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miguelhugger2099 · 4 months

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OMG imagine the one bed trope w miguel. like idk why itd happen, maybe like they’re scoping out an anomaly in another universe and somehow the portal back gets blocked and they gotta stay the night at a hotel, but miguel and reader are stuck in the same bed (she SWEARS she booked two beds but oops! all the rooms are filled up!) and like oh no they need this hotel!! so at first they’re really rigid and like miguel’s all tense, he’s like “i’ll sleep on the floor” but reader is like “no it’s okay we can share! i don’t move a lot in my sleep anyway” (that’s a lie btw.) so then like miguel’s wide awake in the middle of the night, and reader keeps shifting in her sleep, and they end up in a pretty compromising position if ykwim… and then maybe she wakes up and finds miguel like so flustered and starts teasing him a bit and then things heat up ofc… idk just a thought! it’s been so long since i’ve seen the one bed trope tbh. (fem reader btw plssss)

Forced Proximity

i tried with my best with this 🫠 i wanted to try something new instead of regular p in v i hope that's okay 😭 thank u for requesting! if anything, i'd be happy to redo this when my requests open again

Miguel x Reader, Suggestive/Smut, Word Count: 2,271

Just as you and Miguel were about to shoot your webs at the new anomaly, a black bubbly portal opened up and sucked them up into another dimension. “Dammit!” You cursed, groaning at the convenience of an anomaly escaping. Miguel is already beside you, mask eyes squinted in focus as he clicks buttons on his watch. “Where’d he run off to?” You ask him. “No clue. Trying to track him now but the touchpad isn’t responding.” He grunts and furiously taps his screen but it seems to be glitching. He tries to open a portal back to HQ but it only warbles a little bit before shutting close again. “Let me try.” You lift up your watch to try and press the same coordinates when it responds the same way: a little warping but it shuts close. “Lyla,” Miguel calls out and she pops up between you two. “Run an analysis on our watches.” Her small heart glasses fog up with various numbers and letters, codes that only she knows. “Looks like the watches are bugged, Mig. Probably an effect the anomaly had.” “So we’re stranded?” You rip off your mask and place a hand on your hip. “Yup!” She nods. “For how long?” Miguel pinches his nose bridge with his finger and thumb.

“Well, most part-time spiders are off doing other missions in other dimensions and the other half of them have the day off. No one will be available until morning.” “So, we’re staying the night.” You lift your arms up and slap them down. “I’m finding a hotel.” You turn and look around for any around you two. Miguel sighs and faces Lyla. “Is there another way home? Are we safe from the glitching?” Lyla nods, pulling up frames and data for him to look at. “Safe from glitching. Probably just a program issue. Maybe an update issue. Unfortunately, not even Margo is at HQ so your next bet is waiting for a spider to portal you two back.” She explains and glitches out of the air. He tries to find a new solution but comes up short, deciding to just accept it before he grows angry. Miguel hears you calling his name as you run back to where Lyla and him were standing. “Okay, I found a hotel! I talked to this lady up front–luckily the currency is the same as yours–and we got extra lucky,” You huffed with a wide smile on your face. “They’re pretty busy but she managed to get us a room with two beds and two bathrooms. Left her a tip, hope you don’t mind.” You placed your hands on your hips and continued to grin at the frown on his lips.

Miguel rolled his eyes and called for Lyla, her little form glitching back and perching on his shoulder. “Lyla, get back to base. Let the others know we’ve been stranded and call for backup whenever someone’s available.” Her vibrant yellow glare shifts as she moves, her hand coming up in a salute and a police hat glitching on her head. “You got it, boss! Have fun you two!” She giggles and phases out. Miguel passes by you coldly, heading for the hotel where you booked for the night. You yawn behind him, just wanting to rest after a wasted day of failing to catch an anomaly. You walked through the hallways of the hotel, checking down at your key for the number of your room. Once you found it, you slipped the keycard on the lock and opened the door. “Home sweet–” You cut yourself off after peeking into the room and what greeted you was a singular bed. “Wha–?!” You glanced back at the roomkey number and the plate outside, finding the two matching that this was indeed your room for the night. “I swear I asked for two–” “I’ll take the floor.” Miguel grumbles behind you, his entire frame stiff and rigid. You take a look up at him and his face is unamused and staring straight ahead to avoid your eye. “No, it’s–it’s fine,” You chuckle nervously and walk over to the bed. You pat the edge of it and try to convince yourself and Miguel that everything was fine. “There’s so much space. It’s like–what– a king size? We have plenty of room to share!” Miguel doesn’t seem convinced in the slightest, already making a move to grab a pillow. “I don’t even move that much in my sleep! Promise! Pinky promise.” You hold up your pinky to Miguel and he stops to stare at your hand with a deadpan expression. “Fine.” He grunts, placing the pillow back down and not wanting to deal with you any further since he was exhausted.

You, in fact, actually do move a lot in your sleep–Miguel figured out. He really was exhausted and expected himself to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow but with you next to him, it was like the energy hadn’t left his body. He laid there straight as a pole with the blanket at his chest and staring at the ceiling. You were in dreamland, snoozing and sprawled on the mattress– blissfully unaware of Miguel’s misery by the situation at hand. You shifted around in your sleep, your hand hitting his shoulder or your leg bumping against his ankle. Miguel could handle it. He’s spent many uncomfortable all-nighters so he thought to himself that one more wouldn’t be too damaging for him. It wasn’t until you moved further to his side of the bed that had Miguel’s heart racing. You turned to his side, throwing your leg over his and your arm draped around his neck to bring him closer to you. His arm instinctively went under your body and held your waist while you pressed yourself against him, so as to not make the position uncomfortable for either of you. Miguel’s cheeks burned while you nuzzled to his chest, acting like he was some sort of teddy bear. He hoped his heartbeat wouldn’t wake you from your slumber. Your thighs were close together and any closer you’d start accidentally grinding on him. Miguel looked back up at the ceiling and prayed that you’d move soon.

His prayers were not answered. You woke up after feeling a bit too much heat and it became unbearable to sleep through. You blinked away the sleep groggily, wondering why the pillow you had been on had gotten a little more firm. You lifted your head to see you weren’t on your pillow but basically cuddling up against your boss. You looked down to see your legs intertwined together and turned your head to apologize when you stopped seeing Miguel’s cheeks flush red. His eyes did not meet yours but you felt the pounding of his heart. A smile curled up on your lips, apology wiped off your mind and instead leaning into wanting to taunt him for how shy he’s acting. “Miguel,” You tease with a bit of laughter. “Aw, c’mon. A little accidental cuddle gets you nervous?” Miguel glares at you from the corner of his eye. As you laugh, you continue moving against him. You don’t notice how he takes a sharp inhale when your knee brushes against his crotch as you lift yourself up. Your hands rest on either side of his head. “Did you even sleep? Or did you just stay up all night like some perv?” You snort, having the time of your life seeing your usually sulking boss look so cute with red scattered across his cheeks. Miguel squeezes your waist then uses both his hands to grab you and force you down on his thigh. You gasp in shock, all playfulness leaving your body as your core hits his firm muscle. The action ignites a spark in your chest that sends it straight between your legs, making you whimper, all in a split second.

You snap your head towards him, cheeks already burning and mouth dropped open in shock. Miguel meets it with a cheshire like grin, his own blush on his cheeks but less now that you’re more flustered than him. “Careful,” He says. “Wouldn’t want to be some sort of perv, huh?” You could’ve sworn his voice dropped down an octave. You stutter, unable to respond back as he rendered you speechless. His thigh flexed and it sent a jolt up your spine with your cunt throbbing which he felt. Maybe it was him being tired, drained from the day that he was acting out of character. Too tired to care about the consequences while his mind clouded and numbed his usual feelings. For now, he enjoyed the way your hands gripped onto his shoulders, cute eyes wide open and feeling the delicious beat of your pussy on his thigh. He rubs your hips on his thigh, his muscle flexing to put some stimulation to your pussy. You squeak and lean forward as the pleasure runs through your body and makes you grow hot. “Miguel…!” You gasp and moan. You automatically grind yourself on him and his grin widens, leaning back to see the show. Miguel feels your wetness seep through the thin fabric of your suit and panties onto his own suit. He phases just a small part of his thigh out his suit to feel just how wet you’ve gotten with a little teasing. “Already?” He murmurs and your cheeks burn brightly. “You like this, huh?” “Fuck…” You huff out, hanging your head to not meet his gaze. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he moves your hips. “C’mon. Show me how much you like this.” You know he was only doing this to get back at you for teasing him, for booking a one bed instead of two and with how his patience had run out from being stranded here, you decided not to test that anger anymore.

So you slowly moved up and down his thigh with a soft whimper, shutting your eyes close while you did so. Your breathing grew heavy, and you shook with every slight movement on his end. Slowly, you picked up speed, the lust flooding your mind and the pace you were going at hadn’t been enough. You humped his thigh faster, still opting out of looking down at him. “Shit…Not enough…” You murmured under your breath, not thinking he’d heard you over the accumulating wet sounds on his skin and shuffling of bed sheets. “Let me help.” You hear him say and feel his hand by the zipper of your suit at the nape of your neck. Weak from your pleasure, you let him tug your suit off your torso. Miguel tapped your thighs as a signal to lift yourself up while he slipped the rest of it off you. You were now bare in front of him, his hands placed back at your hips. You still felt embarrassed, trying to cover up your chest with your arms and hands. Miguel wasn’t having it, growing annoyed at you covering yourself. He cupped the back of your neck and pulled you flushed down on his chest. “Keep going.” He growled. The rumble of his voice went straight to your cunt once more, succumbing to him as you began grinding yourself on him, skin to skin. Your folds smeared your juices on his thighs coating him in your wetness. The swollen nub of your clit rolled deliciously between you and his thigh and you panted softly as you tried chasing you high.

“There you go. That’s it.” Miguel murmured, bucking his thigh to your pussy to the same pace of your humping. He held your hip with one hand to help you and his other hand raked up and down your back, his talons scratching your flesh. “You’re doing so good. Good girl riding my thigh, yeah?” He purred which made you groan and buck your hips faster. “Miguel…” You breathed out. “More, more.” You pleaded. His talons pricked your skin. “Cum on my thigh first and maybe I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Peter B. met you two once the portal fully opened up in your stranded dimension. He greeted you with a smile, Mayday babbling in her carrier. “Hey! Glad you guys survived the night. Took a minute to get you guys. Sorry about that.” He playfully punched Miguel’s and your shoulder. You beamed at him and held Mayday’s little hand, wiggling it around softly enough to make her giggle. “Hope it wasn’t agonizing.” Peter chuckles to you. You chuckle back and step away from Mayday, giving the two a smile. “Not at all. He’s surprisingly good company.” Miguel doesn’t react behind you. “Oh, yeah? Must be going soft. Big guy isn’t just pleasant for anybody.” Peter says. “Funny how things work out.” You grin and turn around to peck Miguel’s cheek and walk towards the portal. “I’ll see you guys later?” You give a wink and slip into the portal, your body phasing out and leaving the two men behind. Peter gapes at the warping space where you had just left and slowly turns to Miguel to see his friend, very much stiff but his face has a slight tint to it. “Did something happen–” Miguel shoves his face aside and phases his mask over his head to hide his cheeks. “Cállate.” He mutters and enters into the portal towards his dimension.

Peter gets snapped out of his stupor by Mayday babbling and waving her arms around as if cheering Miguel and you on. Peter looks down at her and grabs her little hand in his. “He’s growin’ up, huh?” Mayday squeals.

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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childhood sweethearts (3) II a.russo x reader

series playlist part one part two

this fic really does have my heart tbh childhood sweethearts (3) II a.russo x reader

alessia exhaled shakily, tapping her foot nervously as her eyes flickered repeatedly between the time on her phone and the door to the cafe, counting down each second which passed that you didn't arrive.

maybe you just weren't going to show up at all, could she even blame you if you didn't? it had been six years since the two of you really spoke, and your last words exchanged were hardly on friendly terms.

when her mum had called her to invite her to dinner with your family, her heart leapt into her throat. your name was something that hadn't crossed her mind in years, well no actually that was a lie.

alessia often wondered what you were up to, occasionally in a moment of weakness imagining what would be different had things not gone the way they had between you both.

but she'd banish those fleeting thoughts and insecurities as quickly as they arrived, knowing she'd just spiral into a tornado of overthinking if she dwelled on them too much.

alessia tried to trick herself into believing she was fine with how things had ended, pushing her real feelings deep down away and filing them under painful memories she'd rather not resurface ever again.

but they always did, and no more so then when you'd walked into that restaurant beside her brother and every thought, feeling, memory and emotion she'd repressed the last six years came soaring to the surface, she could have thrown up with how suddenly she was swamped by them.

the pain only grew when you refused to even meet her eye, greeting everyone else first and alessia was almost certain if you hadn't had to sit beside her the two of you likely wouldn't have even conversed that entire night.

"hi i'm so sorry i'm late i got held up at work." she was snapped out of the depths of her overthinking as you hurriedly dropped down into the seat across from her, exhaling heavily and dropping your bag on the floor beside you.

"that's alright, i hope everythings okay?" alessia rushed out, playing with her fingers which sat dormant in her lap as you nodded, starting to ramble on about the frustration of substitutes not doing their assigned pick up duty so you'd had to fill in.

realising you were getting on a tangent and meeting those ever so familiar ocean blue eyes you suddenly stopped, clearing your throat and apologising.

"you don't need to be sorry, you've clearly found the right career. mum was right when she said she was sure you're an amazing teacher." alessia complimented with a soft smile as you nodded, admittedly still unsure quite how to interact with her after so much time.

"so...how have you been?"

"-no because that time was entirely your fault! you were always getting us in trouble." you chuckled, shaking your head at the grinning blonde across from you, your coffees long finished, empty mugs pushed to the side.

"i was not!" alessia defended herself with a playful offended scoff, unable to stop the smile spreading on her face. "you so were! every single time we had detention it was your fault, and any time we got in trouble with our parents it was one of your genius ideas that lead up to it." you couldn't help but smile yourself at the fond memories.

"miss!" your head turned as you heard a voice call out for you, spotting one of your students frantically waving at you from the counter. "sorry, he insisted on saying hi. i tried to explain that you have your own life outside of the classroom." his mum smiled apologetically as the boy hurried over and she chased after him.

"thats perfectly alright. i always say if you guys see me around to give me a wave and thats what you did, charlies one of my best behaved students! aren't you?" you smiled fondly, holding your hand out for a high five which he happily gave you with a grin, waving goodbye as his mum smiled gratefully and hurried the two of them away to another table.

"sorry about that." you apologized to alessia, a slight blush coating your cheeks as the blonde shook her head. "don't be, that was quite adorable. your class clearly love you and who could blame them." alessia complimented with a dangerously familiar look in her eyes as you forced a small smile and glanced down to your phone, eyes widening as you realised you'd been here well over two hours now.

"i should really get going, i've got dinner to cook and lesson planning to do for tomorrow." you smiled apologetically, alessia nodding in understanding as you both reached for your bags. "could we do this again, soon?" the girl asked hopefully as the two of you stood outside, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek.

"look alessia it was great catching up and i'm really glad that football and everything else is working out so well for you. but i just, i don't know if i can make this a regular thing." you admitted with a slight wince, watching as her face fell at your answer.

"why not?" as soon as the hurt was plain on her face it was gone, replaced instead with a firm look of defiance, folding her arms over her chest. "you know why, please don't make me say it." you responded quietly, shuffling uncomfortably and adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

"god you are so frustrating." alessia dragged her hands down her face with a shake of her head. "whats that supposed to mean?" you were now the one to respond with a frown.

"its like i said at the restaurant y/n we were best friends for years before anything changed. we've just spent the however many hours reflecting on how good that time was, i know the way things ended wasn't ideal but why can't we just work on getting a friendship back?" alessia almost begged, taking a step toward you and frowning as you immediately took one back away from her.

"before anything changed...the way things ended? you are so arrogant, as if it was nothing!" you scoffed and shook your head in disbelief that she could dismiss what happened so easily. "that's not what i fucking meant and you know it, don't put words in my mouth." alessia warned, jaw clenching tightly.

"no i think it was exactly what you meant. at least to me alessia what went on between us meant a hell of a lot, and it hurt when everything fell apart. for god sakes we were each others first everything! i can't just go back to being your friend after six years like none of it even happened." you had to stop yourself from shouting at her, well aware that she was a public figure now and though the cafe behind you wasn't crowded, you never knew who was inside listening.

"you are putting words in my mouth. just-" "no alessia, i've spent too fucking long getting over you to fall back into the trap of caring again." you regretted the words from the moment they fell from your lips, cringing with a shake of your head.

"i need to go i'm sorry. i really didn't want to argue with you but i just-I can't do this with you again alessia, good luck with everything." you forced a pained smile, the strikers stomach plummeting as you reached out, your fingertips just ghosting hers sending a bolt of electricity up her arm at the feeble touch, hurrying off away before she could even open her mouth to respond.

it seemed your words had struck a chord as you didn't hear a single peep from the girl the entire week following, it had been days of radio silence between you both and you had spent the whole time convincing yourself that was what you wanted and it was for the best.

you weren't sure what alessia had said to her own mum but yours seemed to be relentless in pestering you about how catching up for coffee went, you once again dismissing that too much time had passed and it was awkward.

though the ever persistent woman didn't take the hint it wouldn't be happening again and had tried time after time to press you for more, and you'd taken to dodging her phone calls all week just to avoid the ongoing conversation.

on the bright side you'd made it through another week and you were settling in well to life back in london.

you'd found a favorite coffee spot for your much needed morning brew on the way to work, loved your new school and your class, had dinner and drinks last night with a few co-workers at a local tapas bar and genuinely enjoyed their company, you were on top of your workload and despite needing to currently dodge her you were enjoying living closer to family again.

however you were a creature of habit and so saturday nights were always your night to relish in your own company, recharge for the week and properly switch off. armed with a face mask, a chinese and a glass or bottle of wine at your side, finding some sort of trashy reality nonsense to engross yourself in for the evening.

your family knew this and knew to leave you be, your friends knew this and had long given up trying to drag you out with them unless it was for some sort of holiday or celebration, and your co-workers you'd only gone out with last night and weren't yet all that close to.

which is why it caught you so off guard for your phone to be ringing at half past eleven at night, you'd almost dozed off with a bowl of crisps in your lap, snapping to attention at the ringtone.

rubbing your eyes you fumbled around in the blankets adorning your body for your phone, eventually finding it and answering without looking at the contact, assuming at this time of night it was either an emergency or a scam.

how you regretted that choice.

"you actually answered!" you winced as a loud and very intoxicated voice slurred in excitement, holding the phone away from your ear at the unexpected volume, music pumping away and people laughing in the background.

"alessia?" "baby! what you doin?" the girl slurred and you could already imagine the dopey smile which would be plastered on her face at her words, and the way the corner of her eyes would crease as she squinted.

you grimaced at how much one simple word could cause years of healing to wash instantly away. one little baby and you were suddenly sixteen again, wrapped up in her strong arms sharing soft kisses and giggling about something that happened at school that day.

growing up alessia wasn't one to ever drink all that often given how much time and energy she invested into being an athlete. though on the rare occasions she did drink you quickly learnt the girl couldn't handle her alcohol.

she was a messy drunk to say the least and anytime a drop of alcohol passed her lips you'd abandon your own, knowing you needed to be there and sober to look after her.

"why are you calling me? and at...half past eleven at night." you sighed, collapsing back into the lounge and tiredly rubbing your eyes. "because i wasn't lying when i said i missed you." she laughed and you shook your head at her words.

"alessia you're drunk. i'm going now, please be safe." you tried to wrap up the conversation, knowing she'd likely be embarrassed about this when she sobered up tomorrow, finger hovering over the little red button to end the call then and there.

god how you wished you'd pressed it.

"wait! i'm really smashed and my friends all left me, i can't find them and i need to go home. i'm seeing double babe!" the blonde groaned and you heard a smash and some yelling, your eyebrows furrowing at the noise.

"call an uber home then, or get a taxi." you remanded firmly but softly, knowing that in times like this she needed things very clearly broke down for her.

"i don't know how! i can barely see my fucking phone screen, can you come and get me?" she continued as you withheld a groan, sharply pinching the bridge of your nose at the seemingly never ending flow of possibilities for whatever you answered next.

"where are you?"

"god what am i doing here?" you mumbled to yourself, insecurely playing with the strings of your hoodie, feeling incredibly under dressed as patrons of the bar you were stood outside of stumbled around with giggles and drunken cheers.

"y/n?" you turned at your name, frowning at the unfamiliar voice as your eyes finally landed on alessia, who was not alone. "oh wow it is you, hi?" lotte spoke in surprise, eyes wide as alessia cheered when she spotted you, you weren't particularly close to many of the girls football friends but that hadn't meant you'd not known or become fond of some of them over the years, lotte and ella in particular were two names who came to mind.

"baby you actually came!" alessia stumbled her way over with her heels in hand, wrenching her bicep away from lottes careful grip. she was dressed in blue jeans and a charcoal coloured knitted vest, toned arms on full display as a rolex which probably cost you a months salary glinted on her wrist under the streetlights.

you shoved her away as she placed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, but had no choice but to grab her hands and steady her to stop her from falling over right afterwards.

"i didn't know you two were..." lotte trailed off with an awkward pause of uncertainty as you quickly shook your head, smacking away alessia's hands which poked at and clung onto you.

"we're not anything. we caught up for coffee once and it didn't go well, and then she called me tonight saying she was drunk and her friends left her and she needed a lift home." you sighed at the realization you'd clearly been played, feeling stupidly gullible as you swallowed the urge to yell at the tall dopey blonde beside you who really you knew had minimal control over her actions right now.

"well she ran off for a bit when we changed bars but then we found her again, we were actually going to send her off home but we weren't sure if a taxi would even take her, she's had a few too many." lotte winced apologetically as you nodded along with a sigh, knowing exactly how the older girl behaved when she drank.

"russo has a secret missus?" a brunette with a thick irish accent shouldered her way to the front of the group, slinging an arm around lotte and you shifted somewhat uncomfortably as her eyes narrowed and scanned you up and down.

"used to, not anymore. she hates me now!" alessia rolled her eyes moodily and you winced, knowing that sober she wouldn't have likely confessed that, especially given how much the brunettes eyes widened at the new information.

"wouldn't have pegged you for the type to drunkenly dial an ex russo, i learn new things about ya every day. she's quite fit though!" the brunettes lips curled into a smile and you felt a hot flush creep up your neck.

"lay off mccabe!" alessia scowled as her arm draped over your shoulder and you grunted as her body weight bore into you, struggling to keep the taller girl upright.

"oo and you're also the jealous type are ya russo!" mccabe continued to wind the drunken blonde beside you up with a grin, another girl stepping in to drag her back to the group with an apologetic smile flicked your way.

"are you sure you're right with her? i can get her in a taxi." lotte offered sincerely, glancing over her shoulder as someone from her group yelled at her to hurry up.

"no its fine, don't let her ruin your night. i know she's ruined plenty of mine before with her drunken antics." you sighed sparing alessia a glance who scoffed and stumbled slightly as you grabbed her.

"did not!"

ignoring her you again urged lotte to join her friends, sending her a reassuring smile and bidding her a good night as you struggled to move alessia through the crowd of drunken party goers and won the street towards where you'd parked.

"for fuck sakes just get in you idiot!" you grunted as you all but shoved her into the passenger seat, clicking her seatbelt in and slamming the door shut.

"why me? why?" you looked up to the sky with a sigh of defeat, rubbing your temples for a second before moving around to the drivers side and sliding inside, wincing at the strong smell of alcohol wafting from the girl beside you.

"don't touch anything!" you swatted her hands away as she reached for the gearstick, sinking back into her chair with a huff. "you're so bossy now, you weren't this bossy before. you used to do whatever i told you!" alessia slurred with a roll of her eyes as you started up the car.

"yeah? well then it took me six years to grow a backbone. now where am i taking you?" "home." "well obviously alessia but i don't know where that is, do I?" "god can you stop that!" "pardon?" "the whole alessia thing, i hate the way you say it. call me less, or lessi, literally anything else!"

"just tell me where the hell im driving you so i can go to bed? please!" you sighed in frustration, looking at her expectantly. "fine. only if you agree to hang out with me again!" the blonde tilted her head at you, staring with half lidded eyes.

"that is not how this works. i'll kick you out right here and you can walk home!" "if i end up dead in a ditch cause you left me i don't think your mum or my mum would be very happy." "maybe not but you know what? you are no longer my problem to deal with or my mess to clean up anymore alessia. you're responsible for your own shitty choices and their consequences! like calling your ex and lying about your situation to come and get her to pick you up, and then trying to manipulate her into doing what you want." you exploded suddenly, hands balled into fists as you let out your pent up frustration at this entire messy situation.

there was a thick silence that followed afterward and you refused to look at her, feeling her eyes bore holes into the side of your head.

"god you look so good when you're angry."

you let out a groan, head thumping down onto your steering wheel in defeat. the comment took you right back again to being a lovesick teenager, alessia's blatantly charming cockiness both equally attractive as it was infuriating even back then.

"just please tell me where you live so i can take you there and be done with all of this." "um...i forget." "you forget? how the hell do you forget where you live!" "stop yelling at me i'm drunk! all i can think about is jager and vodka and tequila and-" "i don't need a walk through tour of the bar cart currently sitting in your stomach alessia. can you seriously not remember your address?" "nope." "give me your phone then, its gotta be saved in there somewhere."

you grabbed it out of her hands with a roll of your eyes when she refused to hand it over, but trying to open it was a fruitless activity as the screen remained black.

"its dead." alessia commented with a lopsided smile and you almost threw it out of your window. your fingers drummed the steering wheel trying desperately to think of a way out of this. you didn't have lottes number so that was out, and you couldn't just leave her here as tempting an idea as that was.

you didn't have any of her families numbers, you knew where she used to live with them but that was hardly close by and you didn't even know for certain if they'd moved or not, and you did not want to call your mum for support right now.

which painstakingly and infuriatingly left you with all but one option as you sighed and shifted your car into drive, pulling away from the curb.

"where are we goin?" "home."

"this is really nice babe!" alessia slurred as you stumbled through your front door precariously balancing the intoxicated footballer clinging onto you, kicking it closed behind you and tossing your keys on your hallway table.

"stop calling me that." you mumbled, dragging her into the living room and pushing her to sit down on your lounge as you rubbed your neck, which was throbbing from having to cart around the girl who was easily a foot taller than you, and being so drunk meant leaning her entire body weight into you.

"make me some food please." alessia demanded, head thumping back into the sofa as her eyes fluttered closed. "what do you think i'm your on call taxi driver and personal chef?" you scoffed, kicking her sharply in the leg to wake her back up as she whined at the action.

"the last thing you need is anything else in your system which could wind up on my floor later. are you sure you don't feel the need to be sick?" you asked for the fifth time this evening as the blonde nodded wordlessly.

"c'mere and gimme a cuddle baby girl." her lips curled into a dopey smile as she opened her arms expectantly, barely able to hold her own head up as your entire body cringed at the long familiar endearment.

"absolutely not, and stop calling me names. you're going to bed!" you refused, wishing the ground would swallow you up as alessia groaned.

"you're so stubborn, and so hot. i miss you!" the blonde slurred as you grabbed her hands, hauling her to her feet with a grunt and stumbling your way to the guest bedroom, sighing in relief as you dropped her onto the mattress.

"no you don't, you're drunk." you replied firmly, running a hand through your hair with a sigh. "i do! i have for years, the one that got away." alessia shrugged, arm flopping across her face as her eyes closed.

with a roll of your eyes you left her for a moment, hurrying across the hall to your own bedroom and grabbing out some clothes. she may right now be the most infuriating person on the planet but you weren't about to make her sleep in jeans.

you hated yourself for caring, why didn't you just ignore the phone earlier?

"jesus alessia." you sighed as you returned to find her with her jeans around her ankles and her vest stuck over her head, meaning you quickly averted your eyes from her half naked form.

"help! i've gone blind!" the blonde yelled and you bit your lip to stop the smile breaking out on your face, shaking your head firmly. "stop that, god you're useless." you couldn't help but chuckle as you helped her strip off the rest of her clothes, again careful your eyes only remained on her face.

"made you smile." alessia slurred with a stupidly attractive smirk, poking at you as you pulled a black baggy shirt over her head, handing her a pair of shorts which she promptly threw over her shoulder.

"alessia!" you huffed as she shrugged, mumbling something about sleeping naked as she rolled over and with much struggle managed to get into the bed.

"god you're a nightmare." you turned to leave her as a hand gripped at the back of your hoodie, firmly yanking you downwards.

"no! get off." you grunted, struggling to wrench her hand away as she attempted to pull you into a hug. "i want a hug! i'll probably never see you again." alessia whined needily as you continued to fight her.

"ohh you always did like when i touched you there." the blonde laughed as her hand accidentaly grazed your bum and your breath hitched momentarily before you pulled yourself free, shoving her back down into the bed.

"jesus christ alessia please shut up before you embarass yourself any further, the less i have to explain to you tomorrow the better." you flared your nostrils and took a deep breath, counting to three and turning away.

"where you goin?" "to bed alessia, go to sleep." "isn't this your bed?" "no this is my guest bedroom, not that i can even really call you that given i had no choice in you staying here." "you can afford a two bedroom flat on a teachers salary? wow baby you're doing good!" "please stop calling me that, now go to sleep." "can't we cuddle? for old times sake, friends cuddle!" "we're not friends." "ouch, way to land a blow babe." "i told you to stop calling me that, now please just go to sleep."

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part four

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #alessia russo #woso blurbs #engwnt #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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jamil-s-wifey · 10 months

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Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

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And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

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plumsliva · 3 months

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Another drawing to illustrate my writing :p Not so confident about this one tbh but eh Text:

"How do you feel while you are in the Nothingness? And what do you think about this place?" The already familiar whisper flowed through his mind, enveloping every neuronal ending of his brain and penetrating into the cracks between the convolutions. Despite the familiarity of this sensation, it still makes him stop every time. Stop in thoughts, stop in place, stop in action. This causes him to miss a hit from spectre, which damages a corner of the fabric of his jersey and causes a shallow scratch in the area of his left side. There is no pain, but the feeling of the skin of his physical shell tearing is not pleasant. Fortunately or unfortunately, his “offender” did not have long to live after this.The final blow of the bat finishes off the miserable creature, leaving splashes of red ectoplasm all around. The Batter shakes the sticky substance off of his purification weapon, forgetting for a second about the question that was asked of him, but as soon as the threads tightened on his tendons, he spoke. - Nothing, - The purifier answers, walking further along the smoky mine, looking around in search of new evil spirits. "What do you mean nothing?" The Player was restlessly trying to get a more satisfactory answer for them. And can you blame them? How can one word answer such a complex and interesting question? - Nothing means nothing, - The monotonous voice of the puppet again interrupted the silence in the dark corridors, echoing and rushing further, - I don’t feel anything and I don’t think anything about the Nothingness. And he didn't lie. Each time returning to Nothingness, the Batter seemed to lose the ability to think completely, as well as to sense the space around him. He felt how he moved his limbs while walking, but didn't feel how his foot came into contact with a hard surface. There was no ceiling, no walls and no floor that would limit movement, as well as no rules of physics and human logic. It didn’t matter in which direction, at what height or at what angle you take a step, you will always find your way to the Zone you need. Every move you made there had no meaning, there was always only one result - green stars, which like flowers had a red center of destination points. What could he say about the endless whispers of those who are lost in the nooks and crannies of darkness? About the whispers that don't give space for your own thoughts… Except for one that tells you to get out of this place as soon as possible before you go crazy like the persons who mutter senseless nonsense in your ears.

#art #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #off game #off mortis ghost #off fanart #the batter #batter fanart

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modawg · 2 months

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my favorite thing to think about is camp half blood and them as a community so here’s random chb head cannons bc i said so and i love them

this is gonna be long

i’ve said this before i’ll say it again Aphrodite cabin haircut day (which spans abt a week) it’s a whole production they have a sign up system and everything like an actual salon it’s super fun because everyone’s just talking to eachother and laughing as they sit on the floor infront of their “hair stylist”

basically every year like a yearly check up (see point 2) the aph cabin will hold a yearly hair cut day(s) where you can come in and really request anything but it’s really for just trims so no one’s walking around with split ends

don’t get me wrong if you want to cut your own hair you can you can also get a haircut any other time of the year if you want but it’s like a whole thing and it’s just easiest to do it during that time

yearly health screenings!! they also do like a screening when you first come into camp to see if anyone has allergies disabilities etc etc this is also a whole production but is less fun (apollo kids are more strict when it comes to your literal health)

on sunny days people lounge in the grass taking the sheets from their beds to make picnic type blankets but literally once one small group does it the entire field is covered in blankets all connected

when this happens it’s such a fun experience sometimes they’ll have kids dueling to the left while to the right some apollo kids are playing and singing with their friends as they pass strawberries throughout the entire coven and get sunburnt together

there’s a sign next to the dock that says “no running on dock” and edged under it is “unless percy’s on duty”

i feel like when percy is near the water/near the dock it becomes an automatic like safe zone and kids love it bc they can sprint and cannon ball off the dock without embarrassingly slipping and going to the infirmary with their heads down

speaking of percy he has a class teaching kids how to preen and handle the pegasi (pegasus??) where a bunch of them will come and lay out in the sun and he’ll walk around showing on blackjack what feathers to pluck and which to leave alone etc etc

genuinely fuck the godly parent pavilion table rule everyone sits where they want to sit when you first come it’s customary to sit with your siblings just so you get used to the people you’ll be living with but once your comfortable you sit with your friends when you want to

some kids don’t even sit at the table they sit on the floor or right outside the pavilion on the grass or on the edge with their close friend they try to not have kids eating in the big house but who’s to really stop them tbh

(i believe this one’s kinda cannon) but they have a comunal tv inside the big house along with the comunal computer and they have movie nights or you can sign up for a personal movie night but 90% of the time people will probably join you

also comunal landline lol

they also make their own movies and host their own plays when they want to (see next point) normally the apollo and aphro kids help with this but it always comes down to the hephaestus kids who record and convert so everyone can watch it on the big screen

many kids who passed in the wars are preserved in this way

PLAYS they have so many plays hosted normally by the apollo kids hephaestus and aphrodite kids help with the assembly and makeup surprisingly the 2 most cabins who actually preform (aside from apollo) are athena and ares

idk i feel like ares kids need this outlet they always act like they’re doing it only bc a lot of their friends are creatives but it’s a lie

normally the plays are just greek myths that they do with a modern twist but they can also do poems or other fun things the kids want (it’s kinda like a talent show type thing)

camp magazine!! again i’ve said this before but GYATTTT i will die on the hill of camp magazine

the magazine is a short little thing that goes out once a month normally having camp gossip interviews and reminders that go out for the month

every month the cover is decided by the ending of the previous magazine (there’s a poll) sometimes they have special guest models on the front like vogue when the aphro kids are really feeling themselves

percy has been this model on many occasions and tho he doesn’t really know it annabeth has kept every cover he’s on

this magazine was originally run by selina and after she died it was sent out to memorialize the kids who died during the first war with a pic of her and charlie as the front cover; it stopped running after that

yearly ms o’leary camp cleaning day

this is the most hectic day in chb herstory like genuinely

they have to split into 3 groups A B and C once A gets tired B comes in once Bs tired C comes in then it starts again

percy’s there as a constant stream of water and the hephaestus kids make giant scissors so they can trim her along with extra big dog brushes so they can get all her fur (i head cannon her as a HUGE fluffy dog fight with a wall idc) they always finish her off with some bows and a feast to celebrate

athena kids have a sign up sheet outside their cabin where you can sign up to get tutored you just write what you need help with and when you want the help and someone normally can

same with ares kids and learning how to fight

tbh most cabins have this when it comes to certain special talents like learning how to play instruments or gardening

they have a huge bulletin in the big house where people can pin things up have it be reminders about yearly things pictures they want up help wanted posters (lol) drawings really anything

you can leave everything up for a week for everyone to see then it’s a curtesy thing to take it down to make room for new things

help posters are infact a thing normally it’s just with things they can’t get help with day of or something that isn’t actually too important or for something far in the future

ie, if they need more actors for their play or a window won’t close or something

everyday (and this is cannon) you have a chore if you bust your ass to the big house you can sign up to some of the good ones that don’t take as long but the longer you wait to sign up the faster the good ones go

this sets up for a lot of bargaining between campers abt getting different chores but a lot of the times people do them together or with friends and it really isn’t that bad

kids often set up their own stands with different things could be sign up for a 2 minute sketch a lemonade stand or other random things

they sometimes set up field trips out to the mortal world emphasis on the sometimes

if they do it’s normally to a more crowded area like a museum or a park or something so it’s harder for monsters to smell them they also have to go armed and with at least 1 seasoned vet to every 2 campers

this has to be approved by chiron 1 month in advance and has to have said vets signature so kids are just making shit up

these groups don’t really get any bigger than 10 or so campers and they only really stay out for a couple hours but it’s always everyone’s favorite thing

since kids can’t use phones other then the landline they have a lot of cameras like a LOT of cameras every cabin has a couple and there are some in the big house too for kids to borrow and take pics with

if you break it you normally have to take on the chore of whoever’s fixing it along with whatever chiron says

you also sign up for these so they know when you took them when you brought them back and you MUST mark any scratches or anything that might happen so everyone is aware of the status of these cameras (they have monthly maintenance checks)

it’s really funny when you look through the pics different cabins take with their camera you can really tell who’s who’s

at the end of every month they get gone through by the cabin to delete whatever they don’t need and converted into whatever the cabins want so they can be preserved and reused later

camp family album; every year they take a camp picture

in the big house there’s a small library of things ranging from the memorial book to ancient greek books to the family album that holds signatures like a yearbook and camp pictures that chiron loves the most and he keeps in the book

the year(s) the books span over are written on the side so campers can look for themselves and see the history behind chb

ok i’m going to leave that at that bc i need to go clean but i will maybe come back to this later ok byeee～ (^з^)-♡

#hoo #pjo #heros of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #camp half blood #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth pjo #chb

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lovetorn · 1 year

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glitch — xavier thorpe [college au]

FratBoy!Xavier x Fem!Reader

Summary: based on glitch by taylor swift, in which you and xavier are hooking up with no feelings attached. well, at least that was the original plan.

Warnings: a bit cringe by me tbh, suggestive but no actual smut, swearing, situationship, xavier being a bit of a douche, mentions of vomit & alcohol, jealousy, enid being dramatic (as always, ily).

A/N: if you guys couldn't tell yet, i love au's. this one, however, isn't my favourite, but i love the song, so why not write about it? enjoy! (if there are any mistakes or warnings that need to be added, please message me!).

W/C: 4.4k

“Are you coming to the party tonight? Or do I need to drag you there by your ankles?” Enid asked, hands on her hips as she stood in the doorway of your bedroom. She was dressed and ready to go, head tilted as she observed you in the pink flannelette pyjama set she bought for you.

“I don’t want to go, E. I feel a migraine coming on.” Lie.

Enid rolled her eyes as you dramatically dragged the back of your hand across your forehead. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

You shook your head. “I would never.”

Enid sighed and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Okay, have fun on your own. I hope you feel better,” She pouted before turning and leaving. “Bitch.”

Your jaw dropped open, a smile forming on your lips as Enid laughed loudly. “Love you!”

Shaking your head, you tapped your phone screen, seeing a message. “Love you, too. Don’t have too much fun with me!”

“I would never.” Enid threw your words back at you as she shut the front door to your shared apartment.

The vibrations of the door closing reverberated throughout the flat, confirming Enid’s departure. You quickly opened up your messages.

Xavier She gone?

You Yep

You locked your phone and got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. You stripped out of the long pyjamas and threw on pyjama shorts and a tank top, quickly brushing your teeth and flattening your hair.

A quiet knock on the front door signalled Xavier’s arrival, and you washed out your mouth and ran to the door to greet him.

He stood tall in the hallway, a long dark grey coat over a navy hoodie and his hair loose, the strands looking slightly blonder in the warm light.

“Hey.” You smiled at him, heat rising to your cheeks as you watched his eyes trail down your body.

He didn't say anything as he stepped forward to capture your lips with his. You had half a mind to close and lock the door behind him as he walked you back into the living area, his hands on your hips.

“Nice to see you,” You mumbled bitterly on his lips which upturned when he felt you pull on the ends of his hair.

He leaned back from your face, his eyes heavy and dimples visible. “I missed you, sweetheart.”

You bit your bottom lip, sliding your hands to his waist while he moved to your cheeks. “Not going to the party?” You asked, already knowing his answer.

He scoffed and kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there. “Can’t.”

“Why?” You teased, shoving your hands under his hoodie to run your fingers along the skin of his abdomen.

He shivered and looked down at you. “Got a hot date.”

Your eyes widened, and your lips opened in false shock. Xavier’s fingertips traced your jaw softly, his head tilting with eyes full of desire.

“A hot date, yeah?”

His lips on yours stopped you, and you pushed the coat off his shoulders. The garment fell to the floor, and Xavier laid you on the couch. He climbed on top of you, his long limbs covering you.

Xavier pulled away, his nose brushing yours. “Some would go as far as to say the hottest date ever.”

You shook your head in shyness, laughing with your hands in his hair. As his mouth moved to your neck, you brought him closer.

You felt Xavier’s teeth on your skin as he grinned. “When’s Enid back?” He muttered, continuing his attack on your neck.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed his thigh between your legs. “Later.”

Xavier paused and pulled away.

You sighed. “Like, 11.”

He smiled again and pecked your lips. “Perfect.”

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Enid’s yelling from the kitchen woke you up. You rolled over in bed, body aching as you reached for the pillow beside you and shoved your head under it. “Y/n, get out here right now!”

Usually, you could tell the difference between Enid’s exclamations of excitement, joy, anger, exasperation, and upset. But right now, it was a mixture of all five which scared you the most.

You hopped out of bed, and when you realised your bare body, you tossed on a hoodie that had previously been on the floor. “Just a second!”

Enid was pacing; you could tell. You combed through your memories of last night, blushing at the thought of most of them, but you couldn’t remember forgetting anything in the living room.

Opening your bedroom door, Enid walked back and forth between the kitchen counter and couch, her thumbnail between her teeth.

“E.” You said, catching her attention. The blonde girl’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, and she rushed over.

“I’m having a full-on heart attack right now!” She exclaimed, latching onto the backs of your arms. “Ajax and I kissed last night!”

Your mouth hung open at the news, although your heart lept for her. “No way.”

“Yes, way! And then I asked him if it was good.” She cringed, screwing her eyes shut.

You scrunched your nose. “You didn’t.”

“I did!” Enid nearly yelled. “And that’s why I’m having a panic attack! What if he doesn’t want to see me again?”

“Enid!” You interrupted her anxiety-ridden questions. “He’s known and liked you forever. Of course, he’ll want to see you again. Ajax wouldn’t ruin your friendship like that. He knew what he was doing when he kissed you.”

Enid sighed and tilted her head. “Shit,” Her voice was higher than usual as she pondered your response. “Okay. That made me feel better.” She let go of your arms.

“Seriously?”

She nodded and then groaned. “We have to see him this afternoon.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Xavier invited us to the house to hang out this afternoon. So, Ajax will be there, obviously.”

Xavier and Ajax were part of a frat, so they lived in a house, not a college dorm or an apartment. You had been there countless times during college due to the parties they threw, but mostly because you were in a friend group with the boys, Enid, and Wednesday, whom you hadn’t seen in a while.

The problem was, nobody knew you and Xavier were seeing each other—it was more of a friends-with-benefits situation than a secret relationship deal, much to your dismay.

But, at the sound of his name, you blanched. Enid had turned around to pace again so she didn’t see your surprised expression. “Uh—Yeah, okay. Sounds good.”

She spun around sharply. “Why did you hesitate?”

Your eyes widened. “I didn’t.” But Enid shook her head.

“You did. Why? Is it Xavier?”

Your breath got stuck in your throat. “No, why would it be him?”

Enid shrugged. “He just wasn’t there last night. Someone said he was on a date, and I was gonna ask you if you knew, but I suspected it was a sensitive topic for you, you know, because you have a crush on him.”

You sighed in relief, masking it as a disappointed one. “Who he dates is none of my business. And I don’t have a crush on him.”

“But it is! You’re best friends; did he not tell you?” Enid said, ignoring the last part of your sentence.

“No, Enid.”

She gasped. “What a dick.” Then with a flick of her hand, she walked back to her room. “I’ll get it out of him one way or another.”

When Enid closed her bedroom door, you wiped your eyes with your fists to rid your eyelids of images of Xavier from last night.

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At 4pm, you and Enid stood outside Xavier and Ajax’s frat house. It was much cleaner than the others but still held a faint stench of alcohol and sensuality—much like every fraternity house.

“It’ll be okay, E. It’s just Ajax, who you’ve known for ages. Nothing to be afraid of.” You reassured Enid as you knocked on the door. Usually, you would walk straight in, but from recent experiences, you’ve learnt to wait and give the other house members a warning before entering.

“I could say the same thing about Xavier. He’s not scary, Y/n; just talk to him.” She replied.

You felt guilty for not telling her about you and Xavier’s situationship. It was years in the making.

“Hey, guys.” A voice you would know anywhere spoke when he opened the door. You looked up at him through your lashes as he grinned at you.

Xavier wore a maroon shirt and dark sweatpants. His hair was pulled back in a bun with his neck and hickeys exposed.

Enid gasped at the sight of them. “So you did go on a date last night!” She pointed at him, and Xavier gave her a tight-lipped smile.

“How does everyone know?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Not everyone,” Enid poked her thumb in your direction. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell Y/n.”

Xavier’s eyebrows jerked upward. “I didn’t tell anyone, Enid.”

The shorter girl hummed and slipped inside through the gap between Xavier and the doorframe. “I’m watching you, Thorpe.”

He rolled his eyes and turned back to face you when Enid was gone. “Hi.”

You smiled at him. “Hello, Xav. Have a good night?”

“Great night, actually. Thanks for asking.” He smirked, stepping aside to let you inside.

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You could feel Xavier’s eyes on you throughout the afternoon and into the night. You had snuck a few glances at most for fear the others would notice, but Xavier didn’t have a care in the world. He openly stared at you, drinking in your body while swimming in thoughts from the night before.

Enid had been looking between the two of you, connecting the dots in her head while she and Ajax spoke softly. They had been trying to figure out the odd behaviour of their best friends for a while, feigning innocence when asked about it. From disappearing at the same time during classes to making excuses on nights of planned events, they quickly realised that you and Xavier were together, and it was just a matter of time before everyone else came to the same conclusion.

It seemed Wednesday was next as she glanced at Enid before she spoke. Enid shook her head, but it was too late to intervene.

“Xavier?” Wednesday snapped. Her face was void of emotion as she called him.

“Yeah?” His gaze lazily swung to her, a dimple visible as he smirked. His hair had become loose at the front, allowing a few strands to hang by his temples, something he knew you loved.

“Aren’t you getting bored ogling Y/n?”

Ajax, Enid, a few other frat boys, and their guests looked in Xavier’s direction and then yours.

Xavier shrugged, his gaze leaving her to focus on you again. “No.”

You felt heat rush your cheeks as his eyes looked directly into yours from across the room.

“What about your date last night? Wouldn’t she be upset you’re checking out another girl?” Cindy, one of the sorority girls, asked. Her friends around her whacked her shoulders after she spoke.

Xavier exhaled deeply and then stood up. He didn’t reply as he walked into the kitchen.

“Xavier?” Cindy called.

“Yes, Cindy?”

“Who was the girl?”

Xavier returned to the living room with a beer bottle in his hand. “Doesn’t matter.”

You felt a sharp pang in your chest.

“But everyone wants to know. Is she your girlfriend?”

Xavier poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and let out an easy laugh. The room grew quiet as everyone listened in. “No, Cindy. She’s not.” His forefinger brushed the side of his nose.

“Does she even go to college, is she older?” Cindy giggled with a few of the other girls. Their laughter made you bite your bottom lip in discomfort. “Is it someone’s mom?”

The other frat boys hollered at the mention of an older woman, but Xavier glanced at you while the girls were conspiring, annoyance painting his features. A muscle in his jaw twitched.

“Why does it matter?” He spat, sitting on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at her and watched Cindy shrink in her seat.

“I guess it doesn’t, jeez.” Cindy had a look of disgust on her face. “Dickhead.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Xavier stood up again with his hands out in front of him, the neck of the bottle swinging between his fingers. “But at least I’m not one of those people like you who get off on gossiping about other people’s lives. Fuck off.”

The room sat in awkward silence, so Xavier threw his arm up and took the stairs two at a time to get to his room quicker.

Enid winced, her teeth together as she looked at you in question. You widened your eyes and shook your head in unknowing.

Someone across the room cleared their throat and started chatting again to break the tension.

“We should go,” Enid said to Ajax, getting your attention. Then she kissed him and hopped off the lounge. “Let’s go.”

Your eyes widened at your best friends' interaction, and you followed her out, waving back at Ajax.

“I should’ve followed him.” You said as you got into the passenger seat of Enid’s car.

“Why?” She asked, and you knew she knew. You gave her a deadpan look, and she squealed and turned to face you in the small car.

“This is the best news ever! You and Xavier are dating! It’s perfect.” Her smile was wide.

You scrunched up your face. “What? No, we’re not dating.”

Enid’s face dropped, confusion replacing her once excited manner. “What?”

“We’re not dating. We’re, like, you know.” You avoided telling it how it was. It hurt you too much sometimes.

“Fucking?”

You cringed. “Yeah.”

Enid shrugged and turned her key in the ignition. She could tell you didn’t want to speak on it further. “Better than not, right?”

You sighed, smiling sadly at her. “Sometimes.”

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Xavier had briefly mentioned he was coming over. You warned Enid that he would be over, to which she giggled.

“I can’t believe it,” She said. “My best friend and my other best friend, who are also best friends, are hooking up. This is like a tv show.”

You ignored her as you gave your eyelashes a final swipe of mascara. Enid sat on your bed and watched you finish up your preparation. She found it fascinating that you had kept this a secret for so long, despite her purposeful attempts at making you slip up.

“You’re being safe, right?” Her tone was laced with concern, and you were surprised at her sudden question.

You nodded and spun around on your spot on the floor in front of the mirror. “Nothing to worry about, E.”

“I also meant, like, emotionally. Is being with him like this worth it? Is it what you want?” You know she didn’t mean any harm, she was just asking the real questions, but the sudden turn in conversation had you reeling.

You sighed and turned back to the mirror, a blush brush between your fingers. “No, I don’t think so.” You whispered. Truth be told, you refused to think about the future and how this situation would affect your friendship in the long run. Maybe in another life, you would’ve asked him out instead of suggesting this.

Enid nodded and decided not to press further. She put a smile on her face, whether it was false for your sake, you didn’t ask.

“What time did you say he was getting here?” She sat scrutinising her nail polish as she asked.

You glanced at your phone lock screen. “Now.”

Enid simply laughed and stood up, hearing the expected knock on the front door. “Time to stir up some shit.”

“Don’t embarrass him too much.”

“I will.” She winked and went to greet him.

Enid opened the front door, and by the look on Xavier’s face, he wasn’t expecting to see her.

Xavier stammered before he spoke. “Enid! Hi, how are you?” His voice twinged with nervousness, and he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Enid smiled sarcastically at him. “I didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” Then she peered into the hallway. “Is Ajax coming up too?”

“Uhm, uh, no. I just need to help Y/n with something.”

“What? Classwork, notes, outfit options?” She squinted at him in suspicion.

Xavier smiled awkwardly at her. “Yeah, uh, class stuff.”

“What class?”

“You know….” His cheeks flushed a light red.

Enid furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. He was awful at lying when put on the spot, but she guessed that was a good thing. Xavier tucked his hair behind his ear and refused to meet her eyes.

“You are hopeless.” Enid sighed. “Well, I gotta get going; I’m meeting Ajax for dinner.” She walked back inside to grab her bag.

She brushed past you in the hallway. “Come on! He's so bad at this.” She exasperated. All you did was laugh, and then Enid squeezed past Xavier to leave.

“You have fun now!” Enid winked and Xavier paled.

Once Xavier knew she was in the elevator, he shut the door behind him, and you walked out of your room to see him wringing out his hands anxiously.

“Nice chat with Enid?”

Xavier sighed and shook his head, breaking a smile. “Fuck. I didn’t know she would be here.”

You put your hands up in surrender. “You told me when you were coming over.”

He nodded and walked toward you. “Guess I should’ve asked first.”

“No, that was pretty entertaining.” You contemplated, looking into his eyes. The green turning darker the longer you stood there.

“You’re so—” Xavier grabbed at your waist, tickling your sides. You screamed in laughter, trying to push his hands off you.

“Get off!” You squealed when he picked you up. Making his way to your room, Xavier snickered next to your ear, his hot breath in your ear before he threw you on your bed.

You watched Xavier strip out of his grey hoodie, leaving him in just a black tee and grey sweats before he clambered on top of you. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Really?” You teased, an eyebrow raised.

Xavier nodded, pushing your hair out of your face softly. “Would I lie to you, baby?”

You giggled and brushed his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I would know if you were lying. Your performance before was shit.”

And then Xavier’s long fingers found your sides again.

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“I am so excited!” Enid ran into your room with her phone clutched in her hand as she urged you to hurry up. “We’re going to be late!”

You touched up your make-up and ensured your hair was cooperating before you left.

Enid practically pulled you towards the Uber, giggling when you nearly tripped.

Once you were on your way, you fished your phone out of your bag, seeing texts from Xavier, who was already seemingly drunk.

Xavier When are will you b here I saved yu a seat on the couch u look so hot right now i knw it

Heat rose to your cheeks as you read the last one. You shoved your phone back in your bag and sat in anticipation.

Upon arrival, the frat house was already overflowing with college students, most of who you’d never seen before. You glanced at the sky; the stars were bright as they twinkled across the deep indigo sky.

Walking up to the house with Enid, you already had to sidestep empty beer cans and vodka bottles, cringing when someone threw up in the garden to your right.

Enid threw you a disgusted look. “Remind me why we’re here again?”

You pushed her shoulder and laughed. “You wanted to come!”

The blonde girl nodded solemnly and took the front steps two at a time. A group of guys pushed past you as you entered, the stench of sweat and beer leaking from their pores. You wrinkled your nose and hit Enid’s back softly so she would walk faster.

“Jax!” You could barely hear her over the music, but when Enid disappeared into the crowd, you knew she’d spotted Ajax. Standing on your own, you pushed onto your toes to try and search for Xavier. The house was glowing a deep red due to the overhead lights, making it difficult to see.

Xavier usually wasn’t hard to find due to his height and head of locks. Yet, he was nowhere in sight. You sighed and dropped to your feet before squeezing through the crowd to the kitchen.

Red solo cups and glass bottles littered the countertop, puddles of unknown liquid dripping onto the floor. Stepping around the island, you noticed Divina pouring drinks.

“Hey!” She said, handing you a cup. “Jungle juice?”

Her bright eyes watched your forehead crease in curiosity and disgust as you took the cup from her. “Thanks?”

Divina laughed and continued talking to a guy in her finance course.

“Have a good night, Y/n!” She called after you.

You slipped back into the throng of people, taking a sip of the concoction and nearly gagging. Gross.

“Y/n?” A deep voice exclaimed, causing you to turn. Tyler Galpin pushed through to get to you, and you tried to mask your surprise. Tyler had graduated two years before you and your friends and had something going on with Wednesday—something you didn’t dare ask the girl for fear you’d get your lips sewn together.

“Tyler, hi,” You smiled. “What’re you doing here?”

He shrugged. “I was bored, so I decided to check out the party.”

Conversations with Tyler typically went like this—small talk about college classes and jobs and why the alcohol the frat was handing out was so shit.

“Where’s Xavier? You’re usually attached at the hip.” His question sent a jab to your stomach. You were reminded you didn’t know where he was.

“Not sure. I’ll have to find him. It was nice seeing you, Ty.” You genuinely smiled at him, and Tyler nodded.

“You too, Y/n. Good luck trying to find him.”

You laughed and made your way to the outside area, where you assumed Xavier would be. With no luck, you turned back inside. But before you could go search for Enid instead, you caught him rushing up the stairs.

Enid, who you had also been looking for, called your name from the couch and motioned for you to go talk to him. You knew she knew what was going on.

So, this time, you went against your better judgement and followed him upstairs with Enid’s eyes following you.

You knew which room was his and didn’t knock as you entered.

Xavier sat on his bed. A half-empty beer bottle sat forgotten on his desk as his eyes traced patterns in the carpet.

“Baby,” You whispered, shutting the door behind you.

“No.” He said sharply, not meeting your eyes. "Go away."

Your forehead creased, and your chest hurt at his immediate dismissal.

“Xavier,” You sighed. “What happened? I'm not leaving until you tell me.”

It was a childish attempt, but you were desperate to know why he was so upset.

He shook his head and looked up, pain swimming in his green eyes. “There’s nothing to speak about.”

You took a step towards him, your concern flipping to irritation. “There is—”

“There isn’t!” Xavier exclaimed and stood up. “You made up your mind when you laid down the rules for this.” His hand motioned between you, and you knew what he was mad about. He had obviously seen you talking to Tyler, got the wrong idea, and then anxiety overrun his rational mind.

“We were supposed to be just friends, Xavier,” You reminded him, avoiding eye contact because if you did, you would cave. You wanted to see how far this would go, to see if he actually loved you like you wanted him to. “Nowhere did it say either of us had the right to get jealous. We were supposed to be just hooking up.”

“Just friends?” Xavier shook his head, a spiteful smirk on his face. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? Look at us!”

Oh, how quickly this had escalated.

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. Sure, you had gotten uncontrollably jealous in recent months when you saw him flirting with girls, and sure, you had cried yourself to sleep when he didn’t text you back, but you always denied it was because you loved him. Yet, the realisation didn't surprise you because you were expecting it.

Xavier shook his head and jabbed his thumb into his hard chest. “I’m getting jealous over some guy simply talking to you! That shouldn’t happen between just friends.”

“That’s not my fault! We agreed to stay friends.”

“You agreed to that, remember? I just sat there while you rattled out those stupid rules.”

“I know!” You pleaded, your hands in front of you as you watched his bored expression. You tried to stop yourself from saying the following words, but you couldn't deny yourself or him the potential of a relationship. It wasn't fair.

“I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?” His voice was indifferent, but you could see a spark in his eye.

“You know why.”

Xavier stood up from his spot on the bed. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Xavier, please.” You begged, closing your eyes.

“Y/n, say it,” He whispered, his voice dropping from its previous frustrated tone. “Because if you don’t, I will live the rest of my life in regret for ending things with you.”

You blinked at him, your eyes weary as you stepped closer. “Xav.”

“Please, Y/n. I need to know that this was all real.”

You sighed, reaching up to caress his cheek. Xavier leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you, and I have since I met you,” You uttered, your voice soft and warm. Xavier visibly exhaled and took your hands in his. “And if you don’t love me back, I’ll live the rest of my life in complete and utter embarrassment for misreading this.”

Xavier rolled his eyes playfully and the corner of his mouth turned upward as you threw his words at him.

“Of course I love you,” He whispered. “Never think any different, okay?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well, I think there’s been a glitch in our system.”

Xavier tilted his head. “A good glitch?”

You nodded. “A great one.”

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egotisticaleverything · 5 months

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Good boy

Gideon Graves x F!Reader

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: dom/sub dynamic, sub! Gideon, dom! Reader, praise, degradation, name calling, swearing, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulated Gideon, begging, slight description of blood, oral (F receiving), face sitting, mentions of collars, light bondage, reader being a BITCH, P in V sex, PORN WITHOUT PLOT !!

AUTHORS NOTE: I’m BACK and better than ever, I’ve gotten tons of requests for subby Gideon so I might aswell deliver on all of those in one go !! This is also very self indulgent because I’ve always had a thing for subby guys tbh.. NSFW below the cut (as always) ENJOYY !

“Please…” the desperate man sunk to his knees, gripping at my leg “pleasepleaseplease- I-I’ll do anything! I’ll be a good boy okay- you won’t even need to use the collar please-” Gideon pressed his head into the side of my leg, pulling at the sheer leggings I had on under my dress.

“You’re going to rip my tights get off me.” I kick him off me in one sharp motion, causing him to stumble back and let out a loud whine “good boys don’t embarrass me like you did” I scoff turning around and starting to walk off,

“Please- please god I’m sorry, please please forgive me baby I need you-“

knowing he was about to get up I stop myself and say- “stay on your knees. If you want me, crawl.” Before turning around and folding my arms over my chest,

“I-…Yes ma’am” he complies, making his way towards me and stopping at my feet to look up at me with puppy eyes.

“Someone’s finally learning to behave hmm?” I place a hand under his chin, guiding him to look up at me “god you’re pathetic”

He nods, leaning into my touch “please- please I’m nothing without you~ my love please-“

“What is it? Use your words Gideon.” I spit out, tightening my grip on his jaw,

“Pleasepleaseplease fuck me-“ he whines, almost clawing at my dress as the scrapes on his knees from the hard wooden floors begin to bleed and stain his expensive pants.

“God you’re fucking desperate,” I grab him by the tie, dragging him to the couch “you are gonna behave, okay? I’m gonna ride your fucking face until I cum then, and only then I’ll ride you for as long as I want, understand?”

He nods frantically as I throw him down on the couch,

“That means you’re gonna have to be a good boy hmm? Lie down you pathetic piece of shit.” I shove him down onto his back,

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou-“ he whimpers as I take off my tights and underwear and he places his glasses on the coffee table,

I get onto the couch, knees on each side of his head “ready?” I ask and he nods again

“Please” he whines, grabbing at my thighs.

“God you’re needy-“ I lower myself down onto his face and almost immediately feel the vibrations from his drawn out groan travel through my body as I do so, his tongue instantly darts to my wet folds as his hands grip my hips to bring me closer, I begin riding his face as his nose begins to bump against my clit, I tangle my hands in his hair. “Fuck- Gideon- good boy… mh-!” I groan as I slowly approach my climax, I speed up and Gideon’s grip on my thighs tighten as they clench around his head. I throw my head back in ecstasy letting out a loud groan, as Gideon continues to eat me through my high.

I pull myself off his face and look at the mess I created as he attempts to catch his breath, I slowly bring myself down to straddle his hips and unbuttoning his shirt as I go. I take his tie as I undo it and grab his wrists bonding them together as he lets out a whine in response.

“You’re lucky I even let you hold my thighs you desperate prick” I scoff, shoving his hands behind his head

“Yes ma’am… sorry ma’am” he whimpers

“Good boy” I leave a small peck on the side of his mouth, slowly trailing down his chest “keep behaving, m’kay?” I tilt my head teasingly

“Mhm!” He nods desperately as I unbutton his pants and palm him through his boxers,

“God you really are pitiful…” I chuckle darkly as I haul down his pants swiftly moving to position myself above his erect cock,

“Please- I’ve been trying to be good for you please I’ve behaved and-and done everything you asked” Gideon began to ramble in desperation as I hovered above him “god please- I’ll do anything, god I’ll buy you anything if that’s what you want- I’ll have everyone I embarrassed you in front of killed so no one knows what happened- god I’ll do anything I’ll give you anything-“ his monologue was cut off by me lowering myself onto his cock, causing him to let out a loud moan, his hands still bonded by his tie as his back arched in pleasure.

“God you’re so pent up it’s laughable” I place my hand on his chest and begin to move and gain a pattern, Gideon’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath becomes heavier along with his hands becoming fidgety.

“Please- holy-holy fuck please I need to touch you” he begs as I pick up my pace,

“Maybe you could touch me if you weren’t such an embarrassment to me today…” I spit slightly angry “now for the last time” I suddenly slow down to a painful pace “behave.” He whines and I speed back up

“F-fuck- oh fuck- ‘m gonna cumm-“ he sputters out as his back arches forward again “please c-can I cum-?” He mewls out

“I don’t know.. can you?” I tease

“F-fuck- m-may I cum?” He cries defeated “please please- I’m fucking desperate I need to cum in you-ah” his eyes roll back in his head as his body stiffens and I feel his warm release seeping inside of me,

“Good boy, using his words” I tease as I continue to ride him, not caring to slow down the pace.

“Fuck s-slow down for a sec” he complains “please m-s-sensitive..!” He cries as I speed up,

“I told you-I’m gonna keep goin’” I whisper into his ear mockingly, seconds later his second release occurs as he lets out an ear piercing whine.

“Please I can’t- I’m sorry I can’t not anymore-“ he starts tearing up “s’too much-!”

“Gideon- fuckin close just- just shut up” I grip his shoulders, nails scratching at his pale skin as I continue my frantic movements, leading up to my climax.

“F-FUU-uUCK-..!” Gideon practically screams out my name as his third orgasm destroys him, his body shudders as the teary eyes had turned to full cries of pleasurable torture as the blubbering man below me practically sobbed in painful ecstasy, seconds later I came to my climax shuddering and collapsing onto his chest as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“Am I forgiven?” He chuckles

“Maybe”

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dollfaceksj · 6 months

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I don’t think Yoongi’s gonna get mad tbh

can’t afford love | myg (m) #14

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yoongi simply stares at your phone for a moment before glancing up into your eyes

your heart is beating like crazy

she’s saying baby saenggakajima..

you take your phone from him and avoid his gaze as you go to take a seat next to jun

there’s a funny feeling in your gut but you refuse to acknowledge it

yoongi has no say in who texts you

his privilege has been revoked

you run your hand through jun’s hair and gently rub his cranium

“my pretty boy,” you whisper and kiss his chubby cheeks

he looks so much like his dad

he giggles and squirms under you

“have you been giving daddy a hard time?” you say as you play with the shell of his ear

he shakes his head as he starts eating the gimbap his father prepared for the three of you

“oh, it’s not jun that’s giving daddy a hard time.” yoongi’s voice snaps you out of your trance

makes you glance at him

what’s his deal, for real?

“jealous?” is all you ask

he scoffs as he bites into his gimbap

“are you doing all that to make me jealous?” he asks, still not looking at you

you roll your eyes but also refuse yo look at him. “why would i want you to be jealous? we’re divorced.”

he simply chuckles and shakes his head. “right.”

the fight is over

you can’t seem to let it go, though

“how am i giving you a hard time?” you turn to look at him

he looks at you with a ‘don’t play with me’ look before returning his attention to his food

you scoff. “no response because there’s nothing for you to say.”

bickering like little fuckin kids

he deeply exhales. “you’re actually driving me crazy.”

you turn your attention back to jun and wipe his cheeks a bit

“is it good, baby?” you ask him and he simply nods his head

“daddy is a good cook, right?” you whisper and jun just nods again, clearly just focused on his food

it’s true though, yoongi is a great cook

you eat your gimbap in silence

by the time you’ve finished eating, jun’s already playing with his toys on the floor again

“it’s time for bed.” yoongi picks jun up but jun fights against him, throwing a tantrum

“come here,” you coo and hold your arms out, taking jun from his father’s arms as you cuddle him. “you have to go to sleep, baby. you’ve got daycare tomorrow.”

he eagerly nods and then reaches out to his dad again

little prick

yoongi disappears with jun upstairs and you take it upon yourself to clean the table and do the dishes

you can hear jun still throwing a tantrum and it makes you giggle

thinking about how yoongi looks when hes annoyed

by the time you’ve finished doing the dishes, yoongi is back

stares at you

you stare back as you dry your hands using the towel you just dried the dishes with

he walks up to you, cornering you against the sink

what is he thinking?

what does he want

he simply stands before you, breath fanning over your face

you look up at him

but he says nothing

and you wish you could have that kind of determination but you don’t

you have to speak

and you do

“you know,” you start, “this outfit wasn’t expensive.”

💀💀💀💀

you crazy bitch

he blinks at you for a moment. by the look in his eyes, you know he knows exactly what you’re referring to

“jun’s asleep,” is all he says.

you shrug your shoulders. “i can keep quiet.”

“can you?” he snaps. he leans forwards, placing his hands on the edge, caging your body in between his and the sink. “can you keep quiet? because lately, all you’ve been doing is lie for no damn reason.”

there it is

you glare at him for a moment before shrugging. “i think you like it.”

he blinks a few times in confusion. “what?”

“you like when i lie to you.” your eyes stay stuck to his. “gives you a reason to be rough with me.”

he dryly chuckles, so empty of any hint of humor

“we’re not teenagers anymore, y/n. i don’t ‘need’ a reason to do anything. if i want to turn you around right now and fuck you right here on this sink like i hate you, i don’t need a reason for that.” he never breaks eye contact as he talks. “i don’t need a reason to be rough with you. you can stop lying.”

“i just don’t believe you.” you shrug your shoulders.

well.

you’re a menace

that much has been established

he simply sighs and shakes his head in exasperation. “what am i going to do with you…” he drops his head and leans his forehead against your shoulder

very

intimate

you’re trapped against the sink, with his body barricading you

his head on your shoulder, lips gently grazing your neck

it’s quiet between you two

and you don’t know what possesses you when you ask,

“do you think jun would be confused if he saw us like this?”

silence

uncomfortable silence

yoongi’s still leaning on you

doesn’t say anything

just inhales your scent

you might have put his favorite perfume on

but then yoongi straightens his back to look at you

“confused? maybe. but i don’t think it’s harmful for jun to think his parents love each other. he’ll realize sooner or later.”

‘to think his parents love each other’

“what if we meet someone else?”

at this, a muscle in his jaw jumps

you eyes trail to his lips for a moment before back up to his eyes

he shakes his head. “then he’ll get used to it but it’s not happening. not for me at least.”

you roll your eyes. like yuna didn’t happen yesterday. “you still think taehyung and i are a thing?”

he frowns sternly. “why’s he offering to take photos of you in private?”

you giggle. “he said i should considering modelling. said i wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera.”

he thinks about it for a while. the message has been giving context. he doesn’t seem that annoyed with it anymore. however, he can’t help but say, “still a weird thing to say.”

you pretend to agree as you say, “like saying you’d have fucking ruined your ex wife in some random restroom if her dress didn’t look expensive?”

oop

🫦

however

yoongi ain’t no bitch

“i still stand by it. i’ll do it right here too, doesn’t have to be a random restroom.”

“i’m not ovulating.”

“i know.”

you bring your hand up and push against his chest but there’s no real strength behind it

and he knows

he knows you don’t actually want to push him off

so he simply buries his face in the crook of your neck again

it’s quiet again

his nose nudges against the skin of your neck

you can’t help but squirm a bit

he whispers, “so, what do you say?”

huh

what

what’s going on

what does he want?

Oh.

you gather the courage to whisper back, “what?”

“you gonna let me fuck you or not?”

you swallow to relieve your dry throat

he’s so so close

every hair on your face feels his breath fanning against it

calm down

say something witty

you shrug your shoulders again. “i didn’t come to dinner to have sex.”

he responds, “i didn’t invite you over to have sex either.”

hmmm

as an established liar yourself, you can tell he’s speaking the truth

he slowly looks around, appearing casual. “but it doesn’t hurt to try again when we have the chance, no?”

to be continued

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years

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I Don't Start Shit, But I Can Tell You How It Ends

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother, Dagger Squad vs. Davis

✦Word Count: 2.8 K

✦Warnings: Protective!Hangman, Angry!Hangman, Protective!Dagger Squad, Asshole Guy, Failed Drugging, Jake hints at killing people...

✦A/n: The Dagger Squad finally gets ahold of Mathew's old Principle. They really hate the man, we all do tbh! Day 2 of 500 celebration!!!!

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He’d told you he wouldn’t go to the school, and Jake Seresin was nothing if not a man of his word. Especially when the promise was made to you. No, Jake had informed Rooster of the situation. Of how the piece of shit, Davis, had touched you and made completely inappropriate comments about not only you, but also Mathew.

Jake had gone to Rooster knowing that the information would have him on a manhunt, and it did. Rooster was overwhelmingly protective of you, and though Jake had hated it at times, right now he was more than thankful for it. What Jake hadn’t meant to have happen, was to have Bob overhear him and Rooster talking.

No, that was defiantly not a part of the plan.

Though it quickly became a part of it.

“I figure, you go in and sweet talk the office Lady and —”

The slam of the locker room doors had Jake pausing, both him and Rooster looking over their shoulders to see a fuming Phoenix.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her tone has both the pilots, exchanging a worried glance. Glancing behind Phoenix’s form at the other two male pilots, hoping that their faces would provide a revelation.

Jake's eyes first meet Coyote, a hard unamused gaze meeting his own. His eyes leave his best friend, to flitter between Bob’s own unusually hard gaze and Phoenix, her eyes never leaving his own. Her hands rested on her hips, giving both Jake and Rooster a ‘What The Fuck’ look.

“Nix baby, what’s wrong?” Rooster's tone causes a scoff to fall from Phoenix’s lips, taking a step toward the two of them. Both Rooster and Jake to step back, one hand leaving her hip to point at the two of them. A silent accusation.

“When were you going to tell me that my sister-in-law,” Her gaze cutting to Bradley harshly. “and god-son were getting FUCKING harassed by some idiot Principal.”

Both of them remained quiet; never noticing, until now, that lock room floors were remarkably shiny.

“Hmm?”

“Baby, I was going to tell you—”

“Don’t even Chicken,” the name instantly shutting the man up. She’d only ever used it on him when he was in trouble, using it more often than she did his actual name. “You are sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He shouldn’t have laughed, but Jake loved to see Rooster get in trouble. His laugh quickly dies though, when Phoenix’s pointed finger cuts to him.

“And you, what was the plan? Huh?”

“Trace, I had a plan.”

The sound of dripping water echoed through the silent locker room, each of the pilots waiting for Jake to continue. Jake’s eyes moved back to Rooster, who remained not only silent, but looked like he’d just gotten his favorite toy taken away from him.

Jake’s eyes rolled, realizing that Rooster would be no help to him. The 6-foot-something pilot was already in the doghouse with the wife, and wouldn’t be risking getting more sleepless nights on the couch.

“I mean it’s a work in progress, me and Rooster were hashing it out.”

A grunt leaves Rooster, “Look baby I was just listening, and then I was gonna come tell you.”

His head slowly nodding, “Yeah, I was actually about to tell Hangman that we need your input.”

It was clearly a lie, everyone knew it.

But Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, was in fact the biggest suck-up to his wife. If Jake wasn’t so in love with you, he would’ve laughed. Though from the moment he had met you, he was yours. You said jump, and he said how high.

“You’re an idiot. I love you, but you’re an idiot.” Walking over to Rooster, she gives him a soft kiss, her gaze then bouncing between Jake and Rooster. “But also, you do need me.”

….

Phoenix’s plan was no doubt better, than what the two pilots had initially thought of. Rooster didn’t love the fact that Phoenix was the “bait” in the situation, but she’d quickly told him to shut up before the protest could leave his mouth.

The first part of the plan had worked smoothly, Phoenix and Bob had quickly found Davis’s Facebook page and found the general area in which he lived. They had also learned what car he drove, and like the damn detective that she was, Phoenix found the man’s choice grocery store to shop at.

The momentum of the plan acceleration, like a snowball rolling down the hill. With a “accidental” meeting in the fresh fruit section, Phoenix quickly had a date set with the man.

That was last week which led to here and now, as Phoenix sat at the bar in the Hard Deck, wearing a dress and waiting for her date to show up. The guys crowded around the pool table, causally playing as if they weren’t about to beat the shit out of some middle-aged man soon enough.

You were home with Mathew and Jake knew that you wouldn’t be coming out. He would usually be with you and Maty, but he’d told you that he needed to handle an issue at the Hard Deck with Roos. You hadn’t even questioned it, only asked if he would be coming by after, to which he replied of course.

…

The bar was slightly crowded for a Thursday night, though it didn’t stop the pilots from clocking the door every time it opened. Before long, Davis had shown up, 20 minutes late to the “date,” but he had showed.

Jake notices the way Phoenix slightly stiffens as Davis’s hand rests a tad low on her lower back, and he has to grab Rooster before he goes and beats the shit of the man. Phoenix glances back at the group of guys, meeting Rooster's eyes and giving him a silent ‘I’m okay.’ He relaxes slightly in Jake’s hold, but is still slightly tense as he moves back to the pool table. The group continues the game of pool, eyes fleeting between the game and the bar.

They watch as Phoenix holds a conversation with the man, though maintains a safe distance from his wandering hands. They hadn’t told Penny about the plan, the group of pilots grin as they notice her continually checking in on Phoenix.

….

Penny had once again made her way over to Phoenix and the man, giving her a smile and the man a harsh glare. Penny knew that this couldn’t be one of Phoenix and Rooster's plans to spice up their marriage, no she could tell that this was different.

“Can I get you two a refill?”

“Yeah baby, get me a beer and – ” Davis looks over to Phoenix, before turning back to Penny. “Get her cocktail.”

Penny recoils at the name he calls her and glances back to Phoenix who has remained silent.

“She usually takes a beer or shoots liquor, buddy.”

“Yeah, well cocktails are ladylike.”

The comment has both the women rolling their eyes, Penny’s eyes moving back to the group of pilots, and raises an eyebrow at Rooster.

Rising up from her seat, the dress fluttering down around her hips, drawing Davis’s eyes directly to her tan legs, catching his gaze, Phoenix scoffs.

“Get me whatever Pen, I’m going to the bathroom.”

She leaves before Davis can say anything, more than fed up with the overly handsy and sexist man. Making her way past the group of pilots, she silently looks at them, before going into the bathroom.

…

Jake is making his way to the bar before the bathroom door is fully closed. He slides up to the bar, right next to Davis as he flags down Penny.

“Penny ma’ dear, can I get a whiskey?”

He can feel Davis’ eyes on him, silently watching and assessing. While waiting for Penny, Jake leans his back against the bar, his eyes finally landing on Davis.

“Do I know you?” Jake’s eyes stare at the man, like a lion taunting his prey.

“Nah, don’t think so.”

The reply is short and to the point, but it has Jake laughing slightly. Turning back to lean his forearms on the bar, his gaze harsh and waiting for Davis to bite.

“No, I know you from somewhere.”

Davis doesn’t get a chance to answer as Penny arrives again handing Jake the whiskey and setting down the two drinks for Phoenix and Davis.

“You drinking that girly shit man? Cuz I know Nix doesn’t.”

The comment makes Davis release an uneasy breath, before ignoring Jake altogether. The pilot looks back over his shoulder at the group of guys patiently waiting by the pool table.

If he hadn’t turned back when he did, Jake would have missed it. Lucky, Jake sees it as Davis mixes a bag of powder into Phoenix’s drink.

“Oh buddy, you did not just do that.”

Though the words sound light, the comment is anything but as Jake lays a hand harshly on Davis’s shoulder.

“Listen here, this has nothing to do with you. So just go back to your little friends and leave me be.”

Jake’s tongue slightly clicks at the man, head caulking to the side and laying a harsh gaze upon him. His eyes calculating as ever. Jake has been pissed off before, but now, after this, he was just about ready to kill Davis.

The tick of his jaw, gives Jake away “You know, I thought you looked familiar. You are the piece of shit, who fucked with my girl.”

Grasping the glass of whiskey, Jake shoots the rest of it back. Arm falling to rest upon bar, as he gives Davis his signature award-winning smirk.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen, Penny ma’ dear you’re going to ring that bell and asshole here is going to pay for a round of drinks.” His soft gaze moves from Penny and back to a clearly worried Davis, eyes instantly hardening when they make contact with Davis‘s own.

“Me and you, we’re gonna go outside and have a little talk, about how you treat women.”

Before he can reply, Bradley and Coyote each grab one of Davis’s arms, and drag him out of the bar as Penny rings the bell in the background. Davis lands harshly on the ground, as Rooster and Coyote release him with a harsh shove. The group of pilots crowded around him, each of them staring down at him with bitter gazes.

“I don’t know wha—”

The words instantly die on Davis’s lips, as Jake crouches down next to him. The surrounding group intent on quietly watching; waiting for Jake to make the first move. Rooster hadn’t seen, the way Davis slipped a powder into Phoenix’s drink, though when he found out Jake was sure he’d want to kill the man just as much.

“Now I’m sure you don’t remember, given that you seem like the type of scum that regularly hits on women without their consent.”

The harsh jab Jake lays on the man’s chest, send him back a bit. The boys had seen Jake mad before, but never like this. Never with such fire and anger burning in his green eyes.

“You see, you made my girl cry. Not just that, you put your hands on my girl, and then you have the nerve to talk about how she’s raising our son.”

Sure, Mathew wasn’t his son yet legally, but with or without the paperwork he was still Jake’s boy.

“She showed up at your office, wanting to have a talk about how your school had been treating Mathew. But she comes home to me crying and hides in the bathroom until I knocked the fuckin’ door down.”

His voice slowly rose with every word, and watching as his words sink in. Jake laughs as he watches Davis pales upon his realization of the words. Jake’s hand raises up to smack Davis gently across the face laughing as he does so.

“Ahhhh, there it is.”

Jake quickly rises back up to stand over the man, turning back around to the group of pilots and motions them to go grab him. As Rooster and Coyote grab onto the man, lifting him back onto his feet, Jake slowly makes a show.

He always like to show off, it made people uneasy. Jake liked making sure everyone knew just how good he was. He glances over his shoulder, as he unbuttons the khaki uniform top, pulling it off so he’s only wearing the white undershirt with his khaki pants. Glancing back at the man with that well-known smirk,

“Can’t have you bleeding on my good clothes.”

He says it so easily, but he knows that it hits its mark, as Davis shutters slightly in Coyote and Roosters hold.

The sound of the bar doors opening, has the group looking back toward the entrance. Watching as Phoenix exits the bar and makes her way to the group.

“Did I miss anything?”

Davis silently stares at the woman, his eyes moving between Jake and her. The realization slowly crept in that this whole night was a set-up; the meet-up in the grocery store, Jake coming up to him in the bar, and now here with his back pressed against the side of the bar wall.

“Not a thing, Trace.”

The shift of Davis’ shoulders sends everyone's eyes back to him, watching and calculating just how bad his night might become.

“Now as you can tell, well maybe you can’t cause you’re an idiot, but we’re all in the Navy. And with the Navy, comes call signs.”

Jake’s form comes to a halt, staring down Davis with a wicked smile that just about sends Rooster and Coyote running.

“My callsign, well there are few people that know the real reason behind it, but you’re about to find out buddy.”

Glances are exchanged between the other pilots, though it’s Coyote's gaze that never leaves Jake’s. He’d been there when Jake earned the name Hangman. It had been a long time ago, but he knew that Jake, still lay just beneath the surface.

“See everybody likes to assume, that it’s because I like flying alone. Well, that just ain’t it, nope.”

The calculated steps, unnerving gaze, and the way in which Jake talks were clearly meant to scare the man.

Let it be known, that when you pissed Jacob Grant Seresin off, all hell would break loose.

Jake’s right arm shootouts, to grasp Davis’s neck so fast that I has Phoenix gasping. The other pilots only shift slightly at the brutal action.

“No, I got named Hangman because I’ve been known to string up men and play the judge, jury, and executioner.”

With each title that falls from his lips, Jake lifts Davis slowly until his feet no longer touch the ground and the only thing keeping him up, is the hand clasped around his neck.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The group of pilots remain unmoving, all watching in unnerving silence and slowly comprehending the way in which Jake actually got his callsign. Davis tries to nod his head, though the hand around his neck makes it near impossible. As if only to taunt him more, Jake taps his ear slightly with his left hand.

“What was that?”

Shades from red to a light purple, start to cover Davis’s face, a clear sign of his lack of oxygen. His mouth moves though no words can fall from it. A sharp chuckle leaves Jake’s lips, as he loses his grip slightly as the man gasps for air.

“I understand.” The panting of his breath only makes Jake smile widen.

“Good.”

As the single word is muttered from Jake’s lips, the right hand once clasped over Davis’ neck drops. His body falls to the floor on the concrete, causing him to lean back against the bar wall, gasping for air.

“And I thought you would be more fun to break.” His tone light and easy, completely unfazed by the events that just occurred.

Jake reaches over to take his shirt from Phoenix, giving each of his friends the smile that they all came to know once Jake met you. He was a completely different person, than the one he was just moments ago. As he pulls the shirt back on, without missing a beat Jake lowers himself down to Davis. Laughing slightly at how the man flinches away from him.

“Don’t ever come around my girl or son again.”

The tone of his voice sends another shockwave through Davis’s body. Rising without any care for the man, Jake kicks the man’s limp foot before turning ready to get home to you.

A final glance over his shoulder, to the group of his friends still standing around Davis unsure of what to do.

“Hey Roos, I forgot to tell you that he tried to drug Nix.”

The final words, might as well have been those that a coroner would’ve signed in the finalization of the death certificate.

#better man universe #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #rueben payback fitch

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geppettospuppet · 7 months

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pino becoming human hcs!!

a/n: just as the title says, this will be about p as he starts to become human!! this may very well turn into a multiple part thing bc there's so much i can come up with for this lol!!! this is my first time writing lop headcanons so feedback is greatly appreciated!!

besides the programmed need to eradicate other puppets, i don't think p really felt much of anything the first couple days of his life. tbh? i don't even think he would've had it in him to lie about anything, despite having the ability to. there was no reason for him to do such a humanly act.

however, after being told he needed to lie in order to get into hotel krat, he felt his first inkling of what it meant to be human.

this sparked a desire in p. what worsened it was the curiosity he felt upon seeing the few humans left in krat.

what did it mean to be human?

p didn't realize it for a while that all his lying would land him in a situation that would geniunely change his life forever. he just liked the feeling.

but as time went on, it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone around him that pinocchio was turning into a real boy!!

the first obvious humanly trait p was demonstrating was grunting.

when p was fully a puppet, no noise came out of him except the sounds of metal inside his body.

but as he was starting to change, p would grunt while he was fighting or if he was just acknowledging someone who was talking to him.

nobody ever taught him this... it just felt natural.

after that, p stopped twitching.

his movements became much more fluid and humanly. physically, it was becoming increasingly harder to decipher if p was human or not.

on top of that, p was becoming a lot more self aware.

before, p would often struggle with his strength. he didn't know exactly how strong his was, and often times shaking hands with others would result in broken fingers.

p wasn't a mean boy puppet by any means, he just didn't understand how fragile humans were.

while he still retained his strength (or gained even more of it through sophia), now he was able to gain the ability to be gentle physically with others.

speaking of being gentle, p became an all around gentle boy.

eventually, p gained the ability to speak in full sentences and boooy was he soft spoken.

that wasn't the most surprising part, though. the most surprising part was how deep his voice was (think along the lines of felix from stray kids).

everyone in the hotel basically had their jaws on the floor upon hearing him.

btw his first word was "blood". poor thing...

in the beginning stages of p talking, it was really just him pointing to things and saying outloud what it was.

but after he gained the ability to speak in full sentences, he still was never much of a talker. he always opted to take a much more physical route for everything.

ie: if he needed someone to go with him, instead of asking, he would just take their hand and drag them to wherever he needed them.

ok im done writing for now see u next time :3c

#i think gentle p will be the death of me tbh #lies of p #lies of p imagines #lies of p headcanons #lies of p x reader #lies of p pinocchio

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ash-arts-but-sinful · 8 months

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This is burning a hole into my brain, but what if new game+ gave you the option to summon Carlo instead of Specter and he offers stupid/witty commentary for each boss you fight with him. Tbh this is just for fun, but I wanted to share in case anybody else might like it

Might have to put this one under a cut it could get long. Also spoiler warning!

Scrapped Watchman

• I never liked cops, this is going to be fun!

• Do we really need a watchman this big?

• Okay Sparky, let’s dance!

• (if he gets picked up) Shit-! -> Ugh- okay that might’ve hurt a little.

• Haha! Good riddance! Don’t know what the local kids saw in that thing.

King’s Flame

• Oh boy, a walking furnace.

• Have I ever mentioned I hate the heat?

• The floor is lava! Shit!

• (if he’s set on fire) I know I’m hot, but this is ridiculous! / Hot! Too hot!

• Sigh, thank god. I could never work alongside that… thing.

Archbishop

• Oh wow, that is… hard to look at.

• Watch the chicken legs!

• Really?! With its tongue?! Disgusting!

During phase 2

• How did he manage to get even uglier?

• You should’ve stayed in your shell!

• God chose you to be an Angel alright. Just not a living one.

Black Rabbit Brotherhood

• Some rabbit, the big guy looks more like a pig to me!

• Would somebody shut her up!

• Half of you aren’t even rabbits! That stupid bucket looks like a dog!

• You are too full of yourself, bunny boy.

• These guys need better fursuits

• Pathetic… And don’t bother coming back!

King of Puppets

• Something feels wrong about this.

• That voice…

• No… It can’t be-!

Second phase

• Romeo?!

• Romeo please! Why won’t you stop, it’s me!

• How do we get through to him?!

• No!!! UGH Why wouldn’t you LISTEN?! *shakey inhale* Damn it, just go! Get out of this damn place.

Victor

• What do you want? Are we killing my best friend in disguise again?

• I finally get to see this guy in action and I’m the one who has to fight him! Seriously?!

• This guy really is all washed up.

• That can’t be good for you.

• Yikes, those fists pack one hell of a punch!

• That Simon guy is a real piece of work. Good luck with that.

Green Monster

• Ohh this thing looks disgusting.

• It sounds disgusting too, I think I’m going hurl!

• It slimed me!

Phase 2

• Not the giant cop again!

• Would you! Just! Sit! Still!

• I can only imagine what it smells like in that puppet chassis.

• That was truly vile. If you ever need help fighting a giant slime monster again PLEASE hesitate to ask.

Black Rabbit Brotherhood 2

• Didn’t you learn your lessons last time?

• Lord, are these guys full of themselves.

• If you couldn’t beat us last time what makes you think you can this time?

• Looks like the pig wants his bacon cooked again!

• You had to mutate yourself because you wouldn’t beat us last time? Now THAT is pathetic.

• Still losers. Still pretentious. Still pathetic. How disappointing.

Laxasia

• Hmm. Big sword.

• Oh and it makes lightning too, great!

• How can she move so fast with all that armour!?

Phase 2

• Ohhhh good, now she’s even faster!

• Weakness to it or not electricity still hurts like hell!

• There she goes into the air again. Coward!

• Well that wasn’t fun, but I suspect it’ll be even less fun in that tower.

Simon

• Isn’t that the guy from the exhibition?

• This guy is a real piece of work.

• And I thought the rabbits were full of themselves!

Phase 2

• I didn’t think it could get any worse!

• Who needs this many hands?!

• God or not this guy is going down!

• The last like after Simon is defeated depends on your playthrough: Truth “Until next we meet. Which will be sooner than you think, I can’t wait.” Punctuated by a dark chuckle. Lie “I’ll see you again soon. For what it’s worth though… I’m sorry.”

Bonus: depending on what playthrough you did the Nameless Puppet will actually talk and have different dialogue

Truth playthrough/Lie playthrough

• I’ve been waiting for this for too damn long. / I didn’t want it to come to this.

• You don’t deserve that heart! It’s rightfully mine! / Please, you have to understand! I need that heart!

• You stupid puppet, I hope you didn’t think father actually cared about YOU! / Gepetto never cared for you, I wish he had, at least you could’ve known love.

• Why won’t you DIE ALREADY!? / I deserve to live too, this isn’t fair for either of us!

• You will NEVER be me, just give up already! / You may not be me, but you deserve better than this.

During Phase 2 the puppet won’t speak, but Carlo’s dialogue will be inserted along everyone else’s, tbh I want to have him say something during phase 2, but there’s already so much going on during that fight. In a truth playthrough the ending will play out as normal and Gepetto will die, calling Pinocchio a useless puppet, Pinocchio will be the one to finish off Carlo’s vessel. In a lie playthrough Carlo will finally be able to control his actions and is unable to finish off Pinocchio, he shuts himself down while giving one final line.

“Maybe in another life we could have been… brothers.”

Gepetto is distraught and instead of shedding tears for his father Pinocchio sheds them for Carlo

A lot of his radient dialogue would consist of laughter that borders on unhinged and the usual exertion and damage taking grunts. Regardless of what playthrough you do he wants to keep either his heart or Pinocchio alive, so if his health falls below half he has a chance of reminding you to heal. Also depending on the playthrough he’ll either compliment perfect blocks, parry’s, dodges or hits for lies and for truths he’ll be a snarky asshole, claiming he could do just as good if not better

#lies of p #lies of p spoilers #sfw #Pinocchio #Carlo #Specter Carlo AU

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 1 year

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Maid To Be Yours

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Maid-Sama meets Touya Todoroki because that fucker would die to see you in a maid outfit. (Part 2)

Warnings: Smut, slight public-sex, language, vaginal fingering, the title tbh, Dabi too he gets his own warning

Word Count: 2.7k

“Behind,” you muttered, slipping past the chef and into the main seating area.

The room was abuzz with soft music and the smell of nostalgia. Girls in a similar uniform to yours were presenting some steaming dish or cheerfully chatting with their customers.

Your own, a pair of teenage boys who were probably just here for a cheap look at the servers, were laughing heartily about something unimportant as you walked over.

As long as they tipped well, you didn’t really care.

With a polite smile, you passed them their checks. “Thank you so much for dining with us. Please come again!”

And with a small bow, you were gone, weaving around the tables toward the quiet sanctuary that the locker room provided.

It was fairly busy for a Wednesday night, which meant more money, but also meant more people to deal with.

The constant activity of a full house made it difficult to not become overwhelmed. And while you dealt with an overload of alarming tasks on a daily basis, it did become tiring after a while.

Your mind felt drained from the constant employment of a likable persona, your limbs heavy under the weight of fatigue from hours of carrying over-sized drinks.

Thankfully, the flow of customers had finally begun to trickle to a slow, allowing you the sweet relief of a well deserved break. The charming guise cracked as you slumped over a bench, allowing a weary sigh to slip through the fracture.

“You okay?”

“Hm?” You looked up, meeting eyes with your manager. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Just a bit tired, I guess.”

It had been quite the night, keeping you out well over two in the morning. Unfortunately, your last minute decision to take some overtime had you waking up a mere six hours later.

In hindsight, a horrible choice.

Flashing a grin, she shot you a thumbs up. “Well, you’re doing great! Thanks again for picking up all these extra shifts.”

Your manager was a kind woman, although you silently wondered whether or not the enjoyment she found in this line of work was exactly warranted. Regardless, she was lenient and in no way condescending, a trait you had seen in many of the other bosses you’d had the pleasure of working under.

She took a step into her office, pausing for a moment in thought before turning back in your direction. "Actually, I know you're about to go on break in a few minutes. Would you mind tossing the trash out real quick?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Ugh, you're amazing," She gushed. "Remind me to tell you about the new hire tomorrow, yeah?"

Another thing about your manager was that she was, for want of a better term, very communicative.

Seeing as you and the other waitresses were relatively close in age to her, she seemed to show great interest in your personal lives, which resulted in a good amount of friendly gossip among your coworkers.

This also produced some unwanted questions and comments. She thoroughly enjoyed the standard 'you're too pretty to be single,' or a good old petition to set you up with a friend or neighbor.

Thankfully, you were quick to come up with excuses or some other lie that would quell her curiosity until it was placed upon some other unsuspecting victim.

However, you wondered what she would say if she caught wind of those hidden aspects of your life.

Of course, it wasn’t as if she would actually come close to finding out about any of them.

No one would ever guess a member of the infamous League of Villains would be working as a waitress in a maid cafe.

Being a criminal didn’t pay the bills. It gave you a place to stay, even when if that place was a small room a few floors above a musty bar, but it didn’t give much leeway financially. There were still other utilities and items that required money, hence your need to find another job.

Obviously, this hasn’t been your first choice.

Public service was not for the faint of heart, even for someone who associated with killers and other psychotic individuals on the regular. Not to mention the dress code, which had you rethinking your life choices upon inspection.

Regardless, the pay was a lot better than many deserving workers in the restaurant industry received and the hours were flexible, a necessary benefit for someone like you.

The cafe was also fairly far away from both the League’s hideout and your own living area, giving you peace of mind that no one would ever find out about your embarrassing side-gig.

Another thing you had come to find about workers as a criminal was that a lot of your colleagues were assholes. This wasn't surprising, seeing as they killed people on the regular, but it definitely gave you ample reason to keep your personal life private, even if a particular blonde teenager vehemently voiced her disapproval of your attempted reservedness.

That was a can of beans you had no intentions of opening.

You tied the top of the trash bag, hauling it over your shoulder and nudging the back door open with your knee. It opened into an alleyway, secluded from the busy streets and surprisingly clean.

The dumpster lifted open with a creak. It threatened to fall closed, but you propped it up with the bottom of your palm, slipping the bag through and taking a quiet exhale of victory.

"No fucking way."

Tensing at the unforeseen voice, you spun around with your hands up and ready for any trouble. Your heart slowed slightly upon recognizing the familiar face, only to pick up a moment later in panic.

Out of everyone in the League, Dabi was most definitely the last person you wanted finding out about this. His cocky attitude and overall lack of empathy for those around him had you extra weary about what you let slide concerning your personal life.

The fact that you had taken a slight attraction to the man also might have been of influence.

Exactly why, you weren't sure, especially since he had seemed to have recently found entertainment in the pastime of getting under your skin.

Maybe you were just a masochist.

You fumbled in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up, but the damage had already been done.

His surprised expression brightened considerably as he watched a plethora of emotions wash over you in sick glee. "So, this is your other job?"

"What are you doing here?" You avoided his question, tugging on the ruffles of your skirt and internally cringing when the fabric barely covered the highest part of your thigh.

Crossing his arms, Dabi leaned back on the brick. "There was a situation on fifth. The police should be here in twenty minutes, so I would watch out for that."

You sighed in annoyance, but the cops were honestly the least of your worries right now. "Shouldn't you... ya know, get out of here then?"

"Eh, later. I'm enjoying this." He shrugged, almost like an arrest paled in comparison to his new discovery.

Dabi pushed off the wall and began walking over to you. With every step forward, you took one back, avoiding his advance until your own shoulders hit the building behind you.

Turquoise eyes unabashedly scanned your frame and you unintentionally shifted under the strength of his gaze. He must have noticed, a tip of smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Who knew you were so cute?"

Blinking back in surprise, you shot him a glare that only made him laugh. "Don't call me that."

"Aww, is someone getting shy?"

"Pissed off, maybe," you muttered, trying to push past him and back inside the cafe, any place where you could sit and steep in your embarrassment alone.

Unfortunately, Dabi wasn't having it. He slipped an arm around yours, pulling you back around to face him.

"Oh, come on, doll." He tapped your nose with his finger, having it smacked away a moment later. "I think flustered is a great look on you. Do a little twirl for me, yeah?"

"I will kick your teeth out."

He gasped, the sound brimming in false hurt. "So harsh. Didn't you take this job for a chance to be nice to people? But if it was for the dress, I wouldn't judge either."

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously not, asshole. Shigaraki doesn't pay my bills."

"You know I have money, right?"

"And you'd be so generous to share?" You scoffed.

"In that little number," he cocked his head, a wicked grin flashing over his expression. "I'm sure we could work something out."

Heat bloomed up your neck at his insinuation, another insult getting caught in your throat.

Raising a hand to your temple, you let out an exasperated sigh in a meager attempt to regain your verbal footing. You had just about calmed down when you heard the shutter of a camera.

Your eyes shot up, heart dropping when you saw the phone in his hand pointing in your direction. "What are you doing?"

"Insurance policy." He inspected the photo for a moment. "There's no way anyone's gonna believe this without something some sort of proof."

"Dabi."

"Yeah, sweetheart?" His eyes flashed up to yours, faux innocence washing over his features at the anger evident in yours. "Oh, did you want this?"

Your fingernails bit into the palms of your hands, leaving tiny crescents behind that were evident of your vexation.

He loomed over you, eyes gleaming in sinful amusement. "You're gonna have to ask nicely then."

"Fuck you."

"Darn. Ya know, that's not the answer I was looking for." He swiveled on his heels, giving you an unbothered wave with his free arm. "See you later, doll."

You lunged forward, but he was quicker, not to mention taller.

With a surprising reaction time, he dodged your advance, lifting the phone until it was suspended just a few feet above your head. Every time you made a grab for it, he would straighten up just a few inches, making sure that the device was always centimeters from your grasp.

"Just give it!"

Dabi took hold of your elbow and pulled. You fell forward with a yelp, surprised at how easily he maneuvered your body against the wall. With your back pushing into the brick and his arms caging you in on both sides, there was nothing to do but succumb to his hold.

"You're telling me what to do?" The laugh he let out shot heat straight between your legs. "Sorry, doll, but I don't think you're not the one supposed to be giving orders here."

It was almost alarming how easily he was able to over power you, even more so how you barely even minded. Every suggestive sentence permeated your train of thought, thwarting any attempts you might have once had at preserving your pride.

His hands snaked down to your waist as he leaned forward, breath tickling the tip of your ear. "Now, I wanna hear it in that pretty, little customer service voice how much you want to keep this between us."

The movement sent a shiver down your spine. It was obvious that Dabi was an intimidating individual, but never like this. His presence was overpowering, the mocking tone of his voice a mere whisper of the intensity within his sharp features.

"Please keep this between us," you muttered, trying to push as much audible annoyance into the sentence as possible.

With a satisfied hum, he drew back and turned his phone off before slipping it in his pocket. "See how easy that was?"

"But you didn't delete it," you protested.

"Relax, sweetheart, I'm not gonna show anyone." His gaze raked over your form, a smug grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "I'm the only one who gets to see you looking like that."

The hand still holding your hips began to trail lower, gently grasping the top of your thighs.

Your eyes widened at the feeling. "What are you doing?"

Cerulean irises flashed up to yours as his movements came to an abrupt halt. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you breathed, far too quickly for your liking.

A smirk cracked over his features. "That's what I thought."

And his lips crashed against yours, hands moving to cup your face in a gentle ardor you didn't know he possessed.

He lifted his knee, nudging it between your thighs and drawing a sigh from you. He took advantage of your surprise, slipping his tongue forward to meet yours.

The kiss turned desperate. It trailed down toward your jaw and right above your neckline, creating marks that you could only hope to be able to hide.

Lust began to cloud your senses, fogging over your mind until rational thought became unnoticed. You unconsciously began to roll your hips over his thigh, desperate for friction in whatever form possible.

With squeeze he gave your ass, and the way he grinned into your neck, it was evident that he noticed.

"Do you know how long I've thought about you like this?" His voice was coarse against your neck.

"In a maid outfit?" You breathed, earning a short laugh.

"Desperate for me to fuck you stupid, but that's good too."

Dabi sneaked a hand under your skirt, nudging the fabric of your underwear to the side. He ran a finger across your slit, examining the wetness that followed it with pure satisfaction. "Shit, I've barely even done anything yet."

Your body stiffened as his thumb brushed over your clit, slowing rolling over the nub until your hips followed each rotation.

Satisfaction flashed in his features at the way your body reacted to his touch. “That's right. Show me how needy you are for me."

“Plea-” the rest of the word fizzled into a sigh as he pushed a finger into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.” The encouraging statement reeked of mocking amusement. His hand curled into you, eyes brightening with every gasp and whine he pulled from you.

You grabbed onto his shoulder, legs weakening into jelly. "Fuck, Dabi, please!"

"There you go, doll." He slipped another finger inside and a moan slipped past your lips. The pace of each push increased steadily, following the wordless pleas that you gave.

Pleasure coursed through you with each one, his thumb still trained over your oversensitive clit. Your surroundings faded away into a mindless afterthought in the midst of euphoria.

It was only a few minutes before you were melting in his arms, falling apart in a mess of ecstasy.

“So pretty.” He muttered, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen askew behind your ear.

The world was quiet, bathed in a gentle glow that the setting sun provided. Shadows grew within the corners, a physical hint to the ever passing time.

Still, you could've stayed there forever, resting in the bright cerulean that admired your shaking form like it was a work of art.

Of course, it would have been surprising if you were granted that luxury.

Sirens sounded in the distance, a sound that you were more than familiar with, but one that had never been as unwanted as it was now.

Dabi seemed to share a similar sentiment.

“You've got to be kidding,” he groaned, drawing back and taking a look down the alleyway. Annoyance flashed over his expression, taking the place of worry that any rationally thinking individual would experience.

You cleared your throat. "Uh, you should probably get going then."

His gaze turned back to meet yours, softening a bit under the fading sun. Regardless, that shit-eating had returned, much to your dismay.

"How sweet of you to worry," He teased, earning an eye roll. Coming forward once more, he brought his lips to yours again before moving to leave. “See you later, doll. I'll make sure to fuck you properly then.”

You could only imagine what a mess you looked like, breathless and slumped against a wall behind your cafe. The brick supported your body as you saw Dabi's come to a pause, like a passing train of thought had overtaken his path.

Face still warm from his lewd comment, you watched him turn slightly, voice echoing off your surroundings in one final statement.

“Make sure to bring the outfit.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi smut #touya x reader #bhna smut #bhna #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #bhna imagine #mha imagines #bhna x reader

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pinkwright · 1 year

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love all the attention, baby | shuri udaku.

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pairing — college!shuri x college!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — attention by the weeknd

warnings — cunnilingus n fingering (shuri receiving), they r kinda just in love, shuri is a dom top but she gets kinda subby pliant (?) in this idfk how to describe it tbh, reader is mouthy, confessions but fluffy vers., reader thinks shuri is the prettiest ever (projection), kissing, shuri’s that friend that oozes non-sexual dominance i don’t make the rules, riri is mentioned for like two seconds, take a shot every time you read the word pretty, mentions of being a pillow princess, this shuri made me so weak i will not lie to you, mentions of overstimulation, its kinda long, reader is left high n dry bc this is about my wife.

a/n — this took me unnecessarily long my bad but it’s here now lol (thank god for abel), and its also way longer than i anticipated, i hope u enjoy it ! p.s i changed the trope a little bit bc @thevenusianleo already wrote a brilliant piece on the prev one!

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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when a touch's not enough you want more than a fuck, thinking twice i'm the one but you just need to trust.

shuri’s hand slides down your waist trailing against the skin of the back of your thigh to the hem of your miniskirt, and she gently shifts the edge slightly down the length of your legs, adjusting it to rest where it’s designed to sit. you blink behind your cocktail and her hand is already back on your waist, her eyes are squinted as she laughs at something riri said and tips the amber liquid-filled glass down her throat.

your body tingles and you cuss at how sensitive your senses are when it comes to your best friend. they were vehement on orchestrating your demise. your eyes flicker to shuri; trailing from her sharp jaw, along the length of her pretty neck, and coming to rest on the collarbones peeking out of the neckline of her shirt. the silk of her shirt appears softer against her angular build, and you know you’re staring when a throat is subtly, but pointedly cleared and your head is snapping forward, “so, y/n, you down?”

riri’s voice is knowing, her eyes gazing at you teasingly as she adds, “we’re gonna play never have i ever, i bet shuri’s down if you are.” you chuckle in embarrassment, knowing that she knew you had heard none of what was said, “well, i was actually thinking of heading home. my social battery is at its last straw.” you move to hug her goodbye, chuckling, knowing that despite her complaints, the girl understands. when you turn to shuri, ready to bid her farewell as well, she’s grabbing her coat off of the barstool next to her.

“come. i’ll drive you.” she says. her hand coming to rest on the small of your back after she hugs riri goodbye too, the small scientist raising a brow at you. you roll your eyes as shuri guides you out of the party, riri’s cackle becoming background noise as you bid your farewells to people on your walk out.

shuri opens the passenger door for you and waits until you’re seated to lean over you, her warmth seeping into your skin from the proximity, feeling her breath on your neck as she reaches to buckle your seatbelt. the moment is gone as quick as it comes, if acts like this weren’t so common in your friendship, you would be convinced they were just figments of your imagination conjured by your desire for her.

the stereo plays softly as she drives towards her studio apartment, the trip is short and soon you’re jumping out of the car and shivering from the chill of the night. shuri’s lacing her fingers through yours and pulling you through the elevator, holding you close as the doors open to her floor. she glides through her door and heads to the kitchen, dropping your hand to make the both of you a cup of tea and you make your way to her living room, playing the first vinyl you see — it was a playlist that you had made of songs that reminded you of her.

⤠

“what?” you splutter. hold on by the internet, softly ringing through your ears as your gaze lifts to her dark amused eyes, shuri's lips lift into a smirk and her gaze is melting through your skin. her body is relaxed against the velvet loveseat, and her head is turned towards you, her arm lazily hanging off the backrest of the seat as a soft orange glow adds to the comfortable atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"i said, 'never have i ever got off to the idea or the act of giving someone else pleasure'."

your empty cups are forgotten on the stone table, you and shuri decided to play the game you opted out of at the party, minus the alcohol, simply longing to spend more time together. you let your tongue swipe across your lips as you open your mouth to respond, "yea, sometimes i guess, i-um i like seeing how girls get when they cum from being ate out or fingered or something... its so mesmerising..." your voice trails off, breathily. "oh my god, this is so humiliating." you whine, as you refuse to look at her.

you wholefully, severely understated just how much you like that idea, how much it gets you going, the tingles dancing between your legs, at the mere mention of the hedonistic act, laugh at the white lie.

shuri's quiet as she mulls over your words, they affect her a little too strongly for her liking; now all she can manage to conjure in her mind is you between a pretty girl's legs, gazing up at them with those magical eyes, pleading for them to come for you. shuri can feel a vicious pulse of heat course through her body when that image transforms into you between her thighs, making her come, and her teeth are digging into the pillow of her bottom lip.

only bast knows she misses the pleasure of a gentle mouth on her, but the idea of it being your mouth on her, has made her insatiable. shuri's quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she hears the timid call of her name from you, her gaze never wavered from you even when she didn't respond to your attempts to shift the conversation, so when her lips part to speak, you're holding your breath.

"so you're a pillow princess who also gets off on giving?" her lips curve into that stupid smirk and you want to smack it right off her face. your eyebrows shoot up, the heat burning against the skin of your cheeks as protests fall from your mouth, "i am not a fucking pillow princess!" your shriek of disbelief only falling on deaf ears as shuri's cackles just rise in volume. god, you love her.

"pillow princesses are cute, angel. i'm always with them for a reason, its pleasurable to give. i mean its also nice to receive but that's not common, so." she's laughing, not even aware at what she revealed, and the selfish side of you jumps at the opening.

"i can show you that i'm not like the pillow princesses you've been with!" you blurt out.

instantaneous regret curls around your throat at shuri's sharp intake of breath, and you're willing yourself to retract the words that now hang heavily in the quiet room. shuris eyes snap to yours just as your gaze drops to the couch, the velvet suddenly immensely intriguing. her tattooed hand glides into your plane of sight before placing itself on your chin to bring your gaze back to her.

"eyes always on me, remember," she speaks sternly. "you wanna show me, hm?" you slowly nod at her prompt feeling like you were in a trance, "then show me, show me how giving you are, princess."

your jaw drops as you blink up at her, mind racing at the prospect and your energy is shifting so drastically and so quickly that it gives the panther whiplash. you hum out in satisfaction, your gaze seductive and confident but still carrying a smudge of hesitance.

you slid your hand gently up her thigh, your movements steady, even as she gazed at you with those dark eyes. you're smirking lightly as you move to spread her legs, your warm lips timidly meeting her warm neck, parting to taste her skin and you murmur, "i think i wanna hear you ask for it rather... ask for my lips on you, shuri." your words slide against the skin of her jaw, her hands gripping the couch as her head tilts back on to the velvet backrest.

her eyes are shut as she contemplates your request, your lips heating a fire under her skin, pulling her into the warmth of you — a loving embrace she never thought she would experience again. your hand traces over the dip of her waist, squeezing it to feel her jolt against you before slipping down to the band of her black sweatpants. you slide your fingers in, feeling the band of her boxers, and trace your fingers along it, her head lulls to the side to look at you and you use the moment to shift your face closer to hers.

you yearn to hear her talk to you, hear the gasp in her voice as the desperation claws at her being — you crave her.

her hands twitch at her sides, as you skim your lips over hers, a teasing breath away, too far away; and for the first time, shuri feels like whining, begging into the depths of your mouth for anything you’re willing to give her.

"please, s'thandwa… please put your lips on me."

she's gasping, her hips twitching up like she could just fuck up into you, wondering if you would let her, invite her into you. before her mind can guide her too far, she feels your lips move into a smile against hers, and you're tauntingly whispering, "mm good fucking girl." pulling away with a satisfied smirk, not too far, but enough to deprive her of the feel of your glossy lips slipping against hers.

and its then that shuri knows you'll be the fucking death of her.

your body fully turns towards her, and your soft hands slide straight into her boxers, impatiently pressing against the heat of her pussy. you roll your lips as you feel just how wet she was, your own warmth clenching at the thought of someone so powerful, so regal, becoming so worked up at your own hands, at the mere thought of being at your mercy.

shuri lets out the sweetest sigh, her toned stomach clenching as she holds eye contact with you, those pretty eyes. the heat in you grows as you move your deft fingers to slide over her clit, her mouth parting as she spreads her long, gorgeous legs further apart and you ease your own leg, the one furthest from her, to rest over her trembling limb. the entirety of the front of your body is pressed against the length of her side when her tongue comes out to lick her lips and you’re lifting your unused hand to wrap around her neck to keep her eyes on yours, her eyebrows furrowing as you circle her clit in firm circles, eager to make her feel good.

"you look so pretty like this, baby. always so selfless, hm? you just needed someone to take care of this pretty pussy, right, give her some attention?"

you embarrassingly feel the blood rise to your cheeks as shuri's mouth drops open in shock, her hips stuttering as she sharply gasps around your name. her slender fingers are reaching to place her own hand over your working one just as her legs go to shut. her eyes flutter, her teeth grazing over the pillow of her lips as she forcibly stills her stuttering hips, the heat of her thighs warms your hands between them, and the feeling is so dizzying; there’s a breath... then, her pussy's grinding, uncontrolled, against both of your fingers — once, twice before her forehead is in contact with your own and a series of whimpers escape her lips.

"fuck, fuck, please, baby, please."

the clench of your thighs is instinctive, the blood is rushing through your ears and all you can think and breathe is shuri, shuri, shuri. her hand is against yours, fingers laced over yours as she guides you to glide through the heat of her folds, moving in tandem, working unanimously to tear her apart. she’s turning to gasp in your mouth, panting softly as she murmurs her words into the heat of your mouth, "just like that, y/n. mhm, making me feel so fucking good, angel."

and then you just can't handle not having your mouth on her, not being able to taste her for any longer. you’re vibrating with the idea of finally having her, pleasing her, being so good for her. immediately, you find yourself moving to fall to your knees in front of her body, your hands reaching for the band of her sweats to pull them off along with her boxers.

"y/n," she says breathlessly, her eyes gazing into yours from above and her clean hand is moving to cup your cheek, her thumb grazing against the underside of your eye, "are you gonna make me come? wanna paint my pretty girl lips, yeah?" her hips shift forward, almost presenting her soaked heat to you. and you’re reminded exactly who you’re dealing with, the sheer confidence slipping through the cracks of her pleasure coercing the serving side of you.

slowly shifting the palms of your heated hands down her thighs, your eyes held by hers, taunting you; before her legs spread the slightest bit more, inviting you into her. your legs are permanently clenched as you finally allow your gaze to drop to the apex of those gorgeous legs and your breath is catching before you whimper. god, she was pretty everywhere.

you shift closer on your knees, licking your lips before glancing up at shuri, she tilts her head in a challenge and you bring your lips to her pulsing clit, giving her a soft open-mouthed kiss. her legs relax for a split second, a soft exhale traveling through your ears, before she’s tensing up again as you lull your tongue out to swipe through the length of her — she was so warm, so sweet, she was everything you ever wanted.

your tongue slides across her clit, applying a delicious pressure that has the girl’s chest heavily rising and falling, over and over again, and shuri's throbbing. her thighs are tensing up around your head and her stomach's flexing as she breathily sighs into the serene but heated air of her apartment, she sounds so soft, so breathless but so dangerous, like the whisper of a pretty succubus, ready to sing you into the darkness, lure you into breathing your life into her.

you whine against the warmth of her, looking up into her eyes as she stares down at you, "mm good girl, want you to look into my eyes while you’re making me feel so good, nkosazana." she sounds out the words on a whimper, her eyes fluttering as her hand comes to gently grip your locs.

you bring your hand up to trace the ring of her entrance before gently pushing into her, and her body is so welcoming, allowing you to carve your way through her walls like she was made for you. when your fingers gently swipe against the tender patch inside her, her hips buck and she sharply wails, sounding so pretty and wrecked for you and her thighs rise to close you into her, never wanting you to depart from her.

"yes, yes, take me there, baby, please, please."

her moans are bordering on a sob as she presses your lips closer to her, guiding you against her, her body tensing as she twitches, her being at your mercy. her hips are riding into the heat of your mouth and shuri can’t think, can’t fathom anything outside the heat of your mouth, the clenching of her tightening heat around your fingers, and god, it’s like you belong in her; she wants to love you till the end of time.

you separate your glistening lips from her clit but speed up the steady movement of your fingers, "please come for me, i want you to come for your good girl, shuri. please, ndiphilele 'mkanikazi wam' (come for me, my queen)." you whimper out, your legs shaking from how hard you’re squeezing them together, you’re so embarrassingly wet, the heat is swirling in the pit of your stomach.

a quick, deep stroke against your spot and a flattening of your tongue over her clit, and shuri’s falling apart for you. her body is trembling as she sobs out your name, her hips frantically working against your face as she arches her back, her throat expanding prettily as if she’s basking in the attention. you work her through it, your mind blanking at the rhythmic clenches of her warm pussy around your fingers, calling you to her. and you’re almost tempted to continue even after she comes down, tempted to see her writhe around you as she tries to move away from you but, simultaneously can’t help the way her hips gyrate against you for one more.

shuri’s breathing heavily when you pull your fingers out of her snug cavern, and bring your gaze to hers, finding it heavily seated on you. she reaches her hand out to grab your wrist and gently pulls you to your feet, guiding you to straddle her, keeping her eyes on you as she brings your fingers to her mouth, cleaning them off with a sigh. the racing of your heart stammers, before your lips part on a soft inhale of breath; she wants to kill you.

you’re starstruck, feeling your panties stick to your pulsating cunt, when her hand wraps around your throat to pull you towards her face, "bast, baby. made me come so fucking good for you." her lips tenderly skim across your cheekbone as your lashes flutter, "ndiyak'thanda (i love you), baby, so fucking much. let me love you more than just a friend, hm?"

"show me how to love, its been so long." you whisper moving your lips to where theyre hovering over hers, "but i know that you’re the one."

a pause.

then you're floating. shuri’s lips against yours are soft, moving with an urgency that can only be described as desperation, raw need for you, for this, for the blooming of this relationship. your lips part and your heart clenches with a surge of love so deep it hurts. the atmosphere is heavy with emotion, the exchange of breath, and the giggles shared with the love of your life.

now you’ll never get enough.

you’re only looking for attention, you only notice it because i'm never around, the only problem is that you'll never get enough.

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#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ.#shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri smut #shuri fluff #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther #shuri x you #letitia wright #princess shuri

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stormblessed95 · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/stormblessed95/739190334294278144/was-watching-gcft-for-the-nth-time-and-again-saw

Gcf Tokyo is one thing but do you know the GCF that floored me? GCF in Saipan. I mean tbh, some people might be able to find ways to explain GCFT away but how do u explain the fact that Jungkook chose to footage of Jimin whenever the lyrics “i don’t lie no more, i don’t wanna fight no more, what i found in you is so real (2x) ima let you get the best of me” and it was just Jimin’s image that appeared everytime this lyrics came up.

I dunno but u can’t tell me Jk didn’t know what he was doing. Plus the way he videod Jimin. Jimin looked so beautiful and ethereal and the way Jk zoomed in on Jimin’s smile🥹😩. Someome commented and said “the person behind the camera must be in love with the little blond guy”. Stormy, even regular pple who don’t know bts watched that video and could feel the love. I don’t know what jikook have man, but i want what they have.

I have like essay length posts over GCT Tokyo, Saipan, Osaka and Helsinki here if y'all haven't seen those posts yet. Scroll to the bottom and they are there! Actually my longest posts are about Osaka and Helsinki. Lol I think because Tokyo and Saipan feel so dang obvious to me I didn't feel the need to explain my reasons for my opinions on those ones as much I guess 😂

GCF as a series is everything to me. I'd kill for JK to give us more!

#jikook #kookmin

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Skeleton Man

A/N: I don’t know what this is tbh.

Warnings: smut

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She walked through the door with a smile on her face in anticipation of seeing his beautiful eyes as soon as she stepped foot inside, but he was nowhere to be found. Not rushing to greet her at the door with a kiss and a big hug. Not smoking in the living room and reading a book, not playing video games, not strumming his guitar or listening to the record player as he messed around in the kitchen.

She took the stairs up as worry started to set in. She pulled her phone out to check for any messages from him, but there was nothing. Maybe he got held up at a label meeting, or, the more likely option, maybe he and George hit their stride on the new song and he’s song engrossed in it that he’s lost track of time. Or maybe-

Her spiraling mind stopped dead in its tracks when she walked into the bedroom and saw him curled up into a ball, on top of the covers, with his back towards her.

“Matty?” She called out softly.

She watched him jolt in surprise and then slowly unfurl himself and turn around. “Oh, hi. Sorry, didn’t hear you come in.” He smiled.

Initially, her own lips mirrored his, smiling back. But as she walked closer to the bed, her expression changed. “Have you…been crying?”

He cast his eyes away from her when she sat on the edge of the bed, studying his face closely.

“No.” He muttered.

Her silence made his pathetic lie feel uncomfortable so he corrected himself “yes.”

She kicked her shoes off, letting them drop to the floor then climbed onto the bed next to him.

“Why, baby? What’s wrong?”

The simple feeling of her gentle voice enveloping him was already calming. He looked up at her briefly, feeling a bit vulnerable and looking away again. He shrugged. “Just one of those days, you know?”

“Oh, honey….why didn’t you call me? Would’ve come home sooner if I’d known.” She moved to straddle his body, placing a leg on either side of him.

“I’m fine, really. Just needed to get it all out of my system.” He blushed as he felt her get closer to him.

“Would you like a hug?”

His face lit up. “Yes, please.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, letting her wrap her arms around him and hold him tight.

“Love you.” She whispered into his ear and watched him smile.

After a long pause, Matty pulled away, resting his back against the headboard. “Thank you. Needed that.�� His face looked lighter. Better.

She brought her hand to his face, running the her knuckles gently down his face. “Been thinkin about you all day, you know….ever since you got out of the shower this morning, actually.” The slightest hint of mischief in her voice.

Matty pulled her closer into his lap, kissing her lips. He felt her smile into the kiss.

His hands rested at her hips while hers wrapped around his neck. Gradually, she began to feel his hips shake underneath her. Bulge forming in his pants as their kiss grew more and more urgent.

“Hmm…someone’s needy.” She whispered, holding a laugh when his hips buckled particularly hard.

“Mhm…I umm- yeah” he nodded slightly. “Need you.” His head dropped.

“Want me to take care of you?”

He wasn’t sure if she was asking to check for the go-ahead, or to embarrass him, or maybe a bit of both but he gave in willingly.

“Please?”

“Ooo, and he’s so polite about, too.” She chuckled and watched as his face and neck flushed in red.

“I- umm, I know it’s silly, but, I just wanna-“ he bit his lip, nervously. “Wanna feel close to you.” His voice softer, as if confessing a secret.

She swore she could physically feel her heart melt right in her chest. “Nothing silly about that….” She slowly lifted herself off his lap and moved to get off the bed.

“Five seconds, okay? Let me just shed some of those layers. Get into comfy clothes. Yeah?”

***

She had not only changed into comfortable clothes, but she’d gone back and undressed him too. The feeling of her hands ghosting over his body, her fingers at his waist pulling down his joggers first, and then his underwear, her nails lightly scratching his chest as she took off his shirt…he was already desperate. She’d been so gentle the whole time, handling him like he’s made of glass. It was comforting right up until she’d taken his hardened cock in her hand and moved her palm over it at the slowest, lightest speed. Her touch was now frustrating.

Every time her fingers reached his tip, he would let out a soft gasp or whisper a curse word.

Her eyes were fixed at his torso. Watching his chest rise and fall, his stomach tighten at just the right touch. She could easily get lost in his tattoos and keep this up for hours.

Re-directing her attention to his face, she saw the desperation in his eyes. “That feel good, my love?”

He nodded repeatedly, already unable to speak.

“Let’s make this even better.”

Matty wondered what she meant by that before he felt her loosen her grip on him whining slightly at the loss of her touch and earning himself a head shake and a “so needy,” from her.

He lifted his head to see her pull the bedside drawer open and take out her small bullet vibrator.

He put his hand out when she came back to bed, offering to help her out. It wouldn’t have been the first time. They’d used a myriad of toys in bed before and she always appreciated that he relished in the experience.

She watched his hands shake and laughed. “It’s not for me.” The words were hardly out of her mouth, and before he could process them, she’d held the toy to his tip and click it on.

“Fuck!” Matty’s entire body twitched at the foreign feeling.

“How’s it feel, babe?”

“Uhhhh- fuck- so good.”

She smiled, satisfied with herself as she watched his breathing rise and his eyes roll back.

“Oh- my- fuckkkk.” He tipped his head back, his curls swaying around his face, framing it beautifully. He looked like an Angel figure right out of a renaissance painting. He drank it in with her eyes, her heart pounding.

His hips bucked and swung from side to side. Normally, his moves were rhythmic and intentional. So, to watch him lose control right in front of her was an accompaniment that she would remember for a long time.

“I- um- I feel-“ he struggled for words. “It’s intense! So- intense!”

“What’s your color, honey?” She asked, legitimately concerned that she may have taken it too far.

“G-green. Promise. I’m okay.” His eyes closed, giving into the pleasure, his mouth hung open.

But, he immediately sat up, whimpering when he felt her pull the toy away.

She giggled at his big brown eyes begging her.

“Hold on a minute, gosh. Impatient boy. I just have a bit of an idea that’ll make things better.”

She dug back into the same drawer, pulling out the lube bottle and squirting a tiny bit into her hand. She coated the toy with a thin layer, and then applied the remains to his cock, making him flinch and hiss.

“Is that better?” She asked as she put the vibrator back on him.

“Shit! Yeah- better- umm- thank you.”

Now she felt more confident moving it around without hurting him. Flicked her wrist in a couple

Of different directions trying for different positions. “Do you like this better? Or maybe that?”

“Holy FUCK! He swallowed, his body hovering over the bed. “Umm… yeah. C-could you- uh- bit higher please?” He would be a bit embarrassed if the pleasure hadn’t completely overtaken his mind.

“So…like that?” She adjusted her hand and heard him moan in response, confirming for her that she’d found the ideal placement. “Good, but, Matty, if you don’t stop moving around I’m gonna have to tie you up, alright? Keep those hands away from the toy.”

Something about the fact that she’d called him by his name, and not one of the millions of nicknames she often used for him, shook him to the core. He couldn’t process or understand the mix of feelings that bubbled with in him. Sadness that she hadn’t used a term of endearment. A bit of a turn on that her tone was firm. Guilt for making her need to warn him. His head, which was already filled with overwhelming pleasure, felt foggy.

“C-could I- umm- hold your hand? Please?”

“Nope. Stay still.”

And he tried. He really, really tried. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do it on purpose, she upped the intensity of the toy and ran her free hand up his thighs and his hands moved as a reflex.

Without letting up on the vibrator, she reached over and retrieved the handcuffs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… please! I promise!” he cried out.

“Here. Hold the vibrator to your dick while cuff your wrists.”

He couldn’t really argue at this point.

“Okay. Now give it back to me and hands over your head.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. She simply kissed his cheek.

“Hey, babe?” She smiled at him.

“Yeah?”

“You ready to cum?”

“So- so ready.” He shook his head and heard the metal cuffs rattle.

“Alright, Angel. Go ahead. Let go for me.”

As soon as the words left her lips, he did. Instantly. Moaning and shaking from head to curling toes. The release tore through his entire body, expelling all the tension that had built up.

Soon, though, the pleasure turned into excruciating pain when she refused to let up on the vibrator.

He begged and screamed for her. “Sensitive- it’s too sensitive- please- I- please!!”

“Be a good boy and take it, baby.” Her voice calm in response to his screams.

“I’m trying! Im trying! It hurts. Please- no more!”

“It’s gonna feel good again soon. Just take it.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ow. It’s- okay. I’ll take it.” He mumbled slurring his words. “Wanna be good for you.”

He waited for an assurance or a word of praise, but none came. Instead, pleasure did. She was right, it was getting good again. “Please? May I please cum again?”

“Oh really?” She quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you wanted me to stop just a minute ago.”

“Wanna cum, please?”

“What happens if I stop now?”

He felt the wave of pleasure build up again. “No, no, no please! Please don’t stop! Please let me

Cum!!!”

“Go ahead, my love. Cum for me.”

Matty finally relaxed his body and his mind, melting into the mattress as pleasure shook him, finishing all over his own stomach.

His body dropped with sweat. Ears ringing. Damp hair clinging to his face. Eyes too heavy to keep open.

She sat still for a moment. Taking in the sight of him as his breathing slowly began to drop.

“Matty, honey?”

Her voice sounded faint and distant but he was vaguely aware of it. With considerable effort, he eventually opened his eyes.

“Are you with me?”

He attempted to nod but he was too exhausted. It was easier to smile.

“Good, I’m gonna run into the bathroom real quick. Okay?”

Moments later, he felt her wipe him down with a wet cloth before she hovered over him to unlock his handcuffs.

He kept as much of his eyes open as he could to keep looking at her pretty face. But he was concerned when he saw her frown.

“Matty, you’re bleeding…”

She took his wrists in her hands examining them.

His arms felt heavy. Almost numb. But she helped him sit up and he eventually saw that the

corners of the metal cuffs had dug into his skin when he strained against the bed in his movements.

“You didn’t feel that?”

He shook his head. A small “no.” Left his lips. Finally his first syllable.

“Well, we’re not using those ever again.” He tossed the cuffs into the trash.

“Gonna need to tend to that immediately. Let’s get you into the bathroom.”

“Tired.”

“I know, baby, but I’m not gonna let you sit there with bleeding wrists, you get that. Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me if I go into the bathroom with you?”

“Even better. I’ll kiss you right now.”

***

She walked back into their bedroom, snack tray in hand.

Matty’s still slightly wet hair was beginning to dry after his shower. He sat in bed again, on fresh sheets, in his boxers. She’d brought him a warm beverage but she still felt uneasy as she saw that he was shivering.

“Matty! You’re cold!”

“Am not.” He mumbled. Reaching for a snack from the assortment she’d brought him.

He was still feeling a bit hazy and disoriented, but a bit better now that his limbs no longer felt like jello.

She shook her head. Sometimes he acted like a todddler.

She reached into his drawer to find him some clothes, smiling to herself when she spotted the skeleton pajama set. She knew he preferred to sleep in just his boxers most of the time. But she also knew that this set was the coziest thing he owned and that every time he put it on, it took a lot to take them back off.

“C’mon. Sit up for me.”

A smile grew on his face when she saw what she’d brought him. He set down his mug and let her dress him. Not that hd wasn’t perfectly capable. He just liked when she fussed over him sometimes. It made him feel protected. Like he could let his guard down and let someone else do the worrying and the thinking for him. Even if it was just for the night.

***

“How do you feel?” She whispered in his ear as she pulled him into her arms.

“All better, thank you.”

“Still sad?”

“Not anymore. But I kinda feel like saying yes if it’ll get me more loving.”

She chuckled, pulling the duvet over them. “You act like I don’t love on you all the time.”

Matty said nothing, instead, he zoned out.

“Hey, Matty, what is it?”

His face turned red instantly. “It’s nothin.”

“Tell me. What’s going on? What’re you thinking about?”

“Just…..well, ummm- was I- good?” His lips trembled as the words he spoke left them.

“Pardon?”

“I always wanna be- good for you. Never wanna make you mad.” He buried his face into her chest. “Wanna make you happy. are you…happy with me? Know I fucked up and I-“

“Hey, hey, Matty. Look at me. Look at me!” She ran her fingers through his hair.

“You were a good boy tonight. You always are. The best. My skeleton man.”

She dipped her head low and kissed him.

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