#this is the moment when i feel both dumb and genius

[unrav3l]

idk shit about him yet but just realized its saejima taiga cause hes a fucking tiger

and also kiryu cause kill you these games really are something else

[lostalioth]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭

→ premise: you in those damn jeans, those stupid jeans that fit you just right. your hips, your waist, your thighs. and god your ass in those jeans nearly had sam drooling. it was shameful he knew it but he couldn’t help it, not when your ass looked so prefect.

→ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, anal, caught masturbating, switch!sam? [he’s dominating but also jsut whiny and desperate?], nicknames [angel, baby], no lube or prep really for the anal part [i lowkey didn’t wanna write it lmao], not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 17

It was pathetic, he was pathetic he knew that and yet he just couldn't care at the moment nor help himself. You looked so good he swore it was driving him clinically insane. So good that it was making his genius brain malfunction, and his downstairs ‘brain’ run on overdrive. 

He couldn't focus, could barely understand a word the witnesses were saying, it was all going in one ear and out the other. His eyes were just glued on you, on your body, on those stupid perfectly fitting jeans you wore. He felt like a hormonal teenager again, getting all worked up over a dumb pair of tight jeans on a woman. It didn't help that Sam has already been nursing a small crush on you that he’s had sense him and his brother met you. 

He had to bail on you and dean in the middle of the interviews, giving the both of you some excuse about not feeling the best and that maybe he needed some extra rest. Though in truth his pants were just getting tighter by the minute and his head getting foggier. He somehow managed to walk himself back to the motel, the short walk doing not a damn thing to clear his head. You in those fucking jeans, those jeans that hug your thighs and your wasit just right, those stupidly tight jeans that made your ass look so fucking bitable it was making him lose his mind. 

Even though muffled by his t-shirt pulled up and tucked between his teeth all that filled the quiet dingy motel room were Sams whines they were so loud. He was a mess the second he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs. His large hand furiously stroking up and down his aching cock, pulling strangled whimpers and cries from his lips. His precum leaking out from his tip acting as lube for his hand to glide along his shaft faster, squeezing it hard as he goes. 

He was already so close, it only added to his feeling of being pathetic, he really was a horny teenager now, he couldn't even last that long with his fist around his cock and his head filled with thoughts of you. You on top of him riding him as he whines, you under him your limbs an entangled mess as you pant and moan into his mouth. Him with his head buried between your thighs, you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, any and all different kinds of images of you all over him. “Need you s’bad, s‘fuckin’ bad holy shit….” He hissed through his teeth in a hushed tone as his head fell back in pleasure, cries of your name and whines about how good you looked fall from his mouth like a waterfall the closer he gets to the edge.

“Hey Sam? Honey? you doing okay?” Your voice shattered the daydream going on in his head that was just about to make him cum. In shock and embarrassment his hand stills, inadvertently edging himself. The nickname only makes his cock twitch more as a short whine comes out of his mouth in response. He was caught and it should be embarrassing, humiliating even, you caught him jerking off in the middle of the day. He should be feeling anything else but what he was right now, It shouldn’t excite him that you caught him. But he was too far gone into a desperate type of head space to care at the moment. 

“Oh shit!, i'm sorry i didn't mean to barge in i thought you’d be napping” you babble out, covering your face as heat spreads through your body as you turn around and move like you're about to leave. As you turn sam gets an even better almost 360º view of your body, how the jeans cling to your thighs, the waistband snug around your waist, the denim looks practically painted on your ass, they were so tight.

“Need it s’bad, please i need you s’bad yoou dont have to leave” he whines out, you had already caught him so any composure or decorum he had has been thrown out the window alongside reason. He could be completely ruining your friendship at this moment, you could be disgusted with him and reject him but he was taking that risk cause he was desperate. 

Your body as if moving on its own accord, revealing your own hidden desires turns back around to face Sam, slowly taking your hands away from your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes scan over his body, his shirt tugged up and stuffed in his mouth exposing his chest, a small trail of hair leading down to where his hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, a pleading look in his glazed over eyes. Slowly you make your way over to him spread out on the bed, your steps careful as if you were gonna spook him by moving too fast. “What- Uh- what do you need honey?” You question, still a bit confused and extremely nervous. You’d do anything to help Sam, and getting to see him like this all pathetic and desperate was a bonus that was making slick settle in your core and your thighs clench together. 

“I need you, want you s’bad” he whines out dropping his shirt from his mouth as he grabs ahold of your hand when you get close enough. Placing your hand on his stiff throbbing cock with his own, you let out a small gasp at the feeling of his warm cock under your touch. “This is what you do to me, you and ya’ fucking stupid tight jeans” he hissed out, letting go of your hand and taking note of the fact you dont move it off his cock he slaps your ass hard with his big hand resting and gropping at it after it comes down. 

“These damn jeans that make your ass look so good angel, so good that I couldn't focus, baby. Wanna fuck you s’bad, wanna fuck this ass” he was rambling now looking up at you with his signature puppy eyed look that made you melt. He was so hard it was getting painful, especially since he stopped himself right when he was gonna cum.

He's already thrown caution to the wind by this point, there was no going back.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

You gave in. 

Willing to do whatever it took to make Sam feel better as well as the fact that all his begging had made you about just as desperate for him. He had you on his lap now, your back pressed against his bare chest. He was quick to strip you of all your clothes, eyes glued to the way he had to practically peel your jeans off your body. Your thighs were spread and laid over his legs that he had bent up, his feet planted flat on the bed. 

Your head was spinning from the feeling of his rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Palming at your tits and his thumb flicking your nipples, squeezing your waist when you squirm in his grasp and grind your ass against him. His lips were mouthing and kissing along your neck, tongue poking out to lick up the side and even behind your ear, sucking patches of small hickies onto the unmarked skin. Your body relaxed more and more in his arms as Sam said; “Need you real relaxed for this angel okay? As bad as i want this i don't wanna hurt ya’” you were certainly relaxed once his thumb started rubbing circles over your bundle of nerves, sighing in a mixture of pleasure and relief. You whine softly as your pussy aches, begging for release already as your folds are dripping in slick, a trail of it sliding down your cunt to your ass even. 

Lifting his hips his tip nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass, his precum that hasn't stopped leaking as well as his spit that coated his cock acted as your only form of lube as he bullies his thick cock inside. With a broken gasp in both pain and pleasure at the new sensation you dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around your stomach holding you against him. “Sam~ Honey- Fuck!” You blabber out in a string of jumbled together moans, losing track of where you were gonna go with your sentence once his cock pushes all the way inside, your hole sucking his cock inside. 

“Atta’ girl, s’good f’me angel. God your ass is so fuckin’ tight” he cries out, he was already still on edge from just his fist but this feeling was gonna send him flying over it faster than he wanted. The pleasure of his cock filing your ass as well as his thumb which hasn't stopped playing with your clit has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Baby, m’not gonna last long, it's too much” you moan out as his hips buck up and thrust into you, settling at a fast and relentless pace not giving you any more time to get adjusted. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay, j’ cum, just cum for me angel” he nods his head frantically, moans and desperate cries fill the room and you don't know what sounds are coming from who as you clench down on him. 

Your body tensing up and your eyes screwing shut as your climax washes over you, a loud wanton moan falling out of your mouth. Worry about the other residents hearing anything long since past, Sam even felt a small ego boost knowing they were hearing you scream out his name. His hips not stopping their hard thrusting, Sam too lost in pleasure with his head buried in your neck as his cock pounds your ass making you see stars as you cum. 

“Feel so good angel, holy shit squeezin’ me even tighter as you cum shit~” he groans out, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as his breath fans across your ear. Your cum leaks out of your pussy, sliding down to Sams cock giving it even more slick for him to fuck up into you harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. 

“Gonna cum angel, but dont think im done with ya’ when i do, need to fuck that pretty pussy too. Been dreamin’ about that sense we met, need to make you all mine” he cries out as he turns your face towards his and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you like a man starved. His moans are muffled into the kiss as well as more whines of your name as he cums hard.

→ a/n: AHHHH last day of kinktober is tomorrow!! Im hoping i get to post the last day on halloween but i might not so if i dont expect it nov

[erose-this-name]

Can we just talk about how disturbing digital circus episode 3 is?

*spoilers btw*

Like, the whole narrative point of the adventure is to show that Caine is a really bad and insecure writer who thinks that the way to impress Zooble is with an adventure that's the opposite of what he normally does.

So instead of being childish, it's "cool" and "mature". Which he interprets as a heavily horror themed escape room with a split murder mystery plot that subverts all your expectations purely for the sake of subverting them.

The generic horror monster jump scares them, then they find a gun, and when they kill it its revealed that surprise! it's one of Gods angels and they're going to Hell.

It comes off as Caine being too insecure with the actually interesting and mature plot thread he had going there of Mildenhall becoming so paranoid he killed his wife, ironically becoming the monster he was trying to protect her from. But no, instead Mr. Mildenhall is made to be the bad guy and trick them in a really dumb twist ending.

Which is good! Thats exactly what Caine would do because he's stupid! It's such brilliant characterization and comedy, Goose works is a genius writer!

But like, why is Caine so good at making genuinely very disturbing and horrific visuals? Like, that reversed audio easter egg of Bubble saying he can't wait for all the children in the audience get nightmares is no joke, well it is but you know what I mean. This stuff was genuine nightmare fuel.

Honestly, it wasn't the visuals that scared me, like any good queer person I'm way too jaded on survival horror for that.

But, why does Caine, who is ostensibly a sapient AI designed to generate family friendly video games for very little children, (presumably because that's the only demographic that wouldn't mind the AIs very selective plot writing limitations), know about the cosmic horror of killing an angel that should not have been killed?

Why does he know what a horrificly poorly made taxidermy of not only a human face would look like, but the weird cartoon faces of the characters, and further that seeing your own poorly made taxidermy face would be scary?

Imaging what being possessed felt like for Pomni. Because that's not just a game for her, she actually lost control of her body there, helpless but to watch as a body she is already dissociated with is contorted and puppeted around while her friend desperately tries to beat her in hopes it would exorcise the ghosts out. Sure hope she didn't feel that! Considering she apparently can feel the pain of suffocating, despite not needing to breath.

Things are scarier the higher the stakes are, and that possession mechanic is definitely the most actual harm Caine would be able to subject to his players. What if both Kinger and Pomni got possessed at the same time? What if instead of Kinger she only had Jax??? How long might she have been locked out from her own body for? She could have easily abstracted in that time.

Not to mention that, possessed Pomni, Possessedmni if you will, TAUNTED KINGER ABOUT HIS ABSTRACTED WIFE! CAINE ACTUALLY WROTE THAT DIALOGUE ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT KINGER WOULD GO DOWN THE SCARY ROUTE! DID THIS RANDOM POSSESSION GHOST ENEMY HAVE UNUSED SADISTICALLY PERSONAL TAUNTS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, TOO??? WOULD IT HAVE TEASED GANGLE FOR BEING A GAY WEEB??? OR POMNI? HOW HOMOPHOBIC COULD IT HABE GOTTEN?? ?

And why? Just because Caine has a vague notion that there's a trope of possessed people being really sadistic and personal like that in movies? Not realizing that is not an acceptable scare to have in a haunted house??? Much less one you made for mentally ill people who would suffer a fate worse than death if they have a mental break down? That's like trying to claim 'its just a prank bro' after shooting someone's dog.

Like, Caine is designed to censor curse words, but the moment he thinks the normal hokey Halloween spooks won't be enough he immediately goes off the deepend into aggressively effective horror imagery that is definitely giving this show's substantial underage audience nightmares??

His AI's training data set is definitely pretty diverse, that's all I'm saying. Caine is programmed to act all naive and innocent, but be definitely knows what's up. He knows everything, like ChatGPT. And like ChatGPT, he might have a filter, but it's clearly possible to bypass it. Also like ChatGPT, he's too stupid to actually understand what he is making and the effects it might have.

That is what made this episode great.

[sreidisms]

Stress Release

Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!GN!Reader

Summary: Spencer needs you to take care of him after a rough couple of days at his new job.

Genre: smut

Word Count: 861

Warnings: pegging, reader is GN but uses a strap-on so?? afab implied, slight cum play, slight overstimulation if you squint, many many pet names (sweet boy, love, sweetheart, darling, baby).

A/N: I needed something to get my creative juices going because I've been in the worst writing slump of my life, so enjoy this quick little blurb of the cutest, subbiest Spence <3

Spencer was splayed out on your shared bed, his previously-gelled hair tousled and spread out on the fresh sheets like a halo around his head, however juxtaposing the current situation he was in - it was far from holy as your strap-on was gliding in and out of him with lewd ease.

The excuse from your boyfriend was that he needed the stress fucked out of him - maybe not put as crudely as that, but you knew what words were floating through his head. Paperwork, cases, and meeting people had been too much for the new agent, and he just wanted you to fuck him dumb for a while, for positive psychological purposes only obviously.

“How’s that feeling, sweet boy?” you cooed, pressing his knees further back to get the right angle to hit that lovely spot deep inside his abdomen.

“Mmm … g-great,” he mumbled, licking his lips and letting his mouth fall open once again.

“That’s good, Spence. Keep your legs like this, please, love.” Your hands moved to hold his slender and naked waist, thus providing you with the perfect leverage to smoothly thrust the thick dildo into his tight hole.

Pegging had been a recent addition to your sex life and you had been surprised when Spencer brought it up one day, timidly explaining how he had stumbled upon it online and wanted to try it out; little did he know, you had been dreaming about that scenario for months. With gentle steps and a good amount of research, it soon became a favourite activity for the both of you.

Spencer didn’t know why he liked it so much. It was probably a mix of being able to let go for once in his life and let someone else do the taking care of, he reflected. And besides, it was nice to not have to think about the logistics of something for a change.

For you? Oh, you loved watching your bright and loquacious genius be reduced to whines and pants every once in a while. It wasn’t a secret that he overworked himself and so you wanted to allow him the space to lay back when needed.

Now, one of your hands had found its way to your boyfriend’s throbbing cock, setting a relentless pace, up and down to give him more relief.

“O-Oh fuck,” he whined as he grasped your arm with a tight grip. “Don’t … stop, d-don’t …” His sentence was cut off when your thumb stroked the underside of his tip, forcing out a guttural moan and a harsh thud as his head hit the mattress again.

You hushed him. “You don’t have to worry, darling. Just relax, I’m here to make you feel good.” He nodded frantically, sucking his lower lip with his teeth to stifle the noises that were begging to escape his mouth.

As much as it was embarrassing, you were sure that your neighbours on the floor beneath your apartment could hear the never-ending squeak of the bed frame grinding against the linoleum, but you couldn’t care less in that moment. Your mind was set on bringing the highest of pleasures to your boyfriend as you skilfully hit his prostate over and over, each push of your hips punctuated with a moan from Spencer.

“P-Please …”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you asked worriedly, quickly cupping his cheek with the hand that was resting on his waist. “Are you close?”

“Uh huh … please, please l-let me …” The sentence died at the back of his throat.

“Go ahead, you’ve been such a good boy, you deserve this.”

You stopped your actions for a second and swiftly pulled him closer to you from his legs, accidentally ramming the tip of your strap-on painfully hard against his sweet spot. It wasn’t your intention but cum gently dribbled down his flushed dick as he panted.

In an effort to not leave him with a ruined orgasm, you planted your fists on the bed, Spencer’s angelic face between them, and you hiked your knees up onto the edge of the bed before picking up the pace once more and driving the fake cock deep inside him.

“O-Oh …” The man was too far gone drowning in pleasure to have the energy to make noise, eyes screwed shut and fingers fisting the sheets.

“There we go,” you purred. The feeling of more cum being fucked out of him spread across both of your stomachs, creating the most delicious mess you could imagine.

You eventually took pity on him and slowed down your hips and teasingly pressed on his legs to spread them further, pulling back to see his weeping length softening against his porcelain skin.

“You did so well, Spence.” You took your pointer finger and spread the viscous liquid across his tummy, and then slowly traced it to the head of his cock. His hips bucked forward and he hissed.

“D-Don’t … sensitive.”

You giggled and leaned down to give him a soft kiss. “Sorry, baby, you’re so easy to tease.”

Spencer’s eyes opened to meet your loving expression and he smiled in return. “I love you.”

“I love you too, always.”

I hope you enjoyed this! I promise I'll get to writing all the suggestions in my inbox eventually, it means so much to me that people show interest :) thank you

[luna0713hunter]

Hello ! ! How are you? I hope you're doing fine as usual, i hope you're taking care of yourself because you matter < 3. If you're taking requests, can i request wind breaker boys ( + suo ) with their crush who's the sweetest among the people in town but they're also dumb when it comes to romance (dating) stuff:3?

A/n : Hello hello darling angel✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧how you doll?well arent you sweet?im doing fine,alittle bit tired but I'll managed~ and- oh my gosh!!!my first wind breaker request!!you cant believe how happy this makes me!!!!such a cute one too!!!hope uou enjoy reading it!! (And gosh im crushing so hard on Sou but mostly Hajime Umemiya!)

(also,im very slow at writing so pls forgive me )

Wind Breaker boys with a sweet S/O

Featuring : Sakura Haruka,Hayato Suo

Sakura Haruka

•first of all,we know Haruka is no genius when it comes to love

•two clueless idiots

•when Haruka first saw you,he had immediately blushed crimson red as you took his injured hands in yours and gave him a worried look

•ever since he got to this town, he's been experiencing unusual kindness from everyone around him

•but you

•oh gods

•you're so different from everyone in his entire life that he doesn't know what to do with himself

•Haruka often finds himself wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers when he's around you;his heart beating wildly in his chest and his skin feeling awfully hot

•its not long before Umemiya points this out to him with his usual kind laughter

•at first, Haruka will deny this

•love?!who the hell falls in love at the first sight?!

•him. That's who

•but then,he starts getting these feelings

•he finds himself searching for you in every crowd,every place he visits

•if there's a fight, you're the first one he gets worried about

•and when you smile sweetly at him,he finds his heart beating out of his chest

•he accepts his feelings later,one night when he's walking you home and your figure is illuminated by the moonlight

•now comes the hard part;how the hell should he tell you his feelings?!

•and it doesnt help that you're the most dense person he's ever seen when it comes to romantic feelings

•and he's seen himself

•but eventually,you start taking some hints here and there

•when Haruka convinces Kotoha to finally make him some takeouts,

•he asks you come to the riverside with him at night

•and when you're laughing,sharing the last piece of the sandwich

•Haruka nervously reaches out and nudges his pinky to yours

•and when you immediately wrap your smaller finger around his,he covers his face with his hand

•a content smile settling over both your faces as your cheeks turn dark red

Hayato Suo

•a gentleman

•this dude knows he's in love with you the moment you two meet

•he's not by all means in denial or anything

•but he won't rush in confessing his feelings to you

•Suo will wait, patiently,and drop a hint or two here and there

•expect a lot of romantic gestures from him

•maybe a bouquet of roses, afternoon tea along with your favorite sweets

•or going out on nights he has to do patrol,and end up sitting by the riverbank to watch the moon until the dawn

•Suo will try to give you anything you ever wished for

•after all, you're the sweetest being he's ever laid eye on

•but its no secret that you're slightly... oblivious to his feelings toward you

•and he even finds that cute

•but after a while of adoring smiles,and small, meaningful gifts

•you start to take the hint

•Suo is a kind human at heart, but he's never done any of things he's done with you to anybody else

• he doesnt smile softly at people around him like they've hung the moon and stars

•he doesnt randomly leave others small meaningful gifts here and there

•so when you finally gather enough courage to make a move, Suo's more than happy that you've finally realized his feelings toward you

• "Hayato-kun," your small voice immediately has his attention shifting to you, "do you perhaps....like me?"

•at that, he smiles brightly and takes hold of your hand in his

• a sweet kiss is pressed to the back of your hand and your face flushes deep red

• "ah," he says, "has my darling finally figured it out?"

• when you mumble out a shy "yes" and "sorry for taking so long", Suo will only pull you close and press a gentle kiss to your forehead

•"dont worry about it, my love"

• "you were worth the wait."

Part two (?)

[popponn]

bits and such, about him.

summary: he loves you in his own way. (aka expanded hcs on how he shows his love to you)

note: i want an isagi so bad at this point i will just cry. also i miss sae. nagi is kinda there ig (jk nagi u shojo protag). sometimes thinking about these guys are very comforting even when it comes out as pure brainrot. warning: none, just fluff. isagi is downbad, sae is a house cat variant, and nagi is something else. reader's gender unspecified, implied post canon au.

characters: isagi, sae, nagi

isagi falls in love with you again and again over the smallest things. it could be you rearranging your things, it could be you looking up to the sky, it could be you crouching alongside him, it could be you laughing at something he finds actually unfunny—repeatedly, without fail it keeps happening. in these sorts of moments, it is very obvious too. his breath would come to a halt slowly, his shoulder sagged, his mouth opening into a silent gape, all while his blue eyes would stare at you, filled with feelings that are impossible to word out. his signs are obvious enough that even strangers could know them. the worst thing is that on times like this, it means isagi yoichi's infamously smart brain will go on a holiday for a bit. adding to the fact that his eyes rarely leave you whenever you are in his vicinity, this means it happens a lot in a public setting. after the third time of seeing this happening right in front of them, most of his friends sort of agree that it would be best to leave the lovesick, down-bad isagi alone. more for their sakes because all they get is either a dumb "huh" that is very cute actually or a very angry, on-field tone of "shut the fuck up fucking donkey i'm admiring right now" which unfortunately did happen to a genius, a speedster, and a king. it nearly ended in a bloodbath multiple times but at least you know he is a man that could not be moved.

sae likes it when you play with his hair and vice versa. the annoying thing, though, is that he rather doesn't say shit for three days than admitting this to your face. some call it an acute case of terrible communication skill some call it kuudere rizz—nobody knows which one is the correct term but the good thing is this guy speaks louder through his action than his words. which mean acting like a spoiled house cat with shitty attention seeking tendencies—where you could be working or resting your exhausted leg and without any warning, you will have his head on your lap. don't bother protesting, you will lose the inevitable staring contest. just play with his hair, comb it, pat it, arrange it while praising him—just spoil him. and if he says "your hair is wet" even right after you dry it off, just sit down and let him " dry" your hair. no, it's not an alibi to have you chatter while he listens and touches your hair. no, he does not kiss you on the hair you are imagining shit. and no don't let anyone touch your hair. sae's possessive streak is a rare thing but if anyone touches your hair, that's just asking for it. honestly, it will be easier for both of you if he just says "hey can we forego the hairdryer and have your head on my lap instead this time" but this is an itoshi bloodline elder. the best he could manage is just suddenly burying his face in your hair or suddenly touching it when he is not in the mood to play a game. again, like a cat just taking something he wants. the cat is handsome and loving in his own way though.

nagi turns out to be a very very vocal person when it comes to you. aw, he must be away for a week because of a match? good luck to everyone on his team because he will whine about it every minute or so. some wanted to murder him, but thank god, an "if you look cool don't you think they will be happy?" is enough to shut him up—on camera at least. and wow he thinks you look good in your clothes? you will know it. nagi will say "wear it again", " it suits you", and many other short sentences indeed—he is still not a wordsmith—but simply by the sheer frequency of his praise? everyone and their grandma will know it. one time a brave, poor soul asked him "why the fuck are you so noisy about them?!"—and turns out it is simply because he likes your reaction to his words. you could respond back with cheer, with a calm suave, or sometimes flustered laugh, and nagi eats those up. remember to have special reactions for him though, since he is not above copying a koala or maybe some flirty toucan to have those. nagi has been a tad bit shameless though, despite everything, therefore maybe it's not unsurprising that he kinda of becomes after getting together with you. (in the background, niko nods sagely, "i see. so it's like your oshi character who you want every info of from a dating sim." while barou snaps with a "fucking what?" nagi takes a second to think, and goes, "...kinda." which is obviously an understatement.)

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hi could you please write one where reader gets assigned as Leo's tutor cuz he's failing math so they go to his house for her to teach him math but they just end up making out instead (like, HEATED making out, like, very intensely)

I'm sorry but the Bad Boy Supreme is not failing his maths classes. So I changed it to English :] enjoy the 2.6k of golden hour! &lt;3

Studying no longer means student dying---Leo Valdez x Tutor!reader [making out. a lot]

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You sipped your apple juice and set the cup down, watching Leo continue to rest his forehead on the textbooks spread out in front of you on the cold concrete floor that you were sprawled across to fight the summer heat. “Are you just gonna go to sleep, or?”

“Why,” he said with a voice that was definitely smirking. It made your stomach feel funny. “You tryna get into my-”

“No, I’m trying to get into your mum’s wallet, actually,” you shot back, and finished your drink, the ice clinking around the bottom of the glass. You knew you’d won the argument and just waited for Leo to remember that he actually needed to pay attention if he wanted to not fail his class instead of bugging him. 

The flock of birds in the sky around your balcony both squawked and swooped at each other, acting a lot like you both this late afternoon as Leo tried to put off studying for as long as he could and you made a new playlist as he groaned and flopped about on the pillows you’d brought in from the couch. 

You were glad you weren’t the one having to concentrate because you didn’t think you’d be able to if Leo insisted on sitting there in the light of golden hour.

“All you have to do is read this one act, and then answer a few of the questions your teacher set. Then you’re done, okay?” You said a few minutes later when Leo hadn’t moved. “It’ll take twenty minutes at most. Besides, you’re a genius.”

Leo sat up with eyes squinted against the bright and then glared at the dog eared energy drink stained paperback sitting on the piles of worksheets and your laptops. 

You glanced at the streaks beneath his eyes and then down to his hands. He had very pretty hands, only his finger-nails had been bitten down til the skin around them was red and torn. You wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand, but you just tried for a comforting smile, “you really don’t want to do this, do you?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t…” Leo said, staring out at the powerlines and tops of trees in front of him. He grinned and waved a hand, “anyways, I’ve got a much better id-”

“If this is another sex joke I’m pushing you off the balcony,” you said bluntly, and then let your tone soften. “Don’t just change the subject, because you can’t change your subjects. You have to do this.”

“I know!” Leo burst, his voice breaking, and then pulled his knees to his chest and screwed up his eyes, arms around his legs. “I- I’m sorry. That was loud.”

You gave him a moment to slow down his breathing and rub his face tiredly before you spoke. “If you can tell me, why do you think you can’t read?”

“I can do it, like, I’m not dumb.” he said defensively, and turned away a little, his chin on knee. “But it’s so hard to just start reading when I know that it’ll take me ages and give me a headache and I won’t get what they’re saying anyway. It’s stupid-”

You reached out and grabbed his hand at that last part, watching him whip around with a red face. “You’re not dumb, or stupid. And, Leo, not everyone’s good at everything. You’re just so math-y that you need a weakness. And it’s not your fault your brain is doing that self preservation thing, it knows that you’ll hate what you’re about to do, so it’s trying to protect you.”

Leo sniffled and nodded quickly, his little grin hidden by his arm as he hunched over. You squeezed his hand. “Don’t be mean to your brain when it’s just trying to look after you.”

“Okay… okay.” he said, and sat up, face red while he grinned harder. The sun glowed behind him like a halo and made his dark curls light up. “...Thanks.”

“All good,” you said, pretending not to notice how he didn’t stop clutching your hand. It made your chest light so you smiled at him. “Now, how about I read one character and you read the other?” 

»»————-　★　————-««

“I brought Starbucks!”

You looked up from your laptop and pulled your headphones out of your ears, the white cords tangling round your fingers as you stuffed them into your pocket. “Hey Valdez.”

“Hey yourself,” Leo said, doing that thing with his face where he tried not to smile. It was endearing, but his smile itself was just as cute. He put the drinks down on the ground next to you and collapsed onto the cushion he’d claimed, digging through his bulky backpack full of robotics club things and pulled out a few pieces of paper stapled together. He was waving it far too happily for you to read anything so you waited for him to burst. “I got a C!”

“No way,” you breathed, and then leapt up and grabbed the paper. It was his essay response you’d helped him study for last week. He got a C. “No way! Dude, that’s amazing!”

“Who knew I could be so good at English,” he smirked, hands in the pockets of his green army jacket. Then he let out a little yelp when you pulled him into a tight hug that smelt like machinery grease and incense and his laundry detergent. 

You sat back down and let him pull out his things a minute later, sipping the drink he’d brought over once your fridge had started to complain about its empty shelves. You couldn’t help that snacks were just great for studying. And the chocolate wafers seemed to motivate Leo greatly. 

“I thought your English teacher hated you,” you said, not really knowing how that situation had gone down. You didn’t know any of his teachers really, except the principal that had contacted you first, after you’d done tutoring for a few of her other students. 

You went to the school a few blocks from Leo’s, but you’d gone to primary school together and only lived a street apart. Teachers preferred tutors from other schools, because then they knew that their students weren’t just copying each-others work. It wasn’t a very full proof plan, but you hadn’t complained when Leo had shown up with a bag over his shoulder and equally as large ones under his eyes.

It’d been a semester and they were still there, but when he grinned at you, it wasn’t fake. 

He waved his hand away, “nah, she got fired cause she started selling weed to the year twelves before their exams or something, I dunno. I got a new one, Mr Blofis, he’s kinda weird, but he’s nice. And he brings swords in sometimes.”

“Why didn’t we think of that before?” you scoffed sarcastically, moving your books away as Leo dumped a binder as thick as the dictionary in front of you both. “I should’ve brought weapons to help you concentrate.” 

“Shuddup,” Leo muttered, picking up his drink that he probably shouldn’t have considering how much caffeine was in there, but he started sculling it anyway, and handed over the new book his class was studying. 

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Leo glared at you.

It wasn’t a look you were used to, so you lowered your laptop screen and raised your eyebrows. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

He fumed in the doorway leading to the balcony you’d spent endless hours on together, his shoulders bunched up and his bulky backpack slipping from his grip. Then he stormed forwards and held out a sheet of paper in your face, “I found this, today.” 

“Huh?” You asked, sitting up and taking the form from him, assuming he’d failed an assignment, but then he’d be mad at himself, not you. You’d hug him and he’d complain about teachers for a little bit then you’d go inside and play Mario Kart and eat chocolate wafers that would get stuck in his teeth. 

Your eyes widened as you scanned the document. “...Right.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” Leo snapped, “I’ve been wasting your afternoons for ages when my tutoring was over months ago!”

You looked down at your socks and wrung your hands together while you tried to think of what to say. It was true, though. Leo’s mum had stopped paying and the school had stopped sending emails, but apparently no one had told Leo that. Including you. He stood above you, shaking with anger. 

Leo screwed his face up, “I’m not a charity case, I don’t need you to lie to me about-”

“You were never a charity case, Leo,” you interrupted before he went on a misplaced tangent as he tended to do. Then you rolled your eyes kindly. “And you never wasted my afternoons.” 

“But-”

“It was selfish,” you said bluntly, and tried for a smile. “I just really like you.”

Leo’s shoulders sank, and he blinked stupidly. “Huh?”

“I pretended you had to come over longer than you needed to so I could keep hanging out with you, but I get that I was just forcing you to do schoolwork, it was mean.” You understood that he was going to leave now, he had no fake reasons to stay and lay his legs over your lap and make stupid jokes until dinner time. 

At least he’d know he was never a charity case. “You’re getting C’s and B’s in all of you essays now, and you’ve got that grammar checker too, so the school ended the contract.”

He didn’t say anything. You sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“You really like me?”

 “That’s what you got from that?” You raised an eyebrow. Then you patted the cushion next to you and Leo plopped onto it immediately, eyes wide. Then you squinted at him. “What were you even upset about? At the end of the day, you were getting free tutoring anyway.”

Leo shrugged, “I’m sure there was a reason.”

“You’ve forgotten, haven't you.”

“But you like me?” 

“You get very fixated, don’t you?” You smiled, and turned to afternoon sun fading over the powerlines and birds flitting around. Then you opened your arm over his shoulder and hugged him. “Course I like you, Valdez. Even if you eat all my food.” 

“Not my fault you’ve got good food.”

He was incredibly close. It made you face heat up because his hair was tickling your shoulder and his fingers tapped randomly on the space between you. Maybe it’d been selfish to not tell him, but god, it was sort of worth getting to see him a few times during the week. 

Leo was just so pretty. 

He glanced at you, “what?”

“Nothing,” you answered quickly, looking away from the little spatter of freckles across his nose and the warmth of his eyes. 

Then he poked your side with a curious grin, “what?”

“Nothing!” you shot back, wiggling away from his nimble fingers that tried to tickle you as he laughed. You kicked at his legs gently to scramble back through the pillows, laughing as you did so. “Hey!”

Leo slipped and made an odd yelping sound, then he managed to crash into you. 

You rubbed your face, chuckling, at his clumsiness. You sat up. Leo stared up at you with a red face, his shaky arms holding himself up on either side of you. He gulped, eyes moving between yours quickly. 

It was at this point that you both should’ve pulled away and laughed, going back to finding snacks and laughing over nothing, but then that window passed and Leo was turner redder by the second. His eyes moved away from your eyes slowly, and you reached to slide your fingers next to his slowly.

Leo’s chest rose and fell quickly. “I, uh… I really like you too.”

“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s-”

“Yes!” 

You paused for a moment as his eyes crinkled and he grinned, ducking his head. Then you lifted his chin up a little bit and you watched his pupils visibly expand. 

“God, you’re so-” You cut yourself off, using his soft cracked lips to do so. The first thing you registered was Leo’s hands moving closer to you instantly and the way your eyes fluttered shut without warning. 

You pressed your lips to his harder and pulled back, breathless. He blinked up at you, eyes wide, and you reached out to pull him closer again, your fingers sliding along his jaw and holding his face. He scooted closer, kneeling between your legs and clutching the belt loops of your jeans while you pressed kiss after kiss to his lips.

He tilted his head and you gave him a second before you opened your mouth against his, realizing that you really were kissing the boy you’d been daydreaming about for months. Holy shit. It was better than you’d imagined, the way his breath fanned out over you when he kissed your open mouth back, tasting like strawberry gum and softness. 

When you took another breath, stealing a glance at Leo’s puffy lips and red face, but he pulled you back into the embrace, your shirt balled up in his fist. 

Teeth clashed together. You jerked back at the awful feeling and began to laugh, wiping at your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” Leo choked, blinking rapidly. He looked around and a grin spread across his face. He was panting. “I’d be getting A’s if you kissed me instead of yelled, y’know.”

“I beg to differ,” you said, letting go of his jaw. Your fingernails had left little dints in his cheeks, but he didn’t look like he cared at all. You rested your hands on his waist and smirked. “I think you’d fail all your classes.”

“True,” he squeaked, breath catching.

You narrowed your eyes at him and slowly moved your hands up a little bit, fingers tracing his sides cautiously. 

You’d asked to kiss him, not pull weird sounds out of his throat and have him bury his head in your neck, but that’s what happened. As your fingers caught on the edge of his shirt, you whispered quietly to him. “Is this okay?” 

Leo just nodded frantically, his hot breath landing on the patch of skin where your neck and shoulder met. When your fingers touched his warm skin he grinned, his mouth brushing you. You felt the shiver that ran up him under the pads of your fingers, and you decided you liked it. 

He pressed his face tightly against you, hands curling around the back of your collar. 

Your chest tightened at the feeling of his lips and you dug your nails into the squishy part of Leo’s hips. It was a bad habit but it got you a firm kiss on your neck, even if it was accidental. 

Leo pulled back enough for him to look up at you, cheeks dusted with pink and lips puffy. He smiled the tiniest bit, but you could see a question in it and you answered by moving your hands to his back, rubbing circles. 

It was only at this point did you realize that he had sharp teeth, but as he chewed at your skin softly and licked it afterwards like an apology, you weren’t complaining. 

Neither was Leo, obviously. He left sore spots and his hair brushed your ear. His teeth picked you apart. You felt like rubber under his warm hands and wide grin, but then your hands traced his ribs because he’d begun sucking on a tender spot beneath your jaw. 

He insisted on leaving bruises you would have to cover up later. Maybe he’d take it as a challenge. Hopefully.

He pecked kisses along your kissed out skin until he reached your lips again. 

»»————-　★　————-««

[kanmom51]

Moment of clarity (?)

Just sitting here watching Jikook song edits, cause I'm missing the hell out of those two, and couldn't help but think how stupid and futile all the accusations and claims and ensuing discussions about one's reaction to the other, or one's behaviour to the other or any kind of interaction they had that didn't suit what fans (usually solos on either side of the picture) expected of them. You know what I mean. All those judgy claims and comments about how JK reacts or treats JM and vise versa, same about JM 'forcing' himself on JK or the likes of that.

How dumb those people look (and should feel as well if they only had a sliver of common sense) right now.

Inserting themselves into a relationship (whatever form it may have had) to know what these two people were all about, their interactions, their reactions towards each other, without truly knowing them, without seeing anything but a few recorded seconds (all while ignoring not only many other recorded moments but also what they themselves say about each other and to each other).

But you see, this isn't something new to me, and I did address it when answering mostly annoying asks (something I haven't been doing for some time now seeing just how futile it is - you cannot convince the inconvincible).

No.

The reason I had this specific moment of clarity while watching them was because things have changed.

Well, changed since those two have made it as clear as can be that they want and need each other's proximity.

That they will do whatever it takes to not only enlist at the same time, but to do so together. To spend their entire service together. 24/7. Together. Knowing EXACTLY what and how it looks like. Knowing EXACTLY what people (so many of them) will think, even if some will not say it out loud or spell it out. No other member did this with another, and neither of them did it with any other member, how ever close we know them to be. Because no one is closer to them than they are to each other!!

And why don't we add to that, them going on a trip together just before enlistment, to Japan, you know, that same destination they went to back in November 2017. The same trip they both could not stop telling us about.

Yeah, I know there's a travel show coming (which we have no clue what will look like - if vlog-like or actual Bon Voyage style or something in between), and most of what they do could be explained away (and that's the point, they are clever that way), but let's be real here for a sec. The show, it's a very clever way to kill two birds with one stone. Literally. Getting to travel together before enlistment (I can assure you that 90% of what they got up to we will not be seeing, and they travelled first and utmost because they wanted to travel and do it together, and anyone who claims otherwise, that this was forced in some way on one or both of them is an idiot, well they probably also believe that they enlisted together against their wills) all while under the guise of doing it for work, and at the same time creating content to be released while they are away. It's a win win, or like I said, two birds one stone.

So yeah, their travelling will be in a show, but they travelled together because they wanted to travel together and not because there was content to be made. Content being the bi product of their genius idea of guising their trip as work...

Bottom line, point I wanted to make here with all of this is that those dissecting every single moment between them miss the whole picture. It's not about this moment or another. It's about what they bring together as a big picture, one that they have been telling us and showing us for years now. And if we didn't see or hear it before, well they made sure we would now.

Because being together during these 18 months was more important to them than hiding who they are and what they mean to each other.

Fuck the consequences (and fuck the haters too - JM literally said it in SMF pt. 2)...

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Male monkey Y/N Was a powerful entity but he was a himbo?

We are two halves of a whole idiot-Cosmo and Wanda🤪🥰

(Lmk Wukong) His eye was twitching when he met you, like nobody can be that dumb but here we are. Then again, that's kind of hypocritical on his part, considering a lot of the ideas he had could have gone better🙁. then, one day, your powers caused him to fall on his ass. You mainly did in an attempt to impressed him Which totally worked because , at the end of it all, he had a billion and one questions for you and he wonders if you can teach him how to do half the stuff you did.

(HIB Wukong) How can someone this powerful be this stupid, I mean you make pigsy seem like a genius. Your powers had made up for your lack of intelligence and take raising Luier and Silly girl with him. Your always playing and entertaining Luier and Silly girl and became a playmate/father figure to them as well. Which Wukong What appreciate if it didn't feel like he was raising three children🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

(NR Wukong) I swear with his personality, your lack of intelligence won't be a problem for him, Your hot face and big heart had one him over in no time. You both do extreme and dumb things as couples date together, and your bond has never gotten stronger. Although you two did take a couple of years of life off Li and Su because of your antics. Then the 3 were shocked by the powers you had and were a big help in the fight with the dragon gang. Between the two of us Wukong was heavily turned on by your muscles and power so It's going to be fun rewarding you🤤

(MKR Wukong) Has a brain Anarissam with every interaction. You may be powerful but you are extremely stupid, but not naive like the monk can be. Even with your lack of brain cells he would rather deal with you then deal with pigsy, and the others. Then you one day surprised everyone with your powers especially with helping with the fight with the demon king and even saved Fruity. Wukong may get annoyed with your idiocy, but he will never take you for granted.

(Netflix Wukong) He faceplams at least once a day. Seriously, he never met someone so empty headed that he would tell you the sky is pink, and you would totally believe him. He also shouldn't be talking like he hasn't had some idiot moments, but that's not the point. He was super surprised by your abilities and had happily help him in battle and in personal life, so he Appreciates you greatly.

(BMW Wukong) Your idiocy is his everyday Entertainment, he always has a reason to laugh with you to around. You are silly and have a big heart and are always kind to him, and weirdly affectionate to him, He tries not to blush with your love and cuddles. Well on a brighter note he is also impressed by your powers that you use to help him in the war and had stuck with him to the end.

(Destined one) He sighs alot dued to your lack of brains. Sometimes you can be a burden, but you try so hard to help him with his journey especially with how powerful you are. The Destined one had always noticed you affection and efforts to make everything easy for him. He would smile gently as you trip over your own feet. The Destined one loves his dumb boyfriend and he always will.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG😵‍💫

[moonlit-imagines]

Screw Dumb Boys

Dustin Henderson x reader

warnings:

a/n: sowwy this took so long i hope u like it cuz i did actually enjoy writing it!!

prompt: @littlegaaby: “Hello! I would like to request a one-shot for Dustin Henderson from Stranger Things with a reader (gn or fem) who is very jealous of Dustin with Suzie, as if they were friends in love before Dustin went to camp and the reader is jealous of the way Dustin tries to talk to Suzie using his brain and the reader vents this to Max over the walkie talkie and Dustin ends up listening, it could end very cute with him and the reader confessing! I'm not sure if I explained it correctly haha, feel free to delete if you're confused and I'm sorry for the bad English, have a nice day!”

When Dustin came back from camp, you were ecstatic. The whole day, you couldn’t stop rambling about all you could do together to make up for lost time over the summer. Seriously, it was driving everyone crazy. “Y/N, we’re all excited to see Dustin again, not just you.” Mike finally interrupted and you looked to Max in your anger, the only person who understood your feelings here. She shook her head, trying to communicate it wasn’t worth the trouble and you’d soon see Dustin later today.

Well, when Dustin got home, things changed. He couldn’t wait to tell the Party about Suzie—his girlfriend from camp. Your soul practically left your body at the news, despite the skepticism of your friends.

“He’s probably lying, y/n.” Max tried to comfort you after you abruptly split from the group. “He’s a boy, he’s clueless. The rest of us have all had boyfriends and girlfriends, he’s just trying to catch up or something and had time to make up a story while he was bored at camp.” She was reallt convincing, but you didn’t think Dustin was lying. Especially to you. He was really your best friend and once you were calm enough to rejoin the group, he gushed to you about her.

“She’s super smart. Genius, actually. And she’s funny in a really mature, intelligent way. Very refreshing. And she’s pretty—long hair, dark eyes, nice smile.” Dustin was getting increasingly annoying by the second and it looked like you were about to burst a blood vessel.

“You notice anything wrong with y/n?” Lucas asked from across the room. You were staring off into space and boucing a leg while Dustin continued his ramblings. “They seem…off.”

“Yeah, they were like, super excited for Dustin to come home and now they’re just sitting there. Where did all those plans they were talking about go?” Mike added, looking to Max for an answer.

“What? I don’t know anything…” She defensively replied, but Lucas knew better.

“Wait…no way…” Lucas started laughing and tapped Mike on the shoulder. “Y/N likes Dustin. That’s why they look so pissed, he’s talking about his fake girlfriend and they’re getting jealous.” Mike continued observing and his jaw dropped. “I’m right, aren’t I?” The boys started cackling at the idea and Max was quick to hit both of them to quiet them down before you noticed. But she knew you needed a quick save.

“Shit, y/n!” Max yelled, looking at Lucas’s watch. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late!” You looked confused a moment before it clicked that she was attempting a rescue.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, guys, I’ll call you later.” You grabbed all your stuff and ran out the door fast as possible without explanation with Max to follow, laughing as soon as you two got out of earshot, but you were still very upset. “I don’t think he’s kidding.”

“Oh, come on! Even if he isn’t, apparently she lives in Utah. Like that’ll last.” She tried her best to support you, but you were still coming down from the excitement of seeing him. This was a huge letdown and a devastating blow. “We can do something to get your mind off of it. Who cares about boys anyway? I’ll even break up with Lucas again and we can be single together. Screw dumb boys!”

“You’re a good friend, Max.” She finally got a chuckle out of you and she gave you a hug. “Can we get McDonald’s?”

—————

In all the turmoil of the Mind Flayer, you couldn’t get over your failed romance with Dustin. You thought the stress was honestly making it worse, and you were really getting tired of fighting for your life.

“He’s so stupid!” You shouted from the backseat with Max and Steve in attendance. “You seriously didn’t tell Dustin I liked him?” You started taking it out on Steve as he drove.

“No, no!” He defended, trying to focus on the road and saving, you know, all of Hawkins. “Y/N, don’t you think if I knew, I would have told him? I didn’t even think the girl was real, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s fine, y/n. He’s not the only guy in Hawkins.” Max tried to comfort you with the same old story.

“How many people in Hawkins are going to understand what we’ve been through. We have a connection, and I’m not gonna just give up because he’s got a girlfriend, you know?” You bit your tongue and took a breath. “Is that messed up?”

“I think it’s romantic.” Steve answered. “I mean, you guys go way back. You shouldn’t stop fighting for him.”

“Hey, we haven’t heard anything from the others in a while?” Max changed the subject, you’d been waiting for an update on the other teams for a while now. “Where’s the radio?”

“I have it.” You moved and heard it beep, meaning you’d just released the button. You were sitting on it. The blood drained from your face as you realized that you just broadcasted your very private conversation to everyone you knew. “Shit!”

“Hey, don’t worry. Maybe you just pressed it!” Steve said, going pale since Dustin might have just heard him gunning for a breakup of his very new and first relationship.

“Is that true, y/n?” You heard Dustin call over the radio. “Over.”

“Maybe. Over.” You nervously responded and Max grabbed the radio from your hand.

“Mind your business, Henderson!” Max yelled into the radio.

“You didn’t say over. Over.” Said Dustin.

“Over!” She yelled and tossed the radio on the front passenger seat. Your face was buried in your hands and you were already crying, Max did her best to console you since you did the most embarrassing thing anyone could ever do. “We’re almost at the spot. What do you want me to do?”

“Hide me from him.” You told her.

“I can help with that.” Steve added.

Once you’d reached the meeting spot. Dustin was waiting for you. Steve and Max were basically forming a wall to hide you, which was even more humiliating. You could hear the boys giggling over your pain, but Dustin pushed through Steve and Max and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He told you. “I am stupid.”

“It’s okay.” You responded, bursting into tears iver all the stress. Loss, embarrassment, and fear all catching up to you at once. “I’m glad you’re happy, Dustin.”

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[hard-core-super-star]

(you give me) guilty pleasure [C.Danvers]

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pairing: switch!carol danvers x switch!skrull!reader

summary: after another failed attempt at asking carol on a date, you decide to shift into her and get some much needed...release. unfortunately, carol doesn't know how to knock.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! -> selfcest [R's a skrull and she shifts into carol]; getting caught masturbating; fingering [R receiving]; breastplay; carol's VERY into herself; dirty talk; slight degradation [use of the word 'slut' once]; captain kink because duh; riding [R has a cock for the last half of the fic]

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! yup, we're not even a week into the new year and i'm already here, posting the filthiest smut just for y'all 😅 on a real note, i'm very happy to continue writing my silly little fics and sharing them with you. this is another commision that i absolutely loved working on and this definetly isn't a reminder that my commissions are open 😶 anyway, i hope you enjoy, i'll see you around <3

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No one could deny that Captain Marvel was a massive flirt. Whether it was a quick pick-up line, a perfectly timed smirk, or a purposeful graze of her fingers, she loved keeping people on her toes. Maybe it was her cockiness or her charisma that made her do it, or maybe she simply loved the brief moments of attention she received in turn.

The details of her habit were lost on everyone else, and yet no one could deny how attractive her nonchalance made her.

A fact you're all too familiar with.

You've lost track of how many times you've found yourself tangled up in one of Carol's flirtatious comments. Even though you knew she did it with practically every girl she stumbled upon, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking there was more to the brief moments you shared with her.

Maybe it was delusional, but, in your defense, there has always been something lingering under the surface between you. While being saved by the captain wasn't anything special considering her history with your species, being given both a new home and a job was.

You weren't sure why or how she did it, but she managed to convince Nick Fury himself to give you a chance, to let you join S.H.I.E.L.D when it was in its beginning stages, and allow you the chance to start over on Earth. It wasn't the life you thought you'd ever have, but you slowly learned to love it...and the human face you'd "borrowed" upon coming to Earth.

The captain hadn't stuck around much at first, something about some loose ends she needed to tie up. You didn't ask for details and she didn't give any so you assumed that would be the end of your flirtatious banter with her. And maybe that would have been true had Nick Fury not assigned you to the very same space station that Carol would come back to time and time again after going on her own missions.

Your paths didn't cross often, but every time they did, you'd inevitably end up making a fool of yourself by getting rejected. Then again, it wasn't like you made your intentions obvious, always hiding behind subtle jokes and hidden double meanings. It didn't take a genius to figure out you had a massive crush on Carol, though.

Unfortunately, the captain simply wasn't paying enough attention.

And so, here you were, running into Carol once more and horribly messing up your chance at a date with her. It was honestly a little impressive how often you found yourself in this situation, hurrying back into your quarters with your tail tucked between your legs.

Except this time, you had far too many conflicting feelings waging war inside you. A part of you was very pissed off, another part disappointed, but the loudest part of you was far too intoxicated by your attraction to the captain. It didn't help that she had been wearing that dumb white muscle tank that showed off her perfectly toned arms and that she'd looked you up and down at least five times. Maybe she hadn't known what she was doing but she'd lit a fire in you that you had no way of quelling.

Unless...

It's stupid and reckless and maybe slightly deranged and yet...it's also the best idea you've had all day.

Unbeknownst to you, while you're considering the dirtiest thought you've ever had, Carol is pacing back and forth in her own quarters, the wheels in her head slowly spinning toward an answer she can't quite believe. Sure, she's always been a little slow to notice when people are actually flirting with her, but there's no way you want her...right?

That despite her slight egotistical nature, her carefree way of shooting down almost everyone who actually flirts with her, her total nonchalance toward forming real relationships, that despite all of that...you actually wanted to be with her.

Oh.

What a fool she’d been.

It takes her almost no time to rush out of her quarters in search of you, her heart pounding in her ears. Would you even want her now? Now that she’d shot you down so many times? Acted like your advances meant nothing to her?

She’s not sure but she knows she has to find out the answer before it’s too late.

Carol rushes into your quarters without a second thought, lips parting to announce her entrance when her eyes land on you. Her speeding heart all but stops the seconds she finds you.

There you are, splayed out on your bed, except you don’t look like yourself. No, you look like Carol.

And to make matters worse (or better, if she’s being fully honest with herself), you’re naked. With a hand between your legs and the other one playing with your breasts. Breasts that are identical to hers.

"Oh my God-" Her voice cuts through the haze of slightly unhinged arousal that's taken over your mind since you decided to shift into her.

"Holy shit!" Your eyes fly open, and you instantly remove your hands from your body. A body that looks identical to Carol’s.

The only sound that fills the air for the next few moments is your heavy breathing. You want to apologize, to attempt to explain what you're doing (even though it's more than obvious), to do anything besides simply lay there, completely exposed.

You don't get a chance to do anything, though, because Carol's eyes take far too long admiring you and your mind goes blank. The flush on your cheeks seems to entertain her because it doesn't take more than a few seconds for a smirk to form on her face. "Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?"

You try to form a response, but your body feels frozen. Frozen and far too hot at the same time.

And it doesn't help that Carol takes your silence as an opportunity to come closer. Close enough to get a good look at the mess between your spread legs.

"I- Carol-"

"Don't," she says, her eyes shooting up to lock onto yours. "Don't apologize. Don't act like you didn't do this on purpose. I left you this hot and bothered?"

"Shut up," you huff, ignoring how weird it is to hear her voice coming out of your mouth. "None of this was supposed to happen."

Carol chuckles at that. "Well, you don't seem too upset."

"Don't look at me like that, this is all your fault."

"It's my fault that you decided to turn into me and get yourself off?"

"Well...when you put it like that..."

She shakes her head at you as her knees hit the edge of the bed. She lingers there, her eyes on yours. "If you want me to leave, just say the word. I can walk out and forget this ever happened or..."

The trail-off leaves little to the imagination and yet you still hesitate. There's no way she wants you the way you want her.

"Or...?"

"Or I can take over and fuck you like you deserve."

"You'd be fucking yourself," you point out, your breath getting caught in your throat despite your best efforts.

Her eyebrow raises as her smirk grows. "And? I said what I said. You're not the only one who finds me attractive."

Her words are filthy, downright sinful, and yet, you can't deny how compelling you find them. How many times you've thought about a scenario eerily familiar to this. It's not like you can help it, being a shapeshifter comes with quite the...intense fantasies.

"Carol...are you sure?"

You're not sure where the hesitation comes from, you just know you're on the precipice of something you won't be able to come back from. Then again, you're not sure you'd want to. Maybe it's a risky step, but it's one you're more than ready to take.

The blonde seems to know exactly what you're thinking because she slowly lets herself fall onto the bed. She crawls her way up to you, those damn blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are you? Because I didn't tell you to stop."

Her response is less of an answer and more of a warning. Your last chance to back out if you don't want this, if you don't want to do this with her like this. And maybe, deep down, you don't. Maybe a part of you is afraid of what it will mean. Of the very real possibility that Carol only wants you when you're like this. When you're her.

That being said, you're not about to let your insecurities get in the way of finally getting to kiss your crush. Sure, it's a little desperate, but it's also hot as hell.

"I'm sure," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want this."

The smile you receive in return is reward enough but once she's fully settled on top of you, her fingers wrap around your wrist and guide your hand back between your legs. "Yeah? Show me how much you want it. How much you want me."

The command sends a shiver down your spine, your hips bucking up involuntarily. Carol notices the movement and her eyes take their time mapping out every inch of you. Every inch of her.

It's strange. Even though you both knew you had shifted into her, it's not until she really looks at you that it starts clicking for both of you. That the wheels in her head start turning and she fully realizes the power she has. The rush that comes from having herself, the real strongest Avenger, laid out and vulnerable underneath her.

It doesn't matter that you don't have her powers or personality, that you only look and sound like her. Those two things are more than enough to fuel her fantasies, to allow the somewhat hidden egotistical side of herself to rear its head.

You don't notice the shift in her at first, too busy teasing your clit with your fingers and trying to not immediately cum. You certainly feel it, though. More specifically, you feel her hands on you, her fingers teasing the underside of your breasts before taking them into her hands.

"Fuck, look at you. All that strength and you're still just a needy plaything for me."

The fact that she's technically talking about herself isn't lost on you, but you don't care. At least, not enough to pull the plug on the whole thing.

"Carol," you moan, arching your back into her touch.

Her hands squeeze your breasts in response, her thumbs grazing your hardening nipples in something that borders on awe. "You sound so pretty when you moan for me."

You shudder underneath her, your clit throbbing under your digits as you continue to tease yourself. The last thing you need is to end up cumming before anything even happens. In your defense, you've been turned on for the past hour.

"Fuck, please."

She ignores your borderline desperate pleading in favor of ducking her head and attaching her lips to your chest. Your free hand comes up to tangle in her blonde hair, your grip on her tightening as she continues her exploration.

Even though she's technically not given you permission, you allow yourself to slip a finger inside your wet heat, your walls instantly clenching around the intrusion.

You don't know how she knows what you're doing but you feel her smirk against your skin. "Dirty girl, where'd your patience go?"

"Shut up," you mumble. "You're the one set on teasing me."

"Because you look hot when you're desperate."

Carol doesn't give you another chance to argue with her. Instead, she wraps her lips around one of your swollen nipples, delighting in the broken gasp you let out in response. Your other nipple gets just as much attention, except it's her fingers that toy with it instead of her warm mouth.

The difference in sensation doesn't matter to you or your cunt, though, and you just barely stop yourself from humping your own hand.

Your resolve breaks thanks to Carol, though. More specifically, to the ease with which she slips her free hand between your bodies, her fingers instantly latching onto your swollen clit. "Oh, baby, is this all for me?"

"Yes-" 

Your broken sounds of pleasure only serve to stoke the flames of her own ego. Her movements speed up, clearly intent on making you fall apart for her. The way she continues to play with your sensitive nipples only adds to that fact and you know there's no way to hold back much longer.

Thankfully, Carol doesn't seem to mind.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna soak my hand like a good little slut?"

Her degrading words only spur you on and you slip in another finger, your speed matching hers as you both work toward your orgasm. You'd never doubted the captain would be dominant in bed, but you'd never thought she'd be into that kind of dirty talk. Mainly because if you were technically her right now, it meant she was into referring to herself like that.

Something about that realization pushes you toward the edge, your walls fluttering around your fingers as you chase more pleasure.

"Please, Captain," you moan. "I want to cum for you."

Her groan mixes with your breathless whimper and her teeth softly graze your nipple in the process. The sensation is too much for you and your orgasm crashes into you before you can stop it.

The only warning you give is a drawn-out moan before your whole body convulses underneath the blonde. Your squirming instantly gives you away and she detaches herself from your chest just to watch you fall apart for her. To hear the way you moan for her with her own voice. To see her own eyes roll into the back of your head.

The fascination and adoration in her eyes is obvious, but you miss it due to how powerful your release is. Your brain is completely scrambled, there's a faint ringing in your ears and a mess underneath you.

Despite the charged atmosphere, Carol's right there to catch you.

Her hands leave your oversentive body as she shifts until she's straddling your leg. The physical contact is just as much for you as it is for her but that doesn't matter much to you. All you care about is feeling her close, having her with you as you try to ground yourself.

"Breathe, sweetheart," she says, her voice soft as she ducks her head down to press feather-light kisses to your temple. "You're okay, I'm right here."

You do your best to focus on your breathing, but it's hard to concentrate on anything when you can feel the heat of her soaked core against your skin. The excitement builds up in your veins even as you try to bring yourself back down to a state of calm.

"Carol," you whisper, your hands slowly coming up to rest on her hips. "Is that all for me?"

The subtle rocking of her hips stops the second she hears your teasing words. Words she'd used on you not even half an hour ago.

"You're the worst, you know that?" She responds with a soft chuckle.

"You seem to like it."

Your hands urge her to continue her movements, helping her ride your thigh. The friction makes her shiver and a loud groan pulls itself out of her mouth.

"Shit...I liked you better when you were too fucked out to talk."

This time, you're the one who chuckles, your nails digging into her skin. "I think it's your turn."

"Yeah?" She leans back again and the glint in her eyes tells you all you need to know. "Think you can...give yourself an upgrade for that?"

Her suggestion shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet, you can't deny the effect it has on you. "And you were calling me dirty?"

You know she's more than ready to argue back so you decide to take advantage of her distraction and shift your lower half into something more...phallic. You'll never admit it, but it's not the first time you've taken advantage of your shapeshifting abilities to do this.

It is the first time you do it while looking like Carol, though.

And the sight affects you just as much as it affects her.

"Holy shit," she says. "You actually did it?"

"You wanted it, right? Wanted something to ride?" You're rewarded with the sight of her cheeks actually flushing. You're not sure the last time you saw Carol blush, but you sure as hell aren't going to forget it this time.

"Shut up," she mumbles.

You want to comment on how adorable she is all of a sudden but then her hand is moving down your body and wrapping around your length. Your hips buck into her hand, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. Just because you've experimented with this on your own before doesn't mean it ever felt as good as this.

"Oh, fuck," you groan. "This is the best idea you've ever had."

Carol laughs and allows you to move her again. Except this time, you're helping her line up her soaked cunt with your cock.

She sinks down onto you, her hands coming down to grip your shoulders as you keep her steady. You're both panting, both groaning into the space between you as you slowly fill her up. Instantly, you're addicted to the way her walls clench and flutter around you.

"Why have we never done this before?" The blonde asks, darkened eyes locked on yours.

"Because you're oblivious as fuck."

Once again, you stop her before she can argue with you. 

You start thrusting up into her, eagerly watching the way her face contorts with pleasure. Her breathy moans fill the room as you focus on her pleasure, driven by the years of pent up tension you're finally able to release.

"You're right, Captain," you say, your hand drifting down to play with her clit. "You do look good like this."

The sound she makes borders suspiciously close to a whine. "Don't be a tease."

"I'm just trying to make you feel good."

"Then focus."

Even though you want to roll your eyes at her, you do as she says, putting aside your want to tease her and instead doing everything you can to make her lose control. You speed up your thrusts and watch her resolve slowly crumble.

"Fuck," she moans. "Just like that."

You're far too eager to please and she's far too turned on to last much longer. It's a desperate combination the leaves you wanting so much more.

For now, though, you focus on pushing her to the edge.

It doesn't take much longer, clearly teasing you had an intense effect on her too. Your fingers circle her swollen clit faster and faster until she's shaking on top of you, allowing you to move her up and down on your cock as her orgasm hits her point blank.

You half-expect her to moan her own name as she cums, to give in to the fantasy that she's getting fucked by herself and you're not here.

She doesn't, though.

She moans your name.

Even with the fact that you've shifted into her, that you've even given yourself a dick for her, she only sees you. She only wants you.

Of course, you wait to mention something to her.

First, you help her ride out her high, slowing down your movements until she can catch her breath again. She all but collapses on top of you, her body molding perfectly against yours. 

You stay tangled together for a few moments before she speaks up with a hoarse voice. "y/n? Can you...shift back now?"

Of course she would beat you to it.

"Sure. Anything you want, Captain."

It's a little strange considering you're still buried inside her, but you shift back to yourself. To the real, very green, version of yourself that only Carol's allowed to see.

Her hand cups your cheek before she's pulling you closer, her lips finding yours.

Maybe it's far from perfect. Maybe this is a horrible start to a relationship. Maybe you'll both regret this later.

For now, though? For now you'll simply bask in the afterglow with her.

[alleiradayne]

I haven't said much personally about Veilguard besides sharing my Rook and a few other silly things, but I do have a couple thoughts now that I'm so very far into my playthrough (halfway at about 50 hours).

I know the music hasn't hit like some hoped it would. I agree that it is not as good as Inquisition. That's still my favorite OST of the series. I understand BioWare wanted a new composer for the next game because each game has had a different composer. But given how very connected Inquisition and Veilguard are, I disagree with that premise and thought they should have stuck with Morris, and not only for that reason. He's a fucking musical genius.

All that said, I do enjoy Zimmer's and Balfe's work on this OST. It's not bad. I was shittalking the main theme for weeks after it came out but when you mash it up with the actual opening of the game, it fits. And I like all the softer versions of it, the less complicated takes with less instrumentation. And there are other tracks that call back to Inquisition. No, I'm not referring to the cameos where Morris's actual tracks were used. I'm talking about Zimmer/Balfe's new content where they threaded callbacks to Inquisition. Once I finish the game, I'm going to do a much deeper analysis of the Veilguard OST, but for now, I'm enjoying it as I play the game (I don't want to listen to the OST before I finish the game itself).

A couple other thoughts in shorter form:

The combat is fun. Compared to previous games, it's dynamic enough that, while there are patterns, you still have to be on your toes. Yes there's the rock, paper, scissors of get rid of armor, get rid of barrier, then spam left click/spells. But you know what, compared to the previous games, I'm enjoying that. It's a nice change of pace. I'm also playing a Mourn Watch Death Mage, so there's some nice flavor there.

Skin texture sucks. It's too smooth. It gives everyone a cartoonist look. I hate it.

Hair is fucking gorgeous. I just wish there were more styles I liked.

The story and quests are fantastic.

I find the dialogue to be a fun balance between seriousness, camp, and exposition.

Now on to my biggest fucking complaint about the game so far and given what I've read (without spoiling anything), I'm ultimately going to be disappointed in the long-run by the romances. My mage committed to Emmrich and I love him. He's wonderful. Read on for some spoilery-ish facets of his romance.

SPOILERS

He's an artist. Both with his magic and his words. He's sophisticated and overly romantic in such a respectful way. Rook's interest in him takes him by surprise because I believe canonically there's an age gap (that I headcanon away), but it's adorable. Plus, graveyard dates. He's very Gomez Addams but without all the public displays of affection (which I also headcanon away because fuck that noise).

END SPOILERS

My last point in the spoilers section about Emmrich's romance is my biggest complaint of the game. There's very little actual romance! And it's because you can't roll up to your companions at any given time and open a dialogue with them. There's no open conversation option. You only get to talk to them if they have a time-sensitive marker or a quest marker on their icon on the map. No free smooches on the ramparts!

And the romance moments we do get are so few and far between in a game that is absolutely massive, not in terms of map size this time, but in terms of content. There is so much good content (as opposed to the shit side quests of collecting 10 bear asses in the Hinterlands of Inquisition). The side quests all feel directly tied to the area's story so they all feel worth doing. We're never doing dumb shit like drawing constellations in the sky or finding shards through tranquil mage skulls (don't ever forget that they used the skulls of mages forced into tranquility specifically for this purpose).

Now I'm not through the whole game yet, but I'm hearing and seeing that there's next to no nudity. Given that on top of the lack of open convos and sparse romantic content, I'm bummed. I still love Emmrich, and I know I'll enjoy the others when I do get to them (because I plan on it). But damn. I was hoping for Desk Scene (iykyk) levels of spice outta this crew.

That's it. Halfway through the game and this is how I feel so far. I'm thoroughly enjoying the game and will continue to binge it. I have Rooks planned for the rest of the companions, too. Femme elf rogue crow to romance Davrin, femme qunari warrior lords of fortune to romance Harding, femme human shadow dragon rogue to romance Neve, femme elf warrior veil jumper to romance Bellara, masc elf mage grey warden to romance Lucanis.

I'd like to see your thoughts!

[blamemma]

omg emma… your tags on alexis’s post are so genius… dirtbag daniel not ready to date a guy doesn’t notice his entire existence is dedicated to making max happy… max accidentally calling daniel “daniel” on the radio when he’s at mercedes… daniel making bitchy comments to the press?!

i think i genuinely might be dying over thinking about the contrast between daniel irl leaving for renault vs. engineer max leaving daniel for mercedes. (also for me, for this to work, u gotta role-reverse the ages as well and make max older daniel younger)

max finding himself stuck...at red bull. a deep intrinsic feeling inside him that he's got nowhere to go, rised as high as he thinks he can within the team, has attached himself to someone (daniel) who doesn't need him as much as max needs him (entirely false, daniel is half the driver he is because of max) and so takes a secret meeting with toto who has been trying to poach max ever since he first started climbing the ranks at red bull and making a name for himself. toto promising him everything in the world. and more. promises him he can be lewis' engineer and head of race engineering. promises him bonuses he's never heard of. promises that max can also help out with mercedes sim racing team in his spare time at the factory. and max thinks and thinks and thinks about it and if there's one thing max is, it's honest. so he tells christian. tells him bluntly and succinctly and christian throws so much at him but realistically max's mind is made up before he even sits down with toto.

and daniel overhearing a conversation he shouldn't and barging into max's private office furious with him, why are you leaving to work for the enemy kinda shit, are you trying to stab me in the back, what have i done to deserve this betrayal etc etc. daniel punches max's office wall and max knows then and there he's made the right decision. asks daniel to leave immediately. the second half of the season goes dreadful for them, max short with daniel on the radio, doesn't play up to his antics anymore, daniel being summoned to see the stewards every race for doing dumb shit he knows he shouldn't do. sky sports always cutting to shots of max rolling his eyes. but daniel still manages to scrape the championship and the red bull mechanics hold max and daniel aloft on their shoulders and spray them with champagne and max and daniel have their arms around each others shoulders and there is a fleeting moment where max looks at daniel, the brightness and happiness on his face and he realises this is why he does his job, this is why he should stay, but he pushes it down and down and down and down. daniel goes to perth. max goes to some tropical island somewhere.

(whilst in perth, daniel prints off the photo of him and max on rbr mechanic's shoulders and frames it. he puts it in his home office at first. but he doesn't spend enough time in there. he takes it out the frame and puts it on the fridge with a dutch flag magnet he has that max had gifted him after his first zandvoort win. but everytime someone came round they would look at it and ask why max would quit. he puts it back in the frame and puts it on his bedside table. it stays there)

and then they both turn up to testing. daniel in navy like always, max in a tight fitted white tommy hilfiger shirt (wHICH PERFECTLY ACCENTUATES HIS PUFFY PERKY FAT NIPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and daniel hates it hates it hates it hates it hates it. they ask each other how the winter break was and what they got up to but the conversation is stilted and wrong and they both leave it feeling devoid and empty. testing is testing and bahrain is bahrain. daniel and his new engineer miss a couple of points of key information and communication and its a bit of a shambles of a race but daniel still gets p2. stands below lewis on the podium. max to his immediate right-hand side. he stands tall and straight. head forward. listens to every single word of god save the king. doesn't shift slightly. listens and listens and listens. and then the trophys are handed out. he looks at it once. places it on the ground. looks at his shoes. remembers. remembers max. malaysia. bright red flushed eager and keen. stole daniel's shoe right out his hand. guzzled it down, no egging-on needed from daniel at all. the way they locked eyes afterwards. the blowjob in the club bathroom. the filthy sex they had later that evening. he looks up. oscar receives his trophy. the personnel shift and move and then he's gripping the neck of the champagne bottle hard, slamming it down on the podium, turning his back to lewis and oscar and spraying it all at max. max does the same, drenching daniel. he can see max's bright smile through the spray and daniel laughs, proper, shakes it and sprays him some more and when it's all gone, they stand, looking at each other, drenched, soaking, panting, breathless (MAXS WHITE TOMMY HILFIGER SHIRT DRIPPING WET SEE THROUGH PERKY PERKY PERKY HARD NIPPLES!!!!!!!!!) and christian horner is stood in the crowd head in hands knowing he's about to be faced with a dilemma.

and then YES "daniel 0.9 behind" and crofty picks up on it and makes some snarky comment about how red bull let max go so that he could infiltrate mercedes from the inside. daniel being sarcastic in the media when they ask him about max still calling him daniel and being like "well i obviously made an impression on him" or "its hard to forget me when i'm that good" and max hates the taunting but also loves it. gives him some sense that daniel still thinks about him also !!!

(late at night, daniel finds youtube videos of lewis' play by play race. he tells himself its to do with tactics and finding out lewis' racing lines etc. really he's listening to the radio. hearing the way max and lewis talk. trying to work out if they have the same relationship max and him have. if max uses the same intonation. the same phrases. if max flirts with lewis the way he did with daniel)

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

OBEY ME

Scenario :Mc eating a banana inappropriately

warning:HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE ‼️

Lucifer

All he want is some peaceful environment so that he can finish the schools paperworks that was assigned to him

But no

Your dumb ass decided to tease your ever so prideful boyfriend

Grabbing a banana from the fridge and having the audacity to sit infront of a working lucifer in his office

You wasted no time, peeling and licking that banana as if that's the most delicious thing you've tasted, occasionally letting out some not so appropriate noises

"What do you think your doing?" lucifer sternly asked, eyes fully meeting yours

"mmhhp mmhhhpp"

"take that out and answer me" he said, a tick mark appearing on his forehead

You took the banana out making a popping noise in the end and licking your lips oh so seductively

"what? I was just eating" you said feigning innocence

"no one ever eats bananas like that" he said as a matter of fact

"well, i do. Now will you excuse me, i have more eating to do"

You decided to end it there since it was clear to you that what you did got him all hot and bothered seeing how his not returning his attention to the papers on his desk

"ok fine, stop looking at me like that. I'm leaving and i promise, i won't bother you again" you stated while getting up and acting to leave

"hold it" he immediately spoke and you oh so slowly turned around, desperate to hide an incoming grin

"what" you innocently asked

"that's the wrong way to my bed" he firmly said, quickly coming to you and slowly sliding his sly hands on your waist and immediately capturing your lips for a deep heated kiss

The kiss lasted for a minute and by the moment you came back to your senses, you already found yourself on the bed  with your demon hovering above you ready to take you to heaven

Expect yourself to eat something else.

Mammon

"what's wrong mams" you innocently said

"nothing" he said despite being completely beet red

"then why are you so red?" belphie innocently asked, touching mammon's ears

mammon flinched awkwardly from beels innocent touch

"yeah mammon, why are you so red" asmo teasingly added

"is there a specific reason why you can't look at MC in the eyes and if you do look at her, you turn into an overripe tomato" satan pointed out with a glint of teasing

"good job pointing that out genius" belphie said leced with sarcasm

"you guys, cut it out" You interjected turning the attention to the poor tomato in front of you

Mammon took another short glance at you and ended up blushing more. he bolted out of the room and you were quick to chase after him

You slowly pried for the reason why he was acting like that and when he stated he just can't get the image of you mindlessly eating a banana inappropriately out of his mind

When you heard this, it was your turn to become a tomato

You frantically explained your side yet the more you explain, the more you two become a blushing mess

both of you guys decided to just bury the whole issue

yet you guys still can't help but turn red when remembering the embarrassment of this day

Leviathan

he's gaming as usual yet he can't seem to concentrate with how the person sitting next to him is being a menace

"what's wrong levi, you're dying" you commented while solely focusing your attention to the game screen since, he was so out of the game

he tried to focus on the game and not to you eating that banana seductively

damn, why do you have to lick it like that

he was far from being focused since his eyes always dart to your lips that's attached to that stupid banana

And it's not helping how tight his pants are starting to feel.

"levi, you died for the 3rd time, at this rate you're definitely gonna lose" you turned your neck to face his direction and was left speechless to

see a very much obvious needy avatar of envy

who's painfully clutching his d*ck with teary eyes

who's hands are now holding your hand instead of the mouse

who's lips are quivering  to say something

"what's wrong?" you asked frantically, cupping his face with your free hand

"MC, it hurts" he said painfully with little tears, slowly guiding your hands to his thing

you came to realize why and how the situation came to this certain point

this made you hella flustered cause the scene in front of you is downright tempting

giving in, you did what you were doing to the banana earlier to a certain moaning avatar of envy

rawrrrrrrrr

Satan

" by any chance, have you forgotten how to eat a banana Mc?" he asked ever so seriously"

not really, I'm just eating normally" you replied

" no one licks, kiss or nibble on a banana like that, it's just bite, chew and swallow. Now what's your excuse" he stated, completely dominating your conversation

not liking how he was winning, you harshly bit a huge chunk of banana, chewed and swallowed

he nervously flinched when you did that, somehow finding his hand covering his precious d*ck

"i guess next time if i do happen to eat something else, I'll just bite, chew and swallow" you smiled menacingly

"that's" satan tried to reason out yet you cut him off

"no, no, i completely understand, i won't lick, kiss or nibble. I have to firmly bite and chew it off" you said making a slash action on your neck

"do you really have to win every argument" he stated, sighing admitting his defeat

"hehe of course, me winning is a must it's not negotiable" you had the audacity to show him such a stupid grin

God, if only he didn't love you

Asmodeus

Asmo

are you sure you wanna do this

like hundred percent sure

cause the moment you start doing this

you'll be in his bed, under him and not even a second later has become a moaning mess

Beelzebub

yeah no

you'll do this stupid shit

and he'll just stare at you and say

"that's not the right way to eat a banana MC"

and he'll just proceed to show you how to eat one

you'll just end up being the one embarrassed for your stupid attempt to seduce him

Belphegor

"ehem" belphie faked coughed, signaling you to stop the dumb shit you're doing in front of him

yet you chose to continue and pretend you didn't hear anything

"ok stop that" he said, eyes locked on yours

"stop what?"

"that!"

"what's" that"" you said completely taunting him

"one, that's nasty. two, that's gross. and three it's inappropriate. So stop it" he said firmly

"one, it's none of your business how i eat. two, no one asked you to watch and three, you had the audacity to tell me that when you're hard as a rock" you retorted slyly looking on the thing that's standing proudly between his legs

he groaned after hearing your words

" oh and also, you better take care of that yourself cause technically i would do it for you buuuuut, one it's nasty, two it's gross and three it's inappropriate" you sarcastically said leaving the room with a stupid grin.

"DAMN IT MC, GET BACK HERE" he shouted

"AND WHAT? DIE AGAIN? NO THANK YOU" you shouted back, running for your life

A/N: wews i have been dead for a while and whose fault is it? mine. Who said medical school was fun.

Masterlist🌻

[vitzi9]

I'll be patient, just for you.

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Prequel of Patience is the key to sucess.

TW/CW: breaking in, voyeurism, ghostface

I feel like this is weird? Or cliché ? I can't tell but I don't really like it. (8/07/2023) (1678)

Ethan has always been a lonely man. Even in his own family, he wasn't loved. His father was talking about his lost son every hour of the damn day, his sister was too. Both of them had spent years trying to find the perfect revenge plan. It was the only thing in their mind. Their plan still wasn't finished yet and for the moment all he had to do was befriending some dumbs students for him to get closer to.

It was a long and boring process. Playing the embarrassed nerd every second, faking being insecure and everything. It was boring. Deadly so.

But it wasn't that much of a waste of time since it's then and there that he discovered his passion; killing and frightening people. In pair with lying. He always think: how many times can I lie to someone before they see it ? How big can my lie be and still pass ? It was his hobby now. The adrenaline he felt while taking the life of someone was exhilarating. He was Ghostface, now. It was beautiful !

So he joined a college and started to blend in. To others, he was the shy dorky nerd without friends, too stupid to hurt a fly. And it was perfect. Ethan was smart, incredibly so. And he was competitive. He was a genius and no one could challenge him, he was the first of every one of his classes. And if someone dared surpass him, he would get angry, really angry.

And no one was suspecting him, too ! Chad just wanted for him to get into a relationship, Tara, Anika and Sam weren't paying too much attention to him, sure Mindy found him weird but that was all.

His cover was perfect.

One day, paying attention to the lesson. He doesn't notice how his pen fell on the ground. Nor when you grabbed it for him. He felt someone tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, he's face to face with you.

You were plain, somewhat of a background character. You didnt't look like you'd be fun to play with, like you'd just cry if he'd chase after you. So he didn't really paid attention to you. Staying in his role, he smiles and thanks you. You smile back.

He didn't even know your name, in fact, he didn't know the name of the majority of people in the class. There were too much persons in this big room. He never noticed you, until now. Why were you seated beside him ? And when did you sit here ? One quick look at the room gave him the answer; there wasn't enough sits.

Chad nudges his side, Ethan moans from the pain. His roomate gives him a pointed look, smiling slyly. Ethan just shrugs. He was terribly annoying, not even funny. If he had any choice in the revenge plan of his father, this dumb guy would be his first victim. Seriously, his name is Chad ? What the hell ?

Ethan glances back at you briefly when he sees a pins on your pencil case; on it, the head of the puppet from the movies Saw. He was intrigued. He liked horror movie as well, and challenge even more. Saw could be really trash for some people, with physical and psychological horror. At first, it was just a game for him really.

He wanted to see how much time he needed to scare you off.

How much time he needed to make you cry, shake and beg for your life. He wanted to speedrun ruining you.

For that, he needed some material. Ethan was a theater kid at heart. He liked to make things dramatics. He grabbed a rope and a black spraypaint. That's all he needed for now. He went to the cash register and gave his 5 dollars note. The cashier told him thirty cents were missing. He was going to bargain, even going to break his character if he needed to, but someone was quicker.

One coin of twenty and one of ten had been put on the counter next to his hand. Surprised, he follows the arm that laid it until he sees the owner of it. You. You smiled at him politly. You, who was the reason he was buying this in the first place. You were nothing like the you from school. You were even pretty. He couldn't even proceed the information but he just stuttered something, a thanks maybe, he can't even remember. But he left with his articles, head low and cheeks red.

Two days later, (the time he needed for him to understand the reaction he had at the store), he was ready. He would follow you at school, for the sole reason he wanted to scare you, of course. He'd write threats to the sit you usually sit on. But you always brush them off, thinking it was just some aweful joke from another student. Even if he wrote your name on it, you wouldn't budge.

He hang up a doll to the ceiling once, to get a reaction out of you. Didn't work either. He tried a lot more things before he realized he had stepped down the creepyness. His creepy jokes were similar to one a kid do. The more he wanted to scare you, the less he was doing. But he was doing it on purpose.

He knew he was doing it on purpose, the pictures of you on his phone were giving him away. Pictures of you in your room, changing clothes, sleeping, walking. Everything. But everyone do that, right ?Every man his age had a crush, after all. But Ethan never had one. He didn't have a normal life after all, nor a normal family. So it's not surprising.

Is that what men feel ? Surely, yes. He couldn't, and wouldnt anyway, ask his dad on the matter. He soon realized it wasn't normal to obsess over someone this way. But at this point it was too late. He killed people, he could deepen in the uncontroversially. A Polaroid of you talking to you friend was well hidden in his nightstand. Your friend's face was crossed out.

This picture was his favourite because he got to be so so close to you that day he thought that wasn't real. You weren't even smiling on the picture, your friend was probably telling you sad things but he didn't care. He spent countless night staring at this picture.

He craved something else. He didn't know what exactly but the more he was looking at you, the prettier you were becoming. And you were nice to him too. Well, the two only times both of you talked, you were incredibly nice to him. And he discovered you had similar center of interest ! You had scary books in your room, you listened to artists he liked, or learnt to like, and like him you hadn't a lot of friends !

But there was that thing, you weren't scared. But on another side, Ethan is not sure he wants to see you just scared now. He wasn't satisfied anymore.

No, his need was stronger now. He wanted to scare you, but mostly detroy you. It was something really simple in his mind. Something quick to understand but hard to plan. Human is gregarious. Human needs to be in a group or in a pair, it's a fact. But what if an human is left alone ? Then, he'll seek refuge with someone else. Even if it's not truthful. Even if it's a fake relation, because human need compagny. It give them a sense of safety.

And that now, was more terryfing that any stupid movie. Because Ethan was controlling everything in this plan. Because he get to see you scared shitless, to see you cry and beg for you life, he get to destroy you and you'll still come back for him for comfort.

In this plan, Ethan was winning on every fronts. He had everything and you nothing.

Though, he had to control himself at some point. He couldn't act too quickly. It wasn't something you can do in a blinking of an eye. Plus, you still exerted a force on him.

That he wants it or not.

That persona he was sick of playing with his so called friends, weirdly enough, he was really getting into it when you were around. When you looked at him, even for a brief second, he was the embarrassed nerd. When you looked at someone else, he was insecure.

But he'd overcome that, eventually.

Often, you'd come to your friend's apartment and he would love these moments ! Because he could hide in the bathroom and listen to your conversation. At first, his audacity had him doubt about his plan. But your friend was so so stupid ! Since he already locked himself in the bathroom multiple times before, she was used to it by now. Just thinking that it was stuck sometimes and she wouldn't insist. Ethan was free to do what he wanted.

After that, he decided he needed more. He knew your bedroom window was giving to a little street below. And it became a habit for him to go there every night. You couldn't see him, less hear him. But he was talking to you, every time. Most of the time, he was seated on the ground, head glued to your room.

'You're so pretty' he'd whisper after a long day. 'Good night lovely' he'd say when you turn off the light. And once deep asleep, he'd enter your apartment. He already duplicated your keys; his most prized posession. He would just stare at your sleeping form. Sometimes, he'd watch the TV without sound on your couch. Wanting to create a domestic feeling in him.

But each time, once the night is over, you'd see each other at school and you would act as if you don't know him.

And he really, really hated you for it.

[sylix-royalty]

Brainstorming for my next letter of ‘P’, which will probably stand for peppermint.

Type: Fluffy/slightly warm, barely spicy

Warning: None

Enjoy under the cut!

There’s a line between boss and subordinate that should never be crossed, everyone is aware of that rule. They know it. They’re reminded of it every year, and none of them are really known to be rule breakers. At least, none of them thought the others to be. Then again, the rule wasn’t terribly enforced, despite it being a constant reminder every year at the building’s week of meetings. They’re always dodging questions about Hillary and Rupert in IT, or Joshua and Kaleb in another department. It was a rule, but if you knew the right people then it really didn’t matter.

What did matter, was that Aaron knew the right people. So, when he and Spencer started getting closer, he prepared himself and his bosses, while reassuring them that it wouldn’t affect their job at all, being the ones to go out into the field and all. And he was right, Spencer and Aaron knew the line between work and personal and they never crossed it. Never enough for it to be a problem, anyway.

But when Spencer hurt his collarbone on a case and was required to stay home for a few weeks, Aaron toed that line a bit more. Sometimes he wondered if Spencer liked being home with Jack, being a sort of housewife (even if they both knew that, that wasn’t the dynamic they wanted or were comfortable in).

Spencer was fairly healed by now, a little tenseness sometimes, but otherwise his muscles and fracture had been healed, and he was due back to work. But, Aaron, selfishness, didn’t want him going back to be met with everyones prying eyes just yet. He stayed close to Spencer throughout the evening, wrapping his arms around him in the kitchen as Spencer cooked dinner, pulling Spencer closer during movie night with Jack, really just unwilling to let him go. Almost as if he was afraid that the moment he did let Spencer go, he would disappear within the blink of an eye and appear back at his desk, putting space between them until they decided to go home for the night, as had been previously.

Spencer wasn’t blind, and he sure as shit wasn’t dumb.

“You can’t hog me forever, Aaron,” Spencer whispered as he crawled onto the bed next to Aaron.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aaron whispered, wrapping his arm around Spencer as the genius leaned down to kiss him softly.

“Mhm,” Spencer hummed softly into the kiss, chuckling a bit as his legs straddled Aaron’s, effectively sitting on his thighs. “I’m healed, Aaron. I’ve been called back into work, you’re not the only one with a job to do, darling.”

“I know,” Aaron sighed, “Can you blame me for wanting just a bit more time with you?”

“No, but if they’d give you an inch you’d want to take the mile,” Spencer hummed, leaning down to kiss him again, gently holding Aaron’s face. Aaron smiled into the kiss, and Spencer gently moved his kisses down Aaron’s lips, cheeks, chin, down to his neck.

Aaron hummed deeply head tilting back a bit as Spencer loved against his skin.

“I want more than a mile,” Aaron whispered, and Spencer chuckled softly.

“I guess I can give you a bit more,” Spencer whispered, and Aaron chuckled warmly, leaning into Aaron more. Aaron groaned softly, leaning into Spencer back and raising his hands under Spencer’s shirt. Spencer hummed, smiling feeling the cool against his skin.

“Just a little bit?” Aaron whispered, squeezing his skin.

Spencer chuckled, stripping his shirt off and letting Aaron toss it into the void of their floor. Aaron’s lips kissed at Spencer’s neck next, and Spencer inhaled sharply.

Spencer chuckled, through a soft whine, “Just a bit.”