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aalyssah · 10 months

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‘Innocent’ Pranks

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,444

Summary: An 'innocent' prank by Stu leads to a scary night.

A/N: I kinda find this one cute, but scary. Hope You Enjoy!

You walked down the halls of the high school, watching as everyone ran to the buses and cars. You were walking with Tatum and Sidney when someone's arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You were about to yell at whoever it was, but stopped once you saw your boyfriend. "Leaving so soon?" You chuckled, pushing the door open. "Yeah, I gotta do some homework and clean the house since my parents are leaving for the weekend."

Stu gave you a look, raising his eyebrows up and down. "Ew no! I have to do stuff, we're not fucking for the weekend." You playfully shrugged his arm off you. You walked to your car, opening the door. "Okay fine, but at least come to the party with me." You looked at him confused. "What Party?"

Tatum broke in the conversation. "Randy's hosting a party at his house and invited most of the school." Stu nodded his head. "Oh no, I couldn't. I have things to do and I'd rather not spend the night drinking like an alcoholic, and get chased by the cops." You closed the door, starting up the engine.

Stu knocked on the window, making you roll it down. "Please baby. I promise I'll stay with you." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Stu don't lie to me. We both know the moment we get there, you're gonna leave me at the bar and go hang out with Billy. I'm not going and that's final. If you want me then come stop by my place."

You didn't say no more and drove away, leaving Stu to stand there. "Ooo, Y/n just told you off." Billy teased while laughing."Well, since she doesn't wanna come, you should teach her a lesson about staying home alone." Stu looked at Billy. "What lesson?" Billy shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, maybe scare her a little? Halloween's coming up and it's perfect to scare her." Billy walked away, leaving Stu to think about it. It would be a perfect idea and it would make you stay with him.

On the way home he thought about a plan.

You finally finished your math homework with a smile on your face. "Finally, I'm done with this shit!" If there was one subject you hate, it would be math. You put your stuff in your bag and made your way downstairs.

You walked in the kitchen and could feel tears come to your eyes. The sink was full of dishes, the trash was almost overflowing, and the counter was dirty. This was gonna take a while. With a sigh you pulled your hair into a bun and began getting to work, cleaning the counter off.

You collected all the trash and set it to the side before working on the dishes. As you washed the dishes you sang your favorite song, thinking about things you could do with Stu this weekend. You drained the water, collected the trash from every room, and slipped slippers on.

It was pitch black as you walked outside to the trash can in your front yard. When you lifted the lid you accidentally dropped your ring on the floor. "Shit." You leaned done, feeling the ground for the ring, but the sound of leafs crushing caught your attention. You stood up instantly, looking around.

Although it was quiet, you still didn't feel good. You hurried fast to search for the ring, but you heard running in the wood, the leaves crunching faster. "Okay, this isn't funny, fuck off!" Your shaky voice yelled, looking around. As much as you wanted to get your ring, you'd rather not be dead.

With one last look, you made a b-line for the door. You let out a cry as you heard footsteps running behind you. You ran as fast as you could to your house, luckily getting to the door in time. You locked it fast, seeing a man with a white ghost face mask on.

The man stood there, staring at you. You took off running to the windows, locking them and turning off the lights. You grabbed a knife and ran upstairs to your parents room in their closet. It was pretty big and had a lot of clothes, so you shouldn't be seen.

You stayed quiet as you heard the back door downstairs creaking open.

Oh no, you forgot to lock the back door.

You covered a hand over your mouth, and tried to steady your breathing. Footsteps walked up the steps and straight to your parents room. You closed your eyes tightly, praying to god that he wouldn't open the door.

Under the door through the small creek you could see black boots, walking around the room, opening the bathroom door, and pulling the shower curtain open.

You could feel all the color drain from your body as the black boot came towards the closet. You looked up at the doorknob and saw it slowly twisting open. Tears were painting on your face by now as you held back whimpers. The door flew open and the ghostface had a knife in the air, ready to stab.

"No, please don't do this!" You screamed out, eyes still closed. When you opened your eyes you saw the knife coming down fast at your head. You let out a loud terrified scream, waiting for the pain, but it never came. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up.

The man's hand came to the mask and removed it revealing a laughing Stu. You looked at him hurt and confused. "Haha, oh my god, babe, you should've heard how scared you were. You were like, 'Ahh.'" Stu laughed even harder as he mocked your scream.

You couldn't find anything funny in this. You were more hurt and felt betrayed. How could someone who 'loves you' do this? You let out a cry, burying your face in your hands. You didn't hold back any sobs, whimpers, or whines.

Stu stopped laughing, looking down at you. "H-hey, it's okay, it was just me." Guilt filled his body as he slowly sat next to you. He tried to touch you, but you fearfully jerked back. "D-don't touch m-me." You attempted to get up, but your legs were shaking and gave out, not letting you go far.

Stu was quick to get up and grab you. "Woah, hey, it's okay. Let's go sit down." Even though he scared you, you let him take you. He guided you downstairs to the living room, and sat you on the couch. You were shaking when he let go of you, breathing heavy. Stu was just as shocked as you.

He didn't think it would turn into this. "Uh, what can I do to help?" You looked down at your finger. "Can you go near the trash can and get my ring?" Stu got up without a complaint, going outside and fetching the ring. "This one?” You took it and put it on your finger.

You kissed it, breathing in and out. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to scare you that hard." Your eyes shot open fast at his sentence as you could feel anger.

"You didn't mean it? What do you mean 'you didn't mean it?' You chased me outside, made me drop my grandma's ring, came into my house, and almost ‘killed me’ with a knife! So don't you dare say you didn't mean it!"

Stu bit the inside of his cheek, staying silent. He knows you're right. As well as the fact you loved that ring. It was the last thing your grandma gave to you before she passed away. "I thought I was gonna die. I thought- I thought I was never gonna see you again." Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence.

Stu hesitatingly scooted closer. "C-can I touch you?" You nodded your head, scooted closer to him. Stu instantly took you in his arms, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry Y/n, I'm so sorry, I don't wanna lose you, I’ll do anything to make you stay with me, please I-" You cut Stu off with a kiss, feeling him relax.

You've never heard him so upset let alone seen him remorseful. You pulled back with a somewhat broken, but happy smile. "It's okay, I forgive you, but please don't ever do that again, or I'll-I'll break up with you." Stu tensed up at the thought of you leaving him. He'll really become yandere.

You both peacefully slept on the couch, while watching movies, with Stu completely forgetting about the party and remembering to scold Billy for making him think about doing an 'innocent' prank on you.

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mulberrimouse · 3 months

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This fic was supposed to be short and simple and stay like that but I got a little carried away...

Info and warnings!!: Friends to lovers, Andrew x Reader, no smut but HEAVY making out and teasing as well as cursing. Lots of praise and devotion, body worship. (Obviously. this is Andrew we're talking about), light degrading if you squint. Let me know if I missed anything!

Also, apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Oh, Halloween. Your favorite holiday. No obligation to get people gifts, scary movies, dressing up, so many different parties (only if you want), and candy. Tons of candy. You've always had a big sweet tooth so it surprises nobody when you go all out on buying bulk bags to keep around your house.

Speaking of bags of sweets, you were digging around in a bag you'd just gotten when your closest friend Andrew shot you a message.

"Hey, sweetie. When should I be over?"

As his name popped up on your screen, you tried not to let the term "friend" get to you. You've knon Andrew for quite some time now and have been head over fucking heels for him for most of it. He was always attractive but god help you. He was funny in a uniquely Andrew way, he was beyond kind and intelligent. He always tried his best to make time for you, even on tour. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met. And "sweetie". Lord the things that nickname did to you. He started calling you that after the 6th or 7th time he found a stash of candy in your cabinets.

"Around 7! I don't wanna stay up too late."

He liked the message and, you assumed, got ready for the party. It was a lowkey costume party with some drinks. You weren't a fan of huge parties but you enjoyed seeing your friends a lot. You spend around the kitchen, cleaning and setting out different liquor and alcohol, as well as some food and non-alcoholic drinks. Once it was all set up, you went upstairs to go put ok some makeup and the Freddy Cruger costume you picked out. You were elated when you found it. It was simple but cute.

Eventually, 7:30 rolls around and many of your close friends, as well as some of their own, are scattered around your house, talking and drinking. Someone took control of the speakers and put on some funky Halloween music that people started dancing to. There was still no sign of Andrew though. As you tried to stop yourself from anxiously checking your phone every 2 minutes, a vaguely familiar face popped up in front of you.

"Hey Y/N! It's David, from Clarissa's birthday. How have you been?"

"I've been okay!! I'm pretty busy with school and work. I'm happy that there's finally a break, though!"

"Yeah, yeah I can imagine. Anyway, who are you here with?"

"Nobody, actually!"

"Ohhhh... So no boyfriend or anything?"

You mentally roll your eyes but try to keep a polite smile. He's not Andrew, but he isn't too bad you suppose. It's just uncomfortable because you don't know him all that well. He's just a coworker of Clarissa's. However, it could he good. Maybe it'll help you move on. You can't just spend your time following Andrew like a lost puppy, right?

Right as you're about to tell him that you're single at the moment, someone else walks over.

"Hey, sweetheart! Sorry I'm late. The face paint took a while to dry."

You turned to see Andrew standing next to you. You didn't even respond before you leaned into him and gave him a big hug.

"Andy! I was worried about you." You looked up at the face paint he had done and nearly stopped breathing. White paint covered his face while black outlined and extended his lips, as well as surrounding his eyes with sharp, long points at the bottom. He was Eric Draven from The Crow. His hair was in a low messy bun of curls and he had a wide smile on his face. Seeing him pushed the idea of moving on out of your head entirely.

"You really are sweet, huh? There was no need to be worried."

You blush slightly and look down before turning back to David. Andrew looked at the table next to your scanning over the drink options as David began to talk.

"So, no boyfriend then?"

As soon as it left his mouth, Andrew coughed and glanced at him. You started to talk, wanting to explain that you weren't looking for anything but before you could say anything, one of David's friends called him over. He told you that he'd come find you later before he walked away.

For the next few hours, you and Andrew were practically attached to each other. He always had his hand in yours or around your waist. He also made sure to tell you not to drink too much because he knew how much you despised being hung over. Luckily, as the night passes, you managed to stay at a comfortable, tipsy point, not full on drunk.

Not so luckily, though, you found yourself having to make sure you weren't staring at Andrew for too long. Whether it be his hands holding his glass, or his eyes crinkling when he smiled. The worst was when he had his hand secure on your waist. You so badly wished it meant more than it did.

Unbeknownst to you, Andrew was feeling the exact same way. He kept glancing at you, his breath getting caught in his chest when you leaned into him or looked up to speak. He was hyper aware of the warmth of your body against him. Everything he wanted to do to you kept flashing through his mind and he quickly got more antsy. As he gave almost all his focus to not getting hard right behind you, you were blissfully unaware, just happy that he could be there. You were having a really good time until you felt him shift away from you.

You looked up at him, confused.

"Are you okay, Andy?"

He nodded and smiled down at you, so you turned around, unintentionally brushing your ass against him. You felt him through his pants and immediately, you felt yourself get hot. You definitely didn't want to assume that it was because of you, but just the idea make your legs weak. You decided to press yourself against him lightly and you felt his hand on your waist tighten and he pulled you closer, slightly aggressively. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"We're going to go upstairs."

He led you up the stairway and partially into the hall. His original plan was to go all the way to your room but he was too impatient. Before you even got close to your door, he yanked you to the side and pressed you up against the wall. He stared down at you, his breathing heavy and his eyes wild. He leaned down to be at eye level with you, his lips ghosting over yours. You felt his breath as he spoke.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Andrew."

"Oh... Is that so?"

You giggled nervously and nodded with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" He was making you a little light headed but you still understood the actual question. He wanted to make sure that you wanted this. You wanted him. You nodded again and gave him your best doe eyes when you wrapped your arms around his neck to try and pull him closer to you.

"No no darling. Use your words for me. I need to hear it."

"Please Andy... I want you."

He let out a low hum and his eyelids fluttered shut before he slammed his lips into yours. His left hand was gripping your hip and clawing at you, almost ferally, sure to leave marks while his other was cupping your face. Both your arms were wrapped around his neck but one snaked it's way up into his hair. You tugged at his roots and his hips bucked forward into you. Groans and whimpers were flowing steadily from the both of you. He slotted one of his legs between yours and you ground down.

You let out a moan, slightly muffled by his lips against yours. You pulled away to catch your breath. You kept moving your hips and a loud whine escaped you. He smiled down at you and used his left hand to push more pressure down.

"Good girl... Needy little thing. So pretty."

You whimpered and threw your head back against the wall.

"Fuck Andrew. Please- I need you..."

"Ohhh sweetie. Want me to fuck you with everyone down stairs?"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

"Shhhhhhh baby... Calm down."

He removed his leg and you nearly fell to the ground. He held you up and got down on his knees once he was sure you were steady. He lifted your sweater and started kissing across your stomach. Both of his hands now gripped your thighs and pulled you closed to him. He pushed your legs apart slightly and pressed his face into your clothed pussy.

"Fuck, need you so bad baby. So pretty. Just wanna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. You want that? Hm?"

Your hands shot down and weaved through his hair so you could yank his hair back.

"Andrew. Please. Right now. I need you."

He grinned, his pupils dilated so much the color was nearly gone. After standing up, he kissed you again and grabbed your hand to lead you down the hallway...

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yourbpdgf · 1 year

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obsession ?

warnings: obsessive!suna x obsessive!reader, stalking, yandere behaviors, weed, alcohol, fire play?, knife play, making out, choking, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating, dick sucking, public sex?, rough sex, pet names: little one, bunny, bun, pretty,, etc .

you and suna were at your spot, the rooftop of an abandoned building beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap, sharing a blunt, enjoying eachothers presence.

suna, rin to you, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now and youre obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair, his mesmerizing eyes, his physical appearance to his sarcastic personality.

but in addition to your love for him you also know everything about him. full name, home address, social security number, mother and fathers name, to his favorite song, color, number, and everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to make sure youd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily, his likes, his archive, everything.

if its about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too, just to gain more insight into his home life, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things hes done behind locked doors. you saw how he masturbates to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone.

youd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasized about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo, the most similar looking dildo to sunas you could find, strapped to a fuck machine fucking into you at max speed. clamps vibrating on both of your nipples and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum every 2 minutes and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that, anybody who dares flirt with you is either jumped, publicly humiliated or exposed, sometimes all three. nobody will never know it was him though.

hes protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when hes around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times, too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights hes at your window, watching you moan for him, like his good little slut.

despite all of this, you two have yet to be intimate, and sunas trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy sigh. he speaks, breaking the peaceful silence you both built, but not before he takes a nice swig of the tequila you brought for the two of you, "let me try something."

"go ahead." you reply. you trust suna and youre not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that about you, he already doesnt like talking so it saves him words. though even if you did ask, he wouldnt mind explaining just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag, cups your face and pulls it to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart bunny, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up, and ashes spill onto your neck. they burn on your skin and instead of pain you feel pleasure. the burn is good. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

youre a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt, into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your clit. you cant protest though, not that you wanted to, because sunas lips are on yours.

youre still kissing when his hand moves to your throat and gives it a squeeze. before you can do anything about it your mouth opens, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck leaving purple bruises as he travelled to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"good little bun. be good for me and thisll be good for both of us, kay?"

"mkay, rin rin."

he unzips your zip up, not knowing you had no bra or shirt on under. when he realizes he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit, eliciting a high pitched whine from you, and slip into your pussy. two fingers, after a few pumps, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin, pleasee!"

"patience, little one. youre gonna like this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs a pocket knife, tracing it along your thighs, cool metal making you moan. the sensation to die for. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them off. the knife goes back into his pocket and his face goes into your pussy.

he slurps, spits, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and every twitch your body convulses. it doesnt last long though because as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his 8 inch cock to you, fully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you do.

he puts his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat, going up and down. your head moves in a wave motion, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that, pretty. youre so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks, swirl your tongue, bob your head, and play with his balls all at the same time.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas big, veiny hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"im way better than that little fuck machine, arent i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, bunny."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please go deeper, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna walks you home and spends the night at your house <3.

im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

everything ???

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ador3sturniolo · 6 months

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Stargirl

An - omg I feel like I haven’t posted in a year what. Okay so earlier this week I went to a hockey game, and something happened while I was there and I wanted to write a fic about it. And I wanted to do Nate because I love Nate, and we need more Nate fics out there asap. And the song has nothing to do with the fic, it was the song I kept playing while writing this 😭

Paring - Nathan Doe X FemReader

Summary - You go to one of Nate’s hockey games

Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

Requested - Nope

ALSO YALL, I FIRST WROTE THIS IN THE BEGINNING OF OCTOBER SO THERE WILL BE HALLOWEEN THEMED THINGS HERE, SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

I hadn’t realize how late I had slept in until I heard my alarm go off more than 30 times, most of which I had just sleep through. I check the time and see it’s a little past 3. Shit. I had so much to do and had it all planned out. I was to clean my house, get a gift for Nate, go grocery shopping, and decorate for fall. I’ll just eat some food while I’m out but right now, I need to clean up my place. I have u til 6:30 to get everything done on my list. Considering Nate’s game starts at 7.

I clean my house, lighting candles and turning on fairy lights I have setup around my house. I take a quick shower and put on my freshly clean clothes. I do a slick back bun, not trying to do anything fancy. I get into my car and make a quick stop at Starbucks to get a drink. I also did an online order for my favorite lunch place in town so it’s ready for pickup when I get there. I pickup my lunch and eat in my car as I drive to target. I put my Starbucks in the cup holder of my cart and push it too the food section.

I grab my list of food and start putting it in my cart. I decided to grab some cookie dough for me and Nate to back after his game. I go over to the floral section and grab a bag of white, blue, and purple pair and place it in my cart. I’m on my way towards check out when I spot the cutest pair of matching pj sets. There was a vampire, pumpkin, and ghost option. They were all so cute but I decided to get the ghost ones. I check out and go home to eat dinner and decorate.

I decided to make something, quick, easy, and delicious. I play my fall playlist as I grab my last year bin full of pumpkins, signs, pillows and blankets. It only takes me around 30 minutes considering I cleaned earlier. I looked at the time, with not much time left I had to get ready. I put the totes back and head to my room. I put on a pair of leggings and his hockey jersey that he gave me. I take out my hair and do two French braids. I take some face paint type makeup I have and write his number on my cheek.

I put on my shoes and grab his flowers and teddy I bought him earlier that week. I grab a blanket so I don’t get cold at the rink. I drive to the rink in only 10 minutes. I head inside and get a ticket. I’m greeted inside by the triplets. They all look over at me and walk my way.

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for like 5 hours” Nick says rolling his eyes

“Nick, we got here 5 minutes ago-“ Matt chimed in

“Oh hush.” Nick says, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed.

“I’m so excited to watch my boyfriend play!” Chris says clapping his hands. Nick, Matt and I slowly turn towards Chris, giving him a confused look.

“Fine, I can’t wait to watch her boyfriend play” Chris says sarcastically but rolling his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” I say pushing Chris a little bit jokingly. We all walk to the rink, getting a rush of cold air as the door opens. I could feel goosebumps approaching my skin. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and sit down with the triplets. We sat and waited for the game to start. It only took a couple scrolls on insta before the players came walking out of the locker room and onto the ice to warmups. It wasn’t hard for me to find him, considering I had his number imprinted into my brain. Before I the warmups ended, I went to the snack bar and got myself a water and chips for me and the triplets. I head back just in time for the game to start. We all stand up and start to cheer, like the rest of the crowd. I only had my eye on one player the whole time. Every time he scored a point and I would jump up and down and scream for him. The three looked at me like I was insane but I didn’t care.

The game was over and Nate’s team won! We all wait for Nate outside of the locker room to finish up, but before he comes out I need to use the restroom. I come back not too long and see the brothers talking to a man I wanted to hug the first I saw him on the ice. He noticed me and started walking towards me. I ran up to him and gave him a hug.

“You did great tonight, I’m so proud of you.” I say giving him a peck on the lips.

“And these are for you.” I handed him the flowers and teddy bear, he then looked up at me with a smile that would make my heart melt.

“Thank you so much baby.” He said as he went to the side of me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He turned back and waved to the brothers as he started to walk with me out of the building. I help him load his things into my car, and we get inside the car after.

“So I had a really fun night planned out for us, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay and we can do something else.”

“It’s whatever makes you happy my love” I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“So, my house is all decorated and I had candles going so it smells really good in there, and the house is clean so a bonus! And I was thinking we could make cookies and watch a movie together? And there’s also a surprise with that.” I say almost out of my seat from how happy I was.

“If that’s what you wanna do.” He says smiling back at me.

“Of course it’s what I want to do, but I wanted to know if u wanted to do it.” I say turning on my car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I’m okay with anything you want to do.” He says looking out the window. I smile as I continue to drive back to my place. I pull into my driveway and get out of my car.

“Let’s take showers first tho.” I say unlocking my front door. He nods as I unlock the door and walk in. We take off our shoes at the front and walk to my room where my shower is.

“I’ll go first, I’ll be quick.” I say as I start to take out my hair. I hop in the shower and wash my face, get out, and wrap myself in a towel. I walk out into my room and too my closet, telling him it’s his turn on my way. He gets off the small couch I have in my room and head into the bathroom. I quickly get dressed into the pajamas I just bought for us. I sit down at my vanity and start doing my night skincare. I hear the shower turn off and with Nate walking out with the towel around his waist. He points at the pair of clothes on my bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s yours, to wear! Tonight! To match with me!” I say turning around, show I’m in the matching set. He gives me a sigh but walks with it into the bathroom to get changed. I do a little clap of achievement, as I turn back around to finish my skincare. I hear the bathroom door open and see him walk out, giving me a sigh and looking down in disappointment.

“Hey! You look amazing! Don’t give me that I hate this energy, it’s supposed to be fun!” I say putting all my things away and getting up.

“I feel so weird in this.” He says throwing his hands like a baby

“Why? You look so cute!” I say walking towards him.

“Can I just take the shirt off? It feels tight.” He says scratching his neck

“Not yet! I wanna take a picture” I say grabbing my phone out. His arm wraps around my waist as I put the mode to 0.5x and turn on the flash. We smoosh our heads together doing a kissy face as I take the picture. I look at the picture to make sure it was okay then I put my phone down.

“Okay, let go make some cookies” I say kissing his cheek and walking out of my room. He follows close behind me. I grab a pack a Pillsbury cookies from the fridge and preheat the oven.

“How about you put on 6, and I put on 6” I say grabbing a tray from my cabinet.

“Good with me” He says giving me a smile

“Can I take my shirt off now?” He says whining

“Fine, Stop acting like a baby” I say as I start to put on my cookies.

We both finish putting on our cookies and put them in the oven. I walk over to my couch and turn on the tv.

“What would you like to watch?” I say looking up at him.

“I don’t know, you pick.” He says sitting down next to me

“Mhm, Corpse Bride? The Nightmare Before Christmas?” I say leaning back and laying my head on his chest

“Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie.”

“No it’s not!” I say as I scoff

“It is tho!”

I shake my head and get up to go take the cookies out. I put them on a plate and organize them in a cute way. I bring the plate to the couch along with a blanket.

“Hold the plate while I put the blanket on us.” I say handing him the plate. I sit down, covering our legs and a little bit of my waist. He sets the plate down on the blanket.

“Do you like tonight?” I say putting my head on him again.

“Of course” He says kissing my head. I smile in happiness that I was able to make tonight special.

“I love you” I say lifting my head up.

“I love you more” He says giving me a peck on my lips

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An - OML I AM SO SORRY ML FOR NOT POSTING FOR A MONTH. I KNOW THIS ONE IS BAD BUT I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO POST SOMETHING OR I CANT FUNCTION RIGHT SO HERE IS THIS 🫶🏼

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hongthoven · 2 months

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Hii!

I saw your requests are open, so I was wondering if I could request some cute and fluffy domestic stuff with Mingi? Or with Yunho even?

Or maybe Matz noticing that their s/o gets hate for being with the boys?

Whichever of these you are most comfortable 🥰

Hello ! 𖹭

Thank you for your request 𖹭 It isn't long and I haven't done fluff for a long while so pardon me if it doesn't fit your expectations, but here is a lil domestic!mingi imagine for you 𖹭 have a lovely day!

“Okay, think this is the last one” Mingi sighs, exhaustion in the tone of his voice as the last box drops to his feet with a loud thug — nothing too fragile, luckily, a bunch of books and random stationary stuff you couldn’t fit in any other boxes — and just like that, you are moving in with your boyfriend.

It still feels surreal to be standing there in what is now your new place with its two bedrooms and a lovely view over the park you like to walk across, sometimes stopping when the warmth of a late afternoon sun calls for a well-needed break, a good book and some snacks. Although the walls are still empty and furniture needs to be put together, everything already feels like home. Starting with the man pulling you against his chest, both his arms around you as his chin rests above your head with a content sigh.

“We did it, love— this is our home” the word hits you like thunder as you feel your heart grow twice its size at the sound of his voice, low and comforting as ever. Home. Precisely how you like to describe him. Through the highs and lows, over the many years you have spent together, Mingi has always felt like home to you, regardless of the place you would end up crashing to. No more ‘your place or mine’, no more missing him at night, no more waking up in the morning to find his side of the bed still cold and empty. All of this left in the past with nothing but a bright future ahead.

As you both stand here in silence for a while, Mingi is quick to notice the shivers running down your spine, coldness hitting your skin from moving around all day and only now taking the time for some well-needed rest. Without a word, you watch as your boyfriend takes off his hoodie, motions for you to lift both your arms up so he can easily wrap you into it. The comfort it brings you is beyond anything you ever felt before as you feel instantly tucked into the familiar smell of him, a perfect mix of his favorite fragrance —nothing too fancy but spicy enough to locate him in a crowded room— and the natural scent of his skin. Within seconds, his fingers find a nest into your hair, your messy bun now messier than ever and lower than it originally was as Mingi starts to massage your scalp softly, almost forcing you to doze off into his chest as you close your eyes for a while, soothed by the sound of his beating heart.

“Should we order dinner?” he asks as your stomach suddenly breaks the silence of the room with a brutal reminder of your last meal being hours away already.

“Kinda necessary— all we have is an empty fridge and warm soda in a box somewhere” you barely mumble into his chest as Mingi can’t help but chuckle at the laziness of your tone.

After a while, your boyfriend eventually convinces you to jump in the shower and get into some comfier clothes as he settles a few things in the living room. While the cabin feels much colder without him there, you cannot ignore how much more alive you feel as you step outside of the bathroom in your comfy clothes — one of Mingi’s oversized shirts, pretty much a dress for you, and sweatpants.

“You cannot be serious” you laugh at the sight of him already setting up his gaming corner, surrounded by empty boxes and the expected mess that comes with it, although you’re nowhere near mad at the nerdy boy you’ve been obsessed with since high-school. Nostalgia hits you suddenly as you recall the afternoons spent at his place, playing video games when you were both still too shy to openly flirt until he eventually found the courage to come forward and kiss you. This thought only is enough to give you butterflies as you stumble across the boxes and make your way towards the love of your life, settling between his legs as he sits on the floor, hands already busy with his controller.

“Table’s all set!” he chimes, almost too proudly as you grab a few fries from the take-away box to feed him first.

“Good job, I might have to marry you” although your words are filled with sarcasm, you cannot miss the way Mingi fails to flinch even a little, eyes still locked on the screen as if this isn’t new information to him in the slightest.

“Like you had other plans?” he jokes back, his lips twisting into a smirk while you spin just enough to meet his gaze, your own eyes filled with nothing but complete adoration.

“What you starin’ at, stalker?” you feel him chuckle against your back, his voice vibrating in perfect sync with his chest as you fight the urge to shut him up with a kiss — but when you don’t, Mingi’s attention drifts from the screen to your face, pausing the game as he leans forward to melt into your lips, his palm resting against your jaw as you soften under his touch, fingers tightly wrapped into his sweater in hope to keep this kiss going until you’re both left gasping for air.

“I fucking love you” Mingi barely growls against your lips, his teeth nibbling at your flesh while his fist wraps into your hair, deepening your embrace until your cheeks start to burn with the flames of your desire, only now increased with the idea of being home, at last.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Can you do a JJ one where they use like whipped cream or chocolate syrup or something? Because ohhh mah lawwdd that would be hot. 🥵

Kiss The Cook

Warnings: none, just fluffy smut

It was your three year anniversary with your boyfriend. You dreaded the day because it came with a lot of unspoken expectations. You both still had to work so you agreed to celebrate that night. Most likely with dinner and lots of sex. JJ Maybank was a romantic at heart but he was still a man. He did most of his thinking with only one head.

Regardless of what day it was, you were still excited to get home and see your man. You wished you'd had the opportunity to shower and doll yourself up but he'd beat you home. Plus you knew he didn't care about those types of things. He wanted you no matter what you wore. Half your time at home was spent in comfy clothes with a messy bun. Tonight would be no different.

You enter your apartment, smelling the delicious scent of a seafood boil. Your favorite food. Your mouth practically watered as you slip your shoes off and set your purse down.

"Babe?" JJ calls from the kitchen.

"Yea! It's me!" You take a few steps towards the kitchen when he rounds the corner, making you laugh out loud at the sight of him in an apron that says kiss the cook.

"You're cooking?" You tease as he wraps his bare arms around you. Your hands find his bare back and you quickly release his nude aside from some black boxers that are covered in pink hearts.

"Hell yea, I'm cooking for my girl. You deserve it after three years of putting up with me. Now give me a kiss." JJ brings you in for a passionate kiss while you let your hands slide down his muscular back and squeeze both ass cheeks.

"Watch it," He warns, his erection starting to tent through the apron, "You don't get that part of your present yet."

"I get more than one present?" You giggle like a schoolgirl before he kisses you again, his own smile peaking through.

"You get lots of presents tonight. Most of them start with an O and end with my name but I know you won't complain." JJ nuzzles your neck, sending chills and fire through your body. You were on the verge of saying forget dinner when he pulled away, leading you to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight before you, glancing from the kitchen to the rest of your open floor planned apartment.

"You cleaned too?" Like you could be anymore turned on. The man was notorious for leaving clothes everywhere but the entire place was spotless. Even the kitchen despite the stock pot full of yummy food you could smell. The small two person table was covered with saran wrap with a couple of forks laid out like you'd seen done at the local seafood boil place you both loved to go to. They didn't give you plates or anything. They just dumped the contents of the boil on your table and you dug in like savages. Lit candles also decorated the various countertops around the kitchen and a dozen red roses were perched in a vase.

"I know, I know. I tend to overdo it." JJ kisses your cheek before moving to the stove. You didn't know whether to look at the romantic set up or his tight ass. Both were tempting.

"JJ Maybank, I think I want to have all your babies." You tease, sitting down at the table as you watch him. He sends you a flirty look before pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring you both a glass. JJ brings it over, clinking your glasses before you both take a drink.

"I want you to have all my babies." JJ winks at you before the night continues into a peaceful setting of your usual banter and good food. By the time you're done, your eyes are almost heavy from your food coma and you're both buzzed. JJ's face is beat red from laughing and the alcohol, your feet propped up on his knee as he massages your soles after cleaning up the table.

"I could go for something sweet." JJ murmurs, sitting your feet down and going to the fridge. He pulls out chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and a tub of ice cream.

You look away from him, the emotions making your eyes water as you take a second to appreciate what a good man you have. Sure, he's sometimes childish and he can't load a dishwasher and he leaves his clothes scattered through the apartment but he's good and he loves you.

"This is the real gift." JJ announces. You look up just as he sits a hefty bowl of ice cream in the middle of the table. It's piled high with scoops of ice cream and perfectly topped with chocolate and whipped cream. But something sparkly catches your eyes on top and you're almost convinced you're seeing things before it slowly comes into focus. You suck in a breath, your eyes widening as you look to him for confirmation.

"Okay, so maybe I should've thought that through a little better but," JJ plucks the object from the top of the dessert and licks the ice cream off it before dropping to one knee, holding it out to you.

"Y/F/N, you are the love of my life and I'm so thankful to have spent the last three years with you. You've been my best friend for over half my life and I'd like to spend the rest of it with you by my side, as my wife. I know I can't offer you much and I'll piss you off more often than not but you have my heart and I promise to always treasure yours. Please, marry me?" So much emotion washes over you that for a moment you can't do or say anything but stare at him. He cocks his head at you, slightly smirking before you snap out of it.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" You cry happily. JJ beams, sliding the ring onto your finger before you throw yourself into his arms. You don't realize you're crying until you pull away from his neck and he looks down at you with so much love and admiration, gently wiping your tears.

"I love you." JJ whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I love you, too." You breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. JJ immediately scoops you up, turning to sit you on the counter as your kisses grow feverish. He shoves your thighs apart, rubbing his hard length against your crotch as he takes your hair down and fists the nape of it. You moan into his mouth, letting his tongue dominate your own as you grind back against him. You wanted him now more than ever. You were engaged. JJ Maybank was your fiance.

Your clothes end up on the floor along with the few articles of clothing he has on. You reach between your bodies, stroking him before guiding him to your entrance when he stops you, pulling away and shoving you down on your back. JJ snatches up the chocolate off the counter and immediately begins to pour it over your breasts and down your stomach to your mound.

"JJ!" You gasp, just as he picks up the whipped cream next and covers your pussy with the cold substance. Your body breaks out in goosebumps as you laugh, feeling his tongue find the trail he left on your stomach.

"I'm going to get sticky!" You giggle, laughing as he climbs on top of the counter and expertly licks the chocolate off your nipples. You moan, tugging at his hair as he licks and sucks you clean until your entire body is a trembling mess.

"That's the idea." JJ smirks, working his way back down your body and sliding to his feet after leaving you a panting mess. Your clit was throbbing, begging for the relief of his mouth.

"You're so goddamn sweet." JJ's voice is deeper now, the lust engulfing him as he licks a stripe up your slit, locking eyes with you as he coats his tongue in more whipped cream.

"JJ." You moan as he continues to lick and lick until you're squirming, your clit throbbing painfully. Suddenly, he buries his face in your pussy, eagerly consuming you as your back arches off the counter.

It was going to be a long, sticky night.

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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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The Relationship Experience - one

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

prologue

Nothing especially interesting happened between the hours of 4:45am to now, in fact, the whole day had been so slow since Rooster retrieved his dog tags. It was about 6:30pm and you hadn’t heard from him. It wasn’t an entire surprise. He was at work; he didn’t have the luxury of the day off like you.

You were restless, so incredibly listless. After Rooster left, sleep didn’t come easily. Your brain couldn’t stop relaying the moments from the night before. By midday, you were buzzing on coffee and waning adrenaline. Tasks seemed impossible, all you managed was to remove your makeup and eat some bland toast. Everything felt out of flux and made you feel off-kilter, figuratively turned upside down.

You reckoned you had commenced and deleted at least 10 texts to Rooster to thank him again for yesterday, that you couldn’t stop thinking about his kiss, the way he touched you, that you were… absolutely infatuated with him.

What was most tragic was you couldn’t find the nerve to hit ‘send’ on absolutely any of them. In fact, you couldn't find the nerve to text anyone – not Natasha demanding how the night went; not your sister asking how you’d pulled up after such a big day; not the bride and groom thanking you and Bradley for your incredibly thoughtful wedding gift (how was it incredibly thoughtful if it was on a wedding registry, you’d never know but hey. They didn’t hate it) and that you must double date soon. Yeah, okay.

The most common thing you brought yourself back to while everything else spun around you?

What had Bradley Bradshaw done to you?

24 hours ago, you were fine, perfectly content with most aspects of your life with your strictly platonic friend, Rooster. And now? Not a single thing seemed to fit in its place.

At 7:01pm, your phone buzzed while you attempted the week’s lesson plans for yourself and your team, but little was coming to fruition. A little too eager, you knocked the phone directly off the bed and into the pile of yesterday’s still damp bridesmaid dress, rocketing you straight back to the dancefloor during the bridal waltz and the electricity of Rooster’s touch as he claimed your first dance together. God, he could move. The way he pulled your body to his, the gentle caress of his hands on your back. You could almost smell his cologne in the air –

Finding your phone, you saw another text from Natasha that simply said, ‘Please don’t make me call you. I hate talking on the phone. Just want to know Rooster didn’t murder you and leave you in a ditch x’

Confronting, you thought to yourself. It was time to give in.

You: I’m alive. Sorry, just working/planning the week’s lessons.

Natasha: Awesome, I’ll be there in 10. I have pizza, wine and I want every fucking detail from last night. Rooster is giving me absolutely nothing. Don’t be like Rooster. See you soon x

“Shit,” you muttered, still in your Lakers tee from this morning. You really should have made some kind of effort, realising if Rooster turned up unannounced – shit, you didn’t want to put that tragedy into the universe. Busting your ass, you ran for the shower and in record time, you’d washed your hair and ridded the rest of the last 36 hours off you as well.

Tossing on jeans and a tee over your bra and undies, you heard Natasha's relentless beating on the door. Dashing to it, you opened it to a very flustered, albeit adorable, Natasha Trace, pizza and wine in hand, as promised.

“You are the cutest delivery service ever,” you smiled, stepping out of the doorway and taking the pizza from her as she wandered in, rolling her deep brown eyes.

“I was about to smash a window in. You’ve been radio silent all goddamn day, I thought you were dead!” she huffed, casual and not dissimilar to yourself in blue jeans and a white tee, hair in a messy bun. “Respond. To. Texts,” she instructed. “Especially when I’m absolutely desperate to know what happened last night!” she added the last a little hysterically as you bit back a laugh.

"It was okay. My feet are still killing me. You know, I don't mind weddings," you told her, falling on the couch, tossing the pizza box on the coffee table as she went to the kitchen. You put some music on for some background noise. "I just don't like being in them,” you clarified.

“Imagining your wedding day...” Natasha teased.

“Don’t think we have much to worry about there,” you giggled.

Natasha smiled, wandering back with the glasses as you tuckered eagerly into a slice, not realising how hungry you were after forgoing most meals today. "I'm glad you had a good time; I've never seen anyone dread anything more. Rooster said he enjoyed himself."

His name off someone else’s tongue sent a jolt of electricity through your system.

"He seemed to," you shrugged, not wanting to talk too much about him for fear everything will come out. She took a seat beside you, unscrewing the wine and pouring a glass each.

“I’ll just take care of this too, huh?” she muttered as you apologised, a mouth full of cheese and pepperoni.

“Sow-ry,” you replied and swallowed, giving her a greasy smile. “I’m famished and this is so good.”

“I hope to find out myself,” she laughed quietly. “So, tell me everything. And don’t leave a fucking thing out because you are a terrible liar, and I will see right through it.”

Wide-eyed, you nodded, believing her. “Ask me anything, I guess?” you replied, frankly terrified of her for a moment.

"How was his suit? Details, immediately, if not sooner,” she asked calmly. Too calmly.

"Pretty good," you understated.

“Pix?”

“Uhh, no,” you replied. “There was some taken by the photographer, but it sincerely never crossed my mind to get any. Rooster and I didn’t pose for any.”

“You two are fuckin’ killing me!” she exclaimed as you shrugged, meekly.

From the moment Rooster had sauntered into the reception, you were both so wretchedly lost in each other to consider the small things like pix and you loathed how excited this conversation would be if you were just allowed to be honest. Natasha Trace was your friend, a really fucking good one, she knew you (and Rooster) well and read people even better. “Blue velvet jacket, dark slacks,” you frowned as she did too. “Cute bow tie.”

“Did you dance or, like, be wallflowers all night?” her voice trailed off.

“We danced a few times. He’s a good dancer,” you force-fed yourself more pizza while the wine breathed. How could you overstep the mark if you were stuffing your face? Couldn’t incriminate yourself if you simply couldn’t speak! Logic? Denial.

“Slow danced?” she wriggled her eyebrows as you laughed gently.

“Yes, we slow danced. He was very respectful, Carole raised him right.”

“Carole?”

“His mother,” you stood up and pointed to the photo on the wall that had Rooster so enamoured the night before.

“She’s really beautiful.”

“So beautiful.”

“Rooster looks nothing like her,” she studied the photo.

“No,” you grinned, plonking back down. “All his old man, even to the mo.”

“I honestly forgot how intrinsically linked you two are,” she said wistfully. “This whole thing of being friends for so long, then the classic fake relationship to save face at a wedding.”

And here it comes. “Nat…”

“You know the writing is clearly on the wall, right?” she told you, pulling at a string of mozzarella between her fingers. You felt completely transparent. She was daring you... and frankly, not having to try too hard.

“What do you mean?” you asked warily.

She plonked the cheese into her mouth and paused. “You know I’m a total romantic at heart.”

“Absolutely. What you’re doing with Bagman is baffling to me.”

“It’s only sex,” she rolled her eyes at you. “I’ve told you the rules.”

“And are you… following the rules?” you asked kindly. “Because initially, fucking Jake was a one-night thing… but now it’s like a weekly booty call on your whim. I cannot remember the last time he tried picking someone up in the bar. You wake up in each other’s beds - ” you reminded her thoughtfully.

“Bitch, you know I can dish it out, but I can’t take it,” she pretended to be sad, before blowing a raspberry and giving you the thumbs down.

“Have you said, ‘I love you’ yet?” you continued.

“We’re not talking about me, all right?” she cracked. “We’re talking about you and Bradshaw. You’re the goss tonight, not me and Bagman,” she scoffed at the mere mention of Jake’s name.

Giggling quietly, you nodded. “Okay, ask me. You know you want to…”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Natasha was so ready for this. You just gave her all the ammo she needed. "Did he... kiss you?" she leaned forward, elbows on knees, so eager. Pouting, you sighed, and her smile grew. "I fucking knew it!" she exclaimed. “He was far too quiet for his usual grandstanding.”

“But you can’t say anything!” you pleaded, pointing at her.

“Then tell me everything I need to know and I’ll make sure to – ” she zipped her lips. “Let’s start again. Suit?”

“It was really fuckin’ good,” you said, a little dreamy in memory, easing back lazily on the couch cushions. “I’ve never seen him sexier. I don’t think I even thought he was sexy before last night.”

“Oh, babe. Rooster is stupidly hot and I say this from a strictly platonic place,” she informed you. "He will lay you so good. How did you never see it?”

“I mean, yeah, he was always handsome. But his suit...”

“Had to be more than a suit.”

“You’re right. It was everything...”

Natasha’s smile was as dreamy as yours, so happy for you. “Did you sleep with him?”

“No,” you said, quickly. “Trust me when I say I tried. But he wasn’t having it.”

Frowning, maybe a little surprised, she asked, “Rooster? Rooster Bradshaw did not try to sleep with you?”

“No,” you said, subconsciously bringing back the embarrassment of earlier this morning. You still felt a little rejected and humiliated at how you threw yourself at Rooster, but Natasha didn’t seem to notice. Ew, you didn’t enjoy reliving it twice.

“You did bring the right guy home, right?”

You nodded, solemnly. “Yes. I completely threw myself at him,” you confided.

“And he still didn’t bone you?” she frowned.

“No,” you sipped the wine, barely tasting it. Fuck.

“Holy shit, that big oaf is in love with you,” she prophesied, thrusting her arms in the air in comprehension.

“What?” you shook your head. “Knock it off, Natasha.”

“Nah, he wants to wait, he is considering this,” she pondered aloud, clutching her wine glass to her heart. “He’s gonna take you to a romantic dinner in town, have fuckin’ rose petals strewn everywhere, candles. He’s gonna lay you down and make sweet, sweet love to you – ”

“When did my life turn into a 90’s music video?” you wondered as she laughed.

“Oh, my God, I’m so happy for you guys! I’m so happy for myself because I was right, but oh, wow. He’s in deep! Tell. Me. More,” she exchanged her glass for pizza, taking a satisfying bite. “Don’t leave anything out.”

“Natasha, Rooster was a new person to me last night. He was so charming and funny, and handsome. Oh, my word - so sexy. He took such good care of me. Whenever someone made me uncomfortable, he held my hand, rubbed my back, and played with my hair. Always something. He touched me all night."

“Tactile,” she nodded, impressed.

“So tactile, yes!" you said in revelation, the smell of the pizza calling to you as you chewed another bite. "His hands are amazing. Strong, comforting, you know?"

“I feel I knew Rooster was capable of these things," she admitted, slowly. "But actually hearing it, I still don't completely believe it. Is he a good kisser?" she shimmied, desperate for the answer.

“The best kisser,” you sighed, memories reverberating through your mind of his lips on yours, his tongue pressing against yours -

“And the moustache?” she gave a face that may or may not have said ‘ick’.

“Will take some time, but I didn’t hate it,” you confessed. “Natasha?”

She hummed. “Yes, my love?”

“It was the best night of my life,” you said quietly.

“Holy fuck, you’re in love with him too,” she realised, the pizza falling from her grasp back into the box.

“No, no,” you waved the notion away. You’d never fallen fast in your life, and this certainly wasn’t going to be one of those whimsical rom-com times. “I mean, I had a crush on him in high school, and this feels nothing like it.”

“You had a crush on him in high school?!” she screeched.

“I never mentioned that?” you asked meekly and for good reason - if anyone got a sniff of your teenage crush on Rooster Bradshaw, it would be on for young and old and your soul didn’t need that embarrassment in your life and he probably didn’t either.

“And I’m just learning this now?!.”

“The crush disappeared when he left for college. It’s no big thing,” you told her honestly.

And it really wasn’t.

“I didn’t see him for a few years, and then I went to college, and we didn’t see each other for a while until around the time I met you,” you shrugged. While you spent your childhood and teen years in similar circles, you really drifted after Rooster turned 18. Why wouldn’t you? He was growing up and following his dreams. You were too.

Grandpa encouraged you to study over East (Annie had mentioned he didn’t want either of you young, dumb and settled on some Navy dolt who managed to say the right things to you and keep you trapped when there was a whole world to see) and accept a swimming scholarship before you tried to figure your life out.

You’d swam all your life, competitively, you would teach as your summer job and after realising you weren’t the calibre required to swim professionally, passing your knowledge on seemed the next appropriate step. Swimming was a universal language, so you took a few courses and taught your way around th world for a while.

It wasn’t a big thing that Rooster fell out of your life.

“I remember the night I met you,” Natasha smiled fondly. “My God, you little cutie patootie. Was it Annie’s hen’s night? Bachelorette?”

“Same same.”

“And Rooster was definitely in town.”

“Yeah, I think he was,” you recalled faintly. “Wow, I haven’t been that drunk in a while,” you admitted. “Thank Christ.” Putting your head in your hands, you recalled only bits and pieces of that night. The rest was a blacked-out mystery. Probably for the best.

“Must be growing up,” she teased, raising her wine glass to you. “I’ve never seen you so happy in our entire friendship and I’m so, so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking her free hand and cuddling it to your cheek.

"You know, Rooster’s always been super into you, I can't believe I didn't set you two up earlier. I kind of regret it now."

"Nah,” you frowned, exchanging her cheek for your discarded pizza again.

"True story. I'd catch him watching you every once in a while, that way he immediately moves from his bar stool and ushers you in when you get to the bar. I'm not getting that treatment," she kind of huffed.

Holy shit, he did. Every time, he’d guide you with a gentle hand to your hip and you’d think absolutely nothing of it.

“He’ll always order you a beer and you’ll drink a mouthful to be polite because you hate it but he always finishes it.”

“It’s a beer bar,” you shrugged. “Wait, what? He finishes it?”

“He’s not going to waste perfectly good beer,” Natasha reasoned as your phone pinged. You pleaded it wasn’t him, this was not the time for Rooster to text. Not with Natasha here. You were already getting grilled, but a text from him would only make matters worse –

“‘Rooster’ and a Rooster, cute,” she smiled, holding up your phone. “‘Missed you today. Did you still wanna catch up or…’” she said verbatim. “And kiss you a little more. Maybe see what comes up,” she gyrated on the couch. “Do you want me to leave?”

“He said he was going to come over, but I haven’t heard from him all day. You were here first.”

“Aww,” she said, almost touched. “It’s okay, text him back. You get yourself laid.”

Rubbing your face, embarrassed, you replied, “Nat, I love you, but you need to calm down.”

She breathed. “You’re right, I do. My two best friends are totally in love and I need to be cool, calm and collected about it,” she smiled, putting the lid on the pizza. “I will go, but I’m taking the pizza with me.”

“Nooo,” you replied, grabby hands for at least another slice. Curious, now knowing Rooster had a few obvious tells about his feelings for you, you dared ask, “Nat, did I do anything?"

“For what?”

“Did I have any tells with Rooster?”

She shook her head with a gentle smile. "Nah, no one can get a read on you, baby," she winked. “But Rooster... He's quieter when you're around. When you're not there, he's one of the boys, a part of the pissing contest, you know?”

“Oh,” you tried to hide the disappointment in your voice. You didn't want him changing himself for you.

"Don't be offended," she continued. "I think it is just more respect, you know? You two have known each other for a long time. It’s sweet."

"Like Jake doesn't have for you?" you teased.

"Exactly. We're only fucking, we're not in a relationship. If he went soft on me, stopped challenging me, stopped trying to make me better, I'd dump his dumb ass."

“Kinda sounds like a relationship…” you dared as she put the cap back on the wine.

“And for that, I’m taking the wine too,” she huffed. “Bagman and I have ground rules,” she reiterated again.

“Of course, of course,” you nodded, playing along.

“The line won’t be crossed.”

“Who are you trying to convince?”

“And on that note, on a night that I was supposed to savage you, you’ve turned it onto me and now I’m just feeling attacked,” she huffed disappointment, her wine and pizza in her arms and heading towards the door.

“I really like him, Nat,” you said dismally as you both stopped at the door. “I don’t know him anymore and I need to know everything now,” you rambled.

Natasha gave a genuine smile, no more of that shit-eating, ‘I was right’ stuff. No more posturing. “I know. And I’m so happy for you. Because I think you and Rooster will be incredible together. You both deserve this,” she surprised you with a hug. “And if he hurts you, I can actually kill him. Goodnight, fuck safe,” she instructed.

“Jesus Christ,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Go fall a little more in love with Bagman,” you sighed, pushing her gently out of the apartment. “Pretend when you head to his room that the pizza and wine was for you guys the whole time.”

She cackled on the way back to her car. “Fuck him, this pizza and wine are mine!”

“Sure,” you called after her, waiting for her to get back to her car. She waved once and drove away. You closed the door, collecting your thoughts. Okay, so you and Rooster had absolutely no idea where you stood but you practically praised the ground he walked on to Natasha, so she knew. Good. You hated secrets. Not that you tried very hard to keep this one. She broke you incredibly quickly.

Wandering back to the couch, you found your phone and sat down, tucking your legs under you, anxious to respond to Rooster and potentially see him soon.

You: I thought you’d forgotten about me… come over anytime x

“No, you fucking loser,” you deleted the text you were about to send and tried again.

You: I’m home.

Hitting send, you added a quick “xx” to the next text to make it seem less cold than you intended. You groaned. “You are such a fucking idiot.”

Rooster 🐓: What about 8? I’m just getting in. Long day.

You: Anytime xx

two.

masterlist.

a/n: gotta say, party crew, with engagement way down, I’m unlikely to keep a schedule for this series. thank you to those who comment and reblogged, you’re the true mvp’s. know that I see every one of them, and you absolutely move me x

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slytherinshua · 2 months

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COOKING WITH PRINCE

genre. fluff. crack. warnings. obv this wouldn't happen irl it's all just for fun <3 i tried to emulate prince's captions in his videos as best i could, as well as his overall vibe but i am just a new ghostie so sry if its a bit inaccurate :( pairing. prince x fem!reader. wc. 720. request. requested by @haecien, here: cooking w prince even if he doesn't get the recipe a/n. mwahaha so ofc i had to start writing for ghost9 babies someday and prince was a good place to start esp since his cooking videos are absolutely amazing (go show them a lot of love if you haven't already as well as prince's (and all of ghost9's) instagram!!!) and stan ghost9 obv

you didn’t plan on crashing your boyfriend’s solo baking fest in the practice room on a random tuesday afternoon

you weren’t even used to the prospect of your boyfriend cooking

for the years you’ve been dating Prince, you have done 100% of the baking in the relationship (though you had always urged him to try it out since it was fun)

ever since his videos have been doing better than anyone could have predicted, he’s been excited to make something with whatever he had on his hands

from the usual baking ingredients along with several very overripe bananas, you could easily tell what he was planning to bake today: banana bread, one of your favourites

but also knowing your boyfriend, you knew things would probably turn into a disaster if he didn’t have a recipe

so naturally the first thing you asked was to see the recipe he was following

“I swear I had one somewhere when I was gathering the ingredients, but I literally can’t find it.”

he just brushed off your concerns about him possibly poisoning himself, you, and the ghost9 members

“The last time I baked, I didn’t even follow the recipe because it was in cups. It’ll be fine, baby, you just need to have faith.”

you were planning to leave and let him film in peace, but your boyfriend was persistent that you stay especially because he was making one of your favourite baked goods

you relented easily, really it was hard to say no to him, plus the prospect of baking together seemed kind of fun!

more like a chaotic disaster…

most of it was spent playfully arguing over how much of each ingredient to put in

Prince seemed insistent that you should remember exactly how much of every ingredient for him to measure down to the gram

obviously, you didn't, and eventually you stopped trying to help completely and just let him do his thing

though you did stay behind him to supervise, and your hands were visible in the final video messing with his hair and occasionally giving him a loving slap tap on the cheek when he messed something up

once the banana bread was finally in the oven, the two of you joked about what the voiceover should be

you didn't have the highest expectations for how it tasted, but you knew it would at least be pretty good

all the things your boyfriend had cooked in the past had been decently delicious

it turned out pretty well, and you were happy you were there to annoy him help him with it

bonus: what I think the voiceover would be like

welcome back to cooking in the practice room 🧑‍🍳 until I get busted by my manager 🚨👮 today we have a very special guest joining us 👀🥁✨my girlfriend✨ that’s right 😍 us idols 🧑‍🎤🎤 are actually in relationships 😘 despite what most people want to believe! tbh my girlfriend was not 🙅‍♂️ supposed to be joining me today 😔 but we’re making banana bread 🍌🍞 which happens to be her favourite 😍‼️ so I just had to let her join 🤷‍♂️ as you probably know if you watched my chocolate stuffed coffee bun 🍫☕ video, I don’t bake… but my girlfriend does 🎉 I had a recipe for this, but I think peter got hungry 😋 and ate it or something, so no recipe 📄🚫 but again, at least I have my girlfriend 💃 so it should be fine, right? she’s made this hundreds 👩‍🏫 of times 🧑‍🍳🍞 (she’s literally a minion guys idk why she loves bananas so much 🍌⁉️) but despite that she is still somehow clueless 🤓 as to how much flour I should be measuring 😍 but it’s fine 👌 we just dumped sugar 🍭 flour ❕ butter 🧈 bananas 🍌 eggs 🥚 and baking powder into a bowl 🥣 and hoped that they would magically ✨🧙 turn into banana bread 🤔 and guess what 🧐 they did ✨😍 I also added chocolate 🍫 because my girlfriend materialized it out of nowhere 💁‍♀️🍫 I have no one but my girlfriend to thank 😚 for distracting me by pulling on my hair 💆‍♂️ and telling me I was doing it wrong every 2 minutes 😘 but jokes 👎 on her because this banana bread was delicious even without a recipe 😏 10/10 would bake again 🥸

↳ ghost9 taglist: @haecien,, @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm,,

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nerdieforpedro · 23 days

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Can we talk for a minute?

Chapter 3 of "This is the Neighborhood Din" Series

Din Djarin (Modern AU) x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.6k

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries, awkward texting, HOA beef, boyfriends alert, that one nosy coworker, Grogu is adorable

Summary: Things have been a bit off between Din and Sierra, though individually they are doing well. Luke and Greef agree to disagree and our boyfriends are here! Dinner usually makes things better, maybe.

Notes: We meet more characters in our neighborhood or at least in Din and Sierra's orbit. I did my best with the teaching and mechanical engineering stuff. 👀 I did figure out how to make dividers finally! 😍

Main Masterlist/ Din Djarin - The Mandalorian Masterlist/ This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Two days. Sierra hasn’t spoken to Din for two days. She’d mainly been hiding in her room. She’d actually seen more of Din’s son Grogu. Johnnie Mae and Sierra never spoke about the other night, she just helped change her bandages in silence. She felt bad for not telling the truth to her aunt. Johnnie Mae felt offended that Sierra thought she couldn’t tell her. She should be able to tell her anything.

Today, Sierra had to leave the house to go into the middle school she’s supposed to be teaching at. She’d done the background check, now it was ID photos and to meet the department head of the sciences to check in. Her hair is on top of her head in a tight bun with her favorite poppy red scrunchie in it, she made sure her edges were as flat as she could get them. She wore her brown flats, a navy blue skirt and a black button down shirt. She didn’t tuck it in to cover her tummy so she pulled her skirt up and over. It was a long sleeve shirt to cover the bandages, there were a few less thankfully but she didn’t need any questions of that nature at her new job. This is a new start. All of it is a new beginning.

“Good morning Ms. Sierra!”

A small voice called her name as she saw bouncing chocolate curls before seeing his cute little face. He was waving as his father stood behind him in a red Henley shirt, a sweatshirt tucked over his brown satchel and a gray lunchbox in his opposite hand. Grogu held his bright green lunch box with a large frog on it. He ran up to Sierra. “How are you? You’re going out today? You usually are working on a project in your room right? Miss Harris said it’s a difficult one. Good luck!” The sweet little boy said before heading over to his father’s black SUV. Din nodded and his son quickly puffed out his cheeks. “Daddy! You’re supposed to say good morning, manners are important right? Isn’t that what Uncle Greef says?” Din chuckles and turns to face Sierra.

“Good morning Sierra. You look pretty today. Something important?” He asked. He was curious about so much more, but it isn’t the right time to ask at 7:30 in the morning. She’s been avoiding him and he understands but he couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing after such an intimate moment. She doesn’t expect him to really put it out of his mind right? Sierra smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I’ve gotten most of my stuff set up at my new school so I’m meeting with the science department head to get a feel of what they’re teaching and how I can fit into it. I’m excited but also so nervous. I just hope it goes well.” In explaining, she touches her left arm, the worse of the two, she released it as soon as she noticed that Din looked down at her arm. “It’s a lot better. I…maybe in another week or two.” She doesn’t want to go into any detail, not with little Grogu here. She hoped he wouldn’t ask anymore, not right now.

“That’s great. And you’ll do an amazing job. They’ll be lucky to have you. Let me know how it goes tonight.” Din offered, he wanted to extend an invitation, a reason for them to talk. At least he would know if she was willing to. Grogu had opened the door and was up in the truck.

“Daddy! We can’t be late! You made a wrong turn the last time!” Grogu yelled, making both Din and Sierra look over at the truck. Din waved and so did Sierra who hopped in their vehicles and drove off to start their days.

Johnnie Mae watched from her screen door with a grin. “Maybe I won’t have to do anything, ‘cept keep an eye out to make sure that bastard never goes near her again. Thank God they’re divorced.”

Greef Karga did not see himself as a difficult man. He felt he was fair as far as the leader of the Homeowners Association was concerned. Most people in the neighborhood conformed to the rules about grass length, approved colors on the siding and shutters. Even roof material. There was one thorn in Greef’s side. He thought it might have been the Djarin’s who he knew through some business dealings with metal supplies for different universities and labs. They’ve settled in well so far.

Luke Skywalker and his damn grass.

Luke Skywalker and his damn charcoal gray shutters.

Luke Skywalker and his damn trailer sitting in front of his house, gathering dust and rust.

Greef was walking toward the house in question, Luke was sitting in his usual spot on his porch, drinking his brand of liquor - Blue Space Milk.

“Hey Greef, what can I do for you today?”

Standing at the top of his steps, his hands were on his hips as he sucked his teeth.

“You know what Luke. At the very least, the trailer that I’ve never seen you use. You don’t have any registered business that you can use it with.”

Luke chuckled as he took a swig of his blue liquor, some of it dribbled in his beard and wiped on the bottom of his tan sweater.

“It’s on my property, I don’t see why you’re worried about it. There was just someone who moved in a few days ago. Clearly property values aren’t too bad. Like you keep claiming it would bring down prices.”

Greef rolled his eyes and sat down across Luke. “One thing Luke. If not the trailer, then the grass. I’ve seen three snakes in the last two weeks.”

Luke stroked his beard and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll think about it, if you buy me some more Blue Space Milk.”

“That shit is $100 a bottle and I don’t like your dusty, cranky, lazy ass. I’m not buying you a damn thing.”

“That’s a damn shame, Greef. I’m not doing shit.”

Greef snickered and stood up. “That’s alright Luke. I know someone who can motivate you. See you later.” Karga walked back down the porch stairs and threw Luke a thumbs up while the grumpy bearded man tipped his bottle toward him. Skywalker didn’t have the foggiest idea what Greed could be up to. He hadn’t been able to get him to comply with rules thus far, so he wasn’t worried about it.

Din watched as Grogu ran towards the double doors after giving him a hug. He’d be able to drop him off at school the first month, but after that, he needs to be at work at 7am and off by 4pm but thankfully in addition to being able to play with the other kids, Ms. Harris would keep Grogu for before and after school care. After making sure his son was safely in school, he pondered if he should send a text to Sierra. He did have her number for the other night but he didn’t know if it would be a bit much. They did at least speak today. He decided he would think about it more as he headed to work.

Sierra had finished her short meeting with the principal and was on her way to meet with the science department head. Things went well, the principal said that depending on how things went, next year, she might be able to join as a full time teacher instead of just subbing. Thinking about this morning, he’d reached out even though he didn’t have to. She honestly thought it was best not to speak to him, keep her distance. She believed that she had put way too much on him in their first meeting. But despite that, Sierra’s mind wandered to how he held her, how safe she felt, that he told her it was okay to be fragile.

Thinking about it made her cry. Half the time she thought it was because he pitied her, but she thought about what he said and did. Asking if it was okay, apologizing because he thought he may have done something to make things worse. The care Din showed her in that one evening. Sierra needed time to accept it, that it’s alright.

She arrived at the department head’s office and she was finishing up a call so she decided to send him a text. Opening her messages, she saw the cute pictures of Grogu and her aunt napping on the couch. Sighing with a soft smile, Sierra sent him a text:

Good morning Din. So far things went well with the principal and I’m going to meet with the department after her call. I hope you and Grogu are having a good day. Maybe you should come by for dinner tonight with Grogu. If you’d like.

The department head got off her call and waved Sierra in. She entered with an extra pep in her step. She was taking another small step forward.

Din was in the middle of applying a concentrated torch to a sheet of aluminum alloy to see if by adding bronze to it would help increase it’s melting point and also be cost effective. So far, the temperature was up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit in the testing chamber as Din, Ray and Finn watched the experiment closely, taking notes. That way, it could be used to withstand temperatures needed for all sorts of applications. While bringing the temperature down, they discussed what they were going to eat for lunch. Din had packed his own from home, Ray did the same and Finn was waiting on his ride.

“I swear, he’s always late! He’s lucky he has all that curly hair and other attributes…” Finn’s voice trailed off as Din and Ray snickered. They knew exactly what Finn was referring to as it referenced his boyfriend. John and Mark, who’d helped Din move in, stopped by their lab to ask how things were going in the new house. Din said they were going well and that his neighbors were proving to be really hospitable. As they chatted, Rey chimed in asking about Grogu and school. Din said that it had only been a day but he was taking to it well, already having a friend in Quinton who they both originally met at Ms. Harris’ home.

“Hello good people! Have you seen an intelligent gentleman with a perfect brown leather jacket on?” A voice that they were all familiar with had them turning toward the door, with arms stretched out, only two buttons secured so all of his chest wouldn’t be out and bouncing obsidian curls with a bright white smile to match strolled slowly into the lab.

Ray rolled her eyes hard and pointed to Finn who had stood up, picked up back and threw his arms round Poe’s shoulders. “You need to stop running late. I only have thirty minutes for lunch.” Poe kissed Finn’s neck and pulled back.

“I know, I know, but where we’re going has that coconut cream pie you love. Then I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You naughty pilot you. Alright, let’s go.” Finn grinned and as he walked out, he popped a palm on Poe’s ample derriere.

Din and company chuckled and went to his workstation. He let Rey chat with John and Mark while he went to go eat his lunch. He had a chicken sandwich with pringles and a strawberry applesauce cup that Grogu had stuck in his lunch that morning stating that he needed more color in his lunch and some fruit. He smiled at the applesauce and wondered if Grogu was having a good day too. He took out his phone and saw a notification and his eyebrows raised at the name: Sierra Harris. Din read it three times, trying to make sure there weren't any hidden meanings, there were not. He texted her back:

Good afternoon Sierra. Sorry for not seeing this earlier. I was working in the lab and I usually leave my phone at my workstation for safety. I hope things went well with the department head. They’ll make you full time by next year. We’d love to come by for dinner tonight. Let me know what time we need to be there.

Din sent it as Rey peeped over his shoulder. “Who’s Sierra? She’s met Grogu, that sounds serious.” Din closed his eyes and then looked up at Rey, annoyed.

“You don’t have to be in everyone’s business Rey. Go back over to John and Mark. Nothing over here is any of your concern.” He stated flatly. Rey was a good colleague, though, but a busybody. He made sure that for the first two years of working with her, she didn’t know he had a kid. Of course when she found out, she took it upon herself to match him up with single moms and women into DILFs. A term he didn’t need to know about and was sorry he knew about. Rey took the hint and left him alone as he peered back at his phone. Three dots were rolling across the screen.

Sierra replied: Dinner will be at six tonight. I look forward to seeing you. What did you mean by safety? Do you work a dangerous job? My meeting with the department head went well. I start next week as there’s a teacher out with COVID.

Um, is this a lot? This texting during the day? Since your job is dangerous, maybe I shouldn’t.

Din saw her delete the second message and he chuckled when she wrote:

You saw that didn’t you? How lame is that? It is too much, isn’t it?

His response was swift as he didn’t want her to spiral which to looked that was already in progress:

Texting me is fine. I won’t always be able to answer because I handle volatile compounds at work. That and I’m usually the one telling my co-workers to not be on the phone all the time. It’s not too much. Just type what you want to say Sierra.

Sierra could hear each message in the same comforting voice from two days ago. It made her smile as she leaned against her car, getting ready to head back home. She figured she would type it since he said to type what she wanted to say:

I didn’t say it the other night and I should have. Thank you so much for what you both said and did Din. That entire day for me was insane and I could only process so much. I should have said it sooner. I’ll explain better in person. I owe you that, tonight after dinner.

Din decided against telling her that she didn’t need to explain anything to him. He did want to know everything about what happened the other day and what led up to it. He’d only known her for a few days so he’ll take what information he can get.

You’re welcome Sierra. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. There’s plenty of time. I look forward to our sit down after dinner.

Din could kick himself…’sit down’? That sounds like she’s in trouble. Being team leader of these goofballs and Grogu’s dad might have rendered his vocabulary a bit lacking. Sierra only laughed at his word choice and got in her car to go home. She’s going to bake a cake tonight. It’s going to be special.

Chapter Two Chapter Four

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cherubgore · 2 months

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anatomy practice.

2,764 words, slight reluctance - but adding dub-con, just to be safe. mary just wants to make rent, live fast and have a good time, too bad for her that her uppity, rich boyfriend can't seem to do any of that for her. not that she'll ever admit that to another living soul, she only took otis, the local art freak up on his offer to meet rent this month; no other reason. sporadic smut, pnv, fingering. uncharacteristically soft otis. crossposted on a03

Feeling ridiculous was an understatement. The dark nylon of her too tight outfit digging into her inner thighs, leaving deep, angry red marks behind each time she adjusted herself; Mary couldn’t believe she agreed to this. All in the name of art, she told herself.

A good, quick way to make some cold, hard cash, too. Everyone would’ve freaked if she told them what she was doing, parents included. Mother thought her photography was something sinful, as if she was taking photos for Play Boy, ironic. Still, her ‘friends’ saw her passions as some little quirk, teasing her with their ‘real’ degrees and ‘actual’ classes. Bill never really understood her passions. None of her friends appreciated her art, not like Otis did. Despite their arguments in class over theories and meanings, fighting for the development room, over the right shade of paint. Otis was still the best person to talk art with.

He’d talk to her about the colors and the setting. About how this angle gave off this impression, maybe this lens would be a better shot. It was nice to hold conversations about photography that went beyond just take the damn photo, Mary. It was a shame everyone thought he was such a freak. He really wasn’t that bad, a little off-putting and strange. Otis shared such a fiery passion for art, Mary couldn’t help but be drawn to him. His art was surreal, grotesque; he painted bodies bending like contortionists, dosing them in bright splashes of gore.

It looked so convincing, almost like he used actual blood and guts in his work. The images held so much pain. Mary’s always wanted to ask him why, what made him want to create such chaos on canvas. But she didn’t feel close enough to ask him anything personal like that. After this, though, they should feel super fucking close. His apartment was drafty, it left her with goosebumps littering every inch of her skin, and humiliatingly her nipples to poke out against her nylon prison. Something she was sure Otis would incorporate into his painting, whether she liked it or not. Ass.

“Are you almost done? My arms are getting tired.” If the bunny costume wasn’t bad enough, he posed her before he started, one hand sassily on her hip, the other pointing up toward the ceiling; classic image of a real Play Boy Bunny. Her mother would have a heart attack if she saw her, but that made it all the more fun. It excited her, too. Not that she would ever admit it, but being so exposed like this, being painting, maybe even the fact that Otis was doing it; it sent shivers of vehement through her.

“A painting ain’t as quick as a photo.” Otis said from behind his easel, his long white blond hair pulled up away from his face in a low bun, “This shit takes actual time.” Mary could feel the smirk in his words. He loved trying to get under her skin, and usually he managed exactly that. If they weren't at each other’s throats, then something was really wrong. As passionate as he was, Otis still felt like his art was superior, that it took more work, a better eye; like he was God's fucking gift to this art school. “You’ll get that money, don’t you worry, mama.”

His pet name bloomed heat in from her core. Doing her best to ignore it, she adjusted her ears back to their perfectly perched spot, the spot that Otis told her was ‘perfect’ and not to move them. Mary turned her attention back to him. “You’re damn right I will,” she huffed, pulling at her suit again. “This is the most degrading thing I’ve ever done. You're just lucky I needed to make rent, Driftwood.” Anatomy practice is what he convinced her to help him with. Something about the teachers saying his stuff was too “off-putting,” not that they were wrong, but they shouldn’t stifle someone’s style. Otis worked mainly in surrealism. Plenty of people weren’t ready for that type of art; Mary thought it was interesting, dark, different. Just like Otis himself was, not that it made him less of an asshole.

“You don’t need to make it look like me, you know. I told you I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

“Nah. This is for me only, scout's honor.” He finally peered around the canvas at her, showing off his yellow-toothed, ruggedly handsome grin. The innuendo he left her with shouldn’t have been so damn enticing, just for him? Mary tried to picture where he’d hang the fully finished photo at. Above his bed? In the kitchen? Would her image be a staple in his decor for years to come? God, she hated how much she hoped so. Somehow, Mary couldn’t picture him in a boy scout's uniform, performing the three-finger salute; maybe he did and excelled in survival and arts and crafts. The image made her stifle a giggle, much to Otis’s immediate suspension. He got up swiftly from his stool and strolled over to her. He circled her like a hawk looking for the best, maggot filled, the juiciest morsel of meat; from behind his paint coated hands shot out and grabbed her by her hips. “Something funny, Bunny?”

Yelping, Mary whirled her arm around to slap him, but Otis caught her wrist in his free hand. “Don’t call me that. What are you doing?” She almost welcomed the feeling of his warm and wet hand on her chilly skin.

“I want to try a different pose.” Otis told her, his breath was hot against the shell of her ear, and Mary squirmed in his grip, desperately fighting the urge to push back into him. Otis flexed his hand, gently squeezing at her hip, asking, almost begging. “I’ll pay extra for it. I know you got that boyfriend of yours waitin’.” He muttered, almost bitterly. No, there was no way he could be remotely jealous. They shared some tension in class, sure, they bickered, but there was nothing between them but classic academic rivalry.

“I don’t have any plans with Bill tonight. I do tomorrow. We’re going out for dinner.” Mary told him, dumbly, still reeling. She shuddered when Otis dropped her arm, but returned his hand to laze against her bare shoulder, fingers tapping lightly on her clavicle. His hands were rough, callused. Clearly he did harder work than Bill did at his accounting job. Mary wondered what it was he did, how long he’s been doing it; she wanted to crack open his fucking skull and see what he was really made up of. “I can do another pose for you, Otis.” She wanted too, even when he had her pinned up like this, it thrilled her. The heat building in her core was becoming almost unbearable, and she prayed to god that this outfit was thick enough to hide the wetness that was blooming between her legs.

“Yeah? He taking you out on the town?” Otis asked, bitterness dripping from his tongue like venomous drool. He slides his hand inward, fingers playing with the thin nylon there, itching to slide them inside. It disturbed her how much Mary wanted him to. She’d be a liar if she said this wasn’t something she’s thought about before. Bill was safe, goofy, sweet — but he wasn’t interesting, or dangerous like Otis was; he didn’t light a fire like this inside her, that’s for sure.

“Taking you out to some overpriced bar, I know where you’d rather be.”

“Yeah?” Mary choked out, fighting against all the points from her primal brain to grind herself back on him, end his teasing, and take full control of the situation. “Where is that?”

“Nice dive bar,” Otis muttered, lips ghosting against the back of her neck, tongue daring to poke out and drag itself down the nap, and Mary purred. “Maybe. Some artsy places, places I can’t afford — but I’d work hard to get you into.” His fingers teased the nylon, snapping it back, making her jump. “Here, with me.”

“Otis, please.” We shouldn’t be doing this. Bill was waiting for her, he was so excited to always talk about his day with her. But Mary hated his friends, she hated his boring line of work, she hated everything about him, except for him. “We shouldn’t…” Yet, her hips jerked back against him, and she moaned when she felt him so hard against her. Mary didn’t want Bill. He never made her feel like this, so seen, understood; so angry with wet, hot, need. She would rather be with Otis then some uppity bar, some place that her parents would approve of, Mary was so bored with playing the dutiful daughter, the good girl; no matter how many times she tried to hint that to Bill, he never listened and never would. Otis knew, though. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

Otis slid his hand through her costume, cupping her sex with his hand, softly chuckling at the warm wetness he found dripping from her. “Gonna ruin the costume, mama. It’s like a goddamn pond down here. That little boyfriend make you boil over like this?” He teased her, rubbing his thumb against her folds, vexing her with only small, gentle pokes to her entrance; enjoying her soft, begging mews far too much to give her anything more. Mary squirmed in his grip, bunny ears sliding from their place on her head, forgotten on the floor to be mangled by their shifting, sliding feet.

“Fuck,” Mary gasped, rocking her hips in tune with his fingers. “Otis, please, please. I need you.” It felt like her legs would give. They were shaking so badly, her hips trying so hard to rut back against him, begging for a release.

“I ain’t going anywhere, bunny. Don’t you worry,” Otis mumbled, lazily leaving kisses against her neck, fingers still dancing around their goal, inching towards it with the precision of a goddamn snail. Mary knew Otis liked it better this way. He liked seeing her, a wobbling, dripping mess in his hands. Finally, he slid one finger inside her, and her brain short-circuited, photopsia flashed in her eyes, knees buckling. Mary allowed Otis to lower them to the ground, his fingers working their way through her orgasm, scissoring her open, drenching his hand in her oozing liquid; purposely targeting her clit with his thumb; overstimulating her past the point of logically thinking.

“Fuck, I think I just came,” Mary panted, her body sore and spent dangled in his arms, legs shaking, clenching around his fingers — willing them to stay exactly where they were.

“Sure felt like it,” Otis muttered in her ear, “Got yourself all over my fingers. You’ve been getting all hot’n bothered this entire time, huh?” He fingered her through her orgasm, and still demanded a second one. He still worked his way into her, rubbing at her red, swollen clit.

“So what if I was?” Mary gasped, trying her best to move her spent hips. “I felt what you’ve been up to, don’t forget.”

“You always got a smart mouth, you fucking know that?” Otis greedily removed his fingers from her core, unceremoniously wiping them against her costume. “It wasn’t talking the big buck a few minutes ago, doe.”

“I paid for this costume, ass. Unless you want to throw in the extra money to get it cleaned.” Mary’s head was still spinning, her entire body reeling from what had just happened. She was still clenching around nothing, her greedy body needing everything but time to recover. Otis still held her from behind, hands on her sides, moving up to cup her breasts in his hands, sucking on her teeth. Mary arched back into him. “Shit, ever heard of a break?”

“Ever thought about shutting up?” Otis bit back, stretching out his long legs around them, “Gonna ruin the damn moment.” He bucked his hips into the small of her back, rubbing himself against her, taunting her with it. Otis was good at that, teasing, edging. He wanted to make her a mess in his hands; moldable putty for him to play with until he got bored.

“Feels like someone’s eager,” Mary hissed when Otis pinched a nipple through her costume, rolling it between his fingers. “I told you not to ruin my costume, shit stain.” She felt his chest rumble in a laugh, rolling against her back. If she wasn’t so damn needy, she might’ve laughed, too.

“Lean forward, baby.” Otis hissed, urging her forward with his hand between her shoulder blades. “I am eager. Can’t wait to fuck you stupid.”

Mary did as she was bid, gasping when she pressed her cheek to the cold tile on the floor, arching her back, presenting herself to him. This is so wrong. What am I doing? She groaned listening to him fumble with his belt, cursing at his own mistakes. Anticipation broke her out in cold sweats; she needed this so bad, needed him. Heat bubbled up in her stomach again, she felt herself dripping through her costume. “Otis, I need it. Come on.”

“Someone’s eager,” Otis mocked, guiding himself to rest on the swell of her ass. “You look real good like this, you know that? Maybe I want to savior this moment. Might paint it later.” He rubbed himself against her pink, wet folds, moaning at the feeling. “You get this wet just for me? Look at you, slobbering all my cock like a twenty-five cent cherry whore.”

Mary’s hips twitched, desperate, “Fuck, come on, I can't take it anymore!” She’d be a whore, she’d be anything if he’d just slide his dick inside her. “I feel like I’m going to go insane, please, please.” He hasn’t even put it inside her yet, and she’s already gone completely stupid.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Otis purred, thrusting himself inside in one swift motion, “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He pulled back out, watching Mary’s pretty little cunt drool all over his dick, squelching at every move he made. “That feel good? Huh, bunny? Is this what you wanted? What you needed?”

Mary couldn’t fight back the guttural moan that ripped from her. She bucked her hips back into him, staying in rhythm with Otis’s hips, slamming herself back against him, “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned, “Fuck, this is what I wanted, Otis.” Bill was too slow, too soft, nothing like this, he could never itch the scratch in the same way, make her eyes roll back in her head, have her back arch so painfully; Mary’s body never fought to accommodate him. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed. “Otis, I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead then, cum for me again.” Otis snickered in her ear, pounding sloppily against her, his own body jittering and twitching with the promise of his own hot, ravenous release.

Skin against skin echoed around the room with only the soft moans, the sounds of their conjoined breathing. Gasping, curling her toes, fingers, pressing herself as far back as she could be against him, Mary came hard with his name on her lips. Exhaustion expelled over her body, she crumbled onto the floor in a messy, sweaty heap. Otis, following her example, pulling himself free and shooting hot streams along her costume, successfully ruining it.

“You ruined my costume,” Mary muttered, rolling over onto her side, facing him. “That’s gotta be an extra twenty bucks.”

“I ruined more than that, bunny. You still got those plans tomorrow?” Otis smirked, rolling onto his back, offering his out-stretched arm to her, knowing that if she took it, she’d be making a deal with the devil.

Mary scooted across the floor to him, wrapping herself up in his warm embrace. Laying her head on his chest, she sighed. Did she still have those plans tomorrow? Did she still want to go back to Bill after this? Could she go back to Bill? It would be a lot harder to fake how much she enjoyed having sex with him now. “I don’t know.” She told him, “I don’t want to, but I think I have to.”

Otis snorted. “You don’t have to do shit, but pay taxes and die, and even then the taxes are an option.” He tightened his grip around her waist, silently telling her she wouldn’t be leaving, at least not for tonight. Tonight she belonged to him, and Otis planned to make the most of it before she went back to that deadweight boyfriend of hers.

#otis b driftwood #otis driftwood smut #slashers #house of 1000 corpses #mary/otis #au settings #horror #slasher fucker #slasher community #minxie writes*#This was wish fulfillment #dont judge me #i was also going to start posting on my old blog; good thing i didnt and everything was lost :')

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weirdocvnt08 · 7 months

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Title: Hair Care & Kisses

Relationship: Rise!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi

Words: Under 1K

TW: None

Author is listening to: My Love by maye

AN: This drabble has NO relation to my current ROTTMNT Human AU “Crazy Little Thing Called Life”. Also this drabble has been edited so for those who are here for a re-read, hello! <3

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Yuichi was over at the Hamato household as another one of his impromptu visits and currently sitting on Leo’s bed, scrolling through some Instagram reels on his cellphone as he let his boyfriend brush his long straight hair.

Initially, Leo had only brushed his hair because one night while they were cuddling the curly haired teen had run his fingers through Yuichi’s hair but got caught on clumps of dime sized knots underneath the lower half of the other boy’s scalp. When a half-asleep Yuichi yelped at the sudden tug, Leo had made him sit up while he went to retrieve two of his brushes and some hair clips from his shelf to work on de-tangling his boyfriend’s hair.

It wasn’t Yuichi’s fault that sometimes (or more like most of the times) he just didn’t feel like performing the whole act of brushing his hair, but after sitting through fifteen minutes of Leonardo making constant remarks over how his hair is way easier to manage unlike his own tight curls that needs extra care and attention, should at least brush it once a day. Yuichi eventually agreed with a little pout and thanked him for the dreaded save of having to deal with de-tangling his hair himself.

Now on days whenever the white-haired teen comes over to visit his boyfriend, Leo will brush his hair for him if he didn’t feel like doing it himself. In fact, he’d prefer for him to do it because he knew he didn’t mind and loves how much care Leo puts into something that should be a mundane act.

Today Leo wanted to put a little more effort and styled Yuichi’s hair sort of into his usual high ponytail except he parted the hairs from the front of his scalp into six small sections that were then tied back at mid-scalp, using the remaining groups of hair to make six simple braids. He then tied it all together with the rest of his untouched hair and leaving only two locks of hair at the front of his face where his bangs would typically be.

“Aaaaand, done! Turn around so I can get a good look at you. Nothing feels too tight, right?” Leo asked as he parted the other teen’s hair so it could lay over his shoulders. Yuichi did as he was told, shifting his body around to turn and face Leo as he shook his head. “No, it feels fine” he replied.

Leo cupped his face with both hands, tilting it up so they were looking directly at each other. At first it was just to see if nothing looked weird at the front of his hair, but it didn’t take too long for his eyes to wonder onto his boyfriend who was already softly staring at him. Now that Leo’s eyes were locked onto his, Yuichi slightly tilted his head to the side with a cute smile and a curt “Hi.”

Instantly Leo’s heart burst in an explosion of affection from how cute Yuichi looked and just was in general. He chuckled as he bent down to lean his face close to his and cooed “You’re so fucking cute” followed with an immediate attack of kisses Leo placed all over his face.

Yuichi happily accepted the kisses, already used to Leo’s affection bombs and waited for him to finish to respond, “And you’re really pretty.”

Leo gave him a confident smile and replied “I better be. I put a lot of effort to look this good!”

Replying to his boyfriend’s response with a small and playful eyeroll, Yuichi wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist as he stared up at him. “Can’t you ever take a compliment and just say ‘thank you’?”

“I wouldn’t really be me if I did, now would I bun?” Leo quipped back as he laid his arms over Yuichi’s shoulders.

“No, you wouldn’t” The other teen indisputably replied with a mock sigh. He then craned his neck higher towards Leo and Leo immediately leaned back down to give him his silent request for a kiss.

Yearning for more bodily contact, Yuichi tugged at Leo’s waist, urging him closer to the bed and once Leo had both his knees planted on top of the mattress Yuichi pulled them both down onto the mattress. Their lips never broke apart once and like clockwork their limbs snaked around each other until they were comfortably slotted against the other.

Music that Leo left on from earlier softly played in the background and helped them with the momentum of their kisses. It would change from short and chaste to deep and passionate, along with the in-between playful nips to one’s bottom lip. The sound of their smacking lips filled the room and just the entire atmosphere made them feel like they were in their own little personal heaven.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the commotion coming from outside Leo’s room until suddenly they were interrupted by Mikey who, without even knocking, entered Leo’s room and announced “Leo! We’re back with your order of wings you asked for, come out and get—oh! Hi Usagi! Didn’t know you were here!” He cheerfully greeted his friend.

Quickly the Japanese boy pulled away to clear his throat, then picked his arm up that was draped over Leo to wave at Mikey’s direction and greeted him back “Hi Mikey!”

Donnie was next to poke their head into Leo’s room and their eyes immediately zeroed in on the entangled and hugging form of their brother and his boyfriend.

“Oh, the unofficial resident is here. Don’t you ever have something to do at your own home?” They asked rhetorically and monotonously with a sassy quirk to their filled-in eyebrow.

Leo, annoyed with his siblings for barging into his room and not immediately leaving him and his boyfriend alone, shouted “Shut up Donnie! Maybe we should replace you with Yui since he doesn’t stay up late and rage over a game in the middle of the night for all of us to hear for your Twitch streams!”

Donatello glared at their twin’s back and with crossed arms, let out an offended scoff as they bit back “Preposterous! I’ve lived here my whole life and I’m not going anywhere!”

Seriously, couldn’t they read a room and see he wanted to be alone with Yuichi and go back to the sweet kissing action he was just receiving a few moments ago?! “Ugggh, whatever! Just get out of my room, both of you, now! We’ll be out in a minute!”

Mikey let out a snicker as he turned around and dragged a judging Donnie with him back to the kitchen so their brother can have a moment longer alone with their guest before they steal him from Leo for the rest of his visit.

Leo let out an exaggerated sigh as he buried his face into the crook of Yuichi’s neck.

“Oh my god, no one prepares you for your lack of privacy in a household with three siblings, not including the other one who doesn’t even live here.” Leo whined.

Yuichi snickered at his boyfriend’s reaction but held him tighter and kissed his forehead.

“I don’t know how anyone could but ya’know, maybe I should just move over here, permanently, since I am here pretty often.” He teased with a shit-eating grin.

Leo’s heart rate spiked as he picked his head up to stare at Yuichi with a flustered and faux-annoyed look as he dried out “Oh ha-ha, real jokester huh. Shut up and let’s just go before they come back in here with Raph and Pops.”

Before Leo could get up from the bed, Yuichi placed his hand on Leo’s cheek to plant a loving kiss to his plush lips, to which Leo instinctively reciprocated.

“Aishiteru, dārin” He sweetly told the other.

Leo’s chest felt full of warm love as he shyly grumbled “Yeah, I love you too cariño.”

With one last shared kiss they untangle themselves from each other and got up from the bed content. They shared a smile with each other before leaving the room and joining the rest of Leo’s family who were already eating and debating on which movie they should watch after eating and April joins them once her classes finish.

#rise leonardo #yuichi usagi #rottmnt #rise tmnt #samurai rabbit #leoichi #leochi #rise leosagi #my writting #my work #human au #rise leo #usagi yuichi #riseleoichi #drabble

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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All Night

Summary: It’s your first time with your amazing girlfriend and she couldn’t sweeter and perfect.

Warnings: fluff, adorableness, and most importantly... sex

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Word Count: 2856

A/n: Requested by Anon: Ayo can I request a Wanda x male reader smut where it's their first time together but also the reader's first time ever and he's kinda nervous and Wanda's just being super sweet and gentle and supportive? Make it as smutty and adorable as you want!... I could totally see me doing a part two where the reader is more experienced (let me know if you want it!)

Masterlist

Wanda may have been an enhanced human slash Avenger but your meeting with her couldn’t have been more normal. You were helping a friend out with their coffee shop. It was their first store and they were running low on staff and you just so happened to be in between jobs.

It was the classic and cheesy scene where you took her order and nonchalantly put your number on her cup. You honestly had no idea that she was the Wanda Maximoff. All you saw was a very attractive woman with a kind smile. You saw a woman who was mysterious but had a kind heart. You wanted to know more about her.

Unfortunately, she didn’t call. You didn’t think much of it and quickly got over your disappointment. You thought she had walked out of your life forever, but fate wasn’t done with the two of you.

She returned to the coffee shop a couple of months later. It wasn’t a long-time span, but she seemed different. She seemed more unsure, cautious, and... defeated.

You knew you couldn’t let her go again. So, you asked if you could spend you break with her. You bribed her with freshly baked muffins and she accepted.

You didn’t ask about what was on her mind or what seemed to be wrong. You knew you needed to make an impression. You needed her to keep coming back. So, you did what you knew how to do. You made an idiot of yourself to get her laughing. By the time she left she seemed lighter and promised to return.

Casual meet ups turned to sporadic dating turned to moving in with each other. She was, without a doubt, the most complicated girlfriend you had with baggage unlike any other girl you met. You didn’t always take everything in stride. The two of you argued but always worked together through the problems.

The relationship was moving faster than your previous ones. Within a year the two of you were moved with each other and practically inseparable. It helped her fellow Avengers liked and approved of you. You had taken practically every step a relationship could take within a year excluding marriage and sex. Those were two things you weren’t going to rush.

Marriage could wait a while. You were both young and didn’t feel the need to take something that felt so final.

Sex, on the other hand, was harder to wait on. The two of you desired each other but it either never felt like the right time or she was called off for hero duty. The both of you were nervous about it. Wanda hadn’t been with someone in years and you... well, you’ve never been with anybody before. You didn’t want to disappoint.

However, today you couldn’t seem to hold back any longer. It was the most domestic setting but if made you fall even more in love with the woman in front of you.

She was moving around the kitchen cleaning and cooking. She had her hair up in a messy bun with your sweatpants rolled up around her hips and a tank top. She was humming under her breath and dancing a little bit.

“I’m making your favorite,” Wanda says without glancing at you. You grin breathing in the delicious smells of your favorite dish. You walked deeper into the kitchen and draw her back to your chest.

“What’s the occasion?” You ask, circling your arms around her waist. You lower your head into her neck and kiss her skin lightly.

“What? I can’t cook for my favorite boyfriend?” Wanda asks and you smirk.

“Favorite? I hope I don’t have any competition,” You mumble. Wanda just hums. You continue to smirk while drawing your hand back. You pinch her bum making her jump and promptly reach around to hit your shoulder. You laugh and hug her once again.

All day Wanda did nothing extraordinary. She was just herself. Totally relaxed enjoying being home with you. She didn’t have the Avengers calling on her nor the press pestering for interviews. She was light on her feet and just genuinely happy.

Since she cooked you took it upon yourself to do the dishes. She grabbed a glass of wine and hopped onto the counter beside you. When you were done you couldn’t help but to push her knees apart and step in between them.

“You look beautiful,” You whisper, rubbing her thighs slowly. She smiles lifting her glass of wine to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as she drank slowly until you just had to taste her.

Leaning forward your lips find her bare neck. She breathes in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and sets her wine off to the side. You kiss along her neck, your fingers digging into her legs. Her ankles hook behind you in order to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, her fingers threading through your hair. You lift your head moving your lips from her neck to her lips. Her legs tighten around you and your hands slide to her hips. You squeeze her flesh holding her flush against your chest.

The kiss begins to pick up. Wanda’s hands make a mess of your hair, gripping and pulling it. You moan after a particularly rough tug. The tug prompts you to bite her lip a little rougher than you meant too but Wanda seemed to like it.

Wanda’s hands leave your hair and starts attempting to pull your shirt off. Your heart lurches anxiously but you don’t want to stop. You lean back, showing Wanda your most confident expression, helping her take your shirt off before lifting her from the counter. Her grip around you instantly tightens as you carry her to the bed.

You gently lay her down, but she sits up and reaches for your pants. Your heart lurches again but you let her unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. You step out of them, your eyes remaining glued on her.

Her eyes look up at you as she kisses your stomach, her nails grazing over the back of your thighs. Reaching out you tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Wanda... this is... I’m a little...” You can feel your anxiety rise as you try to explain to Wanda what was running through your mind. Being the wonderful woman she is, she understands.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda whispers, standing up. Her hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck. “Do you want this?” She asks gently. You nod eagerly. “Then just do what feels right,” She whispers. “Just relax... it’ll feel good, I promise,” She reassures you, one of her hands traveling down your chest and to your cock.

You groan, resting your head against hers when her hand palms you through your underwear. Wanda smiles tilting her head to lightly kiss your lips. Just when you were falling under her spell she pulls back. Before you could chase her she’s on her knees,

“Oh, shit...” You whisper, not believing your luck.

“Something wrong, baby?” Wanda asks. Words escape you when her lips lightly press against your clothed cock. Your eyes roll back, and a deep groan leaves your mouth. Your eyes snap open and down when you feel her pulling your underwear to your feet.

“Oh... God...” You groan as her warm fingers wrap around you. She spits on the head before spreading it down. Her hand worked you better than yours ever could. She grips, twists and massages in all the right places.

As amazing as her hand felt it was nothing compared to her mouth. She took you into her mouth and you lost all sense of the world. Everything belonged to her, and you’d do anything to keep her. She was magic.

She bobbed her head, hollowed her cheeks and gripped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When her hands gripped her balls, you struggled to stay standing. Your hands gripped her hair and you found yourself thrusting into her. She relaxed and let you use her.

“Fuck baby,” You pant looking into her eyes. Her big innocent eyes were tearing up, but she never tried to stop nor pull away. “I’m not gonna last babe,” You grunt trying to pull out, but she grabs your legs and takes you deep. You groan releasing down her throat. She takes every drop and grabs your cock as she slowly pulls away and continues to milk it. “Damn Wanda,” You pant, moving around her to sit on the bed.

She stands up and turns around to look at you. She gives you a sexy grin and wipes her lip before straddling your hips.

“We’re just getting started, baby,” She winks at you. She pushes you to lay down before leaning back on your thighs. You watch her slowly take off her shirt. Her breasts were laying on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What do you want?” She asks, her voice low and seductive. Her clothed cunt begins to grind down on your cock. It wasn’t hard yet but the picture of her shirtless, straddling your lap and moving the way she was helped it come back to life.

“You... Damn, Wanda, I want you... All of you,” you say, your hands twitching. You wanted to touch her skin, most specifically her breasts.

“I don’t want you to just want me,” Wanda whispers. “I want you to touch me... Please, touch me,” Wanda encourages. “Make me feel good,”

Instantly you became insecure. Where did she want you to touch her? What would make her feel good?

“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, leaning over you. Your eyes shamefully watch her boobs sway before you force yourself to look into her eyes. She’s smirking knowingly and your blush fiercely. She lowers her head and her lips brush against yours. “Don’t think,” She mutters, lowering her hips even more to rub your cock once again. “Tell me what you want right now,”

You don’t answer verbally but your eyes flicker to her chest. She smirks and leans back again. She grabs your hand and lifts them to her breasts. You let out a quick breath unable to stop watching her hands move yours.

You instinctively begin to massage them. Her hands leave yours allowing you to take over. You squeeze them before focusing on the nipples. You pinch them and when she moans you get the confidence to twist them.

“There you go...” Wanda whispers.

Deciding to take it a step further you lift your hips and switch positions. You pin her to the bed and hover over her. She gasps not expecting it which makes you grin cheekily.

Before she could say anything, you lower your head and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Her breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the nub before lightly biting it. While she’s focused on your mouth you experiment with your hips. She had been grinding down on you, so you figured she’d like you doing the same.

Her moans are like music to your ears. Every sound she makes is a severe confidence boost. Every moment you’re with her you desire more.

You move from one nipple to the other while humping into her. She whines pulling at your hair. She moves her hips against yours but it’s not enough.

“Y/n,” Wanda begs, panting.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You ask, cheekily. You grin up at her. She looks at your frustrated but slowly smiles as well. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her capturing you into a kiss.

“Please fuck me,” Wanda whispers.

“Not yet,” You whisper, nipping at her lip. “We’re just getting started, baby,” You wink at her. She pouts but you kiss it off of her before kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach.

You pull your sweatpants off her hips and down her legs. You toss them to the side before taking a moment to look at her. To have your first time with someone so beautiful and kind and patient as her is unreal.

You lightly graze your fingers over her legs before kissing the inside of her thighs. You hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them off.

“Mm, you smell amazing,” You whisper. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. Your eyes dart to hers to make sure you were turning her off. To your surprise she was blushing. “I love you,” You whisper to her.

It isn’t the first time you said it, but it felt like the right moment. She was still blushing, but she seemed to relax. Her fingers reached down and played with some of your hair.

“I love you, too,” She whispers. You kiss her thigh again softly before looking at the slice of heaven between her legs.

You had no idea what you were doing and prayed that all of her ex-boyfriends were horrible. The last thing you wanted was to be so bad she’d go back to someone for a decent lay. You knew she wasn’t that shallow, but you were nervous.

You pushed her legs even further apart before diving in. You licked up her pussy lips and the taste was amazing. Your fingers dug into her thighs as you regained confidence.

Wanda whined and panted while grinding her hips riding your face. Before you could help yourself, you stuck a finger inside of her and then another. You thrusted in and out while still lapping at her.

And then her body jerked.

You paused for just a second before repeating the action.

Her body jerked again but this time she moaned your name and begged you to keep going.

It took you a second but then you realized what you had just found. You had found it... the one thing men complained of never coming across. Some believed it was a myth. You had found the clitoris.

Your mouth focused on her clit while your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You didn’t bother edging her when she got close. You didn’t think you were skilled enough to keep her on the edge for long.

When she came her back arched, and she moaned loudly. You kept your ministrations until she was twitching again. You got the crazy idea of trying to make her come again. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were bringing her to the edge and overstimulating her to her second orgasm.

Only then did you with draw and slowly kiss up her body. She had a blissful look on her face. You’ve never seen her so relaxed and happy before. Pride filled your chest and you lightly kissed various parts of her body as she recovered.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked and you laughed.

“I guess that’s a good sign?” You whisper, lying beside her but still practically on top of her. She laughs breathlessly before rolling on top of you.

“You’ll ruin me for anyone else,” She whispers, kissing you softly.

“You keep saying shit like that and my ego will surpass Starks,” You whisper. Wanda giggles quietly.

“You’re good with your mouth,” Wanda whispers. “Let’s see what else you’re good with,” she says, summoning some lube and squirting it on your cock.

“Shit... Couldn’t you have warmed it up?” You grumble. Wanda giggles again.

“Cold?” She asks, tossing it to the side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up,” She promises, sitting up. Your eyes widen as she grabs your cock and begins to lower herself onto it.

“Uhhggg...” You groan, gripping her hips. She pants and continues down until she’s sitting on you completely. “Holy hell why’d we wait so long?” You groan and she quickly agrees. “You’re so warm... and tight... fuck, Wanda,”

Her sitting there, warming you cock, was perfect. Her, not moving and just squeezing the life out of your dick was enough for you to come but she wasn’t letting you get off that quick.

She starts off slowly. She lifts up and down trying to find a rhythm. When she finds the perfect angle and gets comfortable, she goes to town. You watch her breasts bounce and her head roll back.

“I’m not gonna last,” You warn trying to hold it back for as long as you could. She throws you a smirk.

“Give it to me baby,”

“Fuuuck,” You groan squirting deep into her pussy. She continues to grind taking everything from you. You hand reaches forward and makes a beeline to her clit. Her breath shudders and her body shakes as another orgasm rips through her.

You groan as she collapses on your chest. The two of you pant coming down from your highs. You gently pull her hair to the side and begin to rub her back.

“We are so doing this more often,” She pants and you laugh.

“Baby, I wanna be in you so often you’ll have to beat me off with a stick,” You tease. She leans back and looks into your eyes.

“Promises, promises,” She smirks, kissing your lips.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x male reader #wanda x male!reader #wanda maximoff x male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #marvel #male!reader #male reader #scarlet witch #mcu #request

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fastlikealambo · 2 years

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Dinner:Eddie Munson x Black Reader

Summary: With a little help from your mom, Eddie surprises you with your favorite dinner. Just a sweet drabble born out of the fact my oxtail place was closed last night and I almost cried.

Trigger Warnings: None, just quick and sweet fluff

It started with a smell.

You were at Eddie’s, half watching a movie with your head on his chest. You were content and on the verge of sleeping right then and there when you caught a familiar scent in his shirt yet different from his usual overlapping scents of leather, cigarette smoke, and weed.

“Baby?”

“Yeah princess?”

“Why do you smell like a spice cabinet? ” You asked, curious, taking a big whiff of him again.

“Huh? Oh uh, somebody spilled their lunch on me.” Eddie mumbled

“What-”

“How about a shower, just the two of us?” Before you can answer, he picks you up off the couch and with a kiss on your check, you forgot whatever you asked him.

And then a phone call.

“Babe, can you grab the phone, I’m changing.” Eddie called out over the ringing phone.

Placing your book to the side, you answered the phone, expecting Wayne to be on the other end.

“Hey sweetie!”

“Mom? Is everything okay, why are you calling?”

“ Nothing’s wrong baby, I promise. Where’s that boy of yours?”

“He’s getting dressed. Why do you need to talk to Eddie?”

“Never you mind sugar, now put him on the phone.” She ordered with a laugh and with a confused stare, you handed the phone to your boyfriend.

“It’s my mom, for you.”

“Oh! This will just a take a second.” He grabbed a pen and a notepad from the table and all but slammed his bedroom door in your face.

“Why did you need to talk to my mom?” You asked when he finally emerged and sat on the couch next to you.

“Did I forget to tell you? I’m leaving you for your mother. I’m sorry you had to find out this way but it’s for the best.”

“What are you two up to? Come on babe, you can tell me.” You pouted and slipped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nice try princess, but you’re not getting a word out of me. You’ll just have to be patient.” Eddie said, kissing you on the forehead.

“And you’ll have to shower alone from now to eternity.”

Ending with a surprise.

With work and school, you’d barely seen your boyfriend all week so when you got to his trailer you were so excited to just chill, maybe order some takeout but the boy had other plans.

The smell has your mouth watering before you even see Eddie bent over a slow cooker, hair in a low bun, towel over one shoulder.

“What is all this, it smells amazing. Oh my god, are those oxtails?! Eddie! ” You reached to peek under the lid but Eddie smacked your hand away.

“You were not raised in a barn, go wash your hands baby.” He said with a smile.

“You’ve been hanging out with my mom too much.” You fake grumbled, going to wash up for dinner. In your short absence the table had been set and there were candles.

“Surprise! I plotted with your mom and she showed me to make your favorite. Okay, she did most of the grocery shopping and it’s her recipe but I did make it, all on my own and your mom definitely did not jump out the back window when she saw you coming.” He explained, kissing you on top of the head before pulling your seat out.

“Eddie, this might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble.” You said, leaning forward to softly kiss him.

“When it comes to you, there’s no trouble. Now try it so I know if I need to call Poison Control in the next 5 minutes.” He joked but you could see the nervousness in his eyes as you took a bite.

“And? How is it, princess?”

“I think I just came.”

“Right answer”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x black reader

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cherryeclipw · 9 months

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Simon Ghost Riley as your boyfriend (f!reader)

💐♡

all sfw

mainly fluff, slight angst maybe??

¿How would he ask you out?

It would take Simon a while to realize that he has a crush on you, but when he does it's all he can think about. He starts making mistakes more often and gets distracted easily. He is so mad at himself for not being able to concentrate 🥲 He would probably talk about it with Price and he would convince him to tell you

Ok so he trusts Soap a lot and they are great friends, but when it comes to love ghost finds him so annoyingg. He is always joking about it and teasing him everytime you walk past

Your smile when you said good morning would already have him melting and tripping over stuff, he would try to act cool but he just can feel his heart beating faster when he is with you

I imagine the scenario being him coming from a very hard mission. You would congratulate him and tell him how well he did. He would be unable to hold it back and he would just burst an "I love you"

The silence would be SOO UNCOMFORTABLE until you smile in surprise. "Like actually?" You would ask, and he would nod and you would end up kissing!!! Reader would be the one taking inniciative though.

¿How would the start of your relationship be like?

At first he would be firm, barely holding your hand sometimes and maybe giving you a kiss on the cheek when he leaves. He is really scared of pushing you away or making you uncomfortable

I'm 100% sure he would try to write love letters. He knows how cold and emotionless he acts around you, it doesn't mean he doesn't feel everything that is feelable when he is wound you, he just struggles expressing it. He has been holding his feelings deep down for such a long time throught his life he is scared of talking about them. Most of his love letters end up at the bottom of his drawers, he can't bring himself to throw them out.

It's the little things that he does that show you he loves you. He is always behind you in case you need help. When you are on a mission together he slips his extra bullets for you... he is so scared of loosing you.

Simon would be in fact head over heels, he would do anything that you asked for no matter how much of a pain in the ass it would be. He is so servicial it's kind of annoying.

He would be very insecure about being with you. He would need constant reassurance that he is enough and that you don't want anyone else. He feels like you could do so much better than him.

Officially dating

Once you have been dating for a few months he starts opening up more about his feelings. It takes him a while to get used to it but he absolutely loves your touch. His favorite is when you play with his hair and he is laying on your lap. Would never admit it but loves behind held by you

Makes sure you are eating enough and drinking water, cares a lot about your well-being

He doesn't like PDA, in public he is firm and not very touchy. That is totally different when you are in private, THIS MAN....he is very much touch starved, loves having his hands on you and feeling your hands on him

Loves complimenting you. His compliments are always so well thought sometimes they even make you want to sob from happiness. He doesn't just compliment you mindlessly to make you feel good, he is genuine and loves you so much.

You both are usually on duty, but when you have free time he always makes sure you have a few nice dates. He likes bringing you shopping, going to a small and quiet restaurant together...he loves all that. But to be honest his favorite is staying in and cuddle as you watch a movie and have snacks

He likes brushing your hair and making hairstyles on you, finds it so peaceful. Everyday before training or a mission he is the one to put your hair in the tight mandatory bun. He is always so careful and makes sure it's perfectly done, at this point it's part of his morning routine

He is a bit jealous. Even thought he trusts you and the fact you wouldn't cheat on him he still feels his face burn when another man tries to flirt with you. He won't interfere unless he is too insistent thought.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost headcanons #ghost #ghost cod #ghost riley

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highonmarvel · 2 years

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Your God

content warnings here!

Loki: You have something a god wants.

Operas had never really been your thing—you had a lot of respect for the time the performers put into preparing, and you couldn’t deny they were talented, but it just wasn’t for you. Your boyfriend liked them, though, so you took him to see one once every two months, roughly.

“One,” he kissed you on your right cheek as you were preparing to enter the limousine your dad had arranged for you, “For the money, and,” he kissed your left cheek and then your right cheek again, “Two for the show,” he beamed down at you. You smiled, draping your arms over his shoulders as he moved his to hold your waist.

“Isn’t that a dumb thing you used to say to, uhm—”

“Make sure no one’s cheating?” he finished, “Yes, yes it is.”

You laughed and pressed a light and quick kiss to his lips before sliding into leather seats, your boyfriend right behind you. Though you really liked him, he just didn’t feel like the one for you. He was pretty tame, and having been sheltered your whole life by your paranoid father, you craved excitement and adventure. He was a lovely man, an even better boyfriend—he did everything right, he treated you well—but you were growing bored of him, to be honest.

After half an hour of driving in silence and a kiss goodbye as you dropped him off, you could turn your attention to your driver for the first time tonight as he rolled down the divider, probably about to ask you what music you’d like, as he did every night after your guest had departed.

“Been a long one, Gil?” you asked with a sigh as you pulled your hair out of the tight bun it had been suffocated in, your eyes fluttering closed with a breath of relief.

“It has,”

You froze at the unfamiliar voice; smooth, low and British—almost the exact opposite of Gil’s gruff voice and Texas accent.

You gulped lightly as you reluctantly opened your eyes and slowly brought your gaze up to the rear view mirror. Instead of Gil’s soft brown eyes, you were met with piercing emeralds, standing out as gems in the dim light of the car and a stark contrast with the stranger’s dark eyebrows.

“But I’m not Gil, pet.”

His annunciation sent a shiver down your spine, and you sunk into the seat with a small whimper, eliciting a groan from him.

Even though it was obvious he was a threat due to him, well, kidnapping you, there was something else about him that made you cower. He had this air about him, an orphic aura surrounding him like some type fire, and your breathing became erratic as you felt yourself being engulfed in his flames, asphyxiated by the smoke—though he had barely done anything.

“Who are you?” you whispered, your voice coming out more unstable than you had hoped. Even though you weren’t the most confident person out there—you were no Mary Sue—you weren’t the type to get easily scared and weak, and it was tough to try figure out the best plan of action when your mind was at war with itself, yelling at you for your craven behaviour, yet wanting to just get the fuck away.

He winked in the mirror, and the shine of his captivating eyes sent a… feeling through your body,

“A little disappointed you don’t know my name—but, oh, you will,” he said, his voice dangerously deep, yet still soft.

“I,” you began, sitting up straight to get a better look at him, “I don’t know what you want from me but I don’t have it. Please—”

You cut yourself off as the car slowed at a red light, trying to pry open the locked door.

“Pathetic.”

You ignored the mutter and slammed your hand on the window, pressing your face to the glass to try look for someone to call out to, but it was late; the streets were empty, and the car was soundproof with tinted windows anyway. Still too panicked to think straight, you screamed for help.

The man in the front seat ignored you, humming to himself as he continued when the light turned green (you briefly wondered why he had even stopped if he was some type of criminal, but ultimately decided there were more pressing issues at hand) driving at a comfortable speed through the dark streets of New York.

You were starting to sweat as you continued banging on the reinforced window, your silver chain sticking to your skin, making your neck itch.

Before you knew it, the car had pulled to a stop, and you stopped yelling, carefully turning to face the man in the front seat. He simply sighed in relief, like he hated driving, or maybe car rides. Without looking back at you, he stepped out the car and slammed the door shut, sending a whoosh of the cold night air into the fairly warm car. Your eyes followed him, pleading with him to not you leave you here, but he hadn’t looked back, and you sighed, eyes watering.

You flinched when the passenger door on the other side suddenly flew open, the cold wind back, but what was even colder was the man’s towering figure and hard stare.

“Get out the car,” he instructed sternly, and you quickly obliged, shuffling across the seats and stumbling out the car. You looked up to notice you were at some type of warehouse, abandoned, but before you had time to spot any landmarks, a pair of cold hands gripped your bare shoulders and slammed you against the exposed brick wall the car was facing, but before you could cry out in pain, one hand moved to press against your mouth, the other pushing off the wall.

“No one’s going to hear you, pet, so causing a ruckus will only anger me further,” he leaned down from his towering height, his lips brushing over your earlobe as he spoke, “Give me what I want, and I won’t have to resort to anything…” you gasped (still muffled by his hand) as your felt a cold edge press against your neck with just enough force for it to hurt, but not enough to leave a cut, “Drastic.”

He flipped the pocket knife shut and stepped back to let you breathe.

“Don’t cry,” he mocked in a high voice, reaching a hand out to your cheek. You thought he was going to wipe away a hot tear that had fallen upon your cheek, but instead he gripped your chin hard and snarled, “It’ll do you no good.”

He roughly let go, causing you to hit your head back against the wall.

“Pathetic,” he repeated the phrase from earlier, and gripped your wrist harshly, tugging you along with him as he started trudging on the sandy and rocky path to what looked like an old hangar. He shoved you into the building, and you drew in sharp breathe as you stumbled into an environment somehow colder than outside. You shivered in your sleek cream dress—satin wasn’t the warmest, and you had ditched your heeled shoes the second you had jumped in the car from the show. Before you could even stand up properly, you shrieked as some sort of force sent you flying across the room into a battered leather arm chair, the peeling fabric brushing on you uncomfortably. In a flash of green, he was across the room and your wrists were strapped to the arms.

“Where’s the space stone?” he questioned, stalking around the chair, like a predator sizing up it’s prey.

“I- I don’t know what—”

He wrapped a hand around your throat and tugged hard snapping your silver chain. On the end of it was a sapphire gem your mother had gifted you years ago—you had always found it weird, how the sapphire shimmered, but it was a sentimental item all the same, and you loved it, you always wore it.

“This is it, isn’t it?” he asked, inspecting the stone in his hand, a bright source of light in the dimly lit hangar. The glow reflected his gorgeous features, until his mouth twisted into a snarl.

“Do you know what this?” he asked, extending the stone.

“It’s sapphire—”

“It’s not sapphire!” he yelled, causing you to flinch.

He shut his eyes tight and shoved the stone into his pocket with a deep breath. His eyes snapped open and he smiled wickedly, stalking closer to you, “It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he started as you tried to back up, obviously to no success, “Because that’s not what I had in mind for us.”

You yelped as the chair suddenly slid toward the man, at a fast pace—he caught it swiftly, tilting it downward his right hand gripping the top of the chair’s back to keep you from toppling over onto your face. He leant down to speak to you quietly, “That’s not why I brought you here.”

“Please,” you began, refusing to look up, too afraid to meet those dangerous, mesmerising eyes, “I- I- You probably want my dad!” you decided, trying to make sense of this—your father was the wealthiest man in New York State, and he had taught you since childhood that there would probably be some bad people who would try to hurt you to get to him. And he always told you he wouldn’t care. And so neither did you, “I swear to God I’ll take you to him—”

“You swear to me?”

You furrowed your brows, “What—”

“Darling,” he began, letting go of the chair, yet it still floated. He crouched in front of you, making you look up at him hesitantly, “I am your God.”

The chair suddenly disappeared, and you gasped as you fell forward into his arms.

“Say it,” he growled against your ear, “Say I am. Your. God.”

Your breathing erratic, you were willing to say whatever he wanted to here, “You- You are my God,” you said, defeated and very confused.

“You mean that, love?” he cocked an eyebrow, setting you up on your feet, his gaze so focused it seemed he could see right through your lie.

You paused in shock, and before you could answer, in yet another virescent flash you were beginning to think would eventually blind you, your chest was up against a wall with him pressed against your back, breathing deeply into your ear. Your heart pounded as you felt him get harder against you and you let out an involuntary whine, shocking yourself, even.

“Loki,” he breathed, his cool breathe against your neck in contrast with your rising temperature, “Is your God.”

Loki pressed his lips to your neck, not kissing, but managing to make you moan, and you felt him smirk against you, “Loki…” you whined, shifting to try get some friction between your legs, but he stopped you by gripping your thigh causing you to groan.

“Say…” he began sucking against your neck, and your breathing pace picked up as you tried to find the line between right and wrong, trying to remember how wrong this was, but, God, did it feel so fucking good.

“You are my God.”

#dark!loki #dark!loki x reader #dark loki #marvel yandere #yandere loki #yandere imagines #dark loki x reader #dark avengers #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #dark!avengers #dark!marvel

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