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petersprincesss · 2 years

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You’re in Trouble Now

Hi again!

This was requested by @marniscoffee on my one-shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here.

I will be responding to all requests and should have them up sometime this week, I will tag you in yours!

I thought someone else requested this exact number and genre as well, so if that was you and I have forgotten to tag you, please forgive me, I couldn’t find it anywhere!

OKAY!

Genre: smut

Rating: R? ig? Explicit? It’s smut, okay?

Tags: dom/sub, dom Peter Ballard, choking, edging, orgasm denial/delay, general kinky shit idk

Smut Below the Cut!

“Is this a game to you, Y/N?” Dr. Brenner quizzed you, bringing his eyes down to your level, your noses less than an inch from touching.

You were seated in a metal chair inside one of the children’s training rooms being scolded by Dr. Brenner for not following his endlessly strict protocol. A single tear slipped from your eye and cascaded down your cheek, your bottom lip curling into an unsettled frown.

“No, sir,” you winced. You were sorry, but only that you had been caught. You didn’t understand why he was so uptight about every miniscule detail.

You heard a click, followed by the creak of the door opening behind you. Peter stepped through the entrance and to the side, careful not to interrupt your interrogation. Your cheeks grew hot as you thought about the idea of him watching you be punished. Your eyes drifted over your shoulder in attempts to find his, but Dr. Brenner grabbed your chin and restricted you to looking only at him.

“I don’t want to hear about anything like this happening ever again, do you understand me?” He spat.

“Yes sir,” you replied submissively.

“Good,” he remarked, letting go of your chin and rising to his full height, “I’ve asked Peter to keep a close eye on you for the time being. We can’t handle any little slip ups, so I want you to rely on his discipline to keep you in check. I advise that you do whatever he recommends without question.”

The air in your lungs was practically sucked out of you. Dr. Brenner had to have known how you pined for Peter. He had to have seen the way you looked into Peter’s cerulean eyes, the way your irises flickered whenever Peter entered a room, or how your chest heaved by merely being close to him. Dr. Brenner had to have known that this was the perfect punishment for you specifically.

“I will, sir,” you promised. Your heartbeat began to crowd the inside of your chest as if it was going to expel itself from behind your ribs.

Dr. Brenner opened the door to exit, remarking to Peter as he passed, “I leave her in your hands now.”

With that, the two of you were now alone. You were finally able to turn around to look at your new overseer, and his apathetic stare did not provide any comfort. Something about his hardened, domineering stance caused your stomach to flutter, your body quivering from more than just your pathetic sobs.

“What did you do?” Peter asked, his tone detached and distant.

“I just- I gave one of the kids-” you began, but your breath hitched under your tears, your dismay of your interaction with your boss weighing too heavily over you.

“Spit it out,” Peter ordered, stepping behind the seat you were perched on, placing his hands on either side of the back of the chair.

“I gave number four a piece of candy,” you sniveled, wiping a tear from your cheek with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“I see. And why don’t we do that?”

“Because only Dr. Brenner is allowed to reward the children.”

“That’s right. You know better,” Peter commended you with a patronizing tone.

“I just felt bad for him because he-” you started to speak, but you were cut off by Peter snatching a fistfull of your hair and yanking it backwards. You closed your eyes in shock, knowing that as soon as you opened them, his sapphire irises would be boring into yours.

“You know the rules. We obey them no matter what.”

“Yes sir,” you responded instinctively.

Peter let out a scoff from behind you and released your hair, allowing your head to bow back forward.

“You know,” he spoke, gliding effortlessly around in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back, “I kind of like hearing you call me sir.”

Your gaze shot up to meet him as he circled to a stop. He was not the sweet and caring orderly you had been working with all this time any longer. He was now your possessor, and the heat growing between your legs confirmed that you wanted nothing more. You craved nothing more than for him to do exactly as he pleased with you.

“That’s how I want you to refer to me from now on. No matter where we are, no matter who can hear you, that’s who I am to you now. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Are you going to be good for me while you’re under my command?” Peter inquired. Although he spoke so matter-of-factly, you felt that he was genuinely asking you, and you knew your response would determine how he would treat you whenever the two of you engaged with one another.

“Yes, sir, I am,” you responded. You felt as though “yes sir” and “no sir” were beginning to make up your entire vocabulary. Under Peter’s control, you didn’t care. You didn’t need any other words.

“That’s my girl. Do you know what good girls get?”

Your fingers kneaded together anxiously, your mind racing with possibilities, lustful desires of what you wanted to get for being Peter’s good girl.

“No sir. Please tell me what good girls get.”

Peter chuckled arrogantly, “I don’t want to tell you. I want to show you. Stand up.”

You obeyed him without question, rising to your feet. The crown of your head lined up perfectly beneath his nose. Turning your face up to him, you felt his heated breath ease down your cheeks.

Peter didn’t waste a costly second putting his palms on your shoulders, guiding you around the chair and backwards against the door he entered from moments earlier. Holding you there firmly, Peter bit his bottom lip, surveying his prized possession. You felt your ribcage expand and compress at a rate that nearly caused concern, but your mind couldn’t stray from the filthy appetite you had worked up.

“If you’re going to be a good girl,” Peter whispered, his lips grazing against your earlobe, “you’re going to have to be very quiet.”

You stifled a moan, biting into your lip with such a force you nearly drew blood. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you nodded, the back of your skull rubbing against the dull, off-white door behind you.

Peter’s hand left your shoulder and trailed down to your knees, his fingertips slowly pulling up the hem of your white skirt. His palm rested flat atop your thigh before it snaked upward, pushing your uniform up and exposing you. He was ready to hook his fingers around your undergarments when he discovered that you weren’t wearing any.

“Y/N?” He said, his touch suddenly frozen. Your stomach dropped, knowing he had discovered your risqué secret.

“Y-yes?” You responded, squeezing your eyes shut tight, an erotic shame piling inside you.

“Are you not wearing any panties?”

“No, sir.”

Peter flashed a naughty grin at you. He knew you wanted to play his game, but he was surprised to discover that you might have been dirtier than he was.

“Such a little slut,” he breathed, struggling to contain his excitement.

Peter brought one hand up to your neck and applied pressure just firmly enough on either side of your neck that your heartbeat thumped in your brain. With his free hand, he reached down and slid his zipper open, removing himself from his pleated white trousers. You smiled at him feverishly, too aroused to play his game of cat and mouse. His hold on your neck shifted as he brought his thumb up to meet your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir. Please,” you begged.

“Good,” he declared. His hand moved from himself to the back of your thigh, raising it upward so that your skirt rose over your hip bones and allowed him access to your center.

Peter dove into you swiftly, bottoming out on his first thrust. Your spine arched back and your mouth fell agape, ready to release an agonizingly pleasured moan, but you remembered Peter’s demand that you stay silent. You swallowed your expression, releasing a wave of goosebumps down your arms to your fingertips. Peter was larger than you had expected, and your body nearly buckled under his form. Your palm grasped onto his shoulder desperately, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Y/N” Peter grunted, fighting to keep his composure. Hearing your name leave his lips in such a trance nearly sent you over the edge, and he hadn’t even been inside you for a full minute yet. Your foot lifted, heightening you to resting on the tips of your toes. Peter’s clutch on your opposite leg tensed, pulling you further up onto him. He pushed into you with such intensity, never permitting either of you to question exactly where his priorities lay.

Feeling your tireless efforts to keep yourself open for him, Peter released his grip on your neck and tugged your still-standing leg upwards so that you were now wholly supported by his strength and the pressure of the door pushing against your back. Your ankles crossed behind his back, your heels prodding him like a horse, sheepishly demanding that he keep his pace.

Although not outwardly moaning, your heavy breaths were far from quiet, and the gentle gaps between them provided just enough silence for Peter to hear a pair of footsteps approaching on the opposite side of the door. Peter clasped his hand over your mouth, hurriedly muffling your aching breaths and dropping your leg back to the floor.

“Not a fucking peep, you understand me?” Peter directed. A vein in his forehead made itself visible between his once compassionate brows.

You nodded in response, your eyes widening before rolling back into your head, feverishly flickering your vision. The footsteps grew and receded briskly. The passer-by may not have heard your sensual groans, but it would be hard for anyone to ignore the rattling of the door that Peter hastily pounded you into. Once he was certain the presence was gone, Peter released your lips and you gulped for air salaciously. His mouth dove for your neck, nibbling skillfully at your pulse. With his mouth in such close proximity to your ear, his greedy huffs ringing through your brain.

“Sir, I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Peter threatened before biting into your neck.

“Y- yes, si-”

“You better fucking ask for permission before you do.”

You could feel Peter straining inside you. The mere mention of you reaching climax only edged him further to his own.

“Please, sir, please! I need to cum.”

“I know you do, baby. Cum with me. Now.”

Peter’s empty hand clamped around your ribcage before skimming up your chest, kneading your rounded flesh. Between the building pressure in your abdomen, his eager consumption of your pulse and the iron tight grasp on your chest, you slipped briskly over the edge without question.

“God, fucking-” you seethed between your teeth, your chest convexing up towards the ceiling.

Peter made no attempts to conceal his satisfaction, primal, guttural moans flowing from him without hesitation.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N” he panted as he slowed, his hips jerking at random, uncontrolled intervals.

You reached up and tenderly cupped his face in your hand, your fingertips traveling up towards his sweat-drenched forehead. His climax reaching an end, Peter planted a dainty kiss on the tip of your nose. Nothing mattered in this moment except for the blonde orderly before you, still caressing your tired figure.

“You know, you should piss off Dr. Brenner more often,” he smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back, drunk on his effortless eroticism.

“I just might have to now.”

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viperwhispered · 9 days

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Woke up, had two hilarious confession scenarios for Jamil.

Scenario 1: Kaguya-sama Love is War type shit. The reader and Jamil have been subtly flirting with each other for months trying to get the other to confess. Jamil is into it because he's a paranoid bastard and hates loosing. Reader is into it because it's fun getting all those reactions out of Jamil. They're both into this because they're insanely in love with each other and thing mind games are sexy.

Tension builds up for MONTHS and everyone is sick of it. Even Kalim doesn't know wtf to do cause they both know the feelings are mutual but instead of just dating they turned it into a competition.

The reader breaks first. They're cooking together and in this moment of domestic bliss the reader just goes "fuck it, I can't take this anymore. Jamil I'm in love with you and I want to date you."

Cue blushy Jamil crouching with his head in his hands because on one hand he technically won but they did it so nonchalantly it doesn't feel like a victory. The reader then teases him even more by leaving pecks all over his face.

Scenario 2: Fell first, fell harder. Reader fell first and spent months pining. Jamil fell hard enough to kill on impact but forgot that denial is a river in Egypt. Jamil is so deep in denial that he pulls a Kalim and is willfully oblivious to it. Cue poor reader suffering in the background.

Eventually, the reader is so sick of it they just confess expecting to be rejected: "Jamil, I'm in love with you. You don't have to answer, I just want you to know."

Cue Jamil freezing as he goes through the 5 stages of grief:

Denial: What no! They can't be- they have to be lying! I kidnapped for seven's sake! No way I like them either! We're just friends!

Anger: Fuck they're being honest! Shiiiiiit!

Barganing: Surley, this is some elaborate joke! Please let it be joke! Don't give me hope like this!

Depression: God . . . they love me . . . I can't just subject them to my life like this . . . I care about them too much

Acceptance: Fuuuuuuck! They love me . . . I'm in love with them, aren't? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love them so much! I want to give them everything! I want their smile, I want their laughter, I want their hugs, their kisses, everything!

Bonus: if we don't kiss/get married in the next 10 seconds I'll overblot again.

After 3 minutes of staring off into space while reader is worridly trying to get his attention, Jamil snaps out of it and kisses them.

Unfortunately I’m not familiar with the thing you're referring to in the first scenario but yes I love these both.

Also for scenario 1: confessing requires being vulnerable and who’s gonna do that? Not these two, apparently.

Though I’m all for both scenarios ending with a flustered Jamil because yes please delicious (even if it’d be kinda suffering to be in the reader’s shoes at those moments, especially the second one).

Oof poor reader with the second one tho. Here you are, just laying it out there to finally maybe get past it (or whatever), only to just be met with a bluescreening Jamil. Like, they probably expected to be brushed off or something, instead get Jamil looking at them like they just grew a third head or something.

Those five stages of grief, tho… What a silly goober he is (affectionate).

And that bonus… Hasdfjs I love it so much.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #ner talks #chatting with folks #lex752 #in some way I almost feel like I'm stealing notes from you with you dropping these into my inbox instead of posting these yourself #but hey if you're happy throwing them my way like this then I'm happy to keep my inbox open

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ephedrathirsts · 1 year

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Teach me

Synopsis: Your best friend asks you to take his virginity. As the both of you spend more time intimately together you are forced to acknowledge your feelings for one another.

Contains: idiots in love trope, friends to lovers trope, lovers in denial, one-bed trope, crack and sarcasm, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, afab reader, eventual angst, anger issues

Pairings: Hunter Sylvester! x afab! reader

Word count: 4100

Parts: I, II

You were preparing for bed, cleaning off the makeup you had put on for hours, feeling a little embarrassed. You had been stood up. It wasn’t the end of the world but it was a little humiliating. You shaved for absolutely nothing, put on a matching pair of bra and panties, wore one of your favorite gowns. You didn’t ' have game' per se but you weren’t doing bad either. At least you thought you weren’t.

You decided to stop your playlist and embrace defeat as you heard the sound of rustling leaves and the stomping of boots on the side of your house. That wouldn’t have been him, right? He knew your parents were out of town. There was no reason to go through all this trouble. That’s when a silhouette showed more clearly.

You freaked out, got to your feet, and locked the window, trying to come up with the most elaborate escape plan on the face of the planet but falling short as your panic clouded your judgment.

"Let me in, please. I think I scrapped my knee pretty badly." a familiar voice came through.

You were on edge still, shaking in place as you slowly dragged your arm to open the window.

Hunter came in with a swift motion, panting heavily, with a manic look on his face. As he collected his breath, he finally saw your expression- you seemed furious, steam coming out the top of your head. You were throwing mental darts, aimed at the boy and shaking your hands furiously.

"What the hell are you doing here?! In the middle of the night, unannounced! I thought I was going to get murdered."

"I knew you weren’t going to be asleep so I thought this time was as good as any… wait… are you expecting someone?" his gaze drifted off to your tight-fitting slip dress.

All of a sudden, he noticed the mood lighting and he remembered not seeing your father’s car parked outside. He felt a little uneasy now but he tried his best not to show it. Maybe him coming to you was a terrible idea after all.

"Nope.. it’s just me… no one's coming…" you squeaked, not wanting to share more of the story.

"Ok, good, because I need a favor and I know that this may sound weird and it might make things awkward between us but I trust you so I think you.." you interrupt his nervous spiel with a concerned look on your face.

"Are you not going to apologize first? You know, for scarring me to death." You replied through gritted teeth.

"Yes! Of course, how inconsiderate of me. I truly am sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but it’s an emergency. You are the only one I trust with this. I can’t just not try, the thought of it will haunt me for months on end and I really need this…"

"Wow, dude, slow down for a minute. You didn't have any of the funny juice again, right? Don’t tell me I have to pee in a cup. I’m not doing it."

"That was a one-time thing! An honest mistake, if you must know!" He said defensively- "I would never do that willingly.’"

"Sure thing, buddy." You replied with a smug smile on your face.

"What was so important it warranted you climbing up my window during the witching hour?" You said playfully, trying to calm him down.

"So... I've been thinking a lot about the future and how we have less than a year of high school left and... You know I'm high in demand and everything but.." He blabbered on.

"It's ok, I can help you pick out a collage. I am the wisest out of your friends after all. You can trust me, buddy." You declared knowingly

"No, fuck that. I'm not going to college." He brushed it off.

"Nope, you definitely are!" You demanded.

"No, not a chance that's happening." He replied, sounding a little distracted.

"Ok, we will continue this conversation later. You are going, by the way, but let's not get sidetracked. Tell me what's on your mind."

Hunter started blushing for a minute, uncertain of how to express himself.

"You know how last year you and Kevin were making fun of me for being a virgin.." he explained hastily.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry for that. It was funny as fuck but there is no shame in being a virgin. I mean, I was one up until five months ago." You confessed.

Hunter's cheeks became even rosier, embarrassment written on his face.

"The thing is… I still am one.." He blurted out

"Oh? So do you need me to hook you up with someone? I guess I could make a good wingwoman, I can look around, do a little research." You got all serious and concentrated, lost in thought.

"Puff, no. I'm the singer of a semi-successful metal band and like I previously mentioned I am high in demand." Hunter grinned proudly.

"Ok then, I don't understand the issue."

"Look, when I do decide to pursue any of my many.. and I mean many groupies.."

"Uhuh.." You dozed, rolling your eyes at him.

"I want to be certain of what I'm doing. I have a reputation to uphold. I'm not a washed-up indie singer or something. I am supposed to be a master in the arts of sex.." He rambled.

"Ok, I'm losing you. Stop stretching out the conversation and get to your actual point." You chirped a little annoyed.

"I want you to teach me." He spat out.

"You want me to take your virginity?" You asked a bit taken aback.

"Nope, I want you to teach me. You know how when you practice something, you get better at it? I have been playing the guitar for years and that's how I built upon my skill." He explained, hoping you were paying attention and reading carefully between the lines.

"I don't catch your drift."

Hunter's face dropped. Guess he had to spell it out for you.

"I don't want you to take my virginity and then never do it again. I won't learn anything from just one lesson. I need a proper course. Maybe like a month-long or something. I'm willing to do whatever you want if you agree. And if you don't and try to tell anyone about this interaction, I will deny everything I said up until this point so it will be your word against mine and..."

"Ok, ok mister 'Law and order'. Slow your horses. I'm not going to tell anyone."

A rush of relief washed over Hunter's face.

"So basically you want me to have sex with you in the pursuit of learning..?"

"Yup, exactly."

"Like scheduled, strictly mechanical. Just so you learn the woodwork?" You said a bit confused.

"No, of course not. What's the point in that? In real life, people don't show up and have sex out of nowhere. This isn't porn. I want to do the entire thing right- foreplay, intensity, passion, mood lighting, music, etc. I'm not about to half-ass it." He said confidently.

"And why do you want to do it with me?"

"I know you, I trust you and you are pleasing to the eye. That way I won't feel so weird or embarrassed."

" 'Pleasing to the eye', don't be busting out the compliments just yet, you don't want to make me all flustered and shit." You said sarcastically.

"Ok, I'm sorry. That sounded douche-y. What I meant to say is you’re hot and you are basically the only person that matches my energy."

"Yeah.. that sounds wayy less douche-y," You replied, unamused.

"I'm sorry, I'm having a pretty hard time here. If you think of a more appropriate way of phrasing it, please do let me know." Hunter retorted a bit defensively.

"This is such a bad idea, dude. It can go off the rails, you know."

"Can't you help a desperate friend out? Please, I really need this." Hunter pleaded, looking like a sad puppy.

You had to think for a second. This was such a bad idea. For one it could ruin the friendship, make things between you two uncomfortable, but you could see the strained expression on his face. You couldn’t just leave him hanging. Maybe he was going to back down, change his mind if you were to actually agree, so against your better judgment you went along with it.

"God, good thing I feel bad for you after this pathetic pitch you tried to sell me. Guess I'm not as wise.. uh.. sure I will do it, but I have to warn you that I do have some ground rules, some extremely important 'Do's' and 'Don't's'..."

Hunter got all excited and giddy after hearing you that he cut you off mid-sentence. "You will do it! Fuck yeah, thank youu! You are truly the best!" He said and then quickly kissed your cheek.

"I will be considerate of your 'Do's' and 'Don't's' and make sure to make you feel as comfortable as possible." He said matter of factly while saluting you and climbing back out of your window.

"I'm already regretting this." You croaked out to yourself.

Hunter was sitting on your bed, propped up on his elbows with a notebook in front of him and a pen sticking out of his mouth while you were going on your merry rant.

"Don't overdo it with the dirty talk. Don't name any of my body parts. Don't give me a nickname. Don't call me 'mommy' and don't expect me to call you 'daddy', I'm not into it. Don't grab my neck out of nowhere. You can't just go around choking me unannounced!" You scolded.

"So if I announce myself I can choke you?" Hunter's eyebrows raised playfully.

"We'll see about that.. Don't call me a 'good girl' or whatever. It makes me feel weird. Don't tear any of my clothes, I'm pretty attached to them. Don't touch my feet. Ass area is off-limits! I'm not kidding, don't slap it, care about it, try to put something up it, don't even acknowledge its existence!"

Hunter scribbled something in his notebook, highlighted it, and mouthed "no ass".

"Is this all? Or are there more 'Don't's'?"

"I guess there are but they will come up with time depending on the situation. Communication is key after all."

"Ok, what are the 'Do's' then?"

"A lot of attention on the neck, hips, and thigh areas. Reciprocal scratching is encouraged. The same applies to light hair pulling, biting, and slapping at times..."

"Wait, slapping?" Hunter got a little alarmed.

"I'm a very passionate person. I'm not only passive-aggressive. I can also be actively aggressive and sex is a productive way to channel it, ya know." You answered coyly

Hunter wrote down "Surprisingly both a sadist and a masochist."

"I like attention, I like eye contact, I like feeling like a gem. Like I'm God-sent or something. I know how it sounds but I'm being honest, it turns me on. That probably has something to do with my self-esteem issues.. well yet another thing to bring up with my therapist" you drifted off.

"The fact you like to be validated during sex?" Hunter chuckled.

"Yeah.. maybe.. maybe not." You said after sifting the thought through your brain.

"I can be mean during sex, by the way, sometimes I can get nasty." You warned.

"Only during sex?" Hunter teased and you hit his shoulder.

"Oh yeah, teasing is a must! I both hate it and love it so much. Banter is extremely erotic when done right and it has to be incorporated."

Hunter circled "probably has anger issues and gets her panties wet by arguing"

"That's kind of a mischaracterization of what I said but yeah, sure.."

"It's ok, I have anger issues too. I get you, girl." He put his hand on your shoulder while mock empathizing with you.

"Don't ever say that again."

"Ok, putting it in the 'Don't's' section right after the ass stuff." He said all knowingly.

"Oh God, how am I supposed to keep going when you’re not taking anything seriously and acting like such a little brat?"

"Don't get all worked up now babe, we haven't even taken our clothes off." Hunter coughed out and winked at you.

You went on without paying him much attention.

"I also like to take things slow. But that mostly happens when I have developed feelings for the person. Wanting to be in the moment with them."

"So you were the one half-assing sex?"

"Wait, what? I beg your pardon!" You screeched, offended at his suggestion.

"It is all about being in the moment. If it isn't clicking you simply don't go through with it. But sex is all about some basic type of connection between people. It's not only about feelings, it's about respect, it's about dignity. Getting to know someone more intimately, not only for your pleasure." Hunter explained all focused and mentor-like.

"If you know all of this already, what do you need me for?"

"You can't just go around the world with knowing stuff you can’t put to use," Hunter answered like he had thought about it for a long time.

You were quite impressed with him. You had known him for a very long time and you were already aware he wasn't showing everything there was to him to others. Yes, he could be impulsive and childlike, a pain in the ass, and a cocky son of a bitch but he was always strangely emotionally Intelligent at times, and that surprised you. Guess therapy was working for him, huh?

"So, is that the end of our lesson for today?"

"I think so. It's good that the two of us learned some new information today." You smiled, feeling proud of your student.

"Yeah, I now know not to call you 'mommy'. It's information that will shape me for the years to come." He said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up asshole. You asked for this, remember?" You retorted

"And you were the one that strongly encourages teasing, weren't you." He whispered huskily as he leveled with your face and kissed you, slowly and tentatively. Your cheeks flushed with shock. He opened his eyes to look at you and chuckled softly.

"May I kiss you again?" He pleaded. Your breath caught in your throat. You did agree to this, yes, but there was still some disbelief there.

"He'll probably drop it. He doesn't mean it seriously. It won't come to anything physical, I'm sure of it..." you had already convinced yourself.

You didn't expect anything to actually... Well, happen. But he was only asking for a kiss and he looked like such a sad little puppy, there was no denying him.

"Yes.." you gulped. "You may kiss me." You nervously shift your gaze from his eyes to his lips.

As if he was reading your mind he replied: "Don't worry, I'm anxious too."

And then it was all silence as he closed the distance between you, his lips gently caressing yours. He was holding you tight- one hand on the small of your back and the other on your cheek as he slowly deepened the kiss. He was hesitant with his movements but was trying to impress you. With his tongue fully in your mouth, engulfing you steadily. Savoring every little bit, every time you brushed your fingers through his hair, every time you pressed your palms against his chest or tickled the sides of his face with your fingertips.

He held you like you were made of porcelain, not because he was afraid of you breaking but of you changing your mind, your touch being too infectious to let go of.

Both of you parted to catch your breath and Hunter smiled at you sheepishly, held up your arm to his face, and planted a quick peck on the back of it.

"That was quite the kiss."

"Yeah.. it definitely was." You agreed, flustered, gazing into his eyes.

You were sitting on Hunter's bed, trying your best to focus on doing your homework while Skullflower was practicing. They were getting pretty good, their sound coming off as more refined and confident. Hunter had worked hard on their debut album to the point that even the demos of their songs were professional.

He was very serious when it came to his craft. You could see it now- how particular he was about the acoustics, how much emotion he put in while he sang, and how concentrated he was while strumming on his guitar. He was truly in his element while playing and you could see all of this passion radiating from him. He was in the zone, huffing, and sweating, looking down at the strings and plucking them one by one with his fingers.

Your body tensed at the sight, his long hair swishing, complementing the sharpness and edges of his face. And his eyes looked so.. uh... so... what were you thinking about?! Snap out of it! You were doing homework; you weren't drooling over your best friend. That's nonsense!

You were so focused on expelling all of the non-platonic thoughts out of your head that you barely even noticed that the band had stopped playing and Kevin and Emily were nowhere to be seen.

"Are you done with your homework?" Hunter asked while putting away his guitar.

"Yeah, you could say so. I made a lot of progress." You answered embarrassedly.

"That's good, hard work should be rewarded," Hunter whispered as he started coming close to you.

"Yeah. I should treat myself to desert or something." You fidgeted with your fingers and avoided his gaze.

"I was thinking of something more along the lines of this." He was in front of you now, grabbing your cheeks with both of his hands and kissing you passionately. He then broke away and started gently stroking your hair and playing with the ends.

"You looked pretty all concentrated and serious." He confessed. "But I think it's time for you to take a little break and relax."

"I'm not that tired." You gulped impulsively.

"Good, me neither." He put his hands on your waist and kissed you again so drawn out that it made you weak. It took everything out of you not to whimper at the feeling. If you were none the wiser you would have confused the feeling in your stomach for butterflies, but there was no way Hunter could be causing such a reaction. Definitely not.

"Do you want to hang out, watch a movie, or something?" He suggested nervously.

"Yea-yeah... Sure..."

"Oh wait, I know what you need!" He whispered and wiggled his eyebrows.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what was he going to do? That was too much. Your heart was racing and you could feel how increasingly anxious you were getting.

As your mind was spiraling, he put on TLC and turned to you.

"Pick your poison. I'm gonna order junk food and we can make fun of whatever show you want " You melted. He knew you so well. Just because you were swapping DNA samples with each other now didn't mean he didn't remember how it was before. He got you.

Hunter could sense you were a little tense and he didn't want to put you off. He wanted you to remember what your relationship was all about- you two goofing off, being idiots, being assholes to others and to each other sometimes but still carrying deep care and understanding for one another.

"That sounds amazing, but it's getting kind of late. I need to go home." You whispered, regret washing over you.

"You can stay over, you know? It's not a school night and for some bizarre reason, your parents are chill with me. Come on captain Crunch, please stay." He looked a little desperate and sad. He wanted you here. He needed you to stay.

"One time I choke on cereal and have it come out of my nose and I never get to hear the end of it, huh?" You answered, acting as if you were upset. "But yeah, ok, I will stay over."

Come to think of it maybe that was exactly what you needed- to remind yourself of what your relationship with Hunter was so you stopped acting as if you had a crush on him, because one thing was for certain- you didn't, nope.

The two of you ate pizza as you laughed at the terrible attempts at flirting made by some poor soul on 90-day fiancé.

"Don't worry about it, beautiful. When we get together, I will buy you an ass." Ok, not such a poor soul after all.

"Boo, who the fuck would actually say that?" You screamed at the TV.

"She is only in on it because she wants to get a green card, you can't get too mad at the guy," Hunter explained.

"Are you defending him?!" You replied dumbfounded by his words.

"No, fuck no. The dude is a total tool." Hunter snickered.

"Good, I was getting worried for a second there."

Hunter held up one of his hands to his chest and declared: "Don't worry sweetheart, I would never even dare to mention your ass." He laughed and you laughed as well, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Oh, fuck off." You spat out, still unable to stop yourself from giggling."I think it's time I call it a night. I'm pretty tired. Toss me one of your tees and some sheets so I can make the sofa..." Hunter interrupted you.

"What are you saying, you're sleeping with me. I can’t have you sleeping on the sofa. We have done this so many times before, there's plenty of space for the both of us."

"I know.. but it hasn’t happened in such a long time." The nerves were returning and a flush was creeping up your cheeks.

"Yeah, that’s true. But you are aware of how comfortable my bed is." He reminded

You could share a bed with him. I mean it was just Hunter. Good old Hunter- your FRIEND. Nothing more, nothing else. What was the point of making a fuss?

"Fine, just give me something to wear, please." You said trying to sound a bit annoyed at the situation.

Hunter gave you one of his band tees. You went to the bathroom to put it on, your toothbrush still being there from previous sleepovers. But was this a sleepover? What if he tried to do something? What if you tried to do something yourself? No, that was nonsense! Why would you, it's not like you desperately wanted to. You can behave yourself!

You came out of the bathroom wearing only his T-shirt and a pair of underwear.

"I know how you like to sleep on the left side but my phone is charging on the bedside table and I'll need to switch the do not disturb mode on at some point so..." He froze as you came into view, looking extremely casual and comfy with your hair down and his shirt adorning your body, ending just at the beginning of your thighs.

"Yeah, that's ok" you whispered.

Was he blushing? He couldn't be, right? There was no way you could make him this shy.

You climbed into bed with him. He also had a shirt on and you couldn’t tell whether he was wearing anything underneath but as your leg unintentionally brushed over his you knew for a fact, he was also only wearing his boxers.

"I'm sorry," you said coyly.

"It's alright." He replied.

To the both of your surprise, you put your hands on his face, pulling him towards you, and kissed him gently. He was so shocked he had his eyes open for a bit, but as the initial feeling warn off, he wrapped around you with both of his arms and held your chest close to his as his tongue slowly came into your mouth. Your legs were tangling between his, and without even thinking of it your grip landed on his shoulders as you tried kissing him harder, more passionately.

You broke away to catch your breaths, with your head laying on his chest. He caressed your hair and planted a kiss on the top of your head while lacing his fingers through yours. Your heart was racing and you could hear his was too. You liked it, how comfortable you felt in his embrace. How well you fit around him.

You reached up to lightly stroke his face and kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, Hunter’’, you put his hand on your waist and turned on your side, making him spoon you.

"Goodnight." He whispered tentatively into your ear.

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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fairy cakes

two dumb classmates redefining mutual pining. one injured senpai people keep linking you with. zero baking experience in your being.

what could possibly go wrong?

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; wc: 1.6k; background nanami x haibara; lots and lots of fluff; pining; teasing; missions; injuries and recoveries; reader is in denial and acceptance (confusing, ik); (i repeat) soft tooth-rotting fluff (i promise)

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ idk what's happening to me. (another fic, so soon!?!?) (i ain't upset tho.) anyways, gif, divider and characters aren't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"are the cupcakes readyyy?"

the decision of letting these four guys spend the afternoon at your place was a blunder. terribly, horribly, greatly - a historic blunder.

you shoot geto an exasperated look. the boy simply shrugs back, lips twitching, as he takes a water bottle from the fridge and saunters back to wherever the hell he emerged from.

beside you, meanwhile, nanami continues to mutter the ingredients under his breath - the thousandth time in the past hour - making you wonder if you can survive a jump from your fourth-storeyed flat's kitchen window or not.

maybe not, you decide, cracking three eggs open and pouring them into the bowl. and even if you do, it's not worth the risk, anyways. you might've got money to burn but you would much rather not burn it all on hospital bills, thank you.

"hey, they said two eggs, not three," your classmate's solemn voice draws you from your thoughts. glancing at the boy, then at the bowl, then back at him, you feel the corners of your lip lift in a tense grin.

"that recipe you are reading's all wrong," you state, snatching the cookbook from him with one hand and snapping it shut, "my mom always baked me and my brothers cakes in our childhood. trust me, i know. i might've never baked before but it's in my blood."

you watch nanami open his mouth, then close it, then open it again - only to close it. and the metaphorical bulb lights up in your brain.

a teasing smile now carving its way onto your lips, you return to the batter, adding, "don't get stressed, kento-kun. i'm pretty sure yu-kun will looove the cupcakes. just as much as you love him."

a sputter followed by a cough sounds next to you. "hey, that- that's not true. what're you talking about?" the blond exclaims indignantly.

the whisk dropped into the batter, a loud gasp escapes you as you twist to face him. "are you implying your love for yu-kun is fake, then? oh gosh! and here i thought you were a decent person, kento-kun!" you cry out dramatically, placing a hand over your forehead.

"hey, no, that's not it," the boy refutes your claims in an instant. you watch in glee how his otherwise-stoic features grow bashful. "my feelings for haibara-kun aren't fake. they are real. quite a lot so."

"oh, is it so?" you ask in faux-curiosity, then turn to the boy, genuinely wondering, "then why don't you confess to him? yu-kun will accept it in a heartbeat, i'm sure of that."

a couple of seconds pass before the smile falls from your face, giving way to a mighty frown, as you watch the boy next to you grow silent, desolation dimming his gaze as he returns to finding the cupcake moulds.

in your sixteen years of existence, you've always viewed love as... just that. lovely. exceedingly so.

yes, you have never experienced it yourself yet, but everyone else always described it as wonderful, leaving one happy and giddy and just splendid at the end of the day.

then why does kento-kun's face grow grave at love's very mention?

"are you scared of losing him one day, kento-kun?" you ask him quietly, the words tumbling out your mouth before you registering, while you add the other ingredients - brown sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla extract - into the bowl and start whisking them again.

a long while passes - one wherein two excited yells sound from the living room, accompanied by a dramatic whine (you know whose) - after which your question receives a reply.

except, it's your inquiry thrown back at you.

"aren't you scared of losing your loved ones?" nanami asks, just as quietly as you did. in the background, yet another dramatic cry rings through the air-conditioned air.

and your mind, as if on auto-pilot, flies back to that one night a week ago you spent in the infirmary.

the night you felt the most terrified. the most penitent. the loneliest.

the mission was worded to be an easy one, a simple in-and-out kind.

gojo and you decided to visit the ruins of a shrine in nikko, kill the special-grade curse wreaking havoc there, and finally go to the patisserie nearby, he had been singing praises for, for weeks and days at end.

that was the plan, that would have been the reality too - an awesome reality to mark the start of your much-loved summer holidays - until everything went haywire, that is.

there was no one special-grade curse, there were multitudes of them. and if that wasn't enough, to couple that woe, the walls were too, too derelict and weak to bear the brunt of either of your cursed energy blows, let alone your joint attacks.

the tragedy, however, lay not in either of the facts.

the tragedy lay in gojo's and your ignorance of both of them.

before either of you could realize what's wrong, whilst you two were relaxing for a beat, having exorcised all the curses, bodies tired and bruised, the ages-old shrine came caving in on you - the roof, the walls, the everything.

and gojo, being gojo - the absolute self-sacrificing idiot you never knew he could be - chose to turn his infinity off in favour of pulling you under his tall frame, bearing the weight of the crash all upon his back.

the entire trip back to school and everything that happened after is all a blurry mess in your brain now.

save for the metallic stench of blood, the leaden weight of guilt, the sympathetic soft voices and the ice-cold hand you kept rubbing circles on and on, and pressing kisses to, throughout the night till the morning next - when a familiar pair of clear blue eyes opened, blinking blearily, and crinkled in a grin at your sight, raspy voice asking if you would mind visiting the shop a couple of days later.

your cheeks feel awfully wet as you recount those details - and you huff a watery chuckle.

"i too am scared, i guess," you admit in a hushed tone, pouring the batter into the moulds - eight, not twelve, you remind yourself, 'cause shoko went to visit family and geto's going on that date you're forcing him to go. a beat passes in utter silence before you feel a pair of arms pull you gently into a side-embrace.

"i didn't intend to make you cry, sorry," nanami says in a kind voice. you immediately open your mouth, wanting to say it's not his fault; the boy shushes you, continuing, just as gently, "why don't you take a small break, hm? only the frosting's left, right? i'll call haibara. both of us can handle it from here."

betraying your brimming eyes, you throw him an impish grin. "are you sure this wasn't some ploy to get some alone-time with your boyfie?"

"no, it wasn't," your classmate says, rolling his eyes in annoyance, though the smile on his lips tell you otherwise. accepting the napkin from him, you let him maneuver you towards the living room, an arm slung around your shoulders, when he speaks up again, "geto senpai will be leaving for his date in another couple of minutes. he's already ready."

your brows furrow a tad as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes. nanami hates stating the obvious... then why is he now?

"of course, i know that. i was the one who set him up on that date, remember?" you say, perplexed, "so?"

"so..." the blond drawls with a rare wide grin. did the sun rise in the west today or something of the sort?

"you should've realized by now, it was a ploy to get you some alone-time with your boyfie."

an indignant gasp escaping, you twist in his grasp, ready to deny his mind-boggling claims - then stop when you catch gojo grin at you, waving not unlike a maniac, from where he is slouched on the couch.

ignoring the tight feeling in your chest (must have been a heartburn from that stale pizza), you grin back at your shades-wearing senpai, waving just as wildly.

nanami's an idiot - you decide as you sit down carefully next to the white-haired boy - he's still healing, after all - and kiss his bandaged forehead. your two classmates, meanwhile, keep rambling, like the pining fools they've been of late.

ignoring them, you focus on your ruminations instead - yeah, you're certainly not in love with your gojo senpai. it's just that-

"hey, were you crying?" musings broken in half by a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheeks, you peer up at the boy, only to find him frowning, concern clear-as-day behind his goggles.

biting your lower lip to keep it from wobbling, you shake your head 'no' and snuggle into his side, relishing in the warmth he offers, the balmy discomfort of 39°C be damned.

asking you no more questions, gojo simply pulls you even closer into himself; you close your eyes to restrain your tears.

tears of joy.

tears of relief.

tears of something new, something wonderful, you can't name yet, but have a hunch, can soon.

encased in your dear (not beloved, just dear) senpai's comforting touch, your lost train of thought revisits you, waiting to be finished.

a warm smile appears on your lips.

it's just that you'll do anything in this world - without an ounce of reluctance - if it means you always get to see that goofy, careless, adorable, genuine grin on his face, you've grown to cherish so much.

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bellafragolina · 22 days

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Could you write an imagine for Ingo, emmet, and N (separate) were it takes place during the final year of highschool. The characters and the reader a pining for each other hard and they’re working hard to try and confess as well ask the other to prom. Up to you on who confesses first

you got it babe! these will be a little shorter due to there being multiple characters, hope that's okay!

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Ingo:

You were all he could think about most days. Ingo knew it was hopeless, that denying it would get him nowhere. He had to face the facts that he was smitten for you. It was hard not to be, when you smiled at him and laughed at his pitiful jokes. He was lucky to have been assigned as your lab partner for the year, a blessing he wasn't going to squander after pining after you so hard all of high school.

So Ingo planned. He worked diligently to create something worth your time, an intricate gesture to show the extent of his feelings, hopefully without being too much. As much as Ingo admired you, he didn't want to scare you away by being too much too fast.

He could already be loud; he didn't want to be overbearing.

So on a bright Saturday morning, Ingo plotted himself in your front yard, shaking head to toe as he clutched his big sign, his bouquet of flowers, his balloons, and a bag of sweets he knew you liked. His call of your name had you running to your window, and as you peered down to him, you read the words on the sign he held.

"Please join me for a fun Eevee-ning at Prom!"

"Please!" The red-faced Ingo tacked on, just in case.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, giggling. "Yes! I'll go to prom with you!"

Ingo's resounding "REALLY??" could be heard across Unova. But hey, at least he was happy. That's all you cared about anyway.

Emmet:

Emmet was pretty deep in denial of his feelings for you when prom season began to roll around. You were just his very good friend! And he got so excited to hang out with you that it made him all hot and flushed, so it wasn't blushing, Ingo, he was just hot.

The thing that really kicked his ass into gear was hearing that someone else wanted to ask you to prom. It was just a casual mention he happened to overhear, and suddenly Emmet was struck with horror that he was being dumb assuming you'd go to prom together without him even asking just because you were best friends.

(Jealousy played a hand in it as well, not that he really acknowledged that part.)

Emmet didn't waste time once he came to those several conclusions. He scrambled to get what he needed. He grabbed your favorite sweet treats, he got flowers, he got a plush of a Pokémon you liked. He raced to your house afterwards, nearly tearing out the knees of his jeans as he dropped to a kneel before you.

"Prom!" He shouted at you, sweaty and blushing and deliriously smiling so very wide. "Please!"

"Really?" You gasped, clapping when he nodded. "Yes! Emmet!"

Your kiss kicked his head on straight. Oh, he did love you. A lot.

Good thing he had all of prom to make up for lost time!

N grew up sheltered, but he knew about prom. He knew about promposals, how romantic they were, and figured they were the perfect way to express his feelings for you. He knew through your Pokémon that you were practically swooning over the idea of being asked to prom, so N went to work.

It was. . . more difficult than he expected. Getting the supplies was easy, but what would he say? What would he put on the poster board? There were the typical prom-related puns, or Pokémon-related puns, or what have you, but he wanted it to be special. You deserved special.

He couldn't ask Ghetsis, so N turned towards your own friends. Luckily, they were happy to helpful, if a bit threatening towards him should he even think of breaking your heart (not that he would ever!). They showed him a few quotes you liked, a few puns you found endlessly funny, and other ideas.

And with all the information, N put together the most incomprehensible and crowded poster board to ever be. And he marched it up to your house, along with flowers and candy and a corsage and even a stereo playing music in the background.

"Hello." He greeted, rushing to get the words out as you struggled to comprehend the sign before you. "Please go to prom with me. We'll have so much fun!"

"Oh!" You gasped, but you grinned. N dropped his sign the moment your arms opened to him, beaming into your shoulder. "Of course!"

You showed your friends the pictures your parents took afterwards, and they boggled the monstrosity N put together. But you were covering him in grateful kisses, so they kept any negative opinions to themselves. At least you were happy!

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how cute! promposals sound so romantic and sweet T-T

hope you enjoy!

~Renee

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #n x reader

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iidylllic · 2 years

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Insatiable 💠

Dark!Il Dottore x reader | 18+ | 3.5k words

Description: Ever since you started working for him, Dottore’s impact on you cannot be understated.

Reader specifications: AFAB, gendered terms (girl), reader is a bit dense no lie, assistant!reader

Character specifications: He’s an asshole. Newest Il Dottore. 0 regard for his clones. Still a maniac.

Tags: [bimbofication, dumbification, reader cums like a lot, masturbation, use of sex toys, “pining”, dildos, yandere, drugging, consumption of sex fluids, kidnapping mentioned, chastity belt mentioned, fingering, degradation, humiliation, violation of scientific ethics]

Note: lord above. i have no excuse. please take it.

I am 18+, have read the tags, and consent to seeing the content of this fic [yes ⬇️] [no ↩️]

———

You don’t notice it. Of course you don’t notice it at first. Nobody would.

Dottore is… a strange boss. You’re not here by your own free will, but you do get paid. Paid well. You’re surprised your old lab partner would go to such an extent, to drag you out of Sumeru and personally recruit you into the Fatui. He says he did for this two reasons. The first is that he could tolerate being in a lab with you, and the second is because he could. It was a… rocky start to say the least, but you settled into a routine.

You perform supplementary experiments. You analyse samples. You get him the parts. To be entirely honest, you do rather little for such a generous salary.

Dottore doesn’t seem to mind. He’s never brought it up.

In fact, he’s rather hospitable.

He brings you food if you’re working on something. He makes sure you’re drinking enough. You always get free time.

Sometimes you wonder if you function more as company than an actual employee. The arrangements, the workload, the environment and Dottore himself- all far too good to be true.

And if it’s too good to be true, it probably is.

The first red flag is when he leaves you alone for a week on Fatui business, and your mind won’t stop going to him. It’s ridiculous. It feels wrong. You’re not “in denial” about any feelings for your kidnapper. It’s like your brain is completely out of your control, the image of him flashing on the insides of your eyelids. You’re unable to divert your thoughts away from him for more than an hour, despite how much you’d looked forward to this Dottore-free vacation. The night before he returns, you end up masturbating on your bed and you can’t steer your train of thought. The sheets twist under your body and your pleasure is so hard to reach fully, keeping you on edge until you shamefully whimper out the word “Dottore”, imagining the man himself is above you.

You lie awake that night, hoping it resolves itself soon. You couldn’t masturbate to your boss, your literal kidnapper, and expect your brain to not program some kind of response into you.

Appealing to your own sense of logic, you end up rationalising everything. So what if you experience a bit of sexual attraction for the man? You don’t want him romantically- a relationship with him sounds like hell. It’s probably just because he’s the one of few people you see regularly, and so your subconscious has decided he’s the only viable partner. Maybe you just need to get out more.

The flaw in that plan is that Dottore doesn’t like when you go very far. He suggests that you stay with him, asking you rhetorical questions that make you freeze in place, appealing to your sense of logic. Scaring you with tales of Fatui soldiers, and arguing that being asocial is a blessing within the Fatui. And it always ends with you dutifully returning to your place by his side.

When things are like that, the way Dottore wants, it seems to calm you down as well.

It only gets worse.

He touches you and his cold hands are a soothing touch to your heated body, yet they only leave you hotter.

Heat, because you’re always a little feverish. Your cunt drips during the day and you find your legs rubbing together involuntarily during experiments. You have to stop- stop thinking with your pussy, stop masturbating to the thought of him, because clearly this is only happening due to your habits in that department. You take to masturbating before work to try and clear your head, and you moan his name when you do that, too. At least it manages to sate you for most of the workday, but it only leaves you feeling guilty. You know you’re digging yourself into a deeper hole.

“You’ve been rather unfocused lately,” He remarks, putting both of his hands on your shoulders. To your surprise he starts to massage them lightly. You have to hold back a needy whine, and thank the archons he’s behind you so he can’t see your heating face. “Is something wrong?”

Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it.

You swallow dryly. “I think I might be coming down with something.”

“That’s no good,” He coos. Your legs rub. You try to still yourself. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Do tell me if it gets worse.”

“I will.”

He goes, fiddles around with something in the break room, and returns with a glass of water, placing it silently to your side.

“Oh- thanks, Dottore.”

And he’s away again, briskly walking to the other side of the lab to resume his analysis of some petri dishes.

Are you falling for his gestures of kindness? Kindness only specifically towards you? Kindness you only see when you’re alone with him?

No, you can’t be. You know what he’s capable of. He’s a despicable man.

But it doesn’t stop you from crying out his name again that night, face down into your pillow.

———

Your workwear is growing more risqué underneath your lab coat. Shorter skirts. You unbutton your blouses at the top. You start wearing those thigh-high stockings with a garter that peeks out, something you’d found at the bottom of your drawers. You buy more. The blouses become a little thinner. Your lacy bras are visible underneath. You usually wear flats in the lab just to be safe, but you find yourself picking out mary-janes with a small heel. Just something a little more adventurous, but not something that would clack obnoxiously on the ground. The last thing you would want to do is irritate Dottore.

After your morning masturbation session, you get dressed into these increasingly “scandalous” clothes, fix your hair, make sure everything looks presentable, and you smile going out the door, putting your lab coat on top.

You’ve never been so excited about going to work before. The behaviour should strike you as odd, but you’re being worn down by the mere thought of Dottore. So you’re having a little honeymoon phase with the crush on your boss. May as well enjoy it, right?

———

It’s getting disgraceful.

Your crush, that is. Can you even call it that, or is it just uncontrollable sexual desire?

You have to use some of your lunchbreak to go to the bathroom just so you can rub your pussy in peace. Legs spread on the toilet, moaning into the crook of your elbow, trying to cum as fast as possible as to not arouse suspicion. You use the small clock on the bathroom wall as a reference, stopping yourself when five minutes passes.

Unfortunately, this leaves you desperate to orgasm more times than not, walking out of the bathroom and back to lab with lust ignited in your body and that same stupid smile on your face.

You always wash your hands thoroughly and make sure not a hair is out of place, your makeup perfect.

You hadn’t worn makeup to work before this. Dottore was the only one you see frequently, and you didn’t want him to think you were wearing for it him.

Now, well… you have no other excuse. You are definitely wearing it for him. Maybe he’ll notice your effort, have a fling with you, and this whole thing can break your heart and be over with.

———

Dottore burns a pair of gloves whilst handling an experiment.

“You aren’t injured, are you?” You say, moving towards him.

“No, it only burnt the gloves. At least they did their job.”

“Let me clean that up for you, sir.”

He’s smiling underneath the mask. You’re so helpful, aren’t you?

“Ah, just dispose of the gloves, (Y/N). I can handle the rest.”

You bend down right in front of him, legs straight, and pick off the glove he’d hastily thrown to the floor.

One is completely fried. The other, barely singed. You pocket the more functional of the two, devious idea hatching in your head.

That night, you put your hand into the glove and finger yourself with it on, imagining with more realism how Dottore’s fingertips would feel against your gummy walls.

You cum so hard you see stars.

———

You can’t stop thinking about his dick.

You’re such a pervert. The stolen glove was already a stretch too far- this entire thing has gone too far, your little performance to try and attract his attention. But Celestia above, when you walk into the breakroom and see him relaxing, your thoughts immediately go to kneeling between his legs and sucking him off.

There has to be some way of staving these thoughts off.

Well… your daily masturbation sessions have needed some excitement. The only sex shop in the area lies in a dark alleyway, a small room with various sex toys lining the walls and a desk crammed into the corner.

You pick out a medium sized dildo with far less shame than anticipated, hoping it would be just what you needed. Mm… maybe something else? A small, metal plug catches your eye, a jewel embedded at one end. You only live once. To top off the purchase, a vial of lube, just in case.

The woman at the desk smiles up at you.

And when you open up your winter coat, reaching into the inside pockets for mora, you realise exactly how you look. Shirt slightly undone, bra visible underneath, skirt hiked up with your bare thighs revealed.

The woman doesn’t seem to care. She tells you to enjoy your purchase.

Snezhnaya is cold, but the heat in your loins burns bright at the excitement.

———

You start training yourself to deepthroat. You’re dedicated, the sessions taking place prior to your morning masturbation. Afterwards, you usually pop the plug into your ass before putting your panties over the top- it’s fun to squirm against it as you sit in the lab.

It’s like your energy is allocated to your sexual endeavours instead of your work.

And Dottore still doesn’t care. Perhaps his workload has also fallen off a little, because he’s assigning less to you. He also has you follow him around more, and do your own thing less. You don’t mind. You’re kept busy with more writing tasks that now take longer than you remember, filing the papers for his experiments. If you successfully manage to orgasm during your lunch break, you can regain some cognitive skills for the later part of the day. You still do some experiments, but if you don’t manage to orgasm it’s like your brain is completely fried. You try your hardest to stop staring at him, an act which is now accompanied by the instantaneous thought of a brutal pounding from his cock.

You giggle when he approaches you, you giggle when he touches you. You try to flirt a little, but you can’t tell if he’s being receptive or not. Your mind blanks out as you focus on his lips. You want to kiss him. Something, anything.

He ends up having to repeat himself more, yet doesn’t seem to mind. He’s never even gotten irritated with you before.

He’s very kind. All this time, and he still makes sure to get your meals alongside his.

There’s a voice in the back of your head that screams something.

The subconscious mind is really complicated stuff. You shake your head and get up to excuse yourself for a bathroom break. Your cunt desperately requires attention.

———

During one of your evening masturbations, you think: wouldn’t it be nice if you had a dildo on the seat you use in the lab? Recently you’ve been obsessed with feeling full. Another trip to the sex shop has you returning with a bigger plug, and two more sizes of dildo- one smaller, and one larger than your current one.

Occasionally, you end up keeping the smaller dildo inside of you as you walk into the lab, the only thing keeping it in place being your panties, which the base of the dildo is able to be strapped around. You love riding it when Dottore’s back is turned, bouncing slightly on your seat for some friction.

It feels so much better to masturbate in the same room as him. It’s so naughty. But if Dottore hears the chair creaking, he doesn’t say anything. You don’t even need to cry out his name the first time you cum in the lab, a usual prerequisite for actually reaching an orgasm. You grit your teeth and try to moderate your breathing. Having him there is enough.

There’s no shame nor horror at your lewd act. Just your hole spasming around the dildo and some post-orgasm clarity as you dutifully file the rest of the report.

You head to the bathroom immediately after to clean yourself up, changing your soaked panties. You always have to bring a change these days.

———

You still keep the glove to rub yourself with. But nothing, nothing is comparing to orgasming with him actually inside the room. You need something more.

You’ve been having nasty, dirty thoughts. You want to steal some of his underwear so you can sniff it as you masturbate. Gross- it should be gross. But it isn’t. You’re really far gone, you think, from the person that Dottore hired. Why are you even still here? You hardly do your previous workload, you shamelessly play with yourself during work hours. You’ll have to offer yourself to him eventually. Plead and beg with the man to fuck you.

And what if he says no? The thought makes you feel violently ill. It would do more than break your heart. You’d be willing to do anything to feel his cock inside of you if just for a moment. You’d be willing to worship him, kiss the ground he walks on, if it just means a taste of your deepest desires follows the act.

How long will it take until he notices? You’ve did a good job so far, covering it all up from him… haven’t you?

Any rational thought would guide you to the solution that he definitely knows, but you don’t really have rational thoughts anymore.

You don’t wear your labcoat, now. It effectively removes you from the rather foolish notion that you’re a scientist, with the slutty outfits you kept underneath it, with all the rubbing you do underneath your desk, the edging, the orgasms you save for when he’s close enough. You resign yourself to the paperwork, filing his reports. In the morning, he sometimes unbuttons your shirt by one button, revealing more of your breasts. He pretends to be wiping something off your shirt, and you just let him.

You’re just grateful for any attention that you can get, which is why you don’t really care that he’s started groping you. One day, you bend over to pick up a paper, and his hands run over the globes of your ass from behind. “Well? Aren’t you going to give it a little shake for me, darling?

You giggle and obey. You do a lot of that. Your pert ass shimmies in the air as you’re still bent over. Dottore gropes it hard before he walks off again.

One day, he tells you to go up to his residence and do laundry for him. He doesn’t keep any housekeepers despite his status, and you’re all too happy to assist without question. It’s a slow day in the lab, you suppose. Being in his home triggers a a strong state of arousal as soon as you walk through the door, one that’s hardly resolved when you finally, finally dig out his underwear from the pile. In the end, you masturbate with your face down in the pile of laundry, sobbing out “sir”s and “Dottore”s along the way. Only then do you actually start doing it, hanging it up and returning to the lab for dinner.

You can do more than just masturbate, though, and this proves it. You can do whatever pleases him. You take up whatever menial tasks he offers, anything to feel his hand condescendingly pat the top of your head and call you a good girl. Your whole world revolves around Dottore and making him happy.

Your wearing of panties also decreases. Sure, you can’t have the dildo in, but you can still have your plug in and pray that Dottore notices your desperation. If you spoil yourself too much with orgasms, you might end up less willing for Dottore, and you don’t want that. But that does come with its own host of problems, namely that there’s nothing to stop your juices from leaking all over the place.

“Oh, (Y/N),” He sighs in disapproval. Your body freezes. “Surely not you’re not headed to the restroom already? You’ve made another mess on your seat. Lick it up.”

“Yes, sir.”

And before you can stop yourself, you’re bent over, face buried into your slick, tongue cleaning every last drop. Dottore approaches you from behind. You flinch at how his cold hands caress your ass. Your skirt is hiked up further, and-

“Oh? How interesting.”

Two fingers grasp your plug, pushing and pulling it out of your asshole. You let out an unrestrained moan- finally, finally something more- and he puts it back into place.

“When did you get it?”

“A little while ago,” You reply. “Maybe five weeks, sir?”

“And when did you start wearing it to the lab?” He asks, idly playing with it again.

“As soon as I got it.”

He hums.

“You don’t know this (Y/N), and I’m going to be surprised if it registers fully through your thick skull, but you’re a very successful experiment.”

“Did… Did I make you proud?” You gasp out, feeling a thumb running over at your labia.

“Proud..? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, dear. Proud of myself, yes. I’m not exactly sure if I would consider myself proud of the little slut that rubs her cunt during work hours. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that I’m pleased with you.”

“What-“

He puts two fingers into your pussy without bother and you squeal. “Nuance, (Y/N). I’m not entirely convinced your brain can cope with that anymore. I suppose I could fuck you, and you’d regain some of your intelligence temporarily, but I don’t think this-“

He emphasises by thrusting his fingers in and out, and even with no particular aim it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. Better than the dildos, and far better than just playing with your clit. You cum dangerously fast, moaning his name through your orgasm and continuing to gasp it afterwards. Your body is alight with pure ecstasy.

“- is going away anytime soon.”

He plays with the plug again. You buck your hips towards him, presenting eagerly.

“Maybe if you had been any more invested in your job, you would’ve bought a chastity belt to restrain your whorish tendencies as you worked up a resistance to the drug.”

Dottore’s hand leaves you. You finish licking up your mess, acutely aware of a new one between your legs.

“I suppose it’s a bit late for that. But I may end up having to get you one if you fail to control yourself. Hmm…”

You finally stand up again, running a finger up the inside of your thigh and cleaning it with your mouth as you stare into his eyes, free from the mask. Your thoughts are blank. He’s right. You’re failing to process everything he says.

And his lips finally meet yours, tasting some of your slick in the process. You gasp, eager, kissing him back for the short duration that he’s there. When he draws back, your glassy eyes can only focus on him.

Dottore exhales. “Yet, there’s some merit in keeping you as a drooling, mindless nymphomaniac. Come, I’ve been waiting patiently for an eternity- unlike a certain someone. Let’s run some… preliminary tests.”

Within five minutes, you’re in the break room, kissing the tip of his erect cock. It’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen outside of Dottore himself. He even said you can get yourself off on his shoe after, but you don’t need that, as alluring as it sounds. It’s enough to finally be pleasuring him, listening keenly for his groans and learning exactly what he likes. He’s impressed when you take him all the way in as well, nose meeting his midriff. Dottore’s shaft fills your throat nicely, and your hips rock with need.

“Good girl,” He breathes. “Someone’s been practising, I take it?”

In response, you move back and forth. His hand finds itself caught in your hair and you gladly let him set the pace, fucking your mouth however he likes. It doesn’t take long until he pulls out of you, using his hand to finish off into your open mouth and waiting tongue. You take care to taste his load. Warm, heavy, salty. And you gratefully swallow, smiling as it goes down your throat. Your legs squeeze together tightly, and you somehow manage to orgasm with no sensation. It’s weak, but you still whine lightly, no sensation to allow you to really ride it out. You’re trembling, unaware of if Dottore realises this or not.

“My offer still stands.” Dottore tells you, shuffling his shoe against the ground.

“Mm… I think my…” You start to stand up, Dottore also beginning to readjust himself.

“Makeup… got ruined…”

Dottore looks rather indifferent. “Well, you should go fix it then, shouldn’t you?”

You nod, trotting off to the bathroom with your purse and stopping yourself at the mirror before entering one of the cubicles.

For a moment as you look into your reflection, there’s everything. Rage, disgust, disappointment, a moment of clarity in the world around you where everything makes sense- the betrayal, hopelessness, shame.

And it goes away. You start using wet paper towels to wipe away your mascara and lipstick, carefully reapplying them after with a skilled hand.

You pop your lips, adjust your blouse, making sure your bra barely peeks out of it. You adjust your hair and admire yourself from a few different angles to make sure everything’s perfect.

Much better.

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rose-blush-eddie · 1 year

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This is my first ever attempt at smut so I apologise in advance. Not proof read yet but will get round to it soon!

Feedback more than welcome!

5k words

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, smut, semi-public sex, praise kink, degradation, oral sex (male receding), AFAB reader, Eddie Munson x reader, enemies to lovers, alcohol. Please let me know if I forgot anything!

You don’t know what it is about Eddie that causes you such disdain towards him. Maybe it’s his cocky attitude, his untamed hair or just… how much he annoyed the shit out of you. It was like he’d made it his personal mission to drive you insane.

Every snide comment or sneer in your direction sent blood boiling through your veins and colour flushing your cheeks in anger. It didn’t help that beneath all the animosity there was deep routed tension and attraction. You weren’t stupid, you knew it was mutual from all the times you’d caught him staring at your chest or ass, and worst of all he wouldn’t even pretended to be ashamed at being caught. He’d just wink at you and carry on with the conversation like he had any right to look at you that way.

You think it began a few years ago when you were both teenagers. You had been drunk at one Steve Harrington’s many house parties, arm around Eddie and your mouth pressed to his ear, his hair pushed aside, so he could hear you over the booming music.

“You know, I’ve always thought something might happen between me and you.” You confessed, far too drunk to care that your filter was completely shot. Eddie just laughed in return, his arm squeezing around your waist as he pulled you closer to his side.

“And why is that sweetheart? Can’t resist me?” He chuckled, as you pouted in return.

“I’ve seen how you look at me Eddie, you’re not slick you know.” A blush rose to his cheeks as he looked away from you, but no denial left his mouth.

“You could kiss me you know? If you wanted to?” You couldn’t help but flirt, thanking the alcohol in your system for the boost of confidence you’d never have had whilst sober.

Eddie turned to look at you, but the humour was gone from his eyes. You wondered if had even been there in the first place or if you’d imagined it. “I can’t kiss you sweetheart. It’s wrong” you watched as his throat moved around the lump forming there, his adams apple bobbing with the force.

He looked away again before he could see your reaction, and you were glad. The sting of rejection must have been written all over your face. The words felt like an icy dagger plunged through your heart, cracking the beating organ in your chest.

“It’s wrong?” You spoke coldly, trying to avoid any emotion weeping into your voice.

“Yes it’s wrong, you know it is.” He replied, still not looking at you. His arm was carefully removed from your waist and placed back by his own side. Which hurt even more. He wouldn’t even touch you.

“Well if it’s so wrong I guess I’ll leave you in peace Eddie. Wouldn’t want to bother you with my presence.” You spat, voice laced with venom to hide the heartbreak he’d forced upon you.

For months you’d harboured feelings towards the cutely haired boy. Months of pining and longing looks. Surely you can’t have imagined the way he looked at you, the lingering touches on your arm or back when you sat together or passed in the hallway.

What hurt the most was the fact that Eddie was your friend. Your closest friend. Rejecting you is one thing, if you truly had imagined what you thought had been there between you, but to do it so openly, so cruelly. He didn’t even have the decency to let you down gently. So much for being your friend.

Without sparing Eddie another glance you got up, smoothing out your dress and grabbing your drink from where you’d left it on the floor and turned, walking away from Eddie and the remnants of your once comforting friendship. If he was going to treat you like he had no care for your feelings, why did you have to spare him another thought. He could go fuck himself for all you cared.

Speaking of fucking… you glanced around, weighing up the men around you with slight disdain in the hopes you could find another man to entertain you for the night. It was slim pickings, most of the decent guys were already spoken for, until your eyes landed on Jason Carver. He was stood by the bar in the kitchen, mixing himself an awful looking concoction. He wasn’t the nicest of people, if anything he was downright rude, but he was attractive. And single. And his personality had no bearing on what you needed from him. You walked up, faking the confidence required and leaned against the counter to his right, holding your drink out.

“Y/N? Hey, you good?” He asked, looking up at you in confusion. His blue eyes displayed his unsureness as to why you’d approached him. You rarely mixed with his sort, you were only at the party because Steve apparently invited the whole year, but you weren’t an outcast. Just… selective of what company you kept. Clearly that was a lapse in judgement on your part.

“Yeah, more than good. Just thought you looked like you could use some company?” You cringed internally at your blatant flirting, batting your eyelashes as you took a sip from your drink. To your surprise it seemed to be working. The jock straightened up, taking another step towards you, his drink forgotten on the kitchen counter. His hand reached towards yours, his pinky finger nudging your hand as it rested next to him.

“I can’t say I’m not flattered Y/N, but aren’t you normally hanging out with the freak at these sort of things?” You winced at his words, before remembering exactly what that ‘freak’ had done to you. You owed him nothing.

“Mmm I used to. But I’ve had a slight change of heart. Figured I was hanging with the wrong sort of people and it was about time to change it. People like him can reflect badly on people like us if we give them the time of day. You know?” Your voice was sickly sweet, matching the slightly sick feeling in your stomach, partly from the ridiculous amount of alcohol you’d consumed and also the awful words leaving your mouth. Even then it hurt to talk about Eddie that way. But you shook the feeling, determined to turn the night around. “Why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing out on? I know Harrington has a few spare rooms upstairs?” You leaned even further in, your nose practically touching Jason’s as he glanced down at your lips.

“That sounds like a great idea to me.” He beamed down at you, straightening to his full height as he grabbed your hand in one of his, and his drink in the other. “Lead the way.”

You giggled as you turned around to head upstairs, freezing for a split second when your eyes locked onto Eddie’s. He was emotionless, nothing showing in his usually sparkling brown eyes. You got a hold of yourself, shrugging off his gaze as you lead Jason upstairs.

——————————————————————-

That night was three years ago now.

Two of which had been spent with you and Eddie avoiding each other at all possible times. That was until last year, when Steve (who you’d grown close to over the years) inexplicably befriended the metal head. And since then Eddie has started tagging along to all your hangouts and driving you slowly insane. The worst part is you hadn’t told any of the others why you disliked Eddie so much, because to do so you’d have to reveal the humiliating rejection he’d thrown your way three whole years ago. Which still stung to this day.

You’d slowly gone off the rails after that night, sleeping around to a degree, switching up your wardrobe and friends and slowly integrating yourself into the popular group at Hawkins High. The friendships felt superficial, the male attention hollow, but it proved to be a good distraction. And your friendship with Steve and Robin helped ease some of the mundanity of your school life, even after graduating last year they were still there for you.

So that’s how you found yourself in the Hideout on a random Friday night, fake ID burning in your pocket. Eddie’s band was playing and Robin and Steve had all but insisted you all go to show your support as it was his first gig on a Friday, which was apparently a big deal. You were corded round a small table, luke warm beer growing even warmer in your hand as you tried to tune out the music coming from the stage. You’d even turned up late, hoping to have missed Corroded Coffin by ‘accident’ but had somehow ended up arriving just in time for the last song. The crowd was mild at best, mostly middle aged men and the odd girl decked in leather and eyeliner eyeing up the men on the stage. The music wasn’t to your taste, all shouting vocals and harsh guitars, but you could appreciate the skill required to produce such sounds. Even if it was Eddie’s skills you were forced to appreciate.

The worst part was how good he looked on stage, sweat glistening off his pale, tattooed skin, fingers skilfully picking at his guitar strings as closed the final song to applause from the small audience. As the band closed their set and packed up their instruments, one of the girls dressed all in black approached the stage, leaning onto the decking as she started talking to Eddie. He pushed his hair off his face as he seemed to lean in closer to her, grinning in the bright stage light and talking animatedly to her.

You looked away, focusing back on Steve and Robin’s idle chatter to distract yourself from the man whose attention was evidently occupied. You weren’t really listening, until Steve nodded his head in the direction of the bar to your right, and Robin rolled her eyes. “He’s honestly insatiable. I don’t know how he does it.” She quipped, to Steve’s amusement. You turned, knowing they were talking about Eddie. And you were right. He was now stood at the bar, the girl he’d been taking to minutes ago clinging to his side as they both downed shots of what looked like vodka, the blonde girl giggling obnoxiously.

Your insides turned. You’d bbe en around Eddie enough lately to know he had no issues getting laid. Since graduating high school his confidence had soared, as did his popularity and other women. Clearly he had no problem sleeping around, just not with you.

“I’m going outside for a smoke.” You mumbled as you grabbed your bag from the table, ignoring Steve’s offer to accompany you. You know it was rude but you couldn't face Steve’s ueuql questioning about ‘what actually is your problem with Eddie?’

You pushed open the heavy back door to the hideout, letting it slam behind you as you lit up a cigarette. You let your head gently hit the wall behind you as you exhaled, eyes closed as you blew the smoke out into the cool November air. The door slammed next to you, but you didn’t care to look up. Any number of people came outside to smoke, none of which mattered to you.

“You should be careful smoking out here by yourself.” Eddie. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know.

“Taken a break from trying to get that girl drunk in the hopes that you’d get laid tonight?” You snarked, keeping your eyes closed as you heard Eddie light up his own cigarette.

“You of all people know I would never do that.” He replied solemnly, which caught your attention. You opened your eyes, peering at him out of the corner of your eye line.

“What is that supposed to mean?” The statement seemed to alert some lingering memory inside of you, but what it was you couldn’t say.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. But no, she’s gay if you must know. And I’m only telling you that because she’s a good friend and doesn’t mind me saying to people I trust.” He replied, inhaling again as he held his cigarette between his middle and pointer fingers.

“You trust me?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the statement. You’ve avoided him as much as you can for three years, only mutual friends forcing you to interact.

“Yeah. I do. Fuck knows why Y/N. Maybe because we were once friends.”

“Yeah and you made sure to put a stop to that, didn’t you Eddie.” It wasn’t a question. You hadn’t spoken about what happened that night, hoping you could go your whole life never having to breach the subject. Trust Eddie to ruin even that.

“Me? I ruined it did I? Bit rich Y/N, considering you were the one who fucking slandered me to Jason Carver and then left with him, rubbing my face in it like I meant nothing to you!” He was shouting now, stamping his cigarette out beneath his reeboks into the dirt. Glaring at your with pure anger in his eyes.

“And why do you care Eddie? You made it more than clear that you didn’t want me.” At that you turned, entering back into the Hideout and letting the door slam shut behind you, however the loud bang of the door swinging shut never came. Eddie was storming in behind you, closely behind you. You ignored his pursuit, heading towards the ladies toilets. Only as you entered, Eddie was still behind you, following you into the toilets.

“Eddie what the fuck? You can’t be in here!” You snarled, pushing at his chest to try and get him to back out of the door and back into the bar. His hands came to grip your wrists as you still pushed against his chest. His large fingers encompassed your wrists as he took another step towards you.

“You know Y/N, you’re such a little fucking brat. You turn up at my show, accuse me of trying to get some girl drunk in the hopes of getting lucky, and then rub in my face how little you care for me.” He was almost spitting, his face right in yours now and his hands frightening around your wrists. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palms.

Up close you had a glimpse into his eyes you hadn’t seen in yours. Sparkling and the deepest chocolate brown, swimming with hurt. What right had he to be hurt. He was the one who rejected you.

“Well I think I can talk to you how I want after what you did Eddie. You don’t deserve my respect or even my time of day. I hate you Eddie, I hate that I have to see you every day. I hate that you fucking rejected me and then let me walk off with Jason Carver. You could’ve stopped me, you could’ve cared and you didn’t” you screamed, still held steadfast by Eddie’s unrelenting grip. His eyes flashed quickly across yours, his look assessing you as he leant in somehow even closer.

“You wanted me to stop you?” He breathed, eyes flickering down to your lips. The motion ignited fire inside of you. How dare he consider kissing you after what he did. After years of ignoring each other and sleeping with stupid men who you barely even cared for in the hopes that one of them will be the one who helped you forgot about Eddie.

“Of course I did Eddie. How fucking naive of me, right?” You snapped back. Still unmoving.

Eddie seemed to hesitate for only a second more, before he forcefully pressed his lips into yours, one hand leaving your wrist to wrap into your hair. His mouth was insistent, his hot body pressed against you, crushing your hands that remained on his chest. You couldn’t help yourself, kissing back with an equal amount of force and pushing your hips onto his.

This spurred him on, his tongue wetting your lips as you parted to let him in, your tongues moving against each other and his hand tightening in your loose hair. You bit his lip, earning a sharp hiss from the man as he pulled you back by the grip on your hair, looking at you with a fire in his eyes you’d never had the pleasure of witnessing before.

“Into the cubicle. Now.” He growled, not giving you the option to oblige before pulling you into the farthest toilet cubicle and locking the door behind you.

“How much have you had to drink?” He questioned, throwing you completely at the sudden change in conversation.

“Like two sips? The beer here is vile, can barely drink it. Why?” You responded, breathing heavily still from the kiss just moments ago.

“Good.” He gave no further answer, pulling you to him again into another searing kiss, growling as your left hand ran up his neck and found its home in the tangle of curls on his head.

His hips pressed into yours again and all your focus on how wrong this was dissolved. All you knew was that you wanted him. After years of avoiding him at all costs, your walls had broken down and you had to let yourself have this.

“Eddie.” You gasped as you felt the line of his growing erection against you hip, hot and hard and wanting.

“See what you to me Y/N?” His lips had moved to your neck as he kissed and sucked marks into your skin, but you heard the words with startling clarity.

“You drive me insane. Every bitchy little comment, every eye roll just makes me want to push you up against the wall and show you exactly how fucking angry you make me.” You threw your head back against the wall, his words shooting straight to your core as warmth spread through your aching body.

“Show me then Eddie, show me what you want to do to me.” You knew you sounded pathetic, you wanted to shout and scream at the man for all the hurt he’d cause you, but you were powerless. All you wanted was him to make you feel good.

He pulled away from your neck to look down at you, licking his lips as he took in your flushed face. “Is that what you want baby? You want me to show you how little sluts like you deserve to be treated? All those guys on the football team not do a good enough job?” His words should have hurt, should have angered you, but all you could do was nod. Desperate to feel his touch on you again.

“Then you better get on your news sweetheart, show me how good of a slut you really are.” You needed no further encouragement, dropping to your knees on the frankly disgusting bathroom floor, peering up at Eddie through half lidded eyes.

“Well what are you waiting for? We both know you know what you’re doing.” He snarled, waiting for you to react. Your hand reached up to quickly unbuckle his belt, no sign of hesitation in your movements. Once the belt was undone, you moved to undo his button and zipper, pulling his black torn jeans down just far enough to let you reach into his boxers and pull out his dripping, red cock. You gasped, the sheer size shocking you into stilling. He just have been at least 8 inches, his girth almost too wide for you to get your hold hand around. After the initial shock, you lent down, licking a strip from the base all the way to the tip, moaning as you licked at the weeping tip of his aching cock. His eyes flew shut, face screwing up in pleasure. This spurred you on as you opened your mouth to sink down onto his cock, taking and taking him further into your throat until you could fit no more into your mouth. You felt tears burning in your eyes and the obstruction, swelling around him and trying to breathe steadily out of your nose.

“God baby, your fucking mouth. Knew it was good for something other than bitchy remarks.” He was almost laughing at the pleasure as you started moving, your hand gripping what you could reach. The pressure on your mouth felt so right, his cock heavy and smooth in your saliva filled mouth. You found a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his length as your revelled in the moans leaving his slack jaw.

“See what we could’ve had all this time? See what you missed out on?” Eddie growled out between broken moans.

You tried to make a questioning noise, obstructed by his member in your mouth. What did he mean by ‘all this time’? He made it clear his priorities lay elsewhere years ago.

“Oh you poor dumb slut, too desperate for my cock to understand me?” He continued, his hands now in your hair, helping you keep rhythm as his cock pumped in and out of your mouth. You pulled off suddenly, leaning back onto your calves to look at him. “What do you mean ‘all this time Eddie?’” You gasped, saliva still dripping down your chin.

Eddie looked down at you, and then meant forward, gripping you under your arms to pull you up to almost eye level with him.

“What I mean, sweetheart” he began to answer, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “Is we could have been doing this for years if you hadn’t made it clear you regretted what you said to me.” What? But that made no sense. He rejected you and you left. Of course you regretted what you said to him, he broke your heart.

“Eddie stop.” You ordered, pulling the metal head away from your neck as he made a noise of protest. “Of course I regretted what I said. You rejected me. You broke my heart Eddie.” You confessed, finally having the strength to look him in the eyes as you revealed just how much he’d truly hurt you.

He looked at you in earnest, eyes flicking back and forth across yours.

“I thought you were drunk Y/N. I thought it was some stupid drunk attempt at flirting and you’d regret it as soon as you sobered up. There was no way you actually liked me like that. Have you seen yourself?” He clarified, hands coming to cup your face as he held your gaze.

“But… you never stopped me when I went upstairs with Jason? You made it clear you didn’t care about me that night Eddie.” You couldn’t let him twist what had happened, he’d rejected you and let you walk away. He was the bad guy.

“Y/N I heard what you said about me to him. It hurt so fucking badly and just solidified in my mind that you never even liked me to start with. I had to let you walk away.” Your heart broke even more at his confession. “I was going to let you sober up and then speak to you the next day. It was wrong to let you kiss me when you were drunk. I shouldn't have let you sleep with Jason but I just felt so stupid and powerless that I wasn’t thinking straight.” He pleaded, hands never leaving your face.

“Eddie I never slept with him. I just wanted to get back at you for hurting me. You said it was wrong, I thought you meant we were wrong. That you didn’t want me.” Tears pooled in your eyes again, devastated at all the pain one misperceived conversation had caused you both.

“Oh sweetheart no. I’m so sorry, I always wanted you. I have always wanted you. When Steve started inviting both of us to hang out it was unbearable. I thought it would get easier seeing you so much but it never stopped hurting me. It’s always been you.” Eddie’s sincerity pierced into you, his honesty startling. He’d always wanted you. All those years of fighting and avoiding each other and he wanted you all along.

“Me too Eddie. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” You confessed, bringing your lips to his again, this time full of passion but no less urgency. He kissed back, bringing his body close to yours once again, his thumbs wiping the fallen tears off your cheeks as your tongues met once more.

The kiss grew more heated, his length growing hard against your hip again, and you leaned your hips into his, wanting him to know just how much you need him.

His hand left your face to trail down your front, and dipped under the hem of your short skirt, and his fingers met with your dripping cunt through the flimsy fabric of your panties.

“Oh baby.” He practically purred. “You really need this don’t you?” He teased. You could only whimper in reply, nodding your head as his fingers pushed your panties to the side and slid through your slit. He moved to kiss you again as he slid two fingers into your dripping count, his thumb rubbing your clit as he curled the fingers deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck Eddie.” You moaned, legs turning weak beneath you as he held you up.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me haven’t you sweetheart? Getting down on your knees and showing me just how much you want this? Do you think you deserve something in return.”

“Please Eddie, please I need you to fuck me. I need it.” You whined, grinding against his skilled fingers, oblivious or your surroundings where anyone could walk in.

“Oh you sound so sweet when you beg. How can I say no to that?” Eddie grinned as he pulled his fingers out, to your protest, before bringing them up to his mouth and licking your juices off his gleaming fingers. “So sweet. Next time I’m going to eat you out for hours until you’re left stupid and crying.” He promised, your heart skipping at the promise of a next time. “But for now I need to fuck you. Think over three years of waiting is enough.” At his words he wrapped one of your legs around his waist as his other reached down to his weeping member between his legs, lining up with your dripping hole.

He looked into your eyes again, before he slowly pushed into you. The intrusion still hurt slightly, despite how well he’d prepared you with his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie!” You gasped, your nails gripping onto his shoulders as he slowly pushed further into you.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well. Just breathe for me.” He soothed as you did as he told you, taking deep breaths to help sooth the twinge as he bottomed out into you.

“God look at you.” He breathed, just as breathless as you were. “You’re made for my cock. You looks so perfect wrapped around me.” He continued as he watched you take him all in.

“Eds I need you to move, please.” You pleaded, finally adjusting to his member deep within you. He moved at your request, slowly withdrawing to push back in, both of you gasping at the sensation. He picked up his pace after that, beginning to steadily pump into you as you cling to him, head on his shoulder as he began a brutal pace.

“Oh fuck Eddie, you feel so good.” You panted, letting the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you so harshly wash over your body, limbs going loose and tingly.

“I know baby, I know. I’m all yours now, always yours. I’m always going to make you feel good.” You whimpered again at his words, unable to think anything hit Eddie Eddie Eddie.

His thumb began rubbing at your clit again at a brutal pace, and you screamed as pleasure grew inside of you. His pace only quickened more, hammering into you unrelenting and desperate. You could feel him so deep within you, hitting a place no one else had ever reached. It was all too much, too unbelievably pleasurable. You couldn’t last much longer.

“Gonna cum Eds” you gasped, barely hanging on as the pressure continued to build.

“I’ve got you baby, cum for me. You’ve been such a good girl for me, you deserve it.” He groaned, his thumb never slowing down on your swollen bud. At his words you let go, screaming as the pleasure crescendoed and you came around him, only held up by his strong arm around your waist.

“That’s it sweetheart, you’ve done so well haven’t you.” You could hear in his voice that he was close, thirsts becoming erratic and his thumb leaving your clit as you started to come down from your orgasm.

“Need you to cum for me Eddie. Please.” You pleaded, still being bounced on his length as he groaned at yours words.

“On your knees. Now.” He ordered, pulling out of you suddenly. You obeyed immediately, dropping to your knees at once and dropping you mouth open as he positioned his tip at your lips, furiously jerking his cock until he suddenly groaned our as cum spilled from the now purple tip, dripping into your mouth and down your chin as you did your best to swallow all of his cum. When he finally came down, you licked your lips and held your tongue out for him, showing him you’d swallowed all of his load.

“Fucking hell sweetheart.” He gasped between laughter, running his hand through his sweaty and unruly curls. “God that was fucking incredible.”

Eddie knelt down in front of you on the floor, kissing you soundly on your lips, licking to the last bit of his cum off your chin. It should’ve been disgusting but this was Eddie. Anything he did was unbelievably attractive.

“I can’t believe we could have been doing that for the last three years” you giggled, adjusting your skirt to pull it back down over your hips.

“It doesn’t matter that we’ve missed out on those three years. What matters is we’re not going to make the same stupid mistake again. I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.” Eddie replied, helping you up off the floor.

You instantly agreed. Fuck whatever happened three years ago when you were stupid teenagers. You had him now. That’s all that mattered.

#eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie Munson one shot #eddie x reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #stranger things smut

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yarart4ever · 1 year

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TiPo fanfic tropes I'd die for

I'm bored so here is me telling y'all my favorite tropes for TiPo that I love to read/write (warning some parts are le spicy-) sorry this is gonna be looooong

+ modern or highschool aus. typically with Tigress being of high status and Po being the "new" guy. I NEED MY BISEXUAL GIRLBOSS AND MY DORKY MALEWIFE IN THIS SETTING IMMEDIATELY OMGGGG

+ stories like. right after the end of kfp 2. it's usually very intimate, peaceful yet solemn at the same time and it's just. ugh. the hurt/comfort genre is strong with this one. BONUS POINTS IF PO OPENS UP ABOUT WHAT HE DISCOVERED ABOUT HIS PANDA VILLAGE

+ pining Tigress. I love me some flustered Po (especially since he's such a fanboy and him being in love with Tigress is SO CANON-) but. I a a sucker for the "they fell first but they fell harder" trope bc OMG. the thought of Tigress, cold, hardcore Tigress, catching feelings for Po? it's just so sweet to me to see the usually composed tiger get so flussy, even if it ain't as obvious as Po's pining is. her tail swishing behind her when he touches her? catching herself getting lost in Po's eyes before clearing her throat? instantly relaxing after Po rests his paw on her shoulder? knees easily buckling into his pleas? UGH I AM HERE FOR IT!

+mutual pining one-shots. quite similar to Tigress pining but they are *both* lovesick idiots. the slowburn is very much apparent but the romantic tension is so there like YALL JUST KISS ALREADY- or actually don't. stay comfy and close like this. it's cute :3 but maybe like hold hands if you can

+Tigress being able to gain more feeling in her paws when in contact to Po. like it is so unrealistic but IDC MY TIPO HEART DOES NOT HAVE AN OFF BUTTON-

+okay so like- them both acting out when they see the other get hurt in battle- like say Po got hurt and Tigress just rips the people they are fighting a new one just to make sure her panda is okay or Tigress getting struck and maybe even knocked out and Po just- flips out- loses it- goes feral- I live for that shit

+ WHEN THE FURIOUS FIVE, PO'S DADS, MASTER SHIFU- LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE VALLEY SEES PO AND TIGRESS' CHEMISTRY SO WELL AND TIGRESS AND PO ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE OBLIVIOUS TO IT DESPITE ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE phew sorry for yelling- bONUS POINTS FOR THE FURIOUS FIVE TEASING THE TWO AND PO'S DADS ASKING PO ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TIGRESS

+ dom Po. will not comment any further.

+ Po letting Tigress loosen up. getting her to laugh, to play with kids, to dance, literally any of those things that make her feel carefree and childlike and Po just. watching in awe. and ENCOURAGING her to do so. how beautiful is that?

+ TiPoLei family! TiPoLei family! TIPOLEI FAMILY! (bonus points if everyone jokes about Po and Ti basically being Lei Lei's parents and them just going "yeah. sounds about right. that's our daughter :)" thus confusing everyone PFFF)

+ them being each other's dates to any festival that goes on. like they don't even need to ask each other it's just obvious from how Tigress sticks by Po's side and only participates bc Po asked her to LMAO

+ jealous Tigress- I know that people see these kinds of tropes as a bit problematic if not done right but gosh do I love me some jelly Tigress. pLUS THE DENIAL SHE WOULD PULL WHEN IT IS SO OBVIOUS? sign me tf up

+ I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually write this but I would love to have that little moment where. say in between kfp2 and kfp3 when Tigress got her new golden hanfu and everyone is praising her for it and Po. he just sees her for the first time in that new hanfu and does that cute lovestruck ":O" expression as he stays quiet and frozen. and Tigress is asking stuff like "Po, you okay? what's wrong?" thus taking him out of his trance and making him flustered- YES PLEASE

okay this is getting way too long I'm gonna end it from here okay bye-

#kung fu panda #kfp #tigress x po #po x tigress #tipo #yarart says

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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"Do I make you nervous, Spector?"

With Marc Spector please, love! ❤️❤️❤️

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: nothing bad. marc pining perhaps?

- ☾-

“Do I make you nervous, Spector?”

“What?” Marc snorts incredulously, quick to shake his head in denial. “No, of course not. What makes you say that?”

Your smile perks into an amused smirk as you give him a slight shrug of your shoulders. “Hmm, never mind. It’s nothing...”

Oh, it was definitely something alright.

Marc had no clue what it was, and a part of him didn’t want to find out.

For now, at least.

“Focus, please?” he admonishes softly, though he finds himself unable to focus, considering how close you are standing there next to him.

Perhaps, doing recon with you isn’t Marc’s best idea yet.

“I counted ten of Harrow’s men in that building, all armed.”

“Make that fifteen; a hummer is rolling up as we speak,” you note, lowering your binoculars before joining him to sit on the ground, back against the parapet on the rooftop. “You sure that scarab’s in there?”

Marc hums out a yes in response, avoiding your gaze. His chocolatey eyes dart around, glancing at everywhere else but you.

If he wasn’t making it obvious then, he’s undoubtedly making it this time.

“So, what is then, Marc? Nervous that I’ll get hurt? Nervous that things aren’t going to play out like you planned? Nervous that I’ll mess this op up, which will result in you regretting coming for me for help?”

He tenses at each of your theories which, unbeknownst to you, all turn out to be the truth. For years, Marc has always had a soft spot for you. You’re the only person in this world that he could trust. The only person who cares and actually gives a damn about him.

And as time passed, his feelings for you bloomed into something beautiful. A kind of beautiful that Marc has never once believed that he could ever deserve to have.

“You know you can talk to me about anything,” you say after a little while, reaching for Marc’s hands and holding them into yours. “I miss you, you know. I miss our little adventures. Our late drunken nights. Even the sound of your voice sometimes, especially when I’m alone.”

Slowly, your fingers start intertwining with his, then he feels a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Marc releases a quiet sigh as finally, he meets your eyes. “I miss you, too.”

I miss you, and I love you, and I wish I could say these things right now, but...

“I-I want to tell you that...” Marc’s voice trails away, unable to find the courage to do what his heart pleads for him to do.

Your lips form a honeyed smile that’s as sweet as the way you look at him. “You don’t have to tell me now. It can wait till later, Marc. I’ve waited for years; I think I can handle a few hours more. Well, that’s if we survive the next few hours.”

“We will,” he affirms to you, hope lingering in his tone.

A kiss to the back of his hand and Marc’s chest flutters with his breath.

Tonight, he swears silently to the universe and the stars.

Tonight will be the night that Marc confesses it all.

#asks #devilish-mirage #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector imagine #marc spector

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sakuradeservedbetter91 · 4 months

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Bink! Can we please hear about Norman Fucking Rockwell for the WIP name game I'm intrigued

ALEX! YES SIR YOU MAY! 🥹🥰

So. This fic. Oh boy. I started writing it back when I came back to writing fanfic in 2020 after finding the lovely ShiSaku ship, and that's when I started actually interacting in fandom and talking to people and not being a lurker! Bc I've read fic for YEARS, and I've left comments and what not back when I was active on ff dot net (which also has my very old and first fanfics I wrote when I was in high school 💀).

And like, my first spicy, smutty fic I published was my KankuSaku fic after I came back to writing fanfic, BUT THIS FIC. This was the first fic where I actually wrote smut. I just never finished it before the KankuSaku one, and ofc, as is my usual now, I got a ton of other plot bunnies and fic ideas I started writing as my attention span drifted 🤣

ANYWAY, around this time is when Lana Del Rey's album Norman Fucking Rockwell!! had just come out and I was listening to it on repeat, and I got the crazy idea to write a ShiSaku fic for each song on that album bc I kept getting inspired🤣 I have a whole document of the ideas for each song.

And so, ANYWAY, long story short, this is one of my first fics I started writing and haven't finished yet bc it's a doozy and is going to be longer than initially planned.

The premise is a modern au AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES, and some mutually secret pining but also maybe they're both in denial, and also best friends with benefits turned lovers. ANYWAY.

Here's a lil snippet for your trouble and having to read all this 🥹 this is also the part of the fic where I definitely used some lines from the song 🤣 SOME SPICE AHEAD 🫡

“God damn,” Sakura panted, long pink hair spread out against her bedroom pillow. Sheet pulled up over her naked chest, forehead slicked with sweat, Sakura looked to her left and arched a brow. “I know it’s been a while for me, but god damn, Shisui.”

He smirked and gave a throaty chuckle before leaning back against her headboard, arms crossed behind his head, her gray sheets low on his hips. She bit her lip as her eyes trailed the lines of his abdomen, remembering how she was trapped beneath his body moments ago.

“God damn is right,” Shisui said, a dimpled grin still on his face as he noticed her appraisal. He raked one hand through his unkempt curls, obsidian eyes crinkled as he continued, “Now why didn’t we do that years ago? I know I’m good at sex, but it’s never been that good.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, ignoring the flutter in her heart as she turned on her side and cradled her head in her left hand. She knew why it was so good for her, but she knew it couldn’t possibly be the same reason for him.

“Shisui, years ago we weren’t even friends,” Sakura said. She looked away quickly when Shisui scoffed and reached out to poke her forehead, trying not to blush. Years ago, as a teen, Sakura had an embarrassing crush on him, but she’d never tell him that.

“Oh, come on. You, Sasuke, and Naruto were joined at the hip growing up,” Shisui started, “and Itachi and I were always there to play with you when those two brats had one of their spats.”

Sakura looked back at him and giggled, batting her eyelashes cheekily before saying, “Hmm, I remember Itachi nicely humoring me while I waited those two idiots out, but I don’t remember you. I only remember an annoying nuisance pulling on my pigtails. Must not have happened.”

“Oi, come here you,” Shisui growled playfully, leaning over and grabbing Sakura by her hips, dragging her on top of him. The sheet fell away from her chest, yet even indifferent to her bareness, Sakura still blushed as Shisui eyed her petite breasts with a grin.

Sakura steadied herself on his lap, bending her legs around his waist, hands resting on his shoulders as she looked into his hooded eyes now that she was on top of him again, nestled against his lower body. Shisui settled his hands on her waist, thumbs slowly rubbing circles into her skin underneath the waistband of her underwear he was too impatient to take off earlier. As he increased the pressure of his thumbs, Sakura hummed at the warmth and closed her eyes, rolling her neck until she heard a pop.

Suddenly, the warmth was gone and Sakura was gasping for breath as her back hit her mattress. Shisui hovered over her, his fingers tickling her sides and drifting towards her armpits–her most ticklish spot. His mouth ticked upwards as mischief bloomed in his eyes.

“S-stop, S-Shisui, oh my god, s-stop!” Sakura laughed, rolling around and clenching her arms against her body to ward off his attack.

Shisui laughed and Sakura’s heart stuttered like it always did, but she ignored it as his fingers drifted down towards the back of her knees. She kicked out trying to escape his grasp.

“Didn’t happen, huh?” Shisui sang, laughter in his throat. “How do I know all your most sensitive places then, huh?”

Sakura giggled and then screamed as Shisui reached the back of her knees despite all her kicking. After a moment of struggling, she finally got out from under him, wrestling him back onto the bed. She locked her knees around his pelvis and pressed her torso flush against his, breasts flat against his chest as her arms pinned his shoulders down. Sakura marveled at how Shisui was still so warm but focused on catching her breath.

Huskily, Sakura said between breaths, “Shisui, we just spent the past two hours fucking each other’s brains out. Of course you know all my sensitive areas.”

“Ah, but do you know mine, Sakura-chan?” Shisui asked, bucking his hips against hers, one eyebrow arched in a challenge.

Sakura laughed, squirming at the sudden arousal she felt at his actions. Looking down at him, she smirked and said, “You know, for someone so tall, and older I might add, you act like such a fucking man-child sometimes, Shisui-kun.”

“You love it,” Shisui murmured, bringing his hands back to her hips and pushing them down against his.

#asks #shisaku #binkerbell writes #snippets

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fangirlingpuggle · 2 years

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Just remembered this old YuGiOh AU idea I had where Pegasus when he gets the eye gets some of the old users thoughts/memories (Aka Seth’s asshole dad) and just the spirit passing on the thought Hey...so I fucked up please make sure my kid doesn’t have things fucked up again.

Just Pegasus ending up adopting Seto and Mokuba. Them having a good but still kinda evil dad.

Seto still developing the hologram technologies but Pegasus not start a coop or anything they’re just made my Industrial illusions. Him still going to Domino high school because otherwise it’s home-schooling on the island.

Him meeting Yugi and others and because he’s grown up knowing fully about Millennium items and magic and so it’s not ‘You are all idiots for believing in magic’ it’s ‘‘You are all idiots of course this is magic is no-one noticing Yugi is literally possessed right now?’

Him having to explain everything he knows to Yugi and helping out... it being super awkward when Pegasus steals Yugi’s grandpa’s soul cause Seto’s there to

Seto: ‘DAD?’

Pegeasus: ‘Oh...oh these are your friends...well this is...not ideal’

Yugi: ‘YOUR DAD IS PEGEAUS?’

Him going with the group to the island and totally duelling with them, though there being a lot less issues with the guards or getting places cause that’s their bosses kid and they’ve known him for years

Guard: ‘YES YOU WILL NEVER REACH THE CASTLE’

Seto: ‘...I literally live there’

Guard: ‘...I know....sorry sir’

It’s just awkward for everyone.

Violetshipping addition, all the guards catch on very quickly to the mutual pining/deep denial between Seto and Jou, they’ve known the kid his whole life and the tension/banter is super obvious.

Which leads to Jou getting the most awkward shovel talk of all time from the guards/ Pegasus...like the meal when they get to the castle just becomes the shovel talk for Jou, who is confused Seto is ready send himself to the shadow realm, Yugi has no idea what’s going on and Mai is finding this hilarious. He just flat out tells him if he hurts him he’s stealing his soul…Bandit Keith is just there no idea what they’re talking about.

Just the ending duels being

Seto: DAD STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY FRIENDS SOULS

Pegasus: Don’t worry it’s only for a bit I’ll put them back eventually

Seto:...

Seto:THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT ANY BETTER.

Bonus: Mokuba’s just chilling in the castle this whole time with no real idea about the evil plans or soul stealing he finds out at the ending duels, Pegasus made sure not to tell him cause the puppy dog eyes may have derailed the evil plans.

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kzmeru · 1 year

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5 + HiMERU? <3 Take your time and have a Merry Christmas, Ei!

avoid it at all cost!

5 + HiMERU / avoiding the mistletoe

— NOTE(S) ; reader is in denial LMFAO, mentions of alcoholic beverages

author’s note ; ouuuu ouureuuuu 😢 I HOPE YOU HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AS WELL, NONNIE! i love christmas sm its bc i get cash from my relatives :3 i think merumeru avoiding the mistletoe is so funny LMAO i can imagine him running away from it when he gets caught with someone he doesnt wanna make out with rinne

"God, please, no." You glared at the redhead the moment you entered the place where the Christmas party was partaking at. "You’re kidding, right…"

Rinne flashed a proud smirk, patting you on the shoulder. "Come on, [Name]. You can’t avoid the mistletoe forever! Besides, it was Niki’s idea. You wouldn’t wanna disappoint your darling friend, right?" You almost wanted to smash his face against the wall.

You greeted everyone in the room, warily looking up and refusing to get close to a specific someone— HiMERU to be exact. It wasn’t like you disliked him or anything.

You simply did not want to get caught under the mistletoe with him.

"[Name]! Could ya’ get me another drink? ‘M too tired." Rinne groaned, reaching out his cup towards you, with a pout on his stupid face.

Your friends were not about to let that slide. They are determined. Everyone and their mothers know about you and HiMERU's silly little crushes on each other. The only ones who doesn't know… are the both of you.

Grumpily snatching Amagi's cup out of his hands, you stuck out your tongue and walked away to the table, where all the drinks and food were.

They're planning on my downfall! You thought.

"Oh. HiMERU didn’t notice you come in, [Name]." The blue-haired man greeted with a small smile on his face. Currently, he was standing alone in the corner of the room.

You greeted back with a small wave, and remained your distance.

HiMERU continued to watch your every move, as if he was plotting something. From watching you refill Rinne’s cup with alcohol and handing it back to him, and to HiMERU noticing that you were blatantly avoiding him.

It’s Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. But, is it really if HiMERU doesn’t end the night confessing his feelings to the person he had been awkwardly pining on since he met them?

"[Name]," He slowly approached your figure, and you were just in the middle of conversing with Niki when you noticed how stiff and nervous HiMERU looked. That’s a first. You thought.

HiMERU is a confident man, no doubt. Though, when it comes to [Name], he felt himself go weak over the thought of spending a lifetime with you. Niki sent a subtle wink towards his unitmate and left to get more food, you assumed.

"HiMERU, hi. Did you need something?" You asked with a smile. "It’s a fun party we’re having, right? I—"

"I’m in love with you."

"Huh—?" You deadpanned.

"I want to kiss you, [Name]." HiMERU almost yelled out, but the loud music coming from the speakers made it that only you were able to hear what he was saying.

"I don’t care if we don't have a mistletoe ontop of your heads. Right now, I just want to kiss you."

You were burning at this point. No, no— control yourself, [Name]! Did you feel the same way? Yes. Were you holding yourself back? Also a yes. Well, you know what they all say… denial is a river in Egypt.

Without any thought, you harshly pushed him against the wall, catching the man off guard and grabbedchim by the collar. Face flushed red, and your emotions were all over the place. HiMERU gulped, his hand travelling towards your cheek and gently caressing it.

"Meru… no one’s watching us right now." You said, your noses touching. HiMERU, with both hands resting on your hips, finally closed the gap between, leaving no room and space for you to separate.

Looks like you didn't need to do all that work to avoid the mistletoe. In the end, you still ended up with the person you were avoiding.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #enstars #enstars x y/n #enstars x you #himeru x you #himeru x reader #himeru x y/n #himeru #himeru enstars

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penguicorns-are-cool · 5 months

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Wish reaction (yes spoilers)

So first of all, it's really not bad like idk what y'all were talking about. Like compared to all the good Disney movies, it's pretty mid, but it's still a good movie. They fumbled the story structure a bit, the message is about as strong and clear cut as you'd expect from a children's movie, the songs are kind of mid and while they're very good they just miss the mark, and the comedic timing is kind of shit honestly, but it's still a good movie that's enjoyable to watch and will be fan-theory fuel for a very long time

it's still really good, very anti-authoritarian too, like so very anti-authoritarian

now for the spoilers stuff

It starts with the storybook opening which I don't think fits super well and is starting to get a bit overused in my opinion but it fit well enough and was fun so whatever. It was a good way to establish the level of suspension of disbelief we should have for this film and it does its job so whatever

That exposition song though was amazing and I love it so much omg

also how Asha starts the tour with "Hola, Shalom, and Salaam" like yes 1300s kingdoms in the Iberian Peninsula would have Hebrew Arabic and Spanish speakers. And how Asha refers to her Grandpa as Saba. Honestly tho I'm not sure if that's just his name or what cause literally everyone calls him that. Points if that's not his actual name tho. Also just a moment to appreciate the diversity of the main band of characters. Those characters are from all over Afroeurasia. And if anyone tries to argue that it's unrealistic you can just point to the silk road. And also the main supporting character is disabled and uses a crutch.

Then we go on to the interview and some appreciation for this song please

And also how when they're singing it Magnifico is controlling the wishes and moving them around while Asha is looking at her Saba's wish and it really shows the difference in the two of them. Magnifico wants to protect his power at all costs while Asha wants to protect her Saba. and omg what a way to subtly show Magnifico's corruption and greed for power. Then when Magnifico has his first mini tantrum about Asha asking him to grant Saba's wish and if he won't grant it will he at least give it back. I think that Asha should've sat with this new information for a bit longer before realizing how bad this was but then we wouldn't have seen Magnifico being a manipulative child about it and it was completely in character for Magnifico to do that which would also make Asha realize how bad it was faster. So like, it messed up the pacing a bit I think but whatever.

that dinner with Saba and Mom was amazing. the denial from Saba and the uncomfortableness of the whole scene and Asha's pain at the whole thing. great scene and it's followed by this song that's just amazing. only critique about it is that at the end when she's singing "to have something more for us than this" for some reason the "this" is like spoken and I think that was a weird choice (derogatory)

And the wish scene was great with the tree that she and her father would sit on, next part though I'm not such a huge fan of. There's the whole thing with her Dad was a philosopher who talked about the stars and later there's like a throwaway line that he believed everyone was made of stars. And I love that actually that whole idea and it has such huge implications for how magic works in every single Disney movie that I will talk about later. but it was so poorly included in this movie. Like all we get are a few throwaway lines about it and the "I'm a Star" song which is honestly kind of mid and is super forced in. As much as I love the idea, I think the movie would've been better if they didn't explain the magic as everyone is a star and instead just didn't explain it and leave it up to suspension of disbelief. It seems like there used to be a lot more scenes that talked about it but they got cut at some point and replaced with "I'm a Star"

Anyway though moving on, I don't like Valentino's voice. yes it's funny to see such a deep voice come from him but it just doesn't fit.

Also star is so funny and cute but omg they don't have to have a new joke in every scene. very few of those jokes had good comedic timing and quite a few of them ruined emotional moments and killed all the tension. Like Star is hilarious don't get me wrong, but we shouldn't be laughing at Star's antics when big dramatic evil is going on it takes away from the drama.

Moving on to Magnifico tho. He's an amazing villain for what he is. He's a pure evil villain, he's an authoritarian monarch whose motivation is power and the thing that pushes him to absolute corruption is his entitlement. He's literally like, stop questioning me I'm a good leader so shut up, and he's using real life authoritarian rhetoric about how now he needs to use desperate measures even if it means using the forbidden magic that'll like eat his soul and goodness or whatever. He's pure evil, he represents a real life evil of authoritarianism, he acts like all the people in real life who have temper tantrums because they feel entitled to more power and don't like it when people point out their flaws or have questions they can't answer. and "This is the Thanks I Get" is the perfect song for that

and some people are doing this song dirty by sharing that one clip that's supposed to be funny and show how much of a man-child he is but only works at all in context. People should be sharing the ending of this song which is so much better in the movie and has amazing animation and is so dramatic and evil. Like throughout this entire song he's just singing about how he's such a good leader and everyone should thank him and never question him while he's also kicking and smashing and killing mini versions of the kingdom's citizens.

Then Asha brings her Saba's wish back and I wish he had a statement or something before about how horrible this was so we could've seen his perspective change right then and there but even so it was such a beautiful scene. And when Magnifico found them and crushed Asha's Mom's wish so much drama so much heartbreak. and Asha's realization of just how bad this situation of Magnifico "protecting" all the wishes was.

Also, we later learn it was Simon who turned her in and I think the movie did him dirty because it didn't show or tell us why he did that until the end. I wish there was sometime when he at least had a line about how worried he was at some point and how desperate he was to believe in Magnifico, just to give us a better idea of his mindset and why he gave Asha up. There could've been a point made here about how the people who buy into the dictator's propoganda do so because they're desperate and how those people are often the easiest to hurt even if they don't realize it.

Also that little reference to Peter Pan, Mary Poppins, and Magnifico crushing true love. I was almost laughing out loud in the theater I swear

Also quick appreciation for Dahlia. She listens to Asha and is like, idk exactly what's happening but I trust you that this is important. Like she's trusting her gut and her gut is right and she gets the whole friend group together and ready to help Asha. I wish the friends got more time though and a bigger role cause honestly I think one of the biggest shortcomings of this movie is the lack of subplots. Asha and Magnifico are the only characters who have actual arcs and backstories and I think that's a crime actually cause that was a great friend group that should've gotten a chance to be at least a little more known.

then that final scene with the opening of the roof and then the plot twist with Magnifico and Simon. Like I actually thought that was Magnifico that plot twist was well done. I do think there were a few too many jokes in that scene that ended up taking away from the tension but overall great scene. and when Magnifico came in and trapped Star while we were under the impression that they were safe for at least a little bit longer.

Then Magnifico takes star, makes the sky cloudy so no one can wish on stars, takes away all the wishes, and traps every person in the kingdom and starts holding them down and draining them or whatever. like look at that the monarch has turned authoritarian and is now holding everyone down so they can't resist so easily and can't even hope cause they can't see the stars to make a wish. And then they make a wish anyway cause they're all together and can make new combined wishes. I love how the revolution happens here cause it's not pretending to portray an actual revolution or anything it's very metaphorical and is just trying to say that we're stronger together than alone and if we all stand together we can rise against authoritarianism and corruption.

Only thing is that afterwards Amaya becomes the queen and while I love Amaya I don't like that. the entire movie is showing how monarchy lends itself to authoritarianism and this monarch got corrupted so easily look at that then at the end there's just a new monarch. I saw something about how there was an earlier concept where Amaya was evil too and I would've honestly preferred that. Like they didn't have to show the new government or leaders and I think it should've been left open-ended especially if the other option is gonna be just a new monarch.

I also didn't like how they went out of their way to say Magnifico was completely irredeemable. Like I get that he was never gonna have a redemption arc and this is a childrens movie with a pure evil villain so it's not gonna have nuance, but I think the idea that someone can be pure evil is kind of dangerous and they could've said he no longer has the capability to be a good leader or something.

Now into the implications about magic in Disney. I'm pretty sure that canonically all magic in all of Disney comes from Rosas. Because in every Disney movie with magic there's always a connection to stars. Cinderella says a dream is a wish your heart makes then there's the big Disney song, "when you wish upon a star." In tangled the sundrop flower is a drop from the sun so it comes from a star. Peter Pan is in Neverland and to get there you fly towards the second star to the right and there's pixie dust which based on Wish I'm pretty sure is just stardust. So now with Wish it's telling us that yes, all magic comes from stars and also all living beings are stars. And it also told us that Rosas at this point is the only place you can go to get your wishes granted magically and I don't think that's a coincidence. I think that based on this we can just say that if there's a magic thing in Disney and it's not explained why it exists or where it came from, we can assume it came from Rosas and the stars.

Also I've seen people talking about the original concept ideas about evil couple Amaya and Magnifico and shape-shifting star-boy love interest. I love the idea of evil villain couple and it would've helped with the authoritarian message for Amaya to also be evil and it would've just been so cool to see. And as for shape-shifting star-boy love interest. I think it would've been cool to see shape-shifting star-boy but I love that Asha doesn't have a love interest and this is in no way a romance. I wish that the friends got more attention and I think star-boy would've taken away from that. Can't wait to see y'alls fanart with star boy and Asha tho

Anyway though the movie was pretty good and I expect to see some fucking fan theories. I think that this is gonna be like Encanto in the sense that in theaters people are shitting on it and saying it's bad but once the movie hits Disney+ it's gonna blow up. I've been wanting to see a Disney movie take place in the Mediteranean for a while and this did not disappoint. Like don't expect a Disney masterpiece Disney is still neglecting their animation quite a bit and it's showing, but don't expect trash either like you will enjoy watching this.

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