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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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midnights, 4 * mv1

you’re woken up in the middle of the night in cold sweat and max’s name at the tip of your tongue

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: sad again :(

notes: i’m almost at 2k followers!!! i’ll be doing a sleepover event soon, so do look out for that!!!

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it feels so real, the way his hands are cupping your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing circles against the skin. “my darling.”

“max.” you come out in a whisper, your hands clutching onto his wrist. “don’t go.”

“i wouldn’t ever dare.”

wouldn’t ever dare.

that’s the words that woke you in a jolt, met by the darkness and stillness of your own bedroom. you stay in your position for a little bit, the weight on your chest making is slightly harder to breathe.

the effort to steady yourself is constant, but slow. there’s a tingling sensation where you think he last touched you, on your cheeks and by your neck. your lips are numb that you have to graze your fingers over it to make sure you’re really awake.

you exhale shakily, finally turning over to your side. you sigh and snuggle your face into the blanket. the picture frame of max kissing your cheek stands tall. it was his championship race from the 2022 season, right before he left the garage to start the race.

you couldn’t bear the thought of putting this one down. it had been a special moment with him, the thought of winning back to back championships seemed so silly in the beginning.

max doesn’t haunt your dreams often, even when you’d been pining for him. watching the championship sprint race wasn’t the best idea. you’d fallen asleep on the couch before it started and woke up with max’s face zoomed in on the screen.

it took everything in you not to send him a message, congratulating him on a win that was undisputedly his. every fibre of self control not to give him a call and ask him how everything has been.

you were curious yourself how the sprint had gone — you watched clips of him after the race looking drained. it almost brought you to his contact to call him, drowning him with questions laced with concern.

you wanted to be the one to press the cold towel to his forehead and essentially wipe him dry of his sweat.

you felt like a stranger to his life, and it’s killing you. you don’t know if he’s celebrating the championship with some other girl on his arm, sharing a tradition that only you two were aware of.

you can’t help but wonder if his champagne flavoured lips has been tasted by another woman and it makes your stomach churn at the thought of someone else having that luxury. a luxury that you seem to have dismissed too easily during your relationship.

but you realise it’s not really your problem, now that he’s just another ex-boyfriend; you’re just another ex-girlfriend.

your phone lights up on the nightstand, illuminating the picture frame. a small smile stretches your lips when you catch a glimpse of his lips smushed into your cheeks. not knowing what max is up to almost drives you crazy when you let it get to your head.

you now know nothing of the person you knew everything about.

it’s a bigger change than anyone cares to elaborate after a breakup. it’s a lot harder to deal with, but it’s something nobody ever talks about.

they tell you about the crippling pain of losing the love of your life and how empty the bed will feel without them. but nobody ever tells you how directionless and painful it will be when you feel yourself start to become a mere memory to them.

you slide your phone off your nightstand, reading the notifications that flooded your phone. you hadn’t expected anyone to be texting you so late, but you remember that half of the people you know are in another timezone.

danny ❧ not here for championship weekend? :( ❧ oh nevermind :/

the texts were 3 hours apart. you’re guessing that somewhere between those two messages, max had confessed about what happened.

alexandra ❧ did u text him?? ❧ it’s ok if u did…

but you still didn’t feel like talking to anybody. you drop the phone behind you and close your eyes.

a shaky breath passes your lips, max’s face flashing for a second — the face he makes when he’s across the room at a function and he spots you in the crowd unexpectedly. it’s very gentle and you can almost see the love oozing out of him when you’d caught it.

you open your eyes. you turn to your other side, now facing the empty half of your bed. you stretch your arm out and try to imagine the feeling of max next to you.

you try to remember what it felt like to be cuddled into his chest with his strong arm wrapped around your back. but it’s been so long since you’d been in such an intimate position with him, even before the relationship had come to its end.

sleep never came that night, the image of your love creeping up every single time you kept your eyes closed for too long. the sun had risen before you fell into a slumber, but max never left your mind even then.

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h0ney-mochi · 1 year

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Bro reader giving gamer scara some under the desk support ykyk

But imagine if he was in a call with other people so he had to be quiet and the reader has to remind him in a low whisper "be quiet, or unless you want everyone else to hear how much of a slur u are for me" :]

-🌺

Supporting him from under the desk! ♡

Streamer!Scaramouche x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (all characters mentioned here are streamers lol, gamer!scaramouche / streamer!scaramouche, oral sex (m!receiving) / blowjob, semi-public (?) well he is streaming and also in a call, soooo—)

A/n: AAAHHGGGHHHGG.... Agghg!! Nonnie you have me screaming adding fuel to the fire grrr... RAAAHHHHH I cannot speak

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

He was just having a chat, talking with his friends on call while all were streaming a game. They were talking about recent things that have happened, such as some streamers' face reveal, new game drops and Signora's usual fan meetings out in public.

Once that topic was over, Tartaglia mentioned something about his day, how he and Kokomi were once again arguing about Gorou in that creative block game. The conversation carried on, Scara starting to focus on a game that finished loading.

He didn't even hear you coming in the room. Just complete focus on the call, the stream and the game. That was until you appeared in between his legs. Under the desk.

He drinks his water, quickly glances at you and shakes his head. Maybe you're just there to bother him as usual, quoting him 'you're too clingy.' Good to know that he didn't think much of you, not really wondering why were you under the desk of all places. How did it not cross his mind?

Scaramouche turned his head away from the screen to find his water when he noticed you. Almost jumped out of the chair, but he quickly relaxed his surprised reaction, looking back at the bottle. You couldn't help but chuckle, hiding your mouth in your hand.

"..and so she wrote me this thing about 'Give me back my general' and whatever," Childe continues speaking while Scara returns to his stuff. "Did you give him to her?" He asks, glancing at the chat. There's a laugh from Signora, "You think he'd give Gorou back? He wants to annoy her, I doubt he would."

And so they continue speaking about Gorou, the pros and cons of giving him back.

You just stared at him. Waiting for the right moment to do what you wanted. Putting your hands on his thighs, you slowly move them. Scaramouche glares down at you, then continues to speak in their conversation.

Hah.

Once you're sure he's focusing on his things again, you move your hand up, fingers moving in his waistband. There's a stutter in his words, you heard it well. You look up at him with a grin.

Scara doesn't dare to look at you. Maybe you'll leave if he doesn't give you what you want. He keeps on speaking, you hear his friends' laughter. Mouse clicking on whatever is on the screen, you couldn't see it. Didn't matter anyways.

He tries his best to focus on his screen, the conversation, his stream, but when he feels your fingers starting to pull at his pants, he freezes.

There's a moment of silence, only the noise of his keyboard.

"Scara? You there?" Tartaglia speaks through the call, "I really need to know if I should fill her house with chickens."

Scaramouche shakes his head, sighing, "You're seriously going to go easy on her? Is that all you can do? Stupid." Slightly shifting in his seat, his eyes dart to his stream, checking it.

You pulled his pants down in that simple moment. Hands massaging his thighs, looking up at him with that 'innocent' look on your face. He'd usually love it, but not when you're under his desk, during a stream. He's keeping his cool though. Scara knows how to do it — especially with people watching.

Your hands continue to move on his legs, dragging your nails here and there, just touching his thighs.

Meanwhile he's making some progress on his game, commenting on it. The chat is zooming, mentioning the two people in the call as well. Yeah, he can keep his cool. Of course!

No, your touch is not affecting him! Not at all! He's streaming, he's keeping his co-

You pulled his boxers a little down, just enough to take his dick out. Letting your spit fall onto the head, you slowly move your hand down. A sharp inhale comes from above as he curses at Childe for still thinking of plans about ruining Kokomi's house.

Then you put him in your mouth, immediately going down, take more of him. His hand moves away from his mouse in an instant, going to grip your head, hold you in place.

He quickly glares down at you, mouthing a 'don't.' Scara takes his hand away and goes back to play the game, trying hard to ignore you, hoping you got his message and that you're not that dumb!

You did stay still for a second. Then you pulled your head back up, tongue trailing upwards to the tip again. His eyebrows furrow, cursing at the screen. You're seriously, like seriously gonna do this-?

Oh, fuck you.

...

All was going well. Scaramouche was able to keep his cool. Hiding some noises in curses from the game or the call, even in some water breaks. It made you almost impressed that he could get this far without slipping up! And even on stream!

You just sucked him off under the desk, hands on his thighs and eyes looking up at him from time to time, see what's up. Yes, he sometimes sent glares down at you, but overall all was good!

All was good, that is.

"Childe— Wait, where the fuck are you going? Did you forget we're going scarab hunting for you?" Scaramouche groans, tapping the keys, "I can also kick you out and leave you begging in other people's worlds."

"Don't-!" His friends' voice gets higher, "I really need them!" "Then- fuck, then don't be a bitch about it," he quickly speaks, biting his lips at the end.

You could hear more noise from his keyboard and mouse, probably because he was yet in another battle. Didn't stop you from swirling your tongue around the tip though.

His mouth was slightly agape, which is probably why you finally heard a noise very close to a moan. But he quickly spoke after it, eyes darting to the stream's chat, checking if anyone caught that. Seemed like his two friends didn't catch either.

He swallows, focusing back onto the screen. His character running around while his teammate, Childe, also in the call, followed him. Gosh, he shouldn't fuck anything up.

After a few more minutes, it gets worse. Harder. Scara can just feel some of his focus slipping away to the fact that yes, you're still sucking him off. Under his desk. During his stream. Also in a call.

And he's getting close, alright.

He blinks a few times. "You've marked-" He starts speaking, but shuts his eyes, feeling you take whole of him again, "You've marked the spots right? You should- be leading me, no?"

Conversation carries on like that. Is it getting hotter in here? Doubt.

When he feels you tapping on his thigh, he stops for a moment. He goes to take his water again, humming as a response to you, eyes quickly looking at you then back at the bottle.

You pull away from his cock, looking up at him. He exhales, trying to ignore that he is a little annoyed at you leaving. "Scara," you whisper, just enough for him to hear. He taps his fingers on his desk, waiting for your next words. "Be quiet." Is all you say.

You see him roll his eyes, mouthing 'I am.'

"..Unless you want others to hear how much of a slut you are?" You raise an eyebrow, kissing his thigh, "You want that?" His eyes are glued on his friend's character running after scarabs, swallowing again.

He shakes his head before going back to cursing at Childe, because that's the wrong fucking direction.

You smile and go back to wrapping your lips around him. Tongue trailing down his shaft, he's tensing up again, your touch on his thighs almost distracting him.

Scaramouche is back on track, finding the last few things for Childe, while Signora just came back from getting 'a much needed' drink as she said. "So, where are we?" She speaks, the sound of her sitting down.

"Getting stupid scarabs be- fuck, because he can't go into other people's worlds," Scara mumbles, rolling his eyes, "Take him away from me." Her laugh echoes through his headphones as he groans, of course from frustration.

Totally not because you're sucking on him harsher now.

He looks at his stream, reading some of the running messages. Welcoming back Signora, speaking of the awful time scarabs need. Good to know they haven't suspected anything.

Childe is speaking now, sort of annoyed, but with a hint of held back laughter. Trying to defend himself that it's not his fault that he forgot to prefarm for the hot electro man.

"I- fuck, I don't understand, you have two fucking sides," Scaramouche starts, clicking around the screen as you could tell from the noise of his mouse again, "You- you either prefarm way too early, or— fuck- you forget. Why is that, huh?"

"Even my stream is agreeing," Signora chuckles, obvious smirk, "Says a lot. Wait until he starts saying he needs help with the triangle.."

A nervous laugh from the other end, "I actually-" "I swear- shit, I swear to fuck- fucking GOD, Childe, if-" Scara speaks in frustration, yet he stops, swallowing down another incoming noise. "You okay? You sound weird‐" "Yeah, of course I'm okay! I'm annoyed at you, for fucks sake."

His hand moves away from his mouse, hand gripping the desk for a moment. Your words echo in his mind. Be quiet. It's as easy as that!

"Alright, I needed to know before I ask for the boss—" the moment Childe speaks those words, Signora starts laughing. Scaramouche hides his face in his hand, groaning, while the other goes down to grip your hair. His chat is spamming keysmashes and laughing emotes.

Biting down into the skin of his hand, he swears to whoever there is that no one is gonna pick up on the fact that his groans are not from frustration.

Well yeah, it is, but not from the game, his friends, the stream, whatever.

It's from you and your stupid lips around his dick.

Thank you for the idea and thank you for waiting for my response !

Not proofread, so apologies if any mistakes.

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sm-baby · 4 months

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Hi uh I’m obsessed with ur AU jajdjsjzkk and I while I was reading through every comic/silly doodles/loreeee ever I couldn’t read the last panel from the “Carnival AU meets Original” bit. I’m pretty sure it’s because my phone is old and I need to buy a new one lol cuz no one’s said anything about not being able to read it. I even tried to download it to see if the app is the issue (it’s not)

So uh anyway if u could could u possibly write down what they said? I’m sorry if that’s a hassle. U could zoom in it if u wanna but idk if that’d work

Keep up the good stuff btw. I’m looking forward to anything ab the AU honestly (except Jax. All my homies hate Jax)

hehe hello fellow jax hater 🤝 /LH

its totally cool, man! thanks for reaching out!

(photo on left)

OG Ragatha: I'm suprised to meet someone so kind in your world.

OG Ragatha: no offence

Carnival Ragatha: Oh honored!

(top right)

Carnival Ragatha: HOW DARE YOU

(bottom right)

Carnival Ragatha: I'm so sorry I worked so hard on that.

OG Ragatha: So you're a little off in the head, that's okay!

OG Ragatha: I'm not exactly the most stable either.

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sublimetragedychopshop · 1 year

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Isekai royalty manhwas/mangas/manhuas/etc. are missing out on the opportunities of a modern day MC who is the definition of too much confidence and luck. Oh shit MC was forced to attend a royal ball and attract the prince??? No prob! Just waltzes in there like they own the palace, talking to others and overall just having a good time. They KNOW they got plot armor and take FULL advantage of it (I mean like what’s dying a second time gonna do?? 🤷‍♀️)

Comes the time where the ML comes in and MC is half drunk and pulling the dumbest pick up lines known to man. “Hey was ur mom a baker?” “???- no she’s the qu-“ “cuz u got some nice buns..” *que the crickets*

“You father must have been a thief” “!!?? HOW DARE Y-“ “cuz he stole the stars and put them in ur eyes babygurl” *wink wonk* whole time the ML is just like 😐.

And the poor “villains” aren’t immune to MC’s rizz either. At this point it’s a damn harem. The only villains I see managing to actually do some damage are the non important ones. Like the abusive mother/father, the ex spouse, etc. Also reader needs to be a hoe a lil bit cuz I’m tired of them being embarrassed virgins all the time. Gimme chad MC who is like “Hey, I know we just got married and all that but if you want to take your time and don’t feel like your ready for sex it’s okay we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna.” And the ML is all like “I was about to say the same for you as well, but you are right I would like to take my time.” Zoom past a chapter or two and the ML is getting his ankles put behind his ears, getting his ass smacked, hair pulled, getting MILKED, passing out and tryna “run” from reader. (They have a safe word In place dw)

Royal guards come in at some point because it sounds like he’s getting murdered 👍.

Royal maids coming in a day later to see the demolished bed and ripped apart sheets, curtains, and pillows and “are thOSE F&KINH CLAW MARKS ON THE WALSS?!”:

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere shitpost #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere ramblings #yandere scenarios #yandere x willing reader #yande.re #this idea just popped up #come get y’all juice #fr tho is it just me or are the MC’s too nice sometimes???#chad mc #chad reader #Ima add some more later

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eightmakesonebraincell · 5 months

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i also can’t believe i never mentioned this but SPIDERMAN YUNHO IDEAS GO!!!!

— mafia

it's 5am and my head hurts and this is not proofread but here you go (wc 0.6k)

spiderman!yunho mostly swings around the neighbourhood helping out with trivial tasks

bc the area's honestly pretty safe most of the time

it's because of this, and you mostly keeping to yourself, that you don't really have much of an opinion about spiderman!yunho

you know he exists but that's pretty much it

one day you accidentally leave the front door open when you're taking your shopping in

and zoom

your dog goes running out

you're shrieking your head off trying to get your dog to stop

when someone suddenly scoops her up when she tries to run through their legs

it's spiderman!yunho who's handing you back your dog

you've lost one slipper during your run

and your hair is slipping out of its scrunchie

you're breathless bc you haven't ran in like six years

but yunho thinks you're kinda really cute

you thank him profusely

and when he tells you that it's his pleasure

wow

you kinda really like his voice

after that, you start to see him everywhere

he's helping the lil old ladies cross the road, hobbling along at a slow pace for them

he's shooting webs to help get soccer balls down that are stuck on the roof

he's scaling the side of buildings to rescue the cute kittens perched on the ledges

(if it's because yunho is starting to hang more around your neighbourhood in hopes of seeing you, then that's a secret)

you probably do something dumb again

like your bag breaks and all your apples roll out

or you walk into a pole bc you wanted to step on a leaf that looked crunchy

either way

spiderman!yunho appears whenever you're in need of help

so look

maybe you've developed a crush on him

(not to mention he packs a cake in his suit 😍)

(and his toned chest looks so Y U M M Y)

you don't dare to confess though

mans probably has like half the world as his fans

except

hohoho

said mans only cares about you

needless to say you're a little shocked when he asks you out on a date

yunho probably takes you swinging between buildings as a first date LOL

grins cheekily when you hug him tighter

he tries to impress you by showing you all the different ways he can use his webs

"i can grab that can of soda for you without getting up"

"i can get us to the twentieth floor in two seconds"

not that you need to be impressed

he gets so excited when you ask him questions about his spidey powers

he probably gets you to measure how far he can shoot a web

or how many he can shoot in a minute

bc the man makes everything a competition

even if it's just him beating his own personal best 🙄

definitely does that iconic first kiss hanging upside down

but he miscalculates his height and his lips are level with your chest

will say something like "this isn't so bad either" ;))))

but when he does do the hanging kiss properly and you're blushing

he probably lightens the mood by saying, "well, don't leave me hanging"

he's so silly and goofy

even when he finally confesses and asks to be your boyfriend

HAS to use a dumb pickup line

"i may be spiderman...but i'd rather be your man"

#loren answers #mafia anon #spiderman!yunho #yunho drabble

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delcakoo · 1 year

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idk if im late but SOFT HOURS ASJHDKJBFEIU I WANT SOME

jungwonie pls! you having online class w him (constantly asking u to make faces in zoom so he can screen shot it or smth)

or just a random school day routine w boyfriend!classmate! jungwon

i hope youre doing well bestie!! take care <33

AWWW THIS IS SO CUTEHDHD OFC!! MIMI BELOVED, I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING AS WELL take care n’ drink water dear <3

11:05AM — five minutes into your online class, and jungwon was already being what ms. lee would call ‘a disruption’.

while your other classmates were writing down the notes that your teacher demonstrated on the board, your boyfriend was busy making stupid faces into his camera for the sake of your entertainment.

you quickly tap on your laptop’s mute button before your burst into laughter, watching as jungwon smiles with only his top teeth, wiggling his brows mischievously, uncaring of the chance that any other classmate could take a screenshot of him at any moment.

“next, can someone give me a summary of page fourty one?” your teacher suddenly inquires with a piercing scan of the student’s screens.

you nervously look down in an attempt to look busy, only to hear the buzz of a notification coming right from your phone. you already know who it is, picking up the device with a chuckle.

wonnie 11:07am - i dare u to make a funny face the next time she looks away

you 11:07am - ok ez. just wair

wonnie 11:08am - i’m wairing

ignoring his dumb reply, you wait for the perfect moment where everyone looks back down and your teacher turns to the board to make the strangest face you can muster right into your camera. jungwon immediately tries to stifle his laughter, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he suddenly lifts his phone up. before you can process anything, he’s already snapped a picture of you.

you gasp in horror and betrayal, quickly grabbing your phone again.

you 11:13am - what the hell delete that right now you asswipe

it was too late, and as soon as jungwon reads your angry text, he can’t help but burst into a cackle.

the only problem was, he wasn’t muted.

everyone snaps their heads up in confusion, and the speed in which your teacher paces over to her computer is a new level terrifying.

“mr. yang, would you like to share with the class what exactly is so hilarious about my lesson?” the woman snaps, her wrinkle’s deepening as she frowns.

you snicker in pure evil and amusement, watching as jungwon gulps nervously, straightening his posture in front of his computer. “no miss, i’m-i’m so sorry for interuppting, it was nothing.”

“you better be,” ms. lee continues disapprovingly, “if this happens again, there wil be severe consequences, do you understand?”

“yes miss.”

as soon as she turns back around, you look right at jungwon through your camera, raising a big, mocking ‘L’ to your forehead.

in retaliation, he brings his phone to the screen, showing the ugly picture of you as his new lockscreen.

you aren’t sure who won this battle.

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soireegurl · 1 month

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can u pls write bully jungwon? i love ur works they're too addicting 🫶😭

Thanks for requesting 🫶🫶🫶 and thank you for liking my works💗

Sniffles and heavy breathing are echoeing throughout the classroom.

You were alone in the Janitor's room cry and wishing that someone will walk by and hear your calls.

You have been locked up for god knows how long.

It's already evening, almost everyone have left the school. Even those who haven't, they will just hang out in the cafeteria...

No one would ever come to the science block and no one will notice that someone have been locked up in the Janitor's room.

And this is all thanks you to your bully, Yang Jungwon...

You just transferred to this school about a week and eversince you transfer here, Jungwon have been bullying you.

From asking you to do his homework, randomly pulling your hair to pranks like locking you in rooms...

You always gave in to him because you didn't want more trouble for yourself.

But today, you had enough... You just want to get out of here, get out of this school, get away from Yang Jungwon.

Suddenly, you heard some noises outside... Sounds like someone humming to some songs.

You immediately stood up and started banging on the door and called for help.

"Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! I'm locked up and in the Janitor's room!"

You shouted as loud as you can so that the person can hear you. The humming stopped... You thought the person heard you. So you continued.

"Hello! I'm here! Please help me!"

You heard foot steps coming closer and closer.

Your eyes glistened with hope.

Are you finally gonna get out of here?

"Tak-da"

The sound of door unlocking was heard, the next second, the door was opened.

You smiled widely at the fact that you are finally out of here.

But, when you saw the person standing infront of you, your smile dropped.

"Tsk tsk... What is this attitude? I saved you... And now you are giving me a black face?"

The culprit is none other than Yang Jungwon...

"Thank you but I should go now."

You said coldly and tried to sneak away from him but ofcourse he is not gonna let you go.

He grabbed you by your arm and turned your around.

"Yah... Do you have a death wish? How dare you talk to me like this?"

Jungwon's tone was arrogant.

"Let go! I'm done with you Yang Jungwon!"

You shouted and yank your hands away from him.

"You were the one who locked me up here! Am I supposed to thank you for that?!"

You were really mad. How can he act like that greatest person on earth when he did all those things to you?

Shameless...

"Are you shouting at me now? Yah... Do you know who I am?"

Jungwon was taken aback by your sudden change of attitude.

"I don't know and I don't want to know! I will leave the school and get away from you!"

You stomped away from him but he quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by your arm.

"Yah! I dare you to say that again!"

Jungwon said in a deep and raspy voice.

"For what? I don't have time to waste on you! Let go!"

You tried to free yourself, but Jungwon's grip just gets tighter and tighter.

"I said... Repeat..."

Jungwon's voice was low and dangerous. It sent shivers down your spine.

"I said, I'm gonna leave the school and get away from you! So now let me go!"

You were too focused on trying to free yourself that you didn't notice the change in Jungwon's aura.

His eyes slowly turned red and his veins were popping out of his neck.

"No... You are not..."

"What?"

"I said you are not leaving me! You hear me?!"

Jungwon suddenly raised his voice which cauhht you off guard. And you flinched at the sudden loud voice.

"The hell? You are too much Yang Jungwon... You don't have the right to control-"

You words were cut off but the lips that was placed on yours.

Your eyes widen at the face that was zoomed in and the weird feeling that was on your lips.

You quickly reacted and pushed Jungwon away from you.

"What the hell? Are you crazy?"

You were genuinely shocked. Did he just... Just kissed you?

"Yes, I am... So keep that in mind... Don't disobey me... Or else... I'm not sure what I will do..."

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen story #enhypen fic #enhypen yandere #soireegurl #yandere #enhypen jungwon #yandere jungwon #jungwon enhypen #yang jungwon #jungwon

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saintmeghanmarkle · 17 days

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What Just Happened? Harry openly hitting on Nacho in front of the press? by u/AM_Rike

What Just Happened? Harry openly hitting on Nacho in front of the press? Please tell me I’m not the only person who noticed this? I’m so creeped out after seeing this. This is the footage of Nacho & Delfina with Harry & Meghan lining up for the press pics. Meghan decides the ladies should be in the middle. This is where it starts getting creepy. Nacho, naturally, puts his left arm around Delfina’s shoulder. Delfina and Meghan put their arms around each other’s waists (normal when you’re squishing in together). Harry puts his right arm around Meghan’s shoulder. All normal. Then the creep-o-meter starts screeching off the charts as Harry lifts his hand off of Meghan’s shoulder and starts tenderly caressing Nacho’s hand. Not patting or pushing, but deliberate, slow, caressing-caressing.I‘ve seen this at work before when married staffers started having secret affairs. THIS was the same style of covert hand or knee or thigh caressing that these people engage in to be naughty when they think no one is watching, in a situation where they shouldn’t be doing this. I saw other pics of the foursome and it’s not visible from those angles, but it is in this particular video. It’s the thrill of being secretive but in plain sight. Delfina’s arm/elbow is still visibly around Meghan’s waist so she’s not pulling a contortionist move reaching up backwards to caress her husband’s hand. No. This is Harry. Slow down the YouTube speed to .25, if you dare. You can better see Harry leaning his head back checking to be sure that it’s Nacho’s hand. Then this cringey, pervy smile creeps across Harry’s face as he leans his head slightly forward to smile directly at Nacho while Harry is rubbing away at Nacho’s hand. Aaaack! This is not normal guy stuff. Notice the videographer somewhat zooms in on what Harry is doing. It appears he noticed this as well. Who knows? With Delfina and Meghan openly holding hands at the Cup, perhaps this is not such a secret from the wives. When you pair this with other moments of loving embraces on the polo fields that are too long and too intimate, this isn’t some silly playing of patty fingers like you’re in Kindergarten. Heebie jeebies galore guys. https://youtube.com/watch?v=tUqSFgcBld8&si=tokUKSySLcv5djai Please let me know if you see what I did? I am not a homophobe. I just know how covert cheaters behave when together in public, especially where alcohol is present. It’s inescapable from this angle. post link: https://ift.tt/rfdVZuS author: AM_Rike submitted: April 13, 2024 at 11:30AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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itsyagurlchip · 22 days

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٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)

✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?

✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾‍♀️.

On the news Katie Killjoy announced:

"Welcome back to the news!!"

"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.

"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.

"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.

The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.

"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.

"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!

"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.

And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,

'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,

"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!

The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?

I save dick by giving it cpr~

let's watch-

HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!

*POW POW POW*

Dear Satan? is that-!?

*more gun sounds*

Unholy cow, it is!!!

"(Y/N)???!?!"

The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.

"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.

"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.

"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.

"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"

*BOW BOW BOW*

The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.

"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"

"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*

"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.

"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.

It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.

"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.

so that's where he was hiding. huh.

"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.

"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.

"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.

"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.

bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.

A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.

Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???

And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.

Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!

Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و tags: @kittykittyanon @radicallxser @oleander-nin @towomatos @thealphagirl @ziipzeepzop-eez @amorvincitomnia-14 @spongejuice.if you would like to be added, check my blog.

#yagurlchip❤️#yagurl writes #aro/ace reader #crack #reader insert #moxxie #blitzo #helluva boss #hellaverse #not really an x reader #wanna experiment a lil #very much crack #aren't you tired of being nice?#don't you just want to go apeshit #*cries in reader has minecraft creative mode*

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year

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Feel like they need to realize that if they literally, hands tied behind their backs, cannot do something for rural queers in red states - then the “do something” thing doesn’t apply to them. I feel like a lot of “how dare you expect me to xyz when I’m abc” sentiments come from this “they must be accusing ME” which 1- maybe reflect on why you’re taking it so personally if it’s addressed to a specific type of person being criticized. But 2- if you legitimately cannot help, and a lot of us can’t in this particular set of anxieties these days, then you are not the one it’s talking about when they say “help”.

And help is literally case to case, you cannot make a post listing every single disclaimer for what you expect from others based on xyz. What can you give? If you cannot give your voting, your money, your couch, what can you? If your advice of “just move” isn’t helpful, is that All you have before you hit condescension? I cannot help my best friend with the racism and white supremacy in their (blue state) city cause I am literally across the country from them. I can’t zoom there to go to protests or watch their kid or make them dinner.

What I CAN do is watch movies with them when they want to hang out. I can boost their posts. I can text them to make sure they’re still alive and send them memes and ask how they are. Honestly, sometimes when you’re in the shit and can’t help another person in the shit, all you can do is be a friend to them. and sometimes you don’t mesh so if not them, someone else. Extending a hand isn’t always material. Like shit, man, if you can’t do the material shit, maybe just offer to stream a movie on discord or play viddy game. Ask about their pets. Communities have survived material bullshit before with bonds. Humans are pack animals. But condescension being the tool you use when your advice isn’t applicable isn’t community aid. It’s just disrespectful. If you don’t like the sentiment or if the sentiment isn’t true for you, then maybe the post isn’t for you.

FUCKING THANK U JESUS CHRIST.

#ask avishai

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sungbeam · 2 years

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DUCKIE !! I ZOOMED WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN !! i am so in love with your works i stopped my 3 am crying sesh for this ( kinda tmi but that’s ok … ! )

anyway! i’d like some … badboy!huang renjun + “who did this to you?!” trope wherein reader is a mess from some mean bullies at school for dating the popular huang renjun >:( + hurt/comfort !

i know the prompt isn’t in your prompt list and you can totally ignore me if you don’t take anything from your prompt lists :__D

I WISH YOU’RE DOING WELL DUCKIE !!! I LOFE U SO MUCH !! ><

𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁

bad boy!bf!huang renjun x gn!reader

1.2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: mention of bullying, wounds

a/n: ahhh hi niki !!! tysm for ur request, i hope ur doing okay and that mayhaps this will comfort u a little bit :( <3 I LOFE U TOO HEHE

You hissed, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted in pain as the rubbing alcohol seeped into the open wound. It was an angry red gash slashed into the meat of your cheek, running from cheekbone to jaw line. But it was the worst out of the physical evidence, and to be completely honest, the most damage was to your emotional stability. If you even had any left after this.

Gingerly, you pressed the pads of your fingers against the opening, wincing again at the sting it provided. It kept you awake; after all that happened this afternoon, you wanted to fall asleep on your bed and never wake up.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been blowing up for the past thirty minutes with your friends and your boyfriend spamming you with worried calls and texts. Every memory of what you were supposed to do today had flown out the window as soon as the innate fear settled in when you'd stepped into that classroom and heard the door lock behind you.

Everything had been a blur after that—

Your eyes shuddered at the memory and your breath was shaky.

You dropped another bloody cotton pad into the sink, opting to deal with the mess later. Otherwise, you canvassed your form in the mirror: flushed and scarred cheek, hair yanked from its roots until your skull pounded, scratches on your arms to match the bruises on your knees. You braced your hands on the sink and stared at yourself in the eyes, lip trembling, willing yourself to stand up to someone—even to yourself. To be enough for someone, anyone.

A bang! shook the entire house as the front door slammed shut downstairs. "Yn? Ynie! Are you here, sweetheart?"

Panic.

Heart leaping into your throat—you were trying to breathe and crush your quaking hands into submission. You slammed your body against the bathroom door, fingers swiftly clicking the lock into place.

You could do this. You could get away with this. Right?

Footsteps could be heard approaching your room from the stairwell, before entering the bedroom and spotting the closed bathroom door. A small sigh from the other side. "Yn-ah, you gave us a big scare. Are you okay?"

You backed away from the door slowly, hands cupped around your mouth to control your breathing. Why were you suddenly afraid? Huang Renjun would not dare touch a hair on your head, but still, you feared what might happen if he saw your current state.

There was a reason why the girls at school fawned over him. They had fallen for the idea of his "bad boy" aesthetic, the motorcycles and leather jackets and smirks. You were lucky—yeah, you were lucky.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, finally. "I'm… I'm okay."

"Do you need ibuprofen? A heat pad or hot tea maybe?"

You lowered yourself onto the ledge of the bathtub. "No, no. I'm okay, thank you." You swallowed. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry that I didn't let you guys know where I—" Oh god, you couldn't do this. You felt like keeling over. Did you even deserve him? "—I was."

A small thump. Renjun leaned his ear against the door. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?" A try at the doorknob, the silver rattled but didn't budge. "I—"

"No," you forced from your lips, perhaps too firmly.

Quiet.

"Just… just…" Your voice fizzled out until you were sure your throat was closing up on you. "Jun, I—I can't…" A tear slipped into the scratch on your cheek and you almost whimpered at how badly it hurt.

"Yn," he murmured softly, "please let me in."

"You're gonna be mad—"

"I couldn't be mad; not at you." Renjun's mind raced with the possibilities, and unfortunately, they were endless. "Sweetie, please. Let me help you, okay?"

It was a few moments later that the door finally cracked open a sliver, and Renjun pushed himself off of it. He didn't know what he had braced himself for, but the image of your scarred cheek and watery eyes filled with fear was worse than he could've ever cooked up in his imagination.

He let you open the door for him, before stepping forward, carefully and slowly. He cupped your face in his hands, thumb ghosting over the red. There was a sort of crimson colored rage bubbling in his blood and gushing through his veins, the kind of adrenaline that made him want to blame someone.

"Who did this to you?" Sliced through the silence that had you holding your breath.

"It's not important," you said, so quietly he barely heard you.

He shook his head. "Of course, it's important—"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Renjun snapped out of that crimson-tinted lens and focused on the present—you, who was more important than whoever had done this to you. He would deal with that later once he'd made sure you were properly taken care of.

"That's okay," he whispered. "What can I do to help you, hm? Want me to clean you up?"

You nodded, bottom lip trembling so bad. "Just—just want you."

Renjun's heart palpitated in his chest and he cupped the back of your head to press you against his chest. "Oh, baby," he cooed softly, delicately. "I love you so much, my love. You've been so strong, hm."

He slowly rocked you in his hold like a soothing slow dance. You clung so tightly to him, fists clenching the fabric of his jacket as your body shook with quiet sobs.

He just wanted to make you feel safe again; your bullies be damned.

Renjun helped you to sit on the ledge of your counter while he stood between your legs to patch you up. Once the scratches and bruises were dealt with, he gently pulled your hair out of its braid and combed a hand through the locks. His touch was always delicate, always thoughtful.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you later when he had tucked you under the covers of your bed with him. Your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, one of his arms draped around your waist and the other holding your hand.

You made a small noise of acknowledgement. Your good cheek was smooshed against his chest, nose inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne. "Mm… I love you, too, Jun. Thank you."

He smiled. "For what?"

"For coming to find me," you mumbled.

Your eyes were closed now and he suspected you were on the cusp of sleep. He smoothed a hand over your hair. "I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?"

You hummed. "Do you ever feel like what they say is true though?" Your mind was a little loopy from drowsiness, but you felt him tense.

Renjun sighed above you. "Honestly? Sometimes. But only because I wonder how someone as incredible as you would ever lower your standards—"

"I would never lower my standards, Huang Renjun," you cut in, then smiled up at him, shifting. "You managed to pass the bar."

He grinned down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Mm, is that so?"

"Only by a little though."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they're right. We're not perfect, but we can be perfect for each other." He tapped the tip of your nose, cringing. "That was the corniest thing I have ever said."

You giggled, and the sound made butterflies arouse in his stomach. He hoped he could always make you sound like that. "As long as you don't get cornier."

"Then what? I go back under the bar?"

"Yeah." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "But don't worry; you have a bit of leeway."

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bbwithaknife · 1 year

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Lessons in Calligraphy Part Two: Cross Your T's (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader)

Hello hello and happy holidays. Today I gift you part two of my Adrian x Reader fic. It's my first smut too. It's not good, but listen I wrote it and my goal was to finish it and I did, so I feel pretty accomplished. My writing is incredibly rusty and forced but I'm proud I combatted my depression and said "fuck you I'm gonna do it anyway." <3 as always feedback is appreciated but please be nice as I am sensitive.

Warnings: Minors DNI. Explicit content. Please note reader goes by she/her, has a vagina and breasts. If I am missing anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 3k+

Part One

To say the car ride home wasn’t strange would be a lie. Before you had joined the team you were already pretty familiar with Evergreen, living just on the edge but still within the city limits. Adrian had made the comment that he knew the town like the back of his hand, never once leaving it. He recalled an incident involving a 7/11 and “some dead guys here and there” being the last time he’d been in your neck of the woods. His footprint of life was the complete opposite of you, moving outside of your hick countryside community as soon as you had the chance and headed straight for Gotham. And clearly, Gotham didn’t last very long and you landed in a mirror of a town you used to call home.

You looked out the window of the “Vigilante Mobile” to admire the way the street lights shined down onto the asphalt below as you zoomed past, the yellow glow like millions of electrical lightning bugs. Adrian was doing the speed limit of course. It had rained momentarily, just a small dusting of rain as you made your way to your destination. The droplets of water stuck to the window and dissipated as you rolled it down. You stuck your hand out and rode the wind. The scent of fresh rainfall hit your nose, a comforting experience.

He stayed silent for a few more minutes until the car reached the first stop sign. You made a mental note to inform Adrian that brakes shouldn’t grind like that.

“If I guess why you like me, will you tell me?” If he turned on the car’s interior light (if it even worked in this old hunk of junk) he might see the pink across your cheeks. But knowing Adrian, he wouldn’t dare turn the light on while driving. “That’s illegal” he would say, even though it’s just one of those things parents say. The car pulled forward and was back on the move.

“Fine.” You rolled the window back up and took a deep breath.

“Is it because of how cool I was with that scimitar a few days ago?”

“No.”

His hands tapped against the steering wheel, thrumming a beat. “Oh! It’s because I’m all caught up with Fargo now.”

“No.”

“Uh, you appreciate the friendship P and I share and commend us for escaping toxic masculinity and embracing our sexuality?”

You have to stifle a laugh, you know he’s being serious. “No.”

He could go on asking questions for hours if you let him. He would probably drive around aimlessly with no “Point A to Point B” in mind if you hadn’t told him he’d passed your house.

“Shit, sorry.” He mutters. A full stop and legal u-turn later, you arrived. Fishing your keys out of your pockets as you exit, the chirp of the car’s horn signalled it was locked could be heard right after your heels hit the pavement. Adrian was still playing guessing games on the way to the door.

“You appreciate a hard-working busboy!” He sounded so matter of fact. You could feel his presence behind you, hell if you took a step back you’d be pressed against him, back to front. You moved to turn the key, but he was still going. “I mean, I guess maybe it should be busman. I’m 30. No one really considers a 30-year-old a boy, right? I mean, sure I’ve got a bit of a babyface -“

“It’s everything, I guess.” You can’t hide the bashfulness in your voice. You were hoping the creek from the door hinges would hide it when you finally push the damn thing open, ushering him inside. Sure it was dark out, but this was Evergreen; neighbours are nothing but nosey. How would you explain to Beverly you were ushering a wanted criminal accused of multiple murders into your little bungalow? Was he here for a game of Bridge?

The moment you closed the door and lock it behind you, turning to meet his gaze, he’s on you like a bear to a beehive. Teeth clashed before lips met in a devouring kiss. Your keys fall to the floor clattering on the tiles below. He’s crowding you now, with your back against the door and a large hand gripping your ass.

He breaks the kiss briefly to meet your eyes with a confidence you’ve never seen from any man. He’s just looking at you and you can feel a build in your core like back in the office. It only makes you turn red.

You barely have time to register his hungry gaze before his lips meet yours again, this time with a hint of tenderness. You’d bet top dollar you were as red as a fire truck.

A rouge hand was slipping under the fabric of your shirt. The action hitched it up, the naked skin of your back making contact with the cool metal door behind you had you arching into Adrian. The chain of events had him moaning, a sound you felt you couldn’t get enough of. The friction of his leather gloves became absent for a moment that felt too much like forever but your suffering paid off when bare hands took their place. Rough to some, his touch felt like silk to you.

Adrian had no patience to even attempt unclasping your bra. Rather he slipped his thumb underneath the painful wire and pushed swiftly up. Your breasts were barely exposed to the air when he took a nipple into his mouth, tongue hot and wet and incredibly overwhelming. The strangled and startled moan you released in response had him reeling back almost as fast as the Flash himself.

“Fuck, sorry - sorry, I should have asked first.” You could tell Adrian was trying his damndest to at least attempt to look you in the face, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your breasts, both nipples now pebbled from the exposure.

“No-” you started. Christ, you sounded as if you’d just run a marathon, desperate for water. Thirst too strong for anything else to be your main focus. “No, Adrian- please, you can- you can do whatever.”

Oh, the expression on his face. He was going to destroy you.

Lips drag along the valley of your breasts and fingertips trail behind until his palm was centre with your nipple like an arrow to a bullseye. And his grip, Christ the man could squeeze.

The sound you made in response was downright embarrassing. You brought your hands to your face, shaking your head.

Smooth move, nimrod!

It didn’t seem to phase. Hell, if anything your noises were riling him up.

Large, wandering hands slowly creep their way south.

You begin to strip your blouse and bra, properly despite the unsteady hands. As you undo each button, teeth graze into the flesh of the start of your hips. He’s tugging desperately at the sides of your bottoms.

Adrian Chase has seemingly forgotten the invention of buttons and zippers. Trembling fingertips reach down to assist and in seconds goose pimples prickle the skin of your legs. All of your garments had now pooled around your legs. Quick fingers had sunk into the band of your cotton panties taking them down in a quick pull.

What happened next, however brief was definitely going to be something you’d replay over and over; he takes your foot, carefully caressing as if he's about to place the glass slipper on in reverse as he helps you free yourself completely, allowing for your legs to spread as wide as either of you wanted.

“Please” He breathes your name, face so close threatening to plunge in.

“I meant what I said, Adrian. Whatever you- oh God!”

Adrian pulled away and you whined like a spoiled brat not getting their way at check out. It echoed through the entryway.

“Sorry, fuck I just -” He spread you open like he’s inspecting, potentially even committing to memory. “You just have such a pretty fucking pussy” His voice is deep, dark, husky, and hot. Too fucking hot.

He doesn't even offer you a chance to respond before he dives in again. Tongue slowly starting from bottom to top, always taking a precious few extra seconds at your clit. A repetitive pattern, a technique perfected. Maybe you were a bit biased, considering the donor but you’d never felt so aroused in your life.

“Oh, fuck. M’so close . . .” you trail off, as a thick finger (or fingers; you honestly can’t tell at this point) enter you. You feel full and can only imagine how he will feel once he’s fully truly inside you. You didn't believe Chris for shit - thimble my ass. Something in the way Adrian carried himself, especially in the Vigilante suit, gave you “Big Dick Energy” vibes.

Adrian Chase, apparently Olympian of Pussy Eating, seems to be aiming for gold as lips suction themselves to your clitoris. At this moment, time moves slowly and words come out that even a scholar wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

A couple things come to mind as you reach your peak.

Should I be taking what he says at face value? How the fuck did Chris take that photo and send it in the first place?

Regardless, you thought, I’m grateful.

Fingers dig into his curls as you grind yourself on his pretty fucking face. Adrian doesn’t seem to mind. Rather, he is encouraging the behaviour as he palms your ass and pulls you closer.

You cry out, your body reacting to the overstimulation before you can form words like “too much” but it doesn’t stop him. In the field, Adrian is ruthless and relentless. You should have expected that would carry over in the sheets.

With the strength you can muster, you pull him away by the hair harshly. Eyes that should be green look black staring back at you, pupils dilated like silver dollars. His mouth and chin gleam with your slick. Adrian makes no attempt to wipe your essence away. His toned chest heaves.

You want to leave marks on his throat. Leave a trail of kisses from his collarbone to the “V” of his torso. You desperately want to articulate every single detail of feeling you’re experiencing to him so he knows, knows how good he is. But your legs are jello and your mind is fuzzy and all you can do at this point is try and catch your breath.

You finally find the courage to look down and meet his gaze. Adrian looks up to you like you’re some famous painting from the Louvre.

He stands up and steadies you. Kevlar rough against your naked skin, you can’t help but notice how unfair the situation is. Legs wrap around him instinctively as he picks you up. Nustling into his neck as he showed off his strength, he says “Let’s get to the bedroom.” Adrian double checks the lock and takes a few steps forward before freezing.

“Where is the bedroom?”

“Third door on the left.” You kiss into his neck, dead set on finding his sweet spot.

The surprise of being thrown on the bed is made known to the whole neighbourhood when you let out a horrifying shriek into the comfy mattress, pillows, and blankets below. Comfort and plush was very important to you. You sit up abruptly as Adrian begins to strip. You can’t help but appreciate his physique and take in his figure. Toned and tight you resisted the urge to lick him from top to bottom.

He brings you back down to earth when he asks for a condom.

This was really happening.

“Bedside drawer.”

Adrian slides the latex onto his length, pumping himself twice. His dark eyes look to you for consent. You lay back down and spread your legs. He climbs on top of you slowly, a position the two of you had been in before, but not like this. It was playful sparring and he had swept you off your feet, quite literally, with a powerful kick. You fell back on the mat hard and straight on your ass. Adrian pounced on you before you even had time to register the action. Faces only inches apart, your face flushed and you tapped out.

Oh, the number of times you touched yourself to that moment alone.

This time was different because this time was real. And you were both naked.

“You good?” He asks, snapping you out of your way back machine.

“Yeah, just … fuck I’ve thought about this for a while.” You reach down to stroke him and gauge if he’ll even fit. He releases an inhuman moan, starved for more.

“Same . . .”

He gingerly slides his cock against your dripping folds trying to hold himself back. Tease you. Convince himself he’s not drunk off the site of you and still in control.

When he enters you it’s a white-hot sensation. It’s the stretch and depth combination that has you crying out and arching your back again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His forehead presses against yours and the sounds he lets out? It’s fucking music to your ears. He slides a hand down to press his thumb against your clitoris, urging you to chase another high.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight.” Adrian admits he’s been thinking of you and you can’t help but clench. He groans like you’re killing him slowly.

“I . . . I knew you weren’t a Thimble.”

He grips your hips tight and grinds into you with the pressure of an ACME anvil falling onto you almost involuntarily. You want to feed his ego until you breathe your last breath. Such a simp.

“Sh-shut up don’t say that.” He pants. “You’ll make me cum.”

“Okay, s-sorry.”

The pace he thrusts is relentlessly slow and cautious. You want it rough eventually, you do, but you want to savor this tender moment. Your gut tells you it’s rare.

It’s only a few more circles on your clit before the coil inside snaps again with the force of a thousand suns. Adrian’s response to your orgasm has you convinced it brought him more pleasure than you. He picks up his pace and buries his face in your neck. You want him to stay there so you play with the curls at the nape of his neck and that REALLY gets him going.

You can tell Adrian is not far behind you from the grunting.

He shudders out a “fuck” and stills.

He remains inside when he releases himself into the condom and collapses on top of you. He was now your favourite type of weighted blanket.

“Fuck, that was good.” He slurs sleepily and lazily rolls you over so you rested on his chest, his member remaining sheathed inside. The best sword in the fucking stone.

You hum in agreement and snuggle into him, drifting softly asleep.

It’s not the early morning that wakes you. And it’s not the hunk of a man underneath you either.

It’s the cries of an Eagle mere inches from your face and flapping its wings.

You cry out and fall off the bed, taking the sheets with you and leaving poor Vigilante buck naked. Wrapping yourself up trying to save your decency, you curse Chris with a vengeful scream.

You hear footsteps pounding, followed by softer ones. You smiled to yourself briefly, happy that everyone showed up even if they didn’t tell you before hand. You were short on snacks now.

Eagly hops over to you and nuzzles at your feet like some sort of apology.

Chris appears in your doorframe seconds later and you squeak. “The ‘fuck you, Chris’ was not an invitation to come into my fucking room!” You spit through clenched teeth.

You hadn’t realized Adrian stepped off the bed to greet Peacemaker, bare as the day he was born.

“Hey, dude.”

You jump up and clench the sheets to your chest, push Chris out and slam the door. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in and out, a bit too quickly, and turn to the man in front of you.

“That was fun … but it looks like your party is starting, or I guess started.” Your sentence drifts off. You want to ask what this is if it’s anything at all.

You open your eyes slowly to see Adrian - still incredibly naked but staring at you intently. He looks like he’s waiting for you to ask so he doesn’t have to.

“So what-“

“Next time I-“

When you register his words you fling yourself at him, lips locking in a quick peck, then smooches all over his damn cute face.

“Let’s enjoy your party. And when everyone leaves-“

“It’ll be next time.”

Your heart skips a beat and you feel that flutter.

When you both make the walk of shame down to your friends, they all smile a knowing grin.

You clear your throat to break the ice. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“We only came because you left your car at the office. We thought you got kidnapped or something.” Harcourt admitted. “Though . . . I’m not opposed to a beer.”

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