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foreveralbon · 4 months

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“my model, my inspiration, my muse, my everything” - ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader

in which lando becomes a stranger’s muse and more

word count: 3.5k

content warnings: swearing, i am not an art girlie so very limited (and crappy) descriptions of artworks enjoy!! <3

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lando doesn’t want to be there. sure, he’s never going to turn down an invitation to go to the club with oscar and the rest of the team, but is he always going to want to be there? not really.

because between what felt like a shit sprint, an even shittier race and the shittiest weekend he’s ever had with the car in qatar, he’d rather be at home, wallowing in his own self pity, half asleep while watching friends reruns. but things don’t always go his way, so being dragged out of the hotel by oscar and the others to a club he doesn’t want to be at against his will seems quite on brand for lando norris.

he’s decided to make the shadows his hiding spot, sitting at the corner of the bar where he can drown himself in enough shots and self-pity that it could rival charles’ mood after a dnf with ferrari. he makes it through five shots, seven songs, and manages one pathetic rundown of the race in his head before two bodies slide up to the bar beside him. he’s known max too long to not be able to tell when his best friend is to the left beside him, so he instantly assumes pietra’s to his right.

“p,” he says, not turning to look at the girl. “do you reckon we can-”

there’s a small pause before an uncertain, “me?” is said in his direction. the unfamiliar voice has him raising his head to see a girl who is definitely not max’s girlfriend staring back at him. it takes him an extra second to register that it’s a very pretty girl staring back at him.

it probably must be the alcohol giving him a boost of unexpected confidence because it takes just the smallest of glances at her before he’s blurting out, “can i buy you a drink?”

he can hear max sputter behind him because where the hell did that come from, lando? yeah, definitely the alcohol.

but her eyes can barely hide her amusement and she can barely contain her giggles, a bubbly laugh that’s music to lando’s ears. “i’m sorry, but i don’t even know your name.”

with his cheeks tinged pink, the man holds his hand out. “i’m lando.”

her grip is strong in his, the rings on her fingers cool against his warm skin. “y/n. you don’t look like you’re having too much fun, lando.” she jerks her head toward the exit, turning back to him with a smirk that has lando’s insides melting. “how do you feel about ditching?”

her hand never leaves lando’s as he tells max he’ll call him when he gets the chance and then she’s leading him out the bar and onto the main street. he finds himself questioning whether he should trust some random girl he just met to take him around in a foreign country but the voice of reason in his head shuts up when she looks up at him with a smile that instantly has his knees weak and his dimples on full display.

maybe this weekend might not end so bad after all.

—

they converse over sodas and shawarma because nothing else is really open at that time of night in qatar, and with every passing minute of their “date”, lando finds himself more intrigued by her than he ever thought could be possible.

maybe it’s the way her hair falls over her shoulder when she leans forward to listen to him and give him her utmost attention. or it could be the way her eyes soften whenever she makes him laugh. maybe it’s the way her lips curve up into the most beautifully cheeky smile whenever he says something so out of pocket that it makes her head drop down as her shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“so, what do you do?”

her question comes as a surprise to lando. not that he expected her to really know, but qatar is a small country and he wouldn’t think much would happen at the same time as the doha grand peix.

“i’m a formula one driver,” he says.

“that is so cool,” she gasps. “i wish i could have a cool job like that. i’m an artist, and i guess there’s not much to say about that. i’m in a bit of a slump though, that’s why i came to qatar, for inspiration.”

“and have you found any? inspiration, i mean.”

“not yet. but if you want, maybe you can be my muse.”

he just laughs and moves the conversation along, but his mind doesn’t stop racing, keeps screaming, yeah, maybe i can.

—

lando decides it quickly: he’s had y/n for two weeks and he would go to the ends of the world and back for her.

after their late night date in qatar, they exchanged numbers after finding out they both live in london, under the promise they would see each other again when they were both back home.

since then, they’d spent hours messaging each other. lando talks about his driver friends, his childhood in karting and his favourite places to visit. she talks about her art, university and her favourite foods to eat. she makes him promise her that he’ll take her all around the world, and he makes her promise him that she’ll never make him eat any foods with fish.

he tells himself it’s not normal to feel like this, to tone it down a little bit. when, really, all he wants to do is just giggle and swing his legs like a little schoolgirl with a crush.

“guys, i’m in love,” he announces two weeks later, falling onto the couch of oscar’s driver room in the austin gp.

“are you now?” oscar muses, pushing lando’s legs from off the couch so he can sit down beside him. lando throws him a snarky look but continues talking when he realises the aussie’s on his phone and paying him no attention.

“no, seriously. her name’s y/n, she’s from england too. she’s funny, kind, smart, talented, artistic. she’s a painter and all that.”

“a painter?” oscar looks up. “where’d you go that you met an artist?”

lando quickly fills oscar in on the last two weeks, from leaving the celebrations early to their nightly conversations. he even mentions her creative slump, how he’s trying to help find ways to inspire her.

he doesn’t register the look of affection oscar’s giving him, but when he does, he stutters to a stop. “oi, why are you giving me that look?”

“i’m glad you’ve found someone, mate.” he stands up and heads toward the door before stopping slightly. “just don’t fuck it up, yeah?”

the door swings shut behind oscar and lando slumps back onto the couch, a smitten look on his face. “me too, mate. me too.”

and when his phone lights up with a photo of her smiling face taken the night they met, he’s never felt more lovestruck.

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lando asks her to be his girlfriend over the phone in oscar’s driver room in texas. he could’ve sworn his heart doubled in size hearing her laugh out the sweetest chorus of “yes” he’d ever heard in his life.

he spends the next four weeks leading to the winter break on the phone with his girlfriend - his girlfriend! - and his first day off on a plane to see her. she greets him at the airport, practically jumping into his arms when she sees him.

from the moment he gets her in his arms, he knows he’s never going to let her go. and he quite literally doesn’t the first few days. his hand is glued to her thigh in the car, his arms wrapped around her shoulders or waist whenever he can get behind her, or he’s got a hand in her pocket as they walk around. it’s only until she has to go to art studio that she manages to peel him off her.

“listen, lan, baby,” she says between the kisses he presses onto her lips, “i need to go now, but i’ll be back to pick you up later.”

“but i don’t want you to go,” he whines. she presses her palm to his cheek lovingly before walking out the front door of his london home and leaving him alone.

but true to her word, she’s back a couple hours later, urging him into the car, and when he asks where she’s taking him, she simply says somewhere.

it doesn’t take long for them to pull up in front of a small building, and he doesn’t question it when she tells him to close his eyes before she takes his hand and leads him inside.

“promise me you’re not looking, lan.” her own hands now cover his eyes as she guides him through the building.

“promise, love,” he says.

it’s not until he feels her hands moving away and the creak of a door swinging open that he opens his eyes and is meant with a paint-splattered room full of used and empty canvases. but then she turns his attention to a certain corner of the room, a display of canvases stood on easels staring back at him - it takes a moment for him to notice that it’s his face staring back at him. multiple portraits of close up shots, to him on the podium, to even a formula one car going around a corner of the track.

“i have an art exhibition coming up and i didn’t know what to do, but when i saw you, i just knew i had to paint you,” she explains, following him closer to the paintings. she lets him brush his fingers across the fabric, watches him trail every detail along the curve of his painted faces, the glint of his p2 trophy from his podium in brazil, the shape of the car - max’s, he realises. he tears his gaze away just as she continues talking.

“i know it’s not a lot, and it might seem a bit creepy because i did go through pinterest for a bunch of good photos of you, and i took screenshots of you whenever skysports showed you on screen. but you’re just so pretty, and i really, really wanted to paint you and-” she registers the look he’s giving her, arms crossed, head tilted to the side as his face stretches into a smile so big his eyes squint. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“you think i’m pretty?”

she scoffs and pushes him back, a laugh bubbling out of lando’s mouth as he grabs her wrist and hold her to him. she loops her arms around his neck before saying, “you know, i almost forgot why i loved this.” she pauses, and he gives a look, prodding her on. “but you’ve reminded me why. it’s like being with you makes the world seem different. brighter. better. happier.”

lando wishes he had his camera, wishes he could be a painter like her just so he could capture the pure joy in her eyes and keep it forever, because even if her face in that moment was the last thing he saw, lando’s sure he would die a happy man.

he doesn’t know what to say, so he just kisses her instead, letting her know all he was trying to say with that one sweet motion. and when he rests his forehead on hers, he grins cheekily and says, “looks like i became your muse after all, huh?”

—

the gallery is bustling with noise as he pushes past the double doors into y/n’s art exhibition four months later. four months of late nights and long days, multiple stress breaks and even more mental breakdowns. though most of the work took place during the winter break, lando wouldn’t have traded it for the world, because no matter how he spent it, there was nothing better than being by his girl’s side.

oscar stands to his right, a woah of appreciation escaping his lips as they take in the gallery.

paintings in shades of orange, pink and yellow hang along one wall - her perception of him watches everyone from its place on the wall opposite. oscar and lando stand tall in their own separate large frame, and it’s hard to miss the signature colours of mclaren, but dimmer, almost warmer, a style lando would recognise anywhere as y/n’s having spent so long around it.

the way everyone marvels over his girl’s artwork is music to his ears and he can’t help but flush when people recognise him as the man in the portraits.

“young lando norris,” someone booms from behind him. he recognises y/n’s art professor emerging from the crowd and greets the older man with a firm handshake.

“sir! good to see you,” lando says politely.

he gestures around him. “your girl’s done well, lando.”

lando nods. “she has. i’m very proud of her, i always knew she could do it.”

“have you seen her yet?”

“no, i haven’t, actually. i came with oscar, so.”

the older man ahhs, giving him a knowing smile. “well, don’t let me hold you up. go get her.”

lando leaves them with a gracious nod, moving through the crowd to his girl, all the while accepting handshakes from supportive friends and small wishes of “congratulations”, “well done” and “tell her we’re proud of her”. he finally spots her, hair pinned to perfection and dress perfectly hugging every curve of her body, making small talk with a well-dressed couple in the corner of the room.

he catches the exact moment she realises he’s there, revels in the grin that splits her face as she excuses herself. it’s barely a minute between that moment to when she’s barreling into his arms, head furrowing in the crook of his neck as she mumbles, “you made it.”

he presses her tighter to his body. “i wouldn’t miss this for the world, love.”

their moment short-lived though when someone kindly taps on her shoulder. y/n pulls away from him and, with one glance at the woman, turns back to him. “i have to go make a speech, but i’ll be back right after.”

he lets her go with a quick kiss to her lips and forehead and never takes his eyes of her as she makes her way through the crowd to the front of the room, his cheeks flushing when she catches sight of him and blows him a quick kiss. he feels oscar come up beside him, handing him a glass before resting his now-free hand on lando’s shoulder, muttering a low, “simp.”

shut up he shoots back, just as y/n taps the microphone in her hand once, twice, getting the guests’ attention.

“hello everyone, i just wanted thank you all for coming out here tonight. it means so much to me.” she pauses for the ‘you’re welcome’s’ before continuing, “i know i’ve already addressed everyone here and said my thank you’s, but i’d like to mention two more people. oscar, who was patient enough to pose for me for one of my paintings. it means the world to me, thank you, osc.

“and to lando, the boy who inspired me to do all this. if you don’t know who he is, just look around, you’ll find him, he looks really similar to the big guy on the wall.” a chorus of laughter rings out. “without you, lan, i couldn’t have done any of this. thank you for sitting there on facetime so that i could sketch you because i was scared i wouldn’t do you justice from memory, thank you for bringing me takeout when i was stuck in the studio late at night, hyper-fixating on the smallest of details and so much more. i love you, so so much.”

and as the crowd erupts into applause, he just raises his glass in the smallest of gestures to her, and whispers, “anything for you, baby.”

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it’s later that night when they’re both in the comforting darkness of their room, still tipsy off too many glasses of champagne and each other. he runs a hand through her hair, her naked body warm against his. they’re already so close he can’t even tell where he starts and she stops, but he needs to be closer. he tugs her toward him, bringing her leg over his hip and tucking her face in the crook of his neck before wrapping his arms around her torso.

“lando, i can’t breathe,” she laughs, but she still furrows closer to him.

“it’s a great way to go, don’t you think?”

“mmm, the best way.”

“baby?”

“yes.”

he knots his hand through her hair once more, pulling her away from his neck and forcing her to look at him. “you know i live for you, right?”

“do you?” her voice is incredulous, like she can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

“only you, because of you. no one else.”

she’s quiet for a moment, only the sound of their even breaths filling the room. and then she’s pressing the softest kisses to his face. his eyes - “my model” - cheeks - “my inspiration” - nose - “my muse” - and then his lips: “my everything.”

“i love you, lando.”

“i love you, too, baby.”

“only me?”

her voice is small and muffled and he can’t help but laugh. “yeah, darling, only you.”

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author’s note: helloo, firstly, thank you soso much to @disneyprincemuke for encouraging me to finish this mwah <3

secondly, i don’t normally write fics, i mainly write other original works and my main genre is normally thriller and suspense so this is very far off what i normally write. feedback is so appreciated so please don’t hesitate to critique :)

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #actually reading it back i kinda like it #liyah writes

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thegr33nc0met · 8 months

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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

Alternative!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care

I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!

SFW

♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.

the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.

♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.

he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.

same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).

♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3

LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)

♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.

he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.

Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.

♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3

♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).

♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.

NSFW

♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!

♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!

♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.

once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.

♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.

he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.

♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.

“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.

♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.

“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.

♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶

#🐈‍⬛ anon #yandere ghostface #scream x reader #stu macher x reader #yandere scream #stu macher #stu macher headcanons

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septembersums · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 16 | 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

ownership: a relationship where one person consents to being owned by another entirely within a dominant/submissive relationship.

pairing: gojo satoru x you

summary: gojo satoru likes you manicured, waxed, and massaged, dolled up in one of those tiny, expensive dresses he buys you. he likes your head vacant and your pussy filled with cum.

an: no thoughts head empty just dick and money i wanna be her fr

You know what Satoru wants from you, what he expects. He likes your subservience, your warmth, your docility. He likes that when he gets home from a long day of work, you’re there-- lounging on his couch in a skimpy outfit that he bought for you, or maybe lying out on his balcony in a tiny bikini taking in the sun rays.

He buys you anything that you could ever want, he takes care of you, calls you pretty and fucks you until you can’t think every night. He likes it when you don’t think, he’d rather you never had to.

When you first met Satoru, he told you that he wasn’t looking for a normal relationship. He doesn’t have the time, patience, or lifestyle to indulge in a deep, romantic connection with you.

“I’m not sure what to think of that,” you said, cocking your head to the side at him innocently.

He smirked, “What if you didn’t have to think at all?”

You were intrigued enough to give it a try, interested in him enough to agree to the relationship that you have now. No, it’s not a normal one. You don’t know what he does for a living, he said you wouldn’t believe him if he told you. His family? You don’t know if he has one, you’ve never met them.

And you don’t ask, because it’s not your role to think or worry or fuss over anything. It’s your job to look pretty for him, to run your fingers through his hair after a long day of work, to let him take you out shopping every weekend for whatever you’d look nice in, whatever you’d like to indulge in.

To let him fuck you, anywhere and anytime that he pleases.

If he comes up to you while you’re cooking dinner and slips his hand into your panties unexpectedly, you gasp and say thank you.

If you’re lying out by the pool in a tiny bikini, and he gives you a muttered “spread your legs for me,” you do so.

“Get on your knees for me,” he’ll say, right after you’ve finished your hair and makeup, and you’ll gracefully lower yourself down before him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out before he’s even unzipped his pants.

He’ll ruin your makeup like that, and he’ll never apologize for it. Instead, he’ll slap his cock against your cum-covered cheek, and say, “Good girl.”

You aren’t quite sure when you started living for subtle praises like that one, but now it’s all you think about. When you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock, you’re doing everything in your power to drag one compliment out of Satoru.

Usually, he just gives you a “faster, harder, make yourself cum,” and slaps your ass. He likes being ridden, he likes being pleased, he likes seeing you cum all over yourself-- not because he cares that it’s good for you-- but because the sight of it turns him on.

He likes seeing you lying across his lap, red ass up towards him. He likes seeing you cry, he likes making you cry. Not because you’re sad, but because he’s been leaving big, angry handprints on your ass and thighs for half an hour. That sight turns him on just as much as when you’re cumming and saying you love him, if not more.

He likes that he can do anything to you. Anything at all.

Give and take. He gives you anything you want, you take his cock and take his cum anytime he wants you to, and you don’t ask questions. It’s often that he wants you, he’s usually rough and degrading. Maybe that’s why you live and breathe to please him, just so he’ll call you a good girl, call you pretty, call you his.

Anything sort of gentleness or praise at all, you accept it. You beg for it. You need it.

That’s why he rarely gives it to you.

Satoru likes you needy, likes you whiny, likes you desperate. He’ll give an inch and take a mile, but he knows that you like it just as much as he does. You’d do anything he asked, you’d be his living, breathing sex toy.

Like today, when you’re going out shopping with him. He’s leaned back against the upholstery in his sunglasses, a blue button-down, and some slacks. He looks good, he smells good, and most importantly-- he’s not paying attention to you.

He can feel the glare you’re giving him in the backseat of the car, arms crossed over your pretty tits like you really have something to be angry about, even when you’re wearing a slutty little outfit that costs the same amount of money as a two-bedroom apartment in the city.

“Satoru,” you whine.

“Hm?”

You move a little closer, daring to cross the border between the two of you to lay your hand on his knee. He looks down at them, taking your smaller hand into his larger one. He needs to get your nails done again soon. Maybe blue this time.

“Pay attention to me,” You mutter softly, interlocking your fingers with his, “please.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He tucks your hair behind your ear, gazing at you intently, “Because you’re a greedy little whore, and you don’t deserve it right now. Earn it if you want it.”

With that, he goes back to a state of disinterest in your existence, putting his arm around your seat while he looks elsewhere. At his words, you perk up, and he resists the urge to smirk to himself, knowing that he has you exactly where he wants you.

It’s all part of the fun.

Denying you, cherishing you, denying you. It keeps you wanting and waiting for him, it keeps you pawing at him incessantly for a sliver of love and affection. It keeps you running your hand up his thigh slowly and deliberately, trying to turn him on even though you’ve already fucked twice today.

Greedy little whore, he had you pegged exactly right.

“Like this, darling?” You hum, pressing a kiss below his ear, murmuring against his skin.

“You know that you could do better,” he replies coldly, even though he feels his cock rapidly hardening at your delicate touch, “don’t fucking tease me.”

You huff indignantly, brattier than usual today, as you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, freeing his cock. He bites his knuckle and pushes your head down onto his cock, as you suck him off messily in the backseat.

The car slows down to a stop, so Satoru knocks twice on the privacy divider between the front and back seats. It. means keep driving, and he usually does it in times like this, when your pretty mouth is smearing fenty lipgloss along the base of his dick.

His precum tastes salty and mild on your tongue, as you suck as much of him as you can into your mouth, stroking the rest with your hand. Satoru sighs softly, involuntarily thrusting up into your hot mouth a couple of times.

“Ass up,” he murmurs, pulling you up onto all fours in the seat. Thank god the windows are tinted darkly enough that a car passing by wouldn’t be able to see your pussy, though Satoru probably wouldn’t care too much if they did.

He pulls your short dress up so that it’s bunched around your hips, pushing your thong to the side so that he can feel your wetness on his fingers. Your pussy is bare and waxed for him as usual, it feels smooth to the touch, he pays enough to make sure that you’re just as he likes in every single way.

You’re wetter than usual, dripping onto his fingers and soiling your thong, as he decides to take care of it for you. Clearly, you haven’t been fucked often enough the past couple of days, he’s been neglecting you and your needy body.

He’ll make it right, just because he likes the feeling when you’re humming and moaning around his cock. He slides two fingers into your cunt easily, his thumb into your ass. It’s already prepped from when he fucked it earlier. If there’s any of his cum left inside, he wants to finger it out right fucking now and see it stain the leather seats underneath you.

You hum around his cock. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing your head down further, as his brows crease, and he has to bite his lip to keep from being too noisy.

The combined sounds of his fingers driving in and out of your cunt and you messily sucking his cock are already a bit much for an afternoon drive.

Fuck, you’re so good at sucking his dick. So good, so good, so good. He’d tell you how much he likes it when you swirl your tongue around the head, but you’d like the praise too much.

Right when he’s about to cum inside your hot mouth, he yanks your head off, breaking the suction of your swollen lips and his shaft. With a groan, he tangles your hair in his fist and pulls your lips to meet his, kissing you sloppily and tasting his own precum on your tongue.

“Ride me,” he demands, “and don’t be fucking loud.”

Without fuss or hesitation, you reposition yourself to straddle his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck. You sink down onto his cock easily and smoothly, he fills you up so much that it’s nearly painful, even after all this time.

Today must be a good day for him, because he kisses you again, groans into your mouth as you bounce up and down on him in short, quick little thrusts to get him off inside you.

Satoru always likes to cum inside you, likes to fill you up with his seed and then watch it dribble out of you, likes to make you walk around and go on expensive dates with him while wearing cum-soaked panties. When you shift uncomfortably, and he knows it’s because you’re fucked full, he gets hard again.

“Thank you for letting me-- hah-- ah, thank you, S’toru, thank you--” you whimper against his lips, pulling your tits out of your dress for him to see.

“Look at you being good for me,” he mutters back, grinning arrogantly at you as you struggle to keep your balance and your pace with his big dick inside of you, “is it ‘cause you want a reward? Huh, baby? Think you’ve been good enough to deserve it?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you beg, and plead with him, knowing that you need his fingers to make you cum, and that you aren’t allowed to use your own without permission, “please-- please, please, S’toru. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please let me--”

He slaps your ass once, hard, “I told you to be fuckin’ quiet. You want Ijichi to hear you cum?”

“No, baby, no, of course not-- just you, just you.”

“You’re such a naughty little bitch,” he replies, but he can’t bite back the grin on his face when you’re so desperate to cum that you disobey him.

He likes it when you break the rules, just a little bit.

“My dirty little bitch,” he breathes, massaging your breast with one hand, rubbing your clit mercilessly with the other, “all mine, aren’t you? Yeah?”

“All yours, all yours, all yours—“ you repeat, digging your nails into his hair as the coil in your stomach draws closer and closer to snapping.

“You live for me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me?”

“Yes— Yes, anything for you, anything, S’toru—“

“That’s it, that’s it— good girl, just like that. Cum on my cock for me, baby. Give it to me.”

He kisses you again when he feels your muscles tense and your rhythm falter, biting your lower lip to keep you quiet when you cum with a shivering gasp.

The feeling of your walls pulsing and tightening around him drives him over the edge. He grunts, driving himself all the way inside of you. You can feel him twitching against your cervix, flooding you with cum, breathing heavily underneath you.

He pulls you off of his cock, fixing your thong back into place with a cheeky grin, as you feel it grow wetter with cum.

“I was nice to you, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you reply, sated and sleepy, “always.”

He’s about to prove you wrong, but not in a way that you’d hate.

“You made a mess in my lap, baby. Don’t be wasteful,” he says, gripping your chin to make you look up at him, “lick it up.”

You’d do anything for him. He needs you to prove it every once in a while, just to make sure. With a small nod of your head and not a single thought other than yes sir going through your mind, you bend over and lick up the spilled cum.

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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skz going to a s*x store with you

pairing: ot8 stray kids x gn!reader

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 757

warnings: profanity, suggestive/sexual content, dom/sub!skz, dom/sub!reader, lots of talk about vibrators, bondage/collars, exhibitionism/semi public sex, men's lingerie, degradation/name calling, mention of masturbation, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

chan would love taking you to a sex store on your birthday or for your anniversary. he loves buying things he can use on you, but being the pleasure dom that he is, he wants it to be something you could use by yourself as well, because he sees your masturbating as valuable “me time.” he’s even totally cool if you buy something that you only want to use on yourself. as long as it gets you there in one way or another, he’s buying it for you.

minho

minho is spending sooooo much time in the toy section, but he is spending all his time taunting you. he walks into the sex shop already knowing what he wants to buy and he’s going to get it, but he likes letting you look around, so he can make little comments at you the whole time. if he sees your eyes lingering on something in particular, he whispers dirty things like “oh, my little slut wants that one? think you'd like it?”

changbin

you and changbin are both browsing through the whole store, because you have an agreement that each time you go to a sex store, you each pick out something you haven’t tried before but want to. you both love experimenting, so it’s an easy way to try a lot of things to see what sticks. however, changbin has nooooo etiquette and will be yelling across the store to you to get confirmation if he should buy something or not. he would yell something like “babe, do we like butt plugs?” and you would have to run over to him to remind that just because he’s in a sex shop, doesn’t mean he should go yelling things like that.

hyunjin

you’re definitely the one that has the idea to go to the store in the first place, because anything you buy will ultimately be used on him. you want to see what he’s interested in. if his eyes linger on a particular toy for a little too long, you are instantly buying it. you become very intrigued by his interest in men’s lingerie, the kind that looks like women’s panties but with enough room for a dick, so you remind yourself to buy that for him as a surprise one day.

jisung

jisung is so so so embarrassed the whole time. he wants to leave the second he enters the store. he barely looks at anything, because his face goes red so fast. he definitely lets you get whatever it is that you want, but you can bet your ass he won’t even be looking at what you bought until he is in the privacy of his own home, and even then, he still turns a noticeable shade of pink.

felix

it takes you both a while to go to the sex shop together, because it takes a lot of convincing to get him to go. you definitely frequent it more than him, because you’ve bought yourself vibrators, but one day you tell him that you think it would be hot if you both went to pick something out together. he finally agrees, but he is way too nervous to go anywhere but the vibrator section. anything remotely kinky is off limits, but he is willing to give vibrators a shot. you initially have to tell him which ones would feel best, but once he starts figuring it out, your mind will be blown by the work he can do with even just a simple bullet vibrator.

seungmin

going to a sex shop is foreplay for seungmin. you aren't as into exhibitionism as he is, but he knows that going to a sex shop is a good way to get you to his level. he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear as you’re browsing, because he knows if he turns you on enough, you’ll fuck him in the car in the parking lot. most of the time you won’t even buy anything. if he needs something, he’ll buy it on a separate trip without you, because if you’re going together, you’re getting turned on and moving on, no purchases made.

jeongin

you both go to a sex shop together pretty early on in your relationship, because he wants to go see what he is interested in. he starts out pretty easy and mild and just gets a couple vibrators to use in bed, but once he discovers what he’s into, you both spend a lot more time and money in the collars and bondage section.

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wildflowerdylan · 1 year

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CONSTRUCTION

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Sam Taylor x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (eventually lol), cursing, misogyny.

Concept: You move to a new town and meet the local construction owner.

We drove down the dirt road in our baby blue LaSalle with a black overhead and big silver rims. The sun was shining down bright and happy in between fluffy clouds as they strolled through the air politely. We stop in front of a large, white house. A couple of other roadsters behind us stopped too. We packed up all of our favorite items and left the rest behind with the plan to buy new things. I sighed in relief, excited to get out of this car. I open the door carefully and step out. My brother, Vincent, immediately ran over to me and tried helping me out after the fact. My father, who was helping my brother and I move not too far from our old home, had some words of anger to share as he watched the whole ordeal happen. I sighed lightly to myself, wishing that he would just let me be. But he didn’t want a daughter who raised her voice or took care of herself. I did my best to ignore his hateful words while still responding enough that he thought I cared.

I walked up to the large, beautiful house and stared for a moment. This house was mine. And, sort of, Vincent’s, who would only be staying with me until I found an appropriate mate.

I begin to move to walk into the gorgeous piece of architecture when I once again get yelled at. “Y/F/N Y/M/N! Let Vincent in first! Remember your manners.” My father shouted from away. I turn to look at him and nod before stepping aside and letting Vincent in. The blonde man looks at me with a worrisome eye before nodding his head and stepping in.

Vincent was kind and loving towards me. He hated my father just as much as I did. But he had the unfortunate habit of forgetting his place and leaving me to get the fall back of his less than assertive nature. He stepped aside lightly to let me walk past him as I wandered the halls of my future. I was going to finally be free from the grip of an uncaring man. At least, until I was to be set up with whatever suitor my father inevitably finds for me.

I step up the freshly built staircase and walk around the upstairs joyously as the men who traveled with me carry my belongings in and place them where they see fit. There was one room at the end of the hallway that particularly intrigued my whimsy as its door was the only door that was closed. I waltz over carefully before swinging it open in cheer. That’s when I saw him.

I let out a loud scream before turning and closing the door and running back out of the house into my brother’s arms. “Grab the gun! There’s an intruder!” I shout while pointing to the house vigorously. My father scoffs as I cry out, waiting for me to calm down. Once I finally did, he spoke, “There is no such thing.” I shake my head with widened eyes and feel my heart begin to raise again - this time from anger. He takes a breath to begin a tangent - most likely about me being a troublesome liar - when the man I saw before pops out. I turn to look at the man quickly pointing my finger, “There he is!” The brunette man puts his hands up carefully and calmly, like he’s been through this before. He has the same look in my eyes - fear.

My father lets out a hearty laugh that is sudden and loud. We all snap our heads to the older man before he explains, “You stupid girl. That’s the contractor.” I change my face, it’s offended and confused. “He built the house, “Y/N/N.” Vincent says quietly from behind me. I turn to look at the man again, his face is soft and understanding. “Oh.” I say shortly. “Mr. Taylor, this is my ill-mannered daughter, Y/N.” Mr. Taylor nods his head slowly, smiling small with his brown eyes. My father moves to grab Vincent carefully, “And this is my son, Vincent. He’ll be the man of the house until we can find a suitor for Y/N.” Sam nods his head again, beginning to gain a look of discomfort. “Y/N, Sam will look after you when I’m away in the city for work.” Vincent says suddenly. I nod my head shortly, unsure of how I should act at this point. There was nothing I wanted less than to have my father yell at me again. Especially in front of the handsome man before me.

“Well, I’m sure you’re more than capable of handling things yourself, but I’ll be around if you need me.” He smiles softly as he tries to show that he does not feel the same way as the old man. “Nonsense. She’ll be with you whenever Vincent is not here. I don’t want her running around alone.” Sam nods his head uncomfortably. He clearly hasn’t learned how to talk to my father just yet. “I promise not to be a bother, Mr. Taylor.” I send him a polite smile while trying to please my father. “Please, call me Sam.” My father scoffs again, “Mr. Taylor, please do not teach my daughter improper manners. The only men she doesn’t have to address by their last name are me and my son.” Sam looked at him with wider eyes than before as he nodded his head carefully.

“Vincent, everything is inside where it needs to be. I must be getting back home to your mother.” Vincent nodded his head in response to my father before moving next to me so that we could watch my father and his helpers leave together. Once the only roadster in sight was our LaSalle, Vincent let his breath go. I turned to him carefully as he moved to sit on the steps of the house just in front of Mr. Taylor. The two sat down next to each other. I walked over carefully and stood quietly.

“Y/N, we should lay down some clear guidelines.” I nod my head at Vincent calmly, but I instantly feel fear. Was he going to be as ruthless as my father after all? “First thing, you can call Mr. Taylor, Sam. Just not around father. And you don’t have to be watched at all times, you’re a grown woman and it’s time you get treated as such.” I nodded my head carefully as I watched the two with furrowed eyebrows. Sam pulled his hand out and reached it out to shake my own. I grab it slowly. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” I smile softly, maybe things are going to be okay here after all.

#dylan #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brien au #dylan obrien au #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan obrien smut #dylan o'brien x y/n #sam taylor #sam taylor x reader #sam taylor smut

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emchant3d · 4 months

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Though the keysmash WIP intrigues me, I gotta ask about "sigh" (although if you feel like you want to share about both, I certainly won't stop you)

congratulations you picked what might be the angstiest options on the list and that's a talent! "sigh" is actually the one fic on there that isn't steddie I think - it's a royjamie fic from ted lasso lmaoooo but! here's a snip!

Jamie isn’t a stranger to taking a hit on the pitch. Can’t be as good as he is, as big a prick as he is, without getting accustomed to the taste of grass in his teeth.

He sees it coming this time, at least - feels the heat bearing down on him from right field as he moves the ball across the turf, knows if he can just get around this little dick from Man City and send the ball to Dani they’ll score before the impact comes, and he’s moving as quick as he fucking can which is fucking saying something–

But it comes faster than he thought it would, and this shit - it ain’t about the game, is it, can feel the edge of real anger in the way the guy’s shoulder bashes into him, legs tangled with his and sending him slamming down hard and something in him pops and his chest is all pain and he can’t breathe and there’s red and–

And then everything goes blurry.

the keysmash one is steddie but it's VERY heavy so it'll go under a cut. I wanted to play around with the idea that I've seen circling around that after all the upside down issues are resolved, Steve struggles to find a place in the group when he's no longer needed as muscle or a tank, and it got dark.

Warnings for suicidal thoughts, self harm, discussion of an overdose, and a suicide attempt. Anyone reading this PLEASE take care of yourself and do not click this read more if those topics are triggering for you. Please note that while these warnings are relevant, Steve will not die. This will have a happy ending. But the happy parts will not be found below this read more.

He’d thought about a gun, but it would be too loud - and he doesn’t own one besides, and what’s he going to do, ask Nancy? No way. He could buy one, but he’d have to leave the house for that, and if he’s not left for groceries in weeks, he’s definitely not leaving for something as stupid as buying a damn gun.

Rope, maybe, but he’s never been good with knots and he doesn’t know what in the house is structurally sound enough, and that sounds like way too much effort anyway, and so - this will do.

He has a plan. He’s got it all figured out. He didn’t know when he would do it, but well. Tonight seems as good as any other night.

No one is coming. No one cares. No one thinks of him and so why is he putting it off? Why is he delaying the inevitable?

He decides the tub is the best place. Only place, maybe. If he fills it first, makes it so the mess falls into the water and can easily drain away, that’s best. He’ll be careful - he’ll do his best to keep it all in the water, to not drip red on the porcelain. He knows how badly it will stain. And he doesn’t want to cause trouble, not with this. He wants this to be quick and painless for his friends (can he call them that? They haven’t spoken in weeks. He and Eddie were never close and the kids don’t come visit anymore and Nancy has Jonathan and Robin–

Robin–

He can’t think about Robin.)

He doesn’t want this to be traumatizing. He wants to slip away from them like he’s slipped out of the group, mostly forgotten. He’s cleaned the house top to bottom, emptied the fridge and the pantry, left everything pristine. The bathroom will be the only mess, and he wants to keep that as minimal as possible, so. This is the best way. The only way.

He thinks it’ll probably be his parents who find him, eventually. If they make their way back home any time soon. He opens the bathroom window to help with the smell since it will probably be a while, but when it’s time he’ll keep the door closed, keep it contained.

He starts the hot water and goes to get a knife from the kitchen.

#answered #wip tag game

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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day 19 and i never thought i’d ever say this (my friends and possible boyfriend would hate me rn) but charles and you away in a hotel for one of his races and you forgot to pack a dildo for him :(. poor thing just wants to be filled so you search for something whilst he whines and moans grinding against thin air. woohoo. you find an electric toothbrush. hear me out. it’s not overly thick but it’s thick enough and it vibrates help. bunny is so shocked

🍁

Aw no poor Charles!!! This is such a good idea though holy shit.

Usually, you always make sure to pack at least one dildo for Charles. Which yes, does result in some awkward conversations on customs but it’s always worth it because Charles is always so happy that he has a dildo with him.

But this weekend you’re running late and stressed and distracted and you don’t even think about Charles’s dildo.

Until Charles is sitting on the hotel bed, crying and whining with his cock hard against his stomach cause he wants to be fucked!! He was so sure you would have brought a dildo for him, cause you always do.

But you forgot this time and you feel so bad, because poor Charles is so desperate to be filled? Yes your fingers could work but that’s not the same, because he wants to be filled for a while and be fucked nice and hard.

Charles is very sceptical about the toothbrush, but he’s also very desperate and he trusts you. The vibration’s definitely intrigue him and he’s just so horny that he’ll take anything at this point.

And it feels so good? He does wish it was thicker, but you cuddle him the whole time and get the vibrations on and manage to find his prostate so it’s good. It’s good enough to make Charles whine and shake in the bed and spill all over himself.

Maybe once he’s recovered, he even asks you to look into buying a vibrating dildo.

#kinktober tag #shels catches up on kinktober asks #nsfw.#sub!charles #cl #🍁#gn!reader

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laurie-vexen · 1 year

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Not-So-Sound Advice

Date: Thursday, October 27th (Morning)

Location: Revvly

Notes: The day after the wedding, Laurie returns to Revvly to buy some blood bags for Miranda, but ends up asking for some advice about dating non-Umbra.

“Alright,” Miranda (who was back to an posh English accent today) said as she threw a duffel bag full of blood bags onto the front desk. To any non-Umbra it would feel too heavy to carry, but she figured Laurie would be fine carrying her load back to the ship. “This should hold you up for a few months, at least. I gave you what you paid for, but also threw in a few more as compensation for my cousin’s shenanigans.”

Laurie had spent most of her pay from Molfaun for this. She had to make sure she was never on the brink again like she had been when they landed here. “Thank you, Miranda. And I’m sorry again for all the trouble.”

Miranda waved the apology off. “The trouble is no one else’s but my cousin’s. He’ll be getting his ruined uniforms later today. That’ll teach him a lesson.”

Laurie chuckled and reached for the bag, but then stopped. A lot happened since she last saw the older Umbra. Particularly in the Stella department. It wasn’t like Laurie had a mother to seek out advice for this particular subject, and Miranda was kind enough to do all this for her. Maybe she would be willing to spare a bit more...

“Um... actually, there’s also something I wanted to ask your advice on.” This was so weird, she’d never asked anyone for dating advice before. “When you were married to... several Erkuss... what was that like?

Miranda perked up with intrigue. “What that was like? Oh marvelous, in their own individual ways, they were incredible lovers, for one -”

Okay, no, not what she meant. “No -” she quickly interjected. “Not... that... I mean, were you always okay with them not knowing about... you?”

Miranda’s eyes narrowed, and a knowing smirk formed on her lips. “Is this your first time with an Erkuss?”

Laurie shouldn’t have been so surprised by the blunt question, but she still became flustered. Rubbing the back of her neck, she stammered. “Ah - well - n-no... not technically...”

The answer seemed to surprise Miranda. “It’s not? You had me fooled. Well, how did that one pan out?”

She’d never spoken about Mira to someone before, so she almost didn’t know what to say. A blush crept up her cheeks before she started explaining. “She... walked in on me feeding once... and freaked out...”

At this point, Miranda’s face lit up like she was hearing the latest town gossip. “No!” She gasped, a hand on her chest for dramatic effect. “And what did you do?”

“... I left the planet and never came back.”

“That’s a reasonable reaction.”

Laurie sighed. But Miranda was laughed. She was having a great time with this.

“Awww. You poor thing,” she reached out to pinch Laurie’s cheek. Laurie did not like that. “You are so young. With so many centuries ahead of you. Those centuries are going to be filled with mistakes, I’m telling you now.” Thankfully, she removed her hand. “With this in particular... well, there isn’t really a good outcome for us any way you go about it. We either scare people away with the truth, or by some miracle they accept us but we out-live them. The Mother Shade did not spare us kindness in that regard.” She woefully sighed. “For me, I enjoyed the company of my spouses. They brought me joy, entertainment, and never made me feel lonely. I loved them very much. But I didn’t fully trust them. Not with this. This Erkuss woman you were once with, were you in love with her?”

Laurie had spent so long trying not to think about Mira that she needed a moment to try and let herself remember what things had been like nearly two years ago. A lot happened in the few weeks, and she was sure if she stayed a little while longer, she could have said she had been in love with Mira. But thinking on it right now, she didn’t think so.

“No. We weren’t together for very long - uh, ‘together’ might be too strong a word... we never really got to the girlfriend phase.”

Miranda nodded. “And this new one?”

That question made Laurie rather flustered. This was all so new, and she really didn’t want to make the same mistake again falling head first into everything so quickly. “I don’t think I’m there yet. I don’t think she is either - we’re... this is new for the both of us.”

“Ah yes, the honeymoon phase of a new romance,” Miranda emphasized the last word randomly in a French accent. “You should enjoy that, my dear. For people like us, we have to be careful who we let in.”

Laurie was confused by the lesson Miranda was trying to teach here. “Wait, I don’t understand... don’t you have to trust people in order to love them?” Was that not how that worked?

Miranda shook her head. “No. Love doesn’t have an strict criteria with boxes you have to check to make it real. I’ve been in love with my share of people, whom I never fully trusted to know my true identity. In many cases, dear, ignorance is indeed bliss. I was happy when I was happy. They were, too. Sometimes it’s better to not risk that happiness, especially with their short lifespans. But at the end of the day, it is up to you completely what you want to do. I do think if you are ready to share that part of yourself with someone, you’ll know.”

Laurie looked down. There wasn’t exactly anything hopeful about this message. “But what if I do tell her and it all goes away?”

Miranda pouted and tilted her head. “Like I said before, you’re so young. There’s so much life ahead of you, so many more people you’ll meet along the way. Even in the worst case scenario, it won’t be the end of the world. You’ll get through it.”

It wasn’t exactly what Laurie wanted to hear, but then again she didn’t know what she wanted to hear. Was she supposed to just harbor this guilt of hiding what she really was? Or maybe Miranda was saying what she was feeling didn’t have to be permanent? For now, it sounded like Laurie should wait it out and see where her and Stella went before making such a major decision. It wasn’t great, but what else was she supposed to do? They just started... this... and Laurie was too afraid to ruin it when it barely began. Hopefully she could at least be the best she could be everywhere else, to the point where the reveal would be trivial in comparison. Was that a naive thought? She would hate to be naive.

Okay. She knew what to do now.

#self para #i can confirm they did in fact have a good date after this

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scary-senpai · 2 years

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(1/2)Have you watched “Sindbad and the legend of the seven seas” movie? The antagonist in the movie,Eris, is EXACTLY what I envisioned pyskos’ meat puppet to be like. Her voluptuous chest, her coquettish character, her seductive voice sensuously whispering threats into his ears, her flirtatiously touching him and beguilingly draping her hair upon him whilst goading him into joining the MA..How do you think Garou would have reacted to her charms?

Hey! Thank you so much for the ask. I really appreciate you thinking of me.

Full disclosure, I’m on the asexual spectrum so I am probably going to give you a different take than the one you’re expecting. It’s not that I’m bothered by these questions (I actually had a lot of fun with this one!), it’s just that... the feeling that you expect Garou to experience here? I’ve felt it, like, twice in my life and the first time? I was 28 and (hand to God) I thought I was having an allergic reaction, or possibly spontaneously combusting. I worked next door to a nurse, but I couldn’t go to his office for help because he was the one I found myself spontaneously combusting about.

I’m also moderately touch averse. I don’t do martial arts but I do yoga, and if my partner (whom I deeply love and live with) tries to sexy-touch me while I’m stretching (or anything else that requires concentration, like reading), it squicks me majorly. As if that wasn’t enough, I’m synesthetic and I experience whispers as full body tickles—in a way that is annoying, and not arousing, unfortunately. I also experience certain numbers as pointy, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, this might be TMI but I just want to give you a lot of context for why I ended up taking this in a different direction. Just because I can’t imagine something doesn’t meant I disagree. I thought this was a really interesting question and I wanted to respond with something heartfelt and authentic.

I deeply appreciated this question because you touched on a wall I frequently hit when I write for Garou’s character or consider his canon actions: he’s laser-focused on his own objectives (especially during a fight), and genuinely immune to charm. This makes it difficult to connect him with other characters, which gets further compounded by the fact that combat is the only human contact that Garou allows himself. But! That doesn’t meant a seduction can’t be done. It’s just tricky.

(Detailed answer below the cut, because Tangents! oh god, the Tangents...)

During a fight, Garou might be outright intrigued by technique but he’ll deny any interpersonal chemistry at play. (Case in point: all his interactions with “meathead” Bat). In battle, the only thing that distracts Garou from his own safety is the safety of somebody else, particularly weaker civilians that need protecting (i.e. Tareo or Zenko).

I’ve always head-canoned Garou as beyond oblivious to romantic advances, or patently unaware that his own words or actions come across as risqué. I mean... ”Have some confidence in your stamina”?!? Woof, are you kidding me? Buy a guy dinner first, amiright ^_^

...Anyway, I know I joke about how salacious Garou’s fight with Saitama looks, but honestly this seems to stem from the way Murata frames the scene, and not any implicit/explicit desire on Garou’s end (or Saitama’s, for that matter). As I mentioned, during a fight, it feels like sexual attraction would be the last thing on Garou’s mind. If his thoughts started straying more lascivious directions, I suspect he’d shut those ideas down real quick. Getting laid is nice, but it’s not worth losing a fight (or your life, for that matter). If he has his eye on winning over his opponent? I’d say all bets are off, but it feels like it would take a lot of setup to get to there.

So, that being said, I could see a situation like this starting with Garou sparring someone. Like, he probably couldn’t resist the urge to show off, but at the same time, he’s not going to let his guard down unless he’s up against he really trusts not to backstab (as opposed to a relatively unknown, recent acquaintance).

I also don’t think that Garou would use combat as an excuse to get handsy, or necessarily react well if he were on the receiving end of such surreptitious advances. As an adult, we see him getting stalked, surrounded, ganged up on, and ambushed. He has very vivid childhood memories of getting attacked by his classmates (including being held down and beaten) as all the adults in his life failed to believe or protect him. I get “enthusiastic consent” vibes from Garou not necessarily because he’s super enlightened about safe sex, but more like, somebody saying one thing and doing another (especially when he’s opening himself up to them) would probably kick up a lot of shit for him, and also he’d never want to hurt anyone like that.

...But then again, who knows. There are a lot of ways to interpret his character, and Garou didn’t get where he is by having qualms about decorum and physical space.

Anyway, if I were engineering this scene, I'd probably with Garou's motivations and desires and have the other character backwards from there, building their strategy around these things. You mentioned “coquettishly whispering threats,” but we don’t really see him respond well to intimidation or ultimatums (which is why Psykos/Gyro-Gyro and Phoenixman have such trouble with him). The exception would be something like sexy banter/riposte from someone he doesn’t perceive as a threat, either because he trusts them, or trusts his ability to overpower them. We kinda see that in the scene with Metal Bat--they’re talking trash to each other, but they’re kidding and they both seem to enjoy the teasing. This is why I’m so curious to see what happened between Garou and Do-S. We saw him snap those chains like they were nothing; if she tortured him, it’s almost certainly because Murata is horny on main for both of them Garou let her. (And, like, I know this could happen, and I almost believe it did, but also I’m incapable of imagining it. And believe me, I’ve tried).

So, Garou won’t let himself get overpowered but he will rise to a challenge (no pun intended) -- and when the Monster Association tells him to abandon his kindness and kill a hero, he’s willing to attack Saitama. While Garou has reservations about his actions, he still goes through with it even in front of Tareo. And part of me wonders if that’s not just because “even c class heroes deserve to die,” but because Garou still has that nagging desire for acceptance. By the same token, I can’t help but think there’s some heartache for Garou when he realizes that not even the monsters seem to want him. Rejection is rejection; it tends to hurt no matter where it comes from. Some people imagine Garou as having a praise kink, which I can kind of see--the bulk of his behavior is attention seeking, and he flips out when Saitama points out he’s improved “a little.” (“YOU CALL THIS A LITTLE?!?”) It’s funny in that moment, but almost excruciating in the last chapter, when we realize, yeah, actually, that’s all Garou ever wanted from the people he loves—support, words of praise, to be seen. So, I feel like he’d jump at the chance to save a pretty face, or a damsel in distress, if he felt like they would really see and appreciate how strong he was. (This would all happen on a subconscious level, though.) Since we’re imagining a scenario where this other character has ulterior motives, they might engineer such a situation just to trick him, and (as much as it pains me to say this), I don’t think Garou would be able to resist, so long as it wasn’t so obviously staged. If Garou saw somebody Snidely-Whiplashed to the train tracks with no aggressor in sight, he’d quickly catch wise. Okay, but we’re not just trying to seduce Garou-- we’re trying to seduce him into the Monster Association. In order to tempt someone, you need offer something they want. Garou’s primary desire, the thing that he wants above all else, is to be accepted/appreciated, and make a better world for people like him. (I’m not sure which comes first and which comes second, honestly). In light of this, as well as his emotional closed-offèd-ness, you’d best prepare yourself to play a very, very long game. Because Gyoro-Gyoro/Psykos does start with ultimatums and threats, which backfires -- his resistance doesn’t waiver, he only becomes more defiant. Better to get on his good side, I think.

If it were me —and, full disclosure, I have been confirmed 💯 evil by Uquiz—I would ask a lot of general questions, starting small (”why is a human fighting on the side of the monsters?”) and maybe challenging him in a way that he’d appreciate (”you hate heroes, but you trained with one for years. why?”) or clueing him in to the fact that I’m willing to look beyond the facade (“you seek ultimate power, but you chose a fighting style meant for the weak. why?”) or perhaps flattering him (”you have so much to offer the world. is this really the best use of your time, picking fights with heroes? Aren’t you just buying into the same petty games?”) Not, like, openly disagreeing but just playing devil’s advocate and backing off if he gets irritated—I feel like he appreciates being challenged as long as he maintains a sense of control. If that went well, I might take a risk on more personal questions, again starting small (”as a kid, which monsters did you like best?”) and building on those things (”Growing up, I wasn’t so keen on monsters but I loved ghost stories. Could I tell you some of my favorites? Perhaps, right before bed, with the lights off? Just so you have the full experience of being scared~”). And then, maybe once I felt like I had his trust, stating some observations so he feels seen (”it seems you were a very precocious child. the can be difficult for children like that, children who are wiser than their elders”).

Garou’s sticking point with the MA (from my perspective) isn’t necessarily that they’re monsters but that they’re unkind. This is what makes Garou realize that, hey, actually, I do value kindness, actually, and I’m not about to give mine up. So, don’t make him abandon what matters! That’s how successful villains get followers and break heroes, right? They convince everybody else that what they’re doing is actually right, that the end justifies the means, and that they understand you, specifically, better than anyone else could. So, I’d try to demonstrate that I truly feel for monsters, particularly the type of monster that Garou thinks he is, and that really we all have something monstrous inside us, and our shadow self isn’t truly so bad. I would tell him, that according to some legends, God gave all demons the tiniest speck of goodness in their souls, and He did this to show humans that even the most terrifying creatures are worthy of compassion. I’d quote Guillermo Del Toro (”Since childhood, I’ve been faithful to monsters. I have been saved and absolved by them, because monsters, I believe, are patron saints of our blissful imperfection, and they allow and embody the possibility of failing”) and possibly Maria Ranier Rilke (“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.”) I’d really try to convince him that I understood him, and that our goals were aligned (and hopefully they would be, in this scenario, because otherwise that’s manipulative af). Someone (probably not me) could do that while whispering, or getting closer, or building up a very subtle, gradual touch. I joke that “feral” is an apt descriptor for Garou, because wild animals are more afraid of humans than humans are of them, generally, so honestly I imagine any kind of sensual touching that happens with Garou is a lot like approaching a really skittish cat. I hope that helps! I know that it probably wasn’t the answer you were expecting, but I did want to give you my best and most honest answer, and some nice I do deeply appreciate the ask and the rec! <3

#one punch man #opm #garou #asks #meta #can you tell i've thought about this a lot #how do you flirt even?

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cryptiles · 2 years

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hello! i hope you're doing great. i want to request a demon slayer matchup if it's okay!

my name is sei. my pronouns are she/her

i am a quiet person, but when i'm around people i'm comfortable with, i talk a lot. i love making jokes as well! my hobby is reading, especially fictions. my ideal date is, hmm i don't know what it's called, but i love it when me and my date go to many places. just explore new places and try the food that catch our eyes there. i love hardworking people, people who are passionate and share their interests with me. i totally adore someone who will spoil me, but also help me to be confident and not dependent on them

i think that's all! thank you so much ♡♡

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MATCH UP FOR SEI

— details ; demon slayer x fem! reader ; match-up based ; demon slayer m.list ; she/her

— requests are open as of 19/8

— a/n ; hello hello thank you for your request , loved writing it and random but you seem like someone i would absolutely LOVE to be friends with 🥴 hope you enjoy ^

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i match you with … tengen !!

• okay hear me out.

• in the beginning your personalities obviously clash.

• he would be those people that constantly tries to speak to you , make you comfortable enough to open up.

• you don’t even need to speak with him for tengen to constantly bug you with how awesome he is.

• if you do eventually open up and start being your talkative self bro is going to love. it.

• he already talks a lot so the conversations between both of you would go on forever if someone doesn’t stop it.

• bros a natural comedian , the inside and outside jokes between y’all are unstoppable.

• tengen will laugh so fucking loud at your jokes everyone else just smiles , nods and pretends they don’t know y’all.

• well if you both are demon slayers theres plenty of exploring to do.

• i believe he’ll be those that purposely asks both of you to be put on missions together.

• after missions , he’ll take you out for dinner , his treat.

• during dinner tengen will lecture the shit out of you if you get hurt then switching to the topic about how you should eat more to stay healthy.

• it’s embarrassing how loud he speaks about how much he cares about your well-being.

• after that you both explore the streets , filled with shops and performances.

• tengen absolutely LOVES spoiling you.

• if he sees you eyeing something for a mili-second , boom.

• it’s gone , money paid , in your arms as a gift from him.

• he finds it so cute when you get all smily over the things be buys for you [ esp if its something for something small ] , proud as well since he’s the reason you’re smiling.

• he would also pamper you sooo much if you had a bad day.

• cuddles , bathes , he’ll read your books to you , head pats etc etc.

• passionate ? tengen speaks so much he will go on and on about a certain something for a long time.

• you know how he talks about himself and how cool he is ? yeah he does that to you a lot.

• in front of people.

• tengen will not shut the fuck up about you , bros shamelessly fawning over everything about you.

• as much as he wants to keep you safe at all times since yk demons and shit.

• he knows you want personal space / freedom , he’ll gladly let you go off on your own after strictly giving you a reasonable curfew time. [ and when you leave expect him to be asking for lots of affection before you leave because he’s clingy like that. ]

• bonus ! his wives fucking love you as much as he does , welcome to the family !

• lots of affection from these ladies , you’re being taken care of by hinatsuru , cuddles and affection with suma & aggressive compliments by makio.

[ i love his wives more than him tbh. ]

mini scenario !!

“ i’m home ! “

tengen screamed , his three other wives were out but he knew you were home.

“ welcome home ! “

you greeted giving him a small smile before returning back to your book , it was just so intriguing.

tengen frowned , a literal man child who just wants attention from his partner after a long day.

“ ahem ahem ! “ he coughed loudly it didn’t sound the slightest bit convincing , “ remember that day we went to have a picnic at the lake , you said something about one of your fiction books you wanted. “

he shoved a bag in your face , had a small red bow on the top of it too.

this piped your curiosity , finally putting your book down to look what’s inside the weird brown bag.

tengen smiled , finally getting the attention he wanted.

you pulled out one of the books you’ve been wanting for a long time but it was always out of stock whenever you dropped by the bookstore.

“ oh my god you remembered ? i said that so long ago. “

“ of course i remember , every important detail about you is stored in my brain. it’s literally muscle memory at this point. “

he smirked , pointing towards his brain which made his jewellery jingle.

. . .

“ wait weren’t you supposed to run to the store to get hina more rice ? “

“ … oh shit i forgot. “

“ bro. “

“ we’re dating , don’t bro me. “

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#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #uzui tengen #demon slayer imagines #tengen x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #anime

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drowsyanddazed · 2 years

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hiii pls tell me about cold comfort i am INTRIGUED!!! xx

ahh okay this is my oldest one, i had to scroll all the way to the bottom of google docs to find it, blow off the dust etc etc. literally haven’t opened this since october last year. it’s from way back when i was determined to write a long, multi-chapter fic, before i discovered my fear of plots. anyways just scrolled through it and… it’s pretty bad lmao. but i think that’s a good thing? i definitely think my writing has improved since then! the concept is cute though, uni au, sirius down bad, remus… remus is kinda put off by him in the beginning, & remus plays the bass, also ft. riding on the back of each other’s bicycles, and breaking and entering (romantically). i’m rambling, anyways, here’s a bit i deemed not as bad as the rest:

Drunk and slumped on the couch, Sirius had called Otto a staggering thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven voicemails; a number that may have embarrassed Sirius if he wasn’t so desperate and so, so drunk.

Sirius stares at his phone. No new messages.

Fuck it.

Determination mixed with a bit of irritation swells in his chest. This, Sirius decides, is so much better than feeling numb.

With a sudden surge of confidence, Sirius springs up from the couch spinning like a tornado in his wake grabbing his discarded leather jacket from the arm of the couch and his half-full beer bottle from the coffee table, reaching a full turn, and nearly colliding into James.

“Woah,” James says. He’s holding two red solo cups. With a raised eyebrow, he holds one out to Sirius.

Sirius stares down at the cup, at the red-tinted liquid sloshing inside of it. “I’m going to go see Otto, ” he says, hand clenching around the neck of his half-empty beer bottle. He doesn’t meet James’ eye, too afraid he’ll lose his resolve.

“Otto?” James echoes, eyes squinty, Sirius doesn’t have to look at him to know this, he can hear it in his tone. If his hands weren’t full, Sirius is sure James would be standing with his hands on his hips, like a disappointed mother. The bastard.

“Yes, you remember him, don’t you? My boyfriend.”

James purses his lips. “Your ex-boyfriend you mean.”

Sirius’ thumb finds the edge of the label on the beer bottle and he digs his way underneath it.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” James goes on gently. Always so fucking gentle.

“You can’t stop me, James.” Sirius looks over James’ shoulder at the door, exit strategies forming in his mind. If he knocks the drinks out of James’ hands that might buy him enough time. James would be on his knees fretting about the stain forming as if Peter hadn’t already dotted the floor with a dozen of them tonight alone and Sirius would be long gone and out the door, running down the stairs. But he wouldn’t put it past James, captain of the rugby team, to tackle Sirius to the ground. And that would be embarrassing. As embarrassing as leaving your ex thirty-seven voicemails and then showing up to his dorm drunk at two a.m. when he doesn’t respond? Debatable. Christ, he needed another drink.

#me being like oh yes 3 wips! when in fact one of them has been abandoned for HALF a year #this is actually just my way of covering up for the fact that i usually only every work on one thing at a time #idk if this will ever see the light of day #maybe if i get over my fear of plots #i'll have to join a support group or something

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bonkers-4-hatter · 1 year

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@november-solarstorms asked: May I have a black butler and marvel match up please, dear? My form and all you need to know can be found on my blog. I have it pinned so I help it wont he too much trouble. I just find it hard to describe a whole person in 500 characters. I just ask that for the Kuroshitsuji match up, you exclude all characters that ONLY appear in the anime. Characters that appear in both anime and manga are fine. Thank you!!!

-If you enjoyed this work, please consider buying me a coffee.

I match you with:

Sebastian from Black Butler

He’ll match your elegance as well, the way you carry yourself intrigues him, you’re vastly different from the majority of the humans he’s interacted with. Considering not many things intrigue him, he’ll be keeping an eye on you.

Your silver tongue brings him endless amusement and he has no problem keeping up with your banter at all. We all know he has a silver tongue of his own and you both are just sending each other witty and sarcastic lines. Sebastian enjoys your company and praises your intelligence and poise, he finds your guys’ long, deep conversations a breath of fresh air.

Finds your hobbies fascinating especially for someone of your grace and at first, he’ll make a few quips about it to you, but once you show him, he’d quickly shut his mouth. Afterwards, he’ll join you for some of them if you’ll let him. Especially with hand to hand combat, even offering to show you some new moves to add to your roster.

Dance parties aren’t his scene either, he doesn’t mind spending the time with you either outside or on the sidelines engaged in conversation. You are by far he’s favorite human he’s encountered.

Black Widow from Marvel

Being one that was trained for elegance and how to emit class, you piqued her interest when you both first met. She does like that you put your walls down around her when it comes to how you present yourself to others as she does the same.

Being one that’s witty and sarcastic herself, the banter that you both exchange with each other makes her day. She also enjoys watching you lash at those who treat you wrong or talk down to you, she knows she doesn’t have to fight your battles for you, but she’s always close by just incase.

Your interests are her interests as she was trained in the majority of them and teaches you new moves to help improve your technique. Wants to take you everywhere she goes for missions because of your love of traveling and if she can she does if she deems the mission safe enough.

#q #que #queue #matchups #matchup #black butler #black butler matchup #kuroshitsuji matchup #kuroshitsuji #marvel #marvel matchup

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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peach lipgloss

request: Hi I was wondering if you could write a george x reader or fred x reader? Where the reader gets make-up from her mom mostly just lipgloss and george or fred finds out after hearing that muggle lipgloss has different flavors and see the reader wearing some of it.Hiding it only telling the reader that he'll only give it back in return for a kiss.

pairing: weasley twins x fem!reader

note: let me know if you guys want separate works of peach lipgloss for each one of the twins and not both of them together!

warnings: none

sitting in the great hall at your house table with your friends, you conversed about your long-awaited mail. you had been sending owls to your mom, asking her if any new flavors of your new lipgloss had been released. your housemates didn’t understand your obsession with it, but the way your lipgloss plumps your lips, tastes of your favorite fruit (and other flavors), and the way your lips shined, how could you not be obsessed?

being from a muggle family, you quickly realized wizards do not think much of muggle items - like lipgloss. sure, they have it, alongside lipstick, but rarely anyone wears it and it is not as popular as you’d imagine.

however, your fascination - or obsession - with lipgloss turned heads of your housemates and soon enough, girls were asking you to buy them from the muggle world. they could do it themselves, but you figured they’d be overwhelmed by the number of choices they’d have to decide from. so, to make it easy, you recommended your favorite flavors - cherry, peach, dragonfruit, and strawberry.

soon enough, girls over the school were paying you in galleons to send to your mother to buy orders of lipgloss. there weren’t hundreds of orders, so you were not particularly overwhelmed, but it shocked you as how intrigued your wizard friends were.

as though she was summoned, your owl Thor came swooping in through the Hogwarts great hall, dropping off a package right in front of you. with a loving pat, you gave Thor a treat and handed him a letter, thanking your mother for all she was doing. with a flap of wings, he was on his way and quickly, girls surrounded your seat.

you had a list of everyone who ordered which flavor, so without wasting any time, you ripped open the package and listed off each name, giving said girl her requested flavor.

“hannah abbott, here you are, my love!” with the call of her name, you handed hannah a cherry-flaved lipgloss and she smiled, “thank you, y/n!”

you crossed your fingers that her and neville would finally work out.

“luna, here you are with the dragonfruit flavor - enjoy!” luna took the small cylindar from your hands and gave a smile, “i’m hoping it tastes as sweet as it sounds. thank you!”

your face grew pale, “please don’t eat it!”

aaaaand she didn’t listen.

after handing out the rest of the lipglosses, you finally stuffed the rest of them in your pocket - 2 orders of peaches and one of strawberry. peaches was dangerous, you knew you were addicted, but it was the one that made your lips tingle and you felt irresistable.

after finishing your school work, you quickly applied some lipgloss and popped your lips, missing the smell and slight taste against your lips. putting your ‘peaches’ lipgloss back in your pocket, you stood up and handed your work to professor snape who made quick work to try to ignore how soft your lips looked.

his face turned a slight pink.

after reviewing your work, he handed your notebook back and you went on your way back towards your dorm. moving carefully with the staircases, you failed to notice two red-haired twins following closely behind you before reaching your house dormitory.

right away, they both yelled, “boo!” in your ears and shook your shoulders, making you screech. turning around, you grasped at your chest before smacking the both of their arms, “fred and george weasley! i nearly had a heart attack, by merlin!”

the twins laughed before fred spoke up, “you know we always have to give you a spook, peach. at least you’re still breathing!”

george let out a snort alongside his twin, “besides, we needed to talk to you anyway.” he leaned down before continuing, “privately.”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, “and you couldn’t just ask me that like normal people?”

fred grinned like the chesire cat, “where’s the fun in that? now c’mon, sneak us in!’

with a slight smile, you ran your tongue over your lips slightly, tasting peaches; you failed to notice fred and george looking at your lips until they bounced on their feet. turning around, you said the words to unlock your house dormitory and snuck in your favorite twins, thanking the painting.

pulling the two up the stairs, fred and george plopped onto your bed, fred lying back and groaning loudly, “i just want this day to be over already!”

you raised an eyebrow, moving towards your desk where you restocked your lipgloss, “isn’t it only 11am?”

george snickered, “he’s only been awake for 4 hours and has decided he’s done with the day.”

you rolled your eyes, back turned to the twins as you shuffled your items, throwing away old lipgloss, “maybe occupying your time with something to do will help time move faster, hmm?”

george stood up from your bed, fred following right behind him, making little to no noise. fred put his hands in his pockets, “any ideas, peach?”

you hummed, “oh, i don’t know, maybe schoolwork, studying, anything -”

george grabbed your hand that was pulling lipgloss from your pocket and you gasped, almost dropping the cylindar containers. you frowned, “didn’t i just say to not spook me like that?”

george shrugged as fred snickered, “’was just curious as to what you were hiding from us, peach.”

fred took the lipgloss from your hand as george held your face between his thumb and pointer finger, “what is this stuff, anyway?”

you blushed, “it’s lipgloss, it makes your lips plump and shine...and they have different flavors. and i kind of need it back, so..”

george smirked, “mm, what kind of flavors, peach?”

fred rolled the lipgloss in his hands, “tell him, y/n. i see the flavors here.”

you let your tongue roll over your lips quickly, “it’s - um - there are strawberry, cherry, dragonfruit and - um - peach. i’m wearing that now, and i’m running low, so can i please have it back?”

george’s smirk widened and his thumb rubbed against your cheek, “peach, hmm? can i give it a try?”

your face turned pink and you nodded, “o-oh, yeah, of course! i may have extras of peach, so i can lend you-”

you were unable to finish your sentence before george leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, his lips slotting against yours almost perfectly. george’s thumb ran over your cheek, his other hand resting against your hip, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you felt george softly kiss your lips continuously, almost seeming as if he was trying to taste every last bit of your peach lipgloss, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

you sighed into the kiss, hands splayed onto his chest as he pulled back one, two, three times, laying soft kisses on your lips until he deemed he was finished his work. running a thumb over your lips, george asked fred for the peach lipgloss and put it in your hands.

george tapped your cheek, “let freddie have a taste, yeah?”

your face flushed pink and you nodded, unscrewing the cap to the peach lipgloss and using the soft brush to lay the gloss onto your lips. fred had come up on your right side, looking albeit nervous but he smiled at you.

you smiled back, lipgloss back in your pocket and fred shuffled, “is this alright, peach? i don’t want to-”

you let out a breathy laugh, “fred, if i didn’t feel okay with this, would i have put on the lipgloss again?”

fred stumbled over his words, “well, i-i guess not? can i?”

you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile before he leaned down, your noses touching before you stood on your tippy-toes, closing the distance between the two of you. fred immediately smiled into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other laying softly on the side of your face.

fred was gentle and his lips were warm, his tongue trying to taste every bit of your lipgloss. his lips repeatedly pressed against yours, feeling him pull back and pecking them over again. you let out a small laugh, as did he, and he kept kissing you anyways.

somewhere during the mix, george came up beside you, laying his own kisses on your cheek. fred pulled back, kissing your lips once more before he ran a thumb over your lips as george did. george pressed a kiss to your neck, “we have time to taste the other flavors, peach. how’s that sound?”

you smiled, hands tangling themselves in the twins’ hair, “sounds perfect.”

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tsukasalvr · 3 years

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Could you make another"𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚/𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙'' but with Daki and Gyutaro? PLSSSSSSSSSS

AN: LMAO THE LONG PLS IS TAKING EM OUT BUT YES ANON!!!!!

; 𝙨/𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚/𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙩. 4

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗗𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝘆𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼

𝗔𝗡: 𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝟭𝟳 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧 𝗜𝗠 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗨𝗣 (𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆😭)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿, 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝗣𝗧 𝟭: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

𝗣𝗧 𝟮: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

𝗣𝗧 𝟯: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

; ᴅᴀᴋɪ

She’s overjoyed with excitement

Thinks you’re amazing and is constantly giving you praises

“Wow! How amazing s/o!”

She doesn’t ask questions till a while after since she asked her brother what she should do

When her brother told her that asking questions right away might be overwhelming you, she put away the urge to ask questions and waited for a little while till she thought it was the right time to ask

When she does ask questions it’s mainly concerning the future of demons and humanity and what happened

She doesn’t ask too many questions though and will give you affection right after

Before you told her, she thought you were special, special enough to catch her eye.

So because of that, she never really let anyone near you unless it was important or her brother

After you told her, she won’t let you go out since she’s afraid you will leave forever or get hurt

If you keep on insisting that you want to go a little shop outside to go buy food, she’ll whine and cling onto you

“S/o, don’t leave! It dangerous out there, there many demons lurking out there! If you leave you’ll get hurt and I won’t be able to protect you, please don’t leave! You’re the only one for me!”

“If you leave me and brother would be heartbroken! My brother trusts you a lot and thinks of you as a close friend- and I love you! So if you leave us, just think about it, we’ll both be alone and sad, so just stay here with me.. please.”

; ɢʏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏ

When you tell him he didn’t hear you at first until his mind processes it after a couple seconds

“Uh huh, that’s nice- wait hold on..”

He’s very intrigued and wouldn’t ask questions and instead say thank you for trusting him so much to tell him

He loves you a lot and for you to tell him something so important and secretive, he really appreciates it

He doesn’t ask questions about the future of demons

The last thing he wants to do is hurt you and make it seem like he’s using you

Instead he’ll ask questions about your life before such as family and friends and the occasional questions concerning the agriculture of the future.

He finds it weird and stupid how much fashion has changed sometimes

“Okay but, what’s the point of wearing ripped pants? You just look homeless and goofy as hell.”

Yes, he likes the new slang and uses it cus he finds it funny

“People show more skin nowadays, bold, I like it.”

If you want to leave to go somewhere, that’s fine with him

He’ll just be watching from afar to make sure nothing happens to you

He does get a bit agitated when people get too close to you

Thinks you’re too good for him so he’s going to be very protective of you because he thinks someone as special as you, deserves to be protected.

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