#there was no way she was gonna let him poke around in her head tho :P

[blackjackkent]

OK, the Underdark bit I've been most worried about for Rakha...

"Ah! A visitor! You're a welcome sight!"

Rakha is on guard immediately meeting this man. The only other such person she's met before - Wyll identified them as hobgoblins - was Ragzlin, one of the three leaders of the goblin camp aboveground. This fellow, though, smiles brightly at her and turns away from the large stack of books he has been examining, with no trace of hostility or malice in his manner.

"But," he goes on cheerfully, "let us observe the customs of the locals."

Narrator: The scholar's brow tenses. His voice spills into your skull, the spores connecting mind to mind.

Rakha squeezes her own eyes shut as her brain seems to vibrate with the man's voice. Blurg, proud member of the Society of Brilliance, at your service.

Then he flinches back and groans, rubbing his temple. "Hgn--nzzt. Or perhaps not. Your mind is far more complex than that of the fungi."

Rakha opens her eyes slowly. Society of Brilliance. She recognizes that name, too - the trader on the road to the creche mentioned working for them. The trader Rakha killed for being an ass to Lae'zel and threatening to steal a githyanki egg.

The man seems harmless, but she does not trust him. "Were you here when the duergar attacked?" she asks carefully.

Blurg smiles ruefully. "I observed the fight from a distance," he says. "Combat is not my field of expertise, but the myconids handled themselves well enough." He gestures around him. "My colleagues and I are working to improve conditions in the Underdark. This need not be such a dire, hostile place."

Rakha considers this, then relaxes slightly. Whatever this Society might be, Blurg does not grate on her the way Esther did; the beast urge remains at its low-level hum in the back of her mind.

Blurg, on the other hand, is looking at her with sincere interest. "It's curious to find a surface dweller here. What has brought you down so deep?"

(A/N: As usual - Rakha's primary resemblance to Hector is that her inclination is to be completely honest roughly 100% of the time. However, the only honest answer here goes straight to the tadpole; I think Rakha would have been more likely to talk about Moonrise Towers and their destination.

I know why they did it this way - bc they're setting up Omeluum's arrival - but it's always a bit annoying when the exact conversational tack I want to use isn't an option. Cos realistically it's already been established that telling a stranger who knows about such things that you have a tadpole is a recipe for being treated like a ticking time bomb. But we work with what we've got. XD )

"A mind flayer infected me with a tadpole," Rakha says with a slight shrug. She doubts this man will know anything about what that means, of course - and if he does, his reaction will probably be only fear. But there's no more point in sugarcoating the situation here than there has been anywhere else.

To her surprise, though, he perks up curiously. "Truly remarkable! But why come to the Underdark where they hold so much power?"

Rakha blinks. Curiosity is not the reaction she expected. And she can't help wondering if there are answers to be had here.

Explain the whole story.

Blurg listens with intent interest as Rakha, in quick clipped sentences, lays out the state of their adventure so far. He clicks his tongue thoughtfully when she's finished. "You were infected by an illithid tadpole? It's a miracle you're still intact. You must be worried sick - but have no fear! I have a friend who may be able to assist!"

Before she can ask him what she means by that, her head rings as the hobgoblin gives a shout through the connecting network of spores around them. Omeluum!

A pause - and then another ringing mental voice, this one lower and more resonant than Blurg's. I hope this is important, Blurg. My zurkhwood samples need constant attention.

"It is!" Blurg says excitedly, abandoning the mental communication and calling down the pathway behind him. "This adventurer has an illithid tadpole inside her head. But she hasn't turned!"

"No ceremorphosis?" says the deeper voice, now aloud as well. Rakha turns in time to see the new arrival--

"That's impossible," the mind flayer says placidly. "But intriguing. Are you looking to have it extracted?"

All of them go completely still, staring wide-eyed - for a moment too astonished to react.

Lae'zel finds her voice first, and her tone has gone ice-cold with trembling rage. "Ghaik!" she snaps. "Your head will make a fine trophy for my queen!"

"Please - hold," says the illithid; its tone has a muted urgency that might be a panicked shout in any other race. "I understand your rage against my kin. One of my brethren forced a tadpole into your eye - or ear, perhaps? But I assure you, I stand with the Society of Brilliance, not the colonies of my people."

Rakha barely hears him. Her heartbeat feels suddenly very loud in her ears, rage suddenly consuming everything else. Her vision pales out and the beast roars in her head. ENEMY. KILL.

She trembles with the urge to leap forward as she did back on the nautiloid, to hurl itself at this creature that is like those who captured her and destroy it, rip the tentacles from its head and shove a knife through that gaping maw of teeth beneath.

But--

She looks past Lae'zel's seething expression to Wyll behind her. He knows the hunting of monsters, but he has gone still with an expression of wary curiosity. He hears the same thing she does - there is something different about this illithid. Something strange, a mystery that tugs at the rational part of her mind.

And if she fights here, it might turn the myconids against them. And she does not wish them dead; she wants to bring them Nere's head and purchase another moment of peace.

"The myconids wouldn't appreciate us fighting here," she rasps out, her voice strained with the effort of resisting the blood urge. "I'll listen."

"Fool!" Lae'zel snarls. "They infest your head and invade your dreams, and still you would parley?"

Rakha ignores her. This isn't about the illithid, not really-- it's about the strangeness of this moment, and her need for answers, and her own inward struggle. It's another moment where the beast has wanted to kill and she has held it back, which is a sort of victory.

She half-expects Lae'zel to attack regardless, and hasn't quite decided whether to stop her. But Lae'zel remains still; her eyes are burning like coals with frustration... but she follows Rakha's lead and waits, a hand on her sword but leaving it undrawn.

The illithid seems to relax slightly. "I ask only that you refrain from violence," it says gravely. "I respect that your opinion of my kind may be... charged." It takes a slow, careful step forward. "If that settles matters for the time being - would you like a diagnosis? Open your mind to me. Let us see what lurks within?"

Rakha's jaw sets tightly at once. She has many invaders already in her head; she does not need another. Certainly not an illithid. "Never mind," she says curtly. "I'm done with mind flayers touching me."

The illithid tilts its head to the side. "I see," it says. It does not seem bothered by her attitude - but there is an odd air of regret in its monotone voice. "I will remain here... if you change your mind..."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #whoo boy :P #i went around and around on this one #part of rakha really just wanted to rip omeluum up on sight #which is like... fine if that's what she needs to do - i'm trying not to be too precious about her killing npcs besides the companions #but tbh especially as she's starting to resist a bit more her giving in to the urge is often the least interesting option :P #and (as writer86 pointed out to me) her curiosity/needing the facts is one of the things that most works against the urge for her #and omeluum is decidedly weird enough to spark that #there was no way she was gonna let him poke around in her head tho :P #so i guess we get to find out if good ol' omelette shows up at the iron throne even if you didn't do his act 1 quest

[hearts4chriss]

Under the table.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒.

Bad boy!Chris + good girl!Black fem shy nerd

Prompt: midway through ur English lecture Chris goes under ur desk while the teacher or nobody can see

Part 02

A/n- VERY REQUESTED!! Pt 3 is also done !! And not proof read

Contains: dirty talking, use of pet names, public sex, chris is munchin, creampie, suggestive touching, embarassed!reader.

ever since Chris and I had sex, things were, well obviously different.

It felt kinda nice having a guy as good looking as him giving me attention despite how wrong it was.

For some reason I felt safe with him, like he wouldn’t let anyone bully me or make fun of me anymore, it was kinda comforting.

Chris pov

Since we had sex, I felt so attached to her like a fucking idiot.

I don’t regret not one bit of it, but something inside me was- I couldn’t get enough of her.

I wanted to taste her, feel her. The way she looked up at me with those big eyes and swollen plump lips after I had ruined her made me yearn for more of her.

The way she felt around me, the way she moaned my name and how she screamed it when she would cum.

it wasn’t just that, she’s beautiful.

her cute little glasses that sit on her nose, her glossy lips and that sweet smile she always give me as she does now while I’m walking with her too our class

I kept her close to me, I wanted to keep her safe from all those things that could hurt her. She was precious I couldn’t bare the thought if someone tried to hurt her. I had to protect her.

we got top class and I held the door for her and gave her a small wink making her smile a bit letting her dimples peek through before my eyes wandered too her skirt.

she had on pink panties this time and I couldn’t resist myself. The way they were peeking through the bottom of her skirt made my dick pressing against my pants.

the way she sat down on the desk and i immediately followed quickly sitting next to her in the back so I could tease her some more.

soon enough class got started and I watched her pull out her pink notebook that said “𝐻𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝑅𝒮 𝐸𝒩𝒢𝐿𝐼𝒮𝐻 ” in a darker pink and she opened it flipping through to find a clean page.

She saw me looking at her noticing I didn’t have a pencil or paper.

Do you need anything? I-I have extra..she said softly nearly making me melt but I tried to keep my composure from wanting to bury my head in between her thighs.

are you stuttering princess, I’m not THAT am I? I let out a small laugh rubbing my hand over her leg and her eyes widen.

No just- ugh here! She whines slightly embarrassed from my little pet name I’ve given her but I thought it was cute so she wasn’t gonna stop me, especially if I got reactions like this.

mhmm nice try tho. I kiss her cheek allowing a smile to curve on her lips.

then the lesson started and she began to take notes and I couldn’t take my eyes off her and how focused she was.

she would poke her tongue out, kinda how I would while she was concentrating, the way she’d push her glasses up occasionally just took me back to the night I fucked her so hard they came off her pretty face.

And her intelligence, the way she answered every question with such ease, then whenever I’d get called on she’d slide me a note with her tiny handwriting with the answer giving me a small smile squeezing my hand slightly.

she was so damn innocent but that only made me want her more.

I was snapped out my fantasies when she asked

May I use the bathroom! She raised her hand our teacher nodded and she got up and walked out the classroom and I was mesmerized by her thighs- fuck the way they look when she walks-

I sighed and peer at her seat next to me and realize, there’s a small wet spot and I smirked too myself.

I made her wet

the thought of that alone could make me cum, knowing I made this nerdy girl wet from only a few words and she tried too hide it was so adorable- never in life would I picture myself liking a girl like her but-

She came back 4 minutes later and sits down fixing her skirt.

you okay princess? I whisper against her neck and I watch her breath hitch.

What’s wrong? I say softly pretending to relax her nerves and dirty thoughts I knew she was having of me and I chuckled.

I slid one of my hands up her thigh resting it at the tip of where her skirt began.

Chris- w-were in class…she shudders shyly at my touch, as if she was begging me too touch her knowing how wrong it was and how fearful she was if she got caught.

and? why would that stop me from eating that pretty pussy of yours?

I Watch her squeeze her thighs together and adjust her glasses and I smirked knowing exactly what her little mind was thinking, though she’d never admit it

gonna be quiet for me? Let me eat you out in class? Make you cum all over my face baby hm? I whisper low enough because nobody was really paying attention too the teacher or us.

yes m’i’ll be quiet I promise- she whispers shaking her head.

Lower ur seat for me. I whisper crouching down under the desks enclosed by a small wall for backpack storage.

Her fingers attached too the lever and she does so moving towards the front of her chair giving me a perfect view of her panties.

I wasted no time knowing this already made her nervous enough, I thought it was cute how embarrassed she was. But she was needy. And I wasn’t gonna make her wait any longer.

I slid the panties down putting them into my pocket.

Her pussy was so fucking wet and it was all for me, I couldn’t wait to taste her.

It was right in front of me as she had positioned herself in the perfect angle, I left kisses on her thighs as a reminder she was my girl and nobody else was aloud to do this.

But her warmth was calling me, the same one I was just inside of only days ago.

I press my tongue to her wetness and she shrieks placing her hand over her mouth beginning to write with shaky hands

fuck- she tastes so good, that aroma id been craving was finally failing into my mouth, I slurped and sucked damn near the life out of this girl as she threw her legs around my head trying to maintain her volume.

her hand grasps my brunette hair slightly tugging on it and I look up seeing how she had one hand over he mouth whilst the other pulls my hair, knowing how flustered all of this made her I opt for sending her a wink before lapping up her wetness again.

I couldn’t get enough of it, she felt so good on my lips, it was so fucking perfect on my mouth, i couldn’t help myself from shaking my head in her pussy sticking my tongue out as her legs shook each time from overwhelming pleasure.

I spread her legs further apart making her groan but she quickly turned into a cough making me damn near burst out laughing.

I knew she was probably freaking out from this, and that made feel somewhat guilty but she was so hard to resist the way she sat in that chair her ass poking out a bit which I really fucking hated because I knew she did as well, but fuck it made me hard especially knowing it was only me who could make her feel so good.

It didn’t take long for her to release her warm cum all over my face, since this was the first she’d experienced this.

Fuck- I whisper to myself watch her juices drip onto the chair. I quickly stood up walking too a side table by the class door.

What’s on ur face Christopher? Look a little mess…the teacher questions and I chuckle and make up a lie quickly

Just ate something really good, and sweet and it had some cream inside so I got a little messy I apologize. I give the teacher a sly smile and she rolls her eyes at me and I wipe my face off and grab some extras for her.

I cleaned her up and saw how her legs shook a bit and how out of breath she was from this.

Her face looked a little embarrassed from my comment earlier but she had a small grin on her face one of enjoyment.

Are you okay princess? I wasn’t too much was I? I say slipping her panties back and she slowly slides them on as my hand rests on her back.

I’m- okay that was-wow-I don’t know I-i liked it a lot. She says shyly, lots of breath in between each word as she placed her head on the desk looking up at me with those big gorgeous eyes through her glasses and that’s when I realize something inside of me.

I couldn’t just have her for sex, or my own pleasure.

I wanted her to be my girl

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#🫂 → his princess series !! #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #hearts4chriss

[httpsdana]

Can we please have the below prompts with Lando?

13-"I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now"

60-"I am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." "id rather have you kissing me."

Attention~Lando Norris

*GIF is not mine. credits to the owner*

hello. I feel like f1 tumblr is dead so I’d like f1 requests too. I didn’t expect to get  lot of requests from my first post but I’m glad I did. you have to bare with me tho I’m slow at writing. 

you can requests from my prompt list

this is my master list

ps: this is similar to a one-shot I wrote on wattpad

13-"I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now"

60-"I am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." "I'd rather have you kissing me."

As you might expect, Lando was the type of boyfriends to be clingy asf. He couldn’t survive the day without at least having a few kisses or cuddling for an hour or two. 

However, when he was streaming or had friends over, his demand for attention would decrease (slightly not completely) he would still want to have his hand intertwined with his lover or at least putting his hand on her thigh or back.

his girlfriend, y/n, definitely didn’t mind having a clingy boyfriend. It was actually the thing she adored most about Lando. She loved how he made it feel like he couldn’t go to train without a kiss. She loved when he would come home, after having a long day on the track, and would lay his head on her chest after showering. She would play with hair, scratching his scalp, earning some happy sighs from him.

y/n was still studying in University. She was taking online classes to be able to travel with her boyfriend around the world. She had finals coming soon and felt as if the whole world is put on her shoulders. And her boyfriend being at home due to the off season, wasn’t helping her at all. He was a huge distraction and she was easily distracted.

y/n was sitting in their living room, books and papers sprawled out on the couch. She had her laptop in front of her, with a pen in hand. She looked at the screen with a very confused look on her face.

when the hell did she take these?

She let out a sigh and decided to try understanding the notes on her own. That’s when she heard the door of Lando’s streaming room open and then close again.

Now she knew she ain’t gonna get any studying anymore. She hoped that he was just out of his room for a cup of water or some snacks. But boy was she wrong

“helloo darling” Lando sang walking into the room.

She mumbled a small ‘hey’ not tearing her eyes away from her laptop. A frown found its way on his face as his girlfriend didn’t look at him.

He knew that he shouldn’t be distracting her, but he saw how she was drowning herself in her books and studies. He couldn’t just watch her slowly drain herself without doing something.

“I think I didn’t get my kiss for the day” he grinned sitting down next to her

she just hummed, not really paying attention to what he was saying

“babee” he wined poking her shoulder for attention

“stop” she mumbled, writing down some of her notes

“but babe” he poked her shoulder again

“Lando. stop that” she finally looked at him with a stern look

“I’m not stopping until I get some attention her” he poked her shoulder again

"I am so punching you in the face if you don't stop." she snapped, glaring at him

"I'd rather have you kissing me." he smirked, loving how he was provoking his girlfriend

he wouldn’t admit it to her, but he found it absolutely attractive when she’d be fuming

“Lando...stop” she glared again before turning to look at her screen

“I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now” he crossed his hands over his chest and gave his girlfriend a pout and some big green puppy eyes 

she realized that she couldn’t ignore him a lot more if she wanted to continue her work, but she wanted to tease him a little bit more 

“and I’m your girlfriend and I demand you leave me study right now” she said with the same tone Lando used, crossing her arms too, with a teasing smile on her face

“come on just one kiss” Lando leaned closer puckering his lips, while she leaned back avoiding his lips as much as she could. He ended up kissing her cheek

He let out a sigh of frustration before standing up and grabbing both of her wrists in his hands, pinning them on her side and placing one of his knees between hers

“I’m getting my kiss either way” he whispered before pressing his lips on hers rather roughly

Her hands found their way to his hair, when he loosened his grip around her wrists. She pulled on his roots making him groan into the kiss before he pulled away, both of them panting slightly

“so...I won’t distract you anymore. you have finals love” he winked before walking out of the room with a smirk on his face

#lando norris #lando #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #mclaren #lando norris × reader #lando × reader #daniel ricciardo #formula one imagine #formula one oneshot #norris #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #pierre gasly #george russell #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #mclaren f1 #mclaren formula 1

[oh-lordy-lord-save-me]

Hello, I just wanted to let you know that I am really fascinated by your version of Usagi and wanted to know more about him. What are the similarities and differences between your version and the comic version of Usagi? And well the other characters of Usagi Yojimbo appear as well, like Kitsune, Gen, and Tomoe, and if so how are they like in your version?

hi!!! thank you for taking interest in my iteration, its means a lot. in my au usagi is a teen(around 16-17) who traveled from japan to new york because he “wanted to travel more.” in reality he is trying to avoid another encounter with jei, as the last one kinda scarred him a bit. the thought of jei being in any town he’s visiting took away the possibility of a peaceful night for him. 

gonna cut it off here since i just noticed how long this is haha

ayway, he definitely still sticks his nose into other people’s business and gets involved into things that were 100% avoidable.He would still be incredibly good with kids as well as helping anyone who needs it no matter how difficult the task is. Either way he still has a shit ton of warrants on his head!!!

Another thing that is absolutely vital to him is his inability to commit to anything🙏 he likes his life of wandering and it feels wrong to him to stay put in one place. he does not want his life to change and that doesn’t really help if he ever wants a relationship. to make it worse he will not speak about his feelings, i think he’d rather be struck by lightning.

the way he acted before moving to the hidden city was very different. he was much more carefree and always got into situations without much of a plan. he’d throw in some jokes in the middle of fights and hype himself up sometimes. i based off this phase of his life off of his younger self in the comics. but after this he tries to take things more seriously, keeping to himself and not breaking rules as often and acts like a dick sometimes . he gets better tho after hating leo for a while and gets to know him better.

i did change some characters a bit like katsuichi. he still lives as a hermit but took usagi in when he was much younger due to his dad passing. he takes on a more fatherly role than just a sensei for usagi. i dont see him calling him a cockroach or a head lice knowing this poor kid just lost his dad😭

kitsune, gen, and tomoe are living their lives back in japan. kitsune still lives as a street performer and a thief and shes having a good life rn honestly. shes knowledgeable in some mystic items as they’re usually a part of her performances. she’d be active on social media platforms, she’d have very organized posts. she’s also the one who reaches out the most to usagi; she pokes fun at him but she does it as a way to check in on him since the last time she really saw him he wasn’t in the best shape. i haven’t really gotten to gen yet, but he’s still a bounty hunter. he’d still be a bit of an ass when it comes to money or usagi. 

dont have much on tomoe, which is honestly a crime, but i have the idea that she is a student at her father’s school. i think she’d be entirely dedicated to her skills and wouldn’t have much time for anything else. she’d only ever see usagi if he’s visiting the geishu province. i plan on them leaving eachother on strained terms when he left japan, they’d eventually sort it out in the future though. there’s also chizu, who usagi has worked with in the past but eventually stopped. She’s completely dedicated to the neko ninja, willing to do everything she has to for their cause. she ended their friendship by deceiving him since “friendship is a weapon that is used by the ninja, but it can be much worse if the ninja develops feelings of friendship.”

 chizu is honestly a big reason who usagi heavily distrusted leo at first; his experience with ninja isn’t very pleasant 

#ask #dear lord this is long sorry :’D #also happy holidays

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .08

"Oh, my star!"

As fans cheered and lights flashed along with flowers being thrown onto the stage. Bill and I caught some or dodging others we smiled waving to everyone before we have to leave the stage once more. Tom already let his guitar hanging from his neck, side hugging his brother. Georg standing next to me with his hand in mine. “Have a wonderful night!” I yelled only to get more cheers. I laughed, blowing kisses one last time before we have to get off. Gustav smacked his drumsticks in the air, following behind. 

Today was our 8th show. Only 12 more to go until we are in the United States. I’m super excited, about having more friends and family there to see. Bill hugs me tightly, and my heels lift up as he is a bit taller than I am. (If not I’m sorry)

Johanna comes running up to us with her camera in hand. “You have no idea how amazing you guys looked tonight!” She squeals, shaking around the device we all laugh begging her to show us. “No, not until I edit them and everything on the bus tonight!” She leans into Gustav as we continue walking into our room before meeting with some fans outside. 

“I do want to warn you guys tho,” She starts off, looking around before she says anything else. “Havi is gonna be here, along with Earl. I told them everything was okay over the phone but they wanted to talk to you guys themselves.” She makes a face, worriedly watching our reactions. I look up at Bill who was looking at Tom. It was like they were communicating in their heads.

Havi and Earl are our actual managers. We barely see them though. They only really come around to our big shows and the bigger opportunities we get. It’s a lot better this way since they are pretty toxic. Havi and Earl are in the same company due to us being childhood friends we joined together because of our parents. “Say something.” She pleads and Gustav clears his throat. “Thank you for uh letting us know.” He smiles at her, they look into each other's eyes for a moment but it was cut off by Tom speaking up this time. “I messed up when we had that big show, it’s just to let us know.” He sighs, placing his head into his hands. 

“You did amazing what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes, it wasn’t towards him it’s just I hate how we get because of them. We all start beating ourselves up before they even come in and say anything to us. “No that one riff in Forgotten Child. And in your song Take Away. That day was horrible.” He stands up, grabbing a water bottle quite aggressively. “You had some nerves, it was Paris France! We had a little bit of an expectation to uphold and I’d say it was pretty fucking amazing.” I shrug, leaning back into the couch, playing with Bill’s shirt behind him. 

“You’re one to talk, you haven’t messed up at all.” Tom points to me, I sit right back up. 

“What do you mean? I literally hit so many flat notes. And! My hand slipped on my guitar.” I exclaim he shakes his head about to continue to say more but there was a loud knock on the door and then it bursts open. We all stand up immediately, straightening our posture since it was the managers and what seemed like apprentices? Trainees? 

“Oh, my star!” Havi comes directly to me, arms open for her to just grab my face and then give me air kisses. “Hi, Havi.” I force a smile upon my face. “Tokio Hotel.” She nods their way as Earl barely gives any of us a look. He was writing away on a notepad before shoving it into his apprentice's arms who seemed to already be carrying a  bunch of other things. He looked practically miserable. 

“So, we’re here today to talk about a few things.” Earl establishes a new conversation. One we’re currently dreading to hear about. “First, sit down.” He states, all of us plopping right back onto the couch. Gustav gives up his seat for Johanna and he sits on the arm of the couch next to her.  

“You guys hired Johanna it seems?” He pokes his eyes out from his glasses as they leaned down on his nose. “That was me.” I put my hand up.

“I didn’t ask who. I am however asking why it wasn’t run through us first?” He questions, playing with the pen in his fingers. 

“I thought it was a good idea. You guys don’t manage pictures for us. I needed someone to.” I nervously say, my hands lying in my lap as my leg bounces up and down. My eyes scattered all over the room to avoid anyone's eyes. I stutter when eyes are on me. I can’t speak confidently with eyes on me. 

“Oh, so you just make decisions now?” His voice booms as he steps closer, I manage not to flinch squeezing my hands tighter together. “No, sir. I’m sorry but you guys didn’t answer and it’s coming out of my bank so.” I stare at his shoes, he wasn’t moving any closer this time but now I felt embarrassed. I never told the boys that it came out of my account to pay her. She didn’t even know and now that they do they’re probably going to get upset as well. “Hm, I guess that does change a few things.” Havi huffs, a hand lays on her hip. 

“Moving on from that. Tom,” She faces him, his eyes don’t even meet hers. She looks past him. “I need you to have some more practice. Your stance is a little charismatic and you’re still messing up.” She waits for him to respond but just earning a nod she moves on to the next thing. “Georg, give a little more light to [Name] and Bill. They’re truly the stars. Well my [Name] is.” She sickly smiles at him and he apologizes quietly. My heart begins to pick up. That’s not true. 

“Gustav, interact with people more. You’re like a mouse that’s barely even there.” She roughly tells him.

“Bill, enough with the movement, calm it down before you give me a heart attack.” 

I start to breathe a little loudly trying to calm myself down. They hate, hate, and hate everything. We never hear anything good about our shows. “Anything else to dictate?” I mutter, I honestly didn’t even mean to say it but now with everyone’s eyes on me I really wish I didn’t. 

“Excuse me?” Earl steps closer and now my face is at his stomach level. It felt inappropriate and I begin to sweat from how nervous I am. “I’m just saying that… you guys never say anything nice. It’s always, it’s always negative.” I stutter, my chest rapidly going up and down, a hand slid into mine from my lap, and with how I was feeling I really didn’t pay attention to who it was. “Well,” His fingers go underneath my chin, lifting it up to look at him. 

“If you don’t like what I got to say that’s too damn bad.” He’s right, there’s no other company we could go into, and without a manager, we’re screwed. Especially since this is the top company in the world. They’ve gotten us into things we couldn’t have even dreamed of entering without them. “Now suck it up you got people to meet.” He taps my face three times.

“One last thing before we go.” Havi places a hand on her hip.

“Tom and [Name] need to be seen more in public alone. The publicity is amazing for you guys.” She grins, pointing between the two of us and I turn to see Tom who was nodding. “[Name] doesn’t let anyone see you with your boyfriend. If it does you need to end it as I say.” I don’t respond and she just leaves mumbling about how she’s going to call me later anyway. I look down to see our hands entangled together. But for some reason, I don’t want to let go. As Earl leaves I let out a loud breath that I was holding in to stop my tears.

My hands were shaking as my body racks with me hyperventilating. I squeeze onto Tom’s hand as a hand traces up and down my back. “Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers into my ear, Bill was the one rubbing my back. Gustav, Georg, and Johanna talked about what just happened. “I’m sorry.” I hiccup between ragged breaths.

“Don’t worry about it,” Georg tells me. “They’re just assholes,” Tom adds as well, after a few minutes I was leaning into Tom’s side as he still held my hand. Bill was standing, he had gotten the makeup to fix what I did to my face. Johanna was on the other side of me, going through the pictures on her camera, showing Gustav. He was the only person that got to see of course. 

“I don’t want to get up.” I whisper, Tom just rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “You don’t need to.” He tells me back. 

“Yeah, I’ll just get on my knees for you.” Bill winks, causing me to chuckle after I had just finished sobbing. “Only he’d do it for you.” Tom nudges me, I try not to make a comment, smirking instead. He’s holding my hand and letting me lean on him but I don’t think he’d draw the line at getting on his knees for me. 

Having to sit up straight I finally let go of Tom’s hand, letting Bill do my makeup. He really didn’t have to get on his knees as he stood back up and just had my head up. I calmly sat there with my eyes closed. My hand felt empty.

Cold even. I didn’t like it. Missing the warmth it gave along with the comfort. Feeling almost like a baby after crying. My face felt clean even with all the makeup that went through my pores. Even though it now puffs out in the slightest I felt prettier. I felt tired as well. Wanting nothing more than to just keep my eyes closed and leaned back onto Tom. 

Maybe it would be better if it was Jace instead. Maybe even the couch. Tom was just helping me so I could calm down before seeing the guests. His words still stuck in my mind.

It’s just to get through the tour. He doesn’t want to be my friend. 

I would like nothing more than to be his friend.

He doesn’t want to be mine.

Why doesn’t he want to be mine?

My… friend?

Yeah..... Sorry for another later post. This week I'm graduating so I have a lot going on lol along with work too. I'm going to try to write another chapter tonight but again don't hold your breath. Thank ya for your patience my loves. I'm finally sort of getting over this sickness. I just have a cough and a stuffy nose now.

#georg listing #bill kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #x reader

[noctilucous-sunni]

a sudden, surprise proposal.

cw: none!

overview — you’re simply out with your beloved partner and something sudden makes them get down on their knees with a ring in their hand and a stupid smile on their face.

masterlist.

note — 100% brainrot. 100% unedited. hehe. originally i was gonna post this with a childe version which im currently half way thru writing but then i was like ah screw it imma post heizou’s version first. writing might have some errors, and it feels a little stale. its cute tho <3

feat. characters — heizou

HEIZOU

It was rather early in the morning, when you and Heizou decided to go out for a little walk, and then you got distracted by the groceries.

“What do you think we should have for lunch?” You ask your partner, focusing on what vegetables the stall had and which ones you should get. You’re a little absent minded, so you don’t hear what he says at first until he shakes your shoulder and gives you a look.

“What?”

“Worry about lunch later. It’s only 8 am. We can figure out when it’s actually lunchtime, love.”

You blink, before your heart melts and a cute smile finds itself on your face. “You’re right… I can’t believe it's one of those days again…” You sigh, a teasing lilt in your face as you look at the detective.

“What kind of days? Hmm?” Heizou plays along, with a smug look on his face that you’d just love to wipe off.

“Just days…. where…”

“Where…? Where… what? Where… I’m right? Again?” He drags it out, teasing to the max, chuckling. You stick your tongue out and pout, childish.

“Just shut up and hold my hand.” You mutter, intertwining your fingers together. He snickers lightly, pressing a quick kiss on the side of your head. The both of you take your time on your short morning walk around the city. When you’re approaching a stall and whispering something about the seller’s haircut choice, an old lady stops the two of you in your tracks. Mainly because all her groceries fell on the floor.

“Oh, let me help you with that.” You say kindly, dropping to the floor to help the old lady pick up her shopping. Heizou does the same, wordlessly picking up two shopping bags filled with groceries while you hold the others. A rather unusually big amount of shopping for a elderly person to do, you thought.

“Thank you… you both are such dears. Sweethearts, huh? I remember the days when I was young and in love.” She smiles, a fond look falling on her aged features. “When’s the wedding?” She jokes, looking at the both of you as if it was like looking into the past.

You chuckle at the question awkwardly, back at Heizou’s side. You think he’s just playing along with the joke when he replies.

“Oh, we haven’t chosen a date just yet. But it is happening soon, I can promise you that.” Heizou gives you a look of adoration. Your heart races, like it always does because you’re absolutely head over heels for him, just like he is for you.

The elderly lady waves goodbye, taking her numerous groceries, disappearing into the crowd. And even when there is a crowd starting, it still feels like just the two of you. “You sounded so serious there, zou.” A giggle escapes from you, as you joke, poking his arm playfully.

“Oh, I was being serious.”

Wait, what?

Your smile drops to the ground as you see Heizou go down on one knee and pull a velvet box out of his pocket. He swears that if he had taken a picture of you at that point, you would laughed at having seen how your eyes grew as wide as dish plates. Despite your gaping expression, he thinks that you look absolutely enchanting, with the morning rays ghosting your skin and making your hair glow.

“Will you… marry me?” He grins, looking a little bashful with soft blush coating his cheeks. You’re still in shock, gaping at the beautiful sapphire and emerald ring, sparkling in the sunlight. The two stones represented both of your visions, and if you weren’t still recovering then you’d have melted in a puddle on the floor.

“Y/N, are you going to give a response any time soon—?”

“Oh Archons, Heizou!” You interrupt, leaping at him in excitement. He hadn’t predicted that, see, so the two of you went tumbling across the floor, tangled up together, laughing. You beam down at him, with a smile so bright he swears it could blind the whole of Teyvat.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—!” You repeat again and again, before he pulls your collar down to shut you up with a kiss. You pull away when you realize that yes, the two of you are in the middle of the city, lying down on the floor, looking like two idiot teenagers.

When you’re both up and standing still, Heizou pulls you in by the waist for another kiss, feeling your smile against his lips. His hand slips the ring on your finger, and it fits like the last perfect piece of the puzzle.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Your voice is soft, just like the way your lips feel on his, and he wishes time would freeze, so he could stay in this moment for all eternity. You are the last solution to all the investigations and cases he’s ever cracked. You are the solution to the case of the prodigy detective’s own heart.

a/n: i cant believe that today is the THIRD DAY im posting aNOTHER fic. 3 DAYS IN A ROW. ive never been so consistent in my entire life. also idk if the last part really works or makes any sense but oh well. i just love him so much <33

#sunni writes #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #genshin impact x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #genshin impact #heizou genshin impact #genshin heizou #genshin impact heizou #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #fluff #heizou fluff

[colderdrafts]

9: The fight

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Tw for violence/blood. Previous Next

You rush to a sitting position, and start scrolling through the messages first. The first few are just updates from Irwin, with attached photos of him hanging out with Elise, and pictures of pretty stuff they’ve seen. There’s a selfie of him with his arm slung around Elise’s massive frame, and they’re both blowing raspberries at the camera. “We’re gonna get there first slowpokes!”

They’re followed by a few others.

“I know connection’s shit out here but let me know you’re ok. If snake guy gives ya trouble I’ll kick his ass!”

“Or well. I’ll tell Elise to kick his ass. She’s warming up to my amazing charms ;)”

“wait. Do snakes have asses? :o Can you check?”

“uknow, scratch that. Don’t look at his hypothetical butt, that’d be weird.”

“But seriously, u good? I’m worrying over here. Everything good w/ me tho. We’re waaaaay ahead of you ;p”

The delivery time shows a pause for a few hours until the messages continue.

“Dude, this is getting scary. Elise says we’ve run into boarbeast territory, somehow. What a fucking coincidink. I hear them howling.”

“hey be careful out there, ya hear? I don’t know where u are but if you’re anywhere near us keep it on the downlow. We ran into some of the others, they’ve had issues too.”

“DUDE ANSWER. We ran into finance, she said she lost her hum partner somewhere in a scuffle?? WHERE ARE YOU.”

“HELLO?? Don’t you fucking dare be dead, I’ll kick you ass!”

“Why aren’t you picking up?? Elise just fought off on of the things, and I ran I lost her she’s fucking gone I’m getting super freaked out ANSWER!!”

The last call was from yesterday.

You immediately discard your sleeping bag, pull on your clothes and boots and step outside.

“Tiny? What are you doing?” Amren asks dully, poking his head out of his tent.

You ignore him and dial Irwin.

The phone rings for a bit.

“Pick up, pick up…” you mutter.

Amren fully exists his tent, sluggish and shuddering against the cold. He looks at you worryingly with his arms crossed.

“Pick up..!” you hiss.

It goes to voicemail.

You snarl at the tone, and pull out your compass.

“We have to get to them,” you inform him. “They were just attacked.”

Amren slithers a bit closer, regaining full awareness at your unease. “Slow down, Tiny. Who were attacked?"

“Irwin and Elise!” you look around, trying to get your bearings. “They got jumped by the boarbeasts, Irwin’s out there alone – can’t believe I just sat and drank coffee while all this was going on!”

You start out northwest, when you suddenly feel Amren’s cold hand locking around your wrist.

“Tiny, hold on-”

“We can’t just sit here,” you pull at his arm.

“We can’t just storm into a fight we know nothing about!” he hisses, and tightens his grip. “You don’t know what you’re running into. If they truly got attacked by boarbeasts none of us will be better off if we storm off-”

“You can’t be serious,” you cut him off.

He glares. “I am very serious.”

You yank your arm out of his grip. “So what, you suggest we just sit here and hope for the best? If there’s any way we can help-”

“You don’t even know where they are!” Amren snarls. “Are you going to storm off in the middle of the night with nothing but a vague northern direction and hope you won’t get mauled? For once in your life, THINK, Tiny.”

You shake your head at him. You are thinking. You are thinking your friend is in trouble, and you need to help him. He begged for your aid and you weren't there. You can't leave him behind. “I can’t believe you. Do you really care that little?”

Amren’s eyes harden. “I’m trying to stop you from going and getting yourself in trouble-”

“You’re being selfish! And I’m going. If you won’t help, get out of my way,” you bark, and start off north.

You feel a very strong tug as Amren once again grips you, though this time locking his hands around both your arms.

“Could you please stop being so stubbornly reckless?” he spits, gripping tighter as you struggle against him.

“What the hell- let me go!”

“No. If your partner got attacked, he’s most likely dead by now anyway, so it doesn't even matter. There’s nothing you can do, so just settle down!”

You stare back at him. How fuckingdare he? How can he say that so callously?

You try and weasel out of his grip for a few seconds, but his hand are locked around your biceps like vices.

You wince, deciding you have to try a different approach.

You use the power he’s keeping you restrained with against him by suddenly jumping into him, shoving him backwards. You miscalculate, however, and end up slamming the back of your head against his jaw. He lets out a hiss of pain, and releases your arms to hold his face.

You stumble forward, somewhat startled by the impact and sudden pain in the back of your skull. You look back.

Amren tries his jaw, and stares at you somewhat surprised. Then his look turns venomous as he bares his teeth at you in anger.

“You know what? Fine! Go ahead. I am sick of babysitting you,” he snarks, and leans back, flicking his tongue. “If you’re so adamant on being insufferable and getting yourself killed, by all means don’t let me stop you!”

You have had it. Enough with his attitude, enough with his uncaring demeanor, enough of him.

You sneer at him, balling your fists. “And I am sick of you acting like a prick for the hell of it, and I am sick of trying to turn that around!” you meet his stare and jab a finger at him as you speak. “Do you know what? If you actually showed some compassion for once in your life, maybe people would stop being oh so insufferable around you? Making friends! What a fucking concept!” you yell, turning on your heel.

You march off in what you hope is the right direction towards Irwin, leaving Amren in your dust.

He stares wordlessly after you.

Anger still bubbles in you chest as you storm through the forest, only armed with your flashlight and a compass. You didn’t even stop to pick up your backpack, but you don’t have time to worry about that right now.

“Northwest, northwest..” you mutter, periodically glancing at the compass and the road ahead of you. You try calling Irwin again a few times, but it always goes to voicemail.

You grit your teeth.

You keep going for a good 20 minutes, but when the adrenaline start to slowly simmer down you realize the situation that you’ve put yourself in. The unknown woodlands loom quietly around you, trees swaying gently in the wind.

You have no idea where you are.

Looking around, the nighttime forest somehow seem a lot more threatening now that you’re alone and somewhat lost. You have had brighter ideas in your life.

Looking at your phone you pull up the navigator to try and check how far you are from where you’d guess Irwin could be if he headed straight north from the lodge. You try not to wince too much at how it’s almost 4am.

You do get an estimate, but come to a stop, however, when you realize something.

Amren has been dragging you off the track for about two whole days. Even if you somehow managed to pinpoint Irwin’s exact location, there’s no way you’d ever reach him to do anything in time if he really got attacked.

The horrifying situation hits you like a brick, and you suddenly feel very silly and frustrated. What the hell were you thinking? That you’d somehow fly into the middle of a dramatic battle like an unsung hero, and that that would magically solve everything?

You stop to gather yourself, leaning against a tree. How could you be this stupid? You breathe hard, considering your options.

Should you call the police?

Should you turn back?

Should you keep going and hope for the best?

Dread settles as you realize how powerless you are in this situation. Worry for your friend's safety and being rendered incapable of action is infuriating. Maybe swallowing your pride and go back to actually come up with a plan, like a certain insufferable snake suggested, is the better option.

That’s when you suddenly hear something rustle in the bushes from somewhere to your right, and you look over there, ready to churn your frustrations outwards.

“Amren, if you’ve come to gloat you can piss right off-”

You cut yourself short.

That's not Amren.

Two pair of vicious red eyes reflect the light from your flashlight, sitting atop a long snout. The maw opens in a snarl, revealing a row of sharp canine teeth alongside two tusks. A mess of black fur covers the horrendous wolf-boar mixed face.

You stare at the boarbeast, and fear settles in your core, sending a nauseating static through your body and gathering as a chill down your spine. Your entire body tenses in a freeze response, clenching the flashlight so tight you feel it might break.

The beast stares at you for a solid minute, before creeping closer, growling.

You involuntarily take a step back, when Amren’s voice rings in your head.

Use speed. Keep it at a distance.

The clarity comes short lived, as the beast suddenly charges.

You scream, and throw yourself behind the tree you were standing at, feeling a tusk barely scraping by your knee. The beast hurls itself to the side, it’s bushy tail waving through the air, and it mercilessly comes at you again, opening it’s maw to bite. You smack it with the flashlight, knocking it’s head to the side, but it rams into you, knocking you backwards on the floor. You land with a grunt on your back, banging your head against the mossy undergrowth.

You register snarling in your dizziness, and push yourself up to stare at the beast. It circles you, growling, and you scramble backwards on the forest floor, trying to get to your feet.

You don’t get the chance, as the beast roars, and springs toward you. You pull your arm up to protect your face, and yelp as it's maw locks around your lower arm and it bites.

The pain shoots through you, and you let out another scream as you start knocking your flashlight into its skull uselessly. You feel its warm pungent breath in you face and the loud snarling filling your ears as its teeth tears through your jacket and pierces through your skin, powerful jaws threatening to crush bone.

The beast suddenly releases you, however, as you spot a shadow slamming into it from the side, and a terrifying howl rakes through the night. The beast crashes down with a squeal, and you quickly scramble backwards in a panic, clutching your injured arm protectively.

You can’t see a thing, but you can hear howls, yips and grunting, and the sound of snapping jaws. You frantically feel around for your flashlight, lost somewhere in the scuffle, and wince when you suddenly hear a loud thud followed by a wet tearing noise and a ferocious snarl.

The squealing boarbeast goes quiet, save for an unpleasant gurgling wheeze.

You heart is hammering in your chest, and blood rushes through your body as you breathe heavily, staring out into the quiet dark.

You hear panting, and something shuffling around. Then you hear footsteps, creeping toward you. Your hand finally grasps the flashlight, and you hurriedly shine it on you savior.

You recognize the furry face that shields her eyes from the light, her muzzle and hands covered in blood.

“Mira..?” you whimper.

“And not a second too soon,” Mira coughs, gritting her teeth as she eyes the now dead boarbeast lying on the forest floor. Blood is slowly pooling out from a fresh deep gash on its neck. It twitches slightly.

She stretches out her furry palm out to you. You just stare at it for a few seconds, and she gently retreats it.

“Fair enough,” she says, and plops down next to you instead, wiping her hands off in the grass. “Is it okay if I put my arm around you? You seem really rattled,” she asks, hovering her arm over your shoulders without touching.

You nod wordlessly, and you feel a comforting warm weight settling around your shoulders as Mira gently leans you into her.

“Are you alright?” she asks softly.

You feel tears sting in your eyes, and you can’t stop them from falling. You’ve had more terrifying experiences in the past 24 hours to last you a lifetime, and here Mira is. The contrast of her gentle concern would be enough to send anyone over the edge. You put your non-injured hand over your mouth to ground yourself as you try to control your erratic breathing.

“It’s okay,” Mira says, squeezing you gently. “Take your time, let it all out.”

It takes a while, but Mira patiently holds you close while you gather yourself. Eventually, you’ve calmed down enough to wipe off the rest of your tears. Mira gives you another squeeze, and releases you. She scoots back to look at you better.

“Goodness, your arm-!” she gasps. “Here, hold on..”

Mira start ruffling around her backpack, and pulls out a bandage and some disinfectant. She immediately gets to work fussing over you, cleaning the wound and wrapping it tightly.

“I’m no doctor, but I think you’re in luck. It doesn't look too deep,” she says reassuringly.

You hiss in pain as she works, the disinfectant burning as it clears out the wound. You’ll take her word for it.

“H-how did you find me?” you ask.

She finishes wrapping your arm, and looks away somewhat sheepishly.

“You, uh. You forgot this,” she reaches back into her backpack, and pulls out the beanie you thought you’d lost.

“My hat?” you gingerly take it out of her paws and put it on. The warmth is comforting. “Well, thanks. Where did you find it?”

“When I was cleaning up after you left,” she replies. “I overheard Mrs. Hansen talking to someone on the phone complaining about boarbeasts, and got worried. So I, uh. Kinda. Tracked you? Using your scent on the beanie?” Mira doesn’t meet your eye. “And when it went immediately east I got kind of suspicious. Why would you go so far off the routes? And with Mr. Backpack out of all people?”

She looks around, looking somewhat on edge.

“Speaking of. Where is he? Shouldn’t he be out here with you? And.. why were you even out alone in the middle of the night? It’s dangerous for a hum to go solo out here.”

You look to the ground. “We, uh. We had a fight. We’ve been having multiple fights, actually,” you laugh forlornly. “But this one was bad. I got word Irwin was attacked, and I wanted to leave immediately to help. Amren tried to stop me. I called him a selfish prick and stormed off. And got attacked,” you snort. “God it sounds so stupid saying it out loud.”

Mira smiles softly, and gently pats your shoulder. “You wanted to help your friend. We don’t always think clearly when in distress.”

“Guess not,” you let out a shuddering sigh.

“It’s a bit weird, though?” Mira notes after a brief pause. “That Mr. Backpack would just drag you all the way off map?”

You frown. “He said it was to avoid the pack of boarbeasts up north. He apparently already knew about them. I already reprimanded him for not warning the others.”

“He hasn’t like – pulled anything, has he?” she asks somewhat nervously.

“What? No. Well. Besides his usual bad attitude, no. He actually defended me at one point.”

Mira eyes you. “This is going to sound kinda harsh but – are you sure he hasn’t thrown you for a loop?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean – if he truly wanted to avoid boarbeasts he did a poor job. They roam north, sure, but they’re worse away from the most frequented paths, like any animal. And letting you storm off on your own just now just doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t know, I just don’t understand the motive, and I certainly don’t trust he has any other interests than his own in mind.”

There’s a pause as Mira let’s her words settle with you. You suppose it is weird he’d go to such lengths to just be an ass.

“Why would he drag you away from everyone else like that? Mrs. Hansen said you were supposed to run into the others as you went through the different routes, keeping the spirits and the friendly competition up. Why isolate you from that?” Mira continues, focusing on your face.

You frown as you think about it. Amren's an insufferable bastard at the best of times, sure, but hasn’t he at least somewhat gained your trust at this point?

But if he knows this place so well, he should have also known it’d be dangerous east. The constant leaving you at disadvantage, keeping you out of the loop of where you’re going?

But then, why would he go out of his way to defend you earlier?

So he could finish you himself, a nasty thought pops into your mind and you shudder.

Mira regards you for a second with sympathetic eyes as you think. She gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Hey, why don’t we get you out of here. I happen to have a functional GPS, and there’s a place a bit from here where we can get picked up. I think you’ll be forgiven if you don’t finish this absolutely ridiculous competition”, she grins softly, trying to lighten the mood.

You nod, tears stinging your eyes again. You don’t know what to think. Anything to get the hell out of this forest.

Mira helps you up, and gently takes your arm as you start walking.

“Thank you,” you say. “Really. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime,” Mira says warmly.

You walk with Mira through the woods for some time, her never taking her arm off you, and you’re grateful for the support and extra warmth she provides in the cold night.

“Did you eventually enter the competition on your own?” you ask to fill the silence as you walk.

“Nah, Mrs. Hansen figured it wouldn’t be fair to send me off on my own," she replies. "So I’ve been doing my own thing around the lodge, until I started looking for you."

“Sounds kinda boring.”

She grins. “It’s been very entertaining tracking you two, though. It got a bit difficult after the muddied path. It looked like a war zone. What the hell happened?”

You smile a bit at the memory. “We got a little too sick of each other.”

“Clearly,” Mira shakes her head.

After walking for a good 15 minutes, you come by a small stream, where Mira excuses herself to go wash the boarbeast blood off her face. While she’s kneeling at the stream, you lean against a tree and look at you phone. Still nothing from Irwin.

You sigh, and try calling him again. It can’t hurt to try.

Your blood freezes to ice when you suddenly hear Irwin’s obnoxious high-spirit signature ringtone, clear as day. You stare at the source of the sound.

It’s coming from Mira.

#colderwriting #monster romance #gender neutral reader #x reader #monster lover #naga #monster x reader

[segredosjogados]

Coconut water

Story: drunk Urban and Y/N are at a beach house and she's going to take a shower after spending the day by the pool and Urban thinks it's sexy that she's taking her can of beer to the bathroom with her* (don't mind her, she's drunk). It leads to a make out sesh they didn't even know they could. 

Warnings: smut +18 / swearing 

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Y/N left the pool and led to the bathroom where she could take a shower after spending the whole day in the pool with the guys and girls. Everyone was spending the holidays at a beach house together and the day had already been full of drinking, smoking and dancing. 

She checked her bikini mark halfway to the bathroom, grabbing her towel but not leaving her can of beer anywhere. Gotta bring it with me, tho she thought to herself because the can was still half full. 

The sun was still in the sky and after it set they arranged to go to a local restaurant enjoy the a nice tropical dinner. 

Urban saw Y/N heading to the bathroom and followed her to ask if she was ok. 

"Yeah, Urb, I'm cool, just gonna shower and change for tonight" she answered, not showing a single sign of being drunk. Urban also did not show he was getting shitfaced. They were masters on the art of being drunk but not showing it. Actually, they had a low-key competition of who would drink more without getting shitfaced. 

"You sure?" he asked. Y/N frowned. Since when did he get worried about her? They were just friends. Actually, Urban was friends with her friends and they became friends more in those get togethers. To be fair, lately, Urban has been reaching out to Y/N on Instagram more, reacting to everything she posted, commenting on her pictures and finding ways to talk to her online. It wasn't the first time they were drinking together, that's why they already had the competition going on. 

"Yeah, cute face" she answered, to Urban's surprise. She's never said anything to him like that. 

"You're calling me a cute face?" he blushed, which was odd due to the fact that Urban could be with any girl. 

"Yes, 'cause you're cute" Y/N said, shrugging. It wasn't common for her either. She wasn't the type to be flirty, even drunk. It was due to past traumas with other men and the insecurities she nurtured in her life. 

"You are too, lil stoner" he replied. Y/N smirked. 

"You calling me a stoner? Come on, don't be a hypocrite..." she said playfully, poking his shoulder and taking a sip of her beer. 

"Me, a hypocrite? You basically smoked all my shit last night Ms. "I quit smoking after college"" he replied, getting closer to her, feeling the warmth emanating from her skin. She was wearing a purple bikini that defined her breasts and highlighted her curves. 

"Can't blame me, the one you brought was good and I needed some" she replied coldly, but closer to his face, breathing on his neck. 

"I guess you need some... more..." Urban talked in between the skin of her neck, touching the tip of his nose back on her cheeks. Y/N shivered from both the cold after the pool and Urban's touch. 

"Urban... the shower..." Y/N tried to say, holding back and trying to follow her steps to the bathroom. 

"Yo, you taking the beer with you?" Urban asked, following her. 

"Yes, it's not over yet" she answered, laughing then taking another sip. 

"That's straight up sexy, Y/N, not gonna lie..." he approached the bathroom door. Y/N stood still, impeaching Urban of entering the space but leaning onto him. 

"You know what?" she started. 

"What?" Urban asked innocently. 

Immediately, Y/N took Urban by his neck and kissed him in the mouth. He responded embracing her around her waist and leading her feet inside the bathroom. He started kissing down her neck, pushing her to the wall, Y/N seeing her face fill in delight on the mirror in front of her. She messed with his hair, going up and down with her hands. Urban occupied his hands with her breasts, still kissing her neck. She let a moan out quietly. 

"Urban..." she whispered but it was useless, Urban was already kissing her mouth again. His tongue slipped in her mouth, leaving a trail of a beer flavored kiss, which they both loved. The more they kissed, the more they wanted to battle their lips. Y/N then turned around and pushed Urban to the door, making a noise. 

"Shh..." Urban smirked. Y/N nodded her head in denial and kissed him again, going down to his neck, then to his chest and went down to him, tugging his beach shorts down, revealing his hard cock. She started kissing the tip, swirling her tongue, licking him and feeling his flavor. Urban used his hands to guide her head the way he wanted as she let him. She then deeply put him in her mouth, earning a moan and a panted breathing. 

"Fuck, shit, for fuck sake Y/N I wasn't... I..." he tried to speak but couldn't. His legs were trembling as he tried to hold on to the sink with his right hand and guide her head with his left hand. 

"I'm gonna... shit... Ah..." he moaned, pulling his head back, gripping his right hand onto the sink. 

That's when it poured. He felt his legs shake as Y/N stood up, looked at herself in the mirror and then to him. "I can give you the world." he said, looking at her mischievously. 

He watched her untie her bikini top and sit on the bathroom counter, her legs wide. She called him using her hands. Urban fitted in the middle of her legs as she started kissing him on the neck while he cupped her breasts with his hands, smashing them, earning some moans. Urban grabbed Y/N by her bum and turned her around so she could face the mirror. 

"I want you to see how shitfaced you get when I fuck you" he whispered in her ear making her shiver from head to toe. He tucked her bikini bottom down and arched her back, slipping two fingers into her front earning a big moan from her. He quickly put his hand on her mouth, shushing her. "Any noise and I'll stop. Just look at you all fucked out" Urban said sternly. Y/N nodded. 

He slipped his fingers again, circling around her wet clit, spinning and massaging. Y/N gripped her teeth onto her lower lip, trying not to close her eyes, seeing how she got lost in Urban's hands. His hard cock was patting her bum steadily and she didn't know where to let her feelings get uncontrolled. Her legs were getting wobbly, her eyes feeling some tears forming. 

"Urban, I'm gonna cum..." she panted. 

"Not yet baby girl" he responded and Y/N let out a quiet moan to the sound of baby girl. The way he said it awakened on her the dirtiest thoughts. 

"What did you say?" Urban asked not letting his fingers out. 

She didn't say a thing and kept feeling a knot forming in her stomach. 

"Urban, please, faster, I just ask this, please" she asked. 

"It's please daddy" he responded. 

Y/N looked in the mirror right back at Urban and moaned softly. "Daddy, please, faster" 

Urban responded in no time rushing his fingers deeper, lifting his fingertip a little, making Y/N roll her eyes all the way back. In no time, she came undone in his hands, shaking her legs and breathing heavily. 

Urban embraced her from the back, turning her around so they could be face to face. 

"I have to tell you something" she started. Urban smirked waiting for the rest. "You taste like coconut water." He laughed out loud, earning a "sshh" from her. "I could drink it all my life" she wobbly continued. 

"And I..." he said, pecking her lips "would give you again and again" kissing her deeply this time, taking his time to enjoy the moment. 

the end. 

#urban wyatt #urban wyatt smut #Urban wyatt blurb #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x you #jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concept #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow smut

[yuukei-yikes]

hibiya and takane at the end of the novels let me talk for a second😐😐😐😐😐😭😭😭😭ok erm novel spoilers duh

takane and hibiya werent at the lab with clearing and the rest bc they couldn't rly help (takane is doing shit as ene but if they took her body itd just be something the dan has to carry and as for hibiya in my sick twisted mind hibiyas thing is not ONLY cuz he cant help bc his powers take too much energy but its also bc the dan is trying to act like responsible older siblings and deciding hibiyas too young to be put in danger...sobsob. like it means a lot that hes the only one to survive aside from seto and mary. it's also funny how seto and mary are having an ugly crying party and hibiyas there like 😐) its a good team cuz ene can report back to the dan everything hibiya is seeing with his powers and hibiya can report to takane too *goes insane* its such a funny duo takane tasked as the worlds awfulest babysitter. you know in cartoons when the babysitter just ignores the kids and talks on the phone. hibiya and takane being teamed up together is literally that. except she goes inside the phone and all their friends are dying but thats a detail.

(also it hurts so much too bc of the whole haruka&konoha thing. the 2 characters most closely related to haruka and konoha being stuck together *my descend into madness is complete*)

i think their chapter together was interesting it made me poke my eyes out bc hibiya has to tell takane shintaro is dead and he's like OUGH...I DONT WANNA BE THE ONE TO TELL HER HER BEST FRIEND IS DEAD.. and then takane has a "weird" reaction, like basically doesnt break into tears or anything. and i know its because she had apparently discussed the possibility with shintaro previously (id kill to have read that convo. normal shintaka convo post reveal *shakes fist*) but the way she kind of tries to comfort hibiya in her own weird way and the whole thing being hibiyas pov its so clear she's trying to keep it together in front of him bc he's just a kid. and not only that but she says he reminds her of SHINTARO so she's like. ough ofc she acts like that. just by how she was as ene to shintaro she is being to hibiya rn to make him feel better. she knows she will die when she says goodbye to him after that as ene. IM GONNA PUKE

(she's... like so mature in her own stupid way. it rly hurts when in the following chapter when she's like on her way to die/just died she thinks abt how helpless she was and how she couldnt do anything even though she had just comforted hibiya and sacrificed herself for seto and marys sake. *bangs head against wall* TAKANEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!)

anyways i had all those thoughts bc i was like so since in novel route takane dies as ene... is her physical body also swallowed by the daze?? or is it just her soul, and when she's in the daze later its a haruka situation and both of them only have their consciousness kinda walking around as opposed to everyone else who is there with physical bodies? if that happened then hibiya would just be left on the roof of a random building with a corpse.

either way F for hibiya bc its either he's alone with a corpse or he gets jumpscared by another dimension opening and eating up the body. i do think her body gets swallowed tho and she just looks like ene in the daze cuz thats what she looks like in her mind (she's only been back in her physical body for like a day before this so lol)

either way. hc time but like. i just imagine hibiya realising takane isnt Really sleeping anymore and she Really wont wake up and Wow she doesnt have a pulse and even if he doesn't know her well, he is a kid and she is the adult that was keeping him company. so he kind of loses his mind. i feel so bad for him, what happened to him after takane leaves him??? bc we dont see him again til the end.

like even if he was technically already alone on the roof cuz takane was away as ene anyway, he knew she'd come back. but now shes NOT WAKING UP. he's looking at all this happen, all the people he's met in the last 2 days are dying one by one, the hope to find hiyori seems more and more ridiculous as the hours go on, konoha has been taken over by something Bad and is doing Bad things to people, he doesnt know if momo will be safe, its the middle of the night and he's in a city he doesnt know and the person, the adult, THE FRIEND supposed to be with him is NOT WAKING UP!!! i just imagine this little guy sobbing on takanes body begging her to wake up because he doesnt know how to get back to the hideout from here!! he doesnt know where he is!!! hey!! wakeup!! dont leave me by myself what am i supposed to do!!! and screaming when the daze swallows the body and hes just left alone for real. lol. anyways hows everyone doing

#kagevinnie #hibiya...you little guy... u go thru so much. #erm. im so normal #headcanons #should i put in main tags like girl i wasnt...planning on writing such a long post honestly #kagenalysis #hibiya amamiya #takane enomoto

[silvertherogue715]

Hello! How are you doing? This one’s a fun one. I assume that with Shademan being in here we’d have dark chips. Knowing that they cause dark emotions to be magnified I wonder how they’d effect the NEC-Navi’s(Terra) especially with Shademans ability how would it affect them? Especially if one of them is stuck in a long term exposure situation to the dark energy and emotions from Darkloids if say one was captured or something?Especially cause they can’t be held in one area due to their ability to go out into the real world and depending on their strength levels I’d assume Terra or Sunstar would be more dangerous. Tho I assume Sunstar wouldn’t be the most likely target because he spends more time in the real world while Terra stays more in the net. Do you think Shademan could possibly be able to go toe-to-toe with Terra or another NEC-Navi or just easily snatch one knowing his ability’s? How would this affect the others especially cause I assume theirs some regret over past experience with being overwhelmed with dark emotions? I’d assume if any of them were captured and held captive to use as a weapon it wouldn’t go over well. Especially with Sunstar. Anyway I hope you have a good day/night! Thank you!

Answers below! Been working on this response for quite a bit. Hope I got everything!

How do Dark Chips affect Navis?

Depends on who made them and what type of Navi they’re used on.

Dr. Regal manufactured his to function like a drug. You’d get a brief power boost, but then the withdrawals would hit–and they were lethal. The more you consumed, the faster they’d kill you. He intentionally programmed his chips to be this way. 

Regal Chips → Bad.

Minx manufactured hers to function like recovery chips. She only made hers with Ra Moon in mind, knowing pure negative energy was needed to heal himself in a way normal recovery chips couldn’t.

Minx Chips → Good.

Using a Dark Chip on a ‘normal’ navi is not recommended, since they were made with Darkloids in mind. Depending on how strong the chip is and how many consumed, there could be several side effects: 

Increased strength and agility

Deliriousness, loss of control, violent ideologies, lashing out, memory loss, etc.

Conversion into a Darkloid (as seen with Blues in the anime)  

How do Dark Chips affect the Stardroids?

They give them a power boost, if anything at all, but a small one.

The Stardroids are already powered by Negative Energy Crystals, which are about as pure an energy source as you can get. Dark Chips are far weaker in comparison.

To compare Dark Chips and NE-Crystals, think about drinks! You’re in the middle writing a paper and need some energy to get you through. A can of Dr. Pepper has 41 mg of caffeine. A BANG energy drink has 300. Dark Chips are like Dr. Pepper and NECs are like BANG. If you drink the BANG you’re gonna be way more wired (or more powerful, in this case)

More on the last bit, though–

Minx manufactured her own Dark Chips to help Ra Moon as ordinary recovery chips did nothing for him, likely due to his alien code. Her method of making them differed from Dr. Regals and they were not mass-manufactured. She had a very limited supply, and they were usually reserved for emergencies.

Reviewing some of my Doc notes:

Dark chips are both very illegal and expensive as they boast an ability to permanently increase a Navi’s base stats. Minx purchased one and used it as a reference to make her own. Edward and his son found more than just Ra Moon when poking head around the crater the navi left, too (let's call them Dark Chip Crystals/Crater Crystals).

Dr. Regal was able to mass-produce so many dark chips because he would infuse his machines with Viren NEC shards, which would in turn fuel the chips without needing an individual crystal for each one, unlike Minx, who used an unrefined material (Crater Crystals) for her dark chips, hence her needing a crystal shard for each individual Dark Chip.

What would happen if there was continuous exposure to negative energy? To Dark Chips?

Hm...if one of Dr. Regal’s Dark Chips were used on a Stardroid, I imagine they would feel ill/become weakened purely as a result of the ‘kill code’ embedded into the chip's design that forces data to slowly delete itself. I’m sure the Stardroids would have a method to deal with poisoned data eventually, but whoever is afflicted would definitely need down time until they found said cure.

Fun fact! Around the end of arc 1, Minx reveals her knowledge of Dark Chips with the main cast in SciLab so they can start working on a cure, or at the very least a way to slow down the voraciousness of Regal’s data deletion program afflicting [a captured Darkloid].

This backfires on her later.

Long term exposure to negativity for any normal Navi is bad. Darkloids get stronger with it, though they become more dangerous to others. The thing about Darkloids, though, is that they willingly give in to those urges/to the power high. NEC-Navis/The Stardroids do not. Think of it as a battle of will! The Stardroids feel the urge to lash out and destroy, sure, but like all NEC Navis, they were taught to restrain themselves from their “evil” urges, lest they become a threat to Viren society and be…dealt with. Either by Sunstar or some willing GVC soldier.  That doesn't mean some of them wouldn't give in to temptation, though. Eyeballing Mercury here.

The over-exposure to a 5-NEC Sunstar resulted in the Stardroids becoming nearly as unfeeling as their leader. They were still themselves at their core, sure, but anyone without the capability to feel remorse would act in cruel and unusual ways to get what they wanted. No moral compass to tie you down, you know? Especially if the only thing preventing you from taking certain actions is the vague memory of knowing you wouldn’t have done so in the past, or that it would upset someone you know you’re supposed to love.

Regardless, the scariest NE-Navis aren’t the mindless ones who snapped and lashed out blindly, but the cold, calculating ones who could pick apart a system by its threads. That’s what made the corrupted Stardroids so scary–people could tell there was something wrong with them, but couldn’t do anything because the Stardroids hadn’t done anything to warrant getting captured.

How would Sunstar react?

Hoo boy, seeing his fellow stardroids fall prey to their urges again would mess. Him. up. 

You’re right that he would feel extreme guilt that he let this happen under his watch again, even if he’s not to blame this time.

Shademan vs The Stardroids?

I think Shademan would stand a pretty good chance against some of the tankier Stardroids like Uranus or Mars, simply because they're easier targets. Smaller ones like Venus would also be at a disadvantage, since she wouldn’t be physically strong enough to handle his close-combat attacks. Neptune is pretty slow out of water, but he does have his acid attack–so it’s a solid maybe for him. In water though? Good luck Shademan.

Shademan would probably struggle the most against the faster, more clever ones like Pluto, Jupiter, Terra, etc. Terra is the strongest out of that group, though, given his combined experience and long-range weapon.

Mercury and Sunstar are..in their own league.

Kidnapping a Stardroid?

Excluding Terra and Sunstar, all the others generally travel in pairs of two. Even if they were confronted one-on-one, the Stardroids are frustratingly powerful, and all of them have years of battle experience–far more than any Earth Navi–a run for their money. Kidnaping one of them is uhh..pretty unlikely.

Even if one Stardroid was indisposed or cut off from the others, it’s likely they would be found relatively quickly due to their unique energy signatures (thank you NE-Crystals). That’s not to say you’d be able to identify who is who if you placed two stardroids on opposite sides of a wall from one another, though. The only NEC navi that’s relatively easy to pick out would be Sustar, but that’s just because he has a much stronger, more concentrated energy (2 NECs) to pick up on.

The Stardroids/NEC Navis can also pick up on Darkloid signals, but they’re much more…faint? If that makes sense. Weaker energy source and all that.

But back to the first bit– you’re right about Sunstar being regularly unavailable as a target due to being in the real world more frequently. When Terra isn’t in his office on the Stardroid’s spaceship (or inside the ship’s systems), he can be found rooting out issues on the Net. Said issues are generally Viren or Darkloid-related, though. The existence of Darkloids disturbs him greatly. I mean, how do similar beings made of negative energy exist, if the Virens were destroyed ages ago? =)

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[hearts4chriss]

Princess.

bad boy! Chris x nerd! Poc reader

prompt: Chris notices you, just a regular girl, pretty nerd, focused on her studies and nothing else, Chris has this attraction to you, his goal is to get ur attention and absolutely destroy you and ur innocence all together, a school project just might be his trick

inspired by: @luv4kozume my mama and talented queen go read her shit now

Part 7

warnings: reader is on BC!! overstimulation, rough sex ( p in v ), degrading, hair pulling, use of pet names ( good girl, sweetheart, baby ), ass slapping, teasing, manipulation ??, aftercare tho!!

“Fucking hell” I say to myself, I had a project with the nerd. Now ur probably like “Chris she’s just a nerd come on” She’s not ur regular nerd, she’s just innocent as shit, never had sex, never received head or pleasure from anyone focussed on her studies but I’ve heard her talk to her friends, she’s got a dirty mouth one i'd love to put to good use.

the second we got assigned partners for a chemistry project a smirk curved across my lips. I see her turn back to me and give me an innocent welcoming smile. fuck that was enough to make cum in my pants. the way her clear glasses sit on her cute little nose, her plump lips with a layer of gloss on them. and damn that uniform on her.

the way her skirt rides up when she sits down allowing me to get a good look at her ass, I see her light purple panties from here just a bit. Nobody else was looking at her, more focused on the basic ass bitches whose asses were purposely exposed. whores.

Fuck I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way she pulled her skirt down in the back, she could bare the fact the school's skirts were so short her ass was poking out. Her stockings climb up her thighs and her dress shoes dangle off her feet, the blazer fits perfectly around her skirt, and the white button-up shirt school rules top two buttons for all girls must be undone, Fuck- her tits sat so perfectly in it,

And then shit don't get me started on the tie. I've always pictured me putting mine around her pulling it as I fucked her. She was so damn innocent, the way she'd look back every now and then to see me because we were partners and give me that same smile innocent smile, as I was thinking about ruining her pussy. The only thing stopping me was the fact we were in class, but shit- I swear when I have her alone I was gonna fuck her so good, ruin her innocence entirely.

Eventually class was over and so was school, which meant It was about to just us.

Your Pov now

I got up from my seat and made my way out of class to wait for chris, I readjust my glasses and apply some more lip gloss.

The boy walks out and I give him a small smile and he gives me a smirk looking down at me and biting his lip, I just shrug it off and he opens his car door for me and we start driving back to his house

"Are you excited about our project Chris?" I asked him softly trying to kill the silence

Fuck her voice, it was so soft and sweet. just imaging her moaning was even better, I let out a soft groan feeling my dick press against my pants before I respond to her.

“Oh yeah for sure I cant wait.” to fuck ur brains out till you can't take it anymore.

We arrived at his house and we walked inside and his parents weren't home so he offered to work in his room and I nodded and we walked. upstairs into it and sat on his bed.

I smiled and took my computer out and laid on my stomach and began to start a slide show.

Fuck- does she know what she's doing? I felt my dick get even harder a small wet spot appearing on my pants.

I sat and watched this hot nerd on my bed and realized.

We were not gonna get anything done tonight.

I began to un do my belt and slip my pants and boxers down, I tossed my blazer on the floor and my shirt and tie approaching her.

I slowly lifted up her skirt and pull her light purple panties down staring at her bare ass, she had no idea. Fuck the surprise she was in for.

I press my dick against her sliding into her as she let out a moan fuck she was so tight.

“Chris- wh- o-oh god”- she moaned, it rang in my ears.

“is this okay?” I asked, I wanted to make sure she was okay with what I was about to do to her.

“mmph- y-yes- she stutters” I could hear her struggling it was pretty cute.

I took her skirt off and blazer allowing me to grip her hips and thrust in her quickly, her moans growing louder as I moved her computer to my nightstand.

“Ur pussy's so tight baby fuck-“ I groan as her wetness coated my dick allowing me to start pounding into her, her moans got louder as she moans my name and fuck did it turn me.

“Fuck c'mere-“I say impatiently arching her back and pushing her face into the pillow before pounding into her again.

“C-chris o-oh god-“ she cries out gripping my sheets as I saw her glasses fogging up from her heavy breathing, I knew this was probably a lot for her but I was dying to fuck her.

My hips snapping with hers sounded euphoric as she cried out my name, I did what she least expected.

I pulled her hair and thrusted into her harshly my hips snapped harshly on her ass and she squealed at the sudden roughness.

“Oh God- I-chris-“ She cries out and I decide to opt for slower and deep thrusts knocking the wind out of her lunges.

“Not so innocent now are you sweetheart.” I said with a smirk getting impatient at the pace so I shoved her face into the pillow starting to pound in her again the moans and heavy breathing of this innocent girl grew louder again.

“Shit shit shit-“ curses leave her mouth and I chuckle darkly

“hm, you've got a dirty mouth, don't you?” I whisper into her ear and she moans in response, she sounds so beautiful like this.

she fits so snug around me. I felt her squeeze tightly around my dick and I groan in response at how quickly I was about to make her cum and me as well as I twitch inside her.

“You on the pill baby?” I asked her and she nodded and I pull her hair roughly

“Use ur words princess.” I say still pounding into her.

“I-I-am- f-fuck-“ she stutters out and moans my lips curling into a playful smile.

“Good girl, you can cum now.l I say as I harshly snap my hips feeling her cum on my cock and I release inside of her.

I pulled out watching our cum drip out of her pussy thats when I realized, I was nowhere near finished with her.

“On ur stomach for me?” i asked her and she immediately complied.

I unbottoned her shirt leaving her tie on seeing her fully naked wearing just a tie makes my dick perk up again.

I slap my tip on her folds and she whimpered.

I spread her legs pushing them against her chest and slip inside her easily and she cries out at me pounding into her with force rocking her small body on the bed.

watched her stomach seeing my bulge and I chuckled seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her glasses start slipping from her face.

“Ugh F-fuck- my glasses-“ she cries out as they started falling off onto her body from how hard I was fucking her.

“fuck- push em up for me yeah?” I sighed deeply and she reached a shaken hand pushing the frames back on her face.

She looks so hot like this, all fucked out on my bed for me and she has no idea this was only the beginning

“C-Chris ngh- I-c-can’t-“ she stutters as I watch the tears form in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure I was giving her, the way her tits were pressed up against her body as I held her legs up easily slipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“come on baby, your taking me so well- shit-“ I grunted angling my hips to come in contact with hers more quickly and harshly and hearing her whimpers was so fucking hot.

I attach my thumb to her clit rubbing it in circles and she squealed at the sudden contact from her sensitivity.

“Shit Chris- I-t-the project!” She screams out my name and I smirk at her innocence, I had never thought about the damn project.

“oh princess you really think that’s what I care about?” I say snapping my hips with hers once more pounding her pretty pussy and she curses my name.

“I’ve only been thinking about fucking that pretty ass of yours for days, shit you and that skirt-“ I chuckle drawing figure 8s on her swollen clit and her thighs tremble in my hands.

“Fuck- mphm oh g-god-“ she cries out, her body trembling in my hands her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her cute classes now discarded.

“Hm? What was that sweetheart?” I smirk pulling her tie making her gulp and her eyes widen as I pull it and thrust into her roughly, the sounds of my hips and her thighs slapping fuck- I could’ve cum right there.

“CHRIS- p-please-“ she stutters gripping the sheets and my finger tips needing her plush thighs as she begs for an orgasm.

“You need to cum?” I say leaning over in her ear.

“Y-yes god-“ she whimpers arching her back.

I decided I would let her cum under one condition.

“princess I’m the only one who’s aloud to fuck you from now on got it?” I say placing my tongue around her nipple sucking softly and she groans.

“Y-yes I-i got it-“ she cries out and I rocked her body harder rubbing her clit and she tightens around me before beginning to squirt, she didn’t stop.

“Fuck you just squirted all over me-“ I chuckle slowing my thrusts.

“Mmph- I’m sorry- I-“ she stutters and I shake my head and chuckle.

“It’s okay honey I’ll take care of you”. I smile and pull out of her smirking seeing proudly at the mess I made of this girl, her thighs shake a bit, our cum dripping out of her and the wet patch on my sheets from her squirting just now. Her face a little teary and fuck she looked so hot all fucked out for me.

I picked up her body and ran her a bath and sat her on the counter for a second

“Spread ur legs for me mama.” I ask her calmly and she does so and I take a warm cloth and rub slowly between her legs and she winces.

“S-sensitive”- she whimpers and I stop and place her in the warm water

“Sorry.” I smile putting her braids in a bun and she sighs in the water.

“thank you for taking care me-“ she sighs smiling at me innocently.

the rest of the night consists of me making sure she was okay

Oh and the project? She, yes ms nerdy herself, asked for an extension

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[castle-dominion]

c1x2 nanny mcdead

I remember this song.

Gal in a machine! Cool!

Police lawyer: Mr. Castle, these waivers are serious business. Perhaps you’d feel more comfortable by referring the matter to your attorney. RC: What, are you kidding? He’d never let me sign these. But, fortunately, it's his job is to get me out of trouble, and not to prevent me from getting into it.

Get to the point ryan. (btw I'm so glad to be watching these in reverse order, if I had gone from s3 finale to this episode I would have gotten whiplash.)

I love the banter w rysposito. JE: Now if that’s not a cautionary tale about poking through someone else’s laundry, I don’t know what is. KR: Dude, there is an etiquette involved. If the clothes were dry, Mrs. Rosenberg had every right to put them in a basket. Now, if you’re gonna tell me she folded them, then it gets a little creepy. JE: I'm sorry, someone starts rooting around my underwear without an invitation? I’m taking that as a serious breach of hygiene. KB: I thought you went commando, Esposito. (How does she know this...?) JE, tilting his head: Well, it's a seasonal thing. (& also less hygienic my dude. For someone worried about ppl poking thru ur undies u ought to be concenrned abt the hygiene of not wearing underwear.)

CASTLE Hard to say. When I'm writing a new character, there’s no telling when inspiration might strike.

BECKETT I thought I was your inspiration.

CASTLE Oh you are, Detective, and in so many ways.

BECKETT Yeah, well, then your inspiration might strike you sooner than you think.

(https://scriptline.livejournal.com/17581.html)

lol "just ny"

RC: Three men huddled around a computer. That better not be porn. And if it is, I want in. Is that a thing? Do men watch porn together? Isn't it kind of gay?

It's new york, there is no such thing as neighborship.

[Castle looks at Beckett. ]

CASTLE (CONT'D) We all know girls like that, don't we?

[Beckett rolls her eyes and sees the three, Esposito, even Captain Montgomery drawn in. And all of them looking at her. ]

Was 8b an actual person or was he just pulling a number out of thin air?

Hey. I cook, you clean. You cook, I clean.

AC: You were the crazy homeless woman. RC: And some might say, still are.

They actually wore Stuff when seeing the body this time!

I forgot Lanie was a fan, apparently he writes death well.

LP: But what I thought you might find really interesting is the fact that she had sex within the hours before her death. KB: Sex? RC: I’ll explain how that works later.

I mean he doesn't want to get an std from her too, but then again you're right about "smart guy" or whatever.

RC: ‘Cause no man likes getting dumped. Am I right? Our egos can’t handle it. *starts telling a story & then stops as soon as he sees beckett's face*

you shouldn't lie bro

Castle: seeming so cute & fatherly Castle the next second: manwhore

I miss being fit enough to play on the playground like that. I went on the monkey bars outside church the other day (yes I'm an adult).

lesbian flag lookin scarf

RC: We could always make it strip poker. Mystery to horror XD XD

Boy looks like he's on drugs. Girl tell them that bro! You made it sound like you were having an affair with sara & then u were offended when they made that assumption???

Ryan reading castle's books <3 beckett got him into it huh.

Wow castle just names a famous lesbian couple. Maybe that's why u think commitment is over. only love is queer.

Beckettt & her red scarf, ryan & his tie looking more like normal (tho tbh I might prefer the college-student look)

RYAN Guess who wasn’t where they said they were the day Sara Manning was killed? BECKETT Who? [Beckett reaches for the paper, but Ryan pulls it out of reach] RYAN Come on, you got to guess. [Ryan continues to dodge] BECKETT Ryan. Ryan. I’m not guessing. RYAN You’re a killjoy, you know that?

Probs smart of her to lie in front of her husband abt divorce there.

Alexis looking so cute like that. Why does he watch two at the same time? The stopping & starting of the elevator does not make sense with the timing.

seventy-seven ain't beyond the realm of possibility! Man acting sus af. So true Castle. Love the finger prints on the mirror. So not smooth Castle. K but where did castle get her number?

Castle's outfits today are not matching his style in future seasons, i dislike it but I like the variety.

If he was home all day, why did they hire a nanny? Was he really that busy or sleepy?

RM playing with a baseball <3

They said the next person on the elevator was the old lady changing her clothes! Inconsistency!

I like how they just go in there, 10/10. RC: Whoa! No! Come on! Come on! I already signed my life away. What more do you want? RC: Hope to die. WAIT NO Why she gotta take off her scarf like that

I love hearing ppl yell or whisper or speak softly.

Back to the laundry room eh? That's more of an end goal than a plan. Oof this scene was great for me. I'm going to have to tag this as mom no look bc hoo babey love me a good thigh bleed. Castle she said not to go in. Girl holster your gun, don't put it on the ground. Love the way her pants are shredded. B'y he's probably manipulating u. When did you see him look at her...? She would probably be using much faster slashes imo, but that depends on the goal. Raises the pinky finger all fancy like. The dryer...???? Where is ryan? Espt was told to get everyone up the stairs but where was ryan? Was he with the family upstairs?

Alexis <3 <3 I love alexis & castle, they are me & my mom in several ways, & sometimes role reversal too.

Nice fencing swords. awww that's such a cute pic!

#mom no look #castle 1x2 #castle 1x2 quote #castle 1x2 spoilers

[silkscream]

Not original request.... I know but I've been thinking about this scenario for a looong while. Let's say reader dislikes Spiderman for sooome reason? Ummm and reader is besties buddies chums pals with Peter and she expresses her dislikes all the time, like he's a poser, he's not a real hero blah blah blah. (bc of this peter doesn't want reader to find out his real identity!) One day somehow somewhere reader finds out our dear Peter is spidey. Reader is kinda upset bro,,, hmmm why tho? Let's see why, flashback! An accident, spiderman was there, reader was there, reader was injured badly but survived, all without spideys help. Is this too much? U can ignore or change it i dont mind, i just wanted to tell this idea to someone since i cannot write 🐸thank u

ty for your idea!!! here it is for u bb

Speaking Terms

pairing: peter parker x reader

genres: (one-sided) enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, angst and fluff

warnings: language, vomiting, alcohol use, making out, unedited

summary: you hate spider-man but you love peter parker. what happens when your worlds collide?

wc: 6k (this was going to be short but alas...)

Peter’s swinging through the city, as a Spiderman does, except it’s rush hour during Tuesday and he promised Aunt May that he’d pick up a few things from the grocery store. Happy was coming over for dinner and although Aunt May was notorious for some subpar cooking, the woman knew how to make a mean spaghetti dish, at least. This is why, at the moment, Peter was swinging through the city with a baguette in one hand, flying through florist kiosks and on the tops of halal carts.

You roll your eyes at the sight of him. Having Spiderman as New York City’s mascot wasn’t as fun as you’d think… at least in your opinion. You considered the hero pompous and obnoxious, annoyed by his popularity like the way you would feel about an earnest football quarterback or valedictorian.

The red-suited spider-human nearly hits you on his way. You flinch, causing one of your earbuds to pop out of your ear. Great, I can’t have one walk home without Spiderman interrupting my SZA session.

“Sorry! ‘Scuse me! My bad! Oh hey, cool shirt, I love Star Wars... OOF—“

You try not to laugh but it’s irresistible. Peter plops right into a pole, sliding down with cartoon-esque gravity.

“Try not to get squashed, Web-head!” you call after him.

Peter shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch and turns to you, waving sheepishly with the baguette.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

___

“Peter, how are you a fucking Avenger, and yet there are so many Tiktoks of you like this?”

The boy turns towards MJ and peers at her phone screen. He groans at the sight of it and wipes his face with his hand. That god-awful Tiktok song with its high-pitched “oh no!” loops over footage of Spiderman swinging right into a pole. Peter softens slightly when he notices your figure in the video.

“Oh, shit, that’s Y/N!” MJ points. Ned gestures for the phone and examines.

“Dude, when are you gonna tell her?” Ned urges Peter. Peter sighs, knowing full well that his friendship with you would be a whole lot easier if you knew about his secret identity, especially considering how close you were getting. Not to mention you were the only one in the group who didn’t know.

“Tell who what? Is it me? Is someone waiting to confess their undying love for me?”

Peter’s head whips around and meets you with a crinkly-eyed smile. You reciprocate it and set your lunch tray across from his.

“Yeah, that and somethin’ else too,” MJ mumbles to herself. She glares at Peter when she feels his black Van sneaker kick her in the shin. In response, she returns the kick, but three times harder, making Peter verbally yelp in his seat.

“Are you guys good?” you frown, raising an eyebrow.

“Peter’s being shy today! You know how he is,” Ned teases. He pokes Peter in the ribs much to his dismay.

“No, everyone at this lunch table has decided to have it out for me, apparently,” mumbles Peter. “Y/N is the only one here who’s actually nice to me.”

You snort. You wouldn’t admit to anyone else (except maybe Michelle, who knows everyone’s business before they can find out, just by observation), but Peter is probably your favorite person at Midtown High. Your small crush on him since last year only grew exponentially over time and would fluctuate drastically once you started hanging out with him, Ned, and MJ.

Ned laughs at his phone and you glance over his shoulder. A red and blue blur flies through the air between the skyscrapers.

“Oh, hey, I was there when he ran into that pole. Idiot,” you muse. “God, it was hilarious.”

“Yeah, shit’s been trending all over TikTok,” MJ quips.

“I seriously don’t get everyone’s obsession with him.”

“Well… he is a superhero,” Peter tries, shrugging. He feels as though his attempts at being casual are futile. He tries not to make it seem like Spiderman is an awkward subject for him, but you notice he always shifts in his seat when you rant about the masked vigilante.

“Yeah? One out of a dozen. And all they do is fuck up the city as if we aren’t already suffering from horrible infrastructure.”

“Well, Mr. Stark is actually really philanthropic—“ You cut Peter off.

“He’s the worst of them! His whole company is weird and capitalistic and the fact that everyone is so obsessed with him and Spiderman just proves that no one gives a fuck about how the Avengers are essentially no better than our own military. Our country is the one breeding terrorists and now we have some dudes parading in leotards helping the government make nuclear weapons.”

The table goes silent. You sigh heavily, hating to be the outlier because you know your friends are rather fond of Spiderman. You know that Peter interns for Tony Stark, but your dislike for superheroes in general manifests itself in an ugly way sometimes.

“Jeez, I thought I was the buzzkill,” MJ attempts, trying to clear the air with her sarcastic humor. You roll your eyes.

“Sorry for talking shit about your boss.” You flash Peter a small, apologetic smile. He returns it, tight-lipped with pinkish cheeks. He shrugs.

“Nah, everything you said was pretty valid. I just don’t get what the problem with Spiderman specifically is, though.”

“Yeah! He’s just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman! Just some guy,” Ned chimes in.

“Yes, just some guy. Nothing special,” you retort. You lock eyes with Peter and swear you see a glint of melancholy in his brown eyes.

__

You and Peter Parker are friends. This is a mantra you have to tell yourself repeatedly. Especially now at this moment, considering you’re at a party watching Liz Allan kiss him square on the lips. You’ve decided now that your little crush is over and was never sustainable in the first place. Instead, you blame your drunken state for your bad mood. Not them. Everything was perfectly fine in your world. At least until you’re able to stuff your tears into your pillow when you get home.

When Peter pulls away from Liz, his eyes flash at you. You can’t fathom the look on his face, wondering if what he feels is pity or guilt. You smile at him, glassy-eyed and grim, before turning your heels to find MJ and another red solo cup to fill at the keg. You sigh a breath of relief once you find her on the patio outside.

“You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” MJ says, twirling the straw in her cup.

“Nope, just Liz making out with Parker.”

“No fucking way! Did he cream his pants?” MJ asks with her mouth agape. You shrug nonchalantly and mumble something incoherent. Her eyes soften at you. “You don’t still have a crush on him, do you?”

“No,” you scoff. She looks at you knowingly. You’ve always been a bad liar — it was Michelle who found out about your feelings anyway just by guessing. You weren’t intending to fall asleep with Peter in his hotel bed on the Washington D.C. trip, but you did. And it didn’t help that that had happened another time at Peter’s after a movie marathon. No, it was fine. Liz Allan wasn’t the most popular girl in school for no reason.

“How much did you have to drink?” Michelle cocked an eyebrow.

“Enough. I think I’m gonna head home,” you murmur, downing the rest of your cup.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, no! I need to walk alone. I’ve been feeling weird all night.” Your voice is small and you’re not exactly lying, so MJ simply nods and gives you a soft smile back.

__

You’re only a couple blocks away from your apartment before you hear whistles from around the alley. Inside your denim jacket, you grip the Swiss army knife that your dad had gifted you last Christmas.

“Look at those legs, mama!”

Your hands are digging into your pockets as you walk faster, not bothering to look behind you.

“Hey, baby, where ya goin’?” Two men block your path. They’re probably twenty years your senior, one sporting a goatee and the other with a five o’clock shadow. Their devilish Cheshire-grins make you shiver, or maybe it’s the wind.

“Fuck off,” you mutter. There’s nowhere to go with them blocking the sidewalk, and for once in all of history, the street you’re on is completely empty. Of fucking course.

“You look lonely, babes, wanna hang out with us?” one of them sneers at you. You shake your head and try to keep your face stoic and hard.

“Don’t tease her, Kenny, she doesn’t seem like much of a talker!” roars one of the men. He looks like an older, uglier version of Robert Pattinson in Good Time. You scan him up and down. You’re supposed to remember as many details as you can about your kidnapper, right? You try to memorize his blue eyes and red Carhartt beanie before his buddy speaks up.

“I know something that’ll loosen her up.”

You’re about to sprint when “Kenny” grabs you by the wrist, snaking you towards his body and holding you by the waist. Your heart beats like a bass drum and your senses are overflowing with anger mixed with adrenaline mixed with sheer, unadulterated anxiety. Suddenly, all those self-defense tactics you taught yourself aren’t anywhere in your brain, mind going blank. Your knee-jerk reaction comes eventually within seconds as your canines bite as hard as they can into the man’s flesh, to which he screams and loosens his grip. Red Beanie subdues you immediately, taking over your smaller size and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Right as you twist around and kick him in the groin, a web rapidly hits him hard enough to propel him into a nearby car. You’re distracted for a second. Somehow seeing the red and blue suit perched on the street lamp above you makes you feel angrier despite the relief he was probably giving you.

“I don’t think so, sir!” Spiderman effectively kicks Kenny to the pavement before he’s able to move. The hero’s foot steps harder on the man’s face as blood permeates the asphalt along with one or two teeth. “That’s not how you try to win over a lady’s attention.”

Releasing him, Kenny attempts to throw a punch at Peter but the boy easily escapes with cat-like (spider-like?) reflexes. He subdues the man and webs him to the alley-wall, to which Kenny reacts with a string of expletives and a whole lot of spitting.

“Guess you guys never learned your manners, huh?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, shivering.

“You okay, miss?” Peter asks you, Spider-eyes wide. He doesn’t understand the scowl on your face — shouldn’t you be relieved that he’d just saved you from attempted assault?

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” you grumble. “I could’ve handled that myself but thanks for the free entertainment. Have you considered changing your script? It’s a bit corny.”

“What, you don’t like my lines?” Peter jokes. You stare at him blankly. Under his mask, he frowns. It didn’t occur to him how much you actually dislike Spiderman until now.

“Have a good night, Spidey,” you grimace, saluting him and going on your way. Peter clearly can’t take the hint, even though your demeanor is like a light-up sign.

“W-wait! Can I walk you home?”

You scoff, laughing darkly. “If that’s what’s gonna help you sleep tonight.”

“I… don’t understand. Are you mad that I just rescued you?”

“You didn’t rescue me. I’ve lived in New York City all my life, of course, I’ve been mugged once or twice,” you snap.

“Listen, you don’t know what could’ve happened to you if I wasn’t there.”

“Are you demanding a thank you? Because I already said thanks. I’m okay. I’m alive.”

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles, still following you to your home. He scratches his head awkwardly. “Are you really okay, though?”

You sigh. First, your ego gets killed by the sight of your crush with someone else. Second, you nearly become an unsolved true crime case for the NYPD. Now, you were walking home with someone you’d rather not encounter at this close of a proximity ever. You bite your tongue. You’ve been rude enough to the hero — commenting on his Spandex-covered appearance wasn’t going to add anything to your already seething rage.

“No. I’ve had a shit night. This really topped it all off, though.”

“At least you’re safe,” Peter tries. He doesn’t know what to say to you. Even at school and during your hangouts, he’s always been a bit shyer around you, especially because you were the newest to the group and not yet a FOS. If anything, you were a HOS (Hater of Spiderman).

“Uh-huh,” you mumble solemnly.

“Um, I like your outfit. Went to a party or something?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply with the same monotony. You don’t know what time it is but you’re absolutely exhausted. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a teenager probably a few years younger than you on a bicycle. His jaw is wide open and you glare back. Your features soften when you remember your unlikely companion beside you. Spiderman waves at the kid and you hear a whispered “holy shit.” It’s the first time you laugh that whole night.

“Does all this popularity ever get to your head?” you cock your head at your companion.

“Nah. Not everyone likes me. You’re an example.”

You take a breath and look at the masked boy apologetically. You may be a bit drunk, but you get it, kind of. Spiderman’s charm. You liked the sound of his voice, you realize, because it feels like something warm and familiar. You realize he’s probably around your age or only a little bit older. It makes you pity him a bit.

Peter notices how slow you’re walking and offers to swing you to your apartment. Fuck it. You agree.

__

Swinging under Spiderman’s grip was probably the worst idea of the night, because your system is full of mixed liquors, and now New York’s favorite superhero is holding your hair back in your own bathroom while you puke your brains out. You decide your life is a comedy. A black comedy.

Despite your protests, Peter carries you bridal-style to your bed, plopping your body down as he helps you take off your jacket. You’re still in a mildly drunken state so you don’t think about how this stranger is in your room, watching you take off your dress. Peter’s eyes widen and he awkwardly turns around for your own privacy. You chuckle at his shyness.

“What, you never seen a girl naked before?” you tease.

“Not really, no,” Peter mumbles.

“For real? You’re a fucking superhero and you’re telling me you get no hoes.”

Peter shrugs. “Too busy saving people and keeping the streets clean, I guess.”

You roll your eyes, remembering your dislike for Spiderman. Although, maybe it isn’t exactly the person in front of you that you dislike, but rather the association you have with Avengers and cops. You absolutely hated systems of authority and considered Spiderman a pawn for the NYPD. You wouldn’t admit this to him now, though, because, for one, you’re too tired, and secondly, you find yourself entranced by the broadness of the hero’s shoulders and thick thighs. You wonder briefly how he looks underneath his suit.

You’re left in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt, so you tell Spiderman he can turn around again.

“Woooow, I see how it is,” he says, and you cackle. “You did that on purpose!”

He sits on your bed and lightly tugs the hem of your t-shirt sporting Captain America’s logo. For the next three hours, the two of you make interesting conversation (save for your interjections at Spiderman’s… craft). The two of you have more in common than you would’ve guessed, and now you’re cursing yourself slightly for how much you want to kiss the masked stranger in front of you. You’re sitting on your bed together, thighs touching.

Mindlessly, you take his hand, examining the thin material of his red suit.

“Sorry for being so mean, earlier,” you mumble. “Guess it’s just ironic how you actually saved me considering the last time.”

“What do you mean, last time?” Peter asks. A beat passes. Your swallow a lump in your throat.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Peter shakes his head. Has he met you before as Spiderman?

“A year ago, I was walking around 8th and there was this huge explosion. The car bomb, remember? And you were there obviously getting the bad guys and shit but right when it happened, you… you saved my friend instead of me. Like, she was completely unscathed meanwhile I got hit by so much fucking shrapnel and then kept getting nightmares about it for months after.”

You purse your lips.

Peter’s eyes widen when he remembers the incident. Before he saved Liz Allan from falling down the suspending elevator at the Washington monument, he saved her a first time in Manhattan. His senses were loud enough to save her before the bomb had gone off. It was a small explosion, but an explosion nonetheless, big enough to fuck up the pizzeria near Port Authority. He suddenly remembered that Liz was hanging out with you.

Peter didn’t remember the exact moment, but you did. The two of you had locked eyes when you had gotten injured despite all the debris, clouding everyone’s vision, and before he could even think about making his way to you, Liz had hugged him as tightly as she could. Seconds later, he was distracted by the culprit of the crime and swung away after Liz’s affections. You were on the ground, slightly bloodied with a bruised rib that took a few weeks to heal. You didn’t want to feel ill will towards Liz, but the incident stuck in your brain. It felt rude and intentional that Spiderman didn’t bother with even trying to save you, but in reality, Peter was just too scatterbrained to pay attention.

How did he not recognize you? He had noticed you had taken a week off at school, but he wasn’t very close to you. All you knew was that you were close friends with MJ and Liz and you shared a few classes.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he whispers, taking his gloved hand to cradle your jaw to look up at him. Your eyes narrow.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

The boy panics, but luckily his eyes fall onto the birthday card taped to your wall behind you. It was from your 16th from MJ, who had drawn a cartoon version of you and her with your name in bubble letters. He nods to it.

“Oh, right.”

“I’m really sorry, I swear. I… I wish I could go back in time. I’m so sorry.”

You turn your face away from him. You feel embarrassed about your dislike for him. Were you just… jealous of Liz? Maybe. But now your body felt hot from shame because of how sweet you learned Spiderman to be. You also feel nervous about how intimate the current moment feels.

“I always beat myself up about that kind of stuff. Not being able to save everyone. I want you to know that everything that happened that day was… was fucked up, but I didn’t turn away from you on purpose,” Peter breathes.

“I don’t need your pity, Spidey. It may have been traumatizing but you made me realize that I can take care of myself just fine on my own. Without anyone’s help.”

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you.”

For some reason, you decide to touch where his neck meets his collarbone, and you lift his mask the slightest bit. Peter feels like he might choke.

“What are you doing?”

You lift higher but not enough to even see Peter’s nose. You see his pale skin and the sharpness of his jaw and you smooth a thumb over it.

“Just remembering that you’re human,” you muse quietly. “I’m sorry, I’m overstepping, aren’t I?”

“You’re fine.” Peter’s head is reeling. He quite literally forgets how to breathe. When did the two of you get so close to each other?

“I forgive you. Sorry for being a cunt.”

“You aren’t… that.” You chuckle in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

Peter swallows before he answers. He feels like he’s teetering on something where he has a higher chance of falling. There’s a pit in his stomach with your name on it.

“How I wanna kiss you,” he replies, his voice just above a whisper.

“Go ahead, Spidey.”

He puts a hand over your eyes, the other on his face to lift up his mask a little more. Slowly, he puts his lips on yours. Peter knows you can’t see his face, but he feels naked all the same. He’s nearly convinced you can hear how loud his heart is beating. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you sigh into his mouth. His thin lips are softer than you’d expected.

Your hand is clenching his thigh and you do everything in your power to not just climb into his lap. You’re on your knees in your bed lifting your head up to meet Peter’s lips, and he removes his hand from your eyes to cradle your cheeks. As if he’s read your mind, he pulls you towards him so that you’re on his lap straddling him.

A groan tickles its way out of Peter’s throat and it sounds like heaven to your ears. You open your eyes as he pulls away slowly and notices the tiniest cut on the corner of his mouth. You close your eyes again and kiss him there, then his jaw, then down his neck until the fabric of his suit prevents you from going lower. You’re reveling at the fact that you’re making Spiderman moan. How are you going to break this news to Michelle?

“Fuck,” Peter murmurs, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you breathless. Your hands are pawing at him now —you’re desperate to feel skin. Before you nearly get on top of him, Peter pulls away, making you whine.

“We can’t get carried away, baby,” he whispers.

“Why not?”

“It’s… it’s not safe for you.”

“I have condoms,” you grin. He laughs at your statement. It’s a high-pitched, boyish laugh. Where have you heard that before?

“You know what I mean.”

He runs his long fingers through your hair and you purr like a kitten. The fabric of his gloved hands makes it so your hair frizzes a bit, which makes Peter chuckle. You look adorable just like this, under your string lights in just a t-shirt with your hair wild.

It makes his heart ache once he realizes what he’s done. He doesn’t know how he’ll react to seeing you in school, in a setting under awful fluorescent lights, and in a group where you’re known as just his friend.

He’s also guilty because Liz kissed him at the party and he has no idea where that’s going, either. It’s not like he can date Liz and have Spiderman date you. Did he want to date Liz? Did he want to date you? He doesn’t know the answer to either of these questions, but at the moment, he’s absolutely smitten with you, and he realizes that he’s fucked either way.

“I think I should go,” the hero gulps.

“Can you at least stay with me until I fall asleep? Please?” you urge.

He sighs and nods. He might as well enjoy his moments with you, your head curled into his chest with his arms around you. He feels silly that he’s in a girl’s bed wearing his suit. It feels like a cheap costume to him right now. He feels like a fraud.

___

It’s three in the morning when you wake up. You don’t know what wakes you up. You were just having a lovely dream about being on a date with Spiderman, which ended right as you were about to lift his mask. Turning to your side, you see that Spiderman is still in your bed, fast asleep as you just were. The sight makes your heart beat faster.

How strange it was, to have a new crush on someone you disliked. On someone whose identity you didn’t even know, though, after the entire night, you feel like you had grown up with the boy next to you. It takes everything in you to not pry off his mask while he sleeps. You know he’d probably hate you for it and you’d never see him again.

Half an hour passes. Or is it an hour? Either way, you can’t get back to sleep, so naturally, you look at your Twitter feed and check your email and other mundane things on your phone. You finally check your texts, something you’re usually awful at, and chuckle at the texts from your group chat. Peter and Ned were gushing about something related to Dune, which you didn’t care about considering you weren’t a science fiction nerd like them. You hold down on MJ’s text mocking them to give it a heart.

Something vibrates. Your eyebrows furrow, looking for the source of it until your eyes settle on a black backpack near your window. You remembered being curious about the backpack when Spiderman was walking you home, but after swinging with him, your brain was a blur by the time you were vomiting. Carefully, you get out of bed and crawl on your carpeted floor so you don’t disturb Spiderman’s slumber. The front pocket is zipped open slightly, and an iPhone is illuminated. You take it out of its pocket and your eyes widen at what you see.

(Y/N) loved a message

Your mouth gapes open. You see your name on the screen, as well as about four texts from Aunt May. It hits you like a train.

Peter is Spiderman. Spiderman is Peter.

You turn around and look back at the masked vigilante. Peter Parker is asleep in my bed right now.

If you weren't wrecked with tiredness, maybe you’d freak out. Well, you are freaking out, but there was nothing you could do unless you felt like waking Peter up just to yell and interrogate him. Instead, you crawl back to bed and attempt to fall asleep, though you’re aching to take off Peter’s mask just to see his face for real. You fall asleep eventually with Peter stirring and wrapping an arm around you.

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Peter’s gone by the time you wake up. You contemplate texting him but you can’t. You ignore his texts about the physics homework, and the banter in your group chat, and MJ’s questions about whether or not you made it home safely. You don’t say anything to anyone for the rest of the weekend.

By the time Monday rolls around, you’ve still avoided Peter, but you manage to corner MJ privately.

Before she’s able to ask you what’s wrong, you interrupt her.

“I kissed Peter.”

“What?”

Your lips form a thin line.

“Dude, when? At the party? Or after?”

“After.”

“Holy shit. I thought he got with Liz!” MJ whispers, eyes wide. You bite your lower lip.

“I don’t know if he did or not,” you shrug. “I went home and I almost got mugged but Spiderman saved me and then he walked me home and then he stayed over and now I don’t hate him anymore I guess.”

MJ’s eyes are nearly bugging out of her skull with her forehead crinkling in confusion. Suddenly, her face relaxes but her pupils are still black and wide. You see the realization in her face. She knows. Do they all know?

“If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?” you ask earnestly. For once, MJ is an open book. Her face reeks of guilt in contrast to your begging eyes.

She opens her mouth as if to answer you but closes it. Conveniently, the bell rings.

“MJ, please.” You tug on her arm but she shakes her head.

“You should talk to Peter.” A beat passes and she walks away from you. You sigh in defeat and gather your books from your locker. In the mirror on your locker door, you see a familiar mop of brown hair. Peter watches you from afar with an expression you can’t put a name to. Before you can catch up to him, he slips away.

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mj: have you talked to Y/N today?

peter: no i havent

mj: ok

peter: why?

mj: nothing, just wondering

peter: she seems kind of out of it today. i feel like she’s avoiding me

peter: …is she avoiding me?

Peter’s in the darkness of his room, face illuminated by his phone screen. He watches an animated bubble at the bottom of his screen, which suddenly stops. He groans. Usually, MJ and he share everything, but now that you were in the mix, he can’t help but speculate that something was wrong.

He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows. But after last night, his heart’s been yearning for you and you wouldn’t bat an eye at him all day. Considering MJ confirmed your suspicions, you decide that school grounds weren’t the most appropriate place to confront Peter about his secret identity. You didn’t know where a good place was, or when a good time was, so you decided to avoid the ordeal completely. Maybe it was a one-time thing. You did watch Peter make out with Liz, and him making out with you was probably just a fluke because of how you’d just spent hours with one another. He didn’t actually like you. Boys are… boys.

You try not to let it get to you. Even when you notice Peter watching you in English class, to which you flash him a quick smile so that he doesn’t notice your somber demeanor. If you looked back at him for too long, you thought you might’ve cried.

You try to forget about the past twenty-four hours by putting on a random Netflix comedy, but it’s merely background noise to your extremely loud thoughts. You jump at the sound of knocking at your window, and when you peel back your curtains, your eyes widen at the sight of a familiar red and blue-suited figure. He waves at you lamely.

“Can I come in?”

You nod, lifting your window open.

“Hi,” you breathe. You try not to give away your grin. You’ve convinced yourself Peter doesn’t like you, nor does Spiderman, yet the sight in front of you makes your heart ecstatic.

“Hi.”

“Shouldn’t you be fighting bad guys or something?”

“You were more important.” Heat rises to your face. You don’t say anything.

“I feel like I’m putting you in danger just by being here but I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you,” he says softly.

“Me neither.”

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers and you beam at him, lifting his mask.

Delicately, you kiss him like your mouth is a butterfly landing on his flower of a mouth. He responds with a sweet sigh. It’s like Peter’s brain is short-circuited, glitching, a thousand tabs open in his mind with just you on every page.

He hums as you pull him closer, holding your cheeks until he feels dampness. Opening his eyes, he sees your face littered with tears.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His heart aches at the sight of you.

“I just feel like no matter what, this is going to end badly.” You don’t say this out loud. Instead, you smile sweetly at him, wiping your tears, and you lock lips again. Peter feels like he’s absorbing your pain. He pushes you towards your bed until you both fall onto it with him on top of you.

He kisses alongside your jaw and squeezes the flesh that’s right above your hip. He’s taking advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a crop top. His hands explore your love handles and the small of your back and the spot in between your underwear and your navel.

“Touch me, Peter,” you whisper. It doesn’t even register in your brain that you actually said that, but Peter hears it as clear as day.

“You called me Peter.”

You don’t know what to say. Your jaw is slack and he pulls away from you, instead sitting at the edge of your bed.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you stammer. Peter pulls his mask down over his mouth quickly.

“How did you know? Did.. did you know this whole time? And you hate Spiderman and… I don’t…” Peter struggles with things to say because of how off-guard he is. He didn’t know what he was doing. Hell, he was a teenage boy before he was a superhero. He didn’t know what this relationship with you was or how far he was going to let it go, but all he knew was that he wanted to be absorbed in you for however long you’d have him. Separate from his “real life”. Separate from Peter Parker, because God knows how your friendship would be affected.

“I-I didn’t know. Not until last night. We’re in the same group chat, you know,” you explain.

“Fuck, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to find out!” You wince at his raised voice.

“Why not? Doesn’t MJ know? And Ned? Why am I not supposed to know?” you argue.

“You hate Spiderman.”

Your face falls. It hits you that every time you’ve said something harshly negative about Spiderman, Peter was right there to hear it. It makes you sick to your stomach how you must’ve made him feel.

“I love Peter. So I love Spiderman, too. Or I can learn to. I promise.”

“You what?”

“I really like you, Peter.”

With that, Peter takes off his mask and looks at you with his melancholic brown eyes. He stares at you intensely before bridging the gap between you two again. He kisses you properly now like he means it, twirling a lock of your hair in his fingers, leaning into you closer and closer.

“Do you… pity… me?” you mumble in between kisses.

“Why would I?” Peter furrows his brows.

“You like Liz.” You feel pathetic. Everything happening was much too confusing for your brain to handle at the moment.

“I… I thought I liked Liz, but I think I was just in love with the idea of her. I’m pretty sure she kissed me to try to get over Harry Osborn, too. I like you. I didn’t know what to do about it because I feel like there was this weird tension between us and I didn’t know if it was romantic or sexual or negative.”

“Peter, why would it be negative?”

“You just hated Spiderman this whole time that I let myself believe that you hated Peter Parker in the back of your mind, too.”

You laugh and shake your head. You kiss him again passionately, nibbling his lower lip slightly.

“Peter, I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to hate you.”

Before he can answer, his words catch in your throat from being stuffed down with the sensation of your lips. His anxiety dissipates as he takes in the smell of your shampoo and the softness of your skin. He’d stay with you in your room forever if he could.

You didn’t think you’d ever warm up to Spiderman. You were plenty content letting him kiss you all over for the rest of the night — something you wouldn’t be able to fathom a week ago. You sigh at the feeling of Peter’s wet mouth on your neck. The two of you decide that forever can mean just for that night. Eventually, it becomes the next night, then the next, then the next. You never realized how much you actually love red and blue.

#peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot

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Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.

#once again. on phone so I’m sorry for funky formatting!! #anon #x reader #f!reader #x f!reader #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #Hanako #kou minamoto #headcanons #mitsuba sousuke #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #hanako kun x reader #Hanako x reader #kou minamoto x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #hanako headcanons #kou minamoto headcanons #mitsuba sousuke headcanons

[nobody7102]

I Don’t Hate You: Chapter 3

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker (Andrew) x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

A/N: and we have chapter 3! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

Chapter 2. Chapter 4

Main Master-List

Series Master-List

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Running water echoed through the top floor of the house as Y/N washed her face, grabbing a washcloth from the side table to dry her face, as she looked back into the mirror she saw Gwen leaning in the doorway. “Did you need something?” Y/N hummed.

“Nope just waiting to brush my teeth” she answered back, moving to the side Y/N motioned for Gwen to go ahead. Stepping forward, grabbing her toothbrush. She paused her routine turning to Y/N with a slight head tilt.

“Have you ever considered a new look?” Y/N glared a bit at Gwen as she turned to face her. “I mean, seriously” Gwen started “you could have some definite potential buried under all this…” She motioned to Y/N’s person “...hostility.”

Shaking her head, Y/N went back to focusing on herself, grabbing a moisturizer that rested on the counter. “I’m not hostile, I’m annoyed.”

“Ya know, why don’t you try being nice sometimes?” Gwen moved to grab the toothpaste, smearing it along the bristles “People wouldn’t know what to think.”

Y/N shook her head applying the moisture to her face “You forget.  I don’t care what people think.

Gwen nodded the toothbrush “Yes, you do” she chuckled, starting to brush her teeth.

Causing Y/N to shake her head once more. “No I don’t.” she hummed allowing silence to fill the bathroom for a few minutes before she spoke “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know.”

Finishing brushing her teeth, Gwen placed her toothbrush back into her holder “I happen to like being adored, thank you.” she leaned over grabbing a washcloth from herself, wetting it before going over her own face. 

Shaking her head, Y/N paused as her eyes focused on the necklace Gwen wore “Where’d you get the pearls?”

“They’re mom's,” Gwen hummed.

Furrowing her brows Y/N fully turned her body to face her younger sister “ And you’ve been what?... Hiding them for 3 years?” she huffed

Gwen shook her head, setting the washcloth down “No. Dad found them in a drawer last week.”

Y/N’s eyes widened “So you’re just gonna start wearing them now?”

Gwen turned to Y/N “It’s not like she’s coming back to claim them.” she turned back to the mirror, running her finger along the string “And besides, they look good on me.”

Letting out a scoff, Y/N turned away from Gwen leaving the bathroom, heading for the stairs.

Poking her head around the corner, Gwen yelled after Y/N “If you’re still going downtown, will you get me that Book from Louis?” 

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Pulling up to the storefront, Y/N rummaged around her car before grabbing her bag and dashing inside the shop looking around for the books she needed, and the one Gwen asked for. 

The trip inside took maybe ten minutes tops, maybe less but by the time she exited the store. There was Peter leaning against the hood on the driver's side. “Nice car, sweet vintage… take a lot to keep it in shape?” he asked with a smile.

“Are you following me?” she huffed crossing her arms “Because if you are, you should know that my dad is captain at the NYPD” 

Peter shook his head “Nope” popping the ‘p’ before he continued “I was just over at the laundromat when I saw your car” he motioned to the building across the street “Figured I’d come and say hi”

“Well, how charming” she paid no attention to him as she spoke. Making her way to open the driver door

He raised his brow at her “You’re not much of a talker are you?” 

“Depends on the topic.” she turned to put the book bag behind her seat “My car doesn't really whip me into a word vomit mood.”

Leaning against her open winder he smiled “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she looked at him confused “Most people are” he explained 

“Why should I be afraid?” 

He just nodded “Well, maybe you’re not afraid of me.” he smirked “But I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh?” he winked.

Y/N rolled her eyes “Am I that transparent?” she turned to him “I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby.” she said sarcastically moving her car out of park and into reverse. But just as she was about to pull out of the parking spot, a car pulled up right behind her blocking her exit.

“What the fuck?” she leaned out the window looking behind her, seeing Flash leave the car. “Last I checked its not national asshole day Thompson!” she yelled before motioning back to his car “Do you mind?!”

He smiled paying no attention to her “Not at all” he hummed walking into the store.

Groaning, Y/N paused and glanced between the car and the store before letting her foot off the break and stepping on the gas. Reversing into Flash's car.

Running out after hearing the commotion, Flash’s eyes widened seeing his car “YOU BITCH” he yelled,

Y/N hummed making an over dramatic sad face “Whoops” before it turned to a smile.

As Flash freaked out over his car, Peter watched with a smile on his face, laughing.

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“Whoops!” George yelled at Y/N who sat on the couch “Y/N I understand you disagree with a lot of people and that you don’t like a lot of people but my insurance does not cover PMS!” 

“Well, then tell them I had a seizure.” she looked over to George who was now covering his face as he paced.

“Is this about UCLA and MIT? Are you punishing me because I want you to stay close to home?”

Y/N crossed her arms “Aren’t you punishing me because mom left?”

George scoffed “You think you could leave her out of this?” he turned to her.

Y/N tilted her head slightly “Fine. Then stop making my decisions for me.”

“I’m your father, that's my right.” he crossed his arms right back.

Y/N shrugged “So what I want doesn't matter?”

“You're eighteen. You don't know what you want.” he motioned to her “And you won't know what you want until you're forty-five. And if you get it, you’ll be too old to use it.”

Y/N stood from her spot “I want to go to an West Coast school! I want you to trust me to make my own choices. And I want you to stop trying to control my life just because you can’t control yours!” she shouted 

“Yeah well I want-” George paused as his phone went off. Taking it out of his pocket he looked over it before pointing to Y/N “We’ll continue this later!” he walked off.

The front door slammed open as Gwen approached Y/N “Did you just maim Flash’s car?” she demanded.

Roiling her eyes she nodded “Yeah.  Looks like you’re gonna have to take the bus.” as she walked away

“Has the fact that you’re completely psycho managed to escape your attention?” Gwen yelled after her.

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The next day, walking up to Peter, slamming his locker door shut. Flash huffed “When I shell out fifty, I expect results Parker.”

Peter nodded as if to say ‘I know’ with wide eyes “Yeah, I'm on it.”

Flash pointed at Peter “Watching the bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date.” Poking his chest “If you don’t get any, I don’t get any. So let’s go get some.” he started to walk up before Peter called after him.

“I just upped my price,” he yelled. Causing Flash to turn,

“What?”

Peter crossed his arms “A hundred bucks a date…” he hummed “In advance.” he quickly added.

Flash shook his head “Forget it.”

“Forget her sister, then.” Peter deadpanned.

Thinking for a moment, Flash groaned pulling out his wallet handing over two fifties to Peter “You better hope you're as smooth as you think you are, Parker”

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Walking through the park, Ned and Harry nervously looked around for Peter. Pausing in his tracks Harry hit Ned on the chest before pointing over to where Peter stood taking photos of the settings around him.

Stopping a few feet away Harry shoved Ned towards Peter “Go”

Ned stopped, planting his feet in the ground before hitting Harry’s shoulder “You go!” He pushed Harry back a few steps. 

Groaning Harry nodded “Fine” as he walked over to Peter with Ned trailing behind. Upon approaching Peter his mouth opened but no words came out before he decided on his words “We know what you’re trying to do, with Y/N Stacy” causing Peter to turn to them, lowering his camera.

“Is that right?” he smirked “And what do you plan to do about it?” he hummed

Harry crossed his arms “Help you out.”

“And why’s that?” Peter cocked his brow.

Ned stepped forward “The situation is, my boy Harry here has a major bone for Gwen Stacy.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders “What is it with this chick? She have beer flavored tits, with cherry flavored nips”

“Hey!” Harry started for Peter but Ned placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Listen!” He started “I think I speak correctly when I say that Harry’s love is pure.” Ned placed a hand over his heart “Purer than say….. Flash Thompsons?”

Peter shook his head “Look, I'm in on this for the cash. Flash can stick it in whoever he wants”

Harry started to Peter again as Ned held him back “Okay, there will be no sticking anything in anything!”

Shoving Harry back Ned turned back to Peter “Peter… Pete… Let me explain something to you, we set this whole thing up so Harry can get the girl” he motioned to Harry. “Flash is just a pawn.”

Peter raised his brow “So you two are gonna help me tame the wild beast”

Ned grinned, nodded “We’ll do some research.  We’ll find out what she likes.  We are your guys.”

“And he means that in a strictly non-prison-movie type of way.” Harry added

Ned clapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder “Let’s start here.” He produced a flier “Now, Friday night. Johnny Jameson is having a party, it’s the perfect opportunity.” Ned hummed

“For?” Peter raised his brow.

Ned rolled his eyes “For you to take out Y/N.”

Peter just nodded, “I‘ll think about it.” walking away from them.

Turning to Ned, Harry took the flier from him “I saw this, I thought it was a wine and cheese party”

Ned nodded smirking “Oh it is” Harry furrowed his brows “Then ho-” he paused seeing Ned’s face “Ahhh” as realization hit him.

“Just a little payback to Johnny… This is gonna be some party” Ned chuckled.

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Standing next to Gwen’s locker, Flash held up two photos. “Now” he started “Which is better?” He showed Gwen two exact same photos, the only difference, the shirt in one was white and the shirt in the other was black.

Letting out a hum as she looked over the photos she bit the inside of her cheek before she spoke “Um, I think I like the white shirt better.”

Flash looked down at it nodding “Yeah… it’s more-”

“Pensive?” Gwen cut him off.

“Damn.  I was going for thoughtful…” he trailed off “It’s for the yearbook spread” gwen just nodded before Flash continued “So, you going to Johnny Jamesons thing Friday night?”

Gwen hummed, nodding “Yeah, I might.”

Flash smirked “Good, 'cause, you know, I'm not gonna bother if you won't be there.” he chuckled before walking off.

A dorky smile adorning her face, Gwen closed her locker before making her way to the library. Looking around for a few moments before spotting Harry she walked over taking her spot next to him. 

“So have you heard about Johnny Jameson’s party?” Harry started when Gwen sat down.

Gwen nodded scoffing “Yes. And I really, really, really wanna go, but I can't.” she crossed her arms leaning back into the chair “Not unless my sister goes.”

“Yeah I know.” Harry hummed “I'm workin' on that. But so far she’s not goin’ for my guy…. She's not a-” he started before Gwen interrupted 

“Nerd fan?  No. I found a picture of Jared Leto in her drawer once, so I'm pretty sure she's not a full lesbian…. She could be hiding possible bisexual tendencies though” she hummed.

Harry raised his eyebrow “Okay. So that's the kind of guy she likes? Pretty guys?”

Gwen shrugged “I don’t know. All I've ever heard her say is that she'd die before dating a guy that smokes.”

Harry nodded “Okay. All right. What else?”

Gwen’s eyes widened “You’re asking me to investigate the inner workings of my sister’s twisted mind?” She shook her head “I don’t think so.”

Harry sighed “Well nothing else has worked.”

Gwen thought for a moment “I think I know what we could do” she hummed. Leading Harry back to her house, she pulled him inside and up the stairs.

“Isn’t Y/N or your dad home?!” he looked around nervously.

Gwen shook her head bringing him into Y/N’s room “Dad works late tonight, and Y/N is at the library”

Ruffling through the papers on Y/N’s desk, Gwen handed a few loose sheets to Harry every once and a while. “Class schedule, reading list, date book…” she read as she handed pff the papers, “coffee receites, um….concert tickets.” She walked over to Y/N dresser pulling out a drawer. 

Looking over the papers in his hands Harry looked over to Gwen for a moment “Isn’t this a little…… a little too-”

“Do you wanna be able to go on a date with me Harry?” Gwen glanced over to him, watching as he nodded “Then this is necessary” she hummed before pulling something out from the dresser “Ah ha! Black panties!”

Harry raised his eyebrow “What does that tell us?”

“She wants to have sex some day, that’s what.” she looked over to Harry before putting the panties back.

“Well…” Harry started “She could just like the color…” he trailed off.

Gwen stared back at him, crossing her arms “You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.”

Harry just nodded pondering over the current question in his head out loud “Oh. So… uh… can I see your room?”

Gwen paused her actions looking down “No.” she hummed looking over to Harry as she set down the things in her hands “A girl’s room is very personal.”

Harry’s brows raised “oh”

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Walking up to the house, Ned and Harry looked between each other before Harry leaned forward knocking on the door. As they waited they heard rustling on the inside before the door opened, revealing Peter who leaned against the door frame with a beer in hand. “What?”

“Some insight into Y/N” Harry hummed as Ned leaned over to Peter,

“Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver?” Causing Peter’s eyes to widen as he looked at Ned.

“What!?”

“Nothing! Never mind!” Ned redirected Peter’s attention to Harry

Harry looked over a few sheets of paper that rested in his hands “One. She hates smokers, you don’t smoke do you?” 

Peter hummed “I smoke a little weed every now and then” he paused “Are you telling me I’m an over-all non-smoker?” “Just for right now” Ned reassured him.

“And there’s another problem.” Harry bit the inside of his cheek “Gwen said that Y/N likes… pretty guys.”

At this, Harry and Ned were met with a steady silence that lasted a few minutes till Peter finally spoke “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” he asked, a little offended.

“OH no, He's very pretty! You’re a gorgeous guy.” Ned was quick to jump.

Harry shrugged “I’m sorry, I didn’t know….wasn’t sure” he mumbled before handing the sheet of paper over to Peter pointing to one “Alright.  Okay -- Likes:  Thai food, feminist prose, and "angry, girl music of the indie-rock persuasion" He pointed to another sheet “Here’s a list of CDs that she has in her room.”

Quickly reading over the lists, Peter eyed Ned and Harry “So I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to some weird bands that I don’t know?”

The two nodded before Ned spoke “Have you ever been to The Black Cat Club? Because her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night.”

Peter immediately shook his head “I can’t be seen at The Black Cat Club, alright?”

“But she’ll be there. She’s got tickets.” Ned crossed his arms “Just assail your ears for one night.”

“She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps” Harry quickly added 

Ned nudged Peter with a wink “It couldn’t hurt right?!”

Rolling his eyes, Peter looked between the pair before sighing “Fine.” he spoke through his teeth.

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[luckyasfuck]

could’ve been with me instead of what’s her fucking name

pairing // dilf!katsuki x fem!reader, dilf!katsuki x his wife

warnings/themes // NSFW, dilf!katsuki, soft dom!katsuki, he’s still very mean tho :(, sub!reader, babysitter!reader, READER IS SMALLER THAN KATSUKI IN THIS FIC (by height), infidelity, size kink, praise, fingering (f!recieving), nipple play, bulging, slight mentions of infantilization, hints of hard dom!katsuki at the end

word count // 1.6k

requested by // anon

a/n // anon never said katsuki can’t be mean as fuck

sequel

it was dark. and pro-hero dynamight’s tongue was shoved down your throat. how you ended up in this position, you don’t know. the remaining thoughts you had became hazy as katsuki’s hand slithered up your shirt to cup your boob. he was supposed to be on a mission today and you convinced him you’ll take care of his twins for him since his wife had a late-night shift in the hospital. 

it’s been about 2 years since you became the pro-heroes sidekick. sometimes he’d stare at you with half-lidded vermillion eyes filled with lust, and you’d do the same. but none of you bothered to bring it up: the way you two eyed each other. katsuki fucked his hand one too many times every time he saw you wearing a skirt, and he’s pretty sure you’ve bent down one too many times as well to give him a peak of your lace panties. 

so it wasn’t shocking when instantly takes off his gauntlets when his wife walked out the door and got in her car. the couch you sat on was soft, the television’s volume was low, but you could still hear it. a pair of hands are suddenly placed on either side of you and you flinched slightly, head turning around by reflex. katsuki’s sculpted body and muscles towered over you, his face centimeters away from your with a proud smirk etched onto his handsome features. 

next thing you knew, he was between your legs, his body keeping them apart. he fans his hot breath over your face before diving in to give your tongue another taste of his mouth. he grinds his hard-on against your panties, the skirt you wore practically ripped off with your consent. the rough material of his hero costume rubs against your clit and you whimper, gripping his messy ash blonde hair. two of his meaty fingers grip your panties, pulling them aside and flicking them through your wet folds as you sucked on his tongue sloppily.

in a second, you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up, trying his best not to break the heated kiss. guilt swarmed in your stomach, or was it really guilt? maybe butterflies? there’s no time to figure it out, katsuki opens the master bedroom door and lays you down on the bed, pulling away to take your shirt and panties off. your bra is lifted up and unclipped, your nipples being toyed with by the pro-heroes mouth. his gaze on you is intense as he sucked on your right tit while playing the other one in between his fingers. 

an unoccupied hand goes to rub your clit, his pointer and ring finger spreading your pussy lips apart to push his middle finger in. throwing your head back, your hole flutter around his digit. his kisses go from your boob to your jaw, leaving a hot trail behind them. lips encaging yours again, katsuki moves his fingers at a fast pace making you throb. slowly, he adds another finger, scissoring them inside you as he tries to stretch your hole out so it can fit him. 

“you’re so tiny, taking my fingers so well. let’s hope you can take my cock just as good, hm?” katsuki hummed almost affectionately against your lips, picking up the pace of his fingers. “s-sir,” you choked out. “gonna cu-”

“call me katsuki.” his thumb rubs quick and sloppy circles on your clit and you come undone beneath him, cumming all over his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips and he pulls his digits out, licking them clean. “mhm, tastier than my wife.” a dark chuckle erupts from his throat as he went to kiss you, “you probably wouldn’t know, but i can assure you you’re much tastier.” the praise makes you whimper, your clit throbbing hard as he took off his hero costume before you.

the sight of his toned muscles makes you drool, but the large tent in his boxers makes you gulp. with a swift movement, his underwear is off and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. “that... that’s not gonna fit.” the size and girth intimidated you. nonetheless, your legs stayed spread out for him, practically begging him to shove his cock inside you without warning. “we’ll never know if we don’t try.” katsuki comments, getting back on top of you and using his pink tip leaking with pre-cum to tease your clit and poke your entrance. “do you want it, honey?”

calloused fingers run lovingly down your cheek as he stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer. with a small nod from you, he pushes his tip inside. you grip his shoulders and he cradles you in his arms, slowly pushing his cock further. the stretched burned and you throw your head back, letting out a small whimper of pain. the cock inside you stop moving for a moment, katsuki trailing kisses up and down your neck. “just a little more, baby.” he said, rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm your tense body down. breathing quickening, he pushes the last inch inside you, gazing at you to find any hints of discomfort. 

your head was lolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down the side in pleasure. instinctively, you grind your hips against him, silently asking him to move. and so he does, slowly rocking his hips with yours, cock reaching the deepest depths of your pussy. a hand is placed at the bottom of your stomach and you look over, seeing katsuki admiring the bulge that was forming around that spot. “this pretty pussy, just look at her. swallowing my cock down like a good girl even though she can barely fit it, hm?” 

“faster.” you panted out, and this sparks something in katsuki, hips grinding against you gradually going faster until he was pounding into you. the grip you have on his shoulders tighten as you clench around his sporadically, savoring in his grunts and occasional moans. a particularly loud moan erupts from your throat when he changes angles, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “shh now, honey. the twins might wake up and complain, they wouldn’t want to see their daddy cheating on mommy with the pretty and young babysitter, now would they?” katsuki spat out, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing in every whine and moan that escapes your lips.

his heavy balls slap against your ass, his unshaved stubble grinding against your clit oh-so-nicely. a hand is placed on your boob to feel it jiggle up and down harshly due to his hard and fast thrusts, the skin slapping and muffled moans prominently bouncing off the walls. in a second, you cum without warning. it just felt so good. it wasn’t right but it felt so. fucking. good. 

katsuki’s thrusts grow a little faster but more sloppier as he was near to cumming. he hides his face in your neck, moans uncontrollable. with one last hard thrust up your cunt, he paints your walls white with his cum. the room goes silent, soft panting filling it instead. the ash blonde buries his face in between your boobs, giving either of them a kiss before taking his cock out and lying beside you.

“i’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” katsuki promises, placing you on the guest room bed after he showered with you and got you a change of clothes from the bag you brought with you. he tucks you in as if you were his child, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to sleep.

[ timeskip ]

you couldn’t walk. it was the first thing you tried when you woke up, and you miserably failed. laughter boomed in the kitchen, but you didn’t bother. mrs. bakugou has gone back from her shift and is probably making breakfast. once you learned how to walk correctly again, you texted katsuki a good morning and the news about you not being able to walk. “come down for breakfast, hurry.” was all he replied.

with slightly wobbly legs, you walks downstairs and into the kitchen. the sight of mrs. bakugou perched up on the counter, nightdress hoisted up slightly with katsuki’s hand in between her thighs as they laughed together fumed you. “stop, she’s gonna see.” mrs. bakugou giggled, trying to push her husband away. “i don’t care.” he smirked.

oh so now he doesn’t care? okay then.

“excuse me? uh, sorry.” a nervous and awkward chuckle escapes your lips, waving to the married couple. mrs. bakugou is quick to push the blonde away from her, shoving his hand that was in between her legs away. “i’m so sorry, honey.” the older woman apologized to you, “um, would you like to stay for breakfast? oh wait, i’ll just get your pay.” she offered before quickly rushing upstairs to the bedroom. same bedroom her husband railed you in, and she doesn’t even know.

ignoring katsuki’s hard gaze on you, you sat down on the same couch you sat on last night, fixing your things. “eh? not giving me any attention now?” he approached you, showing up beside you unexpectedly. “what we did was a mistake mr. bakugou, i’m ju-”

“i told you to call me katsuki. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” the blonde smirked, lips growing closer to yours with every word until it fanned his hot breath on yours. you turn your head, “that’s absurd.” you let out a disappointed sigh that turns into a loud gasp when a harsh grip on your jaw forces you to look at him.

“if you want me to fucking destroy your little pussy in front of her, then you better start fucking begging before she comes back.”

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