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naisilla · 2 months

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The Emperor's New Muse Part .6

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: Shopping Trip, Saving Jinx, Talking to Sona, Kayn plots something...

That night was quite odd. You had finally poured your heart out about the many years of pain, suffering, and struggle you faced. You found a sense of understanding and comfort in sharing this with someone

After touching down and porting you could finally exit the ship along with the rest of the crew. You had arrived at a planet abundant in markets and by the looks of the large crates that Malphite was carrying they were going to cash in whatever was inside.

Jinx was skipping ahead of the group, carefree and eager to look around the shops most likely for some more unstable weapons to add to her needlessly large collection. Curious to know you look to Yasuo who walks calmly yet confidently to your left.

"So....what's in the box?"

"Harvested Hydraxal Super Squid organs."

"Oh.....nice"

Yasuo chuckles. "They sell for a high price which helps us to keep running". You nod and watch as Yasuo and Malphite split off from the rest. "Feel free to look around the markets with Jinx and Sona, women love shopping right?" You playfully send Yasuo a death glare.

"I wouldn't know, I've never had enough credits for shopping". The tone in your voice is sarcastic. With a smirk on his face, Yasuo throws a small object towards you which you manage to catch with your fast reflexes.

"What is this?" You ask inspecting the slender card.

"I am putting you in charge of our money"

You stare back at Yasuo shocked. "What!? Why me??"

"Because I can't trust Jinx with it for obvious reasons-"

"Last time I maxed out our card on buying an 85" ft tall inflatable duck," Jinx says appearing next to you to whisper in your ear. "It's still floating out there in the Valoran Galaxy".

Yasuo groans remembering that previous endeavor. "Just keep an eye on Jinx and stick with Sona, feel free to buy yourself any essentials now that you're one of us," Yasuo says giving you a nod before joining back up with Malphite as the two head down the alleyway with the more exotic stalls.

The stalls were crowded by diverse alien shoppers, all going about their business. You found yourself having to strategically weave through the horde, trying to keep up with Jinx who was constantly on the verge of escaping your line of sight.

While you were uncomfortably having to squeeze through the crowd, Sona had the sea of people parting to let her through. Of course they let the pretty one through without a second thought. You push on forward, keeping your eyes on the bright locks of orange hair that bounce ahead.

"Jinx! Wait up!" you yell trying to be heard over the loud atmosphere of the markets. But of course either Jinx couldn't hear or couldn't give a shit. Letting out a frustrated sigh you slow down your advances.

Jinx can look after herself, it wasn't like she could drain the crew's entire credit account without you. She's been here before many times most likely, you'd just have to trust she knew her way around. What's the worst that can happen.

Sometimes foreshadowing is relatively obvious.

You take a moment to stop and look around. Stalls were packed tightly together each one of them decorated with bright colors, some displayed clothing, others jewelry, weapons, and food. You found yourself eyeing the stalls displaying racks of clothes. You were still stuck wearing that outfit Kayn had gifted you and you hated it. You hated how you were still tied to the Ordinal and therefore the empire.

Jinx had offered you her spare clothes when you first officially joined the crew, but not only were you the wrong size, but she only had one spare outfit and despite her being persistent you weren't going to do that to her.

Your hand runs through the hanging articles of clothing, browsing through as you try to find something nice but practical enough for your style. Sona who stood next to you also was examining the front table with various folded tops, carefully picking one to hold out in front of her, then delicately folding it perfectly, and neatly placing it back.

It felt odd, being given the freedom to buy something nice for yourself. You felt an uneasy pressure burden your chest. It felt so rude to spend someone else's money on yourself like this, sure you were given the all clear but the guilt made it feel so illegal.

Your attention snaps to a commotion somewhere in the distance, aggressive voices rising in volume. A crowd is forming a few stalls away. Intrigued, you strain to see what's going on at the center and notice the all-too-familiar orange locks of hair. Dammit Jinx!

It was only a matter of time before she managed to get herself into trouble. A part of you wants to stay out of this, but you do feel somewhat responsible for her actions.

Jinx was trapped in the center of a crowd, backed up against a weapons stall where a broken gun lay on the display table. "You broke it you buy it." Lectured the gruff voice of the merchant, a burly older man with scars tattooing his skin.

"I barely even touched that crusty gun! That thing was already broken!" Jinx snapped back, standing her ground against the towering shopkeeper. The sight reminiscent of a chihuahua barking off at a mastiff.

You squeeze your way through the crowd once again and approach the two. The cruel glare of the merchant snaps to you and his upper lip pulls back in a snarl. "Back off Missy, this ain't ya business". His voice warned you to back off, and usually you would. Back in Zaun, you took no interest outside of your own business. If there was ever a commotion you keep your head down, eyes lowered, and walk away.

You can't help but feel frustrated at how often she acts irresponsibly. Why was she always throwing herself at the first sight of trouble? She's always destroying something with her insane antics. That's all she does, she ruins things, it's what she loves. You were ready to just pay upfront and bullshit some apologetic angel personality when you looked at Jinx. Her eyes, they trembled. Her eyebrows were furrowed and the tone in her voice was meek. Jinx was always shameless when she broke something, but this time she was denying it, she was being honest.

Your head lifts itself up so your eyes can meet his in a defiant stare. "Leave her alone she didn't break it". The merchant twists his bulky frame to face you. "You didn't see shit bitch stop acting like a hero because you ain't one." Your eyes dart to the broken gun.

"How did she break it?"

"I didn't break it y/n, I only picked it up. It was too weak in firepower anyways, I could tell from its cartridge chamber, so I put it back and was going to check out the next stall when Mr Judge Judy over here yelled at me to pay for it. I turned around and now it's in pieces, I swear I didn't do that!"

"You lying brat! yes you did! I saw it with my own eyes! Stupid bitch handled it too roughly then slammed it onto my table causing it to fall apart!"

You walk over to closely investigate the gun, it was a simple pistol with most of its core parts snapped off. "How does a top quality gun shatter with a bit of handling?" You point out tiny cut marks along where each piece broke away. "Did she do this too? These marks look suspiciously like a knife being used to purposely separate these pieces." Gesturing to Jinx you add "My teammate here doesn't possess any kind of blade."

To prove herself Jinx lifts her arms and pulls out the inner fabric of her pockets emptying them of random junk like bottle caps, coins, and lint. Not a single blade in sight. "You know me y/n I don't do knives, guns are my style".

With a confident smile you turn back to the shop owner, now aware of the decorative knives that hang on the wall behind him along with a handy tactical knife sheathed in his belt. "If you are willing to throw accusations then I'd like to suggest that maybe you purposely broke a dupe gun you swapped with the original to frame unassuming customers into paying for it?"

On a whim, you reach over the table and fish around behind. The Merchant is taken by surprise by your bold intrusive move and isn't able to react in time before you reel back with a perfectly intact gun in your hand. The original.

With the evidence shown before the crowd of onlookers, the shop owner sputters before snarling. "That's just another gun! She broke the original one!" You glare back.

"That's bullshit and you know it!"

The merchant slams his large hands onto his bench causing everything on it to jump. "You've been enough trouble here!" He pulls out a large gun aiming it at you.

Jinx jumps in without hesitation and whips out Zappy. "Don't worry y/n! I've got this!" With a smug smirk, Jinx pulls the trigger....nothing happens. Instantly her smile is wiped from her face. "Uh oh"

BANG, the merchants gun lets off a powerful round and the crowd disperses, scattering instantly. You grab Jinx and dive behind one of the stalls. You are stunned and taken off guard by the sudden escalation of the conflict. In the corner of your eye, you see Sona duck down and cover her ears as the gunshot pierces your ears. The sudden flash and bang causes your heart to skip a beat.

"What are you doing!? Run!" Jinx yells, jumping to her feet and grabbing at your arm. She pulls you up and takes off racing further down the market aisles. You get dragged along struggling to not trip under your own legs. Shit wheres Sona!? You look over your shoulder, Sona isn't following, you can't see her anywhere. She must've gotten lost. As for the merchant, it seems you lost him too.

You drag your heels forcing Jinx to slow down. "We're safe Jinx" You tell her pulling back against her grip on you, forcing her to stop. Jinx is huffing as the adrenaline wears off. "Holy heck y/n you actually saved me!" You scoff.

"That gun was pointed at me too". Jinx ignores that and interrupts you with a hug, hanging off your neck in an act of personal space invasion. You are forced to support her from falling by wrapping your arms around her back.

"You saved meee~" Jinx giggles looking up at you with a cheerful and slightly crazed look. "You must like me~". You immediately let go of her causing her to fall onto her butt with an oof.

From around a corner comes Yasuo, Malphite, and Sona. Looks like the templar went out to get the captain. Yasuo approaches you with an impressed expression. "You actually managed to handle Jinx for an hour". You scoff and roll your eyes. Jinx, gets up and runs over to Malphite who looks relieved to see she's ok. You watch as he places two of his large blue hands on her shoulders. "You not hurt?" Jinx shakes her head, her pigtails swooshing with the motion. "Nah big guy I got away" Jinx assures him.

Malphite undeterred looks over the human anyway, carefully moving her to inspect for any injuries. He was so gentle with her, it was a complete contrast to the brutal beast you were used to seeing in a fight. Satisfied with Jinx's wellbeing Malphite smiles and pulls her into a hug. "I'm happy Jinx safe!" It was a sweet moment between two friends.

"Well we got our paycheck from our organ harvest," Yasuo says looking at you.

"Oh yeh? How much profit did you make?" You ask curiously.

"one million credits-"

"ONE MILLION CREDITS!?" Yasuo chuckles at your astonishment.

"Told ya they sell for a fortune."

You've never heard about so much credits being made from one trip, you could barely make 290 credits a week on your minimum wage job back in Zaun. Damn, you should've become a space pirate ages ago.

Yasuo notices how neither you, Jinx or Sona has yet to buy something. No thanks to Jinx's antics. "Looks like we still have to stock up on supplies."

Back on the Morningstar everyone had returned after a thankfully uneventful shopping trip. The ship was refueled on ora, the kitchen was restocked with food allowing you to finally move on with your journey.

And finally, you had your own basic wardrobe of your own clothes along with all your own essential living needs. For the first time in forever, you got to revel in a hot shower. Washing off the collective grime of the last few days, you finally felt renewed and fresh.

Compared to your old life this was luxury, you felt like you were getting royal treatment how ironic that all of this was considered normal living standards.

There were times you shocked the members with how different you were. Yasuo didn't believe you when you mentioned you'd never seen a movie before as you'd only read books, especially to help you learn to speak Piltrovan and Demaxian. You simply never could afford a tv to watch such trivial things on.

Jinx had to teach you how to play gaming consoles which you must admit was the most fun you'd ever had. It got so confusing learning the different button mechanics between consoles but after you got the hang of it you enjoyed spending time with everyone playing games like Mario Kart, Street Fighter, and Just Dance.

Over time you quickly adapted to modern technology. However, there was still an undercurrent of tension regarding the subject of the empire.

You were still being hunted by Kayn and eventually, you would be found and when that happened it was going to be a dire situation. Sona was in a lot of danger of being recaptured by the locus armada and after experiencing what Kayn had done to you when pissed off you were terrified for Sona.

Speaking of Sona, she still remained a mystery to you. Since joining the Morning Star the templar has yet to properly speak to you. She was the quiet type to begin with mostly communicating through hand gestures and nodding. But not a word had been spoken aloud to you in person.

You wondered why so was so quiet to the point of being mute, was it trauma? was it just how she is? was there some sort of medical issue? It would be rude to ask.

Currently Sona was once again looking out of the window, far beyond the space outside. Seemingly lost in thought. Timidly you approach the templar and join her in staring out into the cosmos beyond the glass.

There's a silence that lingers between the two of you, one that comes as a soothing space from the usual chaos and noise from being with the other members. Despite being in a normally awkward situation you felt calm and relaxed just chilling next to Sona.

When Kayn does come it'll be up to you to save everyone. Your inner feelings of hesitation and doubt are overwhelming. You could either choose to face Kayn head-on and attempt to appeal to his humanity, which may very well be impossible at this point. Or you could confiscate the darkin weapon, hoping that Rhaast wouldn't corrupt him further. Or you could do the deed yourself, and attempt to end the threat before it truly starts.

The clock is still ticking, and you feel an urgency to make a choice soon. However, given the situation, you can't truly say what's the right decision to take...

You know you've come a very long way, this is a far cry from being beaten mercilessly and raped in the fractal shear as you were when you were still being held hostage by Kayn. You now have a chance to save lives and redeem yourself.

You take your eyes away from the universe and back to Sona. Her tranquil eyes remain fixed on the distant star ahead. She is a calming presence, one that makes you feel safe and protected. You cannot help but feel like this is where you are meant to be, at home, watching the stars, and not worrying about all the other issues plaguing your world.

"Why won't Jarvan act? All it would take is a single decree."

Sona's voice was like a silvery echo within your mind, it took your breath away, because her voice was actually in your head, she was communicating to you telepathically. Of course she can, she's magical.

"The Empire's King has ignored the objections of my Templar's Order, laying claim to almost all inhabited systems in their pursuit of Ora. Their greed fuels their gluttony."

"Tell me about it".

Sona's golden eyes transfix onto yours.

"I see your pain, the rage you hold against the empire...I too resent the empire for what they've done.

The Empire never respected the Templar Order, we were seen as religious fanatics. They left us alone until the day the lure called us. A voice speaking from beyond the ring clusters of empty planets.

I was in some caves with a group of other templars, we were investigating the source of the lure. For we saw frightening visions of the universe being consumed by dark stars.

Whatever was out there was the root of evil and it was important that we as guardians of Ora do whatever it takes to protect the universe.

Before we could find out what the lure was the locus armada arrived along with other parties that were all drawn to the voice like ourselves.

They shackled us and beaten a few of my people, and some even extracted the ora-derived bio-enhancements, brutally tearing them from our bodies. We became prisoners to the Ordianal Sheida Kayn, he interrogated us. I remember him placing a gun onto our Leader Korobak's forehead, when he defied the Ordinal's questioning, he switched his aim onto me.

That’s the imperialist mentality. They threaten us. They brutalized us. Then they prepared to kill us.

Yet despite that, I said nothing. That way the empire would get nothing, I was prepared to pass through the Ora Gate with the blessing of all Templars, and the satisfaction of knowing He had been defied.

I was spared, but I was taken hostage and I would've been trapped within the locus armada if it wasn't for the rebel group that broke me out. Unfortunately, the man who escorted me to my freedom was killed by the Ordinal..."

As she speaks, you can't help but feel the weight of her words. You see the empire from her perspective, a warmongering nation hellbent on its greed and domination. It takes a strong will to oppose such overwhelming power, and Sona has made her stance perfectly clear.

"Do you think the empire can be stopped?" you ask her.

"I don't know." Sona's words carried a tinge of hopelessness.

"The Empire has the strength to take any territory by force, and they have, the Demaxian Empire has succeeded with barely a fraction of planet systems left to stand independent.

I believe a greater conflict is on the horizon. The empire's expansion is relentless but only an inconvenience to the cataclysmic threat that Rhaast and his puppet Kayn bring to the universe.

There will be the day of reckoning that the Ora gates open and whatever abysmal entities lurk beyond will come into our world and plague it with darkness."

You shake your head in denial "We're not letting that happen Sona. We can stop Kayn."

Sona continues to look sullen not persuaded by your determination and returns to look out of the window...

Somewhere across the universe the Fractal Shear prowls in orbit. Kayn stands proudly facing the grand window, staring out into the vast abstractness of stars and nebulas.

Despite his calm and confident composure, the Ordinal was tense. His left arm discreetly grips his scythe impatiently, fingers wrapping then unwrapping themselves around the handle.

"The Morningstar continues to elude you Kayn."

"I don't see you helping in tracking those troublesome little rats".

"I'm the scythe, all I do is help".

Kayn scoffs, scowling at his reflection in the glass. "Whatever I don't need you to rule the universe."

"Then why can't you put me down".

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Kayn strides away from the window, towards the command center. Various hologram monitors display the last known sightings of the Morningstar, just seeing the faces of the crew was infuriating to the Ordinal.

His fist slams down onto the table with a harsh thud, the hologram flickers for a moment.

"Dammit! It's been four months and I still haven't retrieved the Templar!"

Kayn's lips pull back in a seething sneer, his singular eye twitches uncontrollably.

"With the Templar allied with the Morningstar crew, there comes the chance that they will open the ora gate first."

"They are unworthy of unlocking the secrets of the ora gate, there's no way Sona would actually reveal the key to Captain Yasuo."

"Sona sought him out specifically after escaping your interrogation, perhaps he is more complex than we had realized".

"That drunken loser? He barely qualifies as a Captian, Yasuo was a nobody before I framed him for the gruesome murder of Yone".

"Ahh yes the mercenary that broke the Templar free".

"And the brother of this space pirate wannabe, it'll be poetic when I kill him next." Kayn regains his calm composure and brings up files of collected data of each Morningstar crew member; Yasuo, Sona, Jinx, Malphite, and you.

Kayn sharply inhales when he looks at your file. How humiliating, you had completely fooled him when you first met. Not only were you capable at matching him in combat but you were working for the wretched Morningstar the whole time.

He allowed you to escape him. To Kayn you were just some rebel wannabe, someone who was barely an inconvenience to an empire. But you were more than that, you were a spy. You snuck through the Locus Armadas guard, took on an unassuming facade, and fooled them all. And he let you free.

You could've gotten away with obtaining crucial knowledge about his army. He let you sit in the control center without being blindfolded or restrained, He led you into his personal chambers, He even-

"Damn that deceiving vixen! When I get to that bitch I'l-"

"Fuck her brutally like you did last time?" Rhaast's crude insinuation causes Kayn to stop and glare at the scythe. The anger in his eye is palpable, and it's clear he is furious with Rhaast's comment.

He can't believe that he allowed you to deceive him like that, to get the best of him.

He can't handle the humiliation.

"Shut up, damn it!" he yells. Rhaast lets out a dark laugh, enjoying every bit of the heated exchange and taunting the Ordinal.

Kayn is a master at suppressing his anger and hiding it under the cool exterior of control, but since you came along he's been losing his grip and it infuriated him.

He needed to become stronger, Kayn was now determined to grow bigger as a threat that there would be no chance he could lose again.

"If I am to unlock my latent powers through the ora gate I will need to devote more time to hunting the Morningstar and I need to improve my current abilities."

The Ordinal takes his scythe and walks out of the command centre, passing by his elite soldiers who nod at him with respect. None of them aware that their Ordinal openly talks to what they perceive to be an inanimate scythe.

With supreme confidence, Kayn marches through the fractal shear, descending deeper and deeper into the ship. He approaches a door at the end of a barren hallway, out of view of both personal and security alike.

Only Kayn can unlock this door and after scanning his left eye the panel clicks and slides open allowing the Ordinal entrance. Inside is a dim room, thick mist creeps along the floor and an electric hum is all that resonates inside.

Once stepping in everything becomes illuminated, the walls and ceilings are lined with pipes that run along each other in intricate patterns. At the centre of it all is a podium with a glass case, a chamber, full of golden essence.

"Is that?-"

"Pure, raw ora. My personal stash." Kayn walks over towards it standing before the chamber watching in suppressed awe as the ora inside reacts to his presence. It warps and flows, collecting itself as if attracted to the Ordinal...or his scythe.

He grabs onto a tube that is plugged into the machine and pulls it out, the tendril releasing with a forced hiss in his hand. Kayn brings it to his bio-enhanced arm. The gold armored appendage clicking as a panel shifts, revealing an interface with an opening for the hose to attach to.

"Kayn, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing Rhaast?"

"But, you're King... I thought he forbid such things."

"You and I both know that King Jarvan has grown weak, his apprehension is what holds this empire back. Unlike him I take risks, unlike him I have what it takes to progress and unlike him I act".

Kayn plugs the tube into his arm connecting himself to the ora chamber, the pressure releases, and immediately the ora begins to pump itself into Kayn's arm.

The Ordinal lets out a pained growl but doesn't cease the procedure, he grips onto the top of the chamber to keep himself upright. His body tenses as more and more ora is introduced into his system. Sweat accumulates across his brow and his teeth bare with the pain. Rhaast can only watch on with intrigue...

Part Seven: Here

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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i fr love the black phone but never see any fics where the reader is a guy, so i thought id contribute in a timely manner, but im also still getting used to writing him so pls cut me some slack, i kinda hate it but i wanna put out something🙏🙏 requests r amazing and so r comments and notes

i made another quick fic based on a request if yall wanna check it out👍

Warnings: Kidnapping, possessive/obsessiveness, language, harsh treatment

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I'm trying my best

The gravel sunk under your feet as you took another step, trudging home from school on your way to visit Robin, whom caught you in school asking for more tutoring. Even though you were years older, it was never any hard work to help an old friend, he and you had always been there in each others lives.

With the air starting to grow colder, you took a right onto the neighborhood. The neighborhood lined with 'Missing Children' posters came into view, and automatically you felt claustrophobic, the constant reminder of the quick disappearances of multiple kids who you knew made this street all the worse. No cars, no body outside, and maybe it was bias, but it felt colder there than anywhere else.

You knew you had no choices but to keep walking, you knew Robins house was less than ten minutes and you had already promised him. Taking a deep breath, you continued, making your way around the rigid fence, keeping your head down to not be noticeable. Walking along the fence wasn't bad, until you heard a car door ahead slam shut, and heavy footsteps walking in your direction.

"Why hello! I'm so sorry to bother you on your walk, but you see, I'm supposed to be delivering to this street- uh,, Klerison? Could you point me in the right direction?"

That shouldve been your first red flag. Why didnt he just stay in his car to ask, or go somewhere busier, but it hadnt slipped in your mind yet, so as anyone would, you, uncomfortably walked towards the taller man to help. As you walked on, you noticed he was in peculiar clothing, a black golfing shirt? and an oddly long red undershirt that hugged his neck nicely. His white face paint gave him a stranger look, but the top hat and outfit pull it all together in a weird way.

"Uh yeah, youre gonna wanna go east of here, it'll be near the grocery store off route five."

You could see his smile grow, and his eyes light up, almost as if something else came to mind. You looked up to speak to him, and his eyes darted to yours, holding the gaze till he mentioned something else. His voice soft and jolly while he kept intimidating yet secure eyes on you.

"What a sweet boy! Hey, for that, why don't I give you something nice, as a reward?"

He motioned for you to go to the back with him, and out of kindness you obliged, checking your watch just to make sure you have time.

With a swift opening, the back door of the van opened, and out came a bundle of black balloons.

"You see, I'm a magician, and I thought it'd be nice to give you something from my act,"

He them pulled out the balloons and something else, and began shaking the unknown object. You were slightly freaking out, why would a stranger you so many balloons and why were you still listening to him, but your thoughts were cut short from a quick fist to your jaw with pain shooting everywhere in your face, then a canister spraying something in your mouth.

Your instincts kicked in, late, but still tried to help. Kicking and punching was the go to, but before your body was submerged in the van, you scratched his face and arms in an attempt of escape, but the canisters affect had already started, and you just got weaker, and in the end, fate chose him over you.

Waking up, the first odors that hit you were repugnant. Brass and copper filled your nose before you could process anything else, and you crawled back to escape them, but they just kept swarming you. You tried to open your eyes, but your vision was entirely obscured, blurry surroundings only made your heart race, but not as much when you saw a figure sitting at the edge of your ratty mattress.

"Fucking bitch, I should've hit you harder, you see what you did to me?"

You stared blankly at his wound, for some reason it was still open and he hadn't bandaged it, maybe for shock value, but for now your head was pounding, and all you could do was stare. His voice was harder and raspier, a huge change from the man you met asking for directions. But he soon closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at you.

And as moments passes, his body language changed, and he put a hand out to you, a forgiving aura overcame the room in an instance. The outreached hand touched your hair gently, in a caring manner, and you could see him admiring your face. You had no choice but to sit, and with this spared time, you glanced at him. His face covered by a hand crafted devil mask, smiling cruelly at you. You assumed its purpose was to scare, and it was getting the job done, you were frozen as a stranger caressed you in his strange basement.

"I'm sorry, my anger got ahold of me, I don't want to scare you dove. I just wanted to make sure you're ok."

You just nodded, but that seemed to satisfy him, better than when you just stared.

"Well, how about as a present, I'll get you a soda- and maybe a new shirt, yours has a pesky little stain from earlier!"

The magician giggled as he got up, smiling behind the mask. His body motion was slow and prolonging, like he didn't want to leave, but as quick as he came into your life, he brightly stepped out of it, locking the metal door to leave you to your thoughts.

Days had come and gone from your meeting, and he had visited more times than you could count, some of which you weren't awake for, and you and him had gotten to know each other quite a bit. But you did notice that when he wasn't present, he left the door unlocked, maybe it was a trap, maybe he's forgetful, either way, you began scheming.

You had started to pick up on his little game, and you were holding out for just long enough to push him over the brink of exhaustion, him being passed out on the chair gave you perfect way to the door behind him, no lock, and still a way out. You needed to get outside, you could feel your mind slipping and you started to become fond on your kidnapper, and that terrified you.

The night came, and you knew it. In the morning he was distraught and anxious, he lingered longer than usual, watching you eat the breakfast he made, making light talk. He was cracking, and it was something to take advantage of.

You began by opening the door bit by bit. Tonight, he decided to try the game again, but you outstayed him as the night ran longer. Hearing his fragile sleep, you knew to be quick. You slowly unlocked the wooden door, and as suspected, the man was there, belt in right hand, shirt unbuttoned, but dead asleep. Taking careful steps, you brushed passed him, and got your hand on the door handle, twisting it open without a creak, and stepping out.

There was something you didn't take account for,

He had installed a security system for the doors, alarming when someone has been seen outside, and sending a ping to house phone.

Within the moment of hearing the phone ring, you ran, and it didn't take long for him to realize it was you either.

The wind whipped against your face as you booked it from his backyard to the streets, your lungs burning from the sudden amount of physical movement, you hadnt really done anything besides sit in the basement. Your feet were soaring for the first time in ages and you made it onto the sidewalk, and you felt free, the outside of a basic neighborhood had never looked so sweet. Your panting had gotten louder, but that didn't drown the sound of heavy- and angry footsteps behind you.

With a house in reach, you thought you were fine, but as you were taken back and slammed to the grass, right before you had the chance to make it in view of a houselight.

The mans legs soon found their way pinning you down, and a hand went across your hip, then the other fished something out of his pocket.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE-"

You quickly found out the item, a knife found its way to your neck and pressed hard, giving you an unspoken warning.

"If you say one more thing I will not hesitate to fucking show you how far this knife can go into your throat."

His panting was directed onto your shoulder to keep quiet as he frantically held you down, he watched as the houses slowly lost interest and shut off their lights.

His legs soon maneuvered to on top of you, and now you were completely under him, his weight wasn't there for long, as he re-enacted a familiar scene, and raised a fist, landed it against your head, then having your vision quickly send a goodbye. A sense of impending doom rested in your stomach as you felt him in your last moments awake picking you up.

Waking up wasnt only hell from your migraine, but you also found that you were not alone. An angry, but anxiety induced devil mask stared at you, and when you rubbed your eyes, it stood up and clapped his hands once.

"What a lovely stunt from a lovely boy."

You could tell his breathing was hard, and his fists were clutched, shaking ever so slightly, but his raspy voice while speaking only made you tremble while looking up at him. He, however, wasted no time in confronting you, walking right onto your mattress, and sitting infront of you, quickly grapsing your wrist and pulling you towards him. His hot breath once again hitting you. He was grasping your wrists tightly, not letting you get away again.

"Why did you- No! Nothing was right, why did you run? We are fine here! You, you are mine here, nothing else can free you from that, so why not just make it a comfortable living?"

To your surprise, he was upset, not in the way you suspected. He was offended by what you did, intrigued and aggravated that you tried to leave him. Without a warning, he pulled you into him and just held you, feeling that you were there and basking in the moment. He sighed and picked you up,

"Thank god I'm here protecting you, you scraped yourself, lets go get ice and a bandaid."

As he firmly guided you to the stairs, you saw the belt lying on the table with a reminder next to it that described a crude fate that awaited you, and you knew that if you're going to live, you'd have to get friendly with him

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I wrote and edited this in one night because i was too excited, but i also know hes a new character n i need to get to know how to write him better👍👍 So my b if its sloppy, but as always; suggestions/request, likes n reposts r always lit and recommended💪

#the grabber x reader #the black phone #theblackphone #the grabber #2022 #hot killer #gay #queer #x male reader #x slasher #reader x slasher #robin arellano #finny blake #kidnapped reader #so damn tired

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Time for round 2 of my look back on Stede's S1 clothes with the new layers added by S2.

This will probably entirely be focused on episode 4, because there's a heck of a lot of stuff going on here, what with the flashbacks and everything.

I've done previous posts about a lot of his outfits in Bridgetown that make him blend in with the backgrounds, but I also want to take a look at them in the context of who he was and the people around him.

First we have the carriage suit, when he's basically being sold off in marriage for a land-contract.

Compared to his father's austere black outfit, Stede's outfit is very, very dramatically different with the patterns. But specifically, it is the colour and pattern of the interior of the carriage. Like the carriage, he is a commodity, an object to be used and disposed with as Dad Bonnet sees fit.

Also I love that they put Stede and Mary in opposite colour palettes from the word go: she's in light clothes while his are mostly dark; he's sitting on a pale seat with a darker background while she's sitting on a dark seat with a pale one. A set up for contrast and contradiction.

Next we cut to the wedding flashback and Stede's still in the same cut and style of coat, but like Mary has an extra froth of lace on his cravat. It's a wedding. Gots to be special. (And again, the blue/white froth combo when he's near the sea)

The colour of the coat is fascinating. Reds, browns and grey with that splash of teal in there. It's not a colour we see Stede in much, but significantly, across both seasons red in a fabric becomes the symbol of love. Here it's subdued and dulled down by stronger colours, which makes sense when he's a man who wanted to marry for love. No place for all-out red here.

When we jump forward several years, the clothes are telling more of a story. Stede is in blue-toned (sea) clothing when we know he's already well on his way to planning his ship, while Mary is dressed in earthy tones (land) with flowers.

They're in contrasting colours again. There's no scene where they're together that they ever actually match their clothing. Even in the family painting from episode 1, Stede is in his blue tones while Mary and the children are in warm yellows and browns.

But - adorably - when Stede is playing with the kids, they're wearing shades of blues and greens like he was, a sign that he did have some connection with them, even as tenuous as it was.

And look at that scale motif on his waistcoat :D Someone had mermish aspirations.

On we go and to the wedding anniversary gifts and what I love about this outfit is that this is the very, very first time we see all Stede's outfit turn towards the warmer end of the spectrum.

He's had his ship built and he's about to tell his wife about it and this is the closest he's come to matching her right before he tells her this fab thing he's done for the whole family, including her. His waistcoat is nearly identical in colour to her dress.

The fact that he dons her colour and it's the same colour as his battle jacket? Interesting, no? Which also happens to be the colour of cowardice and fear. And yet ironically, also hope and warmth. It's a fine, fine line.

And then we have the nightshirt with the golden waves embroidered on it. Sir, your yearning is strong.

Oh and to get back on the yellow horse, our man ran away without telling one while wearing a yellow outfit. That really is his colour coded towards being afraid but Doing the Thing anyway.

And now, we're back to the present and Stede is once more in his bed nook in his yellow battle jacket, lamenting what a terrible pirate he is. Second time in 4 episodes. Well done, sir. Your emoting Jacket is working.

And I just had to take a moment to go and cackle into a cushion when I was capping the next moment, because Stede's next outfit is comprised of what I like to call the Slutty Red Breeches of Lurve.

Because he went into his closet with this man who showed a keenness for fingering fine fabrics and especially asked about silk. So what does our man Stede do? Grabs a pair of silk breeches in the canonically confirmed colour of love and holds them right in front of his crotch with a beaming, optimistic smile on his face :D

And the very very next frigging scene starts with Blackbeard's head level in the shot with Stede's red-clad crotch. I mean. I JUST. I'M THINKING THINGS.

But digressing. Yes. Stede does in fact have Pants of Lurve. And more significantly, he lets Ed get into his pants within an hour of meeting him 🤣

Also significantly Stede keeping his collar open is new. He's had it open before after being locked up or having his shirt shredded, but he's being a little saucy and wearing a gaping nearly translucent shirt with no waistcoat. Positively a harlot XD Combine that with the red "come touch my silk" breeches, he is flirting with his clothes, even if he doesn't realise it.

And last but not least, we have Stede's final outfit of the episode:

What I love the most about this is that it's clear he's absolutely comfy in those clothes. Right now, he looks so out of place in it, because we've only seen him presenting himself the way he thinks he has to present himself.

Yes, he likes his silks and frills and fripperies, but knowing that down the line, he gets leather trousers of his own, he's not limiting himself to what he thinks he should wear's meant to wear to fit in. He's a man who wears what he wants and likes, regardless of whether he "should" :)

Episode 1 - 3 / Episodes 5-6

#ofmd #ofmd meta #stede bonnet #ofmd costuming

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love-is-a-pearl · 6 months

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Do you ever just wonder if the writers were secretly rooting for Ash and Dawn to become a couple for their entire time together? Like, cmon. The Sky Bouquet, that one obscure manga series they had together, that damn Dominos commercial, Dawn being there for Ash’s most important battle, their entire thing being the fact that they’re best friends, like cmon they had to have know what they were doing, right?

Eh, I would love to say yes lmao but honestly pokeani always enjoyed some shipping bait. There was plenty of moments for misty and may before, and serena after it (not to mention the sheer gayness that is movie04 despite the problematic implications, gary, ritchie, goh and other charas of the day). pokeani staff just likes putting those kiddos in romantic situations *shrugs*

I think the most likely thing is that the staff just liked dawn lmao. would explain why they would put her in a cute outfit for the domino's ad but not ash (in fact i think even his animation is reused there while hers is completely unique)

I think there was even an interview about her cameos in JN where they did say those exact words :v (rica, aka ash's JP voice actor; even called her cute which kills me cause i wish someone would have recorded it so we could have audio of sato calling hika cute sioahxias)

Now, what they were thinking when they brought her for the Leon battle is a mistery to me. Like, why not Delia? Brock? Cerise and fam if they just needed someone else to be there with Chloe? Why even send Goh away??? Like, my pearl brain can only reason that that's because she is his most important person so duh, but like, objectively????? I DONT UNDERSTAND???

#answered asks #speaking of rica #the way she says hikari and daijobu in songs post DP also makes me a little insane #like she says it so soflty #is it on purpose???#do you wanna share something with us rica my darling?#if she's officially not affiliated with pokeani anymore i would love for her to talk about it lmao #and other shit #i just would love to know behind the cameras stuff

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lopezjensby58 · 2 years

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luobingmeis · 3 years

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do u ever see a photo of urself and ur just like “that’s me but that is the most not-me picture i have ever seen”

#i took my grad pics last week and this is how i feel abt them aksjdjhs #like they’re nice pictures!! and i’m happy with how they came out!!!!!#but they feel so performed and not me lmao #partially bc like.#u know how people talk abt how influencers don’t really have a style #it’s just the same clothes and same makeup and everything?#like it’s very obvious that i ‘learned’ how to take grad pics from the girls on my ig feed #but like. it’s so not my style i just don’t know how to function on camera.#so like the literal style itself while cute is not like......... my thing #i just needed a model for what to do #but also like?? idk any time i dress conventionally feminine #like dresses / skirts #it just feels like a performance like. idk if masking is the right word??? but like #they’re nice outfits!! but like #for ex last month i went out with some school friends and a professor for lunch #and i wanted to dress nice #but the only way i know how to ‘dress nice’ is to dress conventionally feminine #and while i objectively loved the outfit i put together. the entire time i just felt like i was. performing.#but of course that is added to by the fact that i do kinda follow my school friends when it comes to social stuff #so for the most part i’m bouncing off of them #but for my grad pics i was with my best friends and like. they came out nice!! and i like the outfit #but i’ve been looking at those pics for so long and trying to figure out what’s getting me abt them and it just. idk. doesn’t feel like me?#like they’re nice pictures but they just feel generic and performed and like.#idk if this is a gender thing or a social thing but it just feels like.#like i’m trying to be ‘just one of the girls’ except im a very obvious imposter #[and by ‘girls’ i mean trying to mimic what i see in the girls i’m friends with]#but yeah again idk if that’s a gender thing or a social thing or both ajsjdjsjjs #it’s just!!! weird idk #like i like the pics but they. don’t quite feel like me but i also don’t know what i’m looking for in myself so!!!!#also it probably doesn’t help that i have been having some. ah. issues with myself as of late!!!!!

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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DANCING QUEEN | T.S.

Pairing: dilf!tony stark x plus size!fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: age gap, mamma mia themed birthday party? picture in moldboard does not depict the reader, plus size reader isn't actually mentioned 'tis just for me

Summary: your boyfriend has a bad habit of spoiling you despite your objection and you were a fool to think your birthday would be any different

A/n: listen, I'm nothing if not predictable

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Tony’s eyes hadn’t drifted from your frame from the moment you stepped onto the dancefloor with Wanda. If he were a better man, he would’ve tried to hide that, but he wasn’t and he had no shame in showing the entire tower just how in awe he was of his girl. You were dancing so freely, so wildly, it filled his heart with warmth, knowing how much it took for you to get comfortable around people, and yet here you were with his friends, his family, and you were happy.

Your gaze sifted through the room in phases, finding something new to focus on as songs shifted, from the dozens of disco balls scattering the ceiling, multicolored fairy light hung low enough that you could catch them in your hands, silver tinsel curtains decorating the doorways, theme specific drinks and snacks being led about by waiters- Tony had managed to create the perfect little world for you, only enhanced by the brilliant, though slightly ridiculous, Mamma Mia inspired costumes he had lovingly forced everyone to wear.

He knew you didn’t care much for being spoiled, easily pleased with a small gesture or a loving smile, you needed nothing more than him and his love to make you aware of how important you were to him. But he was partial to treating you occasionally, and your birthday was no better excuse to do so, you deserved nothing but the best, after all.

“There’s my little dancing queen,” he smiled as you strolled over towards him, closing the door to the balcony behind you as you smiled back in a heartbeat. “You having fun?” he asked, your feet barely settling in place before his hand fell to your waist.

“The most,” you admitted with excitement almost oozing from your words, one hand clutching onto his arm as you looked down at your own outfit for the umpteenth time that night, mesmerized by the way the material hugged your curves, pattern matching the one from the movie almost perfectly and you couldn’t quite fathom the work that Tony had to put in to organize what you deemed the perfect night. “I still can’t believe you did this,” you admitted sheepishly, failing miserably at hiding how overwhelmed you were by the grand gesture.

“I don’t see why, you know that I’d do anything to see that pretty smile,” he mused, and you would’ve melted right there had he not placed down his drink to show you he had more to say. “Speaking of- “he began, a small smirk tugging at his lips while he held you still, hand searching his pants pocket for something. “Gift time,” he noted and pulled a folded envelope from the confines of the material.

“Gift time? You mean the party wasn’t my gift?” your brows furrowed, knowing he’d understand the sentiment behind your shock as you looked between the white paper and his face. He pulled you closer, as if trying to silently calm your lecturing nerves as you sighed lightly.

“I’m offended that you'd think that,” he teased and shrugged when you met his gaze with a soft frown. “Don’t look at me like that, I want to do something nice for my girl, is that not allowed?”

“You’ve already done something far beyond nice for me, Tony, I can’t accept this.”

“You don’t know what it is yet, silly girl,” he protested and tilted his head, almost to challenge you to try and fight him on spoiling you today of all days, which for all intents and purposes, was his free pass. “Open the envelope, sweetheart,” he insisted with a little nod as he gently forced it into your hands, all your fingers working together to open it as you sighed lightly, nearly swallowing said sighs as you pulled the contents out.

“Tony-“you gasped, eyes growing larger, if possible, as you reread the boldly printed words over and over again, just to be sure. “Are these?” your heart was pounding in your ears, excitement getting the better of you as you felt your objection to Tony’s shenanigans floating from your body.

“Two tickets to Greece? They were the last time that I checked,” he replied with that signature hint of arrogance as he looked down at you, your mind too busy processing the meaning behind the two pieces of paper to notice him pulling you closer towards him.

“Are you asking me to go to Greece with you? For two weeks? Tony, I don’t know what to say,” you were briefly made aware of two hands as they snaked around your waist and spread out across the small of your back, Tony’s smirk dipping into a smile at your state.

“Say yes,” his hands tugged you against his chest, your breathing meshing with his as warmth strangled your neck and cheeks, having to bite back a laugh at his boldness, at his uncharacteristic spontaneity with your relationship.

“It’s the middle of the semester,” you protested, more so reminding him that normal people can’t just drop everything and go on vacation because their boyfriends wanted to do something nice for them.

“I’ll make arrangements,” he noted, and you were instead reminded that Tony Stark was not a normal person, and by default, neither were you.

“And the Avengers? You cannot make arrangements to postpone crime.”

“I figure the bunch of them could survive a few days without me.”

“Tony, I don’t think I’ve even stayed at the tower for this long,” you turned shy at that, feeling his gaze turn soft as well as his hands moved up your back to secure you further in his hold, hoping that the touch would distract you from your nerves instead of adding to them.

“We’ll set some boundaries,” he promised, less cocky, more understanding as he nodded to reply to your uncertain stare, raking his eyes over your features to figure out what else you were thinking, what else you would find as an excuse, but he was happy to find none, you looking down at your hands instead, where your fingers traced the details of your trip. “Just say yes already.”

“You’re crazy,” you informed him with a shake of your head, earning a gentle laugh from his lips, the sounds vibrating through your body as you gave in to his hold completely.

“Only for you, baby,” he sighed and brought a hand to your face, thumb, and forefinger gripping your chin to guide you to look at him. “Say yes,” he repeated, and you had no control over your body as it leaned into his touch, your faces inches apart as his warm, whiskey-kissed breath fanned your already burning skin. “Say yes so that I can kiss you,” he added and furthered his words by brushing his nose against yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes closing out of pure instinct as his lips brushed over your cupid’s bow, a shiver running up your spine as he repeated the nimble action around your mouth at an intoxicating slow pace before your lips finally melted with his. “Thank you, Tony,” you breathed, fingers sculpting around his cheeks when you pulled away, knowing that as much as you objected to the act of being spoiled, he objected just as much to the notion of you thanking him for merely expressing his love for you. “I love you more than words could say.”

“Oh, I’m sure I love you even the slightest bit more than that,” he teased, and you needn’t open your eyes to know that he was smirking like the cocky bastard you knew him to be. “Happy birthday, baby,’’ he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply before guiding you right back into a kiss.

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haikyuu-sins · 2 years

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Hello hope you’re doing well🥰. Would it be okay to request some relationship/romantic headcanons for Shanks, Benn, and Ace? Thank you! Have a nice day ❤️

Warnings: None, just fluffy

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Shanks

Well, he’s not always the most romantic person, but he has his moments for sure.

Most of the time it’s goofing off and laughing and drinking with the crew (if you choose to, he’s perfectly fine if you don’t drink)

But on days where he just wants to treat you to something special, it’s very simple. He’ll prepare (with the help of Benn) a nice and romantic dinner on the island you’ve all just docked at. Sometimes it’s out where no one can disturb the two of you, other times he’s rented out an entire restaurant.

He’s extremely touchy feely. He loves to be touching you, whether it’s a hand on your thigh, or his personal favorite-on his lap. He likes to show people that you’re his.

He’s not obsessive and possessive though. He only gets like this if there’s someone who won’t leave you alone and you’re obviously uncomfortable about it. He steps in when he sees that because he knows you’ll most likely take care of it yourself. But god forbid they’re persistent.

Shanks is a very cuddly drunk so expect to be locked in his embrace when the two of you go to sleep. Like there’s no getting out of his hold and if you try to shift then he gets all whiny in his sleep.

FOREHEAD AND TOP OF THE HEAD KISSES. I REPEAT: FOREHEAD AND TOP OF THE HEAD KISSES. (when he’s feeling especially soft)

Benn Beckman

Oh man does Benn know how to treat someone!

Because he’s usually helping Shanks with setting up romantic things for his partner, he is well versed in the art of romance. (The one unromantic thing he’s done though is just assume that you know the two of you are together. He never officially asked you to be his partner until you finally came out and said “What are we? What exactly am I to you?” and he said, “What are you talking about? You’re mine.”)

Benn is a smart man, and he pays attention to everything you’ve pointed out to him, saying that you like this outfit or hat, or that pastry in the window looked delicious. Even if you don’t explicitly say something, he’ll notice when your gaze lingers on something longer than normal. You can expect that piece of clothing to be placed on your bed with a little note saying that he can’t wait to see how you look in it.

He’s not all that touchy but won’t object when you touch him. Occasionally, he’ll pull you in with your back to his chest like he’s hugging you from behind when the two of you are on the ship. He likes to have his arms draped on your shoulders so you can still talk to whoever you’re speaking to face to face. (Although he doesn’t usually do that when people are around.) Or he’ll come up behind you while you're at the edge of the ship and sneak his arms around you.

If you play with his hair while he’s falling asleep he’ll be out like a light. Usually he has some trouble sleeping but as soon as your fingers touch his hair, he’s done.

If you’re up for it, Benn would want to teach you marksmanship since he uses a rifle. Bonus points if it’s when he’s just teaching you and you hold it wrong so he has to lean down and correct you.

Portgas D. Ace

While Ace isn’t the most romantic, he really puts his heart into everything he tries to do for you but a lot of the times it just goes wrong. He tried to set up a lunch date for you two at the beach but he made it too close to the water. There ended up being a huge wave that took everything away, including him since he’s a devil fruit user. You had to drag him back out. The second time it wasn’t near the water at all, it was in a beautiful meadow, with flowers that you could see for what felt like miles. A tree ended up falling on your picnic-of course Ace wouldn’t let you get hurt and he protected you. the only thing hurt was his pride

For very obvious reasons, this man is a heater and whenever he even sees shiver even the slightest, he’s over warming you up in a heartbeat.

Just like Shanks, this man lives for affection and physical touch and he doesn’t care who sees it. You can expect him to be all up on you (not in a sexual way) at any given moment. He nuzzles into your neck and kisses your cheeks.

He’ll give you tons of kisses all over your face until he finally reaches your lips and gives you the longest one there. The entire ship teases him but he’s just happy to have you.

He fell asleep the first time he was trying to say “I love you.” He was only out for a few minutes but he finished his sentence as soon as he woke up. “I just wanted to tell you-” *sleep* *wake* “-That I really love you!”

#one piece #one piece headcanons #shanks x reader #shanks headcanons #akagami no shanks #benn beckman #beckman x reader #benn beckman headcanons #benn beckman x reader #ace x reader #ace headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace headcanons #one piece x reader

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frogtanii · 3 years

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warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Under the Radar

Severus Snape x Fem! Professor! Reader

Warnings: None.

Request: hiii can I request a husband Severus Snape x wife reader. The reader is a professor in Hogwarts they don't want the students to know so they kept it a secret. And the Weasley twins are the first to know. (the Weasley twins are close to reader since she's kind thanks.) and you can continue it your own way. (灬º‿º灬)♡

Word Count: 2,014

“That is true, but we both knew that couldn’t last forever,”

“You have class in fifteen minutes, Severus.” You nagged at your husband who was still sprawled out in bed.

A groggy chuckle escaped from the man as he finally sat up on his elbows to look at you, watching as you hurried to get dressed before you were horribly late.

“So do you, love.” He countered.

“Yes, but I’m almost ready,” You argued with a slight roll of your eyes; “And you are not.”

“It doesn’t take me long. You know this.” He bantered.

It was true after all. Severus didn’t put that much effort into getting ready everyday. Pants, robes, shoes, and MAYBE brush his hair. That was the morning routine of Severus Snape. You were a bit more refined, taking time to pick out an outfit and making yourself look presentable to your personal standards.

“I know, but do you really want your Potions classroom unattended with a bunch of Slytherins and Gryffindors?” You grinned, knowing that they’d wreak havoc sooner or later.

Severus groaned at the thought. It wouldn’t have been the first time where he walked in at the last minute to stop Ron Weasley from throwing a cauldron at Draco Malfoy’s head. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, padding to his closet where you stood as well.

“One of these days, I’ll get a morning of peace and have you for myself.” He grumbled.

You gave a mocking, sympathetic pout at your mumbling husband. You took his face into your hands, drumming your fingers playfully along his cheeks.

“Poor baby. Because you NEVER get any time with me.” You said with a tone thick with sarcasm.

Severus huffed, but his arms snaked around your waist.

“Is it so wrong to want a quiet morning with my wife?” He questioned.

Severus had a point. It had been quite some time since the two of you had the opportunity to sleep in, to drown out the world until the two of you felt ready to brave it together. He missed waking you up by peppering you with lazy kisses and soft, sweet mumbles in your ear. Life had just gotten so busy that things weren’t exactly what he would consider standard for the two of you.

It also didn’t help that outside of your private bedroom, you weren’t exactly a public couple. Aside from the faculty and staff of Hogwarts, none of the students had any knowledge of yours and Severus’ marriage. It had been a mutual decision, considering that neither of you were sure you wanted all the kids knowing that two professors were married to one another. While your last name had legally been changed to Snape, you were always referred to by your maiden name. As far as the students knew, you and Severus hadn’t even ever had a conversation, let alone tied the knot almost three years ago.

“I know, Sev. I’ll tell you what. I’ll clear my schedule for tomorrow since it’s Saturday. We can sleep in...” You said, lowering your voice to a whisper in his ear; “And I’ll be all yours all day.”

The way that his eyes lit up made your heart leap. He kissed you excitedly, your laugh muffled under the kiss. Despite the fact that you had a ten minute head start, Severus still managed to be ready before you, stealing another quick kiss before he was out the door en route to the dungeons.

Your classes went smoothly as usual. The students were peppy with energy since it was Friday, but their focuses were very in tune with your lessons for the day. You had returned to your office after classes to do some fast grading before giving in to the weekend. Most of the students had returned to their dorms to have some down time before getting into their weekend shenanigans. However, it seemed that your biggest fans were even more boisterous than usual.

Your office door swung open rather abruptly, causing you to flinch and grab at your chest in alarm.

“Hi, Professor!” Fred Weasley screeched.

“Hey, Professor [Y/N]!” George echoed.

The red-headed twins were (without a doubt) very fond of you. Your personality just seemed to mix well with theirs, and you were always willing to take time out of your day to chat with them. You were usually one of the first to know about their daring pranks, always having to fake your surprise when they actually did them.

“Hi, boys.” You greeted with a smile.

It wasn’t at all uncommon for students to come by your office during the day. Usually it was because they had a concern about their performance in your class or confusion on an assignment. With the Weasley twins, though, they always came by just because they felt like it.

“Grading on a Friday?” Fred acquired, plopping down into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

George tutted, eyeing over the stack of tests on your desk.

“It’s a shame. You should be out getting knackered at The Three Broomsticks with McGonagall.” George said, scanning nosily over the objects on your bookshelf.

You snorted, resuming your grading.

“I’ll leave the heavy imbibing to the two of you. The day that I see Minerva McGonagall getting hammered at a bar will be the day that I become a Legilimens.” You replied.

George and Fred snickered, continuing to talk your ears off while they snooped around. You never minded their company, as long as they didn’t stop your grading progress. You didn’t notice when the two of them went quiet. You also didn’t notice when George silently called for his brother to join him across the room.

Fred got up from his seat to see what George had found, his eyes practically bugging out of his head when he saw what it was. You had a habit of leaving your stuff laying around random areas of your office, so sometimes little hints of your relationship with Severus were out in the open for anyone to see. However, George and Fred were the only people on the planet who would actually find anything.

On one of your bookshelves rested an empty, opened envelope. It was a letter from a pen pal friend of yours that you had lost physical contact with after you graduated from Hogwarts. However, the kicker was that the addressed name on the front wasn’t what the twins would have expected to see.

It was addressed to you, using your married name.

George and Fred looked at each other with quizzical expressions. Why in the world would you have something addressed to you with Snape’s last name? George and Fred had this weird, telepathic twin communication thing that always freaked you out. They could sort out a problem or have a conversation without ever saying anything.

Their puzzled looks faded into realization when they sorted it out. They almost couldn’t believe it. Severus Snape married to one of the friendliest, nicest professors? It was shocking...but it did make sense.

You always wore a wedding ring on your left hand, but no one seemed to know who the lucky guy was. You were very private about your personal life.

Fred pocketed the envelope, and George announced their exit.

“Lovely to see you as always.” He said, holding down his giggle.

“Yeah, we’ll see you Monday, Professor.” Fred added on, ushering his brother out before either of them could blow it.

You gave them a friendly wave as they left, still clueless to the fact that they had found out your secret.

Monday morning rolled around (after Severus’ promised Saturday morning in) once again, and another week had begun. It didn’t take long for you to notice that something was odd.

Students all day had been acting strangely. Their quiet whispers and sneaky giggles when they passed by you in the corridors were definitely suspicious. You couldn’t get them to pay attention in class for the life of you, all of them clearly preoccupied.

“Draco Malfoy,” You snapped, hands on your hips; “Just what are you laughing about now?”

Draco’s laughter stopped, but his amused smile never left his face. This was the third time today that you had gotten on to him for disrupting class, him and Crabbe chuckling on and off about something.

“Nothing, nothing.” Draco replied, still chortling under his breath.

You sighed out heavily. All of the kids were testing your nerves today.

“If I hear any more interruptions from you, I’ll have to give you detention,” You scolded, but in a calm tone; “Do you understand?”

Draco nodded, waiting until your back turned to the board again before he responded.

“Yes, Professor Snape.”

Your writing stopped, the entire classroom bursting into hushed laughter. You turned to face the young Malfoy, his cheeks flushed as he and Crabbe failed to contain their laughter any longer. It was obvious now that the whispers and weird glances were due to the fact that they knew. Somehow, they had found out.

“Professor [L/N].” You corrected.

“Hmm, but technically you’re Professor Snape.” He hummed.

You bit your cheek in thought. If they knew, there wasn’t any sense in denying it. But you were curious as to how this started.

“Draco, how did you all find out?” You questioned.

He shrugged with a smirk.

“I heard it from Pansy.” He admitted.

You looked to Pansy.

“Blaise told me.” She confessed.

You followed the trail of names and who-told-who until it stemmed back to the original perpetrators. Two suspects that you should have figured long ago.

“The twins. Of course.” You sighed.

The students had questions (and a lot of them), curious to know how long and how it had happened. Most of them were just stunned that Severus Snape actually had a life outside of his classroom. A life with someone like YOU nonetheless.

You were fidgety to talk to Severus about it. You were curious to see how he’d react and how this would change the way the two of you interacted during the school year. After all, it was kind of your fault for leaving your stuff around.

“Were the students acting peculiar to you today?” Severus asked, breaking you from your thoughtful daze.

Your gaze snapped up from your dinner plate as you peered at him with a fluttery belly.

“Peculiar how?” You asked.

“They all seemed mischievous. As if they knew something they weren’t supposed to.” Severus claimed, looking at you as if he already knew the reason why.

“Well, now that you mention it...they sort of know about us...that we’re married.” You confessed.

Truthfully, Severus didn’t care that much if the student body knew. It was inevitable that they’d all find out eventually, but he was interested to hear how exactly the cat was let out of the bag.

“They ‘sort of’ know?” He questioned, clearly amused; “How’s that?”

You sucked in a breath.

“The Weasley twins might’ve figured it out. They’re smart, Sev. Much smarter than you give them credit for,” You babbled; “It’s not their fault. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop, stop,” He cut you off with a soft smile; “You don’t think I’m mad about this, do you?”

Your shoulders relaxed at his gentle tone, but your eyes remained wide.

“It’s just that we...always wanted to keep it a secret.” You reminded him.

His head nodded and he set his fork down to give you his full attention.

“That is true, but we both knew that couldn’t last forever,” Severus pointed out; “I could never keep you hidden away forever.”

Your cheeks burned at his compliment, your smile beaming at him. He nudged your foot under the table. It was a wondrous thought to think about how different (or not) things would be now that they knew.

“I’m afraid I’ll still have to keep my maiden name. To avoid confusion.” You stated.

“Of course. Just as long as you’re still my Mrs. Snape.” He grinned with a wink.

You returned with a laugh, prompting the end of the lighthearted conversation.

“That I can definitely promise.”

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scuttling · 3 years

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Long Time Coming

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,664 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Oblivious Hotch, Flirting, Reader has a few one night stands, Semi-public sex, Unprotected sex, Blow jobs/Face fucking, Hairpulling, Fingering, Praise and degradation, Dirty talk, Accidental reveal of feelings, TW blood/cut Summary: You have been in lust (and love) with Aaron for a while, but his new look sends you off the deep end, and it's enough to make you do some pretty crazy things. *Inspired by @ssamorganhotchner and these three pics. Link to A03 or read below! You are fresh off yet another unsuccessful first date when Aaron wears the new suit. You, Emily, JJ, and Penelope are standing by the coffee maker, complaining about the pitfalls of online dating and how people are never they way they seem when you actually meet in person; you have the carafe in your hand, filling your mug, and when he walks in, face in a case file, his pants so tight you can make out his hips and thighs as clearly as if he were naked… You kind of lose your shit. And your grip.

The carafe shatters when it hits the tile floor, spraying shards of glass and hot coffee everywhere; Emily gasps, Penelope jumps back to avoid the splatter, JJ runs for a broom, and you just stand there, staring at Aaron—at his tight slacks, at his belt, at his shirt, tucked neatly inside, then at his dangling tie, and finally, his worried face.

“Are you alright?” he asks, because you have literally not moved a muscle since he arrived; your boots are covered in coffee—you are thankful you dressed casually today and aren’t wearing heels, or you’d be in a lot of pain—and your heart is racing, but otherwise you feel frozen, unable to move or look away.

You’ve wanted Aaron for a long time, and everyone knows it but him. It’s part of the reason you’re smothering yourself with online hookups and blind dates and one night stands: because he is off limits, and you’re desperately horny for him, and you need to have him fucked out of your mind one way or another.

The new suit further complicates things.

“Fine,” you say after a few more seconds, and JJ comes back with the broom and dustpan, so you bend down to help her clean up your mess. It wasn’t your brightest idea, because you are now at eye level with the tight crotch of his pants, and all you can think of is working the zipper open, pulling him carefully past the fly, sucking him off until those big hands slip into your hair and tug roughly when he comes.

God. You’re going to have to go on another bad date. Or ten.

“New suit?” Penelope asks conversationally, as if you aren’t having a sexual crisis about it three feet away. “Looks good, boss.” Aaron runs his hand down his body self-consciously, but all you see are thick fingers and stomach and hnnngg…

JJ pinches the back of your arm hard, makes a face that screams get it together!!, and you take a deep breath.

“I took some of my old ones in for alterations and the salesman convinced me they were severely outdated. Do you like this style better?”

For some reason, it feels like he’s looking right at you, and you nod, dreamy-eyed, sweep your tongue over your lips.

“Better,” you rasp, and Emily and Penelope agree, probably to take the emphasis off of your slack mouth and dopey one-word answers. You try to help JJ clean up, picking up the larger pieces of glass and dropping them into the dustpan despite her protests—because you are very unfocused, shouldn’t be messing with sharp objects—and when you cut your finger on a piece, she just sighs. Such a mom.

You wince, and Aaron frowns, comes toward you, putting you not only at dick height, but a manageable dick distance, if you were so inclined; really, it’s more if he were so inclined, because you are actually fully prepared to swallow his load right here in front of your friends—all he’d have to do would be snap his fingers and point to his crotch, and the FBI would be suing you for mental distress and using the money to pay for therapy for Emily, Penelope, and JJ.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” he says, snapping you out of your very elaborate fantasy (typically your fantasies don’t involve court costs, but this is Aaron, so anything is possible.) He wraps his hand around your injured finger and pulls you up to standing with the other, and you just follow along as he leads you over to the sink, turns on the tap to let the water run over your cut. The way you’re looking up at him like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen has to be painfully obvious, but he just reaches over for the first aid kit, takes out a bandage, and wraps it carefully around the tip of your finger. You sigh.

It may have started out as lust, but you’re pretty sure you’re also in love.

You have got to find a way to get him to notice you as more than just an agent, a teammate, a friend, and so: Operation ‘Get Hotch Out Of His Tight Pants’ begins. You fill the girls in on your master plan, and they fill in Derek and Spencer just so there are more people to laugh at you when you crash and burn, probably. But you’ve got a plan, will be pulling out all the stops, so you might not fail horribly after all. Hopefully.

God, you absolutely cannot fail. You can’t go out with another software engineer with the personality of a peanut or another investment banker who thinks buying you an appetizer means you owe him a blow job in the front seat of his Tesla. You will go fucking insane.

Today’s plan is T for tits, because yours are pretty awesome and almost no one who is attracted to women can resist them. You wear your usual white button down top, but you leave the top two buttons undone, and you add a red, lacy bra for a little additional temptation.

“Here are those consults you asked for,” you say after knocking lightly on the doorframe; Aaron waves you inside. You set them down on his desk, then glance over the open folder in front of him, make a curious noise. “What are you working on up here?”

You walk around his desk, so you’re standing next to him, and lean forward to look over the case file with one hand on the back of his chair and the other pressed against the desk. If he would look over, he would see right down your top, your breasts high and smushed together thanks to the lacy push up… but he looks straight down at the file, taps his pen against it.

“Murders in Detroit. I don’t think we’ll go—they look like mob hits to me, so I’m going to refer the case to Organized Crime.” You hum, turn the file toward you and lean in a little closer, letting your hair spill over your shoulder, the neck of your blouse fall open. Boobs and perfume are usually a one-two punch that is capable of bringing any man to his knees, and while he does turn to look at you, it feels entirely too respectful for your liking. You sigh softly, give up for today, and turn the file back.

“Well you know best, boss. Any time I don’t have to go to Detroit is alright by me.” You flash him a smile, and he reciprocates, and you head back downstairs for a cup of coffee and maybe a stale shame pastry.

The team looks up at you when you approach, and you shake your head.

“No luck,” you mutter, and Derek laughs, crosses his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you’re not very good at flirting. What did you do?” You roll your eyes—your flirting is not the problem, it’s Aaron’s morals and manners or whatever—and walk over to Spencer’s desk, demonstrate with him what you did to Aaron; you put your hand on the back of his chair, toss your hair over your shoulder, lean in, and Spencer swallows hard, licks his lips, and looks abruptly down at his hands. That reaction, you would have gladly taken.

Derek clears his throat, and so does Emily. Hmm.

“I’m good at flirting,” you say, straightening up; Spencer is blushing, and it’s super cute, so you pat him lightly on the head. “Maybe he’s an ass man. I’ll wear a skirt tomorrow and we’ll see if that gets the job done.”

“Good idea,” Derek says, and when you walk past him, he gives you a once over that makes you feel pretty damn good. “In the meantime, why don’t you come and demonstrate on me?”

There’s no denying he is one of the finest men you’ve ever seen in your life, and earlier on in your career you might have taken him up on it—it would have to be better than Marty McTesla, that’s a given—but you know he’s mostly teasing, even if there is a thin layer of actual desire beneath it all. You just fluff your hair and take your seat and mentally flip through your closet to try to come up with an outfit Aaron can’t refuse. You decide on a pencil skirt, because that’s got to be every boss's fantasy, right? You have one you never wear to the office because it’s a little sexy, tight on your hips and ass, with a zipper up the back that you can open a little and use to your advantage. When you walk into the bullpen that morning, JJ whistles, and you grin, do a little twirl.

“Thank you, thank you. This has to work, right?” You turn to face Emily, then turn away from Emily, butt right in her face. “Emily? This will work, right?”

“That’s... definitely going to work,” she murmurs, tapping the cap of her pen against her teeth, and you have to admit you have a good feeling about this one. For as great as breasts are, your ass is your best asset, and if the open top and red bra didn’t work, this has to be your ticket to some sweet, dirty loving, it just has to.

You all head up for the morning meeting, filing into the briefing room, and you give Aaron a soft greeting and a smile just like every day, and then offer to help him pass out whatever stack of papers he’s holding in his hands—fire drills and emergency protocol, or something boring like that. He accepts the help, and you take the fliers, but instead of walking around and handing them to each member of the team like he would, you bend over the table, reach across, and drop the pages in front of everyone.

JJ is the furthest away, and you practically have to climb onto the table to reach her; you grin and wink when she takes the papers out of your hand, and she shakes her head like you’re too much, but when you stand back up to hand Aaron the extras, he doesn’t seem the slightest bit interested.

He thanks you for your help, and you take your seat and listen to him go on about emergency exits and fire extinguishers and seriously start to contemplate moving to Europe to start a new life, or something else equally dramatic.

Because you don’t give up easily, you orchestrate one more attempt to get him to show some interest in you. You know he usually goes downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch, and that the elevator is a jam-packed nightmare because the main stairwell is currently under construction (which is probably why you needed to go over safety protocol, now that you think about it; shutting down the stairwell seems very unsafe.) You usually pack your lunch, but you can go buy an overpriced salad for the sake of your sex drive, so you wait for the elevator when he does, making small talk about your mornings until it dings and arrives on your floor.

He tries to let you in first, gentleman that he is, but that won’t work with your plan, so you insist, earning eye rolls from the other passengers on the elevator. You give Amy from Forensic Accounting a dirty look and then step in after him, lean back against him because there’s really no fucking room to even take a breath.

He’s taller than you, but with heels on your ass still fits pretty nicely against his thighs; a little too nicely, you think, as you get wet just from standing near him in the elevator, the heat of his body through your skirt. You really are a mess.

There are two more floors to go before the cafeteria, and no one gets off, but more people manage to cram into the elevator, which means you press more tightly against him to make room. Someone bumps into you roughly, which makes you unsteady on your feet; Aaron puts his hands low on your hips to keep you from wobbling, and your eyes literally roll back in your head, but he just leans in to mutter, “sorry” into your ear. You say nothing, because you’d probably moan if you opened your mouth, but you shake your head so he knows it’s not a problem.

When everyone gets off downstairs, you hurry to the restroom and don’t look back, turn on the faucet and splash some cold water against your overheated neck and chest. So much for that plan. All you managed to do was work yourself up into a fury.

While you’re in line to pay for your overpriced salad, you open up your dating app and secure yourself drinks with a hot lawyer for tonight. Seduction is clearly not working with Aaron, he’s clearly not interested, and you have to find a way to move on before you have a spontaneous workplace orgasm and get fired from the job you love—all of his tight new suits have been dark so far, but if he shows up in gray, you’re not going to have the will to survive anymore. You have to plan for the worst.

The lawyer is nice enough, but he’s too short, too thin; it’s hard to imagine Aaron’s body weight on top of you when he’s fucking you, but you’re nothing if not resourceful, so you move your hands to his head of thick, dark hair and focus on that—that, and his hot breath against your throat when he comes a little too soon and mutters “sorry” into your ear.

“It’s okay,” you pant, reaching between you to rub your clit. You close your eyes, tip your head back, clench around him; you imagine it’s Aaron inside you instead, and bury your face in his shoulder when you come.

He’s willing to stay, but you explain why it’s better if he leaves, and then you fall back into bed, fumble for your vibrator, and get off again so you’re not too distracted by reality to really enjoy your fantasy.

It’s a little twisted, but it is what it is. You’re standing in the breakroom a few days later, swiping through the dating app and bullshitting with Derek and Penelope, when this guy pops up on your screen. He’s not your usual type, younger and blonder than you prefer these days, a pilot, but something about his profile makes you pause; when it hits you, you blow out a breath and look up at your friends.

“So you guys know Operation ‘Get Hotch Out Of His Tight Pants’ is officially dead in the water,” you begin, and they nod, “and now I’m focusing my energy on trying to get over him. I went on a date with a guy that kind of looked like him, and that didn’t really help, but what if…” You turn your screen to face them; Derek nods like it might be crazy enough to work, but Penelope grimaces.

“No, I don’t think that’s going to work. It might actually be crossing a line,” she says with a frown, and you look to Derek for his input.

“It’s more of a coincidence than anything, right? It’s not like he’s unattractive and this is the only reason you’re going out with him. He’s a good looking guy,” he admits, and you’re really grateful he’s willing to help you rationalize this probably terrible idea into a potentially decent idea.

You send the pilot a message, and he wants to meet up; he suggests a bar near the both of you, and you know it’s risky, but you tell him you happen to make a great gin and tonic and that you have everything you need at home, if he’d like to meet you there instead.

He does, and you don’t even make him that drink, just take off his clothes, get him into your bed.

“That’s right, babe—wanna hear you lose it for me. Say my name, gorgeous,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you from behind, and you close your eyes, fist your hands in the sheets, and give him what he wants.

“Oh, fuck, Aaron. Fuck me harder.” His thrusts are already rough and punishing, but this is the best you’ve felt in a really long time, so you’re eager, desperate for more. “Yeah, Aaron, just like that.”

“Tell me my big cock feels so good in your pussy.” He slaps your ass, and you moan involuntarily, press back against him, panting.

“Your big cock feels so good, Aaron, so good in my pussy. Fuck me, Aaron, destroy me.” He grunts, tenses, and moves his hands to your shoulders, slamming your body tight against his as he comes. “Yes, don’t stop, Aaron, don’t stop,” you plead, hips working together, and when he smacks your ass again you come gasping his name, collapsing against the bed with a breathless sigh.

You feel a lot dirtier than you expected you would, even though it was kind of awesome, and ultimately Penelope was right; it was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t do a damn thing to help you forget about the only Aaron you actually want in your bed. Monday morning, Aaron comes into the office wearing a tight navy suit with a striped white shirt and a navy tie, and you follow him with your eyes from the glass double doors all the way up to his office, mouth open a little. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing picks up, which is the dumbest biological reaction to a man’s ass you’ve ever had—but god, it’s a perfect ass—and JJ has to actually lightly slap your cheek to get you to snap the fuck out of it.

“Are you horny right now?” she asks, a little grossed out. “I can’t handle you.”

“I know you guys all call him a tightass, but I mean, if the pants fit… and god, do they fit.” You pick up a case file and fan yourself with it. “He’s so fucking hot. What am I supposed to do? Getting railed by fake Aaron didn’t do shit; I think I might actually have to transfer.”

“You’re not transferring. You just have to get over it.”

“Are you kidding? She’s like a cat in heat when he’s around,” Derek says with a smirk. “I think I’m getting horny just because she’s horny.”

“Okay, so why can’t I have that effect on him?” you ask with your arms open. “Do you think it’s the pheromones? Maybe they’re incompatible. Smell me—does it turn you on?” you ask Spencer, presenting your neck, and he looks like a deer in the headlights, then leans in to sniff you.

“Uh… you smell nice?” he says with a shrug and a half smile. “I think it’s just your perfume, though.”

“Put your face near her boobs,” Derek says, and Spencer starts to lean in again. “I think the pheromones are stronger there.” He pauses about halfway to your chest.

“Actually, they’re stronger near the genitals, but I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“What’s going on down there?” You freeze and then turn to look up at Aaron’s office, where he leans against the doorframe; Spencer stands up comically fast, and you take a step back, clearing your throat. Aaron’s scowling—it’s really sexy and it’s making your heart beat in your stupid, traitor pussy—and then he sighs visibly. “We have a case, come on.”

The case is only a half hour away, so you drive, which is horrible, because you are with Aaron and Derek, and Derek lets you sit in the front just to watch you squirm.

It gets bad before you even pull out of the parking garage, because Aaron puts his hand on the back of your headrest to look behind him and reverse the SUV, and you look over at his body—his stomach, his lap, his thighs—and then quickly face forward when he puts the car into drive. You’re flushed, breathing heavily, and when he looks you over quizzically, asks if you’re alright, you just clear your throat and nod.

“Allergies,” Derek supplies from the back, and you mentally thank him for the save, but you kind of also want to smack him for putting you in this position in the first place.

You’re practically turned on the entire ride, even as you go over the details of the case, because his legs are spread and your eyes keep moving to his crotch; at one point, you think you notice his already unfairly tight pants getting a little tighter, but it’s just a trick of light.

By the time you arrive at the precinct, you are more than ready for fresh air, to put some distance between yourself and Aaron. You’re out of the car almost as soon as he turns off the engine, which probably looks weird as hell, but for your sanity you can’t give it too much thought.

The head detective and a junior detective give you a run down on the case while the other half of your team meets with officers at the crime scene. The head detective, a tall, handsome man in his forties, is looking at you like you’re a juicy steak and he hasn’t eaten in months; Derek notices, turns to you with a raised eyebrow and mouths ‘pheromones,’ Aaron is clearly unhappy about the detective’s lack of professionalism, and you couldn’t really care less about the attention. You just want to do your job and go home and touch yourself to thoughts of your boss… as one does.

The local police already have a board made up, so the three of you travel to speak with some witnesses, head back to the precinct, work the tip lines. Aaron seems to be looking at you more than usual, and when you get up to stretch your legs, he’s right behind you, following you out into the hall.

“Are you sure you're alright today?” he asks with a serious expression, hands on his hips. Your mouth waters. “You’ve been acting a little strange.”

“Stranger than normal?” You try to smile, to lighten the mood, but as oblivious as he’s been about everything else, he’s always been able to tell when you try to hide your emotions with humor.

“The last couple weeks? Yes.” He moves a little closer, and you try your best not to let it affect you—or at least not to let it show when it does. “You know by now that you can come to me anytime, for anything.” He doesn’t present it as a question, but it’s clear on his face that he’s looking for an answer.

“I know. I’m going through something… stupid,” you say with a shrug. “Something I should be able to handle, but it’s harder than I imagined.” He frowns, flicks his eyes over your face.

“Let me help you.”

“You can’t; trust me, you can’t,” you say, pleading with your voice, begging him to drop it. “I’ll get through it.” You shut your eyes briefly, exhale, and he reaches down to take one of your hands in his.

“Are you in trouble?” This is the most intimately he’s ever touched you, and it’s not just your body that sings; you know you’re in love with him, have been for a while, but focusing on the horny feelings is easier. It makes it feel like you have less to lose.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just need some time. Thank you.” You squeeze his hand, and then Derek pokes his head into the hall behind him.

“We got a tip about the unsub barricading a house downtown; the detective is mobilizing SWAT,” he says; when he glances down at your hands, you pull yours softly out of Aaron’s grasp.

“What do you want us to do, boss?” you ask, effectively ending your conversation, and he tells you to get suited up with comms and Kevlar so the three of you can head to the new scene. Aaron is, unsurprisingly, a complete badass, storming the house along with SWAT, you at his side; it’s his way of reminding you that he trusts you, that it can and should go both ways—he is so perfectly predictable, reassuring with gestures over words even in a situation like this one. It does nothing to help you stop wanting him.

He’s a little rough with the unsub (and that doesn’t help either,) looks ruffled and kind of pissed when you climb in the SUV to head back to the precinct. Spencer, JJ, and Emily meet you there, and you take the opportunity to vent about how indescribably good Aaron has looked all day—Spencer bows out of the conversation early, but JJ and Emily are kind enough to listen to your insane, horny ramblings.

“He’s just so hot—he always has been, but the new suits? They’re so tight, and his shirts show off his tummy, and his pants show off his thighs… You guys will never understand the things I want to do to him.”

“Okay, he’s handsome enough, but you’re nasty about it—I can’t handle you,” JJ says, not for the first time. You groan in response.

“How can you say that? Have you fucking seen him? I’m not supposed to think nasty thoughts when he walks around looking like that?”

You feel yourself getting a little out of hand, and Emily and JJ look like they’re trying to shut you up, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s like the floodgates have opened.

“He’s never going to know what I want to do to him… what I want him to do to me. I tried so hard, and he didn’t even look at me. All I wanted to do was get on my knees for him and grab his ass so he could fuck my throat as hard as fucking possible—is that so much to ask for?” You pause, but neither of them say anything, just look scandalized. “I guess I’m going to have to name my vibrator Hotch now, since that’s clearly the closest I’ll ever get to him giving me an orgasm.”

“Do you really mean that?”

You jump a fucking foot, spin around, almost knocking Emily and JJ over in the process; Aaron is in front of you, his brow furrowed, arms crossed over his vest (he hasn’t taken that thing off yet? You threw yours on the table like the minute you got back), and your mouth opens and your eyes close at the same time.

Oh fucking fuck.

“We’re gonna… go,” Emily says awkwardly, and you open your eyes abruptly when Aaron speaks again.

“No, we’re going to go; come with me,” he tells you, and he turns and heads down the hall; you look back at Emily and JJ, swallow hard, and follow him, your heart beating fast.

He steps into a small room with a copy machine, table, shelves of paper and envelopes and other supplies, and closes the door behind you, engages the lock. You are torn between being very worried he’s going to fire you and super turned on, because this is definitely a fantasy you’ve had before.

“Aaron,” you begin, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry. I think it was the adrenaline; it makes me run my mouth and I can’t stop it, you know that.” He’s facing away from you, his hands on his hips again, and you can see the way his body moves when he sighs.

“Did you mean it, though?” When he turns to look at you, he doesn’t look angry, he looks… nervous. “Do you want me?” His reaction is unexpected—not great, but not necessarily bad—and you bite your lip, nod.

“Yeah. So fucking bad. And I’m sorry—” That’s as far into your apology as you get before his mouth is on yours, his hands on your face, lips pressing against you for a rough, eager kiss. Your hands move to his waist, pulling him closer by the vest, and he lifts you up onto the table, tugs down the v-neck of your t-shirt, mouths at your throat.

“You think I didn’t look at you?” he says when he pulls away for a breath, tipping your chin down so you’ll look into his eyes. “You think I didn’t see that lacy red bra, your perfect ass bent over in the tight skirt? You think I didn’t feel it pressed against me in the elevator, that I didn’t want to push that skirt up and sink inside you and take you there in front of everyone?”

You moan, chest heaving, twist your fingers in his hair and pull him in for another kiss, dripping and trembling at his admission.

“I would have let you,” you murmur against his lips, and there’s no doubt in your mind that you would have, if that’s what he’d wanted. “I would let you do anything: not just let you, but I’d want it, beg for it. I meant what I said—I’d get on my knees for you, anytime, anywhere, do whatever you want me to do. I want to be yours.”

He catches your mouth in another rough kiss, then puts his hands on your waist, guides you off the table, and flips open his belt, the fly of his pants.

“Oh god. What are you doing?” you ask, and he slides down his zipper, pulls you with him until his back hits the door.

“I’m giving you what you asked for,” he rasps, staring into your eyes, his gaze smoldering. It’s so fucking hot your pussy clenches.

You lick your lips, drop to your knees on the tile floor so hard it hurts, tug his pants open and pull out his thick, hard, veiny cock.

Your dreams and fantasies did not do it justice.

“Fuck. Thank you,” you mumble, looking up at him, and he wraps his hands in your hair, pulls tightly. You moan just from that and the heft of him in your hand. “Thank you.”

“Shh.” He scrapes his fingers over your scalp, hums as you start stroking him, licking the head. “Don’t thank me—I should be thanking you, beautiful, perfect girl. In what world do I get this?” There are lots of things you want to say to that, but you’ve waited long enough, will have to say them later.

You lick your lips, collect lots of saliva, and take him into your mouth, get your hands on his ass and dig your nails in. Aaron groans, tightens his fingers in your hair, and when you look up at him it feels like a fever dream, like it’s not real but a delicious figment of your imagination.

For a minute or two, you stroke him with a tight, wet mouth, and it’s got you aching between your legs, but he’s supposed to be fucking your throat, technically, if he’s giving you what you asked for. You pull off, tell him that, and he tugs your head back roughly, guides you back onto his cock and starts thrusting into your mouth, earning vibrating moans around it.

“God, you’re so perfect. How long have you been thinking about this? How long have you touched yourself to the thought of me fucking your pretty face?” He picks up the pace, pushes deeper when he sees you can handle it, and you squeeze his ass, feel your eyelids flutter as he uses your mouth, pulls your hair. “Are you a whore for me?” he grinds out, and the moan that rips from your throat is inhuman, embarrassing, and absolutely accurate. “Yes you are, baby, yes you are. My pretty whore, on your knees, mouth stretched wide and filled with cock.”

You’ve never been so turned on from a blow job, but this is Aaron, hot and dirty and forceful, everything you imagined and more. You squeeze him tighter, encourage rougher treatment, and he presses his hands against the back for your head, slams his dick in so deep it aches; you don’t gag, but it’s a near thing, and when he pulls you off you gasp for breath and whimper at the loss at the same time.

“Enough of that, baby. You were perfect, so good for me, almost choking on my cock, but I bet your pussy is wet and aching. Do you want me inside it?”

“Holy—yes, fuck, please. Please,” you breathe, and he helps you to your feet and then pushes you against the door, gets your pants down. His rough treatment has you whining, gripping the hair on the back of his head, and you kick off your boots and socks so you can step out of your pants completely. “Keep all this on,” you tell him, pants and shirt and tie and Kevlar vest and all, and he nods, kisses you deeply, presses two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” he groans when you receive him easily, soft and wet and open, and he uses his free hand to sweep down your top, slipping the buttons loose so he can get a better view of your tits and black lace bra that’s holding them. “So beautiful, and finally mine,” he mutters against your throat, and you whine, let your head fall back against the door, and give in to the pleasure of his thick fingers moving inside you.

“Finally mine,” you murmur, tugging his hair, slamming down against his hand, and when you come it’s like a miracle; you cry out, clamp down, and wrap your free hand around his bicep and squeeze until you’re lightheaded, dazed, desperate for another.

You kiss, deep and passionate and filthy, and Aaron slides his fingers into your mouth, pumps them a few times, then kisses you again.

“Good girl. Are you ready for my cock now?” You pant, gasp, and nod your head, and he pushes your shirt off your shoulders, lifts your legs so you’ll wrap them around his waist, and pushes inside you. You both moan, kiss, moan again, and then you wrap your arms around his broad back, hook your fingers in his vest, and hold on while he pounds your body roughly against the door.

“Oh, Aaron, fuck. Yeah. Want you to slam your body against mine; want to feel it, want to feel all of you.” He looks into your eyes, breathing hard, fucks up into you, hands on your ass, his hips and torso pinning you in place.

“Sweet, pretty, slutty girl,” he pants, spreading you open and shoving himself inside your pussy. “You tried tempting me, and oh, did it work. I might not have shown it…” He ducks in to kiss the base of your throat and you cling tighter, rock against his hips. “But it worked. You dressed like a whore just for me, just so I’d notice you; do you I know went home and stroked my cock and came with your name on my lips?”

“Holy shit. That’s so hot.” You move a hand to his hair again, can’t not thread your fingers there now that it’s allowed. “Could have fucked me like this then. Could have come in my pussy, not your hand.”

“We’ll make up for lost time,” he promises, and he thrusts up with his whole body, so you can feel it pressed against yours—shoulders, chest, stomach, all the very best parts of him. “I’m not too much for you? Can you take it?”

“Perfect for me,” you gasp, holding tightly to his vest at his shoulder and his shirt at his hip, bouncing into his thrusts. “So perfect, want you. I can take it. I can take it, Aaron.” Your mouths meet for a messy, hot kiss, lots of tongue, and you groan. “Give it to me, give it all to me.”

He bends his knees a little more, fucks you so rough and hard your mouth falls open and all you can do is whimper, clutch him, gracelessly kiss back when he presses his lips to yours.

He comes first, holds tightly to your hip and pumps inside you, fills you and then some, so it drips out while he’s still inside. It feels sinful, even after everything, and with a few rough drags of his palm over your lace covered nipple, you tighten and grip him and gasp out his name.

You both slow, and then he turns you, leans back against the door for a little relief after holding you up for so long. He nuzzles into your hair, and you bury your face in his neck, and you kiss soft and sweet until you’re feeling stable enough to hop out of his arms and put your clothes back on. He rights his as well, and when you’re both put together he wraps you up in a hug, kisses you, holds you with soft hands on your cheeks.

“I really have waited so long for this.” He brushes his lips over yours, and you sigh. “You never indicated… I was trying to be professional. Then out of nowhere you were leaning over my desk and bending over the table, and I was a little blown away.” You nod, can see that, pull him down for a kiss.

“It’s the goddamn suits,” you say with a half smile, and he gives you a curious look. “Your new, better fitting suits? They fit you so fucking well it’s almost illegal; I’m thinking of pursuing charges against your tailor for reckless endangerment on behalf of my libido, and the coffee carafe, and my poor, worn out vibrator.” He chuckles, hugs you closer, squeezes you so tightly against his body you almost pass out from all the good things you feel.

“Maybe we can strike a deal,” he murmurs, pushing your hair back behind your ear, and you bite your lip, nod.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll think of something you can do to make it worth my while.” After a little more hugging and kissing, the two of you figure it’s time to emerge from the supply closet; you don’t see your team anywhere, which surprises you, but when you get to your phone and pull up your texts, it all makes sense.

Derek: Congrats on the sex. The four of us headed home because no one wants to ride with the two of you and your pheromones.

Emily: Yay, you did it!! Drinks on me next time we go out!

JJ: You guys are loud; don’t make a habit of that.

Penelope: I hear congrats are in order! And by hear, I don’t mean hear. There’s NOT an audio clip or anything, so don’t worry about that!!

Spencer: Emily took an audio clip. Is it normal for girls to enjoy being called a whore? You don’t have to answer that.

You take a very deep breath, give him the gist of the messages—you’re on your own, they heard at least part of it, there is some potentially damning evidence that needs to be destroyed—and you leave the precinct to head home in a better mood than you’ve been in in a very long time.

Aaron takes you out for a late dinner, and he spends the night at your place, falls asleep warm and solid and very naked in the middle of your bed.

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Just had the very distressing thought that if I ever want to have a girlfriend I'm gonna have to TALK to a girl?!?!??!?!?!?

I'd have to talk to a girl that I LIKE and HAVE A CRUSH ON?!?!? Impossible! Please help a distressed lesbian if you have any advice

okay so: in my personal experience 90% of all lesbian flirting is eyeing up fellow women to discreetly try to determine if they, too, are wlw. then you compliment each others button downs and never speak to each other again

BUT if you would like to painstakingly attempt to challenge the starfish fallacy then read on for my comprehensive guide on flirting w/ women! (credentials: i have accidentally flirted with So Many Women oh my god)

first up: start with the art of compliments! if you're too shy to tell a girl they're gorg out of nowhere, then focus on their clothing, their haircuts, their cool shoes, the patches on their denim jackets, etc. opening a convo with a compliment is one of the easiest shortcuts, as it neatly prevents you from having to come up w/ a witty rejoinder right off the bat (save those for later)

physical proximity makes it easy to do this to someone standing or sitting next to you. if, however, they're on the other side of the room/otherwise engaged, it gets trickier. if ur confident enough to walk up to a girl in a coffeeshop + compliment her, GO FOR IT. but if you're too anxious to just coldcall her, approach with a question.

you can warp the compliment to fit the question, i.e. "Hey! Sorry to interrupt [your reading], but your book looks super interesting/I've seen it around & am debating whether to buy it. Would you recommend it?" or, re: outfits/haircuts "Hey! Your ____ is super cute, can I ask where you got it [done]?" if they're a classmate/coworker, you can make it even less direct: "Hey! Do you know when we're scheduled to do ____?" (<- this one comes w/ the perk of, pending her response, immediately asking for her # to swap shifts or trade notes, which can quickly allow for inviting her to a study group/after work drinks with coworkers. speedrun!!)

once Conversation is Initiated, maintain eye contact, listen attentively to their replies, and keep smiling/smizing. if they're reticent, follow up with more questions unless you're getting fuck off vibes ("I'm trying to get more into reading lately, would you have any other reccs?" or, "I haven't found a hairstylist yet since I moved here from _____, are there any other local spots you'd recommend?")

BUT if they're returning eye contact, smiling, and keeping open body language towards you, make it a full-on convo! offer some personal details in return, don't be afraid to make (non-risky!!!!) jokes, and (if you can control when & where you're moving, i.e. not during a job or class) have a built-in exit.

even if convos are going good, it's polite (+ leaves them wanting more via scarcity principle, etc. etc.) to end a brief first-time convo after a few minutes, ideally before the energy winds down & you're left feeling awkward. "it's been so lovely meeting you! [insert name here], right? I've got to get going, but thanks for the ___!" if you wanna play the long game/are in a coffeeshop/aren't confident enough yet (no shame!) ask if she comes here regularly and say you hope to see her around sometime soon.

if you've managed to get a good enough energy going: ask if she has an insta/social media you could get for _____ purpose, i.e. letting her know if you like the book/music/media she recc'd or asking for more local spots. IF, however, you don't wanna put yourself at the whim of her generosity: give yourself a cheat code during the initial conversation.

namely; reference something you'd recommend, think she'd find funny, or can't believe she hasn't seen yet, etc. etc. then, at the end of the convo, you can naturally offer "Oh! Lemme send you that X I mentioned--do you have an insta/social?" et voila. asking for social is always less awk/direct than asking for phone numbers, AND it lets the flirtee decide whether she wants to offer that level of trust just yet

if you're not coldcall flirting a girl in public, but rather have an object of your affections at work or school: this formula works p. much the same, but on a slower scale (if you don't use my speedrun ofc) start building a rapport via compliments/questions, progress to chatting briefly whenever you see each other, and third step: say "I saw something yesterday that totally reminded me of you/I just have to send to you!! Here-do I have your insta yet?"

once you have someone's insta: continue chatting when you see them irl/replying to their stories over social, and see if you can pay close enough attention to what she likes to do. judging by the number of accidental lesbian dates i've been on, it's probably

art museum

botanical gardens, or

burlesque shows

however, hikes, used bookstores, underground shows, and grocery shopping together for a subsequent picnic also feature prominently. invite her to do whatever activity you think you'd both enjoy most (over social or irl, whichever you're comfortable with [tho irl gives you a better judge of facial expressions/body language]) and boom. if she says yes, shoot back "it's a date!" after setting the day/time, bc if she's anywhere near as clueless as i am (i'm so sorry wlw) they may honestly think you're still just friends.

if, over the course of your irl convos or DMs, you have the chance to casually mention your sexuality (patches, pride is coming up, mention "my teenage crush/my ex-girlfriend") and ask for hers, go for it. if you can be direct: ask directly. it will save you time, trouble, and mild heartbreak. but if you suffer from the conflict avoidance that plagues lo so many of us: just lean into the subtext.

offer your celebrity crushes and ask what hers are. mention an ex (BRIEFLY, in connection to another topic entirely [she recc'd this cool band to me!] and always in a positive context). wear birkenstocks or docs and say Portrait of a Lady on Fire is the best film of all time, say you listen to girl in red or w/e those charming youths do. just lay the foundation in barely-subtext and keep an eye on her responses, while accepting the risk of wooing what may or may not be a fellow wlw

once you are, in point of fact, ON the date: standard rules and rates apply. relax! be urself!! enjoy spending time with a cool person, regardless of what may or may not come of it!!!! if she seems into it lean into physical proximity, do the whole Tarzan hand-comparison wlw are addicted to, offer to feed her bites of food or swap sips of each other's drinks, and casually set intentions for future plans ("I've never heard of X cafe--we'll have to do that next time!" or, the infamous buy-her-smth-secretly and then offer "You can get mine next time c:")

again, the most important thing is to be sincere. it's good not to place too many expectations on the other person, but don't force yourself to be overly "chill" if you are not, in point of fact, a chill person. dating is always a process of getting to know one another, and it's important to be polite but pls don't feel like you have to follow a script or be someone you're not. just be you babe: you're already plenty lovable. godspeed + good luck!!<33

#long post #lesbian #wlw #how to flirt #lesbian dating advice #dating advice #sorry for the stereotypes but sometimes they're useful!!!#anonymous #reply

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hmspogue · 3 years

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Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that.

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me.

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused.

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions?

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught.

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you.

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike.

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong.

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what?

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting.

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time.

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah.

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident).

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft.

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug.

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first.

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me.

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

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💜- the only thing that has been going through my head today is poly kiribaku but royalty au

Like I do why, but the thought of the kings of two very powerful kingdoms both falling for a servant or maybe a royal florist is so pleasing.

They both have different ways of showing their affections too, kirishima will ask you to show him the different plants that are in stock, and ask questions. He would probably try to be as close as possible to you, not enough to touch you but enough for you to feel how tall and powerful he is.

Bakugou is more blunt, and upfront. Often times when you get back to your chambers there will be an outfit with a note telling(not asking) for you to accompany him during breakfast.

Once they find out about the others affection for you, it just works out for them. Neither of them would object to you three being in a relationship, not to mention they have already have feelings for each other that go deeper than friendship.

They will (or at least attempt to) spoil you as much as possible. Anything you want will be what you get. They also love seeing you wearing each of their families crest.

They are the most attentive partners anyone can ask for. But you do have to give them both constant attention and affection. Especially Bakugou, he gets very grumpy when he doesn’t get enough affection.

You will be sitting on one of their laps while they sit on their thrones. You’ll be sitting on Bakugou’s lap while Eijiro holds your hand. Or vise versa.

They love fucking you while you wear your crown, or one of theirs. Even though their crowns are too big for your head, but when they are fucking you while one of their crowns is slanted and looks like it is slipping off your head, just makes them want to fuck you harder.

Adorned in jewelry, they fuck your pretty holes till you’re babbling nonsense, asking for your kings to let you cum again.

When you really want to rile them up call them “my king” , “ your highness,” or “ your grace” but do not think that calling them “my king” is a way to get out of a punishment. No. They will spank you, making you count and say,”thank you my king” while the other makes you keep eye contact while he pleasures himself to the sight of you being so helpless.

They love making you wear no panties or bra underneath your outfits, knowing how you’re embarrassed and paranoid about being caught turns them in. They love knowing that you’re naked underneath your clothes.

this is an old ask but im currently trying to work my way through them 🥺✨ this one is hella long so imma put a read more and tag some warnings

katsuki bakugou x gn!reader, eijiro kirishima x gn!reader

royalty!au, fluff, smut

warning(s): 18+ smut, exhibitionism, public sex, power play dynamics, oral sex ( male + reader receiving )

i see it as their kingdoms are merging or something and you somehow get caught up in the mix, the palace needing more staff to accommodate for the two lovely princes. katsuki is a brat, no manners but all the money in the world while kirishima is the more polite of the two and is quiet popular amongst the courts. they both need a bride and the one thing they can agree on is that they’re not interested in someone of royal blood, but you, a simple servant trying to get by and earn some money for their family.

their attempts to woo you were often difficult, with eijirou you constantly made fun of him; calling him things like ‘little prince’ to make him blush or to call him out on being flustered. he was kind to you and while eijiro genuinely shared an interest in the tasks at the palace— you often teased him for ‘pittying you’ which made him flustered and turn as red as his hair. katsuki on the other hand is the prince you butt heads with the most; he spoils you with riches and you insist that you don’t need them since you make a hefty living and he can’t seem to get that through his head. He’s rude to you and probably has almost made you cry on several occasions— but he often redeems himself with kind words and apologies that he nearly trips over.

when the two princes are finally coronated is when they actually confess to you and it isn’t a problem for the three of you at all. they promise to wed you and love you unconditionally. you probably encourage bakugou to do his duties and actually act like a good king to his people— he probably finds it one of your most attractive traits that you’re able to lead people so well. kirishima confides in you a lot about his insecurities as a king and you always manage to cheer him up and reassure him that he’s doing the best for his kingdom :((

now when it comes to fucking, you certainly are into a royal treat. the two kings love exhibitionism, they’d gladly rail you in front of the entire court if you’d let them and mayhaps you already have.

bakugou forcing you on your knees. like a barbarian, telling you to take his cock during a meeting about battle plans. he doesn’t care that some of his most loyal soldiers are watching you gag around his thick length, that they can see tears streaming down your cheeks while mixing with the masses of precum and drool that paint your chin. he loves it. so do you.

kirishima prefers to have his way with you in the throne room, practically splitting you open while he forces you to bounce your sex up and down on his cock as he sits proudly on his throne. whoever walks in will either get to watch you fall apart on royal dick or is banished from the palace forever, depends on what mood he’s in.

but when they’re together, katsuki and eijiro are eagerly spreading your thighs apart and devouring you with tongue and teeth, you could be in the royal gardens or in the middle of a banquet they couldn’t care less-- misbehave and they’ll have you face down and ass up in an instant, greedily slurping at your sex for all to see and hear, forcing orgasm after orgasm from your stimulated holes as the shove their tongues deep inside you, both at once.

only god knows how many precious family embelms and darling royal clothes you’ve ruined from cumming all over them at katsuki bakugou and eijiro kirishima’s hands.

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Idea for a smut with tom that he's somewhere far off for filming, so you video chat before bed. One day you decide to tease him a bit by wearing something that shows off your boobs but tom being the gentleman he is, tries not to look, maybe you're still in the early stages of dating. But then when you hang up he admits he had to hold himself back from looking at you to which you answer that you did it on purpose. And he's like FUCK and calls you up again to show you how hard you made him and👀👀

this concept...ooft. I absolutely love it, thank you so much for sending it my way !!! 2.2k, nsfw; 18+ minors dni!!

—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—

extended warnings: cyber sex, mutual masturbation.

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As your phone screen buffers and loads the video call, you pull at the top of your tank top, mischievously dragging it down your chest in order to expose some more skin. The moment you’d got the text from your boyfriend, Tom, asking if you’d like to call him, you’d pulled off your bra and slithered into the very tight, very form-fitting top. You’re resting over the bed now, on your front, and as you check out your reflection in the dark loading screen of your phone, you realise that your objective has been completed: your boobs look great, and you look hot.

You enjoy teasing Tom, love the way he always tries to act like such a gentleman when he’s around you. You’ve only been together a few months, and over the past two weeks that he’s been away on location shooting his new film, you’ve had fun stripping down and slipping into a different provocative outfit each night, just to see how far you can push it before he snaps. So far, you’ve gotten away with a variety of interesting garments: tight dresses, thin bra straps, no shirt... And yet Tom’s resolve has remained strong as he looks anywhere but your figure, eyes fixed firmly on your face as his cheeks dust red with arousal over the course of each call. You know you have an effect over him, but he isn’t allowing himself to show it, which is just testament to his endearing chivalry.

It’s fun, and you love teasing him like this, but you’ve grown fed up with the games. Now, the only objective you have is to push him over the edge, to the point where you’ve slipped on this tight top, applied a coat of your favourite lipstick, and greet him with a slightly seductive smirk as the call connects through.

“Hey, Tom,” you say, smiling at him.

Your boyfriend looks very handsome tonight. He’s sitting up against the headboard, wrapped up in an orange and green striped rugby shirt. He looks tired, deep bags hanging beneath his sparkling brown eyes, but as he meets your gaze through the camera, he grins. His entire face springs to life, a wide smile unfurling over his lovely pink lips.

“Hi, darling,” Tom replies, accented voice crisp and familiar. You sigh happily as you sit forward a little, your eyes following the lines of his brown curls, heart fluttering in your chest as you see him again. “How are you?”

For a while, you exchange pleasantries. Tom tells you all about his day on set, talking about the acrobatics involved with swinging around on high wires, and then the topic turns to you and your day. You keep steady eye contact with him, smirking softly every time you reposition and you watch Tom try very, very hard not to look at your bust. The way you’re laying, spread out across the mattress, means the tops of your boobs inhabit the entire lower section of the screen. After a while of watching Tom slowly getting more flustered, you start to play around with the thin strap of the top, enjoying the way he continuously clears his throat and tries, almost painfully, to keep his eyes up on your face.

You have to give it to him: his attempts at preserving your dignity are very valiant and well-mannered. It amuses you to work him up like this, to see very obviously the effect that you have over him as Tom resorts to scratching at his neck and pulling at his hair as he tries to distract himself from looking at your tits. He reaches breaking point about ten minutes in when you sit up straighter and the camera picks up the line of your pebbled nipples, straining against the shirt.

“Oh, uh, Y/N, darling, I’m- I’m going to have to go,” he mutters. You see him swallow, eyes wide.

“Oh, really?” You coo, pouting softly. “How come?”

Tom shifts around on the bed, managing a very weak smile. “Just remembered I have some, uh, things to do,” he says. “Talk tomorrow?”

You exchange some farewells, and then your heart sinks as Tom disconnects the call and your phone screen falls black. You scowl as you throw yourself back onto the bed, wishing that Tom wasn’t so lovely, and respectful, and kind. You love those qualities, and your boyfriend is nothing but incredible towards you, but part of you wishes that you were at that stage in your relationship where you could just cut to the chase and enact your darkest desires over video call, instead of having to try and goad him into releasing his frustrations with you.

After a few moments of contemplation, your phone screen lights up and interrupts your reveries.

Tom <3: were you doing that on purpose

You raise an eyebrow as you reach for your phone, biting your lip as you continue the conversation with him.

Y/N: idk...what are you talking about?

Tom <3: your shirt Tom <3: did you wear it so low on purpose or is it just like that

Y/N: did it on purpose Y/N: cute to see you try not to look at me Y/N: very innocent

You see the message come up with the notification for read, then watch as the text bubble for Tom typing pops up, only to disappear a moment later. Just as your eyebrows start to furrow with confusion, your phone begins to vibrate again, and you smile as you see another incoming video message from Tom. You quickly press accept, then roll onto your back and lay back on your bed, head resting against your pillows as your free hand goes to rest on your lower stomach.

The call connects, and your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, bare-chested now, his hair slightly messier than before. His bright brown eyes are wide as he looks at you, glaring mischievously at you as he licks over his lower lip.

“You little minx,” he murmurs, narrowing his eyes into slits. “I knew it.”

You just shrug, humming softly. “You’re cute,” you reply. You waggle your eyebrows as your eyes shamelessly take in the expanse of his naked chest. “And hot.”

Tom chuckles. “So are you,” he returns. He’s a lot looser now, you realise, his face less a bright red, more a gentle pink. “I had to try so hard not to look at you, didn’t want you to think I was being weird.” Tom licks his lips. “If I’d known you were doing it on purpose…” He clucks his tongue, and as he sees the lust in your eyes, he adds, “Makes me so fucking hard to see you like this, love.”

Your eyes move over the screen, and you realise you can’t see one of Tom’s arms. With an arching eyebrow, you bite your lip.

“Show me?” You ask, softly.

Tom glances at you, seeming to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. “Will you show me?” He asks.

“What do you want to see?”

Your boyfriend groans, as if the question brings him unrestricted levels of pleasure. “Everything.”

You chuckle as you nod. “Gimme a sec.”

With excited hands, you put the phone down and stand from the bed, making quick work of your jeans as you wriggle out of them. Next to go are your panties, and then the very thin tank top. You settle back on the bed, fully naked, picking up the phone and holding it in front of you. You keep it angled towards your face, but you know he’s able to see the tops of your chest, complete bare now for him.

“So gorgeous, love,” he murmurs, voice warm and familiar. “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

Your throat runs dry as Tom flips the camera on his phone and the image changes. He’s still laying on his hotel bed, but you’re greeted with the sight of his hand, wrapped in a fist around his hard, leaking cock. The sharp camera picks up the precum leaking from his flushed tip, and you moan softly as you watch him run a thumb over his length, spreading the precum down his length as he goes back to jerking himself off, slow but deliberate, his quiet grunts coming down the line.

“Was that all me?” You reply, captivated as you watch the muscles in his forearm flex. Your cunt clenches, wetness pooling at your entrance as you reminisce on the times you’ve spent with his cock in your mouth, or your hand, or buried deep inside you. You let your hand slip down between your legs, fingertips brushing at your cunt and gathering some of your arousal before spreading it up to your clit.

“Yes,” Tom replies. His voice is louder now he’s holding the phone closer to his face, and the sound of his tone in such high quality makes you shiver. “Show me, please?”

You continue to rub your clit, teasing your bud with delicate circles as you fumble with your phone and flip the camera too, holding the device above you as you get a shot of your chest. You know he can see your hand between your legs, but the strategic position of your fingers blocks out the sight of your pussy, flushed and wet for him.

“Fuck, darling,” Tom groans. “You look incredible.”

You bite at your lip, shifting around on the bed and angling the phone so he can see your naked chest.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you reply. You pause for a moment, breath hitching when you reach down and slip two fingers into your tight heat. As you work yourself open, you look into the camera and speak directly to him. “I feel so empty without you,” you complain, lips rolling into a pout. “Wish you were here to fuck me properly.” With a mischievous smirk, you pull the phone further down your body, parting your thighs properly and letting him get a nice, long look at the sight of your fingers fucking your cunt. “I’m so wet for you.”

Your boyfriend whimpers and the sound makes your cunt throb. You keep the phone trained between your legs, but angle it so you can watch the screen, enjoying the sight of Tom stroking himself, his cock red and fully erect. There’s something so seductive about getting off together, something very intimate about exposing yourself like this to him, and in return being able to see the power that you hold over him.

“So pretty, baby,” he says. “I think about your pretty fucking pussy every day. Get off to it with my hand around my cock, just like this. I imagine being inside you, feeling you- fuck, feeling you taking me so well, so tight.” A strangled groan comes up his throat, and you whimper. You readjust your hand so the flat of your thumb hits against your clit, a high forming in the pit of your stomach. “Does that feel good?” He asks, and you know he can hear the sounds of you fucking your wetness with your fingers. “Do you like showing me your cunt like this?”

You moan, your chest heaving as you curl your fingers up to stimulate your g-spot.

“Yes, Tom,” you reply, your voice coming out weak. “Love it.”

“That’s my girl.” Tom’s tone is high and tight, stretched thin with lust. You see the way his phone shakes as he gets nearer to peaking, his hand moving quickly over his cock. “Gonna let me watch you cum, hmm? I want to see you get your fingers wet for me, lovie.”

You moan in response, nodding your head despite him being unable to see him. “Fuck,” you whimper, feeling it near. “Gonna cum.”

Tom grunts. “Go on,” he encourages, voice raspy. “I’m gonna blow, darling, let me see you. Fuck, pussy looks so sweet. Bet it’s so tight and warm, isn’t it? Are you going to let me watch you cum?”

You moan as you peak, warmth spreading out across your centre in powerful waves as you climax with a cry. Your eyes squeeze shut as the intensity of your orgasm takes you off guard, and when you’re able to open them a few moments later, you’re greeted with the sight of Tom cumming. His pretty moans and whines make you shiver, prolonging your high as you watch him peak, white cum shooting from his tip and all across his stomach. It’s so messy, and frenzied, and it’s all for you.

“Fuck, Tom,” you groan, basking in the afterglow. “You’re so hot.”

After a few moments of his ragged breathing, Tom flips the camera and you’re greeted with his face again. Once you’ve done the same, you’re able to look into his eyes, finding comfort in the warm slopes of his lips and the gentle love reflecting from his gaze. You feel closer to him - closer than ever before.

“You’re stunning,” Tom compliments, causing you to smile at him. “So beautiful, love.”

You bite at your lip, shrugging almost bashfully. “Thank you,” you mutter, using a hand to tame your hair. You wink at him as you relax, slowly recovering your breath. “That was fun.”

Tom nods, his curly brown hair a mess over his forehead. “It was,” he agrees. His teeth glint as he smiles at you, wide and proud. “How about, next time you feel like having some fun, you just come out and tell me?” He suggests.

You grin. “You mean you didn’t enjoy my teasing?”

He chuckles. “Oh, believe me, darling, I did.” Tom grins wickedly. “Just I much rather enjoy the sight of you fucking yourself for me.”

You bite your lip, feeling your cunt throb in response to his words.

“Sounds good to me.” Your hand creeps back down between your legs, and you look at him slyly. “Round two?”

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