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lemon-boy-stan · 6 months

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May I request Childe, Kaeya, Diluc, and Thoma with a tsundere s/o who is trying to work up the courage to tell the guy that they love him for the first time?

Tsundere reader telling Genshin men "I love you" for the first time

Tsundere: Tsundere is a Japanese term for a character development process that depicts a character with an initially harsh personality who gradually reveals a warmer, friendlier side over time. The word is derived from the terms tsun tsun and dere dere.

Genre: fluff! Enemies to lovers. Warnings: none. A/N: anon asked for Thoma, but I haven't met him yet so I'll do my best!! Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma. Also, apologies, I didn't realise these would end up being so long. Hope you like it anon!

DILUC

Honestly, you both hated each other. Diluc was not the kind of person who got close to people. He didn't look fondly upon rule-breakers either, and you just seemed to bring trouble with you everywhere. His fondness for you, however, grew over time, in battle, where you'd come running to him for help.

Of course, despite your snarky remarks to him, Diluc never minded saving your butt. "Master Diluc, always such a show-off," you'd tsk loudly, making him grin and roll his eyes. "Of course, I'm only a show-off for you, my dear." Diluc would attempt to kiss your hand. You'd grab his wrist, flinging to the ground.

It didn't help. Diluc was helplessly in love with you. And what Diluc wanted, Diluc got.

You'd been feeling differently towards the man, but you didn't know what it was. He made you laugh, more than you wanted to, he made you extremely shy, he made your cheeks all red. It was only in battle did you realise what you felt.

A surge of panic shot through you as Diluc fell to the ground, sword clattering. You let out an elemental burst, defeating the remaining enemies, running to his side, lifting him up. "Master Diluc, no! You can't die now. You can't. You can't die, I love you." Tears falling onto his face.

Diluc stirred, smiling up at you. "I'm sorry, my love, say that again?" Smirking, making your ears go red. "I will throw you off this cliff if you ever do that again!" You shrieked at him, pulling him close and hugging him. He laughed softly, "I highly doubt you'd ever be able to throw me."

KAEYA

The Cavalry Captain. He was the most annoying, insufferable person you'd ever met. And he seemed to THRIVE when annoying you. He knew you could probably beat him up if you tried hard enough, but that didn't stop him from challenging you to duels and fights (much to your despair, you always lost in sword-fighting).

You thought Kaeya was just naturally competitve. You thought your persistence in trying to do better than him, impress him, was just because of his personality, not because you liked him. Soon, your friendship, or rivalry, turned into a relationship.

Most of the time with your friends when you'd bicker, it was always the two of you joking around. But this time, the argument blew up Angel's Share. "For the love of..." Diluc rolled his eyes, "can one of you just tell me what's going on so you stop causing a scene?"

You puffed your cheeks, eyes watery. Kaeya rolled his eyes too, "she's overreacting, as usual. It's perfectly fine. She thinks something will happen to me, but it won't, I always end up lucky." You crossed your arms, making a loud, defiant noise.

"I don't want him to go!" You shrieked, glaring at Diluc, "it's too dangerous and he'll get himself killed and I -" Diluc cocked his head, amused. "Yes, Traveller?" You bit your lower lip, not daring to look Kaeya in the eye. "And I love him," you whispered. Diluc's eyes widened. There was a loud crash next to you and you jumped. Diluc grinned, covering his mouth to hide his laughter, "I think my brother loves you too."

Kaeya had fallen off the stool, and was lying on the ground.

CHILDE

There was just something about him that made him punchable. Maybe it was his daring personality, his lack of care, his flare for rule-breaking. Or it may just be his face. Anyhow, whenever the two of you were together and whenever he let out a "hey, girlie" from his mouth, you'd put him in a headlock or kick him in his crotch.

This apparently did not stop him from being helplessly in love with you. Often Tartaglia found himself reciting ways to ask you out in the mirror. And, when he enacted on them, often you'd punch him.

And although you would never admit it to yourself or anyone, you'd grown a strong fondness for the boy, a crush even, and you finally had the courage to ask him out.

Pretty soon, your relationship was in full swing.

Childe went out of his way to spoil you, bringing you the best foods, taking you to the most expensive places on dates. It was on one of these dates, where he truly shocked you, presenting you with a gift that was so beautiful you cried.

"Archons, Childe!" You gasped loudly, for once at a loss for words. Tartaglia bit his lip, "why? What's wrong? Do you not like it? I can return it..." But you shook your head, letting out a defiant noise, putting it on. "No! I love it so much. I love you so much, Ajax." And Childe almost fell of his seat as he stuttered out the words, "I love you, too."

THOMA

It was obvious. A little too obvious. Anyone and everyone knew, even you. Thoma was, undeniabally head over heels for you. And you? You despised him. He was just trying too hard!

He was always coming with you on commissions, following you around since the day you met so much that your friends had called him your shadow. It was only when he saved you in battle did you finally feel something for him.

"You're so rash," he murmured, placing bandages on your arm. You giggled softly, feeling a bit drowsy and silly from the medicine. "You're so cute, Thoma!" You giggled, booping his nose. He scrunched his face and you giggled again.

"I love your hair," you sighed dreamily, "mm, love when you look after me all the time. Love when you save me, love... love you... Love Thoma soo much!" You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth at the last part. Thoma froze, shell-shocked. You giggled again, pulling him close. "Oops! I um, I didn't mean to say that!" Pressing your lips against his.

He chuckled, "mm, and I'm sure you didn't mean to do that either, honey."

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

I'M SORRY THESE WERE SO BAD AND CRINGE 😭😭😭

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thebestandrealestever · 9 months

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NOT YOU TOO PART 2!!

1610 miles morales x black fem reader(?) hobie brown x black fem reader!

part 1: https://rb.gy/bfwe9

warnings : cussin, use of n word, rebound(?)

sum:hobie kinda 🤭, miles tried to apologize. a/n: HEY BOOKIES LMK IF YAAL LIKE IT, PSA : READER CHOOSES HOBIE/HERSELF!!! SOSORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVENT BEEN FEELIN THE BEST!!

the next morning u woke up alone, to a note on your nightstand that contained : “i had a late night mission wish i could’ve stayed longer. i seen your ig story, tryna pop out with me already pretty?” you pick up the note and smile as you read it then dropped your face in your hands you remembered the events of last night. sighing as you open your phone to 1 new text message from “hobie 🎸” 10 new text messages from “my boy 👦🏽.” 20 new instagram dms from “miles morales”. 3 new text messages from “gwen” 35 new instagram dms from “margo kess.” 20 new story reactions from instagram. you audibly groan at all the replies but what did u really expect, one day u were in the happiest rls and the next you flicking up w a new nigga. before reading all the messages you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at how tired you looked. your eyes rimmed with red from all the tears when hobie was asleep. even though he hurt u, your feelings didn’t just go away in a night. you took a long shower to digress, once u got out u finally checked your phone. through the sea of apologies, “can we talk”, and margo bein confused asfc the only message that matter to you right now was “pav’s throwin a party @ 9, wanna go?” kicking your feet when u flopped onto the bed you replied “yea, pick me up .” it was only 1pm, so u had the whole day. you called margo to come over and when she did you asked her about the party. “hobie invited me a to a party tonight” you said like it was nothing as u we’re getting in the car on your way to the mall. “WHATTT?? wait is it pav’s party?? cause if it is yk miles AND gwen gon be dere.” you rolled your eyes at their names “they can be there idgaf, i’m going to dance on my man and have a good time. i don’t know nun bout that.” margo wheezed and got out, as you both were shopping for outfits amongst other things you needed. when you got from the mall it was 6:30 giving u 2 hrs nd 30 minutes to get ready. margo decided to get ready at your place so you told hobie that she would take u and u guys would just meet there. after you got ready u n margo took a pic, posting it on ur ig story “pregaming w my fav 👯‍♀️” was the caption and miles slid up almost instantly “what party? pavitrs?” you laughed at how desperate he sounded leaving him on read. when you got there margo ditched u for her man, leaving you to roam the halls under blasting music and harsh color changing lights. you and margo had smoked a blunt before you came so you were a lil buzzed. as you scoured the house for a familiar face you were met the one you wanted to see the most, you strolled up the hobie looking up at him. “hey, why u wallsittin?” you quipped at him before joining him on the wall, he sipped whatever concoction was in his red cup and laughed, lowly and raspy. “was waiting for u” he glanced over his shoulder down at you and your stomach did flips u couldn’t even do. you pull out your phone and take a picture of y’all two captioning it “🫶🏽🫂.” and again miles slid up on sum more bs.

“wtf (name)?” you showed hobie the text and he huffed. after you put your phone back into your pocket you grabbed hobies hand “dance with me baeee” he didn’t say anything back but just followed you to wherever everyone else was dancing. miles irking ass mustve been looking for u cause you saw him out the corner of eye so you just turned the other direction and continued swaying w the fine nigga behind u.

MILES POV!!

“(name) won’t fucking respond, gwen doesn’t mean anything to me. she was upset ab-about her dad! and i was tryna be there for her. i don’t love her i love (name) with everything in me. i would never hurt her. and hobie really? his big lanky ass is built like a deep breath. he stay plotting on my relationship.” miles said out loud to his empty car trying to convince no one but himself. he scrambled his mind for an excuse but it always came to one thing. “shit, how i do that to her. why would i do that to her.” he opened his phone to 5 new messages from gwen. he didn’t read any of them just replied “it’s over, i don’t love u. and i don’t wanna see u again.” he went on instagram to pass time, clicking on your store first he saw hobie, ‘this nigga again ima beat the fuck out of his wide neck ass.’ he thought while getting out of the car and walking into the party. he talked with ganke and 42 miles before seeing u, and him. y’all made eye contact before he saw you turn around. ‘this nigga MUSTTTT wanna get fucked up, why he all up on my girl??’ he said under his breath as he walked up to the pair, “i need to talk to u.” you and hobie stopped dancing and faced miles, hobie looked him up and down and put his arm around your shoulder while miles acted like hobie wasn’t even there. “we have nothing to talk about.” the bluntness in your voice made miles eyes lower. “please baby l-“ “don’t call me that.” “please. let me explain” miles put his hand on your arm with pleading eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you first met, when you first kissed. he saw your face soften and he let go of your arm. hobie saw your face change too, as he turned around and you were about to follow him hobie grabbed your hand with a ‘are u sure?’ look, you smiled at him and he let go allowing u to catch up with miles.

he lead you to a secluded room and closed the door. when you turned on the lights the look on his face made you sympathize with him, his eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line. you decided to speak up first, “you really hurt me. ian done nothing but be good to u. why would u do that?” you say trying not to let your voice betray you. he snaps his head up at you hanging on to every word moving closer to you to make damn sure he didn’t miss a single syllable. “i love- i loved you miles. why didn’t u just be straight up and say u didn’t wanna be with me anymore.” you say refusing to look at him, especially in the eye. knowing if you did your mind would betray you. “i don’t know. i love you not her. i promise. remember our first anniversary? i told you i would never hurt you. but i did, i fucked up a good thing and im so sorry. you gave me a piece of your heart and i wasn’t careful with it like i should’ve been. like i will be. i need you princess, my pretty pretty princess. please.” he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him, he almost sounded sympathetic..?

YOUR POV!!

could he mean it? could he be sorry? your eyes softened as you looked into his own. you didn’t want to fall into his trap that was his gaze again, but you couldn’t help it. you never could, “i can’t trust you miles. i didn’t give you a piece of my heart, i gave you the whole thing. and i guess she did too, but you can’t hold two hearts in one hand.” u say breaking your face away from his hand, you were not going to let miles see you vulnerable again, he doesn’t say anything. “i think i need to distance myself. you don’t love me, and i refuse to put myself in the position to get humiliated again.” you say pushing past him to open the door as he stood there humiliated. his eyes filled with tears and he left the party, not wanting to see anyone. you walked back to the main room your throat burning as you held your tears in. you spotted hobie and said to him quietly “can we go?” he only took your hand and led you outside through all of the people. as you got in hobies car you texted margo, “hobies taking me home, text me later.” she didn’t reply probably because she was dancing or doing whatever w her bf “what happened?” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he drove to your house. “miles tried to apologize or whateva.” you said softly trying not to cry. hobie’s heart skipped a beat, he had feelings for you and if you went back to the same boy who messed up such a perfect thing, he was gon blow the top off this bitch. “yea? whatchu say back?” he say rubbing your thigh trying to play it off but it was really eating him up inside. “i told him i couldn’t be with someone i didn’t trust.” you say to him looking at him as his face relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “that’s good, you deserve so much better. you deserve everything.” he whispered the last bit but you heard it all too clear. you widen your eyes before turning your head out the window. “are you hungry? we could go get something to eat whatever u want.” “i think i just want you to go home with me.” you said turning your head to look back at him, u could hear the grin in his voice,

“okay pretty. let’s go home”

#black reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #hobart brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #black fem reader #margo kess #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar

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scary-event2369 · 6 months

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Yandere CEO (One-Shot)

This one takes just a bit longer to get to the spicy scenes, but you get to see him in a more “dere” form before the “yan”. Word Count: 2560

Warning: Not proof read, very shitty writing ahead. (wrote this in one sitting again)

Content: Fem Body Reader (No gendered/pronouns used), age-gap (yan is 36 reader is 24), public sex, dub-con, minor hair pulling, breeding mention at the end, the yan is just a tiny bit aggressive

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“Let me take you out for dinner,” my boss said, leaning on my desk looking down at me. His casually rolled up sleeves revealed well-defined, muscular arms. I greedily looked at them, trying not to be too obvious. Prying my eyes from his arms and my work, I looked up at him. His beautiful dark brown eyes met mine. The CEO, Daniel Li, was the head of the largest security and protection company. He was extremely rich and extremely good looking. With his tall stature, sun-kissed complexion, an enchanting, pearly-white smile, and full lips, he exuded charisma. He was twelve years older than me, but it didn’t show in the slightest. He had that mature older look to him, but to think he was thirty-six years old was off to say the least.

“Why? What’s the special occasion?” I asked him slightly confused. I was trying to think if I missed any big sales he did, but nothing was coming to mind. “It’s been one year since you’ve became my secretary,” He said, still looking at me with those dark chocolate eyes of his. “We must celebrate.”

“Has it really been a year?” I asked him, a little bit amazed by how quickly time passed. “It feels like just yesterday you showed me my office,” I laughed a bit.

His gaze softened a bit as he kept looking at me, “Yes, already a year,” he said gently. “Please let me treat you to dinner.” I thought about it for a second. I really had nothing to do at afterwork, and I wasn’t in the mood to cook anything…

"Sure, why not? I'm up for it," I replied. His eyes brightened, and he said, "Fantastic! I'll pick you up at seven. Make sure to dress fancy.” Dress fancy? Was working here for a year really that much of a special occasion? I thought. However, I kept this to myself and simply nodded, glancing at the clock. It was nearly five o'clock, almost time for me to sign out. “That sounds good,” I told him as I began to gather my things, “Are you going to tell me the restaurant or will this be one of your many secrets?” I joked He let out a deep chuckle, “You know me so well! It will be a secret for now, but trust me you’ll enjoy it.”

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We arrived at the restaurant,and describing it as fancy would be the understatement of the century. It was easily the most elegant, posh looking place in town. I did as he said and chose the fanciest outfit I had, but I still felt underdressed. "Mr. Li," I uttered, my eyes widening as I took in the breathtaking building. "I know I said it was okay that you’re taking me out for dinner, but this place is just too… extravagant." Turning towards him, I realized that he was already fixed on me. His attire, usually professional, had been elevated to a whole new level. “Trust me my little assistant, you deserve this,” he said, parking the car. He quickly got out and went over to open the door for me, offering his hand. "You're truly the best assistant I've ever had, and it's only right to treat you to something extraordinary."

I sighed, knowing that once he set his mind to something, he was set. "Alright... but don't let this become a habit. I might get spoiled," I quipped, accepting his hand as I stepped out of his sleek black Aston Martin.

He gently squeezed my hand as he guided me toward the entrance. I could have sworn I heard him murmur, "I want to spoil you," but I might have been mistaken.

Then again, maybe I wasn't wrong at all.

The moment we stepped inside, I was completely overwhelmed. I’ve been to fancy restaurants for business purposes but this was a whole different level. I wasn’t even listening to her as I was just so caught up by the interior before me.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. Soft yet elegant classical music was playing throughout the building, it was mixed with the soft hum of conversations. The carpet beneath our feet exuded a deep, almost regal shade of blue, complementing the chairs that appeared to be very comfortable.

"Are you alright?" Daniel's concerned voice pulled me from my entranced state. I hadn't even noticed the hostess gesturing towards our table. My cheeks flushed as I replied, "Yes! I'm sorry."

His laughter accompanied us as we followed her to our table. Only when we were seated did I realize that we were still holding hands. I quickly let go. “I can’t be holding hands with my boss! This is strictly professional!” I screamed at myself internally.

Daniel's expression dropped, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment the moment our hands stopped touching. However, the hostess, who presented us with menus, diverted our attention.

“What do you think you’re going to get?” He asked, his disappointed look gone as he was going through the menu. It was hard, everything seemed so good it was seemingly impossible. “I don’t know, there are so many good choices,” I said, analyzing every single item listed. I glanced at the price tag and felt my heart drop out of my ass. “Everything here is so expensive! I really would feel bad if you paid it all.” He chuckled, his response laced with warmth and sincerity. "Don't worry about the price. I'll gladly treat you to whatever you want."

I was about to protest when our waiter approached. He appeared to be of a similar age to me and had a charming, welcoming smile. "Hello. I'm Zach. I'll be your waiter for this evening. May I start you off with any drinks?" I returned his smile, saying, "I'll just have water, thank you." Zach jotted it down and then turned his attention to Daniel, as did I. His blissful looking attitude was long gone, he had that cold and somewhat annoyed look as he glared at the waiter. “Water,” he said coldly. The waiter nodded, casting a wary glance in my direction, likely due to Mr. Li's intense stare. "I'll be back with your waters shortly," he said before walking off quickly.

I turned my attention to my boss who had a displeased look on his face, “Are you alright?” I asked him, my voice laced with concern. This seemed to be enough because his face brightened up again. “Yes! I am fine, my little assistant.” I chuckled softly at his sudden change of mood, “That’s good! I thought I did something to displease you.” He quickly shook his head, “No! You could never do anything to displease me,” he said swiftly, yet sincerely.

Playfully rolling my eyes, I returned to looking at the menu. "Yeah, sure." Mr. Li chuckled, his eyes still fixed on me. "I really mean it. You're the most perfect person I've ever met. You're the only one who's ever met my standards." His compliment made my cheeks flush even more. "I-uh, well, thank you, sir." He was still smiling at me, “You can just call me-” Before he could finish his sentence, the waiter returned with our drinks, and my boss's mood soured instantly. “Here you guys go. Are you ready to order?” He asked, looking between us again. "I'll have the Steak au Poivre, medium rare," Mr. Li replied with an almost eager tone, as if wishing the waiter away. “Oh! I’ll have that also,” I told the waiter as I handed him my menu. He smiled at me and our hands brushed as he collected the menus. "That's a great choice; you'll love it," he said, still gazing at me as he walked away. I turned to Daniel, who appeared even more pissed than before. "He seems nice," I mentioned, taking a sip of water. This darkened his expression further. "Do you like him?" he asked, his voice low and threatening. Confusion overcame me as I met his intense gaze. "Uh, I guess so? He seems like a good waiter," I responded hesitantly. This was clearly not a good answer because, suddenly, he took my hand and basically dragged me to the male’s bathroom.

He quickly brought me into a stall, trapping me between the door and him with his big arms. He was glaring at me, his breathing heavy. “S-Sir?” I stammer out confused. He quickly shut me up by pressing his lips against mine in a deep aggressive manner. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to let out a surprised yelp. This made it the perfect time for him to push his tongue in my mouth, wrapping it against mine. I groaned at the sensation, only then did he pull away, our swollen lips and the trail of saliva connecting our lips being the only thing. I was going to say something before he grabbed my cheeks, squishing them. “You’re good at riling me up,” he said, his tone deep and smokey. His breath was rigged as he peered deeply into my eyes, “The way you looked and talked at that guy… it seems you want to make me jealous.” I was confused, riling him up? “Sir, I don’t know-” he cut me off by connecting our lips again in another long and possessive kiss. My hands went to his chest clutching his jacket as he continued the kiss. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. After a moment or two he pulled away again. “You’re pretty eyes should only look at me. I must be the only one who you pay attention to,” his voice was still dark and stern.

He let go of my cheeks, trailing his hands down my sides. I shiver at his gentle yet aggressive touch. He bent down, pushing his face deep into my neck. “You’re intoxicating,” he murmured as he started to kiss my neck. “Sir, I don’t think-” he bit my neck causing me to stop and let out a small yelp. “Don’t call me sir,” he demanded, his voice was commanding “Say my name… call me Daniel,” he continued to pepper my neck with kisses and nibbles. My hands went from his chest to his dark hair, running my hands through it, completely messing up the put together look he had. “Daniel,” I whispered out, trying to hold back the moans. I felt him smirk against my neck as he pulled back, turning me around. “Put your hands on the door,” he commanded. I did just that and lifted up my dress, pushing my panties aside. “Good job,” he whispered in my ear, his hand gently caressing my ass before gently going up and down my soaking folds. “You’re so wet, just from my kisses?” he laughed momentarily. He then paused for a moment before he smacked my ass hard, causing me to whimper and my knees to weaken momentarily. “Unless it’s from that waiter… Did he make you this wet from a smile?” His tone filled with anger and jealousy. I shook my head, “N-no of course not,” I said breathlessly. He grabbed a handful of my hair as he inserted two digits into my greedy hole. “Better not be, because this body, this pussy is mine,” his tone was aggressive as he started to move his fingers hard. My knees weakened more as I let out loud moans. The empty bathroom filled with the noises coming from both lips. It echoed making the whole thing more embarrassing, yet exciting. “I can't take it anymore,” he growled as he took his fingers out of me, to unzip his pants. His shaft was twitching, rubbing against my entrance. “D-Daniel wait,” I whimpered, we needed to think about this! He was my boss and I was his secretary. This would never work. He didn’t care though, he shoved his manhood inside me. I let out a long and loud moan, he let out a couple grunts as well. “Shit, you’re tighter than I expected.” He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving.

He started off as slow, warming me up to the sensation of him being deep inside me, however it didn’t take him long to be ramming into me, hitting places I didn’t think was possible. I was moaning loudly from the pleasure, “What if someone comes in?” I managed to ask between the pleasure I was feeling. He laughed as his hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusted over and over again. “If someone came in and saw you like this, I would strangle them with my bare hands.’ He kissed the back of my shoulder, “Only I'm allowed to see you like this.” I blushed, it was a bit scary since I knew he meant it, yet it turned me on more. “You clenched around me more when I said that!” he laughed between groans as he sunk his cock deeper into me. The force he was going at his balls smacked against my sensitive clit causing me to whimper and moan more. It didn’t help he kept pleasuring my g-spot, it was obvious he was skilled in what he was doing.

The force at what we were doing caused the stall door to open, luckily he was holding me so I didn’t fall. Instead of closing the door and continuing, he brought me to the sink. I put my hands on the cold porcelain. “What are you doing?” I moaned out as he started to pick up the pace. “Look in the mirror,” he demanded. I shook my head, too embarrassed to do so. He grabbed a chunk of my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror. “Look at yourself as I fuck you.” The expression I held was one of pure pleasure, my eyes were droopy, and my lips were parted open. He smiled as he could tell I made eye contact with myself, “You’re so fucking hot.” I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure building up, I wouldn’t be able to take much more. Daniel let go of my hair to grab my cheeks again, forcing my head up and my eyes open to look in the mirror once more. This time I got to look at his face, he was smiling, it was clear he was feeling just as good as I was. “Come on, look in the mirror as you come over my dick,” he growled, kissing my cheek. I moaned as I looked in the mirror, finally releasing all over his cock causing my knees to buckle and lean onto the counter more. My walls pulsated around him, causing him to come soon also. The thick white liquid reached me deeply. It seemed like he didn’t want to pull out. “You would look so pretty swollen with my kid,” he muttered as he slowly pulled himself out, kissing the back of my head. He fixed my panties before the mixture of our juices could leak out onto the floor. I was still panting as I looked in the mirror once more, meeting his gaze. He smiled at me, clearly happy and not in a mood like before. “Let’s go, we don’t want our dinner to get cold.”

#yandere #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere #yandere ceo #ceo yandere #yandere one shot #tw yandere

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rmoonstoner · 9 months

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Lucky Dip

Miguel O'Hara x fem!mutant!reader (Gambit's sister, co-leader of the Thieves Guild.)

Warnings:

18+, size kink, size difference, chase kink, pie eating, p in v sex, cream pie, biting and scratching, mentions of blood from the biting and scratching, pain kink, praising the reader, teasing, slight rope bondage(webbing)

Mutant powers were chosen at random, using a 20 sided dice, 3 times. Speed, teleportation, and luck. Seems fitting for the sister of the gambling cajun, Gambit.

Note:

As it's a one shot, I didn't bother with forcing Miguel to say shock. In this, he swears like a normie.

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Something definitely was not right in the Thieves Guild. Your brother, Remy, had been training new recruits for the past two weeks. Normally that wasn't a problem, but the X-Men had called out of the blue and specifically requested his assistance. They actually requested both of you, but you weren't too keen on going with him after the last time.

The last time you went, Hank had taken every chance he got to see if your luck was as infinite as Remy had claimed. He and Logan even picked up the habit of doing the Speed Ball special to you, without warning, or just outright throwing random shit at you to see if they could hit you.

As fun as it was being tossed around like a rag doll, it wasn't exactly the type of attention that you wanted.

So, with Remy leaving for whatever mission the X-Men had, that left you in charge of Friday's last class of the day. Then hopefully an entire weekend of lounging around, eating the stash of goodies while your brother was away.

"Now 'member, cher, dere's a big guy on da new recruits roster. He's very strong, an' he's as testy as Logan. Be careful 'round 'em." Your brother cautioned as he subtly pointed at the large man in a white jacket, a pair of glasses on his nose. He was calmly drinking a tiny cup of espresso, all by himself in the cafeteria. He just looked grumpy, a lot like Logan.

"I'll be fine, Remy. You worry too much."

"I mean it. Try not t'get yourself killed, cher. He didn't like it one bit when I hit on 'em. He threatened t'slit my throat if I ever did it again, so maybe you just dun leave him be. Has sharp ass claws, and he has dis sticky shit dat he shoots out of his wrists." Remy said with a froen. You could see he was obviously upset at being turned down and threatened.

"Shut up. You're just salty he refused your advances. Unlike you, I don't make it a habit to hit on the new recruits, or my teammates." You remarked as you jabbed him in the chest. Remy feigned a shocked and innocent expression while putting both of his hands up.

"It's not my fault dat I was born a ten."

"Wow. What the fuck, Rem? It's hard for the members to take you seriously as a leader when you're always such a salacious slut. I can only imagine how insufferable you are when you go work for the Professor."

"You're just jealous Xavier asks me for help, and not you." He said and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

"I think you're jealous that the recruits listen to me better than they listen to you. Sure, exploding shit is cool and all, but I can drop-kick them into any dimension of my choosing because I can teleport! And because of that, I got to go hang out with the Avengers. They are on a higher tier than the X-Men." You gave him a sassy response and he snorted and looked away.

"Ugh, sometimes I tink Kurt would've been a better sis den you. At least he don constantly undermine my authority."

"Kurt talks shit about you behind your back, you saucy wench. He prays for your soul every night. Now that's bad if a priest prays for you, nightly." You shot back and he huffed. A second later, he started to swear up a storm in French as he searched his pockets.

"You alright?"

"I can't find my cocaine. I jus' put it into my coat pocket dis mornin'…"

"Good. You don't need the drugs. You remember what you did the last time you went over to the school with that shit?" You said and Remy just crossed his arms and pouted.

"Xavier forgave me."

***

The class had started, and you weren't surprised to see all the students, except for one, at the back of the class. The one at the front was the guy your brother had warned you about. He was huge, and he looked very grumpy. You decided to just teach a few basic pickpocketing techniques, and hopefully no one would get hurt.

"You son of a bitch!" One advanced student, John, was mad that the new guy hadn't followed the basic rules. Instead of stealthily trying to steal something from John's pocket, the new guy simply lifted John up by the ankles, turned him upside down, and shook him until his pockets were empty. Now John was struggling in the guy's grip, kicking and swearing. You went over and sighed.

"Okay, enough. Put him down. John, take the rest of the class out of here. I need to speak to this guy." You said firmly and the guy dropped John and stood back with his arms crossed while looking exceptionally pleased with himself. John took the others out of the room as he glared at the new guy. Once they left, you turned to look at him.

"What the fuck is your deal, buddy?" You asked as you leaned against the wall.

"John was trying to take my watch. No one touches my watch." He simply said, arms crossed.

Your eyes went to his wrist, seeing a fancy and very high tech looking watch that you would see Tony Stark, Reed Richards, or Hank McCoy wear. You raised a brow and slowly looked at the arm it was on.

He had massive arms and legs, a muscular torso, thick neck, and his face was pretty. You were one hundred percent certain that he had abs for days under that tight fitting white coat he was wearing. He was fine as hell, and you understood why your brother was disappointed that this guy told him a resounding 'No.' with a capital N.

"The whole point of the exercise is to steal something undetected. He would give it back when the exercise is complete. We don't attack our own people for following basic training orders, and we have a code of not stealing from fellow guild members"

"I didn't attack him. I stopped him from stealing from me, then I promptly liberated his belongings."

"Look, that's not how we do shit here, man. Our whole shtick is steal in secret from the rich and undeserving. Not shake the change and drugs out of The Spot." You scolded him and rolled your eyes.

"That's a stupid hero name. Who names themselves 'The Spot?' Sounds as lame as he looks."

"Right. What's your name, anyways?"

"Miguel O'Hara."

"Do you have a hero name? And please don't say Spider-Man, there's already two of those."

"Uh…" He stalled for a moment as he looked away.

"Right. Gotta work on that, then. What's your background? Like, human, Mutant, or…?" You asked while looking at his red eyes, sharp claws, and his funky looking vampire fangs.

"I am classified as a mutate. External forces caused my powers to develop." He said as he explained exactly what his powers were.

"Was it an accident?"

"Sort of. I did this to myself. I was trying to find and antidote to reverse a drug addiction to a drug that once you stop taking it, you die. My boss drugged me, hoping to black mail and keep me on payroll. When that backfired, I fled. That's why I am here. I want to destroy his business and take everything he holds dear." Miguel now looked very angry, with both fists clenched.

"Well, you're not gonna get very far acting like a bag a rabid Wolverines. My brother also doesn't take too kindly on people disrespecting him or myself, or the others he has put in charge of the Thieves Guild." You explained as he shifted and gave you an unreadable look. It was almost threatening.

"Look, Miguel, I don't give a shit if you wanna be here for revenge purposes, but while you're here, you will work as a team with everyone else, or you can get the fuck out of our hair." You said angrily and he tilted his head, a large grin forming on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

You suddenly got an idea, and you gave him an evil smirk. It was his turn to be worried and intrigued.

"Tag, you're it. Catch ya later, loser!" You declared and slapped him exceptionally hard on the ass, then darted out the door.

Miguel snarled and was off, chasing after you.

You ran past a few members, warning them to get out of the way as you hopped up the side of an empty elevator shaft and clambered up. About half way up, you could hear the hollow thuds of the metal at the bottom of the shaft, and it was loud!

Not only was it loud, but the vibrations shook you off balance. You almost slipped as you watched Miguel bound up the shaft after you effortlessly.

Your eyes went wide, and you quickly exited the elevator shaft and ran down a few hallways, then came to the stairs and ran down to the next level, and into another room. After, you teleported down to the main training room. There, you crawled up into the vents and found a shortcut to get you up to the roof. Once at the top, you waited for Miguel by watching the spot you came out of. You remembered your brother saying this guy had a good sense of smell, so you figured that he'd be a while since you teleported.

"What are you waiting for?" Miguel's voice surprised you.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ!" You hissed as you turned around to see him hanging upside down from a billboard. You promptly backed up, tripped over your own feet, and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Miguel had caught you and was now hunched over your body on his knees.

How did he find you? You were fast, teleported, and had luck on your side. Why the fuck did Lady Luck just suddenly decide to fail you now?

"Guess this means I win. What's my prize?" Miguel said smugly as he leaned down, his face just a mere inch away from yours.

You felt everything heat up as you became very aware of how he was perched over you. He was between your legs, both of his massive arms around you. One hand was firmly on your ass, his fingers grasping you tightly, while the other was holding your neck, fingers on your sensitive pressure points. His torso and hips were flush against yours, feeling like a perfect fit

"Oh, uh…" Your face went hot as you looked away nervously.

"You know, you're hot when you're angry. Even sexier when you're speechless." Miguel's voice rumbled as he forced you to turn your head, then he licked your lower lip. You sucked in a breath and felt him push his hips forward a bit.

So many things raced through your mind at that point. How unprofessional this man was. The audacity of this man that was pushing his huge and hard length against your aching core. How he was daring to do this, to you, the sister of the leader of the Thieves Guild.

And how fucking dare his sexy perfect face be that God damn smug.

He was pretty hot. Like, hot enough to give your brother some serious competition. Remy would not react well to not having any of the attention on him…

But it was nice to have some attention you actually might consider for once. Plus, you were suddenly feeling exceptionally horny.

For some reason.

"You know. I don't like your brother. At all. I honestly don't see how you're related. But you… I like you and I think that I deserve something good for catching you. I was told you're uncatchable." Miguel husked as his hand grabbed your hair and he yanked your head back. You hissed as his mouth smoothed over your throat. You went rigid and squeaked as he licked a line down the column of your neck to your collarbone. You squirmed and wriggled as a small moan escaped you.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Miguel hummed as he thrust himself against you. You whimpered and rolled your hips in return, which made him chuckle darkly.

"I'll even make a deal with you. You let me have a taste, and I'll be a good boy for you. I will listen to your orders without question. I won't cause trouble, and I'll even let your playboy brother continue to have his pick of the dating pool." As he spoke, his nose nudged alongside yours. You could feel his lips right there, barely touching you as he breathed hot air into your face. He smelled like spicy coffee and mint.

That wasn't all you could smell.

You could smell something else. His cologne or aftershave. It was woodsy smelling, with a hint of something floral. You smelled the deodorant he was wearing, which surprisingly smelled like fruit. Then the cleaners he used for his clothing, fresh lavender.

All of those smells were intoxicating, comforting, and most definitely arousing. So arousing, you decided to say fuck it and go for it. You deserved it. Remy be damned if he didn't like it.

Instead of answering Miguel, you bucked up and dove your hands into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. You could hear the groan come from deep in his chest as he returned the kiss with much enthusiasm. You pulled on his hair as he moved down to your chest and started to pull at your shirt. Luck decided to spare each button and seam as Miguel tugged it off violently.

He growled when he didn't find a bra underneath and he was quick to find and suck and tug on your nipples with his teeth. You whined loudly as he kept thrusting his pelvis against yours. The way he was doing it was specifically for your benefit, using your groans as cues on where you needed the friction the most. You were almost at the peak, but it wasn't enough.

You suddenly turned the tables and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. He gasped as you grabbed his coat, then teleported it away. Next went his shirt, and you stopped when you saw his hero uniform underneath.

"You weren't kidding about being one of them Spiders." You said as your hands smoothed over the silky smooth fabric.

"I'm not a liar." Miguel purred, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them as he pushed up with his hips.

"Unlike my brother. That's a good trait to have. I like it."

"I have other good traits."

"Really? Such as?"

"I've been told I have a mean tongue punch." He said with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his fangs. You blushed and grinned.

"Oh…" You were very intrigued. Miguel returned your grin, his large hands smoothing up and down your sides.

"Si, la Diosa Fortuna." He husked back in Spanish. You loved Spanish, and his voice was absolutely perfect for it. You found yourself grinding down hard, loving the size of him and how he held you against him.

Again, everything was turned upside down, with him hovering over you. You gasped as his hands came down, hooking his fingers into your pockets and yanking them down your legs. He threw them somewhere, you didn't really care where, and he growled when he found your bottom matched the top, too.

No underwear.

"Dios mio…" Miguel's eyes went red once he saw you bare. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and hide, but he was quick to place both palms flat on your thighs to keep them spread for him.

"Mierda… Tan Bonita…" He hummed and leaned down to have a closer look, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his breath met with your heated skin. You could hear him inhale and groan.

You tried to sit up, but he grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head. He grinned and tsked at you as he gave you a slow grind. Another groan came bubbling forth from your throat and you suddenly felt him let go, leaving something warm and sticky on your wrists.

What the..?

You tried to bring your hands up to inspect them, but they were stuck to the concrete. You almost panicked, but Miguel soothed you by gently stroking your thighs. His face slowly dipped down to just under your breasts, placing gentle, feather light kisses to your cold feeling skin. You exhaled slowly, feeling his hands glide down your stomach and to your hips, placing kisses where his fingertips touched.

"I saw you the first day I got here." Miguel rasped as he licked your left hip and squeezed the right with his hand.

"You were busy with Remy, and a few others, playing Poker…" Miguel grinned and looked into your eyes.

"And the smug look on his face as he hit on the guy you were clearly enamored with…" He went on as he switched sides, kissing and licking at your right hip.

"It made me mad, that he didn't respect you enough to leave the guy alone… Even madder when the guy reciprocated his flirtatious advances…" By now he sounded angry, but his touches were still gentle and purposefully focused on your pleasure.

"Which is baffling to me, since you were letting your brother win the card game. I saw your hand. It was the highest the deck can hold, and he was bluffing with a pair of twos…" He whispered loud enough for you to hear as he hoisted one of your legs up and put some of his webbing on your ankle. He did the same to the other leg, then connected the two, before finally chuckling at his handiwork.

"And I absolutely loved how that flipped the petty switch on in you. Your body language changed just enough for me to notice that you weren't letting him steal your crush aaand the win from you." He smirked and ducked his head under the makeshift rope, so it and your feet were now behind his head, the backs of your knees draped over his shoulders. He sighed and kissed your thighs as his hands cupped your ass, giving it a hefty groping.

"You slammed those cards down, glared at him, then took his comical looking little sack of treasure. I enjoyed seeing the joy drain from his stupid purple and black eyes as the dude that you two were flirting with tried to switch back to you, only for you to throw the cards in his face and vanish. That was wild to see. You know your worth, and that's so fucking hot." Miguel spoke between wet sloppy kisses all over your thighs and hips. He seemed pleased with the small yelps and gasps that came from you.

"You make such pretty little noises… And I haven't even had a taste of your sweet nectar yet… Which, by the way, smells irresistible…" He purred out, face getting right close to your core.

"I want to hear you make a lot more noises for me…" Miguel hummed, right before he went in for a teasing lick.

You felt your breath catch as his tongue slipped along your wet hole. He made a deep groan as he pressed his face closer, shoving his tongue inside and wriggling it around. The action was so sudden, you bucked. He was prepared for that and he held you down firmly as he licked upwards and rubbed his nose into your clit.

"Ah, fuck! Miguel…" You kept trying to move your hands, frequently forgetting he had them bound.

He hummed and moved a hand down between your legs as he moved his tongue up to your clit, sucking it in between his lips while his fingers quickly replaced his tongue.

One finger slid in easy enough, but it was a large finger. He probed and prodded you, then slipped another inside to scissor them until he found that sweet spot that would make you arch and moan.

He felt so good!

"You taste so good…" He mumbled while slurping at your clit, fingers slowly stroking your gspot.

You whined and squirmed more, hands making fists, face scrunching up in ecstacy as you peered at him through half hooded eyes. His tongue swirled up and down, pushing in and lapping at your sensitive bud. Your knees shook, eyes rolling back as you arched even more for him.

Just a little bit more…

Miguel decided that now was a good time to pull away. You groaned in disappointment and thrashed a bit to let him know you were displeased with him suddenly stopping. At least he kept his thick fingers inside of you, but he refused to budge them. He looked you in the eye and grinned while he slowly licked his lips and fangs.

"I want more of you." He leaned in and husked into your ear. You felt a shiver ripple through you, right down to your throbbing cunt.

"Miguel… Please… Stop teasing me…" You softly begged him as you clenched around his fingers. He hummed and nodded, then proceeded to wriggle his torso between your legs, so your roped up feet would stay wrapped around his waist.

"What do you want from me, hermosa?" Miguel asked while he slowly undid his belt and pants. Your eyes carefully watched him while you subconsciously licked your lower lip.

"Show me the rest of that fucking suit of yours. Please?" Your voice was full of need as you struggled with your confines.

Truth be told, you could break out of them, if you wanted to, but the thought of being dominated like this was thrilling. Miguel was proving to be quite the asset, because he was exceptionally great with that mouth of his. He hadn't even poked you with his teeth, thank the Gods. You could even swear his tongue was longer than a normal person's should be.

Miguel smirked at you and he shucked his pants real quick with a kick behind him. That left him standing in that blue and red. Your eyes raked down his form once more, going wide when you saw the bulge between his impressive thighs.

"I take it you like what you see?" He purred as the suit slowly crumbled away into a fine holographic dust, leaving him naked, aside from his footwear. Every muscle, curve, and dip was on display, and you groaned as he reached down to cup your face. His other hand gripped his leaking cock, and he pressed it against your opening, sliding it up and down your slick folds.

"Yes…. Please?" You gave him a pleading look as you lifted your hips, trying to encourage him to slip inside.

Miguel's eyes narrowed, hand slowly going down your body to your dripping center. He pressed his thumb over your clit and began to push himself in bit by glorious bit. You sucked in a deep breath as the head of his cock sank deeper and deeper, and quickly exhaled as he pushed himself to sit fully inside of you. Your mouth was wide open, eyes nearly shut with tears leaking down your cheeks at how much he was stretching you.

"Mierda… So tight… So wet…" He hunched down to whisper in your ear as he patiently waited for you to adjust and give him the go ahead. You controlled your breathing, feeling him whisper his praises as he gently stroked your thighs.

"So good… Your pussy feels so good… Amazing… You can take it…" His voice was rough and low, almost gravelly as he nipped your neck just behind your ear. You whined, moaned, and gasped as he dragged his fangs along your skin. He felt you flutter around him and he drew back just enough to look into your eyes.

"Miguel, please… Please, fuck me…" You breathed out as you ground your pelvis into his. Miguel groaned, his hands going down to grab at your backside, pulling you up as he sat on his knees. It was a bit awkward with your hands still stuck to the roof, but it was worth it with how much deeper he seemed to fit.

"Si, si… Just hold on…" He replied and then started to thrust in a heavy rhythm. He was testing to see how you felt and you answered him with a groan and writhed as he went harder. You could hear how wet you wet for him.

"You like that, yeah? Being fucked like this?" Miguel growled as he increased the pace. You weren't able to reply as he slammed hard against that sweet spot. You could only moan loudly and you came. You convulsed as he chose to keep pushing against that spongy mass of nerves.

Miguel was quick to stimulate your clit once more as he went faster, drawing another orgasm from you too quickly. You shook, thrashing as you yelped. He adored the noises you made, how you whined for him as he hit that spot especially hard, or how you gasped and barely could breathe when he decided to push you tightly down against the concrete and drag himself especially slow, teasing you.

"Such a good girl… Can I come inside?" He groaned as he went in and nudged his nose against yours.

"Y-yes… Oh Gods… P-please… Please fill me…" You managed to reply between strangled breathes and drawn out moans. Miguel grunted and his lips crashed against yours as he hungrily kissed you and started to go even harder.

You felt him pulse and twitch the closer he got. You couldn't do much but wriggle in his grasp as he moved on to your neck sucking and licking your skin. His teeth dug in a bit more as his claws gripped your hips, both just barely breaking the skin.

"So good… Gonna fill you…. Fuck…" He mumbled feverishly as he worked his pelvis hard against yours, making sure to rub your clit as he pushed in all the way. His teeth sank into your flesh, claws digging in as his cock spurted a thick load and painted your walls. You felt how warm it was, the rush of his fluids as he kept coming, pumping more and more into you. It got to the point where you started to feel it leaking down your ass, pooling under you as he started to move once more.

"More… One more…" He mumbled and kissed you hard. You could taste your blood on his lips as he dove his tongue in and amped up the speed of his hips again. You groaned and started to yelp as he fucked you hard a fast.

"Your hands… Scratch me…" He was desperate to feel your hands on him again, so he reached up and slashed the webs, freeing your hands. You quickly brought them down to his shoulders and dug them in, causing him to hiss out a loud moan.

"Like that, harder…" His voice cracked as you did what he asked and dragged them down to his ass, leaving angry lines in your wake.

He shuddered and suddenly twisted your body, and you heard the sound of the webbing snap at your feet. He somehow got your left leg straddled with his, with your right being put over his shoulder, one of his arms holding it in place, all while keeping his throbbing cock inside of you. He panted hard as he pushed in, somehow getting it deeper with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, so deep, Miguel, fuck…" You panted as you watched his face, with him damn near snarling as he looked at you intensely.

"Gonna put more come in ya… Gonna… Gonna…" He started to trail off muttering in Spanish as his movements got sloppily. He brought a hand down to rub at you, his face turning to your leg, tongue licking a stripe from your ankle to your calf, his eyes never leaving yours. You dug your fingers in harder, pulling him in closer as the obscene squelching noises got louder along with your moans.

"This is the best pussy I've ever fucking had…" He managed to get out, before the Spanish came spilling forth in a jumbled mess. His face twisted into sheer ecstacy as he slammed into you hard and released another fat load into you.

This time you got to see his expression as he came. He was gorgeous and sexy as his brows furrowed, eyes shut with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was divine, with him chewing on half of his lip, one fang hanging over it. His nose was crinkled just a bit, and his cheeks were blushed out on his lovely cheekbones.

He looked like a marble Renaissance statue of a God.

You felt yourself let go again, coming hard along with him. He made a whimpering noise as you clamped around him, and he brought you both to rest on his back, you on his chest. You both stilled, only the sound your heavy breaths filling the night air.

"Wow, that was amazing…" Miguel murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You hummed and snuggled in a bit closer.

"It sure was. I suppose you're going to rub this in my brother's face when he gets back?" You asked. He chuckled and patted your ass.

"That depends "

"On what?"

"If he tries to hit on me again, I'm definitely gonna rub it in his face, along with the fact that I stole this from him, and he didn't even notice." He grinned as he dug into his jacket beside him and showed you a small gold pill box. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.

"Miguel! You didn't!?"

"Sure did. Took it while he was busy smooth talking that brunette with the white streak in her hair. She saw me take it from him, too, and she didn't tell him. Dunno why."

"Oh, her? That's Rogue. Remy has the hots for her, but she keeps turning him down. She can't touch anyone without sucking the life from them... That, and something about him being too sleazy for her or something."

"Oh man, if he doesn't wanna be called sleazy, maybe he should stop hitting on anything with a mouth. I guess I'm doing him a favor, then." He laughed. You rolled your eyes, but knew he was right.

"True. I think he won't ever stop being a horny menace, even if he manages to find a partner."

"Being a horny menace isn't so bad."

"Are you for real, right now?"

"Well I think being a horny menace is okay if it's with one person all the time." He said with a charming grin, those fangs making him look extra alluring.

"Miguel, what are you implying?"

"How about dinner, tonight? Before Remy gets back? I know this amazing little place that has the best Jerk spiced fried potato wedges, and fantastic Belinis."

"A date? That's what you want from me?" You asked, a little surprised he wanted to see you again.

"Yeah. I like you a lot, and you're fun."

"You know what? Sure. Your tongue punching game was very convincing."

***

Note:

I wrote this while in an edible stupor over a few days. When not high, I was at work, escaping my duties by writing this trash and waiting for the floors and the laundry to dry. This was not proofread.

Also, I did not write the reader with the same Cajun accent that Remy has because:

1. That's too much work for a one shot.

2. I envisioned the reader to be biologically related through blood, and were separated young enough for her not to share the accent, but you can disregard this and do you.

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NSFW Alphabet with Shuriri x Reader! (+18)

y’all really loved the shuriri headcanons so here are some more! i’ve wanted to do the NSFW alphabet for some time and now i cannn ehehhe

now this is a poly couple so i’ll be talking about riri x you, shuri x you, AND riri x shuri because they was fucking loooonnggg before the meet you in my headcanon so enjoy!

warnings; obviously sex, overstim, crying kink, squirting, public humiliation kink, smothering kink, mention of tribbing 👀, joke about a p*ss kink (it happens so fast yall chill out), rough handling, breeding kink, name calling, bullying kink, lab and public sex, vibranium strap, and brat taming.

tagged readers (thanks for the support, don’t forget to reblog !!) : @vlkyriesverse @noneofyabuisnezs @imshurisbabymama @widowmakker @rxcently @playgurlxoxo @verachii @lovelyaliengirl @yani-dere @xellabrownx @chidinma @lunax0654 @kiraecl1pse @xoxo-dede @shurisbbymama @natsgirlfriend @prettymuchboodup @imlame23 @shurishoe @blackgcomica @atssukoo @birdbirdbirdbird123456878900

A = Aftercare (What’re they like after sex?)

they’re both gods at aftercare, having taken care of each other for so long. riri likes to talk you through it, make sure you’re all the way calmed down and shuri likes to bring you water and hot towels while you recover.

they both use the green light system, and you guys do have a safe word that’s very rarely used. (it’s the word black)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part)

ass, ass, asss!! they both love a nice butt, but riri more especially; what can she say she’s from chicago! riri will do whatever she can to fondle, grope, hold, or just even touch your ass wherever she can.

she also loves your neck, not just because she’s at the height of it, but because it’s so sensitive. right where your ears start to your gorgeous collarbones, she leaves hickies on it whenever she can, often complimenting her work with a smirk when she sees you wear a sweater despite the comfortable 70 degrees outside

on shuri, riri likes her arms, they’re so toned and strong and one time after a mission went wrong she fucked everything she had into riri who couldn’t walk for the next few days, but all riri can remember is how easy it was for shuri to hold her down and stay in place.

shuri absolutely loves your mouth. she likes sucking on your lips and holding your tongue against her. she’s all for spit and slobber because to her it means she’s doing good and you can’t hold back; she thinks you look prettiest when your mouth is wide open when youre cumming and you’re drooling too.

she also loves your breasts. much like riri, she’ll take any and every opportunity to handle them wherever she can. she’ll come up behind to give you a hug, which always results in her groping your tits usually playing with your nipples and letting the flesh run through her fingers

now of course, shuri loves riri’s thighs, fuck does she love her thighs. shuri was eating riri out once and riri had cum over and over and at that final orgasm, she was practically smothering shuri who didn’t let up. when she finally let go, shuri said breathless, “i would die between your thighs if you asked me,”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

it’s their life goal to make you have a fulfilling orgasm, mostly because you tend to cream and squirt, which they both love. they love lapping up your cum too with their tongues, fighting over who gets more sometimes.

you and shuri both looovve making riri cum all for the sake of her noises, her deep baritone moans and her gasps and breaths sometimes can tip anyone over if she’s stimulated enough. riri doesn’t (or hasn’t with y’all) squirt, and her cum is usually pretty watery thin and long and sticky and it ruins the sheets but fuck it’s so hot to see, when her clit pulses and her entrance squeezes around nothing and she’s lets out “fuck, fuck,” over and over again.

the queen’s orgasms are something to behold. shuri isn’t as loud during sex compared to you and riri, but when she’s cumming, she’s fucking cumming. her eyes will roll back and her jaw will tighten and her thrusts will get sloppy and she’ll let out a sexy drawn out curse in xhosa that you’ve both come to the conclusion means , “i’m cumming, fuck” repeated over and over. her cum is a little bit more milky like yours and it’s just so so fucking sweet like she’s been dipped in cocoa. you and riri can’t get enough.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

riri loves it when she’s put in her place, she loves when someone can tell her what to do and fucking mean it. you and her have tried it before, shuri giving you some tips, and fuck, the orgasms you both had were incomparable to anything like it before. you both try to switch it up every now and again but usually she’s telling you what to do.

shuri loooves public humiliation, and it’s definitely a secret because she doesn’t share at all. no one should see riri or you the way she does but if she could make you cum in secret in a room full of people? oh she’s taking the chance of a lifetime. riri told you about the one time shuri had set her kimoyo beads to vibrate against her and while holding her hand against riri’s lap, the beads moving silently against her clit until she couldn’t take it and had to leave the meeting. riri was fucked about 6 times that night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

surprise, riri is more than shuri! riri is late in her sophomore year when she starts dating shuri, and by then she’s got about 5 or so bodies under her belt. all women, all fine, and all cumming harder than they can ever remember. it was a well known secret around campus

and even though shuri doesn’t have as many bodies (mostly because of the snap bc we know she would’ve been hoeing for real) she’s a fast learner. the two girls she has fucked threatened to leave the country if she didn’t continue a relationship with them, and well, they left. shuri had no intention at the time for such commitment. she met riri later that year and something clicked, the rest is history.

F = Favorite position

easy; for riri she likes you on her lap in missionary. she wants to see your face and the pussy she’s pounding into. she wants easy access to your neck so she can bite and the ability to grope your butt as she thrusts into you.

when y’all are tribbing, youre on top of riri. she loves seeing you lose your balance and hold onto her tight thighs and gasp above her it’ll make her come in a heartbeat.

shuri loves loves loves backshots but not as much as she does cowgirl. if you two aren’t sharing a vibrator, the stimulation from you bouncing on her dick drives her insane, seeing your tits move up and down and you dig your nails into her abdomen is gonna get her everytime.

shuri and you rarely scissor but when you do, of course she’s on top. she likes the control of being on top of you, seeing your head go back and your thighs ache against her will be more than enough to make her fuck into you faster.

shuri likes to take riri doggy style, riri cums so fast that way and neither of them ever understood why. riri loves when shuri is breathing against her neck and when she feels her thrusts get sloppy, she loves hearing how wet they both sound it’ll drive her crazy.

much like you riri stays on the bottom when shuri tribs her. it’s intense because riri’s hood is very very small so most of her clit is out and open and ready for the taking. she’s cums fast and long when shuri or you trib her and it’s her favorite quick way to get off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous?)

shuri fucks for a reason so she’s not one to play. she’s concentrating, and she’s all in all enthralled with her partners so no joke can take her out it at all. she’s not one to joke either during, but maybe after she’ll make fun of you or riri for how fast you both came or how loud you were.

riri can pop a couple of jokes but she gets serious when shes fucking and getting fucked, she takes her and y’all’s pleasure very seriously. much like shuri she can joke after the fact but before you and shuri have come at least three times, she’s not laughing at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed?)

they’re both damn near bald, much like you. riri most times shaved her hair into a heart but everything else is waxed on a two week basis. shes doesn’t mind hair at all, she’ll eat and fuck whatever you put in front of her no questions asked, but she herself likes to be shaven

shuri has no hair, mostly before she needs to wear skin tight protective wear under her back planter suit. so she’s shaved all the time regardless. much like riri; she doesn’t mind hair, she’s a fucking munch she’ll go to town no matter what unless you tell her to stop. but for her safety and to avoid chaffing, she’s bald as well.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during?)

riri loves taking her time with you. she’s gonna pick you apart and tease you until the slightest touch from her has you doubled over and whining.

she loves kissing you before you cum, while you cum, after you cum, she’s gonna have her mouth on you any and everywhere. she’s very intimate and likes to encourage more of the feeling of being together than the need to cum.

she and shuri had a session that lasted nearly 6 hours of them just exploring each other and finding out their likes and dislikes. she does the same with you and y’all three did it together for about 8 hours.

shuri peaks at intimacy, she’s not one for quickies or those hard fucks that are just to blow off steam; she wants to make you crumble and watch you fall apart. it’s good for her too, understanding and learning you as much as she can.

she loves talking to you, encouraging you to be loud and to cum and to tell her what you want, she’s always in your ear telling you you’re doing good and those sorts of things and she won’t stop until youve let up yourself.

she loves those elongated sessions you three with have after you’ve spent too much time apart; her being queen, riri being ironheart, and you still in school full time. so when the day comes you and riri are in bed for about two days straight being picked apart by your love.

J = Jack off (Masturbation, obviously!)

riri and her vibrator are twinning fr, shes never with out it. she has a small silicone dildo that’s been pushed away because her pussy has been molded to fit shuri and shuri only, but when she needs it she’ll use it.

she rarely needs to masturbate though, even if shuri’s busy, you’re not and even if you are, shuri isn’t. she’s got plenty of options, but if she needs a quick little stimulation, she’ll fuck on the pillow you three share just to have something of you both close to her, your scents engraved on her skin as she cums.

shuri rarely does. after your sessions, she’s satisfied until she isn’t and usually then she’ll just go to one of you and fuck it out her until you’ve both cum and are breathless.

but when she absolutely needs to, like a late night in the lab and you both are asleep, she’ll likely just rub her clit in small circles and think of you two. most times she’ll have a sweater or a pair of underwear to smell to push her over and when you two wake up, she’s fucking you both once more.

K = Kink (self explanatory)

riri has a very near piss kink and won’t admit it. she loves making you squirt (and won’t stop until you do) and has made one too many “i don’t care if you’re peeing on face time, don’t put me on mute” jokes for you to push past it, but it’s never outwardly said.

a kink she’s very outwardly excited about is her breeding kink; she calls you mami all the time, and when she gets into the mood she’ll fuck into you like she wants to cum inside you. the dildos shuri has made for you both allows her to do so and when she does, she doesn’t let up. dirty talk is must during these times, “you want me to breed you, mami? come inside you, yeah?” and you always nod along and moan blissfully.

with shuri she loves getting slapped slightly. as mentioned earlier her clit is pretty wide and after she comes shuri often slaps it, making her jump and slip out some more cum and moan. she likes when shuri rough handles her and makes her take it. shuri’s more than happy to give her a little pain.

shuri loves for breeding as well but she really has a dirty talk kink. you really didn’t see it at first but once she asked you how badly you need her and you went on a tangent and you swore she fucked you harder than she’s ever before. she moves deeply as you keep talking and one day after the fact you ask her if she has that kink.

“well yes, doesn’t every one?” is her deadpan response. you continue to talk dirty, sometimes in her ear at meetings, most times in the lab when she’s working. she loves it every time.

with riri, she’s more aggressive, fucks her a little bit harder than she would you. she’s been with riri longer so she knows riri’s limits. she loves over stimulating her.

L = Location (Favorite place to be)

nothing beats fucking in the bedroom for them but riri likes to fuck you in her dorm and the lab sometimes. she loves when your completely all over her sheets, spread out on her bed, marking up it with your scent and cum.

in the lab, she likes giving you backshots over the desk, moving all of her equipment and fucking into you with the fear that someone, even shuri, could walk in and see you moaning and cumming all over her dick. the thrill of getting caught is what pushing you both over

shuri loves taking you in the balcony, she’s likes the view of the setting sun paired with your gorgeous moans. she loves when you whimper that someone could see you both if they look up high enough and she always retorts that everyone knows how much you love her dick anyways, “might as well give them a show, yeah?”

no one ever sees you two, obviously, unless they have binoculars which are banned within a certain feet of the throne room, but the thought is all in all exciting, so you never fuse at her too much.

speaking of thrones, she’s like you and riri both in the throne room the most. it’s such a sacred place and she loves watching you struggle to keep your voices down because it’s the only room in her kingdom that isn’t sound proof. she locks the door everytime but if either of you are too loud the dora milaje could come bursting through and see the princesses of wakanda falling apart at the hands of their queen. she loves the thought.

M = Motivation (What gets them turned on/ going)

you and riri both have a shared love, fetish, kink whatever you call it for shuri’s hands and jawline. so sharp and skilled they both are and seeing them in action — her working in the lab, maybe speaking entirely in xhosa to her elders and moving her jaw to pronounce her words correctly, whatever it is — you both feel hot and bothered in moments.

her accent is a killer too, when she says ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ it’s niagara falls for you both. sometimes riri will ask her to whisper when y’all are in others’ presence and need to be quiet and her buttery sexy accent will be lowered and her voice softer and it drives you both mad.

with riri, she likes when shuri is angry, when a project fails or she has to leave and do something as black panther. after seeing her in the lab slamming her fist against the table and punching a mannequin so far back into the wall, riri has never been the same. she loves when shuri acts like this because it usually means shuri is gonna take control and not fuck around, tell her what to do and put riri in her place where she belongs, and, as we’ve discussed, riri fucking loves this

shuri is turned on by both of you almost all the time anyways; she likes the way your hips sway when you walk and she likes riri’s overconfidence that she knows she can knock down a few pegs but what really gets her going is seeing you both needy. she loves it when she’s working late and you both come to her side and ask her to come to bed, you kissing her jaw and riri rubbing her back and fiddling with her hands. she completely melts for the both of you, her brain already racking on the many ways she came make you cum just with her hands alone. she loves when you’re both open and honest with her about what you really want instead of dropping hints. once that breathy, “please come to bed shuri,” leaves either one of your mouths shes on you in the next minute.

but for shuri and riri, she likes when riri is completely obedient. doing exactly what she says and taking everything shuri has to give. she loves how riri will crumble when she finally subs and it’s so lovely to see her outward exterior get destroyed with a couple of touches.

N = No (Something they’d say no to?)

neither are big fans or any SA scenarios and luckily neither are you. it’s not ever a conversation you three needed to have.

riri doesn’t like mean name calling, she’s more of a soft bully who makes you open up. calling you a bitch or whore or hoe makes her upset and best believe if she ever got called that herself she’d light any and everything up.

shuri hates undeserved pain. she’s okay with spanking you lightly and an occasional slap to your pussy, but slapping your face or handcuffing you is just not her thing. she likes making you squirm, sure, but if she needs to restrict you, she’ll just use her own hands.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving)

i’ll say it again, shuri is a fucking munch

most of her pleasure derives from yours and riri’s but when it comes to eating pussy? she’s doing it all for herself. she doesn’t hear wait or stop, she only lets up when the safe word leaves your mouth and even then, she’s kisses your swollen clit and licking the rest of cum off of your lips. and when you’ve calmed down she’ll ask in all seriousness, “can i finish now?”

though she won’t admit it, riri likes to get eaten out just as well. but she loves making you feel good too, so if you could work out a 69 situation, she’s set. riri is a little insecure with how she sounds so most times if her face is buried in your pussy while your face is buried in hers it’s mostly just to mumble her sounds.

P = Pace (How fast or slow are they?)

riri likes to fuck you fast and hard, she has a thing for making you wait to cum but she’ll always move in and out at a speed you can’t keep up in. even with tribbing, her sensitive clit has her chasing her high before most so she’s rubbing against you fast and hard, so eager to cum and get you there too

if you asked she’d take it slow, much like she did with your first time, but once you’d say ‘faster’ there was no need to tell her twice.

shuri takes her time with both of you; once more, her pleasure is yours and vise verse so she wants to pick you apart, kiss every inch of your body from your forehead to your toes. she thrusts with hard, long, slow strokes making you feel every. fucking. inch.

if she felt like you deserved it, she’d go faster but it’s unlikely she’s listening to your words at all, mostly hearing the way your pussy sounds as she’s fucking you and how sweet you sound when you beg for more.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about them?)

riri doesn’t mind a quickie; fingering you in the shower before a class? she’s there. fucking against you in a hallway before a meeting? say less. meeting in her dorm to give her ‘good luck sex’ before the final she’s already passed? it’s done. of course she likes taking her time with you and not rushing to get over that edge but if she has to, she doesn’t mind one but

shuri hates quickies. best believe any ‘quickie’ of hers will lead to an elongated 4 hour sex session. she needs you and riri in your entirety, not still clothed and shoved into a closet, no way. when riri and her had a ‘quickie’ once, shuri missed a very important meeting because she wasn’t letting up or giving riri away just yet. shuri had decided that she would never fall for the lie of a ‘quickie’.

R = Risk (What’re some risks they take?)

they actually made a risk with you, not ever have been poly before. they had talked about for nearly months before splitting off and finding their perfect match, shuri looking in wakanda and riri heading to chicago since they knew home best. hence how they found you. after that it was a blooming relationship that balanced them completely; you gave riri the ability to be a dom from time and time while shuri was able to jst be a top with you since she had practically made you a pillow princess for her.

they’re both open to doing something in public, riri and you more than shuri but the conversation has started at least! other than that, you three had tried damn near everything that everyone was comfortable with.

S = Stamina (How long can they fuck?)

shuri could go for hours and hours. you nearly called her a stallion at one point after the third night in a row you had to tap out. riri adds a small, “now you see what i had to go through!” and you laugh but you genuinely don’t know how much abuse your pussy can take from all the rounds shuri can go

riri lasts at least 4 rounds and 3 orgasms, from both parties. she likes to make sure you get a good couple of orgasms in before she completely taps out and most times the last round will be long, drawn out thrusts to calm her own body down.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

you all have your own personal collection of toys and, if put together, could be considered a small sex shop.

riri of course has her favorite vibrator and her small dildo that she so rarely uses now. she also has her favorite set of boxers that she puts all of her straps through which gives her some friction on her clit when she fucks you.

her favorite strap is the one shuri designed, just under 7” and small traces of vibranium run through it allowing for riri and shuri’s orgasms to be transferred inside you when they come while fucking you; it feels fucking incredible everytime.

she has some blindfolds and some lingerie for you and her to match and wear if you wanted (which you have) and some flavored lube, all of which is damn near gone.

shuri has about 6 different straps she uses evenly split between you and riri. riri gets the thicker ones, the ones she can squeeze around and pulse about without worry that her pussy isn’t full enough. all of riri’s straps come with a top piece that presses right against her clit that always, always makes her come harder than anything even

your straps that were curated just for you are longer and have a perfectly shaped head that always stabs your g-spot with incredible accuracy. shuri likes to milk your pussy for all its worth so she tries to push you over the edge with her strap alone and it’s always worked so far.

oh and of course her straps can come into you just as hard and just as intense as riri’s

the vibrator she has is mostly for her, small and quiet with just under 5 different speeds and settings.

she mostly buys any lingerie or toys you want; she’s satisfied with her straps and you riding her.

U = Unfair (How unfair are they?)

they both treat you unfairly in their own special ways

riri is the queen of bullying you. she edges you, teases you and makes you ask for it regardless. whether or not you being sweet or acting like a fucking brat, you cum when she wants you to.

most times she acts innocent too, “what baby? come on tell me sweetheart, i’m right here, tell me what you need, mami,” and you’ll say it over and over again and she’ll still chuckle in your face and say, “in a second baby, i’m not done playing with your pretty pussy yet, yeah? you’ll cum soon, i promise, love, just hold out for me, okay? be my good girl and wait for me, baby? it’ll be soon enough, i promise, mami,”

‘soon’ never arrives.

shuri, on the other hand, gives you everything you want, as long as you say it

her favorite line, “i’m not a mind reader, y/n, tell me and i’ll do it,” and she always, always delivers. but sometimes she’ll fuck you so dumb the words you need won’t come out and she’ll stop and frustrate you only to ask, “what, baby, you wanted me to keep going? say it, my love,”

it drives you crazy but you’re always gonna say it

shuri fucks riri as long as riri drops her ego and allows shuri to totally slut her out.

riri’s been her girlfriend the longest, shuri knows all her cues and her telltale signs so it’s like a second language when shuri fucks her. most times riri doesn’t need to ask, shuri will just let her cum and fun again, knowing riri is already giving her a lot by bottoming at all.

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

they both have their moments with you and each other.

riri is still working on coming out of her shell, still very nervous and insecure about her moans despite the praises both you and shuri give her, but she’s working on it regardless.

most times she’s dirty talking in your ear, telling you how pretty you sound and how much she loves your pussy and such, most of what she always says, but sometimes when you’re tribbing with her and your cumming you can hear her moaning and biting it back to just hear you but it comes out every now and again.

shuri is nearly the same, small grunts and moans can be heard but she really really loves hearing you and the way your pussy sounds. she’s all for dirty talk but more so coming from you. she loves to hear you say “you fuck me so good, my queen, oh my god i love you fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m all yours fuck me fuck my pussy please harder harder harder i need it,” and that’s everything she needs to hear.

when she’s cumming that’s the loudest she’ll get, shouting out that beautiful phrase and telling you how much she loves your pussy is the most you’ll get.

when she fucks riri, riri gets unabashedly loud. having been with shuri so long, she doesn’t mind or think shuri is going to belittle her or make fun of her in anyway, so she mostly lets go. shuri is always encouraging her, “that’s it love, let it all out for me, so good for me, that’s it, are you cumming for me sweetheart? yeah? let me hear it, baby, let me hear you. come on, my love, cum for me,”

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

i like to think shuri loves certain phrases and how they affect you two. she says “lets make love, hmm?” in her sexy voice that she knows does something to the both of you, most times to see if y’all will blush up or actually respond

new flash it’s always the former

she loves to say sweet things when you’re getting down and dirty, praise you during the most filthiest moments and talk about your body as if she was a curator looking at art in a museum. she wants you to hear her all the time, “can i kiss your pretty pussy, my love? can i, really? oh, you’re so lovely, sweetheart, you give me so much thank you baby, i love loving you,” and it’s always. so. fucking. intense everytime.

riri won’t admit it to your face but if you and shuri ever tag teamed her one day with some brat taming in there? oh she’d propose on the spot. she loves feeling secure and if she knows she can be herself taken care of and be tamed by her two favorite people in the world, she’s done for.

she would listen to shuri, her harsh words falling to her ears as she sobs softly, “you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? but that’s okay, we’ll get you better won’t we, y/n?” and if you’re right there encouraging her, “yeah, we can fix you riri, just listen real good okay, honey? we’ll make it all better,” you promise. and she’ll sob and agree, “yeah, yeah i can be good, i’ll be good,”

and of course she is. shuri fucks her from the back, keeping her plugged with a heart shaped butt plug as you fuck her face with your pussy. it’s two amazing feelings as shuri bullies her, “you take me so well and act all big and bad, look at you now, hmm? such a slut, you’re so greedy, you keep squeezing me so good, fuck,” and you praise her as you reach your orgasm on her mouth, “aughh riri your mouth is so perfect for me, so goood, you’re so prefect baby, ahhh you want my cum, yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? oh fuck, fuck, i’m cumming can i come in your mouth baby? you gonna take it like a good girl? uh huh?” she cums at the same time you do you feel her vibrating moans against your clit which cause you to moan louder, bucking against her and squirting slightly into her mouth.

once you’re done you sit up and kiss all over her as shuri is still fucking into her and she lets out breathless moans, “i came, i came i came, fuck i can’t do it fuck fuck, shuri fuck i can’t,” and she’s sobbing a little now and you hold her close to you shushing her and you ask, “you wanna stop, baby? yeah?” and she nods and pleads once more and shuri leans down to her ear and kisses her there, “say it, my love,” and it sounds mean but her thrusts are light and tactical with shuri understanding she’s definitely over stimulated.

she gasps out, “i’m done can — can we stop i, uhhh fuck— i can’t take it, im … it’s too much, fuck please, please—” and shuri grabs her faces and kisses her mouth and pulls out. riri sighs heavily and falls completely on top of you on the bed gasping.

you rub her back as she sighs and shuri takes off the strap and kisses all over her back and massages her ass and pussy to calm them down.

you’re whispering, “good girl,” and so is shuri and she smiles and thanks you both.

X = X-ray (What’s downstairs?)

already mentioned but they’re both well shaven

riri has a bigger clit and smaller hood and her lips don’t hang. she has a mole on her left thigh that shuri and you love to kiss before devouring her

shuri is sprinkled in scars because of being black panther and there’s one near her right thigh and you and riri often rub before touching her pussy

her lips hang out and her clit tends to hid completely under her hood as it does need lifting for access, which no one minds.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

when they’re both there you’ll definitely know.

it’s harder for riri because a lot of time she has a high sex drive but won’t know what mood she’s in; whether or not she wants to dom or be dominated. usually she’ll rack her brain for memories of y’all’s session previously and that’ll help her get to a mode and then she’ll go to the respective partner who can handle her

shuri’s sex drive is higher, mostly increasing much like everything did when she became black panther. it didn’t surprise anyone so when she wants to fuck it’s an intense deep heat that she’ll want to satisfy above all else, regardless of anything that she was doing before

the world could be falling apart but if she wants her girlfriends she’s going to have them anywhere and anytime

Z = Zzz ( How fast are they asleep?)

riri is knocked out the minute y’all are done with aftercare, most times not even bothering to wrap her hair or put some pajamas on. she might wake up maybe twenty minutes later and grumble and shove a big shirt on before she’s out completely for the night; you often wrap a durag on her before she sleeps too heavily.

shuri needs a relaxer like some tea or herbs to get her muscles back and flexing again. she’ll make sure you were taken care of adequately enough before going to pee (and encouraging you to as well) and wrapping her hair and putting on her tracksuit before kissing you goodnight and heading to the lab. she says she gets her best work done after a good fuck at night and tucks you in before she’ll get there about three hours later herself.

holllyyy fuck that took too fucking long i’m tired lol

okay honesty hour; i got a lot work and some essays due next week so expect minimal posts and mostly reblogs because y’all this classes is kicking my as for real… anwaysss just wanted to let y’all know

okay that’s all for now! thanks for the support and send it requests! happy holidays 🤎🤎

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the saltburn review

saltburn hit pretty close to home. largely because i lived it. at times it was personal and surreal, shocking and true. but in the end it was just another misguided attempt at understanding the misunderstood.

and whom are the misunderstood? the middle class and the one percent? or the soul searching queer? according to emerald fennell, it’s the latter.

for the most part i felt that oliver was created and portrayed accurately, though i was ultimately disappointed by his character arc. while the idea of him m*dering Felix and his family is darkly humorous and seems like an appropriate conclusion, i think it actually misrepresented his character entirely. simultaneously, it absolutely destroyed any sense of romanticism the film spent close to three acts persuading the audience on. instead of the psycho-erotic masterpiece you think just might serve as the male counterpart for killing eve, you get just another fuck you to the LGBTQ community and the one-percent economy. which i might add is grotesquely overdone in media, and the audience knows it by the time they reach the film’s stale ending.

and it is stale. every scene plays like a fever dream of conversations one has already heard before. with the most cliché monologues coming from Farleigh and Venetia. every word seems so painstakingly familiar one can’t help but draw the similarities to F. Scott’s Jay Gatsby. Though where Fitzgerald cuts his dreamy romance and imagination short before any nightmare can begin, Fennell embraces the demons of the night, dragging her Gatsby through the mud and the blood until he’s so unrecognizable she has to provide an alternate origin story to make up for Oliver’s unnatural behavior.

and it is unnatural. so unnatrual that by the credit roll, you’re not quite sure who Oliver is, or what his motives are. on the pretense of reality, it seems pretty rigid for a guy who grew up in a decent neighborhood to go from erotically obsessed with his classmate to a murderous usurper. a conclusion so categorically absurd, it’s impossible to believe- largely because anyone on Oliver’s spectrum would never be able to sustain the public image it takes to uphold Saltburn let alone the ghost of Felix. His nude dance around the estate might as well be his seven seconds of heaven before the vultures descend at Farleigh’s call. And who would Farleigh find? Venetia claims her family believes Oliver to be a spider while she herself is partial to the idea that he’s a moth. [though ultimately she decides he’s a freaky nobody.] i personally concluded he was a werewolf. Normal when the prodigal *son is out, but absolutely possessed at night. Oliver himself professes that he is in fact a vampire. but much to every viewers dismay, we’re not entirely sure why.

3/5 stars: guess it’s just an oliver Quick Horror movie for the rich and famous.

bonus:

which saltburn plague are you?

let me know in the comments

the vampire: dead. cold hearted. bloodsucking. manipulative. stealing the life out of everyone and everything after they invite you in. guaranteed to love you forever or your money back.

the spider: the silent observer, hiding in corners, working in the shadows, whispering half-truths to make your bed of lies. and once you’ve captured your lovely guest, up up and away they go. down your throat for dinner.

the moth: addicted to the light, and the money, and the scene, and the shiny diamond irresistible things. you do nothing but eat holes into everything and everyone until the light is yours alone.

the freaky nobody: you have an erotic obsession with the guy you met in chem class, or the 60 year old lead actress on an emmy award winning tv show. you spend your days, weeks, months admiring from afar and planning how you’ll end up being together. you like to spy on them while they masturbate and after they’re dead you wear their aromas and old underwear.

the werewolf: an absolute darling pet during the day. someone's best friend and best mate. you wait by their side and do everything they ask in complete and utter obedience and loyalty. but as soon as the full moon comes out you can't be trusted. the demon inside comes out, no one is safe, and everything is considered dinner.

would you / did you / never ever

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1. lend your bike to your secret crush

I WOULD ABSOLUTELY. wouldn’t go so far as pre-sabotaging the bicycle, but if she needed a ride, i’d give her mine.

2. watch your crush sleep with another person

never ever. i don’t think i could. it’s one of those things that i think i never would want to see. I think i would black out. I think I would get jealous in a way that i’ve never been jealous before. and i think it would haunt me in a way that nothing’s ever haunted me before. i can’t see it being healthy.

3. make out with your crushes love interest

there’s a duplicity to this. maybe even a triplicity given the nature of the game. would I? yes. if the circumstances were right. have i? I have - sort of. not really. there was a guy that i knew who had worked with her previously. and they weren’t romantically linked at all. but i remember thinking when we made out, this guy has been near her. they've touched. because of my circumstances, it felt mystical and urgent, but i never allowed it to happen again. mainly because deep down i knew i was using him. and all i would ever do was use him for precisely that reason. and that wasn’t fair. so i never talked to him again. never ever? she’s married. her husband is this guy. i don’t think i could kiss him. i don’t think i would. but if i did i would imagine it being for the sole reason of missing her because she was no longer with us.

4. tell your crush you suffered a traumatic event to get them to befriend you even more

no. not to the extent that Ollie lied. that was pretty big even for me. i’d tell a white lie. I have told a white lie to get my crush to befriend me even more, but to lie about trauma is diabolical. [the lie i told, was about not having a twitter account in my crushes honorum. in truth, i really did. and i didn’t want her to know about it because it was my place to be transparent. and curious, and sexually fluid. it was my place to be absolutely mental. but i never lied about traumas. [that’s gnarly.]

5. spend the night over your super rich friend’s house

never ever. for precisely the reasons detailed in this film, however parody the script may have been, there’s a lot of truth to the scenario. to the reactions. I always did my best to avoid putting myself into those situations. when you’re in social settings like that i think it’s important to realize and establish your role early on. if they’re fire, you’ve got to position yourself as water, or earth, or wind and be realistic about that. if you’re not, you’re just setting yourself up for failure. you just seem delusional. you've got to be strong. be your own character. set your boundaries and don’t apologize for them. if you don't you''ll only ever be a play thing. you want to make an impression? you want to be memorable? my advice is to keep networking. don't limit yourself to one person just because they're so and so and they have connections. keep networking. make your own connections. and make connections that are outside of their circle. that way if things do go south, the most you lose is an understanding, but never your newly earned position. when you limit yourself you become dependent on others for your happiness and growth. you don't just come off as a moth, but a leech. [that's your que pamela!] it's just not attractive.

6. slurp your crushes masturbation bathwater

abso-fucking-lutely - on second thought it might be a bit too soapy for my tasting. but i’d definitely do a finger dip.

7. perform oral sex during someone’s menstrual cycle

like a full session? probably not. some people try and justify it and make it acceptable but the fact is it’s unsanitary, unhealthy, and unclean. there’s even risk of giving your partner a bacterial infection. so no. not exactly. but i know it’s possible for some women to become aroused. i’d be open to fingering long term, but nothing oral. i have nothing to prove in doing that.

8. play psychological mind games with your competition

i did. don’t recommend it at all. it’s enough to make a person go insane. and there are so many other wonderful things you could be doing. like being kind and being genuine. that’s not to say that being that way will inherently make you exempt from offensive behaviors- and by offensive behaviors i am referring to the unmentionable hazing experience wealthy young adults play on middle class young adults. that's the ugly side of ambition. the part that you’re unprepared for because no one really expects it. you're so focused on socially advancing that once you've gotten your foot in the door the only thing you can process is the success of it. the next steps of it. it's a lot. one minute you think you've just secured generational wealth for your family and the next you're standing in an arena with a sword while all the advanced gather for entertainment. it can just be impossible and manipulative, and jealous for no reason. they’ll hurt you just because they can, just because they’re not having a good day. and it can cost you everything. so don't go in it with the expectation you're going to win. the game is rigged. go in with the intention to survive. you never know, you might get lucky.

9. kill your crush after they found out about your deception and decided they no longer wanted to be in a relationship with you

nooooo!!!! never ever! if anything, i’d kill myself before i had the nerve to kill my crush. to ruin those eyes? and that hair? and those legs? and that ass? and those lips?! PLEASE. the last thing i’d want to do is kill someone i’m in love with! it's just unfathomable. i can't even imagine it. life just wouldn't have meaning without my crush. even if she is married. i don't care. i still want her alive and breathing. if anything i want her to live forever.

10. masturbate on your crushes grave.

this one made me laugh. in hindsight no. maybe you know, i’d think about us being together when i go to lay some flowers, but full on, naked and thrashing against the dirt? i can’t say that’s for me. I can’t speak for what happens in the car though- especially if the grave just happens to be by the beach...

#saltburn #gatsby #killing eve #love:andie #parasite #barry keoghan #jacob elordi #jacob elrodis bath water #rosamund pike #felix catton #oliver quick #psych:andie

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ky-tumbles · 2 years

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Me and All My Heathens - Rhett Abbott

I do love all the incredible smut that’s been posted for this sexy cowboy 🤠

But I wanted some soft family man Rhett, and this popped into my head while working!

Summary: good ol’ Abbott family fun

Warnings: just mind melting fluff, maybe a mention or smidge of smut

His hand rests on your thigh, and his other hand is on the steering wheel. There's some love song playing softly, you can barely make out the lyrics over the soft snoring coming from the middle of the van.

You look over your shoulder for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Your two year old is sleeping, and your 11 month old is swatting at his toy with one hand with his other stuffed in his mouth.

“They’re fine,” Rhett grumbles, he squeezes your thigh playfully before moving his hand up to your stomach. His thumb rubs up and down against the fabric of your sweater dress.

“Just wanted to check on my boys,” you shoot him a look. “I don’t think they’ve ever been this relaxed in the car before.”

Rhett just hums, eyes focusing on the road ahead. You stifle a yawn, hand going to your seat adjuster. Your chair reclines back a bit and you adjust your hips to a comfortable position. From your new position, it’s easier to admire your husband.

His hair is ruffled from his hat. He’d taken it off before he began driving. Theres a layer of scruff on his face, and his lips are pursed in thought. Your hand reaches out to tuck some hair back out of his face.

He catches your hand in his and presses a quick kiss to your palm before releasing it. There’s a glint in his eye and you chuckle.

“What?” He questions gruffly, sounding very much like his father for a millisecond.

“I just realized I forgot to check on my big boy,” you tease, leaning across the console to kiss his cheek.

Rhett’s cheeks flush, he wants so desperately to turn his head and kiss you so passionately your socks will fall off, but he also knows there’s three extra lives in the car he’s responsible for now. Three years ago, he would’ve pulled the vehicle over and had you the way he wanted but it’s hard with two little ones in the back and your belly in the way.

He’s full on lost in thought, eyes glinting in a familiar way. He’s definitely thinking about that one time two years ago. He’s got a coy smile on his face, the kind he gets before he bends you over the nearest surface.

“Remember that one time?” Rhett smirks, being as vague as possible to elicit a reaction from you.

You rest your head on your chin. You’re pretending to think about his question, it’s impossible to know what time he’s talking about. “No, babes, I have no idea what time you’re thinking of.”

His blue eyes leave the road for the briefest second, sparkling wildly. The look reminds you of a younger Rhett, one that had just put a ring on your finger and wanted nothing more than you by his side. He’s interrupted before he can indulge you in the dalliance that occupies his mind.

“Dada? We dere yet?” Ryder inquires, the two year old’s eyes are fighting to stay open. He lets out a large yawn as you peak your head over your shoulder.

His voice startles his little brother, you can see Colt in the baby mirror. His hand is no longer in his mouth, eyes wide threatening crocodile tears.

“Almost there, buddy,” Rhett reassures just as he pulls off the road and down the Abbott driveway. The normally yellow driveway is covered in a layer of snow.

You smile as the house comes into view. Royal had hung Christmas lights recently, something he’d taken to doing once Amy came along.

You can see Perry standing on the porch, eagle eyes watching your van pull in slowly.

Rhett groans. “He’s going to give me shit about the van.”

You roll your eyes as he pulls to a stop in front of the house. “He’s your older brother, he gives you shit for everything.”

Rhett just scoffs, playfully annoyed as he puts the van in park. He’s quick to get his seat belt off and get around to your door.

Perry is just as quick, bounding down the steps and walking to the car with fervour only an uncle who hasn’t seen his nephews in days has.

The door behind yours is pulled open at the same time as yours. Rhett helps you out and on your feet as Perry unclips Ryder. You can hear the giggles from your oldest as his uncle tickles his belly.

“Getting so big buddy!” Perry laughs, placing the boy on his hip and walking him towards the porch.

Your husband places a hand on your lower back as he leads you behind Perry towards the house, you hesitate. Colt is still in his car seat, he’s whining and the sound breaks your heart.

“Can’t leave the baby in the car,” you say, turning back to go get him.

“I will get the baby. The gorgeous pregnant lady is going to get her cute little butt in the house where she’ll be comfortable.” Rhett reasons back, eyes intense as they stare you down. He means business and who are you to argue with him, he looks especially sexy when he bosses you around, but you'll wait until everyone else is asleep to tell him.

Perry hands you Ryder as he goes to assist his brother. “I’ll help you grab the bags.”

Ryder yawns as he leans his head against your shoulder. You rub a hand up his back as you open the front door.

“Nice mini van by the way,” Perry snarks as you slip into the warm house. You giggle to yourself, brothers.

You don’t hear Rhett’s reply as you walk into the warmth of the Abbott family home. Your in-laws are seated on the couch, a holiday movie playing quietly on the TV. Amy sits on a lounger beside them, looking the ever bored teenager she recently became.

She’s the first to notice you as you set Ryder down on the ground. The little Abbott boy runs past his grandparents and straight to the farm dog that is sleeping like it's dead in the corner.

Royal and Cecelia both lift themselves from the couch, they each embrace you. Cecelia presses a kiss to your forehead, cupping your belly lovingly.

"You are absolutely glowing!" She smiles, you can see the excitement behind her eyes. She loves having little Abbott's running around the ranch. "How are your parents? You had a nice visit?"

"They're doing well, they say hi. They sent us back with pie." You laugh pointing to the bag that Perry has appeared in the kitchen with.

Royal is quick to inspect the contents, and Cecelia follows him, shaking her head and mumbling something about his health. You chuckle watching the two, it amazes you how after all these years they are still those two kids that fell in love.

A yip from the dog draws your eyes to your oldest boy. Ryder is pulling his tail and it's clear the dog is unhappy.

"Ryder William Abbott, you leave that dog alone right now." You project sternly, eyes narrowing at the little boy.

His gaze drops as he releases the dog's tail and mopes over to you. Rhett is suddenly at your side, with no idea what's going on but ready to back you up at any moment. Ryder's lip juts out as he wraps his arms around your legs.

"Sworry, momma," his bright eyes shine up at you. This face makes him look just like his father and you melt a little inside.

Rhett, sensing your resolve crumbling with the look given to you by your oldest baby, steps in. He crouches to the ground and holds on to your son's shoulder.

"You don't like it when Colt hits you, do you?" Rhett questions, face deadly serious.

The whole house has gone quiet, the family in the kitchen pretending to keep themselves busy while definitely listening in.

Ryder nods, shifting back and forth on his feet. He looks at his father and then back to you, trying to win your empathy.

"We can't go around hurting other people or animals, buddy. It's not nice." Rhett lectures, it's hot when he goes into full-on dad mode.

Ryder nods, his dad lets him go and he runs off to play with some toys. Colt's little footsteps can be heard behind you, you turn to catch the little boy but he blasts right past you towards his older brother.

"Wow," Perry laughs, as he joins you and Rhett in the living room, beer in hand. "You've got a little handful there."

Both the Abbott parents chuckle deviously at that.

"Reminds me of you boys when you were that little," Royal says as he sits back down on the couch.

Rhett leads you to the other couch, letting you perch yourself there before he sits as well. He pulls your back against his body and you lean into him. His hand splays itself over your stomach, sending the baby within into a kicking fit.

"Uncle Rhett," Amy sings, her voice going up an octave. She wants something.

He looks up at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Yes?" He questions, not trying to let her hear his hesitation.

"Are we going to have our usual sleepover?" She inquires, shooting her dad a dirty look when he laughs out loud.

It was a tradition they'd started years ago when you and Rhett had first started dating. At the start of every school holiday, Rhett, Amy, Perry and yourself would camp out on the living room floor and watch movies. With the boys being so little last year, neither joined but you imagine that Ryder will throw a hissyfit if he's not allowed to join.

"Of course, kiddo." He smiles, his face lighting up genuinely. He loves that his teenage niece still wants to keep up their little traditions. "but aunt Y/N won't be joining us."

You can't even bring yourself to be sad about it. With the size of your stomach, there's no way that the living room floor would be comfortable. Not to mention how your back is sore in a normal bed, god forbid you sleep without your pregnancy pillow.

"That's fair," Amy replies, smiling happily.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #outer range #lewis pullman

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little-murmaider · 8 months

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(A little WIP Wednesday (On A Thursday) because moments after completing AOTD for the first time I launched into an intense in-depth Skwisgaar character study, Obviously.)

“I know what’cher doin’.”

“De works of t’ree men? Ja, what else ams new, cans we fockus?” He pushes Nathan’s reading glasses up the slope of his nose and into his hair. “Dere’s somet’ings abouts dis chords progression dat’s not gelling for mes…”

Skwisgaar glances up. Pickles has pivoted to face away from his kit, hunched over, forearms resting on his thighs. His Rock Talk pose. Goddamnit.

“Whats.”

“Yer checkin’ in on everybahdy.” He flicks his wrist in the space between them. “Dis is a check-in.”

“De songs gots to gets done, does it nots?” He dodges. Pickles doesn’t buy it. He rises, idly scratching the side of his neck with the end of his drumstick.

“Sure,” he drawls, ambling over to where Skwisgaar is cross-legged on the ground. “Butcha saught me out t’work on th’sahng right after Nathan screamed at me t’go fuck myself.”

“Did dat happens?” Skwisgaar shoots for airy innocence and misses by a mile.

Pickles plops down in front of him. “I’m just sayin’ yer timin’s nyeeeehhhhhhhh a l’il suspect.”

“Mine timings am imppecables,” he snaps. “Ams always where I needs to bes.”

Pickles’s mouth stretches in that stupid, sideways, Cheshire Cat-like grin, polishing his front teeth his tongue—FUCK Skwisgaar walked right into that one.

“Musickallys,” he adds, pathetically.

“Dood, y’wanna talk about naht new? Dis is naht new. You actin’ all—”

He extends his arms out to full length and tips back, dropping his voice and crossing his eyes.

“YYYYYUUUUUUEEEEEGHHHHHHHH Gets Away From Mes I Hates You Peoples while sneakin’ around makin’ sure all’a us are okey? Y’think I don’ notice dat?”

“I t’inks de lack of access to drugs ams giving you brain damage.”

“Y’might be able t’fool dese other dooshbeegs, but y’ceen’t fool me. I’ve had ya klocked—and I’m sayin’ clock wit’ a k, t’be clear—since ya braught det Norwegian riff-raff into our lives.”

“When dids you becomes de type of guys what say riff-raff?”

“I see ya, Skwis. I’ve always seen ya.”

“Ooooooh does yous?” There was a time where the one-two punch of his withering tone and devastating eye roll would reduce a man to ash. But it’s been a rough few years. He’s gotten soft. His roller shoulders and rapid-fire arpeggios betray him. “And whats eggs-acktly ams you seeing wif dem beady littles badger eyes?”

The toe of Pickles sneaker brushes Skwisgaar’s ankle and he fights off a flinch.

“Dat despite yer best efforts.” His voice is too familiar, too fond. He scooches closer. “Yer a good guy, Skwigelf.”

Skwisgaar scoffs. The metal strings sting against his callouses, blood pooling hot in the ends of his fingers, and something must be wrong with his hookup because there’s a high pitch whine in his ears and a buzz in his chest and they need to finish the song the song’s not done they need to get it done—

“Skwisgaar.”

The pinch of Pickles’s thumb and forefinger on Skwisgaar’s jaw shocks a gasp out of him, the guitar clattering to the ground with a CLANG. Skwisgaar’s jolts, involuntary, but Pickles’s hold is firm.

“Look at me.” His voice is level, his gaze bright and a little watery, pinning him to the spot. “You are good, Skwisgaar.”

And, well.

He doesn’t know why this, out of everything, is what gets him. He’s been more than a little unnerved by the Pickles is Band Mom thing, mostly because he already has a mom and he actually likes Pickles, but here is his friend, at the end of the world, saying the words he has always, always wanted to hear, and the gossamer bubble of emotion that’s been swelling against his ribs these last few months, at last, bursts.

Distantly he hears his breath hitch, feels tears stream down his cheeks. He’s an embarrassingly ugly crier so when so when he’s crushed into Pickles’s chest, when he inhales that familiar scent of hair wax and old weed and something uniquely Pickles (how does he smell wet he always smells wet) he curls his arms around his waist and sobs.

#metalocalypse #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #aotd spoilers #not really but let’s be safe #my fanfic

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 10 months

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(*Smashes through the door* I have finished the thing

I did lose steam part of the way through, so the ending is a little tepid, but I think it's still cute, hehe

Basically, this is 'Pep experiences fireworks for the first time and it is not fun'

Content warnings for: Depiction of a panic attack, self-harm (unintentional but still), descriptions of body horror, (sorta) flashback to war, an implied gun, and Peppino says fuck

Okay enjoy! (1,403 words under dere!!!)

It was busy.

Busier than usual.

Unusual for a Tuesday, but Pep didn't mind. He was more than happy to create and share his pizzas with others. But all the extra business aside, something else was unusual today, and Pep could not stop tasting it.

There was a constant saltiness to Peppino, most likely due to how much the man sweat, but the ever-growing pungency of raw onions and black pepper began to give his doppelgänger cause for concern. Was it just the amount of people visiting today? Was something going to happen? Pep did not know, but the thoughts caused his own anxieties to start bubbling in his chest. He chose not to ask, instead continuing on with helping Peppino close up shop for the evening.

The sky was very pretty at this time. Oranges, pinks and purples, as the sun said goodbye for today. Pep liked to watch the colours shift and change into deeper blues and indigos, but it didn't feel right today. He lifted his head from his arms, parts of where his chin and forearms began to merge getting pulled apart, and looked at the door of Peppino's room. It was made quite clear early on not to disturb him when the door was closed, and Pep respected his space, despite the gnawing urge to knock on his door. The clone gave a quiet huff, again noting the taste of pepper and onions, and… Something bitter…? Oh, cilantro… Yuck. Pep hadn't figured out what that taste was for Peppino yet, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant one. His eyes rolled in their sockets for a moment, trying to recall memories of cilantro. He thought back to just a few hours ago - Peppino did seem hesitant to say goodbye to Gustavo and Brick… Was it something to do with them?

Pep didn't have much time to ponder, as a shrill sound pierced through his thoughts, shattering them with a BANG. He was suddenly on high alert, skin inhumanely stretched up into points along his back and shoulders. There was another screeeeeech, and a BANG. His chest heaved as simulated breath grew tight in his non-existent lungs. And another. His nails dug into the windowsill, the black colouring beginning to spiral up his fingers. And another. Pep's vision started to blur as his eyeballs melted in his form of crying, but he could still see with every boom, colours flashed and danced outside. Was this some sort of warning? An attack? He couldn't make sense of it, as yet another BANG brought his hands to his ears. His doughy skin making a wet slap against itself as his fear made his form quickly unstable. There were other sounds too - crackling, popping, screaming… Or was it cheering…? - It didn't matter! Pep wanted it all blocked out, as he held onto his head tighter and tighter. His hands fused into his ears and cheeks, becoming unrecognisable as what they were supposed to be. But his fingers held strong, now striped with black as his sharpened nails buried themselves deep into his head. Every boom jolted him to his core. The smell of gunpowder made him sick- No, wait- He didn't know what that was? Did he? He felt himself sink further and further down into the mud. His lower body was caked in the stuff- No! There was no mud-! Why is there mud? Pep managed a look down, finding not a puddle of his legs, but… Boots? He didn't… Wear boots? Did he? He saw… Shrapnel around his feet. Discarded, pointed pieces of metals… But how did he know that? He couldn't of known that- Another BANG, followed by the crackling once more. He braced himself against the wall as dirt was thrown up into the air nearby. His grip tightened around the cool metal. Finger ready on the trigger- On the what? His hands were practically nothing! How was he holding-

"…-p…!"

…Huh?

"…-ep…!"

Something was warm. Warm, and clammy… It was frantic, but still gentle, as it pawed at him.

"Pep!"

Through all the bangs and pops, Pep heard Peppino, calling for him. Even though his body was just a puddle, he found his eyes and forced them to the surface of his being. Peppino leaned over him, looking more stressed than usual. Sweat beading down his face and something slick and oily on his hands…? Oh… That was himself… Pep force an ear to form, as Peppino seemed to be saying something, but it was too muffled to understand, and too fast for him to lip-read.

"-uda told you! I shoulda stayed out here! Fuck! Please be okay-!"

Pep just barely managed to process his words, most of his focus on trying to keep his features formed. His eyelids closed hard over his eyes, blinking a few times as his brow came together. He could feel his fingers forming, trying to pull himself out of himself. A dull, thudding pain made itself known, as his brain reformed, along with most of his head. His eyes weren't quite back in their oversized sockets, but Pep did notice Peppino's shoulders relax a little. Teeth and tongue came next, clumsily gnashing together in an attempt to speak, but it only came out as garbled, incomprehensible sounds.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright! Uh, take your time… Getting back together?" Peppino spoke slower than earlier, but there was anxiety on the edge of his words. Pep managed a soft noise in acknowledgement, pushing the parts of his face into the correct places. His neck and shoulders started to form, but he quickly felt the exhaustion weighing on him. He would not be able to form all the way. But he could at least pull as much of his melted lower half in as possible, becoming more compact and less of a puddle.

Peppino watched his clone slowly come together, but not as the tall and lanky, almost-passable person he usually was. Instead, as his dough was peeled off his palms like glue, Pep was only a few inches tall. This was not the first time Peppino had seen Pep change his size, but this was different. His legs remained as a puddle, and he looked more like a very soggy stuffed animal than a person, with a much larger head and eyes. The tiny Pep squeaked softly, holding his hands out and looking up to him. Peppino understood, and gently scooped him up, carrying him and sitting down on the couch with him in his hands. He could clasp his hands together and Pep would be completely covered… It was much easier to hide when you're so small. The idea sounded nice to him. Comforting almost. Peppino was brought out of his thoughts by another small squeak coming from his hands. Pep was looking up at him again, pointing to his head and miming a spiral coming from it. Fuck. What did Hazel say this meant again…? Pep mimed the gesture again, and then pointed to the window. Outside…? Oh…

"The sounds outside…?"

Pep nodded, and then mimed once more.

"Yeah, they are loud… But they-a should have stopped for now…" Peppino gave a small sigh, looking to the window. At least he hoped they stopped.

Pep held up his index finger and waved it for a moment. Peppino knew this one.

"They were fireworks. People shoot them into the sky and they explode in colours and-a lights."

Pep's brow furrowed for a moment, before holding up the same finger and touching his chest with the side of his hand. Peppino also knew this one - Pep liked to use it a lot.

"They use them when it's a celebration. I don't-a really get it… And I don't really like it either…" Peppino sighed again, a longer one this time. He was tired.

Despite the many questions popping into his head, Pep could taste green beans. He was quite tired too, instead deciding to nestle against Peppino's chest. He found that rhythmical thump-thump-thumping that he learnt about recently was soothing to him. Even if the noises - the 'fireworks' - came back, he imagined he would feel alright where he was.

Peppino couldn't help an amused huff as the tiny clone snuggled closer to him. Guess he wouldn't be making dinner just yet, so he leaned back into the cushions, keeping a hand around Pep as he dozed off.

"Night, Pep."

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sungbeam · 2 years

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my face when the request event popped in my notifs: 😍🤭

i would love a slightly suggestive fluff with Jeno (what did we even expect 😪) including the prompts 24, 29 from the other event and 64 from this one, if that's okay and it isn't too much. i am actually very excited for this, thank you in advance Beammie ❤️🤪

[𝟔:𝟏𝟐𝐀𝐌] — lee jeno x reader

0.7k words, fluff, only slightly suggestive (literally mentions that "smth happened last night"), reader has hair long enough to braid (?), like one curse word, neck kisses

a/n: hello chip my luv!! tysm for ur request ^_^ hope u enjoy hehe (i m actually quite satisfied w this one lol)

The most dreaded part of your morning was always the part where you had to get out of bed. Well, escape was probably the more accurate term to describe the action. It was mainly because of the person clinging to your side, immovable like a sack of potatoes.

"Lee Jeno, I need to go to work," you murmured drowsily, trying to tug your arm out of his relentless grip. As much as you wanted to sleep in with him, you did have an early shift today.

He whined, grabbing hold of your upper arm and hauling you back onto the mattress. He flopped on top of you and the air flew out of your lungs. "Over my dead body," he grumbled, warm air fanning your neck where he buried his face. His freshly dyed pink hair tickled your jaw, but at least it smelled nice.

You knew it was a bad idea to dye his hair so late last night. If the two of you had gone to bed earlier, then he would have been willing to get up with you. While you went to work, he would hit the gym—it would have been a win-win situation. Except… yeah, things happened last night.

It wasn't your fault Jeno looked good in pink. (A little too good, really.)

You peered over at your phone. You had set your alarm to give yourself a generous amount of time to wake up. Somehow you had anticipated this, in some form. You carded a hand through his hair, feeling his breathing even out and body relaxing. Maybe if you let him drift back to sleep, he would let you slide into the bathroom…

You tensed, the sensation of pillowy soft lips pressing feather-light kisses against your throat. Jeno lifted himself up to hover over you, arms caging you in against the bed. God fucking—

"Are you…" You choked out, trying to channel every ounce of willpower you owned, "... trying to seduce me?" You laughed, albeit somewhat nervously.

Jeno made his way up your jawline and to your lips, leaving a kiss on your lips before meeting your eyes. Those pink bangs hung in his vision over his forehead; what a vision. "Is it working?" He asked, voice purposely made husky.

Yes. "No," you smirked and rolled out from beneath him whilst in his shock. You stood up from the bed, and Jeno flopped back onto it, his arms snaking around the pillow your head was on and burying his face into its silky embrace.

You pursed your lips in adoration. Aw, he was sulking.

You reached over and ruffled his hair. "You know I love you, right?" You asked him, then made your way around the bed and into the bathroom to get ready.

The bathroom lights gleamed brightly in your eyes, and you blinked to try and adjust. You could just barely hear a loud, unsatisfied grunt from the bedroom. You chuckled, shaking your head. "Aye, Jeno, love. If you come get ready with me, we can cuddle on the couch for ten minutes."

You could hear the bed creak with the speed at which he rocketed out of it.

His head poked into the bathroom, and you met his smiling eyes in the mirror. "Why didn't you say so?" He asked, then joined you in slathering toothpaste onto his toothbrush. After he'd put the toothbrush in his mouth, he slung one of his arms around your shoulders. "Au camt beweave you chust rehected me back dere."

You cocked a brow at him. "What?"

He lifted a finger, signaling to give him a second. He took the brush from his mouth. "I can't believe you just rejected me back there. That's rude," he said with a joking expression of disapproval.

If you hadn't been hovering over the sink, you would have gotten toothpaste all over your sleepwear. You snorted. "It's rude to keep me from going to my job."

"Not when my job and that job conflict," he quipped.

"Uh-huh, and what is that? Your job."

He wagged his eyebrows up and down, then spat into the sink. "Being your boyfriend."

You tried desperately to suppress your laughter, but it was clear by the mirth in your eyes that it would be impossible. You and Jeno shared a look, one of the many things that made you feel connected to him. And before he could make another flirty remark to stall you from getting ready, you asked him, "Wanna braid my hair while I do my skincare?"

His eyes lit up. "You don't even gotta ask, baby."

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wedratherstarve · 4 months

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dumb earlyklok skwistok drabble

Summer, 2003. The interior of the shitty apartment so-called Mordhaus is sweltering. Two men are alone in the living-room, preparing to do something they've never done before.

"Wells, Tokis," says Skwisgaar, "Are you's ready for your first guitars lessons?"

A teenager perches on the sofa that doubles as his bed. Sweat plasters his shirt to his chest, his hair to his forehead, the duct-tape repair job of his guitar to his trousers. He wipes his brow, succeeding only in leaving more sweat there; he bites his lip and nods furiously, slapping a strand of damp hair against his own chin.

"Tokis, Tokis, Tokis." says Skwisgaar, who is, himself, drenched in unsightly sweat. "Why's you looksing so nervous? Haah? You's got a case of the star-stucks?"

"[I'm not nervous, Skwisgaar--]" Toki says in curt Norwegian. "[I--]"

"Ah, ah." Skwisgaar interrupts him. "You has to speaksk Engelsk now. Ams practisk for yous."

"Ams practisk for yous, Skwisgaar," Toki replies in English, frowning.

"My Engelsk is emasculate," Skwisgaar replies. "Your Engelsk ams dildoes."

"[So let me speak--]"

"No, your Svensk also ams dildoes. De grammars, eugh."

"But I speaksing Norswegians."

"No, you's speaksing Engelsk."

Toki rolls his eyes. "I speaks Engelsk," he agrees. Then he mutters, "I thoughts am guitar lessons, not's Engelsk lessons…"

"Ams guitar lessons," Skwisgaar agrees, forcefully. "Ams no longers de time for de fuckingks-around! Dis is serious! Dis is… guitar. Lessons. Guitar lessons. No mores of de fuckings-arounds."

"No more of de fuckingsk-rounds," Toki agrees. His eyes are wide, he's worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth furiously.

"Dis ams de most important thing will ever happens to you in your short and stupids little life," says Skwisgaar. "You ams sure you's ready?"

"Ja!"

"På Engelska."

"I says it på Engelsk! Ams ready, Skwisgaar!"

Swisgaar nods solemnly. He steps back, retrieves his Explorer from the wall, loops the strap around his head. "Verys wells," he intones. "Now, de first--"

"[Wait!]" Toki exclaims. "I means-- um-- ways-- no, I mean waits!"

Skwisgaar waits. He stares at Toki disapprovingly.

Toki's face is bright red, he's staring with grim determination at the floor, and his hands, resting on his beat-up old guitar, are slightly trembling.

"Before we's begins…" Toki begins, voice thick, "I needs you… I needs you makes de promisk to me."

Skwisgaar bites back the urge to roll his eyes. "And whats am that, Tokis?"

"Promisk to me--" Toki begins. His voice breaks, he pauses. He looks down, then wrenches his head up, locks eyes with Skwisgaar. His eyes are asymmetrical, Skwisgaar notices for the first time, wide and very pale. And he seems to be lost for words.

"Uh."

Toki takes a very deep breath. "I needs you to promisk," he says, "Dat you won'ts fall in loves with me."

Skwisgaar blinks. Toki holds his gaze, though his whole face has turned a deep, sweaty scarlet.

"I, eurm," Skwisgaar utters, "Don'ts… thinks… dat's… will bes… A problems."

Toki looks palpably relieved. "Oh cools," he says brightly, "Dat's good."

"Does you, uh…" It's Skwisgaar's turn to be choked up. "Does you… wants to says that, eurhm, på Norska…? I thinks dere might be en, er… misktransklagion."

"Nos, I think I says it fine," Toki says, smiling. "Okej, I feels better now. Let's do de guitars lessons!"

When living with three other men in a very small apartment, certain necessities are in short supply. Alone time, for example. Skwisgaar had claimed Magnus' bedroom shortly after they kicked the former guitarist out, but the walls of Mordhaus are thin, and the band's respect for each others' personal space shaky at the best of times. For someone like Skwisgaar the constant company is unbearable, and so, early on in his residency, he settled on a fairly simple solution: he broke the lock on the roof access door. When he needs to be alone, all he has to do is crawl onto the roof of the apartment complex. He has a picnic blanket up there and everything, to protect from the hot tiles, and on lonely nights he finds a weird comfort in staring up at the light-polluted haze where the night sky should be. His own sanctuary.

Tonight he's joined in his rooftop retreat by his bizarre young protege. The guitar lesson went well enough that Skwisgaar deems Toki deserving of a reward, and he can tell Mordhaus life has been a difficult adjustment for the younger man, so a solemn invitation to Skwisgaar's retreat is naturally in order. They lie now on opposite sides of the picnic blanket, staring up at the starless sky. A six-pack of beer lies between them, but Toki's interested only in the bag of Werthers Originals that Skwisgaar happened to have lying around.

"So, erh, Tokis," Skwisgaar finally says. "You uh, says somethin' pretty weirds to me todays!"

"Ohs," Toki says through a mouthful of candy. "Sorreef. I'sf sfill bafs fa Eng--"

"Eugh, don'ts talk with your mouths full."

"Nosfmmfaul'," Toki replies. "Yous candiesf sfuck, Sfissfr, deys too schtickfy."

"Wells, you's not meant to eat five thouskands of dem at once."

A horrible sound somewhere between a gulp and a gasp announces that Toki has swallowed the mass of Werthers he'd been eating, like a horrible saccharine anaconda. Several seconds of laboured silence follows.

"You's not choking, ams you?"

"Nos," Toki croaks. "Ams fine… Skwisgaars, I don'ts like dis candy, it hurts my teeths."

"Drinks a beer, it takes de pain all away."

Toki is already reaching for another handful of Werthers. Skwisgaar gently smacks his hand away from the bag.

"You ament's answers me," Skwisgaar says. "You's says a weird things today."

"Dat's not a question," Toki points out. "Hows I can answers what ament's a question?"

"De questions is why did you, uh… asks of me that."

"Asks of you what?"

"You tells me not… at the starts of the lessons…" it's almost too mortifying to say aloud. Skwisgaar squints very hard at a plane flying overhead, as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world right now.

"Oh, ja," Toki says, understanding. "I remembers."

Skwisgaar glances to his side just in time to catch Toki's hand sneaking towards the bag of Werthers; he takes the bag of candy and pulls it to his chest, safely away from Toki's greedy little hands.

"Skwisgaar!" Toki whines.

"No mores for you," Skwisgaar says sternly. "Dey's too hards for you. What if one of your babies teeth falls off?"

"Just gives to me one more! I wants one!"

"Answers my question and I gives to you one more."

Toki is silent for a long time; so long, in fact, that Skwisgaar lets his head lull to the side again, looking in Toki's direction. Toki is lying on his side facing Skwisgaar, but his arms are crossed defensively before his chest, and his too-far-apart too-wide eyes are unfocused and glassy, staring into nothing.

"Can't tells you," Toki finally mumbles. "Ams… secretsk."

Even Skwisgaar notices the grave change in tone. He sits upright.

"Tokis," he says, voice low, "Ams you… a homoskectuals?"

"Don't know dat words."

"I means, euh, do you likes de men, what to… sleeps with." Skwisgaar is cringing at himself. "I don'ts cares about dat, if you ams. It ament's affects your guitar playin's. But de other guys…"

He's succeeded in flustering Toki back to earth-- Toki sits bolt upright. "You's asking if I kisses mens?"

"Eurh, yeah."

"Ams not dat! Dat's not what I ams-- I kisses de goils too! Helvete!" He stammers in disarticulated Norwegian for a few moments, face crimson. "Why's you asking this?"

Skwisgaar, too, sits up. "Oh, don'ts acts like I am de weird ones!" he says defensively. "You's de one who tells me not to falls in love with you!"

"Not cause I wants to kisses you!" Toki could be caught in a bear trap and not look more alarmed than he looks now. "Skwisgaar, you, uh, you's pretty? I happy you lets me to de band, but I doesn't knows you so well--"

"Am not hittings on you!" Skwisgaar practically yells it. Then he presses both hands to his face, immediately wishing he'd brought his guitar here, paranoid superstition about the heat of the roof damaging it be damned. "You hits on me forst! You's de weird ones!"

"Am not hits on you!" Toki replies, mortified. "I says it so's you doesn't dies!"

Skwisgaar is left positively speechless at that. There's a look of mortification on Toki's face, a hideous mixture of profound shame and naked horror, as if Skwisgaar had caught him naked and engaged in unspeakable acts with Skwisgaar's own guitar. Skwisgaar thinks, absurdly, that he could have literally whipped Toki and Toki would find it less painful than the current conversation, and realises that he only thinks that about Toki because it is currently, without a doubt, true of himself.

"Dat…" Skwisgaar finally says, struggling for words, "Does not… make sense."

Toki flops back down on the blanket, rolls so that his back is facing Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar watches him curl in on himself like an unearthed grub.

Already enduring the most wretched night of his life, Skwisgaar grabs a beer, cracks it open, and drinks fully half of it in one go. This is one situation where being drunk might actually make things worse, but Toki's gone and made things so profoundly bizarre that it's frankly worth the risk.

Almost as an afterthought he picks up the bag of Werthers, takes one, and pelts it at Toki's head.

"Owie!" Toki yelps as the candy hits his ear. He reaches up, finds the candy in his hair, and then sits bolt upright, unwrapping it quickly and shoving it into his mouth. Skwisgaar hears the distinctive crunch of baby teeth being reduced to sticky powder.

"You's meant to sucks on it--" Skwisgaar begins. Then he stops. He contemplates, briefly, jumping off of the roof. "… Eugh."

At the very least, Toki seems mollified by the gift of candy. He's lying on his back again, working the candy back and forth between his cheeks.

Skwisgaar finishes off his beer, wondering if it's too late to back out of the conversation. Surely this violates the band's 'no caring' policy? But they haven't really discussed whether that policy applies to Toki yet, and besides, Skwisgaar is curious despite himself. Sudden affection-derived death would negatively affect the band, it needs to be accounted for.

"Sos," Skwisgaar begins. "What's, if I falls in love with you, I dies?"

"Mm-hmm," Toki says. He's staring up at the sky, worrying the candy in his mouth.

Skwisgaar lets out a prolonged pfff. "I struggles to comprehensk dat," he says derisively. "Looks at you, you's, what, twelves years old? What, you's going to sends your deddy bear afters me?"

"Ams serious, Skwisgaar," Toki glances towards him with a frown. "I's… cursed."

Skwisgaar raises a single, skeptical eyebrow.

"Everyones what loves me dies," Toki clarifies.

"Tokis," Skwisgaar says slowly. "I know you's a babies, but you ams too old to believes in dis shit."

"But it's true! I has when I's a kid a-- what's en kanin?"

"A rabbits."

"When I's a kids I has a rabbits and he dies. And then I has also a rat and he dies. And--"

"Maybe you's just sucks at keepin's animals."

Toki is staring indignantly up at the sky, arms crossed before his chest. Skwisgaar takes another beer from their pack.

"Well, Tokis," says Skwisgaar, trying to be reassuring, "You am nots cursed, dat's little babies bullshit. So now you's can stops worries and never says something dat weird to me agains. Now, don'ts you feels better? Must be a big reliefsk."

"I ams cursed," Toki mutters stubbornly. "Dere was also dis old ladies in de village what's used to clean my backs for me and one day she says she loves me and next day, dies. Den dis clowns at de fair once says he loves me, next thing de ox escapes his pen and stabs de clown, guts everywhere, dies. Everyone what's loves me dies."

Skwisgaar cracks open his beer and takes a sip. "Ams your parents dead?"

"N… no."

"If everyone what's loves you dies, they should be dies. If they am not dies, you's not cursed."

Toki draws his brows low over those big eyes of his. "But they's not loves me," he says quietly.

Skwisgaar lies down on his back, too, staring up at the sky. He is profoundly beyond his comfort zone, words more and more failing him-- made worse by the fact that he understands too well from experience how it feels to realise that one's own parent simply does not care about them. There is nothing he could say to Toki that he hasn't told himself in the mirror, and that makes every possible thing he might say too horrible to consider saying. Besides, he joined Dethklok to get away from sappy feelings bullshit, not…

"You's in the right band," Skwisgaar realises aloud.

Toki glances over at him. "Huh?"

"Do you knows what de number one band rules is?"

"Don't waste booze?"

"No, dat's Pickle number ones rule. Dethklok's number one rule is no caring."

"No caring," Toki repeats after him.

"Yeah. We doesn't give one shits about each others." Skwisgaar tries to pour some beer into his mouth without sitting up, then continues. "Can promises we don'ts falls in love with you. How we falls in loves with you when we don'ts even likes you?"

Never has Skwisgaar seen such relief on someone's face after learning that nobody likes them. Toki rolls onto his side, tucking both his hands under his head and staring at Skwisgaar with something a little too close to adoration for comfort.

"Promisk?" Toki asks. "Promisk you doesn't cares about me? As long as I'm in de band?"

"Tokis," says Skwisgaar warmly, "I promisks to hates you forever and ever."

Toki makes a little jerking motion, as if he'd been about to fling himself into Skwisgaar's arms before catching himself. He settles back down on the blanket instead, curling up a little, smiling.

"I hates you too, Skwisgaar," Toki says with open affection. "I hates you too."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar finds the bag of candy by his side and throws it in Toki's direction. He looks back at the sky, twirling the neck of his beer in his hands, listening to the unmistakable sound of a kid tearing into a frankly unhealthy amount of old lady candy. What does he care if Toki gets every single one of his own teeth ripped out, he reminds himself. Toki is part of the agreement, now; they've all sworn a solemn oath not to give a shit.

Still, next time, he'll buy mini marshmallows.

#my fic #this probably seems ooc. i think theyre still trying to work out their dynamic here #metalocalypse

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thebestandrealestever · 9 months

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~SUMMERS OVER !~

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miles 42 x black fem!reader chill after a long nd hot party .

fic based off of ‘summers over’ by drake i def rec listening to it w the song playin .

warnings : LOTS of slang, use of ‘n word’, suggestive jokes(?), threats (jokes), kissing scene, dark humor(?) dui!!!

genre = fluff

miles=purple you=pink others=orange

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i walk up to a group of my friends stumbling a bit.

“hey y’all i think ima go, anybody seen miles?”

i say almost shouting so they could hear me over the loud music.

“uh i think i seen him ova dere” my friend kamya points to the bathroom line.

“igh see u.” i say looking at the line

“see u boo, text me when u get home okay ? be safe” she says pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheek. looking into my eyes making sure i was listening .

“okay i will. see u” i hug her once more then turn around to wave at my other friends then heading to the bathroom.

“miles!” i shout as i see him entering the bathroom but he obviously didn’t hear me. i politely as possible push past bodies saying sorry every 10 seconds so everyone know i’m not one of them ppl.

“ik this bitch ain’t just cut me innis damn line” i hear a girl say to her friend , i stop walking for a second contemplating beating her ass or talking shit about her when i find miles for hours. i choose the second option cursing her out under my breath as i walk into the bathroom.

“ay bruh i’m in here” miles say before turning around and seeing me.

“oh, hey baby” he chuckled at his mistake, he zips his pants , flushes the toilet and walks to the sink to wash his hands. i hop up on the sink kicking my feet back and forth.

“you wanna go? i’m bored and almost beat a bitch ass” i say to miles looking him up and down

miles laughs halfheartedly turning the sink off and getting a paper towel to dry them “yea? what she do?”

“just fuckin- she called me a bitch for- ugh! whatever it’s finna just piss me off again.” i get upset all over again and roll my eyes to shake it off. miles comes up and kisses my cheek.

“okay ma don’t get mad again, let’s go .”

i smile at his affections and hop off the sink stepping back to look at me and miles in the mirror, and i pull my phone out and take a picture he kisses my cheek to pose and i post that one to my instagram story and i take another one with miles smiling widely and me doing the same to keep to myself.

“yo send me that i look fine as hell” miles says smiling looking at my phone with a fist over his mouth. i turn my body so he can see my side eye

“who told u that?” i say jokingly looking at him with a confused face. miles takes 2 fingers and pushes my head, crossing his arms and turning to his back facing me

“girl u can walk home” he says flipping one of his braids

“okay sassy nigga” i laugh as i slap his booty

“don’t play with me (name)” he turns around raising both his eye brows. i laugh as i walk up to him and kiss him, both our breaths taste like liquor but we don’t care. i wrap my arms around him to pull us closer. he bites my bottom lip asking permission and i open my mouth giving it to him. we explore each others mouths and miles taps my ass for me to jump. i do and he puts his hand under my mid thigh not breaking the kiss, he puts me on the sink counter and puts me down moving his hands from my thighs so my ass gripping my dress softly. he pulls away for air and looks into my eyes for a sec before kissing my neck biting softly. i gasp at his teeth and just as we’re getting into it.

KNOCK KNOCK ! “nigga open up . it’s people who gotta piss out here” a faint voice is heard from outside the door, i pull away and we both chuckle as i get off the counter and pull my dress back down after it rode up

“cockblock” miles chuckled as he opens the door for me, i walk out grabbing his hand leading him to the door. we go outside and miles let’s my hand go to talk to his friend ganke

“holup ma lemme go talk to ganke” he says losing my hand turning around to look at me before leaving. one of my homegirls sees me and walks up to me wasted obviously.

“(name) my bitchhhhh heyyyy” she says shouting even though we’re outside.

“hey girl you okay?” i say catching her as she stumbles. she steadies herself and nods at me

“i’m fine just needed to catch a break tonight yk? cause this nigga obviously wants me to put a bullet in the middle of his eyes.” she says, i laugh loudly a bit but she thinks it’s funny. miles comes over and puts an arm around me. i look up at him and kiss his cheek.

“hey miles, y’all so cute. imma sleep on the highway tonight” she slurs, me and miles just chuckle and we all notice the conversation dying

“alr imma go back inside, see y’all” she turns around and starts walking

“see u bae, don’t drink any more and facetime me when you get home okay?” i shout at her and she turns around for a second to say okay then walks back in.

“u ready mama?” miles ask and i nod my head. we get inside of his car and i take my shoes off and put the window all the way down feeling the wind flowing through my soft locs. we drive in comfortable silence as i hum the words to the songs playing.

he pulls up to my house and we get out, he grabs my shoes and walks up the stairs.

i unlock the door and i start laughing at nothing as i tip toe up the stairs to my room. i unlock the door and miles closes it behind him locking it back. he says quietly looking around the dark house

“yo mama and sisters aren’t here?” he says at the abnormal silence in the house

“yeah they are they just sleep”

“damn how late is it?” miles pulls out his phone to look at the time . 1:40 AM , 12 missed calls from : tio, 3 unread messages from: tio

“shit shit” miles cures under his breath putting my shoes down in my room. i’m turning on the shower, my led lights and my speaker.

“u okay?” i ask turning toward him.

he unlocks his phone quickly holding his breath before reading that aaron needed him before but then said never mind as he handle whatever it was himself.

“uh- nothing i’m cool” he says letting a breath go as he takes his own shoes and jacket off, he notices the shower running

“u showering?” he asks raising an eyebrow

“no nigga i’m just running it to turn the water bill up!” i say sarcastically walking to my closet to take my clothes out and replace them with a towel.

“yea whatever, i’m coming w u” he says grabbing his clothes and towel from a drawer i have dedicated to him in my room.

i get in the shower and miles gets in with me as we wash the day away. when we come back out “summers over” by drake plays, this was the song that played when me and miles went on our first date last year. it played on the farris wheel where we shared our first kiss also. i grab my fake microphone lip singing it as i dress my self into miles boxers a tank top , he puts on his shorts and sleeps with no shirt since the heat, and we both put on our matching bonnets . we sit on my queen sized bed and miles does the same, he grabs his phone from my nightstand and rubs my back as i lay on his chest. miles starts to sing the song to me and i do the same.

days in sun, and nights in the rain.

summer is over, simple and plain.

we sing the rest of it laughing and as it fades out he kisses my shoulder.

“you know i really love you princesa ?”

“i know” i chuckle “you know i love you more?”

“don’t start with that shit.” he says rolling his eyes

“whatever i do but okay” i mumble under my breath

“huh mama ? what was that” he says

“nothing….” i say smiling and getting up straddling him he stares at me for a little to long

“yesss?” i chuckle awkwardly

“you just look so good on top of me princesa”

he licks his lips and i flick his forehead

“u so damn nasty” i say laying back down on his chest as he yawns.

“go to sleep baby” i say and my response is his light snoring. it doesn’t make me long to fall asleep after him and my mother comes in and snaps a picture of us , sending it to rio for them to gossip over together .

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HEY BTCS THIS MY FIRST FIC TELL ME HOW IT IS AND IF I SHOULD KEEP WRITING . BYE

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 9 months

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Cuteness Aggression

Summary: Peter 3 gets out his cuteness aggression on Peter One :)

(Finally back writing :) ❤️ I missed my Spideyboys and just needed some fluff in my life ❤️ Hope you guys are doing well :) Hope you enjoy!)

"I'm going to get you!"

One bolted into the living room. "Noho! Threhee!"

Peter 3 ran in hot on the heels of the youngest. "Aww, what's wrong Buddy?"

"Yohoure gohoing toho tickle mehe!"

"No I'm not!" The older Peter tried to grab One's collar.

"Eep!" One ducked away. "Yehes yohou ahare!"

"Why would you tell suhuch lihies?"

"Ihits thehe truhuth!"

Peter 3 tried to grab the youngest again. "I just want to cuddle with you!"

One jumped over the couch. "No!"

Because of the softness of the couch cushions, One pitched forward and rolled across the floor.

Peter 3 pinned him to the floor before he could get back up. "Gotcha!"

"No! Threhee, wahait!"

"No can do Bugaboo. I'm the cuddle monster!" Three leaned forward. "And I've been denied my cuddles."

One squeaked as a moment later he was pulled into his older brother's arms.

"Thehere he is." Three wrapped One in the biggest hug he could. "Dere's my sweet baby bwothewr."

"No!" The youngest squirmed. "Nohot sweheet! And nohot aha baby!"

"Wook at how cuwte youw awre!" Three squeezed One's cheeks. "I juwst wanna squish you!"

"Ack! Threhee! Yohou're squahashihing mehe!"

"No I'm squishing." Three playfully swung One side to side. "There's a difference."

By now, Peter 1 was giggling too much in order to respond.

This prompted a growl out of Three. "Stop being so cute or I'll be forced to take drastic measures."

One's eyes widened as his squirming picked back up.

"I'm warning you."

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders as he tried to slide himself down. However, he didn't get too far before Three shifted to wrap his legs around the youngest as well. "Threhee!"

"You get one more chance Bubba. Stop the cuteness, or face the consequences."

To try to stem his giggles, the youngest Peter bit his lip. This lasted promptly two seconds before a stray hiccup popped them loose once again.

Three growled again. "I warned you."

A moment later, One squealed as Three nuzzled across his neck. The giggles from earlier shifted to cackles and snorts as fingers also spidered along his sides. With legs kicking, the youngest became a pile of goo in his brother's arms.

Meanwhile, Three desperately checked his spider strength to keep from accidentally crushing the kid. He desperately wanted to squish Peter 1, but not enough to hurt him. To help get out some of the cuteness aggression fueling the attack, the older Peter stood so he could spin.

"Ah!" One squealed at the change. "What ahare yohou dohoing!"

"Why. Are. You. So. Cute!"

"I'm nohot thohough!"

Three paused his movements. "Oh you did not just say that!"

"Wha-? Eek!"

The older Peter spun the youngest around and lifted him up. "I'm looking right at you and you're precious!"

"Three! Put me down!"

"You're so cute it should be illegal!"

"No!"

While keeping him up in the air, Three lowered the youngest's face closer to his face. "You're so cute I can't even or odd!"

Peter 1 curled his legs up. "Cohome on mahan."

The movement didn't detour Three from lowering his baby brother even closer. "Yohou're so cute I just want to eat you up."

The youngest Peter's eyes widened. "What!"

In response, Three pulled One close so he could nibble across his neck. The attack had One's legs kicking uselessly in the air as he melted into his older brother's arms.

"Aww, is someone having fun?" The older Peter teased.

"Noho!"

Peter 3 smirked at the too quick response.

"Ihi mehean . . ."

"And you say you're not cute."

One was so flustered at being called out it took him a moment to realize the older Peter had started cradling him. "Dohon't you dahare!"

"Don't do what?"

"I knohow that lohook!" One tugged down the hem of his shirt. "No tummyhy!"

Three grinned even more. "Aww, are you going to hold your shirt up for me?"

"Noho!"

The older Peter switched him to one arm so he could wiggle one hand closer. "Do I have to come find him?"

Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders but couldn't get out a verbal response. It was so unfair the way Three could hold him in one arm and tickle him with the other. "Cuhurse yohour long lihimbs!"

"I'm not hearing a no."

The blush on One's face darkened even more.

"I'm gonna get you!"

"Ihi alreheady knohOOW!"

Three grinned at the loud laughter and giant smile on his baby brother's face as he dug through the shirt into his tummy. "Gootchie goo!"

"ACK! PEHETER!"

"Stop being so cute or I'm going to have to eat that tummy."

"EEEEK!" The youngest Peter squirmed out of his older brother's hold before bolting out of the room again. "NOHO!"

The amount of laughter filling the room melted Three's heart even more. He didn't know why but the sounds of his brothers' laughter always made him want to squish and smother them all day long. So he hurried after the giggling form once more. "Come back here Bugaboo!"

"No! Get awahay ticklehel monsteher!"

"I told you. It's cuddle monster!" The older Peter kept getting closer. "And I want to hold you!"

"Noho! I'm tohoo bihig!"

"Are you kidding me? You're so tiny!"

"No Ihim nohot!"

Suddenly, both brothers heard the front door open.

A moment later, Peter 2's voice carried through the house. "I'm home."

One bolted behind the eldest. "Two! Help mehe!"

"Wow! What's going on?"

Suddenly, Three ran into the entry way. "Two! Don't move."

"Oh." A smile overtook Peter 2's face. "So that's what's going on."

"Two! Hehe's ticklihing me!"

Two chuckled. "Threhee."

"I'm cuddling him! He's just a ticklish little baby."

"Hehe's lying!"

Peter 2 winked at Three before crossing his arms. "So I leave you alone for one day and you think you can steal my Snuggle Bug?"

"Wait, whahat!" One exclaimed.

Three smirked back. "Who said he was your Snuggle Bug?"

"I claimed it first."

"But I claimed it recently."

While the older two bickered, Peter 1 started slowly climbing up the wall.

"I'm the oldest!"

"So! I'm closer in age!"

"Well I think there's only one to settle this disagreement."

"Oh I think there is."

Both turned but the youngest was already up in the corner of the entryway. When he saw two sets of smirks looking up at him, One took off across the ceiling.

"Hey!" Two hurried up after him. "Get back here!"

Three joined in and the race was on.

Even though he kept running away, One was having a great time. He just had fun making the older two chase him before letting them tickle him. If the youngest was going to be worn out, so were the older two.

But he didn't stay on the run for too long.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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