#which was means-tested and as far as I understand if you couldn't get that you got what now equates to a maintenance loan

[axe8472]

nothing radicalises a UK university student like reading about the history of tuition + maintenance grants/loans

[powderpinkprincess]

Arrested I. [Lando Norris x reader] 16+

Just testing the waters here, trying to find out how far the madness can go. description: You get arrested and Lando bails you out. warnings: I’m relatively sure the legal system doesn’t work this way, but I was never arrested before. Also, some bad words. Lando is a little angry.

Lando huffed as he opened his mailbox. So many unread emails again. He’d been procrastinating reading them for a while now until his manager sent him a rather angry warning. Usually, his manager took care of his emails, but some of them Lando had to answer.

His phone rang on the kitchen table, and he glanced at the screen. Then he frowned. It was a number not saved, which wasn’t anything unnatural, but this one was his private phone. This number only a handful of people knew, and he had each one of them saved. He contemplated for a moment whether he should pick it up or not, but then his gut instinct won, and he swiped the green button.

 “Hey,” he greeted quickly, not really knowing what to say. He didn’t want to tell his name in case it was someone he didn’t know, and he didn’t even like making phone calls either.

“It’s Officer David Martin calling from the Monaco Police Department. Am I speaking with Lando Norris?” A male voice asked.

Lando’s eyes widened, and the words were caught in his throat for a moment. The police? His thoughts immediately rushed from you being injured to this being a prank call.

 “Sir, are you there?” The officer spoke after he didn’t get a response, and Lando realized he had forgotten to answer.

 “Yeah, it’s me, I’m here.” He pushed away his laptop and leaned his elbows on the table.

 “Your partner is under arrest for damage to property of high value. If I understood correctly, you are Y/N Y/L/N’s closest family here?” The officer continued.

Lando fell silent again.

 “Sir?”

 “I’m sorry but what? What do you mean? What property?” He frowned as he was trying to put the pieces together. There must have been a mistake.

 “She damaged someone’s car, and the owner reported her,” the officer sighed, sounding as if he had this conversation too many times in his career.

 “Jesus Christ,” Lando muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is the owner pressing charges?”

 “He already did,” the officer answered.

Lando sighed. He was frustrated and just... Confused? He was confused and he still couldn't quite understand what could have been going on in your head. He knew you had a short temper, but usually just stuck to him and friends, so why on earth were you damaging someone's car?

 “Did she tell you why?” He asked, not knowing better.

 “No, she didn’t. I’m not here to chat with her.” The officer sounded a little pissed now.

 “Okay, okay,” Lando said, running a hand through his hair, trying to remain calm. “What’s gonna happen now? I mean, do I have to pick her up or something? Or is she staying overnight?”

 “She'll have to pay for the damage and we're estimating a year behind bars for her,” the officer answered.

 “Jesus...” Lando's heart dropped. “A year?!”

He swallowed hard, rubbing his face with one hand, trying to wrap his head around what he had just been told. He never thought he would have to deal with his girlfriend being arrested.

 “Yes, a year.”

Lando couldn't help but chuckle hopelessly. “A year... For how much damage? Like, how can you go to jail for a year for damaging a car?” He was baffled. Surely, you couldn't stay in jail for a whole ass year?

 “Four hundred thousand Euros, sir.”

For a second Lando thought he misheard him. “Four hundred...” He trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows. “Four hundred thousand Euros? What does this guy own? A goddamn Bugatti?”

 “A Rolls-Royce.”

Lando's eyebrows raised once more. “And the car is worth four hundred thousand?” He asked in disbelief. “Was it brand new or- Vintage or something?”

 “Sir, are you a mechanic planning to repair it, or why are you so interested in the details right now?” The officer was obviously not in a patient mood today, but Lando couldn’t care less. His girlfriend was fucking arrested.

 “No, I just-“ He wanted to retort something smart, but then he changed his mind. This whole situation was absolutely ridiculous. A year in jail and four hundred thousand Euros damage for a goddamn car? That seemed ridiculous, but what did Lando know? “Nevermind, sorry.”

 “Sir, she didn’t just accidentally break it. She did it on purpose and the damage is huge,” the officer sighed.

 “I get it, I get it,” Lando said, feeling a headache coming in. The thought that you purposefully destroyed someone's car for reasons he didn't know still baffled him, but he figured a year in jail and four hundred thousand in damages meant you were probably mad at something? It took a lot for you to get so worked up.

 “Will she be released on bail?” Lando inquired after another deep sigh, trying to calm himself down and think.

The officer was quiet for a minute. “Four hundred thousand Euros is just the damage itself. Where would she have all the money for the bail besides that?”

 “I'll pay for it,” Lando said without thinking. The money was nothing to him, he could afford it, and there was no way he was leaving you in jail.

 “You would?” The officer sounded dumbfounded.

 “Yes, of course,” Lando said, already mentally calculating what it'd cost. It was a high price, but if it meant that you would be out of jail without having to spend a year in prison, he was more than happy to pay. “When can I talk to her?”

The officer sighed. “Can you be here in 30 minutes?”

 “Yes, I will be there in 15,” Lando said, immediately standing up from the table. The stupid emails could wait.

 “Great. See you around.”

 “See you,” Lando said shortly and hung up, stuffing his phone into his pocket. His hands were trembling slightly. A year behind bars and four hundred thousand in damages... A part of him was still trying to wrap his head around it.

It was a 15 minutes’ drive to the police station but with the number of red lights and speed cams in the area, it took Lando a bit longer. He got out of the car and hurried into the building, heading straight for the reception.

 “Hey, I'm Lando Norris,” he told the officer sitting behind the counter, slightly out of breath. “I'm here for my girlfriend?” He didn't know when the sentence would ever sound normal.

The officer checked the computer system with a few taps on the keyboard. “Ah, yeah,” she said and stood up. “Follow me.”

Lando did so and suddenly got nervous about the whole situation. Just forty minutes ago, he was sitting in his kitchen, focusing on his work, and now he was here, bailing out his girlfriend.

The officer stopped in front of a door and opened it for Lando. "She's in here," she said.

Lando swallowed hard and took a deep breath, calming his nerves down as best he could. "Thank you," he said, before stepping through the door.

You were there, handcuffed to a table, heavily arguing with an officer. Your eyes were on fire. “Let me go, for fucks sake!” you yelled.

Lando froze in his spot for a moment, watching you screaming at the officer. He had never seen you like this - so wild and fiery, with a certain gleam of madness in your eyes. He quickly shook his head and took a deep breath, walking over to you. "Hey," he said gently, and your head snapped towards him instantly.

 “What are you doing here?” you snapped.

 "What does it look like? I'm here to bail you out,” Lando said, sitting down in the chair opposite of you. He knew this wasn't the time for an argument.

 "Madam, you must take the drug test, it's not up to your decision," the officer in the room continued.

 “I will not!” you yelled. “I told you hundred fucking times that I’m not on anything!”

Lando sighed and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his messy hair. This whole situation was just one big headache. "Just take the damn test, Y/N. You're already in enough trouble as it is.”

You stared at him angrily. “Leave.”

Lando frowned. "What?" He asked in surprise. Did you just tell him to leave? "No."

 “Leave!” you screamed again and punched the table with your fist.

 “My god, Y/N-“ Lando leaned forward. “Stop acting like a damn child! You're facing a year in prison. This is a serious situation!"

 "I will not be there for a year," you scoffed. "That's not fair."

 "Yeah? Well, it's the reality of it," Lando retorted. "Destroying four hundred thousand Euros worth of property is not fair either."

 "Madame, this is the last time I'm asking, take the drug test otherwise that one year will quickly become two," the officer was angry now.

Lando frowned at the officer's words and looked from him to you who were glaring at the guy with defiance in your eyes. He knew you were stubborn, but could you seriously be that stupid and risk a higher sentence just because you were refusing a drug test?

 "Y/N," he said softly, a warning tone in his voice. "Just take the damn test."

 “Why?” you argued. “I’m not a junkie!”

Lando clenched his jaw, frustrated beyond measure and at a loss for words. It was like talking to a brick wall. "No, you're not,” he said patiently. "So, prove that you're not, okay? Just take the goddamn test."

You scrunched your eyes and took a deep breath. "This is ridiculous. Okay, I will take it but then you'll let me go. That guy deserved everything."

Lando furrowed his eyebrows once again and shook his head with a sigh. "Oh, he did, didn’t he? Did you happen to forget that this "guy" just lost four hundred thousand Euros because you were probably out of your mind on something?”

 "He's rich anyway," you rolled your eyes. Meanwhile, the officer unlocked your handcuffs from the table.

Lando rubbed a hand over his face at your words, desperately willing himself not to yell at you. Your nonchalance with the whole situation made him angry. "That's beside the point. Look, I don't care if he's a billionaire or if he can just afford to buy a new car with the change he finds under his sofa, you can't go around damaging people's property! You broke the goddamn law!"

The officer led you away, then he returned to the room where Lando was still trying to comprehend the whole situation. He had a notebook and a pen in his hand. He slid a piece of paper in front of Lando. "So, if the test comes back negative this is the total. The damage and the bail."

Lando looked up briefly at the officer before his gaze fell back to the paper. His eyes widened with each number he read. "Alright, I hope this season goes well then," he muttered to himself.

 "Good luck," the officer nodded. "My daughter is a huge fan of yours. I know this is an awkward situation, but could you sign this for her?" Then he slid an empty piece of paper in front of Lando.

Lando scoffed. "Jesus, this is the weirdest situation I've ever encountered..." He looked from the officer to the piece of paper, shaking his head softly as he took the pen and signed his name on the paper.

 "Thank you. You can have your partner back in about an hour." The officer stuffed the autograph in his pocket.  “Now I’m going to ask you to make the payment.”

Lando signed and paid everything he had to, slowly slipping into a state of surrender. The officer put everything into a folder and looked back at Lando.

 "We’re done here. You can wait by the reception. We have a coffee vending machine," the officer added.

If this situation wasn't so serious, Lando would have laughed at the officer's words. Waiting by the reception for his girlfriend to get out of jail after getting caught destroying a car. It sounded like the beginning of a bad movie.

Lando nodded. "Alright, thanks.” He got up from the chair and headed towards the reception area, thinking about how the hell you got yourself into this mess in the first place. You sure will need a good explanation after all of this.

The officer behind the reception desk looked up at Lando as soon as he entered the room. "I will hand you the criminal's belongings if you don't mind."

Lando raised his eyebrows at the woman's words. "Criminal? You mean my girlfriend?" He asked, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone.

 "She committed a crime. She is a criminal," the woman nodded as she handed Lando a plastic bag.

Lando was tempted to point out that the word sounded quite harsh, but he refrained from doing so. He accepted the bag and sat down on one of the waiting chairs. When you were finally released, he could hear your voice way before he saw you.

 "See, I told you I wasn't on anything! Female rage, that's what they call it," you argued.

Lando's eyes zeroed in on you as soon as you entered the room, and he quickly got up from his seat. He tried to look stern and serious, but he was so relieved to see you, unharmed. "Shut the hell up, for Christ's sake," he said as you approached him.

 "I just have to prove my point," you crossed your arms.

Lando rolled his eyes. "And in the process piss off every officer around you, right? I think your point is proven already by the mess you made. Let’s go home. And I hope you’ve got a good excuse for all of this."

 "You bet I do," you mumbled.

 "Oh yeah, I’m thrilled to hear it," he retorted, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “I just paid a huge amount of money, so you won’t get locked up for a year, damn it. What has gotten into you?”

As he led you to his car, he wondered if you would destroy his collection as well if you ever got into a serious argument. He didn’t want to find out.

find part two here

[allthesmutl0vers]

Whispered Confessions and Potential Arson

Fred and George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Request from this anon request

CW NSFW, Established Fred/Reader relationship, pining!George, unprotected p! in v!, creampie, dom/sub relationship, switch!Fred, spanking, God kink (like one line) light bondage (cuffs), sub!reader, dom!twins, alcohol consumption, implied aftercare, poly!relationship, praise, degradation, breeding kink if you squint, oral (m! and f! giving/receiving), anal, double-penetration, is it really twincest if no sword-crossing, fingering, fireworks and other Weasley twin shenanigans

WC 5.6k

Music Inspo

15 Minutes - Sabrina Carpenter (requested)

Make Your Move - The Relapse Symphony (I get the feeling George would like them)

a.n I kinda got carried away with this one so its a little long. hope that's okay. part 2 maybe? 🥹🖤

H.P/Slytherin M.list H.P/Slytherin Taglist Requests/Asks: OPEN

Dating Fred was easy. For the most part, at least. Sure, you had to deal with him landing himself into detention with his twin brother or his friends sometimes, but that was nothing in comparison to how he made you feel.

Every touch lighting a fire deep inside of you that craved nothing more than to let him devour you until there was nothing left. The way his large and calloused hands delicately guide you through the busy corridors between classes, brushing just against your lower back like he's afraid to break you.

The same hands that wrap around your wrists like a vise, pinning you either on your back or with your face buried in his pillow, crying out his name as he drives into you relentlessly, making your breath catch in your chest with every deep thrust.

So, yes. The occasional detention is a small price to pay for Fred to be yours.

What you didn't know, however, is that Fred's twin brother and your best friend, George, has been watching everything from the sidelines. Wanting nothing more than to feel your lips against his just once. To run his equally large, slightly softer hands up your sides the way his twin gets to, to feel the touch of your delicate skin under his fingers just once.

Fred knows about this, of course. And while he was initially angry with his brother, he couldn't help but understand. I mean, you're the most perfect girl in the world. How could his brother not fall for you? And he'd be lying if the thought of sharing you with the person he trusts the most, hasn't crossed his mind a few times since finding out. To see just how far those pretty little limits of yours can be tested.

Safely, of course.

All of these things coupled together, along with the fact that Fred landed himself in detention again, but with Lee Jordan this time, is what set the ball in motion for what your grandchildren will call either the greatest love story ever heard, or the most heart-shattering tragedy.

With a war on the horizon, it's anyone's guess. Which is why we have to cherish the time to fuck, that we have left. Or whatever the philosophers say.

The common room is warm, and the fire crackling in the fireplace casts a warm glow on the near-empty room. Most students have gone to bed or snuck out for the night. The book sitting on your lap is a comfortable weight, completely capturing your attention even as the couch dips next to you.

"Hello, gorgeous."

George's voice manages to break your focus, drawing your gaze up to his, his lips curled into a cheeky grin that is almost identical to Fred's, George's lips seemingly a little more red, surely from all of the cinnamon candy he eats, probably tasting the same, too. Not that you've ever thought about it, though.

"Hey, Georgie. What's up?" Your naturally warm and kind voice hits his ears. The way your eyes look up into his forces him to swallow, masking any of his feelings for you with a grin and a laugh.

"Oh, just thought I'd keep my brother's girl company," he responds, his voice filled with its usual charm and wit, but there's the faintest lingering feeling that you can't name behind his words, almost as if he's reminding himself that you're not his. Which would be crazy, right?

You nod your head, dismissing any thoughts about him that aren't simply friendly, which has become increasingly harder, and has caused a pit of guilt to start to carve deep inside of you.

"That's really kind of you, I appreciate it. What did you have in mind?" You thank Godric for your voice coming out even as you turn your attention to him.

George watches as you close your book, your delicate fingers wrapping around it as you lean forward to set it on the coffee table in front of you. Sitting back in his seat on the sofa, unable to help but let his eyes roam over your slender figure once before clearing his throat and running his fingers through his red hair.

"Y'know, me and Fred have been working on some new fireworks. Thinkin' about making a different set for each of the houses to put on their own displays," he responds. The sparkle of mischief growing in his brown eyes, his voice smooth and warmly charming.

You raise an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips as you playfully roll your eyes. "As if you two need to be doing anything else with gunpowder. You're going to burn down the school one of these days, mark my words."

The laugh that rumbles from his chest shouldn't make your heart flutter, but it does. The warm and rich sound, which reminds you so much of your boyfriend but is so different at the same time, makes your head spin, and that pit of guilt carves deeper.

"C'mon, that'll be Seamus and we all know it," he responds, nudging your arm with his elbow and sending a shiver down your spine when it most certainly shouldn't. "I promise, it'll be fun. Besides, I think Fred and Lee have at least another hour."

The way your eyebrows knit together in concentration, weighing the options in your mind, makes his cock twitch to life in his jeans, the hardening muscle straining more against the fabric the longer you look at him like that---so fuckable.

"Okay. I suppose we can go, so long as we're back by the time Freddie comes back."

George forces himself to tear his gaze away from yours, focusing on anything else as he tries to level out his breathing. A faint blush rises on the back of his neck, which is barely covered by his red hair. 

“Great. Let’s get going. I know the perfect spot to light them off. " He pushes himself off the couch, waiting for you to follow him out of the common room and through the chilly, moonlit corridors.

“You’re going to get us into trouble, you ass,” your carefree laugh carries through the night air as the next firework explodes high in the sky. A beautiful array of red and gold sparks shining even brighter than the stars, taking the form of a roaring lion’s head before dispersing into shining flecks. “But you’re bloody brilliant. I’ll give you that.”

George’s chest swells with pride. He smiles wide and dazzlingly as he walks closer to you, holding a shot glass of Firewhiskey. “Ah, I aim to please, darling. " His voice comes out low, bordering on flirtation. His fingers brush against yours when you take the glass, and his deep brown eyes lock down on yours in a gaze that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“Especially when it comes to you,” he adds, his voice low and slightly strained as if he’s physically holding himself back. He takes another step closer to you, his towering and broad frame barely a foot apart from your smaller frame, further closing the gap between your bodies, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Too close, but for some reason you can’t pull away. 

You take the shot of Firewhiskey, the smooth cinnamon whiskey burning your throat in a desperate attempt to focus on anything else besides your boyfriend’s twin brother looking down at you with an expression that borders on reverent longing and desperate hunger. 

“George, I—”

“I love you.”

His confession spills from his lips before he can stop them, his heart hammering against his sternum at the sight of your eyes widening, looking as if a stunning spell has struck you. The subtle hitch in your chest, and the way you look up at him in a mix of confusion and surprise makes him want to kick himself for confessing his love so abruptly, having surprised even himself. He and Fred had talked at length about how to approach the subject of his feelings for you, and this wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. 

But damn him, he can’t bring himself to regret it for even a second.

“Well, well. What have we got here? Finally confessed, eh, Georgie?” 

Fred.

The sound of your boyfriend’s voice behind you snaps you back to reality, making your stomach drop when you notice George’s towering frame is somehow now mere inches from yours, your face slightly angled up towards his. You can’t process Fred’s words right away, the shotglass slipping from your fingers and landing with a soft thud on the grass at your feet, hurriedly taking a few steps away from George to put some distance between you both despite already having been seen by Fred.

“Freddie, I can explain,” you rush to respond, scrambling your brain for any excuse or reason why you were so close to his twin brother. 

Fred’s eyebrow arches slightly, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, taking a step closer to you. “Mm. Is that so, love? Well, by all means, explain,” his voice takes on a slightly teasing tone, not harsh but rather amused, challenging you to come up with an excuse, his eyes raking across your flustered face and reddening cheeks. He’s always thought you were most attractive when you’re flustered, coupled with the fact you’re not outwardly denying your attraction and proximity to his twin brother, make him want nothing more than to take you right here, right now. 

But he’s patient. They’ve been waiting for this moment for months now, and he’s not about to rush it. 

And neither is George. Who takes a few steps toward his twin brother, turning to face you with him, an equally amused and mischievous smirk on his lips, the tip of his tongue slowly darting out to wet his lips, capturing your attention before you force yourself to focus on Fred again, clearing your throat softly.

“We came out here so George could show me your guys’ new fireworks,” you start, your slender hands trembling softly at your sides with nerves. Have you ruined everything? Fred’s tone is playful and teasing, but there’s something else to it, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Go on,” Fred responds, George and him each taking a step closer to you, his tone low and husky. 

“And don’t leave anything out, gorgeous,” George adds, his fingers twitching at his sides as if resisting the urge to reach out and pull you close.

Are they… into this? 

You nervously pull your bottom lip between your teeth, your cheeks heating up even further, looking down at the grass under your feet. “Then we were just drinking and talking…” your voice trails off as guilt and desire swirl deep inside of the pit in your stomach. 

Two long fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at them both once again, both of them now towering directly in front of you. Fred’s thumb gently swipes across your bottom lip. “Ah, ah. You’re forgetting one little detail, baby. Wouldn’t you agree, Georgie?” 

George tilts his head to the side, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he looks down at you. His brown eyes burning with restrained hunger. “Oh I do, Freddie,” George chuckles huskily, one of his hands reaching up, his fingers brushing against your cheeks next to Fred’s under your chin, sending a shiver down your spine. “I believe she is forgetting how close we were standing,” he leans down, his face mere inches from yours just like it was before. 

“Right after I told her I loved her.” 

Merlin, the way they talk about you like you’re not even there fuels the fire of desire inside of you, pushing out more of the guilt until there’s only a sliver left, just enough to make you nervous as you decide to take a risk.

“Maybe I just forgot,” your voice comes out flirtatious, a hint of nervousness behind it that makes you look even more desirable as you try to hide it with a smile, but the way your gaze flickers to Fred’s as if searching for reassurance is a dead giveaway.

Fred’s fingers slide down your chin, resting around your smooth and slender throat, just hard enough to remind you who is in charge. A low, rumbling chuckle coming from their throats as George pulls back and Fred’s face takes his place in front of yours, leaning down just enough for his lips to brush against yours in a whisper of a kiss. 

“I highly doubt that, baby. You were going to kiss him, weren’t you?” His tone neither questioning nor accusatory, but rather amused and husky with desire. His fingers wrapped around your throat tighten just enough for you to feel the pressure from the pads of his fingers. “You were going to kiss my twin brother whilst I was in detention, eh?”

Your gaze flickers to George, shame and arousal washing over you as you nod your head, looking back at Fred again. “Would you be mad if I did?” You challenge, your soft voice making your throat vibrate under Fred’s fingers. The slight teasing in your tone going right to both of their cocks already straining against the fabic of their jeans. 

Fred leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear and his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“I would be mad I missed it,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers tightening even further around your throat for just a moment before he lets go completely. Smirking at the small hitch in your breathing as he pulls back, looking down at you as he drags his lower lip between his teeth. “Now, be a good girl f’me and do it, eh?”

You barely have time to process his words before George takes his place in front of you, his hand coming up to gently cradle your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against your soft lips, the ones he’s been dreaming about kissing for as long as he can remember. His brown irises barely visible around his desire-blown pupils.

“I’ma kiss you now, sweet girl. That a’right with you?” The sweetness in his tone contradicts the dark desire swirling in his eyes, making your heart flutter and your head swim, nodding your head softly, the warm, smoky scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a blanket. 

George lowers his head slightly, teasingly hovering his lips just above yours, his eyes roaming your flushed face before landing on your slightly-parted lips. “Use your words,” he growls, eyes never leaving your lips, wanting to watch you speak the words he’s desperate to hear.

“Yes, it’s alright with me,” your voice comes out a little more rushed than intended, shifting slightly on your feet in anticipation. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the lust and longing that you no longer have to hide coursing through your veins.

“That’s our good girl,” Fred murmurs from behind you, his large hands sliding down your sides, his chest brushing against your back, effectively pinning you between them. 

George’s hand snakes behind your head, his fingers running through the long hair at the nape of your neck, his eyes finally locking on to yours again as he finally closes the distance between you.

Cinnamon. You were right. His lips taste like cinnamon with the faintest hint of the Firewhiskey you shared earlier while watching the fireworks. A whole new kind of explosion erupting inside of you as his tongue softly traces the seam of your lips, and of course you part them, allowing his tongue to glide against and tease yours. 

A soft moan is dragged from your lips as Fred’s hands travel down to your thighs over your skirt, squeezing the plush flesh, and you can feel the hardness of their cocks against your lower stomach and back. Brain filled with nothing but every dirty thing you want them to do to you.

“Fuck…” George groans softly against your lips before pulling back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “We need to go,” he adds roughly, looking up at his twin over your shoulder, fingers tightening ever-so-slightly in the strands of your hair. 

“Now.”

“You and that muggle music of yours, I swear,” Fred chuckles huskily, listening to you hum the lyrics to ‘15 Minutes’ on the brisk walk back to the Gryffindor common room, his grip on your waist tightening.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, a faint blush painting your cheeks. “It’s a good song,” you respond, trying your best to sound innocent when the lyrics are anything but. “Besides, it’s not wrong,” you add, squeezing George’s hand you're holding. “I can do a lot in fifteen minutes. And I won’t need two to make you finish.”

George’s jaw ticks with frustration, his hand squeezing yours back, his grip firm but not painful. “Is that a challenge, little minx?” He asks gruffly, their pace quickening as the common room comes into view.

“What happened to sweet girl?” You can’t help but tease, raising an eyebrow playfully at him as Fred says the password for you three to enter. 

“Sweet girls only get called sweet when they behave accordingly,” his hand lands on your ass in a sharp slap, making you gasp and blush redder than a tomato as you step into the common room.

Fred laughs lowly as he slings his arm around your shoulders, both of them casually guiding you to their dorm room, ignoring the whispers and curious looks from your housemates. “Oh yeah, spanking her ass gets her all riled up. Don’t it, baby?” He teases looking down at you with a wink.

The door to their room closes with a soft click of the lock. The familiar and comfortable surroundings of their dormitory and the privacy make it easy to relax. “Maybe so. But that doesn’t mean I can’t rile you up just as much,” you tease back, looking up at them as your fingers trail down your chest, teasing the buttons of your shirt. “And yes. It is a challenge,” you finally respond to George’s question. 

Their eyes follow the path of your fingers and you notice the subtle differences between them when they're aroused. 

Fred, you already know, gets more teasing. Frustratingly using his wit in a way that makes you want to both slap him and drop to your knees for him at the same time. His breathing is heavier and slightly ragged.

George, on the other hand, seems to become more firm, even dominant. His quick retorts and commands flow from him with a natural ease, making every order impossible not to obey. His breathing is shallow and controlled. 

George takes a step closer, Fred leaning back against his wall with a smirk as he bites his bottom lip. 

“Well, we never turn down a challenge. Fred, start a timer,” he responds, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, pulling out one of their desk chairs and taking a seat facing you. 

“Two minutes each?” Fred asks from somewhere behind you, and you swear you can hear the shit eating grin on his face. 

George never takes his eyes off yours, beckoning you closer with a curled finger, and the tip of his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip in a way that makes your breathing stutter. 

“Nah. She said she doesn’t need it, remember?” He responds to his twin, his eyes roaming your body hungrily as you stand between his legs. “On your knees, sweet girl. Lemme see you put those pretty lips to use, eh?” He swipes his thumb across your lips as you sink to your knees between his long legs. Parting them to respond when he cuts you off. 

“Ah, ah. Timer’s already started, baby. Better get to work.”

If your hands weren’t already preoccupied with unbuckling and unzipping George’s jeans, and if they weren’t so damn tall, you’d reach behind you and slap your boyfriend. Or take his cock in your hand too, you wouldn’t be opposed to that. 

George’s control slips for just a moment as you take his long and thick shaft into your hand, the tip red and leaking with precum. You can see it in the way he sucks in a short breath, a low groan escaping his lips when you lick the slit on the head of his cock, the sound only heightening your arousal.

What is it about men being vocal that is so hot?

When your tongue licks a slow, long swipe up the underside of his shaft, it takes everything inside of him not to cum right on your face. The way your eyes are blown wide with enthusiasm and arousal, the way your pupils dilate when he runs his fingers through your hair, gathering it into a pony behind your head. Because God forbid something prevent him from seeing every inch of your face when you finally take his cock into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he moans gruffly, bucking his hips up into your mouth as your lips stretch around his shaft, the head of his cock hitting the spongy back of your throat, listening to the soft gag that follows. “So damn beautiful.”

Fred can see the way your body reacts to his twin’s praise. The way your body shudders ever-so-slightly at being called beautiful while you take every inch of George’s cock that he gives you. The way you try to rub your thighs together under your skirt, no doubt having soaked through your panties already. 

“And already soaked through those fuckin’ panties too, eh, baby?” Fred palm his aching cock over his boxers, his jeans and shirt already long forgotten, his teasing eliciting a moan from you that makes George grip your hair tighter and moan again from the vibration of your moan and the way your head bobs faster.

By now, Fred would have had you face down, ass up on his bed, pile driving into you until you scream. But the way his twin takes his time with you, not rushing even though you’re on a timer, only adds to the fire burning deep inside of him. Not a jealous fire, but a primal, almost animalistic fire. He’s never watched you with someone else before, but Godric help him, the way you suck his twin’s cock is almost enough to make him smash the damn timer on the ground and say fuck it. 

But he doesn’t. Instead, he continues to watch. The act is surprisingly thrilling to him, making him kind of wish he was being forced to watch, rather than doing it willingly. 

And George wouldn’t be George if he didn’t know his twin like the back of his hand.

“Grab the cuffs out of my nightstand. One wrist attached to the bedframe,” his twin’s husky but controlled voice snaps him back to reality, his movements staggering slightly as he follows the command.

“Fuck, look at him, sweet girl,” George purrs, pulling your head off of his cock with a wet pop, turning your head to look at Fred with those puffy lips still connected to his twin’s cock by a strand of saliva and precum. “Got’m lookin’ all pathetic and tied up while you’re suckin’ my cock.” 

Well fuck. That shouldn’t make him as hard as it does. 

Nor should it make him whimper, but he does anyway. Sounding just as pathetic as George is making him out to be. 

“You like watching, Freddie?” Your sweet and slightly hoarse voice hits his ears, his eyes locked on your slender hand still stroking George’s cock. His cock bobbing against the fabric of his boxers under his free hand. 

“Yes. Keep going,” his usual witty tone lost in desperation to watch you continue, forced to sit back against the headboard of his bed, excitement and lust running through him like a live wire. 

George smirks, lifting you off of the flood with ease, laying you back on Fred’s bed, your head resting on the comforter beside his waist. “Don’t mind if I do,” George responds as he sheds the rest of his clothes, his large hands grabbing you from behind your knees and pulling you to the edge of the mattress, pulling a small gasp from your lips as he swiftly removes your skirt in one fluid motion. 

“George! This is a new shirt,” you gasp when his fingers rip open your white blouse, sending buttons flying around the room, seemingly having had enough of not feeling your skin under his fingers all to himself for the moment. 

“We’ll buy you new ones,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, his large hands sliding up and down and grabbing your sides as if trying to carve every inch of you into his memory. “Fuck, we’ll buy you ones simply for us to tear off.” 

Your back arches, pressing up against his chest your legs wrapping around his waist, tilting your head back to meet Fred’s gaze, watching as he strokes his long and hard cock with his free hand, the other cuffed to the wooden headboard behind him. 

“That feel good baby?” Fred asks as George’s lips finally travel down to your soaked pussy. His lips wrapping around your puffy and needy clit and sucking in a way that has your hands flying to his head, fingers tugging at the soft red strands.

You nod your head dumbly, still looking up at Fred. “Mmhm, feels…so good,” you murmur, your breath coming out in short and heavy pants between moans and gasps of pleasure. “Oh God,” you moan louder when George pushes two fingers inside of your warm and wet entrance, your arousal coating his fingers before with drawing them, giving you a small slap against your slick folds, the sensation only heightening the pleasure coursing through your body, making your clit pulse with need. 

“Don’t bother crying out for him, little minx. He left the second you let me kiss you,” George warns from between your thighs, pressing feather-soft kisses along your folds before darting his tongue out to flick your clit again, swiping over the sensitive bud with precise licks and flicks that are meant to drive you right up to the edge, but not enough to let you fall over it. 

It’s only when your panting and shaking, begging him to let you cum, does he finally relent. Pulling back and licking your arousal from his lips. “With pleasure, sweet girl. Ride him,” he responds, nodding to his twin behind you, and you don’t need to be told twice.

“Oh fuck,” Fred moans, his muscles tightening as you sink onto his long and painfully hard cock. The warm and wet walls of your pussy wrapping around him and taking him deep, feeling even better after having been forced to watch, his free hand grabbing your waist so hard it’ll be sure to leave bruises. “Take this fuckin’ cuff off, George,” he adds in a groan as you start to ride him, barely able to focus on anything else except for the feeling of you fucking yourself on his cock. 

With a low chuckle, George removes the cuff from the headboard, Fred’s hand immediately finding the other side of your waist, holding you up as he thrusts into you, pulling moan after gutteral moan from those sweet fuckin’ lips of yours. “Yes, please…” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for, head swimming with arousal and unable to think of anything else besides Fred filling your pussy and the way the bed dips between Fred’s legs as George’s hands snake up your chest from behind, one hand rolling your nipple between his fingers and the other sliding up to your throat and forcing you to look up. 

“Please what, sweet girl? You want more?” George asks, his teeth nipping at your ear. “One cock just ain’t good ‘nough for you anymore, is it?” He continues as his fingers slide from your nipple to your clit as Fred continues to thrust up into you, his strokes slow and deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. “Answer me,” he gently slaps your clit to get your attention, making you gasp and shudder, Fred growling with warning and desire as you tighten around his cock.

“N—no, one isn’t enough anymore,” you whimper, too lost in the submissive and love-fueled headspace you’ve found yourself in to care how pathetic you sound. “I need more…so much more, please.” 

George kisses down your neck, his hands leaving your throat and pussy, making you whine at the loss before you hear a soft click of a cap opening behind you. “Ever had this little ass taken, sweet girl?” George asks, his voice low and husky with desire. 

You shake your head, your pussy fluttering around Fred and your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. “No, Georgie.” 

He growls from behind you, Fred holding you still as George slides his lubed fingers across your tight hole, not breaching the tight ring of muscle, but merely putting pressure on it, the new feeling making you stiffen on instinct. 

“Shh. Relax, baby. We’ll take good care of you,” Fred murmurs, pulling you down against his chest in a kiss, his hands sliding up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. 

You let your body relax as much as possible, Fred’s cock still buried deep inside of you, moaning against his lips as George’s finger finally breaches the tight ring of muscle. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna have to take it nice’n’slow with you, aren’t we?” George groans with pleasure, his long finger slowly sliding in and out of your tight hole, letting you adjust before he adds a second finger. 

The next thing you know, George is sliding his long and thick cock into your ass. You gasp and let out a guttural moan at feeling so completely full, nails digging into Fred’s shoulder as they both start to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first, but picking up speed and momentum as you adjust. 

“You’re a goddamn vision, baby. Takin’ us so fuckin’ good,” Fred groans his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your hips, his chest rising and falling with a mix of exertion and a primal need to continue fucking you into oblivion. 

You cry out in pain and pleasure as George lands a sharp slap to your ass, making you moan and your entire body shudder. “Such a perfect little slut for us. Look at those fuckin’ tears,” he growls, one hand tangled in your hair and forcing you to look up at him behind you, the other wrapped around your throat - not hard enough to cut off your air, but just enough to make your head feel light before relasing, mascara streaking down your cheeks, and those big eyes filled with tears of pleasure. “Stunning.”

“Please… I need to cum,” you whine between moans and gasps, the coil in your belly unbearably tight. “Fuck, I’ll do anything.” 

Fred and George instantly still, the silence only broken by the soft whimper of protest escaping your lips. 

“Anything, you say?” Fred’s lips curl into that same mischievous grin that he gets when he’s about to do something reckless. 

And damn if you weren’t willing to do whatever you needed to to relieve the pressure built up inside of you. “Damnit, Fred, yes. Anything,” you moan, rocking your hips back against their cocks inside of you, feeling their hands tighten on your hair and body. “Just please don’t stop, please just let me cum.”

“Bloody hell, that fucking begging,” George punctuates his groan with a hard thrust in your ass, making you cry out as they both start to thrust again. “Could listen to it all fuckin’ day. Gonna fill you up nice’n’full, ain’t we, Freddie?” 

Fred moans, his large cock twitching inside of your pussy. “Damn right we are. Make her walk around stuffed with our cum everywhere she goes,” he thrusts hard, matching George’s equally hard thrusts with his own and making you see stars. “You want that, baby?” 

“Yes, fuck, yes…I need it,” you mewl, high on the feeling of their cocks buried deep inside of you, thrusting with abandon. Sweat clings to your skin, the air heavy with the sound of moans, slapping skin, and the obscenely wet sounds of your dripping pussy and thouroughly lubed ass. 

“You can cum now, sweet girl. Give us all you’ve got,” George growls from behind you, his command sending you spiraling into Nirvana, crying out their names in a deperate prayer, the only thing tethering you to the Earth is their hands on your body and the feeling of them both spilling their hot, thick cum deep inside of your tight holes. Fred’s moans mixing with George’s grunts and groans as they ride you and themselves through your highs. 

After a long, hot shower, and a change into one of Fred’s shirts and a clean pair of George’s boxers, they lay down on either side of you on George’s bed. It’s not a perfect fit, but none of you mind the close contact, not wanting to be away from each other for even a second, whispering sweet nothings to you as you drift off to sleep, thoroughly fucked and completely cherished. 

“You’re not giving me commands every time. Just so that you know, this time was a fluke. A one-time thing,” Fred whispers to George over your head, his fingers brushing soothingly over the soft skin on your thighs, a small smirk on his face. 

George scoffs a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes as he continues to brush his fingers through your hair. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Freddie.”

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[centrally-unplanned]

There are two big "AI Art Discourse" events of note recently, which I thought were interesting: ACX's "AI Art Turing Test" and the new paper on "AI Poetry Beating Human Poetry". Both of these I think reveal the shape of "what is AI art for", and also say a lot about how these results were utilized in discourse.

To take the latter first, some academics quizzed people on some poetry and had these results:

We found that AI-generated poems were rated more favorably in qualities such as rhythm and beauty, and that this contributed to their mistaken identification as human-authored. Our findings suggest that participants employed shared yet flawed heuristics to differentiate AI from human poetry: the simplicity of AI-generated poems may be easier for non-experts to understand, leading them to prefer AI-generated poetry and misinterpret the complexity of human poems as incoherence generated by AI.

More human than human poems! This certainly seems impressive - and it is. You couldn't have gotten these results ~5 years ago. But that maybe doesn't mean as much as you might think? Because here is the opening half of the winning "Walt Whitman AI" Poem:

I hear the call of nature, the rustling of the trees, The whisper of the river, the buzzing of the bees, The chirping of the songbirds, and the howling of the wind, All woven into a symphony, that never seems to end. I feel the pulse of life, the beating of my heart, The rhythm of my breathing, the soul's eternal art, The passion of my being, that burns with fervent fire, The urge to live, to love, to strive, to reach up higher. I see the beauty all around, the glory of the earth, The majesty of mountains, the miracles of birth, The wonder of the cosmos, the mysteries of the stars, The poetry of existence, that echoes near and far

This fucking sucks. Straight up 2/10 poem. Did this bitch seriously establish the world's most predictable rhyme scheme only to try to rhyme wind with end? You had one job that you chose for yourself, and you screwed it up! This poem has been written a million times before, and says nothing - the Miley Cyrus lyrics of verse.

The reason this won is, yes, because AI tools have advanced heavily in the past few years. But it is also because it is being tested on a dead art. No one cares about poetry - certainly not the survey respondents:

We asked participants several questions to gauge their experience with poetry, including how much they like poetry, how frequently they read poetry, and their level of familiarity with their assigned poet. Overall, our participants reported a low level of experience with poetry: 90.4% of participants reported that they read poetry a few times per year or less, 55.8% described themselves as “not very familiar with poetry”, and 66.8% describe themselves as “not familiar at all” with their assigned poet. 

"Or less" is doing a LOT of work there; "yeah I read a few nonfiction books a year" oh sure, totally. 90% of these respondents haven't read a poem that wasn't displayed in the end credits of Minecraft since high school. No one does, poetry as a medium is essentially a relic. That isn't an insult to poets, by the way! There is no shame in being a niche. Not everyone can have the reach of hentai doujin artists; the community is small but they get a ton out of it. But you can't take the art of the community and expect that art to hit outside of it.

This survey didn't ask people to evaluate art; it asked people to evaluate their stereotypical impression of an art they don't care about. It was ~600 people hired off a website, they banged it out ASAP and moved on. This is not to invalidate the results; I am not actually claiming that "real" poets would have scored much better? Maybe, I don't know - that just isn't very relevant.

Let's swing to the AI Art Turing Test results to get more into why. Again, AI art is absolutely "art" in the sense that it is able to pass the test handily. You have to be head-in-the-sand at this point to think that AI can't make an impressionist painting a la the "most liked" art in this contest:

I have seen the "well real paintings have physicality this is a jpeg" discourse points and the cope couldn't be more real - 99% of art consumption in the modern world is digital or at least prints, let's get you back to bed grandma. But I did find it pretty funny that Scott noted this AI piece as one he particularly liked:

Because it is nonsensical, right? All that "faded paint", how was it originally painted - just bucket splashes of red and blue? What are those random doors, the random stairs going nowhere on the sides, the vague-nothings engravings? Scott just didn't care about that - he liked the vibe, right? Ancient ruins, epic scale. It isn't a coincidence that the Impressionist art did the best - current AI tools are always impressionist, they have an idea of the vibe and invent the details in between. In Impressionism that is the whole point.

Now the trap is to go "REAL artists can tell because of this or that" because idk, the tools might get better, they might fill in more and more details. The real revelation here is that you don't need the tools to get better - visual art isn't so different from poetry. Most people don't pay attention to it all that much. You see thousands, thousands of pieces of art a week; you probably don't even realize how many. Do you really care if the fading paint makes coherent sense on a billboard ad or a doctor's office wall painting? So much art that is made is "industrial" in this sense - it has no need to be good. Only good enough to fulfill its utilitarian role. In these fields AI absolutely is going to Take Your Jobs in some form, and already is (though imo not a ton of them). And it won't really bother most people. This can go pretty deep - I promise you people are "utilizing" AI porn right now. They are ~appreciating the details~ way more than is typical, the product is working.

All this works until it doesn't, though. When it is an art book by a favourite artist whose vision you want to pour over, learning that all the individual details were just made by AI completely defeats the purpose, right? Imagine reading a book of these poems. Outside of the novelty, "AI is the point" factor you would rather watch infomercials on repeat, I can't imagine a more pointless use of my time. "Reading arbitrary poems" is never fun, regardless of the quality of the poems. Most people don't care about poetry! The reason you care is that you care about the poet, and what they want to say. You read poetry with context, it being inserted with intent into the pages of a manga, at the end of a video game, because you like the artist and follow them on twitter. The quality of the prose isn't more important than that.

Which is a harsh limit for all of these kinds of tests. They essentially aren't testing art, right? You do not ever get paid twenty bucks to sit down and read a dozen poems and score them. That has no bearing on how you would actually ever learn to care about a poem. Which doesn't make AI art useless or anything, more that these tests will very quickly run into their limits of what they can meaningfully tell you. The actual bar is "creating something someone cares about". From that lens, I fully believe hybrid methods that privilege artistic intent are currently working and will improve. But I think for "solo" AI art getting that to work is going to be complicated.

[midnight-in-town]

Classical language and paranormal powers : Anya Forger and Arnold Crowley

Crack theory that I haven't seen anywhere, but I can't get it out of my head since ch95, so here goes.

We've had enough clues across the story so far to understand that there is a link between Anya's past and telepathic powers and her mastering classical language (which is not spoken anymore nowadays, according to Twilight), which recently earned her a stella :

While the nature of the link is still unclear, I can't help but question if Sensei hid other clues about this topic.

More specifically, Anya scored second, a big victory for her, but we eventually even met the kid who scored slightly better than she did in ch 95:

Moreover, he seemed particularly interested in Anya and wanted to meet her, before the dance party gave him the chance to.

Of course, it can be purely mundane kid behavior or just a comical way to annoy Damian, but still, I couldn't help but notice that mainly he, like Anya, has weirdly shaped pointed hair.

Might I even add, he has 3 horns/antennas, while Anya only has 2 (is it why he scored better ?). That's one similarity to two kids scoring well in classical language. Could be coincidental, I hear you.

Even more recently though, Anya and Yor encountered Melinda at a festival, when trying to get a fortune telling for Anya. Melinda shyly explained to Yor that it's a hobby of hers and that she believes in destiny and paranormal activities & powers, like telepathy :

However, Melinda is not super confident in her reading abilities, which is why she's not charging any money for it. But did you notice the name of another fortune teller who seems very accurate and popular, in ch107 ?

That's right : Magical * Crowley

Of course, at this point we don't know at all whether or not Arnold from ch95 is related to this fortune teller. However, I kinda doubt Sensei would mistakenly give the same name to the weird boy who beat Anya in classical language and to a popular fortune teller, when someone like Melinda, of all people, hardcores believes paranormal forces and powers are real.

Melinda who, by the way, is extremely scared of her husband who may have undergone surgery to get telepathic powers at some point.

Last but not least, we also know that fortune telling is likely to be a real thing in this universe, meaning Magical * Crowley's could have actual powers, considering Anya's family already owns a dog, Bond, who can see the future.

TL;DR Arnold Crowley from ch95 may be a kid with a strange power, like Anya is.

What this has to do with them being good at classical language, which is not used anymore nowadays, I don't know**, but I'd bet a few pennies it's going to be plot relevant.

**EDIT : To specify on what I currently imagine, since Anya's powers disappear during the new moon, maybe her powers depend on some kind of emitting/transmitting wavelengths (received by her hair horns/antennas), that could be coded with classical language (since it's not spoken anymore) ? It is a spy manga after all. x)

And if I were Endo-sensei, I'd take it a step further and reveal that she was actually hearing/reading all along people's thoughts in classical language, because that's how her powers were coded. She just doesn't realize it, because she's 4 years old, which is why most of her mistakes during classical language tests were spelling ones.

We shall see later. :) Thanks for reading and happy new year 2025 !

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

YOU ONE OF THEM QUEERS???

Yandere Conner Kent x Weird black!reader

So what if you invited your brother's best friend to watch One Piece with you? He said he never had! What kind of psycho has never watched One Piece? You thought, but then again, the psycho was a test tube baby; he wouldn't know about the amazing run of Disney Channel back in the day, how it used to be, or how hyped everyone was for the Kaido fight with Luffy, or understand the cultural significance of a DBZ movie in theaters. You had to show this little lab rat the greatness of TV. Sure, he knows, but he doesn't know more. I mean, he never rushed home to watch Toonami after school. You had to teach him, and well, your little guinea pig was eager to know. Connor wanted to get closer to you in every way possible—be your best friend, be your favorite superhero, maybe even boyfriend if you catch the hints he's dropping. No, he doesn't just want to play Smash Bros; he wants you guys to be more than tag team buddies, but you'll only see him as something friendly. He calls you "babe," and you hit him with a "bro," you're breaking the poor boy's heart. He holds your waist; you think it's just a friendly gesture. He leans his head on your shoulder, smelling the cocoa butter you spread in your dreads and how it sticks to anything he wears. But to you, "Awe, the little guinea pig is sleepy," you teased, and this was the night you invited him over to the mansion. I mean, there's literally an entertainment room; it would be a shame not to watch the best story created by my man on a freaking projector!

"Wow, you're early; the popcorn ain't even poppin'!" you joked, a coy little smile on your face.

"I like being on time, babe," he smirked back, entering the mansion. "Hey, no boots, mister! This floor is hardwood, and I know you walk around in mud!" you warned, but there was still a playful edge to it.

“Ugh, babe, buy me a drink first before you see my feet!” Conner said with a big grin, and you made a fake gagging sound, causing the two of you to laugh. You took him by the hand and pulled him to the entertainment room.

"So how far are you in One Piece?" you asked. You forced him to watch it, but you couldn't call it force, because he watches it with you, telling him to listen and obey whatever you say. "Don't watch the movie; it's a waste of money." He was looking forward to it, but if you hate it, he hates it too. "Yuck, I hate the comic writer; he retcons almost everything if he can't fit it into a plot." If it's that bad, he won't read their comics.

"This fandom is pretty toxic, but come on, the merch is amazing! I mean, look at these MHA pins; they're too cute!" If you like those pins on your bag so much, then he'll wear a Todoroki pin on his leather jacket to make you smile.

You sat with Conner in the theater; it was the whole Cake Island arc. You were already on Wano, but Conner was new to the game, so you didn't mind going a couple of arcs back for him. His head was laid gently on your shoulder; you felt him sniff you and nuzzle his nose into your neck, which made you giggle.

"Dude, quit staring in. Try to pay attention; this is important for later arcs," you always say, but you're way more important to him.

"You say that every time," Conner huffed.

"Cause it is!" you gave a half-hearted laugh.

You looked down at him, and for some reason, the glowing light of the projector made you look stunning. The blue light cascading on your dark skin made you look so surreal, as if you weren't from this planet.

"Come on, Conner, just pay attention for a minute. I promise it'll be worth your while," you said softly. It felt so intimate, like you guys were in an actual movie theater, and you were like.

"Shhh, baby! We can't make out right now; the fight scene is happening." You're such a dense dork, but oh, it just makes it even better.

"Yeah, I'll pay attention." News flash: he won't. He'll be too busy staring at you and how your face lights up during the fights. His super hearing means he'll still listen, but he'd rather watch you, and maybe later he'll watch a YouTube video explaining the arc.

"God, I wish I were as cool as Sanji. He looks so wicked in that red cape! You know, you should really get a cape like that. I know your whole thing is leather jackets, but come on, you have to try out red. Plus, I heard it makes a person's eyes..." You trailed off as you turned to look at Conner, who had his full attention on you, and, God, it made you blush a slight purple.

"Shit, I'm rambling again. I know you don't want to hear me yap. Good, I feel like such a skeeze-"

"No, you're not," he said softly but firmly. It made you giggle like a schoolgirl.

"What?~" you said, nervously

"I like your voice a lot, baby." Now, when he says it like that, it doesn't feel like a cute little nickname he came up with.

"And I like it especially when you talk about shit you like. You're so passionate about it; you don't see that with regular people. You're so genuine," he continues, getting closer. You turn away, covering your face. God, you're such a dork. He just wants to take you right here and now, but that would be unlawful.

"So what, you think I'm cool or something?" You laughed with a half-hearted smirk.

"I think you're amazing, babe," he answered, grabbing your face to look at him, and you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. This made Conner laugh too.

"I'm trying to be smooth, and you're laughing at me!" Conner chuckled.

"Smooth? Yeah, right! You're as smooth as the acne on my forehead!" Then you both burst out laughing, your foreheads connecting. "Goofy-ass motherfucker!" you said in between giggles.

"Come on, baby, you know I've moved some; they say I've got rizz~" You pushed Test Baby to the side, snorting.

"Who the hell lied to your bum ass?" you snickered.

"No one!" He protested.

"Uh-huh," you pulled yourself closer to him, wrapping your long arms around his neck. "You have no game."

"You just don't want to admit I'm cooler than you," he quipped.

"In your clone dreams," you snapped playfully.

"You're in my cloned dreams," he said, your face getting uncomfortably close; it made you laugh.

"That shit was corny as hell," and you and Conner giggled some more; he felt your touch ever so gently.

"Can I?"

"Can you?"

He then pressed his lips to yours, and Conner could have sweated as he ascended to another state of being. Your lips tasted like buttered popcorn and cheap soda—something he loved more than anything, especially if that flavor was you. He pulled you closer, his hands wrapping around your slim waist. Your hand was now placed on his cheek as you felt him slowly start to get on top of you, and you let him. And shit, who cares if you're kissing your brother's best friend? He should have called dibs by now.

You gasp for air, but Conner doesn't let you recover. He presses his lips against you hard this time, passionately. He has kissed a whole ton of people before, which gives him the experience you lack. You feel him suck on your tongue, and you whimper just a little, shivering. Is this how it feels to kiss? ‘Cause if it is, God fucking bless! You feel his gloved hand reach underneath your Wonder Man hoodie. You grab his arm and pull away. He hears the great Superboy whine like a puppy, and it makes you snicker just a little. Your hand that was on his cheek moves to his now swollen lips.

"Kon, pay attention; this part is important. This is when Luffy fights Katakuri, and we get to see his Devil Fruit," you whispered against his lips. Da fuck? You stopped good kissing and touching for an anime fight??

Your lucky he thinks your hot.

(Made this one while listening to chapple roan God I love that little lesbian)

[raileurta]

A continuation of this post

Looking back on it Miko should have just told the truth. Sure yeah it's extremely embarrassing calling your resident overlord addict "dad" by accident but it would not have snowballed into this hot gaslighting mess.

Oh who Miko kidding she is reveling in the complete chaos she's caused.

Scrolling back to a few weeks ago Miko had just finished school. The girl had just previously pulled an all nighter to catch up on all her work and studying. (Got to stay in her exchange program somehow) So Miko was completely exhausted. She didn't even have a chance to sleep during school as for some Primus forsaken reason there was an important test in every class! Miko had planned on sleeping at the base but nooooo the universe had other plans. That day the decepticons decided to try to tail them without them noticing and try to find out their secret base. Of course her best bestie in the whole universe noticed them and quickly diverted his course. They drove for a few minutes before Bulkhead quickly went behind some rock transformed and did a surprise attack on them. It probably was an interesting fight but Miko was too tired to care or pay attention to.

Iterable now and still unwillingly awake they were ground bridge back to base. Jack being the good mom friend he is asked if she was okay. Miko doesn't really understand what happened in her brain that day that made her give that response but sleep deprivation is a scary thing. She had responded,

"Yeah yeah I'm good just some of Dad's goons being annoying again."

Silence greeted her. She looked around weirded out by everyone's shocked faces. They were staring at her like she had just grown another head.

"What's wron-" and apparently that's when her mind registered what she had just said. Miko's face twisted into the definition of abject terror and her brain in all it's horrible glory decided it would best to follow that up with,

"Scrap you weren't supposed to know that."

What the hell brain?!?? Could you have worded that any less suspiciously? Could have said something like "I didn't mean to say that." Jesus Christ.

Miko obviously knowing on some instinctual level she fucked up big time immediately tried to book it. She didn't get too far of course, getting caught by Arcee real quickly. (She's slippery but not that slippery.)

The girl was half questioned half interrogated about what she had meant by that. Deciding it was a good idea to dig herself into a deeper hole Miko "revealed" that Megatron was her father. For obvious reasons they didn't believe her bs. Miko then decided to back up her claim with "evidence" if you can even call it that. She said she can understand Bee for instance. Bumblebee then chipped at her which had translated into, "What?? No way! If that's true what's my favorite dinosaur?"

She simply responded "Triceratops."

Everyone freaked out especially Bee. Miko couldn't really blame them. As she's been "acting" like she didn't know Bee's language and been lying to them since day one. The truth though was that Miko had in secret actually been practicing to understand him for a couple months now. It was going to be a gift of sorts and she was just fed up with not understanding him.

They still needed more evidence from her through. Yeah it was extremely suspicious that Miko hasn't said anything about this but Raf could understand Bee and he's a regular human. She then brought out the big guns and told them,

"Well I also know Megatron and Optimus are exes." Miko had bluffed. She didn't know 100% for sure that was true. She mostly just got this vibe from those two and nobody acknowledged it. It honestly was kinda annoying if she was being honest with here. The team instantly threw up protests and looked to their leader to disprove her claims. But they were met with a slightly blushing Optimus who was turned away. Ratchet making a comment under his breath about how did she know?

If Miko thought they weren't fully freaked out about the language thing they were totally freaked out now. It was really chaotic. Bulkhead was frantically asking why she didn't say anything and was Miko just using him for some evil plan?! At the same time Arcee and Bee were trying to get Raf and Jack away from her at the same time. While Optimus was kinda breaking down about not knowing anything about this and Ratchet was consoling him. She thankfully managed to convince Bulk that yes they were in fact best friends and no she wasn't going to hurt anybody. Being the saints they are autobots tried to look past her "heritage" and still be a family. Optimus even giving her a grand speech about how your blood doesn't define you and what you choose to be.

God was that awkward.

After a bit of more talking Miko finally was permitted to rest and once the best sleep of her life was over reality hit hard for her. If she wasn't freaking out about the whole situation at the time Miko would have laughed herself dizzy at how easily the bots were fooled. They didn't even ask about her quote unquote "creation." Calming down a few minutes later Miko started to really think about what to do now.

And well in for a penny in for a pound, she decided to double down and commit to this weird bit. So for the next few days Miko started dropping "lore" about herself and in general messing with everyone. Ratchet even made a comment about how it was kinda obvious looking back as Miko apparently was a mini Megatronous with her personality.

Okay wow. She was kinda offended by the comment but really couldn't say anything.

She did however get some cool information about Megatron. Like apparently how he was a very lively prankster. This info would come in handy about two weeks later.

Miko had ran through the ground bridge as usual, got caught up in some dangerous battle, then to shake things up was caught in another cave in. (Those are never as traumatic as the second time around) As fate would have it she was sorta saved by buckethead himself. Holding up a huge rock preventing them both from being squished making him unable to harm her. Not one to waste this opportunity she tried to recruit him into her scheme.

It went something like this:

"Okay look I need for you to hear me out."

"No."

"I didn't say anything yet!"

"I don't care to listen to the ramblings of a filthy organic."

"Ugh why couldn't it have been a different pretend dad decepticon?!"

"what...?"

"Long story short I have been gaslighting the autobots into believing your my dad- well sire for the past few weeks."

Megatron was rendered speechless.

Well briefly anyways.

"I'll be damned Starscream was right. All you insects are completely insane."

"Probably. But that's besides the point; I need your help to keep this lie going."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on....."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"NO."

"YES."

"IT'S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE!"

"Does it look like I care????? The autobots believed me and that's all that matters!"

"Wait a minute- you got the autobots to believe you?"

"Surprisingly yes. In all honesty it was too easy."

"....."

"Don't you want to fuck with them?"

"Imagine how much psychological damage Ratchet and Optimus would take."

"Aren't you tired of being nice?"

"I'm never nice."

"Don't you want to go ape shit?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why go through all this effort to keep up this lie?"

Miko should have said that it was because she didn't want to be caught lying and was scared about revealing the truth; but that would be a lie.

"I'm doing this because I can. I do it for the love of the game."

"Your psychotic........"

"It's nice to meet you daughter."

Cew evil canned laughter.

[Part 1] - [Part 2?]

[yanderes-galore]

Levi Ackerman romantic concept, please?

I'll try, sure! I just hope I got him accurate.

Yandere! Levi Ackerman Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Death/Murder, Isolation, Stalking, Paranoia, Fear of loss, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship.

I feel Levi is easy to misunderstand as a yandere.

He tends to hide his emotions so many may think he just doesn't care for others.

In reality, he's far from that.

Levi struggles to express care because of who he is.

He's known as humanity's strongest soldier, he's been forced to learn how to fight, and he feels responsible due to that reputation.

He's had people die under his command, he's used to losing those he's close with.

Which is why when he finds an obsession... It's a struggle for him.

Levi seems like he'd be more likely to be a protective yandere.

He looks like he'd be possessive and his actions can be read that way.

However, he mostly fears losing you than actually being upset over affection.

Not that he doesn't get jealous though.

Levi most likely meets you as a fellow Survey Corp member.

Which is another reason he hesitates on getting close to you.

In a way his yandere behavior is similar to Erwin, he doesn't want to be attached and often denies his obsession or feelings.

Except it's less about personal goals... and more about the fear of him sending you off to your death.

I understand I write a lot of AOT yanderes as 'protective', yet the environment they're in tends to push that.

Everyone here fears losing those they love, which makes them intense yanderes.

The thing with Levi is while he's protective... He seems like he either doesn't care about you or comes off as controlling and possessive.

Sure, maybe his actions stem from his want to keep you safe...

But that doesn't mean him isolating you is a good thing.

I imagine Levi's obsession starts as... indifferent.

At least, it seems like he is.

Levi wants to see you as just another soldier under his command.

He's aware expeditions have a high mortality rate when it comes to Titans.

Getting attached should not be an option, he even lost his own close group during the Female Titan situation.

He tries not to think much of you.

He oversees your training, he watches your ambition...

He hates how you're managing to make him warm up to you.

Levi would find his feelings towards you distressing and frustrating.

Even when you manage to prove yourself as a Scout, Levi still hesitates to get close to you.

Imagine Levi's your captain yet he's always harsh on you.

To him, distancing himself is the best way to avoid the pain of loss.

It's the reason he's so emotionless.

In reality, those that know him can see how he's truly feeling in his eyes.

You don't understand why he gives you extra cleaning or extra harsh training lessons.

Levi does it to test you... and uses it to distract himself from his feelings.

He does care about you, that's the annoying part to him.

If he's used to, he fears he'll get attached.

Considering the feelings he's processing... He fears he may already love you.

Levi likes to 'look out' for his obsession.

During camps or just at the main base of operations, Levi likes to know where you are.

He tells himself he's your captain, that's all he should be.

If he was anything else... He couldn't let you go out beyond the Walls anymore.

Levi tries to hold off his obsession for your own good.

Unfortunately... It doesn't work as planned.

Levi would rather you think he hates you than admit he loves you.

He feels that way you're safer.

I don't think he'd confess unless backed into a corner, honestly....

For example, if his obsession was being reckless and challenged him when he declines a mission...

He may just back you up when you ask 'why'...

Then he'll tell you that you've been driving him mad....

His sudden confession would take you off guard.

Levi would probably even be blunt with it, saying he essentially loves you before ordering you back to your quarters.

You make Levi lose his focus.

He can't stop thinking about how easy it would be to lose you.

It's dangerous.

I feel his obsession is even worse after he loses his squad.

He's lost people right before his eyes before.

He keeps worrying that will happen to you.

If you knew him enough, you could read the troubles look in his eyes.

If you didn't, it just seems like he's targeting you.

He wouldn't kidnap you, but he would hold you back on missions.

You may protest, but Levi never listens.

He's your captain, you're meant to follow his orders.

He doesn't like to confront his feelings as that would mean admitting he loves you... and admitting he could lose you.

Levi grew up mostly alone.

Him loving someone romantically never came to mind until now.

He knows he shouldn't, but nothing he does will suffocate his feelings.

Levi shows irritation to most other people, yet even more so when they're around you.

It's hard to tell the reason for it sometimes.

It could be jealousy, which would explain why he's so tense when you're smiling and laughing with others.

It could also be him getting anxious about others when you're training or on missions.

Even if you're careful... others around you could easily get you killed.

Titan Shifters give him even more of a headache.

In terms of if he'd kill for you, it's complicated.

He's usually very controlled so I don't expect him to randomly kill another Scout or anything like that.

If he really didn't enjoy someone around you, he'd intimidate them or give them extra work to do.

What he kills are true threats.

That's Titans, or by the time of Season 3, other humans if they could harm you.

He doesn't care if you're unnerved by the sight of blood on him.

His blades are usually always covered in the stuff, he just bluntly reassures you what he did was the right thing.

Titan or not.

Levi is isolating with you, often monitoring you and intimidating those around you.

You can call him out on this, he'll deflect it.

You could even accuse him of being jealous and he'd deny it.

However, if you said he's being overprotective, he'd quickly shut you down.

Of course he's protective.

You've managed to break down his damn wall... which means you're stuck with him.

He isn't going to lose you like so many others, he'd die before then.

Levi will be manipulative if it means you'll stay beside him.

He'll order you to listen to him then say he knows what he's doing.

Even if it's him preventing who you talk to.

Levi probably hesitates to start formally dating his obsession.

You may become more of a target... yet at the same time.

He likes the idea of you being his.

If Levi manages to get you in a relationship with him, he wants you in his sight at all times.

He hates to admit he's paranoid but... He is.

Levi can sometimes be affectionate, pulling you close and occasionally kissing you on the lips, neck, or cheek....

It's not often, but he does find joy in giving you affection.

He doesn't need to kidnap you to make you his.

He just needs to isolate you and manipulate you.

He's quiet when you fight with him, when you beg him to let you go on missions.

Sometimes he does consider locking you in a room to keep you safe.

It would ruin your freedom, but Levi doubts anyone is really free.

Call him possessive, petty, selfish, controlling, overprotective, whatever you wish...

To Levi, what he's doing is right.

Even if it means locking you away for his eyes only.

You need to be off missions, yet also in his arms.

He'd keep you somewhere safe, perhaps underground.

He'd make sure you're comfortable, he'd take care of you....

You'll just need him, only him.

Then he'd never have to give you up.

He hates admitting it, but he can't lose anyone else.

When you fight, he calls you a brat and ignores your questions.

All you need to know is two things...

You're his... and he plans to keep you safe as your captain.

His orders are final, even for his beloved.

[melodic-haze]

hear me out brat!chiori x service top!reader where she teases you all the time both in public and private until you just cant take it anymore and finally snap and fuck her until shes sobbing from overstimulation and cant think or speak at all and only begging for you to breed her over and over again

☆ — DEMO TRACK: power bottom!Chiori x service top!gp!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: fem reader with a dick, overstim and.....tbf it's all up in the asks actually

☆ — NOTES: I really shouldn't have been given the ability to read and write idk but anyway I love mean lesbians 🫶 even though ik I'd be scared of them irl (I AM a mean lesbian idk what I'm on about)

Oh my god she's be an INSUFFERABLE brat though???? Not cuz she's cheeky and sly as hell, not like for example Miko, but bc she KNOWS she can easily tease and making you want what you Cannot Have

She'd drop her scissors on accident and bending down in a way that showcases her own specially made lingerie (mostly made with you in mind, though she reserves said special designs for your eyes only—she'd never admit it but designs for YOU and her customers are two completely different things 🤷‍♀️) or make you help her with something and then 'accidentally' grazing skin one way or another (nothing too disastrous, she can't jeopardise her work for ANYONE)

Chiori wouldn't outright say stuff plainly though cuz that's crass and she's much more classier than that, who do you think she is??? She WOULD outright make innuendos and double entendres with a glint in her eye and a mocking tone, however 💀 just to piss you off a bit

"Hold these steady for me, would you? You're capable of that much."

As you scrambled to pin down two bits of fabric on the mannequin, she pulls away with a light smirk. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly at the remark, "I'd like to think I'm a lot more capable than what you've been insinuating the entire day."

"Are you?" She turns away to head to her worktop, "I suppose that with my direction, you can.. well, satisfy basic needs."

"You say that like I'm not capable of directing myself."

"You would lack the necessary finesse to please me."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "Thanks for the faith. But we both know you're downplaying what I can do."

"But do we?" The designer turns back to you, sewing equipment in hand and a nonchalant look in her gaze, "Perhaps I've been unimpressed with your performance thus far."

"Then you'd be complaining about me in every waking moment."

"Don't I already?"

"True. Someone really needs to shut you up every once in a while."

"Oh?" She approaches you.. and the mannequin, you supposed, "Mind supplying an example?"

"Uh, me? I think I'm in the best position to do so."

And your lover scoffs mockingly, "You're rather confident in thinking that you could force me down."

"I'm confident that I can put you in whatever position I want."

Perhaps there was something she saw in your eyes, a brief flash of something dark that flickered through for a second, but you see a light flush coat her cheeks as she lets out a shaky exhale.

"..Do tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night," she airily responded as her hands pressed back onto the fabric, to which you took the action as a sign of a dismissal, "Archons know I'm not going to sing you praises or tuck you in at night."

"Hmm."

Ofc it's not limited to your outside interaction, cuz you're hashtag lucky to see it inside too!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!! Get your dose of irritation 🫶🫶 if you're a patient bitch as well then that's even worse cuz she may actually up the ante just for the sake of it in bed. In public she actually appreciates you being understanding with her bluntnese but in private? Lol have fun

It's not that she does it just cuz either, I think she'd do it for the sake of seeing just how much you can take until you snap. She seems like a believer of the whole "raw emotions = raw capability" thing, and she'd definitely test you more than once just to see how much you can take before you flip out

She doesn't say anything about how there's that hidden desire to see you turn things against her and actually put her in her place after she's being such a brat the entire day though

"Ngh..! I said to go-- sssslowER--"

"I.. don't think.. I'll listen to you right now," you managed to force out as you pinned her on the mattress, hammering the brat underneath you with your length as if desperate to paint her insides white.

At some point, your patience had eventually run out. She had this constantly challenging look in her eyes that followed her all the way to the bedroom, and her words had reflected on that too.

You wanted to please her, to satisfy her the way you knew you could, you swore.. but it always wasn't enough for her, or maybe you got it all wrong, or her demands were so unbearably contrasting despite the fact that you could have sworn that her reactions indicated that you were on the right track. Really, you just had no choice but to take matters in your own hands the same way you took this insatiable designer's hair, now loose from its usual style; hard and forceful.

Chiori's hands practically clawed the sheets, her small build helpless as you moved her like some sort of ragdoll—whyever would she fight it, though?

And as if used to obeying your commands, she does. She looks at the vanity mirror just a short distance away from the bed, looks at her ruined makeup smudged on her face, looks at the apex of her thighs that drip and glisten with a mix of her transparent essence and the backwash of your cum.

"This was what you've been aiming for, isn't it? I'm doing what-- fffuuck.. what you demanded of.. of me." You lifted her up without hesitation, with your other hand on her lower abdomen as you continued your relentless pace, "May as well.. mmf.. watch."

Perhaps there was something to the sight that snapped the last of her fighting composure in half—maybe it was the way you forced her to look at your live methods of discipline, maybe it was the way your dick hit a certain spot inside her due to the change in angle, or maybe it was the way you had looked at her in the mirror with a dark, heady mixture of lust and frustration.

Either way, it had her hips practically stuttering as she opened her mouth to scream.. only for nothing to come out save for a broken, cut-off start of such a sound. Her body for a brief moment before going limp and leaning back into you.

You also see—and feel—a deluge of hot liquid squirt out a certain distance and onto your still-moving cock.

Really, nothing about the situation or the reactions you're recieving is deterring you from overwhelming her more than enough to render her quiet and satisfied.

Even as her hands struggled to grip onto your own that's pushing into where her womb is located, where you're hitting her at your deepest, you didn't stop. Even as she sobbed and actually threw her sharp pride aside to plead for you to spare her from further overstimulation, you didn't stop.

Again, why would you? You're going to make sure she comes out of this sated.. even if that did mean fucking a few braincells out of your lover.

(Though with the way she was smiling whorishly, you have more than a feeling that she wanted you to do so.)

(..Not like you'd ever use such language aimed at her outside private walls, lest you want to experience her ire rather than her desire.)

Get it?? Cuz. Cuz like. Desire??? Des-ire?????? Haahahhahahahahah oh my god I think I'm gonna go ballistic one day

She loves being treated like a classy lady, she loves being treated like a queen, but she ALSO loves being roughhoused and railed to the moon and back—she's not a delicate bitch she can handle it 🤷‍♀️ just like how she Knows you can handle a bit of a bratty personality (though really such a thing should probably be guaranteed anyway to be with her without getting all ratty)

She'd call you a fuckign brute, she'd call you names, but at the end of the day all she'd want is for you to fill her and fuck her until nooooo coherent thought is left 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

It's satisfying at the end when you're done when Chiori's simply laying there, eyes completely glazed over as she struggles to get back to reality as you've painted her insides (and outsides tbh) white. Maybe this is your own artform, with Chiori's being clothing design AHAHAHA anyway 🫶

"So how'd I.. ugh," you unceremoniously flopped onto the bed, grimacing at the very wet sheets and the inevitable cleanup you're dreading of doing later, "how'd I do?"

"..."

"Chiori? Babe?"

"..Give me a minute, would you?" She groaned out hoarsely, her usual grace to her movements and edge to her voice gone and replaced with a much more.. relaxed, casual tone, you supposed, "Asking a girl to rate your performance after using her like a feral beast is in poor taste."

"Okay, but you more than asked for it, really."

"I don't recall doing such a thing."

"You're only especially difficult when you want that sort of treatment."

"I'm never difficult for no good reason."

You raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

Your girlfriend stares you down with a tired glare.. before relenting shortly after with an affectionate eyeroll, "I told no lie, I needed the break from..."

"Thinking?"

"Yes. Perhaps."

"Bad week?"

"Annoying clients."

"I can ward them away for you," you suggest as you opened your arms to her.

"No need—I can do so myself." You half expected her to keep you hanging until you decide to drop your arms.. but then she moves closer to you, eventually letting herself be enclosed in a hug, "..But thank you for the offer."

Any form of initial surprise from the acceptance in affection easily melts into that warm buzz that never fails to make you happy every time Chiori indulges in something remotely affectionate, "You're welcome."

..Perhaps clean-up can wait later.

The surprising thing would never be how bratty she is or how depraved she becomes with enough of a push tbh, but rather her showing blatant affection for you at any given time. Post-coital afterglow doesn't necessarily give her much of an extra urge to cuddle—if anything she's usually averse considering how sweaty and gross it'd feel to her after........but surprise affections are a very VERY welcome surprise :3

Tbh even then idk if sex is a common thing that happens between you, even when you're in a relationship 🤔 but it'd still be juicy either way. Something about how absence makes the heart grow fonder, except it just makes your cock go harder idfk LMAO

It's like 2 am rn guys this is my only explanation for all this

[porkcutletbowl44]

Gothic muse

John Price x F!reader

(I'm turning the goth gf into a series not sorry) just fluff for Halloween!!!

༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･𓃠🪦

Price thinks he's starting to get too old to understand the younger generations, not particularly liking the new music going on mainstream, new styles and sayings that go straight over his head. As long as he can keep up with the technology, everything is fine and there's no issues (no matter how badly it pisses him off when Apple comes out with a new phone every month for no reason).

Price felt that the music got worse and worse as the newer generations appeared. It was just... Noise. There was no rhythm, no actual beat. It was just someone wailing into a microphone with a bunch of random noise in the background. Not to mention the fashion trends... Dear lord. He thought back to his youth when people dressed like real people and not like this. He never made a fuss over it; that person has their own life and choices, could do whatever they wanted. It didn't mean he had to understand why the fuck this random kid was walking around in basketball shorts in freezing weather. 

But who is he kidding? He's just starting to sound like a grumpy old man. Though, it doesn't help that he is growing into a grumpy old man.

Price groaned, feeling his knees and his back crack and ache as he came down a set of stairs. The last mission really did a number on him. He passed by some younger people, dressed in all black and white makeup, bright death hawks and all the works. 

"Bloody kids these days."

He stopped for a moment, realizing he was starting to sound more and more like a old old man, which he was far from. He was still in shape, still in the army, he wasn't that old...

But that didn't stop him from whining about the 'youths'.

"What happened to real music."

But when he sees little ol' you, standing behind a gothic-style taste test stand under a big spooky awning, he stops. You are dressed like the others, makeup, skulls and bat jewelry, flashing customers a happy smile.

Price's eyes scanned the area, pausing on the little stand with the bright gothic decorations. It was different from his normal type in women, but he wasn't complaining.

You looked cute, charming.

The thought put a smile on his face. Price watched for a moment, before deciding to approach the stand, pretending that he wanted to try whatever you were selling.

Price made his way up to the stand, leaning on the counter as he examined you.

You looked far off from 18, which was a but surprising. Most goths were teenagers, or in their early 20s. It was rare to see one who is in her more mature adulthood stage in life. 

"So what's all this then?" He almost cringed at the roughness of his voice, sounding a little too hostile.

"I'm promoting my new drink for my good friends' restaurant opening soon, I'm a learning bartender and I want to get feedback." You smiled nervously, being polite and understanding.

Price's rough demeanor almost immediately softens at the sweet smile and sweet voice. You were just too damn adorable, he couldn't help it.

"Really? So what's the drink called then?" He asks, looking down at the dark purple drink in front of him, examining it closely. "An' the restaurant? Or is it some kind o' pub?"

Your face lights up, you happily gush about your new mix. "I'm calling it Vampire Blood, it's a blackberry-flavored scotch. And the restaurant across the street— It's the Leaky Coffin. It's got a bar, yes, but I hear the food is delicious!"

It was so adorable how excited and happy you were, it almost made his heart melt.

"Vampire Blood," he repeated with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Clever name." He pauses, looking at the drink again before looking up at you.

"You make this yourself?" He questions, gesturing to the drink again.

"Yeah! You're welcome to try it, I'd appreciate the feedback!" You happily nodded.

Price gave in, reaching his hand out to take the drink. Bringing it up to his lips, he took a sip. The second the taste hit his tongue, he froze. It was... Actually really good. He took a bigger drink, finishing the rest of the cup.

"Bloody hell this is good." He said, a small smile on his face as he turns the glass on the table, "It's amazing."

"Really? I'm glad you like it," you beamed kindly.

Price gave you a friendly close lipped smile as he watched you practically melt in happiness at his reaction. His heart felt all warm and fuzzy seeing you so happy, it made him forget about the aching in his body.

"'S delicious." He said again. "You 'ave a real talent for this."

"Thank you! I start a week after the restaurant opens, I'll be mixing up more drinks soon," you play with your bat necklace, smiling up at him.

He's never really paid much attention to women who dressed like you or anything like that- normally he was more into the girl next door type, or a more casual, homey style- but you were so adorable and unique. 

Price nods, his eyes locking onto the way you were fidgeting with your necklace.

"Yeah?" He questions, the smile on his face growing a little wider as he continues to watch you, admiring every little thing you did. "When does it open?" He asks, giving you a smile behind his mustache.

"Just a few days! I have some pictures of the interior-" you pull out your phone, tapping on the screen and showing him some pictures. "It's all real gothic architecture, real antiques, a real wine cellar in the basement too-"

The gothic architecture, the antiques, the basement winery- it all looked spectacular. It was unlike any bar or restaurant he'd ever been to.

"That's bloody phenomenal." Price said, looking at the pictures closely. "You're friends have great taste."

He looks up at you again, meeting your eyes with a soft and affectionate smile.

"Thanks! This is a dream come true for us, I'm so excited." You grinned.

Price felt incredibly lucky to have stumbled upon this sweet, kind woman. The fact that you weren't his type at first, but now that he's spoken to you he was already falling for your charm.

"I can tell." He chuckled, still smiling. "What's your name?" He asks suddenly. He should have asked earlier, hell- he should have asked since the moment he walked up to the stand.

You outstretch your hand, politely giving your name. Price smiles as you extend your hand out to him, and he takes it in his own, shaking it gently.

Your name was so pretty.

He wanted to hear it again, but this time in his own voice.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." His hand swallows yours in warmth, "I'm John," he gives you a small smile. "John Price."

"Nice to meet you too, John." You giggle softly. 

Price had never been one to seek out goths or women like you- he had usually stuck with more "normal" people. But something about you was different. The kindness, the politeness, the gentle nature. And the fact that you dressed in black, decorated with skulls and bats didn't make you any less attractive to him. In fact, it made you even more attractive.

He didn't think he'd ever been this attracted to someone before. And god, he could stare into your eyes for hours.

He wanted to ask for your number, or invite you out on a date right then and there, but he held himself back. He didn't want to be too forward and scare you away. But he couldn't stop the thoughts of taking you out on a date, getting to know you. Price cleared his throat, trying to snap himself out of his own thoughts. He had just met you. You weren't his yet. He shouldn't be thinking like this.

He gave you a soft smile, his eyes still gazing into yours.

"Uh— sorry," he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, "what... do you do when your not at your little stand 'ere?"

"Mostly help out with getting the restaurant ready. We have a lot of decorations and painting that has to be done. But on the weekends we attend Sirens Cave." You answered, flashing him a kind smile. 

Price was fascinated by your answers, and the way you spoke. There was something about you that just made him want to pick your brain, and learn everything he could about you.

"Sirens Cave." He repeated, a little familiar with the name. "That's a bar, right?"

"It has a bar, yes, but it's mostly a Goth Club." You giggle.

That made a lot more sense, and it explained the bat and skull attire. Price smiles slightly, amused by the cuteness of your giggle.

"A 'Goth Club'." He repeated softly. "An' you frequent there a lot?"

"Not all the time, I can enjoy the peace and quiet at home. A book, TV show, baking..." You trail off.

Price was practically melting on the inside. You were such a sweetheart.

"You bake?" He questions, his tone almost turning into a cooing.

So you were kind, polite, and you like to read and bake, too?

He was definitely in trouble.

"Yeah, when I was in college I had a little baking business to help with loans." You nodded enthusiastically.

Price’s heart was almost bursting inside his chest. You just kept getting cuter and cuter. Not just that, but you were ambitious and smart.

Bloody hell.

He had never fallen so hard before.

Price couldn't help the little flutter in his chest at the thought of you baking. The fact that you were making money with baking was really impressive. He wanted to know every little thing about you; past, present, future. He would be lying if he said he wasn't already a little obsessed.

"College, huh?" He asks, leaning against the counter. "What'd you study?"

"I did mixology for a little bit, and then I switched over to architecture to help get the building structure what we wanted." You used hand gestures out of excitement, happy to talk about you and your friend's dreams.

He smiled, admiring your excitement. "Architecture." He repeated, nodding. "That's impressive."

Architecture wasn't easy, especially not trying to make a building how you wanted. He could tell how passionate you were about this.

"Did you graduate?" He asks.

"I did! A few years ago,"

You were literally perfect.

"So this little gothic restaurant you're gonna work at- you designed it too, yeah?" He questions, wanting to know everything.

"Most of the design was by me, yes," you answered proudly. 

You had studied architecture, then gone on to design a full restaurant, one that you and your friend were opening soon. He was seriously falling for you. Hard.

"That's incredible." He said, admiring you, maybe even buttering you up in the chances of you saying yes to a date, "Must feel good, seein' your design come alive, yeah?"

"I'm so happy, it's a dream come true!" You couldn't suppress your bright grin, all teeth and eyes crinkling. 

Price was in love. It wasn't even funny. Seeing that bright grin made his heart leap in his chest. If he wasn't falling before, he most definitely was now. He was practically swooning. No one had made him fall for someone this fast. 

"I can tell." He smiles back, that soft, fond smile.

"One of my friends will be the head chef, she does a lot of culinary and her food is delicious! Definitely something I'd recommend to try out- she's trying new dishes for the opening too!" You mentioned. 

Price listened to you enthusiastically rant about your work, your friends, everything. It was the cutest thing imaginable hearing how excited you got talking about everything. He loved the way you'd light up when talking about your new restaurant.

He listens intently as you gushed about your passion, talking about anything and everything about it. It sounded like it would be a good place to eat; good food, good drinks, good atmosphere. He could see you being a very talented bartender, if your little potion is anything to go by.

"You'll be the bartender then?" He questions, raising a brow.

"A week after it opens." You reminded sweetly. 

"Right, a week after it opens." He repeated, a small smile on his face.

He wanted to know if you were single or not. But there's no way someone as perfect as you could be single, you were probably taken...

"Got any... special someone you wanna celebrate it with?" He asks softly.

"No, me and the group might have a celebration together at some point." You shook your head.

He had the chance.

He gave you a small smile, the thought of you being single had him practically dizzy.

"Oh yeah?" He muses, he was calm, but his mind was going crazy with excitement. "When you you think you'll have that celebration?"

"Maybe during the weekend, it's best to not come to run a restaurant hung over," you giggled, tucking hair behind your ear.

The way you smiled and giggled and talked, it sent butterflies through his stomach. This was new; he was normally the one doing the flirting. But you had him swooning. He wanted to just take you in his arms and never let you go.

"Guess that's a good idea." He said, smiling playfully at you. "The weekend then hm?"

"Likely, I'm free the rest of the week." You mentioned casually. 

Price's insides practically melted as you said that. You were free the rest of the week? That meant he had a chance to take you out on a date. A smile spread across his lips, his heart beating a little faster in his chest.

"Are you now?" He teased lightly, raising a brow. "Would you fancy trying your new restaurant on opening day?" He insinuates.

"Oh would I?" You almost squeal in excitement, over joyed at the offer.

It was so cute. You were so cute.

"Yeah," He says, still smiling that big, soft, and fond smile. "Would you? With me?" he adds with a coo in the undertone.

"I'd love too!" You nodded enthusiastically.

You said yes. You said yes to the date. The butterflies in his stomach felt more like fireworks as he looked at your excited face. 

"Great." He affirms, pleased, "I'll pick ya up then yeah?"

"Yeah! Here's my number-" you pull a card over, scribbling on it and handing it to him, the light glints on your nail polish spider web design

He flipped the card over, looking at the number. He was committing it to memory. He looked back up at you, smiling.

"I'll make sure to use it." He said, slipping the card into his pocket.

"See you then, John." You smile all giddy and excited. 

No one had made him smile this much in a while, he was normally the one doing the swooning. Your smile and the way you giggled made his heart flutter like crazy.

"I'll see you then, love."

You were so...different. You knew what you wanted. You knew your passion and executed it.

It was impressive, really. Most people just work with what they have, take what's dealt to them. But you? You went beyond. You decided to make a dream a reality, and by the look of things, it would be a success. You were determined and hardworking and ambitious, and you went after your dream no matter what.

Everything about you was different from women Price was used to. You were a go getter, a dream chaser. You had ambition, creativity, a spark.

But you were also kind, and sweet, and soft.

You liked history, that much was given. You had a interest in gothic architecture and strived to keep it alive.

And that mysterious aura—

Price would admit it; when he first walked up to your booth he had some prejudices. But you proved him wrong. He was completely fascinated by you. He wanted to learn everything about you.

He could tell you had secrets, things hidden beneath that sweet appearance. He was very interested to see how many secrets you had, and what they were.

He liked that about you; the air of mystery.

And the fact that you were just generally so attractive.

When opening day arrives, you are waiting outside the restaurant. You've went a little easy on the gathering make up, allowing John to see more of your natural features for the date.

Price pulled up to the restaurant, parking his car to the side. When he stepped out, he felt his jaw drop. You looked absolutely beautiful. The dress was simple but elegant, and your jewelry completed the look.

You were gorgeous.

Price just stared at you for a moment, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be able to see you like this. He walked over to you, his smile bright.

"You look stunning, love."

You twirled your dress a little, preening and blushing, "Thank you,"

He gave you a wide, fond smile, admiring the way the dress looked on you.

"Of course." He tilts his head. "Absolutely beautiful."

He offered you his arm. "Should we go in then, love?"

You wrapped your hand around his thick bicep, walking in to the restaurant. The sight is beautiful, people at tables, the smell of wood and rich timbre fills the air, warm lights everywhere to make the atmosphere moody and relaxing.

He was blown away; it was like he had stepped into a whole other world. It was relaxed yet elegant, like the people at the tables. The low lights gave it a moody, romantic feel, and Price couldn't help but think how beautiful it was. And you were responsible for it all.

He was definitely taking you home at the end of the night.

"Hi, table for two," you held up two fingers, smiling at the host.

The host smiled back and nodded, grabbing two menus. She lead you too your booth, setting the menus down for you. The table was near a large window that revealed the beautiful view outside, and the low mood lighting was just bright enough to read the menu. Price sat down in the seat across from you, picking up one of the menus. He scanned the menu, eyes practically going wide upon realizing how good everything sounded. He had a hard time trying to pick what to get.

You picked up your own coffin shaped menu, smiling in recognition.

The food names were odd, and a bit blunt to say the least, it was a complete vampire type of vibe in the building.

Price read through the different meals, eyes widening further as he realized it was all vampire themed. A "Bloody Mary" was a type of pizza, a "Count Garlic" was the appetizers. He was even more impressed with what he was seeing. He looked at the drink menu, and saw "Holy Communion", which was their cocktail list. He was thoroughly enjoying this. It was cool that you had turned the menu names into a theme. He set the menu down, smiling at you.

"This is interesting."

"That was the fun part about this, coming up with funny names." You giggled.

Price's heart skipped a beat as you giggled. It was so cute how  excited you were. You were practically glowing with happiness and pride. He was so gone for you.  He leaned forward on the table, propping his chin up with his hand, smiling at you.

"I love the names." He remarked. "Creative."

"I feel like you would really like the 'Dead Cow'." You inquired playfully

Price grinned, raising his eyebrows in interest. Dead Cow? That was an interesting name for a meal. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest.

"The 'Dead Cow', eh?" He hums, "That sounds promising."

He scans the menu, eyes landing on the dish.

'A 311 gram steak; typically cooked rare to sink your fangs into! Paired with roasted potatoes, deadly asparagus, and a fresh dead cow on top! Medium rare is fine... If you ask well-done we will ask you to leave.'

Price almost choked on his spit when he saw the description. It was so blunt, and darkly humorous. He couldn't help but bark out a laugh when he read the last part.

"Oh my god," He said in between his laughter. "This is fantastic."

You laughed with him, turning on the back of the menu.

"There's dessert too, if you'd be interested."

God, everything about this place was amazing.  He glanced back down at the menu, turning to the dessert page. He read through it, his mouth almost watering. They all sounded great. He looked back up at you, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm interested." He chuckled.

"Is it the lava cakes?" You grinned. 

He smiled back at you, impressed. "Yes, it is the lava cakes." He admitted, leaning back in his seat. "'ow'd you know?"

"Lucky guess?" You shrugged, closing your menu when the waitress comes

Price chuckled, shutting his menu as well as the waitress came over. He watched you closely, admiring you as you told her your order. He ordered the Rare Cow, because how could he not? When the waitress left to go put in the order, he looked back to you, resting his chin on his folded hands.

"You did really good with this place."

"I'm so happy it turned out like this," you sighed dreamily. 

You looked so happy, so content. He leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his hands as he continued to admire you.

"You should be proud o' yourself," he said sincerely. "You did that." He gestured around to the restaurant. "You really did that."

"With help," you added.

It was true that you had gotten help. But most of this was your idea. Your passion. Your creativity. Your hard work and determination. It was all you. 

"Still." He said, his tone gentle and earnest. "It's all you, love."

"Ah! You're here!" A woman squeals, walking over with her arm outstretched for a hug to you.

You gladly accepted, hugging her tight. "The day has finally come!" You said into her neck. 

Obviously a friend of yours.

"I know," the women smiled, pulling back from the hug. "We did it!"

"Oh, sorry—this is John, my...date for tonight." You introduced sheepishly, "And this is Charlotte, the owner of the restaurant."

He smiled, he was getting bits and pieces of your life and friendships. He held his hand out to shake hers.

"Pleasure to meet you, Charlotte." He said, his tone polite.

Charlotte smiled, shaking his hand. "The pleasure is all mine." She said cheerfully, then she gave you a wide grin, wiggling her eyebrows. "You kept this one a secret."

You sputter, trying to keep her voice down, "I did not!"

"You so did!" She teased. She turned her attention to Price. "This girl has never brought a date around us before."

You slap at her shoulder, mumbling something under your breath. Price grinned, watching you get a bit flustered as Charlotte teased you. So, you talked about him. That made him feel warm. Charlotte laughed, letting go of his hand.

"You never told me he was HOT!" She said cheerfully.

"Charlotte!" You whined.

Charlotte shrugged innocently. "What? He is!" She exclaims. 

"Go do your business stuff," you shooed, completely mortified and flustered.

He had his mouth covered with his hand, his shoulders shaking from how hard he was holding it in. Charlotte just laughed, clapping  you on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I'll leave you two be." She said with fake disappointment. "I'll have a bottle of wine taken to you guys, on the house." She winks.

"Thanks, now- get, go, shoo," you grumbled, completely embarrassed. 

Charlotte just smiled widely, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Fine, I'll leave you two, lovebirds alone." She teased.

You tucked your hair back, clearing your throat. "Sorry...she gets very loud when she's happy,"

Price finally let out the laugh he had been holding in. He leaned back in his seat, his face absolutely shining with amusement. Charlotte seemed nice. He smiled at you, his heart melting at the way you were.

"It's fine, love."

"I think she's great, actually." He chuckled.

Charlotte was just a little nosy, but it was all in good fun. Besides, he wanted to get to know more about you and your life.

"'ow do y'know 'er?" He asked curiously.

"College. We had a couple classes together, met our other friends and boom, we had a little goth friend group." You smiled wide at the memory.

It was sweet how all of your goth friends stuck together from college. He couldn't really connect with that; he never really made friends in the military. He had colleagues he tolerated, and that was about it besides his team. But you, you had friends you loved and who loved you. It was sweet.

"So...is Goth just the style?"

You shook your head politely, folding your hands on the table. "It's a subculture, the music genre is the classification."

A waitress comes up, dropping off a bottle of wine, "From the owner."

He loved the way you knew so much about this. He knew very little about the subculture, but he wanted to know as much as he could. He could listen to you talk about this all night.

"What genre is it exactly?" He asked, his tone curious and eager to learn more.

You proceed to kindly explain as you poured yourself some wine. The genre of goth has branching styles; there were many. Dark wave, cyber, steam punk, regular old punk goth, metal goth, the goth traditions and having a open mind. He learned about the music, about the traditions, the aesthetics, and everything he could about it. He loved hearing you talk about it. You were so knowledgeable and excited as you spoke. The waitress drops off your orders as you explain, giving her a kind nod of appreciation.

"Damn." He said when you finally finished explaining. "You're a scholar."

"It's just the basics for those who first get into it," you brush off politely. 

Price smiled, finding it cute how modest you were. The basics, yeah right. He bet you could tell people a lot more than just the basics.

"Hm, maybe I should start listening to goth music." He muses, half joking and half serious.

"Maybe you might find something you like," you comment, taking a sip of your wine.

He definitely found something he liked- you. The food on the table looks fantastic, it smells amazing, everything is going perfectly.

"I'm sure I will."

Price finished his first glass, setting it down on the table. The alcohol instantly warmed his body, relaxing him. He looked at all the different food on the table, not sure where to start.

"Everythin' looks great."

"Taste good too," you agree, cutting off another piece of chicken parmesan. 

Price took a bite of his steak. Perfectly cooked. Bloody, but not too bloody, the flavor burst into his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction.

"Holy..." He muttered between bites. "It's delicious."

"So John, what do you do for work?" You grabbed your wine glass, looking over at him with a curious expression.

He took time considering the question. He couldn't tell you everything, of course. But he didn't want to lie to you either.

"I work in private military." He settled on saying.

"Ohhh, that's cool!" You nodded along, interested in the new direction the conversation was going. 

Price smiled. Thank god you didn't ask more. Most people would. They'd ask what kind of private military, what missions he's been on, what his job was specifically. But you didn't ask, you just accepted that and moved on. He was very grateful for that. It was the downside of his job. He was pretty much forced to lie to people, even his loved ones.

"Yeah." He continued, "it's an interesting job."

"So I take it you're off for the time being?" You asked. 

Price smiled again. You really didn't ask probing questions, did you? It was a much better change of pace then what he was used too. Most people wanted all the info, wanted to know everything. It was refreshing that you just accepted what he said without being pushy.

"I am." He replied.

Price couldn't believe it. He wasn't one to believe in luck, but damn, he was feeling lucky. This date really was perfect. The restaurant was amazing, the food was so good, and the company was absolutely out of this world. Talking to you was so easy, he found himself constantly smiling, laughing, and just having a great time.

He never wanted this night to end.

Price insist for you to wear his jacket before you went out into the chilly London night air, that dress wouldn't do much to keep you warm.

You tried to refuse, saying you were fine and that you didn't need it. But he was persistent, and honestly, the way you looked in his jacket was something he couldn't resist.

"Please." He insisted, slipping his jacket around your shoulders, "you'll freeze."

You smiled sheepishly, tugging it around your shoulders as his lingering warmth soothed your skin.

"You smell good," you remarked softly as you looped your arm with his.

He made a mental note to wear that cologne more often. He kept your arm tucked close to his, walking close so you could absorb more of his warmth.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking down at you. "What's it like?"

"I can't really place it, but it's nice." You replied all bashful and giddy. 

His jacket was much too big for you, but you looked great in it.

You were holding his arm with both of your hands, like couples do. He smiled down at you, his eyes absolutely lighting up with joy. No one's ever held onto his arm like that before. None of his ex's, none of his flings.

It was something special that only you did.

Everything was just perfect right now. The weather, the night air, the city lights. And most of all, you.

He loved that, he loved the feeling of being wanted. Being needed. To be touched and held close by someone he wanted so bad. He moved his other hand to cover your hands, his fingers running over yours.

Price slowed to a stop as you reached the parking lot, his heart starting to race a bit. You had an entire parking lot to yourselves. No one to bother you, no one to interrupt. He looked down at you, staring into your eyes. He didn't know if it was appropriate to kiss you right now.

He didn't know where things stood between you two now that he thinks about it.  Did you want him to walk you to your front door? Did you want him to drive you home? This was the moment where decisions had to be made.

"I...had a lot of fun, thank you for tonight," You smiled nervously, teeth shining past your lipstick.

Price couldn't take his eyes off of you. The way the street lights hit you, the way the air blew your hair, everything about you in this moment was just perfect.

"Me too." He replied, his fingers moving to rest against your chin, tilting your head upwards to look him in the eyes.

He loved how those big, shiny eyes of yours looked when you smiled.

"Do you want me to walk you 'ome?"

Where was your head at? Is it okay to pursue?

"I don't live too far, and you drove all the way out here..." You declined politely. 

He could see the want in your eyes as you denied him. It was driving him insane. He knew he should let you go, walk you to the door, like a proper date should.

He needed more time with you.

"Could I see you again?" You both asked in unison, the action makes you snort and truly laugh. 

Price was a little startled, not expecting you to ask the same exact question. But the awkwardness was quickly brushed off as the two of you started laughing. His heart was racing from that. You wanted to see him again. His smile grew wider, his hand falling from your chin to your hip, pulling you in.

"Yeah." He agreed, breathlessly. "Yeah, 'course."

"I would like to see you again, I mean." You clarified with the last shred of shy tension gone, growing bold. 

"Yeah? You'd like that?" He questioned in a low, soft voice, looking down at you intently.

You nodded wordlessly, smile dropping into something less cheery into... Sly.

"Your jacket...?" You tugged on the collar.

Price's smile shifted into something more darker, more hungry. You wanted a bit more then just a goodbye. He let out a hum, his eyes raking over your body, pausing at how you looked in his jacket.

He absolutely did not want his jacket back.

"I think it looks better on you." He replied.

He slouches, his body pressing against you as his head hovered a few inches above yours.

His heart was racing, all the blood in his body pumping south. You smiled wide, making your eyes crinkle. Your hands cupped his bearded jaw, leaning up and— planting a kiss on his cheek. Price's brain short-circuited when he felt your lips touch his skin, and then immediately rerouted all of his brain function to his core. The feel of your soft, plump lips on his skin drove him nuts.

Pulling back, your blush is across your nose, a giggle bubbling in your throat.

"I was hoping you'd let me keep it... Gives a reason for us to see each other."

His eyes were glued to your lips as he let out a low rumble, practically growling in the back of his throat with a knowing smirk at your actions. You were being cheeky, and your little smile tells him you know it too.

"Call me?" You asked, backing away a few steps.

"I absolutely will." He replied, rougher than usual, almost in a trance. 

"I'll be waiting." You nodded, turning and walking down the street.

Price watched you walk away for a minute, his eyes glued to your frame walking down the street. His mind replayed the feel of your lips on his skin, the heat of your body pressed up against his, the sound of your soft, breathy giggles.

He could see the sway of your hips, the way you looked completely wrapped up in his jacket- your sweet, beautiful, innocent face, turned back to him with the promise of a second date- all drove him insane. He swallowed heavily and pulled his car keys out.

But he made a promise to himself, he was going to take this slow, and not scare you away. But god was that going to be a test of his self-restraint.

....It's a wonder how he didn't notice your fangs, though. 

[diamondkat]

I have decided to contribute to the theories on what possibly canonically happened between Vox and Alastor that led to their relationship ending. For the sake of this theory creation, I will be taking everything said by the characters at face value. The things that I will be taking into consideration for this theory are the following: what was said in the interactions that we have seen between them so far; the creator describing what happened between them as sad and complicated; Alastor being under a contract and; Alastor being one of the main characters.

The first thing to consider will be that based on the creator saying that it is sad and complicated, they would have both been friends and the reason for their break up would not be a single person's fault. There would likely be issues outside and within the relationship that would lead to it ending. On the other hand, Alastor being a main character also means that the narrative will likely favour him in the reason for their break up. If you take all of that with the knowledge that Alastor doesn't own his soul, there is a chance that his owner was involved in why their relationship ended up falling apart.

We also have to consider Vox and Alastor's statements about each other. On Vox's side, he accuses Alastor of being in the past and of being a coward. Alastor, on the other hand, accuses Vox of being a fake whose power comes from using those around him to appear powerful and a person who can't take a "No". This should also give us a clue regarding how they see what went wrong in their relationship. Vox sees Alastor as someone who brave enough to do certain things/potentially make changes and Alastor sees Vox as someone who takes advantage of those around him and throws a fit when he doesn't get his way.

Regarding what happened during their potential last fight, we only have what is said by Vox and Valentino, which is Valentino asking, "You still pissed he almost beat you that time?," and Vox replying, "Uh, fuck you." This was followed by Vox declaring that things had changed in Alastor's absence and he was going to show who was really in charge of things now. Based on this, it can be said that Vox won their last fight, but not in a way that left him confident in his ability to take on Alastor directly at the time. Therefore, his hope was that the time that had passed had finally put him ahead of Alastor.

Taking all these points together, here is my theory. Alastor and Vox were genuinely friends. I don't know if Vox had a crush on Alastor or not but the friendship between them went both ways. Alastor's support of Vox enabled him to grow quickly in hell and allowed him to be considered a force to be reckoned with. Vox over time got used to Alastor granting him things. However, Alastor's owner wasn't quite as happy with their relationship. She decided to interfere in their relationship, probably trying to poison the relationship. She might have suggested a simple test where Alastor told Vox, "No" when next he asked him for something. After all, Alastor has a tendency to let his friends get away with asking whatever they want from him based on his relationships with Mimzy and Niffty. This coincided with Vox having big plans for them to work together to go to the next level. Alastor said no and Vox took it very poorly. He couldn't understand why Alastor would completely turn him down. Vox's reaction proved some of the things that Alastor's owner had said to him leaving him disappointed and betrayed. Vox likely also did not handle what he considered a rejection well, particularly if Valentino was involved in poisoning things on Vox's side. This would have led to an escalation that would end in a fight, in which Alastor almost seriously hurts Vox but Vox manages to gain the upper hand, likely with the help of Valentino. My headcanon is that it is this fight that damages Vox and Valentino's antennas.

The radiostatic headcanon part of this is that Rosie thought that they were romantically involved but it turned out that Vox was attracted to Alastor while Alastor thought everything they were doing was about friendship. This is part of how Rosie figured out that Alastor was asexual.

[xsister-serpent]

Seduce & Destroy

Summary:  Sith!Reader makes Kylo cry in the best way.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ / Female receiving / Dacryphilia Big Time /Begging /Female Squirting 

Notes: Word Count 2519

A/N: Decided to make a Dacryphilia blurb with Kylo Ren. There's just something about making this man whimper and beg that does things to me. Based on this song. (I need help.) Anyways enjoy! 

Kylo stood outside the door to your quarters. He could sense your presence through the force. He could feel your anger as it grew stronger and stronger.

He could feel every single one of your thoughts and feelings across the ship.

The thought of leaving you here in your quarters was making him uncomfortable. It felt wrong because he knew there was no way for him to help without intruding further.

He paced back and forth as he felt your anger spiking.

“You might as well come in,” You replied taking a sip of your wine. 

Kylo's heart rate quickened as he heard your voice. He took a step towards the door, stopping himself before he could cross into the room. 

Instead, he spoke loudly from the other side of the door.

"What are you doing?"

His tone was still in its usual low and husky nature, but there was a hint of curiosity mixed with concern.

With a hiss, the door opened and he entered smelling the incense of sandalwood lingering in the air.

Your room was dimly lit as you hated the bright white cold lights of the Finalizer. You took a drink as you heard Kylos familiar footsteps enter and the door closing shut. 

“Getting drunk,” You bluntly spoke, “What are you doing here?? Surely there are more war prisoners for you to torture??” 

Kylo felt your words and how you spoke them to be a slight jab at him. He wanted to snap back at you but managed to contain himself. He stayed silent for a few seconds as he tried to think of another reason to have come to your room other than just checking up on you. But for once he fell silent.

Your eyebrows rose as you took a seat in your leather chair across from him, “Oh Gods, have you lost your voice??”

 A chuckle escaped you as you carefully leaned back into the chair. You were already feeling the slight haze in your mind and the warmth in your chest. Kylo's expression slightly tightened at the sound of your laughs. His silence remained, and he took another step into your room. 

His eyes scanned your body, the way it relaxed in that chair with a bottle of wine in your hand. There was a small bit of frustration he felt as he continued to stare at you, as he watched you further lower yourself into the haze. 

"Stop,"  He finally spoke, his voice still in its usual low and husky tone. 

“You know this is my quarters, which means I have power here,” You stated, “And no, I won’t stop.”

You didn’t bother to understand why he was here. Everywhere you went, he was always there not too far behind. Even in moments like this. It drove you insane, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

"You're going to get drunk," Kylo's response was short and blunt as he took another step towards you. 

“That’s the point Kylo,” You mumbled as you reached for your wine glass getting another drink, “Why are you here?” 

"I'm trying to stop you from getting drunk-" 

Kylo stopped as he realized just how much he was like a parent at that moment. It made him stop for a few moments as he tried to find another reason to be in your quarters, but he couldn't find one other than the original he had. 

He stayed silent for a few moments as he tried to think of anything to say before he spoke again.

"May I?"

You waved your hand motioning to the wine bottle, “By all means. It’s better than your little taste test of me.” 

As much as you wanted to forget you couldn’t.  The forceful way he placed his hand down your trousers. How his fingers entered your wet folds to coat his fingers. It was like a drug to him almost, the taste of your sex and the scent. He kept his index finger pointed vertically up the cheek and his middle finger brushed against his nose to inhale that scent.

“I don’t even know why I let you do it,” You stated quietly as he took a glass out for himself.

"I wouldn't call that a taste test, more of a", Kylo’s voice drifted as he came back towards you.

Your words struck a chord within him as he noticed the way your eyes narrowed, and your body tensed slightly as you spoke. 

He decided not to continue with his comment, it was trouble enough that he was here alone with you. 

Kylo poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle on your desk, as he then sat down across you in the other chair.

“Oh???” You challenged him with a hint of annoyance in your voice, “Go on say it. I’m curious to hear what you have to say Kylo.”

His eyebrow rose as he noticed the way you were staring at him. It was almost like a stare-down, but he knew he had already lost.

 "What do you want me to say? That I enjoyed it?" He retorted before taking a drink of his wine.

There was a small bit of curiosity mixed with a bit of boldness in his tone. 

“Did you??” You asked in a low hushed voice.

Kylo's entire body frame seized. 

You decided you wanted to hurt him now. You wanted to break him as much as he did you. And in that moment of his weakness, you knew how.

“Did it feel good to taste me? To taste that forbidden fruit? To smell me on your fingers?” 

His eyes remained locked on yours as he sat across from you, as he felt his body tense and his heart rate quicken. You had never spoken to him like this...in such a sensual and provocative way.

"Yes," he spoke simply as his voice turned into a whisper, "Yes it did..."

He would not lie to you or hide any of the feelings about that moment from you, and he was prepared for whatever reaction that you would have. 

A cruel laugh emerged from your lips as the drunkenness as well as this newfound power over Kylo sparked something in you. 

“You’re the worst you know that,” You spoke with a cruel smile.

 Kylo’s eyes didn’t stop following you as you walked over towards him. With newfound anger and lust, you weren’t sure how to differentiate the two anymore, you grabbed his neck slightly applying pressure to him. 

 “You still want that taste?” You asked him seeing his eyes stare back at you with a sort of lovesick gaze. 

"Yes,” Kylo whispered out as you held his neck. His eyes shifted over to your fingers as you applied pressure to him. 

His eyes closed and he bit down on his lower lip as he let out a moan, "More than I could ever say..."

You with the force, grabbed him and shoved him into the wall knocking him to his knees. His breathing became hard and heavy as he was looking at you in a mix of lust and fear. You pulled his collar down to your height as you kissed him deeply with feverish anger. You pinned his arms back against the wall as you invaded his mouth mercilessly. The feeling of your lips pressing against his was driving his heart rate through the roof. A whimper escaped his throat as you broke apart from him sucking in a breath. His pink flushed lips parted slightly as he tried to lick your lips back into his kiss. 

“Beg me to stop,” You repeated to him just as he did with you. 

The way you spoke to him... The way you demanded him...

Oh, how he loved it...

"Please..." He whined to say between gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

The mix of wine and the power you exhumed over him sent your senses afire. Kylo’s whimpering and moans filled your ears as you used more force. You released him from your grip and forced him to kneel with a slight wave of your hand. A strained groan escaped him as he realized you were more powerful than you had been. 

“P-please, I need it, I need you,” Kylo's tone was in a whine as he was stunned by your power, “I don’t care how pathetic I sound! I need you to use me!!”

His eyes were suddenly becoming glossy, almost tearful as his face was now pink and flushed. 

Gods he must’ve dreamed about this You mused to yourself as he was now looking up at you. 

You kept your eyes on him as your hands went to the waistband of your trousers. Kylo’s eyes shifted to your waist as your hands reached the zipper. It was a look of pure hunger in his eyes.

You took off your trousers exposing yourself fully to him. His lips parted slightly as his face was pink, his eyes eager and his mouth ready to please.

This was a different kind of power trip now. And You wanted to fully use it.

You moved in front of him and took a handful of his raven hair pushing his face into your pussy. A ‘Mmphf!’ whimper escaped Kylo’s throat, vibrating it into your core. 

You could feel him whining in pleasure as his mouth kissed your folds. His tongue flattened out as he moved it delicately between your lower lips. 

“Y-you wanted this,” You stifled back a moan feeling his wet kisses and tongue glide into your hot wet slit. 

The sight before him made his heart race even faster, which was a surprise considering how quickly it was already going. He was trembling as he buried his face in you. The moans and whimpers he let out added to the pleasure it brought you. 

Kylo's hands groped at your hips as he begged you to keep him there. He wasn't going to deny your last comment, he did want this, no matter the source and motivation for wanting it.

“I do,” he whimpered between each suck, “Me being down here, while you’re up there. ”

His lips pressed against your folds, and the sounds that were now escaping his throat were not of protest, but pure ecstasy. He didn't want this to stop. He wanted more. 

“I-I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” You moaned as you began to palm your own breast keeping your other hand firmly on his head. 

 Your slight chuckle escaped your lips that turned into a heated pant. Your eyes fluttered open to glance down seeing his eyes slightly water with tears. His pale skin was now a flushed pink hue as he looked up with desperation.  His tongue moved with ravenous hunger making you feel a shortness of breath.

“G-gods Kylo,” You whimpered feeling his tongue move deeper, “I bet you dreamed of this.”

His eyes stared back up at you as tears fell them, you were in control of this entire situation, and him. And you knew exactly what he wanted. 

"I-I did,” Kylo breathed deeply savoring the full taste of you. 

You sighed in pleasure and slightly pulled his head away stopping him from continuing.

A whine erupted from him as you pulled his head away, carrying a slight strain of your cum on his lips. His lips were wet as was his chin, he looked beautiful.

“Do you love me?” You asked him feeling the buzz of his pleasure from his mouth the buzz of the wine in your system. 

Kylo stared back at you as he blinked the tears he was trying to keep suppressed away. He then gazed back at you with a look filled with love. 

"Yes,” he softly admitted through a few tears, “I love you..."

A faint smile came upon your face and pulled his face back against your pussy once more making Kylo muffle his moan. The moment your hand returned to his back again, his lips started working hard again. Your tossed head back as a groan of pleasure came out. 

“K-keep going,” You heatedly whispered as his tongue moved around, slowly exploring every inch of the wet center. 

His hands kept groping at your hips as he pushed them up, urging you to move even further onto him. 

A gasp escaped you as you felt his face burying deeper. His nose brushed against your clit stimulating you even more. That wave of pleasure was increasing, building deep within you.

“G-gods Kylo,” You groaned feeling your climax bearing down on you. 

 You looked down seeing his tear-stained eyes staring up at you in admiration and lovesick. You sucked in a breath as your felt my chest seize and core tightened against his fingers moved in and out at a quick pace. 

“Give it to me Y/N, p-please!” he begged, his hot breath grazing against your bundle of nerves, “Give. It. To. Me.” You were struggling for breath as you felt his mouth encase your pussy once again. His mouth was moving mercilessly against you as his fingers pumped into you. That sweet pressure between your legs was climbing further and further as Kylo’s tongue entered you. Your eyes shot open as you felt your body begging for release. Your hips began to buck into Kylo’s face as he muffled his moans into your folds, that beautiful sound of your wetness on his lips was music to him. He could feel your wetness on his face and chin and the wonderful tenseness of your arousal swelling against his mouth. 

“D-damn it,” You panted feeling him move faster feeling every muscle in your being grow tighter and tighter.

 Your climax suddenly ripped into you causing me to jolt forward into Kylo’s mouth. Your eyes shut tighter as you felt a sudden gush leave you in a loud guttural moan. Your hand firmly rested on his raven locks intertwining them in your fingers. 

“Please! Please! Please!", his words were a mix of both moans and gasps as he felt you tighten around his fingers, his mouth parted as he saw and heard your wetness gliding out of you. 

Kylo whimpered once again as he felt you release on his face, as your essence dribbled down your legs and onto his mouth. He was drinking up everything that you were releasing. He heard your panting and the soft grunts he was making himself. It was a pleasure he had craved for a long time now.  As you gathered your bearings and looked down at him. His face was completely dampened now with a mix of your own cum and squirt. He lapped at your clit once more savoring your shaken breathing and taste.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” You spoke as your hand went to cup his pink cheeks.

Kylo’s head tilted backward as he moaned softly at your words and touch. He was in a state of complete bliss as he felt your wetness spread from his mouth down his jawline and neck. It became clear at that moment you had marked him with your scent, and he relished it.

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[nagichi-boop]

I saw a post about Movie!Maria and Game!Maria about how the tragedy of Maria in the game is that she would have died to her disease if she wasn't shot, and how the tragedy of Maria in the movie is that she could have lived a full life and didn't get the chance to.

Perhaps that's the reason for the erasure? Either that or they simply couldn't figure out how to portray it.

Okay, am finally getting around to writing this. Hopefully you dont mind me using this ask as a springboard to address some thoughts I’ve seen on the matter? It’s something I’d like to explore and I figured this would be a good opportunity for it. /lh

I will preface this by saying that although Maria’s illness being removed in the film was a bit disappointing to me, I’m not deeply offended by the choice either. I also don’t think it ruins the films by any means and I still really enjoyed it. I just want to share my thoughts as someone who is disabled and finds Maria to be a refreshing source of representation.

Spoilers for Sonic 3 (ofc)

I’ll start with the point you mentioned in your ask. (I haven’t seen the post you referred to, but hopefully I’ve understood what the perspective is.)

“Movie!Maria’s death is more tragic because she isn’t terminally ill and so had her whole life ahead of her”

I can definitely see this perspective, though I’d argue it’s not entirely true. Dark Beginnings gave a bit more information on Maria’s condition. For one, her symptoms were in remission because of the low gravity on the ARK. That means, to my understanding, that she had more time to live, even if a cure wasn’t found. The other thing is that Gerald was still working on a cure, so she still had the hope of being cured one day. Whether a cure would’ve been found we don’t know because her life was tragically cut short and the research stopped. The tragedy in her death was that she had hope of a cure to finally go to earth, but her death wasn’t even caused by her illness in the end.

Movie!Maria arguably had a better chance of a more fulfilling life given she was able bodied and lived on earth. But as far as I can remember, we don’t really know why she was living at the GUN research facility. I guess it was to be with Gerald? I suppose you could argue that she never had the chance to figure out who she wanted to be, but her backstory isn’t super developed in the films. I understand given they had the rest of the story to tell, but ultimately we don’t really know much about how her life would’ve been.

I think either way her death was tragic. Neither one to me feels more or less tragic than the other.

“They didn't have time to write her as being sick”

That assumes that they had to make a big deal of her being sick. There are a few easy tweaks that could’ve been made to hint at her being disabled without making it a huge spectacle. Maybe when she first shows up, they comment how she is there because Gerald wants to monitor her condition. Maybe there’s a scene where she is using a mobility aid. Maybe in the scene where Shadow is having tests done on him, Maria is too. It would also be a way to show that being disabled isn’t her entire identity, it’s just a part of her life.

Shadow’s backstory also wouldn’t really need to be changed in my opinion. Maybe his presence has nothing to do with providing a cure for Maria. Or maybe in the midst of testing his DNA, they find there may be a way to cure her. His backstory of being from a comet wouldn’t need to change at all.

“It’s too sad for a kid’s movie”

I don’t really get this one if I’m being entirely honest. Maybe they didn’t want to show a disabled girl being killed, but they still ultimately killed a child on screen which is tragic in itself. They also killed multiple other characters throughout the films, so they’re not shy to it at least. I don’t know that her being disabled makes killing a child more tragic? As I said in my previous point, they didn't even have to heavily depict her disability. I don’t have much to say about this point and I’m not sure how to properly articulate my thinking on it, but I don’t think a disabled character dying would be much sadder than her being able bodied and dying. She is still a young girl being killed.

One argument I saw was that they might have removed her sickness because of the COVID still being a fairly recent event. But I really hope that wasn’t the thinking. I get that it was - and still is - something that causes distress, but erasing a character’s sickness because of it feels a bit silly to me. Also a love of people, including teenagers, were disabled by COVID. It would almost be like saying “hey so we don’t want to think about that, so we are gonna just make this more palatable for the people watching.” I highly doubt this was the thinking, but tiptoeing around the idea of disability because of COVID kinda feels like the opposite of what should be happening.

“Killing a disabled character is cheap”

Eh, I’d argue erasing a character’s disability is worse. At the end of the day, they’re still killing a child, which in itself could be argued as being ‘cheap.’

“The writers didn’t know about her in-game lore/the information from Gerald’s Journal wasn’t available at the time of writing”

This one I can kinda understand. I can’t verify it, but I did hear that the whole NIDS thing was apparently only mentioned in guide books or something released a while after the games were? I can’t remember the specifics of what I was told. If that is the case, the writers not knowing about her being sick makes enough sense to me. I’d argue that if they were about to implement references from Sonic 06 and even include Sanic that they could read the wiki page on Maria and quickly see she was at the very least chronically ill, but I don’t know their process.

I feel like I had other points I wanted to discuss, but I can’t think of them right now. Hopefully this at least expresses my viewpoint on things. Again, I am not deeply enraged or offended that they changed her backstory. There are a lot of things I actually like about her depiction in the films. I do really like the playful and friendly dynamic they have in the movie. They’re friendly in the games, but we only ever really see Maria as being an emotional support to Shadow. In the movie, that comes after we see the silly interactions they share.

I think I’m more disappointed than anything. I was really happy at the disability representation in Dark Beginning’s and Generations/Gerald’s Journal, especially with regards to invisible and dynamic disabilities. I suppose at the end of the day, the movies are a separate canon from the games, so if they can change the backstories for other characters like Sonic and Shadow, they can change Maria’s. I suppose I was just looking forward to seeing a chronically ill character on the big screen.

Thanks for the ask! I’m glad to have hopefully been able to explain my thoughts on the matter, even if you don’t agree with them.

(I really do hope this makes sense. It’s pretty late as I’m writing this and I haven’t really proofread it.)

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU REALLY WANT ME TO...?"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH DAVE

I hope you like it! 😊🖤

Dave walked into the reading room of your bookstore and was fascinated by the sheer number of comics there.

You smiled at the excited expression on his face, and when he saw you looking at him, he turned to you, his cheeks flushed.

"Thanks for i-inviting me," he stammered nervously for a moment. "The comic collection you have here is really cool."

"I know," you smiled. "It's one of the reasons I wanted to work here," you whispered. "I come here to read during my lunch breaks."

"It's an amazing place," he cleared his throat. "I-I like your t-shirt," he commented.

You looked down at your t-shirt with the Captain America shield in the center.

"Thanks," you smiled, and he felt like he was going to faint.

"God, you're so pretty," he blurted out suddenly, making you tilt your head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't know why… I didn't mean to…" He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"Calm down, it's okay," you assured him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound weird or anything. It's just… you… I… I really didn't mean to say it like that." He rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "God, I've messed up, haven't I?"

"I wouldn't say that," you whispered. "Why do you think you're here, Dave?"

"For the book club you've…" He stopped, realizing, "organized for the two of us. Just the two of us," he clarified. "Shit, I'm an idiot," he blurted out. "Although I must say the book is long and a bit complicated. It's 900 pages, and I didn't understand the first half."

"Did you like it?" You asked, interested

"Yes," he murmured timidly. "Why am I here, Y/N?"

"You've been watching me for a while," you began tentatively, "and I wanted to talk to you about it."

"About what?"

"About your feelings for me," you said, very confidently, making him blush even more.

"I-I don't know what you mean," he defended himself. "I was looking at you because you're out of my league," he confessed. "My friends say I have a knack for choosing people I couldn't stand a chance with."

"Who told you you don't stand a chance with me?" you questioned, making him look at you with wide eyes.

"No one… I guess," he murmured thoughtfully. "It's just that you and I… I don't think it would work out."

"Why?"

"Because you're the popular girl all the boys want to ask to the prom," he gave a sad smile, "and I'm the class weirdo everyone only remembers to ask for their homework," he explained. "Admit it, we're from different worlds

"We go to the same school, Dave," you reminded him, laughing, "and as far as I know, we're both on planet Earth, right?"

"Well… yes, but…"

"Which means we're both in the same world," you concluded. "You'll have to come up with other arguments."

"I didn't make anything up," he assured you. "I thought you only talked to me about the comics and because we're in the same class," he whispered. "Do you…?"

"Kiss me, Dave."

"What?"

"Kiss me," you repeated. He laughed.

"I get it, it's a test, right?" "He smiled. "In that case, I won't fall for it," he affirmed. "I know you like first editions." He looked at the shelves. "I'm sure several of those are, especially the bestsellers…"

"Dave," you interrupted gently, making him look at you shyly. "This isn't a test"

"Does that mean y-you really w-want me to…"

"Yes," you affirmed, causing him to shake his head nervously.

"II-I n-never…"

"It's fine," you reassured him. "Why don't you sit here, closer to me?" you offered.

He, without a second thought, sat down in the seat next to you.

You studied him for a few moments, and he did the same with you.

You traced the curve of his cheek with your fingers, causing him to tense for a moment under your touch.

"Your eyes…" you whispered. "They're beautiful."

"Thank you, I suppose?" "I don't know what to say to that," he blurted out, blushing.

"You don't have to answer everything I ask if you don't want to, Dave," you smiled, and he nodded, making the red in his cheeks deepen.

"Sure, s-sorry, I'm just…," he swallowed hard, "very nervous."

"You don't have to be," you whispered. "I'll take care of you."

His gaze focused intensely on yours, his eyes slowly scanning your face, as if he didn't want to look at you too much but at the same time didn't want to stop.

"I want to kiss you," he blurted out suddenly, "but c-can we start s-slowly, please?"

"Of course, we're in no rush," you assured him with a flirtatious smile.

He slowly moved closer to you, placing his lips on yours.

You felt him tilt his head to deepen the kiss.

You placed your arms around his neck, causing him to murmur something against your mouth as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

Then he suddenly pulled away, causing you to look at him closely.

"Are you okay?" you asked. He nodded shyly.

"Yeah, it's just…" he swallowed hard. "I think I-I'm…" he licked his lips. "I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh my god, you're adorable," you whispered, causing him to turn back. he was about to blush - I'm in love with you too - you murmured, kissing him again -

[alotofpockets]

First crush | Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Yelena experiences what a crush is for the first time in her life.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.4k

Yelena didn't exactly experience her teenage years the same way most people did. She didn't get to have crushes, or relationships. She didn't get to experience love, though she had learned that not everyone experiences love when they are a teenager, and that many people experience their first love in their twenties, at least that's something she wasn't behind on in life.

When she met you, after her sister brought her back to the compound, she didn't understand what it was that was different about you. You made her feel warm inside, her stomach felt funny when you smiled her way, and her heartbeat sped up when you would touch her arm. At first she thought that something might be wrong with her, so when the symptoms weren't going away, she went to the infirmary to get checked out. 

When Dr. Cho asked her about the symptoms, the woman realized what was happening right away. She did some tests to make sure there weren't any underlying things that would cause the same symptoms but she couldn't find anything. “Yelena, you have what they would call a crush.” Yelena looked at the doctor in confusion. “A crush?” Dr. Cho nods, "It's when you have feelings for someone. It's nothing medical, and I did some check ups just to be sure, those revealed that you're perfectly healthy.”

Yelena walks out of the infirmary confused. What did it mean to have a crush? Why did she only get it when you were around?

She nervously knocked on her sister's door, maybe she has some answers for her. “Hey, Yelena, what's up?” Natasha asked as she opened the door. “Have you ever had a crush?” Yelena walks in without an answer from her sister and sits down on her bed. “I have.” Natasha replies, “Why, what's going on?” 

“Well I went to Dr. Cho because when I was around y/n, my heart would race, and my stomach would feel weird, and I thought something was wrong but she told me that it's nothing medical. She said I had a crush, and I don't know what that means.” Natasha's eyes softened as she sat down next to her sister. “Oh yeah, it's nothing bad. A crush means that you like someone. So, in your case, you like y/n.” Yelena's brow furrows, “But there's other people I like too, and they don't make me feel that way.” 

“You're right, I didn't explain that very well. So, you can like someone and you can like-like someone. When you like someone, you enjoy being their friend. When you like-like someone, you like them more than a friend, you might even want to be in a relationship with them.” Yelena finally started to understand what it meant to have a crush. “So, you had a crush on Wanda because you wanted her to be your girlfriend?” Natasha watched her sister with a smile on her face as the younger woman looked as if a whole new world was opening up for her. “Exactly, I had a crush on Wanda, and then I asked her to be my girlfriend when I realized that she had a crush on me as well.” 

Natasha spoke more about crushes to her, and answered all the questions that Yelena had. She started to understand the concept and the meaning behind the things she was feeling a bit more. However, that didn’t mean that this ‘crush’ wasn’t scary anymore. Yelena had no idea what she should expect next.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like Yelena from the minute she had entered the compound alongside Natasha. Did you believe in love at first sight? No, you did not but you believed in connection at first sight. She was beautiful, even when it looked like she had just fought off an army, which wasn’t too far off you heard later when the two told the team about taking down the red room. She was witty, always had a comeback right away, and above all else, you were attracted to the way her smile lit up your world. 

You loved the way her cheeks would blush when your hand touched her arm at something funny that she had said. The way she would get nervous when the two of you had eye contact for a moment longer than necessary. She was adorable, and you hoped with all of your heart that you were reading into her actions correctly. 

It wasn’t until a few months later that you had made a move. It was just something simple to test the waters, a movie night in your room. You had gotten a bunch of the girl's favorite snacks, asking Natasha for help. The evening had started with the both of you sitting on your respective sides of the bed, but throughout the movie both of you kept scooting closer together, until she leaned into your side, and your hands had intertwined in her lap. The simple gesture made your heart race. 

You had asked her if you could kiss her when the movie ended, and she was about to go back to her own room. “I’ve never done that before.” She had told you nervously. “That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Her eyes shot up to yours, “Wait, I do want to.” You smile at her softly. “Do you trust me?” She nodded. You reached up your hands to her cheeks, keeping your eyes on hers in case you saw any hint that she was uncomfortable. You lean in slowly, until your lips are on hers. The kiss was soft and sweet, and when you pulled away both of you were left smiling like teenagers. 

Yelena had shared more about her childhood, and the lack of being able to explore who she was, and what and who she liked. You had told her that you were okay with taking things slow, and that you wanted her to be comfortable every step of the way. So, that’s what you did. 

Slowly over time Yelena started to get more confident in her touches, and her kisses. Yelena made you very happy, and everyone around you could see that the two of you were meant for each other. You had never minded taking things slow, just being with Yelena was enough to make you happy.

That’s how you found yourself five months later, surprising Yelena with a movie night for your anniversary. You wanted to commemorate your first date in a special way, so you had set up a big blanket fort. The blanket fort was filled with pillows, blankets, fairy lights, snacks, and pictures of the two of you together. You looked at your creation proudly before you finally let Yelena open her eyes to see the surprise. 

Yelena cannot believe her eyes when she sees the fort. She instantly reaches for your hand and pulls you into it, looking around at all the decorations you had added. When she feels that your eyes are on her, she turns around to face you. Her heart skips a beat, the way the fairy lights lit up your face and how they sparkled in your eyes had her mesmerized. “This is amazing, I love it so much.” She says as she goes in for a hug, tackling you to the pillow covered ground in the process. You’re both laughing until there are tears in your eyes. You loved moments like this. Once you had both wiped away the tears, Yelena was looking at you full of adoration. “I love you, y/n.” Her words catch you by surprise. “You love me?” Yelena nods, “I do, and I think I have for a while.” Your smile grows wide, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. “I love you too, Yelena.” The girl looked as if she wasn’t expecting you to say it back for a moment but the look quickly changed into excitement. She leaned up and connected her lips with yours. 

The plan of watching a movie was long forgotten as the sweet kiss turned more passionate, and led you to make out in the fort. You were a big fan of these new plans too, as always just happy to be with Yelena. It was safe to say that the blanket fort was a big success. 

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[nymphie66]

God Bless America pt 3

Part One

Part Two

Description: Things are back on track between you and Ben, and you've found a sort of peace. Vought is determined to ruin that.

Author's note: This hyperfixation is really serving. This may be the last part of this mini-fic, as I've literally just been writing things as they've entered my mind and they just happen to be cohesive. But who knows! Uni starts up again imminently, hopefully I'll catch a break. Feel free to send in prompts or scenarios and I could probably bang something drabbley out. Also, thank you everyone for your support, I love each and every one of you motherfuckers.

Warnings: gore, darkfic -kinda, this came out slightly fluffy (don't know what happened there lol), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex, swearing, implied forced testing, cringey language

S/N : Supe Name

Suit: random office worker that I didn't bless with a name or description

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You span in your desk chair in absolute boredom, hands on your swollen belly, the only modicum of joy you got was from the movements of your darling baby, only four more months to go now.

Which is why you were sat in said desk chair, in a Vought meeting room with a bunch of suits from HR and legal, negotiating over your maternity leave and, much to his horror, Ben's paternity leave.

He couldn't understand why he would have to take time off as well. As he put it "My part is done, I got my soldiers to your base, your turn to lead the charge." After saying such a thing he promptly had the nearest object in your vicinity thrown at him.

You tried to explain to him, that you would need help as the pregnancy progressed, that there could be complications leaving you bed-bound till it was time to push the little one out into the world, that you could even be hospitalised. You expected him to put his fingers in his ear and start singing the national anthem at you, desperate to drown you out, but what happened instead shocked you.

He stilled, and you could see the thoughts churning in his head, and gradually his brow furrowed and he turned away from you. You walked towards him, arms encircling his waist, face pressed against his back, the texture of his soft cotton jersey brushing against your cheek. You knew exactly what he was doing.

Ben cleared his throat and took a sharp inhale of breath. He couldn't show weakness in front of you, especially not now. It wasn't the manly- let alone fatherly- thing to do. But he felt that resolve weaken by the way you held him so tenderly, leaned into his back so softly. It reminded him of the earlier days in your relationship, when you trusted him so blindly, believed in him so faithfully.

He'd get home from work, usually in a pissy mood, ranting and raving about whatever fuckery his team had put him through. And you would be there, smile on your lips, eyes filled with joy just at the sight of him. You'd listen, never probe but when he was just winding himself up, you would circle your arms around his waist and press your face into his back, leaning on him for support. The action was simple but made him feel like he was your whole world, that he was all you needed, that he was enough.

Things were better now. Ben had followed your instruction to the morbid T, and in turn, you allowed his presence, tolerated it even, though you soon fell back into the trap of loving him wholeheartedly again. The way he doted on you, adored you, the way you were 'his girl' again.

It didn't mean that things were perfect - far from it. You still had the occasional shouting match that led to the replacement of many crushed/shattered mobile phones, and though you wouldn't admit it, your attachment to Ben had become positively possessive. If his gaze strayed from you for more than a minute, you could feel yourself freeze up, a blend of uncouth rage and desperation flooding you that was only sated when he looked back at you again. You were needy, and it was pathetic- to you, not to him, he found it hot as fuck and told you so.

Ben would press a hand to your lower back, hover smugly above your ear and whisper assurances to you, though they were less than PG. Often involving a detailed description of him fucking you in front of whoever you were jealous of. You blamed the pregnancy hormones, but every time he did it you wanted him to make good on his promises and you quickly escorted him to a (mostly) private section of wherever you were.

In fact, as you sat there, listening to the drone of legal and HR, you realised that you had been in this meeting room before. Though you could hardly blame yourself, you didn't really take in decor when you bent over the conference table, getting your brains fucked out. You cursed yourself for not making Ben read that pregnancy book earlier, ever since he found out making you cum was good for the baby, the man was on a mission - not that he wasn't before, but there was definitely an added level of determination that you appreciated.

"So it's agreed? S/N will start her maternity leave now and once she reaches her third trimester Soldier Boy will start his paternity leave." Your Vought legal representative consolidated. You tuned back into the conversation, hopeful that this meeting was finally coming to an end.

"Agreed, we have already arranged for the samples to be taken in the next half-hour if S/N is ready?" The other suit asked, casting you an expectant look. You froze, your hand gripping your bump and leaned forward, a panicked look directed to your rep, but before you could continue the suit continued. "May I remind S/N that it is in her signed contract that sample matter from a resulting pregnancy is legally Vought's to take. This includes amniotic fluid, blood and foetus tissue sample."

You felt your stomach lurch and you swallowed thickly, you didn't argue that it wasn't in your contract, it was exactly the type of sick and twisted clause Vought would stick in there.

"S/N?" Your legal rep asked, seemingly completely unbothered by what was going on. You didn't question if it was safe, nothing that Vought did was ever safe.

You surveyed the room, there was about eight people there, none of them particularly intimidating but that's not what you were worried about. They would have known you were going to show resistance and you now realised that the abundance of office workers was to merely lull you into a false sense of security. This meant one of three things. 1) There was a supe nearby ready to make you comply 2) One if not all of them had tranquillisers on them 3) all of the above.

Knowing Vought it was probably number three.

You could try and do a runner but you would get caught, you could try and fight them but that meant risking the baby. Whatever supe was going to show up would hardly care about your condition and who the fuck knew what Vought put in those tranquillisers.

Your eyes looked around the room, pretending to think about if you had any scheduled plans after this meeting. Your eyes settled on a wonky painting that had been hastily put back up- in fact, you had put that back up after it fell during your 'de-stressing session' with Ben.

Ben.

"Yes, I think that should be just fine." You smiled sweetly at them, "You wouldn't mind me calling my fiancé Be- Soldier Boy to let him know, would you? He likes to be included in anything related to the baby. Plus he would love to know that our little creation is helping advance the research at Vought. Anything for his country- you know him!"

You laughed and waved your hand, praying that they were convinced by your little show. They didn't know him, but it flew that Soldier Boy, the living and breathing embodiment of the good ol' red white and blue, would be behind such a thing. It was for his country after all.

"Great, that's just great. I'll call him now." You took the general shrugging from them as a go-ahead and quickly called Ben, mouthing 'busy man' to them with a big smile as it continued to ring, you were half afraid that he wasn't going to pick up until you heard his gruff voice on the end of the line.

"What baby? Can't even go to a meeting without-"

"-Ben, honey!" You smiled tensely as you cut him off his surely sordid sentence, and prayed that he could pick up on your forced cheeriness, from experience he should. Considering you only spoke in that tone to him when you were threatening to get rid of his baby or extreme violence. "I just wanted to let you know that Vought are going to collect some samples of our little star-spangled bugaboo. Amniotic fluid, blood, a bit of tissue matter, nothing our little super trooper can't handle, especially considering her old daddio! I was just hoping you would be able to join your darling doll at the doctor's, honeybuns."

You wanted to pull your own tongue out of your mouth, stuff it down your throat and throw it back up again.

"I will be right there."

And just like that the line dropped, you smiled, taking the phone away from your ear and holding it to your chest. You gave a thumbs up and chuckled nervously, "He's on his way!" You sat back down into your chair and exhaled, muttering the phrase to yourself again. "He's on his way.."

The time it took for Ben to get there was filled with awkward silence, interrupted only by the odd question from a curious suit about your pregnancy and the baby. Which was met with a vague and elusive answer. There was no way in hell you were going to give them any more information about it than what they already had.

Then finally, Ben appeared, bursting into the conference room decked out in his suit, hair dishevelled, panting ever so slightly, knuckles bruised. So you were right, there had been a supe nearby. He looked at you with a loving urgency and you stood up, one hand on your stomach as you nodded your head. You were okay, the both of you were, but more importantly, you were ready.

Ben landed the first hit and the HR manager's head rolled down the conference table like a bloody bowling ball. You struck next, your unhelpful rep ended up being useful for the first time in their life by acting as a human shield as you burst through their chest and clawed out the Head of Legal's throat. The others got out their tranqs - right again, but you unsheathed your forearm from your rep's chest and threw their body onto them, knocking them off their feet.

"Glad you got the message." You told him in relief as you crushed an approaching man's skull in your hand, blood decorating your face like gruesome confetti from a piñata. You quickly dropped him and continued walking towards your saviour.

"Well at first I thought you were trying something new-" Ben kicked another suit's chest in, smiling as he fell to the floor, there weren't many left now. "-but by daddio, I started to realise that something was wrong, darling doll and honeybuns was then just obvious"

"Oh so star-spangled-bugaboo and super trooper were fine, but you drew the line at daddio?" You laughed, hands on your hips as he finished the rest off. Happy that the threats had now been eliminated, Ben allowed himself to relax- slightly and turned to look at you.

You looked ravishing.

His little psycho.

Your hair was wild, no longer in the neat ponytail you had agonised over this morning. The blood that drenched your clothes hung to your curves perfectly, showed off your baby bump beautifully. The look light and love in your eyes? Intoxicating.

He quickly strove over and placed a firm hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. How could he have ever taken this- you- for granted. He would damn himself a hundred times and a hundred times more for it. You squeaked at the force behind his kiss but happily melted into it and for a brief moment you thought you were going to have reenact the last time the two of you had been there. If you ignored the background last time, you could ignore the blood, guts and gore that made it up now.

Unfortunately, Ben pulled away, pressing his forehead against your own. You whined and he smirked. "Sorry baby, but Butcher's waiting outside in the car, gotta get you and bugaboo out of here."

"That's not sticking!"

"It so is."