#what a flipping suprise

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Day 9 of @bweirdart 's inktober prompt list, 'future'.

[scrombit]

the eternal yapper is back at it

[monster-noises]

Man i fucking Wish i was Poly like I fucking Wish

I consider it, everytime i find someone on an App that I really like, and they inevitably turn out Poly, I consider it

I really turn the idea over in my head, consider the factors and if I think I could even just give it a Shot, and sometimes i get ooo so close to convincing myself i could do it

But it's just not my scene, i'm just not built for it. Or at least i'm not built for the kind of polyamory that most people are engaged in when I encounter them in Apps

And it just makes me want to keel over

[lagaans]

re my last tags girl i probably need to cut my hair further but i cant think abt it too much its like that tweet

[fluffywhompus]

D-16 they can literally never make me hate you

[chrispotatos]

Unfollowed- chris sturniolo

warnings: smut, p in v sex, idk what

summary: you saw chris' following and he makes you help unfollow them all since it bothers you so much.

a/n: i didn't proofread cause im too tired and i know im gonna regret it when i wake up.

a/n: this was inspired by one of @mattscoquette asks I'll tey and find it when i wake up but I'm literally about to crash out.

"im not playing around with you chris, so stop fucking smiling" you say through gritted teeth, pointing in his face.

You were currently yelling at chris about his insta following. You don't normally check his following because he has your trust and you didn't need too.

His fans were constantly messaging you about it so you checked and it was random only fan girls.

"Unfollow them!" you demanded, handing him his phone back. "why? you jealous" he let out a humorless laugh; infuriating you more.

"they don't mean anything to me" he added you felt as though he was lying straight through his teeth. If they didn't mean anything why couldn't he simply unfollow them "chris it was brought to my attention and it bothers me. unfollow. them"

"all of them" i added

"i don't know about you but this is really turning me on" he snorts grabbing your wrist and putting your hand on his crotch feeling his growing erection, not taking his eyes off you once; smirking. "chris.."

you were flattered while also shocked, for the most part. what you were saying probably wasn't even being heard and if so he liked it. The yelling and you trying to stand your ground and exert dominance, it was cute the affects you had on him showed profusely.

"go lay on the bed y/n" his stern tone made your pussy throb, you were now just as turned on as him.

chris got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed, where you were laying propped up on your elbows.

"you wanna demand thing, how bout you do me a favor and unfollow these girls for me, while i fuck you huh?" he told you, not asking nor suggesting.

He pulled your legs off the bed and flipped you onto your stomach, your ass sticking out against him. you let out a suprised gasp from the aggressive toss.

he threw his phone infront of you on his following list. "don't touch shit till i tell you to" you nod in response.

"oh c'mon baby, you were doing all that yelling, and don't have not one thing to say?" he teased. you shake your head making a chuckle leave his lips "alright then"

chris tugged your loosley fitted jeans off and threw them onto the ground leaving you in your panties. He unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and takes his aching dick out leaking with arousal.

he pulls your panties to the side to feel your soaked cunt, his semi cold fingers coming in contact with your core made you jolt. "Y/n" he warns.

your panties were pulled down and tossed to the side with some of your other article of clothing. you helped by also removing your shirt, but you gave up when you started struggling to take your bra off.

chris tugs your hair back and puts his hand under your mouth "spit" whatever you could form in your mouth you spit into his hand.

he strokes his length, with pre cum and your spit.

chris groans when sliding into your pussy this made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip letting out a muffled whimper.

"Start unfollowing. and say the name of the girls you unfollow too"

he ruts his hips into you, a loud moan following from the sudden movement followed by a low 'fuck'

your focus was on the phone but the sensation of pleasure was a distracting and manipulating your train of thought.

"I don't hear you" he reminds. His thrusts becoming more forceful and deep.

"paige- i unfollowed paige" you squealed screwing your eyes shut and opening them again to finish what was asked of you. "Im not letting you cum until you unfollowed every girl"

That made you fill with haste and begin looking at names quicker atleast you thought you were going quicker. "sid- sidney i unfollowed her" chris makes a makeshift ponytail and uses that as leverage to fuck into you harder.

his dick abusing your insides pumping in and out of your wet pussy. Wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room. chris brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it vigourisly with pressure, leaving your mouth agape, whimpers and high-pitched moans exited your mouth.

"chris- i can't finish reading the names" you admit. "then i guess I'll just have to stop" he begins slowing down his pace "no!" You protest against it picking the phone back up

"thats what i thought"

"mia.. im close" you said "my names not mia" he lets out a humorous chuckle, removing his hand from your hair and hold your hips pushing in and out.

You are reaching your climax and trying so hard not to realese.

his movements were at an ungodly pace making you drop his phone and forgetting why you were holding it in the first place.

with a few seconds passing his actions were getting more sloppy signifying he was getting close to his orgasm.

there was one more girl left then you were done it's not like he followed a whole bunch of them just about 10 max.

"madeline!" you yell out the last girls name, hitting the unfollow button then finishing around him laying limp against the bed. chris feels you up with his seed, your juices mixing; as he plunges his twitching cock in and out of you riding out both your orgasms, he winced pulling out. heavy breaths leaving from both of you. chris flops down beside you on the bed.

waiting a few minutes watching, as your chest rises and falls; catching your breath. "lets get cleaned up yeah?" he suggested.

[cherryredstars]

Hello cherry!!! Could you do a scenario where the reader is really hypersexual? But was too afraid to ask Miguel to do it multiple times a day and then one moment she can't take it anymore and begs for him to dick her down while Mig is just really suprised but also very happy and reassures her that he likes that she is so into him? Thank uuu in advance! 🩷

Pairing : Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Slight Oral Sex, Female Masturbation, Sexual Touching, Penetrative Sex, Slight!Mean Miguel

A/N: She’s a long one…

Unedited

He leaves your body with that satisfying hum.

Light sparks of aftershock run through your body, shaky legs threatening to close around his head as he laps the remaining release dripping from you. You sigh happily, fingers running appreciatively through his hair before he pulls away with a toe-curling suck at your clit.

“Thank you, Miggy.” You giggle, feeling that tension leave your body as it buzzes.

Miguel gives you his crooked smile, mouth still glistening with slick before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. “Anytime, cariño.”

You giggle as he flips you over, sliding up your discarded bottoms and patting your ass in his usual signal that you’re good to go. You smile at him over your shoulder, elated now that the consistent throbbing between your legs has ceased and you kiss him one more time in thanks.

You carry that happy, satisfied buzz for the next two to three hours. Humming to yourself as you go around the house doing your tasks without a single distraction while Miguel works in his little home office. Everything seemed to be going fine, tasks being completed without a single stumble. But you can feel that sharp dive approaching as the lingering effects of your last orgasm dies down. Then, you find yourself back in that disoriented, far-away state. Your eyes unfocused and staring down nothing as a discomfort settles between your thighs. Your clothes feel too tight on your body, and a rush of images of Miguel tearing them off rush into your head.

You feel guilty, sitting down and rubbing your thighs together in hopes of it going away. You don’t want to disturb Miguel again, and you bite your lip as you try to suppress an annoyed groan. You’ll have to take care of it yourself, then. Not like that ever works. No matter how long you press a vibrator to your twitchy clit or how many fingers you use to work your entrance, something is wrong. You’re too aware of the sheets sticking to your skin, or your fingers get too tired, or your orgasm just doesn’t build.

It leaves you more frustrated than anything, tears building in your lash line because it all just doesn’t work. You feel more uncomfortable than before, the stimulation at least providing something despite being unsatisfying. You don’t want to disturb him, but you don’t wanna be like this for the next few hours before Miguel decides he’s in need of a meal or a break. There is no guarantee that he’ll be done anytime soon or even have the energy to indulge you afterwords.

Absolutely defeated, you sniffle as you make the way into his office. You knock hesitantly before opening the door, calling out his name with a pout stuck on your face when he looks up at you and smiles softly. Your feet drag as you make your way to him, climbing into his lap once he makes room for you. He can feel your hot breath on his neck, and he wraps his arms around you as he strokes your hair.

“What’s wrong, huh?” Miguel murmurs, ignoring the way you slowly grind against him. He knows what you need, finding it amusing that you’re trying to sneakily work him into a state of excitement.

Instead of answering him, you whine into his neck. His chest vibrates under you as he chuckles, his hand wrapping around the nape of your neck and tugging you away so he can see your face. Your eyes are glossy, and he rubs at your lower eye a bit harshly to collect the build up of water at the corners.

“C’mon, princesa, use those big girl words.” He coos, thumb rubbing over your fluttering pulse. The look you give him is pitiful, and he smiles a bit wider.

“Need you.” You mumble begrudgingly, rolling your hips against his.

Miguel’s smile twitches, and he moves in one fluid movement as he lifts you up and makes room for you to lay on his desk. His hands dance around the waistband of your pants, his fingers running up and down the length of it teasingly.

“Such a needy girl, hm?” Miguel hums, slipping his hand up your shirt and caressing the smooth skin. You squirm under him, and his other hand squeezes your hip in a warning. “Stay still now.”

You try your best to relax into the hard wood of his desk, breath stuttering in your lungs as he drags your shirt up to reveal as much skin as possible without taking it off completely. You watch fascinated as his fingertips explore your smooth skin, eyes darkening the longer he looks down at you.

He makes slow work of removing your clothes, uncaring as he discards them to the floor and stuffs your panties in his pocket. You hold your breath as his fingers run over your thighs, slowly spreading them and revealing your glistening folds to him. He hums in appreciation, using both of his thumbs to further spread them apart to examine your irritated clit.

“Poor thing,” Miguel coos, running his finger through the slick coating your skin. “So worked up and for what?”

You whimper, stomach caving in on itself as he plays with your wetness. It clings to his fingers, little silky ribbons breaking as he moves along. He can feel your heat pulse under the pads of his fingers, and he meanly pinches your twitchy clit. He chuckles at the choked sound that fumbles from your lips.

“So needy…” He mumbles, giving your fluttering cunt a sharp slap. Your back arches, and Miguel grabs your ankles and pulls you flush against his hardened crotch.

You eye it hungrily, seeing the strain it puts in his pants. If you were to lift your hips the slightest bit, you can feel it poke at your folds. The idea makes you salivate, but not as much as watching Miguel fish his aching cock out of his pants. There is a thin shine of precum smeared over the tip, probably staining the inside of his pants. His cock slaps against your stomach as he lets it rest, the weight burning against your skin.

You can feel a small bead of precum dropping from his tip and onto you, mouth watering for a taste. However, his cock goes further away from you as it drags down your body as Miguel steps back. His head nudges your clit, kissing it. His hand wraps around him, thumb just under the swollen tip as he lightly teases your clit with small slaps. Arousal leaks from your hole, and Miguel is quick to smear it over him.

“Open nice and wide, hermosa,” Miguel whispers almost to himself, slowly pushing into your tight entrance.

He groans as your hole parts to swallow him, suctioning around his length. You keen under him, and he shushes you before he bottoms out. The crown of his dick presses into your cervix, massaging the opening with every twitch. The feeling of finally being filled after wanting it so desperately brings tears to your eyes, and you shut them to savor the feeling.

You’re pulled from your tranquil moment by a harsh thrust, jolting the desk and you. You gasp as you grab onto Miguel, nails digging into his forearms as he holds your legs around his waist. He does it once again, grinning at the way your mouth falls open as a tide of pleasure washes over your body.

“Gonna give you want you need, don’t worry.” He coos, his hips beginning to piston in and out of you at a steady pace.

A wobbly ‘okay’ and a barely recognizable head nod is all he gets from you, mind already foggy from the way he forces your walls to part over and over again as he feeds your cunt his cock. Your gooey walls spasm repeatedly around him, thanking him for each thrust. It makes him growl, seeing the pure, primal need your body has for him. He rewards you with fast, tight circles on your clit that cause your legs to lock around him and tiny cries to spill from your lips.

The burning build of a release bubbles in your stomach, and a series of whimpers and moans are your best bet at warning Miguel. He takes little notice, already aware by the way your cunt practically milks him in a plea to not pull out. With a few whiny breaths and sharp pinches to your clit, your body shakes as you come. Miguel coos gentle praises at you as he tries to get his own release out of you.

Your body buzzes so intensely as you climax, unsure if the overwhelming warmth in your body is because of satisfaction or the fresh load of fertile seed Miguel pumps into you. Either way, it leaves you melting into his desk as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. You lay there with your eyes closed, lazy smile on your face as content fills you. This was exactly what you needed, and you sigh happily as Miguel slowly massages your skin.

You open your eyes slightly, whining when he picks you up and takes you to straddle his lap as he sits in his chair. It jostles his softening cock inside of you, and you make a noise of discontent as you snuggle closer to him. His large hand holds you flush against him, rubbing over your heated skin slowly as he gets comfortable.

“Just sit still and relax, yeah? Got work to do still.” Miguel murmurs into your skin, littering light kisses to your shoulder and neck as you yawn. You tiredly nod, sinking into him.

You’re fine as long as the buzz remains.

[rogueddie]

A gay bar is the last place Steve ever thought he'd be, yet here he sits.

He keeps looking over to Robin- not too much, just enough to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's still having fun. Although, he's sure he doesn't need to be worrying.

The girl who'd caught Robins eye is small, feminine. She looks like a sweetheart and she keeps getting Robin flustered. They're cute together, clearly into eachother, and Steve couldn't be happier.

Even sat alone, feeling completely out of place and a little uncomfortable, seeing Robin able to flirt with someone so openly is… he just feels relieved.

He should have thought to bring her here sooner.

"Hey there." The man smiles when Steve flinches. It's a soft smile, kind. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, uh, I don't- I mean, uh-"

"Woah, don't panic. It's just a dance, right? You look uncomfortable is all and seeing you sat alone with your big fucking puppy dog eyes is just sad." He gently nudges Steves chin up when he tries to look down, feeling awkward. His finger lingers a little, brushing along his jaw. "You don't wanna have a fun night out? I won't be offended if you say no."

And, ok, Steve's a little tipsy. He's sure he'd never agree if he were sober- it wouldn't have felt fair. The guy is clearly attracted to him, not even trying to hide the way he's eyeing him.

But Steve's buzz is more annoying than pleasant and dancing does sound fun. So he agrees, accepts the hand offered and lets the guy pull him into the crowd.

The guy keeps his distance. Anytime the crowd jolts Steve toward him, he steps back the same amount, keeping a solid foot between them. But he's grinning, yelling jokes over the music, unabashedly dancing like an idiot.

It's great, it's fun. Steve can't stop grinning, stomach starting to ache with how much he's been laughing.

Eventually, a slower song comes on, stronger sexual undertones. The guy (Eddie, he'd leant in to tell Steve when asked, explaining that he knew Steve because they used to be in the same year as in Hawkins) shrugs, pulling an exaggerated face that screams 'what-can-you-do'. He's turning away.

But Steve grabs his wrist, Eddie looking back with raised eyebrows.

"This alright then, pretty boy?" He asks after stepping in close. His hands rest low on his hips.

Steve nods, flushing. He automatically puts his hands on his shoulders, letting Eddie lead him through a weirdly intimate sort of slow dance. And Steve is suprised to find himself… into it? He's not sure.

He feels less tipsy, so he can't blame the easy blushes or the way his stomach flips on the alcohol. There's no excuse for how he's started looking at Eddie either, paying a little too much attention to the way he moves, how his hands feel when they slowly start to wonder.

He gently brushes Eddies hair out the way without thinking, tucking it behind his ear so he can see the tattoo on his neck. Eddie tilts his head slightly, baring his neck a little more. When he glances up, Eddie is watching him, curiously.

"Hate to sound pressumptious," he drawls, taking a small step forward so their chests are pressed together, "but it feels like you're making moves on me, big boy."

"What if I am? What happens then?"

"Maybe I'd ask if you're sober enough to drive or if we need to call a cab." He leans back a little when Steve moves to kiss him. He hums, smirking. "Or maybe I'd ask for your number. I'm a classy lady, Harrington; what if I don't put out on the first date?"

"I've never said no to a challange."

Eddie barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle some of the people swaying beside them. "As if."

"What? You're like... pretty."

"Pretty," he repeats, rolling his eyes. "People know I'm a fag, Steve. Even being seen with me like we're 'just friends' would fucking ruin you."

"Your point?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna put money on that?"

Eddie eyes him for a second, his derision melting into curiosity. "You want to make a bet on whether you'll date me or not?"

"Why not? One of us wins money in a bet, we both score a date, and-"

"I thought you were straight."

"Yeah, me too. But I don't think straight guys think about you like I am, right now."

Eddie steps back, considering. It's a long, tense, moment before he finally sticks his hand out. Steve quickly shakes his hand, grinning.

"You've got yourself a deal."

[animeshotsh]

Thats MY kid | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader x "Uncle"Alastor |

Summary: Alastor wants to take you out for some time with him!

Warnings: SFW | Probably OOC | Uncle!Alastor | Slight!YandereAlastor | Cursing | Canon violence | Canon hell |

Alastor tried to convince himself he was doing this to piss Lucifer off. No, he did not have any type of attachment to you, he did not see you as his own kid (even if you totally ignored his half request to be called dad when not being around Lucifer). And no, he was not hurt by that.

Right?

Yeah well no. You had touched his heart somehow and now Alastor was down bad, he swears you must have some type of demonic magic (and not just you being you and being amazing) because no one (only his mother) made him feel so much love in his life or after life.

"Uncle?" Your voice called him making Alastor look at you with his signature simile. "Why was dad angry when you showed up?"

~☆~☆~☆~

Earlier that day.

"ABSOLUTLY NO. GET OUT FROM MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW" Lucifer screamed at the radio Demon who just stared back.

"My my, I never had you for the possesive type of dad, with how much freedom you have give Charlie"

"Dont bring my daugther into this" Lucifer said almost breaking a pen. "We both know you want to take (Y/N) out just to get to me. And im not letting you create fake hopes for that kid. That kid is mine Alastor, maybe not by blood but its mine. And I promised I would protect them, for anything and anyone. You can piss me off however you want but dont bring (Y/N) into this".

Well fuck, Lucifer did care for you.

Also, fuck you Lucifer. You did not know how he felt (hell, not even Alastor knew how he felt towards you). After meeting you at the hotel, seeing you interact with the others and also play with his shadows, something started to form inside the old killer. And it got worse when you ran to him asking him how the radio worked, his insides making flips as he explained you.

He also did almost break when you were saying goodbye and hugged his legs. If that was any other Demon they would have ended dead on the spot. But it was you, and it felt right.

"Listen" Alastor started smile still on his face but his tone serious "Im not that low to bring (Y/N) into our....fights. You May not believe me but I care for that kid, if I did not for sure I would not have give him one of my shadows to protect them"

"Wait-you did what-"

"The point is" Alastor interrumped static forming "I dont plan on giving they fake hope, and thats all I Will say"

Silence passed for seconds that felt like hours, finally Lucifer nodded.

"Alright, i will let you take them for today, BUT anything and I mean anything happens to them, you will no longer be here" Lucifer said his tone for once being truly the one from a king of hell.

Alastor just nodded, taking his cane being ready to be out with you for the day.

"Oh and Alastor, I dont trust you. But i want (Y/N) to get here what they missed in life, so dont fuck this up"

~☆~☆~☆~

"Nothing your silly head must worry about!" Alastor assured you. However your face did show you were not buying what he said.

"Smile my Dear!! You know you are never fully dressed without one!!" Alastor tried again, stopping to take your hand and make you spin. Your laught coming out quickly making him relax.

"There it is!" He exclaimed then continue to walk besides you. Right now you two were in the cannibals town. For other demons and sinners this part was even more dangerous than the regular hell. But for Alastor it was like his home, demos in here knew him and liked him, and that extended to you as well. A few had waved and smiled, fresh blood showing. But Alastor had made sure you did not see any dead body, or parts of one.

"Now I have a suprise for you!, I have a friend who owns a restaurant and she accepted to take us in"

"...as food or clients?" You asked joking making the radio Demon smirk, radio laughts in the background.

"Well, since she is my friend, we are clients of coruse" Alastor responded getting a nod from you. "Of course you wont be eating anything...special, regular food I promise"

~☆~☆~☆~

When you two entered the restaurant you found it to be empy....aside from some workers who came quickly to guide Alastor and you to a private room with a big table.

There, on one of the chairs a very pale Demon with deep black eyes stood. Noticing Alastor she got on her feet coming closer.

"Alastor, its so good to see you again" she beamed at the radio Demon stopping a few inches away.

"And who may this little creature be?"

Jokes, Rosie knew who you were. He had to listen to Alastor talk about how unfair it was that you had decided to call Lucifer dad and not him.

Being by Alastor side gave you confidence so you took some small steps closer to her.

"Im (Y/N), im Alastor newphew" You stated proudly making Rosie smile showing her sharp teet.

"Thats wonderfull, now please sit I have prepared the best for both of you" Rosie exclaimed calling over the workers who appear to help the three of you settle down.

"For you my friend, I got you the finist meat from this side of hell" A plate with fresh flesh was presented making Alastor almost growl at it. "And for you little one a bird told me you loved chocolate" a big space on the table was now occupied with the biggest and most extravagant chocolate cake you have ever seen.

"I-its that all for me?" You asked not believing it. Getting a nodd from Rosie "and I cant eat all of it?" Again a nodd.

You almost cried when the first slice was put in front of you. No one ever got you cake in the living world.

"Oh and to help you not chocke with that, Alastor I have some.." Rosie paused looking for the right words seeing how you were now devouring the cake "a very special drink" she finally said, a bottle with red liquid appear. And for you, I prepared a mix of appel juice and strawberry" she said getting the most pure look from you.

"Thank you Miss"

"Oh, just call me Rosie" she responded.

~☆~☆~☆~

Turns out you ate most of the cake and now the sugar had gave you too much energy. Rosie had asked her workers to play with you some game of tag, without biting.

And hell, you were fast. Outrunning the old demons and even letting chairs fall to prevent them from coming closer.

Rosie used this moment to dig as much information about you from Alastor as she could find.

"So, Lucifer just decided to take them in? What a strange guy" she said sipping her own drink. "And now you are taking care of them?"

Alastor nodded "yes, you must see Lucifer's face when I show up and (Y/N) calls me uncle, he its so angry"

"But you truly care for them" Rosie stated. "You would never have asked me to prepare something that does not come from sinners or demons knowing where you are. You also made me order the town to keep the body display low to protect them"

Rosie could read Alastor as an Open book.

"Uncleeeee" your call alerted the overlords, seeing you running towards them with the biggest smile on your face. "The other said they are too tired to keep running after me, does this mean I won?"

"Well centraly!! I knew no one would be able to catch you. You are my relative after all"

You nodded and smiled going back to your chair to drink more juice. "This is amazing. Thanks a lot Mi-Rosie!"

"Aww, arent you the cutest" Rosie beamed her hands squishing your cheecks.

~☆~☆~☆

After the food and some more talking Alastor decided it was time for you to go back with Lucifer (and no, it was not because he had got at least 666 messages from him).

Rosie had told you to come whenever you wanted that no one would hurt you in her town.

~☆~☆~☆

"I had a great time Uncle!" You told Alastor as the big castle started to show in the distance.

"Well im glad Dear! Dont forget to tune the radio for my program tonight" Alastor said petting your head.

"I wont! Dad hates it but I love it, specially that music you use...ummmm jazz?"

Alastor started to think that just kindapp you and made you his kid instead would be for the best.

"(y/n)!!" A very distinct voice screamed

"DAD!!"

But he would not want to hurt your feelings so, seeing you from time to time would have to do.

He waited for the exchange to end, Lucifer asking you what have you done and also making sure you were not hurt. After that he nodded to himself.

"Alright, now go inside, Xin has prepared you a bath"

You nodded but turned towards Alastor going for his legs again to hug him.

"Thank you uncle!! No one ever took me to a restaurant or got me cake. Lets meet again soon" you smiled up to him showing pointy teet.

Before he could respond you were running inside the castle with a very worried maid behind you.

~☆~☆~☆~

"Well..looks like you did not ruin this" Lucifer stated seeing you run off.

"I told you I would not" Alastor responded offended. "(Y/N) has potential to grow up to be a powerfull sinner (no you did not) of course im going to look over them"

Lucifer just shoot Alastor a knowing smile then turned around to enter his home.

"Thanks for not breaking his heart" he finally said then the doors closed behind him leaving Alastor alone.

Of course he could not bring himself to do that, even if he wanted to. You were his newphew. His. Not someone else.

And no one breaks the things he loves.

Not even himself.

[luveline]

oooh! just had an idea!!! bombshell reader x spencer where he comes over to her apartment one day on the weekend to suprise her with breakfast/flowers bc they just started dating. however, bombshell is in sweats/no makeup/messy hair when she answers but when she sees its spencer, she FLIPS out/slams the door bc she doesnt want him to see her in that state. spencer, however, is confused ofc because he genuinely doesnt notice her outfit/lack of makeup and thinks she is gorgeous no matter what.

hope this is ok ♡ fem, 1.1k

The song starts slow and ends slower. You could picture Spencer listening to it, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, wired earphones shared between you. 

You grab a pencil to jot a quick post-it note so you'll remember, one knee on your desk chair. You don't want to sit down with the shower running in case you get distracted by your new photo frame.

You and Spencer took a photo to commemorate finally getting together. Or rather, Hotch did, standing behind the camera with an impossible mixture of fondness and disapproval. You look like a true couple with matching graphic t-shirts and beaming smiles, Spencer's arm over your shoulders and yours behind his back. You can't see it without staring; you use all your strength to ignore the photo, pulling your post-it from its pad and tacking the yellow square to your vanity. Tell Spencer about love song from Ocean Boulavard. 

The door to your apartment rings with a knock. If you weren't distracted in your losing don't-think-about-Spencer battle, you'd recognise the timid pattern of it. 

You've been expecting a parcel all weekend. 

"Coming!" you call, tugging a sweater over your vest top, plaid pyjama pants dragging against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main living area. "Two seconds!" 

You give yourself a precursory glance in the mirror next to the door before you answer it. You'd never go out like this, but the delivery driver won't see you long. You're mostly clean and fully dressed, though your socks don't match. 

That's another thing to tell Spencer. He must be rubbing off on you. 

"Hello," you say cheerily, pulling the door open with a smile. 

"Hi," Spencer says, big brown eyes aglow at the sight of you, his hands full to bursting. There are enough things in his hands to hide his chest completely. 

You don't have a chance to decipher exactly what he's brought as you flinch behind the cover of the door, not cruel enough to close it in his face, but wanting to. "Spencer! What are you doing here?" 

"Well, you live here." 

His hand comes up tentatively near yours on the door. He doesn't push it further in or attempt to come inside. He might have, if you hadn't squeaked in warning, biting down on the soft inside of your cheek. 

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Everything is fine!" You squeeze your eyes closed, your pulse a hummingbird hammering between them. 

"Really?" Spencer asks, taking back his hand. "Can I–"

There's a shuffling sound like he might step forward, and that's the last straw, you're fully panicking as you slam it closed.

A too long silence. Your breath comes unnaturally quickly, your thoughts racing to match. I can't believe I just did that. Why did I do that? 

What do I do? 

"Spencer, I'm naked," you say. 

"You were definitely wearing clothes. What's wrong? I brought breakfast, I thought I'd surprise you. I texted you. When you didn't answer I figured maybe you were still sleeping after last night, but… now I'm thinking maybe I read that wrong."

"You didn't read it wrong! You can always come over!" you insist, looking around behind you as if you might suddenly find a full face of makeup hiding in your sideboard, or a fresh change of clothes hanging on the coat hooks. 

"Okay, so, can I come in?" 

You poke at the sore bit of skin in your cheek with a wince. "Spence, I'm not dressed. Like, I'm not ready. I look like a mess." 

"You looked beautiful. For the two seconds that I could see your face, at least." You breathe in uselessly. An answer doesn't present itself. Spencer offers some wisdom while you panic, but you aren't sure you want to hear it. "We're dating, right? So as much as you clearly don't want me to see you like this, it's gonna happen. Hopefully regularly?" He laughs lightly on the other side of the door. "Can I please come in?" 

Nerves gnaw at your fingers, uncomfortable pins and needles. "What if you don't like it as much?" you ask quietly. You're surprised he can hear you. 

"Do you trust me?"

What sort of question is that? This isn't about trust. This is about you, an image of yourself you hold and that you want others to share, it's why you dress as you do, why you wear your intricate hairstyles, and spend hours upon hours priming and primping.

You want to be pretty deeply, especially in Spencer's eyes. Do you trust him to find you pretty still, without all the extra effort? Pretty from the moment you wake up? 

You wait for the verdict as you open the door again. The handle clicks and lugs, the hinge whining as it swings inward. You step backward to allow him space, meeting Spencer's eyes with an insecurity that doesn't suit you.

He doesn't react at first. His hand tightens around the neck of a sprawling bouquet, wildflowers like a burst of colour against his chest, the long white body of a lily of the valley kissing the curve of his neck. He smells like powdered sugar donuts and the food truck they came from, the story of his obsession a remembered delight. I think of you every time I cross the square to the train station by my place. The warm vanilla smell reminds me of your perfume. But I'm usually already thinking of you. He's been bringing you donuts intermittently for months now. 

He finally smiles at you, all manner of morning warmth flooding the room with him. The sun at his heels, the silky brown colour of his hair, you look up as he steps close, as light silhouettes him, turns the silk to fluff. You can see every detail this close down to the baby flyaways, and he can see the same. 

"How could you think I wouldn't like this?" he asks. His words are hushed with earnestness but yards from hesitant. Spencer is unabashedly, genuinely enamoured with you. "You're so pretty. You always are." 

You beg him silently to hold your face, taking the flowers from his hand. He can read you from that small action alone, raising a deft hand to your cheek. 

You lean into his palm. 

[emotionaldamages]

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[artaxlivs]

Were they kidding with this bullshit? Like, seriously? So many gates opening up to different dimensions now that there were too many for Supergirl to close and this? This is what they got? Fuck this. Seriously.

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked like the total little dickhead he is.

"So what if I am? Aren't you? And the rest of your little friends?" Eddie sniped back at the rude little bastard but then, he blanched, "actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Why did this have to be happening when Eddie was on a perimeter check?

Mike rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how ridiculous Eddie was being, "Dumbass, we're children. Unicorns never go to innocent children in fairy tales. Because we're all innocent. They go to innocent adults. Virgins." He put far too much emphasis on the word because he is, as mentioned, a little dickhead.

"Listen, fuck you and the unicorn you rode in on. I'm not fucking innocent. I've done...things. Things I'm not gonna tell you about!" Eddie sputtered, crossing his arms and almost losing his precarious balance on the tree branch.

He needed to be careful because there was a unicorn circling underneath him. And not the beautiful, ethereal kind. It was beautiful, sure, but it had blood all over his muzzle and splattered across it's chest and on it's front hooves. Probably from the last virgin it had tracked down in god knows what dimension and trampled slash eaten to death. It's eyes were blazing red fire and it had fangs. Fangs. Fuck. That.

Eddie heard Steve sighing and then he flailed an arm from Eddie's tree branch to Robin and said, "It can't be trying to get you because you're a virgin, it's not going anywhere near Robin!"

The girl in question squeaked. Her ears and cheeks went bright red. All three of them turned to look at her.

"Wait, what? Was it you know who? From the...? You didn't tell me? When did you...?" Steve asked cryptically, shedding absolutely no light on who Buckley was knocking boots with.

"Yes after we met at the...place." Robin supplied lamely and then bared her teeth and said through them, "After. But before we went back in to fight Henry slash Vecna slash One." She shrugged and let out a hysterical sounding giggle. "It was...End of the World Sex. Just in case, you know?"

"Ohhhh I'm so proud of you!" And oddly, Steve really did sound proud. Which was weird. Eddie was pretty sure Robin was gay which meant the caginess was in reference to a girl but the fact that Steve was so supportive was a little suprising.

Without actively thinking about the repercussions, Eddie's mouth decided to test that theory, "Well damn, wish I'd have thought of that. Steve - want to deflower me so this unicorn leaves me alone?" The hysterical giggle Eddie let out rivaled Robin's.

Slowly Steve turned back to him but before he could reply, Mike scoffed, "You are his type. Skinny, big bushy hair, big eyes, you and Nancy both talk like everyone is just waiting to listen to you to speak." He rolled his eyes, "Annoying."

"Rude!" Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully, "You know what though? I'm fine with it. Nancy Wheeler is a badass and I want to be her when I grow up. Or when I get down from this tree." Eddie cringed, staring down as the unicorn stopped and looked up, one of it's flaming eyes bore into him. It neighed, shaking it's gorgeous mane but also splattering little droplets of blood everywhere.

Gross. So gross.

"Huh. Now that you mention it..." Robin stared up at Eddie thoughtfully, "I totally see it."

Steve just dragged his hand down his face and glared at the angry unicorn, "Okay, we need a real plan because Eddie isn't coordinated enough to have sex in a tree." He put his hands on his hips like a baseball mom wondering if she brought enough orange slices and Shastas for the whole team. "Do we know any other adult virgins to lure this one away?"

Mike snorted, "Those are probably more rare than the unicorn.'

Eddie flipped him off, "You're rolling at disadvantage on all charisma and persuasion checks for the rest of time."

"We'll have to find a new DM when the unicorn gores you anyway," Mike shrugged. "Whatever."

Then he wandered off. Just walked away, like Eddie wasn't two feet away from being mauled by a feral beast who's name was probably Glitter Sparkle or some shit. What a dickhead.

Looking away from the unicorn, Eddie watched Robin wave Steve over and whisper to him. They had a hushed conversation for several minutes while Eddie yelled things like, "Wanna share with the class?" and "Good friends don't make shitty plans in secret!" But they ignored him. Bastards.

Until Steve turned to the tree and asked, "By 'things' what do you mean?"

What?

"Harrington, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you've done 'things' but not had sex. What things?" Steve brushed a hand through his miraculously still perfect hair, and sighed, obviously frustrated, "We're trying to figure out what the unicorn considers virginity. Robin's never..." He petered off and glanced back at her and then over at Mike who was half way down the block with his radio out, sitting on a bench with his back to them, probably telling everyone that Eddie still had his V card. Traitor.

He was too far away for them to hear his conversation so he was probably too far for theirs.

Robin cleared her throat. "I've never had, you know, penetrative sex. Just...um...uh...third base!" She squeaked again and then covered her face with her hands.

"You're being extremely weird about sex talk while a blood covered unicorn is stalking me like a jungle cat!" Eddie informed her. "Oral. Just say oral sex, you weirdo!"

"Ok fine!" She shouted, "I've given and reciprocated oral sex! Jesus." Then she crossed her arms and grumbled under her breath, tapping one foot on the grass.

Eddie couldn't help it. He laughed with glee. "Was she cute?"

Robin sputtered, mouth dropping in shock.

What? Did she think she was a subtle lesbian? Because she wasn't. Not at all. Her high tops had boobs drawn on them like some twelve year old boy just hitting puberty. He rolled his eyes.

Steve looked up at Eddie then. His eyebrows were arched in that way they get when he's thinking up a plan. They're not always good plans but he carries them out and everyone usually lives so, Eddie could do worse. "Well - Big Boy?" Steve's lips twitched in a smile at using Eddie's nickname for him. "I'm guessing when you said you've done 'things,' you were lying?"

"Yeah, duh." Eddie retorted, snapping in his irritation and mounting fear. Mounting, ha. Like a horse and like sex. Mounting. He bit his lip to contain the very poorly timed giggle.

Robin rolled her eyes, grabbed Steve's arm and gave him a severe 'be careful' look and then hustled over to where Mike was sitting. When Steve tucked his bat into his backpack and started to creep around the tree, he realized she was giving them privacy. Holy shit.

The unicorn didn't even acknowledge Steve's presence as he skirted around it and climbed the tree, grunting and complaining under his breath how nobody better call him the Virginsitter because he swears to God. Then the rest of his grumbling got lost, buried under the sound of Eddie's heart pounding in his ears.

Holy shit.

And that's how Eddie lost his mythically constructed virginity in a tree to Steve Harrington who was apparently bisexual and very, very good at blowjobs.

Neither of them even noticed which way the unicorn went.

[wandascrush]

Please don’t say you love me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Summary: Your new girlfriend has such a nice home, with so many secrets

Warnings: lies, death, deception, kissing, crying

A/N: A reupload!

The soft scent of lavender and vanilla on Wandas skin was intoxicating. You lied on top of her, legs intertwined and breasts touching one another as you woke her up with kisses. She giggled and touched your hips gently, you felt her let out a happy sigh as she flipped you over and nuzzled her face into the side of your neck. Your chest felt endlessly warm as you started your day with laughter. It was the first night you spent with Wanda, sleeping over in her bed, both comfortably naked, waking up together. Since you two had started dating three months ago, it had always been at your place, not that you minded. 

Her hot breath fanned your ear, “I gotta get ready for work baby. Do you wanna stay here until I get back?” You heard the hesitation in her voice, “mhm m’kay sounds good bear.” 

 Two months earlier

“Wanda, baby, how much honey did you put in this oatmeal?”  you sat on her lap, trying not to wince at the sugary-ness of

“Hmph, only about 6 tablespoons for your bowl why?”

“6 TABLESPOONS? YOU BEAR,” your laugh echoed around the room. 

Her eyes were wide as she looked at you with faux suprise, “I love honey what can I say? I guess I am a bear,” she chuckled and rested her chin on your arm. 

 “It’s okay, you’re my bear.”

End of memory

She kissed the top of your head before you felt the side of the bed dip and heard her light footsteps to the bathroom. You adored her. A few hours later you woke up again with a rumble in your stomach asking for food. You stretched and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before  picking up your phone and reading a text from Wanda: 

I'll be home by 5, rest well sweetheart.

It was hard not to notice how meticulously clean Wanda's house was, couch pillows fluffed and in perfect corners, dishes and platters stacked in unison and color coordinated. Even her cereal boxes were stuck straight, organized from sweetest to least sweet. As new as her home was to you, something about it felt so familiar, so homely that you felt you'd lived here for years. The unfamiliarity of it all didn't scare you much, it excited you to build a new relationship from scratch. While you blindly rummaged through her cabinets looking for a morsel of food to eat, a voice boomed from above.

“Ms. L/N, may I assist you in finding a suitable meal for breakfast? I know cooking isn’t your strong suit.”

You spun around and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. No one was there.

“H-hello? Who-where are you?”

“Ah my apologies, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jarvis, an AI assigned to Ms. Maximoff by Mr. Stark. I help her with her domestic tasks and accompany any guests to make sure they are comfortable.”

You noticed whenever he spoke, the ceiling lights cast a light blue over the room. It was hard to get used to the fact that everything in Wandas home was high-tech, even her daily assistant. 

“Sure, thank you. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance Jarvis.” Without another word, the stove turned on by itself and the fridge opened up and pushed a carton of eggs into your hands. The fridge was practically telling you what to cook. You were awestruck.

A few hours later after watching a movie, doing some work, and even pestering Jarvis with question about himself, you got bored and decided to look around. You wandered through all the rooms, scanned through the books on the shelves, turning to go back to the couch when you accidentally knocked a vase off the tv stand. 

Instead of it breaking, it tilted on the edge of the mantle, resting like an open lid…huh. 

       Your eyes squinted closely when you noticed a small black button under the bottom of the vase. Press it or not, press it or not, you couldn’t decide. You didn’t want to break the trust between you and Wands, but she did tell you to make yourself at home. Then again, why would she have a hidden button…is there something she doesn’t want you to see?

“Press it,” Jarvis’ accented voice spoke above you.

“W-what?” 

“You should press it, Ms. L/N.” Huh. Your fingers tentatively reached for the black button. Click. The entire fireplace mantle and TV shifted, making screeching and mulling noises, until it disappeared into an open space in the side of the house. What was left behind the missing wall piece was a dark hallway, with one left corner turn.

Meanwhile, Wanda was busy at the Avengers compound, working on controlling her emotions with Bruce. He was more gentle with her than any scientist she’d ever met, she began to trust him.

“What’re you feeling now, when I show you these images?”

Her voice came out shaky, angry. “Take them away Bruce.” His eyes trailed down to Wanda’s glowing finger tips. “Control them Wanda, you can do this.” She took a deep breath and tried again, “I think we’re done for today.” After grabbing her bag and packing her files, she was on her way home to you, finally.

You gingerly walked through the hall, phone flashlight in hand as you turned the short corner. You felt a little silly expecting a big surprise or some crazy object, but all there was was a single locked door at the end of the turn, no handle.  It was steel white, glossy and smooth, with nothing to pry it open. It looked like someone painted it on or magically built it into the wall. Your stomach felt nervous all of a sudden and your heartbeat a little faster against your chest. “Jarvis, is there a key for this?” 

“It’s DNA activated Miss.” You were a mix of sad that you wouldn’t be able to open it, and relieved that you didn’t have to either. Before turning away you gave the door one last one over, tracing its cold white steel. And just like that, click, the door slid open. Holy. Shit.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of traffic,” Wanda tried calling you multiple times, but you didn’t answer. Maybe your phone was off. Either way it made her nervous, sickly nervous, for you to be alone exploring the house for too long. She couldn’t wait to put her bag down and fall asleep listening to your heartbeat again. But for now, she was stuck in a line of traffic longer than the line at the DMV.

It took a minute for your eyes to even process what they were seeing. You were staring at a ginormous, white warehouse looking room with lab tables and high tech screens. The ceiling had no less than 10 rows with slim, sleek cases, each holding what looked like a person. They all looked like life size dolls and as you stepped forward, legs heavier than titanium, you came to the haunting realization that they were all…you. Your eyes, your hair, your lips, even down to your birthmarks on every. single. body. They were displayed like mannequins. You were displayed like a mannequin.

Your chest burned, you were, you were, well you didn’t even know what you were to be honest. Your eyes were blurry and your face was hot, before you knew it you were on the floor. You could feel the coldness of the tile, the glow of the blue light above you. 

“Now you know, the truth. I’ve always tried to get you to come down here, but I never got the chance until now.” 

A car door slammed from outside. The sound of heels click clacking on the ground got closer.

“Jarvis,” your voice sounded like someone else’s, you couldn’t even feel the movements of your mouth, “what do you mean always?”

“Y/N? Baby I’m home!” she was still downstairs, her voice echoed off the high ceilings. What would happen when she found you? When she knew what Jarvis did? Her voice got closer, and closer, and closer.

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

“What?” What’s he thanking you for?

“You treated me like a friend, not just a robot. I thought I should return the-”

His voice cut out and the soft blue light in the ceiling stopped. Your girlfriend stood right behind you, a power box in her hand. Bye bye Jarvis. Wanda couldn’t stop thinking about the look on your face, the way she had never seen such a look on another human ever before.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” immediately she went to the floor and tried to hold your hands, console you. You practically flew back at her touch, instantly feeling rage and fear inside you at once. Those weren’t a good combination. 

“What is this, what is all of this! I need to know now Wanda, before I do something I’ll regret,” you held one of her work screwdrivers out toward her. Both of you knew you didn’t have the strength to hurt anyone right now, and that made you weak.

“Just listen, just listen,” she took a tentative step toward you, like caging in a wild animal. “This is crazy, I know”

“Yeah no fucking shit!  Who are these people, why-why do they all look like me. Explain.” Your mind started spinning out of control.

“Because they are you.”

“LIAR” You pushed her up against the wall, screwdriver against her neck. Air was hard to breathe, you were panting like a labored dog. And then you saw it. The pain in Wanda’s eyes, in her heart.

“I’m not lying. Th-these are all clones of you. Tony helped me design them if I swore to only use one, to help the kids mourn you but, I- I couldn’t stop.” Kids, you had kids? She was sobbing, shaking silently. So were you. 

“I just kept losing you, and whenever I traveled to another time, you were gone again. I lost you in every universe. I had to find a way to make you stay.”

It’s like your identity fell through the floor, your world burned up into flames, you weren’t even you anymore. You were some fucking lab experiment. The screwdriver fell to the floor with you, and in an instant your face was in Wandas warm, soft hands. The hands of a liar. The hands of the woman you thought loved. Your worst nightmare and your daydream.

If your body had a mind of its own, it was trying to get you killed. Without thinking your hand met her cheek, slapping harder than you’d ever hit anyone, or anything, before. Shit.

“You ungrateful bitch. Do you know what I’ve done for you?” She pushed you onto your back, your head hit the marble floor with a smack. “How I had to make you fall in love with me over and over. How I had to watch you die in every universe?,” you couldn’t tell who’s tears were who’s on your cheek, hers and yours mixed together.

“Baby,” she lied her soft brown hair on your chest. You didn’t move.

“What number am I, Wanda? How many more….of me died.”

“I did this all because I-”

”Please don’t say you love me.”

“11. You’re version 11.”

There had been 11 more before you, 11 more that had had the same life, same face, same family, same personality. If you cut yourself would you even bleed? But what you didn’t know was that Wanda had been responsible for 6 of your deaths. She never forgave herself. 

Tenderly, her hands held the back of your hand as she pressed her lips to yours. You closed your eyes for a second.

The last thing you heard was Wandas voice breaking,

“Version 11, shut down.”

[bookwormjust]

Suprising Theodore Nott (your boyfriend) with your skill in his native language, Italian

It's a quiet afternoon in the Slytherin common room, sunlight streaming through the tall, narrow windows. Theodore is sitting beside you on the green velvet couch, one hand idly tracing patterns on your leg while the other flips through a book. The room is calm, a few of his friends lounging around nearby, but none of them are really paying attention to you two. Draco is reading the Daily Prophet, Mattheo is deep in conversation with Lorenzo about something that sounds like mischief.

You glance up at Theodore, his sharp features softened by the warm light, and a small smile tugs at your lips. You've been practicing for this moment all week, and now feels like the perfect time.

With a deep breath, you lean toward him, your voice gentle as you ask, “Theo... che cosa stai leggendo?” (Theo, what are you reading?)

He freezes for a second, surprised, before his eyes widen slightly in delight. His gaze shifts from the book to you, a proud smirk appearing on his lips. “Che cosa ho sentito?” he murmurs, a teasing note in his voice. (What did I just hear?)

You feel a little shy under his intense gaze, but you press on. “Ho detto... che cosa stai leggendo?” you repeat, your accent not perfect, but you manage well enough. (I said... what are you reading?)

He laughs softly, the sound low and warm, before leaning in a little closer to you. “Sto leggendo un vecchio libro sulla magia antica.” (I’m reading an old book on ancient magic.) His fingers continue their lazy movements on your leg, but now there's a glint of pride in his eyes. “Sei stata fantastica, amore,” he adds quietly, his voice full of admiration. (You were amazing, love.)

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed but mostly pleased that he noticed how hard you’ve been trying. You glance around quickly—none of his friends seem to be paying attention, too absorbed in their own conversations. You lean into him, whispering, “Volevo sorprenderti.” (I wanted to surprise you.)

Theodore chuckles, his hand slipping up to cup your cheek. “E ci sei riuscita,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your skin. (And you succeeded.)

Feeling more confident now, you decide to keep going, asking, “Ti piace che sto imparando?” (Do you like that I’m learning?)

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “Mi rende così orgoglioso di te,” he says softly, his voice thick with affection. (It makes me so proud of you.) He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds, “Non c'è nessuno che preferirei insegnare.” (There’s no one I’d rather teach.)

Your heart flutters at his words, the warmth in his voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling content and proud of yourself. “Grazie, Theo,” you say quietly. (Thank you, Theo.)

He smiles down at you, his fingers now threading gently through your curls. “Prego, amore mio,” he replies, his voice soft and full of love. (You’re welcome, my love.)

For a moment, it’s just the two of you, your little bubble of Italian secret conversations and soft touches. None of his friends can understand what you’re saying, and that only makes it more special. Theodore’s gaze stays fixed on you, pride and admiration clear in his eyes. He tilts your chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before murmuring, “Sei perfetta.” (You’re perfect.)

You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sound of his praise. “Solo perché ho un bravo insegnante,” you tease, your voice playful. (Only because I have a good teacher.)

He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. “Allora dobbiamo continuare le lezioni,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple. (Then we must continue the lessons.)

You laugh softly, nodding as you settle into his arms. “Sì, voglio imparare di più,” you whisper back. (Yes, I want to learn more.)

He grins, clearly pleased, and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Bene,” he whispers. (Good.) And as the day stretches on, you stay wrapped up in each other, speaking softly in a language that only the two of you can share.

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Tobi is not here anymore

Pairing: Tobi/Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut with feelings, Teasing, Cockwarming, Oral, Sub/Dom, Wet and Messy, Bondage, multiple orgasm, youre very bendy, friends to Lovers, unprotected sex. Summary: How much do you have to tease Tobi before Obito comes out to play, or fuck you dumb on his cock? A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

Tobi was sitting on the couch when you walked into the room, you closed the door and locked it as you had a smug look on your face. "Y/n-senpai! what are you up to?" he sang "want to try to scare Deidara again?" you chuckled as you shaked your head. "You know, I'm more in the mood to something else, I mean you should now" you smirked as you walked over to him. He smirked behind the mask as he thought to himself finally he sent you begging for his dick, he loved teasing you and it had become this twisted fun game of his.

He knew you wanted him bad, you weren't exactly good at hiding it as you thought you were. "Why don't you open up your coat" you said as you opened yours and revealed black pants and a tight black sweater hugging your breast. He bit his lip behind the mask as he saw your curves, your breasts and everything he had been dreaming of.

"y/n-senpai, youre being naughty~" you smiled at his answer as you dropped your coat to the floor "I know you saw me just a couple of minutes ago" you said, and he crossed his arms and his head leaned to the side "what did y/n-senpai see?" he asked you suprised and giggled behind his hand "pleasuring myself" you said and he dropped his hand as you leaned over to him and grabbed his coat with one hand "I didn't get to finish and it's your fault for teasing me so fucking bad, so I can't help but wanting to return the favor" you grabbed the zipper to open his coat when he instantly grabbed your hand and stopped you.

You couldn't see the smirk behind his mask or the hard dick he was hiding, throbbing and begging for your mouth. "Are you gonna be a good boy and behave?" you purred. He couldn't help himself, the image of you touching yourself was burned into his brain, going on replay. He was actually about to jerk off thinking about you before you came in here. You could hear him swallow as his chest began to heave "maybe~" he teased.

He had been teasing you for days now, you were sexually frustrated to say the least and then you caught him peeking when you tried to relief yourself. Your legs were spread and you were moaning his name as he was sitting outside the window behind a tree peeking, he caught you off guard so you had to stop. He disappeared and you got pissed to say the least. And here you are now, infront of him and it felt like he's still trying to mess with your head.

You smirked "Now it's my turn to tease you" you said as you tried to open up his coat "let go of my hand" you said calmly "now" you spat, warning him. "ok~" he said chipper. You smirked as he let go of your hand and you opened his coat. Your mouth fell open as you saw what he was hiding underneath, litterally leaving nothing to your imagination.

His pants was hugging his large fat dick. He smiled behind the mask as he was loving every moment of seeing your reactions. You let out a silent moan as you licked your dry lips.

He silently cursed as he wanted to taste your lips so bad, he wanted to taste your toungue and his dick was throbbing for attention.

"Damn tobi" you smirked as you leaned back and took off your pants, reavling your bare clit. He melted at the sight of your clit and instantly he lifted his hips as he flipped out his cock, making sure to hide his scars. "Good boy" you smiled as you sat down to your knees.

He stared at you mouth as you slowly looked up at him, leaned forward and stuck out your tounge and tasted his sweet precum while keeping eyecontact. He loved that you were circling your toungue around his tip while keeping eyecontact. You felt his precum was like a candy you couldn't get enough off, It tastes so sweet.

You eagerly licked up every drop like it was worth millions and He leaned his head back into the couch. You inhaled his length like you were starving, humming as you made his dick wet from your drool.

He hummed at your mouth hugging his dick, bobbing your head. He melted as he enjoyed the sight of you finally sucking his dick. You pushed your mouth deeper until you felt his balls under your chin "This is teasing?" he struggled badly to say, sending sparks throughout your body. You took his throbbing cock out of your mouth. He looked down at you closely, curious about what you had planned next.

"no" you said and straddled him. You grabbed both his hands and tied them up behind his head fast. "I'm just getting started" you placed his dick into your folds. The instant touch sent him flying, he stared at your lips as he tried not to even breathe funny. He let out a sigh as your clit felt too good.

You moved his dick twoards your entrance as he tried to push up his hips. You held his cock tight "I'm in charge" you said as he tried his hardest not to make a sound "I decide when you can fuck me" you smirked "So be a good boy and listen to me" he chuckled in a low deep voice which sent a surge deep inside you.

You noticed something in him change for a moment, but he went back instantly back to Tobi, "I like your sweet pussy" he said cheerfully as Tobi. You wanted him badly but also you wanted him to open up to you. You smirked as you thought you just have to tease him enough to talk in his real voice, you just wanted to fuck him raw and real, and if he was hiding something youre just gonna have to tease it out of him.

You placed his cock back to your entrance and slowly sat down on his cock, trying to adjust to his length. He couldn’t help but to let out silent deep groans through his mask which made you even more motivated on teasing him.

You moaned as you slowly felt his dick fill you up "Fuck youre big" you huffed as you leaned flushed into his chest as you kissed his neck. His dick was leaving no room to spare at all, hugging your tight walls perfectly. "you wanna know what I was thinking about?" you began as you grabbed his hands and pushed them towards the wall.

He loved seeing you take control like this, letting you think you have the upper hand was so amusing to him.

"Before you rudely interrupted me, instead of joining me" you said and tightened your core as he felt his dick being squeezed inside you, causing him to try his best to not let out any more deep groans but he couldn't help himself as he let out a deep moan.

He knew you had already noticed something was up, your tight walls were making it pretty hard for him to keep up. And the fact you weren't moving were just driving him more horny for you.

"I thought about your hands all over my body" you let your free hand wander, touching his muscles "I thought about riding you like this" you moaned as you moved your hips slowly thrusting him once. He couldn't help himself as he let out a deep groan.

You pinned his hands hard to the wall, he chuckled in a deep voice and let out a groan, which sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes hard shut as you wanted to touch your clit so bad, but you knew if you did you would climax way too soon. "I thought about your dick deep inside me like this" you whispered into his ear.

His precum and your wet clit was already soaking up his pants. You thrusted slowly up and then down as you grinded onto his pelvis and you could hear the wet noises, which was driving him insane. You stopped thrusting, He leaned his head back and let out a deep moan.

His entire chakra changed yet again, like an off switch you were teasing, on and off. His dark voice ecchoed inside your head. You wanted more, the thought of hearing his dark voice would burn into your memory forever, you knew you would be touching yourself while hearing his deep moans on replay inside your head. But it wasn't enough, You wanted more. No, you craved more.

You tightned your core and thrusted slowly up and then you thrusted hard down once more before you stopped. At this point he didn't care anymore, he switched off Tobi. You couldn't see his face, but it didnt matter. He wasn't Tobi anymore, He was definitely gone.

"Do you know how much I wanna fuck you right now?" he said with his normal voice, You moaned at his words and slowly began to thrust down before you managed to stop and tired your best to not thrust onto him again as you tried to breathe calmly.

He wanted to rip up the knot and just grab your ass and fuck you until you got speechless: litterally dumb on his fat cock. His dick was throbbing and begging for more speed, you were going too fucking slow and were definitely teasing him real bad.

"Your voice is so fucking sexy" you leaned twoards his clothed neck and kissed him onto his neck, you leaned up "I wonder how good your lips taste" you hummed into his ear.

He cursed under his breath as he smirked, he wanted to fuck you right the fuck now and he wanted to taste your sweet lips, he wanted you to moan into his mouth so he could taste your moans.

"You know at some point" he said with his delicious deep voice "I'm going to rip up this knot and fuck you stupid, right?" you couldn't help yourself as his voice was such a turn on as you automatically began to thrusted onto his dick "yeah?" you moaned "I'm not repeating myself and I'm not your fucktoy" you huffed as you began to thrust faster, feeling more turned on more and more the more he talked. he began to huff as he smirked behind his mask "If anything, youre fucking mine." you started to loose it as you thrusted down hard, shaking your ass down onto his cock.

He could see your breast jumping up and down with each thrust "you want me to fuck you real good and fast?" he cooes "show you how to properly fuck someone?" he hissed, you were struggling and could feel your control over him slip away "tobi" you moaned as you felt you were close "Fuck me" you moaned.

He looked behind him and saw it was dark outside "enough" he said seriously and ripped open the knot "it's your turn being tied up" he smirked and grabbed both of your hands and tied them behind your back before you could say or do anything "you're my fucktoy"

He grabbed a glass that was standing in the window and threw it across the room turning off the lights. "Fuck Tobi" you winced. It felt like he had you wrapped around his finger. He took off his coat, and his tight sweatshirt and then he took off his mask. You couldn't see his face but you were too fucked out to care anyway.

He finally crashed his lips into yours, he was hungry and starving as he could taste your sweet tounge. You melted into his kisses as you couldn't help but to want more- He moaned as he grabbed your waist and pulled you flushed into him, then he gripped your waist and thrusted you down onto his cock. You moaned into his lips as his hips were clapping hard up into you.

Your moans and your rough make out session sent you over the edge, you felt a surge throughout your body as your breath became short but deep, rapidly. "Cum on my dick, let me taste your moans" he hummed "yes, just like that" he cooes as you climaxed "good girl" he cooes as he smirked and spanked your ass hard.

You ripped open your hands and wrapped your hands around his neck as you let your fingers grip tightly onto his hair, leaning his head into the couch. "mfh" he moaned as you continued to make out with him. You stood still as he wrapped his hands around your waist hard, while making out with him as he continued to slam up into you while moaning into your lips as he climaxed deep inside you.

He panted as he smirked at you, you could see the moonlight hitting his smirk. He noticed this and looked into your eyes unsure of how you would react.

You couldn't care less as you leaned down and kissed him. He hummed as your sweet kisses and it began to grow into another makeout session, he moaned as his hips began to thrust slowly into you once more.

His cum was dripping out of you as he thrusted up into you. You leaned back and threw off your top, he groaned as he leaned forward and kissed your nipple, sucked it and moved over to the other one.

He licked and sucked as he grabbed the other one with one hand as he thrusted into you. You cupped his face and kissed him as you both went eagerly back to making out. The wet noises coming from where you both are connected sent you over the edge as you moaned "Fuck me harder" you huffed "please."

He lifted you up, holding your thighs and laid you down onto the bed nearby. He threw off the rest of his clothes as he crawled over you. He slipped His hard cock into you and rolled his hips as he kissed your neck, "please, fuck-" before you could finish your sentence his hips snapped and he thrusted slammed hard into you.

He let out moans and groans as he fucked you so hard you felt unable to form sentence, "fuck babe~" he moaned which sent you over to the edge as you climaxed once more, your sweet release was like an addiction to him, he couldn't get enough.

He slowed down "you're done allready?" you teased, He chuckled and put your legs up on his shoulders as he slipped his hard cock inside you and he leaned forward pinning you down and kissed you "I'm not nearly done" he hummed in his deep voice, his cock pushed deep inside you as his pelvis was now grinding onto your pelvis.

He let out a groan as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them deeper down until your knees hit the matress. He began to thrust hard into you with no warning, clapping his hips hard into you, You grabbed his muscled arms as you felt you were close "I~" you managed to say before you climaxed.

He groaned as he slowed down and pushed his dick deeper. You gasped silently as he thrusted his dick hard into you. The clapping sounds turned faster, his balls were now spanking you. He moaned as the wet sounds, his hips clapping into you and rough needy kisses sent him over the edge as he climaxed for the second time into you.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you while huffing "Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?" you asked him as you were holding onto your pussy for not spilling any more than you already have.

He raised out of the bed, walked around and grabbed you in bridal style as he walked twoards a door. It was dark, so you couldn't quite see him but then he opened a door, the bathroom was still lit.

He let you down and you didn't turn to look at him. You instantly turned the light off as the moonlight was hitting the floor. you could sense he was standing right behind you. You walked over to the shower and turned it on "join me?" you said in a calm tone.

You could feel your heart beat as he walked across the moonlight twoards you. Your eyes were locked as he stood there in the moonlight for a moment, you let out your hand and waved him over "come here already" you said and he walked over to you, you cupped his face and stood under the warm water hitting your body as you kissed him deeply.

"why" he asked in his deep voice "I don't care, I like you" you said honestly and looked up at him. He looked down into your eyes seriously as he leaned down and wrapped you into his arms and kissed you while sighing happily.

[callme-holly]

please…. the gang w a soc!gf who’s like karen smith (mean girls) ?? emphasis on the stupid part as well thank yewww

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧 : this is a little all over the place, so sorry <33

Darry Curtis - 

You are the last person anyone would expect Darry to end up with: ditzy, a little clueless, and not to mention a soc. But at the same time, nobody was really surprised. You two kind of just clicked, and he’s so incredibly patient with you. It’s a nice balance; Darry is hardworking, strict, and you’re more relaxed and generous. His brothers love you, even if they do think you’re a little dumb somtimes, but Darry finds it incredibly refreshing to have someone so layed back and cheerful around after a stressful work day. 

Sodapop Curtis - 

Soda doesn’t care that you’re more or less a little stupid. He dropped out of school, so who is he to judge. Sometimes it’s nice to be around someone who’s expectations aren’t so demanding and who isn’t as clever as Darry and Pony. He loves how sweet you are, how easy-going you are, and the two of you are probably the most lovesick couple in Tulsa. It drives the gang crazy. 

Ponyboy Curtis - 

Nobody was suprised when Pony came home saying his girlfriend was a soc. They were surprised, however, when they met you and saw that you were pretty clueless and a little dumb. It’s no secret Pony is one of the smartest kids in his year, so for him to be dating you? Yeah, forgive them for being a little speechless. Nobody says anything though; they can see how happy you both are together. Besides, you’re sweet and funny enough. 

Johnny Cade - 

Johnny absolutely adores you, no matter how smart you are. He knows you’re not the sharpest tool, but he deosn’t mind and he has the patience of a saint. You’re sweet, and gentle, which is just what he needs when he’s away from his family and chaos of the gang. Even if you are a little naive, he has no problem explaining things to you, laughing softly when you finally catch on with a gentle “oohh” 

Dallas Winston - 

It was a major surprise when Dally settled with you: a soc, and a pretty dumb one at that. He isn’t too bothered by your ditziness, but he will tease you for it, and he will make jokes. But if anyone else even dares comment on how clueless or stupid you are, he will beat the tar outta them; nobody makes fun of his girl but him. He isn’t the most patient, and he can get a little snappy if you’re slow to understand something, but it won’t take long for him to cool down when he knows you can’t help it. 

Steve Randle - 

Steve never expected to fall for someone like you, but you completely won him over with your bubbly personality and sweetness. Sure, there are some moments when he’s talking to you about cars and you just give him the blankest stare ever, but he can’t ever seem to be annoyed with you. He’ll tease you a lot, but the gang can all see how much he loves you from the way he rambles about how “cute and clueless” you are. 

Two-Bit Mathews - 

Two thrives on your ditzy personality. To him, you’re the funniest, most entertaining person he’s ever met. He’s always teasing you, but it’s never in a mean way – they’re more playful quips that have you giggling even if you don’t fully understand them. He’ll call you little names in the most affectionate way possible, but the second someone else tries to make a joke at your expense, he flips the switch from easy-going to protective. He loves your sweet and carefree attitude, and thinks you’re such a breath of fresh air.