#this is really stupid but god it made me laugh when drawing it

[synth-ab]

Read "The Well" by Jake Wyatt and Choo. It's amazing

[seasprincess]

nerd!rafe x popular!reader

mdni

warnings: smut-handjob, pathetic sub!rafe, this is not cannon Rafe AT ALL

Rafe Cameron is a quiet nerdy boy with about no friends. Where as you, you’re loud and popular, friends with everyone.

Ever since you had joined the school Rafe’s eyes have been on you. Watching you laugh and smile with the people that flocked to you like moths to a flame.

He couldn’t help admire you in a way. But mainly he was admiring your beauty.

He has never spoken to you of course. God no he wouldn’t dream of it. Well that’s not entirely true.

He’s dreamt of it, thought of it, imagined it while his hand was around his length. But not in a perv way of course. No no. Not in the way the other boys do it. In a sweet way. Right?

But no, he couldn’t talk to you. In the world of high school. Rafe isn’t allowed to talk to you. He’s too ‘low’ for you. Which he thinks is stupid but he can’t rewrite the social laws of the school.

So he’ll just sit in class staring at you instead of doing his work. Not like he needs to do more work in class. He’s smart enough to pass a test with just a glance. So here he’ll sit waiting for his chance to talk to you properly. Instead of that couple times you were sweet to him, sticking up for him and that one time he said thank you for you holding open the door. And god did that thought make his heart beat.

But soon enough, here’s his lucky day.

“Rafe, you’ll be working with y/n.” The teachers words ring in his head as his eyes are pulled up from the desk. He turns to face you and sees that you’re looking at him. And he c-wait-you’re looking at him.

He does a double take before seeing you wave at him. A small gesture that means so much to him you don’t even know. So he does a wave back. But he’s shy and awkward so now he’s stressing that he looked weird and seeing your friends giggling and whispering doesn’t help the feeling he’s embarrassed himself.

So quickly he turns away, back to the page on his desk. Drawing random lines on it to make it appear he’s doing something. Doing anything other than looking at you and gawking.

Why does he have to be so shy and embarrassing? Why can’t he be like the popular people like Bryce and Zach? They can just talk to everyone and just be confident all the time. He hates himself for his anxiety that is in the bottom of his stomach everytime anyone even breathes to close to him. He hates it so much th-

“Hey partner.” Rafe’s brought out of his spiral of thoughts when you speak to him. He’s frozen looking up at you, is this real? Or is he dreaming?

“H-hey.” He says, pushing up his glasses on his face as he adjust in his chair.

“So when we doing this project?”

“Anytime. Anytime that’s good for you, I’m free. Like all the time. I’m not doing…anything.” Rafe decides to stop himself from babbling and making himself look like a complete and utter loser.

But all you’re doing is smiling at him. Not pulling the disgusted face he’s use to.

“Tomorrow night? My place?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Cool, do you have snap so I can send you the info?” You say as you pull out your phone. Waiting for him to respond to you.

Rafe rubs the back of his neck as he thinks how to reply to this. He couldn’t say that his mom doesn’t allow him to have social media and even if he was to have it he wouldn’t have enough friends anyway.

“No. I don’t use snap anymore.” He lies.

“Oh right okay. Insta? Tiktok?”

Rafe just shakes his head.

“I can give you my number?”

“Yeah sure okay.”

Rafe gets out his phone, a tiny phone that was probably made eight years ago that his mom told him was ‘cool and trendy’. She’s so wrong it almost hurts.

Rafe had been waiting and waiting for this day. Yes the plans were arranged yesterday but he’s just so excited it’s almost sad really.

But after making his way to your house and you giving him a tour of the mansion you live in. You’re now both sat on your bed.

He’s in your room.

On your bed.

“No you’ll have to tutor me.” You say as you smile before looking back at the work that’s in front of you. You’re laying on the bed as Rafe is sat stiff.

“Tutor you?” Rafe asks, adjusting his glasses again for the second time this minute.

“Well we’re doing this project and I don’t get what it’s about so you’ll have to help me.”

Earlier when Rafe started talking about the project he had presumed that he’d been doing it all himself like he’d usually do with other people. But you insisted you’d actually help. Even if you have been distracted a couple times.

“Yeah sure.” Rafe replies as he smiles, looking down at you. He’s rather close to you it’s making his heart beat so fast. If it beats any faster it’ll pop out his chest like in those cartoons. His eyes might also pop out his head too. We’re just waiting for that.

God he’s so close to you he can smell that perfume you wear every day to school. It hasn’t changed since the first time he met you.

He’s just watching you lay on your stomach on the bed, writing down some things. He just can’t seem to pull his eyes away from you. You just look so beautiful and calm. Of course he has to go and ruin it.

He’s just staring, and before he thinks he leans in and kisses you. His soft lips pressing against yours until he realises what’s happened and pulls back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says as he starts panicking. Of course he’s ruining things like he always does. He may be smart when it comes to academics but he’s so stupid when it comes to social situations.

But all you do is smile. Just smile at him before pushing up and climbing onto his lap.

“Oh, oh. Okay…” He says as he holds his breath and looks anywhere but you. His hands don’t touch you. Just in the air, frozen in place by this very unexpected action from you.

So you place his hands on yours hips looking at him before your hands are placed on his cheeks. Gently rubbing them as you look down at him.

“You have a crush on me Rafe?”

Rafe nods as he stares into your eyes. He’s too shy to say anything, and also incredibly aroused by having you here. On his lap. His hand sneaks as he brings it close to his face to adjust his glasses. He look looks up at you like a puppy.

He’s so cute and shy it makes him all the more attractive to you. Some people think he’s all these things but unknown to him you’ve always had some feelings for him. Even if you did try and stop them.

Your hand travels downs Rafe’s body until it reaches his zipper. His dick twitching in his pants as he lets out a low whine. He’s so pathetic it’s so hot to you.

“You want me to touch you Rafe?”

This has escalated very quickly, and as scary it is to Rafe. It’s very exciting for Rafe too. He’s never even held hands with a girl. Or spoken to one for longer than thirty minutes. Twenty minutes. Ten minutes at best.

“Yes please.” He whines out as he wriggles lightly underneath you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He has thought about thus situation before but this is not how he was expecting at all.

You smile as you start to kiss him, lips pressing softly against Rafe’s. His lips are soft, different to what you’ve kissed before. Your tongue slips into his mouth which is met by more whines from the boy underneath you.

Your hand slips into Rafe’s pants and before he can say a word you start to stroke him. His dick hard and leaking with precum. He feels slightly embarrassed but that’s quickly stopped as you begin to go faster. And all he can think about is how good it feels and how much better it is than his own hand.

The moans and whimper from this man is heavenly. Making those panties you chose to wear just for him wet.

“Please, please can I cum?” Rafe is begging for this. Begging for this release from you. His whole body is practically shaking. He knows he’s acting needy and pathetic. But he can’t help it. He’s practically brainwashed by you.

He’s a man who could genuinely have any job he’s ever wanted but here he is whining for you. Whinging and moaning and begging. A possible future president is begging to cum.

“Yeah baby. Cum for me.”

You will definitely be doing this again.

a/n: don’t know how to feel about this one and i am still upset over bae’s eyebrows.

[himbosandhardwear]

Eddie scans the room, looking for who or what he's not sure, just keeping his eyes peeled for something interesting. It's Saturday night, a packed house, some of the usual suspects but some new faces too.

One in particular stands out, especially considering his Sears Catalog attire and artfully tousled hair.

There's something about his loose body language that draws Eddie's eye. He's out of place but he doesn't act out of place. Eddie can respect it.

Unfortunately, when their eyes meet, he gets a kicked gut reaction that makes it clear this guy is off limits. The guy looks away immediately, probably thinks Eddie is more likely to pickpocket him than buy him a drink. Oh well. No great loss, he didn't come to get laid anyway.

He makes his way to the bar, gets a shot of Jack and a Miller Lite and waits. Teddy will probably show up before too long, maybe they can bar hop. He sips his beer and looks around some more, noting the older Mexican lady who runs the flower stand on the corner. You wouldn't guess it just by looking at her but she can drink anyone in the place under the table. He should really get her name.

Sears Catalog has moved to a table on the right side of the room, standing with a presumed girlfriend. Their heads are bent close together. He looks up and catches Eddie staring. They both look away again. He's really gotta stop doing that before he gets hate-crimed. It's a known problem, his type being untouchable preppy boys. He's sure if a shrink studied him, they would say it was because he didn't think he was worthy of love, or some shit, but he can't help it. The straighter, the meaner, the cleaner cut, the more Eddie falls all over himself. It’s a miracle he ever gets laid. Thankfully there’s always closet cases. He swore to himself he wasn't going to do that anymore though, he needs to have some self-respect, not let asshole jocks use him and drop him the second an emotion is displayed.

“That outfit is hideous.”

Eddie jolts in his seat. He finds Sears Catalog smirking at him like what he's said is the height of wit.

Eddie wastes no time pouring the rest of his beer over the guy's head.

He stares back at Eddie in shock, almost hurt. Fuck him. He doesn't care, he's not letting some dumbass gymrat hone his bullying skills on him. Not today.

The guy's girlfriend jogs over with a handful of napkins, which is when Eddie splits.

“I told you not to use that line!” He hears her exclaim. Eddie stops in his tracks.

“But…but...he didn't even let me get to the good part,” Sears laments. Eddie can't turn back around, he's frozen in place.

“Yeah, dingus, because it's a stupid fucking line. I'm sorry you had to find out like this but not every guy who makes eye contact with you wants to fuck you.”

“I know that! I just thought… I don't know. Let's just get out of here.”

He sounds so defeated. Eddie did that. He assumed the worst and reacted accordingly. Like an asshole. Like a bully.

They're halfway to the door when Eddie's feet unstick themselves from the floor. He rushes to intercept.

“What was the rest of the line?” He shouts.

Sears turns, eyes wide, unsure.

His…friend? Looks Eddie over, unimpressed. “What's it to you?”

He winces. “Just…uh…I guess I thought you should know, some of the guys who make eye contact do want to fuck you, they're just too stupid to realize they're being hit on.”

Sears and Mean Friend make their own eye contact. Mostly ‘Beat it' and ‘Are you serious?’ and ‘Yes, oh my god, please go.’

Eddie respects their bond.

Once Mean Friend has sufficiently rolled her eyes and threatened Eddie with bodily harm should anything worse than beer befall her friend, she stalks off into the night.

“You should take it off.”

“Huh?” Eddie responds, stupidly.

Sears smiles. “That's the rest of the line. ‘Your outfit is hideous. You should take it off.’”

Fuck, it really is a terrible line. Something a middle aged creep would use. If he'd waited long enough to hear it the first time it would've made him laugh though, which would have broken the ice.

“Awful. Zero out of ten,” he says while grinning. “Looks like you already offended one guy.” He looks at Sears’ wet shirt, appreciating his own handiwork.

“I'll keep workshopping.” His hand comes up slowly, like Eddie might react badly again. “Steve.”

It's his honor and privilege to clasp Steve's hand in his own.

“Eddie. And can I say, your outfit looks great. It would look better on my floor.”

Steve practically twinkles at him. “Stop, I'm already a sure thing.”

He uses the hand still in his grasp to pull Eddie forward and smash their lips together.

When their grandkids ask how they got together, Eddie is going to have to lie.

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie who did all kinds of odd jobs for extra cash and ended up acting as a mascot for a football team.

He had to admit while he wasn't the biggest sports fan out there, the chaos and overflowing energy of the games made the blood run hot in his veins. The enthusiasm, the booming cheering and the loud music almost compensated for the stuffy red bird costume he had to squeeze into every couple of days.

The only saving grace was that Eddie always ran cold, so unlike some of his poor co-workers, he didn't sweat buckets during his shift, and he got to revel in the fun while being his dramatic and goofy self. He danced around people, teased them, joked with them, and posed for their photos.

One of many things that he enjoyed was the kiss cam. As much as Eddie tried to pretend otherwise, he was a romantic at heart, and seeing so many people having fun and being in love really made his day.

Sure there were awkward moments as well where family members were mistaken as couples, but it was just another thing to laugh at, just another tale to recall when they gathered around the table and had dinner together some days or some years later.

Perhaps, that was why when the big screen showed a pretty boy—and damn, Eddie could spend forever to wax lyrical about those pouty lips and doe eyes and perfect hair and handsome jawline. And Eddie wished he could trace those cute little moles with his tongue, to draw constellations on that golden skin and find the answers of the universe—who got ignored and then brushed off by his boyfriend despite his attempts to tell the guy they were on kiss cam, Eddie felt so offended on his pretty boy's behalf.

Without hesitation, Eddie stalked over to their row, took the popcorn from Pretty Boy and upended the whole box over the boyfriend's head just as the guy finally looked up from his stupid phone, relishing the cheers the other spectators gave him.

He then booed at the fuming bastard who looked two seconds away from blowing a casket, pulled Pretty Boy into his chest, and nearly bumped his fist into the air when Pretty Boy giggled and hooked their arms together.

He didn't think, really, he just signaled for Bob he had to go for a while and took Pretty Boy back to the staff room where he peeled off the mascot costume and finally revealed himself to Pretty Boy.

Eddie slightly regretted his impulsive decision because he wasn't looking his best right now; his hair was put up in a tight bun, his face was flushed and sticky with sweat. He only had on a black Metallica cut-off, a pair of sweat shorts for easy movements, his rings, and nothing else.

In contrast, Pretty Boy looked like a model walking right out of a magazine with his baby blue striped polo, washout jeans, RayBan perched on coifed chestnut hair, and worn sneakers.

"I'm Eddie," he introduced, panting a little because of the heat and the pace his heart was slamming against his ribcage. "I hope I'm not bothering you, pretty boy."

Smiling coyly, Pretty Boy leaned in his space and holy shit, Eddie had to swallow the pool of spit gather in his mouth when he detected the floral and fruity notes from Pretty Boy's cologne and body wash. This close, he could see how those hazel eyes dilated, how those plush lips parted just slightly, tempting him to take a taste.

"Hi Eddie," Pretty Boy said, glancing up at him through those pretty eyelashes. "I'm Steve. But you can always call me Stevie, sweetheart, baby, or pretty boy."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh at the cheekiness. God, they just met ten minutes ago but this boy was proving to be the death of him.

"Pretty baby, then," Eddie lifted his hand to brush Steve's cheekbone with the back of it, smiling fondly at the blush that crept up on the soft skin. He met Steve's gaze and raised a brow. "What do you think?"

"I think," Steve licked his lips, red and kissable. "I think you should kiss me."

That Eddie could do. He would happily listen to the sweet little noises Steve made for as long as Steve had him.

He told Steve as much and they ended up going back to his apartment where he showed Steve what it felt like to be his boy. His baby.

Some years later, Eddie made sure to kiss the daylight out of his boyfriend when they were caught by the kiss cam. He wanted to brag as loud as he could that he was the man who had bagged Steve Harrington.

And when someone booed at him for showing off, he flipped them a bird through the camera, making Steve giggle against him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[tra1nchi]

Are your requests still open? If so then,

Mr. Perfect who's perfect in everything, perfect scores, perfect attendance, perfect personality, perfect literally anything and can only be described with positive comments roughly and possessively claiming reader.

And reader is like this quiet kid who's failing literally 90% of his classes, no friends and is considered creepy by others but so cute to the perfect that he can't help but corrupt him :(

So basically cute aggression

MINORS DNI!! bttm male reader,,praise,,semi public (?), lowkey Obessive pretty boy.

He was the golden boy of your college, a typical blonde pretty popular boy really. He was the epitome of perfection. Kind, gentle..seductive in ways even he couldn't describe. Seeing him could put anyone in a good mood.

The professors love him too, he never boasted his smarts but with the way the professors smile at him, you knew he got extraordinary marks. His smile was hauntingly gorgeous and had men and women falling to their knees for his heart but he held it for someone else, you.

A loser, a nobody, a nerd who sat in the back of all his classes and drew or listened to music. Typically if he was seen around you, his reputation would be lost but he couldn't care less, he wanted to get his hands on your adorable little face.

He would watch as your lips puckered when you made a mistake on a drawing or how your seemed to almost doze off in every class, it was so so cute to him!! He couldn't help himself but snap a few photos of you when he was able to sneak a chance, no harm in it right? His admirers did it all the time so why couldn't he?

When he was caught by his best friend for having the photos on his phone he was laughed at, calling you the creep of the college, an utter and filthy freak. He never talked to his best friend again after that.

He had finally built up the courage to talk to you, at first you had thought he was becoming friends with you just for the sake of bullying you, like those bullies in the movies but he only laughs off your comments with a friendly smile, lazily resting his arm over your shoulder and scooting close to you whenever he got the chance.

Now you had your own personal pretty boy, he would bring you snacks everyday, new drawing supplies or even expensive merchandise from your favourite nerdy shows!! People would call it love bombing but he wouldn't!! He's just showing his appreciation for his darling, his one and only even if you didn't really know it yet.

He had finally got you alone, it wasn't under the best circumstances but he could work with it. A professor had scolded you heavily for how you were doing in class and he couldn't help but notice th good little pout on your face, how your lips plumped out..how pretty they would look wrapped around his dick.

Before he knew it he was hard, waiting patiently for that stupid teacher to leave and once he did, he moved to sit beside you. "Oh you poor thing, he shouldn't talk to you like that." He soothes in his sickeningly sweet and perfect voice, his hand trails down from your arm to your thighs, slightly dipping in between them.

"Let me make you feel better okay hun? Just relax." His hand moves under the waistband of your pants, his cheeks flushed red as he realises the risks in this, how easily another professor or student could walk right in, bur frankly he couldn't care less, not when you let out such a sweet sound and leaned into him

God, your cock felt so cute in his hands, he couldn't handle it! Everything about you was adorable!! The way your cock twitched in his hand, leaking like it had never been touched before. If he wasn't so inlove with you, he might have called you a loser but he can't bring himself to! Not when you seem moments from cumming just from some tiny little strokes!!

"My darling, my sweet little thing. You can barely handle a few pumps from me." He grins leaning down to kiss and suckle at your neck, intentionally dragging his perfect teeth down your neck, groaning as he bites down when he feels your warm cum in his hands.

He was so fucking addicted, and now that he finally had you he wasn't going to let you go, making you cum over and over again until you knew nothing but his name and his perfect touch.

[moonlitsmile]

Hey,

Could I possibly get a fic of:

Salesman x female! reader, where he's your boyfriend's dad and his son decided to do the NNN challenge. So you had a slight argument with him which made you storm off downstairs. The salesman showed you how a real man can make you feel ;)

Hooe this is okay 🤍

Breaking the rules ்⋆ ˖ ࣪ ˒

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧/𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | After a fight with your boyfriend over his “challenge” you find comfort in his father.. who’s more than willing to show you what you’ve been missing and how a real man can make you feel.

⚠︎︎- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - age gap, (readers 18, he’s in late thirties) gentle praise, kinda slow burn, slowly giving in, dom x sub reader, fingering, female reader, teasing, use of pet names, overstimulation, crying, sweet talk, talking you through it, let me know if I missed anything!

You slammed the bedroom door behind you, the sharp click echoing down the quiet hallway. Your heart was pounding , half from frustration, half from disbelief. Of all the ridiculous things your boyfriend could’ve decided to commit to, this had to be the most infuriating.

“It’s just a month,” he’d said with that smug little shrug, like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter. All for some stupid bet with his friends.

Your soft sock covered feet padded down the stairs, your skin still warm with irritation. You weren’t sure where you were going — you just needed to get away before you said something you couldn’t take back. Walking to the door to get your shoes from beside it. The soft hum of the TV drifted from the living room, drawing your attention.

There he was.

Your boyfriend’s young father sat comfortably on the couch, sleeves of his white long sleeved button up rolled up and collar slightly undone, his usual air of calm confidence wrapped around him like a second skin. His eyes flicked up when he noticed you, dark and curious — and when he smiled, slow and knowing, something about it made your breath catch. You knew you shouldn’t think it, but you did. You found him attractive. I mean come on, he’s single and young.

“Trouble in paradise?” he asked, his voice smooth and warm.

You hesitated, but the words were already slipping out. “Your son’s an idiot.”

He chuckled, low and rich. “That so?” He patted the spot beside him. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”

And just like that, you were already crossing the room. You needed to get it off your chest. Tell somebody. You were about to talk before you heard the soft footsteps running downstairs and straight out the door. It was your boyfriend, seeming to already run out the door and not even check around his house for you. Just running right past you, god he really was stupid. You huffed shakily and softly. Shaking your head and you rubbed your eyes. It was just you and his father now..

You sank onto the couch next to him, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you tried — and failed to push down the frustration still simmering inside you. He watched you with quiet interest, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch, his body angled just enough toward you to feel… attentive. Close.

“So,” he prompted, his voice low and smooth, “what did my son do this time?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “He decided to do that stupid November challenge thing.” Your voice was filled with embarrassment but also a hint of frustration.

He raised a brow, amused. “Ah. That explains the storming off.”

You glanced at him, heat rising to your face. “It’s not funny.” You mumbled softly and quietly. Each time you glanced at him, his eyes were always looking straight back into yours. And you hated that it made you feel some type of way. This was your boyfriends father for heavens sake.. nothing could ever happen.. right?

“Oh, I’m not laughing,” he said, though the curve of his mouth suggested otherwise. “I just find it… surprising.” He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over you slowly. “If I were him, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

Your breath caught, pulse skipping. You told yourself it was the anger, the need for validation that made you shiver at his words. But the way he was looking at you… like he was seeing something his son had been too foolish to appreciate…

It made your skin tingle.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you murmured, but there wasn’t much conviction in your voice. It was clear you were shy right now. And he loved it, he loved seeing you so vulnerable from his words and the way they so badly affected you. The way you’d look down to hide the pink tint growing on your soft little cheeks. Or maybe it was the way your voice grew quieter and shakier each time you spoke.

“And why not?” he countered, his voice dipping lower. “It’s only the truth.”

For a moment, the room was too quiet. the only sound your shallow breathing and the faint noise from the TV. His eyes held yours, dark and steady, and you couldn’t ignore the heat settling low in your stomach.

“Would you really let him leave you wanting like this?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing just barely against your arm, the lightest, most teasing touch. “You deserve better than that.”

Your throat tightened, every nerve in your body suddenly on edge. You knew you should get up, leave before this went somewhere you couldn’t take back. But you didn’t move.

And when his hand slid slowly to your knee, you knew you weren’t going to stop him.

You tried to steady your breath as his hand lingered on your knee, the weight of it sending a thousand shivers up your spine. The tension in the air was thick, the silence between you two somehow more charged than anything you’d ever felt before. Your eyes glanced down at his hand displayed over your knee. The way his large hand covered it completely made you feel some type of way. His eyes lingered on you, watching you as your eyes looked at his hand.

But he didn’t move any further, his hand resting there, a quiet challenge. His eyes flicked to your face, studying your reactions, waiting for you to say something, to make the next move. But you stayed frozen, unsure of what to do. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, the heat creeping up your neck.

“Feeling tense?” he asked quietly, his voice smooth like silk.

You swallowed, finally looking away from him. “It’s not- that.” Your words were weak, betraying you, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say it. The truth.

He shifted closer just slightly, his hand still on your knee, fingers lightly pressing into your skin. “Then what’s bothering you?” His tone was calm, casual even, but there was a trace of something else in it. Something that made your pulse race.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I just feel… off.”

His fingers tightened a little, not enough to be forceful but just enough to send a spark of warmth up your leg. One that led straight to the sweet spot between your thighs. “I can help with that.” His voice was low, steady, like a promise you weren’t sure you should take.

You shook your head, but the movement was slow, as if your body wasn’t quite in sync with your mind. “No… I—”

“Why fight it?” he murmured, his eyes looking at you. The way they were soft with a light welcoming look. The slight tilt of his head and his small smile. It made it harder to resist him seeing him look at you like this. Like he could do better then him, then his own son… His thumb grazing your skin in slow, deliberate circles. His touch was soft but insistent, gentle yet firm, and your breath hitched as it stirred something deep inside you.

“I’m not…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, not when he was looking at you like that, like he knew exactly what you needed. And worse, you realized, you might want it.

He leaned back slightly, his hand still resting on your knee, but his gaze never left yours. “You don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be with me,” he said softly. “But don’t pretend I don’t see the way you’re reacting.”

You opened your mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words. He was right, you were reacting. Your body was betraying you, betraying the little voice in your head that screamed at you to walk away. But you didn’t move. You were stuck, caught in the pull of something you couldn’t explain.

His eyes softened, as if he were waiting for you to make up your mind. The silence stretched between you, heavy, filled with a thousand unspoken thoughts. And for the first time, you weren’t sure which direction you wanted to go in.

“Take your time,” he said finally, his voice low and knowing. “I’ll be right here.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Not yet.

The air between you felt charged, thick with the kind of tension that couldn’t be ignored. His hand still rested on your knee, but now it felt more like a claim than a simple touch. The heat of his palm seemed to burn through your skin, and you could feel the weight of his gaze, assessing you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You shifted uncomfortably, heart pounding as your thoughts scrambled for control. Every part of you screamed that this was wrong, he was your boyfriend’s father. but the longer you sat there, the more it seemed like a distant thought, a fleeting memory. All you could focus on was how his presence seemed to take up the entire room, how his hand on your knee felt like it was pulling you in, inch by inch.

His gaze softened, but there was something predatory in it, something calculating. He wasn’t in a hurry. He was giving you time, but only so much. He was waiting for you to give in and deep down, you knew you were already halfway there.

“You seem conflicted,” he said, his voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushed across your knee, slow, deliberate, as if marking territory. “You don’t have to be.”

You swallowed, struggling to keep your composure. “I— I don’t think this is a good idea.”

His smile was slow, knowing. He didn’t move his hand, but the pressure increased ever so slightly. His fingers, strong and sure, began to travel upwards just a little, stopping just above your knee, and you exhaled quietly and softly. He didn’t apologize for it, didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned in a fraction “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

His words made your pulse quicken, a flicker of heat spreading through your chest. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but not in a way that made you want to pull away. His touch was measured, controlled, and you could feel the power in it. He was taking the reins, guiding you, making the decisions for you, and for reasons you couldn’t fully understand, you didn’t mind.

His hand slid higher on your thigh, the soft pressure making it harder to breathe. Your mind screamed at you to stop, to think about what you were doing, but your body didn’t listen. The words, echoed in your head, amplifying the ache that had started deep within you. Your body had already betrayed you, had already decided what it wanted, and you could feel it, impossible to ignore now.

You took a shaky breath, words stuck in your throat, but your body betrayed you further as you leaned just a little closer to him, almost as if you were asking for more, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“There you go..” he murmured, as if sensing your surrender, his hand shifting once again, this time pressing firmly into the soft flesh of your thigh. The feeling was almost enough to make you forget everything, the rules, the consequences. All that mattered was him.

His fingers brushed higher, stopping just shy of a place that would make you lose control entirely. His touch was deliberate, each move slow and calculated, designed to make you feel it in every inch of your skin.

He pulled back slightly, looking at you — studying you, like he could see everything you were hiding. Your breath hitched as his fingers moved gently across your skin, making you ache for something you weren’t sure you were ready to admit to yourself.

Then, with barely a pause, he leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek. The contact was light, almost teasing, but there was no mistaking the way he angled his head, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was controlled, possessive, but somehow gentle all at once.

You didn’t pull back. Instead, you melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his chest, your body leaning in closer, asking for more without saying a word.

He deepened the kiss slowly, his mouth firm against yours, a gentle pressure that made your heart race. His hand moved again, now firmly on your waist, pulling you into him just as his tongue traced the line of your lips. A soft quiet whimper left your mouth, and something inside of him shifted.

And when you kissed him back, you knew, without a doubt, you weren’t going to walk away from this. You weren’t going to fight it anymore.

He gently tugged you closer, his large hands softly gripping your hips and lifting you onto his lap. He guided your legs to straddle him, your lighter frame settling easily against him. His lips pressed harder against yours as one hand trailed to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. In one swift motion, he stood effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms encircled his neck. You pulled back slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "Shh," he whispered, quickly capturing your mouth again as he carried you to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot, holding you securely in his strong arms.

His grip tightened ever so slightly as he lowered you onto the bed, your back meeting the cool sheets. He hovered above you, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. One of his hands traced down your side, You arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"please" you whispered against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair. He responded by pressing his body closer, the weight of him deliciously heavy against you. His kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, as his hands explored every inch of you they could reach.

“please?” He said lowly. Almost in a soft teasing matter. A mocking matter that couldn’t help but make you whimper slightly. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a path of heated kisses that made you shiver. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin.

"mmm your so pretty" he murmured against your collarbone, his voice rough with desire. His hands roamed your clothed body, memorizing every curve, every response. You gasped as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

He stopped before smirking against your neck. “is that good? hm?” He said like a soft hum against your neck that made you shiver. “y-yeah” you whispered out shakily and softly. Before he began again, your eyes fluttering shut.

The moonlight filtering through the window illuminated shadows across his muscled form through his white button up as he moved above you. Your hands on the broad expanse of his back, feeling the strength there, the way his muscles flexed beneath your fingertips through his clothed body. Time lost all meaning as you lost yourself in him, in the way he made you feel.

Your hands slipped down to his arms, softly tugging at his sleeves as you tried to sit up. He didn't let you, his hand gently pushing you back down, his face still nuzzled in your neck. A soft "mm-mm" left his lips like a purr. Another whimper escaped your mouth—you wanted more. "P-please," you whispered shakily. "Please what honey?" he whispered back, his voice low and filled with that familiar teasing tone again. He lifted his head to look at you, tilting it slightly. "I-I want more." That was all he needed to hear before he smirked.

His hand moved to the white buttons of his shirt, unfastening them with ease. His eyes lingered on you the entire time while yours followed his fingers' movements. Your gaze flicked back up to meet his as he smiled softly, leaning down to kiss your lips while undoing the last button. So he figured maybe you wanted to do it. "Help me, yeah?" he said gently. Your hands instantly went to his shirt, helping him slip it down his shoulders and off. His broad chest and muscular shoulders were now exposed, and your eyes instantly fixed on them, your cheeks pink with embarrassment and shyness. He couldn't help but love seeing that look in your eye.

His hands gently guided your body to sit up as he was propped up. Large hands on your waist as you sat up. His eyes looking into yours as they lingered around the bottom of your shirt. Fiddling with it gently, his eyes boring into yours as if asking permission to take it off, and you nodded. Eyes all shy and filled with nervousness. Doing all this made you forget this was your boyfriends dad.. and the fact he’s so much older than you as-well. And when he saw the nod of your head he was already tugging your shirt up.

“Arms up” he said softly. You did as he said, lifting your arms up, and he swiftly took the top off of you. Eyes going straight to linger on your body. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment mixed with a hint of shyness. Eyes looking at him and looking for type of reaction. But all you were able to see was the look of admiration.

Being left in only a light pink simple bra that hugged lightly against your breasts and the light blue jean shorts you wore with the shirt, that was now off. He didn’t say anything, just leaning forward to press his lips back on yours. Pushing your body back on the bed, the now warm sheets pressing against your bare lower back. His lips came off of yours, just to nuzzle back into your neck. You sighed softly. Eyes fluttering back shut.

His kisses against your neck made you whimper, soft quiet moans or whines leaving your lips with each kiss he left. He then began trailing down further. Beginning to kiss softly along your collar bone and shoulder. His hand brushing up your tummy as it trailed further up. cupping lightly around your breast as he squeezed gently, making you softly gasp. Your lips all swollen from the kisses.

His other hand lingering on your waist. He trailed his kisses back up, your eyes opening as they softly looked at him. His lips kissing the corners of your mouth and cheeks. Eyes looking into yours the whole time. The soft whine that left your mouth was the last thing he heard before both of his hands slipped to your hips. Hands going to the buttons of your jean shorts.

Eyes boring back into yours with that look of curiosity, wanting permission. You quickly nodded. It was almost amusing to him seeing how quickly you were giving into him. A soft low chuckle leaving him. Eyes moving down to look at your thighs pressed together. His hands moving to undo the button on your shorts.

“making me do all this work” he said teasingly with a slight smirk on his lips. You opened your mouth to speak. “Well because your not letting me do anything” you replied. He stopped, and your heart skipped in your chest. “Well do you wanna do it?” You looked at him.

Thinking, before shaking your head. It would be quite embarrassing, a young girl trying to control a man like him. “that’s what I thought.” He said quietly. Unzipping the zipper just below the button as he tugged the jeans shorts down to your ankles. Sitting back slightly to pull them fully off your legs. Your thighs instinctively pressing together. Now wearing just your bra and white cotton panties. And his eyes went straight to your thighs. Seeing the way they pressed together made him grin. “don’t be shy now, we’ve gotten so far.” He whispered. His hands slipping between your thighs to separate them. Then trailing up to your knees as your legs were propped open. “keep ‘em like that okay? Don’t wanna keep telling you.” You nodded. You’ve only ever done this with your boyfriend once. And now his dad is doing it with you. God..

One of his hands went back to your head, gently propping it against one of his soft pillows on his bed. Then he brushed a piece of hair out your face, tucking it behind your ear as he smiled. His hand lingered on your cheek. Before his other hand softly caressed the inside of your thigh, just below your sensitive area. You let out a shaky huff. Eyes flicking around for a moment before back at him. His eyes were studying you, studying for your reactions and the way your face changed with each movement of his hand.

He then took his ring and middle finger. Pressing it gently against your clit through your panties. You let out a soft quiet whine. Your head shifting, you couldn’t hold the eye contact. Not with the way he was already making you feel. He let out a low chuckle. One that made you feel embarrassed because you knew exactly what he was laughing at. “look at you.. all wet.” He whispered lowly. His breath tickling against your ear. Your cheeks burning. His hand that was on your cheek coming off as it went to the waistline of your panties. Both of his hands tugging them down your thighs, dragging them down your legs as they pooled at your ankles. Legs propped up and fully exposed to him. You shivered at the cool air against your bare sweet spot.

He took his time, his fingers trailing back up your thigh, slow and teasing. His eyes stayed on you the whole time- dark, intense, and focused like he was savoring every reaction you gave him. You squirmed under his gaze, your breath uneven, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with something that sent a shiver through you. His fingertips brushed just barely where you needed him most, and your body responded immediately, arching into his touch. That same low chuckle escaped him again , amused, knowing, and it only made the heat in your cheeks rise.

“Still so shy?” he teased, his breath warm against your skin. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

But it was hard not to when every little movement of his hand made your body react so easily. You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as his touch grew bolder. His other hand traced along your waist, grounding you, his fingers pressing just enough to keep you still.

“Look at me,” he whispered after a moment. It was gentle, but there was a quiet authority in his voice that made your heart skip. When you finally met his eyes, his gaze softened. but there was still that edge of heat, that quiet confidence that made you feel completely at his mercy.

“Good,” he murmured, and the way he said it made your pulse race. “Keep looking at me please” he whispered. His two fingers then slipped back down to your sweet spot. Softly rubbing your clit. You moaned softly. Head leaning back on the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut once more. His eyes watching your face the whole time he did this to you.

His fingers slipped down to your entrance. Rubbing softly there aswell, making you squirm and whimper. Back arching slightly. Wanting him to just do it already, a huff leaving your swollen lips. It was clear to him you were getting impatient. “Eager now, are we?” He said teasingly with that smirk on his lips. You opened your mouth to respond, but that was quickly cut off with a soft moan. Feeling one of his thick fingers slip into your sweet entrance.

Eyebrows furrowing softly. It was only one finger, but gosh his hands were bigger then your boyfriends. “Oh?” He said lowly. Seeing the way you quickly reacted. “Is that good? Hm? is that good honey?” he said quietly. Face nuzzling into your neck as he kissed it softly. His finger pumping slowly in and out of you. Making you whimper and squirm. Soft gasps and whines leaving you every so often. Your breath now heavier, shakier. You wanted another, you could take it. Right?..

“A-more” you whimpered shakily. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Another huh?” You nodded eagerly. His other hand coming up to rest on your cheek once more. You felt him stop. A soft huff leaving your lips before you felt another finger slip in. Instantly letting out a shaky gasp. He chuckled, eyes watching you the whole time. Both of his thick fingers beginning to pump in and out of you. Maybe you couldn’t take it.

Your eyes shut tight as your back slightly arched up off the soft covers of the bed. Frequent whimpers and moans leaving your lips that just egged him on more. His fingers began to speed up, curling every so often just to hear that soft high pitch moan leave your mouth. It was too much now, eyes stinging with tears of pleasure and the feeling of being overwhelmed. And he saw, but that just riled him on more. Loving the sight of your tears.

His eyes never left your face, completely focused on every little movement you made — the way your breath quickened, the soft whimpers you couldn’t hold back, the way your body responded without you even thinking. That look in his eyes was intense, dark, and full of something that made your skin heat, a mix of control and quiet admiration, like he was taking in every bit of you.

“Is it too much, baby?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle tease. But there was something tender underneath it too, something that made your heart ache. His fingers slowed just enough to give you a moment to breathe. only to pick up again before you could catch it, drawing a soft, broken sound from your lips.

He smiled then, brushing his thumb against your cheek where a stray tear had slipped down. The touch was warm, careful, and the way he looked at you made your stomach flip. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “I want to see you..”

You felt his fingers pick up the pace again. Making you let out a soft shaky sob of pleasure. He loved seeing you like this, so overwhelmed just from two fingers. Moans and whimpers leaving your lips more frequently now. He knew you were close, he saw the way your hips slightly jolted as he curled his fingers. “You gonna come? Hm?” He hummed softly against your shoulder. “Y-yeah” you whimpered shakily and quietly. “come for me baby, can you do that?” He whispered sweetly against your soft skin.

His fingers pumping in and out of you fast, fingers curling, making it hit that one spot. That one spot that made you break. Your lips gaped open. Tears running down your face and eyes shut tightly. A loud soft moan leaving your lips that was like music to his ears. Having your high, he smiled amused. Fingers still pumping in and out of you as he helped you through your high. “There we go..” he said lowly.

Fingers slowly pulling out of you as he saw you relaxed and layed there breathlessly. Eyes all tired and lips swollen. His fingers covered in your sweet juices. Slipping them into his mouth as he sucked them clean. A quiet groan leaving him from the sweetness of it. Sitting up next to you as he rubbed your hair gently, his other hand going to softly wipe the stray tears off your cheeks. Your eyes looked up at him softly.

Maybe your boyfriends father could make you feel better then he ever could.

I hope u like this I suck at smut 💔

[wandaslovey]

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍?

➺ pastors!wife!wanda x fem!reader

wc ~ 3.8k

a/n: part 2 of my “when two wrongs make a right” series. it’s based around their first time meeting. fair warning my lovey’s - this part of the series may seem a little slow in the beginning. i really wanted to build a little background for both the reader and wanda. let me know what sort of things you’d like to see from these two cuties and i’ll try and incorporate them in the coming parts :)

*not proofread*

cw: mentions of an unspecified religion, religious homophobia as well as a bit of internalized homophobia, light undertones of infidelity/cheating, specified age gap (r=20, w=32), smoking cigarettes, reader being a bit of a stalker, wanda being a massive, shameless flirt and bold with a capital B.

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it had been over a month since you moved with your parents to a small town in georgia. they said it was on account of a “fresh start” but you had a gut feeling it was really just because your mother wanted to officially separate your father from mrs. stacey—your old neighbor. your dad never came clean about his affair, but it didn’t matter because your mom wasn’t stupid. mrs. stacey and your father weren’t exactly good at keeping things secretive. whatever. you didn’t care. as far as you were concerned, neither of your parents truly cared about much, including their marriage and including you. they were obsessed with their image, wanting to be the perfect cookie cutter, church-going family. it was all about pretenses. it didn’t matter what was going on behind the mirror because the perfectly angled reflection was all people saw of them.

you had planned for things to be different for yourself once you moved here. for one thing, you didn’t want to be a “church-going girl” anymore. after all, everything that was said only made you have more questions. on top of that, you were supposedly a sinner on account of not being attracted to boys. why would you wanna be some place where people wouldn’t accept you if they knew?

your plans turned to squash when the first sunday you tried to tell your parents, it ended up being an enormous deal—your mom sobbing crying that you were trying to “sever your relationship with god.” you tried to console her for a few minutes, but the more you pushed not to go to the church service, the more upset the both of your parents became. to keep the peace and to quit hearing your mother’s nonsense, you bit the bullet and decided to go.

the whole way to the chapel, you planned in your head exactly what you would say the next time this conversation came up. you were 20 years old. you weren’t going to let your parents dictate whether you wanted to participate in religion or not.

as the three of you arrived to the church, you filed in with the rest of the congregation. you kept your head down, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. it wasn’t until the pastor began his sermon and invited his wife onto the stand that the fake conversation going on with your parents in your head came to an abrupt stop.

holy sh— you thought to yourself.

you see her for the first time. mrs. maximoff. wanda. you’d learned her name once she’d announced it over the pulpit. she radiated an air of confidence and a surety in herself. you tried to commit every detail of her to memory. her southern accent, the way she spoke, her laugh, her hair, her eyes, her lips, her pretty figure, her well-manicured hands that you could see even from your spot down in the congregation..

from then on, you were infatuated with the pastors wife. there was something about her. something that went beyond her stunning outward appearance. you couldn’t put your finger on what it was, but you didn’t mind observing her for however long was necessary to figure it out. you had a penchant for observation after all.

•

five weeks had gone by, this sunday being the sixth time you get to obsess over wanda in person. your thoughts about the pastors wife had you feeling a little nervous, your tummy filling with butterflies as you think about her. technically, it was wrong to think of another woman this way—right? that’s what you’ve been told your whole life. and on top of that, she was married.

oh to hell with it. it’s not like anything would come of it.

as you stand in the mirror, fussing with your sunday dress, you can’t help but look over yourself once, twice, three times before you finally turn away from your own reflection. the longer you looked, the more flaws seemed to appear, so instead, you take a cigarette out of its hiding place—under the floorboards at the end of your bed—and begin your typical “smoking secretly out the window” ritual.

you needed something to help calm your nerves before you headed to church. especially because today they were doing something called a “linger longer” after the service. it was meant for people to take the opportunity to socialize and eat some finger food after being “spiritually fed.” you didn’t know what that meant, but all you cared about was getting more time to observe the beautiful mrs. maximoff. you very quickly noticed she was quite popular within the church community. she talked with everyone. she was always so spritely and positive—you wondered if it was as genuine as it seemed. not that you would know any time soon. you always left before she could make the rounds to talk to you.

you quickly put your cigarette out in the ash tray and stow it back in its hiding place before looking yourself over one more time and then heading to the church service.

•

wanda noticed you the very first sunday you sat in the pews. she never missed a new couple or family coming in to join their congregation. it was her duty as the pastors wife to get to know everyone. she didn’t mind it either. like a true extrovert, she thrived off of interacting with other people—so to say she was a tad disappointed when she noticed you duck out right after the service before she could introduce herself to you—was an understatement. she met your parents of course who seemed nice enough, but she wanted to meet the pretty girl whom she caught staring at her quite a few times.

every sunday from then on was much the same, she’d catch you staring at her off and on throughout the service. each time she couldn’t help but smirk to herself, wondering what you were thinking in that head of yours. she was instantly intrigued by your behavior and even more so intrigued by the draw she seemed to have to you. without meaning to, she started trying to draw a picture in her head of what type of woman you might be. you seemed reserved yet polite, sweet yet stubborn and bold yet sometimes bashful, especially when she caught you looking at her. you were deliciously difficult for her to figure out and that’s why this sunday, she had made up her mind she was going to pin you down at the linger longer.

•

today was the first time you listened to a sermon and wished it stretched on a little longer. mrs. maximoff was speaking, preaching about the importance of charity. you didn’t disagree with her of course, but it wasn’t so much what she was saying, it was how she said it. you quickly became partial with how she spoke. it was like her tone indicated that everything she said was factual and not up for debate. you admired that quality in her—her ability to speak so profoundly.

she wrapped up her speech and then took her place to sing in the choir for the closing song. your eyes remained on her the whole time. while you couldn’t exactly pick out her individual voice from the bunch, you were sure her singing was the best.

as people filed out of the chapel and out onto the vast lawn that surrounded the church building, you take a moment to admire your surroundings. georgia really was beautiful—very humid, but still beautiful. the lawn was littered with white folding chairs and circular tables with some pink, orange and yellow wildflowers as the center pieces. the colors contrasted beautifully against the long, overgrown green grass and the brilliant blue sky above.

you quickly made your way over to the long rectangle table with food. if there was one thing you learned from being an observant person, it’s that you looked less awkward not socializing if you had a small plate of food in your hand. it wasn’t that you were necessarily anti-social or hated interacting with others, you just didn’t like talking with people who were typically on their moral high-horses.

you exchange pleasantries with a small family who, like you, made a beeline for the food table. you don’t pay much attention to what you put on your flimsy paper plate; some sort of meat kabob, fresh fruit and boiled peanuts. you’d never had boiled peanuts before, but apparently it was one of the food staples of georgia.

turning away from the table, you scan the small groups of people and notice how a lot of them don’t even bother to take a seat at the tables. most people choose to stand in the more open part of the field and chat. you didn’t have to look through the herds of people for long before your eyes land on wanda. she had her head thrown back, laughing at something one of the ladies from the choir had said. her laughter carried through the light breeze that was currently blowing. the sound instantly became one of your favorites to hear.

god, what was wrong with you? you had never become so quickly obsessed with someone before. not even close. the closest thing you could think of was that massive crush you had on sally miller in the 9th grade. still.. that didn’t compare to this.

you begin walking through the cluster of tables, your eyes glancing from her to looking at where you’re walking and then back to her again.

the next 30 minutes was much the same. you briefly sat down at a table, but once more people came to sit with you, you quickly offered your seat up to the last member of a larger family so nobody had to be separated.

no matter where you sat, stood, or walked, your eyes never strayed far from wanda. that was until a kind, middle aged woman came over to talk with you. she was kind enough, asking questions about you and your parents. she seemed genuinely interested in your life, and for that you were happy to talk with her. you learned she had been married for 10 years and her and her husband had been trying for a baby for awhile now, but had run into so many complications. you sympathized with her, understanding that it must be very difficult for something you want so badly to be so painstaking to achieve.

it wasn’t until you exchanged farewells and she moved onto the next person to talk to, that you noticed wanda no longer stood where she was before. in fact, she wasn’t anywhere in the several crowds of people you skimmed through. did she leave? you squint your eyes, focusing in on any short blonde hair you could see in front of you from the place you stood.

“hi there.” you hear drawled out from behind you.

oh my god.

you slowly turn, your eyes falling on none other than mrs. maximoff. you quickly compose the brief surprise that passed over your face.

“mrs. maximoff.” you swallow and tuck some hair behind your ear, offering her a polite smile to mask the squinty expression you had before. had she realized you were looking for her? you hope not..

“oh please, calling me mrs. maximoff makes me feel so old! call me wanda.” she outstretches her arm to shake your hand which you take only after a moments hesitance.

“wanda,” you repeat, your smile growing as you feel her gently squeeze your hand before letting go.

“this is usually the part where you tell me your name, honey.” she smiles amusedly, already thoroughly enjoying this interaction.

“i’m… (y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“lovely to finally meet you, miss (y/n).” she appraises you, looking you up and down in your cute floral patterned dress. your stomach flutters as you notice her eyes lingering on your figure.

“i met your parents a few weeks ago, but i never got the chance to say hi to you. anyway, i’m real glad we’re finally getting to talk now.” her eyes subtly scan over your features, taking in your pretty eyes, cute nose and full pouty lips. she even noticed the light spackle of freckles across your cheeks and bridge of your nose. she wondered if those freckles were there year round or just for the summer.

“yeah, i um.. i’m not usually one for socializing.” you admit, clasping your hands together in front of you. one of your fingers fiddle with the ring on your left thumb, twisting it around.

“so, (y/n), i have a confession to make.” she blurts, the implication behind her pronouncement making your more on alert. she runs her hand through her perfectly kempt hair before resting it on her hip, trying to appear more casual—though this conversation was rapidly feeling less so.

“oh?” you ask curiously.

“well, it’s just that i’ve noticed you looking at me a fair amount on sunday’s—when i’m at the microphone, singing in the choir, sitting in the pews…but then you never come and talk to me. am i so frightenin’?”

your eyes widen in surprise. you knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your spared “glances,” but was it that obvious?

“what? no, no, no, it’s not that. not that at all. it’s just—well i..” the way she asks has you stumbling over your words. you never meant to offend her. it wasn’t that she was frightening, you just had no idea what to say to her.

she makes an attempt to mask her amusement but can’t help it with your stuttered response. a smile eventually breaks across her face and she chuckles lightly at your trying to explain, finding it endearing.

“oh, i’m just messing with you, sweet thing. no need to get all tongue tied.” her smile was amused and her eyes twinkle with playfulness as she reaches out to touch your shoulder. the action was meant to be placating, but it did nothing more than make you feel more flustered.

“tell me more about yourself.” she says it more as a command than a question, changing the subject and sparing you further embarrassment. you’re grateful for the change in tone regardless of its abruptness.

you shrug, unsure where to begin exactly, but you quickly found yourself wanting to tell this woman everything about you. “well, what would you like to know?”

“what does a cute thing like you get up to?what’re some of your hobbies?” her what appeared to be shameless flirting, surprised you. you mentally kick yourself, thinking she couldn’t possibly be flirting. it was probably just a southern thing they did here…

it was against ��god’s plan” to have same sex relations of any kind. that included flirting, didn’t it? and she was married to the pastor for christ’s sake.

although.. at church you did notice that the two of them never seemed to be near to each other at all.. no. you were reading into things. this was just her being polite.

“umm, well, i guess i like to read? mostly fantasy. i’m kind of a closet nerd. i like doing things that are creative, so i’ve been teaching myself to paint and i also make string bracelets or anklets sometimes.. you know, it terms of creative things, um..” you trail off, your hand rubbing the back of your head as you draw a blank. why couldn’t you remember your own hobbies? you weren’t normally so easily flustered or stuttering over your words, but wanda’s confidence and boldness brought out a bashfulness in you that you didn’t even know existed.

she listens intently to your response, nodding encouragingly and she remains silent in your pause to find your words. she wanted to know you better and she could be as patient as was necessary.

“i also like to write.. poetry mostly. i don’t often sit down to do it, but i always enjoy when i do. um, i also love going on walks, listening to music… oh! i love rollercoasters. rollercoasters are probably one of my favorites things.” the longer you talked about what you enjoyed, the looser, less nervous you felt. wanda could see your soft shyness dissipating the more you shared. you light up in a way when you speak, your passion for your interests shining through with your facial expressions and hand movements.

“oh my—rollercoasters? you’re just a little adrenaline junkie, aren’t you?” she teases with a warm smile, her nose scrunching in the most adorable way.

“i wouldn’t go that far, but i do enjoy a good thrill,” you keep your tone light-hearted, mirroring her tone and her smile. her gentle teasing and close attention to you was beginning to make you feel light headed with giddiness.

“what about you, wanda? what do you like to do?” you take a step closer to her, your arm reaching across your chest to grab the other as you continue to feel at ease in her presence.

“anything, really. i like to change things up, keep life interesting. if there’s something new i want to partake in, i seldom hold back from trying it out.” her eyes shine with something you can’t quite put your finger on. you couldn’t help but feel there might be a double meaning to her words, but you could also just be reading into things again. hard to know for sure as you notice her eyes flick up and down your body for the second time since this conversation started.

the two of you continue talking for what only felt like minutes. you barely notice the other people around beginning to clean up food, tables and chairs. it wasn’t until most things had been cleared away that you realize just how long you’ve been standing here talking—nearly a half hour.

“well, i guess i should be letting you get back to the rest of your day,” she sighs, her shoulder raising and lowering with the action. you frown slightly, not wanting your time with her to come to an end. wanda notices of course because just like you were with her, she was paying an awful lot of attention to you.

“yeah.. yeah i guess so.” you nod in agreement, but feel anything but a desire to part from her in this moment.

“hey,” her hand reaches up and gently squeezes your shoulder, her hand lingering there. you feel your heart begin to beat faster, a warmth spreading in your chest.

“can you sing?” she asks randomly. you clear your throat, the sudden question taking you off guard.

“umm.. i’m sorry?” you ask stupidly.

“sing - can you sing?” she reiterates.

“well.. yeah a little, but w-“ she cuts you off.

“perfect! it’s settled then. you’ll join our choir!” her voice is cheery sounding, but the suggestion she made to join didn’t leave much room for discussion.

“i will?” you look at her in slight disbelief, though a smile was also tugging at the corner of your lips.

“mhmm, i don’t see why not. you want to spend more time with me, don’t you?” her boldness was astonishing. you couldn’t decide if you found it endearing, intimidating or sexy.. possibly a combo of the three. she had to be flirting. you finally decided.

“if i say yes, then..?” you trail off, neither confirming nor denying her claim.

“if you say yes then you’ll be nothin’ but honest, and you wanna be honest with me, don’t you (y/n)?” she raises her brows inquisitively, the hand that was still lingering at your upper arm squeezing again.

“that’s very bold of you to assume.” you challenge, your normal wit finally coming out to play. you couldn’t help it. her insistence on being so unabashed and teasing was rubbing off on you.

“well i have eyes, don’t i? believe it or not, i put ‘em to good use.” she drops her hand from your arm and crosses her arms over her chest.

“i noticed.” you purse your lips, your eyes dancing with playfulness as you hint at the fact you’ve caught her looking you up and down a couple times.

she smiles wide at your matching her energy, but she couldn’t help but want the upper hand back, no matter how much she was enjoying this new side of yourself.

“i won’t apologize for gawking at a pretty, young thing like you.” she smiles triumphantly when she notices your dignified posture slump slightly, the most delicate blush coloring your cheeks.

“you don’t have to apologize,” you say quietly, your words surprising you as you say them aloud instead of just in your mind. you look down and off to the side, wanting to hide the heat spreading across your cheeks.

“well we should both get goin’, but choir practice is every tuesday and thursday at 7pm. i wanna see you there, (y/n).” she reaches up presses her palm against your cheek so you’re looking at her again. she locks eyes with you with an edge of what appears to be sternness.

you nod slowly, captivating in her stare. she smiles, pleased and then drops her hand from your face.

“great, i’ll see you then, sweetheart.” she taps your nose affectionately, before turning on her heel and walking away. you watch her figure retreat to the parking lot, your head spinning a bit as your interaction played through your head.

•

as you arrive home late that afternoon, you can’t fight the smile that kept spreading across your face or the butterflies that never seemed to stop fluttering around in your stomach.

when you lay in bed at night to go to sleep, your conversation with wanda kept going through your head. you wondered what it all meant. she had to be flirting—but it was that very fact that had you confused. didn’t she herself subscribe to the belief that being gay was a sin? did she feel it was as wrong as the people in the church say it is? what would her husband think? what would he do if he found out about your conversation today?

the more you thought about it, the more unsettled you felt. before you could truly start to spiral though, you remember wanda’s smile and her contagious laughter. you think to yourself how good it felt to be with her, how warm you felt inside and how at ease she made you feel after a short while.

how could something something so bad, feel so good?

[milfloveer]

Hello! Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening! I’d like to know if you accept fanfic suggestions. If so, I’d love to request a fanfic of Lilia Calderu x Female Reader, where the reader is drawing, and Lilia approaches to take a look and asks if she can see the drawing. However, while flipping through some pages, Lilia ends up finding several drawings of herself. It would be similar to that scene from Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, when Gwen picks up Miles’ sketchbook and sees several drawings of her. (I imagine Lilia’s reaction would be the cutest ever (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)).

Drawings of you

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Prompt: (request)

Warnings: scars and history about them (reader has whip scars)

A/n: Hiiii!!! Thank you so much for the request!! Hope this is what you've asked for, please tell me what y'all think cause I think I've wandered a little 👉🏻👈🏻 Also I added some more plot hope it didn't ruin it tho.

As we finished the second trial, Alice's trial, and made sure Teen was alright we settled down and made a fire so we could rest for the night.

We sat by the fire and were currently sharing our battle scars, Lilia pointed out to her neck pulling her shirt aside making me shift on my seat "Check this out." we all reached a little closer to see better, my cheeks painted with a soft pink and then Jen asked what we were all thinking "What is that?" and Lilia, still showing it says "Vampire bite. Right before I knock out his other tooth." she says making all of us laugh.

Alice then turns to me "What about you, y/n? Do you have any battle scars?" she asks innocently, I couldn't hide my sudden face drop as my body tenses, my eyes fall to Rio cause she knows what my scars are about, her expression unreadable and then my eyes fall to Lilia's, her eyes curious about what I have to show and so I sigh "I do have them, yes. But they're really ugly and how I got them... Well, let's say it's not as funny as Lilia's." I say softly, preparing them to see my scars. I turn around, my back now facing them, and I lift my shirt, they gasp and an 'Oh gods' left Lilia's mouth.

When I turn around they all have a shocking and scared face, I look down at my intertwined hands as I could not bear their gazes directed at me "It all happened when I was in Salem, I was held captive by a powerful man... Not by power tho, but by money and other things, he was well known and respected by the people. So one day he found out I was a witch and how powerful I was, all because of a stupid mistake I've made." I said sighing in frustration memories of that haunting me "All those years he held me captive he made me do things for him, like cure people, read their fortune and if needed I would do some potions and cast some spells.... Curses even. If not or if I did it wrong he would whipp me over and over again until I had no skin left. It was that or burning in a stake." I tell as they all share a look "Dead almost caught me that time." I scoff taking a glance at Rio. Lilia shifts in her seat, her mouth opens to say something, but Agatha arrives and sits down next to Rio, so Lilia stays silent, but her eyes remain in my figure like she's trying to read me just like a book.

To take the tension out and to divert the attention from me I turn to Agatha "Agatha, do you have any battle scars?" I ask and she smirks pulling her sleeve up, Rio makes a snort knowing full well what she was going to show. Her scar is in the elbow "Knitting needle to the elbow." she says while showing it around as we all made a disgusted face "Ever heard of the daughters of liberty?" she asked and we all answered with 'no' while shaking our heads "Exactly." she says making all of us laugh.

And then, out of the blue, Rio says "I've got a scar." as Agatha quickly replies "No you don't." that makes me raise an eyebrow "Yes, I do." Rio reinforces taking a look at Agatha as she keeps explaining "A long time ago I loved someone. And I had to do something I did not wanna do... Even though it was my job. And it hurt them... She is my scar." she finishes and looks directly at Agatha, not even trying to hide who it was. Agatha then gets up saying she needs to stretch her legs and Rio follows her, leaving us four at the fire.

We all look at each other and shrug, I mean we all knew they had an history, it was clear as water, so we didn't bother. It's not like they're gonna tell us anyway.

I take a glance at the three witches "Y'all get some rest, I'll take the first watch." I tell them and they all nod, Jen and Alice got comfortable against the rock they were, Lilia did the same.

To pass time I conjured my sketchbook and pencil so I could draw something and by something I mean the elder wise witch sleeping a couple of feet in front of me. I couldn't take her out of my mind since the first day I saw her at Agatha's house, her curly hair, her curved nose, her soft looking lips, oh how I would love to kiss them, those dark irises I could drown in a matter of seconds, her angelic voice, the whole of her, I could not stop thinking about her and only her. And I couldn't stop drawing her since, my sketchbook was full of her images, profile, full body, different expressions, her hands, her necklace, I couldn't stop, I won't stop.

I now started to draw her sleeping figure, how her body was curled in as she lays on her side facing me, her hands next to her chest in a protective way. She was in a deep sleep as her now relaxed body only moved with her soft breathing. I lost myself in the lines drawing efficiently every detail of her, capturing her essence as she sleeps... But the pencil started to weigh too much and so did my eyelids, I didn't even realise when I fell asleep, sliding into a deep slumber myself.

The shaking of my body and a soft voice is what makes me aware of my sleeping state and so I jump awake "Whoa, calm down, darling, it's just me." Lilia whispers as the rest of the coven is still sleeping, I frown "What's wrong?" I ask confused, she smiles softly "Nothing, dear, I only wanted to put you in a more comfortable position as you were not looking rather comfortable in that one." she says chuckling lightly, she then looks next to me where my sketchbook fell and she reaches for it "Oh, No-" I say trying to stop her but she's quicker than me "I always wondered what you spend so much time drawing about." she says teasingly and opens the book "Oh-" she says as she flips through the pages.

My face turns red, red as a tomato, as a strawberry, as her lipstick "Lilia-" I breathe out, but she looks at me tenderly "These are amazing, darling. But why me?" she asks innocently and I am left with no words, mouth agape as staring embarrassed at her "Have you seen yourself?" I ask, my voice lower than a whisper. She chuckles and shakes her head "No need to be shy now, dear." and my only reaction is to hide my face behind my hands with embarrassment.

Lilia's soft hands grab mine and put them down, her face really close to mine "I really appreciate it." she says and I almost choke with the air on my throat as she leans in and gives me a tender kiss on my cheek. Well if I wasn't red before, now certainly I was, my heart was ready to jump out of my chest as my head was ready to explode "Now, try to rest, dear, I'll take the next watch." she says laughing softly as she backs up to her previous spot.

How am I gonna sleep after this?!

[avocado-writing]

The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They don’t have a clue that he’s Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes “He looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?”

Wade totally forgot that he’s retired from Deadpool cause he’s in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. 👀

Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.

You’re probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows he’s punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes. 

At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. It’s so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan. 

You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence. 

“I like you, Wade. You’re nice,” you sigh, in a way which suggests you don’t often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. He’s never letting you go. 

Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. It’s a… refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like he’s too much. 

He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin. 

“Oh, Deadpool fan?” he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered. 

“I mean… yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kind’ve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, what’s not to love?” you pause for a second. “He reminds me of you actually.”

Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.

“What? No. That’s crazy!”

You throw him a side-eye but don’t comment further. 

He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he can’t hide his wandering eyes. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise they made those.” He didn’t get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it.  

“Oh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? It’s impossible not to. They’re everywhere and they’re hot!”

He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didn’t get that much. Mostly he was referred to as “god’s curse to crimefighting”. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are… interesting. 

“I… think Deadpool is hot, too,” Wade blurts out when he realises he’s been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds. 

“Oh,” you reply, settling down a little when it turns out he’s in agreement with you. “Well, cool! Glad we can agree.”

Phew. Got outta that one, then. 

He really doesn’t think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed. 

“Wade, can I ask something kinda kinky?”

Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses. 

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely, sweet cheeks. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“How do you feel about roleplay?”

He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.

“Oh, you’ve been keeping that under your hat!” he laughs, “But, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? I’m down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.”

You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on. 

“Oh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, don’t you?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, you said you thought he was sexy… so I wondered…”

He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips. 

“Baby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and I’ll give you the best night of in-character boning that’s ever been known to man.”

You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, he’s kinda excited himself. 

Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When he’s done this in the past it’s in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll make you so happy, too.

You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong. 

“WHAT THE FUCK—!”

Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace. 

“Baby! Babe, it’s just me!”

You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself. 

“Holy shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think you’re…”

You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah! See, I told you I’d sort it.”

Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look. 

“This is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?”

“Peter,” he says quickly. This isn’t a lie. He did get it from Peter… Peter’s locker anyway. You look confused. 

“Our coworker Peter?” When Wade nods you furrow your brow. “He… he hasn’t fucked in this suit, has he?”

“No!” says Wade with far too much force. Actually he can’t prove that. Now it’s an image he can’t shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood. 

He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal. 

“Oh my god…”

“It’s blunt! Well. It’s sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which I’ve been rocking a semi all day from imagining…”

From the smile which takes up your face, he knows he’s done right. 

Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. It’s filthy. It’s fantastic. 

But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels… conflicted. It isn’t that he’s lying to you, exactly, but it feels like he’s keeping a pretty fucking big secret. 

If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isn’t always pretty.

As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair. 

It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. He’s never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again. 

…right?

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

Tell Me a Lie

Matt Murdock x Reader

Words: 4617

Summary: Months of hell lead you to one moment- finding out your boyfriend is really alive. After figuring out where he’s been hiding, you concoct a plan- a very stupid, very dangerous plan- to draw him out. 

Notes: This is a terrible summary, but whatever. I finally started season three and I thought putting the reader in this situation would be really interesting. Obviously, his relationship with Elektra wasn’t the same, but the whole self-destructive Matthew is here and ready for angst. I’m imagining this kinda between the episodes where Matt goes to the hotel and the prison, but doesn’t really follow the plot of the episodes, just my own. This is also just a mess, but oh well. (And I know this is kind of what Bella does in New Moon, but I kind of dig it so I won’t apologize haha)

Warnings: Attempted assault, violence, abandonment, alcoholism literally looking for danger (obviously, spoilers for season three)

More Matt Imagines: HERE

-

It didn’t smell like him anymore. Such a weird, stupid complaint, but it made you sick to your stomach to breathe in the musty air of the apartment. 

You sat up, nursing your head in your hand, still pounding from the night before. Not that you’d slept, but hangovers still found a way to bite you in the ass. It was getting pathetic. Not that you cared. And not that your friends had actually used that word. 

‘Concerning’ was Foggy’s favorite. 

He could have his concern. 

You chased the numb. 

Anything was better than remembering he wasn’t here and the apartment you’d just started to share didn’t smell like him anymore. 

You got out of bed on shaking limbs, feeling the nausea roll over you. You swayed, wondering if you’d throw up again. You didn’t. 

You went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee to pull you out of the haze. Karen and Foggy were coming by today to talk about rent. You had to seem at least somewhat put together or they would try and talk you into getting help. Getting help meant moving on. Moving on meant giving up. Giving up meant lying to yourself. Admitting that he was dead and he wasn’t coming back. 

But Matt Murdock wasn’t dead. 

You could feel it. 

The pounding at the door felt like knocking on your skull. You groaned. 

Foggy stepped inside. 

“Morning,” he greeted with his usual chipper smile. 

You didn’t understand it. How he could still seem so happy after everything that happened. Then again, things went rather well for him after…

You shook the thoughts from your head. This wasn’t Foggy’s fault. 

“Hey,” you croaked. You took a long, burning drink from your caffeinated cup and let its effects wash over you. “I thought you two were coming together?” 

“Karen had… other stuff.” Foggy peaked around the corner, plastering a smile across his face. He figured he’d ease into the news. Especially because you looked- well- you looked the way you usually did these past few weeks. “But she says hi.” 

You nodded and took another drink. “Coffee?” 

“I already had some, thanks.” 

He stood silently. 

You stood silently. You raised a brow. “You can sit down, Foggy.” 

“Right. Thanks.” He nodded awkwardly and took a seat on the couch. So much for playing it cool. 

You set your mug to the side and leaned on the counter, fingers gripping the edge like a lifeline. 

“What happened, Foggy?” You stared at the back of his head and felt that familiar squeezing, wrenching breathlessness in your chest. The same feeling when Claire dragged you out of Midland Circle. The same feeling when you watched the building fall. The same feeling when Matt didn’t walk out. “Is it… is it Matt? Did they find him?” 

“No, it’s not about-” He blew out a sigh. “God, you haven’t seen the news then?” 

You hurried around to stand in front of him, panic still evident in your exhausted eyes.

Foggy had to look away. 

“Why, what’s on the news?” 

He gulped. “Maybe you should sit down.” 

“Just tell me what happened,” you scoffed. The sound came out as a nervous laugh, but on the inside, you were screaming. 

His blue eyes met yours. 

“Wilson Fisk made a deal with the feds. He’s out of prison.” 

You blinked. The crushing in your chest was replaced by your heart stopping. 

“What?” You choked out. Of all the things you were expected to hear, Fisk’s name wasn’t one of them. 

“Well, not out exactly. He’s apparently giving them information that’s made him a target in his old prison so they’re keeping him in a cushy penthouse for ‘safety purposes.’” He spat each word out. 

You put a hand on the back of the chair for support. “Fisk is free?” 

“Like I said, he isn’t free, but-”

You held up a hand to stop him.“Where’s this hotel?” 

-

The courtyard was absolute mayhem. Reporters scurried in every direction, each harassing a different agent for information they wouldn’t get. Matt dodged in between them. The noise made his still recovering head pound, but he could still pick out enough to get through. He ducked his head when he heard Karen’s voice, a small moment of panic almost making him turn around. 

He kept moving. 

The crowds didn’t surprise you. And neither did seeing the familiar blonde head weaving through the groups with determined strides. You hurried after her, almost bumping into the man in front of you, but he stepped out of the way just in time. 

“Karen!” You called. 

Gold strands whipped around. Her clear blue stare cut through the crowd. 

“Y/N?” She said, pushing through to you. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“So it’s true.” You tilted your head to the top of the building, its windows reflecting the sun in blinding brightness. “Wilson Fisk is up there?” 

She sighed. “Foggy told you then?” 

“If you’re planning on an ‘it isn’t safe for you to be here’ speech, save it,” you snapped. “I could tell you the same thing.” 

She bit her cheek, looked you over, and determined you looked sober enough. “Alright, follow me.” 

Matt couldn’t move. He tried to force his feet forward, but the heavy beating of his heart filled his ears and made it impossible to navigate the space around him. 

Your voice. Your scent. Even your heartbeat stood out amongst the dozens of people there. And for a moment, just a moment, he wanted to turn around. 

“Promise me we’ll go on that trip we talked about, yeah?” You laughed, though the air was salty with your tears and your voice shook. He kissed your lips for the last time.

“I promise.” 

But that wasn’t what haunted Matt for the last few months. Your sweet words of promise and hope stung, but they weren’t what kept him from going to you. Your screams were. 

“Let me go! Matt! No! Matty! I won’t leave him! Matt!” Even with countless floors between, Matt could hear your gut-wrenching screams as the others dragged you out of the building just before it blew. “Matt! Please! Matt!”

“Matt?” 

It took him a moment to realize that your voice now wasn’t from his memory. It was now.

You’d seen him. But judging by the direction, there was a chance you hadn’t seen his face. He could ignore you and chances were, you’d think you were crazy. Just another offense he’d committed against you. 

He wanted to turn around, to hold you and kiss your lips again and tell you he was okay and everything was going to be okay. That he was still your Matt. 

But the man you fell in love with was gone. He was buried under Midland Circle. 

Matt kept walking. 

-

You’d seen him. As crazy as it was, you knew it was him. He’d heard you. He must have because he stopped- just for a second, but he stopped. Karen may not have believed you, though you could tell she wanted to, but it didn’t matter. 

It was Matt. 

Somehow, it didn’t make any sense but it all made sense at the same time. He was going after Fisk. Of course, he was. Not even the grave couldn't stop your Matt from protecting his city. From protecting you. 

What you didn’t understand is why he kept walking. He acted like you weren’t there, but he of all people couldn’t have simply not noticed you. He’d left you there on purpose. 

He’d left you.

You paced the apartment with your hands raking through your hair with one question on your mind. 

Why? 

Sure, Matt would always use the excuse of protecting you before, but this time felt different. Had you done something? Had you not done enough at Midland Circle? What happened to him? 

Was it your fault?

The explosion was your idea and it buried him. Did he blame you as much as you blamed yourself?

Your feet halted in front of the closet door. Behind the door was a box. Inside the box was the emptiness that haunted your every waking moment for the past you didn’t even know how many days anymore. Your fingers clutched at the neck of the bottle on the table. The drink burned. 

None of it mattered. ‘Why’ didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was out there and he left you and as the burn raced down your throat you knew what you needed to do. 

And you knew where he might be.

-

The gentleness of your touch eased the sting of the disinfectant as you dabbed it on his wounds. It wasn’t the first night he’d come back cut and beaten, but you didn’t let your worry deter your movements. He came back. That’s what mattered. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, your voice as soft as your motions. You touched a particularly sore spot and he winced. As you went to draw your hand away, he caught it in his, fingers grasping at yours, still clenched around the towel. 

“Can we just… sit for a while?” He breathed. 

You nodded. He wiped away any blood remaining on his skin and set the towel aside. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. He listened to your heartbeat. You listened to his. 

Matt remembered the woman he’d come across earlier that night. Two men had jumped her. They were going to take what they wanted and leave her for dead. He’d taken his time beating them senseless while she got away. But her screams still echoed through his head. 

He tensed beneath you and you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing.”

You sat up. “Matt.” 

“It’s nothing,” he managed a laugh. “Really. Just come here.” He coaxed you back to him, but the tension was still there. He breathed in your presence and let out a low sigh. His arms tightened around you. “I’d never let anything happen to you.” His tone was different. Almost afraid. 

You drew lines on his chest. “I know.” 

“And I’d never hurt you, or at least mean to, anyway, but I know that I have and I’m-”

“Matty.” You crawled up so you were beside him, taking his face in your hands. “All I ask is that you come home at the end of the night.” You kissed his cheek. “In one piece, preferably.” He chuckled and you pressed your lips to his. You whispered in between kisses. “Just come home.” 

-

He talked about this place sometimes. Not often. Getting Matt to open up about his childhood was like pulling teeth, but in those last few months together, he’d started to trust you enough to let you in. 

This felt like a betrayal of that. Using your knowledge to expose him. To confront him for leaving you behind. A sober you might have thought of that. But the whiskey-fueled your anger, the rum your despair, and everything else blocked out any logical thought. 

What was the word Foggy used? 

Right. 

Concerning.

“Alright, Matthew,” you called out. Your voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper as you tried to hold back sobs. The wind stung the streaks of tears on your cheeks, but the more you tried to wipe them away, the more they fell. You took a drink. “This is it. Now or never.” 

You waited. You gave him a chance to stop you. 

“You always said you would never let anything happen to me, right? That you’d never hurt me.” You held your arms out at your sides. “Well, here we are, you goddamn liar!” Your voice echoed through the street. He would have been able to hear you for blocks, but standing just outside his damn door had to be good enough. “Come out, Matt!”

“Dude, check out this crazy bitch,” a voice said from behind you. 

Your stomach flipped. You swallowed the nervous bile in your throat. This was part of the plan. Sure, you thought you’d have to do a little more seeking, but this worked even better. There was only one way your tangled-up mind could figure that would get Daredevil to come out to play. You just hoped he would bring your Matt with him. 

You turned around. Two men stood in front of you, both of them with eyes scanning your body and lips forming smirks. Oh yeah. They were perfect. 

“What did you just say to me?” You tried to make your voice sound more confident than you actually felt. You wanted their anger, not their pity. 

“Hey, no need to be like that, I was just kidding,” the taller one said, holding his hands up in mock innocence. “I was just about to tell my buddy that you look a little lost.”

“Yeah, maybe she could use our help,” his friend agreed. “Do you want our help?” From the sound of his tone ‘help’ was the last thing he was offering. 

They both stepped towards you. 

And then a thought broke through your intoxicated, reckless mind. 

What if Matt really was dead?

It made you freeze. It almost made you sober. 

What if you just saw some guy that looked like him? What if you’d imagined it all together? What if all this time you’d been hoping- hell, even praying- that he would come back and he was still down there, at the bottom of Midland Circle, crushed and bloody and… gone? 

The men took another step forward, looking equally confused as they were intrigued. 

What if there was no one around to save you?

You held your head high. 

You hoped they’d kill you.

Either way, at least you would know. 

“You alright there, sweetheart?” The tall one asked. Sweetheart. The word stung. It belonged to someone else. 

You didn’t say anything and just started swinging. Fist to teeth, then foot against knee, you actually managed to do some damage before the friend grabbed your arms from behind. You stomped on his foot as hard as you could. Just because this was part of your plan didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for them. It had to at least look like you tried. For Foggy and Karen. 

The thought of the two of them threw you off. It made you blink, which allowed the lead prick to get a hold of your hair and use it to throw you to the ground. 

“You wanna play it that way, fine,” he growled. 

“Hair pulling?” You sneered up at him. “What, did your little sister teach you that move?” 

“Mouthy little bitch.” He brought his heel down on your head. Hard. It probably should have knocked you out, but you could still see through blurred vision with darkness around the edges. They started to walk away. 

“W-wait,” you said. The feet at the edge of your vision stopped. “Wait, come here.” You beckoned him to you with your hand. He crouched down. “Is that all you’ve got, pussy?” 

The hit came faster than you prepared for, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He kicked. And kicked. And kicked. Blood filled your mouth. You thought you heard a knife click open, but then everything went silent. 

And there was only one pair of feet.

A grunt. A thud. A body hitting the pavement. 

“What the…” Your main assailant gasped.  

You blinked, trying to see what was going on.

“Hey, man, she started it, I swear.” Another grunt. Another thud. Another body hit the pavement. 

A masked face appeared over yours.  

You smiled through the pain. “I knew it.” 

He took off the black band, revealing his panicked face. It was the last thing you saw before the darkness in your head took over. 

-

Matt carried you downstairs, every sense tuned into the creaking of your broken ribs, the smell of the blood leaking from your lips, your head, your nose. He focused on the sound of your heart. It was still beating. 

It was still beating.

“Sister!” He called. 

Sister Maggie, in all her wise-cracking wisdom, had known to be there. Matt didn’t know how, but not for the first time he was grateful for her presence. She helped without him having to ask. 

“Is she breathing?” She asked. 

“Barely. Her ribs are broken. I-I can’t tell how hard she hit her head.” He laid you on the bed, still listening to the semi-steady thump thump, thump thump. 

“Who is she?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands roamed your features, the gentle curve of your cheek now split with a bleeding gash. He ran a finger over your lips. As if to confirm it was really you. He had to feel, had to know. Know that this was his fault. Your words echoed in his head. 

You’d never hurt me.

You goddamn liar. 

You were here for him. The reckoning for his sins these past weeks. 

“Matthew, who is she?” Margaret pressed again. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “Just help her.” Matt’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Please.”

Sister Maggie frowned, fingers clenched around the cloth she’d used to clean some of the blood. “You need to take her to a hospital.”

“Don’t.” Your voice rasped between them. “Don’t you dare.” You started to sit up, using shaking arms to push yourself upright even as your insides felt like they wanted to rip out of you just from breathing. 

“Stay down,” Matt said. He sat on the edge of the bed, easing you back to a lying position. “Try not to move.”

“I knew it.” 

“Y/N-”

“I fucking knew it.” You pushed back. He was stronger. Matt kept you down as gently as he could. 

“Sister, will you give us a minute?”

You turned to the woman you hadn’t noticed. She seemed glad to leave. 

Matt didn’t face you. He stood up from the bed and paced along the concrete floor, keeping a distance away that made you want to scream. You wanted to touch him. To make sure he was really there. But he hovered away from you like a ghost. 

“Those guys really did a number, huh?” You managed to sit up and this time, he didn’t stop you. Your head, however, wanted to bash itself in. Between the trauma and the liquor, you weren’t sure which made you more nauseous. “But the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is always around to save the day.”

“You did it on purpose,” Matt said, shoulders stiff. “You provoked them. They could have killed you and you-” He sucked in a breath. “Why?”

“I’m an adrenaline junkie. I drink, I look for trouble. It’s becoming quite the hobby.” You were lying. You knew he could tell. 

He stood still, head tilting slightly. “You knew I’d come.” 

“Ding ding ding.” You fell back on the bed and let the ceiling spin. 

Matt couldn’t speak. The panic he’d felt was slowly being engulfed by anger, though it was hard to tell at who. You were looking for a fight, that much he gathered was true. You were drunk, though the fight sobered you up some. Everything he’d ever told you, everything he’d done to try and keep you safe, would have been thrown away tonight. You would have let those men kill you if it meant he wasn’t there. 

And it was all his fault. 

He did the one thing he promised he wouldn't. He left. You’d never judged him, never questioned his need to put on the suit. All you ever asked was that he come back to you and this time, he didn’t. By choice, he didn’t. Just like everyone in both of your pasts, he abandoned you. This was your choice to get back at him, whether or not you believed he was alive. 

“I saw you,” you said quietly. “Today, at the hotel. I knew it was you.” The sure, stubbornness in your voice was gone, replaced by a cracking, wrenching sadness. “I had to know.” 

Matt didn’t say anything. He just reached for the lamp and switched off the light. 

“Get some rest.” 

When you woke up, you were in the hospital, bandages on your cuts, and more hungover than you’d felt in a long time. 

Matt was gone. 

-

They didn’t discharge you, but you left anyway. If they looked too closely at your emergency contacts, they’d find someone who was supposed to be dead and Karen. The latter was not someone you wanted to face right now. 

So, with a couple of busted ribs and one hell of a concussion, you went back to the apartment. His apartment. The place where he first kissed you, first touched you, first-

Now it was just yours. He didn’t want it anymore. 

You half debated going back to the church and demanding he talk to you. You’d like to see the brilliant lawyer try to talk his way out of this one. But in the end, everything hurt too much to face him. You wanted a drink. 

Unlocking the door, the click hit your chest harder than any of that creep’s kicks. 

You knew. 

You may not have had his abilities, but you knew. 

Walking in, you didn’t dare turn around and look at the stairs. You didn’t have to. 

“I’m all better now if that’s what you wanted to see,” you said. You threw your jacket on the floor and kicked off your boots. 

Matt didn’t move from his place by the roof entrance. He stood over you like a judgemental god and you wanted to hit him for it. You might have if he didn’t already look like hell itself spat him back out. 

“You wanted them to kill you,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Not an accusation. An acknowledgment. 

“I wasn’t going to stop them if they tried.” You shrugged. You moved to the kitchen. “Beer?” 

“You shouldn’t drink with the amount of pain medication they gave you.” He said it so matter-of-factly. Like he was just your boyfriend and looking out for you. But he wasn’t and you didn’t know what he was to you anymore. 

“Yeah, well, it’s going to wear off at some point so I might as well get ahead of the curve here.” 

“Y/N-” He stepped. The steps creaked. 

“Don’t.” You held up a hand. “Don’t come anywhere near me, Matt Murdock.” 

He flinched at the sound of his name like it was a blade you held against his throat. 

“Stay where you are,” you said and twisted off the bottle top, grasping so hard the rigid edge dug into your palm. “Shit.” It sliced your skin and your blood dripped onto the wooden floor. 

You didn’t watch him descend the stairs or cross the space between you. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see his hand grab yours, wrapping the small but deep cut with gauze he carried with him. You yanked away the moment his hold lightened. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Y/N-” He said again, your name hurting more than his own. 

“You’re dead!” Your scream filled the apartment. You knew it filled his head. Everything always did. Good. Let it. 

Matt didn’t step away, but he did let his hand fall back to his side. 

“I know.” 

You tried your best not to shake, not to cry and show the weakness you’d felt for the last weeks. Then again, you wanted him to know. You wanted him to feel everything you’d felt. 

“Tell me you were trapped somewhere. Tell me you tried everything you could to get back to us and you just broke free,” you pleaded. “Tell me a lie, Matt, because I’d rather hear that than whatever bullshit reason you can give me.”

He opened his mouth, but you didn’t let him speak, reading his face before he could say it. 

“I swear, if you say something about ‘protecting me’, then you should have just left me to those creeps because that would have been better than listening to that broken record again.” You turned your back and for that second, you let yourself crumple, but only for a second and completely silent. 

“It wasn’t about you.” 

You straightened up again. “It never was.” 

Now, with you facing away, it was his turn to break. Matt sucked in a sharp breath to keep himself together as you continued. 

“It was always about you, Matt. About your insisted martyrdom.” You didn’t try to stop your tears now, tasting their salt as they flowed past your lips. “Your city. The rest of us just live here, right?” You turned around, stepping towards him. “But at least we live.” With your hands on his chest, you pushed him back. “Which is a hell of a lot harder than hiding.” 

You pushed again and again and again and he just stood there and took it. Your flattened hands turned to fists, hitting harder and harder until you were sure you’d leave bruises on his chest. 

It was when you collapsed that he finally moved, throwing his arms around you before you could hit the floor, your legs giving out under the weight of your utter, complete agony. Your sobs choked you and rattled through Matt like gunfire. You kept fighting him, even as he held you, the pain of your injuries was nothing compared to what you felt in your soul. Like the shattered pieces were being forced back together, but didn’t fit anymore. 

Matt wanted to make it stop. He wanted more than anything to take all of the pain away and tell you it was going to be okay. He was here now. But he was the cause of it all and there was nothing he could do to change it. 

And while there was still a dark part of him that wanted to leave you here, to shield you from him entirely, Matt knew if he tried to walk away now, he wouldn't survive it. Daredevil or Matt Murdock, it didn’t matter. He was yours. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. 

“You were dead,” you said again, this time with broken words blending together with your sobs. “I tried to go back. I tried to get into Midland Circle, but they dragged me out. I tried, Matt, I-”

He cut you off with a kiss on the forehead and held you closer. 

“I know.” He could still hear your screams, your pleas to give up your life to try and save him. He’d thrown it away, everything you’d tried to make of him. Of the two of you, together. 

You’ll get her killed too. Fisk’s voice in his head pierced his skull like a blade. I will crush her. I’ll tear her apart piece by piece, Matthew, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. 

“She’ll put up a hell of a fight first,” Matt muttered. 

“What?” You pulled back to look up at him. 

He shook his head and held you closer still until the lines between you blurred together. 

“Nothing.” 

Even though every part of him now screamed to get away, he couldn’t move. Even as you knelt in front of him, pulling his lips down to yours, he didn’t fight it. A shock worse than any punch went through his system the moment you kissed him. Like every nerve was finally waking up. 

Maybe he wasn’t dead after all. 

Matt cupped your cheek with one hand and slipped the other to the small of your back, urging you to stand and walk with him to the bed neither of you had slept in in weeks. 

He’d decide in the morning.

[cloudsmateria]

cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good

this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3

tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex

word count: 7.5k, most of it smut

wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.

it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.

“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.

“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.

“how could you tell?”

”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”

”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”

”with that sword on your back? yes.”

”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”

“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.

“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.

he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.

“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.

“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.

his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.

”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.

“you familiar with the area?” you asked.

“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.

”you must be far gone.”

”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.

“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”

”lead the way, m’lady.”

you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.

he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.

“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.

all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.

his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.

his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.

his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”

you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.

“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.

his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.

his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.

“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.

“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.

“iis that even going to fit?”

“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.

“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.

"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.

"shit!"

his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.

“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.

he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.

“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.

“that’s okay, cloud.”

”are you sure?”

”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.

“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.

his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.

“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.

”fuck….” he breathed out.

you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.

“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”

“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.

“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”

his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.

he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.

“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.

his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.

“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.

“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.

“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.

“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn’t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.

he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.

“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.

he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.

his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.

you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”

his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.

cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.

”can we see where this goes?”

he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.

…

you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening

“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.

“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.

his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.

his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.

his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.

“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.

“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you

“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.

“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”

his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."

you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.

his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.

cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.

his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”

“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”

his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.

his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."

“why? you do this often?” he asked.

“the opposite actually.” you said.

you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.

“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.

“well, i do… at 5pm.”

“what?”

“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."

"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."

"that's cool, are you a bartender?"

"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"

"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."

he laughed quietly. "don't worry."

you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.

“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.

you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.

“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”

cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.

you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.

his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.

…

leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3

[kimsunos]

IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI

gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao

going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.

hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize 😢 but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason

cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox 🧐 also he says "bunny" a lot.

your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.

you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.

"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.

"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"

with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.

"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"

no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.

"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.

"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"

"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.

"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.

"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."

[sugurusladyknightt]

what i'm thinking of right now is what if someone tried hitting on you while out on a date with your love.

satoru would've stepped away to grab the ice cream that had you waiting in a line for what you thought would feel like forever. it was fun though, the two of you pausing your initial conversation about the days plans in favour of people watching and listening in on the very scandalous conversations of those who stood with you in line. your eyes meeting in shock or surprise every so often, doing your best to disguise your laughs and gasps with charades of idle conversation and your own scandalous conversations referencing drama that, mind you, doesn't really exist in your lives at the moment.

while he was a way your getting hit on by some creep. it didn't come off that way initially, but this getting uncomfortable fast.

can this guy not take a hint? he's asking for your number once again and your refusing once again politely at first, and more stern as the advances keep coming. your not used to people that won't listen when you speak. since when did back off mean come closer? since when did i'm not interested become im only playing coy? since when did im taken, leave me alone translate to my relationship isn't real or isn't important to me at all and id be happy throw it away for someone who doesn't understand basic boundaries and uses those god awful, suffocating, nauseating colognes?

drawing closer and closer to you. face far too close to yours, breathe stank too. yuck. he's gaining confidence now, fully convinced the 'boyfriend' you were talking about was a false excuse you've made up. your just nervous is all. playing hard to get.

panic starts to set into your bones like stones sink in water. he's leaning back, all cocky now.

it's incredibly frustrating to know a simple no doesn't suffice, but unfortunately, it's a far too familiar fact.

come on doll face, this 'boyfriend' of yours doesn't have to know. quit playing so high and mighty i know you want me.

you think you might throw up. theres a confident smirk playing on his ugly mouth, when an ice cream cone hits him right in the centre of his face. comically sliding down his face, incredibly slow. the smirk drops so quick, and satoru gracefully enters the scene.

sun creating a halo around his fluffy white hair, your ho is glowing. signature classes sat pretty, low on his nose, his skin a little flushed from the heat (hence the ice cream) he's holding two more cones in his hands, walking towards you and and the offender, mock sympathy in his voice. as he expresses apologies that to just might seem sincere if your that stupid if you tried hard enough. grabbing the cone of his face to meet his eyes.

satoru has a incredibly towering stature, and while this wasn't news to you, it's quite impressive to see its advantages in real time.

peaking down at the face behind the sweet creamy mess, satoru recoils. "ew." his tone dripping with absolute disgust. turning around to make his "bleghh" face as he presses the now ice cream less cone into the man's hair. like a sad party hat above his head an sticks on of the other two, being careful to use the flavour he knows you like least, straight back into his face. massaging it around to cover as much of the monstrosity as possible before nodding proudly for his work. a pat on the make, and he's turing on his heel towards you with that blinding smile on his face.

dramatically, satoru drapes his hands over you shoulders, and leans his weight it, a pout on his strawberry glosses lips. "babyyyyy, the sight will haunt my night mares, scary people out there" he tuts standing straight with a satirical furrow between his brows. he should have been a theatre kid with all these dramatics. though you were greatful, and relived. he makes life feel so easy. it's contagious.

he looks down at you through his sunglasses small smile playing on his lips, face no longer contorted by an expression of discomfort or disgust.

satoru hands you the last cone. after all the two he got for him have served greater purpose than satisfying his sweet tooth. strong arm loosely hangs from you shoulder as you walk off leaving behind the cheap excuse of a man now covered in creamy deliciousness far too good him. your laughing at something satoru said as he glances back to see yhe newest addition to his hit list muttering to himself as he try's to get the ice cream of his over gelled greasy hair, fake designer top and horribly ugly face. satoru thinks he should just keep it as it was. ice cream was a far more pleasant sight. he looks back down at you eating away at your cone, there's a little caught at the corner of you lips.

smirking he leans down to lick it off, taking advantage of the angle of your head above his to make his eyes wide and pretty for you the same way he would when he was licking something else. your flustered, mouth open, paused mid sentence and your eyes wider than his now.

(the audacity of this man. nothing is gonna manage to kill you quicker than his charm.)

wide eyes portraying his faux innocence drop to a sultry lidded gaze leaning in to kiss away another but in the other side. your fingers going up to feel if there's anything there on instinct.

he stands up quick, back to his faux persona of a very mature and collected version of himself ( the kind no one would guess bounces of the wall when left unattended), pinching your check acting as if nothing had just transpired. like the subtle innuendo was felt only by you, and was nothing more than a fantasy of your own making. "are you blushing?? god baby your such a pervert. is that all i am to you???"

and he's back to the dramatics. rolling your eyes you shrug him of and continue. he stays, right where he is. watching you, his love walk ahead, he feels himself let out the dreamy exhale of a lovesick fool, he'll be the first to admit that for you, he is nothing else.

a quick jog is all it takes to catch up to your quick steps. arm coming back around your shoulder he leans in like he weighs the same as the feather. burying himself close to you. you smelt sweeter than ice cream. his hair tickles your neck, and your his face. the fabric of his shirt against your own.

"baby"

a hmm is all he gets in reply, to busy lapping away at your cone to pay attention to the kind, sexy clown you call you boyfriend.

he got you your favourite flavour after all.

extravagant gestures weren't something satoru shied away from, as we have gotten to see up close today. he was loud and carefree but he was yours. and you his. walking side by side, his arm around your shoulders, head resting close to you. he can feel your pulse (his posture must've looked horribly uncomfortable to someone watching from outside the moment shared by the two of you).

it's peaceful like this. despite the bustling crowds and busy chatter around you, you shared a feeling of peace in that moment. body held close to the one you loved, despite the heat you can't say you're bothered by the proximity. he smells so good.

then, all at once, it hits him.

no sweet treat :(

the gravity of the situation quickly makes it self clear to him, but his salvation, his light at the end of the tunnel, as always, is being held delicately in your hands.

"you wouldn't mind sharing with your brave, fearless, super funny, super hot, super saviour knight now would do you baby"

and he's batting his eyelashes at you all pretty and shit

divider by @saradika-graphics

[nothomegal]

ITS CHRISTMAS EVE (or at least where I live bc timezones) and I would like to gove Pyramid Head smoochies under mistletoe pls 😌

Aww I was having this idea too! And since it's Christmas allow me to bless you with a drawing!...

...And a lilttle one-shot!

"Mistletoe"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Warning: suggestive implications by the end, but mostly fluff!

Word Count: 1k

Christmas was always a funny holiday for (Y/N). Either because they never truly felt connected to it or because they haven't felt the 'magic of Christmas' since childhood. Don't get me wrong, they would still put some decorations when they could, but ever since they came to Silent Hill such tradition was lost.

Not like they mind it too much though, they already have the absolute best gift and company they could ever ask for! Just tell me, who in their right mind would be upset about having a nearly 8ft tall demi-god creature as your forever partner? You have to be chronically insane to turn down such blessing!

And speaking of the creature, (Y/N)'s daydream was interrupted when a large hand curled around their arm and stopped them. They shoot a curious glance to their lover, who was already looking at whatever got his attention.

Right above them, placed on the old metallic door frame with, what they suppose is duct tape, were hangign a bunch of oddly shaped pieces of paper. Some pieces where green, others painted green, and all of them where kept together with a piece of damaged red cloth that was tied as a bow.

(Y/N) stares at that weird construction with furrowed brows, really trying to grasp what the hell they're looking at. Pyra was still as well, but his head tilted towards his human as he curiously observes their reaction. Seems like they too have no clue what is this-.

However, (Y/N) manages to make out the shape of it and instantly burst out laughing.

—"No way! No way someone actually made one!"— you say between laughs.

The beast simply observes them, letting out a low wondering rumble. Is that another pointless joke humans have? (Y/N) is laughing hard so it must be something very funny or very stupid.

After the laughter had ceased, (Y/N) takes a look at their monster and suddenly remember what he wanted in the first place. Oh, right. They were supposed to explain what is that.

—"Okay, okay."— you say between giggles as you point at the object. —"That thing over there is supposed to be a mistletoe. Remember when I told you about Christmas and how people decorate that one fuzzy tree? Well, this thing is also kinda a Christmas tradition. People hang it somewhere high and when two step or pass underneath it, they have to kiss."—

While (Y/N) explains, Pyra listens to them carefully. But the second they mention the kiss part, the air between them shifts and becomes... Odd. And Pyra himself still, way too still.

(Y/N) of course feels the change, and is quick to start clarifying.

—"But of course, it's optional. It's not like you're forced to kiss anyone. If anything, I never did! So I suppose this will remain as a silly tradition some-"—

Their speech is replaced by a tiny gasp when the monster suddenly grabs their jaw, gently lifting and moving their gaze where he needed. Their eyes narrow slightly when they noticed a tongue peek out from his helmet and slowly, almost shily, wiggle towards their face.

—"Aww. What a polite guy."— you chuckle as a little blush creeps on your cheeks. —"Well of course I'll give you a kiss."—

Ever since they introduced this new method of showing affection, it wasn't rare to witness Pyra ask for a 'kiss' once or twice. It's kinda funny to see how shy he gets, always taking it slow and giving them enough time to stop or pull away. Do they do that? Nuh-uh! Do they think it feels gross? Weird, yes. But (Y/N) is deranged so it's fine.

The pink muscle soon presses against their lips, and they respond by giving it a kiss while holding it in place gently, totally unbothered by its wet and slippery texture. They could feel Pyra practically melt into the gesture, he does it every time. It's small, but is the closest they can get to an actual kiss, and the intimacy and specialness of it seems to get the beast to his very core.

After some second, when (Y/N) attempts to lean back, a pair of big arms gets a hold around them, cementing them in place completely and pulling them closer to the monster. The said beast lets out a low menacing growl as his tongue licks their cheek and part of the jaw. The message was clear...

M̵̞͔̥̏̌̊o̷͕͒̓͑ͅŗ̷̭̝̓̾e̵̠̤͓̅̒̋.

He wanted more.

Despite the apparentaly hostile growls, (Y/N) showed no intimidation and simply chuckled as they roll their eyes.

—"Someone is feeling frisky, huh?"—

Another, and a bit louder, growl resonated from inside the beast's helmet. His grip around them tightening and the tongue sliding along their lips, almost begging for them to kiss it again.

—"Calm down tiger. We both know if we continue you'll get too carried on."— you coo, sliding one of your hands along one side of his helmet.

He groans with certain displeasure, but his grip soon losens as he slightly tilts his head into their touch, yet he doesn't let go neither.

—"If you're really feeling like doing it then let's go somewhere else. You don't want anyone to see me naked, don't you?"—

This time their answer is no longuer a growl or a sound, but the same pair of big hands lighting their form up and swinging over a broad shoulder.

Before starting to walk however, the monster reaches up and snatches the little paper mistletoe. (Y/N) of course notices that and can't hold back the little laugh.

—"Well well, see you really liked this particular tradition."—

They get no response as the monster resumes his walking. But the small squeeze on one of their thighs was enough proof to know that they got it right and it won't be the last time the see the little item.

After this little interaction, and probably after what's about to come, (Y/N) doubts to ever be able to feel that magic of Christmas again.

However, they realize that they still experienced something new. The magic of the mistletoe.

Is that an actual thing? Who knows.

But it worked on Pyra so it must be a thing, right?

It worked well after all.

...Too well.

[slcmml]

tech support! charlie & reader. fluff.

you hate making phone calls.

absolutely despise it, actually. something about talking to a stranger, especially for customer support, makes your skin crawl. but your laptop is acting up, and after scouring the internet for a solution and coming up empty handed, you seemingly have no other choice. so, you dial the number, swallow your nerves, and wait.

“hello! this is charlie from tech co’s customer support! how can i help you today?”

you weren’t expecting the voice on the other end to sound so… cute?

it’s warm, gentle, and just a little scratchy, like he’s been talking all day but still has patience to spare. suddenly, making this phone call doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world.

“hi, um. yeah. my laptop isn’t working? i mean, obviously, that’s why i’m calling, but, uh, it won’t turn on, and i have no idea why.”

“gotcha! let’s see if we can get that fixed for you!”

his voice is so reassuring you almost forget you’re actually supposed to be fixing something.

he walks you through the steps, patient as ever while you fumble through them. when you press the wrong button, he gently corrects you. when you let out a frustrated groan, he laughs—not in a mean way, but like he finds you endearing. and god, it makes your stomach do a little flip.

“it’s okay, take your time! i’m here to help, promise.”

and help he does.

except at some point, your laptop starts working again, but you don’t want tell him.

“huh? still not working? that’s weird.”

you lie straight through your teeth just to keep talking to him. it’s shameless, really, but you don’t even care. he’s kind, patient, and his voice is the nicest thing you’ve heard all day. so you keep up the act just a little longer, drawing out the conversation until there’s truly nothing left to say.

“well, i’m glad i could help! and if you need anything else, you know where to call.”

oh, you do. and you’re already thinking about it.

“you’ve been super helpful, by the way,” you say, hesitating just a little before asking, “um, what’s your name? so i can leave a good review?”

“oh! yeah, of course. it’s charlie.”

charlie. yeah, that suits him.

“thanks, charlie. i really appreciate it.”

“anytime.”

—

you call back the next day.

you shouldn’t. there is no reason to. your laptop is fine, perfectly fine, but—

“hello! tech support, how can i help you?”

your heart sinks for a second before you realize it’s not charlie.

“oh, um,” you stammer, scrambling for an excuse. “i, uh, had an issue with my laptop the other day, and i wanted to follow up? i think the guy who helped me was named charlie?”

“oh, charlie! yeah, give me a sec, i’ll transfer you over.”

your stomach does a whole flip before you hear the click of the line transferring.

“hello?”

oh, thank god.

“hey, charlie,” you say, and you hope he doesn’t hear the stupid little smile in your voice. “it’s me. again.”

“oh, hey! did something go wrong with your laptop?”

“yeah, it’s, uh. still kinda acting up.”

lie.

“oh no,” he says, immediately concerned. “what’s it doing now?”

you make something up on the spot, some vague, convoluted problem that doesn’t actually exist, but he still goes along with it. walks you through another set of steps, laughs ok when you struggle, and just—keeps talking to you.

and this time, you swear he’s stalling, too.

—

it becomes a thing. you call every couple of days with some tech issue you made up, and he never questions it, just helps you like normal and talks to you like he’s actually happy to hear your voice. (spoilers: he is)

until the one time you say, “ugh, this laptop hates me,” and he hums thoughtfully before going, “you know, for a laptop that’s given you this many problems, you sure seem to like using it.”

does this mean he knows?

“what?” you say, playing dumb.

“i mean, you’ve had, what, like five different issues this week?” he teases. “i’m starting to think you just like calling tech support.”

heat rushes to your face. “okay, first of all,” you say, indignant. “it was three times.”

“mmhm.”

“second of all,” you start, then stop. because what is your second point? that he’s right? that you do like calling tech support? or, more specifically, that you like calling him?

“whatever,” you mumble instead, hoping he can’t hear how flustered you are.

but if the way he’s laughing is any indication, he totally can.

—

a week later, you take it one step further.

you don’t call this time. you show up.

you made a small google search to find the address of tech co, the store he works at, before stepping inside with a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing under your skin. you don’t even know what he looks like, but somehow, you just know when you see him.

he’s standing behind the counter, light brown hair, slightly messy, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms. he’s cuter than you imagined—not just cute, but like, unfairly pretty. and when his eyes meet yours, shining with kindness, you know you made the right call.

“hi,” you say, leaning onto the counter.

“hey,” he says back, smiling. “fancy seeing you here.”

“yeah, well. my laptop broke again,” you say, suppressing a grin.

he raises an eyebrow. “oh, did it now?”

“yeah.. completely fried. tragic, really.”

“oh, so tragic,” he echoes, playing along.

you both know you’re full of shit. neither of you really care.

“so,” he leans in just a little, resting his arms on the counter, closer to you. “now that i’ve seen you in person, should i expect more tech issues? or was this a one time thing?”

you laugh, feeling a little bold. “you think i’d come to your job just to say it’s a ‘one time thing’?”

“i hope not,” he says with a slightly nervous smile.

your heart flips. he’s so cute.

“well, it’s not,” you say, mustering all your courage. “‘cause, you know, i’ve got a real issue that could use your help.”

his grin widens. “mmhm. and what would that be?”

“i need your number. y’know, in case of emergency. i mean, what if my laptop explodes?”

he blinks.

then he laughs—soft, surprised, pleased—before pulling a receipt from the register and scribbling something on it.

when he slides it over, his fingers brush yours, and you think, yeah. totally worth it.

© slcmml

[hellincarnation]

Hello! This is a message to the anon who has been sending very haphazard, messy and increasingly nonsensical hate. They are pretty ew.

Not sure if cringe anon is the same as this one, but if you are, here’s a quick thingy. Sure, I’ve played with your message, adding humour as a lovely way of mockery to you. But there is a line to be drawn, I’m fine with you making snarky comments. I make snarky comments, but I draw the line when you start insulting whole groups of race. And….insulting us with the most generic types of comments.

Seriously?

That is the most ridiculous pseudo hate ever.

I’ll remind you that the term “asians” include Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Viet, Malaysian, Singaporean, Filipino, Indonesian, Saudi Arabian, Indian, Bhutanese, Pakistani, Lebanese and so many more groups of people.

You’re gonna have to be the most dumb, blind and ignorant piece of filth if you think all of those groups of people look the same. If you really believe that, you’re bigoted and ill informed.

Also. OF COURSE SOME GROUPS OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE A COMMON ANCESTOR LOOK THE SAME, OH MY GOD THE STUPIDITY!

And if you are part of Asia and you’re gonna whine like “I was just making a joke!” This is not a joke if it hurts people, yes this is a popularised statement but to many people, it is not funny. It is only a joke when EVERYONE is laughing. So shut up about that.

And then here

….that’s just so wrong.

First of all, I’m ethnically Chinese, which means my great grandparents originally came from china. I was not born on the mainland, nor was my parents, nor was my grandparents. And where I am currently living, consumption of dog meat is illegal. Even in China, the amount of dog meat consumption is drastically decreasing.

That is an old, outdated, stereotypical, insulting way to refer to Chinese people. Not only that!

You also might refer to people from Cambodia, India, Indonesia, Ghana, Laos, Vietnam, Nigeria and Switzerland. Unless you’re saying I’m from all of those countries, your statements makes no fucking sense.

I’ll wrap it up, in the end, I may laugh, joke around, make fun of such comments, but I draw the line when it could potentially hurt bigger groups of people.

My blog is a place to talk to my friends, I’ve made many good ones here, Mireya, Zahrawr, Tanaka, Jeah, Riyana, God, Tamanna, Etc

To all of you, I’m very grateful for getting to meet you.

To this Anonymous person: if you come out and say “oh it’s just a joke” or reveal that you are Asian too, shame on you. Out of all people, you should know how bigoted and disgusting those statements are. If you aren’t asian, even worse. You’re a stupid, ignorant and pathetic piece of shit who thinks it’s okay to send these types of messages. You disgust me.

Moving on, I will not tolerate any more of these types of posts, I will be deleting them on sight. I won’t be turning off anon, since there are lovely anons who like to send nice messages. But I will not be posting anymore of these stupid, idiotic and hateful comments, especially that could potentially hurt a large number of people.

Fuck off, leave all these people alone, leave me alone, this is not a joke, it’s not okay to be spout this bullshit so freely.

Update: I’ve blocked anon ;)))

If this turns out to be anyone I’ve tagged, I will be very very disappointed in you.

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