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ialwaysknewyouwerepunk · 2 years

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little freak - a close reading

alright, okay. i’ll give the same disclaimer i put at the top of every post that concerns a song that i know means a lot to a lot of people, especially if those meanings are so diverse. this is my interpretation, the way that i see the song, and it’s just one of many. consider it as such if yours is entirely different, bc that’s more than okay. i discuss it in a very queer context, all about gender and identity, so i am aware that my own experience deeply comes into play here. in any case, i hope it serves as a nice read, and i’d love to discuss this mind-blowing song some more with you all :’)

harry’s house, track 6

LYRIC ANALYSIS

Little freak Jezebel You sit high atop the kitchen counter Stay green a little while You bring blue lights to dreams Starry haze Crystal ball Somehow, you've become some paranoia A wet dream just dangling But your gift is wasted on me

“freak”: outcast, ‘unnatural’ person, freak shows historically a place where queer ppl could find refuge and a home (// ‘peculiar’ boy)

“little” in front of it: endearment; talking to a young/inexperienced person

Jezebel

biblical figure. deeply negative connotation in the christian trad. someone who worships false prophets or pretends to be a “servant of God” while actually being a pagan. historically, (probably) a figure who simply stuck to her own beliefs/identity and was killed for it. bc Jezebel wore make-up before her death, christians associated wearing make-up with vice, with manipulation

now, symbolises promiscuity, sexual immorality, esp. “sexually promiscuous or controlling women”

parallels with old-fashioned ways to (negatively) describe queer people, especially queer men: ‘sexual inverts’, ‘sexual deviants’ etc. - living life differently and being condemned for it

-> deep female connotation here

“you sit high atop the kitchen counter”

“high”: under the influence of drugs / out of reach, away from others, observing

childlike - adds to feeling that it’s about a younger person

kitchen: home, at home, in a house - childhood/at other people’s homes

if she’s sitting on top of her own kitchen counter, it seems like she’s there without actually ‘working’ in the kitchen. not cooking or washing up, just daydreaming/watching/being: inverted stereotype of a woman in the kitchen

+ at home in the kitchen? just likes to be there, no matter what. queer: love for and attachment to things that aren’t traditionally associated with your assigned gender. harry’s love of cooking, being in the kitchen

“stay green a little while, you bring blue lights to dreams”

green - blue he just had to didn’t he: nod to the fandom, acknowledgment of people who see him (more) for who he is (x)

“stay green”: stay young, innocent - theme of growing up, changing

blue light: a thing that usually keeps you awake (if you’ve watched a screen before bed, f.e.) - half awake? daydreaming, dreaming...?

stay young, stay you, because you make dreams interesting/breathe life into dreams

for me, connection to ‘little green’ by joni mitchell: story about her daughter that she gave up for adoption - sweet, tender song for someone who you don’t really know, but you actually know on a deep, intuitive level, bc she’s part of you. lyrics about stars, the moon, blue eyes. a long, happy life. a bright future. harry’s reference to it symbolises (for me) how at this point in his life ‘little freak’ was someone who he only thought about, who he could only think about bc she was mostly unknown, but was still part of him. and no don’t come talk to me about this song then could also be seen from the pov of harry talking about/to a child he wishes for and how he would then treat her no no no don’t do it

a cut bc this shit is long okay! peace <3

“starry haze, crystal ball”

looking up, up at the stars - as if they contain the answers -> astrology, connection with the universe

“haze”: it’s unclear, a blur - can’t see the future, can’t see the bigger picture (yet)

crystal ball: trying to see the future. so desperate for answers when you’re younger (<-> “there’s things that we’ll never know” - fine line)

-> elements all throughout hs3 of astrology, psychic powers, ‘otherworldly’ techniques to look at the self/past/future - acceptance of deeply human way of looking at the world, opposed to cut-dry scientific approach (// following intuition, esp. about identity, gender,...)

‘little freak’ is sat high atop the counter -> she has a better overview, and he’s looking up at her, not yet fully realising she contains the answers

“somehow, you've become some paranoia; a wet dream just dangling”

“paranoia”: worried, panicked (seemingly) for no reason - think other ppl are judging

obsession, something always in the back of his mind

“a wet dream”: she’s a dream, but a very tempting one, and she’s right there, up for grabs. if he could only get over his fears - get atop the kitchen counter with her, dare to let go and go higher up

“but your gift is wasted on me”

he doesn’t dare to join her. her gift, which is who she is, her identity, was wasted on him. his own queerness, which is right there, and there for him, is ‘wasted’ bc he’s afraid of being judged, of being a freak

I was thinking about who you are Your delicate point of view I was thinking about you I'm not worried about where you are Who you will go home to I'm just thinking about you Just thinking about you

“thinking about who you are”: do you know who you are? - still full of wonder as to who this daydream is, this person in the back of his mind

“delicate point of view”: so soft, so gentle, about this ‘part’ of him - she’s sat up high, has the point of view of someone higher up, the overview. she holds the answers. “delicate” like the nuanced, intricate lives of (queer) people who fully accept their own complexities, own depths. also delicate like something that is fragile, something that can break if it were to jump off the kitchen counter

“i’m not worried about where you are” // i don’t know who/where she is - she

he’s telling us that she’s not an entity he’s jealous of, or who can leave, bc she’s him. she’ll always be there. - “i’m not worried”: comfort, peace, security

Did you dress up for Halloween? I spilled beer on your friend I'm not sorry A golf swing and a trampoline Maybe we'll do this again Tracksuit and a pony tail You hide the body all that yoga gave you Red wine and a ginger ale But you would make fun of me for sure

“halloween”:

childhood

gay holiday. when you can dress up as whatever you like, for many ppl a moment of liberation bc they can finally dress as themselves - they’re not wearing a costume. (so the answer to this question would even be “no”) // dorothrry

“i spilled beer on your friend”:

jealous or protective act - stay away from her

if it’s little freak’s friend, it’s a queer friend. “i’m not sorry” - spilling beer on someone as a way of attracting their attention in a clumsy, flirty, teenage way - attracting the other queer person’s attention. + “your friend” then means that the friend was drawn to her, his queerness, from the start

“a golf swing and a trampoline”:

calculated movement, strategic game. business meetings, grownup conversations, tactics <-> free, loose activity. childhood + jumping, trying to go high up in the air, trying to fly

“and”: i am this AND that

in the context of the beer spilling: talking to someone new (and queer) is a jump in the unknown as well as a well thought-out interaction, involving tactics as well as guts, and the urge to be free

“maybe we’ll do this again”: move for second date, part of convo with new friend / apprehensive, careful, shy, hopeful

“tracksuit and a pony tail”

again, (perceived, expected) opposites combined in one: tracksuit: streetwear, baggy clothing, masc. <-> ponytail: femme. put together, care for appearance. or: long hair, but it’s out of the way, not let down (yet)

“you hide the body all that yoga gave you”

wearing that tracksuit

hiding your body in your clothes: very gender

yoga: practice that connects your mind and body. controlled, balanced, calm // trying to find answers/identity in connections, in the bigger picture

“red wine and a ginger ale”:

alcohol and no alcohol - more balance in opposites

his drinks of choice? hers? his and the friend? hers and the friend?

red wine, earlier he spilled beer: red wine representing her? (brit. culture: Men drink Beer, Women drink Wine)

“but you would make fun of me for sure”: not in the context of all the opposites/balances, i think. more in the friend - spilled beer - do this again line. “maybe we’ll do this again?” “yeah, well, as long as you don’t spill beer on me next time!” stunted, dorky flirting. (remind you of something?)

entire verse symbolises how intertwined his (gender) identity and his interactions with others, especially in his love life, are. the traits he hasn’t properly learned how to balance yet, and his insecurities, coming into play when meeting new people, especially someone who has him all flustered

I disrespected you Jumped in feet first and I landed too hard A broken ankle Karma rules You never saw my birthmark

“i disrespected you”: i ignored you, i ignored an entire part of my identity

“jumped in” <-> high atop the kitchen counter. away from her, towards a standard, on the ground, ‘normal’, trying to be the norm, someone that isn’t him

“landed too hard”: tried too hard and it backfired, it hurt him

// if the truth tell, darling, you fell like there ain't enough dying stars in your sky - only the brave

“karma rules”: again, unseen powers that are at play in the universe, things humans don’t understand; secret structure to life. if you go against your intuition, what you know to be right in your heart

“birthmark”: you never saw me at my barest point, my most naked self. you never saw me be reborn, you didn’t live to see my queer birth

trauma changed him, made him lose her, the original ‘little freak’, who was soft and innocent. he still grew and changed, was (re)born, but now his queerness, his identity, is colored by that pain

SYNTHESIS

SOOOoooooOOOOOooo. It’s painful and it’s beautiful. Harry tends to do that with his most intimate songs. As you can see, I see this song entirely as one about gender and identity. When I first heard it, and I’d seen some posts about how it might be a love song for his s/o, I didn’t completely get it. I couldn’t get into that interpretation, it felt off to me. And then I read this post by @swimmingleo and it all clicked.

To me, Harry is speaking to a younger self. Someone he used to know very intimately, yet distantly. (Very ‘Little Green’-ish.) His younger queer self, that was always there, but he didn’t engage with yet. He looked up at her, in wonder, not yet realising that he should join her up there and finally see the world from her point of view. Finally see where so many answers lie. Delicate, because it’s so complicated and nuanced. It’s about a time in his life when he was still figuring out who he was, seeing all these ‘opposites’ that simultaneously held true within himself, that came together and were contained by him. Feeling the urge to fit in and choose. Which he did, choosing for the jump down instead of the climb up with her, resulting in a loss of self. There is loss in this song, but more than anything love of someone, in particular love of himself at a certain time of his life. Before puberty, before figuring shit out. A simple, tender love for your younger self.

I think this is a very universal feeling, but especially for queer people, to have a complex relationship with that younger self. During childhood, you were truly yourself, because it was before you understood what it was to control/suppress your impulses or feelings. Growing up, and going through puberty, can be insanely jarring and scary, especially if you stop feeling at ease in your own body. Social customs start dictating what you should like and look like, and sometimes you loose sight of who you really are, or sometimes you even intentionally hide. You start to feel disgusted by yourself, especially if it includes urges that deviate from the ‘norm’. It’s hard to feel tenderness for your (pre-)pubescent self, especially to muster up some understanding instead of harshness, concerning mistakes you made. Because of this younger childhood self that they so desperately wanted to stuff away to fit in. So, in this respect, Little Freak is a triumph. Of being patient, kind and tender to that self that fucked up, because they were figuring it out. Just like everyone else. It got you to where you are now, and made you who you are now, which is a complex, beautiful person. It’s also an homage to that queerness that was always there. That queerness that isn’t understood when you’re that young, but that you were also not afraid of yet. The one that slowly grows with you until you’re ready, when you stop being scared of it again.

In this album about home, love, change, childhood and identity, I think it makes the perfect centerpiece. It’s written from the point of view of someone with a deep acceptance of himself, someone who feels at one with who he was when he was a child, and sees how he evolved to who he is now. Someone complex and queer, who needed to get high up on that kitchen counter in order to see it all, and understands what it took for him to get there. It’s him reminiscing his childhood, his period of late blooming, and recognising, acknowledging, all of it in its complexities, which are only visible to him now. It’s a love song for the trans identity.

Little Freak and the Peculiar Boy, a one-person show.

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Hard And Fast || Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 9 of the Smutember 2023

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : oral fem!receiver, rutting, rough sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 761

You always wonder how you even managed to go from him not being able to look at you in the eyes to him being buried deep inside you as he spills his warm seed as he reaches his climax. He had a stressful nature that kept him from enjoying life most of the time. That's probably why one day he threw it all away, resulting in your first time together - and for him, probably the first first time ever.

You soon discovered that your sessions were a cathartic moment for him after a long, stressful day. But this wasn't always the case. One round wasn't enough when his days were particularly trying, and often the sessions extended to 2 or 3 rounds. Indeed, he had a lot more stamina than anyone would have thought.

That's what prompted you to ask him one day

"I was wondering" you began his gaze settled on you for a moment before flickering back to the walls of your dorm "instead of doing several rounds at a slow pace" he was already choking at your words "why not do just one but hard and fast ?" your idea came from the fact that sometimes you didn't necessarily have the time or the energy to last several rounds.

Your question came at just the right time indeed, after the exam day you'd had, it seemed the perfect moment to initiate some lovemaking.

Nothing changed in your foreplay. He licked your pussy shyly but with still some experience as he gently rutted his hardness against the bed. He wasn't really the type to talk during sex, but today as he was nestled inside your warm cunt, he couldn't help but think again about what you'd said a moment before. He wanted to make sure he had your green light, because the idea - apart from making him redder than ever - had piqued his interest.

"Y-Y/n... d-do you erm r-really meant what y-you said e-earlier ?" his voice was husky as it rarely was, it felt that the idea had excited him.

"If you want and it helps, yes. Besides, it would introduce us to a new pace" you said, winking in his direction, he averted his gaze almost instantly. But your words had reassured him. You could feel it in the way he clung to you, forcefully, out of stress, and not because of you, but above all because he knew he was about to throw himself into the unknown "A-alright"

Softly you felt him drag his cock out slowly, his grip on your hips tightened as he braced himself up to- "Ooh T-Tamaki" you moaned surprised at the force with which he sank into you, clearly bottoming out. His high-pitched squeal sounded like the pleas of someone who was overstimulated.

After a moment's pause, he began again, slowly dragging his cock out and slamming in back inside you, where it belonged. Little by little, he increased the pace until he was at the point of fucking you hard and fast. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he continued to pound you relentlessly. His balls slapped against your ass as the room filled with lewd noises that usually would have knocked him out on the spot.

With each thrust he let out little noises, from light grunts to whimpering. He tried to nestle his face in your neck but couldn't find enough air, so he pressed his forehead against yours. As your noses grazed you puckered your lips to give him soft kisses. Surprisingly enough, your affection and the face you were doing gave him confidence in the moment. He knew you were feeling good. That he was making you feel good.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving long red lines. And as if overwhelmed by all that was happening, he finally reached his long awaited climax. He almost screamed, as his cock pumped you full of cum. His breathing was panting and wheezing, as he had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. His body rested on yours as if he no longer had the strength to lift a single limb.

“Y-you okay Tamaki ?” you asked, waiting to ensure his comfort. He nuzzles his face against you “I-I’m tired” he whispered against your cheek. He was currently feeling particularly cuddly. But this proved to you that you were right, with him, several rounds at slow speed were equivalent to a single round at full speed. Though there was a little problem on the menu this is going to get you both addicted.

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buckyarchives · 1 year

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second, first meeting | chishiya shuntarou

spoiler warning for ending of aib season 2

after the meteor, chishiya notices the all too familiar person. their a pull towards you - like maybe you’ve met somewhere? (gn reader)

words - 1.1k

a/n: WOW AIB 2 FINALLY OUT AND THE ENDING WAS REALLY GOOD I THINK. anyways arisu and usagis ending was so cute and i needed literally the “have we met?” scenario with ALL of them. and i’m a weak so i made this, very shoot, not beta’d, just a small and sweet drabble. enjoy reading!!!

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Chishiya is alive.

He sure as hell didn't feel like it, but he was. The meteorite took a lot out of him, physically and mentally. Waking up in the beeping hospital room with a sudden new look on life, and he was going to do something about it. No more being a messenger for bad news, slowly tearing down people's hope one referral after another.

Dozens of people just experienced the same pain and trauma as he walked around him, some looking better than others. A girl with an amputated leg, a man in a coma as he passed by his room, and a girl and boy walking hand in hand with injuries littered over them. Humanity– always finding love in terrible suitaions.

Chishiya stood in one of the hospital common rooms, people-watching as he always does. God– it feels like a lifetime had passed since the meteorite. Chishiya was familiar with the whirring and beeping sounds of hospitals, people chatting and crying, and the strong smell of disinfectants and bleach. He was a doctor, all these things filled his life to the brim, it was familiar.

Even you.

You, who stood across the room; tucked into a corner (like chishiya), people-watching, snacking on crackers, and keeping yourself comfortably hidden. Yes, you’d caught his eyes. But something felt off deep inside his stomach, something was off about you. Almost like you were too familiar, chishiya could see a lifetime in your eyes and this is the only time he's ever seen you. Maybe, it wasn't?

Chishiya knew better than to laser focus on one person in the room, because your head perked up. Right into his direction, but chishiya’s gaze didn't falter– he couldn't even if he wanted to. The pull towards you was too intense, it made him dizzy. shock, confusion, remembrance? Flashed across your face, similar to him.

A small, sweet smile grew on your face. Fuck, what medication did they put him on? That meteorite really did a deal on him because suddenly he can’t breathe. For a moment he thought maybe his stitched came undone, half expecting to see blood soaking his scrubs when he looked down. But no– it was just you. Chishiya’s has never seen a smile so familiar, yet foreign.

Your eyes narrowed in his direction, like you were trying to read him. Something many people found difficult in the past, Chishiya didn’t put up a fight or a stone-cold face. Chishiya narrowed his eyes back, like a challenge.

So wrapped up in you that he didn't see the teenage boy wheeling a little too close to his toes in a wheelchair. “Ow!” chishiya yelped.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” the boy began to spew out a plethora of apologies, frantically bowing his head to the elder.

“It's okay!” chishiya reassure, the sting in his toe had already been subdued– an easy injury compared to the bandaged and stitched-up ones he gained a few days ago. “Seriously, it’s okay.”

The boys' apologies slowed and he wheeled off, practically still bowing. Chishiya chuckled under his breath at the gesture. Looking back up to find you again, weird– what's got into him? Your spot ghosted empty and chishiya’s eyes frantically searched for you, only to find your back now turned to him and trudging down the hallways. Right as his eyes landed on you, your neck turned and you glanced back at chishiya.

A challenge indeed.

Chishiya curiously cocked his head, looking something like a cat. And then one foot in front of another, chishiya was following you down the hallway. He wasn't sure why, maybe he didn’t need a reason. I mean, he almost died, chishiya felt like he didn’t need a solid reason to do anything anymore besides what he wanted. And he wanted to follow the beautiful, mysterious, and weirdly familiar person around in a hospital. Like cat and mouse.

And that's how chishiya ended up in a quieter, more intimate area. Middle of a hallway, near a set of tables and a vending machine. Usually, where loved one would sit weary-eyed and waiting for good news. You came to a halt, chishiya stopped. You turned around slowly, that sweet smile that made chishiya’s stomach feel weird (apart from the wounds.)

“You're following me.”

Something that would so usually sound like a question, was a statement. Because it was meant to be, because you knew he was from the beginning. You intended on it. Chishiya already likes you. And hell– your voice almost gave him whiplash, so silk and sweet. Echoing distantly in his head, like he's heard it a million times before.

“And you wanted me too,” chishiya replied coyly. His voice felt so scratching and his throat burned as he spoke, being without water and unconscious for too long. Shoving his hands in his pockets, leaning back slightly. Even half dead he must keep up his cool-guy image.

You didn’t reply, only a wider grin growing on your face. And chishiya found it hard to bite back one of his own. How so uncharacteristic of him – he felt so warm.

“Maybe.” you finally said.

Chishiya hummed, beginning to close the distance – one foot in front of another – between the two of you.

You watched him intently, chishiya knew it. Normally he’d perceive this as someone sizing him up, but your eyes told a different story as they trailed up his body. Something that'd make his ears hot and red.

“Meteor?” you asked, gesturing to his wounds. Chishiya nodded. “Me too.”

It was awkward for a moment, but not uncomfortable. The silence was deafening as if it wasn't meant for the two of you. Like there were so many words only on the tip of his tongue, words unsaid, words he didn’t even know – but they were begging to be spoken.

You were the first to break the silence, stepping closer. Now only 2 or 3 feet in front of him. “Have I, sorry, this is weird– but, have we met before? Like even passed each other on the streets.”

“Not to my knowledge.”

You hummed, looking around to avoid the intense eye contact that tugged you closer, and closer and–

“Would you like to know me?” chishiya said, his eyes not leaving yours. A weird sense of home lay in your eyes, chishiya was ready to jump fully in.

You tried to cover the eagerness in you, waiting a moment. Dramatically tapping a finger to your chin as you thought. “I think that’d be nice.”

Chishiyas lip quirked up, following yours.

He may not know you the way he feels, but he will.

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yuzuocha · 4 months

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HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO. — セイヤ [XAVIER]

a spicier ending to xavier's 'heartstring symphony' memory. gn!mc

age rating ‣ 16+ [suggestive but not explicit]

warnings ‣ softcore, power play, minor asphyxiation. besides that, there's nothing much to warn about. still, beware lol

"Are 'small animals' like me pushovers? Do enlighten me, since you seem to know everything."

Perhaps it was because you haven't seen him in weeks, but it seemed you forgot what Xavier was really like. Yes, he is gentle. Yes, he is considerate. Yes, he is sweet. But his kind demeanor also held something sinister.

You haven't quite pondered about it much, but Xavier had a quiet yet possessive streak. He'd always at the very least have pinkies interlocked with yours when together. He'd always somehow teleport to you just when the enemy Wanderer was about to land a fatal blow. He always knew where you were.

He was a wolf in sheep's (or in his case, bunny's) clothing. He always has been.

“When faced with a hunter who knows my weaknesses and how to take advantage of them…” Xavier’s breath fanned your face, his right hand brushing against your temple. Although gentle, his touch felt electrifying. It felt dangerous. It was dangerous.

The breaths that were blanketed on your lips were soon replaced with lips of his own. You let out a short gasp at the stark contrast between his usual and current kisses — they were usually soft and mellow yet endearing, but now they were intense, brisk and hungry.

“Haa—”

A sigh of surprise left your lungs when you felt Xavier’s tongue glide slightly across your teeth. Rookie error — he wasn’t going to let you breathe for a while.

“...just what, exactly, do I do?” Xavier rasped in between kisses, one hand snaking up to support your body and the other coercing your head to a better angle.

With you growing increasingly lightheaded the more fervent and desperate his kisses became, a thrilling shiver crawled down your spine hearing his growl. You knew the answer to his question down to your bones.

You can only get devoured.

Xavier suddenly pulled away, finally giving you a chance to breathe. He gently tipped your chin upwards for your eyes to meet his blazing gaze while you caught your breath. You felt your body burn in places he locked his eyes with.

“...surrender,” You were able to mumble out. “You can only… surrender, or else...”

He whispered while wiping a lone tear that escaped your eye, “Or else what, I’ll get eaten or something?”

“Is that it, love?"

There was a pause of silence between your noses that were inches apart before Xavier dove down and pressed his lips against your neck, humming in satisfaction hearing you gasp every time he nipped your skin. His callused fingers started to tease your shirt off whilst kisses butterflied over his slow but precise work.

“...I’m sorry, I should’ve responded to your messages,” Xavier paused for a moment, murmuring the apology at your sternum. His hot breath on your bruised skin made you slightly arch your back. “And about my injuries and lack of reply… I promise it won’t ever happen again.”

“...will there be a day where you’ll fall asleep and never wake up?” His eyes softened at your reply as he leaned upwards. You felt his lips pecking your forehead, each of your eyelids, your cheeks and your nose before pausing right in front of your face.

“If such a thing ever happens, you—and only you—must remember to wake me up,” Xavier whispered, his hand sliding to your hips and his hair tickling your nose. You felt something graze up against your abdomen which lit up the fire burning at the core of your stomach. Your suspicions were confirmed seeing Xavier’s reddened ears gently glow through the light of the full moon.

Ah. You indeed missed him, and he missed you too. Greatly.

After a silent pause, you circled your legs around Xavier’s back and kissed his facial features just as he did to yours. His eyes slightly widened at your forwardness, however the surprise faded as quickly as it came as he cradled your body in his arms while pulling you up, the moon shining upon you and Xavier at each others’ full glory.

“I will.”

That was all he needed.

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO — END.

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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I See You (Chapter 2)

AO3

Previous Chapter

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sully Family X f!Reader

Summary: You know that after the Sully brothers found you, your life will never be the same again. A part of you want to forget about your past and start a new life with this obsessed family, but your past is not very happy about it. No matter where you run, your past hunts you down, and you are not sure if your new protective family can protect you from it.

Warnings: Only this chapter's pairings and warnings, yandere, obsession, possession, kidnapped reader, intense jealousy, being overprotective, brother fight, mild blood, butt slapping as punishment, emotionally hurt Lo'ak, small sized/shaped reader, major (18/21) teen reader/Neteyam/Lo'ak, sorry if i missed anything

A/N: I've changed my narrative to 3rd person. (omniscient narrator? idk exactly the correct English word) I've wanted to see through the reader's mind at first but I've changed my mind. I want to be able show what is going through the minds of the characters. I'll go like this till the end of the series.

Neteyam's highly nervous body relaxed. You could hear his relieved breathing. He closed his eyes and threw his head back a little. He would hide you until he made his mother change her mind. He would find something, anything. But there was no way he would ever let her to hurt you. He didn't think about why he felt that way. What he knew was that he wanted to protect you. Why would hurting you be a solution? It didn't matter how he felt about you or what he thought. For one thing, it was wrong for her to consider an obviously defenseless creature like you as a threat. It was definitely not personal, he told himself.

Lo'ak looked at you pensively from afar.

A new sister.

A human sister.

At last! Spider had a human sister too!

Although he was happy about this, his mother worried him. She never wanted Spider and she saw him as a potential trouble. She had every right to be worried though, but you... She liked you. Yeah, his mother indeed liked a human. Maybe you could have warmed up the coldness between her and Spider, who knew.

But she wasn't the only one who liked you.

Neteyam.

His golden brother Neteyam.

He was about to take you just like he took everything Lo'ak had, wasn't he? And the worst was that their father always blamed him first. Even now. He called his name! By making a clear implication that Lo'ak might harmed you. How convinced he was that Neteyam was the one who was protecting you.

It disgusted him.

He wanted to come to you, take your tiny hand and pull you away from his brother. But after giving his father a brief look, he changed his mind. He let the flowers in his hand slip through his fingers.

You could tell that things weren't so great between him and his dad.

"Follow your mother. We're gonna talk a little here." Jake said.

"Yes, sir." They agreed unwillingly.

Yes sir? Why did they say 'yes sir' to their father? You frowned in confusion and looked at him. Did the Na'vi call their father 'sir'? It didn't sound warm at all. Very, very cold. You hated it.

"What's with the face?" He said amusedly, approacing you. You couldn't notice that your face had turned sour, almost challenging.

You looked at him, feeling like you were stretching your head to the sky, and you couldn't help but be horrified by his huge height. There was a softness in his eyes that contrasted with his hard lines. It spread to his lips. He put his hands up in an attempt to reassure you. "Someone's moody, huh?"

You kept frowning and his smile grew even more.

For a while he communicated only from where he was. He knew that if he approached you, you would instantly try to run. He asked your name, where you came from, your family, every question you could think of, but you didn't answer. He even doubted for a moment whether you understood him or not. But no, you did understood him. You just didn't say a single word. Were you mute? He didn't want to ask that. Not now.

When he took a step slowly, you turned around and jumped forward with all your strength. You knew that he would catch you. But maybe if you veered to the right or left, he would have missed you. What a naive thought it was.

He grabbed you by the arms as soon as you turned your back. He lifted you into the air. Oh, it was really high and you were like a toy in his hands. You kicked the air and whimpered. You wanted to scream, but your breath sticked in your throat. "If you want to get on the ground, promise to behave."

No, you didn't like it.

You wanted to touch the ground, but you didn't want to listen to him. Still, it seemed that you had no choice. You nodded and he gently put you down. He took a step back to give you some room. "That's it, calm down. I just wanna talk before we go."

He put you down only for you to try to run away again.

"Oh, come on!" he hissed.

He grabbed you again and threw you over his shoulder this time. When he slapped your butt, you gasped in surprise. "You're going to cost us a lot of trouble, aren't you?"

Did he just-, did he-

Oh, he did. He did slapped your butt.

You hit him on the back to get him to put you down, you tried to throw kicks, but it was useless. There was nothing you could do but watch the beautiful forest while he took you to his home with big steps. He didn't talk to you. It was a quite trip. But you took this silence as a threat.

What were they going to do to you?

You didn't want to find out, and you clung to his hair with a fear that filled you. And he was confused because it hadn't occurred to him that you could do that. You pulled his hair hard and tried to hurt him as much as possible. You even held his braid, but he definitely didn't like it.

"HSSS!"

You thought he was going to pull you down when he grabbed you by the waist, so you pulled your hands away. Another stupid decision. He put you down, and got on top of you. Of course, he didn't put his weight on you. He grabbed your tiny wrists and pulled you towards his chest. He tied them up from behind. Then he held your upper arms firmly, leaned into your ear. "Be a good girl." he said a little harshly.

He looked at your tiny body trapped in his giant one. You were little. You were a rebel girl who defied him despite her tiny body. Your heart was strong, you didn't listen, you didn't give up hope. "You remind me of my younger self. But not exactly."

He stood up and took you in his arms instead of throwing you on his shoulder. "You also remind me of my younger son Lo'ak. But not exactly."

Silence again. He just walked and didn't speak.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't have a chance to escape anyway. Actually, there never was, but you kept trying.

You didn't know if the time passed quickly or if he was fast, but you got to their home. It was much more beautiful than the part of the forest where you got lost. And there was a family that welcomed you.

"Kiri, look! She's so tinyyy." Tuk jumped where she was and shook her sister's arm. How small the people were! This has always amused her. Your age was probably as old as her brothers', but despite this, your body was the size of a child Na'vi.

"Yeah, she is." Kiri murmured. She couldn't take her eyes off you. She was always in an interaction with Eywa that no one could understand. Your presence ignited this interaction, gave a strange feeling that evoked both heaviness and lightness in her heart. She could feel Eywa 'spinning' around you. The reason for this, unfortunately, was unclear to her.

"You are late." Neytiri said.

"We had some little disagreements." He looked at you. "I guess she didn't like me."

He smiled when you frowned at his last imply.

"So you scared her." Neytiri came closer to took you from Jake's arms. When she realized that your hands were tied behind your back, she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh, Jake! What did you do?"

She immediately put you down and untied your wrists, and then took you in her arms. "I can't believe you did this. Why?" There was disappointment in her voice, but she was harsh.

"You can't imagine how fierce she is. She's a real troublema-"

"No! It can't be your way."

"No-" Jake gave a deep breath and wanted to explain himself but then gave up. "I'll explain to you later."

Neytiri look at you. How big she was compared to you. She rocked you in her arms, same as she were holding her own child. There was no sign of the woman who considered you a threat a few hours ago. She smiled as she held you carefully.

She smiled.

And she smiled very beautifully.

You didn't realize that a Na'vi could be so beautiful. Obviously, she thought the same thing about you. You were very beautiful, too. She realized this, thanks to Eywa.

"How do you feel, my child?" She raised her head a little, making her voice clear and strong.

You didn't expect her question. You just looked at her and blinked.

"Are you afraid?"

You thought about lying when she looked directly into your soul. Her eyes were really sharp and it scared you so much that you couldn't even hide your true feelings. You nodded slowly.

Neytiri softened her expression. She didn't want you to feel the fear. You were Eywa's gift. "You no longer have any reason to be afraid, my child. You are family now."

She said some things that you didn't understand. She seemed like praying, she closed her eyes and whispered. Others were listening.

"Jake." She opened her eyes when she finished. She put you on the ground and left you with their children. Jake followed her and patted your head when he passed. His hand was much bigger than your head and you thought it would crush you.

Being alone with four Na'vi teen didn't make you feel any better. Your form, which stood ready to run away at any moment, did not help them either. Tuk ran in front of you and grabbed you by the arms. "Don't go, please."

"No, Tuk. Don't do it. She's already so scared." Neteyam saved you from his little sister and pressed you to himself. You hugged his legs like you did before and looked at Tuk.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot that your heart is also tiny."

You didn't want the visibly upset child to feel even worse. You left Neteyam's legs and gently held Tuk's hand. You were a little hesitant about it, but she was just a kid. You felt like you had to be nice to her. When her smile instantly appeared on her face, you smiled a little too. There was something about this girl that cheered you up. You couldn't be angry with her or afraid of her. At least for now, everything seemed to be fine.

"Hey, c'mon, let me take you somewhere you'll be comfortable." Lo'ak couldn't hide the irritation in his voice. Neteyam always had to came forward, right? He always knew the right thing, he was always the leader. Lo'ak had no problem with him being responsible, but he hated the way Neteyam pulled you towards him.

Lo'ak didn't care about his brother or Tuk. He came to you quickly and opened his arms, leaning. "Come here."

"No." Neteyam stretched his arm straight towards Lo'ak's chest and threw a light blow at him, knocking him back. Away from you. "Stay where you are."

Lo'ak's eyes flashed with anger. When he hissed, he pushed his brother and knocked him to the ground. "Why are you the only one who is untouchable?"

"Lo'ak stop!" Kiri shouted and tried to pull him back.

And Tuk scared, he ran to his brother on the ground and checked if he was okay. Yes, he was okay. Neteyam was extremely okay actually. His patience overflowed, he stood up and angrily walked over to Lo'ak. Kiri put her hands on the chests of both of them and pleaded wearily. "Now is not the time!"

Neteyam leaned over Lo'ak's face and hissed. "You're acting like a child."

Lo'ak took a long look at his brother and pushed Kiri to the side.

"Wait, calm down." Although Kiri objected, Lo'ak waved his hand that he was fine and pushed her away softly. He needed to be alone. If he left for a while, he could talk to you.

After he looked at your worried face, he turned around and walked away. There was a place where he liked to spend time alone. Yes, he decided to go there. Maybe one day he would take you there too. A lot of fun together-

"C'mon, put your legs around my waist. Let's get you out of here." Neteyam said.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

What a selfish, two-faced...

Lo'ak's mind, which had barely calmed down, was filled with anger again. But this time with intense jealousy and betrayal. He turned back and grabbed his brother by the shoulder, who leaned down and opened his arms to you. He punched him hard in the face and nearly caused him to fall.

You screamed at what happened and jumped backwards. While Kiri was running to separate the two, Tuk hugged you. You didn't know if she hugged because she was scared.

"What's wrong with you?" Kiri screamed and held Neteyam's face but he pushed her away gently. He touched his bleeding nose and shook his head. "Okay, that's it."

He pushed Lo'ak hard, but he jumped to the other side of his brother before he lost his balance too much. When he wanted to throw another punch, Neteyam grabbed his hand and pushed him hard to the ground.

He pressed his arm against his brother's chest and held him steady. "No, you're not acting. You are still a child."

"What the hell is happening here? Lo'ak?" Jake said.

Neytiri went towards to Tuk and you. She hugged you both. How vulnerable you looked hugged each other. "Oh, my babies."

Neteyam got up on top of Lo'ak and grabbed him by the arm to help his brother, but Lo'ak refused him in anger and got up on his own. They both stood facing their father with their heads down. "What the hell was that about?"

Neteyam, who spoke almost all the time, remained silent. He couldn't say it was because of you. He couldn't take the blame too.

"What did you do to your brother's nose?" he raised his voice.

"Jake." Neytiri called out, pointing at you. She shook her head, meaning not now.

"Alright... We're not done yet." Jake said by looking into Lo'ak's eyes and left.

Neytiri followed Jake, taking you and Tuk. Kiri watched her brothers for a while. They stood quietly and looked everywhere besides themselves. She opened her mouth several times to say something, but gave up.

Soon Kiri left them alone. They weren't sure how long their long silence lasted. But Lo'ak couldn't bear to be alone with him anymore. "Sometimes I hate you."

Not seeing Neteyam's hurt expression, he quickly walked away and left his brother alone.

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n3ptoonz · 6 months

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OMG OKAY SO I JUST READ YOUR RECENT HEADCANONS WITH EARTHREALM BOYS AND HOW THEY'D REACT TO READER RIDING THEM AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT GOT ME THINKING

How would they react to reader pegging them HEHEHE 👁️👁️🙏

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to pegging

sorry i took so long to get to this anon! life is on my asssss and kept getting random spurts of writers block but WE HERE

warnings: explicit, smut elements, fluff elements, sub men obviously, sphinx might have favs idk tho😹

Scorpion

When you suggested pegging for the first time, it intrigued him. He'd always been down to try something new, especially if you bring it to him since he does it more

Y'all would be reeallll slow in the beginning. Luckily you knew all about preparation and making sure he was relaxed and okay the whole time. It didn't take long for him to get used to it, and even take a liking

He'd prefer for it to be a regular thing after his looonngggg days after work. There's nothing he needs more than to either be treated with tender, love, and care or just straight filthy coitus with him seeing stars and his hair tangled to all hell

The first few times he was a shy boy, cute lil whimpers here and there. Now? Doesn't give a damn, he will be as vocal as he feels like. You're gonna be the one who wakes up with claw marks and bite marks in the morning

Sub-Zero

Huh? You want to what? Were you inside of his head or something? How'd you know he wanted you to absolutely mix his guts whenever he gives you attitude? Something ain't right

He only acts reluctant because he didn't wanna look eager, but the man was waiting for this moment. The second you suggested it he was like "okay i'll say yes after like the third time i gotta look cool." when whole time he wanted to fall to his knees and hug your thighs in agreement

Don't try to go slow the first few times. His patience is shorter than his temper, this mf is the most power bottom individual in the bedroom. After he's gotten used to it he'll 'allow' you to go the romantic route (he's such a lil bitch for it we love it)

He barks orders at you like you won't grab his face and give him a taste of his own medicine. One good time where you're hovering over him, a thumb on the inside of his cheek while he drools and you fuck him like your life depended on it. Mission success!

Smoke

He's the one who brought it to you. Any objections? I think tf not. He isn't saying it aloud, but his eyes are silently begging you to treat him like the town's whore

He likes both the romance and the pure filth. It's entirely up to you; he will never say no to anything you suggest. Fuck him like you're mad at him or go slow and steady while you kiss his jaw and play with his hair and sing his praises

Any and all positions available. If you can somehow prone this big boy, DO IT. He'd totally ride you too if you really down for the count. We are troopers around this bitch!

Sometimes it would concern you how rarely he tapped out, especially when shit was getting intense and didn't calm down for a while. If you were absolutely demolishing his ass, you'd see a pool of drool escaping his lips, his eyes glossed over, his whines and moans gradually getting louder, and when you asked if he was okay, he would nod and give you a thumbs up like he didn't just bust 3 times in a row

Johnny Cage

Every time I do any sexual hcs of this mf, I will continue to say he's a brat. I do not care. He's a fucking diva and will dare to bark orders at you too like you're not the one who brought it up

Y'all know that Meg the stallion lyric where she's like "no don't fuck me like that fuck me like this"? THATS HIS ASS. He KNOWS it'll piss you off but go one of two ways: you indeed do fuck him like that but added aggression, OR! you stop completely and pretend like you're gonna leave the room. Works every time

He thoroughly enjoys straight up sex over romantic sex, but every once in a while he indulges in popping champagne, throwing down rose petals, and playing sexy music in the back to set the mood. Ol dramatic ass

Remember how I said in my riding hcs that he records everything? Yeah. Even as far as come to you and be like "okay so like what if we sold these? i could cut your face out if you want-" and you're like !1!2? HOWEVER ik some of yall are FREEKIE FUCKS. If you say "fuck that leave my face in it", prepare to never need a job ever again

Kenshi Takahashi

Surprisingly is down with it. That's what #love does to a mf. He's like Kuai, anything you want you shall receive. If you wanna play around in that ass, say no more!

97% of the time wants to go slow and steady. He just loves looking at your face with the power of Sento while making love. Tell him how much you love and appreciate him and how he's doing so good for you and he'll instantly become the butter to your bread (like melting- ok y'all get it cool)

That 3%?? He would be on his knees and begging you to fuck the stress out of him. He's had such a tough week, just shove his head into the pillow and get to work!

If it's missionary just grip his neck, get real close to his face so he can feel your breath, and welcome him to pound town. All aboard the slut-Kenshi-out train

Raiden

Secretly a whore. The first green light into pegging territory, you could see his pearly browns sparkle in excitement and eagerness. He's relatively chill and calm about it at first because he didn't want to scare you away, but that's gone in an instant when you actually do the deed

Walks up to microphone Raiden...enjoys the prepping damn near more than the actual pegging. This pretty boy sure loves to see you break out the lubricant and gloves just so you can get him ready. Bro is on the edge of the bed swinging his feet while you have the most devious look in your eye

He's 50/50 on sensual nights vs getting down and dirty. Literally has zero preference, just spread him!

Back to how I said he's secretly a whore, sometimes he does subtle things that get you riled up throughout the day so you can take it out on him later. It's kinda funny sometimes cause he can be vocal but he's more shy than ever, but he'll break soon, trust

Liu Kang

Out of everyone he'd probably enjoy it the most. Now hear me out, he's not used to something like this, so it may take some convincing, but it's very little. It's good that he was mortal before so this level of intimacy isn't completely out of bounds

Once you get the stamp of approval and you try it for the first time, he's in love. It's like all he wants to do. Like holy fuck, where has this been for all these eons? This is the ultimate relaxation and he gets to forget his worries for a few hours??

He's so fascinated that he'd be the one introducing YOU to different types of straps all the way down to the patterns. "A dragon one... have you heard of this one?" like damn bro we get it you fw dragons (literally 😹)

Given how calm he is he prefers slow and sensual. It's only when he's truly curious that he'd be like hmm...it certainly wouldn't hurt to try (prepare for his godly stamina to have you on the brink of death btw). also, there's no way he wouldn't request for his hair to be pulled 😮‍💨

Kung Lao

Kung Lao my beloved. Morphs into alpha with huge muscles and impeccable imagination. Kung Lao, the egotistical and prideful man he is would think he has the up on you simply because he brought it up before you did. This fine ass man can and will come prepared on his own, case full of toys and all

And if I said he likes to be tooted up with music in the back and you pulling his hair while being used like a barracks bunny, would you arrest me?? For speaking TRUTH? He's a whore your honor

He don't give a damn about slow and steady but he'll do it if you want to. Just know it will never end in slow and steady, the pace always seems to be picked up and all of a sudden he's strap-warming you as a punishment (he literally wanted this to happen)

Idek what more to say Kung Lao is a slut and I need him in a way that's concerning to women's suffrage. I will make that hat chucking dimple having sexy ass man a fucking mother, just you wait. [he is one of the first I will breed]

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baby-yongbok · 10 months

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What about being fucked so hard and quick by han that you squirt and pass out into subspace?

yes. Yes. YES. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about Han absolutely ruining me and slipping into subspace. Okay, so hear me out...

Subspace

Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

✨Masterlist✨

It's been an hour and a half since you and your boyfriend Han started going at each other like rabbits in heat. The three months away from each other while he was on tour was hard for the both of you, and you wanted nothing more than to feel every part of him now that he was back. It was clear that the feeling was mutual from the way that your man was currently rutting into you like he's never fucked a pussy in his entire life.

"B-baby, you're so, fuck - so big." You managed a strangled moan as Han pounded into you mercilessly. One thing that you loved about sex with your boyfriend was how comfortable and free he made you feel, this in turn allowed you to easily slip into subspace and let your mind float into the clouds as he pleasured you.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way I fuck you? Let me hear you baby." Each word that came out of his mouth pushed you further into your dazed mind space. His thrusts hit just the right spot every time making you grip the sheets lazily and whimper incoherent words that he didn't dare to decipher. He knew that you were too far gone and it only made him want to fuck you harder. He turned you on your side lifting one of your legs to get a deeper feel of you and that's when you swore you saw stars. His dick was hitting spots that you weren't even aware existed and your mindless moaning and drooling only encouraged him to ruin you more.

"Such a good baby for me, yeah? Taking this cock so well." He could feel you clench around him at the sound of his praise and it only made him want more. Snaking a hand down your torso his fingers found your swollen clit and started rubbing circles around the nub at the pace that you go absolutely crazy over.

It all happened so fast after that. You were a screaming babbling mess from the overstimulation of his cock hitting your g-spot and his fingers working your clit. Your orgasm washed over you more intensely than any had before causing you to black out and fall limp into the mattress. Han came shortly after you, filling you with his load as he whispered sweet and dirty words to your currently unconscious body. He plopped down next to you and held you close to him rubbing smooth circles into your back and softly bringing you back to the real world. He offered you some water and whispered praises into your ear to ground you a bit after the intense session.

"That was fucking hot, baby, I've never seen you do that before." With lazily furrowed brows you look up at him waiting for him to elaborate.

"You squirted all over me, Jagi." You look down at his torso to see that it is indeed covered in your liquids along with soaked spots on the sheets and arousal coating your thighs. "I want to make you do that again."

Your words failed you as you looked up at him with lazy sleepy eyes, your head still in the fuzzy mode of subspace. "But let's rest for now, yeah baby? You did such a good job for daddy, I promise to reward you later."

You snuggled into him as he stroked your hair and hummed to you, allowing you to ride out your subspace in his arms.

#chili chat #skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz han jisung #skz hard thoughts #Chili's aks #han jisung smut #stray kids han jisung #stray kids han #skz han

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 6 months

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Crushing On A Classmate

MM!Turtles x reader

A/N: I am not American and have never been to an American high school, so I’m just guessing based off of movies and what little I know.

Warnings: Just spelling and sweet Mutant Mayhem stuff💙❤️💜🧡

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Leonardo:

Leonardo would subtly try to impress you with his skills. He'd offer to help with homework, carry your books, and be your study partner, all while fumbling over his words, making his face feel hotter and hotter with every word.

Doing those times he brought you to the sewer to do homework together, he might showcase his expertise with his swords, hoping to catch your attention. He's protective, making sure you're always safe, and tries to be your personal hero. But then you would remind him that you still had homework due for tomorrow.

Leo would definitely be nervous around you, especially in the beginning. His usually somewhat calm and collected demeanor might falter, and he'd find himself stumbling over words or overthinking every interaction. Like that one time you didn’t hear him say hey. Left him in bed for days, wondering if you hated him all of a sudden.

When you sit next to him in class, Leo would feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. He'd try to act nonchalant, but you might catch him stealing glances at you. He'd be attentive, always ready to lend a helping hand if you need notes or assistance with anything, even if his hands would shake around his pencil.

Back at the lair, Leo would unintentionally bring you up in conversation more often than he realizes, with a dreamy look in his eyes. His brothers would pick up on it and start teasing him about his newfound interest.

Donatello might playfully analyze Leo's behavior, while Michelangelo and Raphael would make sly comments, causing Leo to blush and stammer in response. He was almost ready to die whenever they would do it with you around.

Michelangelo would tease him by singing love songs whenever you're mentioned, making Leo wish he could retreat into his shell.

Splinter, being wise, would observe Leo's actions and share a knowing smile. He'd offer guidance on matters of the heart, reminding him that it's okay to be vulnerable and express his feelings. Yet his dad would talk about love and dating as if he was an expert, especially after Scumbug had made her way into his life.

Leo might not openly admit to his crush, but his brothers knew straight away. He couldn’t keep a secret, and especially not when it came to you, but he tried. But after Raph just asked him once, Leo broke down admitting to everything. Yes he found you attractive, and yes he really wanted you to be his human girlfriend!

Raphael:

The tough and rebellious Raphael would probably act aloof at first, but deep down, he'd be more protective and caring over you than he'd like to admit. He might tease you playfully and engage in some friendly banter, but he often feared he pushed it too far, even if you laughed at his teasing.

Raphael would likely go out of his way to help you out in tough situations, and you'd catch him stealing glances when he thinks you're not looking. He did that quite often in class. Zoning out while staring at you from his seat behind you. That had caused him a lot of trouble when he didn’t follow along in school.

Raph, known for his tough exterior, would indeed feel a bit nervous around you. He might not show it openly, but his interactions might be marked by a subtle intensity, especially when he's trying to impress you.

While Raph is not one to readily ask for help, he might find excuses to be near you during group activities or projects. He'd prefer action over words, showcasing his skills and strength to get your attention.

Raph might not ask for help directly, but he'd appreciate your mental and physical strengths and secretly observe from a distance, admiring your capabilities.

At the lair, Raph would be more protective than usual. His brothers might notice him being a bit more on edge when it comes to your safety, no matter if it’s physical or emotional. Even just a little comment about you. Donnie and you liked to tease each other, but Raph did not like it at all.

Raph would likely express his crush through actions rather than words. He might offer you his jacket if you seem cold or step in to defend you during one of Donnie or Mikey's teasing episodes.

Raph's brothers would notice his crush through his protective and slightly more attentive behavior. Leonardo might be the first to pick up on it, observing the subtle signs of Raph's softer side.

Mikey would make light-hearted comments, teasing Raph about being a "hopeless romantic," while Donnie might analyze Raph's behavior more critically, telling him to quit being such a brute.

Raph wouldn't openly talk about his feelings, but his brothers would notice the extra effort he puts into being there for you and might offer some brotherly advice.

Donatello:

The tech-savvy Donatello would be the go-to person for any computer or gadget troubles you might have. He'd shyly compliment your intelligence, and you'd catch him staring as he admired your problem-solving skills with every test in front of you.

Donatello might find excuses to be close, offering to be your lab partner or working on a project together. His crush would be evident in the way he stumbles over his words, yet he would just brush it off as being a little cold, pulling his hoodie closer around him.

Donnie would be less nervous than some of his brothers, as his logical and analytical nature helps him keep his emotions in check. However, he might still find himself a bit flustered around you, especially if you catch him off guard. It had happened that he almost choked on his juice box when you greeted him during lunch.

In class, Donnie would likely be a combination of teasing and helping. He'd use his intelligence to subtly impress you, offering assistance with challenging assignments or explaining complex concepts.

Donnie might playfully challenge you to solve problems or share interesting facts, finding ways to engage your intellect and showcase his own intelligence.

The moment he learned of your shared love for anime, he was close to starting running laps around the school.

When you visited the lair to do homework with him, Donatello would continue his supportive and helpful demeanor. He might offer to assist you with any tech-related issues or share interesting discoveries he made in his little lab.

While not explicitly talking about you, Donnie's brothers might notice the extra effort he puts into making sure you're comfortable and included. Raphael might make sarcastic comments, but Leo and Mikey would likely appreciate Donnie's caring nature.

Donatello's brothers might not notice his crush right away, as he's more subtle in expressing his feelings. However, over time, they'd observe his increased attention to you and the way he seems genuinely invested in your well-being.

Raphael might make snarky remarks, teasing Donnie about his "soft spot," while Mikey would probably cheer on any potential romantic development, saying it was about time at least one of them got a girlfriend.

Leonardo would offer some brotherly advice, encouraging Donnie to be more open about his feelings and not overthink things.

Michelangelo:

The fun-loving and carefree Mikey would probably invite you to pizza parties and movie nights the moment he realized he was developing feelings for you. He'd crack jokes, hoping to see your smile, and would be the first one to suggest a group hangout. Well, it didn't take long for him to ask you to hangout with him one on one either.

Mikey would absolutely try to make you laugh in class. He'd crack jokes, share funny stories, and maybe even doodle silly cartoons on your notebooks when you're not looking. His goal would be to brighten your day and see your smile, and most definitely succeeded at that.

He might even create a silly nickname for you as a sign of affection, and you'd find random doodles in your notebooks of you and him sharing a laugh. That had cost both of you stinging looks from your teacher, whenever the two of you would snicker at your table.

Mikey would be excellent at hiding his nervousness, using his cheerful and carefree persona to mask any anxiety he might feel. He'd make it seem like he's just being his usual goofy self around you.

Coming back home from school, Mikey would be even more energetic than usual, and his brothers would notice the extra pep in his step. He'd be excited to share stories about your day and any funny incidents that happened.

Mikey might not talk extensively about you, but he would highlight how cool and awesome you are. His brothers would catch on, and Raphael might roll his eyes while secretly enjoying Mikey's infectious enthusiasm.

Michelangelo would express his admiration for you by describing your coolest moments. "Dude, you should've seen (Y/N) today! She totally aced that move when she borrowed my skateboard. It was epic!"

He'd also try to include you in their pizza nights and movie marathons, subtly finding ways to spend more time together outside of school. It was becoming more and more common to find you and him in the brothers shared room, watching movies on his or your laptop.

When teased by his brothers about his crush, Mikey would play it off with a laugh, hands behind his head and a happy smile on his face, saying, "What? (Y/N) is just super awesome, bros. Can't help but appreciate that!"

To be honest, Mikey wasn't to scared about you or anybody else figuring out about his crush on you. Of course you made his heart skip a beat whenever you were close, but he did not fear the day you would learn about it. Actually, he looked forward to it.

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huntershoe · 3 months

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THE BAD BATCH PROMPT EVENT

A/N: I would like to thank @arctrooper69 for making this prompt and giving me a great idea. I am a little late tho because I only saw the post yesterday evening. I chose the NSFW prompt since I am trying to improve my smut writing abilities ;)

Summary: After intense past months, the tension between you and Hunter finally snaps.

Warning: NSFW (18+) minors DNI.

Word count: 2439

Thank you for reading!

It has been months since you, Hunter and Wrecker had any break, the fast pacing time and events simply wouldn't let you rest, even a good night sleep was rare. And with that of course came another few things to complain about. You and Hunter used to be so much more physically active together, and not just the flaming hot crazy sex, but also just small kisses here and there when no one was looking, the fleeting touches, just to reassure each other's presence.

It's not that you don't love him anymore, or the other way around, it's just that the stress from loosing Tech and Omega was too great, it wouldn't let you relax even for a second, knowing that Omega is still out there, suffering maker knows what.

So yes, you actually couldn't remember the last time you and Hunter managed to let out some steam and fuck and the only time you would get to kiss him was if you both managed get into your bunk at the same time to sleep and Wrecker took the watch.

The last few months consisted of constant deadly missions, doing the dirty work just to get some information, which usually ended up being useless but that didn't stop you and you kept on risking your life every day, to find Omega.

So once you got a mysterious transmission, sounding like Omega and telling you to meet at some backwater location, you didn't know what to believe. It simply sounded too good to be true. You could still remember the moment Omega ran down the ramp and into Wrecker's arms, it really was a sight to see, just like Wrecker said.

You were the second one Omega ran to, and you knelt down in front of her, squeezing her into a tight hug, until Omega spotted Hunter on top of the ramp, looking down at his two favourite girls with a small smile.

From then on, everything changed once Crosshair walked down the ramp to everyone's surprise.

Crosshair's arrival made Hunter a bit on edge, he didn't trust his brother as much as he wanted to. Who could blame him, Crosshair was the one hunting them just a little more than six months ago.

On top of that, with Crosshair now being around again, Hunter seemed more...pissy, it greatly bothered him that the sniper acted like nothing happened, like he didn't need to explain his actions.

With that, tension was all time high, because Hunter being pissy and on edge, made you pissy and on edge so you were constantly bickering. That's exactly why you were in the middle of a fight that was gradually becoming bigger and bigger, making Crosshair roll his eyes and go down to the beach with Batcher and Wrecker taking Omega fishing.

Not even realizing you two were now alone in the Marauder, yelling at each other about the most silly things until the topic somehow ended up on your failing relationship, or how it seemed that it was slowly failing.

And when Hunter tried to come up with a dumb excuse as to why he was pulling away, because he himself didn't actually know why but he just felt like he had to explain himself and when you called him on his bulshit he groaned, holding his head as he rolled his eyes and tried to walk away.

You weren't about to let him go, especially when you heard him mutter a quiet "Just go fuck yourself."

He couldn't help himself, it just escaped his lips and he knew he screwed up when you let out a loud scoff, crossing your arms in front of you and glared at his back. "Fuck me yourself, you coward."

That made him stop in his tracks and his breath hitched, not knowing if he heard you right and trying to decide how to respond back if he did indeed heard you right. Hunter turned around, his head moving before his body as he looked at you with raised brows. "What?"

You knew Hunter didn't mean it, he wasn't the type of man to insult someone and you knew very well that these past months weren't just bad for you but also for him. You knew it wasn't his fault that you two grew apart but still, you were frustrated. Frustrated that you can't have him like you used to, that you can't show him how deeply you actually love him, that even when you do, he barely acknowledges it. Frustrated with yourself that you were still thinking so selfishly. "You heard me, Hunter."

You rolled your eyes, still a little angry and tapping your feet against the ground. "I mean it's been months since you've last kissed me properly," You tried to justify your comeback, the last of your frustration fading away and embarrassment and self consciousness taking its place as you averted your eyes down to your fiddling fingers.

The embarrassment only intensified when Hunter stayed silent, just looking at you with his head tilted making you nervous in front of him for the first time since you've entered the relationship with him. "I...I know we hadn't had the time for us in these past months but I just miss us...I miss you Hunter." You started rambling, your voice getting quieter until you just barely whispered the last part but Hunter only stayed still, silently watching, making it worse.

The nerves finally got the best of you and you closed your eyes. "please say something." You whispered as tears started forming in your eyes. You let out one final breath waiting for him, to give you a sign, something, anything, to show you he still wants you and your relationship.

And when even after a few moments, he didn't let out a single sound, you turned away to hide your tears that finally spilled. Thinking that this was the end of it, you began walking away, trying to hide but you only managed to make a few steps before you felt someone grabbing your arm, stopping and spinning you.

Your eyes opened in shock as the world suddenly began spinning around you until your body came to a sudden halt and your chest was pressed against a solid and all to familiar armour. You didn't even get to look up at Hunter properly before his lips connected to yours and your body froze.

One of Hunter's hands sneaked around your waist, pulling you closer and securing you against his chest while his other hand moved up from your forearm to your cheek as he pressed a long and loving kiss against your lips. Butterflies exploded in your stomach and a warm feeling spread across your whole body. You slowly relaxed into his arms and your eyes closed as your own hands began sneaking up his armor plates and behind his neck. Hunter gently bit down on your lower lip, making you gasp in surprise. He took the chance, deepening the kiss, he slowly sneaked his tongue against yours, playing with it while exploring your mouth, trying to map every corner just like he used to.

This kiss was everything you wanted, everything you needed, everything...you missed these past months.

Your tongue danced around his, like two snakes, wrapping around each other as your hands moved higher up into his hair and he let out a quiet groan once you gently pulled on a strand of his hair.

None of you were even considering on pulling away, until your lungs began burning with the need for oxygen. Gently pulling away from his lips, you opened your eyes slowly. Your eyes locked with his as both of your chests heavied up and down, gasping for air.

His mesmerizing golden brown eyes were looking at you softly. Holding so many emotions, so much love for you, it made you feel bad about your latter outburst.

"Mesh'la" Shivers ran down your back at the Mandalorian nickname Hunter murmured while moving his hand from your cheek to a rogue strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear. "I'm sorry." Your eyes flickered from his right to left eye, until he closed them for a long moment and reopened them, watching you intensely.

"I never wanted to make you feel this way." His voice was laced with regret and he slowly moved his hand behind your neck, slowly pushing your head closer until your foreheads touched in keldabe kiss.

"Let me...us start this again."

Hope filled your chest and it almost felt like a giant stone rolled of off your heart. A smile grew over your lips and you moved your right hand on his tattooed cheek. Following the pattern of the black ink, your finger danced in small circles, until it stopped on his lips.

"Let's try this again."

You watched how his pupils slowly dilated, watching you with pure adoration.

"Good." Hunter rasped and then attacked your lips. It was like a switch in him flipped, letting out a man starving for you as his both hands moved down to your hips, pushing you against him while his tongue battled for dominance.

You felt dizzy, your eyes rolling back as they fell shut.

A breathy moan escaped past your lips as Hunter moved his hands lower to your ass, squeezing it hungrily and one of your leg automatically went up and locked around his hip.

You felt him pull back for a second to breathe, his chest violently moving up and down, just like yours.

"Good thing they left us alone."

Hunter murmured and a smirk spread across his lips as he kneaded your ass. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore and you kissed him again, pulling yourself as close to him as possible until Hunter gently tapped your ass, signaling you to jump and you did.

He caught you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind him. With your legs out of the way, Hunter began walking towards your shared bunk bed all while still managing to take your breath away.

He moved to sit down on the edge of the bed and with this newfound position, you could feel just how aroused he was, his hard-on poking through the gasps of his armor.

Moving your hands down his armored chest, you began taking off any piece of his armor that you could get your hands on. Helping you, Hunter took off his main chest plate, throwing it away mindlessly. With that, your hands found his cod piece and you began tugging it away, freeing his achingly hard cock.

Hunter let out a loud groan, his hands once again moving to your ass and pulling you closer and over his hard-on.

Moaning at how perfectly this position allowed you to grind your clit directly over his cock you began rolling your hips over and over.

Letting out a string of curses, Hunter broke the kiss and began planting open mouthed kisses all over your neck, starting at your jaw.

"Fuck mesh'la." Hunter groaned deeply before he started nibbling on that perfect spot just under your jaw.

After all these months of no physical contact like this, it made you so much more desperate to reach that perfect peak of ecstasy. Hunter could tell you were already close, with all those moans and gasps you were letting out. It was enchanting to watch you, so beautiful, sexy, mesmerizing. He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you neared your orgasm.

You felt amazing, in the arms of your lover and nearing your peak. Your eyes were rolling back and your breath hitched, just as you thought your orgasm would roll over Hunter stood up in a split second and gently threw you on the bed.

Gasping in surprise and then whining as that perfect peak subsided you opened your eyes wide, only to see him kneel in front of you and take off his black gloves.

"I want you coming all over my face and fingers." A quiet mewl escaped you, his voice was low, almost growling as he threw his gloves somewhere behind him and then grabbed your waist band, pulling it down quickly. A loud groan left him as he spotted a big wet spot on the crotch of your pants.

Hunter pulled both your pants and panties off in one go, throwing them over his shoulder just like he did with his gloves. Another growl escaped him as he grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder and pulled you up, closer to his face.

You watched his face, how his eyes looked at you hungrily and he wetted his lips, you saw his nostrils dilate as he breathed in your sweet scent. He looked downright sinful as you saw him close his eyes and lick a long stripe up across your folds, making you moan. Another loud groan echoed through the ship as Hunter began feasting on you.

Wrapping his lips around your clit he began sucking on it as if his life depends on it. His mouth felt amazing on you and you couldn't help but to grab onto his hair as you felt yourself quickly approaching that wonderful high again. A loud gasp left you when you felt his fingers prodding on your entrance. "Please Hunter, more." Feeling desperate enough you begged, rolling your hips into his face.

Wanting to fulfill your every wish, Hunter entered two fingers in you, groaning when your pussy clenched around them immediately. He expertly hit that spongy spot, managing to pump his fingers in and out only a few times before your eyes rolled back and your lips opened in O shape, letting out a long moan as your orgasm hit you.

Your body shook and Hunter had to hold onto you to keep you from moving too much as he kept on sucking on your juices. After a few more moments of pure ecstasy you began feeling overstimulated and you had to actually pull Hunter off of you by his hair. He looked wild, licking his lips and his eyes black as night, he was panting when he finally pulled away a little more just to suck on his fingers full of your juices. "One of these days I'm gonna take my time with you and won't stop for hours." Hunter growled, looking down, directly at your pussy.

You looked at him, your face completely flushed and you grinned at him. "Come here soldier." And you pulled him closer, connecting your lips with him.

Maybe this will be even better than before.

#clone troopers #star wars #the bad batch #hunter tbb #tbb hunter smut #tbb hunter x reader

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prettybean · 7 months

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KEEGAN (+18)

“I’ll shoot you”

gun play! (consensually), rough Keegan!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Your favorite thing to do was tease Keegan; every day you came up with something new to make him uncomfortable. There was the time you spilled coffee on his uniform and the time you completely destroyed his workplace. He thinks you're a brat, but you were unable to stop yourself.

However, a few days ago you decided to push his limits. He was cleaning his rifle and other equipment, you were with him, staring at the man intensely. You'd always had a soft spot for his hands, and indeed his whole body was stunning: mysterious, mysterious enough to turn you on.

"Wow, sergeant”. You said jokingly, walking over to his freshly cleaned weapon. "Don't you dare”. He warned you with a stern look as you grabbed one. "What? I think you did a great job," You winked at him with a evil smile, before licking the whole gun.

Keegan held his breath as if you had just pulled a trigger inside his head. He endured your teasing for so long that his body moved involuntarily: he disarmed you and put a gun to your head. "I did a good job, huh? Kneel down." You weren't afraid, you knew Keegan would never shoot you, so you followed the order and knelt at his feet with a defiant expression. "Yes, sir”. It was extremely exciting the idea of playing with him like that.

"How obedient...open your mouth, pretty girl".

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out in front of him. He started rubbing the barrel of the gun in your oral cavity, you tried to stay still and follow his movements. "Fuck, you're such a good little whore." You immediately wrapped your lips around the weapon, sucking on it like you were on his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip until it reached the back of your throat.

You noticed his huge bulge, looking up at him as you choked on his gun, wetting it with spit. “God, who taught you to do that, kid?” He pushed the gun all the way into your mouth, pulling your hair to make it go deeper.

“You're so desperate, do you like it? Do you know what will happen if I pull that trigger?." You felt your pussy tighten, you had to put a hand in between to ease the pain. "Shoot me".

He took the gun out and points it at your head before lowering it gradually, pushing it against your neck, chest, and stomach. “You’re shaking. Where do you want it? here?". You moaned loudly as he slid the gun's barrel between your legs. “Sir”. You begin to say, after taking a breath. "Don’t you think your cock would fit here better?" You added, biting your lip in laughter at your own provocation. He gave you a cold glance, taking off his belt, leaving the Glock on his desk. "Come here" . Keegan ordered and made you put your hands on his legs so you can see his throbbing cock.

“You're such a brat, look at you.” He rubs his huge cock dripping with precum, slapping your face with it. “Should I fuck you? You’ve messing with me all day. You really don't deserve it." He grabbed the gun again, pointing it at you.

“Suck my dick, if you stop even for a moment, I'll fucking shoot you.”

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* pt. 2 here

#keegan russ x reader #cod x reader #cod keegan #ghost x reader #ghost smut #konig cod #konig smut #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #cod #keegan smut #keegan x reader #keegan x you #soap smut #soap x reader #john price smut #john price #cod smut

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v0rewhxre · 4 months

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Punished Part 2

The very highly anticipated part 2 to my punished blurb I wrote randomly last week! Thank you all so much for the support and love! I was not expecting this story to take off!

Also the first two paragraphs are from part 1 if they seem familiar!

18+ MDNI

CW: [f masturbation, m masturbation, slight throat grasping, p in v unprotected sex, restraint play, blindfolds, sensory play, oral f receiving, edging, pull out method, slightly dom Noah, slightly dom reader, slightly mean Noah, mentions of sex toys, mentions of squirting]

He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.

Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.

*Later that day*

The soft hum of my vibrator was the only sound in our large airy bedroom. There was a slick sweat that coated my entire body. My hips were moving in rhythm, coming off the bed so I could get the most pressure on my clit. Noah had left the house for the afternoon to work on some fancy drum engineering stuff with Matt and Folio. This provided the perfect opportunity to finally get the release I needed.

The entire day sucked. Noah was extremely arrogant and moody all day. I knew this could only mean he was having a hard time with a new song. Although he had done a lot of work in therapy, these mood swings still came out. I didn't mind the mood swings occasionally, usually they led to really hot sex with Noah. Not today I guess...

The pleasure building throughout my pelvis started to become more intense at the thoughts of Noah throwing me around bed. I focused on this one particular time where Noah fucked me so hard I squirted all over him, making a huge mess. We ended up laughing about it for weeks afterwards. To this day I swear I actually peed, but he reassured me that was not the case.

Finally, my orgasm was right on the cusp. I continued the same swirl pattern on my clit allowing myself to go over the edge. I moaned so loudly; all the tension from earlier pouring out of me in waves of ecstasy. Fuck Noah and his stupid fucking rule, if I want to cum I will.

After my orgasm finished I set my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer, remade the bed, and took a quick shower. There would be no evidence for Noah to find.

When Noah came home, he was still a little off but seemed a lot happier. They must have cooked up something real good in the studio. I had no doubt Matt and Folio wrote some insane drum parts for the next album.

"What did you get up to today?" Noah asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It took all my energy to keep my cheeks from heating when he asked. I felt bad about lying but I could not deal with watching Noah get off once again without me.

"I just spent the day watching shows, and I did a bit of cleaning," I said casually. It wasn't a lie at all, I had cleaned the house and watched a few episodes of Attack On Titan.

"Interesting," Noah said slowly.

"Interesting indeed," I mimicked his tone.

With that Noah got off the couch and proceeded down the hallway towards our bedroom. I raced to follow his long strides, almost running into him as he stopped at my nightstand right inside the door.

"Are you sure you just cleaned and watched shows?" Noah asked as he opened the drawer to inspect the many toys I had.

"Yes I am sure," I said quietly.

"Try again... this time, don't lie," Noah said as he selected the very vibrator I had used earlier.

I had made one fatal error, I did not clean it off.

"Noah I..." but I was cut off by the a loud sniff. I watched as Noah ran his nose up the entire length of the vibrator, inhaling the now dried arousal I had produced earlier.

"You think I wouldn't recognize the smell of your pussy, y/n?" Noah said placing the vibrator down in the drawer. He turned slowly towards me, his height and muscular frame becoming menacing as the light faded away with the setting sun.

"What did I tell you earlier?" he said taking a step towards me, firmly grasping my throat with his hand. He wasn't cutting off my airway, he knew that was one thing that really scared me, but he knew his grasp could control anything I did.

"Noah, please. I can't watch you jerk off again. It drove me insane. Please, I'll do anything... please just please," I said stifling the sob that was coming up my throat.

"Tskk, y/n that wasn't part of the deal now was it love?" Noah said.

He kept one hand wrapped around my throat while he used the other to slowly pull down his pants. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free, already half hard just from the thought of me masturbating. A win is a win I suppose.

I looked up at Noah's eyes, they were pitch black in the dark room. He smirked at me as he leaned down and spit in his hand. My pussy almost flooded the entire room. The fucker knew how much I loved spit. His hand now started slowly moving up and down his cock, the only sound in the room was his saliva smacking as he rubbed.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he let his head hang, he seemed to have been waiting for another release all day. The mere thought he tortured me turned him on. God, I fucking hated him.

"Noah, I will literally get on my knees and beg right now. I cannot do this again," I said urgently as I noticed his pace quickened by the sound of his hand moving back and forth.

His hand let up slightly on my throat, I wasn't sure if it was from my pleads or because he was so turned on he was already falling apart. I used this opportunity to slip from his grasp, jumping into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

Noah stumbled slightly backwards but maintained his balance as I literally attacked him. My mouth was on his before he could protest, our lips colliding with such force I was concerned I knocked a tooth out. I kissed him so deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth to explore every inch. His tongue battled mine, trying to push mine away with no prevail. His arms snaked around me, resting just above my ass. I had him.

I ground my hips against his cock, the angle allowing me to rub my pussy up his length. I moved at an agonizing pace which earned a few frustrated huffs from Noah's mouth into mine.

Next thing I knew my back was against the bedroom wall, Noah now matching my hip thrusts with his own. His precum leaked all over my body, coating me in a sticky mess. Oh my god was I turned on.

I pulled away slightly, grabbing Noah's ear lob between my teeth. I whispered in a low sensual voice, "Fuck me like the naughty girl I am, Noah".

His cock slammed into me. Hard. I don't even know how it happened, I didn't remember him lining himself with my pussy.

The dark room now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, us moaning, and my back pounding against the wall. He thrusted so hard I could barely even think, reaching the deepest part of my core.

I let my head fall back, smiling to myself as I knew I had won. Or had I?

Noah moved us to the bed, laying me in the mass of pillows that we had. We were often a little freaky in the bedroom. We had restraints already attached to the posts of our bed, awaiting to be used when Noah and I wanted.

Noah's cock left me while he moved to tie me to the bed. The Velcro cuffs were comfortable around my wrists and ankles. What I wasn't expecting was the sleep mask Noah placed around my head and over my eyes.

I couldn't move and I could not see, a dangerous game to play with a man who loved control.

My senses heightened as the anticipation did, I could feel the bed move but I had no idea where Noah was.

One finger. One finger trailed slowly from my ankle all the way up to my chin. He moved his finger as light as a feather, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. My clit was practically screaming to be touched as another finger moved over my body, then three fingers fanned their way up. All purposely missing the one place I wanted to be touched. He didn't even give me a nipple touch.

One little kiss. One little soft kiss full of love was placed on my hip. Then another soft kiss on the other hip. One on my stomach. One on my right forearm, then the left. A soft kiss placed on my chin, forehead, right cheek, left. Then Noah softly brushed over my lips with his, a kiss that sent electricity throughout my body as it had the very first time he kissed me.

"I love you, Noah," I whispered out into the room, unsure where he was.

"I love you more," He replied as his finger lightly brushed over my pussy. He didn't apply enough pressure to breakthrough my folds, which was frustrating. My back arched slightly, seeking out his finger again. Instead I was met with hot breath, and one very wet tongue. Noah licked me this time, again he did so very lightly.

He pulled away, lifting one leg with him and placing it over his shoulder. He moved the other on his shoulder. Based on the position I was in, he must have been bent low on the bed or the restraints were let out enough to accommodate.

Teeth. I felt teeth next taking a small bite of my left inner thigh. It was only inches away from my pussy. He took another bite on my right inner thigh. Then he moved back to the other, inching slightly towards my center. Another, then another, then another, then... oh my god!!!

Noah took a small bite and pulled my clit with his teeth. It was hard enough to evoke shock throughout my entire body. It hurt, yet was quite satisfying. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled again by Noah's cock.

Noah released my clit, then brought his tongue back into the equation by spreading my folds open. His tongue was met with his lips, as he began licking and sucking my entire being. Now my hips began to move again, desperately seeking a release that I needed once again. Noah now moved lower, tongue fucking my pussy expertly by hooking it just inside. He pulled away only to spit on me, acting like his glorious meal was filth. Jesus, I couldn't take this any longer.

My moans began to get louder and louder, and so did the sounds coming from my pussy. The pleasure was now dimly burned in my lower belly, I could feel my toes begin to curl in the restraints.

"Noah, please.... I need to feel you inside... please," I whined desperately.

My legs were off his shoulders, my butt was back on the bed again.

Cock. I felt the head of his cock slowly moving up and down between my folds, doing slow circles around my clit before going back down. He slightly pressed in, just breaking through my entrance before moving back upwards. I moved my hips towards Noah's cock, moving against him to create more friction. He pulled away.

A few moments later he was back, moving slowly up and down again.

"Do you want it?" he cockily said as if he didn't already know the answer. I could hear his stupid smile from where my head rested. As if to prove his point, he put the entire tip in and thrusted only the tip which drove me insane. He pulled out asking again, by emphasizing every word he said, "Y/n, do... you... want.... it?"

"Do you want it?" I threw back, lifting my hips towards where I believed he was sitting. I giggled slightly, knowing I was being a brat and that I drove him crazy.

He chuckled back, "You really are such a naughty girl aren't you? Luckily you have such a pretty pussy".

His cock entered me again, but this time he went in all the way. I had no time to adjust to him before he was slamming into me once again. His arms were wrapped under my thighs, lifting me to the perfect angle. This time I knew he was just as needy as I was, his cock throbbed.

Noah grunted as he picked up the pace even more, his new workout regiment allowed him to have more stamina than ever. He was able to thrust harder and faster for longer. My moans once again filled the room in sync with his. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another. He squeezed my thighs with his hands to keep from loosing grip, we both were coated in sweat now.

"Noah...." I warned, he knew I was close. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing, my orgasm was built up to the max.

"I know," he breathed back.

Suddenly, he was over me completely and his lips were grazing my ear. His moans filled my ears, sending me into a sensory overload as I plunged over. My orgasm came fast, I screamed out Noah's name which I knew probably hurt his ear. He road me through my orgasm for a few seconds before he pulled out. His cum sprayed all over my stomach and lower boobs. I felt each string as it landed on me. I had wished I could see it, but just feeling him release on me was enough. This was a punishment after all.

Once we both were done, Noah plopped on top of me creating even more of a mess for us to clean up.

"You do a great job at making rules and an even better job with your punishments," I laughed into the top of his head, rubbing it in that his punishment was indeed not sufficient for the crime.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned into the crook of my neck.

I smiled to myself as Noah dozed off, until I realized he fell asleep on me and I couldn't move.

I suppose an impending uti was punishment indeed...

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I hope you all enjoyed! I little different than I intended to write it but this just came to me and I think it works :)

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #bad omens smut

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fierymiasma · 11 months

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⨯ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ⨯ Part 2

Summary: Ominis and Sebastian start the game of wooing the hero of Hogwarts. It's too bad that she's too dim to see it.

Words: 2.1k

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She still couldn't believe how much Sebastian and Ominis had changed over the summer…the flirty personalities, the growth spurts, their sudden, stunning attractiveness. No one but her seemed perturbed by the newfound oddness of her the two Slytherin boys. Natty had scoffed at her concerns ("That's just what puberty does to boys"). But the hero of Hogwarts knew better. There was only one possible explanation…

…Sebastian and Ominis were both cursed by some type of evil ancient magic spell.

Nibbling on her quill, the hero of Hogwarts pretended to be listening along to Professor Binns's dull droning. Back ramrod straight, her glazed eyes stared ahead at the blackboard. Her thoughts whirled a mile a minute. Something nefarious was happening to her two best friends. Maybe it was Polyjuice potion, or some type of imperio, cursed objects…or a magic so ancient and evil it had not yet even been named. Yes, something strange indeed was happening to her boys. And she was going to get down to the bottom of the mystery if it was the very last thi-

"You've been quiet all morning." A silky smooth voice practically whispered in her ear.

It was foolish to even attempt to think rationally around someone as effortlessly attractive as Ominis. The hero of Hogwarts stared straight ahead at the indecipherable blackboard, ignoring her urge to look at Ominis. She hadn't been prepared for the intensity of the boy's appearance at King's Cross. She wasn't going to make that mistake twice.

Her mouth felt so dry. It was still a struggle to come to terms with how unfairly gorgeous he became. "Ominis, I'm trying to pay attention to the lecture. Don't distract me."

The corner of his lips tugged upwards. Bitingly sarcastic, he replied, "Ah, yes, the lecture…and tell me…what are we learning about today?"

"Um…" Her tongue darted out licking her dry lips. “We’re learning…um…history?”

"’Learning history?” His voice dripped with amusement. "In our History of Magic Class?"

The back of her neck tingled with embarrassment. Her heart ached, begging to sneak a peek at Ominis's amused expression.

Perhaps sensing her unease, Ominis lightened up on the teasing. He leaned closer, concerned. Their clothed elbows briefly brushed against each other. Blood traveled to her cheeks. Was that a careless mistake or an intentional act to rile her up?

Ominis's voice was so gentle. "Is everything all right?"

'Was everything all right?' What type of question was that? Her two best friends have all of a sudden gotten possessed by…some type of magical…well by something! And Ominis was just sitting here nonchalantly, completely not bothered. She folded her arms, "Why wouldn't everything be all right? You think something is wrong with me?"

She couldn’t stop herself from glancing at his expression. Immediately, she regretted it. His face was so soft. A brow furrowed in gentle concern. "Sebastian and I are just worried, is all. You haven't been acting yourself lately. Sebastian told me that you weren't at breakfast today-"

Her heart lept into her throat. So the two of them noticed that she was avoiding them.

"-You must be famished. Lucky for you, I saved you your favorite: apple tarts."

With a minuscule flick of his wrist, Ominis summoned the pastries out of his bag. They floated smoothly in front of her, gracefully avoiding Professor Binns’s notice.

She blinked. She…had never told anyone that her favorite pastries were apple tarts. How did Ominis find out? "O-Ominis you shouldn't have. Really, this is too much."

Ominis snorted, "It was hardly anything. It's not like I made it myself."

Before she could politely refuse the thoughtful gesture, her stomach grumbled loudly. It was so loud and embarrassing, cutting through the dull droning of Professor Binns lecture. Several heads turned towards her. Her classmates hid their snickers behind their hands.

Blushing furiously, the hero of Hogwarts tried to shovel the food into her mouth as fast as possible, forgoing any need to breathe.

Ominis chuckled. It was a well-known fact that the hero of Hogwarts was one of the messiest eaters in the whole school. Even without vision, he knew that she had made a mess.

His voice was light and teasing. "I believe you got something on your face." With his thumb, Ominis wiped away the apple syrup that he knew was hanging on the corner of her mouth. His tongue licked the pad of his thumb, chasing the remnants of tarty sweetness. Unable to look away from him, she unapologetically stared at him quite openly. Her eyes traced his movements, watching how his mouth would suck on his elegant fingers. She shivered. What else could Ominis do with his mouth?

"It tastes just as good as I thought it would." Ominis commented.

Oh bloody hell. Did Ominis happen to spend his summer in France with callgirls or was he always so indecent? The only thing that he could do that would be more scandalous would be if they fucked on the table right now.

No…N-no…don’t think about that sort of thing.

Stiffly, she turned her attention back to the humdrum crooning of Professor Binns. The pair of them sat together, both of them aching for something beyond the confines of the dull classroom.

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Minutes, hours, and days have gone back since "the apple tart incident. Time made it all too easy for her guard to be slowly crumble around her. Whatever, it was that happened in the "History of Magic" had clearly been some collective visual hallucination that they all shared in that they shall never, ever speak about. Sure, Sebastian and Ominis were still acting quite strange. The accidental touches, the gazes full of knowing and intent…

…But beyond those, nothing so scandalous as the incident. So, she could hardly be blamed for being ill-prepared for things to come. It was supposed to be a normal potions class, how bad could it possibly be?

"Class, today we'll be studying the effects of Amortentia."

Oh, bollocks.

She could practically feel the overwhelming weight of Sebastian's gaze on the back of her head. She refused to look back at the potions station where the Slytherins were at.

Fuck. This…this could be bad.

Not for the first time, the hero of Hogwarts was glad that Garreth was her potions partner. It was easier to have a very private melt down when the Gryffindor boy was exploding a potion next to her.

As Professor Sharp explained the nuances of potion-making, she whispered to the boy standing next to her. "Garreth, you and me, pal, for old time's sake?”

He grimaced before whispering back. “Sorry, Natty just asked before class, and I already said yes. Apparently she’s super behind and needs some help. Some other time, yeah?”

Her head whipped around the room looking for Natty. Sure enough, her backstabbing friend had a shit eating grin. Standing in the Professor's blind side, Natty gave her a secretive thumbs up. Her jaw dropped. Unbelievable. Even her closest friends were conspiring against her. The savior of Hogwarts responded in a very mature, very adult way by flipping Natty the bird.

As Sharp's instructions ended, the rest of her classmates started splitting up into their usual pairs. Her head whipped back and forth as she started to truly panic. Her poor little heart could not handle the emotional turmoil of brewing Amortentia under the piercing gaze of her "friends". Under absolutely no circumstances, could she be paired up with either Sebastian or Ominis.

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….Well, lucky for her, she was not paired up with either Sebastian or Ominis.

Unfortunately, she was put into a three person group with BOTH Sebastian and Ominis.

It was very strange that there was an odd number of students today. It wasn't typical for Poppy to get sick out of the blue.

Listlessly stirring the nearly completed potion, she continued to ignore the two Slytherin boys. She had done a fantastic job of ignoring them for the past two hours, and she planned on continuing her silence until the class was over. She wasn’t sure what Amortentia was supposed to smell like. No doubt it was impossible to even ask someone else. But she wondered if its aroma was supposed to be so…confusingly complex.

As its characteristic spirals evaporated into steam, she recognized the comforting pillows of the Undercroft, a familiar heady cologne, and the earthy fragrance of something very masculine.

But, as she stirred the potion with her wand, its aroma changed into the scent of rich parchment from library books, explosive gunpowder, and a deep musk that definitely reminded of someone very familiar to her.

"What do you smell?" Sebastian asked, his tone sickeningly innocent.

Her whole body went red. She hadn’t even noticed the other boy sneaking up on her. "Never you mind, Sebastian Sallow." Sebastian's eyes were wide and bright, almost twinkling with mirth. "It's not like I could even pick it out anyway." She haughtily mumbled under her breath.

Ominis was on the other side of her. Again, did he suddenly lose all concept of personal space? "Sebastian can't help be curious, that's all."

She jumped. Her feet stumbled back clumsily, only to bump her back against Sebastian's hard torso. Blushing, she quickly pivoted away from him. When did his body become so firm? What on earth was that boy eating?

She was being flanked on both sides. Sebastian to her left, Ominis to her right, with no escape from the conversation. She couldn't help but gape. Were they…teaming up on her?

No…they couldn't be…

Their sixth year had been a horrendous nightmare for their collective friendship. It started all from Solomon's death, and the animosity continued to spiral out of control. Ominis and Sebastian constantly at each other's throats, fighting over the silliest things and stupidest of arguments. As the meditator, she would always find herself squished in the middle, like a doll they were forced to share with each other. Why, she could recall a few moments where Sebastian literally tugged on her arm to pull her away from Ominis's side.

"I don't understand. Last year you two were constantly fighting, always at each other's throats-"

"Oh we certainly were at each other's throats." Sebastian parroted, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Ominis flushed deeply, hand subconsciously rubbing the side of his neck.

She blinked stupidly. It seems like over the summer they had come to an agreement though she wasn't sure what exactly it entailed.

"Now, let's stop avoiding questions, shall we? What do you smell?" Sebastian asked again.

"T-That is very private, Sallow!" She felt lightheaded. "I-it's not like people go around telling each other Amortentia smells like!"

"Hmmm….she's hiding secrets, Ominis."

"She is indeed." Ominis towered over her, and the savior of Hogwarts was reminded, yet again, of how tall he had gotten. Why, she would have to stand on her tippy toes in order to kiss him.

Her face bloomed into an even brighter shade of red. Stop. Don't think about kissing best friends, no matter how hot they have gotten.

"I happen to think that our dear friend might recognize Amorentia's scent." Ominis drawled.

"Oh?" Sebastian arched a pretty eyebrow.

"Yes, perhaps it smells like someone we know…someone she must keep secret from us."

Sebastian hummed. His pink tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip. "Or…maybe someones?"

Her stomach dropped. Natty had once described to her how some lions in Africa would play with their gazelles before eating them.

This is what they must feel like.

She puffed out her chest and put on a brave face. Two could play at this game. "Well, why don't you two tell me what you guys smell, if you both care so much. It's not fair for me to share without you saying anything."

She expected them to falter, and stammer over their false bravado. No doubt, they would lighten up on their teasing and the three of them could go on their merry way and pretend this incident had never happened.

But it seemed as if she only walked into a trap.

An irrepressible smile was on Sebastian's face. “I can smell the Undercroft, our Slytherin dorm room, and expensive cologne."

The description….matched very closely to the aroma that she smelled, with some minor differences. It was impossible to hide her blush. Sebastian's eyes dipped down, unabashedly staring at her lips. "And I can smell something else that's soft and sweet." She couldn’t help but duck the lower half of her face between her scarf, trying to shield herself from Sebastian’s predatory gaze.

Sebastian’s eyes flitted to Ominis, “‘Nis, what does the potion smell like to you?”

“Leather bound books, something smokey that reminds me of Bombarda-"

She tried not to look in Sebastian’s direction. That was Sebastian's favorite spell.

“…and honeysuckle perfume and apple tarts.”

Her stomach flipped over, and an uncontrollable flush of heat melted into her entire body. She was trapped under the intense attention of the two boys in front of her. Oh dear Merlin.

She did what any rational and logical person would do in her shoes.

"Um…Professor Sharp, I…I think I"m getting sick. I'm going to the Hospital Wing." Before the Professor could even respond, she fled from the scene. Her poor heart was about to explode.

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sulfies · 9 days

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Based on this glorious chain

Sigh…

Leonardo knows that sigh and what causes it better than anyone because he sighed exactly the same way, at the same time as he and Desmond watched Ezio wipe his forehead with his shirt as his stomach deliciously got bared for their eyes.

He was stacking and moving some crates around for him in the studio.

Leonardo whipped his head to the side and almost gave himself a cramp from it, his eyes wide he stared at Desmond more intensely than he would have wanted.

Because as he mentioned,

he knows THAT sigh…

There was no way but maybe just maybe… he also? There was no other reason for that sigh, there was no naked lady painting hanging behind Ezio and did he mention he JUST knows that sigh… His eyes darted to Ezio then back to Desmond.

He had to be…

but what if he was wrong…

That look too, he looks at Ezio exactly the same way he does. He just had to be… like him.

Leonardo did not know how he would bring it up, does he even bring it up? Again what if he was wrong, then De-

“God damn, Id lick the sweat off of that man…”

Leonardo’s mind went fully silent for the first time.

“...Am I right?”

Leo had to stop himself from almost screaming from the shock, his eyes even wider he stared at Desmond who just slowly turned his head to him with a smile Leonardo recognized that was a copy of Ezio’s shit-eating grin when he talked about “the ladies”.

Well, that clears it… He coughed to clear his throat mostly and blushing he looked to the side. “I-” he chose just to nod. If he tried to speak right now he fears his voice would crack from how his brain is coming to a full stop. He heard Desmond chuckle “Ugh maybe we should just stop the torture and ask him to take his shirt off so we can actually watch…”

That got an actual yelp from him which made Ezio turn at them.

“What are you two girls gossiping about?”

“First, that's sexist. Second, I was just saying that you should take that sh-”

Leonardo’s hand clapped on Desmond's mouth with a loud slap “HE WAS-” Cough “He was just saying that you should take that STUFF off the crate, the one with the blanket draped over!? T-that one… He thinks he spotted something with… his vision… yea that's it”

He could see Desmond roll his eyes from the corner of his eyes. Ezio knew about Leonardo and was okay with it BUT it didn’t mean the man wouldn’t take offence to being looked at like that!

Desmond ripped his hand away, too easily and just chuckled as Ezio looked at them both with a brow raised.

“Sure… yes, I did can you please go over and look it's like behind the 2nd row?please?”

Ezio huffed, “I just stacked those ones into a pile!”

“Pretty please?”

“Only because you added the pretty.”

Desmond hummed in thanks as Ezio went over the stack and squatted “Which one again?” “The one behind that you have to reach over”

“Things I do for you both…”

Leonardo watched as Ezio got on his knees and used the first row of crates for support as he dug into the parchment and god knows what-filled box with his back to them.

…aaand Desmond sighed again, really how did Leonardo never realize how much Desmond stared “that” way before this. But he was indeed staring at a good “view” of Ezio bending over those crates which gave him a false sense of security that Desmond was satisfied.

“What am I looking for here?”

Desmond didn't hesitate in his response “Oh for nothing I just wanted to stare at your ass a bit, looks great”

“DESMOND! YOU CAN’T JUST!”

Leonardo's hands slammed on the table as he whipped his head, he was up from the chair without realizing it, horrified “E-Ezio so sorry a-”

Ezio’s deep chuckle which quickly turned into a belly laugh stopped Leonardo’s terrified rant. He got off from his position and turned on his knees, getting up.

Ezio took a look at Leonardo's face.

“Oh for fucks sake Desmond you are going to give Leonardo a heart attack”

He smiled at Leonardo as his chuckles died down “The stuff I have to stop him from saying out loud everywhere, Mio Amicò… you would think of me as Saint Maria next to this one”

Leonardo was gaping at them like fish out of water.

“I only speak the truth we all think about and don't be too humble with yourself I know you’ve got a napkin to wipe your sweat…”

“Yeah but then how else would you girls will stay entertained.”

What was going on… Leonardo could not speak, he felt like his brain was melting…

“I think he is shortcircuiting.”

“What does that mean?” “Don't worry about it”

Desmond whistled and snapped his fingers at his face several times, “Yep, we broke him. Did you not tell him abo- oh shit wait you really didn't tell him that swing both ways?! I thought animus just didn’t show me or something I mean it's not like you didn't also bed men-”

Desmond WAS trying to give him a heart attack after all

“You WHAT?!” “ah that got him back.”

“Desmond! You-”

Now it was Ezio trying to zip Desmond's mouth.

“You have slept with men before!?” and there was the voice crack he was afraid of, he shrieked more than he talked.

“Well, I was going to If I ever got serious with…” Ezio averted his eyes with a playful smile that didn't hide his blush “Someone special…”

“Wooow I am not special to you?” Desmond quipped back with a teasing tone.

“I mean BEFORE and then… I didn't have the right time…”

Oh…Oooh he got it he suddenly got it…“You two…really?” the look on Ezio's sheepish smile was telling enough “I was going to tell I swear Leo…”

And he could not stop a chuckle that escaped him “Really!? really, Ezio out of all people becomes a sadomite and the man you pick oh so HAPPENS to be a look-alike of you? A prime subject of the Narcissus complex right here!” He wagged his finger teasingly.

the situation now was just funny, the panic had died down...

“Ouch, my best friend…”

“Eh…”

Leo dreaded what Desmond was going to say.

“... Don't worry Ezio, with how Leo has been looking at us both...There should be a complex for that too right?"

This was a losing battle for Leonardo yet he found himself not caring as sat back down next to Desmond... "Tell me how..." He pointed to Desmond to Ezio "This happend then?"

"Ascolta, è una storia lunga,"

Leonardo pointed at the seat in front of him...

"I have time..."

#1500 terminology moment #Ascolta è una storia lunga apperiently means its a long storly anway... if its not... blame google :p #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #fanfic #thy for everyone w the amazing addons lolol #sorry for typos as always #english is not my first language moment #leonardo da vinci

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thefandomdirtymind · 8 months

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Definitely need a part 2 for Casual!! It's so good.

There are so many thoughts spinning. Not suggesting you use any just thoughts that popped up at the end, like, what if Zeff finds out? They start to do it more often, and one accidently says I love you? Or the typical what if she gets pregnant trope.

18+

A/N IMPORTANT: Hey Anon ! Thank you for the interest you took in casual ! Your ideas help me a lot. I confess I had indeed many though spinning around and as you will see, I will probably have to do a part 3. I hope you will like it.

Casual Part 2

Part 1 ( NSFW)

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The busy kitchen of the Baratie was as usual like a battlefield. The dinner rush had started and everywhere, cooks, waiters and chore boys were running to satisfy the customers and your father.

Yourself active with your orders, you couldn’t still stop your mind to think at this event a few weeks earlier. Sure, the festivity around the anniversary of the Baratie had been quite spectacular, but like the fireworks that had exploded that night, you couldn’t stop your brain from flashing souvenirs of things Sanji had done to you.

Like when he had insisted on kissing every exposed skin when he had undressed you or how the light of a firework ,coming from your window, had illuminated so beautifully his expression of pleasure when you had taken him in your mouth.

But the memory of the end of round two was the one who came back the most.

When with his wet mouth he had kissed your shaking tights, after that delicious session when he had eaten you out like a starving man. He had crawled above you, gently placing your legs on each side of his hips,letting his long fingers run on them, kissing your breast before capturing your lips. The change of pace didn’t affect you at first but, as he had pushed himself in you, his gaze totally caught in yours, as you moaned and were begging him to go deeper, your hand trying to find a grip on his back. You felt an intimity that wasn’t there before. As he thrusted in you faster, your vision still locked into each other, seeing the pleasure built, sharing needs, praises and encouragements, you knew that this exact point in time was special.

You knew that you were screwed when even cooking couldn’t shake off of your mind the way he had looked at you and groaned your name when he had finally come.

Of course he had moaned and said your name many times during the entirety of your sexy time, but not with as much intensity. Like if you were his whole world.

“ Y/N I need this salted crepe now, not tomorrow ! “ Your father shouted, making you jump.

“ Yes chef ! “ You replied, resuming your task, angry at yourself for allowing you to be that much affected by some casual sex. At least, the blond cook wasn’t in the kitchen , being once again removed from the line.

By the time the dinner rush was over, your head was clear, but you knew that you couldn’t just brush the sensation under the rug, you needed to clarify the situation and for the sake of Sanji and maybe, move on.

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Humiliation and rage was boiling in Sanji veins as he was serving tables. How the old man could remove him once again from the kitchen just because of his fresh ideas. Sure, those days the inspiration didn’t stop, but it wasn’t really like he could stop his brain from thinking about cooking. Mainly now that if he wasn’t thinking about food, he was thinking of you. Mostly naked, your eyes filled with lust, whispering how good he makes you feel. Many frustrated nights had been spent, almost sleepless thinking about you. Stroking himself until he found his release, your name on his lips.

He knew he had to do something, tell you somethings, but every chance he had so far, your dad or a member of the staff had interrupted you. Living in a restaurant ship in the middle of the sea was, often, a pain in the ass when you wanted intimacy.

Watching from the corner of his eye the last client leaving, he finished to clean his last table before heading to the kitchen. With some luck you will still be there. But, as he was pushing the door, the only reminding person in the kitchen was Patty, cleaning the room.

“ Hey Patty,good to see that you finally do something you're good at “ He playful said, always happy to annoy the blue haired cook. “ I just finish the dinner room “

“ Good, I will see if Y/N has done the bar and we can call it a day. Boss man is probably already asleep, the lucky man “ The cook replied putting his rag on his shoulder.

“ I will go see if she’s done, go to sleep Patty, that's okay “ Sanji assured him, finally seeing his chance to be alone with you. “ Good night !”

“ Good night Sanji. Don't mess up the kitchen while I sleep“ The cook said,misunderstanding the eagerness of the sous-chef and heading to the dorms, as the blond man quickly walked to the bar.

You were behind the counter, aligning the bottles when he stepped in the open air area. Your hair down and your cook uniform gone, you were simply splendid in your faded t-shirt and shorts.

“ Sorry sir, the bar is closed “ You joked, the heat you recently felt every time you saw him taking his place in your lower belly.

But Sanji didn’t seem to hear you, his gaze focused as he joined you behind the bar, his arms forming around your body a lovely prison. One hand buried in your hair as the other found the small of your back, he headed straight to your lips, taking your breath away. He didn’t intend to rush you, but many days of thinking about being alone with you got the better of him.

Closing your eyes, you smiled, nibbling his bottom lips as he pulled you closer deepening the kiss.

“ Sanji, that’s a bad idea, somebody could see us…” You tried to protest, unable yourself to stop kissing his jaw and reaching with shaking fingers the small boutons of his shirt.

“ The bar is at the opposite side of the dock and everybody is asleep “ He replied, his breath short as he slid his hand under your shirt, making you whine under his warm hands against your fresh air cold skin. “I’m sorry darling,but I found myself in need of you.I had become addicted to your little moaning and your warmth. It drive me crazy” He confessed, smiling as his thumbs found your nipples under the thin fabric of your bra, making you moan as your body reacted to his touch.

" I had spent the last week thinking of how good it was to have you in me and what I would do to you " You responded, opening his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses on his chest " I think we need each other and way more frequently. "

" I agree. '' He said, as he opened your shorts, pushing aside your panties, brushing his fingers against the tender flesh. “ I would eat you out until the sun rises but after last time I don’t trust you to be quiet. “ He teases, his thumbs giving a small push against your clit,when two of his fingers were testing your entrance.

Trapped between the bar and Sanji's body, you bite your lips feeling his fingers, wet by your arousal, invading your warm center. On your lips, your moaning was dying under his kisses, but your body, accusing the fasten rhythm of his finger, was burning like a fever. Restrained by the small space of your shorts, each of his thrust short and deep, making you moan against his mouth. Bringing you closer to your release.

But, as you were letting go a little cry, Sanji slowly removed his hand, turning you against the bar, putting your shorts and pantie down before undoing his pants.

“ I’m sorry love, but I can’t wait any longer. “ He whispered against your shoulder “ Do you know how good you are around my finger, I have to be inside you or I will die before I see the All Blue. “

Gently pushing is cock in you, letting you adjust to his length, he slowly starts to thrust, his hands traveling on your body, caressing every sensitive area to his knowledge.

“ Sanji…” You moaned, as he leaves love bites between your neck and your shoulder. His pace took some speed,like if he had felt your need.

Securing one of his hands on your hip for a more firm control, his finger returned on your clit,teasing it with small circles, making you whine and grip the border of the bar.

Being quiet became more difficult when your orgasm caught you. Now that you hadn’t the mouth of your blond lover to mute you, you only could count on the noise of the night and the waves to help you muffle the sound of your small cry and your panting breath.

Stepping back, sliding out of you, not ready to come yet in your pulsing cunt. Sanji gently lifts you in his arms, before taking a comfortable seat on the burgundy seat.

You always liked the large bench at the end of the small bar. It was usually your spot after work, when the day had been rough and you needed a drink. But now as Sanji has taken a seat, supporting your hands while you installed yourself on his lap, you know it will definitely become your favorite spot.

Kissing his face, enjoying his lazy smile and his gaze darken by desire, as he watches his cock disappear into your folded. You smile of ease, rocking your hips, taking you time to feel every inch filling you.

“ Sanjii” You whined, the slow friction fogging your brain.

“Is that good darling ?“ He whispered, his hands taking a firm hold of your ass, helping you with the last inch before reaching his trembling tights.”hm..fuck...chérie”

Moaning against the crock of his neck, you nod of the head, not entirely trusting your voice to not scream or cry, as you lift yourself up and let your body come down again. After some slow trust, you finally settle a steady rhythm, copying the motion of the sea, hiding in the crashing noise of the wave,the sound of your heated skin against each other.

Kissing your lips, trying to keep himself in check, letting you in full control,as his fingers press harder into the soft skin of your ass cheeks, he groaned. Did you only know how pretty you are, bouncing like that on his laps, your lips parted,panting and moaning as quietly that possible, your eyes closed by pleasure, your right hand hidden under your shirt playing with one of your nipple and the other grabbing the left shoulder of his dress shirt in your fist. Did you know how he would worship you and your body for days if you let him.

“ Sanji, i’m so close..I “ You moaned into his ears, your hips becoming more frenetic.

“ In my laps or...on your back “ Sanji simply asked letting you decide of the way you will welcome your orgasm, his breath becoming more heavy as his own release was approaching.

“ Laps” You only replied, your forehead meeting is as a complicity you only started to learn.

Your locked arms around his neck, your scream hushed by his hungry mouth, you could feel his hips rocking against yours shaky thighs, pumping in you with fervor. Each trust, amplified by the way he was holding your arse, was pushing you further to the border of the pleasure cliff. In an ultimate moment, driven by the overwhelming presence of you near orgasm and his strong body against and in you, you tried to escape his grip, your mind in a hyperdrive as the feeling you had tried for weeks to shut down invaded your system.

Easily putting you back in place, his mouth possessively kidnapped yours. Sanji burying himself even deeper in your core, his own mind spinning as the strong scent of your arousal made him lose the little control he had left.

“ Come for me Y/N darling “ He whispered on your lips “ If I can hear you scream my name, I at least want to see in your face how good it make you feel riding my dick “

In a last bounce and a cry, you came, your hands spread on his bare chest, your mouth open in a silent scream, trying to mute the word your brain was urging you to say. But,when, in a slower pace to not overstimulating you, he reached his own peak of pleasure, his panting breath caressing the skin of your shoulder as the warm sensation of his cum coat your inside, you couldn’t hold it longer.

“ I love you “ You hiccup, tears sliding down your cheeks as he gently kisses your neck.

For a moment, you both stay silent. His nose buried in the crock of your shoulder, his mouth still pressed against your skin, as you realize the word you just said. It wasn’t the worst way to say it, but since you were the one who had insisted on the casual part, it was kind of mortifying.

“ Did you mean it ?” Sanji whispered in your ear, his hands gently caressing your back. Too afraid that it was empty words you had moan and not the actual feeling you had, when he, at this very moment,could destroy the world or found the One Piece for you.

“ Yes I...I didn’t expect to say it like that, I mean, on a moment like that but...yes I...I was thinking it for a moment now “ You carefully replied, shivering under the cold air against your now sweaty skin.

You felt his wide smile against your throat before actually seeing it.

“ I love you too, “ He finally said, gently kissing your lips. Joy illuminating his face “ You know, I actually think it will become my favorite memory”

“ Mine too” You smile, your heart beating faster, welcoming his mouth against yours.

“ Even if that memory of you your back arch against the bar is kinda hot ” He joked, nibbling your lower lips.

“ your an idiot” You laugh “ I think we need to put our clothes back before we catch a cold.”

“ Your right “

Getting up, putting back your discarded clothes, you silently reach your bedroom, taking all the cautions you can, never letting go of Sanji's hand. After a well deserved hot shower, you both head to bed,his arms passed around you, without any worries in your mind, only the happiness that your two hearts beat in sync.

The inevitable worries would wait for later.

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Part 3 ?

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sophiehhr · 2 months

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My Victory

warnings: Little bit jealous Jason. Language!! Guys I'm not native speaker. I'm so sorry if you'll see some mistakes.

content: Jason Grace x Nike!reader

word count: 1,7k

The girl was sitting by the fire, listening to the children of Apollo singing songs with several children of Aphrodite and Hermes. A guy from Ares' cabin, Nikolas, tried to talk to her. Ares's children were usually very persistent and annoying, but the boy seemed to really want to talk to his daughter Nike.

Y/n knew Nikolas through Clarisse, one of his sisters, who introduced them (as she later found out, the boy had asked La Rue to do so), he was tall, strong with very short dark hair and crazy eyes. Not Y/n's type at all.

"Would you like to-"

Before he could finish, Jason Grace sat down next to daughter Nike, exhaling, clearing his throat, and like always looking serious.

"Nikolas, Y/n," Jupiter's son greeted, "Is Ares' cabin ready for the capture of the flag?"

Jason asked innocently, moving closer to Y/n. She heard a hint of mockery in his voice, because the Red team, which included Ares' house, hadn't captured the flag for a long time.

It seemed that for a moment Ares's son's eyes showed his characteristic fierce fire and he said through his teeth

"Of course, Grace. Our strategy will lead us to victory."

Nikolas was the strategist of the Red team, but he was no match for the Blue team's strategist – Annabeth Chase.

"Didn't you say that last time? But how quickly did we capture him that time?" the guy turned to her "Don't you remember Y/n?"

His false sweet tone and lips curling into a sneer seemed to infuriate Nikolas.

"Twenty-five minutes. You had a bad defense."

Y/n knew what she was talking about, because she had captured their flag herself that time. They put three people on the defense, but they didn't seem to care much, they were talking more than watching. But they didn't expect their daughter Nike to get through the defense so quickly.

"If the Connor brothers hadn't distracted the guards with their stupid tricks, Y/n wouldn't have been able to get through them."

"But she did. I think Ares' cabin should rethink its strategy. Don't you think?" Jason said not so sweetly.

Y/n was sitting between two guys who would love to bite each other's necks. But Nikolas stood up without even saying goodbye and went to the cabin №5.

"What the fuck was that, Jace? Want to turn Ares' cabin against you?"

Jason didn't even try to hide his satisfied smile and looked at the singing Apollo children.

"I just reminded them to double-check the strategy. I don't see anything wrong with it."

Y/n felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer to him and stroke and touch her thigh. She smiled

"Besides, he shouldn't talking to my girlfriend."

"Oh, jealous?"

"Yes, I'm jealous."

Y/n hoped the firelight would hide her intense blush.

"And I love it."

She laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Why are you only wearing a t-shirt?" he took her two hands with one hand.

It was indeed late spring, but still cold, and she was sitting in pants and a short-sleeved camp T-shirt without a top.

"I forgot my sweater."

He like perfect Roman gentleman quickly stood up and took off his sweater, and threw it over her shoulders.

"Stop sitting here, let's go to my cabin"

"Will you keep me warm?"

"Ofc I'll my Victory."

She had a happy smile on her face. Gods she loved Jupiter's son so madly.

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meanbossart · 3 months

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So, not sure if you've covered this. But I thought I'd ask. How do you feel about the durgetash subtext? Are you pro or against? How do you treat the "relationship" / "partnership" between them? I'm curious to know how their interactions would play out hahah. (Im very pro Durgetash, cause... well. Yeah.)

First of all, obviously I'm all for people interpreting subtext however they wish to interpret it, and I think there's more than enough in the game to imply a canonical romance between The Dark Urge and Gortash; some of my favorite artists on here delve into that and I think both their art and theories are brilliant. Especially as the canon stands now, I think it's more likely that they DID have something going on rather than not, though I doubt Larian will ever confirm it one way or another to allow the player freedom with their avatar's background.

That said, in the lore I decided for DU drow they did NOT have a romantic relationship, although they did have a complicated one. My first impression upon meeting Gortash at his coronation (this was long before all the dialogue Larian added) was of someone who wanted desperately to butter me up to get his plans back on track. Yes, I do think he was happy to see the drow, but that's because he knew DU drow would honor their initial agreement (had his memories not been erased, at least) and was indeed more reliable than Orin - who clearly wanted to achieve things on her own instead of entertaining their alliance even before betraying her brother.

I did a write-up a while back on what DU Drow's perception and plans for Enver were here, but I would like to make some additions!

First of all I didn't clarify this, but when I talk about "love" in that post I did not mean the romantic kind. What DU drow had for Gortash was a tenderness that he could not bring himself to entertain in earnest because of his profoundly skewed sense of empathy and emotions. He did relate to Gortash, He did admire how he had lifted himself up from nothing and how he easily brushed off DU drow's attempts to get under his skin. DU could simply never admit such a thing or even recognize it in himself - had he been a more sane man they would have been dear friends, and there would be glimpses of that could-be friendship in how they interacted before. Gortash was probably equal parts annoyed and charmed by the Bhaalspawn's high eccentricity, his gaudy style and extreme bluntness and shamelessness- he thought he was fascinating enough to put up with his attitude, not to mention that he was reliable and got things done when he set his mind to it.

(More under cut)

Alas, DU Drow wasn't raised to entertain friendship or tenderness whatsoever prior to getting a clean reset to his brain - this doesn't change the fact that he is, by nature, a very intense man, and those emotions had to come out in one way or another. Hence his weird preocuppation with Gortash and how he made him feel. He is primed to become extremely conflicted in his feelings towards anyone who sticks around in his life as anything but a pawn or a victim, and Enver constantly tried to pose himself as a friend - arguably a even more baffling concept to DU drow than if he wanted to be a lover - because then he would at least be seeking out sex from their interpersonal exchanges. This is also why a lot of DU drow's focus when insulting/trying to torment him would have been sexually charged, besides a simple desire to shock and objectify himself and others as sacks of meat to be fucked and killed.

But Gortash grew up in literal hell, I think his capacity to withstand abuse from others (and swiftly brush it off) would have been extremely well honed, especially if it will ultimately get him what he wants. He never flinched at the guy's constant allusions to perversion and cruelty, likely rolled his eyes at it even lol. This would have been very disarming to DU drow and kept him coming back for more, and fostered (along everything else I mentioned) the admiration brought up in-game in that one letter durge writes to Bhaal. That letter would have been a very rare moment of clarity and introspection between DU drow and his father - perhaps the only entity he could ever disclose this kind of conflict to, much like a man having a crisis of faith is still likely to turn to the very god he's doubting for comfort.

I haven't yet decided how Gortash felt towards him, though, besides the aforementioned fascination mixed with irritation. I do think that after being tad-poled, when DU drow shows up in his coronation room looking so dramatically different from the man he knew (hair unkempt, clothes reduced to their practicality, shell shocked stare, the absence of his usual, lecherous grin) he would have thought what a shame that was, that this relentless beast he knew would never allign himself with someone beneath his caliber, often to the point of being unreasonable, had squandered his own ambition and was now in such meager company lol like he's got this half-elf girl just short of hanging onto his arm, this squishy wizard that he would have chewed up like hide in his teeth once, and the smug little elf? That's just his type, but the man Gortash knew had eyes for no one but his sister - regardless of how often he tried to warn him of her duplicitous nature. Ohhh what a mess she made of him, he wishes he remembered anything so he could at least say I told you so.

#ask #du drow lore #enver gortash #bg3 spoilers

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