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dilfhos · 7 months

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CURE TO BOREDOM

#!WHO; KENMA KOZUME x fem!reader

#!CC; overstimulation and edging, timeskip kenma

But he’s gathered the gist; you’re sorry for bothering him, it won’t happen again, for him to ‘please please please’ give you what you want…!

Very rarely does Kenma leave you unsatisfied, as he’s always made sure to take care of your needs.

But sometimes he needed to take care of his as well and maybe that called for a couple hours to himself on the game. He usually has a lot on his plate day in and day out with work at his company. And you respect his desire for solitude. But sometimes, you just get so bored, so needy and touch starved.

There’s only so much watching the television and scrolling through your social media could do to sate your boredom. You even tried turning on your own game system, but after a while you grew tired of that too.

You peek down the hallway at the closed door on the left. It was the room Kenma deemed as his personal space. A separate bed, a gaming system, an entire desktop for his PC gaming needs.

There’s literally nothing more he could ask for. In the past he’d always make it known that when the door was shut, he was done for the day. It was an inexplicit way of telling you not to bother him. And while sometimes you got away with doing so, there wasn’t a say of how many more slip ups he would take from you.

He was lenient, yes, but there's no telling how far he’d allow you to continue.

You sigh, biting your lip. It seems your restlessness was becoming the best of you.

Wordlessly, you rise from your place on the couch and creep to the room he occupied. Your stomach flutters as your hand falls on the cool doorknob before turning it. From the small crack you see it's dark save for the harsh glare of the screen and the red wire lights that run across his desk. He has a pretty intricate set up going on, something he takes pride in for every dime dropped.

“Kenma,” You call him from the cracked door. Bright light spills from the hallway, mixing in with the lights in the room. He’s mumbling something into his mic; if he’s heard you, he doesn’t make it known. Frowning, you open the door wider causing more light to seep through and that’s when his fingers pause from their speedy mashing against the keys.

“Is there something you need?” He mumbles, a bit annoyed to have been interrupted. You make your way behind him, hands moving to his shoulders.

“I’m bored.” Your voice holds a suggestive lilt to it. The male is nothing short of perceptive as he knows all too well what you‘re implying.

“And I’m busy.” It's as if you don’t even hear him though. Instead, you brush back his hair giving you access to his neck where you nibble at the juncture between his collarbone and shoulder. Just subtly, you see his head tilt a bit and you smile against his skin. Your hand files down to the front of his body, running a teasing trail down between the planes of his chest and his abdomen. But before you could reach your desired destination, he grips your hand.

“I said I’m busy.”

“I just wanna…play,” Your voice softens at the last word when he turns and you meet his eyes, the usual bright gold is now a darker shade of amber, his black pupils nearly engulfing the color.

“Play huh? Alright,” He says softly. Because of your proximity, you could hear the low curses of his friend Tetsurō demanding his attention in the headset.

“Kuroo, I’ll have to resume this in a little bit. There’s something I need to take care of.” He releases your hand and you step back. But you don’t get that far because Kenma whips his chair around before yanking you by your arm. You squeal as you unceremoniously fall across his lap. He has a hand quickly situated against the small of your back, trapping you against him.

“Kenma!” You struggle to move but his hand only digs in further.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Not exactly, but you don’t get an opportunity to voice this as the hand on your back begins to move, trailing further down until he’s palming your ass. He massages the area as you whimper, stirring to alleviate the needy ache between your legs. He hums as he moves to pull against the waistband of your lounge pants, leaving your bottom half in nothing but your damp panties. His fingers immediately sought out the apex of your thighs, tutting when you try to clench them together.

“Don’t hide this from me. What, didn't you want me to play here?” The pads of his fingers brush up against the outline of your puffy lips, tracing the most delicate patterns against the fabric.

“Kenma…” You try and shift to reduce your discomfort as you're at a rather awkward position with the armrest digging against you. However, he’s not having it as his hand pinches at one of your ass cheeks.

“None of that.” He mutters, voice just loud enough for you to hear and send shivers down your spine. His touches are fleeting as he runs them up and down the seam of your lips. He hums as he then pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, unsurprised to find you utterly wet. Your thighs quiver as his fingers just barely brush up against you.

“Kenma please,” You mewl, giving you hips a little shimmy. He sighs before obliging, his fingers sinking into you. You sigh from the fullness of his long fingers and just barely he stretches them, spreading your walls a bit wider around him. His pace starts out slow and deliberate as he repeatedly sinks his fingers inside you. But in no time, he picks up the pace with every thrust, drawing out the most delicious cries from your lips.

“Kenma,” You whine, burying your head into the side of his leg. He ignores your whimpers as his dexterous fingers continue their assault, roughly thrusting and curling against your gummy walls. Each time, he’s hitting that spot within you, the one that has you seeing near stars.

In no time, your tummy tightens as you feel a sense of buildup.

You’re so close and already, it’s right there. It’s…

Kenma pulls away and you try to lift your hips up to follow but his hand is pushing you back against his lap. His hand grips one of your ass cheeks, spreading you before him as he leans over and dark golden eyes observe the way your cunt twitches around nothing.

After a moment, his fingers are roughly breaching your pussy again, twisting and thrusting with the same fervor as before. You’re keening against him, wanting to shy away from his ruthless digits but your body bows to his ministrations as before long, you're back where you were before. Your mind reels as he pulls away again just as your release is teetering on the very edge. So desperately do you want it to tip, allowing you to completely be washed under the pleasurable sensation.

“W-Why I-” Your body slumps back against him and you cry in frustration, knowing all too well what this particular game is. It’s one you dread.

“Why what? I’m simply giving you what you wanted. You said you were bored,” His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back at an uncomfortable angle.

“Are you still bored?”

“I-ahh!” His fingers glide down your puffy lips until he’s pressing up against your clit.

“Yes or no?” He hums.

“No!” You cry out as he continues to roughly circle your bud.

“That’s good,”

“Kenma, I want to-to…”

“Want to what?” He’s thrusting into you again and your back arches slightly as you ignore the pain from the position. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly as he watches you become an absolute mess, growing harder with every defeated cry you release from his little game.

By now, you’ve lost count at how many times he’s denied you of your orgasm, your mind going more blank by the minute. You’re panting and drooling and begging him, your apologies lost somewhere in the midst of your incoherent babbling.

But he’s gathered the gist; you’re sorry for bothering him, it won’t happen again, for him to please please please give you what you want.

But it sounds all too similar to the last promise you had made. But after some time, he indulges you as his fingers are rapidly hitting that spot over and over again with precision.

“Can you cum for me now?” There’s definitely no hesitance with the soft yet assertiveness of his voice and the edging up until that point. Right on cue with his words, you're whining as your walls tighten around him, signifying your release. At least you were obedient where it mattered now. He pauses as you bask in your afterglow of your much desired, satisfaction easing into you.

Your relief is short lived, however, because his fingers are moving again.

You gasp as you grip at his leg, your eyes blurring with the way his fingers roughly plunge back and forth into you. Squelching noises resonate throughout the space, paired with your whines of it being too much but it seems your comfort was far from Kenma’s mind.

His lips are set in a line now, his face deadpanned as his fingers continue their rapid pace in your sopping cunt. You're squirming from the overstimulation as a new pressure begins to arise from within.

Kenma releases your hair as his hand presses down against your back which has you pinned deeper against his knee where pressure is asserted on a specific part of your tummy. He holds you down with unparalleled strength as he shoves you toward yet another orgasm but this time it seems different. Something else was tugging at your loins, something that has new tears brimming over your lashes and your cries coming in short pleas.

“W-Wait Kenma!” He ignores you and your futile struggles.

“Kenma please, it’s too much! I’m-I’m gonna- Oh!” It hits you almost painfully. You come undone once again, this time, your juices spraying around his fingers. He keeps thrusting through your release, your juices sloshing around his relentless fingers as you're crying and jerking away from him. Satisfied, he finally slows until he stops, pulling his digits away from you.

You’re a whimpering mess as he releases you, allowing you to crumple to the floor. As you’re catching your breath, your body still twitching through the aftershocks, he’s licking his fingers clean of your juices.

“I’m going to get back to my game now,” He says before turning his chair away from you. Kenma sighs before picking up the headset.

“You know, you could’ve hung up?!”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

#haikyuu smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu #[ output—☆ ]

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Hmmm. I've got it!

Could I request headcanons of Epel, Riddle and Lilia (the short squad) with a s/o who's a tiny speedy powerhouse? Like their so small and petite but can pack a punch that can knock out a grown man and can run faster than the eye can see.

. . . BITE SIZED PUNCH!!

summary : the bowtie trio with a strong and speedy s/o !

pairings : Riddle Rosehearts , Epel Felmier , Lilia Vanrouge

genre : fluff , slight crack

cws/tws : fights and mentions of injury

a/n : I jus finished the lantern rite story in genshin and FUCK I cried for 10 mins, hope you enjoy the product of me trying not to fall asleep after crying <3

Riddle Rosehearts !!

Riddle probably didn’t meet you, or properly get to know you to be more accurate, until after his overblot. His impression on you for so long was just “small, most likely around my height, but very speedy”.

If you’re in Heartslabyul he most likely had you help around with more outdoor activities like cutting the hedges and gathering the hedgehogs since you can do more work and cover more ground.

But after officially becoming his s/o, that was when he discovered that GOSH you are strong.

He walked to a secluded hallway towards the library when he saw you getting picked on by a bunch of savanaclaw students, all of them double, no, triple your size.

Just when he was about to intervene you struck one of them up the chin and sent him flying.

Guy just stood there like 🧍‍♂️ the entire time.

“[Name], what in the Great Seven happened here!?” you heard him yelling from behind you and you thoroughly explained even if he witnessed the entire one sided brawl.

He helped you clean yourself up and take care of any injuries if you got any while giving you a VERY thorough scolding.

No matter how tired, exasperated, and angry he starts to sound while giving you a scolding, he doesn’t mean it. Although he cares about you and his’s reputations, they don’t come first to your safety and that’s Riddle’s number 1 priority.

The type to get EXTREMELY flustered when he complains about the once in a blue moon event of running late for class and you settle on picking him up off the ground and sprinting to each others’ classrooms.

Straight up almost blacks out on the spot, but both of you weren't late, so in the end he didn't complain <3

Epel Felmier !!

“YEAH, GET HIS ASS, [NAME].”

Your number 1 supporter when you (reluctantly) have to fight against a student.

WILL go feral once one of them seriously hurts you though. One of them could’ve just given you a scratch but Epel will return that tenfold for you.

I don’t think it needs to be said about how often you two get into scoldings with Vil and the punishments that occur.

So now you both settle with just doing heavy-lifting for events such as the VDC, mostly you though since Epel’s busy with performance practice.

When it was VDC season and his group had to pass by the stage where you worked to build, dude literally has to fight for his life not to become redder than the apples back at home when he sees you picking up the construction materials with ease.

Especially with Ace there 💀

As much as he wants to witness you fight even more he’d rather not get himself and you in any more hot water with Vil.

Definitely wants to help you and would rather spend his time working on the stage than all this dance practice, especially with you!!

If you pick him up and start running he’d be scared at first then start to enjoy the feeling of the wind hitting his face, carefree laughter belonging to you two filling wherever you are.

Sometimes, though, he gets jealous. He’s the same height and stature as you, but how are you stronger than him? You have to give him some reassurance or time alone based on his mood, but treat him to something after to not make him feel guilty over being jealous and to take his mind off those thoughts!

Lilia Vanrouge !!

You just surprise the old man every time you’re with him.

Like Riddle, Lilia didn’t have much of an opinion at you at first, you just kind of blended in the crowd for him before you both met.

But the first official time he saw you properly was during alchemy class when your cauldron was mere seconds away from exploding, you managed to pick it up and somehow toss it out the window.

Thankfully, it didn’t damage the sports field nor hit anyone, but you had to sit through a 2 hour lecture from Crewel because the two scenarios could’ve happened.

Malleus and Lilia were in the class with you and witnessed the entire spectacle, the smaller fae couldn’t help but babble on to the briar prince about how a tiny human could’ve picked up a cauldron that you were barely larger than, the only thing that Malleus said was how it reminded him of Lilia before letting him continue rambling.

The next day the tiny fae approached you for the first time, effortlessly making a conversation with you, and everything else that happened in the progression of your relationship is history.

He’s really amused as to how a human like you could even exist, you have no special blood right? Like ones of fae, beastmen, or mermen? No? Now you’ve just piqued his interest even more.

Your responses to his questions is just “I’ve just been like this since I was a child, maybe some things I did helped me build muscle”, and the interrogations continues.

After school Lilia likes having races with you, he soars through the sky while you ran as fast as you could on the ground. And to any student who knew of Lilia’s past (aka Silver, Sebek, and Malleus), they’d be in for a shock once they find out that most of the time it ended in a tie, even more if they were to witness one of those races for themselves.

Other students marvel at your strength but the diasomnia students pray to the Seven you’re strong enough manage to eat Lilia’s cooking.

If you do, the students look at you as if they’d made a scientific breakthrough, if you don’t, well they’re not surprised.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fluff #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #epel felmier x reader #epel x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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PATHETIC ROY OR JASON WITH READER PLEASE

I want theses men sobbing and moaning ‼️

Love you byw

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), dark fic, fem!villain!reader, dub con / reluctant consent, light bondage, sex pollen, mentions of violence and injuries, desperate boys, over the panties stimulation, teasing, little bit of foot/heel fetish, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HOW ABOUT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. i couldn’t help myself. i miss my boyos. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

you felt powerful.

no, that wasn’t true.

breaking men down was kind of your thing; you always felt powerful. but right here, right now, with Red Hood and Arsenal on their knees in front of you, you felt something else entirely.

you felt like a goddess.

your goons had outmanned, ambushed, beaten, and stripped them of their gear and weapons. then, dragged them, bound together back-to-back, their wrists cinched behind them, straight to you.

you swoon with impish glee remembering just how righteously they’d fought against your poison, even as it emanated from you, replacing your natural pheromones with something much stronger— impossible to resist. everyone always crumbled eventually.

the redhead had broken first, olive eyes glazing over when you pressed the stiletto heel on his thigh, and he leaned forward to nuzzle against your stocking-clad thigh. “Let me eat your pussy,” he’d moaned, eyelids heavy, tongue hanging out to trace the hem of lace where your thigh-his ended and your skin began. he had no idea that your pores oozed that same drug, and he collected a double dose on his tongue that dismantled his will. “Fuck.” he grunted when your crimson claws gripped unruly auburn at the roots and jerked his head back. the poor thing couldn’t even keep his eyes opened, but his hips bucked wildly, jabbing a rock hard cock with a swollen, red tip into the air wishing he could feel you wrap around him.

“You want my pussy, Arsenal?” you croon, pressed the sharp tip of your heel against his chest and press into it. your free hand slips along the zipper of your suit at the hip until the pieces flutter against your thigh like limp wings, and you allowed him to gawk at the skimpy strip of fabric that separated his mouth from what he really wanted. “Do you want to kiss my warm lips? Suck on my clit until I’m cumming all over your face?” he was nodding to each word, lapping at his own lips like a hungry mutt as your fingers delve down to rub against your panties, pulling them taut as you do so to show your shape through them, “Will you go crazy without a taste?”

Roy nods again, inching closer on his knees, and you plant your foot between his legs, so that he can rub his cock against your calf as he leans in. “Please,” he breathes out, husky and ragged, tongue hanging out of his mouth just begging for you to perch yourself upon it. “Please just fuckin’ give it to me!” you bite down hard on your lip, soaking a patch through your panties when you hear his voice break; was he on the verge of tears? driven so mad with lust that he was about to cry?

well, it would’ve just been rude for you not to give him what he wanted.

pushing his face down, you jut your hips and his countenance smashes against your clothed cunt— an audible and gurgling whimper rumbling from his lips. you watched his eyes cross, and roll back, as he smothered in your scent, his open mouth sucking and kissing at the damp fabric. you pulled on his roots, drawing in a sharp breath. “Work for it, Speedy,” you taunt, pushing harder to bob his head up and down between your thighs, your head drops back in ecstasy, “and I’ll let you drink my cum from the source—“

“Goddammit, Roy…” Red Hood mutters, his dark mop damp from sweat and still hanging forward. your brow quirks, and you tilt your head, running your free hand over his shoulder.

“Now, now,” you coo, scraping your nails over the firm muscle pads until you can hook your fingers around his throat and tilt his head back to look up at you. his eyes are hazy, and his lips are chapped, the bottom tier swollen from how hard he’d been biting down. there was also a split in the corner from where he’d taken a fist to it. also, almost to your surprise, when you stare down the length of him, you can watch his broad chest heave, sweat running down in racing ripples.

more than that, though, was his throbbing cock, hard and stabbing upwards towards his bellybutton. so, he hadn’t been able to fight it, after all. he was simply suffering in silence and hoping you didn’t notice. “There’s no reason to be jealous of him,” you purr, grabbing hold of his chin with your thumb delving into his mouth. his pupils blow themselves out, admitting his own defeat, and his slack lips allow your digit to prod, his tongue dancing over it as if welcoming you inside, as he fought to stare up into your eyes. “I’ve got plenty of uses for you both.” you lift your foot, balancing on one, and run the toe of your stiletto from his base to the pulsating tip.

Jason moans, his brows furrowing as if he wasn’t ready to give in, but his sex told a different story. “You wicked bitch, I’m gonna…” he gurgles, but you only giggle. he couldn’t even form his threat before he was leaning back against your thigh, eyelids heavy, rocking his hips to meet the gentle brush of your shoe over his length. just a couple of slow, butterfly strokes along the bottom of his shaft, before you bump the sensitive head and his release dribbles out with a slew of half-drunk curses spilling from his open mouth.

with Roy’s desperate grinding, he’d also dropped off along the way, cumming over your nylon stockings with a muffled whine of pure ecstasy, but the boys weren’t done yet. and they both seem to realize at once— when their cocks were still hard and aching. when their climax hadn’t satiated their lust, and they were only all the more sensitive.

“Oops, did I forget to mention?” you ponder, playfully sliding your fingers in at out of Jason’s whimpering mouth, and you grind against Roy’s to feel his nose bump against your clit; you mewl with impish glee, “Cumming only intensifies the poison, boys.” Jason squints, a helpless groan escaping between your fingers as his last stream spurts out on to the floor, and you lean over, as close to him as you could, to murmur, “And you two are going to be my favorite human sex toys— two obedient, unyielding cocks for me to use how I please, over and over again.”

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h0nology · 11 months

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For The Cameras

You have a crush on Pedro but he’s already taken…apparently

warnings: slightly shy reader, jealousy, cussing, talk of body image, kissing, slight bullying, implied smut minors dni

You were Pedro’s new assistant, how that happened, you really didn’t know. It was such a fast process, and now here you are, attending an award show with him. You guys arrived at the hotel earlier that morning and it’s been chaos ever since, you we’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off the entire day trying to make sure everything was in place.

“Tie or no tie?” Pedro asked everyone in the room, everybody responding with tie, but your mouth twisted at the sight of the purple tie with his suit.

“It adds a pop a color and matches Veronica’s dress.” His stylist had said.

Right, Veronica. Pedro’s bitchy supermodel girlfriend, the two honestly didn’t even look right together. She was a pretty girl, nice curvy body, long brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes but her personality was trash. You thought she was a terrible person, rude and bossy to everybody she came across. Hate is a strong word, but you were sure you hated her.

Pedro looks over at you, “What do you think?”

“Um…” You trailed off, “No tie.”

He slightly smiled, removing the tie from his neck. You watched as he smoothed out his jacket, you wished you could tell him how effortlessly handsome he is. This man could wear anything, and you’d be attracted to him, was this appropriate? No. But you couldn’t help but admire him in the all black suit, with the silk black shirt that he didn’t button up all the way. And his hands, and those rings. How’d you love for them to wrap around your throat as he f—

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Pedro’s voice snapped you out of your explicit thoughts.

“Oh!” You shook your head, regaining focus. You were still in your jeans and plain t shirt, “Y-yeah, I should.” You quietly chuckled.

Pedro looked at you for a moment, about to speak until his phone ringing gained his attention. You were able to sneak at glance at it before he picked it up off the table. Veronica.

“Hey, V.” He says, you wanted to cringe, “Ho-hold on! I can’t hear you.”

“Okay everybody! Give Mr. Pascal some time alone!” You took it upon yourself to clear the room, shooing for everyone to get out. Once everyone was out, you grabbed your things and went to follow after them.

“Hey!” Pedro calls out.

You spin on your heels and look at him with a questionable look as he stood with the phone to his ear, listening to whatever Veronica was saying.

“I can’t wait to see what you wear tonight.” He slightly smirked.

Your body froze. Was he talking to you? No, he can’t be. He’s talking to his girlfriend. Veronica. Maybe he had forgotten what he was going to tell you. Yeah, that’s it. You shot him a awkward smile before walking out of his hotel suite. You quickly made your way to your room, opening the door and throwing your things onto the bed. You took a speedy, hot shower and wrapped your towel around yourself as you entered the now freezing room. You only had an hour until the car was here to take Pedro and the rest of the little crew to the venue. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for your dress that you were wearing tonight. Once your finally got your hands on it, you threw it on the bed along with your shoes and mediocre accessories.

You sat on the edge of the bed and moisturized your body down, running your hands over your freshly shaved legs. You throw your towel across the room, sliding on your red lace panties, skipping putting on bra since it wouldn’t look right with your dress. You picked up the said dress and quickly slipped it on, you ran over to the mirror, smoothing out the silk black mini dress that had a little flare at the bottom. It hugged your body perfectly but was a tad bit short, it had stopped a little above your knees. You bite your lip, contemplating if you wanted to wear it or not. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, this is Pedro’s night. He was invited to the award show, not you. You’re just his assistant that had to tag along. You let out a loud sigh, going to look in your luggage but not finding anything that met the dress code.

“Oh, fuck it!” You slightly yelled as you saw the time, you quickly put on your necklace and earrings and slide on your red kitten heels.

You rush out your room and back over to Pedro’s suite, repeatedly knocking on the door.

“Pedro, the car is here to take you to the venue!” You talk through the door, “Pedro!”

Yeah, okay, you were a nervous wreck around the man, but you took your job seriously and one thing you hated was being late.

As you continued to knock, the door swung open, revealing Veronica. You hated to admit it but she looked beautiful, her dress was dark purple with beaded detailing and her long hair was now curled, and her makeup was gorgeous. She was gorgeous…until she opened her mouth.

“We heard you.”

You pursed your lips together, “Veronica! You look amazing.” You managed to say.

“Thanks! I know!” She smiles, “You ready, baby?”

“Yep!” Pedro appears from behind her, eyes locking on you immediately. He continued to smile as he looked you up and down, eyes scanning over your body.

“Great!” You clap, “Let’s go!”

The two walked out ahead of you and were met by Veronica’s security at the elevator, you were on and off within minutes and was now in the lobby, outside was already flooded with paparazzi.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!” You say as the doors opened and the lights started flashing.

You stood back and watched as the two walked out hand in hand, quickly posing for a few pictures before climbing into the SUV. You waited for the cameras to stop before you and the rest of the little crew walked outside to get into the car, you were surprised when a few flashes blinded you on your way out there. You and the rest of the crew climbed in, and the car took off.

The ride there consisted of you going over things with Pedro, whose eyes haven’t left you since you got into the car. Not really sure if he was actually listening to you, only nodding here and there but his eyes never left yours. You encouraged Pedro to take some behind the scenes photos for his Instagram, you snuck a few pictures in the process, knowing his fans loved off guards (and so did you). When you told him to take bts photos you meant of him and his girlfriend, maybe even some random shoe pictures, so when his camera was pointed at you, you were caught off guard. Awkwardly smiling as you sat there with your legs crossed.

“The woman who keeps me in check!” He says behind the camera, “Are you taking a video?” You nervously chuckled.

“Yes.” He continues to point the camera at you for a minute before panning it over to his manager who sat beside you, “My wonderful manager.”

“My beautiful, beautiful lady.” He turns the camera at Veronica, who blows a kiss at the camera, then finally turns it to himself, “And then there’s me.” He says into the camera before ending the recording.

The ride continued on for a little longer before you all arrived at the venue, cameras and fans swarming the car already. The security got out first, then Pedro who helped Veronica out, the crowd going crazy once they saw the two. You scooted your way out the car, Pedro offering you his hand, taken by surprise you skeptically took it and it seemed like once your hand was in his, the camera flashes went crazy. You quickly get out, quickly smoothing out your dress before being joined by his manager.

“Go on, Pedro.” They say, urging him to join Veronica who was waiting on him.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles.” You take his phone to hold it for him while he’s on the carpet, “And breathe, I got it.” He winks, before walking off to grab Veronica’s hand and entering the red carpet.

You and his manager trailed along, standing behind the cameras, watching as they walked along the carpet. Seeing the two actually made you sick to your stomach, but you had to pretend like you loved them on social media. You didn’t post Pedro on your account THAT much, but when you did you always included Veronica and how much the two were ‘couple goals’ even though you hated every bit of their relationship.

And you knew you shouldn’t be jealous, and that it wasn’t right. But you couldn’t help it.

After the carpet, day turned into night and it all was a bit of a blur. A lot was going on, you were once again trying to keep everything in order and trying not to lose your mind. Pedro had won an award for his role in his recent movie, that being said it was almost mandatory for him to attend the after party they had put together, and you just happened to get dragged along as well.

Anddd you were on picture duty again, snapping the night away. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t exhausted, you’d been running around since seven o’clock in the morning, it was now a little past midnight. You had your fun for a little bit but decided to call it a night once the clock hit one, calling for a ride back to the hotel, leaving Pedro to dance and party the night away.

Once you were back at the hotel and in your room, you plopped down onto the soft bed, letting yourself sink into the comforter. Another busy and stressful, yet successful day. You were so tired you didn’t even want to move, laying in the bed still fully dressed, staring up at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone, figuring you should make a few posts before officially calling it a night. You scrolled through your photos, favoriting the few of yourself that you had taken throughout the night and some of Pedro while he was on the carpet and the stage accepting his reward. You quickly put a collage together on your Instagram story, adding the pictures of yourself, some scenery and Pedro.

“amazing night tonight! & big congrats to @pascalispunk for well-deserved win. remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!! ❤️”

Some likes to your story trickled in, some replies, fan accounts already reposting the pictures of Pedro you had taken. You were about to shut your phone off until a familiar username popped up at the top of you screen, you clicked it almost immediately.

“Come celebrate with me, beautiful 🥂”

“Don’t you think you celebrated enough tonight?” You replied.

“Never enough. Come to my room.��

And just like that you weren’t even tired anymore, your body pumping with adrenaline. Oh, but this was wrong, this was so wrong. You work for him, he’s your boss, he has a girlfriend! Why isn’t he celebrating with her?! The voice in your head screamed no but your feet were already headed towards the door, leaving your room and making your way to his. As you approached, your heart started to beat out your chest. You lightly knocked on the door, taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“I was wondering if you’d come.” The door swung open, he stood there with his shirt untucked, missing his suit jacket and a few more buttons unbuttoned.

“Of course.” You smile, walking into the room.

“I didn’t get to party with you last night.” He says from behind you.

“Well, I–it’s really not my job to party with you.” You tell him, “How come it’s not?” He asks.

“I’m your assistant, Pedro.” You half laugh, “I’m here to assist you.”

“Then you assist me by partying with me next time.” He grabs a bottle of champagne off the table, “You do good at your job, and I thank you for that. But just relax for now, celebrate with me.” He pours the liquid into a glass, “Here.”

You take the glass from him, “Thanks.” You take a sip, “Cheers to you.”

“Cheers.” He says as he takes a sip as well, leaving the room quiet for a while until he spoke up again, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Your cheeks heat up at the comment, taking another, much larger sip of your wine. Looking around at everything else other than his eyes that were locked on you.

“Thank you…”

“Every day, really.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to him right now. Where is all of this coming from? What is he even talking about right now? How was he over here calling you beautiful when he had the hottest supermodel girlfriend! Half of the time your hair is messy and you’re running around sweating in sweatpants.

“Mr–.” You say, in a warning tone, “Pedro.” He cuts you off.

“Pedro.” You corrected yourself, “I-I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered but…Veronica…”

As much as you wanted to entertain this, run with it and let him feed you compliments it just wasn’t right. And you weren’t that type of girl. You weren’t about to be the hot talk of the internet for being a home wrecker.

“What about Veronica?”

“What do you mean what about her? She’s your girlfriend! Your hot, supermodel girlfriend! I’m your assistant, why are you sitting here trying to flirt with me when you have her?!” You stood from your seat, placing your glass on the table.

Pedro began to laugh and all you could do was stare at him with a blank face.

“You’re laughing?!”

“Veronica is not my girlfriend. She’s only my girlfriend for the cameras.” He tells you.

“What? No, no. Don’t lie.” You shake your head, “Why do you two act like that when the cameras aren’t around?!”

“Nobody is allowed to know; I couldn’t even tell you. We have to act like a couple around everybody.” He further explains, “It’s all a contract, just a messy publicity stunt.”

“You two sure as hell are doing a great job.” You muttered, crossing your arms.

All those times you had been jealous...for nothing!

“We’re actors, it’s what we do.” He shrugs, cocky smile on his face.

“You’re an actor, she’s not.”

“Trust me, she is.” He says, “She doesn’t live the way you think.”

“Okay, so what? You’re telling me all this why?!”

“I see the way you look at me, how you act around me. I read people well.” He starts, “And I’m certain you feel the same way about me, how I feel about you.”

“And how is that?”

He didn’t answer you, only walking closer to you. Closing the gap between you two, you quietly gulp as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes for a moment. You caught yourself leaning forward, eyes fluttering shut and before you know it his lips were on yours, taking your breath away.

“Does that answer your question?” He says as he pulls out the kiss, hand still underneath your chin.

part two??

#pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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imeternallylove · 11 months

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Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,”

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

#multiverse of madness #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange one shot #stephen strange one shot #marvel fanfiction #stephen strange #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #mcu x reader #doctor stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #imeternallylove

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Right Through Me

pairing: riri ✘ black!reader

summary: turns out riri can't hide behind her usual wall of cocky-ness when it comes to you. (requested by @szalipcombo)

word count: 2490

contains: fluff, lots of flirting, anti rich white kid propaganda

tags: @verachii @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @nil-eena

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this was really cute. i was kinda giggling the whole time. i hope i was able to do this justice, and i hope the person who requested likes it. enjoy <33

You had one thing on your mind as you practically sprinted across campus: food. It was freezing, you were starving, and your friend Riri was nowhere to be found. If you were honest, going M.I.A was one of her many gifts. And you were fine with it, usually, unless it interfered with your consumption of food. Which it did, right now.

She’d texted you about grabbing dinner after your last class, and your response was a speedy yes. But now she wasn’t replying, and you wanted to scream. You made it your mission to head right over to her garage to yell at her, then you were going to drag her by her cornrows to the nearest restaurant.

“Nah, Ima need my money right now actually.” You were about to cross the street when her voice made your ears perk up. One thing was clear to you after following the familiar sound: Riri was annoyed. It was never hard to tell when she was; she never hid it. “I told you my prices go up the longer you take to Venmo me.”

“Look man, I’m sorry.” She snatched the guy’s phone and sent the money to herself before shooting a fake smile his way. You couldn’t help your light chuckle and head shake at the sight of her in action. When she turned to leave, she spotted you, and you waved. That fake smile morphed into a genuine one as she jogged over to where you stood.

Riri stopped in front of you, beaming. You pulled her in for a hug, saying your hellos, before jokingly punching her shoulder.

“Ouch?” She laughed, rubbing the spot where you hit her, and you rolled your eyes.

Crossing your arms, you squinted at her, letting her know she was in trouble. “And was that why you didn't respond to my texts? Cause you was going at it with them white kids?”

“These white kids messing with my money, and you know that's one thing I don't play about. But I apologize, I should've responded to you.” She threw her hands up in defeat and you smiled, happy for the win.

“Come on, let's go get your mind off white people and get some food in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Riri dipped her head, grinning shyly at your words as you looped your arms together. “Man, whatever.”

Her statement implied annoyance, but you knew better. You’d known Riri for a few months, and she was probably the most entertaining person you knew on campus. Being around her always came with a laugh or two hundred. You enjoyed her presence, her energy was infectious. You liked infectious.

“Yeah, I'll just get the same thing as her, but with fries instead.” You reached for your wallet, but her soft palm blocked your hand. The contact sent a surge of something up your arm and down your spine, making you shudder.

When you looked over at her, a half-smile was lingering on her lips as she paid the man behind the counter without a word. You exhaled softly, biting back a smile of your own.

You decided to dine in, since it was cold as balls outside, and your stomach was doing somersaults inside you. There was no way you would wait until you returned to your dorm to eat.

“I'm telling you, these rich white kids work my last nerve. Pissing me off every damn day, like bruh just gimme the money when I do your shit. It's not that hard of a concept to grasp. But they wouldn't have to pay me to do their homework if they could grasp simple concepts.” Listening to her rant made you smile a little. She always got so worked up, understandably, and you found it cute.

You popped a fry into your mouth, and her eyes trailed your movement as her rambling continued. “You are single-handedly carrying everybody's academic careers on your back. Everyone wants a piece of that mega genius brain of yours, I think it's hot. They wantcha girl.”

“Shut up.” Her little giggle and blush were the cutest combo, and it was the reaction you wanted. When she was wound up like this, you always made it a point to make her smile. You liked her smile, a lot.

“Speaking of your brain…” She quirked an eyebrow at your statement, ready to protest whatever you were about to ask her.

Riri shook her head, and you laughed. “Ima gone head and pass on that, thank you.”

“But you don't even know what I was gonna say.” She rolled her eyes when you frowned.

Her hand gesture signaled for you to continue and you clapped. “Sooo I need you to help me study for my Physics final. Please, pretty please?”

“Sooo that's a no.” Riri scoffed before sipping her soda. She looked at you amused as if your question was somehow funny. “You think I got time for that? I have my own finals to study for ma, like seriously you're funny.”

“But do you really need to study? You can do all them finals with your eyes closed. Some of us are not as smart as you.”

Riri studied you, contemplating, brown eyes wandering your face. You felt the desire to shy away from her stare. The way she watched you before biting her lip made you anxious. “I mean yeah, it's not like I’m stressed about them or anything. I'm gonna pass, I know that.”

“See, you're such a lil smarty-pants! And that's why you should help me.” You pouted, and she sighed with a gentle smile. She shook her head, eyes still locked on you.

A broad grin spread across your face, knowing she would give in. The pout did it every time. You took note the first time it worked, and it's been your secret weapon ever since, sitting on your hip like a loaded gun — ready to be drawn if need be.

“What I tell you about calling me lil, see now ion even wanna help you no more.”

You chuckled. “But you are little, my little Riri. And you're a smarty-pants. Put them together, what do you get?”

You could tell she was fighting a smirk and it only made yours brighter. Your ears grew hot as you watched her, waiting on that inevitable yes.

“I'll help you I guess,” She spat with faux irritation. “Gotta go track down another one of these rich assholes, then I'm all yours.”

Your stomach buzzed as you took the last bite of your sandwich, it was hungry for something else — someone else.

The pair of you stood up to throw away your trash before heading outside. You hugged her goodbye and watched her trudge off in the frosty air. Shoving your mittened hands into your coat pockets, you couldn't hide your thrill, your smile was borderline teeth-shattering as you walked back to your dorm. Thoughts of being alone with Riri always made your insides disgustingly gooey, but you liked the feeling. You liked her.

•••

The sound of knocking at your door was one you’d been waiting on for about an hour. Riri was finally here, and so was that familiar dip in your stomach. Upon opening the door, you were instantly disappointed. A short girl was standing at your door, but it was not Riri Williams. You stared at the stranger confused.

“Uh, can I help you?”

“Yeah. Do you know Riri Williams?” You opened your mouth, but Riri spoke before your words came.

“Who are you?” She eyed the blonde girl blankly, tucking her phone in her back pocket.

The girl fumbled around in her bag for a few seconds before shoving a piece of paper toward Riri. “Um, I have to build this robotic arm by tomorrow.”

A glare containing the drippings of anger, irritation, and bewilderment consumed Riri’s features, and she shot it straight toward the girl standing in front of her. She grew paler as she watched Riri’s face contort. Even you felt a little unnerved at the sight. You knew Riri had been stressed all day, and there was no denying that this random girl was fanning a fire she lacked the means to put out. You felt no desire to help her either, you only stood in your doorway watching it all unfold.

“You just saying words at this point, cause ion know what you talking bout. Like why are you here, and if you're looking for me, why are you at my friend’s door?” Her tone was low and measured. She was trying her best not to raise the octave in her voice, but it was a struggle.

The girl cleared her throat, stepping back a little bit. Smart. “T-The arm. I–”

“And you can’t do that shit yourself?”

Her response was a stuttered mess, “A guy in my class told me you could help. I went to your room, but you weren’t there. Someone in the hallway told me I should come here because they said you’re always here. I just need it done by noon tomorrow, I can pay.”

Inappropriate as it might've been, given the scene before you, you couldn’t help but grin at the idea of others knowing Riri was always at your dorm. When they thought of her, you came to mind also. You two were a pair in the heads of others. And there it was again, that stomach dip.

“Look, I don’t know what guy told you to show up to my dorm, or who told you to come here, but that ain’t how this works. You gotta go to the website. And even still, I can’t help you anyway. I have more important things to be doing tonight.” Riri gave the girl a last once over and walked straight into your room.

You mumbled a quick sorry before closing your door and pressing your back against it. Riri had made herself comfortable on your bed, scanning over your notes, and you smiled. Her beauty still left you in awe, no matter how many times you saw her face and those pretty eyes.

“Is helping me study the important thing you have to do tonight?” You cheesed at her, watching her lift her nose out of your textbook.

“Huh?” All of that agitation melted away the moment she looked at you. Her eyes were softer now, more patient.

Pushing off the door, you strode toward her. “You told that lil white girl you have better things to be doing.”

“Ah. Well, helping you is more important than doing her work for her.”

You scooted into the spot beside her, shoulders brushing and breaths stuttering. “Well, ain't I lucky? Riri Williams turning down rich kid money to help me for free? Never woulda guessed it.”

“Bruh.” She grimaced nervously at you, and you chuckled.

The two of you spent the next hour reviewing the concepts you didn’t understand, and Riri broke them down for you. She gave you as many details as she could and quizzed you to make sure you really understood. Hiding the pride she felt when you got the answer correct was hard; you caught her smile each time. Pleasing her was always something you found yourself desperate to do, you enjoyed it.

Your eyes fixed on her mouth as she detailed something, you were no longer paying attention to the work; you only wanted to study her. Her cute nose, her full lips, the way she chewed on the pen cap when deep in thought. Seeing her mind whir up close was truly fascinating. Gears turning, wheels spinning; it was all audible from where you sat.

“You're the smartest person I know.” Your words were a whisper, and they climbed up her neck. You witnessed her shiver before she spoke.

Riri blushed sheepishly, huffing a small laugh. “Stop it.”

It was apparent your constant mention of her intelligence made her flustered, so obviously, you kept doing it. Flustered looked fantastic on her. Riri was on guard at all times, seeing her soften a little was truly an amazing sight. Seeing her soften for you — that was indescribable.

“I mean it. I really don’t know what I would do without you.” You simpered at her, bumping your shoulder into hers.

She closed the book and sat it on the floor. “Probably fail.”

Her response was a poor attempt at masking her trembling fingers and the way she was avoiding your eyes. “You’re right.”

“Starting to think you only want me for my mind, ma.” Steady were her words, and she exhaled before finally turning to face you. Deep eyes housing nothing but tenderness and care. She saved that for you alone.

You scooted closer, and she flinched a bit. “It's a perk, for sure.”

“Oh is it? Why is that?” Riri tilted her head to watch you, eyes traveling your body in search of a tell that would hint at where your thoughts were leaning. You gave her no such grace.

Pushing up, you straddled her lap, placing your legs on either side of her. Another exhale, this one long and shaky. “I like how your mind works. You're so intricate when you think, it's sexy.”

Riri rested her head on the wall, letting you tug her hands to your hips. “Sexy?”

“Mhmm.”

“Don't think I've ever been called sexy by anyone else before.” Bless her attempts to feign confidence. Nothing was working, her uneven breathing gave it all away. She was suffering under you, and you reveled at the thought.

“Good. Let's keep it that way.” Your murmur was as sweet as they came and she blinked up at you. Her eyes said everything her lips were scared to. You smirked when she broke your stare, knowing you had her right where you wanted her.

Riri squeezed your waist, and you lurched. Her own smirk broke free then. “You’re on top of me right now.”

You looked down to where your thighs hung over hers, then back at her. “Would you look at that, I am in fact on top of you right now.”

You fell into your satin pillows and rolled to face her as she did the same. Brown eyes drank you in. Riri pushed your curly bangs out of your eyes, presumably to see them better. “I don’t know how you do it, but you always manage to bring out the best parts of me, parts I try to hide. I usually take pride in being unreadable, but you see through all my bullshit.”

“I’ll never tell that secret baby. If I do, how will I get you to do whatever I want, whenever I want?”

Her grin was as big as yours as you ogled each other through half-lidded eyes, the thumping in your chest an echo of her own. It lulled you both off to sleep — mind cluttered with dreams of her.

#riri williams x black!fem!reader #lyricswriting #riri williams x fem!reader #riri williams x black!reader #myworks #ironheart x black!reader #ironheart x reader #riri x black!reader #wakanda forever #riri williams #ironheart #iron heart #black panther #dominique thorne

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lottiecrabie · 11 months

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You should write a threesome with Matty and another girl 🫰🏻 do what u want with this

for my bi girls out here<3 same<3

matty sits on the chair, breathing harshly as he watches you. your legs are spread open, olivia kneeling between them, tongue rubbing at your clit expertly. your eyes roll back with a moan before you remember to keep them open. you look at matty, lips parted with a whine that never seems to end, holding onto the girl’s hair as your hips roll into her face.

‘does it feel good, pet?’ matty says. he tries to act put together, but his voice betrays, low and rough and breathless.

you nod. ‘yeah. feels so fucking good.’ as though to prove it, olivia thrusts her fingers into you, curling them just so. a scream comes out of you— you bite your tongue, rolling your head on your pillow.

matty tsks. ‘i wanna hear you.’

you exhale out, trying to gain control of yourself, legs kicking wildly. olivia looks up at you, teasing and smug, like she’d eat you through the core if she could. she seems on a mission to; she fucks her tongue in, circling your clit with a finger next.

it’s different than matty. tongue not as long, fingers not as tough. quicker, but not as hard. she’s smooth and silky, and when she kisses you there’s a taste of strawberry lipgloss that sticks to your mouth.

you taste her when you lick your lips, moaning out her name, brushing her wild strands back as she doubles in speed. your legs buzz with ecstasy. it climbs up your limbs, rapacious, hungry to tear through your muscles. pleasure builds in your belly— olivia presses it knowingly.

‘fuck,’ you scream, tugging her hair with a vice grip. ‘oh, my fucking fuck.’

the pleasure is so intense, swallowing you, pushing back from inside. you feel like a thin layer of skin, existing as nothing but flesh.

your eyes find matty. he’s devouring you with a dark stare, taking in your panting tits, your flexed belly, your shaky legs. your flushed face, sweaty and fucked out. god, you love him.

it feels like too much all of a sudden. him and her— it’s vertiginous.

‘matty,’ you moan, reaching a hand out. ‘can i— can i feel you?’

he’s up in an instant, practically running to the bed. sitting beside you, you rest your head on his lap. his presence immediately grounds you. a hand brushes through your hair.

‘you’re doing so good,’ he assures. ‘you’re so good for us. isn’t she, olivia?’

olivia emerges out of your thigh, chin slick. ‘so fucking good. the best girl.’ you nod, slack. ‘taste so sweet,’ she adds with a groan, diving back in with abandon.

‘are you gonna come?’ matty asks you, adventuring a hand down to your breasts, twisting it with learned expertise.

you moan, wrinkling your face in pleasure. ‘yes!’

‘yeah?’ matty breathes, rough fingers falling down your body until it finds your clit. he rubs at it in the rhythm you’ve come to worship. hot euphoria drips down your ribs. olivia grips your thighs with two hands, keeping you wide open for the two of them. ‘gonna come for us?’

they work together. olivia with a speedy tongue, warm and wet between your thighs. matty with a knowing hand, calluses circling your bundle of nerves. pressure builds and builds, pumping through your limbs until you’re not quite sure they even exist.

your head rolls back on matty’s knees. you hold his hand and her hair, screaming out their names as your climax breaks through the daze. everything in you tenses, then releases, falling back on the bed as you shake.

‘fuck,’ you breathe.

again, matty caresses you hair. you smile up at him, happy and fucked out. ‘you were wonderful, love,’ he assures, sickly sweet.

olivia climbs up your body, kissing you with a wet tongue. she doesn’t like strawberries anymore; she tastes like you.

matty unbuckles his belt as olivia kneels above your head. ‘are you gonna be good again?’

#i just think Women yk #blurb #ask #smut

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skellymom · 3 months

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Possible "Vagabonds" fan fic future excerpt

With a eulogy to "Tiggy" the Space Doggo

For reference, this might possibly fit in a future installment for my ongoing series "Vagabonds" To read for more context:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

There is an extremely personal message at the end of the excerpt. Been sitting on this news for several weeks and needed to get it out. Opened my word document to find this excerpt. Had written it MONTHS ago. So here goes:

Warning: Very brief violence and talk of death.

Background: Wrecker and Tech are on the Marauder with the newest group of child refugees they rescued from the Empire. Unfortunately a nosy pirate looking for a bounty reward sneaks aboard. (Hunter and Echo are away on the Dread Beldame with Mad, Sil, and Love.)

The pirate advanced on the crew of the Marauder, pointing his weapon and threatening everyone aboard. Several of the children started to cry out of fear.

“Ehh, you’re scarin’ the kids!” Wrecker angrily pushed back.

The pirate smiled creepily, licking his lips.

Tech kept his cool, quietly watching the situation. He looked like he was waiting for...something.

“Whattaya lookin’ at, ya goggle eyed Gungan?” The pirate snarled.

“Your speedy demise.” Tech sassily quipped.

The toddler pointed to the dark brindled shadow quietly creeping up behind the pirate, “Tiggeee Goggeee.”

Tech stoically gave the command: “Ra’mor!”

She was upon the pirate in a flash. Took him down by the back of his neck, shaking furiously. He didn’t last long. Wrecker grimaced and grabbed the toddler in his arms while pushing the rest of the children behind him, shielding them from the sight.

“Let slanar!” Tech barked.

Tiggy released the mangled pirate.

“Briik laam.”

Tiggy immediately ran to and healed at Tech’s left side, clacking her pearly teeth excitedly.

“Jate Tiggy. Wrecker, please dispose of the body immediately. As far away from the ship as possible.” Tech held his hands out for the toddler, which Wrecker dutifully handed over.

“Awww...I ALWAYS get the dirty work!”

“Wrecker, you are the best man for this job. Remember, no shallower than 6 feet. We don’t want his companions to find him. Come children...we are safe now.”

"Tiggy" was based on my Amish rescue "Petunia" I obtained from work. For those of you who don't know, I am a certified veterinary nurse and work at a 24 hour veterinary ER. She came to us sick and injured at 4 WEEKS old.

Attacked by her own mother and possibly needing corrective surgery for necrosis of that wound, it looked dire. The Amish don't spend a lot of money if they don't think they can recoup the investment. Her heavily infected wound burst open all over my scrubs. She was TINY and helpless. I couldn't say no.

We kept her until she was a year: paid for medical care, orthopedic surgery, vaccines, meds, training, spay surgery, the works. Unfortunately, due to her being a high drive Dutch Shepherd, we could not keep her. This breed is known for their mercurial nature and sometimes aggression. I knew there was a VERY slight chance we could keep her, especially with 2 geriatric dogs in the household. She wasn't my first rescue, either. Petunia spent time at a shelter for police and military dogs, and was evaluated for bite work. Unfortunately, she passed from the wave of respiratory "Doggie Covid" that is sweeping the US right now. With some dogs medical treatment works...with some...they don't rally from the infection. We feel sick about this and sadly miss "Looney Petunia."

She now lives on in a galaxy far, far away. Love rescued her and she fiercely defends that Force sensitive teen, their family, and The Batch. She will forever track prey with Hunter, ride on Wreckers shoulders, snuggle with Omega, lay at Crosshair's feet while he polishes his rifle, listen dutifully to Tech's commands...and steal Echo's prosthetics.

She LOVED to watch TV too!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #oc tiggy #tiggy doggie #vagabonds fan fic #vagabonds fan fiction #skellymom #tech rockin' those dog training commands #tiggy the fur missile #eulogy to my dog #in memoriam to my rescue dog

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Just a little thought for your sweet Sunday prompt, don’t worry if it’s not the sort of thing you want. Kind, soft old fashioned gentleman Steve looking after the reader when she’s having a particularly bad time of the month. I love that man so much and I adore how you write him.😍

Fair warning: this gets sweet but sooooooooo deep after the feels. I went overboard on the semi-angst because periods and (my) life sucks. Steve's just so magical, that bastard....

Hour seven of cramping and you contemplate just giving up and heading to bed. You look over to the clock.

20:23

No way. Too early. You can wait one hour more until another dose of painkiller.

Except now you're out of snacks and either have to watch only half a movie or search for a TV show.

There's a knock at the door, and why someone checking on you makes you want to cry is beyond you. You just do want to cry. You don't want to explain WWIII in your uterus; you want ice cream, dammit.

"I bought three kinds," Steve announces, using his foot to close up behind him, arms covered in grocery bags like a pack mule. "Four if you count the sandwiches."

When he finally looks up, he stalls seeing you curled into the couch, covered in thick blankets, a pillow squished harshly to your chest, and tears brimming in your eyes.

His eyes soften. "Hun," he whines, dropping his arms, "you could have texted me."

You shake your head before tucking it into the pillow. "Not gonna bother you," you mumble through fabric.

"That bad, huh?"

Steve doesn't need an answer though. He's speedy in the kitchen while you scroll absently through Netflix. You still have no clue what to watch.

He returns to your side with a bowl: one scoop of every flavor capped with an entire ice cream sandwich...minus one bite.

"Sorry," he winks, "boyfriend tax."

Steve's cute when he's cheeky, and he knows it.

"That's a big bite, mister."

He shrugs, simply adding, "inflation."

Another sharp pang hits you above the hip, one so brutal and deep you hiss. He asks about medicine, if you'd like hot tea or chocolate, and what else he can do. There's nothing. Just another pang before the other even recedes.

Concern falls off his face suddenly, and Steve holds up a finger before hurtling over the back of the couch.

He comes back but sits on the floor with his hand out. "Foot, please," he adds, brandishing a pair of your fuzziest socks.

"One sec," you groan and clutch the bowl tighter. You can't lift your leg until the cramp stops. You watch Steve school his face with patience instead of sadness.

Some months are worse than others, and Steve doesn't like unpredictable things. Even though he's patient. Even though he rolls with the punches. He will never get used to seeing his best girl in pain, and so most of the time, you hide it from him. You've trained yourself to play it off like it's nothing more than a temporary stomach ache, but this one is bad. You cannot play off this month.

You drank as much water as you could handle. You peed every twenty minutes and cleaned up every time as if it would matter. You want to shower every hour, but that would be just as useless. You'll feel gross and bloated no matter what.

You should feel so pampered and loved when Steve gently slips the soft sock over your heel. You should be happy beneath his gorgeous, blue, adoring gaze. You should not start crying into your confection. It's not salted caramel, for christ's sake. Get it together.

Which, of course, you can't do.

You can't stop any of it, and then you're happy you can't stop it because then he might stop. Somehow Steve only becomes more doting as you shovel ice cream in like air. He sneaks another bite of sandwich to make you smile. Somehow smiling makes the tears come faster. He peels away some blankets and the pillow, politely waiting until the spoon clinks against empty china. Somehow he wrestles you into his lap and hugs.

The firm grip he puts you in is soothing like a weighted blanket, tighter than you can wrap against your own gut, and it feels so good. He curls around you as you were curled in the cushions, a universal pressure, a universal peace.

"You want to watch a comedy or a nature documentary?" His voice rumbles against your back.

"Neither."

His chin pokes your cheek with a questioning hum.

"Tell me about your day," you reply, sighing, letting your whole self lean into Steve even though you feel swollen and grumpy.

He squeezes a little firmer around you, waiting to feel more tension drain from you. "Well, Sam complained that I was heavy again."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he had to lift me ten stories higher between buildings."

You scoff. "My god, how hard can it be?"

"I know, I know," he mutters, "I'm light as a feather. Practically lean."

"Yeah," you finally smile. "Go on. Have another ice cream sandwich, you skinny boy."

His chuckle rattles behind you. "Only if we can share...then I'm thinking a hot bath and more of this--" he cuddles up closer "--if you're game."

"Just a minute longer," you beg in a whisper before adding with more strength, "you still haven't told me about Sam and Bucky's latest tiff."

#ro answers #sweet sunday asks #steve rogers fic #steve x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #fluff #hurt/comfort #steve rogers hurt/comfort #fluff and romance #fluff and feels #angst with a happy ending #light angst

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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Okay so here’s an Aurelia & Maegor drabble. 18+ only please. There is major dub-Con. It’s Maegor Targaryen...so...yeah. BE WARNED.

Aurelia hated his smell, the way his coarse hands felt on her body, she hated everything about Maegor Targaryen. The hatred she felt for him was hidden now, for she learned what would happen if she made it known. She could still feel the phantom aches throughout her body when Maegor did his husbandly duty on their wedding night many months ago.

Since then he hadn’t been as violent with her but he wasn’t soft either, not really. A man like Maegor could never be like that, not even to Aurelia who was his favorite out of his wives…or so he would say. He had a funny way of showing favoritism.

The ruby gemstone necklace he’d so generously given her felt more like a collar. She wasn’t allowed to take it off, which had been an order from him. He always wanted her to have it on, especially when he took her to bed. Tonight would be no different.

Her cruel husband wasn’t even supposed to visit her tonight. It was Tyanna’s turn to entertain Maegor but during dinner he made a brisk announcement that he would be visiting Aurelia instead.

Aurelia hadn’t missed the way Tyanna’s face twisted, the hold on her goblet tightening so much she was surprised it hadn’t cracked. Everyone noticed her anger, aside from Maegor who instead had his hungry eyes on Aurelia.

That same look in his violet eyes was there when he barged into her chambers. He said nothing to her as he practically threw her onto the bed, turning her so that her hips were up and her face rested on the pillows. She heard him take off his clothing before he ripped apart her dress.

Then without properly preparing her, Maegor shoved himself inside her. Aurelia’s scream was a silent one, and the few tears that did escape her were absorbed by the pillows. It seemed tonight her husband was too eager to get inside her, as shown by his uneven and speedy thrusts that were being guided by his large hands on her hips.

Thankfully for Aurelia it only lasted as long as counting to forty in her head. Foolishly she thought that was it but to her horror he turned her back around to face him. She much preferred when he took her from behind, at least that way she wouldn't have to see his face.

“Say you love me.” Maegor growled, staring down at her with his violet eyes. He eyed the ruby gemstone that lay above her breasts before looking into her eyes. Unfortunately for her, he didn't give her time to answer and he started thrusting inside her. His hands pinned her own above her head, making her feel more defenseless. His thrusts were fast, deep, and overall brutal. Though it was nothing like her wedding night it still pained her.

Aurelia held back tears as she gave him a smile she perfected over the months since marrying him. “I love you.” She falsely declared. It was convincing enough because he was then smashing his lips to her own, biting her lower lip until it bled. She told herself a bloody lip was better than him choking or slapping her.

Aurelia looked up at the canopy while Maegor continued rutting into her. His groans made her want to frown but she fought to keep the smile in place. There wasn’t much else she could do but hope he’d finish soon and that he wouldn’t want to bed her a third time tonight. She was already sore, and although his seed hadn’t taken root in her yet after all these months she still didn’t want to risk it.

Maegor was desperate for an heir, but Aurelia didn’t want to be the one to bring an innocent child into this mess. However if she did end up pregnant she’d do more than give fake smiles and falsely declare her love for Maegor. She’d leave this hell of a place. Somehow Aurelia would leave because no child should grow up knowing Maegor as their father.

Aurelia kept thinking this even after Maegor finally spilled his heavy load inside her.

#my heart my body my soul #aurelia martell #maegor targaryen #smut #dub-con #angst #I hate Maegor even more after this #oc

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jaxxsoxxn · 1 month

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you got more of NSFW Headcanons of Flasharang 👌💋

Oh boy, do I! ;] (hcs from before in chronological order: normal, nsfw, spicy, normal)

Boomer absolutely loves Barry's thighs - bites them the most. Flash has to sometimes just wack his head away because "I have to run tommorow, Digger!" but usually he let's him go at it.

They'd be the worst in a threesome - their jealousy and need to touch would make it horrible for the third person unless they're a voyeur.

Talking about voyeurism - even when none of em have enough patience for just watching, after some "worse" fights, Barry would just tie Boomer to the bed and make him watch get himself ready/finger him without letting him touch. Digger fights him only for a few minutes, before softly begging and being like "doll... Ya know I didn't mean it-" man's thinking he's slick lmao

Flash would absolutely fight til grave that he's not even a little sadistic - but he also definitely enjoys just not letting Boomer do anything, leaving him at his mercy.

One day he decided to just check every tattoo Digger has, maybe while using his mouth. Boomer absolutely curses him and his entire "Speedy goddamn bloodline".

Also, Barry likes to notice every small thing, so Digger can hide his more sensetive areas only for that long. Boomer's sure that he hid them well enough, until his fav Flash stabs him with his fingers slightly under his ribs and makes him choke on his spit.

Digger, who will also fight this violently til death, adores working for getting shit - like, of course you can open him up if you'll beg nicely.

Getting Barry ready is Boomer's fav part of topping him - if he can eat him out before? Even better.

One time he just spits at Barry's hole and gets a concussion right back, after he jolts and kicks him in surprise with superspeed, almost throwing him across the room.

Talking bout rimming, Digger always acts like it's the biggest embarrassment ever when he's on the reviving side - he will fight tooth and nail, just to curl his toes five seconds later like a little bitch.

Flash's a rider and them thighs are definitely working overtime. He's also the one bringing snacks and water after a longer session - Digger might give him few snack bars, but he's usually not as concerned about himself, which he should be.

Boomer's not actually a crier! So when he starts tearing up the first time mid sex, he can't help himself not to stop Barry, so he can "deal with it."

Barry is absolutely down to just stopping fully and helping him with it, but he believes that it's "stupid" and it'll "go away". They have a talk about it later, with lots of softness.

Their relationship stared by sex and Digger fully believed that it'll be just that, because "why would he want him any other way lmao"

They still have an issue with softer sex sometimes, when Barry actually let's himself love Digger, not fuck him. Poor ol' Cap needs few breaks in-between, when he can just take some shaky breaths and relax.

Barry's so carrying that the first few times when he's like "Poor baby, you need a break? We have all the time you need, just breath with me, love." Digger sobs. He also gets 100% more sensetive to everything.

Me 🤝(shaking hands emoji) Making Boomer pathetic

Also it turned slightly angsty at the end, didn't it? Well,,

Also, my Boomerflash lovers n dear anons, sorry for slower response, but I am drawing a shorter comic rn for these two with lyric from "Too Sweet" by Hozier! So expect that, I guess <3

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #nsf/w #Nsf/w hc #spicy headcanons #Headcanons #Hc #Headcanon #Nsf/w Headcanons

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dtupdates-archive · 9 months

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (pt. 2)! He liked:

Wishing you a speedy recovery 💞 :>

/🥦 💥 omg dreamnap

the girlies 💫

UNTIL I END UP ----

the speed of dreamfanart liking fanart is crazy he is the speedrunner

get lots of rest we love u :(

honest reaction

Kekekekekekeke

Alexa play Mask by Dream

snakes don't just bite what'd you do

someone get him soup :(

Another doodle (ignore the dirtiness of the paper please :’))

4 years of smiles :)

GROUP HUG

Florida summers

The only correct way

bookstore meet-cute

i actually drew this a few weeks ago ahead of my time

i tried to make it a little bit more realistic, let me know if you think i captured dream at least a little bit :]

green n blue!🎧

hope ur feeling better heres my dog he loves the drillow he steals it from me a lot

mydog is a stan

⚠️ The mask stays ON 😤 ⚠️ part 2: the hospital

wanted to share my dteam sims again cause i saw people sharing theirs the other day 🥹

Don’t worry, have a flower! Also don’t ask me why he says his name like a Pokémon, I just thought it is cute 🥹

dream doodles!!

like clockwork

bro emoted

us rn

ok listen I've been working on this its so cool if you kije this ill finish ut

He's such a precious little boy 🥹❤️🌱

i don't draw, but when chantelle does a dtiys i DRAW 😩😫😩🥵🔥

meow meow meow

woaaahh ^_−☆

◡̈𖦹☀︎

gn puppy

💚🧡sims stream

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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like-a-bantha · 10 months

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The Game

Summary: You introduce the batch to a new game, what could go wrong!

Pairing: The Bad Batch & GN Reader (Platonic, readers appearance is never described)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Didn't realize I wrote this in first person POV until reading it back just now, that's new. Fun brownie just kicked in so I'm posting as-is. It's a one-shot, it's short, it's silly, it is not proofread, I don't know why I wrote it, I just hope you enjoy! <3

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I never liked Kamino, which did seem to be the general consensus among the population save the Kaminoans themselves, but the mess hall was an entirely different beast. Where the endless hallways, medbays, and training rooms were impossibly sterile and cold, the mess hall held a certain chaos in the air. And chaos is great, don’t get me wrong, love chaos – this chaos, though, always held a certain quiet judgment at every table besides ours. We’d walk past with our trays of bland GAR provided meals, and that shouting dimmed to quiet whispers and barely stifled laughs as they stared directly at us. Not exactly subtle. I try to make the process as speedy as possible, grab my tray and fill it up with anything that looks even remotely appetizing (if I won’t eat it, Wrecker will) before walking so fast some may classify the speed as a light jog to the table towards the back. Always the same table. Always the same whispers.

Today was no different. Scratch that, today was slightly different. Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker got there before the rest of us, tasked with inventory duty after a prank gone wrong. Today, Tech and Crosshair joined me for my little routine. Today, I actually slowed my pace a bit, too engrossed in conversation to even notice the identical glares from each passing table.

“It doesn’t sound like much of a game,” Crosshair plucks the toothpick from his mouth staring at it with consideration, clearly debating if he should toss it on the ground or at a reg, any reg, “only one rule. Too easy.”

I glance over my shoulder, smile falling to a scold before I balance my tray in one hand to snatch the toothpick from his fingers. “Come on, we just had to save your ass last week, I don’t wanna sit in the medbay with a sore loser all afternoon again.” That earns me an incredibly dramatic eye-roll as I drop the toothpick onto my tray. “And it’s fun, it’s like a mind game, you love those.” Another eye-roll! Two in a row! I let out an exuberant laugh as we near our unassigned-assigned table, drawing the attention of our resident demolitions expert who throws a massive hand in the air for an animated wave.

“I, for one, find it quite interesting, how is a winner chosen?” I figured if I could rope anyone into the game it’d be Tech. He set his tray on the table, still looking at me for an answer.

“That’s the thing.” I take the seat across from him, next to Wrecker, putting my tray down rather unceremoniously to point a finger at the genius. “You don’t.”

On the other end of the table, Crosshair takes a seat next to a very confused Echo; his brows knit in confusion, he waits for his brother to sit down before leaning over to quietly ask, “What are they talking about?”

The sniper sighs, picking up his fork to take a bite of whatever the greenish-brownish mush may be. Beans, maybe? Not meat, I hope. He doesn’t bother looking up to give his answer. “The game.”

Perplexed, Echo looks between Crosshair and I, "What's the game?"

My attention snaps to their end of the table, smile wide – quite nearly crazed, depending on who you ask – much to the confusion of everyone besides Tech and Crosshair, who only wait for me to explain myself. “You just lost the game.” They still look confused. I jump in before Tech can explain, if only to correct just one thing. “Okay, first of all, it’s not ‘the game’. It’s The Game. There’s one rule, don’t think about The Game. If you think about The Game, you lose The Game. And when you lose The Game you gotta announce it, drag everyone else down with you. And now you’re all playing.”

They still look confused. I thought that was a really good explanation.

Tech, of course, steps in. “So, there are two rules.”

I wave a hand frantically, dismissively. “Semantics.”

“And we have all lost, does that not mean the game is over?” He continues. I deadpan, he knows what I’m about to say. “Apologies, does that mean The Game is over?”

I give a single shake of my head, leaning onto my elbows. “Nope.” With a fork, I push around the mush on my tray, letting out a quiet laugh. “When you lose you just start back over. Everyone is already playing, they just don’t know it yet. When they find out, they’ll lose, then they’ll start over, tell more people, they lose. As long as you can think about The Game, you’re playing The Game.”

“I didn’t know I was playin’ a game.” Wrecker crosses his arms, abandoning his utensils in something between skepticism and indignation.

“You’re not, Wrecker.” Crosshair quips, not looking up from his meal. “I’m not either, it’s pointless.”

Wrecker lets out a quiet, “I’m not?” I pat his arm, he’ll get there, I just have to explain a little better.

“You were, even though you didn’t know. Now that you do know, you’ve gotta start from square one.”

I can see the gears turning in the big guy’s head. Then I see it click. He lets out a large gasp, his hands falling slowly back to the table. “And now it’s in my head so I have to forget it!” My smile widens again as I nod.

“That sounds… aggravating.” Echo’s brows furrowed with doubt and eyes wide with shock. Next to him, Crosshair sighs.

Still smiling, I point a finger at him. “It is.” Hunter’s been awfully quiet, I notice. When I look past Wrecker to turn my attention to him, he’s sitting with his elbows resting on the table and his forehead resting against his fists and he’s sporting this tired, knowing, deep frown. My own frown creeps across my face, gently questioning, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He inhales, for a good few seconds, then he slowly releases the air while raising his head just enough to turn and look at me. “I just lost the game.”

On instinct I bring a hand to my face when I gasp, hiding the way my jaw hangs open in shock and delight. “No way.” I’m in disbelief, I assumed if the game ever made its way to the GAR everyone would be in on it. “Where did you…”

I trailed off, but Hunter picked up on my incomplete question. “Couple of the guys from the 104th were telling me about it during that mission on Birix. That was months ago. Forgot all about it until just now.”

“Well,” I nod once with a sigh, my devious grin returns, “looks like we all get to start over at the same time. Let The Game begin.”

#the bad batch x reader #the bad batch & reader #tech tbb #crosshair tbb #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #echo tbb #star wars x reader

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cavalierious-whim · 6 months

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Blessed Be the Soiled Shirt (NeuWrioLette)

Neuvillette's rut comes early and though he doesn't spend it with Wriothesley, Wriothesely still finds a way to help out. Part of 'By the Strange Pull'. Read here on AO3. Also, follow me here on Patreon!

He is in a mood.

Up until this point, his ruts have been a minor annoyance, a relatively mild, biological need usually handled by squeezing his cock dry between his palms. Occasionally, he requires a partner. Once in a blue moon, his alpha rages enough to breed another full, but Neuvillette has always prided himself on holding himself in check, above those baser instincts.

This time, his blood rages. His rut burns through his veins. He is frazzled beyond repair, cracking at the seams, his edges unraveling. Absurd. Annoying. He has work to get done but as he tries to read through reports the letters dance about the page as his vision swims.

Sweat clings to his brow. He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He has no time for this. He already jerked off once earlier to no avail. Heat simmered through his veins despite a speedy orgasm, and he’s since maintained that slow boil throughout the entire day, burning the edges of his arousal even now.

Oh, he’s needy. His alpha begs for more, begs for him to go out and seek someone willing to take his knot, and the worst part is that not just anyone will do. Neuvillette thinks of tanned skin and calloused fingers; of leather and tea, and a deep laugh. Broken and busted knuckles soothed beneath his fingers, and biting kisses that linger too long.

His elbows settle onto his desk and he buries his face against his palms. “Pathetic,” he whines. “Archons, I’m so—”

It wasn’t due for weeks. He’s so regular that a timepiece could be set by his cycle, and yet this rut snuck up on him, sneaking its teeth into his being before he could stop it. He would’ve asked. He had a plan. There would have been wining and dining, and a nice gift set of the finest teas before he propositioned Wriothesley as a rut-mate.

And Wriothesley would have agreed, eagerly, and with a proverbial tail-wag. Neuvillette thinks that makes this entire thing worse. He can still seek him out, he can—

A morose groan as he tries to ignore his aching erection and further thoughts of Wriothesley.

He turns back to his paperwork and ignores the curling of his gut. The sweat that drips down his face. Thoughts of Wriothesley’s bruising kisses, which only leave his cock twitching and harder than before. How perverse. Neuvillette is better than this. He’s practiced and proud, he’s a centuries-old dragon, not a slave to his instincts—

He grinds the heel of his hand against his tented erection because he’s so fucking desperate.

A knock at his door causes him to jerk. He swallows, his throat dry. Gods, he needs water. He always needs water, but right now he really needs water—

“Neuvillette?”

Cold dread slithers down Neuvillete’s spine. Wriothesley. Just on the other side of his office door. His alpha begs him to tear it from the hinges and drag him inside. He stands abruptly and goes to the door—and just barely manages to stop short of it.

“Sedene said you were feeling under the weather so I thought I’d come and check on you.”

“I—” Where does Neuvillette even begin? Wriothesley isn’t a fool. Anyone within a hundred feet of this door would be able to smell it, him, his rut. The door is cold underneath his palm. “I’m managing,” he finally murmurs.

A pause from the other side of the door. “Are you, though? You sound… well. You sound miserable.”

“A miscalculation. This was unexpected and I am ill-prepared.”

“I figured.” He what, now? Neuvillette peels back and stares at the stained wood of the door. “I didn’t come to stay. I didn’t think you’d… look, I brought you something. That’s all. It’ll help. I think. Maybe. I hope.”

Sigewinne must have sent him. Sedene likely sent for inhibitors, or some sort of tincture to lessen his rut. It’s a little too late for that but he’s willing to try anything at this point. His thoughts linger a little too long on Wriothesley’s concern. The stuttering is annoyingly cute, and in a rare moment of giving into those baser parts of himself, his alpha leans into it.

And then he clears his voice, remembering himself. “That is kind of you.”

“Right. So I—uh. I’ll open the door and you can just… grab it, I guess?”

This shouldn’t be so awkward. They are not teenagers despite how they court. They know how this works. His hand still shakes as his fingers curl around the handle and he pulls his office door open.

Wriothesley jumps in surprise. He inhales, his nostrils flaring and his mouth falls open, slack. There is a moment when things turn heated—and not in a good way. They both tense. Neuvillette’s skin crawls at the feel of another alpha in his space during such a vulnerable time.

But then he remembers his scent, leather and tea, and Wriothesley’s scorching hot words against his ear as Neuvillette palmed his cock that very first time.

It is a miracle Neuvillette maintains a shred of his dignity.

“Wow, you look…” Wriothesley swallows, his throat bobbing.

Neuvillette watches. Neuvillette’s eyes bore into his skin, watching every little twitch, tracing over every little scar. He’s dying for a taste. A nibble. To sink his teeth in and—

Wriothesely shoves a bundle into his arms. “Okay, there you go. I’ll see myself out. Let you have some—” He laughs, a short sputtering sound, and then makes a rude gesture. And he would know, wouldn’t he? Wriothesley isn’t some wanton omega, he’s an alpha too, and he knows just what sort of hormones are raging through his veins.

“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette moves before he realizes, his fingers curling around Wriothesley’s wrist. A sharp grip. His claws dig in. His thumb is pressed against the pulsepoint and he can feel how quickly Wriothesley’s heart beats.

“Yeah?” His voice comes out raspy. Hoarse. A little too deep, tinged with want.

Neuvillette yanks him close and kisses him, uncaring of who’s lurking in the halls, or who might see. Wriothesley gasps into his mouth and Neuvillette’s tongue slides right in. He devours him. His fingers dig into his wrist as he holds him there, that bundle squished between their chests. He licks into Wriothesley’s mouth and moans, hot, heady pleasure rising in his being.

Wriothesley nips at him. He kisses back, all fangs, all tongue, nothing but pure, unadulterated lust. “Gods,” he hisses against his lips. “I—”

Neuvillette jerks back. So hot. Dizzy. His head spins as his rut rages. Embarrassing. His alpha begs for him to claim and Wriothesley already has his neck tipped back, the column of his throat right there. He dips close and buries his face into the juncture of Wriothesley’s neck.

“I appreciate this,” he murmurs. “But we—”

“Bad timing. No, I agree. Not that I don’t—Fuck. You know what I mean.”

He does. This is the sort of thing that needs to be talked about. Neuvillette does his best to inhale his scent and commit it to memory.

And then Wriothesley says, “This just means you’ll like my gift, though.”

Neuvillette blinks. “Your gift?”

“Look, just lock this door and handle yourself, okay? And for fuck’s sake, rest.” Wriothesley hesitates. Worries his lip between his teeth, then tilts his chin up, and kisses Neuvillette again. Short and sweet. The sort of things lovers do, not a rut-crazed alpha and his unusual partner.

Neuvillette sighs. His alpha calms—surprisingly—and the heat relaxes into a gentler simmer.

Wriothesley pulls away and scrubs the back of his neck. “Right. So… Later. After—well. If you need me, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you,” says Neuvillette. “You’ve done me a kindness.”

Wriothesley’s genuine smile curves into a smirk. It’s the last thing that Neuvillette sees before he shuts his office door.

Wriothesley has not done him a kindness.

Well, no, he has. And he hasn’t. All that placid calm that just washed over Neuvillette turns turbulent the moment he unfolds the bundle.

A shirt; button-down with long sleeves. Soft and loose cotton dyed a dark gray. Rumpled despite being folded, clearly having been worn. Or slept with. Or dragged over every inch of Wriothesley’s body. Neuvillette can practically feel the way his eyes dilate, how his nostrils flare wide.

He brings it close, shoving his face into it. Leather. Sweat. Black tea and orange peels. Unfettered alpha. His own dragon rises, jaws gnashing. But then Neuvillette groans, remembering this is Wriothesley, that he’s obsessed with his scent. Everything settles deep in his gut all the same. Arousal floods through his being at both the chase of another alpha and the promise of a fight.

Neuvillette shakes out the shirt. It hands from his fingertips limply, cut long enough to be tucked in. Wide across the shoulders. Nearly to his thighs. He pauses. His cock aches, twitching in his trousers.

He too is dressed down, sans his typical coat. Too hot, too much sweat. He’d felt like his skin was crawling so he ditched it earlier in the day, opting for his thin undershirt instead. Neuvillette brings Wriothesley’s shirt to his nose again and inhales deeply. His bones loosen. His cock hardens to its limits. It isn’t so hard to imagine he’s on the brink of popping a knot from thought alone.

He is not like this. Gods, he’s better than this. Where has his decorum gone? Has it been so long since his last proper fuck that the mere smell of his willing partner is about to bring him to his knees? Neuvillette is prideful, having risen above his alpha. Calm and composed. Level-headed when so many others are not.

But at that moment he’s a slave to his desire, to those old instincts crawling to the surface as he drowns in Wriothesley’s scent.

“Fuck,” he curses. Entirely out of character. Unbecoming of him. “Archons, I’m—”

He’s what? Weak? Desperate? No, no, to be needy isn’t weak—and Wriothesley knows that. It’s the entire reason he brought him this gift, why he didn’t look at him with disgust, but rather that damnable smirk, knowing full well just what it’d reduce him to.

Neuvillette slips an arm into the sleeve, pulling the shirt on. He’s taller, but Wriothesley’s wider, and despite the difference, the shirt still hangs on his frame loosely. He crosses the room and drops to the settee unceremoniously.

He’s given in. There is no use in pretending he is not gone. Neuvillette settles back into the cushions, spreading his legs, squeezing the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his trousers. Then he turns his face to the side and tugs the collar close.

Wriothesley wore this. The tang of sweat assaults his senses, sinking into his pores as he drags his nose along the length of the collar. His alpha should hate this—and it isn’t as if his dragon is quelled. There’s a soft rumbling underneath his skin, mildly unsettled, but it’s drowned entirely out by the lust of his rut.

And he would just blame that, his rut, the hormones, the need to breed another full. It would be easier. But Neuvillette knows that even outside of these vulnerable hours he would still have tugged this shirt on to try and memorize the scent. He’d still be fucking his hand to the thought of Wriothesley, a keening cry whistling from his lips as he wonders how tight he’d be around his cock.

He undoes his trousers and shoves them down around his thighs. Just enough to free his length, just enough to get his hand around it. He sweeps his thumb over the tip and whines. What a mess. Wet and leaking. Needy. So desperate.

Even the stroke of his hand isn’t quite enough. No, he needs—

“Wriothesley,” he hisses, taking the damnable shirt and wrapping it around his cock. The fabric, though soft, scratches at his cock but he doesn’t care. He nips at the collar, his tongue teasing it, catching the leftovers of whatever Wriothesley left behind.

He wore it, slept in it, left it in his sheets. The cotton is drenched in the smell of him, and all for one purpose. It takes nothing to imagine him bent over, ass in the air. He’d snap. Probably. Gnash his teeth, but ultimately submit. Wriothesley would open up perfectly around his fingers, tight and slick with oil. And Neuvillette would feed his cock in slowly, enamored by how wide his rim stretches.

Neuvillette hasn’t fucked him yet. The timing hasn’t been right. Everything has clicked into place and they’ve had their fun, but it’s usually him who is bent over the desk and coming on Wriothesley’s fingers. His alpha begs to claim him. He wants to see Wriothesley squirming on his cock as he breeds him full.

Oh, he’d be handsome. So perfect, face flushed pink and pressed into the bed. Neuvillette had a plan; a plan that was wrecked the moment his alpha craved for more. His rut came early and he isn’t so uncouth to call Wriothesley up for a quick fuck so he’d locked himself away to handle it alone again.

But then the kiss. The shirt disguised as kindness when meant as a tease. Wriothesley fucking his tongue into his mouth, and even if only for a moment, it proved nearly too much. Neuvillette nearly dragged him into his office right then, and Wriothesely would have dropped to his knees without complaint.

Neuvillette gasps. Sucks in fresh air, does anything he can to stave off his orgasm. This should be savored. Another time he would drag the shirt across his skin slowly. For now, he just squeezes his cock tightly and strokes, gritting his teeth at the friction.

A groan. A soft, hitched pant of Wriothesley’s name. He doesn’t typically knot but it swells nonetheless, and no amount of pressure is enough to satisfy it. One hand chokes his knot so tightly that he nearly goes cross-eyed. The other strokes his length, pretending it’s Wriothesley and he thinks—no, he knows—his next rut will not be like this. He won’t be alone, he’ll be tucked away in a bed, his face buried in Wriothesely’s nape as he clings to him.

He comes with that thought seared into his brain, with Wriothesley’s name on his tongue, both a cry and a curse. His hand is soiled. The shirt tail is drenched in his come. It is both satisfying and not. For the moment, his lust is quelled. But his knot—he groans, his instincts feeling as if they’ve been cut short. The pleasure is muted. Not enough.

Neuvillette whines, a pitiful, keening sound that he hides in the collar of Wriotheley’s shirt. The fuzzy haze that settles over his brain is, at least, enough to drag him under for a while.

“And for fuck’s sake, rest,” said Wriothesley, worry pinched between his brows.

A bitter laugh. “You damn well know this is your fault.”

That smirk, the one flashed his direction right before Neuvillette shut the door in his face. A quiet, teasing thing. His blood slows, almost like the start of a hibernation. A low purr settles deep in his chest. Neuvillette doesn’t bother to clean himself but manages to at least pull his trousers back on. He curls into the pillows and somehow, sleep tugs him under.

Sedene gives him a knowing look but waves him to Neuvillette’s office without complaint.

The door is unlocked. It’s dark when he lets himself inside and it smells like the inside of the Pankration Ring Locker Room after a string of good brawls. Neuvillette. Gods, he smells him everywhere, his rut thick in the room. Wriothesley squirms in his skin, caught between running and wanting to fuck his hand.

Not the point. Nooooot the point.

He finds Neuvillette draped over his couch, his trousers undone at the waistband. Covered in his spend, crusted over after he passed out. A dreadful mess.

Wriothesley sighs and leans over. “Been there,” he murmurs. It’s then that he notices. His shirt. Neuvillette wears it, his chin tucked to the side, nose shoved into the collar. Wriothesley swallows at the sight. “Shit, you can’t just…”

Of course, he can. He gave him the damned shirt. And it helped—clearly it did, but Wriothesley didn’t mean to—

Neuvillette stirs with a soft groan.

“That’s my queue.” Wriothesely only came to check on him and bring a few other things. He knows—gods, he knows. He’s spent god knows how many ruts popping knot after knot to the thought of this ridiculous man. And now Neuvillette wears his shirt steeped in his pheromones. And he sleeps, dozing easily. Comforted.

His alpha curls in his chest, content. Wriothesely dips forward and kisses Neuvillette’s forehead. Then he peels back and forces himself to leave.

On his desk, Wriothesley leaves three things: Painkillers for that headache he knows Neuvillette has. A jug of fresh water, the fancy kind that costs too much.

And another shirt, this one crisply folded and a little less rumpled, but nonetheless freshly doused in his scent.

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ok quick team tour before the E4 because i'm way more attached to these guys than i thought i'd be. and by quick i mean this might be a long post sorry. i will go in order of acquisition of various team members :]

first up lovebug! named by my friend venty and also who i'd consider my starter :] butterfree's movepool isn't super wide and getting the twisted spoon or silver powder would be more trouble than it's worth at the moment, so aside from teaching Psychic with a TM, i left him with his level up moves and a quick claw for some speedy sleep powders. he has compoundeyes which makes sleep powder nearly 100% accurate and has been incredibly useful this entire run, especially with catching pokemon since sleep is so effective. i love him

next up QUIVER MY BELOVED... i saved her evolution for level 53 literally in the middle of victory road, was super satisfying. nidoqueen can only learn crunch as a nidorina, once she evolves she can't learn it anymore, and nidorina learns it at level 53 so i played the long game to get that one cool move. she has blackglasses to boost the power of it. earthquake is from a TM and i used her as my strength user during my playthrough, but it's a pretty useful move so i just kept it instead of going out of my way to remove it. and then after evolving her i used the move reminder after farming some tinymushrooms to get superpower to top off her moveset. very proud of her she's come so far from being a level 6 nidoran lol

say hello to TACO (BELL)... thanks for the shitpost name @ my qpp SDJFKDFS the miracle seed is from the celadon game corner! did you know weepinbell learns razor leaf at mfing level 42? and before that it only has vine whip for grass stab? it's awful. i waited that long to evolve him. i wanted to save some of my tms for the postgame so i decided to hold onto giga drain and solar beam and the like, decided to just keep razor leaf. i didn't wanna repeat niches by giving him sleep powder or something so i grinded even more tinymushrooms and taught him spit up and stockpile from the move reminder for the meme LOL who knows if i'll actually get use out of it. but i love taco he has been fun to use since i almost always have bulbasaur as my grass type

EGG!!!! he's named after my real life jolteon plushie with the same name. bite is exclusive to eevee at level 30 and since all dark moves are special in this game, it is actually useful on jolteon! i went pretty overboard on this guy because i love him. thunderbolt was a tm from the game corner, and uh... well... i found out he has hidden power water, with 70 base power, which while not the literal Best means he can hit ground types for super effective special damage at the maximum power possible for hidden power which is Based. UNFORTUNATELY hidden power can only be obtained through a 5% pickup drop in FRLG, so i caught a team of 6 meowths and spammed pickup until i got one lol. as for his held magnet item, that's exclusively obtained in FRLG by stealing off of wild magneton... a 5% chance. so i caught a level 31 meowth by bond bridge on two island, taught it thief, and used a repel trick with it to get all encounters to be magneton at the power plant... and just kept encountering until finally got the magnet 18 encounters in. pretty epic. nothing on his moveset is jolteon's natural moveset except thunder wave LOL and he has a pretty rare item for before the postgame

next up is creamsicle who is surprisingly one of my favorites despite being a pretty straightforward pokemon with a limited movepool. icy wind, ice beam, and rest, are all levelup moves, while surf is obviously an HM. mystic water is from the celadon game corner. all of the pokemon on my team are pokemon i've never brought to the endgame before, but dewgong is among the pokemon i've never used before in like... any capacity. so it's been really fun to use her! dewgong is underrated and very cute. but i understand why no one uses it, pretty out of the way in lategame seafoam islands

and last but not least here's torch! a pokemon i've DEFINITELY never used before as mt ember is optional before the postgame and i sometimes don't even take up bill's offer to go, much less linger on mt ember running around for a 5% encounter that late in the game post-blaine. BUT i wanted variety and this is certainly a fun choice after using ninetales a million times in my life. moveset is just levelup moveset except brick break which i taught by (thankfully renewable) TM, and the charcoal is from the game corner. he's the only mon caught in an ultra ball bc i could not be bothered oops... but the yellow matches! (btw he has a special attack IV of 0. LOOOL i still love him though)

and that's my weird ass leafgreen team where i boxed my starter and went out of my way to get pokemon i've not used before. i am at around 30 hours of gameplay and i'm going to fight the E4 shortlySDFKFSD

#kiki was here #kiki.txt #kiki plays games #lg playthrough #screenshots acquired thru OBS btw #ds capture card moment #long post

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