#but full honesty. I don't know how. and I'm too nervous to fuck up the bag somehow trying to do it

[solarpunkani]

Oh yeah speaking of going to chill with The Ladies, I hope to go tomorrow (and my mom wants to come too lmfao) and it will be the first Official Test of the sunflower bag of legend

First official test meaning first time I'm gonna carry it with stuff in it outside of the house.

All I really plan to put in there is some balls of yarn, some hooks, maybe some scissors, and my little flat tray of safety pins and yarn needles, so nothing too too heavy (well except for my 1 pound yarn balls but yknow) but I'm still both excited and nervous. If I really wanna test it out, I might put my ipad in there for good measure.

I'll report back with my results.

#listen I KNOW I should probably make a liner #but full honesty. I don't know how. and I'm too nervous to fuck up the bag somehow trying to do it #it might be more of a decorative outing backpack purse kinda deal #something to wear to craft meet ups or maybe to hold my stuff when I go to garden sales/festivals who knows #honestly like while im not planning to monetize this hobby by selling sunflower bags. if i really wanted to. like. #garden sales would probably be a half decent place to find the target audience #anyways i need to go bed its 12:30 gnight

[aidansplaguewind]

First of all before I start, thank you for doing such interactions with the community even if not many are participating because reading the scenarios really makes me smile. I would definitely be interested if you posted the full story of your scenario and think many would be too. Okay... enough beating around the bush, but this just had to be said because I love your account. And sorry for the late submission, but German time zone and all that.

Well, how would my absolute dream encounter go? I'm taking a trip to Ireland and the coffee addict that I am, I would spend the morning in a quiet café in Dublin with the plan to explore the city afterwards. Of course, I know Aidan is currently in town, but I'm not getting my hopes up about meeting him because I don't want to be disappointed if it does not happen.

But then, as if in a dream encounter, Aidan enters the café, orders a coffee and sits down on the empty seat next to me to enjoy his drink. I, who of course knows who he is, would try to stay relaxed, which I manage to do, but inside I'm freaking out. We start a casual conversation, where I admit that I am a big fan, but he tells me that he doesn't mind. The hours pass, we order some pastries and talk about whatever comes to mind. I tell Aidan about my plan to sightsee, whereupon he tells me that he has the day off and would like to be my "tour guide". We spend the rest of the day walking around the city and getting to know each other further. We end the day with a delicious dinner, where he gives me his number and accompanies me back to my hotel, which happens to be very close to his house.

We spend the rest of the days of my trip together as well, at least as much as we can, since he's shooting the Kin series. I occasionally visit him at the shoot and we just have fun. Ideally, he would be single and the day would end differently than "just" bringing me to the hotel, but well, I don't want to get too unrealistic.

How would an encounter with Aidan really go? I would faint. To be more precise... when I would see him, I wouldn't get a word out and he would think I am completely nuts, but still be kind and take a picture with me. After he went on, I would immediately start regretting that I didn't say everything I wanted to say to him and then regret it forever.

Well, I hope you liked my little scenario. Although off topic now, I wanted to ask what happened to the Petyr x Sansa fanfiction you once started? However, I'm looking forward to the y/n story and wish you a nice day!

Sorry it took me a while to respond. I was working and then had to make dinner and do the mom thing and all that jazz.

Firstly, you go right ahead and fuck him in that fantasy encounter! Don't worry about it being unrealistic. That's the whole point of fantasy. If we had to make it realistic it would kill the thrill of it. He could be a fucking unicorn in it if it makes you happy. For real.

I appreciate the honesty on how you think you would react and feel if you did meet him. I too think I would be too nervous to function. I must be one of the few though that don't really have a laundry list of things I want to tell him. I have absolutely no desire to tell him how much I love him or how big a fan I am or if he's changed my life or anything like that. The only thing I might ever want to tell him (but wouldn't) is how unbelievably attractive he is and that's only because he truly doesn't realize it. Other than that? Nope. I get one chance to meet him. I want to hear something he has to say. Something I maybe didn't already know. I'm curious as to his opinions on some things, not all serious things. Lots are just fun or interesting things. If I interest him in the slightest as a person he's welcome to ask me anything he wants.

But I'd really get a kick out of making him laugh.

As far as my Petyr x Sansa fic...well there are several reasons I haven't touched them. One is that I'm one of those people who have a hard time finishing fics with lots of chapters because I always end up getting another idea that I like better and can't wait to write on. So I end up starting several and get overwhelmed and explode.

Another reason is one day I just kinda lost all inspiration to finish. For one, there are so many pxs fics there really aren't any topics that haven't been touched. So it all started to feel kind of repetitive. And I was like, what's the point? I honestly didn't think enough people cared anyway.

If there is one I want to finish, it's probably Rest In Pieces. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I think it might be the only one of it's kind. Also because of the way I did flash backs it gave me the ability to have fun with those "firsts" as well as have fun and explore missing someone you don't want to go on without. To have had the best and think, that's it, what's the point in going on? And there's exploring Petyr as a father. Because as much as I love his wickedness, I love that Aidan himself is so sweet, and I think maybe if anything could change a man it would be the birth of his first child. Over anything. I know you can't fix a man, I know from experience. But the hopeless romantic in me wants to believe there is some good in Petyr somewhere, it just got crushed and tucked away to keep himself safe.

The only thing is, I know I can write better now than I did when I wrote that fic initially. So I feel like it would need a complete re-write. And the likelihood of me having that kind of time to spare is...well, not likely. That would mean just picking it up and writing differently and the perfectionist in me loathes that idea.

So....I dunno man. I just don't know. 🤷🏼‍♀️

#anon #fantasy encounters #aidan gillen #meeting

[ask-the-maniac]

👀How’s your thoughts on every Killer in the entity I want your full entire honest opinion on it, you don’t have to go down each and every one with a whole lot of detail but just go ahead if you want

(Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.)

"So, full disclosure, I've only met a few other Killers, but I've heard things about the rest."

"To get the boring part out of the way: I don't have any particular opinions on the Hillbilly, Wraith, Nurse, Hag, Huntress, Spirit, Legion, Plague, Oni, Deathslinger, Twins, Trickster, or Artist."

"I've got a bit of residual anger towards Trapper. He attacked Devi outside a trial once, ended up chasing her here." Nny shrugs, "Sure, she was looking around in his part of the Realm, but still."

"Even after being here for..." He frowns and trails off, "...however long it's been, it's still bizarre knowing that individuals I've only ever known as movie characters are here. I don't know if I'd say I respect them, but I can at least acknowledge that Myers and Leatherface are influential in their own ways, and I guess that Ring girl too."

"I'd say the same for Krueger, but this particular iteration of his character is abhorrent, from what I've learned."

"I've got a particular grudge against the Doctor. I'm not elaborating."

"The Pig's source material is... Interesting, I guess is one way to put it. I have some thoughts about the motives of Jigsaw himself, but that's an entirely different conversation."

"I hate the Clown because he's a clown and I fucking hate clowns. Pretty simple."

"The Ghostface here isn't like the ones in the actual Scream movie. And from the brief interactions I've had with him: I think he's a creepy motherfucker."

"I think the Demogorgon's a weird one. That's not even a human, that's some kind of fucked up beast. Nemesis and Pyramid Head are also strange to me. I think I heard they're from video games? And Nemesis has zombies, or something."

"The Blight makes me nervous. I know he's injected that serum stuff into other Killers in the past, and I sure as fuck don't want to be on the receiving end of that."

#johnny c #jthm #dbd #dead by daylight #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny posts #answers #(he may not elaborate on the Doctor thing but the linked story Does)

[shigarakislittlepet]

im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin’ jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #shinsou x reader #shinso smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut

[one-sad-human]

•You’re Crazy• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Duff McKagan x Reader

Requested? Yes! By a lovely anon

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: —

     You sit down at the bar, waving at the bar tender to order. He walks over, quickly taking your order and giving you your drink with a small smile. Maybe he noticed the tears and stress written all over your face.

     You had just moved to LA a week ago, and it had been going ok until today. Your roommate kicked you out, suddenly and for no real reason. She threw you out along with two suitcases which you barely even unpacked yet.

     You don't know where you're going to sleep tonight, you don't know the area well yet and you definitely don't have friends to stay with. In other words, you're fucked, utterly fucked.

     Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man sit on the bar stool next to yours. Even out of your peripheral vision, you can tell he's tall.

     "What's a pretty lady like you doing at the bar all alone?" He asks. You sigh and shut your eyes tightly in annoyance.

     "Look, I had a bad day and I really don't want to be bothered right now." You take a long drink of your alcoholic beverage, thankful for the buzz it gives you.

     "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I saw you from over there and you looked upset, I just wanted to see what was wrong," the man says. You can admit that seemed pretty sincere.

     You turn your eyes away from staring at your glass to the man sitting next to you. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't extremely attractive.

     He had a jean jacket full of pins and patches, tight leather pants and a Ramones tee. His hair was mostly blonde but the tips were a washed out blue, like his blue hair had grown out tremendously.

     "That's nice of you, but I don't really want to get into it," you say and give him a polite smile.

     "How am I supposed to help you if you don't 'get into it?'" He asks. You almost laugh at loud at his willingness to help a stranger.

     "You don't even know me." He shrugs.

     "I'd like to, I'm Duff." He puts his hand out. You take his hand, shaking it with a smile. His hand is callused slightly, making you wonder if he has a hands on job.

     "I'm Y/N," you reply.

     "Now we know each other, so why do you look like you've been crying?" Duff asks, cutting to the chase so fast it almost gave you whiplash. You take a deep breath and begin pouring your heart out.

     "I just moved here last week, and today my roommate kicked me out," you say. "I don't have anywhere to sleep and I don't have any friends or family to stay with. It's just a huge mess."

     You place your head in your hands and try to calm yourself. Duff rubs your shoulder comfortingly. You slowly lift up your head.

     "But I'm sure I'll figure it out. I'll stay in my car for a while until I can find an apartment."

     "No way, you can stay with me." Shock graces your face, your eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Duff is a little surprised, too, he's not sure why he wants to help you so bad. Maybe because he knows the feeling of moving somewhere foreign and scary, he had just done it, too.

     Besides, ever since he saw you walk into the bar, a sad look on your pretty face, he knew he wanted to help you. He's never felt so entranced before.

     "You're crazy," you say with a disbelieving shake of your head. "You're fucking crazy."

     "I'm aware." Duff smiles at you. "You going to take me up on my offer or not?" You think for a moment before shrugging.

     "What do I have to lose?"

"Absolutely nothing."

     Nearly three years later and you and Duff are still together. But now in a much better apartment, as Duff's debut album with his band did amazingly.

     You've decided a long time ago that you had feelings for the blonde. But after so long, it seemed useless to tell him. You're convinced he doesn't feel the same way, even though his band mates have told you otherwise.

     "He fucking loves you! Tell him!" Is what Axl would tell you, almost every day nowadays. It's to the point that you want to tell Duff just to you don't have to hear Axl's whining anymore.

     But, nonetheless, you're still too nervous to tell Duff anything. Especially since Duff has a new girlfriend, he has for about a month and a half. Her name's Mandy, and she seems pretty ok, which is why you feel bad for resenting her.

     After all, you had no reason to hate her. You aren't with Duff, and with the pace you're going, you never will be.

    You've met her a few times already, she's a little touchy feely, but you would be too if you were dating Duff.

     The worst of all, it's going well. Duff always comes home from a date and it's always 'Mandy this, Mandy that.'

     Well, it used to be. All honesty, you haven't heard him talk much about her in the past two weeks. They still go on dates, Duff just seems to be in a funk.

     However, that didn't stop him from going on another date with her tonight, which is why you're alone at home. He's been gone for about an hour, which isn't long at all for their dates.

     Which is why it's strange when he walks through the door, a downcast expression on his pretty face. You pause your movie, looking at him grab a beer from the refrigerator.

     "You're home early," you say. Duff looks a little spooked, and he clutches his chest.

     "Jesus, I thought you'd be sleeping already. You're going to give me a heart attack." You giggle a little.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Duff sits next to you on the couch, his back and shoulders tense. “What’s wrong?”

“I broke up with Mandy,” he says nervously.

“I thought it was going good, what happened?” You ask, your brows furrowing. Sure, you loved him, but you thought he was truly happy with her, and you didn’t want them to break up.

“I guess I just realized with the help of Axl that I have feeling for someone else.” You nod slowly. “And he said she felt the same, so I thought I’d just jump the gun.”

“Who?” You say breathlessly. Duff doesn’t answer you with words, instead leaping over to you and smashing his lips to yours.

It’s passionate and leaves you wanting more when he pulls away. You stare at him for a minute to catch your breath.

“You, it’s always been you. I’ve wanted to do that since we met at that bar.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we met at that bar.”

#guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #duff mckagan x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #duff mckagan fluff #duff Mckagan #classic rock imagine #80s metal

[youbloodymadgenius]

Angel’s Touch (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @rosepetals-flyingbirds‘ challenge. I’m sorry it took me so long, babe 💖 I’ve been going through a lot lately (including the loss of a loved one) and I wasn’t in the mood to write 😔

The prompt, as usual, is in bold.

Thanks to the lovely @geekandbooknerd for beta reading this for me 🌺

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif belongs to @therealcalicali 💐

Summary: Ivar's always been very secretive when it comes to his legs. How is he going to react when you tell him you want to know all of him?

Warnings: angst; fluff at the end; Ivar’s insecurities; soft and vulnerable Ivar.

Words: 4600

"I'm coming!" you shout enthusiastically, wrapping a soft towel around your body before closing the bathroom door behind you. 

 Wincing at your words, Ivar hastily hides his legs under the comforter. "That was a close one…", he mumbles while breathing a sigh of relief. Deep down, he knows he's not doing the right thing. Avoiding the problem will not make it go away.

 He can't help himself, though. He still has nightmares about that awful night with Margrethe. It was years ago, yet memories of her disgusted look as well as her eyes full of pity still haunt his nights, vivid and humiliating. 

He doesn't want to go through that again. It would be unbearable and painful, much worse than the dull ache he's used to enduring every day. No, he definitely can't relive it. Shuddering at this thought, Ivar squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists tight. 

 He won't allow it. He can't. Because he's not sure he can get over it again. After Margrethe, he had been broken – more broken than his broken bones – for so long. It had taken him years of therapy to stop being disgusted by himself, to stop hating himself for what he was. A freak. It had taken him years to endure looking at himself in a mirror. And it had taken him years to imagine sharing a bed with a woman again. 

 Oh, of course, he had fucked every so often. He needed it after the complete fiasco with Margrethe. He had to prove himself that he could… But it had always been in a hurry, and with random, uninteresting women. Till you…

 You. You're not random, and definitely not uninteresting. You're beautiful and smart, patient and funny, warmhearted and caring but never overbearing. You're… perfect, he thinks, and it scares him as much as it makes him shiver with excitement. On top of that, so far you don't seem bothered by his legs and he wants to keep it that way. 

 His legs. His fucking legs. The averted elephant in the room. Well, averted… more or less. Because if you've never seen them, you know the braces, the crutches, the uneven gait and he's pretty sure you've figured out his pain. But you two never talk about them. He knows that you understood from the beginning that they were, they are a major issue for him. You're smart enough for that. 

 Yet, you never bring them up and he couldn't be more grateful. He's very aware that he can't keep going like this for long. But he doesn't know how to address what is, to him, a huge matter of concern. He's afraid you'll go away as soon as you realize how damaged his legs are, how crippled he really is. He doesn't want to lose you. He can't. That would be insufferable. And he knows exactly why. It's not just that he likes you, that sex is great, and that you're fun to be around, no… He's helplessly falling in love with you. It may be terrifying, but it's no less true.

 That's why he does what he does. That's why he's always hurrying up, hiding, avoiding. It doesn't matter if it leads sometimes to awkward situations. It doesn't matter if you're not fooled. All that matters is that you don't see his legs; not for a long time anyway; and most preferably never.

 Inhaling deeply, Ivar slips his hands under the comforter, rubs his scrawny, bony, twisted thighs, feeling their scarred skin and grunting in disgust. He knows he's wrong, he knows he's not going anywhere, but he can't help. He can't risk losing you. 

 ***

 More sad than irritated, you hardly stifle a sigh as you enter the room. Once again, Ivar is unsurprisingly already in bed, his fluffy comforter keeping his legs out of sight. 

 His legs… A fucking huge elephant in the room… It's amazing – not in a good way – how something that's never addressed can take up so much space.  

 The truth is, you know a lot about them. Being a son of Ragnar, the man who rules Scandinavia – at least economically but surely politically too, with friends in the right places and enough money to corrupt them – didn't allow Ivar to grow up in the shadow. Ivar's life therefore has always been on display, making headlines more often than not. So you know about his disease and its inherent struggles, about the surgeries and about the pain – well, now you even witness it sometimes, and the way he always tries to hide it is heartwrenching. 

 You know more than you'd like to since you even know about his supposed failing sex life, that bitch whose name you've long forgotten having told her story to everyone around. It doesn't matter though, as you can testify that Ivar's cock is far from dysfunctional. 

 Anyway, if you know a lot – truths or lies – about his condition and about his legs, you don't know them. And you're aware it has to change. You just don't know how. You can't be too straightforward or Ivar will close up on you. Yet you can't let things go on like this for too long, because it's unhealthy. And an unhealthy relationship with Ivar is the last thing you want, both for his and your sake. 

 Somehow always in your mind, his legs make things awkward. Sex is great, but could even be better, for they prevent you from being spontaneous. The last thing you want is to make Ivar, the man you're falling in love with, uncomfortable. So, you don't speak about them because you can feel he doesn't want to speak about them. You don't look at them because his tight jaw is unmistakable each time your eyes wander to his lower body. You do your best never to touch them, which isn't easy when you share his bed. In short, most of the time you act as if they don't exist. And this has got to stop. 

 You can't let this unspoken thing continue to grow between the two of you or it will end up becoming a problem that will eat you up, you do know it with utmost certainty. You won't allow it. You can't. Ivar is important to you, to say the least, and you're pretty sure he reciprocates your feelings. You see it in his huge blue eyes that sparkle each time he looks at you; you hear it in the softness of his tone each time he talks to you. 

 So yeah, the whole situation annoys you. It doesn't mean that his legs annoy you. They don't. You won't lie, you're a little nervous about them. How could you not, given how sensitive a subject they are? Will you say the right thing? Do the right thing? Will you hurt Ivar unwillingly? Just thinking about it, about them, makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells. Ivar is being very touchy when it comes to them, to those-legs-we-mustn't-talk-about, it seems to you that the slightest word could ruin everything. And you don't want that. Gods, you don't. Yet, you're not sure how to handle well something that important.

  That's the point. His legs are that important. They shouldn't be. They shouldn't matter. They don't matter. Of course, you're not stupid. Ivar has a disability, there's no denying it. But it doesn't define him, right? What defines him is his outstanding intelligence, his sharp mind, and his deadpan, ironic humour. And well, if you're being honest, his ridiculous handsomeness too… It might sound shallow, but… who cares?  

 Anyway, enough is enough. Things must change and you're sure Ivar won't be the one initiating the change. It leaves you no choice, you know it. Your heart hammering in your chest, you rub your sweaty palms together before inhaling deeply. That's it. Let it be done. The sooner the better.  

 ***

 "Are you not coming?" Ivar's blue eyes are scrutinizing you from under furrowed brows as you scrabble around in your small overnight bag, as an idea has just popped into your head.

 Glancing at him over your shoulder, you barely nod while swallowing the lump in your throat. "Of course I am, give me a minute." You reply after a while, sounding more confident than you feel. But you know it's a good idea. It could be the first step. It could work. It has to work. 

 Your hands are shaking but your heart is filled with hope when you eventually find what you were looking for. "Here it is.", you mutter, a tentative smile playing on your lips as you turn towards your lover, who looks at the silk scarf in your hand with a mischievous grin. 

 "What is it on your naughty mind?" He asks playfully, tilting his head in his very own way, the one that melts your heart each and every time. "You want to blindfold me, Y/N?" His low, deep voice sends shivers down your spine. "Or maybe you'd rather be blindfolded? It's up to you, I'm totally on board with either one." He swallows heavily, and when he licks his upper lip and then the lower in a slow-moving and sensual motion, a familiar warmth spreads in your lower belly. 

  Of course, he had to misread the situation. And you, you're so easily, pathetically flustered! Closing your eyes to push away any distracting thoughts, you inhale deeply while just shaking your head no as you don't trust yourself to speak right now. 

 Raising a brow, Ivar gives you a questioning look. "So, what is it about, then?" His tone is more serious now, you can almost feel a hint of uneasiness in his voice as if a part of his brain already suspects what's in your mind. 

 "Actually, I want to be blindfolded, but not to do what you're thinking about." You explain, shyly lowering your gaze. "I'd like to try something." You speak in a whisper but with honesty, fidgeting with the little silver Mjölnir – a gift from Ivar – you wear around your neck. "If it's okay with you." You add, your shaky voice giving away your nervousness. 

 Confused, Ivar looks at you with knitted brows. Since you don't want to explain further – because you're sure that if you told him of your plan, he would deny you – you just climb on the bed, kneel next to him and bring the scarf to your face, wrapping it around your head and over your eyes before tying it in the back with a tight knot. 

 Being blinded like that, even if it's of your own volition, is quite unsettling, you must say. You feel weirdly exposed, vulnerable, in your tiny shorts and a tank top and you have to inhale and exhale slowly several times in order to calm your nerves. 

 Uncertain, Ivar keeps quiet, his breathing just a little bit shorter than usual. "Y/N?" His hesitant voice startles you and you swallow, biting your inner cheek. 

 You know you have to take action, the sooner the better. So you fumble blindly on the bed and as you find Ivar's hand, you bring it to your mouth, kissing each knuckle one after the other while your free hand slips under the comforter. 

 His breath hitches, yet Ivar doesn't react, doesn't stop you, as you slowly lift the comforter, pulling it away. But when your fingers graze what you think is his thigh, he grabs your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. 

 "What…" Ivar stutters, his grip tight enough to bruise your delicate skin, "… What are you doing, Y/N?" His voice, barely audible, is nothing more than a shaky whisper that wrings your heart. 

 Yet, you won't back down. "Let me, Ivar, please…" You beg softly, but to no avail. Ivar rushes his words, panic coursing through his veins. "Stop Y/N! Don't, please don't, I… They are… They are ugly. I… I can't." That's it. He can't. Just thinking of you exposing his disgusting legs, he feels like throwing up. He can't. 

 Hearing your lover so upset, and maybe even close to tears, is heartbreaking. Raising your free hand, you find his arm, then his shoulder, his neck, and finally his face, which you cup tenderly. 

 "You do know I won't see them, don't you?" You ask carefully, peppering light kisses along his jaw while trying to slow down the frantic pace of your own heart. 

 Ivar doesn't miss a beat, pushing you away gently but very firmly. "You don't need your sight to feel how hideous they are." Almost convinced to give up by his broken voice, you struggle to keep in mind that postponing the problem can't be a solution. 

 "That's what you think about them, how you see them, Ivar, that's not what they are." Your tone soft and soothing, you're trying to convey how much you care. "And it's certainly not how I'm going to see or to feel them."

 "How would you know?" You can tell that he shifts in the bed to sit upright, his back against the headboard. His fingers still around your wrist, you have to stifle a hiss of pain when he changes position. 

 "Because they are a part of you. Nothing from you, or about you, can be ugly." You wince, realizing that you've just opened up to him more than you would have liked. But well, speaking your mind isn't a bad thing, right? 

 As Ivar, dumbstruck, keeps quiet, you decide to strike the iron while it's hot. Once again finding his cheek, your thumb lightly strokes it while you speak. "Let me touch them, Ivar…"

 You know him well enough to be sure that right now, a storm is clouding his features. But as his breathing starts to quicken and as his grip on your wrist loosens, you understand that he's more frightened than angry. "Please…" You plead, aiming blindly a reassuring smile in his direction. 

 "But… Wh… Why?" He's never felt so scared, not even with Margrethe. Even if the rational part of him knows you're right, he won't give up yet, not without fighting. "Why… Why does it have to be? You don't need to touch those fucking…", swallowing, he closes his eyes briefly, "… you don't need to touch my legs, Y/N. You don't. We could just go on like this, as we have done up to now. Believe me, it will be better like that."

 "No, it won't." You sigh, shaking your head. Ivar's distress may break your heart, yet you're more and more convinced that this is the right thing to do. "Let me touch them, Ivar, please…" You simply repeat, your free hand still on his cheek.

 "Why… Why is it so important to you?" As soon as the words escape his lips, he regrets them, wishes he could take them back. He should have said no. Why didn't he say no? Slapping himself internally, he rolls his eyes, annoyed as much by his own stupidity as by your stubbornness. 

 You answer in a sweet whisper, placing your hand on his chest. He's sure you can feel the crazy thumping of his heart under your palm. "Because your legs are a part of you, and I want to know everything about you. Will you let me, Ivar?"

 Ivar, deeply moved by your words, is eager to believe them. But on the other hand, it's so… frightening; unsettling. Not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone, he feels like he's being ripped apart, and gods, he hates it! "I… I don't know… I'm… not sure…" He eventually stammers almost unwillingly, more or less denying you once more, yet his resolution starts to falter, and he knows you can hear it. 

 Even more surprising, it's as if his body betrayed him, his fingers finally releasing your wrist. As you gasp, astonished and pleased, he ponders for a few moments before deciding – if deciding something against what seems to be your own will is even a thing – he won't stop you. He knows he could, but he also knows you're right. So, conflicted and petrified with fear, he just waves his hand, wiggling his fingers, and mumbles under his breath a faint "go ahead" that you almost miss.

 "Is that a 'yes', Ivar?" Full of hope and with what you're sure is a beaming smile on your lips, you intertwine your fidgeting fingers and put your hands on your lap, anxiously awaiting his reply. 

 His jaw clenched, Ivar just nods. At first, he doesn't realize that you can't see him. As the silence drags on, he furrows his brows, confused, before breathing a hesitant answer. "Yeahhh…" Digging his fingernails into his palms, he waits for your next move, almost like someone awaiting a death sentence.

 Sensing his anxiousness, you raise your hands and then move them very slowly, willing to give Ivar time to stop you if he needs to. Since he doesn't utter a word nor grab your wrists, you keep going, your fingers grazing what surely is his lower belly before finding the hem of his cotton boxer shorts. 

 Intensely aware of the importance of the moment, you can't help but swallow loudly, your stomach tied in knots. You started all this, and even if you're still not sure if it's the right time – will there ever be a right time for this? – you have to keep going. But you're scared. What if it'll push Ivar over the edge? What if it is too much for him? What if you won't handle this as well as you think you will? You don't want to lose him. Your mind suddenly filled with doubts, you do the only thing you can think of, and send a silent prayer to the gods, hoping they can help the two of you. 

 Holding his breath, Ivar looks at your hands as if he was hypnotized. His eyes wide open, he can't move, can't speak, utterly terrified of what is to come. He knows he should trust you. Maybe he does. But he doesn't trust himself. No, that's not true. Most of the time, Ivar doesn't lack self-confidence. He knows his worth. He's aware of the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He knows about his good looks – even if they're quite useless; or about his highly appreciated caustic humour. And as he's no fool, he knows that being a Ragnarsson – name, wealth, all the stuff – is a major asset. Yet, when it comes to his legs, he's nothing more than a frightened little boy, so anxious that he's ready to fall apart. Feeling ashamed, self-conscious, and helpless, he's wondering how much tenser he can become until he physically shatters. Conflicted, he wants you to stop as well as he wants you to keep going. This has to be done. This should never be done. He's in love with you. You will never love him. You won't hurt him. He'll be hurt once again. Hectic, opposing thoughts are constantly fighting in his mind, leaving him frozen in fear and panicked. So, since he can't think straight, he does the only thing he can think of and sends a silent prayer to the gods. May they help him; help you. 

 Uselessly closing your eyes behind the blindfold, you gather your strength. Ivar didn't stop you. That's good. That means he wants you to do it, right? Inhaling deeply, you try to stop the shaking in your hands, and then, slightly leaning forward, you let your fingertips run over his thighs, barely touching them. You forget how to breathe and Ivar is so still, so quiet, you think he's not breathing either. 

 As you become bolder, you place the flat of your hands on his legs, careful not to apply any pressure. Under your palms, you can feel every bump, every scar, every broken bone. Your movements intentionally agonizingly slow, your hands move down to his protruding knee caps before finding his atrophied calves, their wasted muscles evident to the touch. You can't think how painful walking, or even just standing up, must be. The thought spreads a dull ache in your chest, but you keep your face emotionless, aware that if you can't see him, Ivar can see you. Rather than dwelling on it, you continue exploring, and when your fingers brush against the sole of one of his misshaped, scrawny feet, Ivar flinches. "Sorry," you mumble, "I didn't know you were ticklish." Since Ivar doesn't react, you're not sure he heard you and decide to slowly move your hands up his legs, placing them back on his bony thighs. 

 Keeping his eyes on you the whole time, Ivar struggles to breathe, his heart pounding wildly in his rib cage. He's surprised, he must say. He expected to see disgust or pity on your face, but there's none of that. Of course, he can't see your eyes, but a small smile never leaves your lips. Could it be that you're not disgusted? In any case, you don't seem troubled by what you're feeling. Maybe you're hiding it, but if so, you're hiding it well. He's also surprised because he expected to hate every moment of the process. Himself, he's all the time trying to avoid touching his legs. He hates PT sessions and doctor's appointments with a passion for a reason. But your touch is… enjoyable if he can push away all his doubts and his awful thoughts. It strikes him all of a sudden: it's probably the first time someone touches his legs for no reason at all. They were regularly massaged, checked for injuries, examined, palpated; of course, they were. But there was always a medical reason. Even when his mother touched them, it was to ease the pain. But you… you decided to touch his ugly limbs just because you wanted to. And just now, he realizes how much he missed that. Can he really miss something he's never known? He's not sure, but here he is, enjoying your featherlike touch, craving it, not wanting it to stop. Yes, he likes it; needs it. But what if, after tonight, you don't want to touch them again? He wouldn't blame you, who would want to touch such repulsive things? The thought brings bile to his throat and he knows it won't stop plaguing his mind. So he has to know, whatever it takes. Moving for the first time, he runs a trembling hand through his hair and summons all his courage.

 "You… you didn't say a word." His quivering voice startles you, making your heart swell with sadness. You don't need your eyes to know that Ivar is filled with dread. The need to reassure him compels you to blindly fumble on the bed until you find his hand, which you grasp between yours. "What do you want me to say?" You ask cautiously, your thumb lightly stroking his knuckles. 

 You can feel Ivar stiffening, his fingernails probably bruising your palms as he lets out a shuddering breath. "I…" He stops to swallow. "The… truth, Y/N. Go ahead, speak your mind. You… you touched…" He stutters, and you're willing to bet his eyes are tightly shut, his tone giving away his level of anxiety. "… you touched them. My legs, I mean. I know… I know how they feel, ugly and disgusting… no need to sugarcoat your thoughts… I… I can handle the truth…" His voice cracks at the end, contradicting his words.

 Releasing his hand, you graze his right thigh with gentle fingers. "No, Ivar", you speak softly yet firmly, "that's not how they feel, at least not to me." You know you have to be honest, you can't just say nonsensical, lovey-dovey things, he won't buy it. "I won't tell you they feel beautiful. They don't." Choosing your words carefully, you let your pointer finger follow a massive scar from his mid-thigh to his knee. "They feel different, and yes, you can feel the scars. It must have been painful, it's probably still is. But I promise you, they're not disgusting. They're your legs. They say a lot, Ivar. They're telling a story, your story. That's why I wanted to know them because as I said earlier, I want to know all about you. And they are part of you. I do think they finally deserve to be cared about, to be loved. Let me love them…" You whisper the last words, feeling vulnerable. 'Let me love you…' is what you want to add, but you know you can't, not yet, so instead you lean forward, your lips brushing and then kissing his thigh.

 Something between a whine and a choked sob escapes his lips and you can hear his breath hitch as his hand gets up close to your neck. "Did I hurt you?" You ask with concern, frowning behind the blindfold. 

 Ivar can't help but smile, even if you can't see it. "No!" he replies quickly, his hand now on the back of your head. "I wasn't expecting that, the kiss I mean, but I… liked it." He explains shyly, surprised by his own words. "Actually, I loved it." He's not lying. He loved the kiss, he loved your words; it's as if a tremendous weight had just been lifted off of him. Part of him tells him not to believe everything you said, but he decides not to. He didn't hear any malice or mischief in your voice. He knows you were being genuine. That's why, choosing to chase the disbelief away, he decides to trust you completely. And that's why, suddenly, without warning, he pulls off the blindfold.

 "What are you doing, Ivar?" You squeak, immediately closing your eyes and picking up the comforter. But as you intend to cover his legs, Ivar grabs your wrists with both hands. "Just leave it where it is." He retorts before letting out a heavy sigh. "And open your eyes."

 You do as you're told, but keep your eyes on his face. There are tears in his eyes and a whirlwind of emotions. "Just look at them, Y/N." He almost commands you, but you know that's a way to hide his true feelings behind bravado. 

 Blinking a few times and scrunching your face, you tilt your head to the side, scrutinizing him. "Are you sure?"

 Your lover just shrugs, biting his lower lip. "Will I ever be?" Taking a deep breath, he adds in a murmur. "But I trust you."

 ***

 Later that night, as you're sound asleep, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist, Ivar can't get sleep, amazed that you didn't run away. He keeps replaying what you did when you saw his legs. You had just smiled. And kissed them one more time. And then thanked him for trusting you, for allowing you to love them. Moved and overwhelmed, he could see the matching tears in your eyes, but no sadness on your face. What he saw instead was relief, and care, and… love? 

 Kissing your head, he mumbles. "It is I who should be thanking you. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, but whatever it was, I'm glad. If angels are real, you're mine. I won't let you go, Y/N, never ever." 

 "I love you…" He finally whispers, taking advantage of your slumber. Well, little does he know you're awake but staying perfectly still. You know you weren't meant to hear those three words, not yet. And it doesn't matter. You can wait. You and Ivar have a lifetime to love each other. 

 All of him. All of you. 

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[natromanxoff]

Queen live at Elland Road in Leeds, UK - May 29, 1982 (Part-1)

The original intention was to play this show at Old Trafford, the home of Manchester United Football Club. Despite it having been cleared by the council and police (and not to mention, tickets had already been printed),

it was the local residents who somehow got the last vote, insisting that the volume of the sound would be disturbing. Residents of Leeds voiced similar complaints after it was announced that the show would be played at Elland Road, but it would go on regardless. There were reports that Queen had paid for residents to move out of their homes for the day, and perhaps this was part of the negotiations with the local authorities. This was unfamiliar territory for the people of Leeds - at the time this is the biggest show ever staged there. The band negotiated a later curfew with the police to ensure they could perform their full show (and with a full light show).

A fan who attended the show vividly recalls the opening bands' sets, saying how The Teardrops Explodes got [lemonade] bottled by the crowd (frontman Julian Cope appeared very nervous throughout his band's set to begin with). Another fan says, "Cope picked one of the bottles up and started hitting himself with it and stretching his arms out saying he was an Argentinian bomber or something. It was during the Falklands war, remember." Some have come to interpret this reaction of Queen fans towards the post-punk opening act as a manifestation of their distaste for Queen's general departure from rock on the Hot Space album. Heart and Joan Jett And The Blackhearts, both hard rock acts, went down well.

Right from the beginning, the band could feel like it was going to be top notch show due to the audience's involvement and enthusiasm. "Too much!" Freddie says to their singing in the fast version of We Will Rock You. After the song, he greets them. "Good evening, Leeds! Hey, it's really nice to be here. You're a wonderful-looking crowd, I'll tell you. You're a fucking amazing crowd, and you don't know what that means to a performer." Action This Day gets a lukewarm response like at most shows, but both the audience and band are truly on fire for the remainder of the evening, perhaps even more so than on the officially-released show from a week later with the title "Queen On Fire: Live At The Bowl." At one point Freddie was almost pulled into the crowd.

As Roger plays the beginning Staying Power, Freddie says, "C'mon, get your funky hats on now, huh?" Tonight the first chorus is "You and me we got... fucking power." This show is a fine example of Freddie's stellar vocal control, especially in Staying Power and Somebody To Love. After the former, he said it was a "fucking motherfucker to sing, I tell you."

Brian, before Love Of My Life: "I wanna tell you, it means a lot to us to come back up here after eight years. We won't wait this long before we come back to Leeds, okay?" But they never would.

Before Save Me, Freddie does a brief improv of Keep Yourself Alive with the audience. Brian then noodles on the piano as he usually does, and you can hear the disappointment of a few audience members as it sinks in that the band aren't going to perform the debut album classic. Freddie would initiate a similar improv in Nagoya a few months later.

A superb version of Back Chat is played tonight, after being absent at the past few shows. Brian gives his absolute all towards the end, bringing it such energy almost to the point of it becoming a completely different song.

Freddie has a slight moment of honesty before Fat Bottomed Girls: "This next song reminds me of all the dirty things I've done in my life, you know. I'm not gonna explain all the things, but you know what I mean. The bigger the tit, the better it is, I kind of think."

At the end of the show, he tells the audience how they were "Absolutely fabulous. We shall not forget you!"

Queen waited until 10pm to go on, as they wanted their lighting show to be at its most effective, but this resulted in a fine from the authorities. They wouldn't be so lucky in Milton Keynes a week later, as seen on the video footage. Despite the various rumours told over the years, the Leeds show was not filmed. Years later Brian May recalled this to be one of his favourite shows, and said he wished they had recorded and filmed this show instead of Milton Keynes.

The first pic was submitted by Fabio Minero.

Here are a few pro pics from this show:

More pictures from this show can be found at http://www.repfoto.com. You have to register as a user.

Various bootleg 45s (such as this one)

were released in the early 90s containing interviews with Brian and Roger done on the afternoon before the Leeds show.

Queen reportedly rehearsed the Hot Space ballad "Las Palabras de Amor" before this show, but it was never performed live.

Part-2

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[volot]

grips u and shakes u. i am so late for this but i will not be deterred!! listen i love your volo portrayal SO FUCKING MUCH words are hard but you just nail his character so damn well and the way you write him is just so special and nice i love it. i love it. there's just Something so special about the way you get his voice and character down into all of your writing with him and!!! it's so great it's a delight to see your replies every single time. also the way you write down his little silly lying ways into even pre reveal things??? chef kiss

GINTER AS WELL BECAUSE GRANDPA IS GREAT AND YOU WRITE HIM SO WELL??? even with SO little material in canon you make him so distinct and your hcs for him feel so in line with him i could see them as canon so easily. love how well you got down the tired old man that has seen Shit but cares even when he pretends he doesn't. you do all of this so fucking well. i care him thank u for writing him

›   ❝  report card, but brutal honesty edition.

AND HERE COMES FAE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR THE DOUBLE PRAISE...........

I HAVE TO PUT THIS ONE UNDER A READ MORE BC IT GOT RIDICULOUSLY LONG........

i feel like i sound like a broken record with how much i keep saying thank you so i'm sorry for saying it so much 😭 but thank YOU. sincerely. from the bottom of my heart. i say this with full honesty when i say that like... people's support really keeps me going. i tend to doubt myself a lot with writing, and namely with a character as popular as volo whose... popular fanon opinions i tend to heavily disagree with, for the most part, as if my 500000 page metas didn't make that obvious enough. because of that, i usually tend to lean towards self-critique and i sometimes wonder if maybe i've got it all wrong, and i often worry my frequent rambling and ooc posts come off as obnoxious and in a sort of soundproof room of me never stopping in running my Big Mouth about this blorboayga from my myths. i've also been out of practice with writing for a few years and my rust is immeasurable, so coming back to writing on tumblr made me indescribably nervous. all of this encouragement really brightens my spirits a whole bunch; just hearing simple things like 'hey, we like your writing funky magic man' brings a smile to my face. :')

EITHER WAY thank you, sincerely, i'm really glad my efforts into trying to write all that i can into him don't go unnoticed! i always worry on sneaking in showcasing how he's lying into pre-betrayal stuff, because i think to myself 'well, maybe i shouldn't? would it be more impactful if i cut it from this writing, to make it more unable to discern if he's being genuine or not? does telegraphing it like that cheapen it? am i telling, rather than showing? or should i keep it, to show the double nature of who he is? is it better for the impact?', so knowing someone appreciates that definitely helps with easing some of those thoughts!

and with ginter, thank you so much again! i wouldn't be exaggerating when i say picking up a character with next to nothing with them and fleshing them out has always been my specialty: i think my last long-standing muse had maybe.. my god, six lines total? in canon? and like, thoughts from the characters around them that i just worked off of, and somehow, it worked. so i'm glad that you enjoy him, too: i think he's a character with a lot of potential, and i was a little sad when he wasn't anything more to him other than just idle shop dialogue. i hope in the dlc, we might see more to him and what's up with him, since volkner's a fan favorite: until then, i'll keep on trucking with grandpa, and developing that sweet ginkgo lore... and amassing the angst with good ol' volkner, of course, because the stuff we've talked about with them Gets My Ass. :')

and before i sign off: to you, fae, i give my praise as well!! as i said with morty, i think ingo and emmet are difficult characters to pull off. being the popular fandom darlings of the 2011, it's easy to water down their characters or shove them into tropey boxes, but you put a lot of charm into ingo and a lot of thought that goes a long way! he feels very natural, and wonderfully pulled off! you really dig into the depth that pla gives him too, and while he bounces magnificently off of morty's emmet - kudos to that too! their relationship feels very natural - you guys manage to strike them as individual people who can stand on their own, while also being the most important character's in each others lives and highlighting how important their bond is. a two car train!!

and i've also mentioned how much i love your volk in dms, but seriously, you made me care for the big lug who i didn't spare a second glance usually because he just wasn't my type of character. that takes a lot of skill, and i can't tell you how much i commend you for it. full speed ahead, and don't lose your spark!

#long post #asks. #ooc. #prompt: portrayal

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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Questions Lead to Answers | Lance Bishop x Fem!reader

Prompt: Asking an artificial person questions is easy, but the answers, could lead to something a little different.

WARNINGS: Smut, light fluff, and rough sex.

Words: 3.8k

notes: if there is bad grammer, im sorry! PLEASE READ!!! (BIG CREDS TO SQUILF FOR REFRENCING THE PART WHERE (SPOILERS!!) ROBOT RELATIONSHIP TALK COMES IN AND ALSO THE IDEA OF GETTING DRUNK AND KISSING HIM!!) (If you think I haven't credited them for other things please let me know so i can credit them!)

Waking up from Cryosleep is always hard, like when you feel nauseous after finally waking up, or Sergeant Apone always on your ass. You rise up from your bed, peacefully, not feeling the need to vomit, and sleeping away from Apone. This was gonna be a great trip, you thought. You had heard the rumors of a new synthetic being put on board, or a new crewmate but nothing else about the situation.

You didn't say hello to anyone except for Hicks and Drake, as you had met them before beginning this trip. You were very new to the crew as this was your first trip with them. Before you could get a chance to hear Apone's morning bullshit, you rushed over to get your flight suit. 

As soon as you are done with that, you rush over to the cafeteria as fast as you could, not trying to catch the attention of anyone, keeping as quiet as possible. About half way there you're about to turn a corner when you see a pretty average height… male? You aren't sure but it makes you stop in your tracks. You try to stay as quiet as possible, trying to slip past him but when you tried to take a step, he turns around. He looks straight into your eyes, with soft ones.

You have never seen him before, not even when you were getting ready for cryosleep. "I'm sorry…" you whisper "no need." He says as clear as day, his voice almost soothing and a little deeper then you had imagined he would sound like when you saw his face. "I'm Bishop." He exclaims softly "I'm sorry if I scared you." He adds. "No, no your fine." You say, louder than you intended. He smiles at your response, a tight but soft smile. 

In all honesty, you were a little creeped out by the situation you were in but you couldn't deny that he was attractive. "I'm Y/n" you say awkwardly. "Well hello Y/n. Would you like me to walk you to the cafeteria?" "Uh… sure…" you answer softly and he starts walking and you catch up to his side. You walk to the cafeteria slowly, taking in every moment of your new surroundings and him, but you do not talk. 

He locks eyes with yours for a second as you look back at him and then he parts ways with you but not before he smiles which makes you blush. You just stand there, in the middle of the cafeteria awkwardly, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to do anything other than breath. When you finally notice your situation and surroundings, you get your shit together and find that you need to get food, which Bishop seems to be passing around. And of course the first person he walks over to, is you.

You aren’t even seated yet when he asks you, "do you want some cornbread" you are still anxious from all the new eyes gazing over at you "uh.. uh.. sure!!" You say and you take it. You don't look back and walk away to where Hicks is sitting with another crewmate. "Hey guys!" You blurt out and they look at you all smiley as you sit down finally. "Whats up man!" The unknown man smiles widely. "I'm Hudson, and he's Hicks" He says, lowering the smile on his face to a grin, awaiting your response. "I'm Y/n! I've met Hicks!" "Well great!" Hudson shrugs off. 

Hudson turns his head to Bishop, who was still serving cornbread. Bishop notices Hudson looking at him, and reaches out with the cornbread, raising an eyebrow. "Hey Bishop man, Do the thing with the knife!" "Oh please no-" he gets cut of by Hudson's begging and finally steps over to Hudson. Drake is standing right next to him and offers to play the game with Bishop. 

Bishop places his large hand over Drake's and pulls out the knife he has in one of the many pockets on his flight suit. He places the knife in between their fingers and starts. He raises the knife in and out of between both fingers, gliding to a new set each time at unhuman speeds. Your eyes widen, thinking he's going to hurt himself or Drake. You had almost reached your hand out to stop them but it ended.

A wave of reassurance washes over you and you are finally calm. Bishop heads to sit down right next to you and you freeze in your seat. "I thought you never missed Bishop." Says one of the voices at the table. You look over to see the man with white liquid in his fingertips. You are in shock when you see this.

"Oh… I thought you were… nevermind" you blurt and he looks over at you "is there a problem?" He says softly. "No, no, I just wasn't expecting you to be a synthetic on board" you say quietly "I prefer the term "artificial human" myself" He smiles. "Ok then!" You smile back. "We always have an andr- artificial human on board. It's standard practice, he's just new." A man called from the other side of the table. You just nodded, getting a bad, creepy vibe from him. 

…….

It's been a fine day, and everyone is bringing out the drinks for a celebration of some sort, maybe to celebrate the first day out here. You have never had alcohol before, or any type of drink like that, so you were very nervous about how to act around everyone. You try to stay near to Drake, Hicks, and Hudson if you could. The first line of shots were rounded around you and the others. You took your first. It was a strong taste, but you loved it but didn't want to ask for more. Drake slides you over another and you take it

Apone was yelling at Hudson for a reason you didn't know. It's cause that's how drunk people act, you thought. You were 7 shots in and feeling woozy, but you needed more. You could barely walk, but you could walk over to grab the bottle, which had the marines cheering you on. "CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" They cheered and you did. After that you could barely see straight and everyone was heading off to bed, except for Drake and an unnamed female. It was time for you to go, but you had the urge to see someone. You get up from the table and head out.

You found him. You continue your search, as drunk you is more persistent than sober you. You pass the docking and loading unit, but you still can't find him until "Y/n?" A familiar voice says, and you bolt around, not saying anything but wanting to scream. It's Bishop, emerging from the darkness. "Y/n what are you doing here?" He chuckles deeply. "I- i- Bishop- I was looking for… you…" you say, speech slurred. 

You walk up to him slowly, and unsteady. "You should have been there" You blurt and he smiles "I'm sure I would have enjoyed it" "I missed you" you smile drunkenly. You walk even closer to him and he just stands there, waiting for you. You plant your face in his chest, not knowing what was happening right now, but you liked it. He grabbed your waist and you blushed, hard. "You should be in bed right now." He hushes softly "but…" you smile wider, looking up at him. 

you get up to kiss him again.. Your teeth clash as you kiss him deeply. He puts his hands behind your back, but it ends as soon as it begins. You pull away to catch your breath, and he looks at you blankly. 

You fall forward, head meeting his neck and he holds you to support you. You never want this moment to end but… everything goes blurry.

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You wake up to the normal nonsense, but this time with a burning headache, and Apone screaming at Hudson - but all of you at the same time but mostly Hudson - and getting everyone up. You feel like screaming. It's bad. You're rubbing your head, knowing that you were going on a mission today. To check on the Colonists of LV-426 since they hadn't heard from them in a while. Then you remembered it. Kissing bishop while you were drunk, it was the only thing you could remember from that night.

"Shit" you murmur and you get up fast. You get past everyone slowly and put on clothes, getting ready for the day. 

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You get down to the room where the ships and transporters are held and you see him. "Fuck…" you whisper and he looks at you but you just walk away. You hop on the drop ship and sit alone as it falls down to LV-426. 

You get off and it's guns up. You are just there to supervise everyone so you don't have one. You know Bishop is coming down too but you stray far from him. 

You get inside the building and start to search but you see nothing. But when you get to a certain lab, you do. You see things that shock you there. In tubes, what looks to be a horseshoe crab with a long flexible tail is preserved in there. Until it moves. You jump in place at the sight of it and now you are shaken up… great, you thought. Such a great day so far. Everyone leaves to check out other things which leaves you on another path of your own. 

You reach the lab again and only to see Bishop… dissecting something? You knew he was gonna see you, alone nonetheless. Unless you could sneak past him, but you really didn't want to waste your energy doing so. Right when you were about to turn the other way, "Y/n, I want to show you something." He says politely and you blush "shit" you whisper. You walk towards him awkwardly and you see one of those… things under his hand, which was holding a scalpel. "That's a nice pet you have there, Bishop…" "magnificent isn't it" 

He started to ramble on about the thing he was dissecting and you had to admit his passion about it was quite cute. But you broke it with "Bishop…" you say quietly and he turns his full attention to you. "I'm sorry" you whisper anxiously. He grabs your hand which you are surprised about. You knew that androids can't touch people unless they are in danger of falling or they need to steady them or carry them. "I- you can't usually touch me." You exclaim. "Unless of emergency situations, I know, but I'm reflecting off of our relationship." 

"Relationship?!" You blush, knowing exactly what he meant but still acting clueless.  "You kissed me" He said confidently. You blushed even harder " Bishop, I was drunk I didn't-, I mean I did mean it but…" you smile. You noticed how close you were with him and you knew you needed to back up. "I can always change our relationship status if you want." "Wait? Are you saying we have a romantic relationship in your system… Bishop…" you say sadly. "Well, I cannot have a partner, but If a crewmember wants and gives consent, I can access my sexual functions to pleasure the crewmember for their physical needs." 

"Ok… I thought robo- artificial humans were just flat down there." 

"Well, we aren't and yes, I do have one" He smiles and you blush feverishly. "My system could also trigger an erection if needed." "So you can get hard by what? Seeing some pretty?" "Well, its more like when someone makes a sexual joke or gesture that "turns me on"" "Will you kiss me again?" He whispers but you hear him and climb in him from where he is sitting so that you are in his lap and he smiles as you kiss him gently then you kiss him hard, lips clashing and he kisses you back. "Was that ok?" He asks and you nod and nuzzle your head in his neck. "Bishop… can we… further this?" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Mhm" 

But just before you could kiss him again, you heard footsteps towards the lab. "shitttt" you murmur and jump off of him and he frowns and you glance at the door. It's that weird dude from before. "Hello there…" He says seeing the two of you close to each other, not thinking anything of it. "Oh hello Bishop and Y/n, how are you?" He says. But before you could speak, he cuts you off "I don't think we've properly met, im Burke." "Ok… hi Burke, since you already know my name, I guess we don't have to properly meet." You say a little annoyed.

"Oh, yeah then." He exclaims anxiously as he shoots his hand around the back of his hand "I'm just here to tell you it's time to leave, the Colonists are safe, they just weren't responding." "Ok then, let's get outta here" you say and the three of you leave to the drop ship. 

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You sit alone again, only this time, holding in sexual frustration. You wanted him, you needed him but you couldn't think of that now, it wasn't professional of you to have thoughts of intercourse with a ROBOT… no, you felt completely disgusted now. But also ashamed and you had to go back to talk to him about what was happening and how you felt, looking for someone, anyone to tell you if what you were feeling was ok or not.

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You sit alone in your quarters, pondering endlessly. But the thought of going to see him was tempting. "Ah fuck it" you sigh as you get up, still in your pajamas to go to the place you knew you would find him. His lab. You walk alone, mildly afraid of something happening to you, or that someone would catch you going to see him. You finally got up to the lab and to no surprise, he was there, working on that thing he had taken back with him. "Bishop-" you whisper, secretly hoping he wouldn’t hear but he did. "Y/n, come in, I knew you would come see me" He smirked. 

"Yeah i- yeah." You say frowning. He walks up to you slowly and kisses you like he had done before. You grab the back of his waist and kiss him back. He smiles at your lips. Next thing you know, you are in his arms and he's guiding you to a table. You gasp, not expecting him to be able to lift you up. He sets you down on the table and pushes you back slightly. You blush, knowing that you weren't wearing anything under your pajama gown. 

Without warning, he pushes his hand up your gown, getting feverishly close to your area. He opens your legs with one hand. "B- Bishop" you moan softly, aching for him to go farther, to touch you. He looks up at you "are you ready?" He asks and you nod as he continues. His other hand is reaching for your breasts but instead of touching them, he unbuttons your gown, slowly taking it off to see your beautiful breasts, then taking them in his palm and squeezing them, making sure not to hurt you. 

"Ah Bishop…" you moan and he smiles, knowing that he's pleasuring you. He moves his hand farther until he reaches your warmth and sinks two fingers down to your clit and makes you flinch. You were very wet for him already soaking and dripping down your leg. His fingers start to move in a circle around your clit and your legs start to shake, you can't escape the pleasure running through your veins. 

He continued to swivel his fingers around your clit, making you whine and quiver under him, going feral. You now were shaking with pleasure that you couldn't control anymore. "Bishop im- I'm about to come" you shout through hard quick breaths. "Then cum for me sweetheart" He says as he smiles, knowing that he's getting the job done correctly. You explode with all the strength you have, going completely numb. This is the strongest orgasm you have ever had in your life.

Your chest is rising and falling and you're panting. "I'm guessing I did good" He grinned and you nodded slightly, still coming down through your high. With 2 fingers already on your now swollen clit, he drags them down to your entrance, and without warning, shoved them in you while smirking at you and keeping eye contact and you squealed. "Bishop!!" You yell. Thank the gods that this is a noise proof room, so you couldn't scream his name all you wanted.

He dragged his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, curling them and getting close enough to your ear that he could whisper sweet nothings in them. "You are very tight Y/n" "thank you" you bite your lip and smile while holding in the urge to scream out his name. "Will I fit?" He asks as he quickened his pace, knowing that it would make it harder to talk for you. "How about- mph- you show me- agh!!" You whisper and he slows down, then completely stops to get up from on top of you, to unzip his flight suit.

He finally gets his flight suit all the way down and you can see everything, from his chest, which actually had a little bit of abs, to his cock from where he is standing and the position you are in. He has the perfect size for you, about 6 inches fully hard. He smiles as he notices you looking at it. "Will it hurt, because you know I cannot hurt you, and I only want to please you." He says shyly, but politely. "No, it won't, just start off slow and everything will be fine." You reassure him. 

 "I have to tell you this before we start. By performing sexual intercourse, I cannot get you pregnant, nor give you any stds or stis. Would you like to proceed?" "Yes Bishop, I would like you to fuck me." You say and he smiles. His cock is pressed up against your leg and you bite your lip. You sit up a little to guide him to your entrance. 

He pushed the tip between your folds and straight up to your clit making you shudder. He brings it down to your entrance, and pushes in slightly. "Ah!!" You cry in pleasure. He's not even an inch in and you are crying out for him. He looks up at you, worried but you smile at him, which calms his system. "Please" you look up at him with big puppy eyes and he looks back at you with his, pushing about half way in.

You want to scream out his name, for him to go further but it turns out to be just a whine and now he's all the way in. "Ah! Bishop!" You moan and your head rolls back onto the table as he looks up at you and smiles once more. He starts up a pace that is painfully slow, to which he moans softly, thrusting deep inside of you and you arch your back so it's easier for him to go even deeper, even though you were belly up. You start to move your hips around his cock, silently begging for him to speed up. "Bishop… faster!" You almost scream out for him. 

He speeds up to a comfortable pace but you still want more as you are a moaning mess now, but you still wanted more and maybe if "you're doing s- so well" you moan and he grunts as he speeds up, grabbing the side of your hips and pulling you inwards. "AH!!" You scream out. "Don't st- stop!!" You cry out, tears brimming your bottom lashes. He's trusting even harder, hitting your gspot and cervix every time. A single tear streams down your face. He's grunting and growling from pleasure going through him, more like sparks building up in him, ready to burst.

Next thing you know his fingers are on your clit again, circling fast around you, pushing you farther out to the edge. You're barely holding on. "Im- Im- gonna cum Bishop please!" You yell out and he sees that you are shaking under him so "please cum for me y/n" he says and his voice makes you just go wild. You shudder and quiver under him, your orgasm flowing through you at high speeds. It's even more powerful than the last one. As you are coming down, a hot liquid shoots unto your pussy, making you moan, just knowing that he is finished but he fucks you through it.

Your breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. He slows down, then stops. While he's still in you, he bends down to wrap his arms around you and kiss you as you are still panting. "Did I do ok?" He asks. "Bishop" you pant "you did amazing" you say and he grins. "Thank you" he adds. 

He stands, pulling out of you slowly, and sliding on his flight suit. You got up, sorely and he rushed over to help you. "Y/n, are you ok?" He asks "Yeah I'm all good!" You get up, slipping on your flightsuit and you kiss him once more. You leave the room, holding his hand. 

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you get back to the cryo room where everyone was getting ready to go back to sleep, to return to the ship you came from. You weren't ready to say bye to Bishop just yet so you pull him over to the side. "Hey Bishop?" You say and he turns over to you "I'll miss you, ya know" you smirk as you pull him down for a kiss. It doesn't last long but it was worth it just incase you don't see him again. 

"No you won't, im just an artificial person. You can always upload my data into another Bishop model." He says "I will miss you, trust me. And I know I can, and I probably will" you giggle. "I'll sure miss you Y/n, and I won't forget you just incase you do." He smiles and you release his hand and walk into the room. 

You both part your ways to get to your chainbers. You watch him get undressed, down to his underwear and you remember the moment you two had together and you sigh, slumping in place in your bed. Hicks comes over to shut the top of your bed down and you smile at him and he smiles back. You smile as you are going to sleep. And of you go to dreamland as you finally feel peace.

#lance bishop #fanfic #smut fanfiction #smut #al apone #william hudson #Carter Burke #lance bishop x reader #fluff #bishop is bby #artificial person #android #synthetic #robot

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is part 2. After meeting him for the first time things heat up quickly between you and Marcus Moreno.

How serious will things actually get between you? Can you help heal each other's broken hearts?

Warnings, XXX smut, female receiving oral sex, fluff, unprotected sex, not for anyone under 18.

Your daughter went away for the weekend to stay with her paternal grandparents.

For the first time in years you were enjoying a kid free weekend. It felt great, but the silence was a little strange.

You hadn't been out on a date with anyone in years, and you were nervous.

Friday night Marcus picked you up and the two of you went to a nice restaraunt for dinner and drinks.

You were dressed up and looked gorgeous. He was unable to take his eyes off of you.

Marcus was a gentleman and made you feel very comfortable.

The two of you shared stories about your daughters, Your spouses and their backgrounds.

Your beloved husband was a first generation Cuban American. His parents were Cuban exiles. It was difficult for you to stop talking about him because you still loved him with every fiber of your soul.

"I'm sorry for rattling on about my husband". You finally explained with a slight laugh. "This must be incredibly awkward".

"Don't worry about it". Marcus replied with a slight smile. "I know what it's like to lose someone that you love".

He caressed your hand gently, putting you immediately at ease.

After dinner the conversation continued in the parking lot.

"I haven't been out on a date in ages". Marcus confessed with a slight laugh. "I hope I did well?"

His self depreciating words made you laugh loudly and you gave his arm a playful little slap.

"I like your laugh, your smile, everything". He confessed, smiling sweetly and looking into your eyes. "When I first saw you I thought "Wow, this is Lizzette's mother?"

You leaned in first and Marcus kissed you deeply and passionately. For a man who made so many jokes about being socially awkward he was anything but.

As you ran your hands through his soft, brown hair you took in the exquisite scent of his cologne as your tongues tangled together.

Marcus smelled as heavenly as he looked. His pouty lips felt soft against your skin.

He had awakened many things, mental and physical, that you haven't felt in years. Your cunt was drooling at the mere thought of what might happen next.

"Where do we go from here? Your place or mine?" Marcus whispered into your ear.

"Yours". You replied quickly.

As soon as the two of you were through the front door things moved onto the sofa.

You were making out like a pair of horny teenagers. You sat on his lap as you kissed, you could feel his long and thick cock harden between your legs.

"I don't have any condoms here". Marcus explained with a cute little laugh as he started to kiss your neck.

"I'm sorry".

"It's OK, I'm on the pill and I've only been with my husband". You whispered back.

"Are you sure?" He asked one more time.

"Yes". You whispered back. "You can do whatever you want with me".

"How do you like it?" Marcus whispered, nibbling on your ear.

"I like it soft, and gentle". You answered back.

Marcus rolled you over on your back and helped you out of your blouse and bra. He began to kiss and massage your breasts tenderly, causing you to moan in delight from his touch.

His soft lips traveled further, his beard tickling you, down your bellybutton, below your old c-section scar, he tugged your skirt down, revealing your underwear.

Marcus pulled you closer and began to teasingly lick your wet, aching cunt through the soft material.

He pulled your panties down and began to softly kiss, lick and nibble on your wet and swollen anatomy.

Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head as his nose brushed against your erect clit.

Marcus was making love to you with his mouth, your body was shaking from pleasure and he had only just begun.

It was soft, gentle yet intense at the same time. He loved your taste and scent and was showing you that by lingering there so long.

You could tell that he absolutely loved what he was doing to you.

You reached up and playfully started undoing his belt, a silent cue that you wanted to see ALL of him.

Marcus stopped long enough to remove his own clothes. He was hung, and thick. You were slightly intimidated by his size.

He must've seen the look of surprise on your face because he immediately said with a slight laugh,

"I saw that look, don't worry, I won't hurt you".

As you desired Marcus was careful with you. You hadn't been intimate with anyone for several years so every kiss, lick and nibble felt even more electric.

Once the two of you were in the comfort of his bed the foreplay continued.

As he massaged your hard clit with his thumb Marcus penetrated your wet, throbbing cunt with his tongue.

You were pleasure and affection starved, Marcus could sense this.

His mouth, and his large, strong hands were being careful. Marcus's touch was soft and gentle.

With his head between your legs his hands gripped your hips as he licked, sucked and tongue fucked you into pure ecstasy.

You experienced a full body, shaking orgasm with his tongue inside of your body as he tenderly stroked your inner thigh with his free hand.

"Oh Marcus". You moaned, as you arched your back and grabbed a handful of the soft sheets, your legs still open. "Fuck".

Your reaction made Marcus laugh a little. He positioned himself on top and as he slowly, softly kissed you he carefully slid his large cock into your soaking wet cunt.

You were tight, and he was well endowed. At first Marcus had a difficult time thrusting due to your anatomy. Your tightness was practically strangling his fat cock, his girth felt so good inside of your body within minutes you could feel your own climax building.

"Marcus, you're huge, fuck". You cursed with a slight laugh as you looked deeply into his gorgeous brown eyes. "You're going to make me cum and you're not even doing anything".

Marcus laughed a little at the honesty of your words and began to thrust at a slightly faster pace.

Your head was swimming from pleasure and you felt a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout your entire body as you enjoyed your own climax with a weak whimper.

Your fingernails had dug into his back, drawing a light amount of blood.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologized immediately, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No, no, it's okay". Marcus said with a slight laugh.

He couldn't pull out in time and ended up cumming deep inside of you. You could feel the warmth of his massive load fill your cunt and begin to spill out.

"I meant to pull out". He told you quickly as a shocked look appeared on his gorgeous face. "But you felt so good".

"I'm so affection starved". You told him with a slight laugh. "I haven't been kissed since my husband was killed".

"Oh y/n". Marcus replied with a misty eyed smile as he pulled you into his arms and kissed you. "I feel the same, I've been busy raising my daughter and with other things that I've forgotten about my own needs".

The two of you took a quick shower together and then headed to his bedroom to relax.

Marcus opened a nice bottle of wine and ordered a pizza. You spent the rest of the night eating, drinking, watching late night television and talking about your daughters.

"This has been the best adult sleepover ever". You told him with a laugh as you toasted to the night's activities. "I look forward to doing this again someday".

"Me too, y/n". Marcus said with a wistful smile.

"I don't usually do, well, all that on a first date". You told him with a slightly embarrassed smile. "But I feel so comfortable around you".

"I don't either". Marcus replied as he burst into laughter. "But it felt, right, in more ways than one".

Before falling asleep the two of you shared a few more kisses. Marcus held you tight in his strong arms all night long and then cooked steak and eggs the next morning for breakfast.

When you picked Lizzette up Sunday night from her grandparents house she greeted you with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

You were smiling and glowing differently, your daughter noticed this.

"Mom, you're actually smiling!" Lizzette exclaimed. "I guess you had a great weekend too!"

"Yes I did kiddo". You told her with that massive smile still plastered on your face. "It was just perfect".

The end

#marcus moreno #smut tag #fanfic smut #marcus moreno fanfic #fanfic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal #imagine

[priyankaraa]

Punishment||T.H

Pairing:Tom Holland × Female!Reader

Warnings:Smut and mentions of sex.

Summary:Tom embaresses you at a family event so you decide to punish him when you'll get home.

It’s been a lazy week and you mostly spent it sleeping or hanging out with Tom. But last the night, you had the best experience ever. Yes, it was not your first but with Tom it’s so different. He makes you feel special even when he is fucking the life out of you. He was a true gentleman even in the bed.

As your eyes fluttered open the next morning, you noticed that the space next to you on the bed was empty. You slowly woke up and went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and then put on one of Tom’s shirts. You walked into the kitchen thinking about getting some food when you saw Tom sitting at the table on his lap top sipping some coffee.

You stood, staring at him for a while before placing a kiss on his bare shoulder, seeing that he was just using sweatpants. He turned around at looked at with love in his eyes.

“Good morning love. Did you sleep well?” Tom asked knowing how happy you was after the events that occurred last night.

“I did, Thomas.” The was his full name rolled of your tongue was enough to make him hard. You walked back into the kitchen and fixed yourself some coffee, before sitting down on the couch watching TV.

“My mother invited us for lunch, if you don’t mind.” You heard Tom’s sweet voice, as you sipped on your coffee.

“Of course I don’t mind. I love your family.” You gave home a smile.

“Not as much as you love me, though, right?” It came out almost as question. You just placed a soft kiss on his lips and walked off into your shared bedroom. You changed into a casual summer dress and then the two of you left.

The drive wasn't that long. Tom had his hand on your thigh the entire time. He had a way of controlling you. He never took his eyes of the road and he had an evil smirk on his face. Everytime you looked at him, you couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip.

Finally you arrived at the house. You felt relieved when you jumped out and he removed his hand. Oh, he knew what he was doing. As you'll entered the house, you greeted everyone. Nikki was like a second mum to you. You and Tom were childhood friends, in fact you spent most of your time with the Holland's. You were part of the family and Dominic and Nikki were ecstatic when they found out you'll were dating.

Then there was Harrison, Jacob, Sam and Harry. They knew too much about your relationship with Tom, because he couldn't keep a secret and told them. Every fucking time you'll had sex, he would start describing it. You were more on the shy side compared to Tom. And unlucky for you, you'll just sex last night.

" It was amazing mate, I'm telling you. She's so fucking tight, it's crazy. And she moans like a porn star and I love it." He was taking so loud that You were sure that his parents heard of too. You suddenly became red with embarrassment when Nikki approached you in the kitchen.

"Y/N, sweety. Now I know that you and Tom are having sex, but I want to make sure that you'll are safe." Awkward. Nikki is now talking about your sex life with her son. You were so gonna murder him when you'll get home.

"Of course, Nikki. I always make sure that Tom uses a condom." You could think of an excuse so honesty was the next best thing.

"As much as I want grandkids, I just think that it's too soon."

"I couldn't agree more."

At dinner, you sat next to Tom. His hand took its place on your thigh and you felt a shiver go down your spine at the contact. His thumb grazed over your bare skin and he smirked to himself. You tried to act as if you were unmoved by his actions but honestly you undies were getting soaked. Tom moved his hand higher up your thigh until he could touch your heat. As soon as you felt his fingers graze against your clit, your breath hitched as you swallowed harshly.

Tom noticed how nervous and aroused you had become. He tried to make it not too obvious so he did everything really slowly, teasing you in the process. He swiftly moved your panty to the side and placed his fingers into you. It felt so good that you had to bite your tongue to hold back your pornographic moans. Eventually, everyone had finished eating and Tom removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and tasting it. That was enough to make you completely wet.

As the night went on, you had become more embarrassed when Harry and Sam started teasing you and Tom about your sex life. It was a touchy subject seeing that Tom had taken your virginity away, and it wasn't something that you could easily talk about. So when the teasing started, you felt yourself tensing up. You blamed Tom for all of this, if he knew how to keep things secret you wouldn't have to deal with this embarrassment now.

Everyone went outside into the garden to sit in the sunlight leaving you alone with Tom in the kitchen. He knew you was pissed, your expression and the way you glanced at him said everything. He hated to admit but but he was shit scared of you. You were not gonna let him get away with this, so let the punishment begin.

"Tommy, you have been a bad boy tonight!" You said smirking.

"So what are you gonna do about it?" He said returning that smirk.

"I'm gonna fucking tease you, you gonna regret teasing me." You said seductively.

"I'd like to see you try!" He said laughing a little.

"Don't sass me, Thomas!" You said before waking away. You knew that he was staring at you so you made sure to saw your hips, making him go hard.

You sat down gonna bench in the garden, enjoying the view of the plants in the moonlight whilst talking to his family. But you couldn't help but over hear Tom's conversations with Harrison.

"My plan worked, mate. She is so pissed off that tonight we will have amazing sex. I really love her mate. She's the best thing that has happened to me." You smiled to yourself, while chatting away to Sam.

"So Y/N, I heard about your encounter with Tom last night. Honestly, he couldn't stop talking about it. He must really love you." Said Harry.

" Yeah and I really love him too."

The rest of the evening went by well until you'll reached home. Tom couldn't contain himself and starting kissing you before you'll were even in the bedroom. That night you'll had the most passionate sex ever and you did tease and punish him a hell of a lot but he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it.

A/N:I thought that I should be more active on my Tumblr so I will be posting alot more. Thank you to everyone who reads my imagines and like them. Much appreciated. 😘❤❤

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[xx-eatmyheart-xx]

I'm a little late with this one but I kinda had a little block. Hope you like it! 🌸

@obsessedandthirsty @electroma89 @sanguinandoscrivo

-Abigail

4 - New Starts

The streets of Gotham were busy with hurried people every single day of the town's painful existence. No one seemed to care for anyone and that's why when those no ones were walking towards their destination, whether it was their working place or their own homes, their attention never cared to focus on other no ones like Arthur. It looked like he was invisible to every single person that passed near him and his swinging sign, nobody seemed to notice his cheerful dance in front of the music shop.

And well, nobody seemed to see the group of little vandals steal the bright yellow sign from him, nor did them give a single fuck when he was chasing the kids and screaming for others to stop them.

He hated that city.

He hated being invisible, he hated being a no one, he hated running after those stupid teens.

And now he was hating being beaten up by them, curled up on the ground, without any type of power over the situation.

While his vision was getting blurry, his thoughts were limpid: he was thinking of Y/n. Arthur had gladly found out that he was able to concentrate on her smile so hard that the pain would slowly fade away, as if it morphed into a simple background buzz. Surely a little annoying, but still a lot more bearable.

"Hey! HEY!"

Arthur couldn't understand if something had scared them away or if they were simply done toying with him, the image of her bright eyes was blocking out everything else from his mind. But as his sight was leisurely coming back with an imperceptible ring in his ears, he had started to line out a thin silhouette at the end of the dirt alley running toward him.

The apparently unreal phantom became a lot less imaginary when a hand reached down to Arthur and a pair of arms helped him sit on the ground, feather-like hands holding his sore shoulders.

"Oh lord, Arthur? Arthur can you hear me?"

The clown nodded, a little confused, and as he was gaining back his sight, the voice lulling his aching body seemed awfully familiar all of the sudden.

Was it really her?

His eyes finally managed to center on the person holding him: a worried look met his own and a tear escaped the beautiful irises that were staring at him.

Did he really run that way? Was he really that close to her shop?

Or was she just passing by?

Could he seriously have been so lucky?

"Arthur tell me something!"

She was so so worried.

When was the last time someone looked at him with true and pure concern?

He couldn't remember one.

He shook his head, still a little disoriented.

Please don't let it be an illusion.

Don't let her be an illusion.

"Y-Y/n I... I, them, I I..."

Words failed him as the anxiety and the stress of the fresh abuse were beginning to make their way to his brain. His throat was immediately dry, in a moment his lungs couldn't remember how to work properly, leaving the poor man agonizingly breathless.

Why was she there?

"Haha... Ha... Hahaha... Hahaha-"

A smack echoed through the alley as his own hand harshly hit his mouth in a hopeless attempt to suffocate the uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Y/n saw his body bending over and painfully starting to shake uncontrollably, his face had contorted into a grimace that screamed pain so loud she could feel it scratching her skin.

He wanted so bad for her to just run away, scared of his bizzarre and horrific behavior like everyone else.

Everything would've been so much easier.

Why was she still there? Why was she looking at him like that? Was she going to make fun of him? Was he really crying in front of her?

Was she-

"It's okay"

Her hug was firm and warm, arms grabbing his convulsing body and securing it against her own.

What?

----------------------

Arthur had to take a few minutes breathing with his face buried in Y/n's neck but at the end he had managed to calm down. It was a first time for him, he knew no one ever stroked his hair while he was having an episode, it all had felt so different and strange.

It had made him feel uncomfortably safe.

She hadn't cared for the tight grip he had on her, nor did she complain about the smudget makeup on her jacket. And now that he was sitting on her couch with a cup of hot tea in his hands, everything felt even more safely surreal.

It had started to look so impossible to him for her to be that kind that at the end of the story he was sure that was real: he couldn't be able to hallucinate someone being so gentle with him.

His mind couldn't do something like that.

It could picture a hug, a kiss, the two of them cuddling in his bed, even Y/N naked in his shower.

But that?

He could never have imagined it.

It was too much for him.

He didn't deserve that.

"How are you feeling Arthur?"

Still, she was standing in front of him with a beautiful smile on her delicate face and a bag of ice in her hands. Y/n sat right beside Arthur and put the bag on his shoulder, relieving the ache that a big bruise was giving him. Things like that remembered him how skinny, how powerless, fragile and useless his body was. His dark place was suffocating him once again and once again he was letting it take control.

"Y/n"

"Yes, Arthur?"

He had fell silent once the fit was eventually over, that was the first word after almost an hour since then.

"Earlier, in the alley... That was... I have..."

His voice trailed off, abandoning the sentence little by little.

Why was it so difficult with her? He didn't have his little card with him but he totally could explain his condition. Then why there was no way words would come out?

"A neurological conditon, I know"

He was unexpectedly confused one more time that day.

"How do you..."

"I... I knew a... person with a very similar condition"

"but we can do something about it, right, doctor?"

The screams were echoing through the white walls of the empty hallway, were Y/n could hear them loud and clear.

"I'm sorry to tell you that ma'am, but that's a neurological condition, we can't help that"

Another scream, another torturing cry of pain.

You could hear her head bashing against the wall as if you were in that same room.

"isn't there something we can try?"

"we tried everything"

Foggy memories were passing by in front of your eyes as the buried fear threatened to climb out of its grave.

Arthur could not replace her, being his friend wouldn't bring her back.

He could not redeem your mistakes, nothing could delete what had happened.

But you did still care, and yes, even if he did remember you of her, it was not because you wanted a second chance, but because you really saw something in him.

And whilst your brain was full of something you hadn't thought of for a long time, you could still see the now bare face of the clown. He was completely zoning out, all Arthur could focus on was how your apartment was just like he had imagined: lovely and welcoming, just like you.

The two of you had your minds in two completely different places even though you were looking at the same thing, your living room. But it was okay, it was pleasant, safe. You were just enjoying each other's company.

His sight was scanning your little open space, with the kitchen in a corner and the sofa where you two were sitting right in front of it, only the TV and the white furniture where it was standing dividing the two spaces. The carpets, the pictures on the wall, the color combinations and even the textures, everything there made him think about you, every little piece of that space remembered him of your ethereal being. Since your first encounter, the scrawny clown had discovered that contemplating the idea of you made his chest warm, almost as you had a calming effect on his anxiety.

Maybe he should've said something.

"Thanks again Y/n"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want"

Arthur tensed a little and squeezed the cup in his hands as he frantically answered, a gesture that you quickly registered. He was so nervous now, you had the urge to hug him tight but succeeded in restraining yourself from doing it.

Instead you stood up and walked up to the counter in you kitchen, took a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and went back to the couch to give it to Arthur.

"Call me whenever you want to"

He had lost count of how many times you had him confused that day. On the little piece of paper perfectly ripped there was noted a phone number, clearly yours.

But why would you do something like that? Was that a cruel joke?

"You're my friend, I just want to help... And get to know you a little better. So you can call me both when you're not feeling well and when you just want to talk"

"I... Am just confused. Why would you...?"

"Cause this city is horrible. Every single person in this city is horrible. And you're the only one that has showed a little interest in someone else rather than yourself. When you get to know someone new in this city the first thing they say is how rich or poor they are, it's all about money, all about them and them only. It's a never-ending herd of egoistic assholes. But when we had the chance to talk, when you were performing in my shop, you told me about your mother, your dreams and how happy makes you hearing kids singing with you. And that is so rare here in Gotham that I don't want to lose you in the crowd"

Wow.

Where you real though?

You had left him simply speechless. Over the years he had never ever heard someone talk about him like that, in all honesty he had never heard someone talk about someone else like that.

You were really special, weren't you?

He was able to see right through you smile. There was just a honest and kind interest in him, and although it had always seemed impossible for him that someone else could care for his well being, the expression on your face was melting each of his doubts away.

He had always been the one that cared for others, first being his mother, and how it seemed like someone wanted to take care of him.

His smile grew little by little, bringing a tint of almost invisible rose on the man's cheeks.

"Thank you, again"

There were no other words to be said, his expression was enough for you to understand his gratitude. After a minute of contemplating your handwriting, Arthur stood up and turned to face you.

"I'm afraid I have to go now"

"Sure, let me get you to the door"

Said door wasn't that far away, but it was still nice having you with him till there. Saying goodbye was kinda... Sad. Yeah, sad was the right word, for both of you. Arthur had to go back to his reality, once home he had to wash off the little residues of the makeup that were still staining his skin, get dinner ready for his mother, put her to bed and spend the night in his room, staring at ceiling, hoping morning would come soon. And then start all over again.

But what about you? What would you have to go back to?

He wanted to ask you so bad.

Well, maybe...

"Goodnight, Y/n"

"Goodnight, Arthur"

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[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, substances

I do not own the rights to these lyrics.

CHAPTER 13

Sam’s POV

How you ain't say you was movin' forward?

Honesty hurts when you're gettin' older

I gotta say I'll miss the way you need me, yeah

Why you ain't say you was gettin' bored?

Why you ain't say I was fallin' short?

How’d you lead me out so far away?

I plucked at the strings of my guitar as Talia sang along, her knees tucked close to her as she watched me. Every pleasant note of her voice warranted a satisfied and peaceful smile. She closed her eyes, zoning out with each verse. I played a sour note by accident and she winced, opening one eye to peek at me. I made an oopsie face and she smiled at me. It didn’t phase her and I continued to play.

How could it be? 20 something

All alone still, not a thing in my name

Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love

Only know fear

That's me, Ms. 20 Something

Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love

Wish you were here, oh

We were practicing alone for a while before the band arrived. Dance classes were done for the summer which left us more time to practice. I let a cigarette dangle from my lips, ashing it quickly between breaks in the chords. I missed hearing her sing. Something about her voice was light and soulful and just hit me right where I needed to feel. She sipped her beer lightly through the intervals, immediately stopping the song. “K stop, stop. I wanna try something else.”

“Anything, Princess.” I said, gawking at her shamelessly. A could feel a lopsided smile coming on and she grinned, placing a hand on my cheek. I kissed her hand as she requested a song we’d been practicing for the past week. I immediately slid into the chord progression, puffing my cigarette, no hands. She slickly pulled it from between my lips to take a drag herself, ashing it in the crystal ashtray before us and putting it back between my lips. I smirked at how sexy she looked before being pulled in by her vocals.

I wasn't thinking when I told you to stay

It was just too hard to push you away

You don't know that you're in over your head

I'm afraid I'll pull you over the edge

I need you to go, don't fight me

Even though I wanna hold on tightly

Let me go

But you won't let me go

Too much love can kill

Get swallowed by the wave

No matter how you feel

My love, you are not safe

From me…

As she hit the last note, I felt myself moving towards her. Crashing my lips into hers, I set my guitar aside to bring her into my lap. She threw her arms around my neck as I devoured her plush lips, my hands roaming under her oversized printed sweater. Her fingernails lightly dragged across the skin of my cheek as she bit my lip swollen. I pulled at the collar of her sweater to nip at her neck and trail kisses across her collarbone. She began grinding into me for more friction as I grabbed a handful of her luscious ass. The heat was picking up between us when the doorbell rang, startling the both of us. “Shit.” I swore in annoyance as Talia touched her lips and hopped off of me, fixing her hair with a mischievous smile, a light sound of laughter dripping from her lips as she blushed. I chuckled, shaking my head as I adjusted my boner to answer the door. Standing on my doorstep, arms full of equipment, was the rest of the band. “Hey guys!” I grinned trying to act normal, taking a step back to let them inside.

“Hey man… you good?” Louie asked, carrying in a few drum heads. I picked up a few off the porch and carried them inside as I shot Talia a funny face.

“Yeah man, why wouldn’t I be?” I said catching my breath finally.

“You look a little red in the face.” Jules smirked. I paused trying to come up with an excuse.

“It’s hot outside today.” I made a face to myself knowing that was a lame excuse. It was hot every day and I never complained before. Louie made a goofy face at Talia and back at me.

“Yuh huh. Suuure…” he chuckled.

“I’m surprised we didn’t walk in on y’all…. doin’ the do.” Marcel laughed, nudging me in the side and I forced a laugh as I locked eyes with Talia.

“Who says we didn’t?” Louie added with a perverted chuckled and Talia punched him in the arm. “Ow?! When did you ever punch so hard?”

“I’ve had a very dedicated trainer.” She responded, winking at me.

We set up all our equipment and began to practice. We ran through a few songs we were familiar with, no problem. Then we practiced a few new songs, some that were suited to both mine and Talia’s voices. We sounded pretty damn good if I do say so myself. A lot of “hollerin’” as Talia would say. We belted notes and practically matched each other note for note. Jules called us vocal soulmates. I couldn’t help but smile at her for that. By the end of practice, we were all tired and ready to turn in. I bid my friends goodbye as they disappeared one by one, leaving my sweet baby girl on the couch, scribbling in her notebook. I closed the door with an exaggerated sigh, hoping she’d take the hint that we were finally alone again. I leaned against the pillar and watched her for a moment. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her smooth cocoa legs curled beneath her, the glasses she couldn’t stand to wear resting at the tip of her round nose; the bit of skin she did show glowing in the artificial lighting of my lamps. I took a deep sigh again and she still didn’t look up. I waved my hands in her face, tried talking to her but nothing. So I grabbed the mic on the stand in front of her and stared at her. “BABE!” I shouted suddenly, causing her to jump in fright. With a laugh, I ran to avoid the pillow she threw at me.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” She exclaimed. I rushed to round the couch and she managed to slap my chest again before turning back to her notes. With a chuckle, I rubbed the tension out of her shoulders.

“What cha got there, sweetheart?” I asked softly, digging my fingers into her tight muscles. I looked over her shoulder as she held the notebook up for me to see. It was a list of songs that she thought sounded best for us. “A set list…” I said reading off the titles. Still Ill, Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart, 1999, Amphetamine… “This is good…” I mumbled, reading over the list. A specific song caught my attention and I adjusted my stance. It was one of my solos. “Europa and the Pirate Twins!” I chuckled in embarrassment.

“What?! I like it when you sing that song! I think it’s cute!” She said, pinching my cheek. I didn’t know how to feel.

“Ok but of all the songs…. Europa?”

“Euuurooopa!” She sang the hook and I could feel my ears heating up. I kissed her cheek and headed towards the kitchen.

“So what’s for dinner? I could cook us something or I can order in. Your choice.” I said, scanning the refrigerator for something good only to find a beer. I cracked off the cap and began to sip as Talia walked towards the island. She leaned on the counter, biting her lip anxiously.

“Y’know I have to go home sometime.” She told me with a smirk. She had been over all week since I’d been home. And she had a point but I just couldn’t let her go.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” I said matter of factly. Leaning on the counter across from her, I began to light myself a cigarette. Crossing my arms, I refrained from asking the question until my cig was well lit. “What if…. you just stayed here?” I asked her, nervous about her answer. She stared at me with those big brown eyes and gave a very small smile. She pushed her curly hair behind her ear and fidgeted with her fingers. I grabbed her hand and smoothed my thumb over her knuckles, gently placing a firm kiss over them.

“Are you sure you want that? I have to warn you, I’m a terrible roommate.” She chuckled. I didn’t care. I just wanted her presence around me.

“I think I can handle it.” I smiled, shyly.

“Can I ask why all of a sudden?” She said. She looked a little nervous herself.

“I… had a revelation while I was on the job. There was this brief moment when I thought I wasn’t gonna make it back to you. And when I made it out, I knew I had to keep you as close as possible…” I responded truthfully. I didn’t always open up to people about my feelings but when it came to Talia I just couldn’t help it. She made it so easy for me to talk to her about those things.

“I wanna leave knowing that you’ll be here…. yknow? Physically here, safe, okay… I wanna look out for you.” I said, rounding the counter to place my hands on her face like she was a snowflake that could melt away at any minute. She placed her small but warm hands over mine and grinned at me.

“You act like I won’t be safe across the street with an entire family.” She chuckled, shaking her head. Swept up in the moment, I pulled her close.

“I also wanna be able to do this when I get home…” I mumbled before kissing her gently and passionately. I could feel her smile against my lips as I moaned into her mouth, my hand at the back of her neck to keep her at an angle. She threw her arms around my neck and jumped up. I caught her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked her to my bed.

I laid her down, hovering over her, and kissed her down her neck as she clawed at my back under my thin grey shirt which prompted me to take it off. I looked into her brown eyes and I could tell she was beginning to understand me without so many words. I pulled her bra strap down her shoulder and kissed it softly as I placed more kisses across her chest and nibbled at her collarbone. Her skin was soft and flawless except for the marks I had left. She began licking trails on my neck as she grinded her body against me and let her hands roam my chest. After stripping her of her sweater, she began leaving kisses down my chest and bit my nipple slightly. She might’ve earned a small moan from me. I slipped my hand down her shorts and began to finger her in a painfully slow manner. She whined and threw her head back in pleasure before a growl escaped her lips. I shuddered as she managed to flip me on my back with a slight tug of my hair. I let out a surprised gasp, I fell back breathlessly. Her strength had grown since I last sparred with her and I freaked out a bit because I had just lost control of my own sexual journey. But her gentle touch as she ghosted her fingertips over my abdomen quickly eased me into her brief moment of domination. She undid the buckle of my jeans quickly and we tossed them and my boxers away, her shorts and panties going with them. My length was standing straight up for her. I was at a loss for words. “I’ve never heard you so quiet, baby.” She commented with a devious smirk. I stared at her posed naked body as she spoke. I began to part my lips in response but almost as if she couldn’t wait much longer, she slid herself down on me. I let out a long groan as I hit that spot for her. It was like her spot was my spot. She rubbed her hands on my chest to anchor herself as she rode me like a slow horse.

“Ooohhh fuck, Princess…” spilled from my lips as she used me, my grip on her waist getting tighter as I bucked my hips for more friction. It was ridiculously pleasurable to be honest. When she picked up speed, neither of us lasted very long either. Between being aroused by her and my own surprising reactions brought us both to climax very quickly. Out of breath, she slid off me and curled up into my side, running a finger through the hairs on my chest laxly. I stroked the soft skin of her arm and bopped her nose before kissing it. “So… I’m guessing the answer to my question-”

“Is hell yes.” She said crashing her lips into mine and a smile melted into both of our mouths.

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[sashank-kanchustambam]

Episode 1: Started with a bang      

             

                    RAVNEET

It was all finally happening. I was finally going to do it. I was finally going to have sex. So, anyway, while we were making out I picked her up and took her to the room. I had no Idea that I was capable of that. God, I like her so much. I didn't expect this to happen. My heart was pounding and I was getting harder. We were laying in bed. Her imperfectly perfect body was on top of me and we were kissing ever so passionately. I was overwhelmed with joy. It felt like my heart, my mind and my soul were releasing large amounts of dopamine. My hands were under her t-shirt and I could feel her warm skin. I never knew a touch could feel so good. We were constantly nibbling on each other’s lips and there was affection all around when all of a sudden she gently pulled away. “Are you ready Garlic?” she asked me . I don't why she calls me that, but it's kinda hot. I looked at her, smiling, and scratched her back to signal a yes.

She gracefully made her way to my torso with her lips and went down on me. She traced my body with her tongue while I untied my sweat pants and pulled them off for her. I was confused, but I was too mesmerised to realise anything. She touched me gently and asked me if I had a condom. I immediately rolled off the bed and reached for my drawer. I was so glad James gave me that condom that day. I was trying to slip it on while walking back towards the bed when I suddenly tripped on my underwear and fell right to the ground and banged my head. I cannot begin to explain, the embarrassment was more painful than the fall. Arya exclaimed, “Oh shit... Ravneet!! Are you alright?” She got down from the bed and right sat next to me. She kissed my forehead and asked me if I needed anything. But all I could see was the concern she had for me in her beautiful eyes. I could adore her all day. But, My insecurity popped out

“You don't think it's small right?” 

“What ?”

I coughed and looked down.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up”

And before I even knew it, we were making out right there on the ground. She took all her clothes off. I looked at her and gulped nervously. She pulled me closer and put me over her. I was so nervous. My feelings for her were so pure. I didn't know if it was the right time. But then who said that sex needs to be scheduled? Or who said that it's not pure? I took a few deep breaths and was ready to make love to her. The moment I put it in, she moaned and put her hand on my chest asking me to stop.. I freaked out. I immediately pulled out and sat up. “Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry Arya. I really like you. I didn't mean to hurt you. God I shouldn' t ha.." She interrupted me saying “Just come here.” She pulled me close to her bare chest. She hugged me tight. I felt a thunder pass through my spine. She pulled out a sharpener from under the bed and threw it at the switch. Once the room was dark she said goodnight Garlic, kissed me on the forehead and fell asleep. We cuddled all night long and, honestly, that was probably better than sex.

This can give me butterflies in my stomach for an entire lifetime. I hardly kissed a girl before this. I fantasized about kissing Arya so many times, but never thought it would come true. Never. But I really hope this wasn't a one time thing you know. 

                          ARYA

Oof! It didn't feel right. I mean I like him, but that didn't feel right. But on the other hand, the cuddling. That shit was heavenly. When I woke up that morning I stared at him, while he slept, for a whole hour. So adorable. So cute. So handsome. So h.. uh ho. I don't know about that one. That's probably why I said stop. Attraction is there for sure. It's romantic for Sure. I loved kissing him. But sexual... not yet. And honestly, I'm fine without the sex. He woke up, saw me and screamed like a fucking bat. I DID NOT understand the emotion behind that scream, but I knew how to calm him down. I always do. I put my palms on his shoulders and screamed 

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP RAVNEET” He stopped screaming and looked at me in relief. He said “l'm so sorry about last night Ar” I told him to shut the fuck up and kissed him on his lips. I could feel the butterflies in that little bitch's stomach. I was probably his first kiss, “Imma head out Garlic”

“oh yeah for sure”

We got out of the blankets and put our clothes on. He tied my shoes on to my feet. The moment I exited the door, I saw his room mates chilling. They seemed pretty chill. I mean he always talked really well of them. They looked really nonchalant to my existence at that point, but I'm sure they had a million questions pop up in their minds. "This is Arya guys" said my boy Ravneet. They all smiled and said Hi to me. They looked hella cute. I said hi and looked at them. After a few seconds of awkward silence I said "Okay guys nice seeing you bye bye!!" . I literally ran out and Ravneet chased me.

Ravneet offered to walk me to my dorm, but I was fine ...I guess. I don't think he has to walk me half a mile and then walk back again. I wouldn't do that for him. When I was walking up to my apartment, I noticed a fat-ass hydro flask flying towards my head, but it was too late. God damn!! it hurt! I looked up to my apartment. Fucking Rebecca. Her patience level is so near to 0. 

“ Oh! He isn't asking me out. He probably just wants to hangout. Huh? I don't like him in that way! Huh? You fucked right didn't you?”

She screamed from the balcony.

“what the fuck is wrong with you Becca”

“Oh Shit! I'm so sorry. Now get your ass up here. and get the flask"

“ Dafaq! ”

When I went upstairs to her, she held my shoulders with both her hands and said “you fucked right?” I very confusingly said 

                         “Not exactly”

                      RAVNEET

                   “Technically yes”

“this guy!! Give me a yes or a no” Pourush replied. I explained everything to Pourush and David. Every detail. "Hmm!! That truly is technically yes" David expressed. I was so confused. Am I not virgin anymore or am I still virgin? Lord knows. Pourush asked me if she knows that I like her. I gave him an 'obviously' nod. "But the real question, my friend Ravneet,  does she like you?". Thinking about that. She never told me that she liked me. But that look in her eyes meant something for sure. But, did it?? This is the problem.The assumptions. I over analyse, over fantasize, and over think. All of this hardly makes the situation any better. All I ever have to do is talk. I really believe that if you need to tell something, you should tell it. And if you need to ask something, you should ask it. Even if you know the answer (just for confirmation). I am so confident while I give this advice out, but when it comes to following it myself.....I turn into a squirrel being chased by a Doberman.

I decided that I'll be a man and talk. I whipped my phone out and started to type. After typing a whole paragraph, I backspaced all that honesty out. I typed another paragraph with a few filters and a little less honesty. I backspaced that too. I repeated this process of typing and backspacing for a good amount of time; a full 4 day weekend to be more accurate. I felt like banging myself with a hammer. I could have texted her a 'hi' at least. Anyways, what's done is done. I'll meet her in class tomorrow and say what I need to say and ask what I need to ask. 

I Hate myself!! 4 days??

                               ARYA

FOUR FUCKING DAYS!!!!! It's been 4 fucking days and that little bitch hasn't texted me yet. What if he's one of those fuck boys who fuck off even before fucking. Naah!! He's too sweet to be that. Then why the fuck is he not texting??? Probably cause he's a pussy. What if he's waiting for me to text first?

                           RAVNEET

You know what... I don't need to stress or text. I always text her first, and sometimes she just leaves me on seen. I think I deserve to be texted first. But we're not committed. I don't even know if she likes me.

      I've always believed that if I ever get action, it would be through love. Not love exactly, but....you know what I mean. Cause I know that I'm not an objectively attractive looking guy. Yeah, I'm cute and all. But so is Ralph. Oh!! Ralph is Pourush's Labrador. He's a cute chap. Anyways, the point is I'd be heartbroken if her attraction is only physical. 

                       

          Hope she makes it to class tomorrow.

EPISODE 2 on 29 March

#young adult #teenagers #i love her #i love him