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#Awkward Brain Errors that Embarrassed People
stargirldelight · 10 months
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• ︎Strawberry Shortcake •
Sanji x Reader | Part 1
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• C.W: Fem reader, modern au, spiteful Sanji, obsessive ex-boyfriend, female reader, matchmaker Zeff and patty (???), minor nosebleeds, jealousy, jealousy, smut’s in the next part though ;)
• A.N: Going through some soft dom Sanji brain rot for the past couple of days, needed to write this for my mental well being.
Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)
• W.C: 3.1K
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The whole situation was just pure hilarity, you had to admit. Amusing in the most embarrassing way. There you stood, in front of a restaurant you were very familiar with. You frequented this expensive restaurant before on multiple occasions however through the back door most times, since it was the work place of your lover. He would complain about rude customers who didn't know a thing about etiquette, who were wining and dining women who definitely deserved better than the quote-on-quote “cavemen with fat wallets” they brought as dates. Or when he’d complain about people leaving food on their plate, god he hated that so much, it was his biggest pet peeve if anything.
But today was a little different, you stood in front of the restaurant in which you would be going on your first date with another man. You were nervous, obviously you weren't given the freedom to choose the date spot, if you were, you would have chosen any other place over this dreaded restaurant a million times. You and Sanji had ended on good terms, so that at least alleviated a tiny bit of weight off your shoulders, as well as the fact that he was the sous chef, not a waiter. So as long as he stays in the kitchen, your date should go perfectly fine, or so you thought.
You had been waiting for a good ten minutes outside, contemplating going inside and sitting alone until your date arrived, but he reserved both your seats, and it would be pretty awkward if he was a no show, so you opted to loiter outside the high-end establishment. A slightly cold breeze blows past your exposed legs, you shiver and regret your choice of clothing. A spaghetti strapped silky dress that barely passed your knees, making the cold wind only that much unbearable. Sure you should have bought a jacket, but Sanji never made you wait like this anywhere, so you never felt the need to carry one. instead all that covered your quivering arms was a shawl.
After an agonizing 15 minutes of waiting in the winter chill, a car pulls up into the parking lot as a tall man steps out, who you recognize to be your date for the night, Ace. He cleaned up nicely, something that surprised you considering how lazy and relaxed he always appeared to be.
“Hey pretty lady” he says, locking his car behind him and walking up to your discreetly shivering figure. “You look stunning,” he beamed his boyish smile at you and offered you his arm, which you gladly took, thanking him and flashing him a bright smile of your own. “Shall we?” you hook arms, the two of you walk through the entrance of the restaurant.
The place looked as extravagant as ever, owner Zeff had taken great care of the elegant restaurant, keeping it in its peak state, as well as being known for his extreme passionate professionalism when it came to the art of food. He had especially taken a liking to you when you would visit the restaurant just to chit chat with him during the less busy hours of the workplace, he was extremely fond of you and considered you, the girlfriend of his “son”, a daughter of his own. When one day you stopped coming by. He felt as if he lost a small, part of his heart.
You recognised the familiar aroma of the restaurant, like you were here just yesterday except it's been several months. Ace greets the hostess at the podium and gives the kind lady details of his reservation. A minute goes by and still nothing. “Are you sure you had a reservation for tonight may-” “No, i'm sure they were for tonight, i double, no, triple checked everything.”
Ace grew irritated at the hostess at the error in the system. You stood there quiet, slightly embarrassed at the whole situation unfolding in front of you when out of the corner of your eye, you spotted owner Zeff, and coincidentally, he saw you as well. He smiled your way, and you returned the kind gesture.
He looked high in spirits when he saw you, that was up until he glanced to about a foot in front of you, your annoyed date he assumed from observing your body language and he felt a sting in his heart, realizing that your here on a date with someone else. He also came to the conclusion, from your awkward stance, that the young gentlemen next to you had suggested the place and you just couldn't refuse.
He had always been quite intelligent when it came to social cues. As the restaurant manager, he came over to diffuse the situation, and as a father figure, he came over to provide some comfort in this awkward predicament you got yourself in. You perked up, feeling somewhat relieved when he walked up to the two of you.
“Good evening, is there an issue here?” he inquired the hostess. “Yes, Mr. Portgas D. Ace is convinced he had a reservation, but it won't show in our system.” she responded politely. Owner Zeff didn't want to escalate the situation any further, especially not to put you in any distress further. “Ah, yes, well, we did have a table for two cancel on us earlier today, why don't you lead them to that table?” “Right away owner Zeff” she replies, probably glad the awkward encounter came to a close.
As the hostess led you to your table, Ace held your hand in his and kept you close. He’d calmed down a bit from earlier. Things were starting to get better progressively and you couldn't be more glad. Especially thankful for the anonymous couple that canceled their reservation. Once you were settled she hands you the menu.
Meanwhile…
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ALL SEATS WERE RESERVED?” the angry man pounded his fist on the podium. “I mean what i said sir, we overbooked and we apologize, but you're going to have to make other arrangements. Your behavior won’t be tolerated in this restaurant and I highly suggest you take your leave before authorities are involved” he states sternly, squinting his eyes towards the violent customer. 
The customer scoffs at Zeff and stomps out the doors dramatically, creating a scene on his way out. “That's what they call a man these days? Pathetic.” he mocks the short tempered customer, as the hostess giggles.
Zeff had put faith in the high standards Sanji set and the average boy you brought on this date. He was hoping, praying on a shooting star that maybe you'd give his Sanji the time of day, just to maybe even talk things over. He noticed a change of personality from Sanji, down to his cooking, he lacked love. A sort of love that only you could provide for him. He could tell even months later, Sanji still yearned for what you two had desperately.
You and Ace had shared a decent conversation for the most part. One thing that bothered you however was that he’d constantly talk about himself or his brothers, which you didn't mind at first until it became unbearable to the point when you struggled to get a single word in. He would also check his phone repetitively, becoming even more of a nuisance over the duration of your date. You feel guilty for saying this, but everything at this point had quite literally reminded you of how well he treated you. Not Ace, Sanji.
Your waiter for tonight was an old friend of yours, Patty, who normally was a chef, however due to being somewhat short staffed on waiters he decided to take your order. Patty’s horrible, great, but just evil, you and patty enjoyed pranking Sanji together, it was ton fun.
You thought he was going to ruin your date when to your surprise, he didn't. “Wow such a lovely couple the two of you make, what can i get you started with, some wine?” he beams. You blush at his straightforwardness and so does Ace, till he finally speaks up “No, no, nothing like that, at least yet” Making you blush even harder.
“How about some strawberry wine, please?” you ask sweetly to your old friend, who jotted down yours and Aces order down on his tablet. “I'll be back with your drinks momentarily, if there's anything you need, please, let me know” as he walks away with your order in hand. You had ordered your usual tonight, a hot and sour soup with some margherita pasta, along with a russian salad. You loved and tried all the food they made, however these were always your favorites.
Patty hands you your order, winks and walks away. The food looked, and tasted delicious as it always has. You're lost in conversation with Ace until he gets a call. You somewhat enjoyed his company tonight, he's naturally bubbly and an enthusiastic speaker for sure, maybe you were a little too tense from stressing this far into the night, but everything proved to be running smoothly. You were enjoying your noodles until.
“Y/n? Helloo? Anyone home?” you snap out of your daydream and look up at your date. “I have to leave, something came up with Luffy, i'm really, really sorry, but i really have to go.” He says as he collects his items. “Here,” he leaves money for the dinner you two shared and rushes out the doors, and you sit there alone barely processing what just happened. You then stare at his empty plate longingly. “At least he finished his food” you think to yourself. You push around the food on your plate with your fork, suddenly losing any appetite you had.
You didn't want to waste your dinner, so you sat there, struggling to finish the main course for “date”. It was humiliating almost. First the 15 minute wait, then the reservation, then the date who wouldn't shut up about himself, and then being ditched in the middle of the date. Not to mention the place being your exboyfriend's workplace. All of it was a disaster no matter how much you tried to make light of the situation. You decided it would just be best to leave after quickly finishing the alfredo pasta in front of you.
A few moments earlier…
The kitchen was bustling as it always did during this time of night. “I have an order for two medium wagyu steaks for table 27, and a roast rack of lamb for a gentlemen with the ugliest pants i've ever fucking seen!” A waiter speed walks towards the busy chefs in the kitchen, ready to prepare whatever food the customers desire. Chefs running around with pans in hand, flipping vegetables with dramatic sizzles, some meticulously, delicately decorating dessert pastries with utmost precision and care. Everyone was passionate about their work, no matter how hectic it became at times.
Patty walks in through the door, giddier than usual, he brandishes his order ticket in the air, practically skipping towards his work station, chanting his order out loud for pretty much everyone to hear whether they liked it or not. “Strawberry champagne, white wine, 2 hot and sour soups, margherita pasta, honey roast duck along with a russian and caesar salad” he cheered all throughout the kitchen. “PATTY, SHUT THE FUCK UP” some of the chefs screamed at him, some of them ready to throw knives at the disturbance, but the one of the more renowned chefs looked at him with his mouth slightly agape, cigarette loosely hanging off his bottom lip and eyes wide open. 
Patty looked directly towards Sanji, not missing a beat he smirks, realizing his petty scheme was successful. Of course Sanji knew your favorite foods, down to how sour you preferred the margherita sauce in your pasta. What he didn't know was who ordered the other dishes that Patty mentioned. He assumed the worst of course. Were you on a date with someone else? Did this man treat you better than him? Were you happy without him in your life? He hated the feeling. Why would you come here with him, of all places? It ticked him in the most devastating ways.
However, he couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to. He wanted to say something, just anything, but he was in no place. He lost that privilege the moment you two broke up and that fact stabbed him in the heart a million times. He went back to cooking, taking a long drag from his cigarette, and released the smoke with an exasperated, long sigh. Patty noticed the drastic change in his buddy’s composure and took pity on the poor guy. The man who always had too much to say, but for the past few months, he had nothing witty to say back no matter how much he teased him.
Patty continued preparing your dinner for the two of you, feeling a bit of sorrow for his friend. Sanji would occasionally regularly glance towards Patty's cooking, languishing and frowning, something that didn't go unnoticed by the brute, who admits, he’d like to see his friend smile genuinely again. He drops off the food at your table and walks back towards the kitchen, noticing how as soon as he walked in, Sanji had been eying his way constantly. Patty walks over to another close friend and chef, Carne, handing him an order ticket he picked up on the way inside. Patty had a few spare minutes, waiting for another dish to cook, he settled on some idle conversation gossip with carne. 
“You wont believe it” he whispers, in hushed tones. “What is it?” Carne asked, eyes on his Italian fried risotto. “Y/n’s here. with another man. on a date. right now, right here” he pieces out for his now shocked friend to hear. “LIAR” Carne violently whispers, wide eyed towards patty as he simply nods. Everyone in the restaurant knew about you and Sanji’s relationship and really liked you two together, so yeah, they were especially sad when you broke up with him. “What is she doing here, is she out of her mind??” Carne whispered aggressively.
“I'm telling you, she's on a date!” he responds in “hushed” tones. “The man is quite handsome too, you know, when i told them how lovely of a couple they look like, they BOTH turned RED!” “BOTH OF THEM?? EVEN OUR Y/N??” Carne replied in utter shock. “MHM BOTH OF THEM” Patty ranted palming his forehead in hand. “AND YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVE WHAT THE BOY SAID NEXT” Patty exaggerated. “WHAT? WHAT DID HE SAY?”
Before he could answer, owner Zeff took it upon himself to smack his employees who thought they were being paid for acting like middle aged women. “GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE YOU BURN THE RISOTTO” he looked around to see the majority of the chefs still cooking. “Idiots” he muttered before walking back to his quarters. Patty went back to his respective station and Carne managed to just barely save the risotto from looking like fried italian shit, and went back to work.
Not far away was Sanji, who managed to eavesdrop on the whole conversation until Zeff interrupted the two from talking. “Shitty old man...” he mumbled, wanting to hear the last part of what Patty had to say. Not to mention, this had also just confirmed his suspicion of you being there, on a date. He snuck out of the kitchen and towards the grand dining hall with all the customers, who were enjoying their dinner and conversation with one another.
It didn't take him long to spot you, sitting at a table for two, he could see the side of yours and your date's face and you were laughing. You looked happy at first glance which made his heart hurt, when upon closer inspection, he came to the conclusion that you were definitely not enjoying yourself. Your body language, and posture gave it all away, as well as your slightly furrowed brows and awkward smile. Maybe he was reaching, grasping at even the tiniest bit of hope left. Maybe it was his mind trying to console himself that you finally moved on.
He felt anger when your date kept checking his phone, ignoring the beautiful women sitting across from him. How could he? He was on a date with the most beautiful, deserving women in the world and he decided “what better time to go on my phone than now?” Sanji mocked and scoffed at the voice of your pathetic date in his head. “Idiot” he thinks to himself. That should be him instead of that barbarian of a man with no manners and no charm. 
He should be with you, in your beautiful little black dress, with complimenting heels and makeup, not to mention the beautiful jewelry which pulled your whole outfit together. The small things that only he’d notice, your well kept hands and nails, your soft skin, your luscious hair, your beyond breathtaking smile, the color of your eyes and the way they light up when you're happy. He loved it all. Without realizing it, he had blood trickling down his nose, you looked other-worldly tonight, he looked at you with massive heart eyes.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he sees your date rush out of the place, no proper goodbye, no nothing, with you left alone looking at the door he just left through in shock. It broke his heart to see such gloomy expression etched on your face, but he was happy to see the nuisance finally gone. He stared at you with sadness in his eyes, you were finishing what was left of your food, all alone, when he got an idea, he wiped the blood with the back of his wrist and rushed towards the kitchen.
You stare at the last, half sliced cherry tomato on your plate when you impale it with your fork and pop it into your mouth. You'd gotten over the weird circumstance and called it an interesting night in the end, at least you knew you weren't going on a second date with Ace. You gather your belongings into your purse, you beckon your hand towards one of the waiters for the check and they nod, walking towards the reception desk. You went through your messages, waiting for the bill when you felt a presence in front of you. “Ah, tha-” You look up from your phone flashing a smile at who you thought was the nice waiter.
“Leaving without dessert, sweetheart?”
• Part 2 >
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• A.N: Posting part two sometime this week. I'M SO SORRY for making ace such an ass i had to, i love him still so much though.
Until next time my loves :)
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Can I get how UT, ink, US, error and UF sans would react to accidentally coming across their crush's dairy and sees their name in it. So curiosity gets the best of them, and they read it, only for their crush to walk in and catch them reading it. What would they do?
Undertale Sans - He slowly puts it down, finger gun at you and teleports out of here. If you're mad at him, he'll explain why he did it a little later. He's a bit embarrassed about this.
Undertale Papyrus - He blushes with embarrassment and immediately apologizes, promising he didn't read that much and that he's never going to do it again, please don't be mad at him, he was just curious.
Underswap Sans - He didn't notice before you poke his shoulder. He screams, looks at you in shock, throws the diary in the air, and jumps by the window. He's not sure if you're mad at him or not so he's scared to come back home lol.
Underswap Papyrus - He panics, tears off the page and eats it, before passing out from stress. Yeah, he's very brave boi. He doesn't want to wake up after this and will pretend he's sleeping so you don't notice he's conscious again.
Underfell Sans - No shame, he starts to read out loud, teasing you, as you're blushing both from embarrassment and anger. Red doesn't care at all, that's the funniest thing he found today and he intends to read all of it.
Underfell Papyrus - .... Is it hot in here or is it him? Edge puts the diary back down, coughs loudly and leaves the room like nothing happened, the face entirely red. He will pretend really hard he didn't see anything.
Horrortale Sans - Uh oh. Time to use the memory card to find a way out of this situation. Oh no, oh look at that, he forgot everything so suddenly. He simply leaves and pretends nothing happened and that he forgot everything. You're not buying his bullshit, but fine.
Horrortale Papyrus - "I WAS JUST CLEANING AND I WAS GOING TO PUT IT IN YOUR CLOSET AND I WAS DEFINITELY NOT READING IT NO NO BECAUSE THIS IS SO BAD WHO READS OTHER PEOPLE DIARIES IN THE FIRST PLACE THAT'S SUCH AN AWKWARD THING TO DO LUCKILY I WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOUR DIARY FROM ANYONE SNEAKY ENOUGH TO INTRUDE YOUR ROOM AND READ IT!" He said all of this in one breath, looking like he's going to die from stress any second. Yeah, you're so believing him right now.
Swapfell Sans - He's annoyed you caught him but he's a good player so he puts it down. But this is just one battle you win, he's not done with that. You better hide your diary really well in the next few days because now he is very curious about what you wrote about him in there.
Swapfell Papyrus - He keeps reading, he doesn't care. He's looking you straight in the eyes while he's doing so, clearly taunting you to come and get your diary back. As soon as you take a step in the room, he waves at you and teleports away with your diary. Good luck to find him now.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He huffs, annoyed. "At least if you want to write about me use a dictionary and check your spelling." Thanks, asshole.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Aw :( He's sad you caught him, he wanted to see... Now, every time you want to write, Coffee is not so subtly trying to sneak on you to see what you're writing. He just lacks the ability to be sneaky so it's not very effective, unfortunately.
Ink - He looks at you. He can tell something is bothering you, but he can't see what. Oh well. He's not paid enough to pay attention to what's bothering you so he goes back to his reading. ... Oh. That's what bothers you. Uh... Maybe he will go to check Outertale or something now. He leaves and takes the diary with him, completely forgetting he was holding it. You facepalm so hard.
Error - He's not sure if he's flattered or offended you keep daily reports of what happened with him during the day. Don't you have a brain to remember these things? What's even the point? He's so cringing about your detailed explanation of what you two did the day before. That's when he looks up and sees you standing there, arms crossed. ... Ah, shit. Oh well, might as well talk about the elephant in the room. What's so interesting about him eating banana ice cream the day before?! Are you the banana ice cream police or something?
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queen-dahlia · 11 months
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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭
ღ 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝟭 & 𝟮 ღ 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ღ
🔞🔞🔞
Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.
// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback
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The nickname "Gil" used to be familiar to me.
The name, which my brother and mother called me frequently, had a special warmth to it, and I liked it even as a child.
But the family that calls me "Gil" is no longer in this world.
For a time, I forced a boy I picked up in Rhodolite to call me "Gil," but as he grew older, he seldom called me that anymore.
(I thought that no one would ever again show up to call the trampling beast by his nickname.)
(Because that was "proof of family" to me.)
Emma: "Gil…"
And yet, Emma, who has become my official fiancée, calls me.
There is some awkwardness, but I haven't heard "Gil" in a long time,
It was filled with such happiness that my brain felt as if it were about to be enraptured.
(Oh man... it's like I'm not me anymore when Emma calls me "Gil.")
The disaster of the world, the trampling beast—that's how the man who has terrorized people all over the continent has been,
Just being called by a nickname on the bed is enough to make me want to bury my face in my pillow, and I am in so much agony.
As expected, I couldn't do that, so I just kept Emma's lips closed.
Gilbert: "Can you call me more?"
Emma: "… It's hard to say when prompted."
Gilbert: "Then I'll let you call it natural."
(It's your fault for providing happiness to the villain, isn't it?)
I push Emma down onto the sheets and bite down on the skin peeking through her jet-black dress.
I purposely avoided kissing her lips so that she could call me by name at any time, and I slowly made more bite marks.
(... I have time today, and I won't make you feel better right away.)
I lapped at the bite marks with my tongue while also avoiding the places where Emma's body was pleasurable for her.
Emma: "Ahh, Gilbert—"
Gilbert: "No, right?"   //   "Isn't that right?"
(You're the one who wanted to get to know me better.)
Emma: "… It's hard to do that without thought."
Emma: "… I'm embarrassed."
Gilbert: "Then let's practice until you get used to it."
Gilbert: "Look, I'll make love to you all night long, just like you want."
Emma: "... I don't want—"
Gilbert: "No?"
Emma: ". . . . . ."
(I love that you're not too shy to deny it then, Emma.)
Gilbert: "I'll make you feel good every time you can call me right. But if you can't do that—"
I lightly pressed her breasts against the top of her black dress.
I tried tickling her repeatedly, but everything seemed to be blocked by the dress, and Emma began to sway her body in frustration.
Gilbert: "Shall we do this forever?"
Emma: "……… Gil."
(She can't take it. ...Hehe, I'm going to hear a lot of names today.)
As promised, I pull down the dress and bite down hard on the swollen spot where she wants me to touch her.
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As we repeated such games, I noticed that the sky was changing color—
Gilbert: "... The night went by pretty fast, huh?"
(I got carried away too.)
I remove my eye patch and look down at Emma, who is lying face down helplessly in the dimness with no lights on.
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The sheets were so stained that it was a good thing I had taken off her dress during the day.
(I've just been biting and fondling her body for a long time, and it's turned out like this.)
Teasing her, making her feel good... The body that obediently received them was already twitching.   //   I have been teasing her and making her feel good… Her body has been twitching since a few minutes ago, when she received them with open arms.
A quick stroke between her legs, and Emma screamed and jumped up.
Emma: "Ahhh... Gilbert..."
(… You're so stiff.)
Gilbert: "I'm not going to stop you like that, okay?"
Emma: "Gil…"
Gilbert: "Even if you call me to make up for it, I won't stop." **
(How many times are we going to repeat the same mistake? You're not getting used to it at all.)
I hug Emma from behind as she gets up and put my hands around her waist to prevent her from escaping.
Tears trickled down from the corners of Emma's eyes as I churned the surface between her legs while she deliberately made noises.
Gilbert: "Don't cry."
Emma: "Nnhh… I can't take it anymore…"
Emma: "Everywhere you touched me was... weird..."
Gilbert: "Hmm."
Emma: "Aahh... Ahh..."
I stick my finger in and start stirring again. **
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I stirred the hot, tender spot until it almost burned me, but I stopped when I heard Emma's charming voice.
Gilbert: "I'm going to stop being mean to you when the awkwardness goes away from you."
Emma: "Gil…"
Gilbert: "That's not even close to a passing grade, because it's like, "I'm just trying to say it," right?"
Emma: "… It's tough."
Gilbert: "I'm in a good mood, too. I'll make you stop using honorifics one of these days, okay?"
(I'm royalty, but I don't want you to be the only one to see me that way.)
Emma: "… I'm getting… used to it."
Gilbert: "You can call me Gil in public, too, if you want."
Emma: "… No."
Gilbert: "No?"
Emma: "No, I can't."
(I was told more clearly than I expected. I'm a little disappointed.)
I sighed blandly, and Emma huffed as she turned her head to look at me.
Emma: "Gilber—Gil, I don't want anyone to see that relaxed face of yours."
(Relaxed face...?)
(. . . . . .)
(… I think I might be doing that. It's true that I'm getting carried away.)
Even without looking in the mirror, it was easy to imagine that I looked far from a trampling beast.
Emma: "I guess you've transferred your... jealousy to me too."
Emma's languid but happy smile blew my nasty feelings away.
Gilbert: "Hehe, not as good as I am."
Gilbert: "I need you to be jealous enough to make me want to kill everyone around me."
Emma: "… If I were to be treated with that kind of jealousy, the country would be destroyed."
Gilbert: "But we can really be alone together, right?"
Emma: ". . . . . ."
Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm kidding."
Gilbert: "... For now."
Emma: "Please keep the jokes coming."
Gilbert: "I suppose it's up to you."
We laugh at each other, and then our lips meet, signaling an unconsciously close gaze.
It had been a long time since I had kissed her on the mouth, even though we had been flirting for a long time.
(I'm at my limit too, so I'll let it end here for today.)
(… I got her to call me Gil 49 times, so I guess that's good enough.)
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I make Emma, who is dazed from the aftermath of the kiss, sit on my lap so that she is facing me, and I penetrate her body.
I was about to be taken away from the consciousness that I had been enduring all this time.
(But Emma seems to have less time to spare.)
Tears fall from the corners of Emma's eyes again as I rock her slender hips.
Emma: "Nnn… Ahhh… Gil..."
Gilbert: "Hehe... for the fiftieth time."
Emma: "Haahh… What..."
Gilbert: "It's nothing."
When I embrace Emma, I am enveloped by the sweet scent that is unique to the night.
She clung to my shoulders tightly and strongly, and I felt her fingernails digging into me through my shirt.
(Emma… I've lost everyone who called me "Gil" once.)
(But you're the only one who won't lose no matter what you do.)   //   (But you are the only one I won't lose by any means.)
I bind you with fetters in the name of engagement, and I wrap you with chains in the name of love.
I will keep you in my arms, and don't let you leave me forever.
The engagement ceremony and the obsidian rose ring, the only one worn by a naked Emma, are all part of it.
(… However, there were some miscalculations.)
(It was supposed to be an engagement ceremony for me to tie you up...)
(Every time you call my name, I feel like I'm more tied to you than you are to me.)
(I wonder which one of us is bound...?)
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mbti-enemies · 11 months
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Hello, favourite duo on Tumblr
ENTJ-T 3w2 here ✋🏻
It's gonna be a rant.
I'm having a crush. Big one. I think. Bad emotional mechanism, here. Anyway, I've tried to communicate with him. And it's starting to work.
I think.
Lots of thinking, if you haven't noticed.
He's smart, dresses exceptionally, most likely an IxxP from what I gathered so far. An Aquarius too. Taller than me (I'm 176 cm, so it's a plus) He rarely comes to classes which drives me mad because I want to be in one room with him and watch him, you know just... Watch, observe, besides talking.
Problem is, I malfunction whenever he comes close to me. My tongue gets tied up, I make stupid mistakes, say stupid things.
No, seriously like, how do I manage to keep my cool, be aware of his and everyone's presence and still make stupid mistakes when he's around me. It's like he comes, I get brain error 404 but still manage to somehow evade complete embarrassment, he leaves, and I become completely unusable for approximately 3 to 4 minutes. Then it's all good cause, heh *smooths hair* we can't let it faze me too much, right?
RiGhT???
Any advice? or idk just plain reassurement will be fine
Example of my idiocy:
He *asks me what I'm doing*
Me *obviously making a maquette of wooden chair* Uhm- *tries not to be sarcastic because it's too early for that sassy energy* You see- *malfunction because GOD DAMMIT WHY DO HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THAT WHITE HOODIE* This- You know, just working on a chair, making calculations and stuff, I'll be going to the machine soon. (to cut the pieces from the wooden stick)
He: I meant the design, actually.
Me: Oh, *OF COURSE HE DID, he knows it's a chair, HE HAS THE SAME ASSIGNMENT* yeah, well yeah... *malfunctions* It has hand rests!!!
(same energy as "LOOK, IT HAS POCKETS!")
He: *probably noticed I'm being an idiot and decided to give me space* Aha, cool. *turns to look at the teacher cause she called him*
Me: *continues to work, contemplating suicide*
After an hour I had to go and instead of "Chao" which is how you say bye in my native language (Bulgarian) I end up meeting his eyes while saying it to everyone and said "Chal, got go." it's a rough translation, but you get me, I guess.
HOW DOES IT STOP????
Duuuuude this is so cute entj glitch 1.2 ahaha you’re such a mess (affectionate)
anyways, the advice imma give you is pretty obvious but, here it is:
A) Dude it’s gonna be okay also like I’m sure he doesn’t think you’re that weird yk like people can lose their words sometimes like no hope has been lost through your funny little interactions
One day he’ll know how super smooth because
B) you can to r e l a x like he’s just a human being and like you KNOW you need to relax around the guy. if you know you’re gonna be seeing him, something that helps me is like visualising this person beforehand and visualising feeling comfortable around them, visualise having a nice long and good chat where everything flows super well and you feel happy. I think it helps because it basically gives you practice right, like once you’ve created it in ur mind you’re more likely to be able to create it in ur mind again when the situation is irl
C) ask him out. dude. you may as well. just ask if he wants to go out!! “heLLo, do you want to go to ____ with me?”. The thing is, you’re not that close friends with him, so you don’t have the “it could ruin our friendship excuse”. And, it probably won’t make things that awkward, even if he says no, as long as you okay but casual afterwards because you didn’t confess massive massive feelings or anything yk? You have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain so do it do it do ittttt
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Today was an odd day. Not bad at all, just quite skewed from the norm. And I think I really needed that.
I started with a new yoga video that was focused on the hips and heart. I really want to work on hip mobility and posture. I think they will both help me massively with skating. (Also, skating will probably help me with skating... XD) The routine was nice, though a bit foreign. I feel like I struggle a lot with just keeping a straight line between my hips, heart and head, and it frustrates me a bit. But I can tell I've gotten much better in the... almost 7 months since I started doing yoga every day.
Yep, I started doing yoga every day as a new years resolution, and I'm still going strong. I'm very proud of myself for that.
That's sorta... the theme of the day. Might as well skip to that since it came up naturally. The thing from tarot last night? And the night before too, I think... The thing about not celebrating my accomplishments? The... I think it was inverted Nine of Pentacles and it cape up before as Four of Wands, I think? Damn, I'm getting good at this. Yeah, Nine of Pentacles is like... a sense of satisfaction from your accomplishments. And the Four of Wands is like... celebrating a milestone. Either way. Same core concept manifesting in different ways. That came up naturally in therapy today. I shit you not, I did not lead the conversation there, in fact... I was a little blindsided by it.
It was an intense session, but it dove deep into... why I'm afraid of social interactions. And its this thing where I compulsively fawn. I give people infinite "second" chances. I sit there and let people do horrible things, thinking "I'm strong enough to endure this", in hopes they will see the error in their ways and course correct. I don't say "no" to people. I don't walk away. That kinda shit. And the weird way this manifests? I fear what others will do. Because I can't control them, nor would I if I could. I avoid social stuff because I'm scared of how others are going to act, and then... I'll just be trapped in it. Because I don't have my magic get-out-of-social-situations-without-being-awkward sticks anymore. (Cigarettes). That's just part of it, but it's a crucial component, and quitting smoking was exactly when all this shit hit the fan.
I used to be able to just leave a situation if it's uncomfortable. "I'm gonna go smoke a butt, I'll be back in a bit." That's it, no other explanation needed. Now? Now I don't have an excuse. Not a socially acceptable one. It's funny, my therapist dug into me on that one, saying smoking isn't even really socially acceptable anymore. I said I felt it was more socially acceptable than saying "I'm going to walk over there and stare at a tree for 10 minutes, I'll be back."
So... not having a built-in out is rough. And this all comes down to this whole like... people-pleasing thing. It's super reflexive and something I have been really proud of in a lot of ways. Trying to be a really nice guy, and tolerate a lot of shit, because I'm very understanding. Not only has this made me a doormat, it's enabled avoidable abuse. I don't mean that in a self-blame way, it's not my fault... but the fact that I still haven't developed that skill... the awareness of that makes me feel very vulnerable and unsafe. And... considering how all-encompassing these extremely unhealthy relationships were? My survival instincts have no idea where the next punch is going to come from, so they try to just avoid all fists. So... I'm scared of social encounters in general... in a very vague brain-stem kinda way... because I'm scared I won't be brave enough to walk away. And this is polar thinking.
I said, "In my head, it feels like a lightswitch between nice-guy and asshole... when really there's a whole gradient there." And for some reason... me walking away or hanging up when people are being pricks to me? When people are hurting me and embarrassing themselves? I see it as being an asshole. Or selfish. And I can't say this confidently enough, my assessment and learning of that is incorrect. Maybe its the whole phrase "be the better man" thing... because I don't want to be superior or narcissistic... But it's not a competition, it's... be a "self-respecting man".
Okay, lets use an example that just popped into my head, because I have no idea how to navigate this. So... say you're waiting at a bus stop and some homeless person comes up and starts yelling at you. It's just you and them there. What the fuck do you do? Do you pretend to not hear them? Do you respond? Do you walk away and risk missing your bus? Do you put headphones in and risk pissing them off? I mean, I have half a mind in that situation to just have a few pocket phrases in French and just pretend I don't speak English. But that takes preparation, and doesn't really work with existing friends.
Maybe not the best example, but yeah. Basically... dealing with confrontation and conflict by standing up for myself and being able to just walk away. Those are really important. And they require a lot of self-confidence, self-esteem, self-worth. And that's the connection to the tarot thing I was talking about like 4 paragraphs ago... celebrating accomplishments. My therapist made a really good point about this that resonated. Not celebrating my accomplishments isn't just... not getting a bonus or something, like depriving myself of dessert. It's fucking with the chemical reward system in my brain. I'm training myself to not feel anything when I accomplish shit. And as someone who struggles with depression, that's bad news.
So, it was advised that I spend some time really patting myself on the back for my accomplishments and treating myself. Not just because I deserve it - because I do - but because it's causing a lot of ripple effects. It damages my sense of forward momentum with my life, and it damages my self-worth. It makes me feel like a loser who sits around all day and does nothing, when really... I'm very creative, very driven and have accomplished a ton. That damage to my self-worth... then makes it incredibly hard to socialize. Not just because of insecurity and shame, but because rock-bottom self-worth means I will fawn and shit when people treat me like garbage. Because a big part of the whole sitting there and not leaving when someone is treating you like shit... is because at some level... you believe that you can't set a boundary there or something bad will happen. (I'm saying "you", I mean "me") I struggled to get that sentence out. The word "deserve" keeps floating around in my head and I keep playing ping-pong with it. "Don't deserve" to have boundaries. Or "haven't earned" setting boundaries. I don't know. Sometimes when I get this deep into shit like this, I can't tell if I'm discovering new thoughts or just reciting platitudes I've heard in passing. I guess maybe the lateness of the hour is catching up with me.
So... anyway... In an effort to celebrate my big accomplishment --- oh yeah, good lord, I went on that whole rant and didn't even say what my big accomplishment was! My big accomplishment was not getting a commission the other day. That was big, but this was bigger for me. When the dude came back to me presenting the tattooist's counteroffer? I would've had to drop my price from $300 to $100 in order to compete. I would've had to cut my price in 1/3. And every fucking cell in my body was saying... "fuck it, do it." Bro, I can't even get a week worth of groceries with that shit. And I'm well aware of that, but in the moment... in the moment I'm just like... "fuck it, do what you gotta do". But I didn't. I didn't bend. I didn't change the price. Even though I felt I might've overcharged? I still don't even know honestly, my therapist was saying the rate really didn't sound that bad. Even though I felt bad, and saw the commission vaporizing in front of my eyes... I did not waver. I wished the dude well and told him I'd be here if he wanted to find a way to make it work, and yeah, lots of good vibes and good wishes and shit. It was fine. So, my accomplishment there was not bending and caving and fawning. And still being chill about it. And zero conflict arising from it. That was a huge step forward for me.
So yeah, feeling a lot more comfortable in my skin after having that out in the open and discussing it. It was very validating. And the more I take care of myself, the more comfortable I'll be in my own skin no matter where I go. Whether it's a walk along the river, or getting takeout at a local restaurant, or going to the farmers' market, or meeting my brother and his family, or finally going to one of those mixers at the board game place up the road, or meeting new friends on Roll20 or a Space Engineers server. The more I see myself as capable of handling those things, the more I am capable of handling them. And then I get practice, and prove it. And a positive snowball starts.
My way of rewarding myself today was to get some games. Steam Summer Sale, you know how it is. I got FTL, Hades and some DLC for Space Engineers. I tried out FTL tonight, it's pretty fun. And Space Engineers is on my list as my multiplayer option.
On top of all of this, I streamed tonight. I decided to stream the process of making a music visualizer from scratch. It actually went really well and I ended up doing a 4+ hour stream. No one dropped by... but I enjoyed the process, and that's what matters to me. Getting the audio routing set up paid off... and now that it's set up... I might be able to make music streams work... I'm just imagining doing guitar practice streams, that could be really cool. I've always wanted to do that, that's actually where I started with streaming back in the early 2010's on justin.tv
Alright, tarot time real quick, it's obscenely late.
Past - Page of Cups, inverted (Pure emotion. Innocence, wearing one’s heart on their sleeve. Channeling one’s inner child.) Present - Five of Wands, inverted (Competition, disagreement, strife, and the accompanying need to step up to the challenge, prove yourself and see it through.) Future - King of Wands (Uses experience and reflection to master creativity, passion, inspiration and aspiration.  Raises the creative fire to its full potential with control, without letting it become destructive.  Charismatic, natural leader, funny, charming and radiating confidence.)
This starts with inverted Page of Cups. Page of Cups is kinda the embodiment of a childlike spirit. Confident, following one's heart.
This is connected to inverted Five of Wands. Five of Wands is the bravery to meet a challenge and face competition.
And this concludes with King of Wands, who I am unfamiliar with. I guess he's kinda the epitome of tamed creative fire. Blazing powerfully bright while still contained and within experienced control.
Alright, so... the beginning here is... the dark side of Page of Cups. Which I would see as kinda... childlike naiveté. Running headlong into dangerous situations with the best intentions. Maybe with the heart-on-the-sleeve emotional Cups connection... innocently trusting the wrong people... This led to conflict. But my reconnection with my inner child involved shedding the callous insensitivity I used to have, like a snake molting. Where I used to welcome the challenge of a conflict to test my wit, their perspective and feelings were not a priority as much as trying to "win" or "beat them"... I instead became like a child who had their milk money stolen by their best friend. And instead of rising to meet the conflict, I took a knee or walked. And oddly... these two are leading to... the embodiment of creative mastery. The... implication... I kinda get from this... My intuition is kinda leading me to think... if I learn these two lessons, I can accomplish great things... and be the creative being I'd love to be. I don't know, it's a hunch. It's an interesting thought.
The placeholder card was... Queen of Pentacles - the keeper of the symbol of a life well lived. The Spirit taming, guiding and coexisting with the elemental impulses, all working together harmoniously.
Maybe the lesson is how to weather when things go wrong with the Page of Cups and the Five of Wands. When people take advantage of my childlike wonder and trust, and still continue onward in life. When people compete and incite conflict and I don't rise up to the challenge... but I also don't give up. Maybe I can still make a good life without having to "fix" these, rather just... learning to live with them.
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heart tingz ; trafalgar d. water law
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↻ fluff, not proofread, college au, modern au, grammatical error, might not make sense bcs i write this at 12 am, reader is dramatic cuz why not
↻ pairing ↬ law x gn!reader!
anonymous asked: hi!! could i request a college AU w/ Law where you two are paired for an anatomy project together and one thing leads to the next and all of a sudden Law’s hand is over your heart (and erratic heartbeat bc you two are so close together) and he finally realizes that you like him?? (bonus if at first he freaks out thinking you’re having a heart attack or something LOL)
a/n law having a small heart attack bcs of that would be so funny 😭
“y/n, calm down,” calm down... calm down she said. how can you when you crush is going to be partnered up with you for this project?! 
“how can i calm down nami? what if i acted goofy and fucked up the project?” you asked. you genuinely want to pass the assignment but at the same time, you were afraid if you acted out of your line with him.
“i’m sure it’ll be fine. besides, his friend told me that he likes you,” she said. “there’s no way he would like me. we never even talk except for asking what our homework is! plus, you’d never know if they ever lied,” 
“yes, yes. now i’m sure you have a project to finish. right now, i’m going out with usopp,” nami said as she walks out of your shared apartment. “i’m sure it’ll be fine y/n,” a voice suddenly said. you whipped your head around to see the owner of the voice just to find your other roommate, robin.
“god... robin. can you please tell me when you decided to stay in? because i really can’t get use to how eerily quiet you are,” you sighed. “sorry, y/n,” she said with a chuckle.
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“so uh...”
can’t this be any more awkward? “um, should we get on with the assignment?” you asked, hoping to ease the awkward tension.
he nodded in agreement and bring out his text book. for hours, everything went on fine. you get more comfortable with him by the next few hours. until you got to the heart part.
“oh... the professor asked for us to check for each other’s pulse wasn’t it?” you asked law to which he answered with a yes. the pulse checking was just to make sure that everyone have normal heart beats. according to your professor that is.
his body got closer to yours, one hand wrapping around your wrist to pull up close for him to check for your pulse. it should’ve been fine. if it wasn’t for the physical contact and how close he was, your heart wouldn’t have speed up like crazy.
you could see him knitting his brows together, probably confused as to why your pulse was going hundredth of miles per hour. “a-are you okay―” he stopped before he could finish his sentence.
he continued on racking his brain for answers. why is it that your heart is beating so fast? were you nervous? what could you possibly be nervous― “oh,”
testing his theory, he tried moving his hand higher to your arm. your heart was beating impossibly faster. he slowly leaned his face into yours, lips just inches away you almost touched his lips.
his eyes seems to be asking for consent. you closed the gap between the two of you. though you wished for the kiss to last longer, you were still in public, which would be considered inappropriate to other people.
when you pulled away, you continued to close your eyes, not wanting to look at him in the eyes. what can you say? it is quite embarrassing to be kissing your crush. after a few minutes have passed, you reluctantly opened your eyes, facing a quite flustered trafalgar law.
“why... did you kiss me?”
“why didn’t you pull away?” he asked you back. “i-i like you,” you said, avoiding his eye contact like a plague. “so why did you?” you asked again. 
his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him before you were met with another kiss. this time, it was a little bit longer and slower. he was savoring the feelings of your lips just like you did his.
he pulled away, forehead resting against yours. “does that answer your question?”
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Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real  ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!
I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.
Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh
I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)
Albedo - Yandere Profile
tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking
tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)
What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for “normal” people who aren’t social recluses.
He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed. 
He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.
It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.
He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.
The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.
If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.
“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”
“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”
How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.
Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.
How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”
At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.
He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.
How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
He gets more frustrated than anything, when you’re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.
With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.
Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.
How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.
He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.
Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?
Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.
Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.
General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.
He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.
Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.
He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.
A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.
How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.
“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”
What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.
Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms
Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.
He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.
“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”
How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?
He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.
Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.
What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?
Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.
In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.
What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.
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obeythebutler · 3 years
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Can I request for some fluff between a socially awkward MC and a Levi? They can both be awkward together :D.
You do not want to be here.
Every step is taken in trepidation as you already start pitying the unfortunate demon that will end up to be your partner.
Seductive Speedcraft, the page in your diary tells you. It's a dreadful event to attend these classes, because you can't even make proper conversation, let alone tempt and seduce someone!
The pairings are random, so that everyone gets a chance with each other. But in your case, it's dread trying to figure out who will be your partner this time. You pray it isn't as awkward as last time.
Last time, you tripped over your own words, resulting in an error that led to the demoness staring in confusion at you, and an uncomfortable silence followed.
You hope it's better this time.
The indigo hair tells you its Leviathan, who is standing in a corner, fiddling with the wire of his headphones as his eyes dart around the room before settling on you.
"Hi," You mumble, already feeling the tension in the air rise when Levi shoots you a nod in response. A cacophony of chit-chat fills the room as you both stand in silence, neither one having the courage to start up a conversation.
When the teacher begins announcing today's lesson, only then Levi realizes how much of a soup he is in: because pick-up lines have to be used. He's only seen the protagonist corner the main character, and from then the story goes on swimmingly. But in real life, not so much.
"So," He mumbles, eyes looking anywhere but at you. The awkwardness is tangible as both of you look everywhere but into each others eyes. "I'll start."
"Smart people have poor eyesight because lower graphics makes your brain run faster."
You furrow your eyes in confusion as you attempt to decipher the meaning of his sentence. For a moment, there's silence as Levi fiddles with his headphones. He opens his mouth immediately, ready to apologize for being the reason to get you a low grade but the giggle that escapes your lips puzzles him.
"Not bad." You mumble, giggling as you finally catch the meaning of his words. It's so cute, the normally shut-in demon attempting to flirt with a human using such lines. It's very Levi-like, you conclude, as you throw a sweet smile at the demon.
Levi furrows his eyebrows, and immediately widens his eyes when he finally absorbs the fact that you liked it, in fact, you giggled at it.
He smiles nervously.
"Your turn." He mumbles, and the roles are reversed as Levi plays human and you demon. You try to assert your position as a demon by folding your arms across your chest, but cringe when you realize how stoic the position looks. You resemble Lucifer's posture!
"Do you want my affection?"
Levi swallows nervously as he nods his head. You can feel the doubt in his mind at your words, but you for sure hope that this doesn't turn out to be embarrassing, even if it's nothing in comparison to the suave lines Asmodeus and the other demons exchange behind you.
"Well then, come here and have it!"
He blinks once.
Twice.
And you grit your teeth when you realize how utterly lame your line was. How utterly stupid and ungraceful. The awkwardness between you and him stands proudly as you open your mouth, an apology already on your lips for such a clumsy line, but Levi beats you to it.
"It's cringey."
Well, that was quite harsh. But, at least, the demon is giving you honest feedback and not offering you the awkward smile others did.
"I'm sorry," You mutter, and your eyes nervously dart across the floor as you pray in your mind for the bell to ring so that you can go and hide away, but his next words take you by surprise.
"But that's what makes it unique!"
Huh?
"It not like the others, and it reminds of a line a character used in that game, and the main character immediately—"
Only when Levi realizes that he's rambling does he shut up, dissapointed at himself for ruining the atmosphere when the walls of awkwardness were just starting to break down. He's gone and ruined it again now.
"Thank you."
Levi's cheeks redden before he gives a small smile, his expression leading you to smile too.
The teachers voice takes you both by surprise.
"How's the seduction going?"
One look at the pair, with silly smiles on their faces makes it seem like they're hopeless pining for each other, instead of seducing and being seduced.
The teacher sighs.
"Well," He begins, adjusting his coat. "At least you both tried properly this time. You're both improving." And with that, the teacher goes around to check on another pair.
Levi shakes his head when the teacher leaves, and when he looks into your eyes he immediately flusters, spluttering as he tried to collect himself.
And you're smiling like an idiot.
When Asmodeus asked why he looked so happy, Levi brushed him off and stormed to his room. Unknown to the others, Levi had invited you for a game night, away from prying eyes, a safe haven for you both.
Happily tucked away in your own little bubble, it was comfortable being awkward around him, for he was in the same predicament as you.
~
I actually had someone try Levi's pick up line on me once. What a travesty it was, we both wear glasses and I thought he was complementing himself....*sigh*
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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years
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REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)
•TRIGGER WARNING•
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Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.
"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.
"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.
"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.
"You know it's not like tha-"
"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.
Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.
"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.
He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.
.
Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.
And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.
The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.
Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"
"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.
Oh how fucking perfect.
"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.
Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.
Fuck.
"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"
The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.
"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!
"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.
Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.
"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"
"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.
"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.
"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.
"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."
The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!
Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.
And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.
Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.
This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.
"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.
"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.
"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."
"B- But F- Felix-!"
"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.
Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.
"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."
The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.
"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.
"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.
"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.
"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.
"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.
"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"
"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"
"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."
"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.
A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."
Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.
Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."
Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"
The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.
"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.
"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.
"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.
.
When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"
Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.
"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.
"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.
"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.
"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."
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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-
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mystic-deep · 3 years
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"Sensei said girls love swans." | Okkotsu Yuuta x fem!reader
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♡ ♡ ♡ description: Just a small box of chocolates, bought on a whim, gifted for no apparent reason. Or so you say.
♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: none, good bad advices from Gojo.
♡ ♡ ♡ notes: I'm working on three other stories with Nanami, Gojo and Toji but had to write something for best boy Yuuta. We're getting volume 0 animated! This was done at the speed of light so please forgive any errors.
♡ ♡ ♡ word count: 2.29 k
Valentine’s Day was quite a surprise this year. You didn’t expect the world to just revert back to old habits so soon, but then again you understood the craving for what was once considered normal. More than a year had passed since the Shibuya incident and with Gojo Satoru finally being released from his prison, things were slowly calming down.
Two major changes came as a result of the near annihilation of Tokyo, one was that now the world was aware of the existence of curses and two was the high number of people that had awoken cursed energy. What were once empty classrooms and training grounds of the Jujutsu Tokyo High School, were now filled with first year students ready to learn from the best. Although the older generation was composed of just a handful of students, they were really the top of the Jujutsu world.
All of your senpais were impressive in their own right so all of them had gathered quite a following of first years. The most popular, by far, was Fushiguro Megumi, the one that possessed the Ten Shadows Technique of the Zen’in clan. A lethal combination of looks, power and status, or so your classmates claimed.
On the opposite end of the spectrum was the third year Okkotsu Yuuta. He was a rare sight on campus and whenever he was present he didn’t interact much with any of the first years. The first time you’ve met him was during a group mission where he was there to supervise. The curse ended up being a special grade and if Yuuta hadn’t jumped in to help you, you’d all be dead. You still remember the bitterness of your classmates when he offered his feedback. Clearly he was right on all points but he didn’t honey glazed any of his words. That incident had caused a string of nasty rumours to spread and everyone in your class began to avoid him as much as possible. You guessed no one was in a hurry to offer him any gifts today.
As for yourself, you tagged along with some of the girls from your class as they chose the best chocolates for their favourite senpais. You didn’t have anyone you really wanted to gift them to, so you bought a small box purely for selfish reasons.
You headed back to campus and as you approached the training grounds you noticed that a small crowd of students were already gathered there. In the middle of them stood Megumi whose arms could barely hold the large number of gifts he had received. The deadpan expression on his face made it clear he wasn’t enjoying the attention.
“You girls better hurry, Megumi-kun looks like he has reached his limit.”
Turning around you were greeted by Gojo who was also carrying quite an impressive quantity of Valentine’s gifts.
“Sensei is really popular.”
“Please don’t sound so surprised.”
As your little conversation went on, your friends quickly abandoned you in order to join the crowd.
“Not gonna join them?” You shook your head as your hands tighten on the handle of your backpack where your box of chocolates was hiding.
“I didn’t buy any chocolates...I mean I did buy chocolates just not for...I should probably head to class.” Feeling too ashamed to admit your selfish purchase, you hurried down the path to the main entrance before Gojo could question you further.
Just as you were about to reach your destination you suddenly noticed a figure not too far from you. Yuuta was strolling along the same path and his expression was not a happy one. Your earlier guess must have been correct judging by his slumped shoulders. Now you never truly worried yourself with his well being, but it just felt so incredibly unfair that he was marginalized like this. At the end of the day, even if he wasn’t easy to talk to, he was a responsible senpai who wouldn’t hesitate to jump in to help others when needed. With that thought in mind, you quickened your pace and called out to him.
“Okkotsu-senpai! Okkotsu-senpai, please wait!”
He stopped in his track and turned to look at you with a surprised expression.
“Y/n-chan, are you okay?”
You nodded as you caught up with him, impressed that he even bothered to remember your name, and opened your backpack to retrieve the box of chocolates.
“For you senpai, Happy Valentine’s Day!” You gave him the most sincere smile you could muster and handed him the small box. Oh well, better for your cavities you suppose.
With a trembling hand he took the small gift and grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you! I’ll treasure it!” It was just a box of cheap chocolates, you thought, definitely not worth the excitement.
“Urm I’m happy you like them. Anyway, have a good day, see you around!” You practically dashed to your classroom, cheeks red from embarrassment. You didn’t know why you were so nervous or why that silly grin of his made you so flustered.
As you sat down at your desk, you wondered if you did the right thing. You didn’t want him to believe you had feelings for him and you also hoped he didn’t think you did it out of pity. You just thought it was the right thing to do at that time and it was just a small gesture, definitely not worth a second thought.
Or so you hoped until White Day arrived and you found quite a surprising gift on your desk that morning. A large bouquet of roses, there must have been over a hundred. No note though, as if the person that had left them just expected for you to know whom they were from.
You could hear the whispers of your classmates and you shifted uncomfortably. You weren’t really popular, no reasons for someone to give you such an impressive present, so of course rumours began to spread.
As you sat on a bench during lunch break with the bouquet in your lap, you raked up your brain trying to figure out who would offer you flowers.
“Oh no, you don’t like them!”
Yuuta’s voice brought you back to reality and you blinked ever so slowly as you looked at his worried expression. Your eyes dropped to the red roses in your lap and then back to your senpai that was just a few feet away from the bench you were sitting.
“These...these are from you?” Well you did gift him that box of chocolates and this was White Day, technically he was supposed to return the gift. Still, a cheap box of bonbons couldn’t compare to the expensive bouquet that he had gifted back.
“Gojo-sensei said you’re supposed to buy something impressive in order to show your appreciation for the gift you received. I didn’t know what you liked and he suggested roses, he said all girls loved red roses.”
Of course it was Gojo Satoru, it was always Gojo Satoru.
“Senpai, thank you, but this is too much! Those chocolates weren’t really that expensive.”
“No, no, they were pretty good! I ended up eating the whole box! Gojo-sensei tried to steal one away, that didn’t end up well for him.” Good, you thought, he deserved it for unnecessarily complicating things.
“Well if you say so, then I’m happy. I’ve never received flowers before, well my father bought me a bouquet when I graduated middle school but I don’t think that counts.”
“I’ve never received chocolates before, so I guess we’re both at the beginning.” The beginning of what, you wondered, as he offered you a somewhat sly smile.
“I should get these to my room before they wither.”
“Yeah I should probably head to the training ground.” You said your respective farewells before going in opposite directions. This had been awkward to say the least and you were glad it was over.
However, naivety got the best of you. The next morning you were greeted by a large teddy bear that was placed in your seat. Your eyebrow began to twitch as you heard whispers spreading in the classroom.
“Hey is that from Okkotsu? Super creepy!”
“Yeah, poor Y/n-chan.”
“What do you mean by that?” Your patience had reached its limit and with narrowed eyes you turned to look at the girls you heard whispering.
“Don’t you know, Okkotsu curses his lovers!”
“Yeah, he becomes obsessed with them and then they die in mysterious ways!”
“That is literally the most idiotic thing I’ve heard in my life.” Sure, you knew the story of Rika, but from actual reliable sources you also knew that it was a tragic accident that happened when Yuuta was only a child. It was disturbing how they twisted the story just because they were afraid of him.
“If you have this much time to waste on spreading such stupid rumours then I suggest you channel that energy in training. Otherwise you’ll be stuck at grade 4 until the end of days.” As a grade 2 sorcerer yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have looked down on them, but for some reason the way they were acting towards Yuuta was just infuriating and you found yourself becoming quite protective.
You never snapped at them like this before, if anything you were considered quite docile, so the whole class fell silent. You grabbed the giant teddy bear from your seat and stomped towards the door, nearly bumping into Gojo as the later stepped inside the room.
“Where you going Y/n-chan? Class is about the start.”
“I’m going to find Yuuta!” You huffed and walked out of the classroom, knowing full well that you will probably get punished for your actions.
“Y/n-chan is so determined! Everyone, you should have more determination as well!” That was the last thing you heard as Gojo closed the door behind you.
You began your search for Yuuta, trying to ignore the looks that the faculty members you came across were giving you. You must have looked quite ridiculous, carrying that large teddy bear around.
You finally found him near the armoury, and judging from his sweaty appearance you guessed he had just finished training.
“Senpai!”
He looked at you, almost in a panicked way and you quickened your pace so he couldn’t make a run for it.
“Y/n-chan, what-”
“Senpai, this has to stop.” You really didn’t want to tell him your real motives from that day but you also couldn’t let this chain of gifts continue.
“That box of chocolates wasn’t initially for you. I bought it for myself, I only gave it to you because senpai looked so upset. I’m sorry that you misunderstood, it’s not pity or anything, I just thought you deserved it.” You didn’t even stop to breath, you had to let it all out and explain before you lost your nerve. “I’m really happy you liked them but I don’t deserve all these presents in return.”
You looked at him and expected to see anger or disappointment, instead you were greeted with light laughter.
“You’re really cute! Maki-san said not to tease you too much because you’re such a good girl. I guess she didn’t realize how much of a good girl you actually are.” The way he said ‘good girl’ made your heart skip a beat. It sounded almost provocative.
Within a second, he had closed the distance between the two of you and his hand reached to stroke your cheek ever so gentle. Suddenly he was there and you became hyperaware of his powerful presence. You noticed the pretty colour of his eyes, how his hand was just a bit rough and how that small smirk of his made your knees weak and your cheeks burn. You gulped and he seemed to enjoy your reaction.
“I don’t mind that the box of chocolates wasn’t for me. I’m just glad it gave me the opportunity to talk to you.” At this point you felt so bad you hoped the earth beneath you would just crack open and swallow you whole.
“Anyway, you should probably head to class before Gojo-sensei gets upset. Let me get that for you.” He reached for the teddy bear in your arms but you gripped it and pulled back.
“I would like to keep this, it’s a special gift from senpai and I’ll treasure it.” Sure this all began because of a silly box of chocolates but you were also happy that you finally got to see a glimpse of him that not many people got the chance to see. Now that you had a taste of it, you wanted more.
“Well I wasn’t planning on taking it away, just wanted to help you carry it.”
“It’s fine, the whole school saw me already so I might as well parade with it back to class.”
He studied your face for a few moments before his expression turned serious.
“Y/n-chan, do you think we could go-”
“I’d love to go on a date!”
You beat him to it but you wanted to make sure he knew, even before asking, that you really wanted to get to know him better.
“I see, I’m really happy.” His hand reached for yours and gripped it gently. It never failed to surprise you how cool and confident he looked at times and then he did a one hundred eighty and turned into this awkward and adorable mess.
“I must admit this is the first time I’ve asked someone out. I’ll be sure to ask Gojo-sensei-”
“Oh no, please promise me to never ask Gojo-sensei for advice concerning girls.” He was probably laughing like a mad man while giving Yuuta such cringe worthy ideas for your gifts.
“Oh but sensei said girls love swans and-”
“Never!”
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kyuuppi · 3 years
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Aoba Johsai, Nekoma, and Karasuno reaction to walking in on y/n in the shower. If you can't do all of them, then the main players on the teams
“Walking in on you showering”
Ft. Kageyama; Hinata; Kuroo; Kozume; Oikawa; Iwaizumi
A/N: For “main players” I picked who I assume are the two most important/talked about in the series. Thank you so much for your request, I hope you have a good day. 💛
General Scenario:
You invite your friend (and slight crush) over to study for an upcoming test after school. You decide to take a shower before the meeting but he arrives earlier than expected and lets himself in since you had texted before that the door would be unlocked. Realizing he may have a few extra minutes, he heads to your bathroom, oblivious of the fact it is already occupied...
KARASUNO
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↳ Kageyama
➣  This boy’s brain is 90% volleyball, 10% milk—there’s like no chance he’s seen a naked body outside of the locker rooms. 
➣  The moment he opens the door he notices the telltale sounds of running water and knows he has messed up. 
➣  Logically, he should probably leave, allow you what minuscule scraps of privacy you may have left--but the logical side of his brain is not working right now. 
➣  Kageyama can only gape, body completely frozen as he watches your own paused figure just beyond the thin blue curtain. 
➣  Despite the plastic barrier, he is sure he can see everything. Every curve, every dip, all of it seems to be on display before his very eyes. 
➣  You have to literally scream at him to “get out!” for him to realize he should definitely be moving.
➣  He stutters out several words of gibberish in attempt to say “sorry” before slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the walls and resigning himself to sitting on your bedroom floor.
➣  He tries to forcefully eject the memory and all the inappropriate thoughts it brings from his mind by reciting volleyball plays--it does not work.
➣  When you later join him to study, Kageyama refuses to meet your eyes and is visibly distracted during the whole session. 
➣  “Do you know how to answer the first one?”
➣  “Forty-two.” 
➣  “...Tobio, this is history.”
➣  “...oh.”
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↳ Hinata
➣  Oh innocent, sweet sunshine child. 
➣  You are about to become the subject of his wet dreams for the rest of the semester.
➣  Hinata was absolutely not thinking when he swings the door open, rushing in with eagerness to simply relieve his bladder. 
➣  He realizes his fatal error when he nearly slips on the condensation sticking to the floor tiles and catches himself on the equally slippery bathroom counter. 
➣  His mind quickly connects the dots, finally noticing the sounds of running water and startling when you release a shrill scream. 
➣  Hinata probably breaks a few world records with how fast he screeches out a thousand decibel “SORRY” and darts out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open in his haste to get the hell out of there. 
➣  When you finish your shower and come downstairs, fully dressed, you find an unusually quiet Hinata, ears stained crimson and posture stiff as he pretends to be hyper-focused on the contents of his (upside down) English workbook. 
➣  Hinata hardly processes anything from your study session and nearly jumps out of his skin every time you speak to him after any amount of silence. 
➣  “Shou, what is the answer to number—”
➣  “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING, I SWEAR!!” 
➣  “...”
NEKOMA
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↳ Kuroo
➣  Kuroo is a teenage boy, of course he’ll get flustered—but he’s also Kuroo which means of course he’ll end up teasing you about it. 
➣  The moment he opens the door, startling you with the sudden light and gust of cool air that comes with his entrance, he recognizes the situation and apologizes, quickly closing the door back before you can even react.
➣  After you get dressed you dread the moment you have to step out and face him, already expecting the avoided eye contact and awkward behavior standard between a previously naked person and the person who accidentally saw them naked.
➣  More than feeling embarrassed about yourself, you fear your friendship with Kuroo will never be the same.
➣  In a way, you’re right. 
➣  The moment you enter the bedroom, Kuroo looks up at you with the most teasing smirk in history. 
➣  The rest of the night Kuroo can literally not go 20 minutes without making a joke about the situation. You soldier through it, reasoning this is better than awkward silence. 
➣  But it doesn’t end there. Even at school the next day, Kuroo makes subtle little jokes. 
➣  Everyone else who overhears is totally lost because, despite how much he loves to rile you up, Kuroo isn’t malicious and wouldn’t go around telling other people about it. Besides, inside jokes are way more fun, he thinks.
➣  “Oh, it’s Y/n-chan. I almost didn’t recognize you—you look really different with clothes on.”
➣  “Kuroo, I swear to god—” 
➣  You created a monster tbh. 
➣  (However, if you seriously tell him you don’t like it, he will 100% stop and apologize.)
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↳ Kozume
➣  If the two of you are not already extremely close by the time this happens, you may never hear from Kenma again, sorry. 
➣  He does not handle embarrassing situations well at all. 
➣  Eyes glued to the phone in his hand, Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s intruded until he hears your startled squeak.
➣  His head darts up and his brain quickly pieces together the situation.
➣  With flaming cheeks, Kenma wordlessly shuts the door back.
➣  He stands with his back to the closed door, staring wide eyed into the distance for several seconds before realizing he would rather take the L on tomorrow’s quiz than have to sit down for a three hour long study session after this.
➣   He probably sends a short excuse text after he leaves like: 
➣   “srry something came up” 
➣  But you both know that is bullshit.
➣  Kenma won’t talk to you for several days after and when you do finally get the chance to talk to him, he avoids eye contact even more than usual and only answers questions with a quiet “yeah” or “no.” 
➣  It takes a long time for Kenma to get over the situation but, eventually, he does. 
➣  However, if you ever bring it up, you can practically see Kenma willing the ground to open up and swallow him whole. 
AOBA JOUSAI
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↳ Oikawa
➣  Despite his reputation of being a Casanova, Oikawa’s life is too preoccupied with volleyball to have much experience.
➣  So, when he mindlessly swings open the bathroom and finds the unmistakable shape of your naked body behind the clear curtain not even a meter in front of his face, Oikawa’s brain short circuits. 
➣  You have barely even processed that someone has entered the bathroom when Oikawa starts stumbling over his words. 
➣  He is absolutely flustered and his voice cracks several times as he stutters out his apology before he slams the door shut a little too hard and hightails it out of your house, studying completely forgotten. 
➣  For the rest of the day he avoids any contact with you as he processes the event over and over again. 
➣ However, by the next school day he seems back to the confident persona most people expect from him.
➣  In fact, rather than looking embarrassed, Oikawa seems rather teasing when he sends you secretive smirks from across the court while you watch him practice. 
➣  If you come over to talk  when he’s feeling particularly confident, he might even try to flirt with you. 
➣  “Y’know, Y/n-chan, we didn’t get to properly study last time...maybe you should come over to my place instead this weekend?” 
➣  Once again, the two of you aren’t going to get any studying done ;)
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↳ Iwaizumi
➣  Tries to play it cool and be a gentleman.
➣  Keyword: tries.
➣  The moment Iwaizumi enters the restroom, every muscle in his body freezes.
➣  His senses are assaulted with the familiar sound of running water, humid air, and the sight of your blurry figure behind the shower curtain. 
➣  His reflexes are quick and he is quietly slipping out and shutting the door closed before you can even notice someone had entered.
➣  Iwaizumi spends the rest of your shower sitting obediently at your desk, waiting for you, with his whole face flaming while he uselessly tried to distract himself the small font in his textbook instead of the vivid imagery of what your body might look like without the curtain in the way. 
➣  When you finally exit the bathroom, fully dressed and surprised to see Iwaizumi already there you apologize for making him wait before asking why his face looks so red. 
➣  “I, uh, it was hot outside.”
➣  “But it’s winter???”
➣  “Let’s just hurry up and start studying, okay!?”
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meteorrogers · 3 years
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gravity pulled me to the ground | c. e.
summary: you and Chris are about to have sex for the first time and he’s nervous. 
pairing: chris evans x reader
warnings: fluff, making out, language, implied smut? (idk, maybe not) 
word count: 1,313 (i think)
a/n: hi peeps!! my first time writing a fic so excuse my errors and don’t be harsh please!:) or do be, i guess. anyway, i hope you enjoy this at least a little bit, let me know what you think!! :)))) <3<3
His hands skim over your hips and up your back, the hem of your shirt catching on his fingers.
“God, I want you,“ Chris breathes into your mouth, voice slightly quivering from the lust he’s feeling.
“Bedroom?“ You ask just as breathlessly and as a sign of agreement, he picks you up.
The night started innocently, even though your intentions weren’t as pure as they might have seemed. Far from it, actually. You have been dating Chris for about four months now, however, you decided to take things slow, agreeing that there was no need to rush anything. Both you and Chris had been looking for a serious relationship because the desire to settle down had been growing stronger and stronger, the only thing standing in your way was not having found the right partner. Until you met Chris. You enjoy spending time with each other, never getting bored of one another and a big indicator that you are the one for Chris is Dodger’s behavior towards you.
You see, Dodger is a very friendly dog and he likes almost everybody. However, his love for you is significantly stronger than for any other girl Chris has dated, or for anyone for that matter. And you love Dodger just as much. He gets excited when he hears your name, everytime Chris and him are playing fetch, he brings the ball to you and you gladly take Chris‘ place and when you were brushing his fur, which he hates, he didn’t even flinch!
But what surprised Chris the most was when you were lying on his couch, Chris was reading a book and you were watching a reality show (he still doesn‘t understand why you like them so much and you always tell him that watching those hilariously ridiculous people is the most entertaining thing to exist) when Dodger came up to you, snuggled up to your side and shoved his snout into your neck, your hands immediately moving to rub behind his ears as you cooed at him.
He had never done this to anyone but Chris and to be honest, he felt kind of jealous at that moment, not sure if he envied you or Dodger more. Chris just scoffed which brought your attention to the man. You’d ask what was wrong and he’d inform you that what you were doing was his and Dodger’s thing. And you smirked at him and told him that he should just get used to the competition. Shaking his head with a smile, he got back to his book even though all he could focus on was the image of the future he’d build with you playing in his head.
But, as much time as you have been spending together, and as much as you both enjoy it, you still haven‘t slept together and you were kind of hoping that tonight would be the night when you’d take that step.
Chris carries you to the bedroom and settles you on his bed which you aren‘t unfamiliar with, his kisses move from your lips over your jaw to your neck, making you moan. Your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as his hands roam over your hips and below your breasts. Not that you don‘t enjoy the touch of his lips on your neck, but he’s already spent too much time sucking marks into your skin and you want more.
“Take off my shirt,“ you breathe and he lifts his head, looking down at you and then dropping a kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, he nods his head.
“Okay,“ He sits up and you follow him, helping him take your top off. Then you do the same to his shirt.
He doesn‘t even give you time to appreciate his torso that’s littered with tattoos, his lips quickly meeting yours once more and pushing you back into the mattress. He starts kissing down your neck again, and without the cloth barrier, his mouth continues lower than before. His hand is now gently cupping your right breast while he holds himself up with the other one. However, his kisses never go to the further places that are covered by your bra and you are slowly becoming desperate.
“Chris,“ you whine, silently begging him to touch you more.
“I know,“ he sighs and lets his forehead fall to your chest. He lets out a breath and suddenly, you become confused.
“Chris, what’s wrong?“ you ask as you touch his cheek to bring his attention to you. He looks up and you furrow your eyebrows, getting more and more insecure every passing second he stays silent. Your hand falls away from his face, “Do you not want this?“
His eyes widen at that, realizing what kind of thoughts caused by his demeanor are now running through your brain and he mentally punches himself, “No! I mean yes, of course I do. I want this. I want you, it’s just…“ he lets out another sigh, his eyes not meeting yours. Your hand comes back to stroke his cheek, encouraging him to continue. “I haven’t been with a woman like this in a long time,“ he confesses. You don‘t let your surprise show even though you are kind of shocked, “I’m nervous,“ he chuckles softly and you can‘t help but smile at his shyness. “Geez, I’m acting like a 15 year old virgin,“ he rolls his eyes at himself.
“Hey,“ you urge him to look at you. When he meets your gaze, you kiss him, “First sex is always awkward. I haven’t slept with anyone in a while either and I’m nervous, too… But it’s good nervous, you know? And I’m glad I’m doing this with you,“ he seems to relax after that and smiles, kissing you again. “Besides, you’ve already made me fall hard and I don’t think one bad sex is gonna change that,“ you add light-heartedly.
Chris smirks at that, “You fell for me?“
Shit. You honestly didn’t mean to confess your love for him at this moment, or any time soon, even though you have loved him for a while now. Heat comes rushing to your cheeks and it’s your turn to look away in embarrassement, because what if he doesn‘t feel the same way? Your arms fall awkwardly to your sides and your fingers start clutching and unclutching the sheets.
“I mean… I can fall out if… you know… if you’re still standing on your feet or like… if you know you’ll hold yourself up…“ Jesus Christ, you need to stop talking, but your moron mouth keeps spitting out more nonsense, “I won’t be mad! I mean, maybe a little sad but I’m sure I’ll get over it. I think Dodger’s love might be enough for me,“ you continue to babble and Chris would stop you, but he finds it too adorable. You laugh hollowly then, „Well, I hope you let me visit him from time to time after you break up wi–“ Now, he didn’t want to hear that, so he kisses you hard to stop you from finishing that sentence.
„Don’t you dare think that I’m ever letting you go,“ he says after your lips part, looking deep into your eyes just so you know how strong the meaning of his words is. You stare at him wide-eyed, not knowing what to say, „I love you,“ he then adds and you become flustered yet again although for a whole different reason. He loves you. You are silently schreeching in enthusiasm and you can’t fight the smile growing on your face which he reciprocates.
„I love you, too,“ you finally say, still a little bit shy, but pulling him down nevertheless.
Chris is just as delighted as you and all the nervousness he felt before suddenly fades away because he realizes that there is no reason to be embarrassed in front of you and he couldn’t be more lucky. You have become his world, his future, and there is no way he’s ever giving that up.
the end
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If life gives you melons...
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Ship: Loki x F!alt! reader
Rating: Explicit / word count 5,5k
Summary: You've heard about meet-cute, how about meet-ugly? Reader has tattoos and a tongue split. There's this joke that "bisexual alt girls go looking for a girlfriend and end up with sad, tall and skinny white bois" and boy did that hit home. Inspired by this cringy video of Hiddles [youtube link].
During a panel at a comic con, Loki notices reader and they go on a date, reader gets railed: top!Loki, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, all the good stuff. Open ending, with a bonus of reader and Loki pranking Clint.
x. I usually fancy they/them pronouns for Loki but seeing as it's a smut-shot, I decided to go along with he/him for the sake of simplicity. Loki's at least 6'4 tall and you can fight me on that. Also, I write like a Tony stan - I feel the need to apologize to Loki stans for that. I love you guys! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
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The long line of people appeared to be neverending. Loki was an enhanced, as the government recently had adopted a politically correct term for Earth's non-human inhabitants, but even his enhanced endurance had begun waning due to sheer amount of people wanting a piece of memorabilia signed by The God of Mischief. Loki had gained a considerable amount of fans after doing his part in killing the mad titan Thanos and by extension, saving the world. It turned out, humankind was a sucker for a good redemption arc.
Loki's hands ached where they wrapped around the pen that he'd been using for nearly 4 hours to neatly place his name, written in neat runescript, on various pieces of merchandise that his fans (and wasn't that a strange thing!) presented to him. He used to think that he would have actually succeeded conquering the earth if he had a grasp on how to use social media and his charm; now, he just wanted the torture to end. An involuntary sigh left his mouth when he saw another print of himself in full battle gear being placed in front of him by a reasonably attractive young woman.
"Um, thank you," She stammered, giggling softly, and Loki spared her a painstaking smile, scribbling his name once again. The woman briefly caught his eyes. "Um, you're the reason- the inspiration for me. I became a stripper."
Loki blanked, feeling his eyes widen and blink on their own accord a few times. He wasn't sure if he heard the woman correctly, as the unusual statement made his brain freeze.
Loud snickering from behind the blushing woman interrupted the system error that he was experiencing in his head. It wasn't often that somebody managed to render him speechless. It looked like whoever was in line behind the stripper woman had taken advantage of that. Loki's eyes snapped to the short-haired person, who looked torn between cringing and breaking into embarrassed laughter.
The stripper left without a word, and as Loki picked up the cursed writing instrument once again, the short-haired person smiled at him kindly. "That was a little weird," They snorted, "And thanks, have a nice day Mr. Loki."
"When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic," Another woman, that appeared to be the short haired person's friend, deadpanned and gave a cynical side-eye to the departing stripper. Loki heard snickering coming from the short-haired person and quietly joined himself. The woman noticed it, winking at him as she collected the newly signed t-shirt. "Bye," She smiled kindly.
It was a split second decision, really. Something about the cheeky way she addressed the situation sparked Loki's interest. "Wait, you forgot something, darling," His baritone called out to the departing woman. She turned around, confused, and hastily grabbed the standard issue photo that he was holding out to her. With a final grateful nod, she smiled and left.
If Loki's smile had returned for the time being, none of his teammates made any remarks on it. Only his brother, Thor, gave a couple of knowing looks to the Asgardian sorcerer.
The woman in question didn't think twice about the photo that she stashed in her backpack along with the signed t-shirt. The Comic-Con had been full of people and the lines were unfairly long. The sheer exhaustion after attending a 3-day long convention had set in and she was eager to simply come home back to her apartment and crash on the nearest soft flat surface. Upon arrival, she did exactly that, flopping down gracelessly on the couch, her backpack landing next to her with a careless thud.
Unloading her trophies was a short time affair: a single white tee with a dozen signatures on it, written in what she hoped was waterproof Sharpie; one mug, shaped like an Iron Man helmet; one poster, showing Spider-Man on a picturesque NYC horizon and a signed photo of one Loki. Strangely enough, she did not remember requesting it - not that she was complaining. Free merch was free merch.
The front side wasn't signed whatsoever. Overcome by curiousity, she turned it around. A phone number was written on the back of it, the handwriting neat and the letters obviously being inked out by a thinner, more sophisticated pen than the one Loki had used for scribbling on the tee. The woman gaped silently, not believing her eyes. Did Loki himself had given her his phone number?
One margarita and a hefty helping of Chinese takeout later, the numbers persisted staring back at her mutely, the neat cursive being almost mocking in its quiet. The woman's smartphone had found a comfortable place right next to the photo, equally mum regarding the unusual situation.
An additional margarita was needed to gather the courage required to actually type out the number in the receiver box. Fruity alcoholic concoction in one hand and phone clutched in the other, the woman's eyes squeezed shut tightly as soon as the dreaded "Hey, got your number today! :)" read delivered. She'd typed and erased the message several times, groaning in embarrassment. How the hell does one approach an alien god?
"Hello! May I ask your name?" The response came after a brief moment - a moment the woman had suffered through by taking too haste sips of her drink, her common since screaming her to not overdo it and wait at least a full minute before replying. Everything felt awkward and misplaced.
In no time, she was sending the screenshots of the conversation to her girl-advice group chat that consisted of her closest friends. Chatting with Loki turned out to be surprisingly easy and he was great at upholding conversation, something that couldn't be said about all those Tinder matches she had had back in the day.
Even if using proper grammar during a text message conversation was something she had to reacquaint herself with, she was glad he wasn't just another boring, shalllow, condescending-ass white boy. Despite the cultural differences and his lack of knowledge of things like pop culture and music - something he said he was working on since New Asgard became a sovereign state on Earth - they bonded over music and tattoos and generally being rebellious against society's standarts.
The invitation to dinner didn't come as a surprise for the woman. She agreed happily, looking forward to continue their conversation outside of the internet - if Loki's part of the chat was anything to go by, not only was he charming, but also quite intelligent. And easy on the the eyes, too. They had traded selfies at some point and the Asgardian didn't look any worse in a hoodie and sweatpants than he did in his battle leathers. Loki had appeared to truly have had integrated into Earth's society.
The night of the date, the continuous text exchange did very little to calm her nerves. Loki texted as much as an overeager teenage boy: every now and then he would double-text and grossly overreact to her sending a simple meme. In fact, he smugly conveyed the fact he'd single-handedly started a meme war between the Avengers and even Steve was forced to participate; something that was, allegedly, out of character for the blonde man.
She didn't mind. Not like she had many friends to have so much fun with. Even if it took her twice the time to do her favourite eyeliner style, it was worth it. She hoped Loki would appreciate the bold, but classy make-up and the dress and shoes combo that accentuated her assets. Her date expressed curiousity about her tattoos and the difference between her preferred style and the humans he spent most time with. She guessed secret agents were not particularly fond of anything that made them memorable so she held out quite the hope for... Showing off some of her tattoos in a more private setting.
In other, simpler words, the woman came in prepared for both a friendly, leisurely stroll and a quality night. Either way, it would be a time well spent.
Loki's shiny, raven hair was impossible to miss as he towered over the rest of the people waiting by the restaurant's entrance. He wore tailored black trousers and a simple cashmere sweater, perfect for the evening's damp, cool air. Tall and lithe, Loki was mouthwateringly handsome.
"Come here often?" She wormed her way through the crowd, causing the man to smirk down at her. Her cheeks flared from the tiny gesture alone.
"Just waiting for a friend," Loki uttered lowly, extending an arm towards the woman, which she gracefully accepted as they made way towards the entrance. "Reservation for Loki," The Asgardian stated to the hostess, who, after a rapid doube-take, led them to a private, secluded area in the back of the restaurant.
Loki shouldered the slightly awkward interaction with grace, paying no mind to the girl. His focus was solely on his date and he was nothing but gallant as he took the woman's purse and held out the chair for her to comfortably sit down. As a prince, he was taught well, she mused.
"Usually I would ask 'what brings you to our little ball of water and dirt?' but I think we can skip that part," The woman stated with a sheepish grin, idly flicking through the menu and curiously eyeing the items that were unfamiliar. The desire to try something new fought with the possibility of accidentally ordering something too far out - like snails or other things that rich people fancied, for some reason.
Loki's greens briefly appeared over the top of his menu, grateful and sparkling. "I think it's best if we do just that," For a second, he looked away, before returning to the menu. "I can think of better things to discuss. I recall you didn't finish telling me about that college friend of yours, who was an anarchist... I'm dying to know..."
The waiter came and went, barely noticed by the pair, as they both poked at something that sounded the most familiar for both of them. Stoically, Loki admitted that Tony Stark did the booking for him and the woman reluctantly acquitted she wasn't very familiar with upscale establishments, being of middle-class background and working a middle-class job.
Interrupting the story she began telling hours ago, the woman took the time to point out the things she was familiar with on the menu and advised Loki to stay away from - like the aforementioned snails, and other things, slimy and salty things that she considered to be 'disgusting but rich people liked it for some reason'. The conversation slowly progressed into Loki telling her the mischief he got up to at the feasts Odin threw. The Asgardian shared the woman's disregard for influential people doing gross things to show off.
The food was good - it was really hard to miss with a traditional Italian lasagna - and seeing Loki shovel an obscene amount of food was an experience, but she didn't comment on it, tactful enough to consider his alien biology might have different dietary requirements that her human one. It was great, really, that she could order dessert and not feel guilty about it.
The gelato melted in her mouth like sweet ecstasy and she moaned with her next bite, only partly aware of how obscene really was the noise.
Loki's hand stuttered on it's way to his mouth. Wide-eyed, he stared at her lips, at her mouth, where her tongue lapped up the small drops of dessert from the spoon. "Why the split tongue?" The Asgardian finally gathered his wits, having had a good look of what he was sure was a trick of the eye at first.
She grinned, acutely aware of the effect that particular body modification had on men. "I like being different. I embrace the weird." She giggled, not at all ashamed, sticking out her tongue and wiggling both parts of it teasingly.
Loki's Adam's apple bobbed; "Weird?" He raised his eyebrow, fighting to maintain his previous cool composure.
She nodded. "Weird," She retorted coyly. "I usually don't divulge the details at least until the third date. Wouldn't want to scare my potential suitors off," The playful wink was the proverbial cherry on top. He was hooked, his eyes darkened, following the plump arch of her lips as she took another spoonful of the treat and savoured it, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
It was pornographic.
"Obviously, Midgardians don't know what's good for them," Loki scoffed in his usual bored monotone, fully aware of how fitful his attempt to conceal his excitement was. He sounded needy even to his own ears.
"And you do?" She pushed away the empty plate, chastely patting her mouth with a napkin. The raised eyebrow and the little smirk spoke volumes.
The grin he wore was hardly anything but feral; he asked for the waiter's assistance by flicking his wrist in an impatient fashion. Once the bill was paid and the woman's cardigan found its rightful place on her shoulders, Loki once again took hold of her arm, this time holding her smaller body against his larger one, taking care to slow down and keep his strides shorter.
She found the coolness of his presence refreshing in the moist, heavy air of the New York city.
"Where to, milady?" Loki asked her, looking down at the woman fondly.
"My place is a block away. Walk me, good sir?" She gave a delightfully easy smile in return.
He nodded, letting her lead the way, allowing himself to get a little bit lost in their shared presence, a little bubble of them in the middle of a busy city. It was as if someone had quickly turned down the volume of the honking cars and noisy pedestrians around them, leaving the soft breeze and the sun slowly descending below the skyscrapers. It felt far too short, partaking in the comfortable silence together, skin tingling under the thin layers of cloth where they were touching.
The sun was trapped in the strands of her hair as she smiled at him from her doorway, worrying her lip between her teeth. It was a bittersweet moment.
"A kiss good night for the good sir?" She asked hopefully, eyes darting between his face and his mouth.
Loki obliged, resting his palm flat on the door frame, towering over the woman as he gently slotted his thin, cool lips against her warm ones. The woman stood on her tippy toes, eager, placing a hand on his chest. The pair melted into the kiss - it had no business being this mind-blowing, brain-freezing for two people that have not met until that very day. The woman didn't refuse when Loki probed with his tongue, requesting entrance to her mouth; she licked into his own with fervor, fisting her hands in the soft fabric of his sweater.
With the hand that was free, Loki pulled the woman flush with himself, feeling the heat of her start a fire of its own inside of him. Her breathing rapid, the gesture only served to tighten her hold on his sweater, until a soft, barely audible moan slipped into his mouth, causing his brain to quickly reassess the situation.
Regretfully, Loki pulled away, clearing his throat. "Perhaps we should take this elsewhere," He meaningfully looked at the array of doors around them.
"I thought you'd never ask," She retorted with a fond eyeroll, tightening the grip on his sweater once more, to pull him inside her apartment and shut the door behind her. The awkward moments were few and in between; neither knew who reached for the other first, mashing their mouths with less grace than before, clutching at the other's arms and hips with hunger.
This time, Loki didn't hold back his own muted groans of satisfaction, shivering when the woman's hands snuck under his sweater and the simple tank top he wore underneath. Blunt nails scraped along his abs.
Step by step, she pushed him further inside her apartment, determined in her small quick strides. There was no mistake of their destination; no mistake in her desire: she was as hungry and as impatient as him. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, long arms extending to unzip the top of her dress to reveal a simple but tasteful black lacy bra covering her breasts. The woman barely noticed the action, stepping out of her dress as soon as it hit the floor.
He admired her. Inches of soft skin covered by intricate ink, some patterns bizarre and complicated, some beautiful in their simplicity. Loki couldn't wait to find out about the meaning behind every one of them, to trace the lines with his tongue and sink his teeth into the heated flesh.
The hands that were holding onto him for dear life tugged on his sweater and he chose to simply vanish it, too preoccupied with looking at the view in front of him. She gasped and her eyes met his: uncanny, magnetic emeralds shone with magic and power and desire.
"Fuck," She more mouthed than said, walking backwards in a trance until her shins hit the bed.
Loki grinned, advancing on the panting woman with the grace of a predator. "Darling?" His tone was innocent; his expression was anything but. His large hand encompassesed the side of her face, thumb running over her bottom lip in a possessive gesture that had her squirming in her place. He loved the way she just melted into his touch.
Their lips met again, slower this time. The kiss was once again graceful and unrushed, allowing them to explore the softness of each other's skin, mapping the arches and valleys with gentle strokes of their palms. The broad expanse of Loki's back was uneven, riddled with scars and blemishes, and she mapped every single one, blunt nails raking down it as she pressed into him, arching into his hands where he held her.
The soft flesh of her ass, barely covered by a scrap of black lace, was shamelessly grabbed - the woman didn't doubt there would be marks left - letting her feel his arousal pressed against her belly, hard and twitching. She didn't resist her desire to ge handsy and palmed it, taking note of the gasp and the twitch coming from the man occupied with the clasp of her bra. In no time, it flew away, forgotten somwhere the very moment Loki's palms took over her breasts, running a careful thumb over each nipple.
"Fuck," She parroted her previous statement, equally breathy and considerably more aroused.
"That's the plan," Loki's chuckle was hoarse.
She huffed, biting her bottom lip before reaching out to swiftly pop the button of his trousers, smirking at the hiss the friction of her palm produced against his cock. It shouldn't have surprised her that Loki was a commando kind of guy, but still, she gasped, partially from the ministrations of his clever fingers, partially from the mouthwatering sight in front of her. The thick, flushed length made saliva gather in the corners of her mouth.
He must've heard the audible swallow. "Not so haste, darling," He tutted, giving her relaxed body a gentle push, causing her to land on her back, heated skin against the soft duvet of her bed. "Let me taste you," A thud; Loki had dropped to his knees, using his large palms to spread her legs, opening her up to his eyes.
If his previous work hadn't made her so pliant, so aroused, she'd have been rendered speechless; instead, the woman arched her back, presenting herself and the desire that had pooled down below. The Asgardian chuckled, fingertips soft against the scratchy lace.
"Tease," The woman moaned, outstretching her arm to guide him but quite unable to reach him. She had to settle for squirming in her place, receiving a fraction of the desired traction against her swollen lips.
"Am I, love?" Loki asked her sweetly, caving enough to dip a single finger to run along the outside of her slit. It glided easily thanks to all the moisture gathered there, lips parting easily before his touch. The panties were vanished away promptly, another finger joining in immediately to rub slow, precise circles around her clit.
She keened low and long, fisting the fabric in her hand until her knuckles turned white. Loki knew what he was doing. It didn't take him very long to slide his long digits to the welcoming heat of her opening, dipping them inside until she began to make the noises he so craved. His mouth followed after that, long agile tongue drawing senseless shapes on the inside of her labia and dipping deeper, where her clit stood out engorged and slick.
He could smell the bittersweet of her arousal, mouthwatering and hot.
"Loki, fuck," She moaned, only half-coherent and partially aware of her own hips following his every stroke, every flick. He only advanced, hitting that sweet spot inside her with every stroke; the sparks traveling up her spine quickened with each time she changed his name like a prayer. "Loki, Loki, Loki..."
He growled, attaching his mouth firmly to her clit, and she arched for the final time, coming undone, squeezing around his fingers and gushing in his mouth, the obscene sounds covered by her own scream of delight and his impatient growling. The growling that sent shivers of aftershocks throughout her body.
"Darling, you taste so sweet," Loki groaned, still panting.
She took the time to open her eyes: Loki looked comically out of place in her bedroom, he dwarfed her bed and made her feel small, but it didn't matter at all at that very moment. His erection stood out hard and proud; despite the leg-shaking orgasm just moments ago, she wanted more, she wanted to taste him, she wanted to feel him inside-
With unsurprising agility, one swift motion was all it took for her to rest comfortably against the pillows, his throbbing member resting against the juncture of her thigh. She tasted her own release on his lips, however brief, whispering a weak, "Please," aching to feel the emptiness.
"As my lady wishes," Loki's cool breath ghosted over her cheek. She waited with baited breath until the tip of his manhood breached her, exhaling a moan into his neck and immediately wrapping her lips around a patch of skin as he stretched her so sweet.
Loki's arms shook slightly as he waited for her to adjust. He kissed her, soft and sweet; there was something vulnerable in him, something as sweet as the ache he'd taken away. Once he began to move, slow and fluid, all there was left was an all-consuming need to feel. As graceful as dancer and with a deadly precision, Loki pounded gasps, moans and screams out of the woman's slack mouth, kisses turning hungrier and sloppier by the second.
"So sweet," He cooed, relishing in the snug grip of her cunt around him.
She only keened in approval, too far gone and unused to the intensity of the feelings from a man with centuries of practice and the power of a god.
His thrusts slowed gradually until he was rutting into her, grinding his pelvic bone into her clit. The gasps and screams turned into drawn-out, longing moans; her hips followed his, meeting in a slow, sensual motion.
Loki was not a patient man. He withdrew - she gasped in protest - flipping the woman over on her fours with ease, taking but a split second to admire the curve of her body presented on display for him. Just for him.
With that thought burning in his mind, Loki sheathed his cock deeply inside her spasming cunt. It was nearly unbearably stimulating and only his own desire to prolong the bliss held back his own impending orgasm. That, and his own ego; he was naught if not a generous lover.
She slurred something, quiet and incorrigible, fucking back onto his cock as eagerly as he was plunging into her heat. The hand he'd placed on her shoulder promptly wrapped around her throat in hopes of lifting her close enough for him to hear the words but instead, it sent a full-bodied shiver throughout her. Loki grinned, tugging her that much closer.
The arch in her back looked quite uncomfortable yet she didn't mind; it was the exact opposite, in fact, her cunt tightened around him, drenching his shaft down to his balls. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his thigh, the sting of pain going straight to his cock-
"Loki, I'm gonna, I'm gonna-" She slurred, gasping for air.
He weakened his hold on her throat enough to let her gulp the so-needed oxygen. It was her undoing: was it the rapid pace of oxygenated blood traveling to her brain or was it his cock, mercilessly pounding against her g-spot - she was violently spasming around his cock, much like she did around his fingers not too long ago.
It felt like ages, her crescendo coming in waves with no signs of stopping any time soon. Loki's continuous thrusts, his hips slamming into hers, her skin feeling like molten lava.
"Gonna fill your sweet cunt with my seed," Loki moaned lowly, holding her up by the throat, the other hand leaving fingertip-shaped bruises on the outside of her hips. "Mark you from the inside out," His voice had gone into primal territory, growling filling up the room.
"Please..." The woman rasped, oversensitive.
And he pleased, with a series of sharp thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt in her, the force of his release making her shudder and moan once against, going limp in his arms. Loki kept her in her place until every drop was inside of her cunt. Nothing was sweeter than that.
The Asgardian didn't bother with getting under the covers to hold her, conjuring a soft, comfortable throw in modest green, to cover their nudity. He didn't need the extra warmth but his companion was by far more fragile and sensitive to these things- Loki's fingertips traced the array of bruises he'd left in the wake of their passion, expression surprised as he found the woman smiling.
"Feels nice," She supplied meekly, eyes half-lidded, face trusting and open towards him.
He gave a small grin in return, placing a chaste kiss atop her head. "Yes, it does, darling."
Time after time, she didn't expect much out if their date. The sex was nice, nice enough for both of them to want seconds and thirds after their rushed first time - but it wasn't like she expected him to hand around. It was a pleasant change from the usual mutual ghosting she'd done with her previous partners, but Loki had texted again and they had resumed their conversation via text like nothing had happened.
No, that would be incorrect. Now, she had a wonderful friend who was a great conversationalist and an even better lover. There was no pressure to put a label on their relationship so the woman didn't bother with it; it didn't seem like Loki cared about the label, either, so she left the topic alone and enjoyed things the way they were. It wasn't like she had a line of suitors anyway.
She couldn't help the smile that creeped onto her face when she unlocked her phone and saw a video call request from other than Loki himself. She still had thirty minutes worth of lunch break to waste and this was a wonderful time to chat with a friend.
"Stark, hand it back or I swear to Norns-" Loki's voice sounded agitated and far away, accompanied by sounds of a struggle; the bearded, smug face on the screen was not who she expected at all. Only years of customer service and low bullshit tolerance combined stopped her from freaking out seeing none other than Tony Stark smirking at her from the screen of her phone.
"Yes?" She arched an eyebrow, taking note of the anger of Loki's tone.
"Hi, I don't think I need to introduce myself," Stark babbled, eyeing her - disheveled and with a wall full of sticky notes and miscellaneous items acting as the background to her video. "Reindeer games refused to show you to us so we decided to persuade him," Tony's grin grew wider, muted whispers being rapidly exchanged in the background all the while Loki screeched "BROTHER!" and various expletives at the top of his lungs.
"You could've, I dunno," She paused, unimpressed. "Asked me to dinner, like a normal person. Instead of stealing, you know, like a thief," The eyeroll that she performed had the team worried her eyes would fall out of their sockets.
"I merely borrowed his phone, don't be dramatic," Stark huffed, and for a moment, she could see various other people trying to look at the screen and by extension, at her. "So, what is it that you do? Because Smurf over there wouldn't..."
"Oops, bad signal. Sorry, can't hear you properly," Her side of the call suddenly shook and in a moment, she ended the call, not at all willing to deal with people that lacked boundaries. Sure, it might have been Iron Man, but if he was planning on being a snooping asshole, she wasn't gonna go down with that easily.
Exactly five minutes after she had clocked out, an incoming call from Loki had her equal parts excited and mortified. What if..? But he was apologetic. And very angry, swearing in his native language - something that he'd promised to teach her at some point.
"So, Clint did it?" She sipped her beverage, strolling home with the phone pressed snugly against her ear.
"Most of it was his fault, yes," Loki grouched on the other end of the call.
"I vote we get back at him. Invite me over, if he's so inclined to see me, and watch him get humiliated in front of everybody," It wasn't a secret she had her own mischievous tendencies.
"As much as I appreciate your vigour, darling, I doubt the Widow will appreciate you verbally castrating the Hawk in public," He replied sourly, his voice still betraying the faint notes of interest.
"I have a backup plan!" She stated without a hitch. "He'll embarrass himself and I'll be your alibi."
"I'm listening," Loki perked up immediately.
They decided to not to stall and schedule the 'family dinner', as Thor himself dubbed it, for the next available weekend. Loki had made sure Tony's AI had been made aware the trickster would be gone all day, and it took him very little magic and effort to pop in and out of the tower for the five minutes that were needed to execute their prank.
His friend barely managed to keep the snickering at bay as they ascended the elevator to the common floor where the dinner was being held. Not only that, but the woman spouted an area of dark purple love marks, barely obscured by the low turtleneck of her blouse.
She made her introductions and they made theirs. "This affair could use some background noise," She remarked off-handedly, casting a meaningful glance at the TV.
Tony Stark was known for being a great host so he entertained her wishes, flicking on the huge flat screen with a flick of his wrist.
The team froze.
"I... -" The woman stared at the screen, mouth hanging wide open at the scenes that played out. "... am not going to kinkshame, but please turn it off," She stated in a small voice, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away from the mass of tentacles commencing erotic assault on a woman's body.
Wordlessly, the TV shut down, immersing the room in stunned silence. Loki face-palmed, the slap of his palm against his face echoing in the eerily quiet room.
"Loki!" Captain America, red as a tomato, instantly accused the most obvious person.
Except, he had forgotten one thing. "Loki was with me all day," The woman replied, unkindly. "Do you need more proof?" She tugged on the hem of her turtleneck, exposing an inch of skin marked blue.
The good Captain's face changed the shade once again, venturing very well into beetroot territory. "Who was the last one to use the TV?" Rogers asked, now with a hint of anger, as he stared at a guffawing Bucky.
"I believe it was Mr. Barton," The AI piped up, mechanical voice sounding almost insinuating. Or, perhaps, it just appeared that way.
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