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#Y'ALL I'M ACTUALLY GONNA PASS THE FUCK OUT
front-facing-pokemon · 9 months
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rxkuyo · 2 years
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not me having to cancel the one event I was actually looking forward to because of work last minute 🥲
#not gonna lie to y'all#my will to live is dwindling so fast with every passing day ✌🏻#everyday I wake up to another minor inconvenience happening#but at this point with my worsening mental health they all feel like massive inconveniences lmao#I hate my fucking piece of shit life so much and I see no realistic way out of my current living situation#other than the option to off myself 🥲✌🏻#I'm literally so tired of my existence ngl#I'm doing all this for a shitty minimum wage job at a place that doesn't pay me for half the shit I do because they are fair and all#to barely make enough money to feed my pets and treat myself to a videogame every couple of months#which I am aware is more than some people have#but it isn't enough to move tf out and away from my piece of shit dad#and it certainly isn't enough to be able to afford actually working towards my trainer's license aka#the only bearable line of work I can see myself actually being somewhat good/ successful in#like I'm working my ass off and it's getting me literally nowhere and I'm starting to get so fucking frustrated#but then I also can't leave this place because I have to take care of my sick horse that isn't even my horse#but there's no one else who'd look after him#his owner certainly isn't#and I am fully aware that I cannot save him and he is doomed to be put down in the forseeable future#but I can at least keep on doing everything I can to at least ease his suffering for whatever time he has left#while seeing him get worse is also affecting me mentally like pretty negatively at times#like that horse has been the one single good thing in my life for the past years and with him likely dying#my reason to bear it all and keep going is just like gone ?#which is fun#it's fun#I love it#love my existence so much I literally just want this shit to be over aha#<3#personal#suicide mention tw#not literally but also literally iykwim ✌🏻
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ynbabe · 18 days
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We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader
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Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.
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A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!
Warnings: curses, lime
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y/nl/n
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y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨
Username they're relationship is so important to me actually
username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭
username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!
Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹
olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man
y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love
arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!
y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭
username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅
Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂
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arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.
username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!
Username he know he wrong for that first photo
Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??
Username bro all capped the my 😭
username mans petty as hell
username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that
username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!
oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!
arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again
y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)
arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰
username mans done with them 😂
You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.
You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.
You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.
You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.
"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.
"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.
He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"
"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.
His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.
"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.
Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.
"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.
He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.
"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.
"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.
"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.
Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.
You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"
He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.
olliebearman
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olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you
Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols
arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN
Username HUH?
username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other
username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.
charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?
y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭
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trying something new, thoughts?
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astonmartinii · 6 months
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into the arms of another part four | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x reader
wedding bells are ringing, but so are charles' ears because no one will stop talking about whether he'll make an appearance on the big day
part one | part two | part three | masterlist | tips
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yourusername: a night to remember where you don't remember much of it
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user1: how do i become part of this friendship group? real answers only.
maxverstappen1: how do i get to marry HER?
danielricciardo: i ask myself that everyday
maxverstappen1: that's not very girls support girls of you daniel
yourusername: yeah daniel, not being a girl's girl in the summer of barbie, i thought more of you...
danielricciardo: lets not get ahead of ourselves here
user2: y/n and max tag teaming daniel is my favourite thing from this relationship
danielricciardo: tag team? don't give me any ideas
yourusername: DANIEL?
maxverstappen1: DANIEL?
danielricciardo: do NOT pretend that y'all have not thought about it
maxverstappen1: we are getting married in a week do not proposition us for a threesome in a public instagram comment section
user3: max pretending like he's never thought about it
user4: how did we get to this point
yourbff1: threesome talk aside, we're so hot
maxverstappen1: hard agree
yourusername: i love you
yourbff1: i love you too
yourusername: and i love you too
yourbff1: you meant max didn't you ...
yourusername: maybe...
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maxverstappen1: this is a public service announcement do NOT let daniel ricciardo plan your stag party because you will not remember a single thing
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user7: the way like 80% of the grid were at this except charles ...
user8: wow colour me shocked he didn't invite the one guy who keeps disrespecting his fiancee to the stag party
danielricciardo: ummmmm this is false? you had a great time.
maxverstappen1: maybe i did all i know is that the bathroom on that plane did not enjoy it i don't think i can touch vodka ever again
danielricciardo: that was all you big boy, you don't know your limit
yourusername: glad to see you didn't kill him before our wedding
danielricciardo: i am really not liking the lack of faith in me
yourusername: he's literally passed out in the second picture daniel
danielricciardo: he's just taking a snooze RIGHT @maxverstappen1
maxverstappen1: yeah ... i just needed my beauty sleep
yourusername: erm you don't need any beauty sleep pretty boy
maxverstappen1: oh, why thank you 😊
user9: she's literally marrying you babe and ur STILL BLUSHING WHEN SHE CALLS YOU PRETTY
user10: this is really not a good sign for charles attending the wedding
user11: yall ever get tired of bringing this shit up HE FUCKED UP this is merely the consequences of his own actions.
user12: and according to mr. leclerc him and max aren't friends so why would he be invited?
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danielricciardo: max is currently passed out on my shoulder after talking for an hour straight about how much he loves y/n so here's my favourite pictures of them before they're officially married.
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user13: why am i actually dead ass crying over this?
user14: no cause the circumstances have been an actual shit show so i'm glad they've managed to get through it and are finally gonna tie the knot !!
user15: i've been in the literal trenches defending y/n and this relationship i deserve an invite to this wedding
yourusername: @maxverstappen1 omg we're so hot
maxverstappen1: i think you're the hot one babe
yourusername: you're literally the hottest man in the world STOP TALKING DOWN ON YOURSELF
maxverstappen1: i know, i know. i'm amazing, sexy and beautiful.
yourusername: TOO RIGHT
user16: is this ^^ positive affirmations
yourusername: yes, he's way too amazing to not believe that himself
user17: so like do they maybe want to adopt me?
landonorris: so as the sexiest groomsmen, can i have the scoop on whether there'll be any sexy bridesmaid
maxverstappen1: who said you're the sexiest?
landonorris: well since charles is out of the running there's a clear winner here - ME
danielricciardo: assuming the best man is not in this conversation cause my face card clears yours
user18: WAIT WHAT
user19: so it's confirmed, he's missing his best friend's wedding over him being petty, all hope in men is gone
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yourusername: no words. love of my life. best day ever. i love you forever maxy
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user25: OMFG IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL
fernandoalo_oficial: a really beautiful ceremony for my favourites, enjoy your honeymoon and make some time for the old man
yourusername: thank you for coming fernando and thank you for the literal snowmobile idk what we'll do with it but thank you
user26: what kind of a wedding gift is a SNOWMOBILE?
maxverstappen1: a sick one? thanks nando
danielricciardo: what a wonderful day, you guys are so perfect together, thank you for letting me be a part of your day
maxverstappen1: HE CRIED AHAHAHHAHAAHA HE LOVES US SO MUCH HE CRIED
danielricciardo: ummm obviously i watched you pine over her for as long as i've known you. you guys deserve this happiness after everything
yourusername: daniel we love you and your speech was so amazing i nearly cried all of my makeup off
user27: the way the old charles would've given such a banging speech i am in mourning
user28: girl it's their literal wedding post leave the comments about charles for once
sebastianvettel: lovely ceremony you too, much love to your future - seb, hanna and the kids xx
yourusername: thank you for coming seb !! love you guys, let us know if you want us to babysit
maxverstappen1: thank you for your support through all of this seb, you guys are the best
user29: so charles really got no one in his corner lol
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maxverstappen1: in sickness and in health, the biggest honour of my life is being your husband
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user30: this is my barbie this does not get any better for me
christianhorner: a wonderful ceremony for the loveliest couple, very grateful to be included in your special day.
masverstappen1: thank you for being there for me, and for not standing on y/n's dress with your two left feet
user31: yall gonna give any context?
user32: i think he's referring to the fact that christian filled the role jos would have at the wedding and during the parents dance, christian would've had a dance with y/n !!
user31: i think my heart just melted wedding of the century
user33: seeing all the wedding content without charles is so weird the whole time we've known y/n her and charles were attached at the hip :/
user34: i beg yall leave it out for one day, he could've been there HE HAD THE INVITATION but he didn't so leave it out
redbullracing: officially THE f1 couple 🫶
landonorris: congratulations and all that jazz but WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT PUNCH
yourusername: sorry lando i gave them the uni recipe
landonorris: oscar was sick on my shoes MY BEAUTIFUL SHOES
maxverstappen1: just send us the bill i can hear you bitching from our room
oscarpiastri: for the record THEY sat me next to kimi and seb and i tried to aim away from your shoes but the world was spinning
user35: okay i need to know the seating plan for this wedding ASAP
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excerpt of the podcast interview of y/n y/ln-verstappen.
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yourusername: my honeymoooooooooooooon with my super sexy and lovely HUSBAND
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user36: okay i've had enough of the cute posts WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?
user37: i crack myself up thinking about them setting up a lil tripod to take these
yourusername: and?
maxverstappen1: we're serving cunt x
user38: did yall see y/n's podcast interview?
user39: yes i'm glad she's got her closure now and can fully move on with her life
alexalbon: you guys are so sickeningly sweet i love you morons
yourusername: why thank you alex
lilymunhe: he said he deserves compensation for his half a season of listening to max pine
maxverstappen1: people think i'm embarrassed of that when LOOK AT MY WIFE OBVIOUSLY I WOULD PINE
maxverstappen1: and bro your apology was the open bar at the wedding
alexalbon: you guys are underestimating just how much this guy spoke about y/n
yourusername: fine we'll post in our albon shoes
albon_pets: this is why we love you y/n
user39: no charles comment... you hear that? peace.
note: i hope yall enjoyed this probably final part of into the arms of another. i hope it wasn’t disappointing lol i love this pairing with all my heart. (also wrote this at 4am on my couch after a MASSIVE FUCK OFF house spider came in my room (my dad said he killed it when i woke him up at 2am) but i was too scared to stay) xx
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nonpoppin · 25 days
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I remember you saying something that Farleigh doesn't intentionally make reader jealous, and when reader is jealous she doesn't act possessive/snubby and stuff and actually COMMUNICATES like a mature person, but does Farleigh?? 🤨🤨 I think not. How would reader deal with the bbg's jealousy? 🤔🤔🤔
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Summary: Farleigh needs to learn that he's not the only person in your life but until then, he's gonna be a little shit about it.
Or,
The one where Reader becomes a brat tamer.
Warnings: insecurities, talks of dom/sub shit, blowjobs, face sitting/pussy eating, PinV sex, begging, crying from overstimulation. Talks of cheating but not the way you think.
Notes: I don't take requests, i say as i write every cool ask i am sent. This is 3.7k words, unedited but I need it out of my drafts 💀 so I'm closing my eyes and posting.
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Farleigh hates Todd Foster.
He hates his smile and his annoying wheezy laugh. He hates his messy hair and his blue eyes. But most of all, he hates how Todd fucking Foster has just spawned into your life on a random Tuesday and how you couldn't seem to shut up about the man.
Farleigh's fingers twitch over his keyboard as he turns to peer back at your half dressed state. You're giggling. It shouldn't make him annoyed but it does, you're giggling– your makeup is smeared, his blanket is pulled up to cover your chest, the hickeys he left on your neck are on display, you're waking up in his bed after he's thoroughly fucked you to sleep hours prior but you're giggling at another man's text and it makes his skin itch.
“Baby.” He calls and you give a halfhearted hum. You don't look away from your phone, your fingers flying across your screen as another giggle slips from your lips. Farleigh turns, his arms crossing over his chest as his tongue drags across his teeth, “What round y'all on?”
That catches your attention. You blink at him, your head tilting as you take in the furrow of his brow— how his bare biceps bulge over his clenched fists to how low his sweatpants sit on his hips and how they shift even lower as he spreads his legs. He's pissed but lord above, he is hot. You have a hard time dragging your eyes away from his body but when you do, you're a little startled by the heat in his eyes, “What?”
“I said,” He starts, a humorless smile pulling at his lips. “What round are you and Todd on– seeing as you've been ignoring me for him since you've woken up.”
Your phone buzzes in your hand and you look down briefly to see Todd's response flash across the screen and Farleigh sucks his teeth. You jerk at the sound, your eyes finding his as a confused laugh leaves you, “I woke up to you studying, I didn't want to bother you and you don't even know if it's Todd-”
Farleigh can't help the sneer that pulls at his lips. “It’s always Todd.” He says. “‘Todd did this-’, ‘Todd did that -’ and ‘Babe did you know Todd-’ I would think he was your fucking boyfriend with the way you talk about him.”
An annoyed heat shoots through you and you swallow, blinking at your boyfriend. “What, so you want me to apologize for having friends?”
“You know what?” Farleigh is shaking his head,a scoff passing through his lips as turns back to face his desk. “Nevermind. I don't care.”
“But you obviously do.” You sigh. “Do you want to talk about it or–”
Farleigh speaks before he thinks, his head swimming in the anger he's so clearly trying to swallow back. “No, I wouldn't want to take time from your precious Todd.”
Farleigh can feel you gaping at the back of his head before a disbelieving laugh leaves your lips. Your hands are trembling as you push from his bed, your legs are a little shaky but you don't let that stop you from gathering your clothes off his floor. You throw them on haphazardly and Farleigh doesn't turn to look at you once, his shoulders drawn nearly to his ears in his effort to ignore you. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You spit once you slip on your shoes and Farleigh shrugs. You see his ears turning red from your place near his door and scoff. “Call me when you're less of a dick.”
You make sure to slam his door on the way out.
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“No offense but your boyfriend is a whiny bitch.”
Todd dodges the fry you throw at him with a laugh and you roll your eyes. “You don't get to call him names when this is your fault. He thinks we're fucking or something!”
Todd steals one of your fries, dipping in his milkshake. “No offense or anything coz’ you're a proper looker but you aren't my type.”
You throw your hands up. “I know that! I've said plenty of times we're just friends and I don't know today just got to him–” Todd opens his mouth and you silence him with a look. “And I'm not breaking up with him, that's stupid and I'm not going to drop you because that's not fair to me.”
“Well there goes two of my plans.” Todd jokes. He takes another one of your fries, looking away in thought. “He’s never done this before, right?”
“No, never.” You answer. “We always talked through our issues, you know? He's never snapped at me before.”
Todd hums, his eyes flicking back to you. “Fuck him.”
“Todd–”
“I’m serious.” He continues, he rolls his hand the fry flopping around limply in his grasp. “If this is the first time he's ever been jealous like this, fuck him. Show him there's nothing to be jealous about when you’re only rocking his world. Make him forget his name and all that.”
Flustered, you fall quiet. Your fingers drumming across the table as you think, “I don't– We experiment, yeah?”
Todd nods, eating the fry. “Naturally.”
“And he's always been the one rocking my world.” You continue slowly. Saying this out loud sounds wrong, the words feel like tar leaking from your mouth, sticking to your teeth. You love what Farleigh does for you and to you in the bedroom, you've been bent in half, fucked upside down, and tied up more times than you can count but it was always you never him. “I don't think he'd like it any other way.”
Todd snorts but when he sees your rather serious look he laughs. “You’re joking, right?”
“What?”
“Lovebug, no offense but your man wants to be dominated.” Todd starts his voice flat, “From what I've seen and what you've told me about him— he's practically begging for it. He even got this dreamy look in his eyes that one time you pinched his thigh and told him to behave.”
You sink in your seat. “You saw that?”
“I see everything but that's not the point.” Todd waves his hand. “The point is– the signs are there and your man is a brat. You just have to fuck him dormant.”
“Jesus.” You hiss, your face hot as you throw a cautious look around the diner. “Can you be any louder?”
Todd snickers at your embarrassment but falls silent to pick through your food and you're momentarily left with your thoughts. You wouldn't lie and say the idea didn't sound appealing to you— you liked being in charge, the rare times Farleigh let you do what you want while on top of him had been the hardest you've ever cummed. You had once ridden him so hard with your hand around his throat and that was hot—He hadn't stopped you nor pushed you off in the moment, in fact, his eyes seemed to have rolled to the back of his head as you bounced on him. There have been other times now that you've thought about it, times where Farleigh seemed to instantly cave when you put up a little fight, how his cheeks used to flush when you argued with him. Hell, you should have known when Farleigh had told you he loved you on top that one time he was drunk!
The groan that leaves you is pitched with embarrassment and self-realization. You've been blind and Todd was right— Farleigh had been fucking begging for it. “He could have just asked.” You speak mostly to yourself, your voice filled with annoyance but thinly veiled want. Your blood is running hot as you begin to imagine Farleigh under you. Truly, under you and him begging. “He’s so annoying.”
Todd laughs, his eyes twinkling. “Glad you've figured it out. Now, can you do me a huge favor and get me his cousin's number–”
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Farleigh nearly breaks his phone when he gets a notification from your Myspace account. It's a picture of you and Todd, he's the one who took the picture, his wide toothy smile front and center with you in the background, a half smile on your face, your chin resting on your palm. It's been four hours since you stormed out, you didn't call, you didn't text him, you didn't even update your mood on Myspace to be passive aggressive. You spent four hours away from him and Farleigh could only assume you spent the entirety of that time with Todd.
His mood only worsens when he sees that your mood status has finally changed. Touched. The first thought that flies through his mind is ‘He bets you are.’ Before he shakes it from his head almost violently— Farleigh knows you and knows that you'd sooner die than ever cheat on anyone let alone him. Farleigh knows better but he can't help the bitterness that boils in his blood, he can't but be jealous. The very thought of him, Farleigh Start, being jealous makes his stomach turn. He was used to making his partner jealous but you had quickly nipped that in the bud when you first started dating and you had sat him down and explained that he hurt your feelings and before then, before you, Farleigh wouldn't have cared. Farleigh tries to ignore his thoughts that are telling him why he cares so much— it's a word he's barely ever used but it settles in his head, makes his bones ache as he closes his eyes with a groan.
Farleigh loves you. He knows he does, he wouldn't have stuck around this long if he didn't and he's fucking scared of it; of this hold you have on him.
It's been four hours since he's seen you and it's been four hours of him starting to text an apology, only to delete it. Four hours of him punching in your number before turning off his phone before he could dial it. Farleigh wants to say he's sorry but it's like pulling rotten teeth out with a pair of rusted pliers. It's good to get the rot out, to stop it before it turns deadly but there's always a chance of the rust making it worse.
Farleigh is typing out what feels like his hundredth, ‘I’m sorry–’ text when his door knob jiggles. He shuts off his phone, tossing it as he throws his feet over the edge of his bed, ready to answer the door, assuming it's probably Felix when he hears the key slide into its slot. He freezes, if only for a moment before his heart starts to pound— only you have a key to his room. An illegal little copy he slid to you when the two of you got really serious.
You don't see him when you enter and Farleigh doesn't dare speak. You're huffing to yourself, shrugging your jacket off and kicking off your shoes— your whole outfit is different from when you left; it's cute but comfortable. A sweater skirt clings to your hips, a matching in color oversized sweater sliding off your shoulders. Farleigh swallows at the sight of you and you turn, nearly jumping out of your skin when the both of you make eye contact.
Farleigh shifts. He hasn't bothered to change— still in the same sweatpants and shirtless, he feels underdressed before you. “You’re back.”
You quirk a brow at him. “Of course I'm back.”
The way you say it makes him feel warm. Like he's an idiot for thinking you'd ever walk away from him. It's that warmness that has him throwing his arms open for you and it has him melting when you come without a fight. Farleigh loops his arms around your waist, pulling you so close you're arching into him. His head rests on your chest, ear pressed against your steady heartbeat and he mumbles. “Sorry.”
Your hands rub their way up his arms before they settle on his shoulders. “That’s it?”
Farleigh groans against you. “I’m really, really sorry for snapping at you. Wasn't right and I'm an asshole.”
You hum, your fingers sliding up the base of his neck. You angle his head up and press a kiss against his lips. Farleigh sighs into your mouth— the kiss is sweet, slow as leaking syrup and warm so when you make the move to deepen it, your tongue licking into his mouth and fingers curling into his hair, Farleigh lets out a startled gasp. This kiss is filthy. More than he's ever gotten from you, you're kissing him like you're starved, it's all tongues and teeth– and when you suck on his tongue and bite on his lip and Farleigh feels himself swelling in his pants. “Fuck,” He gasps, leaning away to suck in air. You don't stop kissing him, trailing kisses across his face and down his neck. “I thought– I thought you were mad at me?”
You shake his arms free from your waist as you begin to kneel before him, your lips find his neck and your teeth scrape against his pulse and Farleigh bites his lip and even though he's confused he bares his neck to you and you wonder how you never noticed. “I am.” You mumble against his skin. You're careful with how you press your teeth into his skin and Farleigh moans all the same, his hands clenching at his sides. You soothe the darkening skin with a small kiss, “I’m really upset with you, Far’.”
Farleigh starts to apologize again, his lips start to form the words but when you settle to your knees before him blinking up at him, he feels his heart skip several beats and his teeth clack with how fast he shuts his mouth. You palm him through his sweats, your cheek nuzzling against his crotch and if he didn't feel you through his pants, Farleigh would be sure he was dreaming. “I’m– Baby, I'm so confused right now.”
You smile up at him. “You remember our safe word?”
He's sure his brain whites out. Your lips are moving, he sees them but he doesn't hear you— his blood rushing everywhere but to his head. The breath that leaves him is little, punched out of him but he's nodding his head so quickly he sure his brain is rattling in his skull. “Yeah,” He whispers and Farleigh thinks he's shaking from his building excitement. You give him a look and he bites back a smile. It's cute to see you trying to be like this– he thinks the dominance doesn't fit you but you're willing to give and he's eager to take.“Yeah I remember, it's ‘basket’.”
You nod and your hands find the tops of his sweats. Farleigh is quick to help you pull them off and you lean back and watch as he kicks them off his legs as his dick springs free. You nearly roll your eyes at the lack of underwear but Farleigh works a quick down himself out of reflex and it has you smacking his hand away. He opens his mouth to protest, maybe, but you're already leaning forward, your hands falling on his twitching thighs as you pepper kisses along his cock and his mouth slams shut. It's rare that you do this with him, a bad experience in the past made you hesitant and Farleigh would never force you to do so, so it was usually saved for birthdays, anniversaries or the rare day you felt confident enough to do so. Your tongue drags across the underside of his dick and he allows a soft moan to fall from his lips, he guesses you're feeling confident in your anger.
It's embarrassing how quickly he becomes undone. You only give him small teasing kisses and licks, your tongue dances across his flushed tip and he's dripping, his cock twitching in your steady hands. When you finally take him in your mouth, the sound that punches out of him is tortured,“Oh, fuck, please.” He moans. His legs clench in effort not to fuck up into your mouth, his fingers digging into the bed sheets. Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head, drooling down the length of him, your lashes flutter as you take him. Farleigh has always been a mouthful, he's warm and salty but it's not unpleasant— he tastes faintly of his body wash. You swallow around him and his stomach clenches, a moan of your name tumbling out his lips. “Do that again, please.”
And you do, over and over again till he's panting and moaning above you, your jaw aches but you don't stop. He chants your name like it's something sacred and the sounds send a red hot rod of desire shooting through you, “I’m gonna cum.” He warns his voice breaking and you only feel a little bad when you pull away, a glob of spit connecting you both.
Farleigh whines, dragging out your name but you're pushing to your feet, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. You have an odd, heavy look in your eye and Farleigh thinks— how angry could you really be when you're guiding him to lay back against his bed as you pull your clothes off. How mad can you really be when you're climbing on top of him, putting your soaking cunt in his face and telling him,“Make a mess.”
Farleigh drags you down till you're resting heavy against his face, his arms round tight around your thighs as he licks into you. He grinds his nose against your clit, his tongue dipping in and out of your clenching hole as your hips roll against his face. Your hand is clenched in his hair, pulling him closer and he moans, drooling as you guide his head to move faster against your pussy. He's mouthing against you, swallowing everything you have to offer and you moan, grinning, “You like that?” You ask, yanking his head back and away from your cunt. His face is shiny with your slick and his eyes are glossy, he licks his lips nodding as much as he could in your grip. It makes your smile grow, “You like eating my pussy?”
Farleigh can't even pretend to be embarrassed when he moans out a desperate ‘yes’ because you're guiding his head back to where he wants to be most and your hand is reaching back to stroke his still sensitive dick. He tries to keep his focus on you, sliding his tongue through your folds but your thumb slides over the head of his cock, smearing precum down his length and his hips jump to chase the feeling. He attempts to lean back to see what you're doing and the moment he does, your hand stills. You're looking at him with a raised brow and he's whining again, trying to jerk his hips into your warm hand. “I’m just– baby, I'm so close.”
You blink, “So?”
His mouth drops open, he stutters, “I just–” He licks his lips again, his hands tightening on your thighs. “I really, really want to cum and I promise I'll make you cum so hard after just please, baby it feels like my heart is gonna explode.”
Your hand tightens on his dick and moans softly. “I thought you were sorry.”
“I am but–”
“So show me your sorry instead of begging to cum like some sort of–” You stop yourself and Farleigh watches with curious eyes, you already got this far, you might as well commit to it. “–Some sort of slut. Make me cum and I'll think about whether you deserve it or not.”
Farleigh takes a breath, his eyelashes fluttering. How bad can it be? When even at your meanness, you're stumbling over your words and you're still touching him, giving him little taste of pleasure. How bad could it really, really be?
An hour later, he realizes he fucked up. He's choking back a sob, a fist pressed to his mouth as you bounce on his dick. You're chasing your own pleasure, you're ignoring his begging, his choked moans. You've already cummed twice, on his mouth and the second time you had just warmed his cock while you touched yourself till you were shaking, clenching around him so tight he nearly bursted but you know him, you were quick to pull off of him and even the drag of that had him moaning. You've cummed twice and Farleigh still hasn't reached his peak, you smacked away his efforts to try, you had called him names but then kissed his tears, you had kept his hands to your breast so he couldn't change your pace. He was shaking, broken versions of your name falling from his lips.
“Oh, god– please.” He gasps, his hand flying from his mouth and to his side. He knows he can't touch you by now, you always slowed your pace when he tried. “I’m sorry. I'm so fucking sorry– I'll be g-good, I'll be so fucking good baby, I needa– oh fuckfuckfuck–”
You smile, leaning forward with a small moan. “Yeah? Y-you'll be good?”
Farleigh is nodding his head so fast you momentarily fear it'll fall off his neck. But he's babbling, drooling— his eyes on how your pussy swallows his dick. “S-so fucking good, please, please–”
You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, “Go ahead, baby boy.”
His hands find your waist instantly as he fucks up into you at a pace that has your breath hitching. You grasp for his shoulders as he moans in your ear, he's slurring his words but it sounds a little like–
“Oh, fuck– I fucking love you– Love your pretty fucking pussy, oh shit, o-oh shitttt.”
When he cums it's warm, sputtering and endless. He continues to roll up into you, his teeth sealing over your shoulder and he bites, groaning from his own prolonged overstimulation and you have no choice but to take it, clenching and milking him for all he's worth. When he's done, he gives his hips one last thrust before he leans back, his arms still wrapped around you and lets his back hit his bed with a tired huff. “G-give me like two minutes and I promise I'll make you cum.”
You laugh softly, drawing a pattern across his sweaty chest as you look up at him. “I’m fine, Far’. Are you okay?”
He looks down at you with a wide smile. “We are so doing that again.”
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symbiotic-slime · 1 year
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Heat like Fire
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a/n: happy halloween my fellow monsterfuckers!! couldn't have a spooky season without blessing y'all with a spicy venom fic
pairing: Venom/Host!Reader [AFAB, Gender Neutral]
word count: 1.5k
content: NSFW, developing relationship, mating cycles, tentacle sex, mild dom/sub, tentacle bondage, biting, degradation
Mature Audiences ONLY
You sat on your cracked leather couch, staring at the screen of your TV. A cheesy Hallmark-style movie was playing, though you weren't paying attention. You felt sick. Your body ached, your skin was clammy, and the worst was that nothing you did seemed to help. The ice pack did nothing to cool your body, the meds hadn't put a dent in the aches.
And someone was being... decidedly quiet.
"God, Ven, what's going on?" You groaned, your head woozy. "Are we sick? I feel like I've got the worst flu of my life."
“No, we're not.” They sounded defensive, like there was something they were hiding from you.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on? You seem to know," you snarked.
Silence.
"Ven? I just want to know what the fuck is going on with my body."
"We are in heat," they said, their voice heavy with guilt.
"We're in WHAT?" You demanded, springing out of your seat.
"Heat, [Y/N]."
"Like some kind of fucking animal?!" A sharp pain shot through your stomach, and you were forced to sit back down. "No... no no no this can't be happening. Humans don't go into heat."
"Symbiotes do."
"Fuck." You buried my head in your hands. You shifted your weight, moaning as slick rolled down your leg. "What are we going to do? It's not like we can just go out and find someone who's willing to fuck us through this."
"You could always call that person you were seeing before."
"Alex?" You asked incredulously.
"Yes," they hissed. "I'm sure they'd love to see you like this."
"I don't think someone who ghosted me would want to help with this. God, I don't even think I could explain this to them," you groaned. "Even if I could, I don't think I'll be able to wait long enough for them to get here. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."
There was a tentative pause, an odd silence in your head.
"We could always help you with it," they mumbled, their voice subdued, almost nervous.
Were they offering to have sex with you?
"You mean like... making it go away?" You laughed nervously.
"If we could make this go away, morsel, we wouldn't be here."
They were definitely offering to have sex with you.
And you weren't... opposed to it.
Your body quite liked the idea. Blood rushed to your cheeks as your legs spread further apart. Your pussy throbbed at the thought of their tendrils wrapping around your skin, toying with you while you're completely helpless.
You told yourself that was just because of the heat. It wasn't that you was actually attracted to them, you were just reacting weirdly because your body needed to be fucked.
That was totally what this was.
"What... what would that be like?" You fidgeted, my hands tapped against my thigh.
"It could be anything you want," they purred, sending shivers down my spine.
You moaned, loud and obscene, and quickly shoved a hand over your mouth.
"You need to be somewhere comfortable, morsel. A nest."
You cocked your head to the side. "Like a bed?"
"Yes, that would work."
"Can you take us there, love?" The pet name just slipped out, but it felt right. "I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I try to stand."
"Of course." Your body was rigid as they seized control of it. Their movements were jerky and uncanny, but you didn't collapse into a heap on the floor. That was a bonus.
They laid you down on the bed gently, removing your clothes as their tendrils delicately wrapped around your legs.
You moaned and arched your back, desperate for any sort of friction.
Your face grew hot when I realized what you'd done. You squirmed. "Fuck," you groaned. "Why am I like this?"
"It's because of your heat, [Y/N]. We already established this."
You sighed, exasperated. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed them inside of you. "Venom. Please just shut up and fuck me."
More tendrils slinked out of your body, pulling your hands above your head and pinning you to the bed. You tugged on them, testing their strength. There was no give to them.
"We know exactly what you want," they purred into my ear. "What you crave."
You whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow.
The tendrils around your legs tightened, keeping your legs spread far apart. The rest spoiled over your body in a shibari-like pattern, claiming you as theirs.
"We know our morsel likes this," they said as their tendrils played with your nipples, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath them.
"Please, Venom, I need you to fuck me," you whined.
"Beg for it."
Usually you would be mortified by the idea of that, but you beyond embarrassment.
"Please," you whined, your slick soaking the sheets beneath me. "I need you to fuck me. Please, Ven, I need you inside me."
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
You moaned as Venom's tendrils traced up my thighs, caressed every inch of your body. One of the ones playing with your chest split off, wrapping around your neck to form a collar. You squirmed and tried to bring yourself closer to them, but the bonds didn't budge.
"You can squirm all you want, morsel, but you're powerless against me. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to."
You whimpered. You were so weak in comparison to them, so powerless, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
A tendril found your clit, rubbing it ever so gently. A jolt of electricity shot through your spine, your back arching into the sensation.
One of their tendrils finally eased its way into your cunt. You moaned as another joined it, pulsating inside of you.
"You're so loud, slut. So eager. If we had our way, we'd be making you scream." Their voice was low and lust-ridden as their tendrils forced their way into your mouth. "But we can't have anyone interrupting us, can we?"
You sucked them further in, loving the feeling of them gagging you. They chuckled darkly and indulged you, pushing themselves further until you were choking.
And fuck it felt so good.
They pulled back in my throat, letting me breathe as they slowly began to thrust into my pussy.
You tried to buck your hips up into them, only to not be able to move. You needed more, more of them inside of you, pounding into your pussy and breeding you.
They must've sensed this desire, as they started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Their tendrils stretched you so well, so perfectly.
Their tendrils pressed deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot.
Your moan was muffled by the tentacle in your mouth, one which was coated in your spit. Drool rolled down your chin, landing on the pillow beneath your head.
"You take us so well, sweet one," Venom purred as their tendrils continued to fuck into you. "It's like you were made for us."
Venom wasn't lying when they said they could give you anything you wanted. Their tendrils pounded into your sweet spot every time. Their tendril on your clit, rubbing and sucking, brought you closer to the edge faster than anyone ever had before.
The heat was building in your stomach. You felt your stomach muscles tense, ready to release.
Tendrils pulled away from your chest. Their head emerged, fangs bared in a feral grin.
"We can tell how close you are morsel," they growled. They moved their head closer to you until their fangs brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "We think we know how to push you over the edge."
Their fangs sunk into your flesh, drawing an obscenely loud moan from you. You threw your head back as you came, your toes curling. You shook softly as the feeling enveloped you.
You collapsed, your body like a dead weight. The tendrils holding you in place loosened. Some retreated back inside of you, while others gently caressed your form.
The tendrils inside of you pulled out slowly, drawing a small moan from you before retreating back into your body.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweet one?" Venom asked.
"I think that's an understatement, dear. God, we might just have to make that a regular occurrence." You smiled, pulling their head in to kiss between their eyes.
They blinked, uncharacteristically quiet as they healed the bite mark on your neck. They left just enough of a mark that it looked like a hickey, a reminder that you were theirs.
They stared at you for a moment before purring, nuzzling into your face.
"We love you, [Y/N]."
"Love you too, Ven."
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lazyjellyfish300 · 3 months
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Blurred Lines❤️‍🩹
Miguel O'Hara x Fem reader
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Synopsis: you and Miguel have a casual arrangement of just sex. You reluctantly agree in hopes that you can get him to fall for you. Unfortunately, it's not that simple. Word count 5.3k
Part 2
TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(it's a little on the more mild side imo but P IN V, ORAL (F AND M RECEIVING), FINGERING), ANGST, CASUAL RELATIONSHIP, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, COLDER MEAN MIGUEL, SAD, LIGHT DV(HE PUNCHES A WALL AFTER YOU SLAP AND SHOVE HIM) IF ANYTHING LIKE THAT IS QUITE DIFFICULT FOR YOU, I'D RECOMMENDED NOT READING ❤️
SPANISH SPEAKERS, feel free to correct me. I'm SO sorry if I fucked it up. I hope y'all enjoy some more angsty Miguel. 🖤 This one is a longer one, sorry!
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You're a new lab tech at Spider Society's HQ in Nueva York and it's your first day. Bright eyed and bushy-tailed you, fresh out of college and not aware of what's about to hit you.
Until he walks by the pillar you're leaning against during your debriefing by Jessica Drew.
"Who's he?" you kind of softly squeak out as you watch the gorgeous man walk by. He's exceptionally tall and handsome, his chiseled features in a stoic expression, crimson eyes scanning his surroundings as he passes. He takes notice of you for a brief moment, then continues on. You shamelessly hold him in your gaze as he disappears down a dark corridor.
Jess follows where your eyes are looking and smirks. "That's Miguel O'Hara. He's my boss, actually. You won't have to worry about him except when you do blood samples. He mainly deals with the Spiders. If he gives you trouble, don't take it personally, it's just how he is." Jess leans in a little closer, speaking woman to woman now.
"Just between you and me, girl. You're gonna wanna stay away from him. Everyone here wants him. But he's emotionally unavailable. You seem like a nice girl. Don't waste your time. Trust me, I've seen it."
You nod slowly, somewhat discouraged by that. But, against your better judgement, you start coming to work in your cutest, sluttiest outfits that you can put together without breaking the lab safety rules. Thigh high boots, tight little skirts that hit you mid thigh, off the shoulder knit tops that halt just below the round tops of your cleavage, and skin tight dresses that hug you in all the right places.
Every week when you deliver the lab reports to Miguel, you have a different outfit on for him, hair and makeup done, flashing the most stunning smiles you can muster at him, staring directly into his eyes when he speaks, enthusiastically bobbing your head.
Week after week, Miguel seems to keep the same stoic disposition with you, not cracking under the flirtatious pressure you're applying to him with your overzealous attention and special outfits. Just how many layers to this guy is there? You wonder.
One day, about a month later since you started, Miguel is in the middle of a rant about the lab department and their tardiness on sample readings as of late, expecting you take his feedback to your supervisor when, you slowly bring your pen to your mouth, biting the cap ever so lightly while staring at Miguel's lips, not even hiding the fact that you've stopped paying attention and are focusing on more... intriguing matters.
Miguel's flow of speech stalls for a minute as you bring the pen to your mouth. He snaps out of it and continues on, then pauses again. He looks away from you and his jaw tenses. "Mierda(shit)..." he mutters.
Your face gets a little warm, but you smile, keeping the pen in your teeth. It would seem that your efforts this time were paying off.
"I forgot where I was going with that..." Miguel says, still turned away from you. "Never mind, you can leave now," he says cooly.
Your eyebrows raise a little bit, surprised he's just dismissing you like that, but you don't argue. You turn on your heel and walk away, heels clunking on the floor. Meanwhile, Miguel grabs the edge of his desk, knuckles turning white.
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Next week, you head for Miguel's office again, carrying the stack of weekly reports. You're wearing a new long sleeved black dress under your lab coat, channeling your inner Morticia Addams. You're feeling a little more excited this time, wondering if he'll act as flustered as he did last week when you teased him with your pen in your mouth.
You approach Miguel, his back turned to you as he stares at several yellow-orange surveillance holograms at his desk. He recognizes the sound of your heels on the floor but doesn't turn around.
"Happy Friday, got your reports right here!" You announce in a whimsical tone.
Miguel sighs and turns his head, looking down. He then turns to you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he takes the stack of papers in his hand, scanning the top page. After a moment of silence, he moves his head, motioning to a hallway that leads to the archive room.
"Come with me," he says nonchalantly, already walking towards the hallway. You raise an eyebrow but follow after him, stuffing your hands in your lab pockets.
Once you're down the hall, you enter a room which is a maze of filing cabinets, most of them even towering over Miguel, who's 6'9. Miguel takes a few sharp turns, leading you deeper into the maze then finally stops at the one he's looking for. He throws the stack of papers in the cabinet with a slam and an echo off the empty walls and looks at you, crossing his arms and leaning back against the cabinet.
"You look beautiful today," he says in a soft voice.
You freeze, alarmed by his casual demeanor he seemed to pull out of nowhere.
"Um, thank you..." you feel your cheeks get hot and your stomach squirm with excitement and fluster. You only daydreamed of this happening, your gorgeous work crush finally noticing AND complimenting you in the same day.
"Is that a new dress?" His crimson eyes are roaming you up and down as he approaches you, caging you in against a tall cabinet behind you.
Your stomach leaps up to your throat, your breasts heaving.
"Yeah..."
Miguel's eyelids flutter a little bit at your breasts moving against the fabric of your dress as you became more flustered.
"I like it," he whispers.
Then, he's pinned you against the filing cabinet, attacking your mouth with his lips, his hands flying to both sides of your throat, his thumbs smoothing into your cheeks, his hips pressed against you.
"Ugnhh..." your hands fly to his hair on their own accord, your fingers getting lost in his chocolate strands. You kiss him with everything you can, sucking and biting his lip. He's a damn good kisser. Each stroke of his lips is sending you into orbit as you feel growing warmth in your core.
"Keep walking in my office dressed so slutty every week, hmm? Thinking I wouldn't notice?" He groans into your mouth. He grabs your chin in his fingers, forcing your head back. He leans in and begins kissing your neck, relishing the way you begin to shiver, making soft pretty moans for him. He makes his way up your neck, pausing at your ear, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb.
"Wrap your legs around me," he whispers.
You jump into his arms, winding your thighs tightly around his waist, seizing him as tight as you can, even adding a little roll of your hips, hungry for friction.
Miguel grunts at your eagerness and uses the cabinet behind you to pin you up against, still keeping you wrapped around him. He uses one hand to guide your dress back up and over your thighs, groaning when he realizes you went commando today. He gives you his fingers, causing sharp, high pitched moans to escape you.
"Monta mis dedos, hermosa."
(Ride my fingers, beautiful)
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Now, when you eventually did your walk of shame back to the lab, your first time having sex with Miguel seemed like a blur, but in those heated moments during that encounter, they seemed endless and mind-numbing. The pleasure was damn near overwhelming.
No man's fingers sent you into orgasm as many times as his did. No man's tongue ever explored and lapped you up as intimately and expertly as his did.
And no man's cock was as fucking addictive and dangerous as his was.
You were now his little slut and you loved it.
Even though you didn't really confide in any of your co-workers, people around HQ seemed to put two and two together that you were the one to be envied, the new woman occupying Miguel's bed and attention.
After the second time you guys hooked up, you laid in his bed at HQ, the Queen sized bed seeming almost not big enough to hold his enormous size as he pounded you relentlessly into it. Hours passed until you both were covered in sweat, fully coated in each other's slick, the comforter and top sheet cast to the side, since the heat you generated during the rounds you two shared was more than enough to keep you warm.
You panted, staring at his ceiling, absolutely hammered with satisfaction.
He sat up after a few moments, rubbing the back of his neck. He got up and went into his bathroom. You heard the sounds of him relieving himself and then a squeak from a faucet as his shower turned on.
You come out of your daze after a moment, confused. You feel a slight tug of worry as you see him turn on the shower immediately, occupying himself right after you fucked and can't help but feel a rush of insecurity in what you thought was a pleasurable experience for the both of you.
He just seemed to need to rinse off as the water shuts off only after a couple minutes. He walks out with a towel around his waist, water dripping from his body, creating little pools on his tile floor, digging in his dresser drawers for some underwear and clean clothes.
"I have a meeting in about a half hour. You're welcome to rest for a bit longer, though. I trust you to lock my door on your way out?"
You blink rapidly, taken aback by his shortness with you. But, you realize you don't really have a good reason to be upset right now. You two certainly aren't dating. You haven't even had a long, meaningful conversation or got to know the guy yet. Just one, now two, steamy hookups at work and that's it.
You nod with a tight lipped smile, trying to hide your disappointment. Miguel nods back in acknowledgement and goes back to drying himself off, resting a leg on an armchair in the corner, still butt naked.
You just watch him, captivated by his beauty. You realize that you're not going to get clarity on what this is between you two unless you speak now.
"Miguel....?"
His name sounds innocent in the way it leaves your lips, despite the filth they were committing on his genitals just an hour earlier.
He looks at you, not pausing his task.
"Yes?"
You hesitate, scared of his reaction to your next question.
"Um, what are we, exactly? Or, rather, I guess, what is this we're doing?" You gesture between yourself and him.
He finally stops and looks at you, his brow furrows.
Your heart drops, realizing you might have spoke too soon.
But his brow softens, just a little bit. It was only a natural question to ask, after all. What kind of ass would he be for being upset at you for asking? But unfortunately, at this time, what he has to offer is probably not what you're hoping for.
"Well...," he says quietly, thinking deeply. "I think we definitely have strong physical chemistry together. I'd like to have more of these experiences with you, if you're up for it."
You nod, slightly encouraged by the news but wanting more.
"And so...are we exclusively seeing each other?"
Miguel doesn't answer right away, but then he says firmly after a beat, "I don't date."
You feel a knot in your stomach. Not what you wanted to hear, for sure.
"But, I do think us limiting or having no other sexual partners while we're seeing one another is a sensible thing to do," he says. "Out of respect for you and I, either one of us should let the other know if we begin seeing someone else, or if we wish to terminate the relationship."
You sit, slowly processing his words, pulling the top sheet over your legs as the heat from your encounter has now worn off.
"So, you'd like to have just a physical relationship with me? Like friends with benefits?"
Miguel nods slowly. "Yeah, you could call it that, I suppose."
Your mind races, you already know this is a horrible idea but here you are contemplating it anyway.
"Just sex, but we're only fucking each other, and either one of us can end the relationship at any time? No feelings involved?"
Miguel gives you a little grin. "Sounds good to me. But, I do want to heavily emphasize the last part. No feelings involved, please. If you don't think you'll be able to do this, there's no shame in letting me know."
You swallow. "Any, um...reason why you're so against dating or having any sort of emotional commitment?"
Miguel blinks. "I'd rather not get deep into that, but, I suppose to make myself more understood: I avoid emotional affairs, mainly due to my work and because of the lifestyle I lead. I have tremendous responsibilities and I can't devote time to nurture a relationship like a normal person would. Does that answer your question?"
You fiddle with a strand of your hair. "Yeah...that makes more sense."
You look off, still deep in thought. You're at the ledge, almost about to jump, despite the obvious pain that would inevitably become yours when you hit the water, the sharp rocks of disappointment and heartache would become your bed.
"I would like to be friends with benefits with you, on one condition," you say.
"What's that?" a small smirk appears on Miguel's face, a little excited now at your willingness to give him your body on a regular basis.
"We spend at least 30 minutes after the deed holding each other, just as part of normal aftercare."
Miguel raises his eyebrows, a quizzical look on his face. He's been out of the dating game for so long. He had to relearn how to be soft and let that side of him through again, and it didn't come naturally. But it sure doesn't mean that he's changing his mind on wanting to be something more than fuck buddies, he still wanted to stay away from the unpredictable tides of human emotions at all costs.
"Very well, fair. I don't mind a little cuddle afterwards, for your sake. If that's all you need?" He asks.
You nod silently, hoping your modest request isn't turning him off.
He walks over to you, getting back on the bed, putting an arm behind his head while you scoot closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder, sighing in content. He wraps his free hand around your shoulder, closing his eyes, allowing the time to pass in silence.
The silence is a little uncomfortable, but at least he's holding you. After some time, Miguel gives your shoulder a squeeze and sits up. "Perdóname(forgive me), I really do need to get going now. Take your time, though you know. And lock the door behind you on your way out please."
"When would you like to do this again?" You ask.
"Tomorrow, at 11 am," he answers. He looks at you with a small side smile. "I'll clear your schedule with your supervisor. Don't worry about it."
You shoot a smile his way, excited about playing hooky tomorrow to fuck Miguel instead. And the best part was he was in on it too. Even if you couldn't be his girlfriend, this was the next best thing, or so you told yourself.
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The next day at 11 am, your third physical encounter is well underway as you're on your knees under Miguel's desk, sucking him off during one of his virtual meetings. Peter B is rattling off, throwing in some painful dad jokes which makes Miguel roll his eyes. You stuff more of him in the back of your throat, forcing his attention back you.
"Carajo (fuck)....keep doing that," he mutters to you. You moan in response, your mouth full of him, throwing everything you can into each flick of your tongue.
Miguel groans and grabs a fistful of your hair. "So fuckin pretty," he coos quietly to you.
"What's that, Miguel?" Peter asks through the meeting speakers.
"Shut the FUCK up Peter," Miguel hisses back, moving your head with his hand.
"Okay, so anyway, like I was saying...." Peter continues.
Miguel shuts off the meeting with a short grunt.
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The 4th time, you find yourself fogging the windows in his car as you straddle him, moving your hips in toe-curling circles, edging him closer to combustion in his backseat.
The 5th time, your legs are on his shoulders in his office again. The 6th time, he's between your legs at your apartment, gently coaxing the soul out of your body with his torturous tongue. You glance down at him and he's looking up at you, intoxicated with the taste of everything you're excreting onto his perfect face.
You melt at the sight and realize when you're shaking afterwards that your worst fear is becoming a reality. Your fucking is turning into lovemaking, expressions of lust giving way to affection, the passion molding into adoration.
You clinged to the breadcrumbs he offered you, your delusion fueling the belief that over time, they could sustain you. Any praise he offered you when he was rutting into you, you collected in the empty pockets lining your heart, not knowing you were building your own Roman Empire. The naive architect over your own demise. His crimson eyes your downfall.
The part of your brain you thought you could shut off while you let your body do the talking was in fact alive. Somewhere along the line, one of the hundred deadly thrusts of his hips was responsible for flicking the switch.
Letting him in was like your own version of a Trojan Horse. His troubled soul and enchanting voice pulled and tugged at your trustful and altruistic nature until he lowered your guard. Soon, he was laying siege and attacking the city of your heart, carelessly laying waste to the very walls that welcomed him...not caring that you were drowning in your own blood you shed at his expense, his own confession of love for you the only antidote for your suffering, which you only hoped to God existed, possibly harboured somewhere in the far down recesses of his mind that he didn't dare open.
The 7th time, you're having sex in your bed again. He's on top of you this time. And you're not sure if it's the delicious way he's groaning when you say his name, the tender way he's cupping your face and not letting you look anywhere else but him as he rocks his full length into you, but it causes you to blurt out,
"I love you, Miguel."
He pants, and stops moving, hanging his head with his eyes shut. He holds the position for a moment then climbs off of you, rubbing his face and temples as he sits on the edge of the bed. You sit up too, wishing you could reel your words back into your head as quickly as you said them.
"I'm sorry...," you bite your lip. "Please don't stop..."
After a beat, he stands up and begins to look for his clothes. "It's fine." He says simply.
You look at him in disbelief. "Are you serious right now?"
"I made it very clear from the beginning. I don't do feelings. I don't do relationships. This is why I steer clear of this bullshit all together, because it always ends up being my fault!" He snarled, stuffing his clothes into his hands and hastily throwing on his shirt.
Your jaw falls open, it was though he did a 180. In place of who you thought could be a caring and attentive man who made you feel beautiful and spent hours learning your body and pleasuring you in ways you never thought possible, it was Mr. Hyde to his Dr. Jekyll, callous, cruel, and indifferent to your feelings. The version of him who only cared about getting off, not minding that he willingly went down this road with you, and only after causing you to fall did he take a turn, leaving you stranded.
He sighs deeply. "Look, I think we should take a break. It's not over, we can maybe resume at a later time. But it's clear you need space, and I need space too." He puts his pants back on. "I just need you to understand that no matter what, I'm not going to allow you, or myself make this into anything more than what we agreed upon in the beginning: just sex, that's it."
Tears begin to fall down your face, your heart beginning to ache in your chest from the sword he just planted in it.
"Why don't you let anyone in? Is it that crazy that maybe a girl like me actually gives a shit about you for once and isn't out for your money or your looks or to break your heart?!" you spit your words at him, coated in anguish.
He's facing away from you, fully dressed now, and deep down it kills him to see you like this, but he's too prideful and too much of a fucking coward to let you see that it does.
"I'm leaving..." he says quietly. "I came here to fuck and enjoy my time with you, not have my head examined. I'll see you around." He leaves your room, walking to your front door.
Rage is seething out of your eardrums. You scream after him,"DON'T BOTHER! LOSE MY FUCKING NUMBER!!! Fucking asshole..."
You hear a click as your front door closes and you collapse into a fray of heartbreak on your bed, your tears driving you to sleep.
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The next few weeks are torture as you do everything you can to forget him. Pretend as though nothing happened. Pretend as though he never ravaged your body like he did. Pretend like he never broke you apart with his tongue. Pretend like he didn't snatch your heart from your chest. Pretend like he didn't cause you to fall in love with him only for him to leave you bleeding on the ground.
You start forcing one of the other lab techs to take the weekly reports to him as you don't even want to see his face. You're successful at avoiding him for the most part, until you catch him out of the corner of your eye talking to a Spider-Woman, craning her neck to look up at him as she batted her doe eyes and pouted her lip, green claws of jealousy sinking into you once more.
It was the night of the annual Spider Gala where the achievements of the Spider Society would be the highlights of the evening and various awards would be presented, with all employees expected to attend. You broke down and told Jess about your heartbreak from Miguel, and she managed to convince you to attend anyways.
"Show his dumb ass what he's missing out on."
And show him, (and all the male spiders), you did. Necks turned as you made your way across the room to the bar, donning a strapless black evening gown with a sweetheart neckline that kissed your breasts and held them up just right, and a mouthwatering slit in the right thigh. However, once you got your hands on the alcohol, you found it hard to stop throwing down one drink, after another, after another down the hatch. You took a shot each time you saw Miguel glowering at you from across the room, or each time a pretty new Spider tried to talk to him. Rational thoughts checking out for the evening and inebriation settling in.
You found yourself weeping in the bathroom, mascara running down your face when the voice over the speaker announces, "This year's Spider-Man of the year goes to...Miguel O'Hara."
An outbreak of applause interrupts your sobs and you hear Miguel's quiet acceptance speech, the inflections in his rich voice barely moving. The liquid in your veins suddenly inspires you to march back in to the dining hall.
Miguel is sitting back down and when he turns his face back to the stage, it freezes at the person and the silent death stare coming from their tear stained face: you, the woman he scorned, and he knew what the books said about hell hath no fury. Now, all of spider society had a front row seat.
You spoke in a cool tone, fire lining your pupils,
"And I'd like to take a second to congratulate Mr. O'Hara. Well deserved....You know what's so great about him? Just how hard he works. I mean, you couldn't find a boss like him anywhere with how dedicated he is to his work. Nevermind how many people he hurts to achieve his goal and toss aside like trash..."
A pin drops.
"But hey, whatever it takes to protect the multiverse, right?" your voice started to drip with forced sweetness.
The air in the room has become uncomfortably thick, but nobody dares interrupt your rampage. In the audience, Peter B. Parker looks at you sympathetically.
Ahhh typical Miggy, always breaking hearts. Not the first girl he's drove insane like this because he won't commit or let anyone get close to him...
You continue with your speech, "Because feelings are something to be ashamed of, right? Can't let people think you have a weakness or a soft side to you, because then they'll just use it against you. So, you gotta ruin every single good thing that happens to you, because when you lost it the first time, it nearly destroyed you, so you'd rather not have it at all."
The people sitting at Miguel's table give little shrieks of terror as he bolts up, knocking the table askew with his powerful thighs and swiftly walks out, his hands clenched in fists. You follow after him, feeling yourself becoming more and more unhinged.
"Get the fuck away from me," he scowls at you, his pace not slowing down as you pursue him down the empty halls of HQ.
"Just keep running huh, like you always do?" You spew at him as tears run down your face, your eye makeup dark like a raccoon. "How do I taste huh? How do you like me now? You like what you've done to me? You like torturing me like this?!"
You shove and slap him and he whips around, temper snapped, and lands a fist in the wall, the impact reverberating off the stone walls as the surface under his fist cracks slightly.
He pants, his shoulders tense, each back muscle defined underneath his black tux.
"You're done...," he says in a shaky voice. "I need you to stay away from me."
"Good, I'm fucking HAPPY to!!!" you respond sarcastically, throwing your arms in the air. "That's the nicest thing you could do for me at this point!
His back is still turned to you and he leaves without a word.
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That same night
You're perched on a lab table, sobbing in the empty lab when a tall figure approaches you, holding a glass of ice water. Your face shoots up to see who it is, only to be let down when it's not Miguel.
"Peter?"
Peter B. Parker walks in, his bowtie hanging undone from his dress shirt collar.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He offers the glass to you and you take it, nursing a few sips.
"I'm...I'm fine...," you sniffle.
"Hey, come here..."
He takes his handkerchief from his tux pocket and dabs at your tears, taking care to not press too firmly into your face and ruin your makeup, despite the fact your tears already have.
"So beautiful..."
He studies your face, and you look back into his, his brown eyes filled with concern, the five o'clock shadow of his face contrasting with the dim light from the only desk lamp in the room, making him look oddly inviting.
He brings a hand to your cheek, running it gently along your chin and starts pulling you closer to him.
"Pete, what..."
He crashed his lips against yours aggressively, the stubble from his face tickling your skin.
"Peter!! Pete... stop...," you gasp in surprise, but then you go numb when he begins kissing your neck.
The way he's kissing your neck is dangerous. He doesn't try to be clean about it, either. His lips are soft and messy, leaving a trail of wetness along your collar and making his way to your chest.
You start to buck your hips, your body responding eagerly to the special attention he's paying to it.
"Pete...no...you're married...."
"We're separated," he mumbles, throwing your dress over his head.
"But I....ohhh....God...," you groan, pushing your back against the wall closest to you, your fists flying to his hair to keep him locked in place as he laps at you from under your dress.
Peter smiles devilishly.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he says softly.
You shudder.
"Oh, you like that baby?"
You nod eagerly, his tongue on your body plus the liquor in your system catapulting your mind into a state of intense pleasure.
"That feels good. Fffuck Peter.....," you moan breathlessly.
"Mmmm you're sexy when you say my name like that. Miguel doesn't know what a fool he is, passing up a pretty little thing like you...," Peter groans, adding two of his digits this time, his slick covered handsome face coming up to stare at you come undone in his hand..
"Peter...Peter, oh God...."
That's all he needs to hear from you to convince him you're ready to be fucked. You two mess with his belt buckle and soon he's snapping into you deliciously and deep, your nails in his back.
"That's it baby, let me fuck you....urgh, tell me, baby, did he fuck you like this? You're gonna forget about him when I'm done with you. Gonna make you crave this cock instead."
Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let him have his way with you for the rest of the night.
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Peter was a good fuck...and boy he did make you feel good for a few hours. But when you awoke the next morning in Peter's bed, Miguel still stayed in the back of your mind. If there was anything else you could have done to get Miguel to be totally turned off from you, this would be it. Winding up in bed with one of his closest allies.
At work the next few weeks, you felt like you might as well have been wearing a scarlet letter A on your chest. Whispers and eyes followed you, conversations shifted in every room you entered. It was beginning to be too much. The occasional time you were unsuccessful at avoiding Miguel's presence, you wanted nothing more than to just cease to exist in that moment.
Your performance slipped and your supervisor took notice. One day, you went into his office and explained you were putting in your two weeks except you wanted to take your leave immediately. He couldn't help but nod and agree. He took pity on you after Jess explained the situation to him and arranged it so you would receive severance pay for a few months after you left. An unexpected fortune admist the sea of misfortunes you were being dealt as of late.
You packed up your desk that afternoon, a twinge of sadness sank from your chest to your belly as you prepared to leap into the unknown as you took one last look at the place that swallowed you up and spat you back out.
There was nothing left for you here. Miguel's face flashed across your mind one more time as you stepped across the threshold. The door closing on your past, the promise of healing hanging in the rays of sunshine that hit your cheeks.
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HELLO ITS ME 🥭Anon!!! I JUST HAD THE MOST BAZINGA IDEA EVER DJSHAJHDHJAF
So.... Hear me out..
Cuz like what if like ever since reader beat Vox at that videogame he started training practicing idk to prepare to beat reader again until reader goes to erm reverse heaven
So then reader brings it up and Vox gets pissy (as usual) but then she recommends multiplayer, like those games that have a storyline and bosses, so they try it out and it ends up being one of their pass-times
Then when they finally beat the final boss after like a billion attempts, reader gets a lil too hyped and like kisses vox all over the screen which of course causes him to blue screen like a love-sick-idiot-in-denial (official term for Vox being a river in Egypt) while reader is just bouncing off the walls unaware of what they did
(could be before or after they start dating though I think it'd be a lot cuter when they're still friends)
(P.S: remember to drink water and rest properly!) -🥭anon
Video Gaming, Competitive Raging
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: Heeeey! You're back 🥭 Anon! Nice to see you! Also yes, I love this idea lmao- it's not something I wouldn't put past Reader cuz they're just like that HAHAHAHAHA- the story itself is a little deviated from the prompt but the idea is the same XD- maybe after this I'll stop bullying these two and actually write a confession scene because damn they just runnin around in CIRCLES LMFAOOO. Send me ideas for how you want to confess to the Picturebox y'all cuz I'm kinda pulling blanks XD. Yes I'm saying Reader's gonna confess first, Vox would end up bluescreening in his attempt to even take initiative. I might write a few more interludes before the confession but yeah- I WANT THEM TO SMOOCH- SIKEEE NAH IT WON'T BE THAT EASY HAHAHAHAHAHA- But do pls send me ideas I am in a funk whdksjdjsksj-
A/N: Btw I'd imagine they're playing a game kinda like cuphead? Cuz that game was the fucking BANE of my existence when I played it. I didn't want to accept I was struggling and continued to play on the hardest difficulty right off the bat cuz I was so sure I could handle it HAHAHAHAHA.
No one at the hotel could've honestly expected whatever was going on to happen.
You and Vox were practically screaming at the TV screen in sheer rage while replaying a level in a game you'd both been stuck on for hours.
Charlie didn't know if this was slightly her fault or not for even suggesting game night.
Hell, nobody knew you'd invited the technology overlord until he showed up at the door and you simply pulled him inside as usual.
He was roped into most of the games you guys played-
Well, except for the trivia ones because you quickly pointed out he had the internet quite literally an extension of his mind.
So any niche fact or trivia that was asked- he could just search it up which was straight up cheating.
But everyone had severely underestimated just how competitive you and Vox could become as a duo.
From constantly teaming in the board games to immediately getting invested in the co-op video game that they switched to.
Charlie and Vaggie had leisurely enjoyed the game-
Angel and Husker didn't really play much and instead made jabs at each other's skill-
Alastor and Lucifer couldn't even get started with their confusion on the controls-
And you and Vox decided to play the game on the hardest difficulty because it didn't seem that bad in Charlie and Vaggie's playthrough.
Oh, it was that bad.
But the both of you refused to admit it and switch it back to the easier mode.
Vox and his huge ego, you and your pride as a gamer.
"You actually practiced ever since I beat you that one time??"
"Didn't I mention that I would? I'm getting that rematch eventually dollface."
"PFFT- Bro I didn't think you were serious!"
"Why you little-!"
Though, this was totally and entirely different from the PvP game you and Vox had played prior.
This game actually had a storyline and plot.
That neither of you gave enough of a rat's ass to pay attention to.
The hardest difficulty was pretty much just a consistent boss rush, and as if you weren't both always on low HP-
Someone was always dying every level.
"REZ ME! REZ ME YOU BASTARD!!"
"STOP FUCKING DYING AND I WON'T HAVE TO REZ YOU BITCH!!"
Admittedly, it was extremely entertaining to watch you both go up and down with your moods whenever anything happened.
Alastor couldn't for the life of him understand most of your gamer gibberish and slang though-
The rest of the gang had just taken seats on the couch behind you both and made silly bets on who would go wayside from frustration first.
Either from the level's sheer difficulty or the puzzles themselves that were a bit too convoluted for their own good.
"No- NO! Move that cube to the right!!"
"I- HUH?! THERE'S NO PATH ON THE RIGHT!"
"VOX YOUR OTHER RIGHT-"
"JUST SAY MY LEFT FOR FUCK'S SAKE-"
Everyone else was already starting to guess some mishaps that would happen from you two raging.
Like who would break a controller first-
Vox did, but there were thankfully a couple spares anyway and he'd just replace the broken one soon.
And who would get mad enough to break the TV.
Which in a hilarious twist of events- was actually you.
In one of your expletive filled episodes you threw your controller at the screen hard enough that it broke the screen and your controller.
Everyone kind of thought you and Vox would be done with the game after that.
But nope-
Come tomorrow there was a new VoxTech TV shipped to the hotel to replace the one you broke.
At first, it seemed like it was because Vox was simply being courteous-
Well Charlie thought that.
Everyone just guessed he wanted something in the hotel he could use to spy on everyone-
Still, the actual reason was somehow entirely disconnected from that.
"Egh. He sent over a new one."
Of course Alastor would notice the device and hate it's existence immediately.
"Aww! How nice of him!"
Charlie- bless her heart- she really only sees the best in people-
"Not really, I'd bet it's just so he can spy on us."
Hahaha- now that's a more realistic view from Vaggie.
"Wouldn't put it against him, especially after what he had pentious do before."
Angel still never forgot that, he sometimes even made jabs at Vox for it until now.
"Oh! It's here! Yo help me set this up!"
"Well, somebody's excited."
Husker just came over to check what the commotion was, he didn't realize what he was getting into though.
"No DUH. I've been wanting to finish that game with Vox!"
"Wait- what game? The one where you got so angry you broke the TV?!"
"Uhhh, yeah? What else?"
Your reply had everyone just dumbfounded.
Why would you subject yourself back to such clear torture-
Actually Alastor just found you going back to playing that game entertaining, especially after it was clear that it had sadistic levels of difficulty.
After that, the others would often catch you and the TV overlord continue your playthrough as a pastime-
Either online or when you were both physically there in the hotel lobby.
And every session was possibly just as explosive as the last.
Curses were hurled around, screaming, throwing things-
Angel couldn't help but realize just how similar you were to your flatscreen companion in this regard.
That or you both had spent enough time with each other that the habits and mannerisms of one bled into the other.
Vox definitely became more docile- and you...
Actually no one could tell if you were already that wild or not.
"FUUUUUCK!!! THIS STUPID BOSS JUST WON'T DIE!"
"I CANNOT WITH THESE ATTACK PATTERNS?! DID MASOCHISTS FUCKING DESIGN THIS SHIT?!"
The both of you didn't mellow out at all after any of your shared gaming sessions.
In fact, everyone mostly steered clear of you afterwards because of how snappy and irritable you were.
The only one who could put up with your grumpy sarcasm was Angel or Lucifer.
Alastor would often just come in to bother you more while you played-
Which would soon turn into both you and Vox absolutely screeching at him for throwing you both off when you were so close to winning.
Neither of you were close to the goal at all-
Which the radio demon could tell, and he found your fits absolutely hilarious.
Though eventually, after pouring so many painful hours into the game-
Both you and Vox predictably got better at it.
But that didn't stop either of you from getting stuck at the final boss level.
And that absolutely made both of you raging so much worse.
"I'M GOING TO COMMIT MASS FUCKING GENOCIDE IF WE DIE TO THIS BASTARD ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD-"
"AND I'D GLADLY JOIN YOU DOLL! HOW THE FUCK WOULD ANYONE EVEN THINK OF MAKING THIS LEVEL?!"
You died again, but the retry button was once again slammed because both of you were stubborn.
Neither of you were willing to give up so easily, especially when the game's end was in sight.
So near but yet so far-
But that wouldn't stop you guys from trying.
Everyone else in the hotel was just waiting and watching to see what would happen next.
After all, it became so interesting to watch what you two would do next.
Eventually, Vox took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves while you somehow ended up with his hat on your head.
Common sense and sanity was starting to become a little less common when the game was taking up so much energy and focus.
It took another hour of frustrated screaming and cursing before you both eventually managed to beat the final boss.
And to say you two were over the moon was an understatement.
"WE BEAT IT! WE BEAT IT!!!"
"WE FINALLY FUCKING WON!"
You threw your arms around Vox as you both jumped up in place and shouted in excitement.
Your enthusiasm was so contagious it unintentionally spilled over to your overlord buddy.
The grins on your faces were so wide as you both just celebrated and cheered for a hot minute.
Vox completely lost himself when you finally let go and just ran around the lobby screaming.
Of course that winning high was searing through his circuits, it was well fucking deserved after all the painstaking effort he put in!
"FUCK YOU (Boss Name)! AHAHAHA! THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!!"
Everyone, aside from you, gave him an odd look when he flipped off the TV screen and said that.
It was still displaying the victory menu even-
It was so unprompted and out of left field which made little to no sense even with context-
Not that anyone expected you or Vox to have any marbles left in your heads after that intense gaming session.
So imagine everyone's collective surprise when you suddenly tackled the taller TV overlord and peppered kisses all over his screen from joy.
You were just so pleased with yourself for finally beating the game that you didn't realize what you had done.
Especially when you quickly got up and started running around the room again too.
All that sudden affection from you spiked Vox's emotions almost immediately-
So it was expected that his screen very swiftly overheated and glitched.
And in no sooner than a few seconds, the man also bluescreened.
But you were too busy bouncing off the walls to even realize!
Everyone else just shared a laugh at how stupid the whole situation was.
But knowing how your relationship was with the TV overlord-
This kind of chaos wouldn't ever be a rare occurrence again with you two around.
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Aaravos, Leola, and the Entire History of Human Magic
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ALL RIGHT, BUCKLE THE FUCK UP:
So after my "Leola and Laurelion might be the same person" crazy, I was looking shit up to write a post about alternately Laurelion possibly being Aaravos, as in Laurelion was the immortal Aaravos, and Aaravos is the fallen Laurelion, because of this:
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White as the star's heart it pierced, as in "Novablade is white, and the star's heart was also white."
Who... had the white heart of a star...
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... and now... doesn't?
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hmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
However, the problem with this is that Aaravos at least appears to go from powered/heart-ed version:
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To de-powered, heart...less? version:
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...when he's imprisoned. At least, according to the way Zubeia tells it.
Meanwhile, in Ripples, we see what is presumably Aaravos's actual "fall," as the "Fallen Star"—a literal descent from the heavens. This occurs long, long before the events of Aaravos's imprisonment, before dark magic, before Elarion.
I'll note that part of what I'm taking into account here is a note from the artbook on Aaravos's designs:
As a "fallen" Startouch elf, Aaravos can only access a fraction of his former power.
So it seems like the assumption to make would be that Aaravos lost his powers and status when he was cast from the heavens, which is also where I would assume Laurelion dies and Aaravos is "born" if the Laurelion/Aaravos as the same being dichotomy was in play. Then why is his heart not blackened until he's imprisoned?
One possibility is that his empowered appearance is an illusion he's maintaining—another manipulation, that's dropped when he's imprisoned.
Another possibility is this is all bullshit, and everything is as generally assumed before: when Aaravos was imprisoned, the majority of his power was somehow stripped.
Leaving that aside for a moment, let's take a look at the order of operations here, historically.
Humanity looks to the stars to save them, but the stars do not respond:
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— Patience
At some point, humanity is granted some kind of blessing from the heavens, long before humans built cities and became powerful:
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— Patience
ALSO at some point, humanity is granted the power of primal magic. By tradition this was from the unicorns, in particular Leola:
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— Tales of Xadia
However, this magic is forbidden them:
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— Ripples
Aaravos is cast from the heavens in a calamity that creates the Sea of the Castout—again, long before dark magic:
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Further, in the retelling of this story, Aaravos notes that the stars apparently were satisfied with the results of casting him out. It scarred the land, and frightened the humans—and their claim on primal magic—into submission:
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— Ripples
I'll add another note from the artbook here on Aaravos's design:
Some designs had a strong, authoritative vibe that suited other Startouch elves, but not our "fallen star."
Finally, let's look at this again:
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Aaravos, obviously, on his knees and in despair. A feminine-appearing elf who is almost certainly another Startouch elf, by the horn shape and the design of the crown on her brow.
I've seen at least one person cast this as a rendition of Aaravos's punishment, in that she represents the other stars and gestures as if to say "behold how far our brother has fallen."
But y'all. Y'ALL. Please.
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We have seen this gesture FAR too many times for it to be something else, at this point. This is mercy, and love, and the passing of a torch.
So, let me clean this up into what I think happened:
The stars are largely absent gods, indifferent to the fate of humans and interested in only their design/prophecy of the world.
Leola, another Startouch elf (or else we're gonna stretch the definition of "unicorn" pretty far), takes pity on humanity and grants them the secret of primal magic.
Leola is somehow punished for this transgression. If Laurelion is Leola, she is killed. (The Celestial elves, in this case, are the guardians of the stars' order and power in Xadia. They are the last line of defense against this sort of thing.)
Aaravos, who loved Leola, either speaks on her behalf or otherwise rebels against the order of the stars. Aaravos is cast out. If Laurelion is Aaravos, he is robbed of his heart and his power.
"Leola's Last Wish" is to continue to be a guide to humanity, through the darkness.
Aaravos, meanwhile, fucking loses his mind and decides to burn down everything. He will destroy everything the stars put in place in all of Xadia, and he will leverage humans to do it.
Aaravos begins to spin up dark magic, and when the time is right, gifts it to humanity as the inciting action of his plan to tear all of Xadia apart. More on that here.
ADDENDUM: Chatting with @raayllum immediately after writing this and they raised the possibility of Leola being Aaravos’s mother, given the parallel to Sarai in the statue, and YES that makes so much sense. Particularly regarding the star-child constellation, him adopting her crown, and why he might be punished along with her. I like this explanation better than them being lovers, even if it means TDP gains yet another goddamn martyr mother.
Anyway, that's it! Mystery of Aaravos solved.
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The only thing ineffable bureaucracy showed me is how hyper focused this fanbase is at seeing one thing and one thing only and everything else is a result of that one thing
1) no, Beelzebub and Gabriel are not a straight couple. Nor is Crowley and Aziraphale a gay couple. Stop the non-binary erasure or go outside and talk to an actual non-binary person cuz clearly you have no clue what non-binary is "they're straight presenting" wtf? If you think that please give me your name so I can block you. Cis people, I fucking swear.
Reminder that Beelz used they/them pronouns btw. Sorry that Beelzebub doesn't "pass" for you, it doesn't make them any less non-binary. Not to mention it was stated and already IS CANON that none of them have genders. They're god damn demons and angels, bruh.
2) "it's Gabriel's and Beelz's fault that ineffable husbands didn't get their happy ending": no. It's their own damn fault for not communicating and Aziraphale's inability to accept Crowley as he is. Gabriel and Beelzebub put each other first. Y'all sound salty as hell cuz two people managed to work their relationship out and yours didn't work out. "But if they didn't get together---" y'all really saying shit like this??? Do you hear yourself? That's so sad. Wishing for the doom of one LGBTQ+ ship cuz the other fucked themselves over. THEY CAN BOTH CO-EXIST. And you know what? They will. Cuz Ineffable husbands is clearly canon, the story just wants time with them cuz they're the main characters, not like Beelz and Gabriel who were side characters so had their story summarized.
3) "that should have been ineffable husbands" no, cuz Crowley and Aziraphale aren't Gabriel and Beelzebub. They're different characters with different backgrounds, personalities, relationship structure, and different relationship dynamic in general. They'll get together in a way that fits THEM. And that way requires ups and downs that makes them finally understand that they're perfect for each other without the need for either of them to change.
4) Gabriel was such an asshole wish Crowley got his revenge and--- bla bla BLA : Crowley was happy for them. You hold a grudge over Gabriel that Crowley himself doesn't. Y'all worse than a literal demon. Smh.
Be happy for what we got and look forward to the future where ineffable husbands will certainly become canon and it'll be worth the wait. Don't tear down the LGBTQ+ presentation we got just cuz the main ship didn't get the limelight THIS TIME.
Let things cook, that's how writing WORKS.
But I'm just an Agender demi person and tbh? I would prefer if things took their time.
I love both ships a lot but I'm not gonna hold pitchforks over one ship getting a happy end and one still developing. Come next season, that happy end for Gaberiel and Beelzebub might not last. We DONT KNOW. Do we really need to sacrifice one for the other? Why can't we be happy to have both?
Just really think the vibe of the fanbase rn fuckin SUCKS and I'm not enjoying trying to go through the ineffable bureaucracy tag and seeing people complaining about how it should have been ineffable husbands or how it's their fault.
Okay? Alright.
After this imma start blocking ppl I swear. Just had to throw in my two cents.
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how do explain stucky from the moment they met to where they are now (together in each others arms) to my friend who knows nothing about marvel
ohh this is a tough one, honey! i think i've got two options for you:
the short answer:
stucky is a compendium of all the best tropes out there, and i'm sure i'm gonna miss a few:
soulmates? check! star-crossed lovers? check! battle husbands? super check! mutual pining? check! 'and they were roommates'? check! best friends to lovers? check check check! long-lost lover comes back from the dead? fuck yeah, check! temporary amnesia? check! dude in distress trope? check! 'they will always find each other and choose each other in every lifetime'? also check! identity porn? extra check! saved by the power of love? you guessed it: check! slow burn or childhood sweethearts? you decide!!! did they share their first kiss when steve was 16, as per a popular fanon theory? did they only confess their feelings during the war? did they only get together much later, when bucky was healing in wakanda? you can pick literally ANY point in their timeline, and it will still make sense! they're all equally valid! you can even have multiple different headcanons at once, i mean who's gonna stop you??? all you have to do is join in the fun! 💕
the long AF answer, aka:
STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 1/3
all right, let's set the scene:
imagine two young kids, let's call them steve and bucky. they meet, they immediately take to each other, they become instant besties! and as they grow up together, facing many hardships, their bond deepens. not only are they best friends; they are also each other's family. they take care of each other, and they both know they can always rely on one another in times of need.
when steve's mom (and only remaining relative) passes away, bucky reminds him that he's not as alone in this world as he thinks he is: bucky will always be by his side. bucky will always love him unconditionally, will always be there for him, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, and he wants steve to know that.
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in fact, he asks steve to move in with him, thus offering steve both a literal and a metaphorical home.
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and steve says yes!
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SO. they are each other's home, they're living together, they're getting by all right. but then war breaks out, and eventually it reaches their little home as well: bucky is drafted, and steve, due to his many health issues, and despite his best intentions, can't follow the boy he loves onto the battlefield.
it's a very difficult time for them both - so much so that they can't even bring themselves to talk about it.
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they have no choice but to say goodbye for now, knowing that they might never see each other again. but here's something you might not know yet about steve: he's the most reckless, most stubborn fucker america's ever seen. he's not gonna let this stop him!!! instead, he goes and gets a very sweet, kindly scientist to fucking experiment on him, because screw it, he's going to fight in this war if it's the last thing he does. and that's how he goes from Smol Steeb to Lorge Premium Steeb.
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of course, things don't go exactly as he predicted, and steve is made to be the star of a war propaganda-fuelled musical kinda thingie, which he resents (but he looks fucking precious in his costume)
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BUT! he does get closer to the actual battlefield. which is where he discovers that bucky has been captured by the enemy (!!!!!!!) and is most likely dead by now. but steve isn't willing to give up so easily! he'll believe bucky's dead when he sees it with his own eyes. so, he embarks on this suicide solo mission in the attempt to get bucky back, even if it means wandering on his own. into enemy territory. where he would be shot. on. sight. with no protection for his dumb ass except for a bunch of theater props!!! but such is the power of love, y'all.
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against all odds, steve finds bucky very much still alive! and as soon as bucky recognizes him, even as confused as he is, he pulls out this beautiful, ecstatic, angelic-ass smile, like he's just seen god or he got high on some real good edibles or maybe both idk, like my man here was having a serious Religious Experience™ you guys
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and i just wanna say, they could have totally kissed here and it would have made plenty of sense. but that's true of like 90% of their scenes in this franchise, so *shrugs*
ANYWAY steve takes bucky in his arms (well technically yes he does) and brings him to safety, and on their way there, bucky proves once more just how hard he meant that "with you til the end of the line" from before
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afterwards, steve is finally given the chance to fight, just like he wanted.
bucky, on the other hand, could very well leave the war behind and go home; but when he learns that steve is staying, he chooses to stay too, and fight by his side. and he tells steve so in this very intimate, softspoken, delightfully suggestive conversation, which can be summed up like this:
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and so they walk right back into the heart of the fight, only this time together, as they were always meant to be!
but. during an especially tricky mission, they're surprised by the enemy, and as a result, bucky falls to his death into a deep ravine.
steve is devastated. overwhelmed with guilt, grief and rage, he vows to bring down the people responsible for his loss, even if it costs him his own life.
and um, it kind of does? cost him his own life?
victorious after his last vis-a-vis with The Antagonist™, steve still chooses to sacrifice himself to prevent the catastrophe set into motion by the aforementioned Antagonist™. he's flying a jet over the frosty expanse of the atlantic, and you know, from the outside, you could easily argue that he could try to save himself. if he really wanted to. but with bucky dead, and the people responsible for all this pain, either dead or captured, it seems like all the will to fight is gone from steve; and so he plunges the jet straight into the ocean, and himself with it.
is this the end of their story?, you might ask.
the answer is: of course not!!!! the best is yet to come, babes!!!
EDIT: here is part 2
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hii kira !! do u have any hcs for sae abt how he would be as a bf?
SAE ITOSHI 糸師冴
if sae were a love trope he would 100% be belated love epiphany
"i never realised how much i loved them until they were gone." type beat yk
like pride and prejudice, except he's elizabeth and you're darcy ??
where you confess first and he rejects you but once you're not near him he realises that he really did love you
or when he saw how loaded you were, you be the judge (kidding)
y'all already know i think he's a good cook. like he was in spain for ages you bet he picked a few things up. cuz idk about spanish men but ik most italian men know how to cook and well.
he pours all his love into everything he makes, probably his love language honestly.
but he'd never let you know he's cooking for you because he cares
"you look like a ghost have you been eating properly?" "oh, no. unfortunately, i haven't found much time to cook lately..." "how bothersome. am i gonna have to take you all the way to the hospital when you faint from anemia?" "but i'm not even anemic..." "you will be if you don't eat your spinach." "..." "you know what. since you're so incapable i'll just cook for you." "excuse me??"
forgive him, he's just a bit of a cunt, but he loves you i promise
(also if you didn't know fun fact: preparing a homemade meal for someone is akin to confessing your feelings to them)
he's not much for PDA in fact in public he has his same, stupid, emotionless, deadpan face that is so punchable (affectionately?)
but when you're at home he'll find any excuse to lean his whole bodyweight on you
he also loves leaning in to kiss you and then reaching behind you to grab something or whatever, just to leave you flushed and stressed the fuck out
annoying asshole
he also gets very touchy when tired, if you're sleeping next to each other he tends to end up hugging you close to his heart by the time you wake up
he may not seem it but he would genuinely do anything for you
he tends to ignore most messages/texts/emails unless they're super important but he'd reply to you the second you text him
or even if it's a silly tweet
@you: there are 2 many ppl at this café 😞 @officialsaeitoshi: send me your location i got you your usual @you: ayo, how did you have it prepared n everything 😭 @officialsaeitoshi: spidey senses
he also has the most deadpan, sarcastic humour known to man
he's horrible (just my type)
nothing that comes out of his mouth is to be trusted
beware!!!
he is the no.1 gossiper alive, he knows everything about everyone's business even if he looks like the type of person who'd never think of anyone other than himself
somehow he's both at the same time
he could go hours talking about this random guy in his club who's actually the secret son of a drug lord and who ran away from home to save himself from imminent death...
what???? how does he know this?
i'm pretty sure he doesn't know either, anyway
he loves his lil self care night routines
you both sitting on the sofa talking about life (actually it's just him talking and you listening but whatever)
sae itoshi was an evening person. not because he felt most productive then. and not because he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the city. but because he enjoyed his night routines with you right next to him every second. you'd sit on the sink sill as he gently passed a finger with clay on it over your face as you kept talking about your day. "and then when i went to get coffee there were just so many people at the café it was such a hassle. this guy–" "shush. do you want clay in your mouth?" he kept swiping the remaining clay mask on your now stationary chin. once done he lifted you and walked to the sofa. this was no new routine. this was the only way he was able to unwind. with you next to him, just talking about the little, almost meaningless things. "i read somewhere that your coach is having an affair is that true?" you didn't know why you kept instigating him. it was late and you knew if he began talking now he'd only finish once the sun rose or your wake up alarm rang. but seeing him so animated was a rarity so you had to take advantage anytime you could.
now for how he confessed
at first when you confessed he rejected you and didn't think much of it at all
until he started noticing the little things about you, he started obsessing with every bit of you
how you looked, how you dress, how you style your hair
but also how your under eyes crease when you smile
how you're very picky with your food, especially dessert, but you'd eat anything if someone handmade it for you
how you're so patient when you tutor even if the person is being a dumbfuck
after obsessing over everything you did for about a day or two he was sick of the weird, nauseating feeling in his stomach
it had been about three days since the confession. being rejected right on the spot, especially in that cold manner was painful to say the least. but you were sure you had gotten over it. and you hoped with all your heart that he too had forgotten. he had just stood there as you finished telling him how he made you feel and how you had liked him for a while now. he had a horrible scowl on his face, arms crossed and an uninterested posture. you already knew what the answer was when you were done but it hurt so much more when he finally confirmed it all. so it was surprising when you saw sae march up to you as you ate your lunch with your friends. he had the same horrible scowl on his face from before. and you could feel your stomach drop as he pulled your wrist in a gruff manner. careless. he didn't care for you. "itoshi what are you–" he finally stopped once you were in a quiet corner behind the main building, away from curious eyes. "we need to talk." "about what?" "i couldn't sleep." "ok..?" "i couldn't stop thinking about you." "oh. i'm sorry if my confession made you uncomfortable. i didn't mean for it to bother you so much." "yes. it's so bothersome. now every time i see you with anyone but me, it hurts. i can't stand hearing about anyone but me, from you. i don't want you to think of anyone but me."
and then you were just like 😧🫣😏🤩
if you think rin's dramatic just WAIT until you talk to sae he's insane
THE BIGGEST drama queen (i hate him)
although i do think he is secure about himself and knows you wouldn't ever hurt him
i feel like he does have abandonment issues (a bit)
like imagine going through your teen years without family in a foreign country, you'd feel isolated no matter how many friends you made or how nice your host family was
he tries not giving any external reaction so you barely notice at first but every time he sees you with someone, looking a bit too friendly, he always feels his heart tighten
he's very gentle when kissing you
it's not like he's super strong or anything (mans is tiny)
and it's not that he's scared to hurt you, he just doesn't wanna appear too possessive or anything
favourite places to kiss you: why do i wanna say your waist, also knuckles
no idea why i just feel like if he weren't allowed to kiss your lips for any reason he would kiss there
but he definitely needed you to initiate the physical contact when you first started dating
speaking of which
dates with sae
100% movie nights, or just staying at home in general
mans hates going out if it's unnecessary
although, if you want anything he'd do it for you in an instant
or when he's feeling extra energetic
he'll take you dancing; this can either be ballroom dancing (which makes you cringe a bit but it's fun), salsa or literally just clubbing
i think he secretly loves clubbing at techno clubs (is that what they're called?) he hates commercial music cuz it just gets so repetitive
ideal vacation destination: somewhere isolated
like a random island in greece
or some forest in south america
idk man
he absolutely hates tourist destinations, tourists are his no.1 worst enemy
that's why you always end up going on holiday at random times of the year
"hey love, take a few days off next week. we're going to bora–bora." "it's the middle of march..." "not in bora–bora." "that's not how it works..." "i've already bought the tickets and spoken to your boss so you really just have to start packing."
now about pet names
he generally doesn't like them and thinks they're cringe and annoying
which they can be if used excessively ig
he tends to call you by a nickname or just your name
he only uses pet names when he wants something or has something to tell you that he knows you'll be angry/annoyed about
like the fact he planned a whole trip to bora–bora in middle of march and didn't tell you a thing 😞
however, if you're open about how much you hate him doing things without involving you he will change his ways
he's a quick learner after all ❤️‍🔥
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shotokimchi · 1 year
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When Their S/O Is a Seggs God
MINORS DNI
How would they react if their cute lover was like a succubus in bed LMAO Going through some hard stuff so wanted to drop this here to laugh a little JSDFHSDK-
A/N:Sorry for being inactive y'all i swear I'm not ignoring the requests, just preparing for an important exam this year, but I'll be back around Julyyyy
Little side note: Characters are aged up so don't come at me smh
part2 w/Dabi and Midoriya
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Bakugo
So we all know that this man doesn't sleep around randomly. My guy dates the "one" for him he's planning to marry you so if you aren't planning about settling down...
Too bad for you missy (Lemme see your ring finger bitch you gonna get wifed up💍)
After taking you out to meet his parents, this chili oil literally falls in love with you (i mean he already did but when he saw how you treated his momma and papa- boy was CHOKING ON HIS HEART❤️) so he decides to take your relationship to the next level.
Needs and excuse to leave early so literally tells his parents that he has a bad case of diarrhea ( Do ya'll know that video LMAO) and drags you out to his car
Lemme tell you he ran over at least 5 red lights just to have sex with you-
And you are just confused about why he's suddenly acting like a rabid dog i mean he's always acting like one but this time-
"Suki, why is your mouth foaming?"
On the way to your apartment, you had an inner conflict about actually taking him to a vet, you aint planning on telling him that tho.
After finally throwing you onto the shared bed like a sack of flour mf flies for a second in the air like a bloodthirsty mosquito- (the only difference is he's thirsty for the ✨All-mighty pussy juice✨)
Dw tho man asks for your consent because he loves you a lot and doesn't want your first time to be scary and all-
Wait did i say first time?
YES MF THINKS YOU'RE A VIRGIN- but guess what he's about to find out...
Before he can start kissing you, you push him onto his back and rip off his pants and leave a small peck on his lips before riding him like you are in a horse race- Good news gurl you are about to win, no one can compare
Poor man is speechless bc you are literally singing on his dick like you are the headliner in a choir...
And while you are singing you are rhythmically bouncing too LMAO
IM👏GONNA👏PUMP👏EVERY👏SINGLE👏DROP👏OUT👏OF👏YOU
He aint scared no he just swallowed his tongue by accident- cuz you know...
HIS GIRL IS LITERALLY DOING THE DUCK WALK ON HIS DICK (🦆🦆🦆)
WALK THAT FUCKING DUCK Y/N QUACK QUACK QUACK
He decides to grab your hips to slow you down a little bc you are causing an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.9
but instead of slowing you down now you are making him jump on the bed with you too LMAOAOAOAOAO- imagine someone breaking in and seeing two floating figures on the bed
He's like "SLOW DOWN Y/N-"
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But nuh uh you are too caught up in your own horny world so you continue to milk him (Fr tho calm down queen aren't those legs tired?🦵)
After cumming for the 5th time he tapped out LMAO-
You gave him a concussion bc of making him bounce for too long KSJFHJSDKFGSDKJHSD- POOR KATSUKI
He was laying there, unconscious with drool dripping down his mouth and it took you three full minutes to realise that he passed out (OMG I'm gone-)
Fly high Katsuki Bakugo 🕊️🕊️
Dw tho you made sure to pamper him the morning after, bringing him a breakfast tray filled with pancakes and a cup of coffee. A cute innocent smile plastered on your face
"Morning, baby!"
Needless to say, he was shocked ( pretty sure he thinks it was the hottest night ever but doesn't wanna hurt his own pride by telling you that)
"WHAT HAPPENED-"
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Todoroki
BAHAHAHA OMG OK LISTEN-
So both of you are lovebirds obv because Todoroki would be the most caring boyfriend ever (i'll fight you about this one 🥊🥊🥊) so its impossible not to be in love with him
So pretty baby thinks it's going to be all about kisses, vanilla, sweet loving, him showing how much he cares about you etc.
AND HE IS A VIRGIN
Todoroki being a virgin is such a turn on he trusts you enough to give his first time to you (aw❤️🤍)
...but you didnt know that he was a virgin
I mean come on look at him how can he be a virgin while looking THAT PRETTY
So one time, while you guys were chilling on the couch watching Titanic and snacking on some strawberries together he decides to make the first move and gently holds your hand while whispering sweet things to your ear and then you hear the magical word (open sesame zimzalabim this coochie 🔮)
"Y/n, I wanna do it."
BIG MISTAKE SHOTO VERY BIG- So being the horny queen you are the wicked horny grin makes its way to your lips and baby is concerned Before he can say anything you immediately grab a strawberry and stuff it into his mouth and quickly try to get him off of his sweatpants
Then you work your magic on him by giving him the best and first head of his life ✨ and trust me he is enjoying it very much
Mmmm yes that famous glock glock 60000 GOBBLE UP BABES don't let em Santa Claus looking pubic hair get into your nose tho🎅
Pretty moans were filling the living room while his fingers lock with yours
But the baby was too lost in his own pleasure so he accidentally bit the strawberry and took it out of his mouth
But you noticed so you grabbed a new one and harshly shoved it into his mouth
"Dont. swallow. the. strawberry."
Babies eyes went wide
YOU SCARED HIM
AND IT WAS HIS FIRST TIME TOO
he %100 looked like this-
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So now he was drowning in his own pool of saliva trying not to bite into the strawberry while his eyes were rolling at the back of his head (bc of your amazing tongue skills)
Spot the difference between your mouth and a vacuum cleaner
NONE
When i tell you, you were sucking him DRY
like the next Todoroki generation got to the point of extinction
at this point he was trying to pry you off of his dick bc the overstimulation was TOO much lolol
Poor baby accidentally covered the couch with small burns
when you lifted your head to check up on him you were met with a sobbing Shoto
BOY WAS GASPING
Literally thought of bringing him an oxygen tank but decided against it bc he calmed down after receiving your loving kisses You layed his head on your chest while combing through his locks with your fingers, you made sure to give him a great aftercare
"Are first times are this rough?"
You choked on Casper the ghosts dick
"WHAT-" Literally mourned for two hours bc of treating him so roughly LMAO
A/N: I'm done- sorry for the typos if i have any, i was too lazy to edit :p
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becauseimswagman1 · 1 year
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Ruined
A/N: My reader will ALWAYS be black. I may not mention any defining features, but the nice young lady getting her back broken will always be black. Thank you.
The mere thought of making love to you drove Erik wild.
Of course, y'all had sex. He would gladly ruin you on any surface anytime and any place but making love is something you two have yet to do and he thinks it's time.
You've been dating for a while and he wants to switch it up in the bedroom. To prove to nobody else but you that he's an attentive lover. He knows he doesn't have to since you initiate the majority of the quickies you two have, but he wants to. He wants you to know that he loves and cares for you and bringing you to three earth-shattering orgasms back to back on the kitchen counter after your annual date night isn't enough for him.
The night was going amazing. You thought the two of you ended the night by sharing a dessert, but to Erik, the night was just starting.
Y'all got home and rose petals leading to the bedroom (courtesy of T’Challa). He takes you to the room and unzips your dress then pushes you onto the bed and takes your heels off. He rubs your feet and kisses your freshly manicured white toes when he finishes.
"Erik, what is all this? The rose petals? The foot massage? Even though I did love that,” you laugh a little, “yeah you have gotta do that more often but still, this is a lot."
He chuckles and responds, "Baby I want to show you that you are one of the most important women in my life. You make me so happy and I don't think I can wait for another second to prove it to you."
Just as he's about to stand to take off his shirt, you stop him. "E... Before you say anything else I have to make something clear. I'm not ready to get married. I love you I do but we've only been together for a year. That's not very long to get engaged."
Erik genuinely laughs because he can see how you would think he's about to propose.
"Bae, I would never propose while you're in your bra and panties. It would be so much more special and you'd never see it coming." He winks as he stands and kisses your forehead.
He strips his shirt off and stands you up so he can take your place sitting on the bed, “Yeah knowing you, you’d do it at a crazy time like after we just got done fucking or something and I’ve been fucked so dumb that I ain’t got a choice but to say yes.”
He laughed and pulled you into his lap, “That actually sounds like a good idea.”
“Babe don’t take that shit serious. It was a joke! I would so make you-” he cut you off before you go on a tangent about how you’d make him propose again.
"Look forward, baby girl."
And there it was, the stand-up mirror you jokingly suggested to Erik about getting just to have mirror sex.
"I know that me fucking you from behind and forcing you to take it while you watch us is one of your many fantasies so I thought I'd make it come true." He slid his hand into your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, just enough to tease you and leave you breathless. "But for right now you're gonna watch me take you apart and put you right back together."
He smirked at the feeling of you getting wetter.
"Someone's eager, huh."
You gripped the hand that was toying with your emotions and tried to make him go faster.
"Not eager baby. Just want you to make me feel good."
Erik kissed your neck and delivered two quick slaps to your clit, “Do that shit again and Ima have no choice but to knock yo ass out. We don't want you passing out right baby? Keep yo fucking hands to yourself."
All you could do was squirm in his hold while he fingered you with 2 fingers and rubbed your clit with his thumb. You were already close to your first orgasm of the night and all you could do was say his name.
"That's right baby. Let everybody know who's treating you so well."
He left marks on your neck while applying more pressure on your clit. Keeping you constantly feeling the pleasure of coming without actually doing it.
"You close? You gonna come for me for real this time? You've been such a good girl at keeping your hands to yourself so I should let you right?"
You could barely speak and he knew you were almost at your peak so he let you have it. Your first orgasm of the night and your legs were shaking.
After making you come to the point of tears two more times, you thought the mirror stuff was all that was happening tonight.
You laid your head back on his shoulder, outta breath and ready to fall asleep, but Erik wasn’t having it.
“You thought I was finished with you? I’m nowhere near done baby.”
He quickly laid you on the bed and stripped you out of your bra and panties. Placing sweet kisses all over your body than standing to take off the rest of his clothes. He spread your legs and gets in between them, hand shooting out to rub himself against your wetness.
You wrapped your legs around his waist tryna get him to put it in but he wasn't budging.
"Baby keeps doing that and I won't fuck you at all. I wanna please you so let me do that aight?"
All you could do was nod your head.
He leaned towards your face, "Words. Use your words."
The sound of you begging wanted to make him nut then and there, "Please fuck me, Erik. Please"
He smirked, "Patience baby. Okay? Be a good girl for me."
He slid into you and let you adjust.
He leaned down to your ear, "I know I've ruined you for any other man. No one can ever make you feel this good but me and I'm letting you know right now that you're the only one I want screaming my name."
He started to roll his hips into you, making you feel every inch pulling out and pushing right back in. You were losing your mind at the pace since you were used to him fucking into you fast.
You grabbed at his shoulders and started to plead him to go faster. He almost didn’t give in.
He wanted this to last. He wanted you to feel how he felt. How much he loves you, how much he cherishes you, how much he wanted to marry you, and how much he wanted you to have his babies.
But he went a little faster anyway while giving you long deep strokes. All he wanted was for you to feel good.
The pleasure you were feeling was incredible. You felt that this was making love. You felt the love he had for you right here and now. You were overwhelmed with all the emotion.
Erik could feel you clenching around him, "you gonna come, baby? So soon?"
You nodded, not being able to properly form words to tell him that he was making you feel like this, that he was the one that was gonna make you spill all over him.
He reached down and started to rub your clit at the same time as his strokes. "I'm not gonna play with you, baby. Come for me."
Your breath hitched and you came with tears in your eyes and you could barely register that he was still rubbing you and fucking into you faster.
"One more for me then you're done. I know you got one more in you, baby."
You were shaking under him, practically losing your mind. Erik had made you orgasm multiple times before, but this was something new.
He knew you were close and so was he.
"I'm gonna come too, baby. You want me to give it to you? Fill you up so much it’s leaking out?" He kept rubbing and before you knew it, you were screaming his name. So loud that both of you knew you would get noise complaints the next day.
You came all over him, wetting yours and his thighs up. He groaned as he thrust into you one final time and emptied himself into you, making a chill run down your spine.
He pulled out and then got a rag out of the bathroom to clean you up. Erik gave your legs a little massage and kissed your forehead. Telling you to rest for a bit before he ran you two a bath.
All you could tell him was that you loved him before you drifted off to sleep.
He smiled, "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
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"oh my god, the comic that opened its plot by saying that removing corporal punishments from schools was a bad idea and the teachers need to go back to beating up students turned out to be racist, who could have seen this coming!!"
Listen, okay, I don't want to dunk on the people who enjoy Get Schooled and genuinely didn't see the racism coming, but like... as someone who doesn't read Get Schooled and checked it out to see what the plot was even about following all the controversy these past couple days, y'all, the description is a hard fucking pass.
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And I still checked out its first episode to give it more benefit of the doubt and... nah fam. Not saying we should have seen the racism coming a mile away but I'm baffled as to why people read this at all. I'm all for manga and webtoons with senseless or comical violence, but you still need to set the baseline for where that violence is taking place and what context it exists within. Naruto? Yeah, sure, students fighting the teachers, this is a fantasy universe based around the ninja arts, makes sense they're gonna fight each other and it seems like a mutual agreement. Assassination Classroom? The teacher literally isn't human and he's training his students on how to kill him otherwise he'll destroy their whole planet. Shit, even fucking Matilda handles it better because it's one kid being abused by the principal and that principal is so ridiculously abusive that the parents don't even believe the abuse is happening (to the point that this form of abuse and manipulation is often nicknamed "The Trunchbull Method" because it's designed to be so absurd that no one will believe the victim), so it winds up being on Matilda's shoulders to use her newfound gifts to teach her a lesson - but the story itself is meant to remind adults that kids are people and just because they're smaller and weaker than you doesn't give you a free pass to be abusive.
Point is, in all of those examples, you can create that suspension of disbelief in how the teachers and students behave towards one another because their entire plots require suspension of disbelief.
But Get Schooled is literally just... it's set in Korea, it's a normal high school story, there's nothing supernatural or unique going on with the students or the teachers, and there's no moral or lesson it's trying to express, it's literally just taking real life and saying, "hey, adults should be allowed to beat up kids". When has combatting violence with more violence ever been a solution in that kind of context? Why is this a comic that even exists, let alone on a platform that's regularly marketed to teenagers?
It's depressing. And just for the record, I was spurred on to make this post by the recent response from the team behind Get Schooled regarding the VERY racist plotline it recently released on the Korean version of the app.
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Like... this is shit WT shouldn't have even been allowing to fly under the radar to begin with. The bar is on the floor. I also love how the creators of Get Schooled admitted to the fact that they were raised in a homogenous society but still thought they were up to the task of "bringing the issue [of multicultural racism] to light", when they, in fact, do the complete OPPOSITE within that episode by suggesting, "actually, if you're mixed race then you're the REAL bad guy, it's the pureblood Koreans who are the oppressed minority, there are so many immigrants these days!!" And "stopping hatred" sure is a big claim when the entire point of their comic is combatting hatred with hatred, or in Get Schooled's case, bullying with corporal punishment.
Yikes. Big fucking yikes.
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I Remember Everything || Leon Kennedy
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pairings: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader
warnings: hurt/no comfort, breaking up, alcoholism, semi-toxic relationship, Leon hates himself, reader has alcoholic father, no y/n is used.
word count: 2182
requested: nope!
a/n: i'm a yapper so this is gonna be long LMFAO. honestly i didn't have any specific leon in mind when i wrote this so... anyway i recently gave y'all fluff but i think it's time for angst. this is very heavily inspired by "I Remember Everything" by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. even if you don't like country, i'd recommend listening to it while reading this.
Sitting in a dive bar on a Wednesday night had become Leon's sense of normal over the years. It didn’t matter the day actually. If he wasn't on some life threatening mission for the government who didn't care about his well-being, he was at the bar. It was pathetic. He knew that better than anybody. Men his age were married and drinking with their friends. Some had at least two kids by now. He couldn't help but think of how he could have had that with you.
If only he didn't ruin everything he fucking touched. Maybe you both would be happy right now if he hadn't crossed paths with you.
Nursing his whiskey glass, he sipped on the caramel colored liquid. Rot gut whiskey usually helped ease his mind on nights like this. He didn’t enjoy how awful it tasted, but it was his choice of poison. It’s what he deserved, right? The cheap liquor burnt going down, and the aftertaste made him want to gag. Reality had seemed to be the thing he had trouble swallowing the most in the moment.
Memories of you had begun to trickle back into his mind as he continued to drink. Was it too much to ask the universe to cut him some slack for one god damn night? He thought about you enough as it is when he was sober. 
He was specifically thinking about one of the first dates you both had gone on. Driving home in your old pick up truck from the beach with the windows down. Sitting in the passenger seat gave him the best view. The summer breeze danced with your hair as the sun seemed to highlight all of his favorite features on you. Your smile somehow was brighter than the sun as you sang along to some cheesy pop song on the radio. Beautiful wasn’t even a word that could cover how he thought of you in the moment. Emotions he thought he would never feel again overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, warm tears had begun to form in the corner of his eyes.
“Are you crying babe?” You had asked while turning down the radio. Concern was written all over your features. Sometimes you gave him a run for his money with how observant you were. His piercing blue eyes were glossed over before he turned his attention to whatever was passing outside the window. Quickly he cleared his throat as heat creeped up the back of his neck. 
“Yeah. You still got sand in your hair and it blew into my eyes.” Both of you knew it was an excuse, but you didn’t pry any deeper into the subject. You had learned your lesson about trying to make Leon communicate his emotions with you. Besides, he had the mentality that grown men don’t cry. How could he explain that he was crying out of joy and in awe of your beauty? Thinking of explaining that had made him cringe at the time. 
God he used to give you so much shit about that truck. It was on the older side, and he had offered multiple times to get you a new one. But you were too stubborn and would shoot the offer down. That truck was your pride and joy. Now he would give anything to drive around with you in that pick up truck one more time. 
Another memory seemed to taunt him and rub salt into his open wound. Late night talks sitting on your beatdown basement couch together, your head in his lap as he played with your hair. You’d tell him stories about your family, like when your mother had run off from your father and pawned her wedding ring. Something about how she couldn’t take your fathers drinking anymore. His soothing fingers running through your hair would comfort you, and he swore to you that he’d never turn out like that. 
It tore him up to think how he wouldn’t be the man that he always swore to you he would be.
Glass clinking snapped him out of his pity party. Another whiskey glass was in front of him. The bartender gave him a small nod before focusing his attention on another patron. Leon bit the inside of his lip once he realized the man hadn't even had to ask Leon if he wanted another one. He had grown used to Leon's company in that same damn barstool he sat in every time. Knowing that only made Leon sink deeper into his self hatred. His eyes flicked down to the drink before lifting it to his lips, and took another drink. 
The bitter taste of the alcohol paired with a cheesy pop song in the background, the same one you blasted all the time, brought one final bitter memory to him. When he broke up with you, or more like when you broke up with him. Funny enough, it happened right here at the same bar, at the same barstool. He might have been wasted when it happened, but he remembered everything about that night.
You had come into the bar looking for him one night. The bar was almost closed so when he heard the door open, it had caught his attention. The moment his eyes laid eyes on you, he knew he was in deep shit. You were constantly telling him how you refused to step foot in a bar. Going as far to say you’d rather eat glass than be around the smell of alcohol and alcoholics. Normally he’d remind you that not everyone who went to a bar was an alcoholic, but here he was, proving your point. There was practically a trailblaze of fire behind you as you stomped your way toward him. Steam was leaving your ears and he began to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.
“What the hell Leon?!” Glaring at him, you crossed your arms. Anger was practically dripping off your tone. Empty glasses were sitting around him. He couldn’t meet your gaze which only pissed you off more. You hadn’t heard from him in days. Three fucking days to be exact. You knew he hadn’t been sent off to do a mission. He would always give you a kiss goodbye and promise he’d make it back to you. Now you were questioning if his promises meant anything.
“Don’t do this here. Just let me finish this drink, and we can go do this.. somewhere else.” His disinterested voice slurred as he traced the rim of his glass. You felt your blood begin to boil. A teensy tiny part of you felt bad for him. Leon had seen horrific things, not that he would give you the full picture of things. It didn’t take a genius to know that Leon was a broken man. But you didn't care about that. 
For the past couple of months, he had been acting cold towards you. Less and less would he tell you how much he loved you. His fuse was shorter with you, and most of the time you guys were arguing about stupid things. It felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around him. No matter how much you tried to talk to him about the issues in your relationship, he ignored you. Ignorance was bliss was his mindset about things like this. Not to mention, you had noticed he had been drinking more heavily. Stumbling to your place late at night, too drunk to even stand correctly had become something that happened at least three times a week. You couldn’t stand alcohol and he knew it. Not answering you for three days was the final straw for you.
“No, fuck that! We’re gonna do this here,” You slammed your hands down on the bar. For a moment that seemed to have gotten his attention before he returned back to his unbothered facade. Your hands were stinging from how hard you had slammed down.
“You’re drinking everything in sight to ease your mind, but just when the hell are you gonna help ease mine? Do you know how fucking worried I’ve been?!” You yelled at him, clenching your jaw.. Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head. Luckily there was only one person at the bar, the bartender. The bartender took it as a sign to go get more stock.
“Did ya think that maybe you’re the reason I’m drinkin’? All you do is bitch at me all the time. It’s…It’s like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear you talk.” He waved a finger at you. His pupils were dilated, and you could smell the alcohol coming off of him. His drunken words stung, and there was a flash of hurt written on your face. Even when you two were arguing, he never talked to you like this. Guess strange words come out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broken.
“Are you being serious right now?” Your voice broke towards the end of your sentence. He didn’t respond, and only stared at you like you were an idiot. The audacity he had to say that astounded you. Drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts or however the saying went. You were reminded of the way your father would talk to your mom, and a feeling of disgust washed over you. The man you loved was starting to become like the man you hated. Your anger dissipated as tranquility took its place. You knew what you had to do.
“You know what? I’m done.” You had sounded so unbothered as you removed your hands from the bar. Like if you were talking about the state of the weather and not ending your relationship. Leon raised an eyebrow. Did he hear you right? Were you doing what he thought you were doing?
“I love you and I understand you have your issues. But I have enough self respect for myself to realize I deserve better than being treated like garbage.” Hearing your words seemed to sober him up. He quickly got off the barstool, stumbling a little as he did. You watched him with a strange look in your eyes. Looking back at it now, he realized that it was a look of pity.
“Baby. You don’t mean that.” He chuckled before searching your face for any signs that you were joking. Much to his dismay, your lips were pressed in a thin line. He reached out to try and grab your hands but you had pulled them away. Your eyes were devoid of that warmth you usually had whenever he looked into them. That’s when it hit him that he had fucked up for the last time.
“Do me a favor and call yourself a cab. Seems like the bars’ closing soon.” A disappointed sigh managed to escape from you as you turned away. Part of you wanted to personally drive him home but that would only hurt you in the long run. These were the consequences of his actions. That’s what you had to tell yourself as he began to plead you to stay.
“Please don’t do this. Can’t you just stay? Please love, don’t leave me.” He called out to you. He would have begged you to stay till the sun rose, you knew that. You’ve never heard someone sounding so desperate, let alone Leon sounding so desperate. Maybe it was how much alcohol he had consumed. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he was losing you. It made you hesitate for a moment but you continued to walk.
Deep down you knew if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to leave. It would be a never ending restless cycle of Leon getting drunk and saying hurtful shit, you wanting to leave, him begging you not to, etc. You weren’t going to be like your mother. Desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as you finally stepped out of the bar, disappearing into the night and his life.
“Time to go home. Bar’s closed.” The bartender told him which snapped him out of his thoughts once last time. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed since he was given another drink, but the time on his watch proved him wrong. When it came to you he always lost track of time. Every time he sat down on this barstool he thought about you. Why he had kept coming back here, he didn’t know. Mostly it was a way of punishing himself. For letting you walk away and being too much of a coward to not change for you.
He paid his tab and left a tip for the bartender. Mumbling a good night, he made his way out the door. The cool night air felt nice against his flushed skin, yet it only made him miss you more. Cursing out his brain for the painful reminder, he called a cab before waiting for it to come. 
God he wished he didn’t but he did remember every moment (the good and the bad) on those summer nights with you.
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