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[astroph1les]

more than study buddies | h.c

summary: you’ve had a crush on hazel for yearsnow. after you get partnered with her in mr.g’s class, she asks you to come over to study for the final exam. tired of not being able to act on this crush, you turn to isabel for some help in seduction. you attempt a few of her tactics but it seems that hazel doesn’t really seem to be that interested. or so, you think until you’re straight it forward with how you feel.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language, mature content, smut including — oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), hazel being an absolute teasing dom bc i said so, mrs.callahan almost catches reader and hazel but is saved by a locked door, reader does not know how to flirt to save their lives, isabel & josie being cuties and supportive of hazel and reader, no y/n!!!

a/n: i hope everyone enjoys. this is my first time ever writing about a sapphic character so i hope it meets expectations. thank you! :))

word count: 7K (i got extremely carried away)

You and Hazel shared Mr.G’s class. It didn’t take a genius to notice that Hazel was insanely attractive with her mullet rocker hair, insanely sharp cheekbones, and big blue eyes that had you blushing at just the thought. After being assigned partners for the ‘Death of Women in History’ section for Mr.G’s class, you two had got to talking more and more about each other.

First, that Mr.G’s class really made no sense a majority of the time and that you had no idea how he even got hired. Hazel agreed but pointed out that at least it was an easy class. Along with looking cool, Hazel just was so fucking cool. She knew taekwondo, how to build a bomb (you didn’t question why or how she knew how to do that) and how she blew up that douchebag Jeff’s car after cheating on Isabel, who had also become close friends throughout the year, with Hazel’s mom.

You were pretty sure that was extremely illegal but didn’t even have to comment on it to tell that it pissed and disgusted Hazel off beyond belief.

You were surprised to find out that she didn’t have a girlfriend nor had she ever had a girlfriend. This made you more hopeful for a chance with her. You gushed to Isabel as you had been doing all semester about Hazel once class ended.

“Oh my god, you are obsessed with her,” Isabel teased you as you walked down the halls. “You know, if you want, I could for sure give you some tips on how to hint to her that you wanna be more than just friends.”

This made your eyebrows raise in interest. You weren’t really the flirty type in any way. You were the type to repress your crush on someone for as long as you could until it eventually went away. Rejection clouded your confidence as soon as you even considered confessing to your past crushes.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you awkwardly chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “I think we’re good now a-as friends.”

“Is that what you tell yourself when you're jerking off to the thought of her?” Isabel deadpanned causing you to blush.

You whip your head around the halls to see if Hazel or if anyone associated with her was around. You would rather die than have her hear that.

“I told you that happened one time!” You sneered through a whisper at the freckled girl.

Isabel continued to just stare at you unamused at your lies. The two of you approached your locker and there across the way was Hazel wearing a cozy brown sweater and green pants with her low Doc Martens. She was talking to Josie about something you couldn’t quite make out from a distance. Just seeing her made those memories of the many nights you’ve happened to use her as some inspiration to get off.

Many, many nights.

“Okay, a lot more than once but shut up. She is right there.” You sneered at your friend, glancing at Hazel once more before opening your locker to place your textbooks for the day.

As you do, you notice Isabel raise her hands up in defense before ogling at her Josie.

“Now go and talk to your girlfriend. I can see you eye-fucking her from here.” You poke at her gorgeous head of hair with a gag as she hugs you quickly, reminding you to FaceTime her tonight so that you can work out exactly how you could seduce Hazel.

Isabel happily walks over and throws her arms around Josie’s neck to kiss her softly. Hazel visibly grimaced at how heavily the kiss progressed in such a short amount of time before removing herself from their space.

“Hazel, hey,” you call out with a grin, hoping you didn’t scare her.

Hazel sighed out of relief at the sight of you which, of course, made your smitten heart thump.

“Shit, I’m glad I caught you actually. Mr.G’s test is coming up in about a week and I was wondering if you wanted to start coming over to study for it,” Hazel proposed and you felt your throat close up.

“Like a…. study-date?” You question carefully.

Hazel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Sure, yeah. So tomorrow after school? We can walk to my house.”

You blinked once, trying to process what you already agreed to. You nod with a deep inhale, a nervous smile that you hoped looked normal to your crush for years now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she reached forward to place a hand on your shoulder before walking away.

Your eyes followed her figure as you waited until she completely disappeared in the crowd of students leaving for activities and to go home. You inched forward to Josie and Isabel, lightly tapping on Isabel’s shoulder in a panic. Isabel audibly groaned and detached herself from Josie to look at whoever was tapping her but when she saw you, her face softened.

“What—“

“Hazel just invited me over tomorrow to study for Mr.G’s test. I don’t know what to do. What the fuck do I wear?” You express in a panic, messing with your middle finger ring as a sort of comfort.

Josie raised a finger up and shrugged. “Maybe study? I don't know…” Her voice faded out as her girlfriend then stared at her warningly.

“No, I am coming over tonight,” Isabel removed herself from Josie who just gaped at you and the honey haired woman. “FaceTime is not enough. Bring your best outfit ideas and I’ll help with seduction techniques because, no offense, but you really need it.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Josie interrupted with a grin already forming, “you like Hazel?”

You raised a fist to punch her shoulder and point at her. “Shut up, Josie.”

“Oh my god, babe, you seriously haven’t noticed? She’s jaw dropped and drools every time she’s around.”

“Okay, whatever, jesus. Yes, I do and I’m freaking out right now because I really like her and she’s so fucking hot and not only that, she’s actually a really nice person. God, I want her so bad.” You stress yourself out as you think about how tomorrow evening was going to go.

Isabel glanced at you with a grimace as she understood your struggle. She reached forward to pat your shoulder, not knowing how else to comfort you.

That same night, Isabel made her way over to your place to help you pick out an outfit. The two of you went through every single item in your closet. Isabel gave you one single tip on the clothing options for seduction; cleavage. It should’ve been a given in your eyes but being told it would for sure.

So, deep within the old, thrifted clothes, Isabel found something you completely forgot you had bought on a whim. She pulled out a soft pink cotton dress that was practically lingerie as the boob area was lined with lace.

“Isn’t that too dressy for a study date?” You proposed to Isabel.

“Definitely but it’ll make your tits look amazing.” Isabel emphasized, motioning to your chest.

Did your tits not look amazing on every other day?

So, the next afternoon after the last bell rang, you rushed to the bathroom to change into that said dress, quickly smoothing down the front to lessen the wrinkles from how you shoved it into your backpack. You glanced at your cleavage and Isabel was right about how great your tits looked.

They were a pretty average size but the lace and slight lift on the top area made your confidence rise a bit. Walking out of the bathroom, you spot Hazel leaning on your locker. A black and white zig-zag button up, a black opened vest on top with a medium wash of blue jean and a pair of creme white Converse.

Her chains shine very faintly against her neck which shouldn’t have driven you insane as it did.

You move yourself into her eye-line with a friendly, innocent grin. Hazel’s brows raised in your direction then furrowing at your obvious change in attire.

“Hey, you ready to go?” She asked with slight confusion in her tone.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you nod.

“Oh! I was able to get my mom’s car today so we don't have to walk for, like, half a fucking hour.”

The news caused you to internally sigh in relief. You were wearing Converse which weren’t exactly the most comfortable for walking miles. Plus, you didn’t want to try and seduce your way into Hazel’s heart.

The whole drive was quiet as you, in all honesty, completely forgot about every single thing that Isabel had told you to do. It’s not your fault that Hazel looked ridiculously attractive behind the wheel, driving with one hand gripping the wheel with the windows down.

It looked straight out of a fucking rom-com. You couldn’t help but gawk at the way the wind blew her rocker hair wildly, exposing her sharp cheekbones. The soft melody of a random radio station playing in the background really just made it full circle.

Maybe you could start here and compliment her.

“You look really nice driving,” you blurted out, wanting to vomit already at how fast and loud the words left your mouth.

Hazel’s face twitched in confusion for a moment, glancing over at you with a slight grin.

“Nice?” Her tone was teasing. “Thank you, I think?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod, embarrassment flooding through your veins.

Yeah, you didn’t say anything else the rest of the drive to her house. Pulling up, you tug the ends of the skirt of your dress down so you don’t flash her. You peaked over at her as she put the car in park, checking her out as discreetly as you could.

Hazel walked around the front of the car to open the door for you as you reached for the handle, catching you off guard. You froze for a still second before flashing her a flirty smile.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that,” you inform Hazel who had an arm raised and rested on the opened door.

“You’re the guest.” Hazel shrugged with a small grin before adding on, “also, it’s jammed on the child’s lock for some reason so I have to open it from the outside.”

This made your expression falter but you attempted to hide it. You threw your backpack over your shoulder as you stepped out of the car. Hazel moves out of your way to motion towards the front door. Or doors, in Hazel's case.

The walk to Hazel’s room made your heart sink. The confidence that had been waving in and out of your system had fully disappeared into thin air. Hazel strides in front of you, turning a corner to the egg-white wooden door to her room. She opens the door and moves out of the way, again, to let you in first.

“Just make yourself comfortable.”

You haven’t been comfortable since you walked into the house. Hazel sets her backpack down on the ground next to her desks' swivel chair. As she turned around, you tugged the front of the dress down to reveal your cleavage more for her to notice.

This is where it had to begin.

Setting your bag down in the same area, you brushed your hair out of your way and leaned on the desk with one hand. You made sure to make your arm press into the side of her boob to accentuate the front of the dress. Hazel turned to find you there right behind her, eyes widening and blinking once out of surprise of how close in prolixity you had become.

Then, Isabel’s advice came echoing in your mind.

“Compliment the smell of her or her room. Or even both. I know I love when people let me know how good I smell.”

“Hey, you know your room smells really good. It smells like you,” you smile, looking her up and down and leaning in closer. “What is it?”

Her room did, in fact, smell like some sort of fragrance mixture of woody, mahogany, and sage with a hint of lavender. Hazel glanced around the room before her eyes landed right where you had been wanting her to look; right at your tits.

“Uh, thank you. I have no idea. Probably ‘mahogany teakwood’ or some shit like that.”

You nod, mentally noting that. Hazel, then, got out all of the material needed for Mr.G’s class. Shit, you haven't even packed a notebook. Isabel gave you the confidence to assure you that something was going to happen.

Fuck.

Hazel was already getting out different colored pens and pencils, laying them out on her desk. You pretend to look through your bag, faking a sigh and groan as you continue your act.

“Damn it,” you muttered.

Hazel was quick to notice your frantic rummaging before asking, “what’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot to get my notebook so I can’t really study. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re fine,” Hazel reassured, a kind smile on her face. You hated how much it made your head spin. “Here— shit,” she dropped her notebook while handing it to you. The clumsiness made you smile; not making fun but in admiration of how cute she was.

Isabel was painfully right. You were obsessed with everything about her, it was concerning sometimes.

“I got it. Thank you,” you tell her as you bend forward to pick up the notebook from the ground, looking up at her from the ground.

Hazel’s eyes find themselves locked on your cleavage again. She nodded, clearing her throat and twiddling a pencil around her fingers skillfully.

“Yeah, of course.” Hazel smacks her tongue against her teeth. “We should probably… get to it though.”

You nod to yourself, clutching the notebook in a way that has the metal spiral digging into your palm. How were you going to seduce her when she actually wants to study?

“Right, yeah,” you respond, glancing over at her made bed. A thought filled your brain as you pointed to the bed. “Hey, is it okay if we get on the bed? It’ll probably be more comfortable that way.”

Hazel glanced at her bed then at you before nodding without hesitation. “Sure, yeah.”

The tension in the air was indescribable. When you were studying by yourself in your own room, you were usually blasting music on your speaker or in your headphones to the point of everything else around you becoming insignificant. There was complete silence in the room which made you even more nervous to be with Hazel in her room.

The two of you then sit on the bed; Hazel prying off her shoes to sit criss-cross on the bed and you lie down in front of her, one arm holding up your head and the other writing down mindlessly. Hazel actually seemed to be writing and studying while you were just scribbling your name down in different fonts. She had no idea how much you had been zoned out and bored.

That is until after half an hour of ‘studying’, Hazel asked you a question about a topic she was writing about.

“Oh, uh,” you look down at the paper and then back at her.

She was staring at you, waiting patiently for some sort of answer but she glanced at your graphite covered paper to see what you had been doing this entire time you had been here. Embarrassment begins to flood your system as you meet her gaze.

“Have you been writing your name over and over again?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off, having no defense whatsoever. You were bored, on the verge of giving up seducing Hazel. Might as well just tell her the truth. “I’m sorry, Hazel. I… never wanted to really study.”

Hazel chuckled and nodded her head towards the scribbled piece of paper. “Yeah, I noticed but why’d you say yes then? Did you wanna just… hangout or something?”

As you were about to open your mouth to ramble out some stupid love confession, Isabel’s voice echoed in your head.

“If you can’t do the subtle, seductive route, be honest about what you want. Some people hate it when they dance around what they really want to say or do. Be direct.”

You sucked in a deep breath, sitting up so that you were sitting across from Hazel with one leg hanging off of the bed. Your socked foot accidentally nudged her pant leg as you straightened out your back, making sure to keep eye contact with her.

“I want you, Hazel.” You kept your voice clear and lowered a bit to let her know that it was in fact in a sexual manner.

Hazel’s face dropped and you were already conjuring up an ‘it was a joke’ or ‘I’m just messing with you’ until she tilted her head with a smile.

“In a sexual and romantic way,” you emphasized with a grin.

“Is that why you changed into a dress after class?” Her tone was in its usual teasing way.

“What do you mean? I was wearing this all day.” You lied straight through your teeth but your grin gave away that you were being sarcastic.

Hazel just shook her head at you, muttering something under the lines of ‘such a tease’ as she leaned forward to press her lips onto yours. You blushed at both her words and how quick she was to kiss you. Her lips felt gentle and smooth against your own.

You inhaled and picked up a rhythm as she cradled the back of your neck with her hands. You were a bit intimidated by how experienced she was with her movements even though she had told you that she had none. Not that you were calling her a liar but she felt so fucking good.

Your hands awkwardly sat on your lap, not knowing where else to place them. This position made your lower back ache and not in a good way. You pull away from her slick lips, sucking in a deep breath.

“Can I,” you begin but hesitate for a moment. “Can we change positions? I’m sorry. My back is aching.”

You both softly chuckle at your question but it didn’t feel awkward. No, it felt more comfortable than anything. In fact, she shoved all of her school notebooks and pens on the ground with a cheeky grin.

“You can sit on my lap, c’mere.” Hazel scooched up further on the bed so that she was resting with her back against the bed frame, her legs straight out.

You blushed at the sight of her slightly slick and red lips and flushed cheeks. You forced yourself to follow forward and straddle Hazel’s legs. Her hands immediately found your waist, thumbs rubbing at the skin through the fabric.

“I’m not too heavy, right? Like it doesn’t hurt your legs?” You ask softly, placing your hands on Hazel’s shoulders.

“No, no. Trust me, this feels really good.” Hazel makes her point by running her palms up and down your sides than to squeeze at your thighs.

Your skin heats up as you feel her rings indenting into it with her soft grip. To hide your blush, you pull her into another passionate kiss. Your hands find her neck while she holds your waist, slightly rocking them forward. You let out a noise of pleasure as you feel her tongue swipe past your bottom lip.

Hazel began to smile against your lips after the noise left your mouth and she pulled away to then kiss at the skin underneath your jaw. You hum at the feeling of her lips sucking and biting at the skin. The room’s atmosphere was filled with the two of you letting out the gentlest of sensual sounds to egg each other on.

“Hazel,” you whine, rolling your hips into hers desperately.

Hazel detached herself from your neck to glance down at the way you were moving against her. She pecked at your cheek, placing her hands on your hips encouragingly. You noticed this glint in her eye and it was clear to you that she was turned on by how you were trying to get off on her.

“There you go. Just like that. That feels good, yeah?” Her tone raising a little with that stupid fucking smirk on her face.

“Please touch me.” You begged, a wave of desperation falling over you.

Hazel shook her head, obviously taunting your aroused state. “I think you’re doing good right now, pretty girl. Look at you, fuck.”

“Please,” you whispered, leaning forward to capture her lips onto hers.

Hazel pulled away to instead kiss right above your left boob, looking at you through her eyes to make sure you were okay with what she was doing. A slight nod was all Hazel needed to continue her journey down. She uses one hand to move the straps of the delicate dress off your shoulders.

You watch her tug down the top area of the dress to expose your bare chest. You try not to make it known how nervous you were for this. No one has ever seen this part of you and Hazel meant a lot to you in so many ways already. She gently takes them into her palms, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of her cool rings.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Hazel hummed, now looking into your eyes.

It sounded so sincere and kind, you could shed a tear.

“Perfect?” You tilt your head to the side, no humor behind it. There was genuine curiosity if she meant it.

“Yeah, you are,” she pecks your lips once before placing another peck to the top of your tits. “I’m not just saying that because your boobs are in my face, by the way.”

This causes a soft laugh to erupt from your chest, leaning forward to rest your forehead on her shoulder. Her hands rub up and down your back soothingly as she chuckles along with you.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You remove yourself from the comfort of her neck, pushing your hair out of your face.

“It’s okay. I just wanted to let you know that. Make you comfortable.” Hazel held your waist, looking between both of your eyes then your lips.

“I am. I just am really turned on right now.” You take your lip in between your teeth, adjusting yourself to grind once again on her lap.

Hazel took the hint and took one of your nipples in between her lips, sucking and licking on the bud. You gasp softly at the feeling, pushing your chest forward into the warmth of her mouth. You took one hand to brush her hair out of her face, moaning softly.

You were panting at the overwhelming feeling of her lips sucking and kissing at both of your tits and her hands gripping hungrily at your waist. It felt like so much but not enough all at once. You just wanted to be engulfed by this feeling; of Hazel.

“Can I go down on you?” Hazel asks softly, pulling away from your sensitive bud.

Your eyes widened at her words and tried to get out of your lustful haze. Your head felt clouded and not able to focus on anything other than this erotic feeling.

“I—Yeah. You really wanna?” You reply, a wave of both excitement and nerves flooding through your body.

“I really want to. If you’re not comfortable, though, that’s completely okay.” Hazel reassured you, kissing you gently on the lips. “We can keep doing this because trust me, this is really good too.”

You can’t help the smitten smile that spreads onto your lips. You hated how much you loved the bare minimum treatment she was giving you.

“No, I want to. I just— how do you want me?” You stare at her, waiting patiently.

Hazel bit her lip as she thought for a mere second before glancing to the empty space next to her. Hazel cupped your face once again to place a soft kiss to your lips. When she pulled away, you were quick to chase after the addicting taste of her. She pulled back with a teasing grin, moving her hands down to squeeze at your ass once.

“I’m gonna go and lock the door. Lay down for me, okay?”

For me. Fuck, she wanted to send you into cardiac arrest.

You nod and remove yourself from Hazel’s lap to sit down on the mattress. You could feel the wet patch on your underwear now that you were distracted by how your crush for years was sucking on your tits. Hazel rushed to lock the door, pushing her hair out of her face.

When Hazel locked her eyes on your figure on the bed, she sucked in a deep breath as if she was trying to keep her composure. She removed her open vest and her button up so that she was left in her white wife-pleaser and a black sports bra.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second in anticipation.

“You are so gorgeous,” Hazel tells you as she approaches the bed once again.

She crawls in between your open legs so that you are face-to-face. You answer by pressing your lips to hers. You crossed your arms around her neck to tug her more onto your body. Hazel moved her lips against yours, moving a hand from your neck to the skirt portion of the dress. She lifted it up so that it was resting around your stomach area to expose your black lace underwear you had worn for this.

Hazel hooked one finger underneath the waistband of the panties to snap it against your soft hips. You gasped at the feeling, in both pleasure and shock. Hazel pushes up on her arms to move down your body. She presses wet and attentive kisses down your chest and makes her way down to the plush of your stomach.

You sucked in out of habit so that you hoped you would appear thinner. You didn’t even realize earlier how exposed you were going to be. Hazel did take notice of the sudden tense feeling on your stomach as she kissed right above the waistband of your underwear.

“Hey, you gotta relax for me, okay?” Hazel mutters to you, hands kneeling into your soft thighs.

You sit up on your forearms to look Hazel in the eyes. “Sorry. I’ve never had anyone down there. I’m sorry if I look bloated or smell down there or—”

“Hey, it's okay. It’s okay. You look beautiful, okay? And as for the smell, its not supposed to smell like fucking vanilla or flowers. Men made that shit a standard because they’re fucking idiots.” Hazel’s words really set in your head as you tried to push away all the negative and harmful words that were telling you weren’t skinny or pretty enough to be doing this with her. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be.”

You nod slowly, watching as Hazel places feather-soft kisses onto your inner thighs. She was so attentive to every single sensitive part of your lower region. She kisses right over that wet spot on your underwear before taking the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down. She flings them somewhere in the corner of her room.

You want to close your legs out of instinct but you hold them open. Hazel leans down onto your pussy, placing a soft kiss onto your clit. Your hips shift at the feeling but you try to keep your composure. She looks up at you as she licks one stripe through your folds.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan softly, chasing her tongue for more.

Hazel continued to move her tongue through your slick folds, her hands gripping onto your thighs to hold you there. Your breathing was heavy and a slight layer of sweat began to form on your hairline and your lower back. The obscene sounds coming from your pussy only encouraged Hazel to pick up her movements.

You ran a hand through her hair as you felt it tickle at your inner thigh. Her eyes locked with yours as she sucked at your clit, waiting for pretty sounds to leave your lips. You whine and rock your hips against her mouth.

“You taste so good, baby,” she breathes against your slick folds. “So fucking good.”

The praise went straight to your core, your naked chest rising and falling as you were overwhelmed by her grip on you and her tongue hungrily moving through your folds. You tried to squirm away as you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen.

Hazel wasn’t letting that happen, though. She slipped her pointer finger into your entrance slowly, lifting her head up to watch your reaction to this new feeling. You nodded at the feeling of something inside of you, jaw dropped as you didn’t realize she had kept her rings on. Feeling incredibly pathetic and needy as you clenched around her finger, you rocked your hips down as if that would make the pleasure increase.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Hazel’s voice breathy in arousal, pumping her finger with one hand and keeping a tight grip onto your thigh to hold you open.

“More, please. Haze, I need to cum, please,” you begged, not even responding to her question.

Your mind was too clouded with the endorphins releasing from how good she was making you feel. Your hips kept grinding against her, feeling so out of your normal state of mind. Your lips were kiss-swollen and hair was beginning to frizz from the beads of sweat that were forming at your hairline.

“You look beautiful like this. All fucked out for me, honey.” Hazel did as you had begged for, her pointer and middle fingers were now pumping inside of you.

Her hair, too, was frizzing up beautifully from the humid air that had been filling the room. Her chest and cheeks had a gorgeous pink hue to the pale skin from the lust. Her lips and chin were coated with your arousal. How could she be complimenting you when she looked like she came straight out of porno magazine?

“Really? I’m the beautiful one when you look how,” you pant in disbelief, “you do? Fuck, Haze.”

In response to this flirtation, Hazel adjusted so that she was face-to face with you once again and pressed her lips to yours. You moan softly against her at the taste of your own slick on her swollen lips. Hazel’s fingers curled into you to hear those moans that she could have on repeat if it was possible. You pulled away to keep your lips ghosting over one another to breathe heavy moans into your mouths.

“How do I look, hmm?” She taunted, her eyes flickering all around the features of your face.

You whine, trying to kiss Hazel again to avoid answering. She just pulled back, curling her fingers against your g-spot teasingly to purposely drive you insane. You were so fucking close and she’s asking you this now?

And as if things couldn’t go more awry, you hear a rather loud knock on the door.

“Hazel! Is everything alright in there?”

Hazel’s movements freeze for a moment as the realization sets in that her mom is just on the other side of the door. You glance at the door than at Hazel who was heavily breathing along with you.

“Yeah, mom, why? I’m just doing…” Hazel glances at you and smirks for a moment. You roll your eyes as you know she wanted to say your name as a joke. “Homework. Just studying right now.”

Waiting for a response from her mother, Hazel resumed the thrusts of her fingers. She even picked up the pace of her thrusts and you knew it was because of this thrill of almost getting caught. Fuck, and it really wasn’t helping your attraction to her.

You scrunched up your brows at the pressure building in your abdomen as you force the moans itching at your throat back. Hazel had this lustful glint in her eye as she watched your hips sputter as she knew you were so close to cumming. She could feel how much you were clenching and hear the soft ‘please’ and her name falling from your lips.

“Okay, well, I swore I heard someone else in there. Is there someone else in there?”

You almost felt bad for Mrs. Callahan as you were getting finger-fucked by her daughter while she was just on the other side of the door. Almost.

Okay, you didn’t give a fuck.

“Yeah, a friend. She’s helping me study for Mr.G’s final exam.” Hazel borderline shouts back before leaning down to kiss at the underside of your jaw.

“You’re doing so good for me. You’re gonna cum, pretty girl?” You nod, eyes watering from how good she felt and not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. You were whispering and begging for her to make you cum, the build-up becoming overwhelming.

“Did you guys want anything to eat? I can go and get some pizza?”

“Yeah, mom. Sounds good. Pepperoni is great. Okay, love you. Bye.” Hazel rushes out her words.

You reach your hand down to rub at your sensitive clit as Hazel pumps her fingers harder. Hazel moves your hand away to replace your hand with her own, wanting to make you cum on her own. You let out a shaky moan, a string of ‘please’ leaving your lips.

Your hand reaches down in between your legs to grip onto her wrists, trying to push her hands away from the overstimulation. Your back arches and chases the feeling over how hard you were cumming. Your thighs tried to clamp her hands still but she didn’t stop whatsoever, wanting your cum to lather her fingers.

“Haze, please, please. Fuck, right there.” You beg through dry sobs, cumming quicker than you could comprehend.

Your head went numb and your body went weak as shivers ran down your spine. Hazel watched as your hips eagerly chased the high, stuttering as you were slowly coming down from the orgasm.

“There you go, baby. Just breathe. You did so good. So, so good, yeah.” Hazel leaned down to kiss your soft lower stomach, slowly removing her fingers from your cunt.

Hazel refrained from groaning at the sight of your climax dripping out and lathering her fingers and rings. Her main focus was taking care of you right now.

“I need a nap,” you huffed as you raised an arm to cover your forehead.

Hazel chuckled softly, leaning down to place sweet and gentle kisses to your cheeks and then lips. “How about you pee for now and then we could take a nap? I don’t want you to get a UTI or something.”

You nod, agreeing with her. You take a deep breath in and out as you sit up slowly. Hazel watched you carefully as she continued to caress your sides and thighs.

“You have a private bathroom right?” You wonder as you stare at the door you entered from.

If Hazel’s mom was still home, you couldn’t fathom having to interact with her after what had just happened in this room.

“Yeah, it's right next to the closet over there.” Hazel jerked her head to a door that looked identical to the entrance to her room.

You nod as you should’ve seen that earlier. A sudden silence fell over the two of you; almost tense. Do you kiss her? Do you hug her? Do you ‘thank her’? No, thanking her would be so fucking weird.

Just get up and pee, you freak, jesus.

Hazel watched you move your straps back onto your shoulders and covered your tits that she wished she had spent more time on. You get up from the bed, turning your head to flash her a gentle smile, muttering that you would be right back.

“I’ll be here.” Hazel grins, pointing to her bed.

You open the bathroom door with a soft blush, shutting the door behind you. You locked eyes with your reflection and raised a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Your mascara was smudged under your eyes and your lips were a bit puffy and red. And god, your hair was a mess.

You looked fucked out.

You were fucked out.

A part of you wanted to take a photo and send it to Isabel to show her it worked a lot better than you thought it would go. You shook your head and quickly used the bathroom, washing your hands. You dry them off on a towel, trying to keep your composure from flashes of what had just happened.

You adjust the skirt and top to your dress, wiping underneath your eyes to smoothen out the black mascara. You swing open the door to see Hazel sitting on her bed on her phone. She looked up as she noticed the bathroom light turn off and how you were standing silently to yourself.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” She turned her phone off and tossed it to the side, her eyes trailing up and down your body.

“Mhmm. Yeah, just tired, honestly,” you reassure her as you sit down next to her on the mattress.

“Do you want to take that nap now?” Hazel smiled kindly, turning her head to look at the head pillows.

You couldn’t help but smile at her too. Why did she have to be so attentive? Not that you were complaining but god, you couldn’t believe she was even real.

“Maybe not nap but I wanna lay with you, if that’s okay?” Your tone was hesitant as you didn’t know what you guys were going to be after this.

“Like cuddle?” Hazel’s tone was hopeful and kind.

You nod and the next thing you know, Hazel is holding you close with your legs intertwined. One of your hands was on her chest, twiddling with her necklaces while Hazel’s hands were rubbing up and down your back. In the midst of the domestic silence, you pressed gentle kisses onto her neck and she reciprocated the pecks onto your temple.

You could stay here forever.

“Hey Haze?” You murmur onto her skin, watching goosebumps rise to her skin.

Hazel hummed in response.

“Are we, like, dating now?” You avoid looking her in the eye, anxiety clouding your thoughts.

“I have to take you on an actual date but yeah, I want to be.” Hazel shrugged her shoulders, acting cool about it but you could pick up by her tone that she was being genuine.

You purse your lips to hold back the giddy smile, snuggling further into her chest. Hazel cupped the side of your face, pressing her thumb underneath your jaw to tilt your head up and capture your lips into a gentle kiss.

After inhaling the pizza that Mrs. Callahan had bought for you guys, you impulsively decided to spend the night. You and Hazel lazily made out and whispered in the late of the night tangled in her sheets.

The next morning at school, you and Hazel walked in side by side. Your pinkies were just barely brushing against each other and you were wearing one of Hazel’s sweaters with your jeans from before you changed into your seduction dress.

Isabel was waiting by your locker to hear all the details as you refused to text her last night after what had happened. She was talking to Josie, smiling as she listened attentively to whatever her girlfriend was telling her about.

You look at Hazel with a soft smile as you approach Isabel and Josie.

“Ignore how they will act when she sees us together,” you warn Hazel quietly.

Hazel nods, making eye contact with Josie who was already sporting a knowing grin. You deeply inhale as you stop in front of the couple.

“Morning guys.” You politely say, sending Isabel a warning glare.

Her eyes were locked on Hazel behind you, a smile forming on her freckled face. Josie and Isabel both mutter ‘mornings’ back, eyes never leaving Hazel who just stared back with a tight-lipped grin.

“So, you two are coming to school together? How exciting.” Josie bit her lip cheekily as she rocked side to side, the smile never leaving her face.

“Well, you know, I hate polluting the air so saving the environment by just riding together,” you turn around to face Josie, tilting your head with a smile.

Isabel nodded. “Right, so how was that study session guys?”

You and Hazel locked eyes with flushed cheeks as you could still feel her lips on your body. She left a permanent mark on your psyche. Hazel looked down with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders to play it off as if it was a minor occurrence.

“Actually, it was very informative. Exploring lots of new things about women,” Hazel glanced over at you then at Josie and Isabel with a confident grin.

Your eyes widened for a moment, nodding along to her words. You glance at Hazel, wanting to kick her in the shin but you just continue to add on the conversation.

“Yup. Ladies learning about ladies. I love feminism.” You give them a thumbs up.

Isabel’s eyes squinted as she glanced between you and Hazel. Before she could add on another comment that would make you feel even more tense, the bell rang for your first period.

“Shit, I gotta go. I forgot my first period is on the other side of the school.” Hazel rushed out, tightening and adjusting her grip on her bag.

“Oh, I’ll see you later, okay?” You turn to her with a small smile.

You tried not to sound too clingy as you were already missing her presence. Hazel reciprocated the smile before leaning in to connect your lips into a soft kiss. You close your eyes and almost forget where you guys were until you heard a soft ‘oh my god’ that came from Josie.

“Try not to miss me too much, baby,” she mutters against your lips.

You nod, feeling like your brain was short-circuiting. When Hazel pulled away, she turned to the other pair, raising a hand to wave them bye.

“I’ll see you guys.” Hazel walks away with a confident pep in her step as she rounds the corner of the hallway.

Yeah, you were done for. Thank God for Mr.G’s class.

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[awfcspencer]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Leah Williamson fic where Leah and famous!reader have been dating for a long time and nobody knows. Basically, reader is seen attending a game and nobody knows why until a fan secretely takes a pic of them at a fancy dinner date (Leah in her SPOTY suit) thus breaking the internet. But Leah and reader only know about it after a night of fun (maybe smut) and make their couple debut.

Apologies for the long essay😅; love your works❤️

Secret’s Out || leah williamson x reader

leah williamson x famous!reader

prompt: requested

warnings: suggestive, a few swear words, mostly fluff

a/n: thank you for the request, hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy! Also thank you that is so sweet!

There was constant attention on your very private life. Tabloids and journalists were desperate to write a dramatic column about anything they assumed was ‘juicy’ or ‘interesting’. Simply just vying for views and money. It made you sick to your stomach. Being in the ‘bright light’, as some people call it, was certainly a privilege, it had blessed you with amazing opportunities and provided you with an income, but it can get tricky very quickly.

Especially when you were dating one of the most famous professional women’s footballers. A woman who captained England in the Woman’s Euros when they won on home soil and leads Arsenal’s defense. The face of women’s football one might say. But to you, she was just Leah. Leah who loved rom-coms films and always cried at the end, Leah who had the palette of a toddler even when you tried to convince her to eat something other than chicken nuggets and smilies. Leah who you were insanely in love with.

Both being very famous individuals in your own industries, it was important for the both of you to keep things just the two of you. As Taylor Swift once said, ‘Romance is not dead if you keep just yours.’ Your close friends and family knew as well as Leah’s teammates but the public was blissfully unaware. You and Leah were approaching two years and it was still a major secret, thankfully.

Things were obviously different in your relationship. You weren’t able to take Leah on the red carpet with you, boast all about your rockstar defender girlfriend on the pitch, or really even hypothetically stand too close before social media would run wild with different rumors. It was not only drama outlets, but also fans. It was easier to be single these days on social media because the fans can become very hurtful and rude when they realize their favorites are ‘off the market’. You didn’t want anyone sending Leah hate and she certainly didn’t want you on the receiving end. It was annoying at times, but you and Leah liked the privacy. You both would choose a night in, cuddled on the couch, watching a film over a loud smelly club or bar any day.

One thing that really hurt your heart with the situation you were in was not being able to outwardly root for Leah at her Arsenal or England games, in person. Sure you would always watch on any device you could when she was playing, but it wasn’t the same as being in person. A combination of busy, conflicting schedules and wanting to avoid any unnecessary extra drama that would certainly take away from the importance of the match always kept you away from the stadium.

You really wanted to attend one of Leah’s matches soon since she has made her return back from her ACL injury. You had seen the daily struggles of her 9 month journey and you knew how important it was for her to be back on the pitch, playing the sport she loves. So you decided to bring it up to her one day after dinner, wanting to hear her thoughts on the subject.

“Hey Lee what are the odds I come to the Emirates when you guys play Man United? My schedule is clear for the day.” you bite the bullet and ask her. In your relationship, communication had become incredibly important, especially when you would be away from each other for long portions of time, having to rely on Facetime and text messages. So it was always easy talking to Leah.

“I mean I would love to have you there baby, but what about the fans?” She moved from her spot on the kitchen island to standing behind you as you washed the dishes. Placing soft kisses on your neck as her hands found your hips.

It was a good point that you knew she was going to bring up. You had been so adamant on seeing Leah play that you almost kind of forgot about everything else. There would certainly be rumors thrown around like crazy, but rumors were really just rumors. There were new rumors about you or Leah almost every day, what was one more?

“I know, I know.” Thinking through everything she was saying. A small section of your mind thinking let the fans speculate, you want to support Leah, that was what is most important. “I want to be there.” Turning to face her with the most serious look you could muster up so she could tell you it was really important to you.

“Okay, you can sit with my family in the box. I can call my mom and let her know you will be there.” Leah knew the risk of you going, but inside she was beaming. You would be there to support her at a sold-out Emirates. You would be there, in person.

“Perfect. I need to find my McCabe kit to wear too!” you joke out knowing how to rile her up. Leah casually smacks your ass as you return to washing the dishes.

“Don’t even joke like that.” Her stern face not lasting long as she breaks into a smile and a laugh.

—————

In your perfectly disguised outfit, you make your way with Amanda toward your assigned seating area. The Emirates was loud and energetic, it was supposed to be a solid match. Two pretty matched teams with incredibly loyal fanbases.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Amanda says to you as you walk. You had met Amanda pretty early in your and Leah’s relationship and she was just as lovely as Leah. Amanda had quickly become a mother figure for you.

“Me too. I’m excited to watch Leah play live instead of on a tiny phone.” Your heart was pounding, eager to watch Leah play, even more eager to watch Leah win.

Only a few fans had noticed you were in attendance as they looked into the box, but with your large black puffer, hat, and Arsenal scarf on, they weren’t able to see the ‘Williamson 6’ kit you were wearing with pride.

The Arsenal started strong on offense, a quick goal by Viv put them up 1-0 and halftime ended with Beth finding the back of the net for a second. Leah had her stern demeanor on when she played, but when she looked into the box and saw you standing with her mother as you watched, she sent you a small wave and a soft smile.

At the halftime whistle, you were desperately hungry. Stepping out of the box as you searched for something to eat. You were met with a few more fans whom you sent smiles and took photos with. Whenever someone had asked why you were in attendance, you just told them you had grown up a major Arsenal fan. It wasn’t a complete lie but it was the easiest to tell. One fan had asked your favorite player and you jokingly told them that it is Alessia Russo. I mean who doesn’t love England’s star girl.

In the second half, Manchester United’s Geyse dribbled down the midfield and shot on goal and the ball quickly went passed Manu. Nearing the 80th minute, Ella Toone managed to find the left corner of the goal and it was now tied 2-2. The energy in the Emirates picked up dramatically.

To say you were amped up would be an understatement, jumping up and down for every forward ball sent down the pitch, hoping for the 3 points with another goal. You were cheering loud and proud for Arsenal, mostly for your defender girlfriend though.

You didn’t spend much time on social media, it was best for your mental health to steer clear of it most of the time. So when pictures of you at the Arsenal game started to go viral, you had no idea. Many people speculating why you were there and any other nonsense shipping of you and the players. Thankfully because of London’s bipolar temperatures, you still had your coat on, hiding the real reason you were here.

In extra time, Caitlin sent a dangerous ball to Viv and she scored. The Arsenal win 3-2. The crowd went wild with enthusiasm, as did you. You hugged Amanda and the rest of her family in the box as you bid them farewell’s and left.

Leah and you had already planned a small date after the match at a fancy restaurant just outside the city to escape prying eyes. So instead of greeting her at the end of the match like all the other girlfriends and family did, you quickly retreated to Leah’s car. Waiting for her to finish up her walk around the stadium, get changed, and then meet you in her car. You had just simply changed into a long black dress in the car. Leah had tinted windows anyway so it didn’t really matter.

What you didn’t expect was for Leah to get into the car with a suit on. Your mouth was open and dry, so incredibly dry. She looked breathtaking. The black of her suit made her blonde hair stick out and the black tie was doing wonders in your head.

“Lee you look amazing. Definitely don’t look like you just got done playing 90 minutes of football.” You joked with her.

“It’s one of my many, many talents.” she sarcastically said as she shrugged and sent you a wink. “You look good too baby. Stunning as always.” giving you a quick peck.

Leah in her suit and her right hand dangerously high on your thigh wanted to make you scream out to cancel the date and take you straight home. Use that tie to tie you to the bed. But patience was key, good girls were patient, and good girls got rewarded.

The drive wasn’t long and eventually, you were pulling into the parking lot. It was a nice modern place, big glass windows surrounded the building and inside it was even more lovely. Leah had reserved you a table in the back to try to avoid extra attention to the both of you.

The food was mouthwatering and you were so captivated by Leah in her suit. Your eyes were dead-set on her as she spoke so neither you nor Leah noticed when a couple fans outside the restaurant had taken a few quick shots of the two of you holding hands at the small table through the glass windows.

The dinner could not have lasted longer, Leah was certainly taking her time finishing her meal. Leah was guiding her long legs up yours and her hand placements were anything but subtle. You couldn’t take it any longer.

“Lee please take me home and fuck me” was all you needed to say as Leah grabbed your hand and led you to her car.

—————

You had woken up in the morning before Leah. You traced your fingertips over the red lines all over her back from last night’s actions, carefully moving her blonde locks out of the way. It was peaceful, the sun was just rising outside of your open blinds and Leah was sound asleep.

A loud phone call noise ruined the silence. First, it was your phone ringing, and then it was Leah’s. You untangle from Leah slightly and grab your phone from the bedside table to stop the annoying noise.

Quietly saying “Hello?” as you didn’t want to wake Leah just yet.

It was your agent.

“Have you been on social media today?” she almost screams at you, anger definitely in her voice.

“What no? Why?” inching yourself more upright in the bed and leaning over to grab Leah’s phone as it has continued to ring.

“Did you and Leah go on a date last night?” she continues to swarm you with questions and not explaining why she was calling. She obviously knew you and Leah were dating, but why did it matter if you went on a secret date?

“Yes? Why?” utterly confused.

“A fan posted a photo of you and Leah last night and it’s gone viral.”

The first thought through your mind was fuck. The second was that you immediately needed to wake Leah. You look on Twitter and there are several photos of you and Leah last night. One of you two holding hands at the table. One of the two of you getting into Leah’s car afterwards. There were several pictures almost documenting the whole date.

Everyone making the quick connection of the real reason you were at the Arsenal game yesterday as social media ran wild with dating rumors. I mean by the evidence, they weren’t really rumors at this point, they were facts.

Gently pushing her shoulder as you said, “Lee you need to wake up.”

Of course, she turns right over without even opening her eyes, shifting away from your hand.

“Leah Williamson wake up!” you shout at her.

You weren’t angry at Leah, but the panic that you felt in your chest at the thought of your little secret getting out startled you. Were you really ready to let the public know?

Leah could hear the stress in your voice as she was now awake, rubbing her eyes and looking at you.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, sleep definitely still in her voice.

“Someone posted photos from our date last night.” you tell her as you hand her your phone with the pictures on it.

You had completely forgotten about your agent on the phone, as she rambled off ideas on PR tactics that could hopefully lessen the damage. Leah scrolls through the photos and the countless responses.

“What do we do?” you ask Leah as your finger pinch your nose.

“What do you want to do?”

You fully expected her to begin siding with your agent, a quick way to end this little mess. But as she looked at you, she wanted to do what you wanted. And what you wanted was to love Leah in public, tired of loving her in private. You wanted to post funny pictures of Leah, she always made you laugh. You wanted to hold her hand in public, letting everyone know she is yours. You wanted to take her on extravagant dates and show her how much you loved her every single day, in public and in private.

Sure the media was ruthless, but you and Leah would battle the storm together.

“I guess the secret’s out.” you chuckled out. The stress in the situation lessened, you would weather the media together. You told your agent that you were going to let the public know and hung up.

Leah, on her phone now, messaging back to a couple people who had reached out about the photos and asked what she was going to do.

“Are you okay with this?” you asked her to make sure she was feeling the same way you were.

“Yeah I think so. I don’t want us to be a secret anymore. I want the whole world to know your mine” she said as she intertwines your fingers with hers and pulls the comforter up as you both choose your favorite photos to let the world know.

“I guess the secret’s out.” you joked as you pressed publish.

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[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"What the fuck?"

Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.

She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.

Still, what the heck?

"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.

She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.

Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.

Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.

So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.

(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)

"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."

"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.

"Just…why?"

"Who cares?" Harley broke in.

"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"

"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."

"Really?" Selina said, half joking.

"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."

This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.

Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."

"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.

"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.

"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"

The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.

Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"

"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."

"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"

"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."

"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.

"No."

"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.

Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."

"Same conclusion I came to."

Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.

"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."

"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.

"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.

"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."

Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."

“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.

"And he's a weirdo, like us."

Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"

"It won't fail," he said confidently.

"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.

"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."

"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…

Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?

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[hotgirlmav]

Fatal Attraction — Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Pairing: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Female!Reader (18+)

Description: Much like every other person that came across Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, you had developed quite the crush on him. What made you different, though, was that you were the niece of his direct superior. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t entertain the idea in the slightest, but a little teasing never killed anyone, right?

Warnings: Explicit language, insane dirty talk, semi-possessive Iceman, sexual thoughts and tension, allusions to smut, so much pining, degradation kink, Iceman not wanting to pull a Maverick, Iceman doing just that. You know the drill.

Word Count: 4,279.

A/N: Not only was this much longer than I expected, but it ended up being much dirtier. I’M SORRY, Iceman just does something to me. He does something to all of us. Val Kilmer, you will PAY FOR THIS.

Requests are still open!

Another Friday morning. How lovely.

You were currently making your way to Commander Mike Metcalf’s office, commonly known around those grounds as Viper. The skylight beaming throughout the windows of the naval building illuminated the hallway before you, further reminding you of just how tired you were.

Every single day for the entire month that you were in San Diego, your uncle would forget his lunch. In several ways, his unintentional forgetfulness reminded you very deeply of your father, further proving just why those two were best friends. Had it not been for you, the containers so articulately and thoughtfully prepared by your aunt would have remained right where she left them on the granite countertop.

The first time it happened, you figured that you would just take it to the base on your way out, seeing as you had a few light errands to run. That was all it took for that very action to become a key part of your daily routine for the entire duration of your visit. You would never complain, though. Not when you were happily occupying the guest bedroom in his very, very beautiful house.

To be quite fair, not all of it was so bad. It thrilled you to see the stunning aircrafts taking off on the runways as you stole glances out of the windows, and it was always fun to hang out in your uncle’s office. The best parts, however, were the pilots.

God, the pilots.

The naval aviators studying at Top Gun were nothing short of cocky, but it wasn’t as if they had no reason to be. They were young, they were the best at what they did, they were hot shit— they were the future of the Navy. The very world was at their fingertips, and they were well aware of that fact.

Your uncle had warned you about these men. Some of them got a bit too cocky, resulting in them crashing and burning. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as brutal as that was. For the most part, you heeded his warnings with ease, taking the warmest comfort in knowing that his expertise on the subject had been perfected over the course of your entire lifetime. You had been flirted with by quite a few of the men, but it never seemed to have any impact on you. None of them really captured your interest, nor did they properly catch your eye.

Well— none of them except Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, of course.

From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you were completely hooked. You had no idea whether it was because of his undeniably indescribable beauty, his electrifyingly powerful aura, his domineering and enigmatic attitude, his precision when flying, his irresistibly alluring charm, or his very evident intellect. All you knew was that whatever it was, it completely consumed you. It devoured you.

Never in your life had you hungered for another human being so deeply. The very sight of him set your heart ablaze, despite him acting as a walking example of everything your uncle warned you against.

In your most humble defense, you thought your uncle should consider himself lucky that you weren't madly in love with Maverick, but that was another story.

The very thought of Iceman put quite the smile on your face as you entered the vacant office, any remainder of sleep in your eyes disappearing into thin air. You inhaled sharply as a means to take a deep breath and sauntered over to his desk, absentmindedly leaving the door open behind you.

Your mind began to wander in just the few seconds it took for you to walk. What was Iceman doing? Would he be happy to see you, if he even did? How did flying go today? Did Maverick piss him off again? You didn’t even have to ask that one, you already knew what the answer was.

What went through that pretty head of his? After asking yourself the question, you realized just how much you truly wanted to know the answer to it. Even though you had only been in his presence for just a month and you had only slightly conversed with one another, you wanted to know everything there was to know about the enigmatic man. You wanted to know why he was the way he was, why he did the things that he did. Everything. You wanted to go back to where it all began, you wanted to know every minute detail that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself. You wanted to know if the cheeky little glances and the few devious smirks he’d flash you whenever you briefly spoke meant anything, or if that was just something he did to everyone.

After just a moment, a very particular voice rang through your ears like no other, your heart falling to your feet once you heard it. You hadn’t even reached the desk once it pierced your ears; the containers were still in your hand.

“There she is.”

You turned your head and there he was.

A subtly grinning Tom Kazansky, fully adorned in his flight suit. Because of how engulfed you were in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realize that training must have been over. Men had been roaming the halls outside the office for a few minutes now, much to your chagrin. That man in particular, however, noticed you the second he entered the building.

Immediately, your lips were curling into a wide grin, not even being able to fight your excitement as you giggled at just the sight of him. Trying to hold your composure as calmly as possible, you turned and set the containers on Viper’s desk, your back now facing him. “Good morning, Ice.”

Had you not missed making an appearance yesterday, you felt as though you would have been much more collected. It was the only day in the past month that you didn’t show up to drop off lunch, and the Iceman withdrawal was hitting you with the intensity of ten hammers. The thing that bothered you the most about it was the fact that he couldn’t have been thinking about you. No, of course not. While you were lying awake at the thought of not seeing Tom Kazansky for the first time in a month, you were sure that he was chatting up some blonde, sipping his ice water with his aviators on his stupidly beautiful face.

That asshole.

“I missed you yesterday.” He told you so casually, treating the words as if they were as simple as him asking you what the weather was. To him, the words were nothing more than a simple little fact, but to you, they were the warmest sentiment you had ever received. Your heart both stopped and sped up as your eyes widened, your back still turned to him.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard his words, something that did not go unnoticed by him. Your eyebrows were furrowed as your widened eyes stayed firmly on the surface of the desk. Your fingers were still lightly planted on the containers while you stood, not even looking over your shoulder as you spoke before you could think. “You noticed I was gone?”

Iceman was aware of your reaction the second you froze. He didn’t fight the smirk that was forming on his face, seeing as your back was still turned to him. Had you been looking at him, he wouldn’t have embarrassed you with the way his gaze was glued to your figure. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his eyes were heavily clouded with lust as they were planted on you. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way his cheek was hollowed from the way he was biting the inside of it. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the way he was eye-fucking you the same way you did to him whenever he had his back to you.

Within the next few seconds, though, the words that fell from his lips seemed to be what sent you over the edge. You could practically hear your heart pounding out of your chest as you felt your entire body heat up. Weirdly enough, even as hot as your skin felt, you felt goosebumps rising along your spine.

“I notice a lot of things about you.”

That was enough for you to finally let go of the container, making an attempt to face him very casually. Your body turned and you immediately cleared your throat at the sight of him, trying your hardest to disguise it as something very normal. Even under all of his aviation gear, you could see that his toned body was a bit tense. His sunglasses must have been in one of his pockets, seeing as you had a full view of his face.

“Like?” You further egged him on, mentally patting yourself on the back for it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fall into the trap. Take the bait. Come on.” You thought to yourself as you gazed over at him, silently hoping he wouldn’t examine your face the way you were trying to examine his.

You silently hoped that he would be oblivious to your feelings about him, but even the furthest person in the building could identify the lust in your eyes. You were blinking almost every second as a means to suppress your excitement, but there was no use. His eyes were firmly fixated on yours, and you could feel your heart continue to race as a result. You wondered if he saw the look in your eyes for what it was; a mixture of lust, desire, and admiration.

For someone as cold as Iceman was, he was not an asshole. He could see the look in your eyes as clear as day, of course he could. He recognized that very look in nearly every woman that looked at him. The most notable difference, though, was that he wanted you to look at him.

To say that Tom Kazansky had quite an effect on people, typically women, was an extreme understatement. From his enchantingly full lips, to his quite muscularly toned frame, to his domineering aura, even to his precision, it was safe to say that he knew all eyes were on him when he entered a room. For the love of all that is holy, he’s Iceman.

He’d be a fool to think that he wasn’t the subject of most people’s desires, and a fool was the last thing he was.

Regardless of how he knew people gawked at him, dreamt of him, and even craved him, none of it seemed to truly capture his interest. For all that it was worth, the man was practically next to unattainable. He liked to have fun, yes, but all of his focus went to flying. It was very safe to say that people were able to catch his eye, but never his interest.

Everyone except you, that is.

From the moment you caught his eye on the first day you came, he was intrigued. The pure confusion in your eyes as you tried to navigate the corridors had him in quite a trance, which did not go unnoticed by his friends.

“Slider, who is that?” The words fell from his lips with what was almost an embarrassing amount of interest. His eyes fixated on you as if he was scared to look away.

Slider glanced over at you once he heard his friend ask the question, his eyebrows raising at the sight. There was no denying that you were a beautiful woman. From the way your precious sundress hugged your waist and flowed just to your mid-thigh, Iceman had to nudge Slider to prevent him from devouring your body with his eyes. In doing so, Slider figured that he was telling him to back off. He figured that he was claiming you, and due to the fact that Slider was very highly up Iceman’s ass, he would oblige.

Before he could answer, you met both of their gazes and took a sharp breath, assuming that they were silently laughing at you for how lost you were. You flashed a gentle smile once you saw Slider kindly nod at you as a greeting, making your way over.

“Excuse me.” Your heavenly voice filled Iceman’s ears, causing him to stand up straight. You were speaking to Slider when you went over, but once you caught a glimpse of the man beside him, your mind went completely blank. Your lips parted as you gazed up at him, blinking a few times before you forced the words out. “Do you know where I can find Mike Metcalf’s office?”

“Viper?” Iceman asked with furrowed eyebrows, knowing you must not have been from around there by the way you neglected Viper’s callsign. You rolled your eyes at your own mistake and let out a small giggle, nodding your head.

“Yes, I’m sorry. He’s my uncle, I was just dropping by because he forgot his lunch.” You sweetly told the two pilots, both of them clearly quite surprised at the revelation.

“No, no way. You’re too pretty to be related to Viper.” Slider casually remarked, earning one of the coldest glares that Iceman could conjure up. You let a small laugh out at the flattery, shaking your head slightly in response.

“He’s my dad’s best friend. I’ve just known him as my uncle my whole life.” You gently spoke, a cheeky little grin on your face as you decided to tease the taller man. “I’ll tell your commander that you said that.”

Slider’s life flashed before his eyes as Iceman let out a cool chuckle at your words, causing you to silently and subtly swoon. You glanced over at him with a warm grin, your breath hitching in your throat as you finally met his intense gaze.

“Two doors to the left, sweetheart. You were almost there.” Iceman told you in a tone that would’ve made anyone fold right then and there, the smirk on his face tying it all up. You immediately swallowed once you felt your mouth water and shifted in your stance, not being able to help the smile that was on your face.

“Thank you, um…” You began, now noticing that they hadn’t introduced themselves to you.

Slider opened his mouth to speak, but it was no use. Iceman was already politely extending his large hand, the size of it almost making you faint.

“Iceman.” He stated it in a way that you couldn’t properly identify. It wasn’t cocky, but it was definitely sure of himself. Yes, that was it. He was very sure of himself.

You shifted the container to one of your hands and used your free one to grip his, the firmness in both of your hands as you shook causing you to suppress a literal moan. Your hand was quite small and warm, as opposed to his large, cold one. Your skin was soft; his was calloused. You didn’t want to let go, but any second longer would have resulted in you just pouncing on him.

“Iceman.” You repeated in a mutter, causing his smirk to return and his attraction to replace all hints of professionalism that still remained in his expression. You took a deep breath and retracted your hand, kindly smiling at the pair of them as you snapped out of it. “Thank you both.”

Once you began to walk away, Iceman made no attempt to hide the fact that he was gazing at you. Your figure was now an image that was burned into his memory, something that came in handy in his dirtiest and most desperate moments. You truly would never know that Iceman had taken quite an interest in you long before you had taken one in him.

“Viper’s niece. There’s your answer.” Slider chirped out as an answer to his former question, looking down at his watch.

“Not biologically.” Iceman responded in a way that sounded all too familiar, causing him to furrow his own eyebrows. He didn’t even know where that came from.

“Yeah, Ice, good luck with that. See how well Commander Viper would take you being laid up with his niece, blood or not.” Slider dryly laughed out loud, shaking his head. “Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t pull a Maverick.”

The reference to Maverick relentlessly trying to get Charlie was something they all made fun of, despite not knowing that he had been successful in doing so. Immediately, Iceman’s face dropped.

Maverick. Maverick would try you. Holy FUCK, Maverick would definitely try you.

“Shut up, Slider.” Iceman seethed through his teeth lowly at the thought, taking a sharp breath. Once he put his aviators on, he only tried to disregard the thought of you. He had worked incredibly hard to get where he was, and he refused to put his lust before his work. That was the difference between him and Maverick. He was logical, and Maverick was the most impulsive person in the world.

Iceman cleared his throat as the thought of meeting you flashed throughout his mind so briefly, now meeting your gaze. You recognized the way he cleared his throat and didn’t even try to hide your smirk, as it was the way you always did when he teased you.

You made him flustered.

“Like what, Iceman?” You asked in an even softer tone than before, your head tilting to the side. You could see the lust in his eyes for the first time since you met him, trying not to let it corrupt your position of having the upper-hand.

In true Iceman fashion, however, he refused to not be the one in control.

A cold chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, now standing up straight. The sound of his boots hit the floor in a way that made you feel as if you were listening to a sweet tune. He slowly inched inside of the office before he used his large hand to push the door shut behind him, doing so very quietly.

“I don’t think you can handle it.” He teased you in a light tone, his voice almost intimidating you as you tried your hardest not to shift. Now, he was standing in front of you, the smirk on his face prominent as he used his tongue to wet his lips. Unbeknownst to you, he only did so to see if you would gaze at his lips during the process. Much to his satisfaction, you did.

Your lips parted as you basked in the sight, completely submitting to him in that moment. He wanted the power, and you let him mercilessly take it. Trying your best to fight against the situation, you gulped silently and said the very first words that crossed your mind.

“Try me.”

For such small and seemingly harmless words, they truly acted as the match to the sensitive gas tank that was his self-restraint. He knew that it was incredibly unwise to jeopardize his position by involving himself with you, but he could no longer control himself. From your parted lips to your doe-like eyes, he found himself unable to resist you. The privacy of the four walls in the office intoxicated him in a way alcohol would. The mere fact that he could make a complete mess out of you with no one knowing filled his head, but what prevented him from doing so was the fear of getting caught.

Fuck, you two couldn’t get caught.

For the love of God, you were in his commander’s office. To add even more danger to the situation, you were the niece of that very commander. Not only would he be severely punished if he was caught with someone there, but if he was caught with you there, Viper would just fuck him up. None of that mattered to him in the moment, though. The way you were slightly backed up to where you were standing in front of the desk was enough for him to disregard his thoughts. Gazing at the needy little look in your eyes, he decided to use the risks to his advantage.

Still standing right in front of you, he took his time in dipping his head down, your hands practically shaking as you felt his lips not even a few centimeters away from yours. You could feel his minty breath hit your lips as he parted his own, causing you to grip the edges of the desk behind you.

“How would your uncle feel if he knew this is what you did at his job, hm?” He whispered to you, his lips slightly brushing against yours as he spoke. He was that close to you.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit ashamed, even though that was not his goal at all. If you weren’t as aroused as you were, you probably would have stopped whatever was transpiring between the pair of you.

“How would he feel if he knew that while he was out serving his country, you were in his office, practically begging to be fucked by one of his colleagues?” His whisper hit your lips once more, your eyebrows furrowing in desperation as your mouth slightly fell open. You wanted him, you craved him. You needed him.

The look on your face caused his large hands to find shelter on your hips, his grip making it seem as though he was holding onto you for dear life. He effortlessly lifted you off of your feet and almost roughly set you down on the desk, wasting no time in spreading your legs for him to step in between.

You didn’t even slightly resist. You were his for the taking.

“How would he feel,” he trailed, his rough fingertips running along your bare thighs before he lifted one of his hands, gently yet firmly gripping your neck with it. “If he knew that you were on his desk, begging to be fucked like the dirty little slut you are?”

You had never been spoken to that way, both sexually and non-sexually. Your heart was racing as the words traveled from your ears to your stomach, warming your body up entirely. You couldn’t even speak. All you could do was gently grip the fabric of his flight suit, which wasn’t aiding your desire for him in the slightest bit.

“He could walk in here at any time, but you don’t care.” Iceman coldly chuckled at your needy little expression, his lips still hardly away from yours. Teasing you even further, his head tilted to the opposite side that yours was tilted to, the tip of his tongue lightly running across your parted lips. You finally let a small whine out, having had quite enough of his teasing. You swatted at his chest and properly crashed your lips onto his, silently thanking every higher power for the fact that he returned your kiss.

The kiss was foul. Both of you were desperately trying to taste one another, the sounds coming from you two being enough to kill a nun. In the process of it all, he had pulled your hips closer to his, your sundress riding up as he did so. The thin fabric of your panties and his entire flight suit separated you from his bulge, but you could still definitely feel it. Before you could even begin grinding your hips the way you wanted to, he detached his lips from yours and chuckled softly, glancing down at the beautiful sight underneath him.

“All you want is for me to fuck you stupid and leave you a pathetic, needy little mess. Used like the fucking toy you are.” He seethed through his teeth in a way that sent you in a whirlwind, causing your back to arch for the man.

With the sound of rising chatter in the hallways outside of the office, both of you were brought out of your lust-driven haze, resulting in the most sexual tension you had ever been in. He let a chuckle escape his lips at the sight of you as he took a deep breath, stepping back a few times.

“I told you that you couldn’t handle it.” He teased you in a tone that made you roll your eyes, standing up from your position on the desk. You fixed your sundress and hid the way that you were smiling from him, your head turned away from him.

“Listen, a few of the guys and I are going to play volleyball after training.” He informed you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite recognize. For a second, it almost sounded like Iceman, the Iceman, was a bit nervous. “Maybe you can come with us. Hold my shirt for me, throw rocks at Maverick and Goose. You know.”

Your lips curled into the biggest smile he had ever seen, your gaze on him telling him just how long you had been waiting for him to ask you out, even if it was to do something as small as watching him play volleyball.

“Maybe, we’ll see. I’ll throw rocks at whoever’s losing.” You teased him gently, earning an amused chuckle as he opened the door. “I’ve heard that there’s just something about that Maverick. I think he has a real shot at winning.”

The dull and playful glare made your incessant teasing worthwhile, but what he said before he left was what made you giggle and squeeze your eyes shut once you were alone.

“Try telling me that again after I make a pretty, whimpering mess out of you.”

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Druski had been trying to get you to do a skit with him forever, partially because you were the It girl that everyone was obsessed with and maybe partially because Jack Harlow had an insane crush on you that he had yet to make any move on and to be honest Druski was sick and tired of hearing him moan and groan about how “Y/N doesn’t even follow me man, I followed her and nothing… Why the fuck does she even follow you?” 

He was just about done with Jack, so he wanted to do something about it.

“No Druski, I’m not doing a skit…” You shook your head as you answered his phone call.

“Nah, nah, nah! It’s chill, not a skit well maybe kinda… It’s more like a cooking show but different.”

You couldn’t lie, you were interested. 

So that’s how you ended up at Druski’s house in Atlanta getting ready to cook a whole meal with his two friends Urban and Jack. 

You had walked in a little late, saying sorry as you rushed through the door. 

“Man, I told y’all she was gonna come!” Druski loudly yelled as a camera came up to you, “Look it’s Y/N and it’s not no clickbait… Say hi girl, make sure they know you ain’t no AI.”

You laughed while waving at the camera, “Hiiiiii.”

“Anyways now that we got everyone here, let me introduce y’all to the Chefs that are gonna be feeding me and the homies.” Druski moved the camera back to him, “We’re gonna really test these motherf*ckers and see how they can work together.” 

You looked over at the other people, Urban and Jack. You knew Urban, you had met him once at a party that someone had thrown and Jack well you knew of him… but you didn’t occasionally listen to his music.

“It’s nice to see you again,” You hugged Urban first, “And nice to meet you I’m Y/N.” You smiled at Jack shaking his hand which made him give you a confused look but nonetheless he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jack.” He responded, “I just want to let you know that I’m not the best cook.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s all good I can pull us through this as long as yall just follow my lead.” 

Druski immediately cut in, “I don’t know about all that because here are the rules. Basically one of yall can’t hear nothing, the next one can't see, and the last one can’t do either. So you all have to rely on each other to not f*ck it up. Especially my kitchen.”

Your eyes widen, “What the hell Druski you didn’t mention any of this?” There was no way you were about to trust two guys you didn’t even know with open fire and knives around you like that.

Jack however did not care, he was hoping to impress you and earn your trust. God, he hardly knew you and yet here he was actively trying to get into a situation where his hand could potentially be cut or burnt off just for you.

Urban was just down with it all, he had seen the trend on Tiktok a couple days earlier and thought it looked fun. 

“I swear we’re not gonna let anything happen to you.” Jack smiled at you, which made you feel a little better.

“I don’t know I’m actually kinda clumsy with my hands so don’t put too much pressure on me.” Urban put his hands up in defense making you laugh.

You sighed, giving the three of them a look before shrugging. “Fuck it.”

“Alright, alright!” Druski nodded, “And before we start Coulda Been Records is not at fault for anyone's clumsy ass and we made all three of em’ sign an NDA.”

Druski had the three of you pick a paper out of hat with what position you were gonna be. 

You were going to be completely deaf with the headphones on blast, Jack couldn’t see anything with his blindfold, and Urban was going to be completely useless because he was both. 

“We’re making pasta!” You just knew you were screaming and it made you laugh, “I’m gonna carry us!”

“Damn shawty is yelling.” Jack laughed, but you couldn’t even hear him. “She fine though so she gets a pass, matter of fact it’s turning me on.”

“What did you say?”  You yelled at Jack.

Jack shrugged, putting up his hands. “Just lead the way!” 

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I wanna try something different this time around.

I’ve started to grow an interest to Eyeless Jack, I mean I haven’t read the story but the character has intrigued me.

What’s some fluffy headcanons you can think of for him with a partner in general?

General hcs for Eyeless Jack x Reader !

ehehehehe welcome to the ej fan club!! evil laughs >:) gotta admit my take on ej is only loosely based around the original story (guy waking up to find one of his kidneys missing is the TLDR version) but a lot of my hcs are based around a fic (?) reimagine (?) of ej that i remember seeing floating around yeeeeears ago back in middle school and im unsure how many people follow the "jack used to be a human but got dragged into a cult/human sacrifice unwillingly" idea since i admittedly dont interact much with the fandom outside of writing these lil hcs and making fanart TToTT

after everything that happened to him jack ran off to the woods to be away from prying human eyes, and as far as he knew he was viewed as (albeit unwilling and you could argue it was in self defense) murderer.... kind of puts a stop into your plans of finishing school and going into your dream career.. oh and also the teeny tiny detail that you now rely on human flesh as sustenance with no hope for being able to physically accept alternatives and as more time goes on you start to resemble something.. not human... theres that, too

if you want to see him during the day you're likely going to have to visit him in the woods, but fear not hes not homeless, hes found refuge in an old cabin; slowly hes been patching it up

dont expect him to make you do any work on the cabin, he views it solely as his responsibility and he'll likely deny any actual work helping rebuild it... though i dont think he would be against any tools and decoration (ex. stuff for a generator so he can have power, means to wash his clothes, basic supplies that arent food ectect)

i think overtime he would even get a little mini fridge for you so you can store snacks and drinks at his place, since he doesnt. have food

sometimes visits you at your place, but he only does this during the night so he doesnt get caught wandering the streets by other people... usually enters through the backdoor, to avoid anyone seeming coming from the front

very quiet and reserved, not very high energy... so most nights hanging out with him are calm... usually him asking you how you've been doing... you /could/ ask him the same, but he can only talk about patrolling his area in the woods for hikers straying too close so many times, and he doesnt want to bore you

thats actually another thing, he has traps set up around; mix of a means for hunting without having to go out and pick someone, and to make sure no one gets too close to the cabin

so i think, in the beginning he would ban you from coming to him without him guiding you, at least not until youve had ample time to get used to the traps and how to look for them and remember the general locations of them

teaches you how to forage, him being alone for so long has forced him to pick up new hobbies to keep him from going insane, so you now know how to do that sort of thing as well as identifying plants and fungi... fun!

on the very rare occasion you can convince jack to walk around town with you at night when everyone else is asleep.... its nice, i think.. kind of gives him a chance to just sink back into what his old life used to be and feel like hes normal again; though he tends to be quieter than usual on these walks

i dont think hes particularly possessive, dont get me wrong he cares about you and he does have the passing thought of you just up and leaving him one day (and he doesnt blame you, he holds a lot of self loathing for himself nowadays) but hes not going to be breathing down your neck and watching your every movement... he has enough trust in you not to get hurt or stuck in any situation

blunt, he doesnt beat around the bush and sometimes he doesnt sugarcoat things when the blow needs to be softened... mix of jack just being a little insensitive to others but also because hes gotten so used to thinking so logically and straight forward and numbing his own emotions over... who knows how long, probably even before he got all messed up..

can be a little sarcastic at times, so he might come off as an asshole every now and then, especially when you mix in the bluntness

i dont think he would actively try to be mean to others though, he'd try to understand and fix something if his habits upset you because he doesnt want to lose you

very cold, physically, so be sure to bring blankets and stuff when you want to cuddle into him

very careful with you, he has claws and teeth... and sometimes shedding blood around him can be really dangerous (he feeds on human material, he tends to push off eating for as long as he can since the fact hes eating people meat messes with him.. argument between survival of himself and survival of others; but due to his curse he can go into 'frenzies' and momentarily lose himself to his hunger. think how in finding nemo the sharks went nuts when dory cut her fin on accident, its like that but he doesnt go nuts all the time) so hes very very gentle even when he has a strong hold on himself

speaking of his forced diet, he doesnt eat often.. only really needing to do so every now and then, but i like to think he would still sit at the table with you to keep you company while you ate dinner

though he wouldnt want you to do the same when he DOES eat, might prefer you not come at all on those days actually

him and reader remind me of the "its rotten work"/"not to me, not if its you" audio

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine

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Black Heart Part 2

Regulus Black AU 

Link to Part 1

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn't easy because of the war and Regulus' denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn't know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Warning: slight smut

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

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After leaving Regulus alone, Sirius went outside where you sat with Tonks. He hoped his luck with you was a lot better than it was with Regulus. You looked up when he stepped out.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Anything exciting happening?”

Both Tonks and yourself shook your head before Tonks burst into a fit of giggles.

“Y/n was telling me about a kid that came into the hospital who had shoved a ton of jelly beans up his nose.”

Sirius smirked as you shook your head.

“That was my existence as a healer today. Some people put other people back together. I get jelly beans out of a kid's nose.”

Sirius chuckled and sat down. He mentally smacked himself in the head for not telling Regulus that as a healer, you could put him back together if he got hurt working for the order.

That would have been a promising lead!

Sirius thought before speaking.

“Someone has to save the children. Say, Y/n, how would you like to go on a date?”

You frowned before partially choking on your lemonade. The last thing that you expected was to receive a date offer from Sirius. You considered your words. As much as you liked Sirius, it was totally in platonic way.

“Umm…with you? Look, Sirius, I…”

Sirius immediately cut you off.

“No! Not with me. I am working on that whole being single thing. I mean with my brother.”

Neither Tonks nor yourself moved for a moment. Regulus? You felt yourself staring at Sirius yet again as if he were insane. Would you date Regulus? Of course! You had a shameless crush on him from the moment that the two of you met. A crush was all that it had remained too. While Regulus was nothing but kind to you, the relationship had never gone beyond the “platonic” phase.

Did he like you? Your heart pounded at the thought alone. If Regulus was interested, you would be more than receptive to it. You didn’t care about the age difference. Clearly, it worked well with Tonks and Remus so why couldn’t it work for Regulus and yourself?

Regulus never seemed interested in that. In fact, you had never so much as seen Regulus go on a date. He went to his job at the Ministry, did jobs for the order, then went back home. Whenever you visited, he was never in the company of anyone other than himself.

“Did he ask you to ask her?”

Tonks asked, totally stunned. Like yourself, Tonks had never seen her cousin in any kind of a romantic relationship. Sirius shook his head.

“No, I am trying to set him up so I don’t spend the rest of forever looking after him.”

Tonks groaned as your hope plummeted miserably.

“Sirius! You idiot! Regulus isn’t going to appreciate you trying to set him up without his knowledge!”

Tonks snapped. Sirius held his hands up defensively.

“He likes Y/n. It may be news to you, Y/n but he likes you a lot. You are the one person that he is remotely pleasant toward. That should say a lot in itself. He’s just shit at sharing his feelings. Sharing them, having them….feelings just aren’t Regulus’ jam.” You sighed.

“Thanks but no thanks. If he isn’t in on the know, I would rather not be involved. Besides, with my schedule as a doctor, why would he even want to bother?”

“Why wouldn’t he? I mean, you're smart, you're pretty, and there is also the fact that, again, he likes you. He stares at you pathetically. It's kind of cute to be honest. I am enjoying seeing my snooty brother finally having human feelings. As I said before, I don’t want to spend the rest of forever watching my brother be single.”

You chuckled and stood up to ruffle Sirius’ hair.

“You can have him talk to me like a big boy if he is interested. Thanks for your concern though. I really don’t want to watch him hex you to kingdom come for interfering in his life. Well, I’ll see you lot later. I have a procedure to get to. Are we still going to that new bar later?”

Tonks nodded, eagerly.

“See you at 8!”

You nodded and left your friends to it. As you walked away, you could hear Tonks giving Sirius hell over his pathetic attempt at fixing Regulus and yourself up.

I would have better luck with a rock than to ever get Regulus to like me that way.

You thought before apparating away.

For the following few hours, you tried to keep your mind off Regulus. Anytime that your mind wasn’t fully focused on your work, you were drifting back to thoughts of Regulus. You couldn’t help but wonder if Sirius was right. Did Regulus like you? Did he see you in any other way than friendship? Were you overthinking everything?

Something told you not to get your hopes up. You had never had much luck with relationships, so why would you suddenly start now? It didn’t matter how attractive that you found Regulus or that you could stare into his grey eyes forever. If he wasn’t receptive to the feelings then nothing would go anywhere.

It would be nice to have someone to come home to. Being lonely really does get old.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Never in your life had you ever really felt “wanted” by a member of the opposite sex. It all started with your father abandoning you at 2. After that, you felt pretty much unlovable. Being left with your crazy Aunt Ida and her house full of cats didn’t seem like a great thing to do with your child. If one loved their kid, they wouldn’t leave them in such deplorable conditions.

Your friendship with Tonks was the first time that you felt as if you had a real friend. When Remus, Sirius, and then Regulus came into the picture, everything felt complete.

What if we actually date and it goes to hell? I could lose one of the best friends that I have ever had?

Your head was quickly becoming a pretzel. The last thing that you wanted was to lose your friendship with Regulus. It would be beyond difficult sitting across from him at an order meeting knowing that you had a failed relationship.

I have to stop.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Looking around the room, you smiled the moment that you spotted Tonks and her bubble gum pink hair. She instantly waved to you from her spot at a quiet table with Remus. You held up a finger before going over to the bar to order a drink.

The moment that you saw Regulus standing there, your heart began to pound.

“It is just Regulus. He may not even know about all of this. He's my friend and he cares about me."

You told yourself before walking over. He turned as you reached the bar and gave you a small smile.

“You’re late.”

You nodded with a sigh as you ordered your drink.

“It's been a very long day. Oh, by the way, your brother is insane.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. This was not any news to him. Internally he was panicking over if Sirius had actually said something to you or not.

“I have dealt with him all of my life. Trust me, I understand. What did he do? Ask you on a date or something?”

When you blushed, that told Regulus what he needed to know. Sirius had caught you. Did he mention Regulus’ shameless crush on you? What exactly had Sirius said? Regulus’ mind began to race as you down the shot that you were holding.

“No. He’s just insane. Add that in with crazy at work and it was recipe for disaster. Why I chose to be a healer is beyond me.”

You downed another shot earning a raised eyebrow from Regulus.

“Was it tequila day at the hospital?”

You chuckled.

“Here’s an example, I had a kid that shoved his nose full of jelly beans. I mean like Christmas dinner full. After that, this man comes in with a cucumber shoved up his ass…his excuse was oh, I fell on it. I don’t think that people understand that we hear that excuse every time someone comes in with that condition.”

You were relieved when Regulus laughed at that.

“People really say that?”

You nodded.

“All the time. I have really had to learn how to control my face.”

You took another shot without hesitation. Regulus mentally counted where you were at.

“So, I have never really seen you drink…do you think that you should slow down?”

“Bad thing is…I don’t feel a damn thing.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“That’s some tolerance.”

You shrugged.

“More like a curse.”

A few drinks later both Regulus and yourself were beginning to feel the drinks catching up. You weren’t even sure what the two of you were giggling about but you loved it. Regulus was laughing about something that you had said and that was enough. You were making him happy and by extension, you were now happy. The events of the day weren’t even on your mind and you told him all about the weird injuries that you had seen so far in your career.

“You know, you are really cute when you giggle.”

Regulus said as you leaned against him to stop yourself from falling in the floor. Regulus quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you.

“Oh, you hush.”

You slurred. Regulus shook his head. Neither of you noticed your friends watching with concerned expressions. Tonks had started to come over but was stopped by Remus who muttered about the two of you being adults.

“I’m dead serious. You’re absolutely gorgeous! You have the prettiest smile in the world.”

“I’m gorgeous? You are the gorgeous one!”

Whether it was the alcohol in his system or something else, Regulus finally felt braver than he had in years. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours. You were totally stunned at first but quickly returned the kiss. Wrapping your hands in the lapels of Regulus’ suit jacket, you returned the kiss eagerly.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Regulus asked when you finally pulled away. Your eyes were closed as your mouth still hovered over his. Was this a bad idea? Yes, but you also didn’t care. Neither Regulus nor yourself were thinking with your upstairs brains. Alcohol, feelings that had been suppressed too long, and sheer desperation was driving everything.

“I do.”

The next thing that you knew, Regulus had you against the door of his bedroom. How he managed to apparate both of you back to his house, you had no idea. You also really didn’t care as he held your arms over your head.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

He murmured against your mouth. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a yes before locking your fingers in his curls. In all of the time that you had known Regulus, you had wanted nothing more than to get your hands in his perfect curls. Now you were getting your prize and nothing was going to stop you!

“Just hurry up.”

You replied before tugging at Regulus’ belt. Regulus wrapped an arm around your waist with one arm while opening the door with the other.

“As you wish.”

Shutting the door with his foot, Regulus moved to stand behind you. Tilting your head to the side, he leaned down to inhale your sweet scent. Was he really doing this? His head was screaming yes and cheering him on. For once, Regulus was getting exactly what he wanted and you wanted him back. YOU WANTED HIM BACK! Those were the four best words that he could come up with at the moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetheart.”

How the two of you managed to undress and get into bed was still a mystery all in itself. You didn’t care that this was a bad decision. Your logical side was off and your impulsive reckless side had kicked in. Any hope of being responsible flew out the window the moment that Regulus wrapped his mouth around your breast.

“Fuck, Reg!”

You groaned as he started sucking harshly. As he sucked your breasts, you felt his hand drifting toward your pussy. You moaned the moment that two fingers worked over your clit.

“I have wanted this for so long, Y/n.”

He groaned as your pussy tightened around the finger that he dipped into you. You wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“I have wanted you too…so bad.”

Regulus smirked against your skin.

“Well, let's make this a little more exciting.”

….

The following six weeks were a repeat of that first night. It wasn’t always sloppy drunken sex. Most of the time sex was done when the two of you were 100% sober and thinking clearly.

As much as you enjoyed the sex, you had begun to find yourself frustrated that Regulus was only keeping the relationship as a friends-with-benefits thing. Anytime that you had mentioned the prospects of a relationship, Regulus always dismissed the thought with the response of either “We can talk about it later” or “Why ruin a good thing with a title?”

Outside of the bedroom, your friendship with Regulus was just as it always had been. This made you question if Regulus actually saw you as worthy of a relationship or if you were just a quick piece of ass for him?

“You seem moody today.”

Tonks comment pulled you from your thoughts. She was well aware of what was going on between Regulus and yourself. Something had told Tonks from the beginning that you weren’t completely thrilled with the whole friends-with-benefits thing.

“Sorry, Tonks. It's been a long week and I’m not feeling great.”

Tonks reached out to check you for a fever. She thought about her next sentence carefully as you picked at your bagel. You hadn’t been eating much as all the past few days. Tonks had noticed this when she made a lovely roast chicken and you nearly bailed out.

“You don’t feel warm. Look, Y/n, I know that you don’t talk about your arraignment with Regulus much but is there the remote possibility that you could be pregnant?”

Tonks watched your face carefully.

“We are usually really careful. I started a new….oh crap.’

Tonks’ face went pale.

“WHAT?”

She nearly shouted, ignoring the looks of the other diners in the coffee shop. You put a hand on your face before blushing.

“That first time. We were sloppy drunk and we didn’t use anything… Oh god. Some healer I am, I didn’t even think of that. Oh Merlin, what if I am? Better yet…what will I tell Regulus?”

Tonks was silent a moment before clasping her hands together.

“You’re going to tell him that his drunk ass knocked your drunk ass up. Let’s go buy a test, just to be safe. Who knows, you may not even be pregnant. You may have caught something from the hospital. All of this worry could be over nothing.”

An hour later, you sat in Remus and Tonks bedroom as she paced the floor. Neither of you had said much of anything since you had taken the test. You had stopped watching Tonks after about minute 2 and let your mind go to Regulus. How would you tell him? How would he react? Would he want anything to do with the kid? Were you ready to be a mother? There were so many what-ifs and how’s that you couldn’t think properly.

“It's time.”

Tonks commented before approaching the table that the test was lying on. You studied your best friend’s face carefully. The moment that her eyes widened, you knew exactly what the test was…positive.

“It's positive.”

Tonks said in a disbelieving tone as you jumped up and walked over. You took the test from Tonks and started at the word “positive.”

“Positive…”

You murmured. Tonks stood quietly. She didn’t know what to say. This definitely wasn’t an ideal situation. She wasn’t sure how Regulus would take this news. Tonks knew that her cousin never had an interest in children. In fact, when she was pregnant with Teddy, Regulus told her to never consider asking him to babysit. If she did, he would make sure to send Teddy home hyped up on sugar and out for blood.

“Well, how do you feel?”

Tonks asked, nervously. She watched as you walked to the bed and sat down with a frown.

“I don’t know. I’m scared but I’m relieved at the same time. Not relieved that I’m pregnant but relieved to know the truth. I don’t know how Regulus will take it. He’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to ruin that but he’s got to know. I don’t see him taking it well. I’m hoping after the shock wears off, he will be receptive to what we’ve done. Ugh, I better go tell him and get it over with.”

As you stood up, Tonks raced over and pulled you into a hug.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have Remus and me. We are in your corner…no matter what.”

You closed your eyes hugging your friend. At least “someone” was in your corner.

A few moments later,

You stood outside Regulus’ office door taking a few deep breaths. After a small pep talk and a few deep breathing exercises, you knocked.

“Come in.”

Regulus called from the other side.

Here. We. Go.

You said before stepping in. Regulus looked up and instantly smiled when he saw you. You had been on his mind all day. Regulus slightly snorted at the thought. There was no “all day” to it. You had been staying on his mind since the first hook-up. Regulus hated admitting it but Sirius was right. He did have it bad for you.

Admitting it was the only problem. Regulus had been trying to tell himself for weeks that he wanted you in every way possible. He didn’t want to be only a friend with benefits. For some reason, getting those words out was hard.

“Hello, beautiful. What are you doing here?”

Regulus felt his ego boosting the moment that you blushed. Every time that he made your perfect cheeks go scarlet, it was a bigger confidence booster.

“Hey, I needed to talk to you about something.”

You watched as the pleased expression on Regulus’ face vanished and was replaced with the stoic mask that he wore so well.

“What about?”

Regulus questioned, carefully. You took a few deep breaths, trying to control your now-pounding heart.

“Regulus, I…uh…I….”

Regulus blinked.

“You?”

Why did he have a feeling that he was about to be dumped? Any relationship that he ever had, ended this way. You bit the side of your cheek before deciding to rip the proverbial band aid off.

“Regulus, I’m pregnant.”

You nearly fainted when you got the words out. Regulus stared at you going totally pale. He sat in silence for a moment before being able to speak. When he did speak, his voice was strained.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded,

“Yeah, I took a test. I know that we’ve been careful but there was that one night when we were drunk…”

“Are you sure it's by me?”

Regulus questioned. He immediately regretted his question when you stepped backward looking completely floored.

“Yes, by you! You’re the only man that I am sleeping with! You know that!”

Regulus frowned.

“No, I really don’t. There could be someone else.”

“I don’t believe this. I have told you from the beginning that you are the only person that I am seeing. I would think that you would give me a little more credit than that. I have been begging you to make our relationship exclusive. I wouldn’t be asking to be exclusive if I was seeing other people.”

You watched as Regulus sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, I never planned on having kids.”

Regulus was about to add that he didn't know anything about them when you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I can handle this by myself. I don’t need you.”

You turned and walked from the room leaving Regulus in a near panic attack.

Half an hour later,

Sirius stood in the kitchen making coffee when Regulus came nearly sliding into the door. He raised an eyebrow, noticing how disheveled his younger brother looked.

“Reg…”

“I don’t have time! Has Y/n come here?”

Sirius shook his head as Regulus groaned putting a hand over his face and muttering to himself about something.

“I take it there is trouble in paradise? What did you do?”

Regulus looked up with a frown.

“I’m an idiot…a bloody fucking clueless mother fucking idiot!”

Sirius moved to sit down. He hadn’t seen Regulus this worked up in a long time. Whatever was happening was clearly making the control freak lose control.

“Uh huh…why are you an idiot?”

Regulus rubbed a hand over his face before turning to his very confused brother. He hated admitting it but Sirius was right. Regulus should have spoken to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. He should have told you that he really adored you and you could be exactly what he was looking for…but no….he had to be a big old IDIOT!

“I fucked up, Sirius. I fucked up badly! Y/n is pregnant.”

Sirius looked like Regulus had hit him with a brick and was making him apologize.

“She’s…WHAT?! You got her pregnant?! Regulus, you’re supposed to be the careful one! Wait, why are you looking for her?”

Regulus sat down and slammed his head into his arms on the table.

“I blew it. She told me and I asked if she was sure it was mine then, in all of my infinite wisdom, said that I never planned on having kids. She didn’t take it well, obviously and said that she didn’t need me. I didn’t even try to stop her. God damn, it Sirius, I adore her and treated her like that. What the fuck is wrong with me? I acted like she was ending my damned life.”

Sirius sat in stunned silence for a moment before being able to speak.

“No, you aren’t an idiot. Reg, you don’t like to do anything if you don’t have it planned and written down on a pad of parchment. I agree the way that you handled it probably wasn’t one of you crowning moments but this is Y/n that we are talking about. She adores you. Give me just a second.”

Regulus watched as Sirius took out his phone and quickly sent someone a text. When Sirius’ phone dinged, Regulus nearly yelled.

“She’s at the hospital. Come on. We are going to talk to her.”

“We?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius nodded.

“I am taking you to her and you are going to talk to her before you lose her for good.”

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[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hi! Grace asker again.

I wasn’t intending to call you a misogynist by any means, I had simply seen a lot of differing opinions of Grace based on her insanity and just wanted to know if it was a female thing or if she was genuinely irredeemable. I’ve been in a few fandoms before where it was mostly just a female thing, and it gets very exhausting very quickly. But, if your dislike of Grace is because of her insane, cult-building, murderous tendencies, I get it. A lot of people just don’t like to see that in their fandoms.

However, does that same logic apply to how you view Max? He was also—in my eyes—an irredeemable monster, and it seems like the general consensus in NPMD is that life in Hatchetfield was undeniably better without him there. And he also was shown to be a huge bully and bigot in canon, so what makes it more acceptable to make him gay, yet not offer that same development to Grace?

Once again, maybe I’ll change my mind once I finish watching all of the content with her, but for now I’m just gauging where the line is here.

Okay, sorry. It's just a thing I've already heard and refuted before so I was a little defensive.

With Max, he isn't actually ever shown Ever doing or saying anything specifically about minorities, which is my main problem. Like, he's just generally a jerk, not specifically against queer people like Grace is.

I might be super wrong here, but I'm also pretty sure he's supposed to be bi in cannon. I don't know if that was Will Branner who said that or one of the Lang's, so take that with a pinch of salt.

He's definitely got way more of "I am being defensive because I am abused and I cannot be seen for how much I'm hurting," thing going on. If you haven't watched thw show, I totally get how you couldn't gather that. In one of my linked posts, I went a bit more in depth about it.

I've always tried to give any aggressor... well, not the benefit of the doubt, but I've always put thought into why someone might be doing something.

A great example from my own life was for a period of time, someone who'd bully me for years would call me by my chosen name, Conner. And then one day, when I posted something about how I'm not a girl, I'm nonbinary, he suddenly was really brash about it and began deadnaming me again. And instead of being offended, all I could think is "what on earth happened at home." Which is what shifted my view of it in the first place.

Just like how I don't like Grace, I can fully understand anyone who doesn't like Max, and i won't jump to his defense, I'll only jump to my own defense if I am specifically being attacked for how I perceive him, and even then it's just like "Oh, well, I see him like this."

Sorry for being agressive in the first response. It's not the first time I've heard shit like that, and it will not the last either.

I am interested in what you think after you watch the show, which I think you haven't based on how you're wording things, but I'm also at work, so I'm only skimming and I might be wrong. Either way, interested

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #max jagerman #grace chasity

[nooks-cranny-mogai]

I think the thing that pisses me off most about proshippers is that they aren't critical of anything for fear of being seen as mean and they won't condemn things beyond a disclaimer, especially if it's one of their own making something incredibly offensive. They also have booktok fanfic brain and over glorify fanfiction.

They are rarely actual critical consumers and whenever you point out how it's problematic to display an abusive relationship as positive, they don't go to the same opinion as abuse victims and therapists and anyone with common sense, they go to this mystical magical place where they act like writers are ~nebulous unreachable and silent gods who we'll never know the true intentions of~ as if these writers are untouchable therefore we must assume they know that was a poor representation and were doing it on purpose to challenge society.

Except here's the thing...

The social idea that abuse is bad doesn't need to be challenged, you sound like a qanoner or a certain brand of male comedian. Abuse is bad. You don't need to challenge that. You don't need to play devil's advocate. There are people actually harmed by this, people who were victims of abuse but didn't see it as abuse because they were surrounded by media that told them that's not abuse. I can personally attest to that. 50s housewives can attest to that.

Its this weird stand your ground space. Where any challenge makes you a bully. They want to push social boundaries and explore dark topics but they won't do so responsibly. They do so recklessly, with no research, and with the mindless thought string of fandom interpretation. Which isn't always correct. Its why you still have people today defending endeavor. This man beat his wife, killed one of his children, abused the other two and parentified his only daughter then sent his abused wife into a psychiatric facility because she had an episode of insanity that hurt her child in a way endeavor was doing the whole fucking time. And people still defend him. Or say horikoshi is "exploring dark topics and beaten wife syndrome" he isn't, your giving him too much praise. He wants to give endeavor a redemption arc, grow up.

This isn't dark fiction. This isn't "exploring the darker parts of society" when your fanfic reads as a positive take on abuse and abusive behaviors. Incest never works out because it has power Imbalances, it is dangerous and usually the result of abuse and neglect. Abusive relationships, by virtue of being abusive, are not nor ever sexy and if you find it sexy, you either do not understand the seriousness of abuse and need to educate yourself or you have a serious problem and need to seek help. Pedophilia is abusive and unequal and takes advantage of a child for sexual gain.

Things that deeply hurt people are not sexy and the moment you find yourself garnering interest in them, you need to seek help. Because soon your defensiveness will kick in and you will be defending it to defend yourself and you are an ally to abusers, never victims. Writing these things is not a copeing strategy, posting them is propaganda.

For the love of fuck, writing a tiny disclaimer after you write the incest show is not good enough. Its not good enough for the victims and you are not a fucking artiste who is showing the world a darker topic, your a fucking AO3 author and you write smut for your favorite pair of siblings. Many people have done what you're doing before and many more will and you're not special or engaging. You're sad. You're probably a victim of abuse and writing your abuse story as romantic over and over and over again will only result in pain for yourself and everyone around you.

Venting is fine but don't post that shit. Don't make them kiss and ride off into the sunset because that's not the way abuse works. These things have killed people and you are burning everyone around with the fire you're playing with. Learn how to handle the torch or don't be surprised when people blast your ass with water to stop you from spreading harmful ideas.

If you can see why nazi propaganda is bad and should be silenced, you can see why things that spread harmful ideas about abuse, incest, pedophilia and other problematic topics must be silenced. The only people who like your "art" are fellow abusers, pedophiles and comphiles and you don't want those people in your spaces. I promise you, you don't want those to be the company your seen with.

#fuck proshitters #fuck proshippers #anti proshippers only #anti proship #anti proshitter #proship dni #clover speaks #clover hates #clover rants

[catboybiologist]

hi, i have one like, question for you regarding transgender healthcare. beacause. like there are people to whom dysphoria brings immense distress/unhappiness, and any healthcare system should absolutely take care of that, for free.

but theres also people who dont feel that strongly about gender and or dont experience dyphoria, but still prefer getting/removing their tits/penis/vagina. and thats also okay, like, infromed consent and all. but im not sure where the line should be on what we (as in, taxpayer) actually pay for. like, idk, i dont have a strongly formed oppinion on this. so id like to hear yours

I know you're not from the US, but unfortunately my perspective on this will have to be amerocentric because that's my experience- so I'll talk about that perspective first, and then try to generalize it.

The American healthcare system is so wasteful in how it bars people from procedures its insane. More money is spent figuring out how to reject people from receiving monetary payments for healthcare than would be spent if you just approved the overwhelming majority of them. And this isn't even considering other ludicrously wasteful forms of spending the US government does, like the insane portion of our defense budget that just disappears into thin air every year.

So how much additional burden should the taxpayer pay? Ideally, none, because any significant reform of the healthcare system would make all of these questions moot.

But, not every country is in this situation. And there is still a question embedded in here- what is the line of providing medical care from the government/taxpayer? I don't have personal experience with it, but this is exactly what countries with socialized healthcare deal with all the time, well beyond just gender affirming care. I tried to make the parallel with abortion because its a similar category of thing. Let's call it like... "semi-elective" procedures- medical procedures with the potential to significantly improve someone's quality of life, but won't kill or severely incapacitate them if they don't get the procedure, leaving it up to them to decide whether the medical context for the procedure fits for them (I'm NOT trying to lessen how life changing these procedures are, I'm calling them 'semi-elective' as a way of denoting that two people faced with the same situation can make different decisions about it based on their personal considerations). This can apply to a lot of things, some of them almost entirely cosmetic- surgeries to mitigate a mild disability, breast implants for cancer patients after a masectomy, procedures for conditions like cleft lip, facial reconstruction after severe injury, and on and on. To me, gender affirming care falls in this category- its not cancer treatment, but it is life changing in an overwhelmingly positive way.

In my mind, it should be the priority of any government to prioritize and expand the healthcare they're able to provide, including for these semi-elective procedures. Many wealthy, developed nations have the ability to cover most or all of these kinds of procedures, even though they're entirely "elective". But yes, budget and resource concerns are very real in many places, so yes, priorities do have to be made on a national scale. This is a very delicate and interesting question, actually, and there is a lot of room for well-intentioned debate on it.

But I'm not going to answer it.

Because I think you should ask yourself something.

Why is this a question so frequently applied to gender affirming treatments, yet rarely, if ever, applied to any of the other procedures I listed above? I'm not jumping on you, because you asked a genuine question, and I'm glad you asked it. I'm speaking to anyone reading this, not just you, because this exact thing is so frequently brought up when discussing gender affirming care. And that's a double standard through and through- there's no way around that.

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #haruka sakurai #thank you so much! this one was super interesting to write 👀 #the thing is even though they dont have any direct problem between them they would still have a hard time communicating #but once they DO communicate there would so much they could learn from/help each other with!!! #this is leaning into my theory that kotokos murder (like harukas) was a rightful emotion that spiraled out of control #it really puts it into perspective how young kotoko is when you remember shes not too much older than haruka #and theyre both susceptible to strong emotions that stem from feeling weak int he face of the big scary world #but kotokos sees her as some blessing of power to serve her heroic thoughts and haruka sees his as a curse #ty to my pals who helped me find the exact spot in the timeline i was looking for 🙏 #although kotoko doesnt believe she can change that easily she 100% undergoes the exact type of dramatic change as the others #once again referencing the arm wrestling info from yamanaka #between that and the fact that strangulation actually takes a fair amount of power #i just think its very good to remember that haruka is so physically strong #also something something kids looking up and wanting to be like kotoko and her complex emotions on that.... #these two are sooooo interesting AH #drabbles

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Okay but that last ANON 😭😭

3 things!!

first is that would Aegon see the parallels between baelon and the reader and him and alicent’s relationship?

Like to be honest Alicent’s apprehensiveness to Aegon is a MIRROR to the reader and baelon

I feel like because of this Aegon would be the defendant parent to Baelon, he would always defend baelon because he knows what it feels like to have no one defend him

Second is I think the reader is hard on Baelon because he is set to inherit the Iron Throne and he is the first born (even though he’s a twin). And instead of following the adults like Jace had done while being prepared for the crown Baelon has his own direction to go head first (like a true targaryen) and it doesn’t help that i think Alicent consents and plays favorite with Baelon

(he is aemond’s (alicent’s fave), first born that is male, and is legitimate)

Third is If Baelon does mount Caraxes I don’t think the reader or any of them can separate the two, Caraxes has been separated from his riders due to violent deaths and if he gets mounted again the separation anxiety would go absolutely insane. And due to the war I don’t think anyone can afford to go against the dragon, especially one who was practically bred to be ridden by a warrior and war. Plus the fact that it’s BAELON’S mount, reader maybe but i don’t see how aemond or aegon could ever do that.

I also wonder if the reader would be scared to bits since it’s no secret that whenever Daemon was banished he would actually go. away.

I mean they must’ve heard stories about how Viserys even though he was the one to banish daemon he was also the one to BEG daemon to come back. And i think despite the reader’s fears her worst would be that, her baby and first born being alone and refusing to come home to her. It’s one thing to be sent to the North but if Baelon runs away with no one to be a bridge between him and the reader to see his well being it would be war of resentment i think mostly between aemond and reader. The mention of the north already made aemond defensive but imagine actually having your child run away and be what you were afraid of: alone.

That would quake thier marriage.

PS i am so sorry this is long but i can’t wait for a fic of this!! I know you’re gonna kill it like you always do!!!

OMG ANON

First I love that you see Baelon and the Queen's relationship as a mirror of Alicent and Aegon's because I see it too. Honestly whenever I write them or think about Baelon and Reader I always end up thinking about Alcient and Aegon. I anticipate that Reader also has his "you are no son of mine" moment

In fact, the fragment of Reader thinking about Baelon and comparing him to Daemon is taken from a one shot where Reader and Alicent talk about motherhood. Reader opens up to Alicent because she sees herself reflected in her, she trusts her to admit that she loves her child but she doesn't like him because she knows Alicent felt the same way about Aegon.

As for Aegon, he definitely sees the parallels. He always tries to be the intermediary between Reader and Baelon, he tries that the punishments are not so severe.

Aegon always reminds Baelon that he is loved but when he crosses the line he does not hesitate to rebuke him and support you.

Second, I'm interested in talking about the Iron Throne because it's something I didn't get a chance to clarify before. The heir is Daeron because he is the first son of Aegon and Reader, it's something they arranged with the council to avoid problems with people who only supported Aegon's claim. In the line of succession their children will always go first before those of Aemond and Reader. If things weren't like this then Aemon would be the heir because he is the older twin.

I think the Throne issue is also important in Reader and Baelon's relationship. If Baelon no longer listens to authority as a child, who assures Reader that he will respect Daeron as king? Baelon always seems to do what he wants so what if he one day decides to rebel against his brother?

You're right that Alicent coddling Baelon doesn't help much. Besides that she will always remind him that he is more important than Aelor.

Third, totally agree with you I don't think Caraxes would get away from his rider so the reader will have to learn to live with that.

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Good about exile and tension in marriage. It is something that is going to happen.

In order for Cregan Stark to kneel and accept Aegon as king, Reader promises to marry her first daughter to Cregan's firstson. The alliance of the North is something very important, and I also feel that with the passing of time a true friendship arises between the Guardian of the North and The Queen… Then Baelon ruins it. He secretly marries his sister, Alyssa, and Reader is furious. Here happens the moment of "you are no son of mine".

Now Daella, Reader's other daughter, is just a little girl and she has to marry Rickon Stark instantly because the northerners don't want to wait until she come of age for fear that another princess will escape them again.

Anyway Reader is so furious that she wants Baelon and Alyssa to be exiled but Aegon and Aemond refuse. She also wants to remove them from the line of succession.

Did you see that King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne were apart for a while without seeing each other? Well, the same thing happens here. Reader goes to the North with Daella and her younger children while Aegon and Aemond stay in King's Landing with the older ones… It's definitely quite a drama.

Thank you very much for writing me anon, I really enjoyed reading your thoughts. I really hope you write to me again because I would love to read more from you 🥰🥰

I hope you're well 💖💖

#lu speaks #the queen and her husbands #hotd x reader #anon <3 #anon ask #thanks for the ask! #ask me anything #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen ii #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #alicent hightower #oc: baelon targaryen

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dating steve would include... (part two)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader part one

-sneaking him into your house for sleepovers

-him complaining whenever you dedicated time to schoolwork instead of him (even if you allowed him to sit with you while you worked)

-both of you being slightly territorial but completely unwilling to admit it, which was always entertaining for your friends to watch in action

-occasionally giving him a hard time over all the girls he dated before you just to see him get all worked up and defensive

-letting robin take the passenger seat when he drives you both to school, until he randomly starts picking you up first and doubling back by his house for robin afterward ("what? you're too nice to tell robin to get in the back, so i had to take matters into my own hands")

-dustin referring to you and steve as every famous duo under the sun •bonnie and clyde •romeo and juliet •holmes and watson

-understanding all the kids' d&d terminology, which only ever surprises steve ("babe, how do you know this stuff? am i the only normal one here?")

-randomly making a statement supporting queer rights during a conversation with steve and robin which eventually led to her coming out to you

-punching billy in the face in the school parking lot one time because he was being racist giving lucas a hard time, which steve was actually pretty mad at you for (“y/n, he could’ve seriously hurt you! do you not understand that?”)

-taking mid-day naps together after you got out of school/he got out of work

-steve being the best listener when you just needed someone to rant to •mumbling a supportive mhmmm whenever you made a specific point during the rant •you rambling for 5 minutes straight, then sighing and saying, “ya know?”, to which steve nods and says “i hear ya, babe” •when your anger fades a little and you ask him, “am i just being crazy?” his immediate response is something like ‘absolutely not! those dickheads are lucky i don't send el to fling them off a rooftop or something'

-dustin barreling into your room while preemptively covering his eyes and yelling threats every time he realizes steve is over and you have the door closed

-him offering to drive you whenever you mentioned having to go somewhere to him

-constantly having to explain lord of the rings/the hobbit references to him (“babe, please just read the books”)

-when you ask what's gonna happen when you go away for college, he looks genuinely dumbfounded before shrugging and saying, "i thought i'd just go wherever you go"

-a double date with nancy and jonathan that was both horribly awkward and incredibly fun

-spearheading all the kids' crazy plans, which drives steve insane

-steve looking at you and saying, “these are the people that are gonna babysit our kids one day” every time your friends did anything abnormal/ridiculous •while dustin, mike, lucas, and will have a full-blown argument over their d&d campaign •after robin trips and face-plants on the walk from her front door to steve's car •when el is using her powers to adjust the tv antenna so no one has to get up from their seats •after nancy convinced everyone to go back into the upside down/face vecna despite the terrible odds

-your mom adoring him, which kind of annoyed dustin but also made his heart feel whole

-his fingers hooked in your belt loops in a crowd to keep from getting separated

-him playing with your fingers while you talked to dustin about something that didn’t interest him

-listening to him sing in the shower when he didn’t realize how loud he was being

-giving him tons of nicknames but only reusing the ones that made him blush •lover •stevie (which he forbade anyone else from calling him) •batman (originally because of his iconic nail bat, but then a double entendre of sorts after his encounter with vecna's bats)

-him knowing your favorite song off the top of his head even before vecna came around

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #henderson!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Gentle’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a very very very long ass fic as my Christmas present to you all, i got very carried away. a very enemies to lovers, angsty, smutty, jealous Stephen fic for u cause i too am a slut for it. ENJOY U WHORES x

The tension was white hot with hatred, it was as if you were both being treated like naughty children that didn't know how to get along. What made it all the more hilarious was the fact that it was true. You hated Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange hated you. It was an undeniable fact, your hatred for him went far and wide into the endless horizon, deeper than the pit of a black hole, the feeling of deplorablity so strong whenever he opened his mouth it was about to consume you whole.

Stephen's feelings towards you was just as negative. Although he found it slightly cute the way you would get into a hissy fit just because of him, the thing is he had no problem admitting that you were hot, just extremely annoying and way too assertive. Finding a need to point out every single problem without putting in the effort to fix it, you were a control freak; it was enough to fuck with anyone's head, let alone one of the most powerful magic weilders of all time.

Tony had to put an end to this when a brawl broke out between you two. You punched him in the face and left him with a bloody nose.

Tony had to do something about it: designated sessions for you both in an attempt to diagnose the problem between that made you feel this way. Though it wasn't be being supervised another fight could break out but no one was willing to listen to you both bitch and moan for an hour every week.

It was like couples therapy without the couple or the therapist. Lucky you, this will surely solve all of these engorged problems!

You were both metaphorically being grabbed by the ear and sat down in by Tony, leaving you alone in locked room with Stephen Strange. The man who has cockiness in his blood and is ego incarnate, the man who was blinded by his own self interest. It was taking you all of your night not to give him another bloody nose/

‘’You guys are going to be locked in this room for an hour every week, okay? Sort your shit out or so help me God I'll kick you both out.’’ Tony yelled, you hadn't seen him this fed up in a while. Slamming the door shut, you were left alone with him

Stephen was sat infront of you, bloody and bruised with an unwelcoming scowl indented on his face. The table was the only thing between you. Therapy sessions were not going to fix any of this. It was all far too shattered to even be considered.

Bitter silence encompassed the room but you didn't want to break it first, he didn't deserve your words.

‘’Okay, I'll go first since you've seemingly forgot how to talk, which I thought was entirely impossible. You're fucking insane.’’ Stephen smiled at you sarcastically, voiced laced in venom as his eyes bore into yours.

‘’Maybe you're just unbareable and I wanted to put myself out of my own misery.’’ You crossed your arms in defense.

‘’Okay, okay listen...Do you seriously want to get kicked off the team? Or are we still going to keep doing this? It's all in your hands at this point because I'm done with all of it, I don't care if it's real or not. I don't want to be sitting here and doing this right now.’’ Stephen was actually being sincere for once, finally letting his anger get the best of him. He was so frustrated with all of it. Tired of this little dance he has to endure with you.

You let the words hang in the air for a while, stunned with how he's reacting to all of it; most of the time he's a sarcastic smart ass, this was the most emotional you've ever seen him.

‘’Okay fine. Let's do this your way. Let's get all of these feelings off our chests, okay? I'll go first this time.’’ You leaned forward on the table, defensive and snarky as always but willing to actually get to the root of your hatred for him.

‘’You're an asshole.’’ You stated simply.

‘’Boo fucking hoo. Everyone experiences that from me, you're not special.’’

‘’Nobody should have to experience it at all, Stephen!’’ You yelled exasperated.

‘’You know what I think? You have an injustice complex. Everyone needs to be treated fairly and all that shit. Sweetheart, the world doesn't work that way and you know it so I don't know why you're trying to reinforce it.’’ He snarled, looking you right in the eye to see if his words cut enough to make you flinch.

‘’Call me sweetheart again and I'll burn you in your bed.’’

‘’Sweetheart, you'll never get anywhere near my bed.’’

Your fists clenched, taking all of your might not to punch him in the teeth.

———

Another week passed and you weren't getting anywhere near to resolving this prolonged feud. You were both dragged to the locked box again. Natasha literally had to find you thanks to you hiding away as a means to not go.

Stephen was actually willing to end this cruelty by trying to get you to open up to get this over with quicker so it'll be easy to convice the rest that you can get along.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the paint becoming thicker and thicker with every second you were both breathing the same air. Hogging the oxygen in the process with the snarky, sarcastic sighs and the groans into palms.

Winced faces met once more in another hour of unrelenting torture: being alone together.

‘’Let's try this again shall we?’’ You smiled fakely.

‘’I think you're scared.’’

‘’Who the fuck do you think you are trying to psychoanalyse me?’’

‘’I'm a fucking doctor, of course I'm going to psychoanalyse you. You don't strike me as stupid, so stop trying your best to fall into that category.’’ He retaliated.

‘’Go ahead then, doctor. Floor me.’’ You squinted your eyes at him, hoping to throw him off.

‘’ You're scared of not having control.’’

‘’I'm not.’’ You were certain that he was pulling this out of his ass...well, you tried your best to convince yourself he was on the outside. But to your dismay and frustration, he was right. It was your biggest insecurity and you hated that he could see right through it. You just wished that you were laid back and could go with the flow like other people, but it felt like a mystery to you in terms of achieving it.

‘’Yes you are.’’ Stephen was sure of it, anyone with a brainstem could see it.

‘’What's it to you?’’

‘’It makes you difficult to work with to say the least. I mean I'm not the poster boy or advocate for being a team player but it's like you're scared of working with anyone else, even a person with the same skill set as you.’’

Your glare softened a little at his deduction.

‘’Condescending.’’ You muttered.

‘’Just smart.’’ He said deadpan.

‘’See that's another issue I have with you. You think you know everything. How am I supposed to work with someone who doesn't value my opinion or my ideas or my plans? You can't reprimand me for being scared to work with other people when you phsyically can't.’m

‘’But we have to learn to deal with it. I have. Now it's your turn.’’ Stephen was stern but you knew he wasn't wrong, it made you uncross your arms and breathe out slowly. Your gaze was still hard, eyebrows creased to form that angry little 'v' between your brows.

You used the fleeting time to look at him in this manufacture, squinting your eyes slightly Stephen looked stoic as always but you could tell he was wilting a little on the inside, exhausted with the way that it turned out this way. His hair was a mess probably due to his incessant need to run his fingers through it. In this light his blue eyes seemed even more cereulean, the blue turning into azure and then shifting to emerald green. It was as if autumn and summer was swirling in his eyes. It was a myraid of different shades, a smattering of colours you wouldn't be able to see if you didn't get this close to him; no one ever really got close to him. They were almost ...hypnotic. Almost like you could get lost in them.

You shook yourself out of your daze. Stephen noticed the way your body was less tense, as if you were finally opening yourself up and actually allowing him to see through the snarky remarks and eye rolls. In the dim light of the room, you really were beautiful when your face wasn't full of distain. He cocked his head slighty at the change of atmopshere between you both, for once you weren't letting yourself fight against it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was just...silence.

‘’You going to the party tomorrow?’’ You blurted cracking through the silence, unsure as to why you were even asking him but your tongue was quicker than your brain.

‘’Have to. Are you?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You said softly. He hasn't heard your voice be as soft as that, light and whistful- as if you were contemplating something. Something he couldn't trace his finger on.

——-

Stephen groaned going into the humdrum of people he was indefinitely smarter than, but he just had to grin and bear it. He was sure it was a test to see if you and him had actually made some progress with the self inflicted 'sessions.' It was crowded, lights softly blaring into the massive space the compound provided but his eyes immediately caught attention to you.

Like a beacon. A moth to a flame. He didn't like how immediate it was, the reaction he was having wasn't something familiar. He normally associated you with hatred and sometimes beauty but here...you looked incredible....

But you weren't alone.

Stephen squinted his eyes intently as he found you being chat up by Steve Rogers of all people. Captain fucking America. You were at the bar with him, laughing non chalantly at something he said, baring a million dollar smile in the process. He hasn't seen you this relaxed...ever. Steve was close to you, close in a way that irked him. Stephen attempted to immerse himself in conversations but his gaze always harboured to you and Steve. He frowned slightly when he put a hand around your waist and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek before ultimately leaving you at the bar to entertain everyone else.

Stephen stared at you, your dress was short, hair still retaining its wild nature even though it was obvious you tried to do it up, makeup done naturally, legs on display with impossibly high heels. He didn't like the way he was eyeing you up like a mannequin, he thought he was done for when you caught his gawk.

Stephen staring at you was extremely unnatural, something fairly out of character. You knew Tony was watching you like a hawk so you made this most of this opportunity to convince him that you didn't need any more of these sessions, that you guys were neutral.

Stephen's heart was experiencing tiny palpatations when you swayed over to him and grabbing him by the arm and taking him back to the bar. Your heels were clacking with every step you took. He struggled against you, quietly whispering obscenties at you.

‘’Calm. Down.’’ You snarled as you held onto your drink.

‘’I am calm.’’ He grunted unkindly as he stared into your eyes. Stephen wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at the fact that Steve was touching you or the fact that you were dragging him along like a child.

‘’Tony is watching, so if you want this shit to end then...Get. Along. Okay?’’You gritted between clenched teeth, your smile transparent. Your body was hot with hate and...frustration, but not the normal type of frustration.

You took a quick glance at Stephen. You knew he was looking at you for as long as he's even been here, you weren't sure if it was out of bitter distaste or an even harsher hatred than before. Stephen in a suit was something that you don't see every day, but if he wore it everyday it might be a different story between the both of you. It was haywiring your mind, the way he looked both rugged and classy at the same time was really appealing to you. You tried to shake the thought out of your head, but that little seed was planted in your mind and you were unsure it it was going to go away anytime soon.

‘’Order a drink.’’ You demanded impatiently.

‘’Tell me what to do again and you're dead.’’ Stephen threatened and it was all too serious but for some strange reason the tone in which he said it was slightly attractive. It made a unnerving shiver course down your spine.

You death stared him and it now just made you realise how close you were to him. His glare met yours and you weren't sure what was coursing through the atmosphere, the hate was palpable but there was something else... something you were too scared to identify. You knew the fact that you and Stephen weren't beating each other up was a positive sign that these little sessions were working, Tony would be happy about it. Pelting each other with threats and insults was a healthier alternative.

Stephen ordered his drink and began reluctantly sipping. You clinked your glass against his and raised an eyebrow, his company wasn't too unpleasant and although it was under duress it wasn't the worst.

You still hated him though. He still hated you. So what was going on here? Before Stephen could even think it, you were being dragged away from him.

‘’I hope this was enough to convince Tony. Steve wants me with him right now for some reason.’’ You took the last swig of your drink before ultimately letting out a low chuckle. ‘’One more second with you and I swear I would have killed myself.’’ You blinked up at him, a small smile playing at your lips.

You really couldn't deny that he was attractive, it was objective. It wasn't your own personal opinion. It was just a fact.

Stephen didn't like you being near Steve and now you were going back to him.

He probably thinks he has a chance to fuck you.

Why was he even thinking of such a thing? It was none of his business. Hell, he didn't even like you as a person.

——

You were both in the room again.

It felt different.

Neither of you were talking. Both of your minds were heavy.

The silence was dense and thick, you were both mirroring each others actions the way your arms were crossed.

‘’Enjoy the party?’’ You tried your hand at small talk, his face was stern and gruff as usual but something felt off...and you knew exactly what it was.

‘’No. You?’’ He replied almost immediately.

‘’Never really cared much about parties.’m You subconsciously teased, unsure as to what outcome you would get out of him.

Stephen now knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't think it was possible but it's what he wanted. He really couldn't deny it for any longer. Stephen thought of alternative ways to channel his hatred for you: fucking you. Hard. Until you were crying, it was more than you deserved after all the shit you put him through. You were as irresistable as you were a hard ass. The small smirk on your face was making him clench his hands slightly, you were a tease and you knew you were. Maybe all of this hatred turning into nasty, disrespectful hate sex was inevitable. Stephen was sure he was losing his mind, he wasn't thinking clearly...but the answers to all of his problems were clear as day.

The silence creeped into the atmosphere once more.

‘’You fuck him?’’ Stephen said very curtly, his voice husky, as if he was asking a completely casual question. You were sure you were about to choke on your own surprise and breath. You knew he was talking about Steve, you brightened at the fact he was jealous, slightly aroused at his incredibly direct nature.

‘’Yeah. I liked it. Very…gentle.’’ You smiled, a little bit of your teeth peeking out as you did so. He knew you were being honest about it and he didn't like that, Stephen didn't know he could harbour so much hate for a woman yet get angry at the fact other people wanted her. It was an uncontrollable paradox.

‘’Good for you.’’ Stephen said lowly, it was hard to differentiate if he said it in a tone that was mad, annoyed, sarcastic or anything else. It was just blank.

‘’Tony probably didn't believe our stunt, that's why we're still here.’’ You crossed your legs trying to stifle your arousal.

‘’Don't think it was as bad to when we first started. Is it?’’ Stephen asked with a heavy voice. Why was it was so hot? The way he talked was... doing things to you. The sexual tension couldn't even be cut with a chainsaw.

It was as if prolonged silences were always following you both whenever you were near each other now. It was such a drastic change to when all you would do was scream at each other. Now it was just searching for the right words to speak, but your tongue was forgetting what language to speak in due to the way he was looking at you. Stephen's eyes were the definition of intense heady sex.

You needed to stop thinking about the man you hated in such a way, but how could you stop when he was looking at you like that?

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ You said without thinking.

‘’Anything.’’

‘’Fuck me?’’

Stephen thought he was dreaming, the way something so crude rolled off of your tongue so sweetly was making his mouth water. He was able to keep his stern exterior even though his mind was short circuiting, there was something so inherently wrong with him, with you both. Twisting hatred into heated sexual desire. He wanted it so bad though. So bad it was good. Your face told him you weren't bluffing, the way your thighs were clamping together under the table only reinforced the fact.

He let out a scoff, leaning back in his chair before ultimately getting up and prowling his way to you. It was as if time was being warped, it was so slow but he was finally standing infront of you. You were still sitting down in your seat and from this light he looked more intimating than ever.

Stephen's fingers traced the outlines of your face softly, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the skin; his thumb brushed over your full lower lip.

His gaze eased when your breath caught in your throat.

‘’Rough?’’ He muttered. brows slightly creasing. You nodded, eyes gleaming and bright. ‘’You finally not in control?’’ You nodded again.

His thumb continuously kept brushing your lower lip, you were impulsive and impatient and couldn't take it anymore. You caught his thumb between your pearly white teeth leaving small indents on his skin. He let out a small scoff at your action, so lewd and naughty in your ministrations. Stephen's smirk told all. You began suckling on his thumb and coated it with your saliva, swirling your tongue on it in the process. You finally let him go with a pop, you let out a shaky exhale.

You gasped when he slapped you across the face, you didn't expect it at all.

It felt really really good. Wetness began gushing onto your panties. As your face darted to the side, he brought it back and held your draw tightly in a cupids chokehold. Your eyes were wide in need. Stephen loved that he got you like this. He couldn't wait to show you more.

Stephen helped standing you up and your mouth was open slightly, the air was insanely thick it was unbreathable. Oxygen was replaced with fire. Your mouth slanted against his hard, Stephen's lithe muscle tangling with yours in a fight for control; he was right: you didn't like relinquishing control but in this case you were willing to give in. Stephen's mouth was leading you to places you'd never been, he tasted heavenly. Stephen was drunk off the taste of you, it was apparent by the way his hands wouldn't let go of the sides of your neck. He was the one in charge now.

Something you were sure wouldn't have happened in a million years. But here you both are. Panting and breathing into each others mouths.

Stephen's coarse calloused palms travelled from your neck to your waist as he sat you down on the table. He slotted inbetween your thighs easily, you finally opened up to him after all this time. You smirked slightly as he felt his chest cave slightly, his breathing was slow and heavy only adding to the fiery atmosphere. You were arching into him with every kiss he planted on your addicting lips.

‘’This what you want? Me fucking you on the table?’’ He breathed between kisses. already reaching for the hem of your shirt and taking it off of your body.

‘’Yes.’’ You whined under your breath. You clawed at his back to get his shirt off but he reached behind him and discarded it in one move. His muscles were rippling, the bulk of his biceps were daunting; it only made you that much wetter.

You were his easel, begging for art- undressing you with his voice alone.

Stephen's hands roamed the span of your back, searching for your bra clasp and unhooking it one by one as a means to tease you. His kisses travelled to your neck, leaving goosebumps and blossiming purple bites in his wake.

‘’Fucking tease.’’ You spat out. He was going far too slow for your pleasure. ‘’I said rough you idiot.’’

With that he ripped your bra off of you and discarded it to the other side of the room. His nimble fingers immediately travelled to your pants, he slid them down alongside your underwear. The fact he got you naked this fast was beyond you. Stephen was revelling in your bare body, perfection wasn't even near what you looked like right now. He'd always undress you with his eyes but even he couldn't have envisioned this. You smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body, they were darkening at every moment he had them on you; he grasped at your jaw harshly.

‘’I heard you, baby. You wanted me in control, right? So let me give it to you.’’ Stephen gritted in your ear before suckling on the space below it.

He pushed you down on the table. Hard.

When he fawned over you, your hands immediately slid to grab his face but he stopped you by pinning them back down against either side of your head.

You stifled out a moan as he began kissing and biting from your neck to your collarbone until he reached his final goal of your tits. His mouth devoured them hungrily and all you could do was convulse against him, his teeth tugged at your nipples and wildfire began zipping through your core.

‘’Stephen! P-please!’’ You began trembling under him. Jesus, the man was making you shake. Your ego has been bruised indefinitely.

‘’Open that pretty little mouth again and I'll edge you for weeks.’’ He threatened with a low grumble, he was all too serious and that just made you even wetter.

You gawked at him heavy lidded and dumbfounded as he tugged his pants down, your arms and legs were clinging onto him for dear life. Stephen stroked his dick a few times before swiping up and down your wetness, you were soaked and he let out a low chuckle. He reminded himself of what you said earlier, Steve was 'gentle.

‘’Gentle.’’ He whispered to himself with a laugh as he looked down at your sparkling eyes, he definitely wasn't going to keep himself on a leash. His mocking of Steve Rogers made his ego soar.

Stephen thrusted into you, stretching you out and making a moan rip through your throat. You covered your mouth with your hand to conceal your loud moans.

‘’Let them out.’’ He reassured, pulling your hand away from your mouth. With every stroke, his breath became more heavy.

He set a brutal pace and it made your eyes water, thunderous almost. The tips of your noses were touching as you were gazing intensely and deeply into each others eyes. A tear strayed free and rolled down your cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. The more you clenched, the fast her went.

Jesus fuck, you were gripping onto him so tightly as if you were vacuum sealed to his dick. And with that he was becoming more swift and confident in his movements, fucking you out as if you were his own personal doll.

You were so close to the edge, a stray bite on your jaw was enough to make you lose it. A high pitched pornograhic moan erupted from your mouth and he swallowed it as his lips latched against yours once again. Stephen felt your wetness leak onto him and like the gentleman he was, he finished after you. Painting yours insides a thick white with a gutteral groan.

Panting against your skin, your eyes were lust clouded and wide as he found himself being lost in them. Your pupils darted from feature to feature, your mind was taking a fantastical snapshot of this one moment. The moment in which you experienced post coital bliss and realisation with the man you hated so much for so long. The fact he experienced intense throes of passion with you of all people was messing up his head.

‘’How quickly can you get my clothes?’’ Your eyes were wide in panic as you were sure anyone was about to walk in at any minute.

‘’I'm still in you.’’ Stephen chuckled lowly.

‘’Put your fucking pants up and get my clothes.’’ You demanded hastily but Stephen actually listened to you for once.

It was a liability being like this, but what could he say. He was hoping he would be able to sneak moments like this with you for as long as you had him.

You were starting to think that this was a mistake…now that it started….you'd have him anywhere and you wouldn't be able to stop.

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idk where this shit came from tbh but i spent 4 hours on it help

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

[decepti-thots]

for so long I have felt like a weirdo for thinking that the jro pregnancy stuff is deeply unhorny. but I am going to say it now: it's only horny in the way that the alien franchise is horny: there are definitely people who are horny about it, but it's primarily about the non-sexy aspects of pregnancy. i get that it's a funny joke but a non-insignificant people genuinely act like it's "the writer's barely disguised fetish". birth is weird and scary and fascinating, even more so in robots. im probably more defensive about this than I should be but it's kind of upsetting to me that this is where the discussion always ends

I'll put this under a cut so as not to spam anyone's dash bc yeah I went off on this ask haha (positive).

I actually felt so insane about this very topic I ran a damn poll on my NSFW sideblog and the thing is: the majority of folks voting agreed no, it's not inherently, textually horny. (I would know; I know horny when I see it, ffs!) Which vindicated me! Because I agree it's so ridiculous a thing to unironically, sincerely insist is super horny, given the text, lmao.

Like, it's extremely obsessed with pregnancy, but this is not the same as 'a fetish', and tbqh I think the 'fetish' joke just shields any actually interesting discussion of what it's doing. I think the Alien comparison here is actually really telling; it's absolutely a visceral thing, a thing concerned with the body and how it functions, sometimes against our will. And it's not unconnected to sexuality or eroticism in how those things are discussed more broadly, in the sense it's talking about a thing that intersects with those elements in the abstract, but it's not. Like. It's not a "fetish" thing, and if the characters it involved weren't referred to as 'he' in text I think less people would be calling it that, and actually it kinda sucks that every time I bring it up I have to block people who see 'pregnancy mentioned' on my completely sfw posts as an excuse to go off on their personal fetishes in detail, or their desire to speculate on the imagined fetishes of the writer in equally graphic detail. (BTW, it's genuinely uncomfortable seeing people obsessively speculate on the imagined fetishes of a creator, I think. We should all do that a little less in public.)

I mean not to be a total killjoy or anything but like... treating pregnancy in itself, even in the most abstract way, as inherently fetishistic and inappropriate (the people reblogging my innocuous posts about pregnancy metaphors with fucking trigger warnings! 'mpreg trigger warning' being a normalized way to tag pictures that are just Trans Dude Who Is Pregnant!) is uh. I mean we live in a world where pregnant people are often massively marginalized by society period, and seen as somehow inappropriate for public life, and especially anyone who is remotely GNC. Like the idea that something is inherently obscene about a pregnant person is, shall we say, not apolitical. It is in fact a thing that people actually have to fight against in real life. I mean. Fandom doing this to a text that in fact is most notable for treating pregnancy weirdly neutrally in these terms is... frustrating! I think we all lose out when we refuse to engage with weird, funny texts that have things to say about these topics that fall outside our expected frameworks, like, say, 'this is A Fetish TM'. That's limiting! If we want to talk about what IDW1 phase two does with gender, we cannot do that properly if every time we talk about MTMTE we get weird about it doing sexless genderfree pregnancy metaphors, and instead make them funny mpreg jokes, tbh! IDK! Seems counter intuitive! And I genuinely think MTMTE/LL's bizarre approach to the thing is so interesting precisely because it's so odd and offputting. What if we actually examined it. I think we can find some good stuff in there, frankly.

And truly the especially frustrating thing is that the comic itself, for all it is objectively weird and hilarious and 'why the fuck is this even HERE' about it... is just never that. Like. I posted those excerpts because it IS weird and it IS wild and it IS quite funny in its way! It's alien robot body horror in a kids' cartoon franchise turned to an unexpected end! But you know what it actually manages, somehow, to never be? One: weird and misogynist about pregnancy. Two: weird and transphobic about it involving vaguely, ostensibly 'male' characters. Make all the mpreg jokes you want I guess, but MTMTE is many bizarre things but it never gives one single shit about the gender binary, and tbh I think it's genuinely kind of embarrassing the fandom saw a comic that did insane robot body horror pregnancy shit and was like. Okay well. But the mpreg tho.

Like. I've joked for years that I want to do a transmasc read of the pregnancy stuff Roberts did in TF seriously, same as I think a transmasc read of how Alien presents fears around "male pregnancy" in a trans context would be great. And for all my jokes, I genuinely would, actually. I think it's legit very interesting how Roberts manages to divorce the presentation of horror of pregnancy from gender in a way that mitigates the gendered subtext somewhat and gets at the loss of autonomy in a broader sense.

anyway it truly sucks that fandom is so fucking shitty about this. to give a little extra context, i talk about a particular transmasc humanformer AU sometimes that involves pregnancy and. i have had to Delete Some Fucking Asks about that thing, which. well that happens in normal regular real life and people talk about it like a fanfic trope (derogatory). so. i am a little sensitive to people getting Like This about the topic, aha.

sorry i went off on one anon, can you tell. i also find this frustrating. i relate. i am totally with you. god it would be so much less interesting to read it as horny so like, why is this the ONLY MODE we seem to have tbh

[bruciemilf]

PLEASE KEEP GOING WITH THE KITANA/HAVIK STUFF IT'S COOL AF AND IT'S KINDA GROWING ON ME...

I love being enabled <3

One sided enemies to reluctant friends to Something to Secret Lovers, my beloved

Am not gonna sit here and tell you Havik magically loses all resentment for political establishments/monarchiest just because Kitana is a positive element he can associate those things with bc that ain’t it lol

“Not all monarchs and totalitarian autocracies cosplaying democracies are evil we can just co exist 🥹” that’s amazing if you like wack shit!!!

.he’s the hobie brown of his universe, in case it wasn’t obvious.

He was a punk, she’s burdened with duty, and devoted to a crown poisoned with responsibility . can I make it more obvious

“Your mom wants to keep you on a path that’s boring. I’m gonna lead you to a path that rocks!” “Oh that sounds lovely ☺️”

Havik intentionally snaps off body parts just to freak her out; Kitana never reacts unless he’s cracking his knuckles.

This man deadass twisted his neck off and she doesn’t blink, but god help him if Kitana catches him slouch “you’ll hurt your back!” “I am literally a zombie”

Heavy make out sesh in the throne room/her bedroom/just anywhere that’s a Space. Kitana thinks they’re being incredibly stealthy with their forbidden romance. They are not.

Kitana: is there a motive behind Tanya visiting your room at such a late hour?

Mileena: is there a motive behind your breath reeking of roadkill

“absolutely can’t cook for shit” bf + “this is delicious and anyone who dares disagree shall face the wrath of my tiny fists” gf

Havik’s love language is bullying; Kitana’s is quality time. Don’t misunderstand tho Havik KNOWS he’s got a goddess in his hands and worships the soil she blesses with her feet

He just shows it. Differently!!

“How can you not fucking forsee it’ll rain, now you’ll freeze; of course I’m physically shielding you all day.”

HAVIK IS FUCKING BIG!!! Huge!!! Big ASS MF!!!!! He takes full advantage of it. Am absolutely insane about this man’s back, shoulders, thighs. Kitana spies his statuesque, burly but beautiful anatomy with a discreet eye (she’s not discreet)

Kitana wearing red to match him and Havik wearing blue for her. They are EQUALLY whipped

Pls. Imagine the teasing

Johnny: You know, I hooked up with a princess too, once

Havik: She doesn’t need to be payed to act interested, Cage

Sindel: Be careful with Havik. His ambition is damning

Kitana: His vision is bright, mother

Johnny: I love a beauty and the beast story

Havik: Stop showing her your meaningless films! I’m tired of watching them!

Mileena: A man, sister?

Kitana: It seems I have no valid defense

Johnny: 20 bucks says my boyfriend beats your girlfriend, any day

Havik: Are you so desperate to lose?

#THEM <333 #I love them a lot for #havik #mk havik #mk1 #mortal kombat #kitana #mileena #johnny cage #text #text post #mk1 2023