#like it was written like were supposed to be wondering whats going on even tho weve know for like seven chapters now

[aceyogurt]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

Late night show (NSFW)

A/n: HEYYYY SORRY FOR THIS TAKING SO LONG. I’ve been like dead I know anywaysssssss Angel Dust smut and he’s a drag queen!!!! Okay little note tho I don’t much about drag nor have I written male x male smut before so I apologize if it’s not the best!

Word count: 1.5k

It was an annoyingly long work day today, and the feeling inside yourself was of complete emptiness with a small amount of annoyance. Usually, whenever a day would go on like this you'd get home, open a bottle, and drink till the bottom, but tonight was different. You had been overhearing talk of this new drag show which was supposed to have some good acts. (along with cheap booze). While you’ve never been particularly interested in drag shows you figured fuck it why not. (and again cheap booze was enough to cash you in). 

Figuring that these types of places aren’t exactly ‘formal’ you changed out of your work uniform, and now the issue came to what you would wear since you didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. You decided a simple color crop top with some shorts would work. And so you were on your way! Luckily the place wasn’t hard to find because, when coming up to it bright pink neon signs filled your view, Spiders Lounge underneath in smaller print stated it was both a drag show and bar.

Entering the place it was a more typical club set up but, having a pink stage with silk curtains near the back. You figured you'd get a drink (or two) then make your way down to the show and watch well whatever the fuck drags do. (Why would you go to a drag show not even knowing what it is you dumb fu-).

Going up to the bar you were met with a cat like a bartender who seemed pleasant. “What can I get for yah boy,” the bartender asks and you reply. “Whatever’s the cheapest you got.” you hear a soft husky chuckle as he goes to get what you wanted. In the meantime, your eyes wandered the club, familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. As your attention wandered to the stage the bartender spoke to you while sliding the drink order to you. “First time here?” you took a good gulp from the drink “Yeah” the bartender was cleaning a glass while nodding “You should pay attention to this next guy that starts in a few minutes. Crowd loves him” While you weren’t exactly interested in the drag performers themselves you figured you’d continue the convo, “Oh yeah? And what’s so special about him?” the sinner laughed and simply replied, “You’ll see”. You rolled your eyes before ordering another drink.

As you were making your way down to the stage area you saw there was much more of a crowd now, and along with that the lights had dimmed a lot more giving much more of a romantic atmosphere. You didn’t care to stay too close to the stage so you took a seat in a booth nearby away from the huge swarm of sinners who seemed more than eager to see this special performer.

A speaker played above everyone “And now the performer of the night, Angel Dust!~” The lights dimmed as the club seemed to almost go silent, whispers probably had appeared near the back but, no one near the stage dared to speak, that’s when the curtains opened and pink neon lights silhouetted a performer. A new York-style style accent had begun to sing. “Till death do us part” he hadn’t even finished the first line and the crowd started falling head over heels. Throughout his performance, the lights started to become less harsh allowing his features to show much better. And damn, you had to admit he was fucking hot. Having a latex black dress with a pair of platforms really brought out his character. And his makeup was perfectly done with long and thick eyeliner that could mesmerize anyone who fell into his web. He made eye contact with you at one particular part of his act and winked. You could feel your face turn red (along with something else).

While the song had ended he started to move onto the next part of the performance. “Now that that's over with this next part of the show Ima need a guest volunteer” Sinners everywhere started shouting and begging to be chosen by him, but none of them knew he already had the perfect sinner in mind. “You in the back” his eyes were in your direction and you turned both ways to see if he was referring to you before giving him a confused look. “Yes, you pretty boy, come up here”. Now if you were sober there was no way in hell you would've gone up, but those drinks had helped you loosen up and you felt your legs carry you up onto the stage. You watched as other sinners shot looks of daggers and envy at you as you were met to the side of the spider. “Before we get onto the main course, what's your name sweet cheeks” Angel asked directly to you and handed the mic over, you tell him and the crowd your name before he takes the microphone back to continue on. “Well for this performance tonight I’m gonna be dancing with the guy here and see how well he does.” the crowd became even more envious of you, but all that you could think about is the fact you couldn’t dance. At all. So you tap the performer on the shoulder (or the closest you could get to it) and softly speak to him, embarrassed not letting the crowd hear. “I can’t dance at all. I think it’d be better if you-” he cut you off grabbing your arm to pull you close to him as he spoke back in the same quiet manner. “You don’t gotta think about anything, just follow what I do.”

You weren’t even given the chance to protest back as the music started playing and he guided you around the stage, while you yourself couldn’t dance, he sure could. Spinning around doing all kinds of moves the two of you mesmerized the crowd and halfway through the song those thoughts that had been clouding your mind were nowhere now. And Before you knew it the song was over and he was holding your hand up as he smiled at the crowd who was cheering. 

After That it was kinda a blur but, what you do remember is the spider pulling you into his dressing room locking the door behind him. You guys ended up on his camel back sofa with his legs wrapped around your torso and arms all over the place. Your kissing was nothing calm nor romantic, it was messy and lustful. “The moment I saw you had me feeling things yah know that toots?” Angel spoke between a mouthful of kisses. You guys didn’t stop as you moaned in his mouth. Infatuated with one another the positioning stayed more or less the same as his head rested on the cushion of the couch and you on top of him with heavy breathing. His legs stayed wrapped around you as one pair of his hands reached towards your pants rubbing against the bulge that had been formed. It didn’t take long to remove your lower clothing and the dress Angel had been wearing. Of course he had a one piece so now he was completely bare in front of you and god, he looked even better without any of the intricate clothing designs covering his fur. Your hands were on his wait as you two began to kiss again. It felt so much messier than it did a few minutes ago. But, even not fully getting into it yet, you knew Angel was experienced from the way he moved and talked, you don’t know if that made you nervous or even more turned on but, when you’ve had everything that’s happened to tonight happen, it all kinda mushes together. While you continued to be interlinked with one another Angel’s upper pair of arms reached into a drawer near the sofa pulling out a bottle and condom. While he was opening the bottle you had been handed the condom. Neither of you wanted to pull away from each other even when needing to prep yourselves.

Angel was surprisingly quick to get ready (partly because he starts before every performance-) but, as you were both ready he guided you now, leaking a tip to him. As you had started to enter inside your grip naturally tightened and he was wrapped around you. When you had bottomed out both of you let out a moan and Angel’s top pair of arms firmly latched onto your shoulders. That’s when you did one slow thrust, then another, and another, before you knew it your pace had become fast and deep, which Angel loved. He moaned telling you to keep it just like that as you then hit his g spot. He wanted to fucking scream, and the sound he made was plenty enough to make you come on sight. One of you guys cursed, you're not sure who, maybe it was both of you as you went through your orgasm. And not long after Angel also had one of his own. You just stayed inside him for a bit before pulling out and laying against the head of the sofa in a sweat. While you had been waiting for Angel to kick you out or something he got up to hang up his dress and looked over to you not even seeming to be exhausted. “So toots, you wanna do a round two?”

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[betasquads]

NEEDY, Niko Omilana

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Summary: Niko was never this impatient. Calling you, texting you to come urgently to his apartment. You've never seen him like this and you wonder how it'd turn out if you stretched the situation by not giving in.

Warnings: gets REALLY heated but no smut bc writing smut is so complicated

A/N: omd my phone broke so this was difficult to write and thats why its RLLY short and terrible. also I was a little uncomfortable writing this even tho I've written smut before + it's not rlly smut just detailed making out. (this is horrible, read on your own risk!)

Humming to your favorite song everytime you had to do work infront of your laptop was the only thing that kept you sane and kept you going without any interruption.

You kept hearing your phone buzzing multiple times, but you chose to ignore it just so you could finish all the work you had to do.

You had to send out emails to clients just like what your boss had ordered for you to do, but the amount of time your phone kept buzzing was starting to get you annoyed.

You still decided to ignore it, that was until you heard your phone ringing. Your eyes that was latched on the laptop across of you was now on the phone that was laid next to you.

You sigh when you realize it's your boyfriend, Niko. You bring the phone to your ears when you answer.

"What is it? I'm still trying to send emails and my manager will kill me if he finds out I haven't sent them yet–"

"Haven't you seen my texts?" His voice was hushed and you could even pinpoint Sharky and Aj talking and laughing in the background.

"No? I didn't know that it was you sending me those messages. What is going on?" You're now worried, confused with why he had to call you since he knew you were busy.

"Well..." His voice trails off, like he was trying to think if it was a good idea to tell you or not.

"Niko just spit it out–"

"I need you here, like right now." You were cut off, a little a taken aback by the fact that he was whispering and sounded too desperate. He always loved your company, but not to the point where he needed you even while you were working.

"Is everything okay? Aren't you supposed to be filming right now?" You question, placing your phone on your shoulder and bringing it up to your ears while typing things on your laptop.

"Well, filming got canceled and they thought it'd be a great idea by coming over at Aj and I's apartment. And I uhm– need you." He clears his throat and sounded even a little embarrassed. You still didn't get the point or the message he was trying to send you.

"You can survive a few hours without me, Niko." You say, half annoyed. You still try to fight the grin that was close to forming on your face.

"No, you don't understand. I feel uncomfortable in those jeans and I need you. I need you to come to my apartment." He sighs in the end, impatient.

You hum when you finally understand what he wants. You bite your lip at his urgency, tempted, but not too tempted where you would give up to him. You wondered how it would turn out if you didn't go to him or accept his request.

"I don't know Niko. Im really busy with all of this. Can't you wait?" You try to hide your laugh, picturing him trying to relieve himself by shifting in any position. You weren't that busy, you could've easily sent the emails and leave.

"Fuck– are you serious?" He sighs. You raise your eyebrows, surpised that he cursed.

"Mhm." You hum, a little extra to get him around the edge.

"y/n, im serious. I need you to come here." He whines. You were a little surprised by how needy he was since usually he was never like this.

"And so am I. Try surviving for a few hours you schmuck." Before he has another word to say, you immediately close the call.

Not even a second later, the phone begins ringing again, a wide smile forming on your face.

You put your phone on silent, nervous, excited to how this would turn out after you finish your work.

This was going to be fun.

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The call between you and Niko had slipped your mind. Hours passed by and now you stood infront of the bathroom mirror, applying your daily skincare routine before sleeping. You yawn, ready to tuck yourself in bed.

You were almost fully asleep until you were awoken by the three loud bangs that came from your front door.

You groan since you were really comfortable with your position, hesitantly getting up and walking to the front door.

You unlock the door, not thinking much of it until you were met face to face with your boyfriend. He slowly walks to you and he casts a long glance over your face with his dark gaze.

"Niko." You say surpised, now fully awake and now it felt like you didn't wanna sleep anymore.

His hand caresses your cheek, thumb slowly skimming over your bottom lip as he takes his own between his teeth. Desire builds in the pit of your stomach the longer his burning gaze stares at your mouth, which miraculously have the same hypnotic effect on you despite the usual brown absent from his irises, now it was completely black.

He closes the distance between your yearning mouths and you immediately respond to him, your hands going up to thread through his dark hair.

He pushes you until your back somehow ended up in the counter of your kitchen, leaning above of you, and pressing one hand against the small of your back. You hear plates clattering and pull back from the kiss to see his hand impatiently pushing away the plates to the other side of the counter.

The kiss was heated and needy which made you impossible to think straight. A small whine is emitted from your throat when his mouth leaves yours, as his hand tilts your head back to give him better access to your neck. His hot lips latch onto the exposed skin, sucking harshly with occasional swipes of his tongue to soothe the sensitive, cool skin.

He groans when he hears a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth, knowing that you were actually satisfied. You trail a hand into his hair, lightly fisting the soft locks between your fingers.

"Niko," You sigh, reveling in the feeling of his mouth and glorious tongue working against your skin, as his cold hands slide underneath your top, making you silently gasp.

His hands hook around your thighs and he lifts you up onto the counter. He stands between your legs and you wrap them around his waist, pulling him in closer. Your hands caress the sides of his cheeks and you bring his face back to yours, sealing your lips over his in a hungry kiss.

He let's out breathy whines once you grip his hair to deepen the kiss. His hands wraps around your waist a little aggressively and he pushes himself against you.

He breaks the kiss, his lips still ghosting over yours, "I missed you." He rasps and hums, tracing your jaw and his thumb lingers on your bottom lip. He teasingly runs his lips against yours and claims your mouth in a languid kiss. Niko traces the tip of his tongue over your lips, patiently waiting until you willingly part them for him.

A soft moan is coaxed out of you when his tongue glides over yours, your extremities burning for more. You run your hands up in the back of his neck, your fingers curl into his messy locks. His hand falls from your face, curving over your hip, down your backside and gripping the flesh of your thigh.

"You are driving me crazy. You seriously have no idea," He says out of context and you laugh breathily, flicking his tongue with yours.

His open mouth finding your neck, sucking, biting, and his hot mouth nibbling down to your chest, a rumble sounding in his chest as he reaches the cleavage exposed in the white silky pajamas you were wearing to your bed.

"How was everything? You know– shit– you know your boys and everything." You manage to gasp out, tightening your fist in his dark hair.

He let's out a devious chuckle, lifting your leg with his hold on your thigh and hitching it around his hip. Raising his head, blazing brown eyes meet yours, head cocked.

"It was torture." his teeth graze your neck, your pulse leaping underneath his mouth, emitting a low hum from him.

"And why is that?" You question trying to get a rise out of him since he never really liked going into detail whenever he needs you desperately, breath hitching as he playfully bites down.

"As I said, I really missed you." he replies, kissing up your throat until his mouth seals over yours. His hand flexes around your thigh and you feel his hardness press into yours, your throat, triggering a moan from swallowed by his fervent kiss.

You gasp into his mouth and he hums, grinding into your hips slowly. His intimate touch makes it impossible to form a coherent thought and you groan, breaking the kiss.

Opening your mouths to each other simultaneously, Niko groans deeply, tongue stroking yours. You nudge your thighs apart, pulling him in as close as possible even though the only thing separating the both of you were your clothes. He runs his large hands over your clothed thigh, gripping the flesh of your thighs.

You use his dark brown locks clutched in your fingers to pull his head back, peppering kisses down his throat. His Adam's apple bobs and you slide your tongue over it, hearing his breath catch. "Fuck." He says under his breath, desperate moans falling from his lips.

He breathes through a half moan as you suck hard. He pulls you back up to meet his dark gaze, "How about we take this to my bedroom?" You tilt your head.

"You don't have to sound desperate, schmuck." He replies. You roll your eyes with a smile, Niko smiling and sending you looks that was far from innocent.

And the night ended up with his needs being satisfied.

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[turnertable]

I’m suffering the post-concert blues from a festival I didn’t even physically attend, only through a TV (Glastonbury of course!) and was wondering if I could put in a request for just some general fluff between Alex and the reader after his show with the monkeys at glasto this year? Maybe reader being just extremely proud and some tired but cute as fuck fluffiness. I’m not great with actually putting my ideas into words and describing them, sorry! Hope you understand what I’m on about <3

written by meee, first fic. sorry if it's shit

warnings: none, just silly sick Alex fluff

word count: 2k

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Sick Day at Glastonbury

(Alex Turner x Reader) (the car era !)

(gif credit to @alexturner )

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The final chords of R U Mine? buzzed across the field of Worthy Farm, Somerset and Alex finally breathed out after all the excitement of the Glastonbury Festival. "Third time's a charm." Alex said under his breath as he did his bows and blew the kisses like usual, turning to his bandmates to leave the stage with a smile. His voice was on the brink of collapse but the attention was enough to make him want to do it all over again.

At the side of the stage, stood her. His pride and joy, the one person he needed to prove himself worthy to still, to impress. Even with the mirrorball right there, somehow she glowed brighter. Y/N could hardly contain her excitement as she cheered him on at this final hurrah, like she hadn't been screaming his name after every song as a measure of her pride in the band. The anticipation of seeing each other again was magnetic and it only took a few steps.

As the Monkeys left the stage, Y/N offered a soft smile and congratulations to Jamie, Matt and Nick, her voice hoarse from the screaming which the boys could understand and offered her hugs before running off to their girls desperately. Y/N loved Alex to the ends of the earth but dating a lead singer did mean you were left at the side of the stage the longest because he was always the one to cue the lights to go down, this was almost a game to see how long he'd take at each gig she attended. Eventually, Alex got off the stage and smiled so wide at the sight of her, running over and picking her up excitedly.

"Babeh!" He chuckled a bit at his excitement as she clung to him. "We did it!" His voice was getting hoarse since he was supposed to be on vocal rest. Y/N pulled him for a kiss to shut him up which Alex of course didn't mind, it was the only polite way to keep him quiet.

She got down and looked at him like he was a god, noticing his messy hair after and giggling. "Al, you look like a lion" She tried to tame it slightly but it was too far gone plus he looked too cute to try to amend perfection. He smiled back like she was an angel before him and shrugged.

"You seem t' like it tho.." Alex hummed as he wrapped an arm around her waist, attempting to lead her backstage so they could both rest after all the raucous. She smiled and looked down, nodding, "perhaps…" as she followed Alex back to the dressing room, letting him rub her side as the crowd became quieter and quieter.

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Alex opened the door and held it for Y/N, "Ladies first, me love." Y/N slightly swooned at his gentlemanly moves. Even if she was used to his actions, the looks and gravitas of Alex Turner would forever be a shock of her system. She waltzed in and essentially fell onto the sofa from the exhaustion of jumping around for 2 hours, making Alex chuckle softly at the sight.

"You ok, babeh?" He sat on the arm of the chair, coughing as his voice squeaks due to the laryngitis he was facing; frankly the fact he even went out on stage was a feat for only the best. Y/N offered him a sympathetic look and a nod, mumbling out a small "tired." with a whine.

As they shared a moment of mutual sympathy, Alex attempted to pull Y/N to sit up gently so she could lay in his lap from the sofa as he rested his voice, just so she knew that he was there for her, even if he couldn't say it. Y/N complied and Alex's hand found it's way into her hair to softly stroke it as he looked down at her with awe and love. She was his, the muse in every word he wrote, the light of his life. He just hoped she knew it.

Y/N shut her eyes and hummed to herself to fill the silence of where Alex's words would usually occupy, much to his joy. Everything felt perfect in this moment. If the festival hadn't felt like a milestone, this comedown was a haven well deserved. Alex's gaze never left her face, studying it like it was the first time he'd ever seen it: tender touches traced her jaw and cheek. This made Y/N giggle slightly, remaining serene amazingly.

"Alexander, that tickles." One of her eyes opened up for a second to see his reaction with a sweet smile. What voice Alex had left was a breathy, squeaky mess so to avoid being compared to his younger self, he offered a cheeky shrug and a poke on the cheek. Y/N noticed and thought to herself: "Do you want some tea?" She tried to sit up as she voiced her concern for him.

This wasn't just an offer of a beverage and the pair of them knew that: Y/N wanted to look after a very sickly Alex. Being the man of the relationship, he had been handling laryngitis "well" or in actuality, he hadn't been able to have a smoke for a week and lay on the tour bus bunk for hours at a time. However this was not a usual Alex is ill situation, it was Glastonbury and a continuing tour after it: there was little time for reluctance nor resistance to being looked after for Alex. He nodded and let her go to the kettle as he sat on the sofa silently, putting his feet up which Y/N smiled at softly as she turned back to look at him, exchanging a look of "it'll be ok baby".

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On the table that housed the kettle, also sat the record player which Alex always requested on the rider: a man who loved his profession didn't cover it. If Alex wasn't performing, the 8 track or gramophone filled the fleeting seconds until the next time he was on stage. Naturally Y/N got the record from before the show back on, much to Alex's enjoyment as he hummed out as if to say "good job" and leaned his head back. Y/N leaned against the table as the kettle boiled, watching her boyfriend relax and grinning to herself at the sight of Alex Turner relaxing for once in his busy life.

"You good?" Y/N joked, checking he was alright since this was odd for her to see. Alex offered her a thumbs up and a stupid smile, making Y/N actually laugh and narrow her eyes at his need to one-up her joke. Alex's wide smile and her genuine chuckle was rudely interrupted by the click of the kettle going off, leading them to both jump at it which only prompted another soft laugh and gaze between them. Y/N turned back to the table to make their tea, making sure to do it perfectly for Alex, he only deserves the best.

"Now I know it's not beer or the best rolled, organic cigarette but… I think I make a good cuppa." Y/N said all cutely as she set the drink down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Alex smiled softly and sat up, gazing at her with such a grateful look. No words were needed for Y/N to understand how much Alex loved her and appreciated this. She scurried off to get her tea and came to sit with him, leaning on his shoulder to stay close to him and holding her cup in her hands to stay warm.

"I don't know if you need to hear this because I think the crowd said it for you.." Y/N whispered to him as she continued, "but I'm so fucking proud of you, there's no band that could do that 3 times that well as the monkeys…" Alex immediately turned to her and kissed her temple with need after that reassurance, not being able to thank her vocally. Y/N lit up and sipped her tea before cuddling into him more and sighing. "I'm glad I'm here, to watch you do this…" Y/N just gushed on and on about the band and himself, not quite finding the words specifically but talking like she couldn't ever stop praising him.

Alex's smile felt permanent as far as he was concerned, just the way she made him feel was like a drug and he was so ready to be able to talk properly again so he could tell her that but alas, here he was, non verbal with tea in his hands and a sore throat. "I love ya." Alex squeaked out and blushed slightly, "Sorry luv, it's like we're back int boardwalk, aye?" He continued into the joke to hide the disdain he had for his voice right now.

Y/N smiled brightly and shrugged, "I'd still kiss 20 year old Alex, don't you worry. His voice was cute too…but don't let him out just to talk to me. Vocal rest, Turner." She scolded him slightly but it was all in the name of love and wanting him well again. Alex nodded and smirked at the comment, looking her up and down to be funny, making Y/N tap him softly. "Behave yourself, not like that." Alex was content with that answer and sipped his own drink, listening to the music that filled the room.

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As cups drained and cuddles were exchanged, Alex and Y/N's eyes became heavy with warmth and comfort; "Do we need to go back to the hotel?" Y/N mumbled out, followed by a yawn. Alex hummed in response as he nodded with shut eyes. Stretching and leaving Alex's arms, Y/N giggled slightly, "are we that old now where we won't even enjoy Glastonbury after hours?", causing Alex to crack up a bit. Alex looked at her and shrugged like "yeah and what about it?, the smug persona hadn't left since the last time they were at the festival, just it wasn't to get a girl but in fact, a bed to sleep in with the love of his life.

"Back in a sec." Y/N got up and went to leave to find Steve or anyone from the crew to get the pair of them a ride to the hotel. It was a benefit of dating a rockstar, she got what she wanted with more included but honestly Alex's needs were shared right now. Once the ride was confirmed, she returned to Alex and packed their stuff they desperately needed, anything that the crew wouldn't be able to get them later. Alex came to help and yawned as they waited for the knock on the door to leave. His hand found its way to her waist again, it was his way of keeping her safe within the feeling of fame; plus he knew she liked it. She smiled up at him and rubbed her eyes as the knock came at the door as the cue to go.

They snuck out of the dressing room and out of the back to their security, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible in this massive festival where Alex was already under a lot of pressure. If he was seen ill and half asleep, the NME would have it on the website in an hour. They stayed hidden, heads down and walking fast to that car on the other side of the festival. Luckily, the paps only caught what they couldn't see as the pair stepped into the car and sped off to their hotel.

Alex sighed out and looked over at Y/N who was already looking at him. That knowing gaze was unstoppable at that point. It took a lot to get the rockstar away from the music but for Y/N, the golden boy of Glastonbury Festival would call it a night.

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[spikedhe4rt]

Word Count: 957

A/N: This was a request so I hope you enjoy. I haven't written fluff in a while so im sorry if it's rough. My request box is always open and I love you guys <3

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"Move asshole" I groaned as Steve sat next to me on the couch. He rolled his eyes, remaining in my space. "You're being such a B-" A loud voice came roaring from the kitchen, almost causing a echo through out the Curtis house. " Language, Steve!" Darry. I laughed at Steve getting called out by Darry. My laugh was hard to miss causing Darry to tell me to shut up too.

Ive known the gang for a long time, especially with Dallas being my brother. Most people think that he must have such a soft spot for me but truth is he's still him. Annoying as shit just in big brother form. Me and Steve never got along. He always acted weird towards me for no reason and I just return the favor.

I stuck my middle finger up to Steve and kicked him off the couch, causing a loud thud. "What the hell was that?" Soda exclaimed from the hallway. "I kicked the cow off the couch" I exclaimed with a laugh. Two-bit who was sitting on the floor with a beer busted out laughing with me. Steve pulled himself off the floor, mumbling something as he walked over to Soda.

It seemed like we could never go day without arguing or a fight. We even fight at the Dx while working: "Thats not how you're supposed to restock those." Steve said from behind me. I shrugged acting like I didn't feel his breath on my neck from how close he was. "Seems right to me. Leave me be, Randle." I continued to restock the candy till I felt Steve grab my hand and spin me around.

"You're still doing it wrong" his voice got lower, as he had me again the wall. I rolled my eyes. Men are so sensitive... "Really? All this over restocking candy? Get a grip, Steven" I spit my words like they were poison. "Screw you, Winston" I laughed at his words as he let go and walked away.

We kept our distance for the most part but it tends to get hard when the whole gang wants to hang out together. And when we run into each-other randomly. Sometimes I don't even get the point of why we're arguing we just do.

One thing is that we both know when something too far, subjects that are off limits. Its almost as if that we are protective of each other's feelings in a way.

Dallas and Soda live for the drama but sometimes even they get fed up. Once, me and him were arguing about whether Steves tattoo is dumb or not. It is. Dallas came over smacked the back of our heads and said "Do you guy ever shut the hell up?" then walked out. I was absolutely flabbergasted at that.

Even tho were "enemies" as Steve calls it, Ive wondered what it would be like if we weren't. If he hadn't acted like a asshole all the time, I wouldn't be one too.

                                ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

It was my shift at the Dx. Today was Sodas off day so I was left with Steve. He was nagging at everything I was doing. "You're doing it wrong" , "Shut the hell up, Randle" , "Ive worked here longer than you", and "And yet, I'm still better at my job than you'll ever be" were being thrown across the room. After I said my last words, I walked into the back to get away from him. God, he is insufferable!

After about five minutes, I heard the storage room open. I rolled my eyes for the 5th time this  shift because I knew who it was. "Can you do your job" Steve said to me. I flipped him off and got up, stepping in front of him. "Can you stop running your mouth, asshole?" I pushed him lightly. He looked unamused as I pushed him again.

He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing my wrist and backing me up into the same wall as last time. Unbelievable...I scoffed at him "How many times are you gonna push me against this wall before you actually do something? You're a pussy." He scanned my face, examining my reaction.

We stared at each other for a couple seconds, like we were unable to speak. Once we made, eye contact it was over, his lips desperately attaching to mine. My arms came around his shoulders making him pull into me more. I felt myself being lifted lightly off the ground as Steves hands went down to my waist, signaling for me to wrap my legs around him.

Our kiss was fierce and filled with pure ecstasy, making our feelings that were always hate into love. Or thats what we thought at first but they were always love, it just felt like it needed to be hate because it couldn't be expressed well enough yet. It feels better to be on right side of it now.

We pulled away breathless, my teeth lightly catching lip bottom left before it truly ended. My head fell down to his chest, laughing as I realized what we had just done. When I looked back up, I was met with his smirking face. "I hate you so much, Randle." I joked.

Steve pulled me into another kiss, his hand coming to my face to deepen it. " Y'know, Ive liked you since we were kids. I just didn't know how to express it. I want to apologize for the past few years. Let me take you out, to make up for it?" He said looking down ashamed. 

I smiled at his words. "I forgive you, I guess. Now kiss me." For once, we actually had a good conversation.

#steve randle x reader #steve randle #steve randle smut #the outsiders #steve randle fluff #steve randle angst #winston!reader #johnny cade #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders smut

[ruhorih4ra]

Holaa! 🐏 I have finally finished editing the 8 part of this, it's quite long (compared to the others), so it probaby has more grammar mistakes since I kind of hate editing (YES I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THAT BEFORE BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE IT).

So, having said that: would you still read this Fanfic if I keep with the angst instead of moving on to the comfort were a worm?

👉🏻👈🏻 🪱

Flashbacks are written indented (this time heheh).

Also, this was not suppose to be a replaced!Au I fucking swear over all my forgotten wips, don't blame the fic, blame my writer skills JAJSJAJ so, no, Mc is not replaced. This trope is more like a ✨ misundertanding Replaced!Au ✨

Happy ending of course, I don't want to cry.

Finally, this part takes place after the little fight with Lucifer (part 6), we get to see what they did and thought.

Get out of my way 🌈

The Seven Lords of hell were hopeless, who would believe that being ageless hadn’t taught them a single damn thing about facing their emotions? It seems the safest option is to bury your feelings deep down until they come out like a grown-up angry demon.

Everyone in the house of lamentation heard your fight with Lucifer, it wouldn't be a surprise if all the shouting made its way to the castle as well.

Belphegor had remained with his face buried in the soft cow-print pillow, listening to every word with a calm he was far from feeling. When your voice broke, his fragile comfort broke too, he didn't try to lay his head again. He knew rest wouldn’t come soon.

Beelzebub was exercising, lifting weights. It wasn't unusual to hear Lucifer’s scolding, quite the opposite he dares to say. What was unfitting was hearing you scream with such anger and sadness. It brought him to a halt. As worried as he’d felt, he remained still with his arms holding the heavy weight.

While the silence filled the room and your voice faded, he felt the barbell was too much to bear, though he wasn't sure if it was the bar or the ominous silence that engulfed him.

Asmodeus absolutely hates being disturbed while painting his nails. Almost always ruins his ever perfect manicure, this time was no different. He was ready to complain to whoever was making such a fuss until he heard you. What do you mean by “forgotten about you” ? They would never do that! They love you more than their own sins! He's always pampering you with gifts and attention!

Just yesterday he had thought you would look great in the red suit he saw at the mall, he hadn't bought it tho. But what about those dramatic black shoes he saw at your favorite store! He frowned, slowly realizing he hadn't bought anything for you in quite some time. But you would never resent him for something material.

He bit his nails trying to remember the last time you both spend a full day together. Asmodeus averted his reflection in the mirror, how terrible it would be to see the truth in his own eyes.

Leviathan couldn't stop looking at the 'GAME OVER' screen in front of him. You called them a “Bunch of liars” that's not true! They love you, he loves you. You're his second player, his Henry. He looked at your empty place and wondered why you weren’t with him, why were you fighting Lucifer instead?

“My honorable Lord of Shadow, would you honor me?” You passed the controller to him, silently begging with your eyes, more than 1 hour stuck at the same level.

“Nu-uh. I must deny your request, my dear friend Henry” He said as he easily dodged an empty bottle of water. “Help me pass the level, you ass.” “I can't. This is for your own good.” But you didn’t miss the hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Pleaseee??” Leviathan tried, he really did. It's not his fault but muscle memory doing its job. “Thank you, Levi. You're the best!”

How did he even manage to win the game in less than 5 minutes?! Why are you laying your head on his shoulder?! He's going to collapse at any moment now.

“You'll always help me, right? With you, I'll never lose any game.”

He blushed just remembering. Still, your words echoed in his mind “Bunch of liars.” and the big and awful words remained on T.V.

'GAME OVER'

Will you give him another life? A second chance to win you over? Did he just lose in the stupidest way ever?

Satan arrived at HoL, accompanied by Sc. He couldn't shake the pain that had settled inside him back in the library. “I feel so abandoned.” He's surprised by his own stupidity.

How could he have treated you like that? Invalidating your feelings, it was more than simply jealousy, much more than that. You felt lonely, excluded, abandoned.

“Shut up, Satan.” “You need to rest, you are human.” You pretended to ignore him as you continued reading. “Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought I was an angel.” He chuckled and took the book from your hands.

“You are. My one and only guardian angel.” “Demons don't have guardian angels. Give me back my book.” You were tired but Satan's words were engraved on your heart. He had told you how lonely he had been feeling lately. “SHH.”

He big spoon you. Your head resting on his chest. He started reading for you. “Thanks for being here, Mc.” You shook your head, already halfway into dreamland.

“No, Satan. Thanks for letting me be here.”

“They were reading... 'How to get ride of annoying demons' heh, they want to get rid of us.” The mere thought of letting you go hurt him to the core, steals all his wrath and morphed it into pain. “Satan, don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.”

“I’d read them the instructions for getting rid of our pacts if they just let me hold them close again.” He ran a hand through his hair for the thousandth time.

“Forget it, I would read them every torture method they could use on us. Every curse, each damned echantation to hurt us.” His breathing became erratic as he fought the urge of tearing off his own hair.

“Calm down, Satan! Breathe!” Sc was nervous, she was unaware of how much of your time together she had taken. Now, she felt helpless watching the mess she had unintentionally done.

“What if they decide to leave us?! No, what if they decide to leave me?!” Satan didn’t notice his state, his demon form out. His eyes gleamed dangerously and his fangs showing.

“They won't! We'll talk, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?” The black-haired lady was honestly terrified, how you manage to calm down seven demons was beyond her comprehension.

She was begging whoever could listen to her, that you would find in yourself the kindness to forgive these idiot demons who know nothing of emotions.

While Sc was outside, confronting a panicked Satan, Mammon was still glued to the same spot where you’d left him. As if your previous order had been for him rather than for Lucifer.

He could barely remember your words, the only thing that occupied his mind was your pained face. Your eyebrows arched to show sorrow, your eyes filled with tears. The way your mouth twisted into a broken smile as you fought back tears.

The saddest smile he had ever seen on you. But the worst of all was the shock, the shock in your eyes.

From his perspective, you looked surprised and frightened in equal measure. Did you realized something? “Mammon, it's okay, alright? Stop crying.” He narrowed his eyes, he saw Lucifer’s worried face apparently calling him but instead of his voice he heard yours.

“They don't mean it, they love you. I love you.” You held his head in your hands, giving him pecks first on his forehead and then all over his face.

“Please, say something.” Mammon had gone quiet after a slightly more violent than usual fight with his brothers, he had run to his room followed by you. His face was blank and you knew that was a bad sign.

“A scumbag and an idiot who can't do shit. A shitty big brother.” He repeated the words and you felt a lump in your throat. “That's stupid. You're none of those things” You wiped the single tear that had slipped down Mammon's cheek.

“You're so smart, very handsome.” You caressed his hair while continuing to praise him. “You are my first! The one who helped me more than anyone.”

“Lucifer saved your life. I couldn't do it, not that time or any other time.” Now his face was an actual waterfall of tears. “You saved me first. I wouldn't have survived the Devildom without a friend. You were the first to offer me your friendship. You're the Great Mammon, remember?”

Because of his tears he saw you with blurry eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. Your eyes were mesmerizing, as if someone had taken a ray of celestial light and shoved it inside them.

The words escaped without him being able to stop them. “You're gorgeous.” You blushed as soon as you heard him and quickly averted his eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. “I said that out loud? No way! It's not true! Y-you heard me wrong! I said that YOU ARE GORGEOUS! wait no-” You roar with laughter like a half-dead seal, but in Mammon’s ears it sounded heavenly and soon he joined.

“I wouldn't trade you for anything, Mammon.”

“I wouldn't trade them for anything, I wouldn't.” Mammon was crying in Lucifer's arms, clinging to him like a lost child. “I swear, Lucifer. Please do something.”

Lucifer felt useless, a complete fool. Why did he ask you such a stupid question? Was it born out of worry and anxiety? You were right, anything could have happen to you.

That's exactly what he fears the most, something or somebody hurt you and he hadn't been there to protect you. He was watching a movie instead, even when he saw you leave he hadn't tried to stop you, why?

He would have preferred you to throw a tantrum, fake everything, whatever to avoid admitting how he had failed you. How he had failed you again.

You were absolutely right, he is arrogant and stupid.

“Don't cry, Mammon. We will talk with them, they'll understand.” Mammon separated from Lucifer’s embrace, shaking his head. “They don't trust us anymore.” Lucifer remembered how you had closed your eyes when he was trying to caress you. The sudden fear in your eyes, the trembling of your legs.

He would never hurt you. Except that he has hurt you plenty of times before. Maybe his father was right all along, he wasn't meant to care and protect, only to kill and destroy.

“Who’s a good demon, hm? Who is it? You! You are a good demon!!” You pat Lucifer's head, smiling so much it almost hurts.

He'd only shared a bottle of wine that he had bought in the human world a long time ago. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? Happily giggling like a toddler.

Lucifer was ashamed and, much to his surprise, amused. “You're bolder than usual, my love.” You sat on his lap and cupped his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“My morning star, so good, what a good demon you are.” His eyes shone when he met yours, he recognized pure love through your gaze, deep and sincere. “I'm not a good demon, Mc. There are not good demons.”

He felt your forehead on his.

“I'm looking at one right now.” He smiled and thought to himself. “If they think so, maybe I can try.”

He's going to try. Lucifer swallowed, his throat still sore. “We'll try, we'll do better.”

Part. 9 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

Thank youuu so much for reading!(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡♡

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#obey me satan #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me fandom #obey me gn!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff #Obey me Asmodeus #obey me belphegor

[heedmywarnings]

God!Reader who can't take anything serious (Part Three)

@sheepispink

WRONG STORY, WRONG CHAPTER.

As soon as the black particles faded away you were met in instant panic and excitement (masochistic behavior) Xiao was gonna tell his geo daddy about you and Zhongli is gonna kidnap you (nicely)

Now the thought of living luxurious and having utmost power and authority all over Teyvat is nice, having no freedom is not so nice.

So like, thinking of your course of action while sitting on a rock. Hand on your chin, arrow still on your ankle. The thought then hit you, how long were you on the rock? ZHONG SHOULD BE ON HIS WAY FUCK-

Instincts took over and you dashed to Liyue Harbor, your ankle stopped bleeding because of rapid healing properties that you did not know you had but like you have it now I guess.

There was an unattended shop outside of Liyue, glancing for any other people or millelith to see you, none. You quickly snatched a cloak, instantly wearing it and head on over to Liyue Harbor.

The millelith welcomed you, thankfully they did not ask you to take off your hood, and you went on your merry way.

While walking trying to blend in with the crowd, you spotted Zhongli, oh fuck, you held tightly to your cloak hoping he did not see you, he didn't.

But another set of eyes laid upon you, "Heh, how interesting... they have the face of the creator "they murmured.

"What"

"Hm? Ah, did you overhear me?"

"You are literally next to me"

"Oh, I didn't know you could hear me" they chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You can't just go on talk shit about people that's next to you, like what if I talk shit about you?" You reprimanded

"Ahah, sincere apologies [Ma'am/Sir/Whatever-you-call-an-enby]

"Literally, is there any knowledge that passes that fluffy orange hair of yours?" You said, still mad at the fact that Childe somehow saw your face.

"I'm sorry, hmm.." He said, laughing a bit but then stopping as if he something unpleasant

(This is literally what they looked like during the convo)

(Awesome representation by me)

"Get behind me" Childe said, you were a bit confused but you decided to just do it.

"Ah, Mr. Zhongli, haven't seen you since you used me as a pawn" Childe said, passive-aggressively, and he was talking to Zhongli, ZHONGLI, the same Zhongli who's gonna kidnap you (nicely tho)

"Childe... May I recruit your assistance on a little something?" He asked, the smile on Childe's face faded into a neutral face, "Mm, no" he answered without missing a beat, you were also wondering what would happen if you just popped out of Childe's back like "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER" nah that'd be too risky, Zhongli wouldn't even kidnap you nicely at that point, he'll have to kidnap your rudely, yes, that was your main concern.

"Why not? I think you'd be fairly interested at the topic" Zhongli said, Childe already knew that 'topic' and so did you, but you were too busy thinking of an escape plan and imaging epic parkour shit.

"Then enlighten me" Childe said putting his hands on his hips, also you weren't sure if Zhongli could see you because you're just behind his back, like old grandpa getting blurry vision now?? How's he supposed to kidnap you?? (Nicely) "It's about the descending of the Creator..." Zhongli said.

"Ah, so you are here for my mora?" Childe said, smiling again with aggression, Childe Dammit, it took all your will not to burst out laughing. "N-no.. I just simply wanted you to maybe help me look for them" Zhongli tried to reason, "Look for them? Are they missing or what?" Childe asked, raising a singular eyebrow.

"They're roaming free on Teyvat, and I just wanted you to help me, since you are a devoted acolyte I expected you to do it without hesitation, what would the Creator think about this, hm?" Zhongli said (idfk how many times I've written said at this point) gritting his teeth as the air around them tensed.

"Well I can look for them on my own!" Childe then argued, "You can go now, the Creator must be waiting for you" Childe mocked the former archon, in the end Zhongli decided to let it go and left the conversation as is.

Childe then looked at you, "Comrade, uh I mean, Your Grace, would you like to join the fatui or you could stay at Zapolyarny Palace! The Tsaritsa shouldn't mind because it's you"

"no"

#sagau #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin impact #sagau x reader

[scribespirare]

Hi big fan! The Flowerfang content you make is honestly the best I've ever seen written!

I was wondering just a lil inspo if you are bored.

But what about a piece with some big time villain like flirting with our Miles and Miguel going into protective/possessive (Like the nerve of this guy to flirt with our spiderman!) mode, but getting his ass handed to him and worried how will he protect Miles from this evil creep!

...Only for our boy to end the fight easily and quickly because he's not defenseless, he's spiderman! But still Miguel sweet of you to worry and try and defend our boys honor.

Anyway I'll always love whatever you write! No matter the ask! Thanks for continuing to write about this paring!

yallre both so sweet and ily!!! I combined these two requests into one but kinda left out some of the finer points from the first one (tho my first attempt at filling that one did result in something that might be a full length one-shot. we'll see)

Sometimes, Miles hates being an Omega. He hasn’t had long to really get used to the idea honestly, since he’d presented just a year ago. And there are still a lot of prejudices against Omegas that drive him up the damn wall with how stupid they are.

But sometimes, those prejudices come in handy and Miles finds being an Omega pretty damn funny.

The Alpha bad guy in front of Miles has a bit of a dopey expression on his face and is gesturing Miles towards him. He’s part of a gang of thieves that have been running heists all over New York, and Miles had brought in backup in an effort to try and nab all of them at once. Gwen, Hobie, and of course Miguel are all hunting down their own suspects.

And Miles is following tall, dark, and ski-mask into an alley. All it had taken was lifting the edge of his own mask to let his scent out, his suit specially designed to keep it from leaking and making him easily identifiable, and bam. Love struck Alpha. Or lust struck, judging by the leer on his face. Whatever, Miles will take it.

Less than a minute later and Miles has the man webbed to a wall and is dropping a pin on his location on his comm so he can meet up with others.

“Omega slut!” the thief is yelling when Miguel swings into view and then drops into the alley, light as ever on his feet despite his bulk.

Miguel’s eyes narrow and he looks from Miles to the thief.

Miles just shrugs. “What? I let him scent me and he basically begged me to web him up.”

“Whore!” the man screams, at the exact moment Miguel growls, “You did what!?”

And yeah, okay, Miguel is Miles’ Alpha and all but there’s no need for the theatrics, damn. “Woah, easy, big guy,” Miles says, palms up. “I just thought it’d be the fastest way to get him to stop running. And I was right.”

“That doesn’t-” Miguel cuts himself off with a snarl because the thief is screaming again, this time a series of slurs directed at Omegas. Stalking towards him, Miguel delivers a single, well-placed punch to the side of the man’s head and knocks him out shockingly fast. Then he’s whirling and stalking that same predator stalk towards Miles. “¿Qué carajo estabas pensando!?”

“Uh,” Miles says, refusing to back up even when his hind brain is screaming at him to do so. “I was thinking I wanted to catch this guy quickly. We kind of had plans today, remember?” They were supposed to have been going on a date, but then these guys had popped up. Considering Miguel had put together a plan to catch them long before he and Miles had decided to go out, the bad guys won out.

“You purposefully allowed an Alpha to scent you while you’re in your suit, risking your identity, and the fact that you’re unbonded just makes it all the worse! Mierda, what if he had managed to over power you? What if he’d-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Miles says over the angry stream of words. “It’s fine, cálmate-”

“Cálmate!?” Miguel repeats, and suddenly his hands are on Miles’ shoulders and and Miles is being shoved back back back until he hits the brick alley wall. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, Miles. You know how I feel about you being unbonded-”

Badly. He feels very, very negatively about the fact that Miles can’t take his bite yet. And normally Miles agrees with him because he also wants to bond. His age is the only thing keeping them from sealing the deal already. But right now Miles could care less because Miguel is being a dick about this for some reason.

“-and still you go and throw yourself out there, letting some random Alpha get your scent, and why? Because it saved you five minutes? Nunca piensas!”

“First of all, he wasn’t going to overpower me,” Miles cuts in, glaring hard at the other man. Which is kind of hard to do when said man has a foot of height on you and is standing so close Miles has to tip his head back. But he does his best. “Second, why are your panties in such  twist about this?”

Miguel sucks in a breath through his teeth and before Miles knows what’s happening he’s been flipped around, cheek meeting uncomfortably with cool, rough brick. He’s trapped there by the heat and weight of Miguel behind him and he can feel the Alpha lean down, close to his ear.

“You’re mine, Miles,” Miguel growls. “You’re mine, even if I can’t bite you yet. And now some fucking Alpha has your scent and a grudge and he can come back at any time, looking for the Omega that got the better of him.”

And comprehension dawns on Miles. “Oh,” he breathes, relaxing a little in Miguel’s hold. “You’re jealous that some other Alpha was interested.”

“Puta madre! I’m not jealous, Miles! Will you take this seriously for two damn seconds?”

Miles hums, holding back a laugh by the skin of his teeth. “I am taking it seriously,” he tries, even as he arches his neck and cants his hips back. “You’re just being your protective, possessive, Alpha self. Can’t stand the thought of someone else thinking they could bite and claim me. Thinking they could put their hands on me. You can’t stand the though that for a moment there he really thought he was going to be the one to bring down Spider-Man just by pinning me down and knot-”

The rest of Miles’ words are cut off by a cry of pain as Miguel suddenly bites down hard on the sensitive flesh between shoulder and throat. It’s exactly what Miles was expecting though, as is the way Miguel presses him even further into the wall, one hand at his hip ripping at Miles’ suit.

The teeth leave Miles’ throat but its only so Miguel can growl, “Maldito malcriado. You drive me insane, you know that?”

Miles just laughs, reaching back to grab Miguel by the hair and yanking on it. “You started this, big guy. You’re the possessive asshole freaking out and getting all Alpha on me. Now are you gonna finish this or what?”

It’s simply not physically possible for Miguel to fuck Miles while they’re standing up. The height difference puts Miguel’s cock at around mid-stomach on Miles. But that doesn’t mean Miguel can’t throw Miles down on the dirty pavement and fuck him there instead. He doesn’t let up until Miles is near tears and chanting “Miguel” and “yours”and “my Alpha” mindlessly.

#asks #requests #flowerfang #suggestive

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Your daily dose of Nocorro angst, good eats:

I'm not putting in @spicymiilk 's ideas in case he uses them, but dear god I would pay real money for my accidentally mated au to be written thank u.

-Part of me thinks there should be a fucking medieval au type thing where Neteyam is the next prince to take over the kingdom passed down via Neytiri's line. I just love the idea of Spider as a fucking Theon Greyjoy type son of the enemy raised by the family, and that’s why Neytiri doesn’t trust him or some shit it’s so juicy. Can't you all see it now it's so good, the star crossed horror of it all.

-The additional Neytiri/Neteyam parallel that comes out in nocorro. They both have forbidden alien romances, and yet Neytiri wouldn't respect or understand Neteyam's without a lot of work. THE SYMBOLIC T R A G E D Y. We could have a moment of Mo'at being like, "Get it together, I accepted your freak. I even like him better than you now sometimes."

-I am currently deeply obsessed with the bonds Na'vi form with their mates. Every author has played with bonds differently, but I feel like a lot of fics have mentioned this concept of being able to feel each others emotions. The fact that the bond is like, more raw and important in the beginning. So Spider and Neteyam keeping their relationship hidden, being separate and secret would be like almost painful. I am so so invested in that idea I want to know More. Like they Have to be near each other, like touch and shit is essential for a healthy bond at first and they’re just like fucking it up. I want to explore Na'vi bond concepts so bad, with some lovely hurt comfort of nocorro being forced apart at the worst time.

-I even like the concept of them being in a healthy, normal relationship, right? They are newly bonded, and everyone loved and supported them from the beginning or what not. They wanted to get mated before the train raid just in case, and then Spider gets fucking taken lol. Tragedy, they AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE APART, the drama of it all.

-I made that soulmate au post where I did all the different types of soulmate aus I could think of and with the one where they can feel and take each others pain I WENT STRAIGHT TO NOCORRO RIGHT AWAY. There’s something so funny and horrifying about spider getting taken and Jake being like “alright go learn an entire new culture” and Neteyam's like on the ground half dead like “but dad I feel like I’m being brain tortured”.

-Neteyam would be so fucking angsty and reckless at Awa'atlu in this au. He feels all of Spider's pain, so he's terrified and scared BUT ALSO CRANKY. He’s saying slightly rude things to his parents and he’s beating the shit out of Ao’nung before Lo’ak can even try. Man is testy. And he's shit at learning to breathe, he is not feeling calm or patient.

-The soulmate au where you can take the others wounds, imagine Spider taking the bullet wound even after they have a (spider inflicted cause he gets hurt more often) pact to not take each others wounds and pain. Horrifying. I have been wondering about the logistics tho, because Spider's body is proportionally different than Neteyam's, would the wound appear somewhere else on his body that would help him possibly survive? I can't decide.

-Oh my god also a version where they hadn't realized yet they were soulmates. Neteyam's all of a sudden devastated and horrified that he's alive at the cost of his soulmate, one he never got to meet, only to look over and notice Spider keeling over. TRAGEDY. pLS I need comfort fics too.

-There’s enough torture porn in this fandom I’m waiting for my Spider romcom. I want to be surprised by how right things start going for my boy, it's never surprising when all the things go bad all the time for him. I want that fucking fast food nocorro au I got so into. I want my soulmate au but they notice from the beginning so they accept him and raise him or something.

-Speaking of a little modern nocorro romcom (still with plenty of angst tho) I’m telling you I’m right Neteyam is P E A K I can fix him. He clocks Spider and is like “now there’s a boy I can fix (sexual).” His sexuality is will my dick cure him? Yes.

-Spider like, coughs once and Neteyam's like that sickly little loser of a man is Mine now, wow. Wow I am going to Save him and it'll be so satisfying. The man has a savior complex you can't convince me otherwise. That meme like "if I had a lame ass boyfriend I would hype him up so hard," that's Neteyam.

-I've always thought that Neteyam and Spider's problems and fights would always be over Neteyam trying to fix all of Spider's problems. Like Spider is just venting about his dad and Neteyam is like "so I'm on the phone with CPS and we're filing a report" and Spider's like "oh my fucking god I just wanted you to listen??" And Neteyam's like but babe I can fix it.

-Neteyam's GROWTH is him like learning to grit his teeth and literally sit on his hands as he forces himself to let Spider have his own problem instead of Babygirl-ifying him. He's literally Too Pure Too Good For This World in the most annoying way possible, he thinks everything can be fixed but maybe Spider's just gotta be broke, we can't superglue this one back together.

-Then Spider's like what if he won't like me if I'm not broken anyway? And it's a whole other complex and a whole other set of issues.

I hope you've enjoyed this word vomit of terrible angst, I need help and I need fluff.

#thank u to andrei for making sure i got literally nothing done all day #and at one point while we were talking I glanced up at work and noticed one kid had another kid in a headlock #and i'd been letting it happen in favor of this #neteyam sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #nocorro #neytiri sully #mo'at #jake sully #ao'nung #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #we are mindmelding get in

[regalbootie]

hey! Love your fics, especially "binoculars see all" was soo good, one of my all-time faves. Wanted to request a fic with Larissa where reader is on a date to get over her n the date gets too handsy or something and Larissa goes all shining knight mode and saves reader

This actually turned out rather angsty which is not something I'm used too, I suppose It was my own experience of unwanted advances kinda snuck its way into this that this was kinda written. Though I do wish I had Larissa to curl up with after it happened😭

Sorry for it being quite dark it does have a happy ending tho!

...

Her knight in shining armour

Larissa Weems x reader

⚠️ warning: unwanted sexual advances⚠️ please be warned

...

It’s been 2 months since Larissa had rejected you, those months have been spent with you on autopilot. Blocking out all emotions and avoiding your boss at all costs. Even if it meant diving behind students to go unseen, earning you lots of weird stairs from your students.

A few days ago your best friend and fellow teacher Layla Maxwell had set you up on a blind date. “you need to get back out there! You can’t lock yourself in your room after classes”

She had a point and you thought about it. Fuck it what was the worst that could happen and it could actually help you get over the silver haired beauty.

Tonight was the night and Layla had helped you pick your outfit knowing you would probably pick an oversized sweater and jeans with the mood that you had been in.

She picked out something sexy, something that showed off every attribute you had going for you as well as a generous amount of cleavage.

So there you were sitting in a local bar waiting for your blind date sipping on a negroni. “y/n”

You turned to see a stunning beauty in front of you. Maybe this date wasn’t going to be a disaster you smiled at her “Regina?”

A big smile spread across her face “that’s me!” she took your outstretched hand and turned to kiss your knuckles making you blush.

You had just finished your drink and she noticed “how about I get us some drinks?” you nodded and she took a seat at the bar beside you and ordered some drinks.

The night was flying in and you were having a good time but you had noticed how fast Regina had been nocking back the drinks. She had increasingly becoming more flirty and her hands had started to wonder. Words were slurring too and you had become quite uncomfortable, Regina had even started asking uncomfortable questions.

Regina started with a hand on the shoulder but had moved it lower resting on your lower back but you grew very uncomfortable when they began to go lower and you jumped out of your seat when you felt her squeeze your ass.

You jumped off your seat very flustered and not in a good way. “I’m just going to the power room” you squeaked, rushing off.

You hunted through your bag to find your phone to give Layla a piece of your mind for setting you up with a handsy drunk.

Not looking in front of you, you felt yourself crash into something strong and hands wrap around you to steady you. “oh god I am so sorry!” you look up to see those icy blue eyes that you had been working so hard to get over and avoid.

“Principle Weems!” you gasped not expecting to see her in a place like this. She looked stunning, she was wearing a tight golden dress that hugged her waist snuggly and she looks like a goddess.

“Please we’re not in work, call me Larissa” smiling down at you, realising her hands were still wrapped around you she retracted her hands with a blush across her face.

You shyly look down finding her eyes too intense “I’m sorry for bumping into you Larissa”

“it’s perfectly fine, I would recommend you keep your eyes up from now on” her hand took your chin and tilted your head up. Sucking a breath in you looked into her eyes, you were in a trance and never wanted to leave it.

“I.. uh” the door to the bathroom swung open and there was Regina staggering in.

“Y/n! Where have you been! Can’t leave your date for too long” she practically shouted and staggered over to you, not noticing your moment with Larissa. She wrapped around your waist and putting her whole weight on you causing her to slam into the wall and her pressed up against you.

Larissa’s eyes widened “I should leave you to it then. let you resume your date” not noticing you reaching out to her and a uneasy look on your face.

“I almost thought you ran off on me” Regina purred into your ear, the smell of strong alcohol on her breath making you cringe.

“I.. uh..” mumbling trying to string a sentence together from feeling so uncomfortable.

Regina’s hands moved to your hips and you gasped. She lay a kiss on your neck and you pushed her off “I’m sorry I can’t do this”

You ran out of the bathroom only to have Regina follow you out and grabbing your wrist to turn you around to face her and pull you into a kiss.

You squeaked and tried to push her away again but her grip on your waist was tight. You began to panic a bit and prayed for someone to come to rescue you.

“I thought we had something blossoming” Regina purred “No! Your drunk and I’m sorry this isn’t going to work”

You closed your eyes as she leaned in again and a tear rolled down your cheek. Suddenly you felt cold air between you as you felt yourself pulled back and colliding with something warm again.

Opening your eyes to see Larissa holding you close and Regina stumbling back. “Hey what’s your deal!”

“she said no” Larissa growled, you had never seen her so angry, you felt so safe in her embrace and moved to hide behind her. Her arm making sure you stayed close.

“oh come on! Y/n you were having fun right!?” You shook your head and tucked your head away into Larissa like a child hiding behind their mother.

“I think its time for you to leave” Larissa stepped forward looking for intimidating by the second.

“screw this I’m out” Regina grabbed her bag and coat and marched out the door of the bar.

Larissa turned to you and you wrapped your arms around her in a hug. The tears flowed and she wrapped her arms around you, running a hand over your head in soothing motions.

“let’s get you home” Larissa led you to grab both your belonging. Making sure you wrapped up so you wouldn’t get too cold with the night air.

The taxi back was quiet, you stayed curled up in her arms, it was the only way you felt remotely safe. Larissa had no complaints she soothed you and lead you back to your room.

Stopping at the door when you entered, you turned to her “thank you for helping earlier”

“It’s perfectly ok, I couldn’t stand by while you were being treated like that” she shuffled awkwardly and you took her hand.

“can.. can you...” you took a breath in “can you not leave me alone tonight” Larissa smiled at you and nodded.

Leading her into the room you both started to get ready for bed and giving Larissa some spare pj’s.

Not one of you spoke a word, crawling into bed. Facing each other Larissa pushed a curl out from your face making you smile.

“Thank you for staying with me” you whispered

“happy to be here for you” she said smiling to try and bring you some positivity.

Her hand rested against your cheek “can I say something”

“anything” blushing at her touches, it felt so different with her, every touch was soft and caring not rough and hungry.

“I want to let you know I regret rejecting you, seeing you tonight made me realise that” she let out a shaky breath “I don’t want to see you with someone else, not when I can’t treat you like the goddess you are”

You pulled her in for a hug, she left you speechless. “will you go on a date with me?”

It was your turn to accept or reject her and all you could do was nod as you hid your face in her neck.

She couldn’t help but giggle at you being so shy and wrapped her arms around you laying a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“goodnight darling” you drifted off to sleep in her arms, it was the safest you had ever felt and now you knew she liked you back. Everything felt right again, you didn’t feel like a robot hiding your emotions you felt happy.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #fanfic #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday netflix #addams family #fanfiction #larrisa weems

[danothan]

@cessmaga i felt like this could be its own post!

this is so funny bc i've said this all before but for some reason it hurts me to read it </3

incoming pondering

i have mixed feelings. the punching bag portrayal of hal definitely feels… selective compared to other characters. lauren faust has said that the way she figured out everyone's personalities was to take their most popular iterations and exaggerate them into distinct roles. and it honestly works well for the show! yes even when it’s ooc! superman being a proud hotshot? well he did have a bit of an ego on him when he was younger, and this superman is 19-20, so that checks out! wonder woman being a fish out of water? i mean, she was even the audience stand-in for g1, it makes sense from a writing standpoint! hell, even "playboy bruce wayne" and "theater kid oliver queen” feel random and ooc, but it’s hilarious and plays on some recognizable tropes of the characters, so i’m definitely not complaining. it’s more important for an adaptation to hold up on its own than be a 1-to-1 reference to the source, and i think there’s smth for both comic fans and first time watchers to enjoy

but hal is more complicated. i didn’t get this impression from him when i first watched dcshg. i can see why they chose him for the jock character, someone had to fill that role after all, and i can see how his moments of silliness in the comics can add to the Dumb in Dumb Jock. like i get where they’re coming from. but it became more abt making hal fit the jock role than making the jock role fit hal

i don’t think it’s all bad tho. his debut ep endeared me upon my second watch. like hal was SUCH a senior, it was mean-spirited, but seniors are just like that 😔👊 sometimes it felt like they were pushing it, but it serviced karen’s character. they’re not making a show called dc superhero GIRLS to make it abt the boys (and i’m certainly not asking them to). so there’s definitely a right way to do it, but i feel like they lost the plot somewhere down the line. how did he downgrade so hard lmao, i can accept the premise but you have to actually like your oc too

this problem isn’t just a hal thing ofc, other decisions felt questionable to me too. like why is diana boy-crazy. the whole “she came from an all-girls island so she fell for the first boy she saw” thing is WILD for her specifically. she came from an all-girls island, connect the dots.

but i do feel like hal consistently gets the brunt of it. maybe it’s just my hal vision, but it feels targeted. how come barry gets to have all these barry-specific quirks and references, but hal is just some generic jock. they’re best friends in the comics! if you know sm abt barry, SURELY you knew that too!

bad characterization aside, my main problem is his (mis)treatment in the show. it’s straight up unpleasant to sit thru, he’s a metaphorical AND literal punching bag. the contrast going between an episode for hal vs anyone else is crazy, it’s like someone read only the worst versions of him and decided to punish the character for being poorly written. oh my god it’s like zack snyder making a superman movie. waittt it’s exactly like that oh god 😭

design-wise… he’s so ugly, every friend i’ve shown a picture to always responded in disgust 💀 and after watching g1, the choices in his redesign speaks volumes to their view of his character. but here’s the thing…

it’s actually rly grown on me I KNOW I’M SORRY. like, okay, his hair style is not doing him any favors (idek what version of him it’s supposed to be inspired by??), and anyone that changes brown eyes to blue/green is my personal enemy. buuuut… he still has his signature cleft chin <:) and his raglan tee is a clever translation of the cut of his GL suit <:)

idk, going from g2 to g1 back to g2 gave me more of an appreciation for the tooniness of the style. we think g1 is better bc it’s inoffensive. it’s bland. i def think the slapstick for hal in g1 felt like laughing with the character instead of at him, and his overuse of constructs is sooo classic hal, but in terms of visual personality, i didn’t get much just by looking at him. i miss that damn jacket tho, no idea why they didn’t keep it

but picture daze wrecked me so bad that it gave me rose-colored glasses and now i can’t remember what it was like to ever think he was ugly

is it so wrong to think he looks like a sweetie :( a silly little guy :(

sidenote, i haven’t seen this ep before but wth is this:

this is not a 17-18 year old highschooler, this is a 30-smth divorcee. i think that might be the joke, but tell me why his hair looks more recognizable here than the default 😭

all of this to say: world’s biggest hypocrite over here defending dcshg hal after talking essays worth of shit abt him LMAO. i accidentally gave him a consciousness and now it feels like he’s the victim of bad writing rather than the perpetrator of it. i’m not even mad that they made him a dumb jock anymore, i just want him to be happy ☹️

#dcshg #hal jordan #green lantern #dc #danbles #idk how im going to redesign him now that i actually like him #woe is me for having terrible taste in characters 😔👊

[barb-l]

A, R, U?

(🫶🏽 thank you for your support)

Oh man. I dont wanna sound like I'm tooting my own horn, but I genuinely find it hard to choose because I love my fics dearly. I enjoy writing so much, almost as much as I do drawing.

In no particular order, one of them is my Power Rangers 2017 fic Code Yellow. Idk if I've told her this(probably not cuz i dont much like to talk about my feelings) but the premise of Kimberly and the rest of the OG's being much older than the next rangers, with Kimberly serving as the next Yellow Ranger's mentor was inspired by my friendship with another PR fic writer(if you know unicorn affair then you know she's a legend). We became friends when I was like 17 and still relatively new to accepting my queerness, so getting to be friends with an older sapphic woman who was very kind, into the same things I was, and was in a loving relationship with another woman? It was very comforting and filled me with hope. Kimberly and Aisha's dynamic aren't the same as my dynamic with that person, but I can say that I projected a lot of my feelings over the warm comfort of having a friend that was like an older sister to Aisha.

I haven't made myself finish it yet, but I have hope I will even now years later. This is a snippet from my drafts

Another one is "Courtship Woes", the second part of a fic series for probably the craziest ship I've ever shipped, Wednesday Addams and Lydia Deetz from the musical version of Beetlejuice. It's a very different Wednesday from what a lot of you are probably used to in my Wenclair fics tho, as it's characterized as a mixture of Ms Ricci's version in the 90's movie and the animated version voiced by Chloe Grace Moretz. While I like to think of Jenna's Wednesday to be more like Morticia, I wrote this Wednesday to be a lot more like Gomez. So I guess I already have written a Gomezified Wednesday. Huh.

And, predictably, the other one is "raven in the den, wolf in the nest". I'm still really proud of what I've accomplished for this fic. The final chapter was especially very healing to write with Wednesday's confession affecting Enid's confrontation with Esther in the climax of the fic. The whole point of the Addams Family isn't the gothicness necessarily, but that they were supposed to be the topsy-turvy of what is conventional. It was one of the main points of that fic, with Morticia fainting over the thought of her wonderful spawn dating an adorable rainbow being the topsy-turvy version of the disapproving parent trope. That confession was supposed to go along with that theme too. In typical stories that involve monsters, the crux of that romance is the person's love of the other person despite them being a beast. But Wednesday isn't a typical girl. Loving a murderous beast would be what's expected of a grim girl like Wednesday, but the best thing about Wenclair is how they still keep the topsy-turvy theme for Addamses. Enid is insecure about not being the ferocious monster she's supposed to be, yet despite all odds Wednesday loves her regardless. She grew so dang attached to her even before Enid got the chance to shift and that's both so unexpected but makes so much sense of Wednesday Addams.

Fredrik Backman is my absolute favorite writer. The way he writes grief and loneliness alongside humor and love in his works is just phenomenal. It just saddens me that I do not understand a lick of Swedish and can only rely on the english translated copies, so I can't say that I fully know how he writes his prose as translations can only go so far. But I can say that the emotions he evokes in his writings is what I always try to strive for. To make my readers tear up as much as I could make them laugh. Or maybe more of the latter. Like a warm hug.

(also wow that's very wenclai--)

I apologize for cheating and choosing my OC's, but I think I'd want to actually write a fic with Vega and Sora someday.

#asks #this became a monster sorry

[tobiasdrake]

One last task to take care of before we infiltrate Fort Fleshy.

I was twiddling them earlier when I was flying around the map just to see what I could find. This place is definitely an intricate combination lock.

Could be the key to releasing Duke Aventry. Might just be Roro's porn stash. Either way, we won't know until we've cracked it. Personally, I think we should forego the lock and just bring Yolande in to blow this support column to hell.

Sure, we can also do that. Yoyo knows everything and is loyal to no one, so there's no reason she wouldn't assist us but no guarantee that she would either. Worth a shot.

Your swamp is a maze and I hate it. Give me useful information or I'll make your other eye look like the one I'm wearing on this necklace.

...

I mean. Good afternoon, Yoyo. What a pleasant day we're having. Could you possibly help me break into your sister's porn stash?

Yep. Got it. Just like the Watchmaker. Not motivated enough to directly assist us but also not motivated enough to put up with the violence that's going to ensue if you don't. One whole "Not My Fucking Problem", served and delivered.

I've seen these runes before. I remember wondering what they were about. But the Roro Heist was so long ago, I'd forgotten.

Thanks, Yoyo. This was a fairly neutral level of non-assistance. Your cauldron didn't even tell me anything new; Just reminded me of answers I've already witnessed.

Here we go. The most closely-held secrets of the embodiment of evil incarnate....

...are a backdoor into this vault we've already been in. Okay but why tho.

What is even the point of this? The combination to the lock is written on the wall, and if you take that combination to an island off the coast and enter it into a secret crypt, it will open a passage to bring you right back here but now the treasure's unlocked.

This is the most roundabout key I've ever seen. Only a truly despicable mind would come up with something so needlesly convo-

...

Oh.

That's what the convoluted circuit loop lock is guarding? Roro makes this whole trip every single time she wants to write a new entry?

Well. We did not find her porn stash. Instead, we found her daily workout regimen. An awkward way to get your steps in but credit where it's due, it means she can't skip out on the routine.

Hold up, she repurposed your journal into her own? That is a whole new layer of domineering.

You need to get out of this relationship, my dude. Like. I think it's pretty clear at this point that she does not respect your personal space at all.

There is a vacancy. We butchered the creature that was occupying it, so if you want to go back, you can.

Oh cool, new Ferry ticket.

Honestly, not 100% sure why Aventry wanted us to come here. Unless this is the place he has fond memories of or something.

I dunno. We'll smash and grab first, then sift through the loot and figure out what we're supposed to do with it later.

Oh shit, it's Roro's private residence. That's what he gave us. I guess that other place was just her work office.

...do you think she'll be happy to see us? I guess there's really only one way to find out. *clears throat* HEY BESTIE--

How have you been? Raised any cool horrors lately? I saw your sister the other day, she seemed to be doing... adequately.

Anyway, we gotta talk about your boy. You're keeping the leash wound a little too tight and--

Okay, but was it really your journal? He had it first. How does that saying go? Two wrongs balance each other out and make everything ultimately fine.

But also that's lame and I prefer it when things are unbalanced in my favor, so now I need to rob you even more.

You heard her, team. We're looking for a locket. Fan out and--

Oh, yeah. We're old pals. It's just too bad she keeps her place in such a miserable state. Look at this place. Bones and flesh just lying strewn about.

I'd offer to help clean up but honestly, that sounds like too much work. Zale, you're pretty good with clutter, why don't you sweep the place.

There we go. Nice and spotless.

Ah, this brings back memories. There's something nostalgic about it. You never really forget your first armed robbery.

Pleasure doing business with you.

You know, we have to stop meeting like this. You going about your day. Me, beating the shit out of you and taking your things. It's getting stale. Why don't we do lunch sometime or something, just for a change of pace?

I think we hurt her feelings. Do... do you want to talk about it?

Uh, Roro says you're fired, by the way. Can't say I've ever been given a gift-with-purchase for a robbery before but she handed me the pink slip right along with the locket.

Yeah, I thought it was weird too.

Better luck in the next life, man. Hope the person waiting for you will treat you better.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

When You Weren’t Looking — pt. 1/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN x READER

an au where you and you literature professor realize you both have things to learn about love, and yourselves, outside of class. (as we all know, this can only be done through a big scoop of angst and a smutty cherry on top) playlist

summary: you pretty much end up stealing anakin’s job

warnings: language maybe? mention of what i read in my horrific junior year

a/n: ok ok so some of you might be thinking that obi-wants being a little bitchy but padawan obi in tpm was kind of a stickler and i kind of wanted him to grow into rots obi (bc of y/n) he does have the rots hair tho (rip jedi mullet i still love you)

word count: 1,246 so pretty short for the beginning

Your eyes were following him as he walked back and forth across the front of the small lecture hall. He was talking about troubadour poetry, or was at least supposed to be, but he ended up talking enthusiastically about his philosophies and fascination with medieval literature and their cultural ideals, etc.. His eyes were lit up and his arms making animated gestures in an almost boyish excitement. That’s why most people took this class (besides the small fact that he was one of the more attractive professors). He always clearly and concisely explained the subject in the beginning, probably because he knew he had to get it all in before he fell into his usual habit of sharing his love of literature. Even if you didn’t care about the same things, it was mesmerizing the way he put all of it, and his passion made it so it was never boring. He somehow made it all sound like a story and you were the children gathered around his campfire.

Many other students also secretly enjoyed what happened to be one of your favorite parts of the class: taking note of the way his sleeves always got rolled up when he decided to write on the board or the way he would rub the back of his neck when he was thinking, unintentionally baring his biceps. Sometimes you felt as though you should feel guilty, but you weren’t being demeaning or anything, in fact, you were admiring him.

If he didn’t want you to gaze he shouldn’t have been so handsome.

But no, this time you were staring because he was the one who gave you a 62% on your last essay. You still had a good enough grade to pass, but if you wanted to transfer to your dream school, you would have to look pretty damn good on paper. It was an art school, but a very prestigious one that wanted to see if you were going to work hard, even in your non-art-related classes. You had messed up a bit with your grades freshman year of college (missing out on many classes simply because you could), but that could be compensated for if you could show growth in the following years. That was going to take a lot of A’s if you were going to make up for your slacking off. You had worked hard on your essay, putting in the same effort that you had put into the ones that got handed back to you with 90% written on the top, and it’s not like he was the easiest grader you’ve had.

The lecture had ended, and the room echoed with heavy footsteps of students heading out, along with the comments that had been held in for the last hour. You instead stayed seated, running the dialogue you had prepared for starting a conversation with Professor Kenobi in your head one more time.

You rose from your seat, whispering “fuck it,” and headed down the stairs towards the lowest floor of the classroom.

“Professor?” you said in your most polite yet assertive voice.

“y/n is it? Is there anything I can do for you?” he responded, lifting his eyes to see you as he leaned over his desk to shuffle some papers.

“It is actually. But I was wondering if we could discuss my last essay,” You cleared your throat, trying not to show that his blue eyes of all things were making you nervous, “specifically my grade on it actually,” you added.

“Ah I see,” He folded his hands as he put down the now neat stack of papers and sat back down in his chair.

“You gave me a 62% and I’ve always gotten good grades in this class but I didn’t do anything different. I wouldn’t turn in anything that I didn’t feel was at least well written,”

“It was well written, but that’s not the point”

“I’m sorry professor, but how is that not the point?” you said, brows furrowing

“The way you write is beautiful but it’s what you’re writing about. You completely missed the prompt” He didn’t say it harshly, but rather as though it was a casual fact that he figured you already knew.

“How do the relationships in troubadour poems reflect personal and real-world relationships?” You repeated the prompt for clarity.

“Yes. You gave me a description of a dynamic based on false idealism, but there was nothing personal, nothing real to you. I could have read an article on the facts of those dynamics if I really wanted to, but this isn’t psychology class,”

“So it should have been personal?”

It may not be psychology class but it is an essay, not a diary.

He could see the confusion on your face was still present so he elaborated, “It should have meaning. I want this class to push you into reflection. We can’t just read other people's experiences without applying them to our own. What would be the point? I asked for something personal. You don’t have to address anything wildly uncomfortable, but I graded them based on if you could tell someone actually tried to discover something by the end of the essay,” you could admire his intentions, but it was just an essay to you.

“So I got this grade because I didn't do some soul searching,” you deadpanned, no longer confused, but more irked.

His brows raised at your forwardness. He didn’t seem offended, but rather surprised.

“If you truly are unhappy with your grade, I’ll allow you to redo the essay,”

Well, you could redo it and fluff it all up now that you knew what he wanted. At the end of the day, you would do whatever just to take anything higher.

“Thank you I—“

“But I can only raise it 10% because it is after the fact,”

“Professor really?” you said exasperated. You actually stood up straight after that comment, hoping you didn’t sound disrespectful or rude. Thankfully, his reaction, or lack thereof, was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Well, let’s see… there’s a lot of filing and other tasks that I need done, they’re all menial i’m afraid, but I’d be willing to give you extra credit for it,”

Your face turned into a more pleasant expression, and then a confused one once more.

“Don’t you have a TA for that?”

“Anakin? Oh yes, well he’s…he likes to do everything at his own leisure” he sighed but didn’t seem too down about it, more like he was used to it.

“So, may I ask, why’s he your TA?”

“It was a favor to a friend, Professor Qui Gonn Jinn. Please don’t mention it but Anakin's actually his godson. Although I’m British, I’m not a huge supporter of nepotism,- don’t worry,” he smiled. “It’s really because he believes he has a lot of potential, and I agree— but practically he’s not very helpful” you laughed a little at his comment and he had a slightly amused face as well.

There was a slight pause before you said, “I’d like to take you up on your offer,” nodding firmly.

“I’ll see you in my office after every class starting tomorrow? Does that work with your classes?”

“Yes,” you said after taking a moment to think about your schedule.

“Wonderful. I look forward to it,” he smiled, getting up and slinging his work bag over his shoulder.

Spending that much time with a professor? If I go bored out of my mind…

PART 2

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan x y/n #obi wan #star wars #obi wan smut #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi x reader #professor!obi wan #obi wan au #star wars au #obi wan and anakin #anakin skywalker #aotc #star wars rots #obi wan x reader #padme amidala #professor au #obi wan kenobi au #college au

[maripr]

My thoughts on the RWBY x JL movie, copypasted from Twitter

So i watched the #RwbyxJLspoilers movie and my opinion it's that it's stupid as all fuck, but not necessarily in a bad way.

A lot of plot points are somehow in common with RWBY volume 9, which i liked but also they weren't as well written, but also they didn't need to be because this is basically Fanservice: The Movie. A lot of empty action, arcs that go nowhere (as for now at least), weird shipping love triangles drama that really didn't need to be there, but also what else are these characters supposed to do? A lot of "but also".

Ozpin and Oscar were in the movie for a total of 2 scenes and had like 4 lines of dialogues in total, and Ozpin continues having no nails which is very funny (EDIT after having checked: He has them. They're just very hard to see). But past the disappointment, they were there for much longer that i initially expected.

Which is saying something. Them being included at all is a small victory, tho I'm holding on to 0 hope that we're getting them in part 2.

The easier thing to do with Oscar at this point in time, if you're writing spinoffs or non canon movies is either set things in vol 1-3 so he's not there, or set things in volumes where he's present, but write around him. Because we don't know the full extent of what he can do. You can rewrite the justice league's powers to fit the rules of the setting but you can't rewrite Oscar's magic because it's an exception to the rules as a plot point. Also, kid got a portable nuke.

Also if you're wondering how i watched the movie, unfortunately i don't have my copy yet because the region lock, stupid as it is, it's absolute. I can't find a way to go around it, which will mean I'll sadly have to wait to throw money at it, but I'll do.

Would it have liked this movie better if i knew anything about the justice league? Or would i despise it and call the depiction of supes and his band Ooc? Idk. Right where I'm at, i liked Jessica the best and i didn't even know she existed before this movie. So...

What i can say to the portion of JL fans that will undoubtedly be pissed off at this movie is that this movie actually made me wanted to read some JL. Dunno where to start, but I'll find something. Also green lantern. If you told me u would ever want to get into green lantern before this, i would have laughed. But only if it's Jessica. Or not. I can give other green lantern a chance, if you rec them to me.

I also think Bruce Wayne being the resident cringefail baby boi is a very interesting choice, and i like it.

OH WAIT i almost forgot that Ozpin and Oscar are at the center of two jokes i really liked.

One was the "how old is Oscar even?" joke. I like nice self digs like that.

The other was not intended as a joke maybe, but i laughed aloud: "Ozpin always knows what's going on."

#oscar pine #ozpin #jessica cruz #bruce wayne #etc #rwby #rwby justice league spoilers #rwby spoilers #mari watches things #rwby justice league

[mostlymarvelgirl]

I'm A Telepath Too, Love. (Part 1)

[Alternate Universe Gen-Z OC]

The evening was melting into the darkness. The moon was starting to appear as the sun was losing it's blaze to the night. The air had become chillier and stars were appearing and disappear into uneven fog patterns.

I wouldn't say it was a quiet night but it was peaceful. All of students and professors had earned their degrees and the air was filled with joy.

I wasn't meant to be here.

Sometimes, if you're a little too into your little world, it may come true. Let's just say (random date) I went off to sleep and I woke up on the streets.

My entire body felt numb at that time. Random people walking past me speaking in British accent. I was like what was going on??!! Everything was starting to become louder. It was like the entire world's population was screaming into my ears.

Then I heard a familiar voice. You won't believe what I saw. I saw him. And her. Together. Just like in the movie. It was James and Jennifer, I mean Charles and Raven. They were dressed the exact same way as they in the movie. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to fangirl or figure how to myself off the streets.

Magically, a note along with a backpack appeared. The note said:

You have been accepted into the universe you desired to be in. Everything has been kept ready for you. What you do from now on, is upto you now. An entire timeline is in your hands. Any errors, that may happen, will not be rectified or resurrected. Good Luck! This is a no refund policy. No turning back now.

~TVA

I was astonished. What was going on? This is too good to be true.

I slapped myself. Once. Twice. This was too rushed. All too sudden.

Strangers were giving me weird looks. The voices weren't getting better. Everything was too loud.

But, I knew what I had to. With all my marvel movies and comic book knowledge along with a mountain of fanfiction knowledge, I knew where I had to begin first.

Charles Xavier. I'm coming for you. I know, a cheesy way to say it but that's me and I'm not changing myself for anyone.

I quickly got up and shrugged off all dust on me. I took my backpack off and noticed all the things I needed were there. Most importantly, a key to a house.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but I reached a place. For some reason, it was like I knew where I was heading. Well, a mansion to be precise. It wasn't the Xavier mansion if you're wondering. My (your last name) was written outside stating it was private property.

It was a beautiful mansion tho. I'm not like a rich rich person. But I wasn't super broke either. Let's just say I was middle class.

It was an average mansion. A beautiful garden and a fountain. Huge backyard extending to the forests. And well, a rusted gate. As usual, my life never liked me in the first place or ever gone easy on me.

After a struggle of thirty minutes, I opened the entrance gate partially. I got in surprisingly without the dramatic scene in movies where birds fly out and clouds covering the moon and all that shit.

Me being excited puppy I am, barged into the mansion, well my mansion, got lost thrice, kept going circles in the same and finally figured out where was what. And of course, found my favorite place, I mean my home, the kitchen.

Thank god, wait thank the TVA, all food was stocked. I'm atheist so God technically doesn't apply to me.

Well, then I did the usual. Took a shower. Ate some noodles. Unfortunately, my phone wasn't there. Neither there was any modern technology. So the geyser system for hot water was different. I had to go down to the basement and switch it on there and come back and fill the hot water and take bath and then go back down to the basement and switch it off so the entire house doesn't burn down.

Then, my favorite, the best part, unfortunately could not be fulfilled. The voices were there but it was better. Maybe because I was far away from the crowd. But it wasn't low enough for me to get some sleep.

At 11AM, roughly, the voices became low and I could get a good sleep of 5 hrs and then morning voices came up. And don't worry, I knew where to get my telepathy fixed.

So yeah, it was definitely worse than the iPhone alarm.

Then I remembered, I had to figure myself out. I had to find a place. Someone has to know about this. Charles Xavier would have graduation today. I don't know how I know that, but I just did at the moment.

Then, the same routine. Shower. Breakfast. Go to Oxford.

I don't know, but for some reason I seemed to all the routes and areas.

Then, finally, I saw them.

It was almost like the feeling of eating candy after a long time. But again, the weather wasn't exactly the best. It was cloudy and humid. No ray of sunlight passing through the clouds. The air was getting chillier indicating I clearly didn't dress up for the occasion.

Who am I kidding? I never dress up for any occasion properly.

PART 2

#xmen x reader #xmen #charles xavier #marvel pov #charles xavier x reader #professor x #x men days of future past #x men fanfiction #cherik #xmen fandom #alternate universe #telepathy #gen z vs millenials #gen z stuff #millennials #SoundCloud #Spotify #erik lensherr imagine #erik lensherr x charles xavier #erik lensherr x reader #charles xavier imagine #charles xavier x you #charles xavier x oc #marvel #marvel imagine

[nrghfufu-brr]

after baking lessons and first times

I had this concept for a long time, like very long. Thought of rewriting it because honeii it's actually good but was executed poorly, by me. Tho this was originally a crush x reader, imma turn it to levi x reader so hehehe

 (i don’t have irl crushes anymore) 

pairing: levi ackerman x fem! reader (college au bcuz we love those) 

tag/warning(s): virginity loss, first times, lots of reassurance (AND KISSES) and shetttt, probably ooc levi, pet name, fluff, confessions (i did say this originally was a crush x reader and it played a huge part and build up to the smut so heh) might be still poorly written because im supposed to be doing school works but heh. Honestly, the reader is kinda living the privileged life so ummm, yea. 

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

word count: 4.1k

a bathtub and a lover (pt.2)

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Sugar, spice, and everything nice. 

That thought ran through your head as you laid all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. Making sure you haven’t left out anything for the baking lessons that you were holding this afternoon, enough for the big friend group that you had made during college, especially during your first year. 

Most of them were always urging (mostly Jean and Sasha) that whenever you had free time, that you'd teach them to bake the treats you would always bring on occasions, especially your renowned butter cookies. In your bustling and busy schedule, you were able to fit it to most of your friends' availability. 

By the time the clock struck two-thirty, most of your friends were here and were ready to put their aprons on and get the kitchen smell like vanilla extract. Though you were waiting for one person. 

“Is shorty joining?” Hange asked as they tied the ribbons of their apron. You looked at the digital clock on the wall just to give a small pout on your face. “He only messaged he might try stopping by…but we can start now.”

You were hopeful to see him, but it seems like it won’t be happening soon. 

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The lessons were chaotically fun. Mess was inevitable especially when dealing with two bickering guys who almost called an outrage, Sasha attempting to eat almost anything that was on the table, and Hange being Hange, would always end up in a mess no matter what but that didn’t mean they weren’t successful with their results! Most of your friends got a pat down on how you make your butter cookies, only a few were able to take a hold of how you make your egg custards. 

The hours went fast when you guys were mixing and stirring the ingredients of the sweets, the evidence of how the hours were spent were all over the kitchen counter and the air. 

A ruckus that occurred earlier by Sasha and Connie, left your kitchen floor to have stains of good batter for extra butter cookies, were gone to waste. The two best friends were very sorry, but you weren’t one to stay mad over something you can clean up easily. 

All of them offered to help with the clean up, but you just told them you guys won’t be able to clean when there were at least five people who will somehow make a mess in the process. “We’re so sorry, F/N!” Sasha cried out. 

“It’s fine, plus I have something else to bake and I prefer cleaning in one go.” Washing your hands from some of the flour that you got on yourself from the counter, “And I’m sure all of you have somewhere else to be, so I don’t want to delay you guys.” 

Handing you the small towel in the kitchen, “Are you sure?” Mikasa asked as you gave her a thankful nod. “Yes, I insist. Don’t want you guys to be caught in traffic and going home late.” 

“Always the mom, I wonder where the dad is right now?” Hange teased. You scowled at her. Though it was known in the group that you liked him. “See! You even scowl like him!” 

“Quit it and get going, Hange. It’s five-thirty already and your shift starts at six.” 

“What?! Already?!”

Everyone by that point said their goodbyes and thank you’s to you. As the door shut, you were left to your own devices for the evening. “I’ll just order take out.” 

Multi-tasking between eating your fast food (literally fast, since it arrived in less than ten minutes, but that’s the perks of having a housing compound on an industrial road) and stirring the red velvet batter that you were now placing carefully on the cupcake liners, you heard a knock coming from your door. Worried that they’ll probably see the mess, especially some of the stains the batter left on the floor, you put a cleaning towel on top of it. 

With the thought it was probably one of your neighbors, you opened it to see Levi right in front of you in all his stoicness. Composed and pristine contrasting to the mess you were with flour all over your arms. You were surprised and embarrassed of course at this moment. 

“You look messy, tch.” 

“Haha, didn’t expect less from you but you being tardy is rare. Three hours to be exact.” 

Huffing at your comment, “Had to deal with a project. A group project.” he replied. “I even told you I might try stopping by.” 

“No need to get defensive, Mr. Grumpy Pants, come on in.” 

You weren’t surprised that he immediately commented on the state of your kitchen. He was called the clean freak of the group for a reason. “If you’re messy, your kitchen is shitty.” 

“Big words coming from the guy who missed everyone else,” you bantered back, “and it was actually worse earlier.” you added with a laugh. 

“Well, it was by fate I wasn't here earlier.” he said as he sat down on the couch that was facing the kitchen. 

You just rolled your eyes as you finished up filling the liners with batter and putting it in the oven. 

This was the dynamic between you and Levi. Always bantering whenever you two were together. Everyone else would just observe whenever you two got into heated debates about whatever; like what fabric conditioner brand was best. You two would have been mistaken to be in the debate team of the school, but it’s just you two have different beliefs with fabric conditioner. 

It always stuck to him that he could get along with anything you would blabber, ever since he met you during your first year. Especially topics like cleaning products, he was glad another person was interested in that choice of conversation. 

Waiting for the cupcakes to bake, you gradually started cleaning a bit of the kitchen, but before that, you approached Levi with a plate of some of the treats you baked earlier with the others. “I know you don’t like sweets, but we just couldn’t leave you out, so…” 

“I became the official taste tester?” he finished your line of thought. 

“Probably?” 

“I’ll strangle you if one of the cookies, Hange concocted some weird shit in it.” Taking the plate from you as he stated. His fingertips slightly brushing against yours caused his breath to hitch. 

You frowned. “Why am I getting the end of it? Hange is the one responsible!”

He took the one that was already a deformed star. “You were the one in-charge earlier, so it's obvious.” he took a bite of the cookie, nodding in a satisfactory way. 

He kept on eating the treats along with a cup of tea that you prepared for him and kept guessing right on who made what. Luckily Hange didn’t have anything odd in it, saving you from Levi’s wrath. The timer for your cupcakes went off, waiting it out for a few minutes, you finally took it out of the oven to let it cool on the cooling rack. The aroma of the baked goods gave that sense of homeness to your place that Levi couldn’t help but feel contented to. 

What also added to this feeling was seeing you working in the kitchen, making the icing for the cupcakes. In his eyes, you were in your zone being cute and alluring even with the mess. No matter how much clatter was in your kitchen his eyes were only on you. 

That’s when he noticed a lot of stains were on the floor. Made his face scrunch up that he had to do something about it. 

Finishing up the dozen cupcakes you baked, your attention was on the man who went beside you to observe the state of your kitchen. “You’re one messy girl,”

“Sorry, neat freak. I was more focused on not burning the house down,” you quipped as you admired the work you did. Taking one and peeling a side of the lining then holding it in front of Levi to be met with those eyes that never failed to dazzle you. 

“Try one.” 

Only the whirring sound of your electric fan can be heard during this exchange. You felt your face heating up as you admired the features of the most gorgeous man you ever met. As he took a bite of the small treat that was in your hand, the way his mouth attached to the cake was enough for you to almost faint. How can someone look so flawless with such a simple action? The way he takes in the taste of the sweet took you in a trance. 

“It’s nice.” he spoke, breaking the hypnotized state you were in. You quickly darted your eyes somewhere other than his face. 

“Just nice?” you pouted. He just rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not a sweet-tooth person.” 

But just as he said that, he took the cupcake again and bit on it. That didn’t miss your sight causing you to give a small smile. “Sureee, suree.” 

“I don’t want to waste food, brat.” he grumbled. Not pushing it any further, you looked for tupperwares to fit the cupcakes you made. “You can now go back to your dorm. I can handle everything from here.” 

Levi already took a hold of the broom and dustpan. “I don’t trust your word, so I’m staying to clean up.” making you smile at his insistence. 

The cupcakes were now tucked inside the fridge and the cleaning of your kitchen finally commenced. You took care of the dishes while Levi…he almost took care of everything. From getting rid of the batter stain on the floor, wiping down the kitchen counter, and getting rid of the dust of flour from the floor that also covered a bit of your cabinets. You can admit that your kitchen felt brand new after the cleaning was done. 

Finishing up and putting the dishes in their respective places, your friend who was also your crush came up to you with a towel on his hand. “What is it?”

“Step closer to me.” 

You did as he told and got caught off-guard as he placed his left arm around you while his right softly wiped off the flour from your face with the towel. A few smudges of icing were on your neck, courtesy to Hange for declaring to be a menace in the kitchen, that it tempted Levi to use his tongue to clean it up. But he controlled himself. 

Instead, he turned on the kitchen faucet and got a part of the towel with water. Your heart was beating fast due to the small gap between you and him, that your senses couldn’t catch on when he turned off the water and felt the cool damp towel on your neck, which you now discovered it got you all hot and bothered. His warmth, his scent, his touch, it got your mind into a frenzy. This was the closest you have ever been with Levi. 

Placing the towel on the sink, he looked back at you with the same bored eyes yet something was different about it. “You’re going have to clean up by yourself next time, unruly brat,” 

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and a fast learner, grumpy.” you chuckled, getting a ‘tch’ from Levi due to the nickname. “So, how much do I need to pay you?” 

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “An unfathomable amount.” 

“Damnnn, then I should have cleaned up myself.” you whined. But you were willing of course, but with a discount. “We made cookies and I made tea, Levi.” 

“Still not convinced,” he replied. “But there is one way…” 

“Tell meee.”

He inched his face closer to yours. You felt your face heating up.

“Kiss me.” 

Were you hearing this right? Was the world moving in the right direction? 

WHAT? 

“Wha-” before you said anything, he pecked your lips. As he pulled away with your mouth slightly opened, you can see his face was dusted with a pink hue that you have never seen before. You were convinced that you were about to die from a heart attack. 

“I’ve admired you for the longest time…” the first words he spoke after that moment. “And it doesn’t even feel like a crush anymore…” 

You were absolutely out of breath. The thought of the one who you harbored feelings for reciprocating it back was something you never knew will happen. Taking all the courage within your body, you placed a hand on his shoulder and the other caressed his face.

 “I feel the same way as well.” 

He gave a smile, “Then I suppose you don’t mind this-'' as he held your face and kissed you once again. The space between you two was non-existent at this point and the temperature was rising, but that didn’t stop you two. He nipped gently on your lips, causing you to let out an airy sigh. 

His hands are already taking a hold of your hips. “Do you want to take this further?” 

The blush on your face was more prominent than ever, but everything happening and what was about to happen was something you’ve always dreamed of. “Mhm..I want you.” 

Things then escalated from there. Levi carried you to your room with outmost care and strength, laying you down on your bed admiring how beautiful you were with the light of your lamp illuminating you in an immaculate glow. In his eyes, you were a goddess. 

Immediately taking his shoes off as well as your socks, he knelt down on the floor beside your bed holding onto your knees. The sight of him between your legs was making your insides especially your pussy flutter. Your arousal was seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts and how it also turned Levi on. 

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he grazed his hands from your knees towards your thighs, making you shiver under his touch. You shook your head, holding back a moan as he drew circles on the plush of your thighs with his thumb. 

Continuing with his ministrations, “Have you experienced this before?” you croaked out a question. 

He also shaked his head in the same manner as you earlier. Letting out a relieved gasp as he finished, standing up from his place on the floor he crossed his arms over his stomach and took a hold of his shirt—exposing his firm and built torso to your eyes. Uncharacteristically, he dropped his shirt on the floor. No folding, no nothing. He wanted you so badly. 

You knew Levi worked out, heck you saw him once in your school gym lifting weights and that memory forever plagued your mind whenever you touch yourself. Seeing him shirtless in your dimmed light room added to the sensuality of things. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you saw him start taking off his pants, seeing how hard he was and it was because of you. 

Left in his boxers, you sat up from the lying state you were. As he climbed on the bed you took off your shirt. The dusty blue bandeau bra complemented the tone of your skin and Levi was just awestruck of how heavenly you looked. 

How much more if you were naked? 

“You’re beautiful,” Levi let out a sigh as he went closer to you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I know how to be genuine with them.” 

Smiling at him, you took a hold of his right hand, squeezing it gently. “I can never ask for more.” 

Kisses being exchanged, he pulled you closer to his lap. Shifting to a more comfortable position, your knees were on each side of his thighs. His hands found a way to support your back as your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. The exchange got heated as both of you got more explorative with your tongues. 

Heart beating and breaths heaving, Levi pulled away from your intoxicating mouth that he proceeded to move downwards. Nipping at your clavicles and sucking on the crook of your neck, he left a mark. “I hope you don’t mind,” he hummed with his hands already unclipping your bra, dropping it on the floor. 

You let a sigh out. “I don’t,” feeling his hands taking a hold of your breasts you gave out a muffled cry of pleasure. Teasing your nipples with both of his thumbs and forefingers, the stickiness of your arousal was spreading through your inner thighs. This was after all the time you can finally let your sexual frustrations out. 

Levi shared the same sentiment as well. 

The small noises you were making as he sucked on one of your nipples made him harder. The cloth of his boxers burning against his skin at the same time, he can feel the heat of your cunt. He was so close to just releasing everything but he wouldn’t, not when this was the first time for you and him. Mainly you being his first concern. 

As he sucked on your right breast while his left hand took care of the left, his right hand was now on your dripping pussy. Rubbing through your shorts, it got you whining from the sensation of it. “L-Levi..” 

“Don’t keep those noises to yourself, pretty,” he praised. “I love every sound you’re making right now.” 

You gasped as he placed more pressure, already feeling yourself getting more wet. It then came to mind you haven’t tried touching Levi, and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass. 

Just to tease him a bit, you ran your hand over his taut chest making Levi take a quick breath. Your mouth gently latched onto his neck, giving kitten licks, the ebony haired man was relishing the moment but when you finally cupped his cock, the lustful sound he made was now one of your achievements. 

“You don’t have to..” he whispered. “I want this night to be only your pleasure.” 

Pulling your mouth away from his neck. “And I want this night to be your pleasure as well-” pecking his lips-”let me make you feel good, Levi.” 

He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand start moving. You were gentle with your actions and did it make Levi let out a contented sigh as he ran his hand over your head. He’ll let you suck his cock next time that’s for sure. 

“How does it feel?” you softly asked. He did most of the work the past few minutes, so of course you wanted him to feel the same you feel. 

One particular stroke got his head leaning back. “It feels so good, kitten.” That nickname stopped you in your tracks, which Levi immediately noticed. 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I-” you placed a finger over his mouth. “I want you to call me that, whenever we…do this…” you said, blushing while you were at it. The way it rolled out of his tongue and the tone of it, kept on replaying on your head. You’re looking forward to the many times he will address you with that pet name. 

He smirked at you. “Whatever you say, goes.” 

A mischievous grin appeared on your face. “Since you said that..'' you once again wrapped your arms around him and looked at him directly.

 “I want you to fuck me, Levi.” 

You can see how his eyes dilated after you said that. Not letting a second to pass, he had you laying down on the mattress, taking off both your shorts and panties in haste along with his boxers. 

His dick was always what you thought it would be, but certainly better now that you’ve seen it. Now the important question was: how long will it take for you to adjust to it?

You were about to find out. 

“Let me get the condom,” he said, before he could get his pants you stopped him with just a shake of your head. “You don’t have to, actually…” you replied, fumbling with your hands. 

You continued, “I’m on the pill actually,” you shyly admitted, “my mom forced me ever since I got into college.” 

His eyes lit up. “Guess we should thank her next time then,” he smirked. The implications of what he said made your heart get rapid. 

Bare and vulnerable to each other’s sight, Levi took his place between your legs. Letting you put your legs around and tight on his waist, it just hit you that you’re finally doing this. 

Breathing a bit unsteady, it's like Levi knew what was going through your mind. “Tell me if it hurts and if you want to stop, okay?” 

Nodding to what he said, he slowly inched himself to your core. Every time he would inch himself deeper in you, he’d ask you if it’s fine, and it just made you fall harder for him. 

Levi was whipped at this point. The way your face would contort to lewd expressions as he would try putting more of his length in you, was egging on his self-control. But he didn’t want to hurt you, that was the more important thing to him. Already bottoming you down, both of you took the time to relish the feeling. 

“Mm, Levi..” 

“Yes?” he was quick to respond to you, causing you to smile. 

“You’re very sweet, did you know that?” emitting the reaction you expected, he muttered a small ‘brat’ paired with a blush. Grabbing his hand, entwining your fingers together. 

“You made me feel nothing but comfort throughout this whole time, Levi…” you said with full of adoration. “I wouldn’t have my first time any other way but only this.”

A soft smile was on Levi’s face once you said that, his hand tightens against yours but not in a harsh way. “I intend to put your comfort above mine, every time.”

Sharing a sweet kiss that both of you intend will happen more. “You can start moving.” you sighed. Finally with your consent, he experimentally moved his hips. It did feel a bit painful, but not the sharp kind of pain. Reassuring caresses and words were shared and did it warm your heart (and your pussy as well). 

The patterned movement of his hips against yours increasingly picked up on tempo and the amount of pretty and lustful sounds that left both of your mouths could cause complaints from your fellow neighbors in the compound tomorrow morning. You weren’t going to last long but you knew; you’d probably go for another round. 

“I’m-ah!” you squeaked. Levi was working up on your clit, your climax approaching faster. “L-Levi!” 

“Keep up with those noises, kitten,” he grunted. Pulling you closer by your thighs and gripping on them tight, enough to leave marks of his hand. “You feel just so right.” 

Just after he said that, your orgasm gushed out. Legs trembling and breaths rapid. Levi pulled out quickly and came all over your stomach, decorating it messily in white. 

Both of you heaved out long sighs, but satisfaction was evident. A cheeky grin was on your face. “Now, who’s the messy one?” 

“Pfft, shut up. Let’s get cleaned up.” 

Ever the gentleman he was, he carried you bridal style to where you directioned was the bathroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a lot more was about to happen. 

Not that you didn’t mind. 

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You can tell which part was rushed because it was making me clench hard jkfbkjer im planning to make this like a series, due to the several concepts i had for that crush x reader had all the sexy times and developments being connected. 

stay tuned ig? XDD

that is all peeps, i hope i get to be more motivated to write for the next weee. 

#snk x you #x reader #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #not sfw #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #aight #levi smut #aot fluff #fluff smut #idk lmao #idk what to tag anymore