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#i was gonna make this so much better but i am SO lazy....imagine if i didnt have brainrot
killedpink · 1 year
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everyone, please take a deep breath as i present to you: phone sex with felix lee.
🏷 contains: felix x reader, phone sex, mutual masturbation, voice kink, tease felix, mutual pining, a heavy dose of dirty talk, pet names, no prominent dom/sub dynamic, heavy cussing because felix is an aussie and i refuse to ignore that!
"are.. are you getting off right now, love?" felix asked, a mixture of both uncertainty and amusement in his rich, velvety voice. your heart stopped, "no! why would you think that?" your voice wavered, your actions under the blankets halting in embarrassment. he chuckled, "you know, it's okay if you are. its kind of.. i dunno, hot.." you could imagine the thoughts in his mind right now, likely picturing you with a hand over your sex, between your thighs, fingers slowly exploring your wettening slit with your half-lidded eyes and blushing cheeks. he wasn't far off of the money, either.
you brought the phone closer to your ear to hear him better, "you think so?" your voice was uncertain, still, shifting in the bed uncomfortably. "cause if that's the case, i am absolutely getting off to the sound of your voice, lix." you heard him suck in a breath sharply, releasing it with a lazy groan. "fuck, knew you were. y'miss me that much? couldn't even have waited until i got back? what am i gonna do with you, hm?" the sheets from his end ruffled. "sounds like you're gonna do the same thing i am," you chuckled, lips curving into a lovesick grin, brimming with pride.
felix hummed in agreement, granting you the gift of hearing that gorgeous voice of his again, practically feeling the vibrations of his throat through the phone that sat ever so closely to your ear. it sent shivers down your spine, giving you goosebumps and a strong urge to stuff yourself with your fingers, merely imagining that they were felix's in place of yours. "you might be right, there, love." he responded, the cadence of his voice making you dizzy with delight. your free hand sank down between your thighs once more, softly stroking your sex like you knew felix would if he were with you. your heart fluttered against your ribcage as you heard felix curse at the feeling of his own swelling cock finally getting some well-deserved relief.
it couldn't be helped that you imagined him in the moment. was his head tipped back, jaw in the air, with his neck on display? did he still have the bites from you decorating the soft skin of his neck? was his hair tied back out of his face, or did he let it splay onto the pillow below him, and fall into his face, obscuring his ethereal features? your hips rutted into your hand at the thought, allowing the phone's microphone to capture every minuscule noise you let fall from your lips. what about his pace? was felix taking his time, leisurely stroking his hard cock; or desperately fisting himself as if his life depended on it? it made you dizzy to think about, the undeniable need for him settling in your gut. "you make such pretty fucking sounds, love. fuck, let me hear you. don't stop, okay?" felix all but pleaded into his end of the microphone, your speakers doing a great injustice to you.
your hand slipped into your underwear, finally brushing against your needy cunt, earning a lust-filled, drunken whine to bless felix's red-tipped ears. "lix, you have no idea how bad i need you right now," you sighed, fingers swiping the slick that coated your skin and made everything around you sticky and wet, and used it to rub your swollen clit. felix hummed contently when his ears caught the obnoxiously loud squelching emitting from your cunt, his cock twitching in his hands as a consequence. "want you so bad, too. wanna hear you moan for me, wanna feel your tight cunt around my fingers.. fuck, just wanna feel you up, my gorgeous girl.." felix was rousing himself up at the thought of you, raking through his memories to urge him to orgasm. you could hear it in his voice, noted how he slurred, how his australian accent thickened and enunciated certain words, and you especially noticed how his tone dipped in octaves, growing huskier and breathier by the second. he poured his desperate thoughts into the microphone, each one dirtier than the last; sending you into a frenzy.
never in your life have you ever been displeased that you were touching yourself until now. you were hyperaware of every little detail of your hands that differentiated from felix's, completely miserable that it wasn't his thick fingers filling you up and stretching you out, caressing your throbbing cunt and exploring every inch of your sex, massaging your inner walls and attentively kissing your clit, eagerly lapping up any of your slick that would leak from you. it felt so vivid you could almost feel it — although nothing would ever compare to the real man. speaking of whom, you were so concentrated on your own high that his noises almost slipped past you. luckily, he was too loud to go undetected. you heard the way his precum squelched into his palm, the utterly erotic sounds of his hands stroking the entire length of his fat cock, base of his palm slapping against his skin as they reached the hilt of his cock, consequently brushing against his pelvis. his moans grew quicker, deeper, wantoner.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, lips parting as your body succumbed to your orgasm, your hips faltering. "fucking hell, you sound so hot when you come, gonna make me—" felix started, cutting himself off with a full-bodied, filthily pornographic moan, his voice only spurring your own orgasm on further. you could hear the audible sounds of his cum coating his hand, spreading it all around his pretty cock as he fucked into his hand excitedly. soon after, the only thing you could hear were your mixed heavy breaths of air, almost harmonising. "did you come a bit too hard at that?" you asked slowly. felix sighed in relief, "i thought it was just me.." he chuckled lightly. you grinned, "we have to do this again."
"oh, love, don't tempt me."
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gb-patch · 6 months
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Hi! I saw your ask about skin tones and honestly, that is very much a barebones excuse to not include skintones in your game. You act as though adding skintones to a sprite would be a complete hand-drawn new asset when it would quite literally be filling in a pre drawn base for both Opal and the mc. Not only that but you potentially have thousands of mc outfits you promised for specific tier havers on the kickstarter. And then for 250,000 dollars, you're telling me we'll get more colors but not even 2 or 4 skintones when there are games with Less funding who have more skintones? Especially considering OL:B&A had the exact same amount of skintones and I could count all the afro centric hairstyles in that game on my two hands. I rather have more skintones than just pale, peach, olive, tan, brown and dark brown (most of which screams a 2000s foundation line of tones) than have more hair or clothing colors. I'm sorry, I love your games, I really do but that's an extremely lazy and abhorrent response from you and I am extremely disappointed.
"Hi. I just saw the post about you not adding in more skintones. I really hope this doesn't come across as rude or demanding but I find your reasoning for not being able to add them...lackluster at best. With all due respect, you set this goal for 250k, over three times the original goal you set for the kickstarter, the idea that somehow you can promise an additional set of darker colours for the clothes, accesories hair and eyes alongside the additional MC pieces people are going to request but not an additional skintone because of Opal seems a little ridiculous. I'm not an experienced artist but I do know how art files tend to work and I imagine adding additional colours to Opal's base design wouldn't be an extreme undertaking. In fact, by contrast, the work to add more colours to the clothes and hairs seems much more labourous considering the amount of them and the fact that some of the clothes have subcolours.
Again, I do hope I don't come accross as rude but I just feel like this announcement was highly dissapointing, especially considering the fact that the additional colours are currently the biggest goal for the kickstarter at the moment" There were two replies, so I put them together. I hope that's alright.
I understand. It would be bad and make no sense if that didn’t happen. I can say that this has nothing to do with funding. I'm not gonna attach more skin tones to a stretch goal, that’s not fair. It’ll be done whenever it can be regardless of what happens with the Kickstarter.
The other colors for hair and such is something I confirmed can be done by our programmer ahead of time using a color picker system in coding.
The situation as it stands today for Opal is that I personally don't have the skills to recolor her myself, the artist we have is in a situation where it would be unkind to increase how much work they have to do (it'd be easier if even less work could be on them), and while another artist could be hired- that hasn't happened at this point. So, saying it "could happen but maybe not" is cautious development process. It’s how it went with both the Cove Patreon Bonus Moments, where I pretended for months that it may or may not happen while working on it behind the scenes because I wasn’t sure how long I’d need to finish it and was worried it could be delayed for long stretches of time.
Being realistic, it is virtually a 100% certainly that before the game comes out, the skin tones will be expanded. There is no good reason why it wouldn’t. I was waiting until things got to a better point in production before coming out to officially say that it’s happening.
And I could’ve said it’s extremely likely but we’re not able to do it quite yet and avoided making anyone feel hurt. I wish my way of handling it hadn’t made the people who believed in our games sad. The reason why I didn’t is that I just can’t help but be averse to making promises I can’t do/the team can’t do and so have to rely on something else working out at some point in the future, even if it is entirely likely that it will.
That’s because I know that these things will make a lot of people happy. I want the excitement and any praise that might come to not happen until the goal has been achieved or is on the way to being achieved for sure. To a degree it’s helpful for players to have confidence in what the company is promoting, but it’s mainly to help with my own habit of catastrophizing. I tend to believe bad things could happen and I’ll let people down even when it’s so unlikely it’s not worth considering. I consider it anyway. And so, you get this kind of long-term hedging before the feature people hoped for suddenly appears. Even now my compulsion is to add a caveat that “there’s still a chance something (I don’t even know what) could happen and it won’t be added so don’t thank me yet” despite me already coming out with the truth that there’s every intention to have it added. I’m sorry to have disappointed you and made you feel disregarded by doing this. Hopefully when the skin options are expanded people will be able to enjoy the game a lot more than how it is with the current demo. And thanks for taking the time to let me know what you thought rather than giving up on the project entirely.
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Unexpected 48
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Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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You calm the baby as your own tears dry up. She doesn’t deserve misery even if you’re cursed with it. Maybe that’s what you should try, to save her from the same. If you can.
You get her to sleep at last and fall back onto the bed, weak with cheeks like crepe paper from crying. You stare at the ceiling as the window darkens as the night approaches. You knew deep down Lloyd wouldn’t be gone forever but that eventuality could never prepare you for his return.
Your eyes drift closed as you lay sideways on the mattress, too lazy to drag yourself up to the pillows. How pathetic are you. Feeling sorry for yourself because the obvious happened. Because that scum ran off like the cowardly dog he is. You knew from the moment you met him who he was so you can't pretend to be surprised.
There’s a tap on the door. You tense but your sense keeps you from panicking. It’s too gentle to be that jackass. You know he doesn’t have much in that thick skull of his but you hope he knows better than to try anything tonight.
“Sweetheart,” Harlan’s voice seeps through the door like molasses, “if you’re asleep, don’t worry, I just wanted to check in.”
You swallow and sit up. You prefer him to his wife or son. There’s a twinge in your chest as you realise you missed him. Of anyone, he’s been your only true companion. Not some erstwhile comfort or momentary escape.
You get up and open the door. The tall man stoops just below the lintel, his thick white facial hair catching your attention. Everything happened so fast, you hadn’t noticed it. His usually clean shaven face is slightly haggard with his exhaustion.
“Hey,” you greet him in a half-whisper, the quiet of the house makes even that seem loud, “wanna come in?”
“Sure,” he accepts and ducks inside as you hold the door. You shut it behind him as he smooths his grown out locks and peers around with a bashful posture. 
You come around him and stop by the bassinet, looking in at the dozing infant. You put your hand on the canopy and lift your chin, “you wanna see her?”
He hesitates, reaching to rub his neck, “I came to see to you first,” he intones, “I can’t imagine it’s been easy.”
“Me?” You scoff, “you don’t have to lie. You can hold her, she’ll just fall back asleep,” you move to reach into the bassinet and he nears, putting his hand out but not touching you.
“No, I mean it, I’m not gonna ask how you are ‘cause I know. But you’re my daughter and I wasn’t out there for just that bastard. I didn’t run halfway across the god– across the world for that moron,” he sniffs, “come on, let her sleep.” He pauses and glances down, lips curling slightly at the sight of his granddaughter, “she’s even more beautiful than I recall.”
He waves you away from her and you sit on the edge of the bed. You sit in silence as you watch his lingering gaze on the baby. Maybe, if he can look at her with that much love…
“You got questions, I’ll answer them,” he moves away from the bassinet as he sits beside you, “and if you don’t wanna talk about him, fair enough.”
You nod and look at the floor. You don’t know what you want. It doesn't really matter where he was. It matters that he left and that he stayed away. He confirmed every doubt you carried for nine months.
“Not about him,” you shake your head, feeling the sting return to the brim of your eyes, “but… did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what?”
“You called me your daughter,” you look at him meekly, “is that really what you believe?”
“'Course,” he snorts, “Dottie may’ve never given me a girl but the world did and they did a good job.”
Your cheek pinch and you fight back tears, “I don’t think you’d want me to be your daughter if you knew.”
“If I knew what?” He watches you, no judgment, no expectation. If you don’t tell him, you know he won’t ask again.
You hang your head and cross your arms. You close your eyes as you pick out the words, “I… found someone else. Just… just to waste the time. I wasn’t going to wait any longer for him.”
He hums and takes a long breath, “well, I know now and I don’t feel any different.”
You clamp your lips together and you glance at the bassinet. You hear the baby babble. You shudder and let your hands fall into your lap.
“There’s something else.”
“There is.”
You sniff and cover your face. You don’t know if you can say it out loud. It keeps you awake at night, it eats you alive, and it wakes you every day with a wail.
“The baby…” you slide your hands away from your face, “I’m trying… so hard.”
“She’s healthy, you’re doing good, sweetheart,” he says.
“No, no, you don’t–” you nearly choke as a lump rises to your throat, “I can’t love her. I try and I try and I can’t. I can’t even say her name.”
He nods and chews on your confession. You won’t look at him. You can’t face his disappointment. You can’t bear to see in him the same hatred you feel for yourself.
He startles you as he reaches over and puts his large hand over yours. He pulls it away from your lap and sidles closer on the bed. He holds your hand tight and leans his arm against yours.
“The only thing that upsets me about that is you lying,” he says, “because if you didn’t love that little girl, you wouldn’t be so worried about not.”
Your lip temples as you stare at the wall. No, he doesn’t understand. He can’t.
“I don’t… I can’t feel it–”
“You’ve been surviving and you done that for her as much as yourself,” he lets go of your hand and lifts his arm up onto your shoulders, “you ain’t got the chance to feel. Now you do, sweetheart.” He draws you into an embrace, “you don’t gotta take care of no one but you. I’ll deal with that brat I raised.”
You sniffle as your tears well over. You can’t stymie the flow once it starts. Harlan rests his chin lightly on your head as you curl into his shoulder and sob quietly, clinging to the front of his shirt. As your knuckles press against his ribs, he winces and lets out a wheeze.
You flinch but he doesn’t let you go, keeping you close.
“Harlan,” you croak, “you’re hurt?”
“I’m just fine,” he assures you as he rubs your back, “let me tell you, I dealt Marion a worse blow.”
You laugh through your tears at the thought of it, “did you really?”
“A nice one square in the chops just for you,” he avows, “another across his big dumb nose for baby Luna, too.” 
Your lips tug at the image playing in your head and the snipe about Lloyd’s nose, the most defining feature he shares with his father. You don’t know if Harlan meant to be funny but you it eases the weight in your chest. You gently pull away and look up at your father.
“Will you hold Luna?” You ask as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “she’s missed you so much.”
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itsjustaninchident · 6 months
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Hi
Could you do a imagine where the reader struggles with body dysmorphia with Charles or Arthur. Just him being there for her and comforting her. Maybe how he finds out
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader
summary: negative thoughts aren't supposed to be crowding your brain when you're going on a date and Charles is here to help with that.
warning/s: body dysmorphia, anxiety, low self-esteem, mentions of bullying, just nasty hater stuff, angst but fluff in the end, reader is very insecure, slight eating disorder (?), quite bad relationship with food
author's note: I am not very much educated on this topic but I did my research so I can somehow give justice to writing this and please always remember you're beautiful being you! Others' opinion of yourself does not matter, at the end of the day your opinion of yourself will always be more important and I hope if you're going through this you'll get the peace you deserve with your body! Slow steps still progress. 🤍 Please if I wrote something wrong in this kindly call me out. Sorry if it's long overdue I wasn't in my best state these days.
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It was a slow Sunday morning for you and Charles. It was one of the free days Charles was away from the chaos of Formula 1 and he couldn't contain the excitement of getting you out on a date. Even though you always try your best to be with him when he's racing in other countries, nothing will still compare to days where he gets to spend it with you and you only.
You were both laying in bed too lazy to start the morning but the both of you knew you need to be prepared because of the long day ahead. Charles prepared a whole day of itinerary for you both in the beautiful city of Florence, it's your first time to be in this city and you couldn't contain your excitement.
Charles was nuzzling his nose to your hair seemingly content of just smelling your strawberry-scented hair for the day and he can't help himself but sigh with the feeling of you just relaxing with him. "I wish we can get to spend mornings like this everyday, mon angé." He tightened his grip on your waist, your back facing him but you can feel his smile as he basked in the morning glow in your hotel room. You can't help but agree to what he said, all the fancy restaurants, the expensive things, and places you can't even pronounce cannot compare to what you both are experiencing right now.
Moments like this are better than anything expensive in the world. Your heart fluttered of imagining ahead a morning with Charles where you don't get to spend one away from him. Just the raw morning greetings, the glow of sunshine cascading both of you as you try to get up and do the most mundane things yet you wouldn't trade it for anything extraordinary or expensive in this world.
"We should get up, I thought you have a full day for us to spend?" You faced him smiling, while he renewed his embrace not wanting to let you go. He smiled at the sight of your face, "You're so beautiful, good morning love." He muttered and kissed your forehead. You blushed, he has probably told you you're beautiful countless of times already but he never fails to release the butterflies in your stomach and make you flustered. "Well, you're gorgeous too." You said to him which earned you a blush as well. He buried his face into your neck seemingly shy from the earned reaction. You can't help but chuckle you wish you can capture this moment forever.
"As much as I want spending my mornings like this, I think we're gonna be late to whatever you planned for today, Charles." You said a-matter-of-fact. You started moving from his grip which he let out a groan of protest. "Get up, love. I'm hungry." You're not. In fact, you're planning on not eating at all for today. The statement made Charles get up from bed, he looks really glorious in the morning but well you can't stay in bed all day when there's a whole new place you wanted to explore waiting for you.
"Okay, then let's get ready. I'll get us pastries before we go. Maybe you can get ready while I'm out?" He offered, you just nodded already busy with planning your outfit as he kissed your forehead before storming off.
You got in the bathroom and did all your ritual. It wasn't long when you're out of the bathroom and started trying out the outfits you picked, not decided which you will wear so you decided to try everything on. The first outfit however, ruined your mood. You put on the pants but as you look at yourself in the mirror you weren't really satisfied with how you look. It was a nightmare really, all the negative thoughts coming in your head one by one as if to knock you all over, crashing the beautiful state you woke up to a while ago. You were not pleased, you hate yourself. You hate how you look, you hate the reflection.
It didn't help that you also saw those nasty comments from "fans" on your latest instagram post. All of the comments on your body, your weight, and your overall appearance. It all took a toll on you. Suddenly all the energy the sleep gave you was drained because of everything. You feel really exhausted just thinking about going out tonight and people seeing you in what seem like a very insecure day for you. You removed the pants and got back to your pyjamas, you're not one to sulk all day when a negative thing occur to you but today is not one of those days.
It seems like everything just came down pouring on you and drowning you from everything. You decided to just lay in bed, negative thoughts clouding your mind. Why are you not as perfect as the other girls you see on instagram? Why can't you be them instead? Why are you so ugly and unfit? Why did Charles even choose to be with you?
All those thoughts were disrupted when you heard the door click open. Your boyfriend entered with a big smile on his face. Seemingly, trying to tell you a story of what went when he bought you guys food. But he stopped talking as long as he saw your state.
He put everything he's holding on to the table, immediately walking up towards you. He's so worried upon seeing you, crying, your makeup ruined, hair still damp, in your pyjamas. He's never seen you in this state before. You guys started dating for a few years now but everytime you have a mental breakdown or an episode like this you try your best to hide it from anyone, even Charles. He kneeled in front of you, started wiping your tearstained cheeks, worry ever present in his eyes, he started fixing the hair covering your forehead. "Can you please sit up for me love?" He uttered gently, he doesn't know what's happening or why you're crying but he just knows you would open up to him when you're ready so for now he's doing his best to calm you down. It hurts to see you like this, fragile and small as if his heart is being pierced through by knives and torn into pieces.
He handed you the water once your sat up straight and facing him. He waited for your sobs to calm down and when you're quite calm he hugged you so tight. So tight that you can also feel your heart tightening. Warmth spreading through you, he didn't even say anything but it made you feel a little bit better. "You wanna lay down?" He asked now facing you. You nodded, you settled down and faced sideways. You feel a little ashamed now, realizing what happened and what he saw. But Charles didn't mind you facing your back from him instead he was spooning you, his arms secured slightly on your waist not wanting to let you go. He was kissing your head as he lightly caress your arm trying to bring you comfort.
"Is everything okay?" He attempted to ask you now wanting to know what's bothering you and how he can help you.
You were hesitant to tell him, no one in your life knows you're going through this. Plus the both of you never talked about anything related to this. But something in you is telling you that you should let him know to at least let out your burden, lighten what you're feeling, and overall just to be honest with him. This is a hard topic to open to anyone, especially to your boyfriend. You don't really know how he will react with it. Will this make it worse? Erasing all the doubts, you started formulating how you will tell him.
"I don't feel good about myself, Cha. I'm so unattractive, it's like I spend numerous amounts of time to look good but in the end I don't feel a tad bit of satisfaction with myself. It's so hard to look good at least. My body's not attractive and I feel like I'm not even doing enough to look good. It's like everything is just not right with me. I'm so tired of trying to look pretty and just fall through in the end whenever I look in the mirror. I hate my reflection and I hate myself for it. I can't help it." Tears started pouring out of your eyes once again, you feel Charles' embrace tightening once more. The little kisses stopped and you could hear his slow breaths. It felt good to let that all out but those lingering negative thoughts will never leave you still.
Charles wishes he can share your pain to at least ease what you're feeling. He didn't know you were feeling this way about yourself because if you would ask him who's the most attractive person he's ever seen the answer will always be you and he would never think in a heartbeat to say your name. If it's only possible for you to borrow his eyes and see yourself from his perspective maybe you would think otherwise, maybe your bad thoughts will disappear. "I love you, mon amour. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. I wish you knew how attractive you are. You're the person I want to see first the moment I wake up and the last person I want to see before I sleep. You're beautiful, you're gorgeous and I will run out of compliments to tell you just to let you know how attractive you are. And that's just even the bonus point because you're also kind, precious, you never forget to worry for anybody, you are so smart and you're my everything. You could wear anything or none at all–" You slapped him slightly making him and you chuckle the tense atmosphere slowly disappearing.
"And you would always look good. You can wear the most expensive makeup product or not wear any makeup at all and I would always feel like you're a goddess and how am I even so lucky to get you in my life? And that's not even all that you got, I was so fascinated by you not because of your physical appearance but because of what's inside your heart. I will never get tired of telling you how pretty you are whenever you feel like you're not. The world does not deserve someone like you."
You held your breath upon hearing his words. You can't help but shed tears again, this time because of love. You don't even know if it's possible for anyone to feel this much love in their heart that it feels like it's about to burst, little did you know Charles feels the same way.
You turned around and face him. And you can't help but smile as he renewed his embrace. "I love you, Charles." You muttered earning a smile from him. "I love you more, mon amour. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me." You buried your face into his neck as he tightened his embrace to you. "Maybe we could still have our date here, hmm? What do you think about watching your favorite movie and ordering your favorite food?" He offered, as he's slightly caressing your back. You nodded, you felt hungry after crying that much, the negative thoughts lingering at the back of your mind still but with Charles by your side you feel more at ease and ready to take slow steps to find peace with yourself.
While you guys were watching your favorite movie Charles suggested that maybe you should try and seek help from a psychiatrist. You took his word and nodded, once you're back in Monaco you will find time to get professional help. "I don't know what I would do without you." You said to him. "I think I should be the one saying that." As he kissed you while your worries slowly fades away.
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pokegalla · 8 months
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Requested by @tryslogic
Brooooo a part three AND with Papyruses?! They deserve more love and I shall give it to them✨ (Warning: A little spicy up ahead!)
How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt.3 with Papyruses✨)
Stretch:
* Ah yes the lazy carrot himself. With his chill nature could he be too lazy to think lewd things?! Well of course he can- he’s the type of…..closeted pervert? Like he is not gonna outright do anything or say anything unless it’s on the down low- other than that, he might be generally too lazy to do it…..or a little shy surprisingly.
* You probably randomly find out when you wore a nice tight shirt. With a whole amount of cleavage that leaves nothing much for the imagination- and he is staring respectfully…..a lot. If you catch him, he’ll just chuckle and shrug like yeah yah got me. Though he does get a little sheepish and looks away blushing.
* In private, he’s actually quite a big snuggle bug. He don’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Heh mainly because he could either have your tits on his back as the little spoon or tits in his hands like stress balls as the big spoon. Plus he gets cuddles and possible smooches? He’s in heaven✨
* Now does he tease you in public? Ooooh boy. He’ll tease you via puns- seriously he’ll probably make you smack him or laugh. Maybe both- “Hey babe. Am I the breast guy you ever loved?✨” “Babe please-“ “Woah Calm your tits- I just found a cup for us *Shows coffee cup with a honey bee on it* Damn sorry It’s a b-cup-“ “BABE-“
* He’s just a silly guy who loves you very much……and no he’s not going to run out of boob jokes-
Mutt:
* Now NORMALLY I ask if this AU variant is capable of being lewd. But- this guy is so GODdamn HORNY, he broke that continuity in these headcanons- don’t get me wrong! He has his cute moments. But nah we don’t need to even ASK if he does bruh-
* And I highly doubt you take him to public without wearing a baggy sweatshirt- because I know the first time you tried wearing Y’know something regular that shows your outline, he was clinging onto you. Either face nuzzling your chest, or pulling you close by your waist, your chest directly pressed against him. Hell will the sweatshirt REALLY help-?
* In private he’s more like a cute cuddly puppy, snuggling you and asking for headpats. He even whines like one and if you don’t he has the cutest puppy dog eyes. And honestly it’s quite a sweet moment. He’s also the type of guy who requires a lot of trust so to see him unwind and be this affectionate is really rewarding. Though let’s be honest he can turn this from sweet fluffy moment to having you two break the headboard after having fun in the sheets~ If you in the mood? Oh he’ll take you there-
* Teasing? Absolutely. And very blunt teasing too- like from tell you how pretty you’d look with love bites all around……to straight up GRIPPING a booba with no hesitation- mans gives no fucks- might have to drag him to somewhere private before he does something right then and there. But he’ll apologize right after! “Sorry babe….I just can’t resist you. I love you so much!” ……you can’t stay mad at him can you? 😏
* Overall he really is your cute puppy dog✨
Papyrus (The Classic✨in case there is confusion-):
* Well……I’ll be damned. He actually had me stumped- but ok ok. Can this literal ball of sunshine be anyway lewd? My answer? I’d say……surprisingly yes? But very very vanilla- like he’s a grown ass Skellie, of course he’d be attracted. But it’s so damn innocent and sweet.
* Seriously in public he can’t help but smile and compliment you because he thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen- he tries not to get easily flustered because he’s The Great Papyrus! He’s supposed to make YOU feel flattered! Though the way he stares at your booba and looks away apologizing profusely, I think you feel flattered already.
* In private, nothing is better than cuddling with your S/o after training all day. But please let him know it’s ok to lay on your chest. He always hesitates. But once he gets comfortable, he’ll be a cuddly bean, skull resting upon your booba✨ he even gets curious, wondering why they are JUST like pillows! He also gets surprisingly romantic and leaves praises and kisses all over you, saying all the bits he loves about you. If he ain’t careful, things will take a steamy turn with you two~
* A lovely cinnamon roll who is always ready to shower you in love! And we can all agree: very adorable✨
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dissociacrip · 6 months
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an aspect of autism i never really see discussed much is having a hard time comprehending "basic" things or just not being able to comprehend them at all and how people treat you like you're lesser for it or either see you as being lazy or just not trying hard enough. not just with social rules but practical things. iADLs and bADLs but also more than that. lower support needs autistic people typically don't have many issues with the latter but i imagine i'm not the only autistic person who is "book smart" and can understand what the theory of structural dissociation is (which, don't get me wrong, doesn't make me better than autistic people who aren't "book smart" or who are intellectually disabled) but i'll still make decisions about practical things that in hindsight don't make any logical goddamn sense or i'll otherwise fuck up "basic" stuff that seems to come to other people so easily. it's to the point where i don't need a carer and can technically live independently but don't feel like i should be because my brain just like. does not work well in this respect. and then other people who are on the receiving end of it think of me as stupid or lazy or immature or god forbid spoiled in some way (and newsflash to those people - autism is a developmental disorder. wild! and someone not having the same intellectual capacities as you do doesn't make them subhuman.)
like. idk what point i'm really trying to make here i think i'm just burnt out on allistic and abled society in general. autistic and intellectually disabled people and other developmentally disabled people are gonna struggle with "basic" shit and "basic" logic and "basic" functioning and "illogical" thinking/behavior and not "acting our age" (lol) and some of us need support in our day to day lives with these things in order to get by. fucking get over it. we don't need to change for you and most of us cannot. have compassion and patience with us and be supportive of us or leave us the hell alone. and people within the community need to have more respect for those with higher support needs or needs different from theirs. i am going to start biting people.
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do you think you could write Armani Strange x f!reader (with an age gap) where he meets her at a Stark party and they hook up?
like how I’m imagining this going is he’s at the bar, she’s seated with her friends at a table not-so-subtly eyeing the man in front of her with all the makings of a sugar daddy, and one of her friends sends him a drink, telling the bartender to say it’s from reader and sending it with a wildly scribbled note on a napkin (also not her idea). but it’s 100% cringe, like some pickup line or calling him daddy or smth (I mean, in their defense, they are drunk) but it’s just hilarious bc it’s absolutely peaks his interest and you can’t tell me that won’t come back to haunt you later because he’s def gonna dirty talk your socks off
anyways, just an idea <33 feel free to ignore. thanks, mwuah 😘
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GIF by thelostsmiles
I Could Make It Up To You
Pairing: Armani!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Age gap, alcohol, dom/sub dynamic, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, Daddy kink, breeding kink.
Word Count: 11,920
Reading time: ≈ 43 mins.
A/N: You really catered to my tastes with this prompt. Delicious, thank you. ALSO! I started college classes again this week, uploads will be fewer and farther between for the time being. I’m an English major and there is only so much writing one can take in a day. I will still get around to every request, and feel free to continue sending them in. Enjoy your smut, ya filthy animal <3
Opening my asks so I can practice writing more! If you have a request that you want done or have an idea you’re too lazy to write yourself, send it my way :p I prefer to write on Stephen Strange (any variant), but I am open to writing any Marvel character! Also open to writing on BBC!Sherlock. Willing to write almost anything and everything! Fluffy, angsty, smutty… go for it! Enjoy the read <3
18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past &lt;;3!
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You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up at one of Tony Starks famous parties, but God were you glad you had. Friends of friends of friends, you know how it goes. You were about three too many drinks in, sitting on a couch with your friends, giggling and gossiping as you eyed a man at the bar. They had all noticed— hell, he had noticed— you knew that but you were far too gone to give a damn. If he thought you were creepy oh well, if he caught you staring enough times maybe he’d take the hint.
He was wearing a stunning suit that fit him just right, showing off a tall, lean, and what you were fairly certain was a beautifully muscled body. The way the suit coat pulled taught across his back was evidence enough for you. He had a pair of dazzling bright blue eyes that you’d had the great fortune of looking right into before offering a small smile and looking away as if you weren’t concerned with him. His deep brown hair was quaffed back perfectly, and oddly enough the silver at his temples running behind his ears just made him that much sexier. He looked so mature and distinguished— and you couldn’t quite make out his age, but you were certain he was too old to be messing with the likes of you. That, however, did not perturb you. You and all your friends knew you had a thing for older men. And why wouldn’t you? More intelligent, better dressed, well-mannered, well-established… experienced. He had this air of confidence about him, a silent stoicism that was driving you crazy. He looked like a CEO or lawyer and knowing Tony Stark he must have been.
“If you stare any harder you might vaporize him.” Your friend giggled next to you, making you and the other girls laugh, “Can’t blame you. I don’t usually take ‘em that much older, but… mm.”
“Uh, uh, uh. Mine.” You practically purr, looking him over head to toe once more as he stood leaning against the bar speaking to some other man
“Not if you don’t make a move.”
“I’m waiting for him to make it.”
“Oh, please—“
“It’s the safest bet. They can get scared when a younger girl approaches them.”
“And if he approaches you? Are you looking to become someones sugar baby?” One of your friends teased
You shrugged and smiled, “Can’t be that bad of a life… maybe he could help pay the bills?”
“What if he’s not rich?”
“God, he looks like that— you think she cares?”
The five of you fell into a fit of giggles. You sipped once more from your glass, smiling into it. You definitely did not care. What you wouldn’t give to just have your hands on the man. You’d do whatever he asked you for the night— hell, you’d let him knock you up if he asked— he was just that gorgeous. You imagined he’d like it rough, take you like you were just another thing for him to use, make you scream for him all night long. God you couldn’t remember the last time someone had you like you wanted it. Kinky, rough, filthy, down-right dirty sex.
Was that too much to ask for?
You were pulled from your train of thought by two of your girlfriends giggling, leaning over a napkin and scribbling on it furiously with a pen one of them had magically produced from their clutch. Before you could lean over to read what they were writing, one of them snatched it up and flagged down a server.
She folded the napkin and handed it to the server asking, “The man at the bar with a red pocket square? Would you give him this and another martini?” 
You gasped and went to object but your friend cut you off, gesturing the server down to whisper in her ear. The server tried to hide her own smile as she stood and nodded, giving you a quick glance and a wink before walking off.
“What did you just do?” You asked laughing
“He’ll love it. Just sit sexy and look unbothered!” Your friend demanded
You sat up straighter, crossing one leg over the other, leaning into the back of the couch and crossing one arm under your chest to make your cleavage unmissable. With the neckline of your dress it was already pretty hard to miss, but it never hurts to accentuate it. You swirled your drink in its’ glass in the other, watching the way it dripped slowly back down the sides of the glass. Your friend next to you reached up and adjusted your hair, pulling a few of the soft curls over your shoulder before turning away and pretending to be absorbed in conversation with the other girls while they secretly watched for the mans reaction out of the corner of their eyes.
The server passed the note to the bartender first, who smiled and shook his head, preparing another martini for the man. He approached him and knocked on the table in front of him once. The man turned to look at him, raising a brow. The bartender slid the martini in front of him as well as the napkin and said something, nodding in your direction. Perhaps you should have looked away, but instead you continued to stare. You watched as he read whatever those two bimbos had written on the napkin and cracked a small smile, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He looked up at the wall in front of him before looking to you, his eyes raking over your body, taking the martini in hand and indulging in a nice long sip. You smiled softly and then looked back to your group of girlfriends, still pretending to not be watching the whole thing go down. 
You joined in their whispering, “I think that went well?”
“Mm… maybe not.” One of them said
You turned and watched as the man threw back the last of his drink. He reached into his pocket before standing and buttoning his coat, readjusting his sleeves, and without another glance at your group left.
“Guys…” You whined, watching him and his cute little ass strut straight out of the room
“Hey! No, it’s okay! We put your number on it.”
You looked back at the bar and noted that the napkin was in fact gone. Maybe that’s what he’d slipped into his pocket? Your spirits were boosted a little by the thought, though you’d have preferred if he’d just taken you home with him. Then again… you were drunk. Maybe he was trying to be respectful. You doubted there was anyone in the building who couldn’t tell you and your friends were just a bit too far gone.
“Look… if he doesn’t text you it’s his loss. Man has no idea what the hell he’d be missing out on.”
“Amen to that.” You sigh, leaning back in your seat, looking at the now empty bar stool
“C’mon, I still think we’ve got a few more drinks to go before we call it quits. I heard there’s a dance floor two floors down. You girls game?”
You all agree and you stood, going to dance the night away. Worst came to worst you’d go home and crawl into bed, vibrator between your legs, and think of him to get off. Yeah… that sounded nice. 
Stephen slipped out of the building without a farewell to Tony or anyone else. He needed to get home now. He had a few things to arrange. And a very urgent message to send.
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You were in the cab on the way home, the last of your friends to be returned home for the night. You were resting your head on the window, your buzz having significantly faded in the last two hours as you abstained from any more drinks. Unfortunately, you were still thinking about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome and the absence of a text. Until…
Unknown > Doctor Strange.
You knit your brows at the message. Doctor Strange? Sure, you knew of him— flying wizard or whatever. But why was some random number texting you his name?
You > Sorry?
A few seconds passed before a picture came through. A napkin. The napkin. Your first look at what had been written on it…
‘Why don’t you send me your name so I know what I’ll be screaming all night? XO’ and your number written beneath it.
You covered your mouth and let out a little giggle that caused the cab driver to give you a funny look in his rear view mirror. You gave him a sheepish smile in return.
Your friends were idiots.
Or maybe masterminds.
You’d decide later. 
Your phone buzzed again…
Unknown > Just answering your question, Sweetheart.
You > Doctor Strange? As in the Avenger?
Unknown > Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize me. My feelings will be hurt.
You bite into your bottom lip and consider your response before sending…
You > Well I’m sorry to say your feelings will be hurt.
You > But I’m sure I could make it up to you.
Unknown > You could come over now and start if you’re not busy.
You squealed internally. Super hot, sexy, former doctor, wizard man wanted you to come over now?
You > I think I could do that.
Unknown > 117A Bleecker Street
Unknown > Keep that dress on for me.
You > Yes, sir.
“Excuse me… I actually have a new destination. 177A Bleecker Street. Go the long way from here… need to waste a little time.”
Stephen was sitting on the Sanctum’s steps. He’d already alleviated Wong of his position for the night so he could return to Kamar-Taj and deal with his ‘higher duties.’ He didn’t mind for once. He was pleased to have the Sanctum to himself. He’d considered renting a hotel room for the night. It probably would have been safer that way, but then he’d have to hear Wong bitching about him ditching. And he hoped that the Sanctum gave off more of an air of safety. Hotel room and old man combined might have made you feel a bit like a potential murder prospect. He had a portal open giving him a birds eye view of the front door so he could meet you at your cab and pay for the fare. He wasn’t sure where you were coming from, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Stephen hadn’t exactly been sexually active since the whole sorcerer gig started. He’d hardly had time for it, and it always felt like the women who approached him were more fond of his position and powers than him. He knew your little note had been sent in a drunken stupor, and by the looks of you, you were a good deal younger than him. That didn’t put him off so much. Boosted his ego, actually. You’d sat there in your red dress, tits on display, pulling up your skirt to flash your bare legs all night. And you’d been staring at him. Of course, he’d been staring at you too, just in a more subtle fashion. If you were offering yourself on a silver platter, how could he refuse?
He had to admit, your little move with the note was cute… cute and sexy all at once. It was a stupid pickup line, but it was straight forward. You weren’t tiptoeing around anything, but with the way you’d been blatantly ogling him since you stepped into the lounge, he guessed that wasn’t your style. 
It was bold, that was for sure.
He liked that.
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It was about forty-five minutes before a cab halted outside of the Sanctum. Stephen closed the portal and stood from the steps, making his way to the door quickly. He opened it and stepped into the cool night air, walking down the steps slowly. He knocked on the driver’s window and placed a bill much larger than necessary in his hand before turning to your door and opening it for you.
Your breath caught in your throat seeing him again. You thought he was pretty from afar? Good God… if looks could kill. He leaned down into the cab and offered you a soft smile which you returned bashfully.
“My admirer, I presume?”
“Hello, Doctor.” You replied in response
“Have everything?” Stephen asked, extending his hand to you
“Just myself.” You said, taking his hand and letting him help you from the cab
“More than enough.”
You thread your arm through his and he walked you toward the large building with an intricate circular window at the top. It looked old— ivy growing up the sides, the stone slightly faded and cracking in some spots. It was in a nice part of town, which comforted you quite a bit. He pushed open one of the large wooden doors and led you into the building foyer. You took in your surroundings in amazement. The place was huge. The floors polished, walls covered in art, more than a few antique pieces sat around in display cases. Was this all his?
“Beautiful place.” You murmur
“Wasn’t my style at first, but it’s grown on me.” Stephen says, walking with you up the steps at a leisurely place to let you take in your surroundings
Your eyes were wide in wonder like it was the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen. You’d kept on that sweet little dress like he’d asked you to, your heels clicked against the hardwood floors. He wondered how you’d managed to keep your makeup in tact for this long and how quickly you’d let him ruin in. Your body was insane— you were sculpted to perfection. Your face was just as beautiful, bright eyes, sweet looking lips, gorgeous nose.
“What was your style before, Doctor?” You asked as he pushed open what must have been his bedroom door
“Much more modern, a lot less colorful.”
You observed the room to find it was rather colorful. But it was all dark jewel tones… refined and carefully placed together to tie one thing into the next. Your eyes immediately went to the large four poster bed made of a deep cherry wood. A wine red velvet fabric was draped over it, falling over the back and behind the rather intricate headboard. His comforter was a soft gold colored with a complex maroon pattern overlay… velvet to match the canopy. The Doctor led you over to a little sitting area in the room. Two wingback armchairs sat in front of a fireplace and a smaller mahogany table sat in front of that with two glasses and a decanter of wine. The room was spotless, though you could tell it was lived in from the rumple of the bedsheets and the indents of the pillows on the chairs. He offered you one of the chairs and you sat carefully, crossing your ankles and feeling the velvet material against your back. The guy really had a taste for the material it seemed. Doctor Strange walked over to the fireplace and made a gesture at it and it lit up immediately. He chuckled at the bewildered look on your face.
“Drinks and a show?” You muse, staring up at him through your lashes
He smirked down at you and unbuttoned his coat, shrugging it off and folding it neatly before laying it over the back of the unoccupied chair. He was definitely well built, you decided. You could see his biceps flexing beneath the white dress shirt, the buttons in the front seemed to strain as he rolled his shoulders back when he sat, relaxing into the chair.
“Would you care for a drink or should we get right to it?” He quirked a brow at you
You pretended to consider before saying, “I could do with a drink, Doctor.”
A tease. Noted.
Stephen smiled to himself and leaned forward to grab one of the glasses and the decanter of wine before thinking better of it and suggesting, “I hope you wouldn’t think me rude if I asked you to pour a glass for us?”
You just smiled at him sweetly and replied, “No, sir.” Stephen liked when you called him that. It made his heart beat hard against his chest. You scooted to the edge of the seat and reached forward to take the decanter in one hand and a glass in the other, “If your preference is to be served I don’t mind at all.”
He gave you a crooked smile, his eyes lighting with amusement and lamented, “I’d prefer to serve you in this manner, but…” He held his hands up, “safer if I didn’t. Wouldn’t want to stain your dress.”
“Clumsy?” You ask, passing him his glass half full
He paused at this and tilted his head to the side, assessing you before asking, “You really don’t know a thing about me, do you, Sweetheart?”
“I already told you your feelings would be hurt.” You tease
He holds his hand out to you and nods at it expectantly. You set down the decanter, pausing your pour midway and take it. Stephen watched as you leaned forward, propping your elbows on your knees, giving him a lovely view of your tits pushed together. Your face gave away nothing as you took his hand in both of yours. You could feel a tremor… at first you thought it was nervousness. But upon closer inspection you saw thin scarring running down the length of each of his fingers— nice, long, delicate looking fingers, and then across the back of his hands and down to his wrist in a more jagged fashion. The scarring was faded, though more recent than not judging by the pink hue they still had.
“Your other hand too?” You ask
Stephen liked the frankness of the question. There was no pity in your tone, just genuine curiosity.
“Yes.”
“What from?”
“Car wreck.”
“When?”
“About two years ago now.”
“What’s the condition?”
“Severe nerve damage.”
“Functional?”
“I try. Some days are better than others.”
“Well that’s better than not at all isn’t it?” You quirked a little smile at him and released his hand, grabbing your wine and sitting back slowly in the seat, crossing your ankles once more
“Doesn’t turn you off, does it?”
You titled your head to the side, your hair falling over your shoulder ‘tsked’ at him before flirting, “Hands aren’t the only way to please a girl, Doctor. As long as you’re not one of those men who finds the idea of having his head between a woman’s legs repulsive, I think we’ll still get along just fine.”
Stephen laughed and sucked on his teeth before remarking, “You are forward, aren’t you?”
“They don’t like the round-about way of flirting.”
“Who’s that?”
“Men your age.”
“Men my age?” Stephen chuckles, “And what is my age?”
You assessed him before deciding, “Late thirties, very early forties.”
“Forty-two.” He agreed taking a sip of his wine, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he looked you over and asked, “And how old are you, Little Girl? You won’t be getting me into any trouble, will you?”
“I’m old enough.” You reply cheekily, “No trouble, sir… not the legal kind anyway.”
“This isn’t your first rodeo with an older man, is it?”
“I like ‘em older.” You shrug, “They know how to treat you better. If you were my age you’d have already had me, spent yourself, and rolled over to fall asleep.”
Stephen gives a grin and laughs, “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
“I was young once too.”
“Were you?” You smile into your glass, “And were you always this handsome?”
“No.” He chuckles and admits, “I was… pretty dorky.”
“Surely not.”
“Wire frame glasses and textbooks piled in my arms.”
You choke back a laugh and mumble into your glass, “You’re a wizard, Harry.”
Stephen rolls his lips together to hide a smile and glances at the fire replying, “Funny.”
“Well, you are, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m a sorcerer. I learned what I know. Wizards are born magic.” 
“Oh my God!” You laugh, “Are wizards real?”
Stephen thought you had the sweetest smile and laugh. Your whole person seemed to shine when you did. It was what had initially caught his attention when you’d walked into the lounge with your girlfriends. The way you threw your head back just a bit and covered your mouth as if you were embarrassed by the sound was charming. 
He smiles and nod, “Wizards, warlocks, sorcerers, elves, dwarves, giants… I could tell you more but I don’t want to scare you, Little Girl.”
You give him a challenging stare, “I’m not afraid of things that go bump in the night, Doctor.”
“The things I deal with are prone to silent attack. Most people are dead before they get the chance to hear them ‘bump.’”
“Is this your idea of seduction? Scaring me so I wanna curl up real close?”
“Is it working?”
“Let’s say you’re lucky you’re pretty.” You tease, making him smile once more
He had the most charming smile. The crows feet at his eyes made him look distinguished, a dimple appeared in both of his cheeks, smile lines bloomed around his mouth so prominent not even his goatee could hide them. It made you melt. Slick formed between your thighs at that sight alone.
“Besides… if you wanted me closer, you could just ask.”
Stephen quirked a brown and held up his hand, gesturing you forward with two fingers. You held your wine glass and stood easily, coming to stand in front of him. Stephen spread his legs and patted his lap. You hiked up your skirt a bit and sat down on one leg, throwing both of your own over the arm of the chair. Stephen moved his glass from his hand at your back to the other and immediately brought his hand to your back. His thumb traced gentle circles over the skin as you settled yourself— you may have spent a little extra time wiggling around in his lap than necessary. You brought your free hand up and around his neck, playing with his hair and smiling as his eyes briefly fluttered shut. It had been too long… any touch from the woman in front of him was perfection. He gripped his wine glass and tried to collect himself.
Stephen was craving something raw. Something instinctual and animalistic. A way to relieve all his pent up frustration and longing. A man’s hand can only do so much— and his own could hardly do that. Nocturnal emissions had become more common than relief through masturbation. And here you were throwing yourself at him, perfectly willing, beautiful, level-headed, witty.
A dangerous combination for the Doctor.
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A long silence settled over the two of you. Both glasses of wine having long been finished. It was comfortable silence where you sat in his lap and played with his hair, his hand against your back, sometimes straying to your hair as well where he’d wrap a strand around his finger before unwrapping it and repeating the same action. You’d caught him looking at your tits more times than you could count, his eyes constantly straying from them to your eyes to the fire and back. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and closed your eyes. Your nose brushing against his neck from time to time sending chills through his body. His cologne was intoxicating. Deep and rich and surprisingly sweet.
“Vanilla.” You murmured softly, pressing your nose against his collar and inhaling deeply
“Tom Ford.” He agrees, “New. Wondered if it was too sweet.”
“It’s different. I like it.” You compliment, “If I have to compliment a man on his Polo Red one more time, I swear…” You grumble
You felt as his chest quaked with amusement, “And what are you wearing, Sweetheart?” 
“Nothing, sir. Forgot to put anything on.”
“You just smell this good naturally?” 
Stephen made the first real move between either of you and ducked down, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath in before releasing it slowly. His warm breath sent chill bumps prickling over your body, your nipples pebbling as well. The way his voice dipped an octave lower and dripped like honey into your ears. His hand that he’d kept reasonably rested against one of your shins dared move farther up, slipping carefully beneath the fabric of your dress to the bare skin of your thigh where he squeezed gently. He moved his face down, following the curve of your neck and shoulder, placing a gentle kiss against your shoulder blade before letting his lips trail across your skin as he slowly lifted his head to rest in the crook of your neck once more. His facial hair tickled against the bare skin making you shiver.
You gathered enough of your wits to reply, “I suppose so, sir.”
“I can only imagine how you must taste.” He murmurs
“Probably a bit like wine at the moment.” You theorize, tilting your head to the side as another soft kiss was pressed to your neck, “Wanna taste and tell me if I’m right?”
Stephen lifted his head slightly, pressing his lips to your jaw first and then that sweet spot right below your ear and answered, “I have a few questions for you first.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Birth control?”
“Implant.”
“STD’s?”
“Clean.”
“You want me to fuck you raw?”
Your stomach twist and your cunt throbbed. You’d never let any of the other men you were with have you like that. It was too much of a risk, and they’d never bothered asking these questions in the first place, you’d always just gone straight for a condom. Clearly he cared about the health aspect of the whole thing, and that boosted your confidence in him ten-fold. Besides… you said had you’d let him knock you up if he wanted, and he couldn’t even do that realistically.
“Please…” You breathed out
Stephen smiled against your skin, “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“However you want, Doctor.” Came your quick reply, “But I like it rough.”
“How rough?”
You turned your head, your nose brushing against his own and purred, “Use me like your whore.”
Stephen let out a small huff. His cock twitched immediately at the filthy request. He took note that you didn’t seem to mind referring to yourself using the derogatory term. He’d test his luck with some of his own eventually.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Make one.” He demanded
You looked to the ceiling and decided, “Red.”
“Good girl.” A flush immediately covered your cheeks at the praise and Stephen chuckled, “Oh? You liked that, Sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir.” You said, shifting in his lap, your thighs squeezing together
“Who hurt you to make you want to sit in the lap of an old man and have him whisper praise in your ear?” He teases, squeezing the fat of your thigh
“Does it matter? What woman your age made you want the pretty, young, dumb ones?” You threw back
Stephen was pretty good at reading people and he knew one thing for sure: You were not one of the dumb ones. But you wanted to play dumb for him and that filled him with some twisted arousal he couldn’t quite explain. You weren’t stupid— he’d decided that from your first ten minutes of conversation. You had the wit he was hoping you would. He figured it could only be his ego that had him so excited by your feigned naivety. You weren’t dumb, but you were willing to be for him if that’s what he wanted. Soft, delicate, easy…
He rolled his eyes at the snide comment and insisted, “It matters to me that you’re safe— that you actually want this.”
“I want this.” You promised, “I want you, Doctor.” You glanced up at him through your lashes and moved to pop open the first button on his dress shirt, “I want you, and I want you however you want me. I want to make you feel good.” You popped open the next two buttons and traced the bit of his collar bone now exposed to you, lifting your head to look him in the eyes once more and asking, “Do you want me?”
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Stephen reached up and weaved his hand through your hair. He pulled you forward and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into one another, your body going lax as Stephen leaned into you. You nibbled gently at his lower lip and he traced yours with his tongue in return. You parted your lips and Stephen let his tongue meet your own. You slipped your hand between the unbuttoned shirt and felt his smooth, firm chest under your fingertips. Your touch had a warmth to it that forced Stephen to surrender further to you, his hand falling from your hair to your back once again, pulling you insistently into him. The kiss was slow and exploratory, incredibly sensual and passionate, it sent your head reeling and lit your body on fire. Stephen pulled away to catch his breath and you began trailing slow kisses across his jawline until you reached his ear, nibbling on it gently. He let out a contented sigh, his head falling back to rest against the chair.
You turned and hiking up your skirt further straddled his lap, bringing yourself down right over the quickly growing erection in his suit pants. You and Stephen both groaned at the contact and his hands immediately went to your waist. He opened his eyes to watch you start shamelessly rocking back and forth against him, your eyes fluttering closed, your hands traveling up your own body sensually as you rolled your hips against him, reveling in the feeling of his hard-on beneath you. The way you moved was hypnotic, and Stephen couldn’t wait to get you undressed and watch as you repeated the same action with him inside you. He gripped at your waist tighter, moving his hands down slowly, watching as the fat of your hips molded to his touch. Your tits were right in his face now and he did what he’d been longing to since the moment he’d seen you in the lounge tonight. He buried his face between them, giving each a gentle nip making you whimper above him.
He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders just to tease himself. He reached up and settled his hands on your shoulders, running his thumbs softly across your décolletage. He let one of his hands move toward your neck where he gave his first real test of your limits. You ran your hand up his chest and along his arm, stopping to not so subtly grope at his bicep before placing your hand on his and tightening his grip with a grin. Stephen smirked up at you and forced you to lean down to kiss him again. The kiss had a bit more desperation to it this time, your hands in his hair pulling gently, the Doctor gripping at your throat to hold you right where he wanted you as he controlled the kiss. Slick was pooled between your thighs— you wouldn’t have been surprised to find a wet spot on his slacks if they were a lighter color.
Stephen moved his hand from your throat to your cheeks and gripping your face tight pulled you away from his lips to warn you, “It’s been a while. I have more than one round in me.”
You hummed happily, a cheshire smile spreading slowly on your face as you replied, “Thank, God. That is the downside to the older guys.” You pout down at him and tease, “You run out of energy so quick and I always want so much more.”
“Greedy girl.”
“I like to be spoiled.” 
“Something tells me that applies to more than just this scenario.”
You bite into your bottom lip and give a little giggle, “Well, sir, if you’re offering…”
Stephen had half expected that was part of your motive. No girl your age has interest in a guy his age without a bit of ulterior motive. But he wasn’t opposed to the idea. Caring was part of his nature, now more than ever. And to have the opportunity to care for someone in such a simplistic way— to take care of their basic needs and wants— was far more appealing than the idea of saving someone from another magical entity.
“Let’s see just how good you do for me first, Little Girl.” Stephen bargains letting go of your face, “And we can talk about that after.”
“Oo, he’s picky with his whores.”
Stephen sucks on his teeth, “You’re doing very little whoring and a whole lot of talking at the moment, Sweetheart.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. Can’t help myself.” You reach up and gently run your thumbs over the hair at his temples. Those silver streaks that had initially caught your eye. Good Lord, grey looked good on him. “Can I get on my knees for you, Doctor? Or do you just want my pussy?”
Stephen runs his thumb over your bottom lip gently, pulling it down and watching it snap back into place. Both. Both sounded good. He trails his hand from your hip back behind you to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly. You seem to read his mind and slide off his lap when the zipper had been undone, standing in front of him. You kick off your pumps and then slowly start shimmying the dress down your body, your eyes locked on Strange the whole time. His eyes travel over you, first taking in your bare chest, and then smiling softly to himself seeing the little pair of lacy black panties beneath your skirt. You had the prettiest hips and waist, and he was dying to sink his fingers into the skin. Stephen stood and stopped in front of you, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his belt. 
Your hands made quick work of the buckle, but you didn’t go straight for his zipper. Instead, you slowing brought your hands up to his shirt and resumed the work on the buttons. Stephen smiled to himself— definitely a tease. Unfortunately for him, you looked rather cute teasing. Big doe eyes, soft smile, obviously trying to force back giggles. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips which you returned happily. You did taste like wine… and maybe cigarettes from a few hours ago? You pulled the fabric from the Doctor’s shoulders slowly. He was built like a god. Chiseled by hand from some higher power. Stephen liked the way your eyes lit up seeing his half naked frame— you were genuinely interested in him in that aspect. He knew he had a nice body for his age, but it never hurt to be reminded of that fact. Your hands settled against his chest and started slowly roaming all over him from his shoulders to his obliques and his waist. You traced his v-line with your thumb and teased two fingers into his waistband making his cock jump. So close…
“Sweetheart, you’re starting to test my patience.”
You giggle and rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him as you move your hands to unbutton and unzip his slacks. Stephen sighed in relief as soon as the dress pants were slid over his erection. He was straining against his briefs, desperate to be freed and handled. He bent down and grabbed beneath your thighs, pulling you up and situating you around his waist. You gave a bit of a squeal and Stephen chuckled.
“Not usually this strong are they?”
“God, no.” You agree, “Or this sexy.” You smile, nibbling at his chin and jaw
“You’re quite the flatterer.”
“But I mean it this time.” You promise, tracing the lines of his facial hair as he walks you over to the bed
“I’m sure that’s what you tell all of them.” Stephen smiles, dropping you onto the bed and quickly crawling up your body
“No, Doctor.” You breathe out against his lips, staring into his eyes, “I let them believe that’s what I think, but I rarely ever mean it.”
Stephen kissed your lips softly, straddling your waist to hold his weight and sitting up to get a good look at you as he began running his hands over your body. He stared down at you. You were nearly naked beneath him— and just as insanely gorgeous as he’d hoped— but he was having just as much fun entertaining your wit as he was running his fingers over your smooth skin.
“How many have there been?”
“My age or yours?” You ask
“Yours.”
You consider a moment before replying, “More than ten, less than twenty. All a long time ago now.”
“My age?”
“You’d be lucky number three, Doctor.”
“And lucky I am. You’re stunning, Sweetheart.”
“I’m sure that’s what you tell all of them.” You mock with a grin
Stephen chuckled and rolled off of you, situating some pillows and propping himself at the head of the bed. You roll over and crawl up toward him, running your hands up his legs, nails digging into his thighs. You immediately leaned over his crotch and licked the length of his cock through the fabric of his boxers making Stephen grunt. You run your hand over it, stroking him through the material while peppering his abs with kisses and little love bites. You hooked your fingers through his waistband and pouted up at him when he wouldn’t raise his hips.
“You need something, Sweetheart?” He smirked, moving his hands behind his head to prop himself up further
“Will you let me take off your boxers?” You ask sweetly
“I would, but I’m not wearing boxers.” Stephen pouts back
You huff and roll your eyes at him, “I’m trying to suck your dick and you’re arguing semantics?”
Stephen chuckled and decided he liked you when you were frustrated. Your nose scrunched at the end, bottom lip stuck out, eyes narrowed. Awfully cute little thing. You didn’t mind him laughing at you, you knew it was all in good fun, and if he needed his ego stroked, you were more than willing to help— but acting like a brat was part of the fun.
“Fine. Sir, will you please raise your hips so I can take off your briefs and stuff your cock down my throat?”
“Well when you put it that way…”
Doctor Strange immediately lifted his hips and you eagerly pulled the briefs off his body. You grinned like the devil watching his cock spring free and he gave a sigh of relief. Oh he was big. And pretty. He stood tall and there was a nice curve to him that you knew would hit that one spot just right. He was flushing pink, a bead of pre cum already dribbling from his tip. You were suddenly glad it’d been a while— he was going to stretch you to your limit, leave an ache between your legs in the following days. Your hole fluttered at the thought alone. You settled between his thighs on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows so he’d still have a nice view of your tits. You looked into his eyes as you licked your hand and brought it around his length. He was so hard and pent up. You wondered how long it’d been for him since he had a woman in his bed. His hips immediately jumped at the contact and you gave a little smile. You started at his base, barely stroking him, using your wrist to twist around him. You fondled his balls in your other hand… they were already heavy, begging for release. You really hoped he had more than one round in him like he said.
Stephen groaned as you started working over his length. You were using such a light touch that it somehow felt more sensitive than if you’d gripped him fully. He watched as you leaned forward and licked gently at his tip, giving a little moan at the taste of his pre cum on your tongue. You took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it making him hiss in delight. Electricity seemed to shoot through his body and he gripped harshly at his own hair in attempts to compose himself. You continued lavishing little licks and kisses to his head, stroking him slow and soft, watching every twitch, every tense, every indicator of his pleasure. You gathered saliva in your mouth and let it drip from his head to his base, rubbing your lips against his tip, grinning at him as you started pumping up and down his length using a firmer grip. You ducked down and took both of his balls in your mouth and the Doctor groaned, his hips trying to buck upwards once more. You applied pressure against his thighs to keep him as still as possible and he seemed to comply. You released his balls with a lewd popping noise and stared up at him with pure lust.
“Pretty cock.” You compliment, “You taste good.”
Stephen hummed happily, “I’m glad you like it.”
You ran your tongue up his length and asked, “How long has it been?”
“Almost two years.”
“Didn’t know a man could go that long without sex.” You ran your tongue down the opposite side and started stroking him again
“I’m incredibly patient.”
“But I was already starting to test it five minutes ago.” You pout, sucking his head like a lollipop
“I know. So what does that say about y— shit!” Stephen inhaled sharply as you forced your mouth down half his length, “Ah… that’s a good girl.”
You hummed happily at the praise and ran your tongue along his shaft as you took him a bit further, keeping your hand at his base to stroke what you still couldn’t reach. Your other hand was reaching forward clawing at his abdomen to ground yourself. You started bobbing your head up and down his length, looking up at him the whole time. Stephen smiled and threw his head back into the pillows with a groan. He didn’t know what the hell you were doing with your tongue, but he’d never had his dick sucked this well. You surfaced for air and kept working your hand over his length, watching as his mouth fell open and eyes fluttered closed. He was so goddamn pretty it hurt. You sat up and readjusted so you were leaning over him with your ass in the air to give him something else to look at. Stephen opened his eyes and watched as you forced him almost completely down your throat.
“F-fuck, Baby. Just like that… just like that for me.”
You nodded your head and attempted to swallow around him making him moan, and if you could have smiled you would have. The most beautiful, deep noise you’d ever heard. Fuck, you wanted to hear it in your ear while he took you. You released him once more with a pop.
“You’re already twitching for me.” You tease, “So close so soon?”
“Don’t act surprised. You know that pretty little mouth works cock well.”
You hum, “You’re so big I can’t even deep throat you.”
Steph scoffs and props himself up on his arms, “Let me help you then.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged your mouth back to his leaking head. You licked the tip and he grunted, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look him in the eyes as he said, “You’re gonna take it all, Sweetheart, got it? Try not to choke on it.”
You didn’t have time to reply as he shoved his cock in your mouth. He sunk you about half way, which you took with ease, still well collected enough to keep doing whatever you were doing with your tongue up. He gave you a minute to adjust, a minute for him to revel in that feeling before pushing on the back of your head and forcing you down further. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat and he grinned. Saliva pooled in your mouth and ran down his length. Funny thing was, you moaned after the fact. You were getting off on this as much as he was. He sat up to support his weight and pushed you down the rest of the way, groaning as your lips wrapped around his base. 
“Th-there you go.” Stephen felt resistance in his arm as you tried to pull back and snarled, “Uh-uh. Fucking take it. Breathe through your nose, whore.” 
Your nails clawed at his sides providing a delicious sting and Stephen felt himself throb. You were stuffed full and your mind was on autopilot just trying to regulate the one necessary function to keep you from passing out choking on his length. Tears gathered quickly in your waterline and you felt one roll down your cheek. You grabbed his waist and shut your eyes, willing yourself to settle. You relaxed your throat the best you could, gagging once and taking in as deep of a breath as you could through your nose.
“That’s it, Sweetheart.” Strange coos, “I’m gonna let your head go now… suck hard before you come up for air.”
You nodded as best you could. His hand left your hair and settled on the back of your neck. You wrapped your lips around him as tight as you could and slid yourself slowly off his length, trying to suck as if you were drinking from a straw. You came off of him with a gasp and cough, your eyes popping open, drool running down your chin, several more tears running down your cheeks. Strange smirked at you, reaching up and gently wiping away the tears.
“Alright, Sweetheart?” You just nodded, still trying to catch your breath and Stephen chuckled, “C’mon, I know you aren’t dumb on my dick already. Let me hear you.”
“S’big.” Is all you whimper out, running one hand down your throat and taking him back in hand in the other
He pouts down at you, “Is it too big for you, Little Girl?”
You shake your head, “N-no, sir.”
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead promising, “We’ll practice more and you’ll take it like it’s nothing soon.” You whimpered at the idea, feeling proud you seemed to have impressed him so far. “Will you do it for me again? Can I fuck your face and cum down your throat?” You nodded eagerly and Stephen smiles, “That’s such a Good Girl. You gonna swallow it for me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
Stephen pulled your face back toward his cock by your hair, “Go on then.”
He laid back down and you released him from your hand, putting them both under his hips to help pull you down. You took a deep breath and wasted no time in forcing yourself down his length. He groaned, his hand pulling at your hair making you moan. You were certain this underwear was destroyed. No amount of washing would ever rid them of the smell of your arousal at this point. You gagged once more, but the man above you didn’t seem to mind. If anything it turned him on more, you could feel him pulse every time one of those filthy sounds left your throat. He started slowly thrusting up into your mouth, and you did your best to just keep it open. Stephen, for his part, was doing his best not to cum right then and there. Your lips were too soft, your throat too wet and warm. He picked up his speed and chuckled as you gagged around him once more.
“D-doing so good, Sweetheart. I’m so clo—se. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat real soon. You— you’re gonna take it all. Don’t want to see you waste one drop, yeah?” Your nails dug into his hips as he started thrusting faster, he could feel his balls tightening, his heart was hammering in his chest, “Just a little longer…” He sighed, his head handing backward and mouth falling open, “Feels so good, Baby. C-can only imag— oh fuck— can only imagine how good your pussy is gonna feel. You think you’re full now? Oh, God— shit, shit, shit…” 
His grip in your hair somehow got rougher. You were sputtering around the base of his cock as he came with a groan, his other hand coming up to join the one in your hair. You moaned around him as you felt his release coat your throat, but he didn’t stop thrusting. And there was just more and more. You were choking on the sheer volume of his cum, your throat already stuffed full and no way for you to swallow in this position. You used all your strength to fight against his hold in your hair and pulled off of him. Stephen had never seen something as erotic as your face streaming with tears, his cum dribbling out the corners of your mouth. He watched as you took a swallow and a large gasping breath, opening your mouth to show him you’d done exactly as he told you. 
You immediately crawled up his body, leaning over his face and smiling down at him. Stephen took an outrageously shaky hand and ran his thumb up your chin and around the sides of your mouth, and you opened, letting him place his thumb against your tongue to fulfill your promise of not wasting a single drop of him. You gave a pleased hum at the taste of him, sucking on his thumb, willing to have any part of him in you at any capacity at this point. Stephen watched as your eyes rolled back as you sucked on his thumb and could have cum again from the sight alone.
“Little Slut already cock drunk?” Stephen teased with a grin, pulling you down to crush his lips to yours
Your kiss was desperate now, your hands gripping to his shoulders and biceps as he weaved both hands through your hair. Your lower half started moving on its own accord and Stephen could feel your slick against his abdomen where you straddled him. He moaned into your lips— God, he had you all worked up and needy just from sucking his cock.
“Need you to fuck me.” You whine against his lips, “Please, please, please… need it so bad.”
Stephen smiled back and ran a hand gently over the top of your head asking, “Need me to fuck you, Baby? You want my cock?”
“Please.” You whine once more
“You look so pretty when you beg.”
Stephen rolled you over so you were beneath him. His cock— still wet with your saliva and leaking from the head— slapping against your stomach. He put two fingers through the waistband of your panties on either side, pulling them gently before shying away. You mewl and pout up at him, but he just gives you a dark look that says ‘be patient.’ Patient you are as the Doctor ducks down and takes an indecent whiff of your arousal, his nose nudging your clit before he runs his tongue hard and flat over your still clothed cunt. You grip at the comforter below you, a shocked gasp leaving your lips.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, you’re dripping. All for me? All because I let you suck me off?” Stephen groans, his hand falling to his cock to stroke it, making sure he’s just as hard as before
Refractory period apparently didn’t exist when you’d been desperate for so long.
“Yes… yes, sir.” You squirm beneath him, “Can’t help it, want you so bad. Want your cock.”
Stephen pulls your panties off, watching as a string of your arousal clings to the fabric. He throws the underwear somewhere on the bed and leans back down, gently dragging his tongue through your slit, making you keen. You tasted like fucking heaven— sweet and salty— the perfect treat. He places a kiss against your clit and watches your hole flutter, desperate to be stretched and filled. He brings one finger to your entrance and pushes in easily, making you writhe against the sheets, a sigh of pleasure echoing off the walls of the large room. He almost immediately adds his ring finger, starting to pump them in and out as he shifts upward to kiss you again. He was addicted to your lips, and after the blow job you’d just given him, how couldn’t he be?
“Please…” You whine
“Please? Please what, Baby? My fingers not good enough for you?”
You shake your head and disagree, “Fingers feel so good, hands feel— ahh— so, so good.” You pant out, your eyes squeezed shut, missing the way Strange softens at the lament, “B-but I want you to fuck me. Need your cock inside me now.”
“Need to stretch you out, what if it hurts?”
You groan, “Then thank fuck. I was hoping it would.”
Stephen snorts and places a line of kisses across your jaw whispering, “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Will be for you.” You purr, “Told you I wanted to be your whore, Doctor.”
Stephen growls into your neck and sucks at the skin hard. His. You were his for the night— and he was starting to get the feeling you meant it when you said you wanted to be fucked like a whore. After the way you let him abuse your throat, and you’re begging for him to stretch you, how could he think any different? He sat back up between your legs, placing one hand beneath the small of your back and removing the other from your cunt. He used your arousal to coat his own length— there was more than enough to spare. You squirmed when he drug his cock head through your folds, tapping it against your clit, making you cry out. You looked so good clouded in desperation.
“Beg for it again.” Stephen demanded lowly
“Please.” You whine, eyes wide staring up at him
“Better than that.” He scoffs, aligning with your entrance
“God— oh fuck, please, Doctor Strange. Give me your cock. Give it to me please. All I wanted since I first saw you. Knew you’d fuck me right.” Your hips shifted forward in attempt to force him to breech your entrance
Stephen dropped his hold on his cock to force your hips agains the mattress, “One more time, Sweetheart. I love hearing how fucking cock drunk you are. Isn’t even in you yet and you can barely string together a sentence more than three words long.”
You whimpered, “Str— Doctor, please. I want you to wreck me. Fucking ruin me—“ You shrieked as Stephen pushed in
He let out an obscene moan. You were so fucking tight, squeezing him every inch of the way. He pushed a little harder to settle himself in you all the way and you let out a cry. He wasn’t even moving yet and you could feel him in your guts. Everything went hazy, the whole room in a cloud of some sort. Your eyes rolled back and Stephen groaned. Your walls quaked around him, trying to suck him farther in. He was already too much, but he got the feeling it would never be enough for you. You were voracious.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You squealed out, your hands gripping at the pillows above you, the reach making your tits sit perfect
“You need me to pull out, Sweetheart?” Stephen asked, genuinely concerned
“No! Please don’t. Feels so good— fuck— stretching me so good. Can’t fucking see straight.”
Stephen chuckles, “And I’m not even moving yet.”
“God, please move. Fuck me hard.” You glanced up at him shyly and asked, “You wanna cum in me, don’t you, Daddy?”
He thought his brain would explode. His heart could have burst through his rib cage. His cock jumped inside you. You watched as his face morphed from that of amusement to a cold steel. The name was always a gamble with the older guys. Some of them hated it, some of them got off on it as much as you did. Stephen drew back his hips, leaving just his head inside you, before snapping them back into place with so much force you slid up the bed. You cried out, your eyes squeezing shut. Stephen immediately leaned down, caging you in with his frame and tugged both of your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand. 
His other hand gripped your face tight and he demanded, “Look at me, whore.”
Your eyes snapped open and he started moving in and out of you at a lazy pace, watching your gaze go all foggy, your lips parting slightly, little whines falling from them as you adjusted to him. You were pulling him in, your cunt begging to hug his cock. 
“Say it again.” He ordered, “Call me that again.”
You did your best to quell a smirk, “You’re gonna c-cum in me, aren’t you, Daddy?” You ask, making your eyes wide and innocent, “That’s why you wanted to fuck me raw? You want to watch your cum drip out of me afterward?” You bite into your bottom lip to stifle a yelp as the Doctor jackhammers into you before continuing, “Or you gonna sh-shove it back in? Make sure I don’t waste a drop there either? You want me pregnant?”
Stephen’s emotions were a jumble of horny and confused and elation. No one had ever referred to him like that— he’d never exactly thought much about it. And no, he didn’t actually want kids, but the idea that someone wanted him enough to ask something like that… the idea that he would have someone else to protect and care for…
“Fuck…” He moans into your ear, your whole body breaking out into goosebumps at the warm baritone, “Fuck, Sweetheart. That what you want?”
His speed picked up and all you could think to say was, “Ohh, shit. Cock feels so good. S’fuckin’ big. Feel it in m-my guts. Please don’t stop.”
Stephen grunts, “Not stopping, Baby Girl. Gonna fuck you nice and hard just like this ’til you cum. Wanna see you cum on my cock. You gonna scream for me?” 
You nod, your hands going to his hair and pulling roughly as Stephen ducked down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bud and biting it gently. His other hand released your wrists and wrapped around your throat, and your walls fluttered around him. He switched to your other breast, hearing every little moan and plea that fell from your lips. You were like a goddamn drug. He couldn’t have stopped at this point if he wanted to. You were so warm and inviting, filthy and unapologetic. 
“Pretty little pussy feels real nice, Sweetheart. Fuckin’ choking my cock. Not gonna last long like that.” He growls into your neck
His pace was fast and hard exactly how you wanted and you cried out, “C-can’t help it! Feels so— shit! Ahh, feels so good!”
“Cock stretching you out how you hoped, huh? Might act like a whore, but this pussy doesn’t feel like it’s been used by one. So t— fuck yeah, squeeze me like that— so tight.”
“Harder.” You beg, “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”
Stephen didn’t respond aside from pulling out, flipping you on your stomach, grabbing your hips, and slamming back inside you. He watches as your arms gave out underneath you and you squealed in delight. He found that perfect spot like you knew he would. Your hips faltered and he slapped your ass as reprimand, making you promptly return it to the air. He leaned forward and grabbed he headboard, drawing back and slamming his hips against your ass, watching it recoil. You scram and buried your face in the pillows, tears staining your face once more.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck— gonna make me cum, Daddy.”
“You better ask first.” Strange grunts behind you
You whine, “God, please. Please let me cum. You wanted me to cum on your cock— let me cum on your cock like a good girl.”
Stephen kept one hand on the head board and wrapped your hair around his hand with the other, tugging your head back to look at him, making your walls clench tight around him. He grinned at the look on your face, you could hardly keep your eyes open, your mouth hanging slack as he drilled into you. 
“Awe…” Stephen patronized, “You wanna be a good girl for me? Wanna be a good girl for Daddy?” Your cunt clenched around him again and he scoffed, “You’re fucking filthy— you like it when I call myself Daddy?”
“Mhm…” You hum back, drool nearly running down your chin
“I think I like it too.” He admits, “I’ll be your Daddy. Why don’t you go ahead and cum on my cock for me? Claim me, Baby Girl.”
The way your body almost instantaneously obeyed the request was embarrassing. Stephen thought it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever witnessed. Your whole body went rigid, your nails clawing at the headboard as you looked for something to grab onto. You squeezed around him so hard he could barely move— fuck he’d barely touched your clit, was that even possible? Your whole body shook as you came off your high, your vision white, your body immediately going hot. Stephen looked down and groaned at the ring of white around the base of his cock. 
“That’s it, that’s my Good Girl. Perfect, Baby. Did so fuckin’ good for me.”
You murmured a little, “Thank you, sir…” Your eyes fluttering closed
Stephen kept pounding into you, abusing your cunt, his cock throbbing, “Tired already? Thought you always needed more than one, Sweetheart?”
You shook your head, “Too much— want more.”
Stephen grinned. You didn’t even know what you wanted from him. He pulled out, flipping you back over. You stared up at him with tired eyes, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He reentered you, taking your lips in his and started rocking in and out of you, grinding down harshly to stimulate your clit. You mewled beneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him farther into you.
“F-feels so good, Doc… so good.”
“Mhm, you feel good too, Baby Girl.” Stephen brushed the hair out of your face and asked, “You want Daddy to cum in you?” You nodded fervently and he smiled, “Sweet Girl, wants whatever I give her, huh?”
“Y-y-yes, sir.” Your voice shook as Stephen picked up the pace again, bringing his hands between the two of you to play with your clit
“Gonna cum in you, Baby. It’ll be running down your legs for the next week. That what you want? Want Daddy’s load in this hungry little pussy? Make the ache go away?”
Your stomach twist. His words were so filthy and demanding. He was posing them as questions, but you knew that it was what he would do whether you said yes or no. But God did you want it.
“Cum… in me.” You pant out, burying your face in the crook of his neck as the tension in your lower belly builds once more, “Please?”
“Need you to cum for me again and then I’ll give it to you.” Stephen grunts out, doing his best to hold back his own impending climax, “Gonna stuff you full… get you pregnant. Gonna look so pretty pregnant with my baby, Sweetheart.” Your walls started fluttering around him once more and he smiled, “Open your eyes, wanna watch you cum on my cock, want you to see who makes you feel like this.”
Your eyes opened and you almost immediately came. The Doctor stared down at you softly, a shaking hand cradling your cheek as he worked in and out of you, his thumb stroking over your clit. Your back arched and your nails dug into his back, a scream ripped from your throat as you came for a second time around his cock.
“That’s it. J-just like that, Baby Girl.” He kissed your forehead, “Look so pretty when you cum, sad I missed it the first time.”
“Cock’s so good…” You slur out, drunk on oxytocin and adrenaline
“I know. I fuck you right, don’t I?” Stephen grins down at you, enthralled by your cock drunk, lust hazed demeanor, “I— I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum for you. Tell me you want it, Baby. Tell Daddy how bad you want it.”
“P-p-please!” You cry, “Cum please, get me pregnant. Wanna make you feel good. Get me pregnant, Daddy. Fill me up— oh, God yes!” You sighed feeling him start to flood your insides
Stephen moaned and groaned as he buried himself impossibly deeper in your heat. He could hear your little whimpers and cries, your begging and pleas. You were so perfect, so debauched, violated by his seed. He thrust into you roughly a few more times before pulling out with a huff. He grinned watching as your hole fluttered and his cum dripped slowly out of you. He reached up and made you to sit up, forcing your head down to look at the filthy scene.
“Pussy looks real pretty decorated like this, Baby Girl.” You blushed pink and looked up at him with wide eyes, making Stephen laugh as he rolled off the bed, “Oh? You shy now?”
“No… just never let anyone… do that before.” You admit quietly, a small smile on your lips
Stephen quirked a brow at you, “How’s it feel?”
You giggle and blush a shade darker, “Really good…” 
He chuckled and kissed your lips softly, smiling when you whined as he pulled away.
“None of that. Let me get you cleaned up… then we’ll talk.”
You nodded and watched as he walked to the opposite side of the room. Giggling when you noticed how cute his butt was. You flopped back into the mass of pillows at the head of the bed and let out a deep, contented sigh.
Holy shit.
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Stephen let out a deep sigh, finally having truly caught his breath. You were curled up next to him under the covers, thoroughly cleaned and checked for any bruises— you’d have some on your hips tomorrow and more than a few love bites to show for the tryst, but you both made it out relatively unscathed. You were currently trailing your fingers delicately up and down the sides of his throat, along his collar bones, and across his chest. He sipped from a new glass of wine with one hand and massages at your temples lightly with the other.
“So… Daddy kink?” Stephen asks
You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder mumbling, “Yeah…”
“Interesting.”
“You don’t seem to mind.” You tease
“No, I don’t…” Stephen agrees mumbling, “Learn something new every day.”
“And a breeding kink.” You add
“Far less excited about that one.”
“They go hand in hand a lot of the time.” You shrug, “People make a big deal out of it like it isn’t totally natural. Especially in the moment— easy to lose yourself.”
“Apparently so.”
“You have kids?”
“God, no.” He scoffs, “I can barely take care of myself some days.”
You smile up at him, “I doubt that’s true.”
“I’m too busy taking care of everyone else.”
“Mm… the wizard gig.” You smile against his skin
There’s another long moment of silence. Stephen didn’t mind. He liked that you could be quiet and comfortable. It was nice to just be next to another person, to have the company of another body.
“Were you serious about looking for someone to… take care of you?” Stephen breeches carefully
You shrug, “Or I could just come because I want to. Free wine, good looking man… alot worse deals out there.”
Stephen gave a soft smile. Perhaps you were as fond of his conversation as he’d become of yours?
“I never got your name, you know?” Stephen muses, quirking a wider smile at the irony of the situation
You consider a moment before saying, “I think I’d rather not tell you… you can just keep calling me ’Sweetheart.’ S’real cute.”
Stephen chuckles, “Did I ever even tell you my name?”
“You’re Doctor Strange.” You tease
“Stephen… you can call me Stephen.”
You hum, “Stephen. Suits you somehow.”
“You’re really not going to tell me your name?” He glances down at you
“Can’t you wizard it out of my brain or something?”
“I’m not a wizard.” Stephen sighs deeply, resting his head against the headboard once more, “And even if I could do that, it’s terribly invasive.”
“Speaking from experience?”
“Mind’s been invaded a time or two, yeah.”
“So… a sorcerer.” You correct, “Show me some magic.”
“I’m not a magician for hire.” He grumbles
You pout, “Well, why not? You’d look awful cute in a tux and top hat.”
He chuckles, “You think?”
“I do think. But I also think you probably look handsome in everything, so…”
“A flatterer.” Stephen repeats
“Still mean it.” You insist, “C’mon, one magic trick.”
Stephen thinks for a moment before looking around the bed. He sits up and grabs your panties from the foot of the bed, setting his glass on the nightstand. He shrinks down under the covers and pulls you to lay facing the ceiling as well. You watch as he throws the black lace into the air, holding his hand up and a circle of orange light that must be a symbol of some sort forms. As the underwear hits the gold light, the lace bursts into a kaleidoscope of blue butterflies— five or six which stay hovering above the bed. You gasp in delight and sit up, eyes wide. Stephen smiles as you reach up, holding out your finger and one of the butterflies lands on it.
“Are they real?” You whisper, holding the sheets over your chest, another one of the butterflies landing in your hair
He chuckles and reaches up, gently willing the butterfly onto his finger and out of your hair, “Feels pretty real to me.”
“But are they?”
“It’s complicated.” Stephen explains, “Transmutation is… real and not real are a difficult concept in my world.”
“Well now I don’t have any underwear, so thank you for that.” You pretend to grouch, turning around and placing the butterfly on the headboard
“What do you need underwear for?”
“I don’t tend to take cab rides commando.” You say dryly, slinking back down and resting your chin on his chest
He quirks a brow at you, “And who said you were going home?”
“Am I not?”
“No, I don’t think so…” Stephen wraps his arms over your back and rubs at the skin softly, “I think I can take tomorrow off… and I’ve got two years worth of sexual frustration to make up for.”
You giggle and roll over to straddle his waist, kissing his lips, “Sounds good to me, Doc.”
“Stephen.” He corrects, placing another kiss on your own, “Think I’d rather make you scream that next go round…”
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Naughty Girl
Hey guys! I just finished writing my first story! I did get a little bit lazy at the end but that was cause i didnt know what to write lol. It may not be the best but I really tried so give me feedback on how i did thanks!
18+ content minors stay away pls 🤍
I also never named the guy in this story so you can imagine whoever you want! Please send me more requests if you like this.
Word count: 900+
Pairing: Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Male!Character of Choice
Warnings: A little bit of a daddy kink, spanking, choking, roughness, manhandling, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), coming inside, pussy slapping (lmk if i missed anything).
If any of these things above bother you please DO NOT READ!
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You rubbed your hand up and down his thigh, eventually reaching his groin. Sticking your hands down his pants and rubbing his half hard cock. He shot you a glare. “You better start behaving yourself or else” he whispered in your ear, gripping your thigh tightly and trailing his fingers up in between your legs “or else what? You gonna spank me?” You said with a condescending tone. He stuck his hand further up your dress, “no panties? What a whore” he said. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, so close you were almost kissing him “ wanna come dance with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice “you haven’t been the nicest all night. You’re lucky i haven’t taken your ass home” he said, rolling his eyes. “Fine” you said with a huff, “i’ll just go find someone else to dance with”. You kissed him on the cheek and walked away, swaying your hips in a seductive way to get his attention. You walked up to a guy you knew he would be jealous of, nice hair, clear skin, fit body, perfect smile. You wanted to push his buttons and this was the perfect dude to do it with. “Hey” you said with a seductive smile. “Wanna dance?” You said as you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him. You wanted to make the dance as sexy as possible without cheating on him. You swayed your hips and let him grab onto your hips and shoulders. Not even ten minutes went by before he came up and grabbed you away from the dance floor. “I was having so much fun” you whined. “Yeah i bet you were”. He walked you to the car and forced you inside.
The drive home was long and silent. Every time you looked over at him he was gripping the steering wheel harder and harder. When you finally made it home he slowly pulled into the garage. “Kiss me” he said, when you leaned in to do so, he suddenly grabbed your throat and slammed you against the car door. “Go upstairs and be waiting for me, i want you on your knees, naked.” He grunted in your ear. “Yes daddy” you said with no hesitation. You rushed upstairs and stripped all of your clothes off. You got on your knees and waited for what seemed to be for hours. When he finally came in, he came up to you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He looked at you intensely and walked past you into the closet. He was in there for a few minutes and came out with a belt. “Turn around and bend over” he said. You do as he says as quickly as possible. “Now, i want you to count how many i give you and if you mess up i’ll add 5 more. Okay?” He said rubbing your ass. You nod your head to show you understand, knowing that if you say another word it would piss him off more. Whack! “One” you say with a whimper. “Two!” “Three!”. You were shaking, tears were rolling down your eyes and he was only just beginning. “Please daddy please i’ll never do it again baby please”. He grabbed you hair and yanked you up to his face so he could speak to you up close. “You think your gonna get away with what you did with a little begging? How stupid do you think i am huh?” He said with a scoff. He spanked you harder than before after that. You cried and squealed and whimpered at how hard we was spanking you. Your pussy was so wet it was dripping down your legs onto the bed. He saw your cunt glistening in the low light, “Damn baby. You getting all wet from your daddy spanking you?” He asked while slapping your cunt. You nodded your head, not being able to form words. “Please, Please fuck me baby I’ll do anything for it daddy please!” You cried out not being able to take it anymore. He pushed your head down into the pillows and unbuckled his pants. “You want me to fuck you baby?, oh i’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you till your shaking and cant think about anything other than me and how big my cock feels in this tight pussy of yours.” He said as he slid his thick cock into your pussy. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped out. “I’ve never felt a pussy this fuckin tight, fuck” he grunted in your ear while thrusting into you hard. You were in a trance. You were screaming his name and your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. His cock felt too good you couldn’t bear it. Gripping onto his shoulders, you felt something in your stomach tightening. “Fuck baby i’m gonna cum!” You screamed. He gave you orgasm after orgasm and you were shaking. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping, your moans, and your wet pussy. A few more hard and fast thrusts and you were creaming on him and screaming again. You could tell your orgasm triggered his by the way his hips stuttered and he started thrusting deeper inside of you. He buried his face in your neck and grabbed onto one of you tits as he came inside you with moan of your name. He pulled out and rolled over next to you. Both of you were out of breath. After a moment of silence, he finally said “how do you expect he to stay mad at you when you make me feel so good” he said with a sigh. You giggled, he made you so happy you couldn’t imagine to be with anyone else.
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HEARTSTEEL Vocal Headcanons
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*gasp* wow look whos using capital letters LOL. am too lazy to edit the whole headcanons that i wrote in notes. anyways, hello fellow heartbeats :D heartsteel's been absolutely taking over my brain so i would like to share some headcanons i came up with hehe. these are just general headcanons of what i think their vocal dynamic in their work is, but starting from tomorrow i'll be posting a headcanon series of the band x reader so i hope you look forward to that ^-^
When I look at HEARTSTEEL, they make me think that they'd be a group like Stray Kids - equally strong in singing and rapping, making songs their own and making their own songs. They generally have liberty/self-authority over how their group works, not following trends and conventions and doing things their own way.
Kayn would have a really nice, powerful voice, though with a slight rasp? Obviously something higher than Rhaast's but not too high (sorry Cal :"))
I do know that Rhaast is supposed to be his stage persona (and I can also see the headcanon that he sold his soul to the devil to be a better performer), but I'd totally love it if Kayn would perform as himself too AND for him to sing ALONGSIDE Rhaast! To be honest, in my fanscripts, I already consider Rhaast a seperate vocalist from Kayn.
He can do things like belting and mixed voice! 
From the Youtaite/Cover community, I headcanon for Kayn to be voiced by Kuraiinu and/or Jonathan Young
Ughh beautiful strong vocals for Ezreal 😩🤌✨️ I can also see him being versatile with soft vocals and sub-rap too. 
Anyways, he's one of the main vocalists definitely. Is also very likely the visual of the group XD 
I imagine he also has the longest singing training of the group, so he knows his harmonies and can do some nice riffs for vocal adlibs. 
Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for Ezreal would be Aruvn and/or Johnny 
K'Sante!! Also a big versatile!! 
I can see soooo much potential for this man but he's so undershadowed in the group 😭💔 
Is just as vocally talented as Ezreal and can also take vocal adlibs, harmonies and softer vocals too, like tobi lou did in PARANOIA, but I would like to think his main vocals is more on the rich, deeper side, something closer to his character voice
While I did say Ezreal can do adlibs and harmonies, I'd like to think that K'Sante CARRIES them while Ez does the main vocals (if he's gonna be the main vocalist that shines in chorus, let my man K'Sante have his own way of shining too please Riot), like pleaseee I can imagine that he can harmonize so well and have very very nice riffs and adlibs 💕
Yes he can also rap so he can take sub-rap roles too
Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for K'Sante would be Tre Watson!
Ahh out of all of the featured artists, my favorite is definitely ØZI 😊 idk his voice has me twirling my hair AHAHNSJABZNSNS
So like, when you think about it, there's a difference between vocalists in the East in the West, or at least from my listening experience. In East Asia, it's either you have a higher pitched (this is pretty much always the case for females) or lower pitched vocalist, no in between (but they have scarily huge vocal ranges 💀💀), and they have a particularly light timber, whereas I find that the West has more richer, deeper toned vocalists? It's hard to describe, but it's why a vocalist like Lily from NMIXX stands out so much in terms of vocal performance for me because they sound more like the Western vocalists. 
Now, I would say that ØZI (and I would like to throw in Bang Chan as well) are like 75% leaning more towards Western.. or at least for ØZI's rapping vocals because I haven't heard his singing XD but like it's kinda like by the second listen through I kinda thought "wait, is Sett's vocalist Asian?" Like, it was *nearly* there but not quite 
ANYWAYS. YOU CAN IGNORE ALL THAT CAUSE I WAS JUST RAMBLING.
Now onto ACTUAL Sett vocal headcanons!
Yeah definitely gonna be a main rapper alongside Kayn, but I like to think he has a strong and stable singing voice too! I do think that ØZI did some of the adlibs in PARANOIA too? Not 100% sure.
Hmm but yeah, while Sett would be mainly be a rapper, he's definitely got some solid vocal skills! 
For adlibs, he mainly does the chanting type ones since the other two main vocalists already got the melodic ones covered
Youtaite/Cover voice headcanon for Sett would be Will Stetson
Rapper: Kayn - Sett - K'Sante - Ezreal :Vocalist
Also vocal range/types!
Ezreal - Tenor to baritone
Sett - Tenor to baritone
Kayn - Tenor to baritone
K'Sante - Baritone to bass
Rhaast - Baritone to bass
Bonus: Yone - Baritone to bass and Aphelios used to be a tenor to baritone
On another note, my voice headcanons were all mainly based on the Master Andross cover vocalists, so if there's any other suggestions you got do feel free to add XD
and speaking of those covers let me shamelessly plug my audio edits I made for "HEARTSTEEL Covers" AHABDMNDMS
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RANDOM TEXTS — PART 1 / PART 2
— details ; brothers x gn! reader ; head-cannon based ; 〘🐙〙 ; obey me m.list ; they/them/you/yours
— summary ; domestic texts between you and the brothers
— requests are open as of 17/8
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LUCIFER
“ good afternoon mc , are you home ? “
“ yeah i am , why ? “
“ a package was just delivered to the front porch , do me a favour and check it for me would you ? “
“ ofc ofc , give me a sec. “
“ are these flowers ? “
“ do you like them ? “
“ THANK YOU , OMG THEY’RE SO PRETTY 🥴“
“ i would love to go back to 2 seconds ago where we were relishing in the moment without the mention of fathers name. “
“ 🏃‍♀️“
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MAMMON
“ oi ! i’m stuck out in the rain tell lucifer i’ll be late for dinner. “
“ pftt .. imagine. “
“ don’t laugh at me ! i wore an expensive jacket out today too … now its ruined. “
“ wru rn ? “
“ outside some randos shops shelter. “
“ jeez everyones wet and soaked as fuck , smells like shit. “
“ LMAOAAOO HELP 🚶‍♀️ but anyways i’ll come pick you up if you want. “
“ wait what ? you’re gonna walk here in this type of heavy rain ? “
“ umbrellas exist dumbass. “
“ YEAH BUT STILL , i wouldn’t wanna trouble you it’s just a bit of rain. “
“ nothing the great mammon can’t handle ! 😈 “
“ yeah yeah … i’ll wait for you in your room , movie night remember ? “
“ WELL NOW THAT YOU’RE WAITING FOR ME THE GREAT MAMMON WON’T LET YOU MISS ME FOR LONG ! “
“ IM RUNNING BACK NOW , DONT YOU DARE STEP OUT IN THE RAIN. “
“ jackass 😒 “
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LEVITHAN
“ MC ! COME TO MY ROOM RN ASAP 💯 “
“ for what ? i’m lazy to leave my bed. “
“ WELL “
“ GUESS WHAT 🤭 “
“ I GOT EARLY ACCESS TO THAT ANIME YOU LIKE FROM THE HUMAN WORLD “
“ EX FUCKING CUSE ME ? HOW ? HUH ? 😀 “
“ SAY SIKE RN 🤨 “
“ IM NOT JOKING MC GET HERE RN , OFFER LASTS FOR THE NEXT 5 MINUTES “
“ ILL BE COUNTING “
“ LEVI I FUCKING LOVE YOU RN IM OMW “
“ YOU WHAT ? “
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SATAN
“ pick me’s are more infuriating than popular wannabes. “
“ i rest my case. “
“ they’re equally as annoying , both types can’t keep their mouths shut. “
“ disagree. pick me’s act upon it changing their tone of voice and putting others down for their own gain. “
“ that’s a lowball. “
“ okay yeah valid point but then again you could argue that the wannabes have a chance of dropping their now friends for the more well-known group. “
“ meet me at the library in 5 , i’ll make some tea for both of us while we discuss this. “
“ are we really debating over high school drama … “
“ yes , it’s important. “
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ASMODEUS
“ mccc !! “
“ mc ! “
“ sweetieee “
“ answer me love 😾😾😾 “
“ sorry sorry , mammon was speaking to me. “
“ you know , you should stop hanging out with him and instead with me ! 🤗 “
“ but moving on ! i found this adorable pair of boots that would look absolutely gorgeous on you. “
“ ugh ! imagining you in those already makes my heart flutter you’d look so adorable 💕 “
“ mc ! i’ll swing by the house and pick you up get ready in 15 minutes hon , we’re going on a shopping spree. “
“ HEOBDDK SEND ME THE ADDY BABES ‼️ “
“ ILL WALK OVER “
“ NO NO DONT YOU DARE ! “
“ i’ll come pick you up sweetie there’s no way i’m letting you walk here all by yourself ! “
“ what if someone steals you away from me while im not there ? 😾 “
“ alright alright YOU BETTER BE HERE SOON “
“ also you’re spending too much time with satan , the amount of times you’ve used that angry cat emoji is concerning … “
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BEELZEBUB
“ BEEL WRU ? “
“ THIS IS AN EMERGENCY ‼️ “
“ mc ! are you alright ? do you need help ? are you hurt ? “
“ NO NO NONE OF THAT “
“ i’m just extremely tired today and i don’t feel like walking down the long hallway for dinner … “
“ could you come to my room and give me a piggy back ride ? 😁 “
“ oh “
“ thank goodness you’re not hurt. ☺️ “
“ but sure :D i’m omw to your room , hang tight mc. “
“ ilysm 🫶 “
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BELPHEGOR
“ wru ? “
“ my room , why ? “
“ come to the planetarium “
“ the stars are really pretty tonight “
“ they remind me of the celestial realm , where we couldn’t admire our own stars … “
“ but here , i’m able to do one of my favourite activities with everyone , with you. “
“ i told you i forgave you belphie. “
“ please don’t beat yourself up on it anymore. “
“ how did you know ? “
“ you never have enough energy to type this many words 🥱 “
“ also open the door , i think you accidentally locked it. “
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Not that anybody really cares, but these are my personal takes on the first 2 PJOTV episodes.
1. Grovers character so far is getting too much hate! I, personally, think that the additions of Grover aren't that bad of a change for him. The scene in the office genuinely show how he is willing to risk his friendship just to save Percy. Also, be mad at Chiron for that, not Grover. Chiron made him do it.
2. Mr. D is adapted so well in this, and you cannot convince me otherwise.
3. Gabe is actually NOT written too nice. As someone who has dealt with manipulation/emotional abuse he is almost exact to the people who are like this (atleast in my personal experience.) Like, I'm no pro, but it's pretty spot on.
4. I don't really like Lukes character development... you're supposed to like him before the big betrayal and his character just feels super stiff.
5. THE BLACK SCREENS FOR TRANSITIONS ARE SO ANNOYING AND A TERRIBLE CHOICE. It doesn't really take away from the episodes, and I still enjoyed them either way, but it was still a really lazy and weird way to show a time skip.
6. Episode 1 had really weird pacing and went super fast. I can't really explain it, but it just felt rushed.
7. The fight with Ms. Dodds was super disappointing :( although Percy being unconscious on the floor while everybody is standing there was really funny.
8. The mythomagic for training is actually a really cool detail and I'm super excited to see how that helps him and Nico bond in the future! However, it's gonna make Nico running away hurt even more😭
9. Clarisse is amazing. The restroom scene felt a little disney channel, but she is so cool and well executed I love her anyway. Also, THE CAMO PANTS!! I am so happy that made an appearance.
10. Walkers sass for Percy is literally the best, he is literally him. Same thing for Leah for Annabeth. The small detail with her fixing Percy's strap was hilarious. Her blunt "tell it how it is" attitude is honestly such a good personality trait for her, and I think will mean a lot in the further episodes.
Overall rating?
Episode 1: 7/10
It was a great start to the series! The editing is certainly... a choice. Felt kinda rushed, but I really loved some of the changed made. Kind of mad that the outro song isn't Riptide (PJO version.) Still got me hooked!!
Episode 2: 8.5/10
They shouldve knelt when he was claimed. Pacing was better, but the weird transition point was still there. Lukes development is super boring, and I genuinely considered skipping his scenes. They should've shown the Council of the Cloven more, but I don't really care about that, it was just a missed opportunity. Loving Annabeths character, even if she wasn't there a whole lot! Chiron is making me mad, though. I LOVE DIONYSUS.
I'm super excited to see what they do with the characters. I'm trying to be super patient with the characters development, since its only the first 2 episodes, but I'm super worried that 6 more episodes won't be enough to properly execute everything necessary for the book. This is especially because most of the book is spent explaining things and is mainly world building. Everybody is almost exactly how I imagined, with maybe a few minor details, but nothing I even mind.
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What Class 1-A smells like
A/N- It's here y'all
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ☆coming soon☆
YUGA AOYAMA
Smells, for lack of a better term, feminine
There's of course the smallest trace of cheese but we don't talk about that
We do not tolerate Aoyama Yuga slander in this household 😤
But he smells like really expensive feminine perfume
There's like floral scents along with this hint of almost sweetness?
MINA ASHIDO
Girl is spicy
Not too much
It's residual acid that adds the spiciness
But other than that
She smells like candy
You know the smell of strawberry taffy?
She smells like that
ASUI TSUYU
Ever been out by a lake at night with the crisp, cool air and you can't help but breathe in deeply?
That
She smells like nature
She reminds you of lazy days, sitting with your legs in the lake
TENYA IIDA
I'm not gonna lie to y'all
He smells like smoke and sweat
His engines are part of his body, naturally he's gonna smell like an engine
And that reciprocal burst?
That works up a SWEAT
He's very hygienic though
He showers often because he can't tarnish the Iida name by smelling bad
So you can always smell the exhaust but more often than not, you smell his soap too
He uses that dawn bar soap though
OCHAKO URARAKA
She smells like how bubbles make you feel
Just the simple euphoria that popping bubbles brings
She smells like that
That's just how she smells, I don't make the rules
MASHIRAO OJIRO
Mans smells like the "clean laundry" scent of deodorant
You can also smell hair gel
Cause you can tell his hair is PACKED DOWN
That shit is going NOWHERE
Wouldn't doubt if you told me his hair is just full of glue
I haven't seen a single strand out of place this whole damn series
DENKI KAMINARI
He smells... burnt?
Okay, probably not, but have you ever been electrocuted?
He smells like how that feels
If y'all haven't been electrocuted... I can't help you
If you have a taser you can like use it on yourself? For like 0.1 second and you'll get it
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
I love this man but you cannot deny that he uses axe body spray
Fortunately he doesn't use a shit load
He uses just as much as he needs and that's it
Thank fuck, am I right?
Once he was like "I should ask Todoroki to make a flame thrower!"
And Todoroki was like "No"
Shut him down immediately
KOJI KOUDA
VERY STRONGLY OF PINE WOOD
THERE I SAID IT 😤
He trains his quirk by being outside and talking to animals, of course he's gonna smell like he's outside
RIKIDO SATO
He smells sweet, like sugar
His quirk relies on baking and sugar, he's gotta smell at least a little like sugar
But it probably makes him smell like freshly baked pastries and such
MEZO SHOJI
I like to imagine he smells like sage and cinnamon
He just gives off sage and cinnamon vibes
I dunno what to tell you
Look at that man and tell me he doesn't smell like that
Try and tell me he doesn't smell earthy
Try and say he doesn't smell warm
KYOKA JIRO
Ever met that alt girl in your high-school class?
Everyone is scared of her but then she's the sweetest girl you've ever met?
You know the one
They all smell the same
I'm only saying this because every "alt baddie" I've ever met...
They know I'm neurodivergent
They know that I find comfort with aromatherapy
THEY ALL SMELL THE SAME BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT
HANTA SERO
I heavily subscribe to the latino Sero theory
He smells like traditional Spanish cooking
You can smell the saffron and paprika
Occasionally you get a whiff of cumin
He smells good, that's all I'm gonna say
FUNIKAGE TOKOYAMI
If I hear anyone say he doesn't smell like charcoal I'm gonna lose it
He gives off STRONG charcoal and mint vibes
I can't explain it, I just feel it in my soul
He smells like charcoal and mint and I stand by that
SHOTO TODOROKI
He also gives mint vibes
Maybe like mint and cinnamon?
Either way, it's a sharp scent
Who knows, maybe he uses mint body wash and cinnamon toothpaste
But either way he has a very sharp smell about him
TORU HAGAKURE
She smells like... nothing
I feel like she'd have to
Like, her quirk relies entirely on her being undetectable
If she smells strongly of something, people are bound to notice
Not very helpful if she's trying to sneak around
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
I'm about to say something basic
And I'm also about to get way too scientific
So he sweats the equivalent of nitroglycerin right?
Well, a fun fact about nitroglycerin...
It smells somewhere between caramel and burnt sugar
He smells like CARAMEL
BREAKING NEWS: BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI SMELLS LIKE CARAMEL
Supposedly it also tastes like caramel
You're welcome Bakugou nation
IZUKU MIDORIYA
Let's be real, this man probably smells like baby powder
Baby powder or gym chalk
Probably a touch of something else that you would find in deodorant
Probably like the "fresh breeze" one or something
If there was like an All Might merch deodorant, he'd do that
He's such a fan boy hsjdjhdhd
MINORU MINETA
I don't wanna spend too much time on this
He smells like grapes
He also probably ordered that cologne that was like "it has pheromones in it!"
And then it didn't work for him
That's it
MOMO YAOYOROZU
She's got that brand name shit
But she probably smells like tea leaves
Like, she's lowkey a tea enthusiast
Remember when she made tea for the entirety of class 1A?
It's hard for me to imagine that was a one time thing
She has expensive perfume and smells subtly of tea
A queen
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burningrubber · 2 years
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How Domestic | LN4
pairing: lando norris x reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: some things might be suggestive but idk maybe not, might just be my brain. Very fluffy tho
authors/n: got into writing this random prompt/ short imagine while i was waiting for the ausgp (#59, #60), was gonna post it earlier but then saved it to my drafts instead i am stupid. also i am working on all the requests i've got slowly, so sorry for any delays! I have seen em all. all the love ♡
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Waking up to the space next to you in bed being filled is satisfactory, but getting woken up with kisses just tops all the lists. They were gentle and travelled from your forehead, down your nose and across your cheekbones, to wherever else he could reach without moving you about too much. The two of you were a tangled mess of lymbs, laying on your sides chest to chest, under the duvet.
"Morning babe," Lando whispered, giving your nose a last kiss before shifting away to get a better view of your face, your eyes half open and admiring his features in the sun that managed to seep through the curtains. Your hands travelled up from his chest to his cheeks, palms cradling his face as you pulled him down towards your lips. A lingering peck left on your lips before you snuggled back under his chin.
"What are you awake already, my love?" your voice was doused with sleepiness. The two of you had stayed up the previous night, indulging in your peaceful time together with cuddles, talks, and sharing tiktoks. It wasn't often in the year that you could be so stress free and away from work, so this time was appreciated like no other. The kisses always being longer and sweeter between you as you didn't have to rush about.
"Because I want to savour any moment that I have with you alone," your heart turned into a puddle at his words, his arms pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. You laid like that for a few seconds before shuffling away, looking up at him with a lazy smile as his pretty blue eyes met yours. The look of pure adoration from him made your mind swim and the butterflies return, you would never be able to get used to this look of love despite already seeing it for a year.
The two of you met during your late teens, while you worked for your dad at the racing track, Lando would frequently visit the place. Setting up random meet ups with the children that drove there, bringing them new equipment and helping them improve their karts, even driving against them in some competitions that they would make up amongst themselves.
During the quieter moments, you would walk the track with him and fix the safety barriers on the sides. The two of you even did friendly races against the other after closing. Unfortunately, when he got into formula one he started to come a little bit less, being pulled every which way to fulfil his responsibilities. Which you completely understood. Before leaving for the first season though, he had asked for your number to keep in touch when he was travelling, under the pretext that you would keep him updated on the kids. Your conversations rarely touched that subject though.
After his first year with McLaren, he had funded for you and your dad to come to one of the GPs, full ride there with flights and accommodations, not forgetting about the VIP passes for you. Your dad was on cloud nine for that whole weekend, his passion flowing out of him as he talked with the engineers and strategists. His love for the sport was overwhelming, the memories being forever printed out and put up around the house.
The only thing that he had asked for in return was for you to stop saying thank you every two steps and go on a date with him after the Sunday race, if you were up for it. You had accepted the invite without hesitation.
Ever since that weekend, he would fly you out if your schedule allowed. Having you meet everyone and anyone he could think of, and left you either in the garage with a pair of headphones or in the motor home with one of the other drivers girlfriends when he was out on track. Some of which you bonded with immediately upon meeting. Lando would also sometimes fly back with you to spend time together in England for the few hours he could before going back to Surrey.
You even managed to convince Daniel Ricciardo to travel back with you once or twice, visiting your dad's racing track as a trio. The McLaren drivers held events there when they did come together, raising money for the children that were starting up their racing dreams there.
The day after one of those big events, Lando took you to one of the small restaurants that he had passed on his way to where you lived. It held about twenty tables, and was full of greenery that was intertwined with fairy lights hanging from anywhere they could be. The soft music of the background tying it all together. That night, he had asked you to officially be his girlfriend, you decided to play about a little and say a few no or maybes, but when you looked at you with those dejected eyes you almost started crying and frantically told him you were joking, saying that you would love nothing more than to be with him.
The rumours were already floating around about you two with the amount of races you had gone too, so you didn't decide to do a big official announcement. Only to maybe start being a bit more touchy or flirty with each other in the paddock for people to figure it out themselves. Always featuring the other on socials whenever you got the chance, teasing the public non-stop about it all.
"What're you thinking about?" he had questioned you as you had been looking at him with the most soft look for a few minutes now. Your limbs wrapping around him koala style when he had sat up and pulled you with him. Your fingers getting lost in his messy curls as you scratched his scalp, knowing that he loved the feeling.
"About you, and how we met," you placed your forehead against him as he gave your hips a gentle squeeze at the answer, humming in satisfaction. Goosebumps had started to form down your arms at the chilly air in the bedroom, the sheets falling from around your shoulders when you sat up. Lando quickly grabbed one of his tops from next to the bed, making sure that the two of you didn't fall in the process. He pulled it over your head, as you put your arms through the holes, pulling him into a quick kiss as a thank you.
"Let's make breakfast together," he said when you detached yourself from his body, getting out of bed to get the day started properly. Both of you weren't the best in the kitchen, always managing to make the place a mess or burning something, but it was still something the two of you enjoyed when doing it together. It also ended up being chaotic and many pictures and videos were saved on your phones to prove that, laughter and chatter filling the space in between as you cooked.
"Pancakes?" you questioned, nodding over to him as you made your way into the kitchen area. He had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head propped up on your shoulder.
"Pancakes," he confirmed as you started rummaging around the cabinets, grabbing all the ingredients needed to complete the task, Lando helping you out from time to time if something was a bit too high up.
As you were getting the batter ready, he took care of taking out the pan along with the toppings. Nutella and strawberries. He had also hooked up his phone to the speakers and started playing one of your many playlists, you had created about five at this point, all with different vibes and songs to represent different aspects of your relationships or when you would play them. Each song reminding you of the other or some sort of situation related to the two of you. It was the best for those days apart.
While he was busy singing, you took some of the flour between your fingers, sprinkling it on top of the head before having your finger travel the length of his cheek. Leaving a white powder trail behind it. You were chuckling away as Lando closed his eyes, sighing and knowing full well what you did. So, when he opened his eyes, you only saw the sparkle of mischief in them and started backing away from the boy.
"Let's not get this place any more messy, love," you pointed out towards the counter, sugar and flour decorating the top and paired up with a few cracked egg shells. He was still slowly following your footsteps, and backed you into the corner of the counget. A pleading smile was on your face but before you could argue with him, his hands were pressed on your cheeks. The flour a buffer between your skin and his calloused hands that you loved to hold. He pressed your cheeks a bit more, squishing them and giving your lips a kiss, before stepping away. Leaving behind flour handprints on your face.
"You knew what you started with the first move, babe," he shrugged and threw a quick wink your way, clapping his hands to get the remaining ingredient off his hands. A white cloud forming between you, causing you to sneeze.
When you wiped away most of the powder, he took your hands in his. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder as he snaked his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held out your free hands to the side and started to sway to the music that was currently playing. This was the only dance he knew and was required to learn if needed for any McLaren event. You got lost in each other's eyes, smiling wide as you soaked up every second.
Coming to a stop, you balance yourself by holding onto his shoulders and giving his nose an eskimo kiss. Those were one of his favourite gestures that he had picked up from you. He gave you one more spin before hugging you from behind once more, waddling the two of you over to the stove to start cooking up the pancakes. After the first few were ready, you passed over the plate to Lando for him to take care of topping them up.
Once you fried up the rest of them and put them to the side, Lando grabbed hold of your hips and placed you up on top of one of the clean counters. This was how most of your breakfasts went, you on the counter, him between your legs, while you shared the food you prepared off of one plate that was held up by him. You fed each other pieces while talking about whatever came up in your head, but near the end when you were finishing up the strawberries Lando became silent. His eyes trained on you with the smallest of smiles and when you put the plate over to the side, he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you whispered, arms snaking around his shoulders, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. A blush was spreading across your cheeks as he didn't reply, his blue orbs travelling from one of your eyes to the other and then back. His smile not once falling but only getting wider.
"I'm going to marry you one day," his statement came out with a sense of finality, not giving you a chance to argue with the fact he presented. Your eyes widened as your mouth fell agape, completely being thrown off guard by what he had said. You never really talked about too far into the future, keeping it to living in the moments and going with whatever felt best for the two of you. Never pressuring the other into something you didn't want to, and always listening to what was being said. Respecting all the boundaries.
You couldn't lie though, you had thought about marrying Lando from time to time. It happened when those kinds of conversations cropped up during talks with your friends or dad. Sometimes it happened if you came across one of those wedding shows that would play on TV from time to time. Thinking about the type of venues that would suit you both the most and what type of suit he would look best in.
"Lando Norris, you can't make those types of promises without me melting right here," your smile sparkled as he wrapped your legs around his hips and spun you around. A laugh escaped your mouth as you hugged him closer and when he stopped you kissed him. It was always so perfect, your lips finding the right rhythm to represent the moment and all the love you felt towards each other.
🏁🏁🏁🏁
Thank you for reading ♡
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ladygoth · 5 days
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The first thing that comes to when thinking about my icks in Ghost/Cod fanfics is usually the innocent and crybaby persona given to the oc/reader. Like, these are grown ass military men who I highly doubt would take advantage of someone they'd consider "innocent" and no one their age I would imagine would want to date someone highly sensitive and avoid them without any communication. Don't even get me started on the pedophilic undertones in those writings too...
At this point, I think some people are also just scared of aging the fem oc/reader and making them mature just because "aging" in beauty standards is looked down upon. They need to stop feeding in to that standard. Aging and maturing is normal and should be looked more as positive than negative. These men would date someone more close in age, that's all I'm saying.
Another thing that comes to mind is just certain wording in the fics. I usually push through and just read but once it becomes too much by putting words like "cunny," "pillowy walls," "sweet nectar," "member," etc. then I am OUT OF THERE. It's worse when they make the characters say the most cheesiest or cringe worthy lines, like no one just says these things in person unless their socially distanced from society and/or addicted to reddit.
This will be too long so I'm just gonna end it off by saying that the misunderstanding trope is overated. Please people be more creative. It's just as bad as the whole "it was all just a dream" trope. It's extremely lazy and I feel we can do better than that.
All love, be sure to rest well and drink lots of water! Have a good day! :)
OH YOU CAME HERE WITH FIRE...
cod fanfics has a lot of underlying pee door philly a! i have something "nice" to say to them but i'll get mass reported. and with the sensitive oc this is what i mean a lot of people are afraid of making "mary sues" thus they make them into incompetent cry babies, most of them think them having a reader that is mature and knows their shit is too perfect lol.
and i agree with what you say. and sometimes i use member because i dont want to use the same word over and over again, when it comes to writing those smut i turn into azealia banks thesaurus
the misunderstanding trope is funnily over-rated, i can understand some misunderstandings but sometimes it gets onto a modern family level when it just happens all the time. and thank you, i hope you have a good day and drink lots of water as well :)
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Girl! First of I just began reading your webcomic you introduced today and I'm already in part 2 chp 3. It's such a comical fantasy comic my heart craves. Also Idk if you figured this out (just gonna put it out there) but you're missing a good opportunity with High Seas phaugie au. I mean you just created a ship with two giants in it. That's rare or not enough of that. just imagine how exciting it is to just cuddle alone in the bottom of the sea making huge waves. The comfort Phantom must have gotten to finally be around someone who he wouldn't kill by accident. Imagine Phantom motivating Augie to stop thinking about his family who abandoned him and just live the life he created. He may not be a god but he does know what it's like to be ostracized and still having the confidence to keep swimming. Imagine if Phantom does turn back into his normal form. Or imagine if this all happened before their relationship began to decimate. (er that last part kinda hurts to think about)
Thank you so much!! Victor and I appreciate it. A few people have been picking up The Fourth lately and it delights me, even if I am a little self conscious about the main story being on hiatus right now. I'm glad people can still enjoy what's there, even with my goofy and off-model old art, lol.
Yeah, it COULD be really sweet, I know! I guess I just can't take Phaugie ultra seriously because... Well, opposites attract to some degree, but they are just SO opposite; the lazy slob with a heart of gold, vs. the energetic, scheming fancy-lad who will have an uphill battle overcoming his own narcissism. That said, the heart wants what it wants, so who knows! (And in the High Seas AU, Phantom's life situation is a lot different and he's not able to fully indulge his fanciness anyway; he's a bit more of a gross monster as it is.) There's a lot of potential there, like you said, and I want Phantom to musically roast Augie's parents and maybe even Perfectus to their faces, for not being as great as they say they are!
At the very least I could see them having a relationship and breaking it off peacefully, Phantom having learned his lesson with Bea and not wanting to hurt Augie. Or they remain close friends (...with benefits?) even if the romance isn't there.
I want Augie to be happy, AU or no. We all want that, right?? He doesn't necessarily seem to type who needs or craves a romantic relationship (...and he may or may not already be married to his crab??) which is why I like the idea of him having/adopting a kid as well. Because he would be so much of a better parent than his own were to him; even if he's a mess, he's a loving mess.
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lady-maracas · 2 years
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Hot boy
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Pairing: Brian May x Reader
Word count: 0.8k
Warnings: Very short, might do part two, if you’d like. I was too lazy to find a name for the friend so Y/Bsf/N means your best friend’s name:)
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Another endless day at work. I had to keep my job to pay for everything a boring adult needs to pay. Rent, car, groceries, you name it.
I hate my job but at least my coworkers are amazing. I can share everything with them. It feels like we're a little family. Me and my best friend, Y/Bsf/N always work at the same time. Today is not different, we got there early in the morning and had to watch every unfortunate soul who had nothing better to do than go record shopping.
That's right, I worked in a record store.
"That bloke just bought an Elvis record, how boring," I heard Y/Bsf/N say, 'always judging a book by its cover'.
We had nothing better to do, so we judged people based on what they were listening.
"Leave the poor man be, will you? Not everyone has the same taste, you know?" I told her, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, well not everyone should bother sharing their taste. Ugh" I honestly got used to her complaining, she is the sweetest when you get to know her. But she might seem like a bitch at first.
And with that, I went on with my day. Unpacking new records we received earlier this week, and eventually placing them in alphabetical order.
"Pstt"
I got pulled out of my thoughts, and my (oh, so) important work. Only to look back and see my best friend beckoning me over.
"What's up?"
"Hot boy's here,"
"Who?"
"Hot boy," she looked over my shoulder like a stalker. She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I could see the same thing as her.
And then I saw him. 'Oh he is beauty' I thought. He was tall, over 6 foot tall at least. He was skinny it was a wonder the wind didn't knock him over when he got here. His hair, beautiful, curly hair that shaped his face perfectly. His face, he looked like an angel.
"Oh" that's all I could say, I mean I was breath-taken by the stranger.
"Mhm, I know right.?" She said with a satisfied smile.
"It's not the first time you've seen him?"
"No he came here a couple times last week. No one knows his name so we just called him Hot Boy because...well for obvious reasons-."
"Mhm"
"And he's just so...mysterious but in the good way, you know?"
"Yeah" 'should I go talk to him?' God no you dumbass you're just gonna make a fool outta yourself.
I was left alone with my thoughts, we had to be subtle, right? It's not like we've been staring at him for the past 10 minutes.
I tried my best to act as normal as possible while he was here, going through the records on display. 'Is he even real?'.
Little did I know that while I was clearly overthinking, he was making his way towards me. Okay, what do I do? Try to stay calm don't be a fool. Y/Bsf/N is watching the whole scene with way too much amusement.
"Hey" oh even his voice is attractive.
"Hi," I try my not to blush. What is wrong with me? "Your total is 23£, will that be all?"
"Yes,...actually no."
"Hm?"
"I'd like your phone number with that." He said with a sheepish smile.
I heard my best friend gasp and looking at me, amazed.
And me, well I was staring at him like a deer in headlights. Am I dreaming?
"I- I mean, yeah sure," I took a small piece of paper and wrote my number on it and gave it to him.
He took it with no hesitation and kept looking at me. Was he blushing?
"When do you get off work?"
"At 6pm"
"Great, I'll pick you up then, we're going out" he's nothing like I imagined him to be, he's way more straight forward but still so polite about it.
"Sure, I'll see you then"
"I'm Brian by the way," and a beautiful name,
"I'm Y/N"
"Great Y/N, I'll see you later"
"See you later" I added without really knowing where all that courage came from. I would never even dare to accept a date with a stranger let alone share my number with them. But he, he was different.
Slowly, my dear best friend made her way to my side, looking at him leaving before he turned around one last time and winked at me.
"Score" I heard her say.
"Yeah,"
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