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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ x
part nine - part eleven
➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
➪ and while there's a lot of things you still need to work on, this is a great start to the new, beter chapters of your life
➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
➪ I think we needed a lil' cute to calm our tits 🥰 also, absolutely gobsmacked by the love this fic is getting and how involved you all are with it, you guys are seriously the best and I love y'all so much 😘
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milliexoxo
someone's getting laid tonight
guessing you're not coming home tonight 🤪
y/nusername
go back to your coloring book
milliexoxo
wow, okay..I see how it is
no but seriously, are you coming back tonight or are you staying with lando so I can double lock the house lmao
y/nusername
staying in monaco, will be back tomorrow
milliexoxo
nice, I'll see you tomorrow then
have fun and don't do things I wouldn't do 😘
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okay mom 😘
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y/nusername fifty shades of earl grey. 🇬🇧
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norry4 cute, lando took them to England 😭
milliexoxo talk british to me
milliexoxo not pictured, y/n losing her mind over a bookshop
↳ y/nusername that wasn't a shop, that was heaven.
milliexoxo okay..nerd
landoscar i agree with y/n, every book shop is heaven
yukisan girl stop bullying your mom, we've warned you before 😭
milliexoxo I'm a rebel, I don't listen to no one
y/nusername big imagination for such a little girl
norrizz god I just know zoë is getting spoiled by stepdad lando 😭
carlandooo Charles crying in a corner rn
↳ charliecharlie I mean that's his own fault lmfao
carlandooo true 💀
bradleyfewtrell please tell me you met max 😂
↳ landomax I just know millie will bully max relentlessly 😂
bradleyfewtrell and I just know y/n would get along with max and pietra so well!
norrizzlandoo lando and zoë 😭😭
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milliexoxo your typical tourist on tour.
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maxwellmax lmfao yes max 💀
landonorris ❤️ I nodnol?
↳ milliexoxo oh my god you're so funny lando!!!!!!!
norry4 took me a second 😂
landonorizzzz he's taking his annoying stepdad duties seriously 😭
landoscar I feel sorry for the people who don't follow millie and miss out on all this
charlieslec did she just casually expose lando and y/n??
↳ norry4 are you new here? 😂
maxfewtrell but why?
↳ milliexoxo because I can 🥰
yukisan are we all just going to ignore the fact that Logan Sargeant is hiding in the likes? Yes? Cool 😭
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y/nusername week 6. 🇺🇸
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landonorizzzz aw lando finally made it to the feed normally instead of the soft launch bullshit 😇
charlesgirlies zoë 🥺😭
milliexoxo look at my girlfriend living her best life, floating around ❤️
norry4 are we official? Hellooo can I finally fully unleash thr landoy/n shipper in me?! 🥺
yourmumsuser my little zoë 🤩🤩
chilisainz zoe being the unbothered queen that she is
landonorris my girls ❤️
↳ landoscar SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP SHUT UUUUUUUP 😭
yesrislando brb going to take a bath with my toaster
maxmaxmax man's really pulled a max and stole another driver's girl and child 💀
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hysteria
kinktober, day twenty-eight
a/n: look, we already know that I'm a nerd when it comes to medical history, so this really shouldn't come as a surprise. only thing surprising about it is how fucking long it took for me to finally write this kinda fic, damn, because this fantasy is ancient.
summary: “miss, I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”
warnings: doctor!aleksander morozova x innocent!reader, smut, dubcon, historical au, medical kink, time accurate sexism, fingering, sex toys (vibrator, fuck machine), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, size kink, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation
word count: 1607
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Eyes glued to the clipboard in his hand, doctor Morozova quietly read up from the list of symptoms he had just scribbled down, “…unmarried, insomnia, increased nervousness during social interactions… miss,” he then lifted his obsidian gaze and told you gravely, “I’m afraid to inform you that you have hysteria.”
“I-I do?”
“Yes, I’m terribly sorry,” he laid the papers down on the desk before him, “seems like your womb is not where it’s supposed to be and that can cause all sorts of problems as you can see by your symptoms.”
Fingers weaved so tightly in the fabric in your lap it nearly broke through, ruining your dress, your panic began to bubble out, “what should I do, doctor? Is there a cure?”
“There is,” he nodded, subtly raising a hand up to soothe your nerves, “the way to relieve this disorder is by causing something called a hysterical paroxysm,” he informed, abruptly redirecting his stare down upon the woodgrain of the tabletop, “now, usually, if a woman is married, the husband is to perform the treatment, but since you’re not,” his eyes flickered back up to find yours, “I’ll help rid your body of this ailment.”
“Really? Thank you,” you gasped, “what, uh, what does it entail?”
“Oh, it’s simple enough,” he waved a casual hand, “you just rid yourself of your undergarments and lay down on the exam table for me.”
“I-…” you blinked, eyes wide before you swallowed, “…alright…”
Getting up from the chair opposing his desk, you walked around the flimsy partition set up in the corner. Reaching under your dress, you timidly pulled your underwear down your legs, past your stockings and off. Folding the garment in a neat little bundle, you settled it on the small stool that stood back here before stepping back out from behind the cover.
Now settled at the bottom of the exam table on a seat, he gestured for you to get up onto the slab before you apprehensively did so.
“If you would please just put your feet up in these stirrups,” he adjusted the metal legs below you, “then we can get started.”
As you then shifted, settling your feet into place, your skirts tented and began to ride up, a gust of crisp air kissing your exposed centre and causing your cheeks to heat up.
Hearing his chair scoot closer, you then felt his touch softly ghost from your knees all the way up your thighs till his fingers were gently prying your petals apart. After taking a good look, he then briefly retracted his touch, unscrewing a nearby dark glass jar, swiping up some of the glossy contents before grazing through your folds once more, the cool temperature of the lubrication causing you to suck in a sharp breath.
“Sorry, if it’s a bit cold,” he murmured as he continued to smear it in.
Head faintly shaking, “it’s fine,” you tried just to focus on your breathing.
Pushing your dress a bit more out of the way, he told you, “just try and relax for me, it will go by a lot smoother if you relax,” his touch then suddenly changed, “now, tell me,” zeroing in and pressing down on your clit in a way that made the office around you go fuzzy, “how does that feel?”
Blinking down at him, you found that his vision was already firm on you, “I-… I don’t know… how is it supposed to feel?”
“It’s supposed to feel good,” he rubbed a bit harder, “so, does it feel good?”
“I-I guess so,” your vision fluttered back up towards the ceiling, the doctor’s dark eyes being too much to stand, “yeah.”
“Good, good,” his attentive touch then shifted, “now let me just have a feel inside. Deep breath for me,” your lungs expanded at his command, “there you go,” and his long finger pressed inside, gently curving it around against your walls as he examined, “yep, there it is… your womb, it’s in the completely wrong spot,” he swiftly worked another digit in, watching as you stretched around his fingers, “it’s good that you came in now before it got even worse,” pulling back out, he ended the contact with an unnecessary rub against your buzzing clit.
As he then scooted a bulky and mysterious machine over, you asked nervously, “w-what is that?”
“Just a little apparatus that’s gonna help cure you,” he twisted a vaguely phallic shape into place at the end of the device’s long arm. After noticing your startled expression, you felt his warm hand sprawl across your thigh, “don’t worry, love. It’s all gonna be just fine,” lining it up, “just try and lay still,” he turned a switch and the attachment slowly drove into you.
“Oh my god!” your palm slammed down against the exam table.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he caught your eye till your body slowly began to give in, calming under his gaze. Reaching his right hand up, he tickled your puff as the gadget slowly eased in and out of you, “you’re doing great so far, just relax for me,” you saw his free fingers sneak down to enclose around the apparatus’s knob once more, turning the speed further up.
Feeling like you might fall off the table entirely, you panted, “doctor, I think something might be wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, love,” he nearly chuckled, “this is how it’s supposed to feel,” smiling as you let go an uncontainable moan, knees nearly closing as you tumbled over the edge, “there it is, good, good…”
Expecting for the machine to be shut off, the doctor instead pushed your trembling knees aside and conjured a bulky ward-like device that buzzed in his tight grip, the other hand firm on your leg as he pressed the vibrator against your sensitive pearl, “ah! Doctor! What are you-”
“We’re not done yet,” he stated firmly, vision fixated on the mess he was turning you into.
The squelching of your pussy cut through the loud buzzing of the gizmos, “but it’s too much, I can’t-”
“You wanna get better, don’t you?”
Fists tight in your dress, crumbled at your waist, you let out a shaky, “yes.”
“Then quit your whining and let me treat you,” his stare snapped up as he warned you, “if you keep that up then I’ll have no other choice but to restrain you, is that what you want?”
“N-no,” the overwhelming sensation caused you to tremble like a leaf.
“Be a good girl and take it.”
When the second wave hit, it crashed into you so fiercely that you let out a lewd scream.
“There you go, that’s it!” the doctor bellowed as your pussy gushed, crying out around the intense toys, “oh, fuck…” unable to peel his eyes away as he finally turned off the machines, additional juices squirting out as they withdrew.
Limbs twitching, you hazily asked, “was that it? Are we done?”
Palming himself through his pants, his gaze stayed glued to your weeping core, “not quite yet, miss… that release of excess fluids was a very good sign, very good sign indeed, but we’re not quite done… there’s still more that needs to get out in order for your uterus to align itself again,” your eyes then flicked down to his fingers as they worked at the buttons on his slacks, swiftly freeing something much bigger than the apparatus he had just fucked you with.
“Doctor?” your eyes grew as he stepped closer, rubbing his tip against you in a way that made your eyes flutter.
Finally meeting your gaze, he uttered, “please, call me Aleksander,” before thrusting his hips forward, stretching you apart with his cock. Fingers digging into your thighs, he glanced back down and smirked, “I think your womb just needs a little reminder of where its home is,” before he slammed in, all the way, pushing the air out of your lungs as his balls nuzzled against you.
“Ah!”
“Just need to knock at its door a bit to call it home,” the tip of his generous length kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, borderline going too deep as you clambered around him, “that’s it, taking the treatment so well.”
Just as you had thought he had settled on a rhythm, he pulled the rug out from under you by suddenly withdrawing his girth entirely, spreading you apart so that he could watch how he made you gape, only to bury himself completely once again, repeating the cycle over and over, relishing in the way it drove you up the wall.
“Fucking hell… I can feel it, you’re getting close, clamping around me like a desperate little whore,” he groaned, watching as after a few more breath-taking rounds, your pussy began to weep once again, “oh, there it is,” squirting out every time he retraced himself, “atta girl,” the fullness he then granted you only persuaded more to appear.
When you were nothing more than a literal puddle in his grasp, Aleksander truly lost control, pounding into your trembling mess before he made it even more so, stuffing you full of his hot cum.
Low groans still flowed from his lips as he retracted from you for good, the sensation of his seed trickling out of you and onto the exam table nearly going unnoticed from how exhausted the treatment had made you.
“Was that it?” you asked weakly, “am I cured now?”
Tugging himself away as he caught his breath, he answered, “not completely,” glancing back up at you with a glint in his dark eyes, “I think you’re gonna have to come back a few more times …”
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alt!gf x comics nerd!könig
Imagine an awkward comic book nerd König with an alt!gf way out of his league (according to him).
He works part time at a comic book store when he first meets her, he's in a corner arranging comics and manga when she walks in and his eyes widen behind his messy ginger long hair.
She's the prettiest girl he's ever fucking seen in his life and he can't take his eyes off of her. And so do the rest of the clients and workers in the shop.
She's wearing a tiny black baby tee with Miles Morales' Spider Logo on its front, the tee was tight and it looked like she didn't wear anything underneath it, and it was very short, that if she kept stretching her arms above her head too many times to reach for comics in the higher shelves, her shirt is bound to ride up to expose her nipples. Her stomach all down to a few inches below her belly button were naked, and a pair of tiny jean shorts hugged her waist and ass.
Then there was the jewelry, the chains, the arm warmers, gloves, leg warmers, mismatched socks with a pair of white and red Jordans, the headphones, hair clips and cute earrings that tied her outfit together.
She looked like a doll, like those pretty girls you'd see on Pinterest (König doesn't know that, though, bold of you to assume he uses Pinterest).
And König? Well, he was wearing a green t-shirt with the store's logo on the back and front, with a white long sleeved shirt under it, paired with a pair of loose ripped jeans and we'll worn white trainers. And finally, a black mask covering the lower half of his face.
She walked straight to the Marvel shelf, looking around with her hands crossed over her chest while humming until she gasped and got her hands on a comic with Spiderman 2099 plastered on the cover.
König tried his best to stop staring like a creep but she was just so hypnotising, he wanted to keep looking at her, maybe ask her name, what she likes to read–
Don't get ahead of yourself, König, have you seen her and seen yourself?
König's shoulders slumped as he watched her flip through the comic with a smile on her glossy lips, and his heart jumped when she met his eyes.
Shit.
König internally panicked and turned his head towards the shelf he was organizing and adding in new comics to be sold while his heart beat quickly in his chest. He gulped and his hand trembled when he heard shuffling and footsteps getting louder towards him over the sound of some random anime opening from the speakers in the shop.
"Excuse me?"
König tried not to flinch and slowly turned around and looked down at the owner of the voice, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face when he was face to face with the same girl he was gawking at.
"Yes?" König replied, masking his nervousness with a monotone voice.
"Can you get me a comic from the top shelf? I can't reach.." She asked, looking him over not so subtly and tilted her head to the side, adding a small, "Please?" at the end of her sentence.
"Where?" König asked and her eyes lit up. She turned around and led him straight to the shelf and told him the comic she was after as König easily reached for it and handed it over.
"Thank you," She smiled and took the comic from his bigger hand, their hands brushing as he kept watching her through his hair.
"Do you read marvel comics?" She asked and König was surprised, what is she doing?
Making conversation with him?
But girls usually got intimidated by his build and his personality.
König cleared his throat and shoved both of his hands in the pockets of his loose ripped jeans, "Sometimes."
"Do you have a character you like reading about? You don't have to answer if you have work to do, by the way! I'm just curious and want to read more comics about different characters!" She said, toying with the Lego spiderman keychain hanging off her belt hoop, pulling her shorts a bit lower and König looked away when more of her lacey red panties were visible.
"No it's alright. I have time. I like reading about Venom and Moon Knight. And you? Who do you like reading about?..." König answered, his voice not wavering, not even once even if he was screaming in his head.
He hopes he won't scare her away due to the lack of emotion and interest in his voice, but he was internally nervous and that's the only way he knows how to hide it.
But it seemed like the pretty girl wasn't phased nor intimidated by König's tone of voice, or how he literally covered her in his shadow.
"I really like Moon Knight! And Venom too! But obviously, Miles Morales' Spiderman is my favourite…" She excitedly told him and pointed at her chest, where Miles' graffiti Logo was.
"What's your name, by the way?" She quickly asked, and König was a bit overwhelmed.
"König." He answered without thinking and blinking, staring at her with his pale blue eyes.
"Hey, König." She giggled and told him her name as she hugged the comics to her chest.
König didn't know what to say except give her an awkward nod.
"Nice to meet you. I'll go pay for these. And uh, thanks for the help." She said, biting her lower lip and fluttering her pretty eyelashes at him.
"No worries." He said and stepped aside so she could make her way to the till.
König was left buzzing and slightly breathless, he blinked and turned around to face a shelf with Batman runs to compose himself while she paid for her comics. Then he felt a small tap on his back and turned around.
"Sorry I just wanted to give you this." She said while holding a hair band in her hand.
König stared down at her hand without saying anything then back up at her face.
"It's for your hair…" She said in a small voice and König didn't say anything, just stared at her.
Then she coughed, "I just thought– I'm so sorry for overstepping, I'll go now."
König moved without thinking and held her wrist, making her eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlight.
"Thanks." He said and took the hairband, making quick work of tying his hair in a manbun, and now she could see more of his face, his pale eyes, eyebrows, freckles and small scars.
She smiled a bit and gave him a nod, "Bye, now."
"Bye." König said, smiling behind his mask.
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SEX, DRUGS, ETC.
kinktober week three, oct. 18
summary: you and ellie are “friends” that love getting high together… and fucking…
warnings: college!ellie x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut, usage of drug/cigarettes', swearing, fluff, shotgunning (sharing a high with someone by blowing smoke into partners mouth), making out, thigh riding, pet names (baby, angel), fingering (r!receiving), love confession
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YOU AND ELLIE ARE JUST FRIENDS… well you guys are friendly but certainly not just friends. friends don’t get high together then start macking on each other til the other finally gives in. which is what you and ellie consider just friends.
however, walking into your bestfriends apartment, you had no intention of getting high tonight. you had a huge astronomy test the next morning and had plans to have ellie help you study for the night. but after long convincing on ellie’s half, you were now seating on her lap, thighs pressed against hers, while you smiled, cigarette in between your fingers.
"your turn." you say, wiggling your ass on her thighs. "tell me something interesting about you."
ellie's head remained tilted as she reached for the cigar. you kept your eyes on hers as she took a long hit, blowing the smoke into your face. her eyes danced across your face while you raised your eye brows.
"oh come on," you whined. "I just told you about my most embarrassing moment of my life. tell me something geeky about you." a small chuckle escaped your lips while you pressed your chest against ellie's.
you were clearly high.
your entire demeanor would change when you got high with ellie. you were flirty, silly, and always confessing cheeky habits that you had way before college. ellie loved this about you however. she loved seeing how fearless and careless you got when you were sitting on her lap, cigarette pressed against your lips.
"i don't have anything geeky about me." ellie clearly lied, pressing the lit cigar on your lips. you inhaled, before blowing away from her face.
"liar. you mentioned you like dinosaurs." you comment. "that's geeky. oh and your a science freak."
ellies eye brows pressed together looking at your glossy lips. "and here i thought you loved those things about me."
your nose scrunched, shaking your head. "i love your lips." you blushed, "your a great kisser for a complete nerd." ellie gasped, nearly chocking on the smoke. a smile covered your face as you scooted closer on her thigh. you couldn't stop smiling at ellie's offended look.
your lips pouted tilting your head closer to her lips. "aw." you teased, giving her puppy dog eyes. "i'm kidding. your a crazy good kisser."
and click. it was like ellie's cocky personality was back. her posture stood straighter, while you moved a hand behind her neck.
"crazy good?" she whispered, lips nearly pressing yours.
you nodded, tugging your bottom up with your top teeth. your eyes met ellies before you released your lip, staring at her lips. "but i think i need a little refresher."
"oh yeah?" ellie teased, tugging at your hip, cigar still in her hand. the lit side was tilted away , careful not to burn your exposed skin creeping from your tank top. your hand behind her neck, tugged on her hair in a innocent way, earning a quiet yelp.
but before ellie can say something cocky, you pull her neck and crush your lips on hers quickly. the kiss isn't soft or slow and elegant. its fast and desperate. ellie's free hand is creeping up into your top as she tugs at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper at her fast movements.
her cold fingers glazing up and down your sides are freezing at first, before you find your self longing for her soft touch. you want more of her. you need more of her.
"ellie..." you whine in between long kisses, breathing heavily. her lips tear from yours to face your wet puffy lips. a huge smirk creeps up her face as you start tearing off your shirt. ellie takes another long hit of the cigarette while you climb off her thigh to tear out your jeans, keeping on your lacy white underwear.
you climb back onto her, in only your underwear. ellies eyes remain wide while she blows the smoke away from your face. your cheeks are a peachy color while you place your hands on her shoulders, holding yourself up.
"your literally perfect." ellie breathes, pressing the cigarette to your lips. you smile, trying to hide your embarrassment while taking the cigarette out of her fingers, to inhale at your own cause.
ellie leans towards your left tit, sucking softly, as you feel the heat between your thighs grow hotter by the second. ellie's thigh rubs against you slightly, causing a moan to escape your lips and your head falls forward.
"that feels so good els..." you bite back moans, resting your head aginst her head, her lips hard at work against your aching breasts. she makes a popping sound with your right tit, bringing her head to meet up with hers.
your send her an innocent smile before ellie attacks your lips some more. the cigar in your hand feels heavy when you pull back to place it on ellie’s parted lips.
"i want to try something…" you mutter, sitting straighter on ellie’s thigh. you roll your shoulders backwards when you plot your bare hands against ellie’s clothed chest. her eye brows raise when she notices you’ve started rocking your hips against her thigh, riding it.
"what do you want to try, baby?" she mutters, tugging your bottom lip with her teeth, before you swat her away, giggling at her.
you remove the cigarette, kissing her puffy lips, before placing your free hand on her chin. you run your nails along her side profile, before you grab her chin softly, moving it closer to your mouth.
ellie just sits there and obeys. she watches the way your eyes sparks at how in control you are in this moment, regardless of the fact your the one bare.
you take a long burning hit of the cigarette, causing your eyes to water softly. ellie expects you to blow in her face, but you turn your head slightly, avoiding her lips.
so fucking hot.
ellie chuckles, letting her hand creep along your exposed skin. her hand teases the lacy underwear covering how drenched your pussy is. you smile at ellie when you notice her eyes grow heavy at how beautiful you look.
"can you catch the smoke in your mouth, els?" you whisper in the most intimate voice ever. you expect ellie to respond and say something cheesy back, but her dry lips and dry mouth prevents her from saying anything.
you want to laugh and tease her, but you also feel so vulnerable in this moment. so you watch her head nod as you start rocking your hips on her thigh in a more painful ache.
with half-lidded eyes, you brought the cigarette back to your lips, holding eye contact with ellie. you inhaled the drug, holding it inside your chest, before tilting the girls head towards your mouth, pressing your lips against hers to breathe the burning vapor inside her lungs.
a soft moan escaped your lips as you watched her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. she licked her lips, before creeping her shaky fingers inside your throbbing cunt. you lifted yourself off ellie’s thigh, allowing more access for ellie to slip her middle finger inside you slowly.
a gasp escaped your lips as you felt her thumb press against your clit, causing ellie to groan. "you feel so good, angel."
you couldn’t control your moans at the pathetic state you were in. your back arched on ellie’s though, when she added a second finger to your wet cunt, making you squirm at the pain which quickly turns to pleasure.
your soft moans and whimpers only guided ellie to go faster. she watched your eye brows knit together and your mouth hung open as her fingers pumped in and out of you quickly against her thigh. "el- ellie… the feels sooo good. ohmygod."
ellie couldn’t keep her eyes off her. hearing your moans and the way her named slipped off your lips so easily could make her cum in her boxers. she loved the way your body started riding her fingers, head falling back.
but you, you were embarrassing how quickly ellie got you off. you felt your self clenching around her harder as the cigarette burned out in your hands. you cursed, placing your hand on ellie’s shoulders, as you felt the knot in your stomach tight.
"f…fuck ellie i’m close.." you moaned, while ellie’s free hand reached for your neck. she held you close, kissing your chapped lips, before pushing her fingers faster inside you, her thumb, rubbing hard circles.
"fuck don’t stop… els-"
you felt her fingers curl inside you before you crashed against her chest, knot snapping as ellie’s fingers were clothed in your cum. your breathing was heavy and weak when her fingers slide out your panties and press against your lips. you sucked on the taste of yourself on ellie’s fingers, watching her eyes grow wide and heavy.
"fuck baby i lo-" ellie had to stop herself from saying something she couldn’t understand. she cares a lot about you truly, but she doesn’t understand where your feelings stood.
were you just friends with her because she gave you crazy good orgasms or did you want more? ellie didn’t know how to ask or tell you.
she licked her lips as she pulled her fingers out your mouth, and wiped the dripping saliva on her tshirt. you smiled at her with red eyes as you kissed her cheeks softly, before leaning into her neck to give her hot sloppy kisses.
ellie giggled against you, tilting her head away in a playful manner. "you’re cute." you laugh, wanting her to strip out he clothes and have her on her back. but ellie’s head shook, causing you to frown.
"please your just high." she responds, turning you so she can take the cigar out your hands and place it on the ashtray that rested beside the bed. you groan, when your back meets the bed, ellie leaning over you, hair falling down the side of her face.
"your high too." you mutter, glossy eyes meeting hers. ellie stays quiet as her eyes glaze your body, avoiding eye contact. you couldn’t hide your giggle as ellie started kissing your cheeks as you did hers.
she leaned up from you, making your eye brows furrow, and you rise to your elbows. "what?" you whisper, while ellie’s eyes dance across yours.
"i think i’m in love with you." she confesses, making your eyes widen in shock. your cute giggles stop as your eyes met ellie’s. you know she was high and you were too, but ellie doesn’t just confess like that if she doesn’t mean it.
"oh," you say, watching ellie’s eyes fall at your response.
"i know your high and we are just friends-"
"i think i love you too." you admit. ellie’s eyes shoot back at you. you smile softly, feeling your body warm at her gaze. "well i know i do. i love you." you whisper, sitting up on your butt. "and i love getting high with you."
ellie smirks, pushing you back on the bed. "you can’t only love me when your high." she laughs, watching you squirm under her eyes. "it’s not fair."
"it’s not fair that i’m bare and your fully clothed." you replied, tugging at her shirt. ellie laughs, leaning up to tilt her head.
"then do something about it."
#gracie writes#ellieswifie#ellie williams#fem!reader#the last of us#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams fluff#college!ellie williams#ellie williams smut#fluff#ellieswifie kinktober 23’#kinktober#ellie williams tlou#tlou smut#shotgunning#ellie williams x y/n
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omgg i love ur writing broo it has my giggling, kicking my feet n shi and the fact that u also do fem black readers OMG I LOVE U anyways putting my appreciation aside, what abt nerdy freaky armin (if u havent already ofcc) like u cant tell me that man is FREAKYY (i ❤️ freaks)
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A/N: you are the cutest patoodiest 💗 mwa thank u sweetiepie! and ur absolutely right UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! yk what they say it's alwaysss the quiet nerdy ones!! 🥰
Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader
Summary: Min's the nerdy valedictorian with a freaky side 🥰
Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, this isn't fully proofread 👀, sub.Armin/some light dom.Armin, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader, dirty talk, public sex (library, during class), facial, handjob (reader giving), oral (reader giving), light humiliation/degradation, bondage (blindfolding, tying hands), mean names (freak, loser), creaming in his pants, hair pulling kink, slapping kink, begging, toys (vibrator), use me kink (or whatever it's called), lmk if i missed some i was in a freaky state of mind while writing lmfao
♪ spice up your life come and get a freak
Min is the quiet blond boy that sits next to you every chance he can get. He follows you like a puppy from class to class, trying his best to interest you — the pretty popular girl of his wet dreams — with every nerdy topic that comes to mind.
Yes he's blabbing your ear off about the importance of maths, but really he's thinking about what what color panties you wear. Do you prefer lace or plain? What's your favorite position? Do you prefer backshots? Missionary? Full Nelson? Mating press?
You wouldn't suspect the school's valedictorian to have such a nasty mind.
He just can't wait 'till you give him a taste. He knows you will 'cause he's been so good to you, always helping you study for tests and even taking notes for you when you're skipping class. He's been such a help.
The first time is his fantasy come true; you jerked him under the desk during a lecture. He shuddered n tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but how could he with your fingers wrapped so tightly around his pulsing cock? :( The poor boy came in his pants and enjoyed every second of it, even when he had to embarrassedly excuse himself after class to 'tend to an emergency'.
He loves when you make his glasses fog up from how hot his face is and how heavy he's breathing. He loves when you make them slide down the bridge of his pretty nose, mouth hanging open while you make out with his cock in the library.
That all started because he asked you "can you k-kiss my cock?"
Now he melts and falls apart, desperately muffling his moans by biting down on his thin textbook. When he's close he grabs a fistful of your hair n tugs your head back, pulling you off his cock with a sloppy pop — starting to jerk himself over your face.
"C-can I cum on your face?" he pants, already deciding that he would regardless of what you say. He had to see his milky white cum painting your face.
"Oh? You're a fucking freak," you giggle sweetly, sending a rush through his body, "Of course you can cum on my face."
He absolutely folds when you call him a freak. He lives for the moments you expose his kinks, too.
Of course he's into bondage, why wouldn't he be 🙄 he loves using a neat silk tie as a blindfold... on himself, not you. He squirms and whines and pleads, "Let me see you, please."
Don't forget to cuff him to your bed and milk him nicely!
If you wanna get him achingly hard and sensitive for you, you gotta degrade him :( call him a freak, call him pathetic, call him a loser, humiliate him for cumming in his pants, tell him he's your toy.
And if you wanna make him cum loads then you should consider indulging in his slapping kink — his hair pulling kink — everything. He just wants the popular girl to pull his hair while she rides his cock like a toy.
"Please please please use me — use my cock like your toy n' call me a loser again. Please! Mmm yes yes yes I'm pathetic for you, Y/n ~ " he has the cutest high pitched moans.
He also begs you to use your vibrating toys on his cock :( <3
Speaking of begging... he is always, always begging. Pawing at your skirt to get your attention, eyes pleading for you to sneak off with your favorite loser so you can squeeze in a quickie before class.
Poor nerdy Armin just wants you to fuck him 'till his glasses slip right off, 'till his cock hurts, 'till you wring him dry of all his cum — is that too much to ask for?
#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン#🔞#mdni#smut#armin smut#armin arlert smut#armin x reader smut#armin arlert x reader smut#armin x fem reader#armin x f reader#armin x reader#armin x y/n#armin x you#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan smut#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader
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judgmental nerd ! eren x bimbo y/n pt.2 (wc: 3101)
warnings: nsfw
It's pathetic.
Borderline insane. You should not be thinking about this. You're you.
But it's nearly impossible to stop thinking about the nerd. About that annoying freak and his creepy hands and how they touched you...how you liked them, fuck did you like them. How you still can't stop thinking about him an entire month later.
You're gorgeous, the most popular girl at your school, everyone wants you and yet...you can not stop thinking about him. Day and night, night and day, in your classes, during cheer practice, doing homework, in your bedroom late at night. Fuck, especially in your bedroom late at night.
All you can picture when the lights are off and the moonlight is shining through your window are thick rimmed glasses, fiery eyes that look at you with such intense disgust and lust and those stupid gorgeous lips of his that always twist up into an annoyed scowl or condescending smirk. You hate it, despise it.
People like you should not be thinking about freaks like him.
Freaks like him should not be able to make people like you feel this way. Freaks like him should not be allowed to think they can ignore people like you after pulling a stunt like that.
He's ignoring you. Well...not exactly ignoring . The study sessions continue, but you've only had three since then and he has not mentioned what happened at all. Not even a look in his stupid nerdy eyes could expose what he did...what you both did. It's like he's blocked it out.
And the audacity. You can't stop thinking about it while he has the nerve to carry on like nothing happened? Freaking prick.
You twirl your pencil, a habit you know annoys him as you lean back in your chair. "I don't get this."
He rolls his eyes, stopping his incessant typing as he looks up at you. Your stomach flips at the attention. "You're supposed to be helping me." You pout.
"I helped you with the first four. Do this on your own."
You roll your eyes, staring down at the paper, not reading a thing. All you want to do is hear his voice again. He can't treat you like this. He's supposed to be the one going insane right now, not you. You take out your cherry lipgloss, applying some on your lips before making a loud smooch noise. He sighs, annoyed. "Do you really need lip gloss right now?"
"I have to keep my lips moisturized. I have a hot date after this."
“Hmmm.”
"With Reiner."
"Hmm."
"We're going clubbing."
"You call that a date?"
"What exactly is your definition of a date, nerd?" You can't help but smile, finally reeling him into conversation.
"Not a dirty club where you'll probably get killed the second you step in there. Maybe kidnapped. Definitely kidnapped. You'd probably willingly go into that cliche white van, ignoring any common sense."
You scoff. "Reiner will be with me all night. He can actually protect me unlike scrawny nerds." You cross your legs, making sure his eyes travel to your soft, shiny legs. You made sure to wear a skirt today, drenching yourself in vanilla oil and perfume. His eyebrows raise for the littlest second before looking away.
"I'm sure the meat head can." He goes back to typing.
You frown, looking around the room. It happened in this very room and yet...he acts like this is normal. Just a normal study session with normal people who have a normal relationship.
"Can you stop gawking like an idiot and finish the questions?"
"What's your problem?" You impulsively and stupidly ask.
"Excuse me?"
"You—I—never mind."
"No, carry on." He smiles, that stupid smug smile as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You've been staring at me like I kicked your puppy for a month now. Always glaring at me in class, in the hallways. Like a stalker."
"I'm the stalker?"
"Yes. Stalker."
"You're the freak who made a move on me, grabbed me that day and—and you know what you did. And then for you to prance around like you're better than me—"
"You're still thinking about that?" He laughs. A sound that's downright mean as he throws his head back. "Don't you have thousands of suitors vying for your attention?"
"Obviously I do, I'm not you. It was just—a very rude thing to do."
"You sure seemed to like it." He mutters, going back to his typing. "You've humped and dumped countless times. Does it not feel so great when it's done to you?"
"Don't flatter yourself. You're too insignificant for me to feel hurt by you."
"And yet you're still yapping."
Annoying ass piece of shit. Your fingers clench around your pencil. "Do you think you have the high ground you here? You're nothing. I could have the entire football team beat your skinny ass into a pulp."
"Sign me up if it means I don't have to listen to your annoying screech of a voice."
Your chest is burning with pure rage at this point. How can someone like him act so—he's nothing. He's mush. A tiny, minuscule bug. Eren sighs, running his fingers through his hair once he eyes the anger on your face. "Look, princess." He stands up, taking too slow steps to stand by you. But once he does, you can hardly breathe as his fingers graze your cheek.
"I know it may seem hard to believe but not everyone is going to be obsessed with your pretty face and empty head." His thumb goes to your lip, softly rubbing it. Your breath hitches, nails digging into your palm and stomach tingling as he looks into your eyes.
"It was one time thing. Get over it."
His finger is gone in an instant, forcing you to take a breath you weren't aware you were holding. He sits back down. "Sessions over. Finish question five by tomorrow. You can leave now."
Get over it?
Oh you're over it.
You'll show him just how over it you are.
Okay, maybe your definition of over it isn't really the same as everyone else's.
Far from it actually. People who are over it don't dedicate their time to messing with the life of the person they're trying to prove they don't care about. The lengths you'll go through to anger Eren surprises you, you've never put this much effort into anything really.
But to see that look in his eye. The pure annoyance and anger fills you up with more satisfaction than anything else.
You barely had to plead for Reiner to mess with the stupid nerd in physics class. A simple bat of your eyelashes and he was your loyal dog. At first it started simple, you slamming Eren's locker shut while he was using it, almost taking his fingers off in the process.
That didn't really do much. All he did was scoff as he said. "That desperate to get my attention?"
As if you need his attention.
His smugness only grew so obviously so did your anger.
Then it escalated to Reiner pushing him into the lockers, the wall, any surface really as you two passed by him in the hallway. That also did nothing. Then you went to elementary school tactics and tripped him in the lunch room. That was enough for him to glare daggers at you, evoke a type of rush you've never felt before. Excluding that night.
The taunts continued. Pouring milk into his shoes during gym practice, stealing his clothes, shoving him into more lockers and walls. But still, all he gave was a simple glare before walking away.
Why did he blow up that one night? You insulted him yes but you've been insulting him for days now and nothing. Is he really over it? A simple hump and dump and that's it? It's annoying. You hate to admit it but it is.
Eren still continues to tutor you. You don't know whether it's to show he really could care less about your antics or simply cause he enjoys playing teachers pet that badly but he still continues. He only talks about homework, about the numbers and shapes you need to memorize. Never about what's actually important.
"Do you have any parents?" You find yourself asking one day. His eyes peer up, distaste clear in them as he grunts. "What?"
"Parents? This is the millionth time I've come to your house and I haven't seen a single car in the driveway."
"It's none of your business."
Your eyes travel to his wrist, there's a slight bruise there. Probably courtesy of Reiner and his goons. Should you apologize?
"So no? What, were you abandoned as a baby the second they saw that hateful little glint in your eye?" You hum, placing your chin on the back of your hands as you lean in. You're wearing a very thin shirt today, no bra and he notices. Of course he notices but says nothing, only glances for a second too long before flickering his eyes away.
"My father visits his other family once in a while and my mothers comes and goes when she wants.”
Other family?
"My daddy has another family too. A daughter from some waitress he liked too much, he spends most of his time with them."
"Of course you call your dad daddy." He snorts.
"Why? Would you I prefer I only call you that?" You tease.
His eyes do widen at that but quickly replaced with with a look of neutrality. "You're disgusting."
"Really? I'm the disgusting one here?" You tilt your head. "I still remember your words from that night, Yeager. You're a little freak."
"Fuck off." He says with finality, his cheeks reddening just a tad.
A blush? That’s certainly new.
Another month passes and just when you think all hope is gone, it comes hurling at you tenfold.
It's late. Well nine-ish, you've just come back from cheer practice. Straight out of the shower, wet hair, only in a oversized shirt and panties when you open you the door to see the little bastard.
He's standing there, on your front porch. Drenched in...syrup? You're not sure what as you stare at the red liquid staining his clothes and hair, running down his glasses. His hands are balled into fists, beady little eyes staring at you like you're the bane of his existence. You laugh, leaning against your doorframe. "The hell happened to you?"
"Your fucking idiot of a dog poured koolaid on me. Koolaid."
"What do you want me to do about that?" You smile. "I think it's a fine look. Makes you stand out unlike your mundane—"
Then it happens.
He takes a step forward, stepping through your door, into your house. You immediately step back, eyes widening. "What are you—"
He slams the door shut behind him, grabs you by the hair and pushes you into the wall in the blink of an eye. You wince as your back connects with the wall, head bouncing a little. Ow. You sound feel scared, annoyed, enraged but you only feel burning lust as you look into those eyes. "You're that much of a coward you couldn't stand up to Reiner, you had to come bitch to me?"
"Shut up." He seethes, inches away from you. "This is all your fault. No one told you to become obsessed with me, you fucking idiot."
"Obsessed?" You laugh. "In what world would I—"
His fingers are closing around your throat. "Shut up." He whispers, strained like he's trying to control himself. "You're so fucking annoying, it kills me."
You're the annoying one? "You're the one who—"
His fingers dig into your shoulders, forcing you down on your knees. You inhale sharply, knees hitting the marble floor with an audible thud. You're breathless, it's only been a couple seconds and you're already gasping for air. He stares down at you like you're nothing. His eyes boring into yours as he unzips his ugly kakhi pants. "I'm so sick of you. You're so entitled and spoiled and annoying."
You could say the same about him. You never knew a human being could be so damn vexing.
"Day after day of dealing with your shit." His fingers dig into your hair, inching your head towards his now exposed cock. He thrusts in, giving you a second to adjust as he slides more inside of you. You try not to gag, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But if you took it a like pro, he would just call you a skilled whore. He makes sure every last inch is lodged deep in your throat, feeling your throat constrict around him. Your fingers dig into his legs, feeling drool fall down on the floor.
Fuck. You should hate this. You should but you can feel your pussy dampening, your body burning with arousal as his moans echo through the big space. "You never face any consequences do you? You just do whatever you like, whenever you like. It's infuriating. You just push and you push until you win."
Is this what you winning feels like? Him getting the blow job of a life time? You would scoff if your throat wasn't busy right now. He pulls you off, yanks you back by the hair and you can't help but stare at the string of saliva connecting you to his cock.
"I'm done with you after tonight. Done with those sessions, with you staring at me like a wounded puppy. After tonight, you return to your brain dead friends and I return to my life. Got it?" He practically orders, fingers pressing into your chin as he lifts you up.
You pant, eyes glossy as you try your best to nod. Even though you both know that's not happening. "Where's your lube?"
"Faster." You moan, curling your arms around Eren's neck.
He takes in your fucked out expression, looks at the sweat coating your skin, the pearly tears on those long lashes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He looks almost proud, lips quirking every once in a while at your daze. Minus that, he on the other hand, looks absolutely unfazed. As if you're not squeezing him for dear life, as if he could get this feeling from his own stupid closed fist. It's stupid. He's so stupid.
"Fuck!" You moan, throwing your head back.
"Shut up." He growls. "Cock sleeves don't talk." His fingers are back on your throat, squeezing just a little. A part of you wishes he would apply more pressure, you wish he would go faster, wish he would take and take and take until you have nothing left to give.
The slaps echoing in your house are loud enough to alert the neighbors, the headboard slamming against the wall doesn't make it any better. He leans into your neck, balls deep inside your cunt that's clenching and hugging tight around him. He moans into your neck, damp lips brushing against your skin with every rough thrust. He pushes in mercilessly, your entire body jolting with every pull and push.
"You sound like a damn porn star." He chuckles, leaning his head back to look at you. You tighten at the look in his eyes, at his messy hair and swollen lips. Lips you suddenly want to touch as you grip his hair, pushing his head down for a deep kiss. Your lips move together, tongues touching and more moans spilling out of your lips as he rotates his hips.
"Fuck, Eren please—" You cry out. It's too much. It's all too much as you bathe in your embarrassment. "Ah!" Your back arches as you release, orgasm shuddering through your entire body.
You're not that sensitive. You swear you aren't but whenever it comes to him, it's like you lose all your senses. It's too much. He's too much. Damn nerd.
He chuckles, staring down at your rising chest before taking one of your nipples in his lips. "Stop!" You moan, trying to squat his head away but he stays, sucking and kissing at your breasts as his thrusts slow down to a more rhythmic carnal pace.
“E-Eren, please." Tears are spilling down your cheeks.
"Please what? You've already cummed." He smirks. "Or is that not enough."
"I want—" You shudder at a particularly deep thrust. "I want you to cum inside of me. Please."
He stares down at you, hips stilling for a moment before he curses. "Fuck." Is all he says before he begins his bullying pace again. Cock slamming into you over and over again until you're screaming, nails digging into his back.
And then he cums. Hard. Grunts leaving his lips as he fills you up to the brim. You're both panting as he collapses on the bed, face deep in your pillow as he inhales.
It takes a few minutes for you to return to reality but when you do the stench of sweat and sex instantly hits you. That just happened. For a second time.
You turn to look at him. He's still on your pillow, back you never realized was actually muscled staring back at you. You itch to trace his skin but stop yourself. Pillow talk is never a good idea.
How can a damn nerd like him be so good at this?
He slowly sits up, running his fingers through his beautiful locks before looking at you. You flinch, not sure why. "This was not supposed to happen." He grunts.
And yet it did.
"Keep telling yourself that."
He rolls his eyes, standing up and grabbing his pants. "Call off your dogs before I do something drastic."
You narrow your eyes at him.
"That doesn't involve fucking you."
You lean back into your sheets, basking in the sight of the class nerd getting dressed. "So when's our next study session?"
He clenches his jaw, staying silent for a few seconds before responding. "Friday."
"See you Friday then."
He stops walking inches from the door, pausing for a few seconds before walking back straight to you. He grips the back of your head, holding it still for a second before smashing your lips together. You squeak but he could care less as his lips move against yours.
It's over before it started. Before you can reciprocate and show him what a real kiss looks like. He pulls back, tsking. "You're so fucking annoying."
"You're worst, Yeager."
He rolls his eyes. "See you Friday." He mutters before walking out.
"See you Friday.
#eren jeager x reader#eren jeager#eren yeager#eren x y/n#eren x you#eren smut#eren fic#eren aot#aot smut#aot fic#nerd eren#not really edited…
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Emoji Kitchen is really the only good thing Google has done lately. Look at these beautiful masterpieces.
Happy because I listened to my brain instead of my heart today!
Okay, listened to my heart this time but it actually gave me some realistic advice!
Wearing sunglasses over prescription glasses, never really worth the trouble tbh.
Annoyed Nerd, this is needed as a regular emoji.
"A dog jumped on me, threw me to the ground, got all my clothes dirty. I could not be happier!"
The ultimate Millennial emoji.
When your crush gets out the edgelord humor again and you're not sure how you should feel about it.
So true #society #modernlyfe #peoplesuck
If you see this, even the crystal ball can't handle how dim your future looks
"Fuck this shit, art is too annoying, I'm going back to generating big tiddie manga girls on Unstable Delusion!"
"I hate working for Boeing, this happens every third flight!"
"At least I saved my karate clothes though, that's what matters. Fuck those passengers, they were rude anyway!"
Sure, why the fuck not!
"Ohhh hehehe but there's only one bed available! But wait, wasn't Destiel exposed to sex pollen earlier..? Yes, yes, I remember! Oh no, however will this night play out for them? hehehe"
"And then, and then Billy POOPED HER PANTS in front of the class and had to go to the nurse!! And we talked about it all through recess but Miss Susan said we weren't allowed to mention it again but we still did and then she got mad but she also got nice again."
The derivatives were risky but fuckin HELL they paid off when the stock started tanking!
Lovesick :(
Sure, why not :) Amanita snowboardita!
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Unwanted: Chapter 1, Unarmed - Pt. 3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, poorly translated Russian, mentions of CSA/trafficking, mentions of death, emotional repression of childhood trauma, Bucky nightmares, bonding over trauma, some fluff and comfort.
Word Count: 2.6k
Previously On...: You literally ran into Bucky in the hallway outside your rooms and bond over a shared love of Middle Earth like the fucking nerds you are. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
A/N: I know this part introduces some heavy backstory for our Dear Reader. Please know writing this for her has been a therapeutic exercise for me in dealing with trauma from my own childhood, which, coincidentally, has been shoved back into the forefront of my life recently, forcing me to re-evaluate things I thought I had processed. Please know that I'm not approaching this subject flippantly, and her reactions/attitudes have been based on my own healing (or rather, suppressing) journey.
Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917
Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic @marcswife21
Your friendship with Bucky only continued to grow from there. There was something about him, his quiet demeanor, his gentle sense of humor, that made you feel an immediate connection with him, as if you'd known him for ages instead of just a few weeks. You weren't one to open up to others easily; it had taken you over a year to trust that Tony didn't have any ulterior motives for befriending you, but with Bucky, it was effortless, as if you couldn't have stopped it even if you wanted to.
About three weeks into his residency at the Tower, you were exposed to your first instance of one of Bucky's nightmares. He'd told you he frequently had them, but you'd yet to experience one firsthand. You hadn't been able to sleep-- your own losing battle with insomnia--, so you were coming back up from getting a late night snack in the communal kitchen when you heard the muffled shouting coming from behind his door. At first, you were going to ignore it, sure that it was his television, but you heard him utter a single, desperate "Pozhaluysta," the sound of it so heartbreaking that your breath caught in your lungs. Please.
Crossing over to Bucky's door, you knocked softly. "Bucky? It's Pocket. Are you okay? I heard shouting." You waited for an answer... but nothing. Taking a step closer, you put an ear to the door, holding your breath. You could make out the sound of frantic thrashing, cries of "Net!" and then a whimper. He sounded like he was in trouble, like he was in pain.
"FRIDAY," you said to the AI that ran the tower, "open the door."
"I'm sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N), but Sergeant Barnes has locked his door for the evening."
"For fucks' sake, FRIDAY," you muttered. "Enact override protocol 346.78C." There was no point in being the Avenger's resident computer genius if you couldn't hack their home automation system, was there? You heard the click of Bucky's door unlocking. Turning the handle and hoping that asking him for forgiveness was easier than asking for permission, you stepped inside.
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once you were able to make out shapes in the gloom of the darkened suite, you saw that the layout was relatively similar to your own. You made your way over to the bed, expecting to see Bucky writhing on it in the midst of his nightmare, but it was empty, stripped of all bedding, just a bare mattress.
Then you heard him, thrashing from the space between the bed and the wall. You shuffled over to the other side and found the super soldier lying on the floor, tangled in his sheets. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked torso, a pair of sweat pants riding low on his hips. His face was contorted in agony as his head twisted from side to side.
"Net! Net!" he cried out in Russian, fighting off invisible assailants, "Pozhaluysta, ne nado! Eto bol'no!" No! No! Please, no! It hurts!
It physically pained your heart to see him struggling like this, so you did the first thing that came to mind-- you threw yourself across him, wrapping your arms around his body and holding him in place, whispering back to him in Russian: "Ty v poryadke, ty v poryadke. Ty v bezopasnosti. Nikto ne mozhet prichinit' tebe vred." You're okay, you're okay. You're safe. No one can hurt you. "I've got you, Bucky. You're safe."
It was a long moment before you realized that his thrashing had stopped, his heartbeat had slowed, and he had wrapped his arm around you, holding you to him as if you were a lifeline.
You pulled back, allowing him to sit up.
"Pocket?" he asked, voice laced with confusion at seeing you, as though he wasn't sure if he was actually awake or not. "What are you doing here? And... were you speaking Russian, or was I dreaming?"
Suddenly shy, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, avoiding looking at him. Jesus. He literally just woken up to you throwing yourself on top of him. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered. "I was walking by, and it sounded like you were having a nightmare. I was worried, so I came in to check on you. I'll let you go back to sleep. Sorry." You got up to go, but his hand reached out and encircled your wrist, gently holding you in place.
"No," he murmured, pulling you back down to the floor next to him. "You were right, I was having a nightmare. I... I told you I get them, sometimes. Memories, really. Of things Hydra... did to me. Things they... things they made me do. Thank you," he looked up at you, catching your eyes through the darkness and holding your gaze. "Thank you for waking me up, for taking me out of it."
You gulped, the night becoming far more intimate than you could have anticipated when you went downstairs to grab a pint of ice cream earlier. You forced a smile. "Of course. What are friends for?"
"Are we?" he asked, his voice suddenly low, causing a pool of warmth to collect in the bottom of your stomach. "Friends?"
"Of course, Buck." You gave him a concerned look. "Why wouldn't we be?"
"Because I'm a monster, Pocket." Bucky lowered his head in his shame. "I'm a murderer and a monster."
"Oh, Bucky, no." You took his chin into your hands and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "Sweetie, no, you're not. You were a victim. You didn't consent to a single thing Hydra made you do. I know that it's going to take you a long time to believe that, but it's the truth. I promise you it is." He closed his eyes and nodded.
"Pocket, do you think..." he looked away from you, almost shyly, "do you think you could stay? After a nightmare, I... Well, I don't really like being alone."
"And Rogers isn’t one for midnight cuddling, huh?" you teased, a playful smile on your lips. You couldn't see it, but you could practically feel the sardonic look he was giving you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Yes, I'll stay. But Bucky, I have one rule--"
"I'll keep my hand to myself and be a perfect gentleman, I promise," he said solemnly.
"Pfft," you scoffed. "I don't give a shit about that. Be as handsy as you want. No, my one rule is: I am not sleeping on the fucking floor." Bucky rewarded you with another one of his genuine laughs. You couldn't articulate how happy it made you feel knowing that you were the cause of that laughter.
"You got it," he said, as he stood up and began to move his sheets and pillows back to the bed. "Nothing but the best for you, doll."
Your insides glowed at this new nickname, and you were positive he was going to notice how his words made you light up in the dark. You busied yourself with helping him make up the bed before crawling under the covers. You tried not to be too obvious as you inhaled the scent of Bucky on the pillowcase. He smelled like cedar and leather and something unidentifiable that was just so quintessentially Bucky that it had become your favorite scent. You wanted to bottle it up and use it like a fabric spray so you'd always be surrounded by it.
The bed dipped as Bucky got in, pulling the covers up over himself. "Thank you for this, Pocket," he whispered.
You turned onto your side to face him. "Of course. Any time, Bucky; I sincerely mean that. I know what it's like; I have them, too."
"You do?" You felt him reach for you in the dark, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. "You can tell me about them. If you want to."
You nodded, before realizing he probably couldn't see you, so you hummed an affirmative. There was something about the cover of night that made you feel brave, safe in opening up to Bucky; you found yourself wanting to tell him what kept you awake at night. You took a deep breath.
"I... didn't have the best childhood," you began, trying to keep your voice steady. "My father took off before I was old enough to even remember what he looked like, and my mother was always more interested in getting high than she was with being a parent. I was in and out of foster care for a while when I was a little girl." Buck squeezed your hand in sympathy and you continued: "Then she got this boyfriend, Darren." God, even now, the taste of his name on your tongue was like bitter bile. "For a little while, things were… better. Mom got her shit together enough that Social Services sent me back to live with her. I could almost believe that things were going to be okay. I mean, we even stayed in the same place for more than six months. I went to school regularly. It almost made me feel like a normal kid."
"What happened?" You barely heard Bucky's whispered question. You let out a harsh, disillusioned laugh.
"Puberty," you told him. "I turned eleven, got boobs and suddenly Darren's paying a lot more attention to me." You felt Bucky tense in the bed beside you. "Of course, that's entirely my fault, right?" you continued. "At least according to my mother. They started fighting more often, and she went back to the booze and meth. Stopped giving a shit about everything. Going to work, paying bills, making sure I went to school, whether or not I even ate. Only thing that mattered was where the next fix was going to come from." You took a breath. This next part was the hardest, and Tony was the only one you'd ever told the entire truth of the matter to.
"And with Mom incapacitated, boyfriend feels he's got free reign," Bucky supplied for you.
"Yeah," you swallowed, grateful you hadn't needed to actually say it, yourself.
"Pocket," Bucky began, "that's aw--"
"There's more," you admitted before he could continue. "Darren liked to bet on horses but, like absolutely everything else he ever did, he was complete shit at it. Ended up owing some horrible guys a lot of money. There was no way in hell he'd have been able to come up with it, so he... proposed a trade."
"God," Bucky breathed. "Oh, Pocket. I am so, so sorry."
"Thanks," you said, wishing that was the end of it, but knowing that you still weren't finished. "Darren realized he had a valuable commodity that a, uh, certain kind of man would pay good money for, and he wasn't just going to let such a lucrative income stream go to waste. He was an idiot, but he wasn't that dumb."
Next to you, Bucky sucked in a breath. You could practically feel him vibrating with anger for your younger self. "How long?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Seven years, more or less. When I turned 18, I grabbed every important document I could get my hands on, hightailed it to Boston and never looked back. But the memories, the nightmares? They still haunt me. Even after all this time, they’ve never fully gone away. So, you know, I get it."
There was silence for a moment, but then Bucky cleared his throat and asked: "Where is he now?"
"He's got himself a nice little plot of land in Pensacola," you said, a smile ghosting your face.
"So, he got off Scott-free." Bucky's voice was a low growl.
"Oh, I didn't say that, you said slyly. "That nice little plot is a pauper's grave at Pensacola Federal Prison Camp. Bastard got himself shanked in the slammer about ten years ago. Happiest day of my fucking life.
Bucky's laugh was low and dry. "What about your mom? Please tell me she got what she deserved, too."
You shifted slightly, propping your head up onto your hand. "Honestly, I have no idea what happened to her. The way she drank, she's probably long dead by now, and I could honestly not care less. That's why I have everyone call me Pocket." Bucky moved to mirror your position, using a pillow to prop himself up instead of an arm, so you were laying eye to eye, only a few inches separating your faces.
"Okay, explain to me how that makes sense," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm breath fanning pleasantly across your skin.
His touch was gentle and you found yourself subtly leaning into it. "My legal name is (Y/N)," you told him. "It was my mother's name, too. I know that 'Pocket's a ridiculous nickname, but when people call me that, it's like I'm someone else, someone new. I'm not that scared little girl that had all those horrible things happen to her. I'm someone I made myself into." Your voice had dropped to barely a whisper as you admitted it to him.
He studied you for a moment before speaking, voice low. "Thank you for trusting me with this, Pocket."
You let out a small laugh. "I think we might need to make each other some matching friendship bracelets or something after all of this sharing," you told him. Bucky laughed with you, and the tension that had been hovering in the air lessened. You hadn't meant to get so deep into your personal history, or to get emotional, but sharing your story with Bucky brought you a sense of relief; at the very least, you'd helped take Bucky's mind off of his own nightmares, even if it had meant delving back into your own.
You both fell silent for a moment, and then Bucky spoke again, his voice soft and hesitant. "Pocket, can I ask you something? A favor?"
You looked at him, noticing how his eyes glinted in the dark. "Yeah, of course, Bucky. What's up?"
He swallowed audibly, his grip returning to your hand. "I don't want to overstep or make you uncomfortable, so maybe this is too much to ask, but… do you think… maybe we could… I don't know… be there for each other? You know, when we have nightmares? Just... hold each other, maybe?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your mind suddenly racing with implications. Was he suggesting what you thought he was suggesting? Did he want to… cuddle with you? Your body was suddenly acutely aware of how close you were to him, of the heat that radiated off of his body. You licked your lips before answering, your voice coming out a little huskier than you intended. "I mean… I wouldn't be opposed to that. If you think it would help, then I'm all for it."
Bucky let out a small sigh of relief, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "Thank you, Pocket. You have no idea how much it means to me."
You leaned into his touch, a shiver running down your spine at the gentleness of it. "I think I might. I mean, I don't know exactly what you went through, but I know what it's like to feel scared and alone."
Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered, "Neither of us have to be alone anymore. We'll be here for each other."
And then, without another word, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart, steady and strong, and the warmth that radiated off of him made you feel safe, taken care of. You wrapped your arms around him in return, feeling a new sense of peace and security you hadn't known in a long, long time. Maybe ever.
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Word count: 1.3k
Notes: Complete filth, little to no plot, dom!reader, spanking, fingering, edging, daddy!kink
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Y/n was a girl full of intentions. She wasn't a free-spirit by any use of the words. If anything, she was calculated, almost meticulous in planning out the details of her life.
The girl liked it that way. With things planned out, there was less room for distractions. Hangouts with her friends, after school activities, homework, and time for herself were all penciled in weekly.
In today's society, she wasn't a nerd, but a girlboss. It was well known around East Highland that if anyone at the school was ever going to make an impact on the world, it would be Y/n.
" What's with that face? I don't like the confusion." Y/n shut her locker to see Lexi standing next to her with her eyebrows furrowed.
" It's just- Maddy's looking over here. I'm pretty sure she's staring at you."
As of late, Maddy had become Y/n's number one enemy. Y/n hated Maddy because the Latina was a distraction, perhaps her biggest distraction.
Y/n simply hummed at Lexi's words. To anyone else, it would've come off as content or disinterest, but Lexi knew the girl better than that.
" Is there something you want to tell me?"
Y/n dismisses the question," Nope, I have class in 5 minutes, and it would take me way longer to explain anything to you."
" Are you going to tell Maddy the same thing because she's coming this way?"
Before Y/n could say anything, her name was being called," Y/n, I need to talk to you."
Y/n lets a sigh escape her lips," Can we talk after class? I've got a half hour to spare before I need to be at-"
" Now is the best time," she plasters a fake smile on her lips.
The scholar relents," Fine. Later Lexi."
Maddy smiles at her best friend's sister," Later, Lex."
Lexi watches as the two girls walk off together, Y/n trailing behind Maddy. It was strange to see her friend not leading, but following. However, she knew what kind of effect Maddy had on people.
" I don't have time for this, Madeleine," Y/n grunts as the Latina places kisses up her neck in the empty classroom.
" Make time."
Maddy's lips tickle Y/n's skin as she speaks. Her hands freely roam the other girl's body.
" Why are you always so needy?" Y/n shudders under the Maddy touch.
" Baby, now you know that's not my fault. You're the one always looking so pretty for me; so innocent. I see you and fuck, it makes me go crazy. I need your fingers inside me."
Y/n was struck, but didn't want to admit it. Maddy's words got her to her deepest core. The stubborn girl tried once more to stop this," And I need to go back to class, Madeleine."
Maddy couldn't take no for an answer. As Y/n tried to leave, Maddy gently grabbed her hand. She guided Y/n's fingers into her mouth. Y/n's eyes dilated as she watched Maddy suck her fingers.
The feeling of the wet tongue swirling around her digits was making her lose the will to fight.
" Maddy," It's a plea that leaves Y/n's lips.
The fingers depart from Maddy's ljps as she smirks at Y/n's drop in formalities. However, Maddy drags the saliva covered fingers down her body.
They trail between her slightly exposed cleavage, down her shirt, until they slip under her skirt. Y/n feels Maddy's wetness through the thin cloth of her panties.
Maddy's eyes meet Y/n," Daddy, please."
That sets it off for Y/n. She removes her fingers from the girl's underwear. She pushes the girl until she's against the teacher's desk. Y/n doesn't hesitate to bend the Latina over the desk.
" You're such a fucking slut, you know that? You can never wait until I'm ready for you. Always fucking up my schedule like the impatient whore you are."
Y/n pulls the skirt down in a swift movement and lays a harsh smack on Maddy's ass. The girl responds by sticking up further for Y/n to hit again.
" Why can't you be my good girl, huh? The rules are so simple, have you forgotten?"
At the lack of answer, Y/n slaps Maddy's ass harder than the time before causing the girl to yelp.
" Answer me, when I'm talking to you, Maddy. Tell me the rules."
" Don't bother you at school."
Y/n offers another smack," Broken."
" W-wait for you to come to me."
Y/n starts to undo her belt. It causes Maddy to bite her lip in anticipation.
" Next one, Madeleine."
" Don't be a dirty slut."
Y/n kicks the girl's legs wider. With the belt hanging loosely in her hand she squats down, coming face to face with Maddy's pussy. It's already dripping. A string of her wetness starts quickly falling to the floor. Y/n is quick to catch it with her finger. She licks the finger before standing up straight again.
She slashes the belt 6 times quickly in an x motion, hitting Maddy's bare ass with each strike. The girl's legs buckle and small whimpers escape her lips.
" So you do know the rules, you're just being disobedient for attention, huh? You like it when I punish you. Don't even try to lie because your pussy dripping while I spank you, tells me all I need to know. I should leave you here like this. Ass out and red, panties on the floor, pussy dripping."
" You wouldn't," she challenged.
Y/n stood directly behind the girl. Her hand gripped Maddy's neck while her other hand jammed three fingers into the popular girl's pussy.
Maddy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Y/n's grip got tighter, and her fingers worked the girl's pussy.
" Fuck my fingers. You were begging for them? You must not want them that bad, I'll pull them out right now. Throw that ass back on my fingers, prove to me that you need it."
Maddy began moving the best she could in her position. There wasn't much room as she was trapped between Y/n and the desk.
" My fingers bigger than your boyfriend's dick, Maddy? He just not fucking you right, baby, huh. He doesn't know that you need to be treated like a whore, does he?"
The hand that was on her throat transitions to grab a fistful of her hair," Can't hear you over the sound of my fingers filling your pussy, speak up."
Maddy is gasping for air, trying to form any words. Your fingers remove themselves from her pussy, making her cry out. They instead start assaulting her clit.
" I asked you a question, Maddy."
She was an incoherent pile," He d-doesnt-"
" He doesn't what?"
" God-he doesn't fuck me like you do. Fuck me please, put them back inside of me please daddy."
It was Y/n's turn to smirk. She completely removed her fingers from the Latina.
" I'm going to class, Madeleine. I'll see you when I see you."
" Y-you- you can't leave me like this."
Y/n put her fingers in her mouth, quickly sucking the girl's juices off of her fingers. Once they were clean, she grabbed her belt, and fed it through the loops on her pants.
" Madeleine, whatever this is will only get better for you when you stop trying to be in control. I'm in charge of this, not you. I'll call when I want to finish fucking you."
" But-"
" Or I could just not call," Y/n's voice was cold as she spoke. She waited for Maddy to finish her back talk, but she didn't.
" If you can wait patiently… I'll consider letting you cum after I'm done punishing you."
With that Y/n exited the classroom leaving Maddy there with her ass out and red, panties on the floor, pussy dripping.
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mad woman — ethan landry (part four)
word count: 3,001
based on: mad woman by taylor swift
pairing: gf!ethan landry x gf!fem!reader
summary: the kirsch family and y/n set the details for the attack, and ethan does not agree with y/n’s suggestion.
author's note: this is my longest chapter yet... and my personal favourite. hope you enjoy it! thanks for all the love this series is receiving, it warms my heart <3.
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MINDY TEXTED THE GROUP TO MEET HER AT THE PARK. They all knew what the meeting was about—the horror fanatic was about to revise the rules with them and possibly share her own list of suspects. Y/N sat next to Ethan after sending him a cheeky smile. The girl’s presence made him felt a bit nervous after the almost kiss of the previous night.
"Okay nerds, listen up” Mindy started “As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time".
The girl started explaining the rules of a continuing franchise, and then proceeded to expose the suspects.
“… That means it's not just the friend group, any of us could go at any time. Especially Sam and Tara".
"Wait. Any of us?" asked Ethan. "Does- Am I in the friend group?".
"Well, you are here right now, aren’t you?” Y/N said.
"Am I, like, one of the targets?" he asked her, and she nodded. "Am I gonna die a virgin?".
Y/N looked at him with wide eyes and mouth partially open. Was that part of the innocent act or was he really a virgin? No way, right? He was too hot. "First, was that information needed? Second, no. Don't you know the rules? If you don't lose your virginity, you're safe".
"I feel like a proud mother" Mindy said, acting as if she was cleaning her tears. "Now, onto our current suspects... Ethan, the shy, dorky guy who nobody suspects because he's so shy and dorky".
"Okay, wait. Why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" he said, moving his arms frenetically.
"Roommate lotteries can be junked. You could have fixed it to get next to us" argued Mindy. Ethan rolled his eyes. Then Mindy looked at Y/N “Y/N”.
“Wait, really?” she asked, acting surprised.
“Look, I’m sorry but you are Amber’s sister. You have a solid motive” Mindy said pursing her lips. A part of her felt bad for accusing her friend, because she really loved her and she didn’t think she was really capable of murder. But at the same time she couldn’t help but distrust her a little.
Seeing Y/N’s crestfallen expression, Sam decided to intervene “Mindy, no. That doesn’t mean anything. I am Billy’s daughter and I’m no murderer”.
“Yes, exactly. Leave her out of this” Tara agreed. Y/N sent the sisters a fake grateful look.
“I’m just exposing the possibilities. I’m almost sure she isn’t the killer” Mindy said.
“It’s okay, Minds. I get where you are coming from” she smiled sadly. Ethan was impressed by her acting abilities.
The horror expert continue throwing accusations at Quinn and even at her own girlfriend.
"Wait, wait, wait. What about you guys?" Ethan asked, pointing at the original members.
"I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro" Mindy said.
"Agreed" said Chad.
"Um, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or five more of you to snap?" Quinn exposed her view.
"Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more" continued Ethan. “I mean some of the online theories about Sam are a bit…”
“Don’t you fucking dare” Tara cut him off harshly. Y/N clenched her jaw at the tone the girl gave him.
“I mean, let’s face it. If we are suspects then you are all suspects” Anika said.
“And let’s stop this conversation right here before the tension becomes too much” Y/N said, standing up. “I have maths” she groaned.
“Let’s go. I have it too” Ethan said, grabbing her bag.
“What a gentleman” she laughed. The group exchanged glances, as if they were silently asking the other if they were seeing the same thing.
“There is no way Ethan can pull Y/N off” Mindy said, watching them have a conversation as they walk away.
“Minds, are you kidding me? They have been eye-fucking each other since yesterday” Chad said.
“I think he is good for her” Tara said.
“And I think she’s too god for him” Mindy answered.
“Don’t be like that” Tara told her “She looks happier since they started talking, didn’t you notice?”.
“Well, she better not get too attached because he has killer printed all over his forehead” Mindy said.
THE KIRSCH FAMILY AND Y/N REUNITED AT THE OFFICER’S HOUSE. The second attack was taking place that night, and they were setting the details.
“I should be there. I’m not on the top of their list, but if I’m not with them tonight, they won’t trust me anymore” Y/N suggested.
“But if you survive with no wound at all, it will also be suspicious” Ethan said.
“Then, I will have to get stabbed or slashed” Y/N shrugged.
“Are you hearing yourself?” Ethan asked in disbelief.
Y/N was touched by his concern, but it was not time for softness “I’m not telling you to stab me in the heart, Ethan. Just hurt me in some safe place, like shoulder or a slash in the stomach”.
“Are you sure? He’ll be on the run. It’s dangerous” Bailey told her.
“I’m sure” she nodded. Ethan sighed, not liking the idea at all, especially since he would be the one hurting her. “Eth, stop it. I’ll be fine” she assured him.
“We are doing this for Richie and Amber, there is no time for hesitation or feelings, Ethan. You better not mess it up” his father told him.
Now, Y/N was really glad Bailey let her join the plan, but she wanted to screamed at him every time he treated his son that way. She hated when he underestimated Ethan.
“Hey, look at me” Y/N told him as they were walking to her apartment. Quinn was a few feet away from them, wanting to give the two teenagers some space. “Don’t listen to him, okay? You are going to do well. I trust you”.
“It’s not about what he said, Y/N/N. I don’t want to hurt you” he frowned. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off “I know, I know you are okay with that and it’s the most convenient thing, but still, I am the one who has to do it, okay? And I can’t help feeling guilty, because hurting you it’s the last thing I want to do”.
Y/N caressed his cheeks softly, looking at him with pure adoration “I don’t know if it’s too soon to say something like this or what, but you became my safe place, Ethan. Ever since Amber died, I haven’t been able to feel anything but emptiness and loneliness. And then you came and absolutely changed everything. So, if I suggested you hurting me it’s because I trust you doing it, okay? But I understand your point. I’m sorry if I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. You don’t have to do it, I’ll find another way to maintain their trust��.
Ethan though about it and then sighed in defeat. “No… I know how important this plan is for you, and if you think hurting you is necessary, I’ll do it. I just want to apologize in advance”.
Y/N smiled and hugged him, her arms tight around his neck while he hugged her by the waist, pushing her against him. After a couple of seconds, they stepped back and pressed their foreheads together.
“What’s taking you so lo-“ Quinn stopped at the sight of their closeness “Fuck, I have the worst timings” she scoffed.
Ethan and Y/N laughed. There was still time for them to kiss, now they had much more important things to do. Besides, having a first kiss in the middle of the stinky and crowded streets of New York, was everything but romantic.
MINDY AND Y/N WERE SETTING THE TABLE AS TARA AND CHAD TALKED IN THE KITCHEN. Anika was watching TV on the living room and Quinn was in her room with her new guy. Poor man, he has no idea what was coming to him, and neither did the rest of the group.
“Didn’t you have Econ with Ethan today?” Mindy asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not really in the mood for that stupid class when there is a murderer on the loose” she answered, and Mindy nodded in understanding “And he offered to take notes for me, so I took the chance”.
“Of course he did” she scoffed, making Y/N look at her confused “Oh, come on, no one is that sweet and gentlemanly. It’s all an act!”.
“Mindy, come on. Stop it” Y/N sighed. “He really is sweet, and kind and funny. I like being around him. Please stop making him uncomfortable”.
Mindy put her hand on the girl’s shoulder “Y/N/N, you are way too oblivious and innocent when it comes to these types of things. That’s why I’m here, to open your eyes! There is something wrong with Ethan”.
“Minds, please drop it. I trust him, okay? And until we have solid proof Ethan is the killer, you should stop treat him as such. It’s not fair” she told her.
Mindy put her arms up in surrender “Fine. I’ll stop bugging your boyfriend”.
“He’s not my boyfriend” she blushed.
“Not yet. And if you are waiting for him to make a move you are going to get tired. I’m sorry, but that boy is a coward. He’ll never have the guts to do it” Mindy shrugged.
Y/N had to dig her nails tightly into the palm of her hand, because the impulse that came over her to grab the knife that was laying on the table and plunge it into Mindy’s throat was almost uncontrollable. The way she talked about Ethan infuriated her, and she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to tolerate it. She internally begged Ethan to finally get rid of her tonight.
"Guys!" Anika's voice was heard from the living room, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts "What the hell?".
The group gathered around the TV to hear the news. The reporter was informing that Sam’s therapist had been killed, and she was the prime suspect. They also showed the video of Sam fighting the random girl on the street the night of the party. The video was out of context, making her seem like a violent person. And they even brought up the theory that she was behind the Woodsboro killings of the past year.
Sam turned the TV off and went to sit on the table. Y/N watched the scene in front of her—Sam crying, while the rest of the group tried to comfort her—and serotonin went through her veins. She loved seeing them suffer, being scared, and the night wasn’t even over. The worse was yet to come.
As if on cue, weird noises started coming from Quinn’s room, indicating show was about to start. They all made fun of it, thinking it was just the roommate and her hookup. But then, the laughter came to a stop when the six phones sounded at the same time. They opened their text to find a photo of Quinn, with Ghostface behind her, stabbing her. The group stood up in a heartbeat, walking towards Quinn's door.
"Run" said Mindy just a second before the door busted open. Quinn's body was thrown at them, landing above Anika and making her fall to the ground. Ghostface stood on the door. "Oh, fuck" the person behind the mask slashed Mindy on the arm. Thanks, Ethan! Y/N internally yelled.
"Step back!" screamed Anika, hitting him. Ghostface grabbed her from the throat, pinning her to the ground, suffocating her.
"Why are our knives missing?" Y/N yelled at Sam. Of course she knew why they were missing, she hid them. Sam took the knives holder and ran towards Ghostface, who had his knife inside Anika’s stomach, and hit his head with it.
“Grab Anika, I’ll hold him back for a bit!” Y/N said to Sam. The older Carpenter took Anika and started to lead her towards the room, Y/N gave Ethan a subtle nod, indicating him it was time to be cut. The boy slashed her stomach, and she let out a curse before following Sam to Quinn’s room.
"Mindy, bathroom door. Hurry" Sam whispered. Mindy ran to the door, closing it just in time. Ghostface kept hitting the door, trying to enter the room. Sam pushed the piece of furniture in front of the door.
"Sam!" Danny screamed from the building in front of them.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she told him when he grabbed a ladder and put it as some kind of bridge that connected the two buildings.
"You have to climb one at a time" Danny said.
"You three first" said Sam.
"No, you go" Mindy told her. "I'll hold the door, you two go first and then Anika".
"Go, Y/N/N" Sam ordered her.
Y/N didn't want to discuss it. Her stomach was in pain and she already wanted the persecution to be over, so she climbed the ladder and couldn't help looking down. "Oh my god" she felt the bile coming up her throat. Her vision started to get blurry. I did not sign up for this, she internally cursed.
"Don't look down! Keep going, you have to hurry up" Danny told her.
Y/N took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the metal stairs. She had to do it as slow as possible without being too obvious. She arrived to the other side, hoping it gave Ethan time to at least manage to kill one of them.
Sam went next, and then Mindy. Once her girlfriend was safe, Anika started climbing the ladder. Expressions of panic were seen on her friend's faces. Ghostface entered the room, and was standing behind Anika. Ethan began to shake the metal ladder up and down, while the rest of the group screamed in fear. Anika was starting to lose balance.
"Anika give me your hand" yelled Y/N and Sam. They extended their arms, Anika's finger tips brushed against theirs but it wasn't enough. With one last shook, Anika fell down to her death. Her face impacted against a container, and her body laid lifeless on the floor.
Y/N hugged Mindy as she cried on her shoulder. The girl looked at Ethan, trying not to smile. She knew he could do it, and he did not disappoint. Ethan, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at Y/N’s stomach. He may have gone too hard on her, the cut was very large and her clothes were soaked in blood. Not bearing to see the wound he inflicted on her, he left the room.
JUST AS THEY IMAGINED, THE GROUP’S THOUGHTS ABOUT ETHAN WEREN’T VERY POSITIVE. The little trust they had on him evaporated, and now he was their prime suspect. Y/N received glares too, not because they suspected her, but because she still defended Ethan.
“His alibi’s checked out, guys. He has his Econ notes. It was just a coincidence” Y/N stood up for him.
“Y/N/N don’t be stupid” Mindy told her.
Y/N sighed “I’m not! Look, let’s just… keep an eye on him. If when the next attack happens he’s not there, I’ll believe it”
Mindy shrugged “Suit yourself”.
“Gale found something” Sam informed them.
Y/N groaned “I just want to shower and change clothes” she said tired, resting her head on Mindy’s shoulder.
“Um, you can go to our apartment” Ethan suggested.
“Alone? No, thanks” she declined the offer.
“I can go with you” the curly-haired boy said.
“Yeah, right. As if” Mindy intervened.
“Minds, I really need it” Y/N said.
“Are you sure, Y/N/N?” Tara asked her. She didn’t trust Ethan either.
“We can send a cop to the apartment, if that makes you feel safer” Bailey suggested.
“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you” the girl replied.
Tara sighed “Fine. Call us, okay? And take your phone off silent mode”.
“Will do. See you later, be careful” she hugged the group before going with Ethan.
As soon as they arrived to the apartment, Y/N took a shower and put on a shirt and joggers from Ethan. When she exited the bathroom, she found the boy sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for her.
His guilty eyes met hers, and she spoke before he could start apologizing “Don’t you dare, Eth. I’m fine”.
“Can I see?” Ethan asked softly. She raised the shirt a bit, showing him the scar. He traced it softly with his fingers. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N”.
She kneeled between his legs, making them be on the same height “Eth, please stop it. It’s fine, it didn’t even hurt that much”.
“I can tell you’re lying, I can read you perfectly” he said.
“Well, okay. It did hurt, but it wasn’t like unbearable. I promise. Maybe you can kiss it better?” she joked. “Or maybe I can distract you so you stop thinking about it”.
“Both” he said breathlessly.
“I like your idea” she whispered. Her uneven breaths against his mouth made his heart skip a beat. And then everything stopped when her lips collided with his. He stopped thinking, and instead he focused on the way she was making him feel. The blood rushing throughout his whole body, making him feel warm, and the sudden urge to memorize her body with his hand, to feel every inch of her delicate skin, the feeling that he never wanted that moment to be over.
And Y/N just couldn’t get enough of him. His electric touch in every inch of her skin, from cheeks to her hips, and the way his lips danced with hers so harmoniously drove her insane. The void she once felt disappeared for a moment, and now the only thing she could feel was him—his breaths, his lips, his body, the beats of his heart, his longing. Their longing. She wanted that moment to be tattooed on her mind for eternity.
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Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie's on the phone talking to a nerd, and not in bed pleasuring his beloved like he should be. Evil Woman finds a way to make him focus on the important things.
Contains: A vaguely threatening attitude toward Dustin Henderson, stripping for attention, wearing Eddie's battle vest, A Warning.
Words: 600ish
Dustin Henderson will be hearing from your lawyer.
You've been lying ALONE in Eddie's bed for TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES while that damn kid rambles on the phone. You gather from Eddie's side of the conversation that it's about Dungeons & Dragons. Like they don't get enough of that before school, and at lunch, and after school, and at official meetings of The Fucking Hellfire Club.
You like the kid, really you do. You like all of your Hellfire children… usually. But it's Saturday, and he's cutting in on your Eddie Time, and that is against the law. Hence the lawyer you're about to contact.
You look at your watch and roll your eyes again. That's it. You're going to have to take matters into your own hands.
No, not like that.
You're going to force Eddie to take matters into his own hands.
You didn't wear uncomfortable underwear today for nothing.
You peek down the hallway and see Eddie's back still to you, sitting at the kitchen table with the phone cradled to his ear, probably doodling something on an envelope. You roll your eyes and peel off your shirt. If this doesn't work, you're trading him in.
You take off everything except those stupid panties that have been riding up your ass all morning, and reach for Eddie's battle vest. You slip it on and turn around to check yourself out in the mirror above his cluttered desk. Not bad, Evil Woman. Not bad.
You casually stroll out of his room and into the kitchen, like your only goal is to get a drink of water. You even resist the urge to ruffle his hair as you walk by to get his attention. You approach the sink and reach up into the cabinet for a clean cup, and feel the vest lift to show off your ass.
Something clatters behind you. Did he drop the phone? You smirk to yourself and fill the cup halfway, take a sip, and set it on the counter. You slowly turn around to find Eddie staring at you with his mouth open. As you suspected, the phone is on the floor. You lean back against the counter and spread your arms along the edge, placing your palms on the cool surface to show him more of the bare skin beneath his unbuttoned vest.
Still just staring.
You can hear Dustin yelling all the way across the room.
"EDDIE! EDDIE, ARE YOU THERE?"
You cross your arms now, for maximum cleavage, and raise an eyebrow. Make the right choice, Munson.
Without taking his eyes off of you, Eddie fumbles for the phone cord and starts reeling it in. When he gets to the receiver, he holds it up to his face, mumbles "gotta go" into the wrong end, and tries to hang it up without looking. Which means banging it against the wall.
You finally take pity on him and cross the room, taking the phone from his hand and putting it back on the cradle.
He's still just staring.
You stand between his open legs and rake your fingers through his hair. Is he even breathing?
"Did I break you?" you whisper.
He nods silently, eyes wide.
"Let's try a system reboot...y?" you chuckle at your own joke and reach for his hands, placing them on your half-exposed ass cheeks. Eddie's instincts kick in, and he squeezes.
"Next time you ignore me for one of your little sheepies, I'm gonna take matters into my own hands."
He smirks.
"Which means you don't get to play."
His smirk turns to a pout.
"You feel me, Munson?"
"Yes, ma'am," he says, giving your ass another squeeze.
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-Hate Fuck-
I hate you, I love you
Warnings: smut
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Billy Hargrove and Y/N Y/L/N were classmates. They hated each other.
they always fought in the hallways about him being a dick to everyone or how she would snitch on him. Dumb shit.
Y/N and Billy are complete opposites. He was the bad boy that everyone tolerated, and she was the good little nerd that everyone loved.
But polar opposites attract each other, like a magnet.
That's why he couldn't stop himself from touching himself in his car.
As much as he hated her, he found her attractive, with her h/c hair, her e/c eyes, and her soft skin that he felt once when she tried to punch him and he held her wrist.
the way her hands would move when she was writing notes, it made him wonder how her fingers felt holding his or around his dick.
The way she would smile at her best friends in the cafeteria, it made him want to kiss those lips even more.
He wanted her so bad.
After school, he jogged to his car. He was parked in the backlot, and he was the only one there, so he couldn't get caught doing anything.
He sat in his car and rubbed his hard dick through his tight jeans.
Looking over to her jacket that she dropped in the hallway after one of their many fights, he could smell her jasmine perfume. It only made him hornier.
his heart raced and his cock throbbed at the thought of her.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he slid them off. pulling down his boxers. stroking slowly , thinking about the things y/n will think if she saw him like this.
his hand moved faster and harder at the thought. He imagined her seeing him naked and masturbating. He imagined her thick curves, the slope down her back to her voluptuous ass that was always covered in a pleated skirt, her lips, her hands on him. kissing him, licking his lips and sucking his neck. taking her, fucking her, making her cum, making her scream his name, making her his.
Suddenly his car door opened. It was her, who looked extremely pissed like she had unfinished business with him. He knew he was fucked, he quickly got her jacket put it over his crotch which probably wasnt the smartest move.
"Why in the hell do you have my jacket hargrove?"
he blushed. "I... I…" I couldn't form words.
"What were you doing?".
He looked up at her with wide eyes. "N-Nothing." stuttering.
She got closer to him, grabbing his chin.
She brought her face closer to his, and he gulped.
"Did the big and scary Hargrove really just stutter nervously?, tell me the truth." She demanded.
he felt turned on by her tone, no girl ever talked to him in such a way she does. It drives him crazy.
"I was jacking off." She gave a breathy laugh as she let go of his chin and sat on his lap, looking into his eyes.
"Fucking knew it"
“I can't help myself when I think of you."
"Can't help yourself? Do you like me hargrove? " she asked with a smirk. He couldn't help but nod yes. She smiled as she straddled his legs. She leaned in to kiss him softly. He moaned in her mouth for finally being able to experience this heaven.
She removes her jacket from the space between them. His dick was free for her to see how hard he was.
“Billy, I want you. I want you to fuck me, been dreaming about this"
"you have no idea how many times I wanted to fuck you when you were talking back to me, to bend you over and teach you a lesson in front of everyone" he told her, she whimpered.
"Your fucking mine" he growled.
"Yes, yes I am," she breathed. Smirking, he moved her underwear to the side and sank her onto him. their both sighed at the feeling of being connected. She began to ride him slowly.
he moaned "I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are." she gasps and moans loudly. He grabbed and ripped open her white button up shirt buttons fly everywhere, exposing her chest, her chest bare.
“Hm, such a good girl for deciding not to wear a bra today.” he leaned in and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, licking, biting the sensitive bud. She moaned louder and arched her back, wanting more. removing his mouth from her nipple, his tongue and lips trailed up her chest to her neck. Biting the soft skin hard. As she rode him with desperation.
"You are so fucking sexy, you need to be fucked hard". she could only nod, she needed this. He needed this.
"Please fuck me hard, please fuck me" she begged. He moved her off him. She whined from being empty.
“Get in the back seat now” he demanded. She climbed in the back quickly hewas right behind her. He ripped her underwear off her, and she gasped.
“Those were my fa….” she got caught off by his dick plunging back into her pussy with force. Thrusting deep and fast inside her, making her moan and grab onto his seat, her knuckles turning white.
“I hate you” she gritted her teeth.
“I hate you too, princess.”
moving faster, thrusting deeper. slamming into her tight pussy. She moaned even louder, he could feel she was getting close. grabbing her throat and gently squeezed "Cum for me, cum all over my cock" he ordered.
she couldn't hold it any longer. Her eyes rolled, and she shuddered against him, and she screamed his name. He soon followed her growling out a moan as he was cumming inside her, painting her insides with his thick cum. collapsing on top of her, she pulled him into a passionate kiss.
they lay there for a while, catching their breath.
Finally, she said, "Hate sex was better than I thought."
he chuckled. "Yes, it is. I can't wait to do this again after every fight."
She started to laugh “ I hate you so much.” she didn't mean it. He knew what she wanted to say.
Laughing with her “I love you so much too” he said as he kissed her.
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Sub!Hermione Granger x Dom!Reader
~Reader helps Hermione get off in the library~ GN!Reader
The library was its usual quiet self, with the sound of quills scratching on parchment paper and the flipping of book pages being the only noises you could hear. I sat in the corner of the library with Hogwarts's most esteemed nerd, Hermione Granger. She diligently scribbled her essay down on the parchment as I watched her with admiration and lust. Hermione looked up at me and blushed softly, "What are you looking at sweetie." Now it was my turn to blush. Her little pet names for me never failed to make me blush like a 12-year-old. I smirked at her and shook my head, "Oh nothing I just love watching you study and do homework." I said honestly. Her blush intensified and she tried hiding her face with her hair. I moved it behind her ear and gently cupped her chin, making her look at me. "Don't hide from me beautiful, you look so lovely when you blush," I whispered moving closer to her lips. A faint whimper escaped her rosy lips as mine ghosted over hers. I stopped millimetres from her lips then pulled away, "Oh I am sorry darling I don't want to distract you from your homework." I said sitting back in my seat and going back to reading my book. Hermione pouted and moved her chair closer to mine. "Please Y/n, kiss me." She begged quietly. Her hand rested on my knee and she looked into my eyes. Her pretty brown eyes looked at me with a neediness I'd never seen from Hermione. I looked around and noticed no one was around us so I swiftly maneuverer her onto my lap. Hermione gasped and squealed softly, "You need to stay quiet honey, there are still people at the other end of the Library yeah." I said gently squeezing her thigh. She nodded and crashed her lips into mine. Her neediness was overwhelming in the best way possible. She fervently kissed me while grinding her hips into mine earning a soft moan from me. I grabbed her hips and moved her onto my thigh, "Is my darling needy huh?" I asked moving her clothed pussy against my thigh softly. She bit her lip and nodded, trying to keep her moans quiet. I moved her hips at a painfully slow pace making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clothed clit. Hermione buried her face into my neck in an attempt to quiet her noises. I softly chuckled as she began moving quicker, "Oh honey you want to cum?" I whispered in her ear, moving her hair to expose her beautiful neck. I peppered kisses from her ear down her neck leaving small bites now and then, littering her pretty neck in pretty marks. She moaned louder and I smacked her thigh gently, "You need to stay quiet honey or you don't get to cum." Hermione nodded quickly and moved faster against my thigh. I knew she was getting close so I let her get herself off on my thigh. She looked so pretty like this, face flushed, hair a mess, neck covered in marks made by me. "God the things I am going to do to you tonight my dove, I'm going to have you screaming my name." I whispered in her ear earning me a 'yes daddy' moan from her. Gods she is perfect. "Daddy I'm so close fuck please," Hermione whispered/moaned not so quietly. I ignored her loudness and moved her hips faster. "Good girl, cum on daddy's thigh you can do it my little dove," I said sweetly lifting her chin and making her look at me. I always love it when she looks at me as she cums. My words sent her over the edge and her eyes rolled back into her head as she came on my thigh. "Y/n oh god!" She moaned falling onto my shoulder. Her breath was heavy as she rode out her high. I slowly guided her hips off my thigh and sat her at the edge of the desk. "Was that okay my love?" I asked already knowing the answer. She nodded weakly and clung to my shirt. "Come now my dove let's get you to bed." I waved my wand and our stuff was in our bags neatly. I grabbed the bags and carried her bridal style out of the library earning some confused looks.
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•°♧ Finn + Charles Yandere Alphabet ♧°•
Happy Halloweenie, everyone! For this Halloweenie special, we gots ourselves a double trouble with Yandere Finn & Yandere Charles. So, if you are uncomfortable with the topic of Yandere stuff, I suggest you skip this one. However, don't worry. There will be a fluff Halloween special that doesn't contain Yandere stuff! Without further ado, enjoy this yandere alphabet!
CW: Lots of Yandere Bullshit, kidnapping, blood, death, suggestive (No NSFW because we don't do that here‼️), drugging & all of them not so goodies.
(If you are uncomfortable with these topics, I suggest you skip this one!)
Affection — how do they show their love and affection?
Ooorghhhh. Finn is such a poetic motherfucker. He got the poetic rizz. All jokes aside, he is very romantic but does pose as a shy nerd, but hoooo boy, once you get to know him, he is talking to you like how Gomez talks to Motrica. 😩
Charles boy over here is pretty much not that much different from Finn here. He poses as a shy nerd, but once we get to know him, he is bold. I wouldn't say he is like a poetic romantic as Finn, but he will confess & say all of things that he wants to do to you. Like WOAH.
Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Oh, absolutely messy. However, both of their approaches to being messy are different.
Finn got this magic bullshit that he will infact use with loving & malicious intent. That being, oh, I don't know, FEEDING OLD LADIES TO A GODDAMN CARNIVOROUS PLANT & DRUGGING US. He is absolutely willing to get messy but in a more indirect way sorta. Like plotting a kill but not killing them with his bare hands but with something else. I'm honestly confusing myself here. 😭
Charles will kill. Right there, in fact. He would even let you watch as he just fucking stabs them or guts them.
Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?
Finn is a soother. He would try to keep you calm under this situation. It's one of the main reasons you're tied up, so you don't panic. Well, not panic ALOT. He would try to calm you down as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. (THAT SHOULD BE ME AHEM AHEM /joking)
Charles is more like a smooth talker rather than a soother. He would be treating you like a cute little thing that he has all to himself. He would sorta apologize for the not so comfy trip here.
Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Besides drugging, kidnapping, & tying you up, both of them are a big FAT no. They wouldn't do anything against your will. They will do anything you want as long as you say so. Say the word & it's done.
Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
For Finn, ehhhhh. I feel like he would be vulnerable but still has his guard up. If you escape, then yeah, his guard WILL be up. Besides that, he is somewhat vulnerable & he will be watching if you pull any tricks.
Charles? VERY. He is very much vulnerable to you. You are his everything. His love. I feel like, in my own opinion, he's very much not an experienced yandere, which is why he is very much vulnerable. He is your personal puppy dog that follows your every word.
Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?
Finn would only find it natural that you would fight back. Tis' the reason why you're tied up. He would absolutely find it funny that you would even think of trying. He has carnivous plants guarding the greenhouse. Which won't let anyone in or out unless he said so. So he would feel indifferent about it.
Charles would enjoy that you fought back. Makes things fun. It's not as fun if you gave in willingly. At the same time, he would be a little hurt that you did, but you don't mean it. Right?
Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
A follow-up to the last one, they both absolutely see it as a game. A game of Hide & Seek is absolutely entertaining because they both know that they will find you in the end.
Finn would be surprised that you were able to escape, but if you did escape, ooh boy, he's absolutely gonna make sure you don't escape again.
Charles wouldn't mind that you escaped. Escape as many times as you like. He'll always find you. He might even let escape on purpose just for the thrill of the chase.
Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Honestly, Finn fucking chasing them down would be fucking scary as shit. HES A RUNNER HES A TRACKSTAR- He's not fucking playing when he catches you & when he does, he's not going to be as nice when he does.
Charles would be killing someone in front of you. He's a sadistic fucker much like Finn but Finn wouldn't really want you to witness all of the icky sticky nastiness. Charles don't give a fuck. He will absolutely gut someone you know as torture.
Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?
Both of them are the same. To live together forever in their sacred places.
They both never want you to be found because you belong to them & only them.
Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?
I believe Finn wouldn't get jealous, mostly because he knows what he is capable of. If they're gonna fuck around, they will find out.
Charles will absolutely get jealous & will handle it accordingly. DEATH. When he finds them & catches them at the right time alone, it's ON sight.
Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?
I mentioned earlier with Finn that he will be treating you like how Gomez treats Motrica. I will live & die on this hill. He's romantic & will be taking the absolute utmost care of you. Treating you like his dear flowers. Tender & Loving. (BRO CAN TREAT ME LIKE HIS FLOWERS 😩)
Charles would absolutely adore you. Toying with you every chance he gets. He loves your squirms in those ropes, your pleas, & everything. You're all his & he will enjoy every second.
Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?
Finn wouldn't be different. Plain ol' friends to lovers. Meeting him at his florist shop, then everything hits off from there. How he approaches you is that he just talks about his silly plant facts & gives his special blends.
We already know that you & Charles are study buddies & then begins to be in almost all of your classes. He would offer to help you in your courses, probably when you found this flyer about needing extra help.
Mask — Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
VERY.
They both appear as nerdy white boys that are not very confident in themselves but that is a fucking facade. They are bolder & very much aware of what they're doing.
Charles breaks character much more quickly than Finn. Finn could keep up forever, but Charles just wants to break his character to be with you. He wants you to see the real him so badly. Finn will break character when the time is rightfully planned.
Naughty — How would they punish their darling?
Oooohhhhh. 😈😈
Finn would absolutely keep you trapped there. Yeah, you're not leaving. Especially after toying with his dear heart. He can be a cruel bastard but he is yet still a patient man with you. He is going to make very sure that you don't leave the greenhouse & have eyes like a hawk to make sure you don't escape. Again.
Charles, in my opinion, wouldn't punish you because letting you escape was technically his idea since he loves chasing you & catching you. It's fun! In fact, he lets you escape, but catching you over & over again is the punishment. It's giving you a sense of hope & then later taking away. Times that with uhhhh multiple times. It's fucking torture. There is no escaping no matter how hard you try because, in the end, Charles will always catch you.
Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?
If you piss off Finn enough, quite a few. Such as leaving the greenhouse like at all, for example. He's not someone to be toying with. Sure, he loves you dearly, but he can & will put in your place. The more you toy with him, the more of a cold-hearted bastard he will be.
Charles wouldn't really take as many rights. His only thing is that you always stay with him. It's pretty simple. He isn't harsh with you about it, but you belong to him & only him.
Patience — how patient are they with their darling?
Finn? He's very patient. He has the patience of GOD. That's why he gets more cruel if you toy with him because his patience is slowly wearing thin.
Charles? Ehhhhhh. I would say he's not really much of a patient person, depending on the situation. For example, him just wanted to hang out with you like almost all of the time before you knew he was a yandere. I think that's when he gets impatient. He just really wants to be with you so bad that he becomes so impatient. Besides that, he's pretty patient with you. You'll break eventually. He knows it.
Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
HA FUCKKKKK, no.
If you die, they would simply not find another. They would spend mourning your death forever. You made them feel complete. Now, what are they supposed to do now?
Finn is a magic bullshit fucker. He would probably find a way to resurrect your ass. He is not letting you go off the hook that easy. This also applies on leaving & escaping. Yeah, you're stuck with him. (Honesty, I wouldn't mind if it was himmmm. 😩)
My boy, Charles, would be sad. Devastated even if you died. He's not like Finn with his magic fuckery. I doubt he has magic bullshit. So, expect him to keep your body in a refrigerator. If you successfully escape, he will hunt you down. This time however he ain't fucking around. He let himself allow you to escape so he can chase but this time he fucked up & now, he's gonna have a better watch on you.
Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?
Finn? Uuhhhhhhhh. No. He would not feel the slightest bad about it. He knows what's best for you. He's knows that he is in the right.
Charles would feel bad about it. He would've wanted to handle this situation differently unless you wanted it to happen. Then, yeah, he would've wanted to be nicer with you.
Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Yeah, I'm not sure. Sorry, guys. (T-T)
Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
They would both try their best to comfort you in the not so best of situations. They both know that this isn't ideal, but they'll try to make this place feel like home for you.
Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Finn got this magic bullshit going on, so he is gonna use that to his advantage.
Charles, I mentioned earlier, would let you escape on purpose, which is something yanderes wouldn't pull at all.
Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Finn's potions! This is a huge fucking exploit that you can use that is super effective if you know how to use them.
Charles's loyalty to you. He will gladly do anything for you & he's practically a puppy.
Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?
Absolutely not. Unless you want that. I mentioned earlier that they won't do anything that you are absolutely uncomfortable with. They won't lay a single finger on you unless you say so. (Unless it's kidnapping.)
Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?
They wouldn't be the yandere that they are if they simply didn't worship you.
Finn is more admiration than worship. He admires that you probably kick his ass & that you don't fuck around. He even admires your beauty. He is so absorbed by your presence, but not much of a worshipping guy. He's more like, "Let's burn down this world together, my love." (IGHT BETTTTT ‼️)
Charles, however, is a worshipping puppy. You are everything to him. You're practically his God in a strange silly guy way. He's just finds you so gorgeous that he is willing to get on his knees for you. "I will gladly do anything for you, love! Anything you ask! Anything you need!"
Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Oh, those two can go on forever. They wouldn't give you up for shit. Like I mentioned earlier that if you died, they would simply not find another. So yeah, expect these two to be on your ass.
Zenith — would they ever break their darling?
Finn? He would let yourself break. Just being stuck within the greenhouse away from civilization? That should be enough to break yourself.
Charles is through chasing you over & over again to the point where you give up & there isn't a single ounce hope anymore.
☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ
🩷 - IM DONE. OH MY GOD. FUCKKKKK. Bro, this shit took me three days to make. I hope you guys absolutely enjoy this because there is probably a chance that I will never do this shit again. This was a pain in the ass.
Happy Halloweenie, everyone!
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Hiii!! can’t wait to see more from your blog can I request Nerd Seunghan actually being a freak?
"Do you want me to tutor you after school?" this was the first time Seunghan has ever talked to you. Actually, his first time talking to anyone in the class. He's always so quiet focused on his book. You were pretty surprised but you really need tutoring for math so of course you said yes with a little smile.
When you were about to leave the class you turned around at seunghan just to find out he's already looking at you. "So weird? What's going on?" you were thinking. All your friends teasing you about him all day saying he's crushing on you but you just thought they're being childish.
Around 8pm you finally packed your books and visited Seunghan's dorm. He opened the door wearing black tight shirt and grey sweatpants. After seeing him in uniform the entire time, this was something new. You liked the view and you couldn't deny it. Looking at him in awe, standing in the door in silence.
"Are you coming in or?" he asked quietly. You rushed inside looking around. His dorm looks so clean, nothing like a house where a man lives. "You've got a girlfriend?" you asked jokingly. "Me?" was his dry answer. No sense of humor. "oh, nerd I forgot" you thought for yourself.
after 20 minutes of his tutoring you noticed he is starting to mumble for himself. You barely understood a word coming from his mouth. "Sorry umm, can you speak up?" you asked, noticing his eyes are somewhere where they shouldn't be. "Oh sorry..it's just...your" he couldn't finish the sentence. Feeling embarrassed as he don't understand why he's feeling this way. "My what?...legs?" You knew he was distracted as he watched your legs all the time.
"Yeah..so pretty" you blushed as this was totally new side of seunghan that you would never expect. Speechlessly staring at him in awe feeling shy. You liked it. You always thought he's attractive. His silky hair in his eyes, the piercing was so hot and his lips you've deemed to taste. How can you not be attracted to him?
"You can touch them" you shocked yourself by saying it but it's just something you really wanted. Feeling the nerds touch. So desperate for him as never before. His ears turned cherry red as he was reaching his hand towards you. When he placed his big palm on your exposed thigh, you could feel your pussy throbbing. His hand going under your skirt, being dangerously close to your hot heat.
You automatically spread your legs wider for him allowing him to swipe his hand along your panties. You whined quietly, leaning back on your hands. He put your panties on the side and starting to massage your clit. "oh my god" you said breathless. "You're already so wet" he said with a playful smirk on his face. You couldn't wait anymore and just pulled your panties down, sitting there in a skirt.
Seunghan isn't stupid, he knew what's coming next. He leaned towards you and kissed you. So sloppy and wet, just how you like it. His hands reaching his pants and pulling them to his knees. He grabbed you and placed you on his lap. "just ride me". You couldn't take his thick cock just like that so you started with the tip. Making you moan loudly just by that. Suddenly he raised his hips up, making you take it all without warning. That feeling got you screaming, so painful but so good. You wanted more. "oh fuckkk" he groaned, throwing his head back. You started jumping on his big dick, grabbing him by his shoulder and moan loudly.
The neighbours must already know his name thanks to you, but who cares? Your mind empty just seunghan and his cock. He manhandled you and positioned you down. He wants the missionary so bad. Watching your facial expressions and fucking you so..filthy. Who would know he loves it like that? Feeling his breath on your neck with your legs spread wild for him. Sticking your nails in his biceps because of how he's making you feel.
"I'm gonna cummm" he said in whiny voice. You can't take it anymore. Feeling every vein on his dick between your walls, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You push his shoulders but no, he's not stopping, he's out of control. Making him self cum in you without warning but still not stopping. You can't do anything but cry out of the pleasure.
He's slowing down now as he's overstimulating himself, letting out whimpers. He's so dirty. You feel full of his cum and you can feel it dropping from your pussy to your ass hole. He pulls out and sits back taking a look on your dirty cunt. It's covered in a white load and twitching. But it's not over for him. Oh how he loves pussy slapping. Stroking his cock and moaning breathy. Slapping your pussy with his cock and sliding it up and down on your clit.
"Make me cum seunghan" you whined. His dick twitched at these words. Making him lay down on his stomach and taking your legs to rest on his shoulder. Now you're aching your back as he's using his index finger and middle finger on your swollen clit. You're humping up and down slowly so you can feel his touch better.
When he places his fingers inside of you, you can feel his wet tongue licking you up. Basically tasting his own cum. He's sucking on your clit painfully. You're grabbing his head and pushing him deeper so you can ride yourself on his tongue. The overstimulating is high and you're now cumming on in his mouth.
When he pulls out you see your cum and juice dripping down his chin but he doesn't care at all. You feel embarrassed afterwards but he wipes his chin off and leans towards you. Starting a light make out season with his one hand still on your pussy a massaging it gently. You can't do anything but moan in his mouth.
"I hope you let me tutor you next time too" he said between the kiss.
"what a freak" you thought.
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Childhood Secret
Primary AU
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: Bakugo and Midoriya were assigned a mission together that was set to last a couple of days. Due to the prolonged period of constant exposure to each other, the tension between the two heroes only continued to rise, resulting in some unsavory measures being taken to ensure the smooth execution of the mission.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Midoriya
Words: 1,757
Reading Time: 7 Minutes
A/N: I think I'm creating an alternate universe? haha these stories will be kind of like one shots but they might reference each other and correlate. Idk honeslty lets see what happens!
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“Kacchan-“
“Shut up, you damn nerd! You’re going to get us caught!”
“You’re the one screaming.”
“I’m not fucking screaming!”
“Kacchan!”
Bakugo and Midoriya were on a mission together, tracking down a group of thugs who were selling quirk erasure darts on the black market. The authorities had caught wind of the shady dealings and sent the two rivals to investigate. Since the investigation was far from home, the pair were forced to stay in a hotel while they gathered evidence and proof of the crime. They spent multiple nights in a nearby hotel, waiting for the best moment to confront and arrest the criminals.
Now, Bakugo and Midoriya had taken hidden positions in a bush near the suspects, waiting cautiously for the exchange that would justify the arrest. Having been forced to spend the previous few nights together, tensions were high between them, the bickering rivals on edge due to their eagerness for the mission to end.
“Kacchan, you need to-”
“Don’t tell me what the hell to do, damn it.”
Midoriya's face was pinched with irritation. He had been putting up with Bakugo's attitude since before the start of their mission, his patience wearing thin with each passing interaction. Although they only spoke when absolutely necessary, the quick exchanges were enough for Midoriya to receive a small sampling of the other's volatile temper.
Normally, he could endure it, as Bakugo usually chose to avoid the other. However, in the midst of this mission, he had no escape, and was forced to deal with Bakugo's wrath on a consistent basis.
“Kacchan please-“
“Shut up! I’m sick of hearing your stupid voice!”
“I’m just trying to-“
“That’s it!”
Bakugo uttered a grunt and moved to sit on his knees.
“What are you-“
“Getting the hell away from you. We don’t need to be in the same damn bush.”
“You can’t, they’ll see you!”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”
Bakugo had shifted his position, allowing the bush to part and expose them to the danger of being seen. Midoriya panicked, knowing he had to act quickly to prevent Bakugo from completely ruining their plan.
Midoriya quickly activated Black Whip, wrapping a tendril around Bakugo's wrist and pulling it back, reinforcing half their cover. Bakugo's face filled with confusion, his brain working slowly to comprehend Midoriya’s sudden audacity. Before he could react, Midoriya managed to grab his other arm, forcefully pulling him back into the bush. Bakugo's only reaction was a startled grunt as he tried to catch his balance.
“You fucking idiot, did you just-“
“Shhh, Kacchan! I know you’re mad but you can’t just-.”
“Get your pathetic quirk offa me!”
Instead, Midoriya summoned another tendril, its powerful coils wrapped themselves around Bakugo's waist. The tendril forcibly pushed the blonde back into a seated position. As Bakugo struggled against the restraints, Midoriya recognized that he could no longer afford to be lenient with his friend. He had to take drastic measures to ensure this whole mission wouldn’t turn out to be a huge waste of time, which it would be if he let his friend blow their cover.
With that in mind, and before he could lose his nerve, Midoriya sent a thicker tendril to the other’s face, slapping it over the explosive blondes mouth.
Bakugo’s eyes widened with pure unfiltered shock, Midoriya’s expression mirroring it. Neither of them ever figuring the green haired boy had the balls to physically shut Bakugo up. The stunned blonde didn’t move for a few seconds before his face reddened with heated anger and embarrassment. Right then and there, Midoriya almost let him go and apologized.
Almost.
Bakugo let out a burst of angry curses, despite the muffling caused by the black tendrils wrapped around his mouth. Although muted, Midoriya could still make out some of the words.
“Yhuuu fuhhhkkn mhhrrhhon, yhuuuu dhhuhr dhoh thhii thhoo mhh? I’ll khhlll yhuuu! Lht mhh ghu!”
Despite the guilt bubbling up in Midoriya’s throat, he shook his head and peeked out of the bush. “I’ll let you go when they arrive so we can arrest them. Otherwise you’re going to have to stay here. I’m sorry, Kacchan. I want this to be over as much as you do.”
The change in Midoriya's assertiveness was surprising, even to himself. He was unsure where this newfound confidence was coming from, and whether it was due to sleep deprivation, the exhaustion from dealing with Bakugo for days on end, or the new confidence he gained from developing and training new quirks. Regardless of the reason, Midoriya wasn't planning on backing down now, not when he already pissed the blonde off to the highest degree possible.
Bakugo was becoming increasingly infuriated, the veins in his temple popping out in rage. He continued shouting muffled curses at Midoriya, promising to make his life hell and inflict death upon him; the works. Midoriya ignored him, occasionally shushing him so he could focus on their targets. When Bakugo realized that Midoriya was hardly paying attention, his temper got the better of him. His hands began to spark.
Midoriya's eyes snapped back, seeing Bakugo's hands light up within their small and dry hiding place.. As Bakugo's quirk started getting louder, Midoriya quickly decided to take action and use an old trick he'd learned as a child to try to control the other's explosive temper.
Knowing that Bakugo was in a vulnerable position, Midoriya took full advantage of it, summoning two more black tendrils to dig into his unsuspecting underarms. The sparks in his hands cut off in puffs of black smoke and Bakugo’s curses and threats dissolved into shocked yelps, the random attack causing his eyes to widen in surprise before shutting in suppressed mirth. He clamped his arms to his sides and thrashed against the tendrils which Midoriya stiffened so the sound wouldn’t carry.
“Whhht thuh hehhl! Yhu’re fuhhking dhehd! Mmhmhhhm Sthhhhp!!”
Even with his arms clamped firmly to his sides, Black Whip was still able to wiggle through, the skinny tendrils flicking against his hollows.
“Yhu bhhuhuhsrd! Sthhp!”
Bakugo opened furious, red eyes to fix them on Deku’s timid green ones. Everything in his expression told Deku that he was going to blast him out of existence. Deku knew that once he used his quirk on Bakugo, his fate was sealed. But just because he accepted it, doesn’t mean that he was going to go down without a fight. Deku squinted his eyes at Kacchan.
“If you can calm down-“
“Dhhn tlhh mhe thu chhlm dwnn, bhhstrd! Ihhhl khhll- MMMmmmhhh!”
In the middle of Bakugo’s usual rant, Deku sent some tendrils to mess with his sides, flicking up and down and dragging them around slowly. Growing up with the aggressive blonde, Deku was the only one alive that was aware of his ticklishness. Although the playful tickle fights stopped after Bakugo’s quirk manifested, Deku hoped he still would be.
And boy, was he.
Bakugo had his eyes scrunched closed. He was no longer cursing or screaming, just looked like he was trying to control his reactions, occasionally thrashing or twitching when a tendril found a sweet spot. For a minute, Deku thought he successfully tamed the wild animal he called friend, until sparks flew again in the corner of his vision.
Immediately, Deku directed the tendrils teasing his sides to go straight for that cripplingly ticklish spot Bakugo had as a kid, the spot right underneath his armpits and above his ribs, praying that it was still as sensitive after all these years.
Bakugo’s body siezed, the sparks discontinued, and he immediately dissolved into muffled laughter. He shook his head and glared at Midoriya, which lost all its bite from the tears of mirth that began to pool in them. Deku couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched his childhood friend struggle against sensations he probably forgot he could experience.
Bakugo struggled hard against Black Whip but it was no use. The tendrils dug and swirled ticklishly on his ribs. Bakugo did everything in his power to keep his composure, but once that spot was nicked, all hope was lost. It had been so long since he was tickled, he forgot how stupidly debilitating it could feel. He forgot all about using his quirk and wanting to leave the bush, he just wanted Deku to stop.
Deku kept this up for a few seconds before easing up, realizing from Bakugo’s increasingly reddening face, that with his mouth covered he could only get air from his nose. Once he could breathe again, he shot a dangerous glare at Midoriya.
“Nehhhvu dho tht agnnnn, yhu hrr mhe?”
“I won’t if you can calm down and stay here. Were almost done.”
“Ght thss ohh mhi mouh.”
Deku nodded and pulled his quirk back from Bakugo’s mouth. The blonde stretched his jaw and scowled at the other, giving him a death stare.
“You’ll pay for that, you bastard.” But his voice was notably hushed.
“Are you going to stay in the bush?”
“Fuck you and this bush!”
“Kacchan!”
“You listen to me, you- AH!”
The tendrils squirmed under his arms, and his eyes widened as he remembered they were there.
“Deku!”
“I’m sorry, but we’re so close, and I don’t want to be here longer than we have to.“
“Whatever, you damn nerd. Get your dumb quirk offa me.”
“Fine.” Deku reined in Black Whip. “The truck’s pulling up.”
After waiting, watching, and biding their time, the villains finally made the illegal exchange. Deku and Bakugo stepped in and proceeded to do what they were trained to do; knocking them around and rounding them up for transportation. Once they had reported their findings and secured the arrest of the villains, Deku chanced a glance at Bakugo. What he did in the bush may have crossed a line, and he wanted to address it.
“Kacchan, I-”
“Never speak of it.”
“… I just-”
“Ever.”
Deku was aware of when it was appropriate for him to stop attempting to engage in heated discussion with the blonde, so he did. He often found himself yearning to have actual conversations with Kacchan, wanting to finally put aside their past conflicts and issues and simply interact like normal people. Like friends.
However, today was not meant to be that day, nor would tomorrow be either. Deku accepted this with calm and determined patience, hoping that the time would come when Kacchan was ready to accept his friendship. Until then, he would simply wait, with the unshakable hope and faith that it would happen one day.
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