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arieslost · 3 months

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you have pushed me to ask so here I go

I present my idea of motorcyclist!oscar and his gf who is afraid of motorcycles. He convinces her to try it onc3 and BOOM hands around him holding on the dear life.

I want to hold on to him

I can't stop thinking about that tiktok

here's a ss I took from the tiktok edit

what a yummy man

the entire time i wrote this i kept coming back to look at this picture because oh my goodness gracious. i hope this lives up to ur expectations <33 definitely wanna write more biker!osc after this

hold on tight | op81

“Just one time?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No way.”

“Do you even love me at all?” Oscar asks dramatically, jutting his lower lip out for extra effect.

“That’s not going to work on me, Piastri.” You shake your head vehemently. “I refuse to get on that death machine. It’s bad enough that you ride it all the time.”

“Come onnnn,” he whines, tugging you up off of the bed and into his arms.

The two of you look like polar opposites— him with his leather jacket and riding gloves still on, smelling faintly of exhaust, and you in plaid pajama pants and one of his worn out t-shirts. You suppose that’s what makes your relationship work so well, opposites attract and whatever. All relationships take compromise though, and this is one “compromise” that, thus far, you’ve refused to make.

In your eyes, it’s not a compromise. But Oscar has been asking you to be his “backpack” practically since the two of you met.

“What do I have to do to convince you?” He’s asking, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Hmm, nothing.” You smile up at him, and it fades just as fast when you see the excitement in his eyes. “Because it’s never going to happen. I like being alive, thank you very much.”

“Baby, you know you’ll be safe with me. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He says sincerely, his pleading tone now gone. “I’ve been riding my entire life. I did all the crashing before I got my license. Haven’t crashed since.”

“Yeah, that makes me feel better.” You mutter, hiding your face in his chest so he can’t see your resolve slowly starting to crumble.

“It would be so fun,” he continues, arms tightening around your frame as he starts to sway you both side to side a little. “All you’d have to do is hold on to me. I’ll do all the work. You trust me, don’t you?”

“With all things except the death machine,” you say, voice muffled by the material of his jacket.

“I love you, but I’m gonna need you to stop calling her ‘the death machine,’ honey.”

“Her?” You look up at him, affronted. “I’m definitely not doing it now. Wouldn’t want to get between you and the other woman in your life.”

Oscar laughs. His laugh has always been more of a giggle around you, which is such a contrast to his outward appearance that it never fails to make you melt.

“You’re the only woman for me, which is why you’re the only woman I’ve ever asked to be my backpack.” He says.

“Don’t try to butter me up with the whole backpack thing again.” You roll your eyes and try to pull away from him, but he somehow manages to twirl you and bring you right back into him.

“It’s not me buttering you up, I’m just telling the truth. Come on, baby.” he leans in and gives you a long kiss that leaves your head spinning a little. “One time. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t ask again.”

You let out a frustrated groan, because he has to know that he’s won at this point. That kiss was nothing but tactical. “Fine. Fine. But you can’t just kiss me like that every time you want something from me, it’s unfair.”

“Yes, yes!” He squeezes you into him, kissing the top of your head over and over. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already am a little bit.” You grumble.

That’s how you find yourself standing on the sidewalk with Oscar in front of you adjusting a helmet on your head.

“This is making me claustrophobic,” you complain as he flips the visor up so he can see your face.

“I’m just making sure you’re safe, baby.” When you furrow your eyebrows, he sighs and drops his hands to his sides. “If you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, okay?”

This makes you relent a little bit. “Osc, I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I don’t like motorcycles, like, at all.” You smile as best you can with the helmet on, hoping it goes to your eyes so he can see it. “I want to do this. You just… you really have to help me.”

He nods, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. “Of course, honey. C’mon.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to his motorcycle. While you’re terrified just looking at it, you can’t deny that it’s absolutely beautiful. Streamlined and sleek, like he literally just bought it, even though you know he’d already had it for a year when you first met him.

He looks almost the same as he did when you first met— all black getup, signature leather jacket, riding gloves, and of course, his strangely colorful helmet that doesn’t match the rest of him. His hair was long when you met him, and you still remember being absolutely starstruck when you saw his face for the first time. It had felt like everything went into slow motion when he took his helmet off, pushed his hair back, and instantly made eye contact with you from where you were just exiting the bookstore.

Needless to say, you were done for. And now here you are, a year later, letting him help you onto the death machine.

He never said you had to stop calling it (sorry, her) that if you were thinking it to yourself.

“You okay? Comfy?” Oscar asks, reaching to adjust your helmet one more time.

“Yup. Mhmm. Totally.” You nod, not even trying to sound convincing considering your heart is in your throat and he hasn’t even started the engine yet.

“Great,” he kisses the top of your helmet and smiles at you cutely before climbing onto the bike so he’s seated in front of you. “Just hold on tight, okay baby? Like this.”

He reaches behind him, grabbing your hands that had been anxiously scratching at the material of your jeans and pulling you forward so your arms are wrapped around his waist. He doesn’t have to say anything else– you’re quick to tighten your hold around him, fingers clutching at the material of his open jacket. You immediately feel your anxieties begin to dissipate as soon as you’re holding onto him, and you shift your whole body forward on the seat so your front is pressed as close as it can be to his back. When he lets out a quiet grunt, you release your grip a little.

“I’m sorry! Am I holding you too tight?” “No, no,” he huffs out a laugh, patting your thigh. “Do whatever you need to do. Just warn me if you’re planning to suffocate me at all.”

“Listen, Piastri–” you begin, and he cuts you off by twisting around to look at you.

“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry.” He’s giggling now, and you let go of him to smack his helmet. “I’m done, I promise. As long as you feel safe, honey.”

“Come on, let’s go before I chicken out.” You say, quickly reassuming your hold.

It’s times like these where you appreciate just how buff your boyfriend is. He has something of a sleeper build, so one quick glance at him wouldn’t really reveal much, but when you’re pressed up against him like this, you can feel the muscles in his back and shoulders and his abs through his shirt when your hand slips past his jacket. He’s warm and solid against you, and that in itself is comforting enough that you don’t go flying off the seat when he starts up the engine and you instantly feel your whole body start to vibrate from the force of it.

“I’ll check in with you, okay?” He says over the loud rumbling. “Hit me in the head or something and I’ll pull over. Sound good?” Having him to hold on to is nice, but your throat is still dry thinking about all the dastardly possibilities that could occur when the bike starts moving, so you have to swallow a couple times in order for him to hear you over the engine. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Your heart falls out of your ass and lands on the pavement when he pulls out onto the road, the engine roaring as he accelerates.

“God, please spare me,” you say out loud, grateful that Oscar can’t hear you over the engine.

As soon as he gets onto the freeway, that’s when you realize just how much fun you’ve been missing out on.

It’s never been a secret to you that Oscar loves going fast. There have been plenty of occasions where you’ll drive somewhere, do whatever it is you have planned, and then you’ll turn to him and ask if he wants to drive home just to give him some peace of mind knowing that the journey back will be cut down by a few minutes at least. Being in the car is fun enough, but being on the back of his motorcycle is different.

You thought you’d be more scared. You’re terrified, sure, but even though you can feel the wind whipping against your clothes and you’re flying past cars on either side of the freeway, you’re holding on to Oscar, and you could easily do that forever. You’re quickly warming up to the concept of being his backpack, and you can feel yourself relaxing your death grip around him. This is actually kind of fun. Okay, really fun. You actually can’t believe you were so adamantly refusing to do this this whole time.

Every so often, he reaches back with one hand and rubs your thigh, or holds one of your hands that is now tucked comfortably into his jacket pocket. You thought you’d be freaking out about him taking a hand off the handlebars, but he exudes confidence on the bike, and he never wavers no matter what he’s doing with his hands.

He doesn’t go very far; the whole ride lasts maybe 20 minutes, but it feels like half that with how quick the bike is. Your arms ache from all the muscles in them working the whole time, and when he helps you off the back of the bike your legs feel like jello.

“How was it?” He asks, helping you pull the bulky helmet off your head.

Your hair falls in your face and he brushes it away for you before you can even lift your hands. He cups your cheeks, a small smile on his face as he admires you.

“We are definitely doing that again.”

His smile grows, and he places a sweet, adoring kiss on your lips. “I knew I finally found my backpack.”

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ellecdc · 1 month

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Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo.

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred.

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush.

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly.

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw.

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off.

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom.

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear.

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends.

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.”

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all.

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started.

You nodded quickly at that.

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard.

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.”

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble.

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes.

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing.

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed.

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.”

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened.

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble.

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged.

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees.

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you.

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension.

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that.

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating.

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

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star-suh · 7 months

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Lee Jeno x Male Reader

cw: angst attempt, fluff-ish smut, top jeno, established relationship, reconciliation sex, rimjob, blowjob, cockwarming.

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y/n and jeno were a happy couple, days filled with smiles, hugs and kisses here and there. they were a perfect couple in the eyes of everyone around them. but that changed when jeno started to work as a dj, y/n's nights are colder now, having to eat cold food for dinner while waiting for his man to arrive, even sometimes y/n woke up sleeping on the table.

“it's so tiring” murmured a sad y/n playing with his fingers while sitting on the couch. it's 3:33 am and it seems that jeno is not going to arrive any time soon so the guy decided to go to sleep. “morning” greeted y/n to his co-worker in the cafe “good morning y/n. want a coffee?” asked jaemin handing the cup with hot liquid to him “thank you” is the only thing he says.

jaemin is concerned about y/n he was a happy and bubbly guy but now he's like just a human shell doing things because he has to. “are you ok y/n?. you've been so cold and distant lately” he pats the other guy's back “you know, you can always count on me, right?” y/n just nodded… “it's just that i feel so tired jae… i've been trying to fix my relationship with jeno, i know he's just working but .. it feels like he's not there anymore” he sighs “i just want things to go back to the way they were before” tears starting to pool in his eyes “when i'm home he's not. dinners were the time where we connected more, we talked about ourselves and how our days were but not anymore, it was over in the blink of an eye…” jaemin hugged and comforted y/n “i’m so sorry y/n, i’m sure that you two gonna have the opportunity to talk soon and can fix this inconvenience”, “i hope so” y/n wipes his tears when the doorbell rang, a pair of girls entering.

“good afternoon, what are you going to order ladies?” jaemin took the girls' orders and went to prepare them. “did you hear there's a party tonight hosted by jackson wang?” the blonde girl tells to her friend who make a surprised face “and hot dj jeno is gonna be there too, hopefully i can sleep with him tonight” the two girls screamed and laughed while y/n listened to the conversation with a sad expression.. what if jeno doesn't need him anymore because other people can give him better things than him? “i must be overthinking” he murmured.

“goodbye jaemin” y/n waved his hand and walked away. he unlocked his phone and searched about that party, it wasn't that hard, apparently that jackson guy is known for his eccentric parties. y/n took a taxi and went there to try to talk to jeno.

y/n was beyond surprised by the party, it was a very large mansion with beautiful gardens and colorful neon lights, y/n walked the cobbled road looking for the shirtless dj and there he was. for the first time in a while a smile appeared on y/n's face. watching how jeno was having fun made him happy too but that happiness was soon shattered by that blonde girl from before who kissed jeno.

the pretty smile dropped quickly, he can't believe what he is seeing, the love of his life kissing another person… confused he just turn around and sat on the nearest chair, failing to see how jeno pushed the girl with an annoyed expression. “please get out of my space, i have a boyfriend and i love him” were the words that came out of jeno's mouth, the girl then leaves the dj cabin with her friend.

hours have passed and y/n was emptying the liquor bottles on his table now he's getting ready to leave walking towards the exit. jeno left the cabin to go to the bathroom stumbling with an acquaintance, the love of his life. “y/n!! wha-.. what are you doing here?” the drunk guy turned around making eye contact with the taller guy “j-jeno”. it's like time around them has paused, tears started to stream down y/n's pretty eyes. jeno just hugged him, both enjoying the warm sensation of their bodies together, the warm that they both missed.

“i.. i'm so sorry y/n” said jeno. both were sitting in the bed in one of the rooms. y/n told jeno about his feelings and how he thinks jeno does not love him anymore. “that's not true y/nnie.. i really love you, you are.. you are so precious to me” he grabbed the smaller guy’s hands and put them on top of his heart “i got too immersed in my work that i didn't realize that i was leaving you aside. i'm so sorry baby you deserve so much better than this” he added.

“i understand if you want to leave me. i don't want to let you go but i was a completely asshole with you” he kissed y/n's forehead and hugged him tightly. “it's ok jeno. i’m happy that we were able to talk and work things out, this is one of the reasons why i love you." y/n commented making jeno smile. “god you're so fucking cute” jeno throws y/n onto the bed and sits on top of him, starting to kissing his neck. “i think i owe you an apology and i’m going to do it by showing how much i love you." the dj started to leave kisses everywhere. “hold on hold on.. what about the your job?” asked y/n. “don’t worry there's someone there to replace me” the older whispered.

slowly jeno discarded y/n’s clothes, making sure to always tell him how beautiful he is. mouths clashed in a desperate needy kiss, it's been a long time since they felt each other. jeno's touch leaving a burning sensation on y/n's body “you make me feel so good jeno”. “is that so? i'm about to make you feel even better then” he laughs burying his face in y/n's ass to eat his hole “hmm tasty”...

y/n started to give a blowjob to jeno while the latter plays with his tight hole “i missed this so much” a string of saliva connecting jeno's mouth to the other's ass. slowly the top introduced all his cock in the bottom's ass “so fucking tight for me” growled the taller. both make eye contact while jeno thrusted slowly, he was appreciating y/n's features being highlighted by the neon lights of the party, that perfect face, those pretty eyes, fuck such a cute guy “like what you see mr. dj?” mocked y/n. “shut up” jeno responded kissing him.

they spend the whole night fucking, they haven't done it for a long time so it worked both as a way to let out all that repressed sexual energy and as a way to reconcile. “let's cum together baby” said y/n and jeno immediately pull out and grabbed both cocks in his hands, jerking off both at the same time “fuckk~ give me that cum” grunted y/n feeling jeno's calloused hands doing friction against his cock “i'm gonna cum” a feral moan leaving jeno's mouth while jets of warm cum came out of the tip of his cock landing on y/n's face and torso while y/n's landed on jeno's torso as well.

fireworks exploded outside in front of the room's window, lighting up the room in bright pretty colors. the happy couple watching them lying on the bed in a spoon position with jeno being the big spoon so y/n can cockwarm him “i love you so much y/n.. let's be happy from now on” jeno hugged y/n tightly smooching his neck making the other giggle “i love you so much too jeno. you're the best thing that happened to me”. tired after all the sex they both just fell asleep until late in the morning when they woke up. “let's go home and eat something. i'm gonna cook” jeno says, squeezing y/n's cheek and kissing it “ok let's go” y/n replied while they walked out of the mansion holding hands.

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hotgirlgraps · 10 months

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So I know it’s not wrote about often but I’ve been brewing with this cute idea and if you don’t wanna write it it’s fine! Can I possibly request a Hook x Female!Reader (who also wrestled with AEW) where they’ve been in a relationship for a while now and they end up accidentally getting pregnant and she ends up having a rough pregnancy but she’s also hard headed and wants to keep traveling so poor Tyler is honestly doing his best making sure his girl is comfortable and okay while also wrestling and taking care of himself?

This was literally so fun to write! I’m sorry it took me so long to get it posted I’ve been trying to write everyone’s request at once! I hope you love it!

Warnings: protective!hook, angst, pregnancy complications, fluff, some smut (in the form of lovemaking 🥲)

Tyler was absolutely terrified but that was the very last thing he wanted you to see. As soon as those two pink lines appeared, all he could think about was the future and how drastically things were about to change. You were both so young and had just gotten your careers started and now he knew he was no longer going to be prioritizing his profession, but you and his future child.

He held you tight as you sobbed into his chest, the pregnancy test in his hand as he stared at it in disbelief, but there was no mistaking those two bold lines. He felt you trembling and tightened his arms around you, swaying you side to side. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He whispered against your hair before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you agreed to keep it under wraps for a while. You only told Tony so he knew you’d no longer be able to wrestle, but you denied it when he offered you maternity leave starting at twelve weeks along, even though Tyler insisted you should take it.

“I still want to work.” You told Tony as you and Tyler sat in his office. You felt him give your hand a squeeze but he didn’t say anything. “If there’s anyway you can give me a couple of segments or something, Mr. Khan, I would greatly appreciate it.”

Tony nodded. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you and Tyler told him the news. “I’m sure I can work that out.”

“Maybe not every week.” Tyler spoke up, “She’s been getting sick a lot and the doctors told her she needed to rest more.” He tells Tony who nods in understanding.

“They gave me medication for the nausea and I’ve been feeling much better since.”

“She wasn’t able to eat dinner last night or breakfast this morning without getting sick.” He keeps his eyes on Tony as he counters your remark.

“I see.” He says as he eyes you and Tyler both. “How about you keep me posted about how you’re doing and if you’re feeling well enough then we’ll get you some segments?”

“I promise I’m okay. I only get sick after I eat.”

“She doesn’t eat. She can’t eat.”

“Tyler, please let me speak for myself.” You snap at him, and he looks over at you with soft eyes.

“Y/N, the doctors already told you to rest more. Tony is offering you exactly that and you’re not taking it.” He points out. Tony dropped his head, feeling a bit awkward as he stood there listening to the fuss.

“I will rest more, but I don’t want to completely stop working. What’s wrong with a couple of minutes in front of the camera for a little talking segment? It’ll be fine, Tyler.”

He clamped his mouth shut. It was clear he wanted to say more but he didn’t and that’s when you looked back at Tony and nodded. “Thank you, Mr. khan. I’ll be ready whenever you are for the segments.”

Tony nodded tightly. He caught Tyler’s eyes and how they were filled with concern. “Not a problem. I’m happy for you guys. Try to enjoy this as much as you can. You only get one first time pregnancy.”

But Tyler was finding it so hard to enjoy when all he worried about was you all the time. You were getting worse as the weeks went by yet you always failed to see that. Or maybe you did and just wouldn’t admit it. Either way, he could see you getting weaker by the day. You continued getting sick and were diagnosed with Hypermeses Gravidarum at fifteen weeks.

Tyler didn’t know what the hell that fancy term meant until the doctor explained that it’s basically violent vomiting. Then it all made sense since he’s had to hold your hair back for hours at a time for weeks now.

“You’re not gaining as much as you should be right now.” The doctor tells you. “Are you able to hold down anything?”

“No.” Tyler answers before you could. “She is sick all the time. All she can eat are crackers usually.”

The doctor nods and looks over at you. “Have you still been taking the Zofran?”

You nodded back. You were feeling queasy that moment but you didn’t try to show it.

“Alright. Well the first thing I want to do is take a look at that baby, then we’ll figure out something else we can give you that will hopefully help you be able to hold things down better.”

You inhaled deeply and laid back, pulling your shirt up to expose the slight bump that was forming. Tyler leaned up in his seat next to you and intently watched as the ultrasound technician spread some gel over your lower stomach and grabbed the probe.

Tyler’s eyes adverted to the screen the minute it caught his attention and there you both saw the form of your fifteen week baby, wiggling it’s arms and legs.

“Oh my God” you breathed out shakily as you stared in awe. Tyler was unable to speak, or do anything at all except watch. He felt his heart swell, filling up to maximum capacity in his chest.

You looked over to catch his reaction, seeing a wide, toothy smile on his face.

“That’s our baby” you whispered, doing your best not to cry as you extended out your hand. He grabbed it tightly and placed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

That was probably the only time Tyler felt relief. When he saw your future daughter or son and the doctor assured you both that he or she was as healthy as can be.

A couple of weeks past by though, and you kept getting worse. You started to have some swelling in your legs and feet and he knew it was because you wouldn’t stay off of them.

He massaged the soles as you laid on the couch with a cool washcloth draped over your eyes, trying to fight the crippling migraine that was making your whole head throb.

“The swelling is getting worse.” Tyler says as he tries to use his hands to massage it down. He pressed one finger into your calf and noticed the indentation it left long after. “That’s not normal. We should call the doctor.”

“It’s fluid build up.” You tell him. You’ve googled all of it.

“But your legs are double the size almost.” He counters as he keeps rubbing them from underneath your knees and down to your toes. “You need to start staying in bed like the doctor told you in the first place. You’re twenty weeks and already having all these issues, Y/N.”

You tried to ignore him but he didn’t let you.

“Are you listening to me?” His voice became a little edgier. “Do you not care?”

“Obviously I care, Tyler.” You snatched the washcloth off of your face to look at him. “But you act like it’s always like that. It’s not. It’s just when I’ve been walking around a lot which is normal.”

Tyler’s hands stilled as he stared back at you before he tore his eyes away with a long, drawn out sigh.

A few days later, you just got back from the arena together after a long night at work. He had groggy eyes as he watched you head straight for the bed, collapsing down on top of the sheets, exhausted.

He took your shoes off for you, noticing the swelling of your feet getting worse like he had been telling you for weeks, but he didn’t say anything this time because he knew you’d just argue about it.

“I’m gonna go shower.” He whispered as he leaned down and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Wait” you whispered before he could turn around, grabbing his forearm. “Let me take one with you.”

Knowing you already took one right before you both left for work, he was apprehensive about it. You hadn’t been intimate in a couple of weeks due to the fact that he was simply terrified that he could possibly do something to hurt you and the baby so, every time you tried, he would always find some excuse not to.

But he knew it was making you feel sad that he would no longer touch you the way he really wanted to. He could tell that you were deprived and so was he, he was just so scared and so tired of being that way so he tried to do everything in his power to prevent anything at all happening that he possibly could.

He sighed as he kneeled down beside the bed to get eye level with you. He was starting to get dark circles under his eyes from all the constant worry and sleepless nights and you felt a pain in your heart when you saw it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He whispered, his eyes searching yours for any hint that you weren’t, but you nodded and let a small smile linger upon your lips before you leaned foward and placed a kiss to his own, trying to reassure him but he was convinced nothing would until he’s holding you and your child in his arms.

He hesitated, but he nodded before he stood up and grabbed your hand, helping you off the bed.

It had been so long since you’d been tangled up in a moment like this with him that he was struggling, genuinely not to lose all of his control.

The shower started out with you both slowly removing each others clothes. He placed lingering kisses to your shoulder as he unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. He tasted the flavor of your smooth skin and his tongue immediately recognized it, as if he’d been craving it.

He made sure you understood him when he cupped your cheeks with his calloused hands and said, “If you need me to stop, please, please tell me. Don’t think twice about it, okay?”

He led you into the shower, adjusting the temperature just the way you like it. The water casted down over both of your bodies and steam began swirling around as his lips landed on yours gently.

He was trying with all his might not to get too carried away and it was the hardest thing for him to do when your hands ran down his chest, nails gently raking over his abs.

Your bump was keeping a little distance between you when all you wanted was to merge with his body, be as close as humanly possible but, he found a way to make it happen when he sat down on the hotel’s shower seat and pulled you over him, straddling his thighs as he kissed all down your neck.

You were so deprived of this and hadn’t realized it until just then. Your body was tingling, skin was ignited with a thousand little fires everywhere he touched.

You reached down in pure anticipation and grabbed his hard length, wrapping your hand around it and earning a breathy sigh to slip past his lips.

Just as you positioned yourself, he caught your eyes and searched for any sign of hesitation one last time, but you gave him nothing but assurance when you lowered yourself onto him and your eyes instantly rolled back.

You were squeezing him so tight it was hard for him to keep himself composed but he was intently watching you and every single reaction carefully.

Your hands gripped his shoulders and you started slowly swaying your hips back and to, feeling him completely fill the space between your walls.

His eyes fluttered as you rocked against him, his hands holding you by the hips as he watched you use him for what you needed. The steam filled your throat as you sucked in a deep breath when he started thrusting his hips slowly.

“Is it too much?” He heavily breathed out. “Tell me if it is.”

You shook your head abruptly and dug your nails into his shoulders. “No, not too much” you moaned out as your hips moved in perfect harmony. “Feels so good”

Your breathy sighs and sweet moans kept his head spinning as he pushed himself into you, watching the beads of hot water slide down your body. His hands roamed around your waist and slid up your back as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer to him.

Your head dropped to his shoulder as he picked up the pace just a little bit, making your moans morph into sounds he’d never heard from you before.

“I love you, mamas” he heavily whispered before he placed three kisses to your shoulder.

You were quickly coming to the beautiful end and he could feel it when your walls throbbed around him, sucking him right back in every time he slid halfway out of you.

“Baby, I want you to come for me.” He tightens his arms around you, your breasts pushed against his chest, the need for the closeness you’d been dying to feel again finally satisfied.

“I want to feel your come dripping down my thighs, then you’re gonna feel mine when I fill you up, and it’s dripping out of you in the morning.” His hips jolt, hitting that spot so deep you felt your entire body buzz.

“Want you to be so fucked out like your pretty little ass deserves to be. Want you to think about this-“ he speeds up, holding you still while he fucks up into you, “every single time I’m not around. Can you do that? Can you come for me mamas? I want it, baby. I need it.”

His voice was filled with desperation as he tried to hold back. He was hearing the mixed moans and whimpers filling the steamy space and coupling that with your slick bodies sliding against one another was doing nothing but making him suffer, so close to his release but he needed to get you there first.

He pulled you back, his eyes watching the dazed and blissed out look casted over your face as you bit down on your lip in an attempt to keep from screaming too loud but,

“Go ahead” he coaxed you, “be as loud as you need to be. I wanna hear it. Wanna hear what you have to say about this. Wanna hear those pretty little lips scream my name for this entire hotel to hear.”

You were puffing and panting when those breathy sighs turned into loud whimpers that got lost within his mouth the second he covered yours with his.

His tongue slid over yours and swirled around it, the flavor of mint gum finding your tastebuds and tingling your tongue.

“Come on beautiful” he whispered, “come for me”

It was almost as if he said the magic words. Your entire body jolted, muscles clenched tight as a surge rushed through your veins and his name flew past your lips.

He watched with eyes of adoration before his hits stuttered, then stilled. You collapsed against his chest and he buried his face in the crook of your neck as you both endured the sensations riveting through your bodies.

Heavy breaths mixed into the steam as the two of you came down and he kept his arms wrapped tightly around you as he held you for five extra minutes longer.

He felt a little less apprehensive about it after that night in the shower but once your belly started rounding out, he suddenly became ten times more protective over you.

He didn’t want you in any crowds, he didn’t want you around too many people, he didn’t want you driving, he especially didn’t want you out of his sights in general.

Every time you had a segment to shoot he was right there behind the camera. Anytime you wanted to go shopping or out to eat he made sure he scheduled in the time to do it. His biggest fear was something happening to you and it was exemplified now more than ever now.

He gave up trying to get you to take that maternity leave and decided he just needed to take a new approach. He made sure you stayed close by at all times. You wanted to be ringside for his matches but he adamantly refused, so to meet in the middle, he had you sit at the commentator desk right next to his dad.

By this time there was absolutely no way that his oversized hoodie would hide your belly so, the one and only time you stepped back in the ring was when you and him made the announcement that you were expecting and that it was a boy.

He walked over to you and removed your coat, revealing your twenty-eight week bump for the world to see. He stood next to you proudly as you both took in the chaotic screams all around the arena before he pulled you into him and kissed you for the first time on camera, and in front of thousands of people in the crowd.

But the moment things seemed to have been looking up, the doctor broke the news that you had pre-eclampsia. Another term Tyler didn’t know, but it scared him half to death after he spent hours googling horror stories about it.

There was no room for arguing anymore when he told you it was time to take that maternity leave. He brought you to Tony’s office ready to do whatever the hell he had to do in order to get you out of work whether you liked it or not.

You sat in the chair with your swollen legs propped up on the one next to you that he would’ve been sitting in while he stood behind you, massaging your shoulders.

“Pre-eclampsia is serious, Y/N.” Tony told you, Tyler nodding in agreement silently. “I know you wanted to be here as long as you could but you need to put your safety and the safety of your son first.”

You were on the verge of tears for the fact that you knew you were going to have to say goodbye to your job for a while now.

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable keeping you here when I know the only thing you need to be doing is resting.”

You felt Tyler’s hands give your shoulders a squeeze and if you looked up at him you knew you’d see nothing but relief.

“I know.” You sighed. “I just don’t want to leave. I love it here. I love my career. I’ll never love any other career like this, and I know that.”

“Your position is always going to be secured here.” Tony assured you. “You can come back and I’ll gladly resign you whenever the time is right for you and your family. But for right now, you need to focus on you and your child. That’s the most important thing.”

And that’s what you did. Every so often you made a small appearance at the commentator table to watch Tyler’s match but that was only when he didn’t feel like arguing with you to stay back at the hotel and let you come to the arena because you just missed it too much.

You were nearing your induction date and he was about to take a month off for bonding time but he had one final match and you wanted more than anything to be there.

You stayed next to taz at the table and watched tyler in the ring. He wanted to stay focused on his match against Jack Perry especially knowing the FTW title was on the line but all he could think about was you and how you’d been having on and off contractions for days.

He was so exhausted from making two hospital visits only to be sent back home when they told you that you weren’t in labor just yet even though you’d been having so many tightenings and pains in your stomach. He felt like at any moment you were going to have to head to the hospital, so he wasn’t sleeping, to say the least.

“And I just want to say, for the record that my grandson is going to be here this time next week” taz exclaims on commentary, grinning from ear to ear. “So if you don’t see me next Wednesday, it’s because I’ve got better things to do than sit with these two guys”

You chuckled at that and watched the ring. Tyler was giving it his all but you knew how it was going to end and even though you hated that, you were thankful that Tony came up with something last minute when Tyler told him he needed to take his time off a little early. It meant he was losing the FTW title but when he returns, he’ll win it back.

His eyes kept lingering over to you every chance he got, making sure you were okay. He knew his dad was there so he felt a little more comfortable but in his mind he always thought about really improbable what ifs, like what if someone from the crowd jumps up on stage and tries to attack you or the building just suddenly collapses.

His mind was ate up with fear at this point and he was unfortunately letting it show tonight as much as he tried not to.

Once the match was over he waited for Jack to finally get out the ring so he could get off the canvas and back to you. He walked over to you, the crowd popping when they saw him grab your hand and lead you over to the stage. They may not have realized how far along you were until they saw your well rounded belly.

Tyler turned to face the crowd for what he knew was going to be the very last time for at least a month, and it was bittersweet for him and you but now he could finally give all of his attention and focus to you and your son and that was the only reason why he finally felt a little bit of relief. After such a long and terrifying nine months you were finally about to meet your son and all of these complications and worries would wash away the second you both lay eyes on him.

“You’re looking at Hook and Y/N for the last time like this folks. Next time you see them, they’re gonna be parents.” Taz says as he watches you and Tyler take in the screams and chants for the last time. “And I’m gonna be one proud grandfather.”

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nishimiyachan55 · 1 month

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My curse boyfriend (chapter 4)

pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen) xreader

Chapters: 4/?

Other chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 5

Danger ?

A clear sky, fade moon beneath the clouds, and sparkling stars… The street felt empty when you were walking alone at the late night. Thinking about the things happened last night…. You were tired…. Your body felt weak….sore….from his rough treatment.

On that morning, You spend hours trying to cover the hickey on your neck with makeup. But when it failed you grabbed something from your closet which covers your neck area and a hoodie over it. You didn’t like the way you looked on it but anyway there were no other choice.

When you reached to your class, you tried your best to avoid your best friend. If she sees you like this she will definitely start questioning you and if that happens you knew you will spill out what happened yesterday. And you don’t even know how will she react to all this. Maybe she will snap at you like you were trying to mock her again or maybe she will think you are trying to hide your secret relationship from her and probably gonna turn on her drama queen mode. So you thought it’s better to avoid her.

But there she was, right in front of you. Avoiding her is definitely a hard task especially when she were searching for you everywhere. The moment she saw you she questioned about your strange appearance as you thought. Also she noticed the bite mark on your finger. You wanted to cover it with a band aid but you knew it will hurt so bad, so you decided to keep it as it is. You told her you bit it from excitement when you were watching the latest episode of your favorite anime. She wasn’t convinced with your answer though.

As you kept walking and thinking about all this under the night sky, you could see a man in a suit coming from your opposite direction wearing an office suit and with a bag in his hand. Your eyes widened on the sight of the creepy looking thing hung around his shoulder. The man seems really worn out. Like the thing was feeding off his energy.

Mahito said he was a curse…. So…. These weird monsters you could see was actually curses!! And he was one of them…. But why does he look like humans?? You ignored that creepy curse on that man’s shoulder as you always do and looked away from him. At least now you know what they are.

The narrow path was really dark. The only thing illuminating was the dim street light. When you raised your head to look into the long path way you could see a human figure standing there leaning against the street light stand. Mahito tilted his head towards your side.

You never saw him after last night. When you woke up he was already gone. You knew he would come back though. He looked gorgeous under the fade light.

You felt a tingling feeling in your stomach as soon as you saw him. Warmth rushing to your face. A feeling of happiness and excitement, you just wanted to run to him and embrace him with a tight hug. But when the memories from last night flashed in your mind, you decided to stay indignant. You were good at playing hard to get, weren’t you! You looked down to the road as you approach him.

“I was waiting for you Y/n, I told you not to walk alone at night time, don’t i? It’s dangerous here. People could hurt you….., you know” he scolded you. He was genuinely concerned about your safety…right?

“says by the person who raped me yesterday,…” You pouted with a frown setting on your face.

“huh…!!! Rape!!? I wasn’t trying to rape you, I was just making our date a memorable one remember” he tried to argue, “and…..you seemed like you were enjoying it, weren’t you?” his lips curved into a grin as he teased you.

“huh!! I wasn’t enjoying it!!,…. You perv,” You shouted at him, continued to walk. He was right though, you actually enjoyed it, right! Even if you tried to play like it wasn’t fun. Except the knife part, it really felt good. The memories of him settled on top you and making your body shake with harsh thrusts made you press your thighs together. Your face turned red thinking about it. But you tried to push away that blush formed in your face and tried to bring the anger back.

He walked next to you, looking up to the starry sky and back at your enraged face, wondering why you are so mad at him after he made your last night delightful. Walking close by your side his fingers skimmed on top of yours. His touch send a jolt to your abdomen. He gently wrapped his cold fingers around yours. He lifted your hand to his face and checked the ring mark on your finger.

“this looks cute on you Y/n” he smiled in a childish way, ignoring the fact that he made it. “I can’t wait to give you more marks like this. You will look even cuter” he gave a soft kiss on that mark. A hiss came out from your mouth from pain.

“so…. Why are you here? Are you here to rape me again, or just to spend the night with me?” Your tone was unpleasant…

“huh!? Stop comparing me with that nasty human men, im not like them….i just wanted to spend some time with you” he pouted

Your face didn’t show any emotions. He knew you were mad at him. “Y/n, I promise I won’t hurt you today, I’ll be gentle with you, after all you are my favorite toy” he gave a light pinch on your cheek.

Did he say toy!!! Great you were a toy for him, a toy that he could break anytime…..so fragile…. Shouldn’t you suppose to hate him, after what he did. But why are you still falling for him!

You pulled back your hands from his grip and held it tight around the sling of your side bag. His lips curved down into a gloomy frown but he slung his hand around your shoulder pinning you close to him. Your anger slowly started to melt from his touch. He gave a kiss on the top of your head. You couldn’t ignore that one. Your brain was telling you to keep up the mad attitude, but your body refused.

You moved your one hand to his back tugging on the side of his waist and pulling him closer. You felt a cold sensation in your stomach, heart beating faster and your brain felt frozen. Yet you tried to give a tough attitude.

His face gave a faint smile. As You looked away from him, you saw a creepy curse hanging on the top of a street light leg. You just looked at it and moved on casually like it’s nothing. He noticed your expression.

“Y/n, when did you start seeing curses?”

You peered up at him and turned your gaze back to the road. “From my childhood”

“I see….. Is that why you don’t seems scared of them?” He leaned down placing his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t give answer to that. You gave a sigh. Didn’t want to explain much to him. You continued to walk.

The memories from your childhood flashed before your eyes in a second. Your parent’s ignorance, the kid who always bullied you, the laughing of your classmates, the principal’s room….and the blood splattered on your fists and face……. Everything in a flash….

You closed your eyes and shook your head to shrug off the traumatic memories and your hand on his cloth tightened. He watched you doing this. From your face he knew your childhood was miserable. His smile grew wider on the thought of it, enjoying your mental suffering.

When you were pressing the button of the elevator to your floor, a man appeared in front of you, calling for you to stop. It was your neighbor guy, who lived on your same floor. You held the lift door open for him.

“thank you Y/n,” he stood next to you with a pleasant smile. “You look different today Y/n, are you sick or something?” He noticed your change in clothing.

From the corner of your eye, you could see mahito leaning against the elevator wall and looking at your neighbor with a menacing look in his eye. He looks disturbed. He might be thinking something bad, you can tell it from his face. Your neighbor’s voice faded as you focused on Mahito.

“Y/n??...are you listening?” Your gaze turn to his side from Mahito’s. You tilted your head to look at him and said

“oh! Sorry I was lost in my thoughts… Yeah, I have a little cold,but im fine now, nothing to worry about…” You smiled at him waving your hand.

“oh I see…you should take rest Y/n, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me” he was really sweet right. Offering you help when you’re sick. You almost see him everyday when you go to your university or the way back home. Sometimes he pop up infront of your door to give you something delicious he cooked. You also share it with him when you cook something special. He was the only neighbor you were close with.

How unpleasant for him that he couldn’t see the danger standing next to him staring at him with sinister eyes. Mahito’s unpleasant feeling grew more when you kept talking with him. You suppose to pay attention to him, not for your boring neighbor.

When the elevator reached your floor you walked out to your room wishing a good night to the neighbor guy. Mahito stayed quiet this whole time. You could see Mahito staring at the guy over his shoulder, watching him opening the door and entering his apartment. His eyes looked like he might do something bad to him. You tried to push back that thought. He wouldn’t do something horrible like that right?!

Mahito put his sneakers on your shoe rack, remembering what you told him yesterday. You smiled at it and walked to your kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door you grabbed a drink and offered one to him. He looked at the bottle for a second and took it from your hand.

You removed your hoodie and the top underneath it and throw it on the chair beside. Now he could see the marks on your skin in the sleeveless tank top you were wearing under it. It gave a wave of pleasure to his abdomen. A proud feeling of knowing that he made them on you.

He sat on the counter top swinging his legs in a childish way and he watched you taking out some vegetables from the fridge. You pushed your self up from the floor and walked to the kitchen sink to wash them.

“what do you think about me Y/n? Do you think im dangerous?”

You looked at him with hooded eyes. Dangerous? He isn’t right! Or is he? Its true that he hurt you a little, but it doesn’t look that dangerous to you, even after he pulled a knife on you. But no matter how cute he acts he still couldn’t hide that unease feeling around him.

“no, why?” You took the veggies to the chopping board and started to cut them with your sharp knife.

He jumped from the counter top to the floor and stood behind you. He put his chin on your shoulder pressing his body to your back. He placed his hands on yours, one holding on the knife and other holding the vegetable in place. He made you cut them pressing his arms on yours.

“hm, why! Why don’t you think im not dangerous? You know im not a human, and you saw what I can do, but still…….. you like me right!? Even after what I did last night. Tell me….why??” He nuzzled on the side of your neck kissing on the hickey he made.

Your eyes were focused on the knife he held in your hand. Your heartbeat started to raise when it came closer and closer near your finger. You tried to pull back your hand. But he kept it there with strong grip. You thought he was going to cut your finger along with the vegetable. When the knife touched the tip of your forefinger, he Paused.

He could hear you breath heavily. Drops of sweat falling down from your forehead to the side of your cheek and your shaking hand.

“answer me” he gripped the knife in your hand tighter. You could imagine the sharp look in his eye from your peripheral vision, his commanding tone…

“i… I don’t…. know why! I…. just…. Like you.” You spill out your feelings from the fear.

“hm, is that it!” He traced his tongue from your neck to your ear and gave a light bite on the side of your ear. It tickled your side. You closed your one eye tilting head a little and raised one side of your shoulder.

Mahito pull back his hands from yours and slowly slipped his one hand under your top. Trailing it up from your stomach to grab your breast and pull it out from your bra and his other hand settled on your hip. Your nipples hardened on his touch and with a gasp you threw your head back to his shoulder.

“so….you will continue to like me no matter what I do right? I know you will…., you are more into my looks than my ‘heart’, or ‘soul’ in my words. Good for me….if you were someone who love the inside more than the outside…….you are definitely going to hate me” he gave a light teasing laugh in to your ear.

You tilted your head to the side and bit your lower lip so hard when he started playing with your nipples. Small groans escaped from your mouth. You pressed your thighs together when wetness started forming in your clothes.

“i…I am not like….that” you tried to argue with unsteady voice. But you lost it when his hand moved from your hip to your lower abdomen under your pants. Your hand lifted from the counter top to his head which placed on your neck. You grabbed his soft hair in your fist.

His fingers met the warm slick formed on your cunt and he smeared it all over your slit. “Hmm…… your body doesn’t lie Y/n…., I bet if I take my clothes off you will make your pussy a drooling mess” he whispered in your ear and slipped his one finger inside your dripping folds.

“Ah……!!No….i..i won’t..,,” with a loud moan, you pulled his hair so hard. But it didn’t bother him a bit.

“Oops, that’s so……loud, haha….. You should at least try to control your moan Y/n” he traced his tongue along your jawline while he put another finger inside.

“shut…. Up!!” You couldn’t control the next loud moan came from your mouth. Your drooling cunt was soaking his fingers. The only thing you could hear was the squish sound made by your hungry cunt echoing in the kitchen walls.

He pulled his hands from your tits and lifted it to your wet mouth. Rubbing your bottom lip with his large thumb, he pushed it inside your mouth and pressed on your tongue. You could feel a wiggling sensation in your mouth soon you realized he changed the size of his thumb making it so huge, almost the size of a cock.

Your mouth stretched to accommodate them. You grabbed on his hand trying to pull them from your mouth, twitching your head your eyes widened and tears started to form on the corner of your eye. The tip of his huge finger touched the back of your throat almost making you throw up. You tried to pull away from his finger but he pinned your head to his chest gripping your jaw and he pushed more further. All while he put his third finger inside your opening. You struggled to breath as he stimulated and hurt you at the same time.

“isn’t it rude to say ‘shut up’ to me….. especially when im making you feel good… You need to mind Your manners Y/n, don’t try to be bossy,” his tone changed from playful to sinister one, “behave….. or else I could kill you”. He gave a hard thrust with his fingers making your wall clench around his fingers, he changed the shape of his other fingers too, making it bigger. It made your walls stretch and pain hit your core trying to accommodate his big fingers.

You tried to scream with pain but his finger in your mouth wouldn’t allowed it, your voice only came out as a growl. Tears started to run down to your cheeks as you tried to suppress the pain.

But when your walls were ready tolerate with his huge fingers, pain gave way to pleasure. Overstimulation made your brain fuzzy. The only thing you were not comfortable with was his finger in your mouth. You just needed to breath properly.

Finally he took his fingers from your mouth. You swallowed air heavily and a loud moan came from your mouth. Your legs started to shake but you tried to give all your weight on to his chest leaning back. Your hand still held fist full of his hair. You pulled it so hard when you grind your hip against his fingers. You put your one hand on the counter top and his hand pressed on top of yours tighter. With a gushing sound your wet juices coated on his fingers when you finally released your cum.

“ooh…. That’s a lot, you made a big mess on my hand Y/n, such a greedy girl” he pulled his fingers out and licked it one by one consuming the taste of your slimy release. You panted heavily legs still shaking.

He turned you back to face him. “That felt really good, right?”. You didn’t reply to that you tilted your head looking away from him. Your clothes underneath was soaking wet that you felt really ashamed of your self.

He smiled at you and placed his hands on your waist and lifted you to press on his chest. Your shaky legs gripped on his hips and your hands wrapped around his shoulders. He took a few steps forward and placed you on the counter top. Pulling away from you, he started to take off his clothes.

Your heartbeat raised on the sight of his abs. He was right though, you cannot control your lust seeing his extremely hot body. At this point if he didn’t grab you, then you would definitely grab him close to you. He stood naked infront of you with a grin on his face.

“Time for round two, you ready Y/n?” He moved closer grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward placing himself between your thighs. Taking all your clothes down he started thrusting so hard……..

#mahito x y/n #jjk mahito #jjk #mahito #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen manga #yandere #cursed spirit #mahito jujutsu kaisen #mahitox y/n #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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Mastermind (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: When it comes to your relationship, you planned it all along. But Steve didn’t know this, or did he?

Warnings: Absolutely none, teeth-rotting fluff.

A/N: So, uhm, I guess happy Halloween and Midnights release? I really wanted to write something with a Midnights track, and this came in a really natural, organic way. Enjoy <3

~ Masterlist ~

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates And all the stars aligned You and I ended up in the same room At the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse Of a chain reaction of countermoves To assess the equation of you Checkmate, I couldn't lose

The first time you met was at a Halloween Party.

It was a year after Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, and he was super anxious about the memories while Robin dragged him down to that one party filled with high schoolers.

But then, there was… You.

You were freaking bored. Everything seemed dull, because suddenly every single high schooler seemed to be in the urge to make everything cooler than it was before just because Starcourt couldn’t make it to Halloween. And there you were, on a tight blue dress, with your hair done in a bob as Elvira Hancock from Scarface.

Honestly, Steve couldn’t believe his eyes when Robin went to say hello to you.

Is this girl really friends with Robin? She looks too cool for her. No, she looks too cool for this place.

Unless that’s what he thought until you laughed out loud after Robin said an stupid joke. You were just as fun and childish as your best friend, and ironically, Steve’s best friend too.

“So, uh, who’s this?” Steve tried to seem smooth, but only flushed when you raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“Oh, she’s Y/N, we’ve been friends since like, forever” you nodded and extended a hand to Steve.

He accepted it with a smile.

“I’m Steve, Steve Ha…”

“Yeah, I know who you are Harrington” you said as he simply kept his mouth open in a surprised motion “, we shared Econ.”

“We did?”

“Yes” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze before putting it back to your body “, but we never talked.”

“She has a kind of frigid bitch face” Robin mentioned while you hit her in the arm with a smirk.

“No I do not!”

You, in fact, did.

“We really shared a class?”

“Oh, yes, I even remember you failing it” Steve let out a laugh, looking directly into your eyes as you smiled “, want a drink?”

Of course, he didn’t know that you were planning on touching his hand again, because you felt it too. The electricity, the tension, the realness between the two of you.

That night you met him you knew you wanted him.

What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all by design 'Cause I'm a mastermind

The next time you met, he was at Family Video.

A bunch of kids were around the counter. There was a redhead, a curly-haired one, and one with Hawkins’ High basketball shirt on. It was a weird mix if asked.

“Hey!” you said as you entered, Steve’s face lifting up from the computer and immediately lighting up.

“Oh, hi” you smiled at him as you made your way to the right of the kids, while they also followed you up with their eyes “Robin’s not here.”

You knew that.

“Oh… Is she on her lunch break? Or is she…?”

“No, this is actually her day off.”

“Shit” you falsely cursed under your breath as Steve moved in front of you with a big, dopey smile “, well, sorry for bothering you, and… Whoever you are.”

The curly haired one jumped at his mention.

“I’m Dustin, Steve’s best friend. More like a brother. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, hi” you accepted his eager hand as his wide and cute smile appeared “, I’m Y/N.”

“We know” the redhead said, giving you a nod “, I’m Max.”

“Hi Max, and you are?” you asked the basketball player, who smiled before speaking up.

“Lucas. I’ve seen you around school, you’re always with Robin.”

“That’s right” you said, now giving Steve a quick glance. As you predicted, he was looking at the four of you in silence “, we met when we were like six or seven. And we’ve been inseparable since.”

“That’s cool” Max signalled with a silent nod, again.

“So cool, and how do you know Steve?” Dustin asked.

He seemed way more smart than the other two.

“We met at a party” you said, now glad the kid had brought up the topic. You turned to Steve, pointing at him with your finger “, a party where you promised me I could borrow your copy of Back To The Future, young man.”

“Right!” he said, now jumping in his place at the mention. He swore you wouldn’t even remember him, but here you were, reclaiming a copy of a movie he may or may not have stolen from Family Video “I have to check if I have it, I don’t know if I…”

“You know what? Call me when you find it” you responded, taking a pen that was laid on the desk out of nowhere. You took his hand carefully before writing down on his arm your number on big, black symbols, strong enough to not erase “, I gotta go, but thanks. And it was nice to meet you guys.”

“Bye!”

“See ya.”

Steve stood there, speechless, as Dustin let out a laugh.

“How did you bag that?”

“What?”

Of course, Steve was a little in shock to see what you had done. But Dustin had just figured how much of a mastermind you were.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since To make them love me and make it seem effortless Is this the first time I feel the need to confess? And I swear, I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

After a couple of dates, and a couple of movie nights, it was finally time for you to tell Robin what you had been scheming all over that night at the Halloween party. Why you had arrived at your house and immediately asked her through the phone about her coworker, his love life and the possible outcomes of flirting with dashing Steve Harrington.

Until, one night at her house while everyone (the kids and the three of you, Robin, Steve and Y/N), was watching The Breakfast Club, she brought up a very sentimental memory.

“Do you remember when I met you?” she suddenly said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, googling over Steve as he turned his head to Robin to hear her better.

“Yes, why?”

“Well, it’s just the movie. It kind of made me remember when we were these two little kids no one in kindergarten wanted to play with.”

A crimson colored blush painted your cheeks when she said it.

“Yeah, of course I remember it.”

“I mean, I swear to God it seemed like the fates, and the galaxies and every single star aligned for us that day, you know? You came close and we just got off to talking and now… We’re best friends.”

You had other friends. You liked to think it was just the fact that connecting was really hard for you, but you had other friends.

No, you didn’t.

“Yeah” you muttered under your breath, and quickly got up from your seat. You didn’t even look at Steve when you did it “, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Quickly after storming off, Steve followed you.

So I told you none of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind And now you're mine Yeah, all you did was smile 'Cause I'm a mastermind

It was true, you didn’t have friends.

You were good at socialising, but no one wanted to play with you as a little kid. Why? You never knew. You always tried but there was something about your broken reflection in the mirror that just seemed to be confessing everything all at once, and your mind couldn’t handle it.

As you seated down, you couldn’t help but think of all the times you had planned a relationship like this before. A guy you liked, a ‘casual’ encounter, and a stable relationship before the guy got bored of you and dumped you for someone better, someone sincere.

But the thing was, Robin knew about all of these Cupid’s arrows you had thrown before. She didn’t know about Steve tho, and she had mentioned something so personal and precious of you today, that Steve now was something as personal and precious as your old memories of being a lonely and messy kid.

A sudden knock in your door made you jump.

“Who is it?”

“Me” you knew Steve’s voice even if it was muffled by the thin door of Robin’s bathroom “, can I come in?”

You sniffed before answering.

“Yeah.”

The door opened with a creak and closed with the same sound. Your eyes darted up to Steve’s chocolate colored eyes that watched you with all of his focus.

“You okay?”

“Not really.”

He sat down beside you, on the floor. You laughed before getting to the floor in front of him.

“Is there something you may want to tell me?” he asked, and you sighed “Just if you wanna let something out, I mean.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, I kinda do” you answered, now taking his hand with yours. He intertwined them, the electricity still pretty much alive “, what if I told you I liked you from the first time I met you?”

That made him smile.

“I’ll tell you the same.”

“No, actually like, from the first second. I saw you and I went, woah… I really should’ve talked more to this Harrington kid in Econ.”

“Mm… Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.”

You squeezed his hand. He ran his other hand through his hair, making it seem flawlessly gorgeous.

“I thought I wanted you” you finally let out, and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk “, and that night… Absolutely nothing was gonna stop me. Nothing.”

His expression didn’t change. In fact, as you finished the sentence, his face contracted more and more into… Into a laugh?

No way he’s laughing.

“Of course! And then you met me at Family Video.”

Your mouth opened in surprise.

“I… Yeah, I did.”

“You pretended to be there for Robin, but I knew you were there for me” he said, nodding in recognition “, I have to admit it, it was a big way to win me over.”

“But, but you weren’t suspicious.”

“Of course I wasn’t. I wanted to go out with you, but didn’t know how to ask you, so thank God you gave me your number first.”

You slowly close your eyes, then open them again. Steve was still there, as happy as ever.

“Really? You knew I planned it all along?”

A wide smirk. A roll of eyes.

“Or course, I mean, you’re pretty straightforward” he said, and gave you a wink before speaking again “, besides, if you’re as close to Robin as she is to you, you would’ve known her schedules. So, yeah, I guess I knew you were a mastermind.”

You couldn’t help but laugh now, too embarrassed to say anything else.

“And I wanted you too” he said, now taking you by the elbow to come closer to him than before “, isn’t that what you planned anyway?”

“What?”

“For me to fall in love.”

You took a breath. You nodded. He let out a breathy laugh, the scent hitting your lips on a silent plea. You knew you wanted him, he knew he wanted you.

So suddenly, your lips came clashing in a perfect, life saving kiss. You smiled and closed your eyes into it, covering his shoulders with your arms as he deepened the kiss in a more passionate, personal, but overall intimate way.

This wasn’t like one of your kisses from before. And maybe, not planning your entire relationship with Steve was way better than planning them. Maybe falling in love was something that happened without a plan, and you kinda liked it.

Or maybe, that was just Steve.

#steve harrington #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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abitohoney · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 3 of 6 - Hand Me the Nutmeg AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.7k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Dragging Sevika to her boss's holiday party starts just as you expected. She's grumpy, uninterested, and simply all around no fun. Thankfully you find the perfect activity to turn that frown upside down. (Cum and get yer smut!)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

“We’re gonna be late!” you call out from the bathroom after you finish applying some bright red lipstick. When Sevika doesn’t reply, you poke your head out of the door into your bedroom.

Sevika stands in front of a mirror over a small dresser, struggling to adjust the holiday sweater you bought her. “This is so fucking stupid,” she grumbles when you step up behind her. Her stormy gray eyes are focused on the hem of the sweater as she attempts- and fails- to tug it down over the top of her pants. Too busy with that battle, she doesn’t notice the reflection of your smile, but she does notice your poorly stifled giggles. “Why is this so damn short?” she gripes.

“So I can see those gorgeous abs of yours, duh,” you reply as you graze over the skin of said abs with the tips of your fingers. Her stomach quakes, muscles flexing beneath your touch. It’s the only place she’s ticklish, and though she’d never let you really go at it, you still manage to sneak in the occasional light tease. “Besides, it's really no shorter than your typical top,” you point out and take your hands away before she can grab them.

“My typical top is not an ugly ass sweater.” Her narrowed eyes rise to your face reflected in the mirror as you move to stand beside her. The moment she catches your genuine smile, she releases an exaggerated sigh and her scowl fades into something softer. Though she may never say it in such words, she truly adores your smile.

“We look cute together,” you say, taking in the sight of your matching ugly sweaters. Hers is a garish bright green with a black outline of the Grinch and- appropriately- the words ‘The Grinch’. It fits snug, hugging her soft curves and hard muscles, making an otherwise ugly sweater look rather tempting. You had removed the sleeve of the left arm to allow her to slip it over her mech arm without risk of snagging. Your sweater is a bright red with a white outline of a Santa hat and the words ‘Mrs. Claus, but sleeping with the Grinch’. It's equally snug, but reaches the waist of your knee length, white, pleated skirt.

“ You look… cute ," she replies, left eye twitching as she forces out that last word. "Don’t use that term in reference to me.”

“Oh! Almost forgot. I have something else that will make us even cuter!” you exclaim, ignoring her demand entirely. Opening one of the dresser drawers, you pull out a Santa hat, reindeer antlers and a little red Rudolph nose. You put the Santa hat on your head, then turn your attention to Sevika as you grab the antlers.

“Babe, no,” Sevika sighs as you reach up to slip the antlers on her head, but she makes no motion to stop you.

Checking her appearance in the reflection, you can barely contain the utter glee the sight induces. “Oh. My. God. Sevika, you are adorable!” you squeal. Even as she scowls at you in the mirror, it doesn’t take away from just how cute she looks. If anything, it enhances it. She’s your big, cute, Grinch. “Here! Put the nose on!” You insist and hold it out for her. When all she does is narrow her eyes at your reflection, you push out your bottom lip and give her your sweetest doe eyes. “Please. Everyone else is going to be dressed up!”

"I agreed to wear this dumb sweater. Even let you put these ridiculous ears-"

"Antlers," you correct her with a smile.

"Whatever. Don't act like I'm not dressing up for you," she grumbles.

She really has allowed you to push her boundaries. More and more over time, really. She clearly is trying hard to please you, and you realize you need to be more appreciative of all the adjustments she's made just for you.

"Okay. You're right," you relent with a deflated sigh. "Thank you," you add with a soft smile. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you press a chaste kiss to her cheek, leaving a bright red imprint against her rich, brown skin. That earns you a sweet, crooked grin from her as she turns to face you.

Sevika slips her hands under the back of your sweater, pulling you against her warm, hard body as she bends down to press her plush lips to yours.

You slide your hands up between your bodies, palms smoothing over muscled abs and curved breasts until they rest against her shoulders. Clinging to her, you return the kiss in earnest.

She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue tracing along your lips. When you eagerly part them, she wastes no time delving in.

Your mouth fills with a heady burst of flavor- fine cigars and whiskey. It's something that even after all the time you've spent with her, will always leave you with a heady sensation. A mix of feeling high as a kite, warm to the core, and undeniably aroused.

Realizing the two of you are going to be late to Silco's party- not to mention how badly you need the oxygen she's unknowingly denied you- you finally pull away. Both of you gaze at one another through hooded eyes, longing to keep taking that kiss wherever it was headed.

"We need to go," you whisper breathlessly. "We're gonna be late."

She stares down at you- your lipstick smeared lips- for a moment longer before finally relenting. "Alright. Gotta clean the mess you made first."

"Hey, you made a mess too, you know," you reply with a playful smile. When she raises an inquisitive brow, you in turn raise yours. Certainly she can catch onto your little innuendo without you needing to explain. And that she does.

Her now red stained lips curl into a knowing smirk. "If you weren't so insistent on being there on time , I'd offer to clean that up for you," she purrs while slipping her flesh hand beneath your skirt to tease over your noticeably damp underwear.

You try to step back, away from her wandering fingers, but the metal hand at your back holds you firmly in place. "Please don't tempt me," you whine.

Again, she chews over your request, but ceases her teasing while she does. Taking in the sight of your pleading eyes, she relents once more. She wipes her damp finger along the waistband of your underwear and steps away, all while keeping that damn sexy smirk in place.

The two of you enter the bathroom. You clean away your smudged lipstick and reapply a fresh coat, while she removes the marks you left on her cheek and mouth.

By the time you and Sevika arrive outside Silco's apartment, you can barely contain your excitement. The box of cookies the two of you had baked and decorated bounces in your hands as you rock back and forth on your heels. You've met a couple of Sevika's coworkers, but never her boss.

Sevika gives you the side eye before pressing the buzzer.

The door opens, revealing a fairly tall- though not as tall as Sevika- and lanky man. Silco. You'd heard his eyes were something to behold, and boy was that the truth. His left eye, set within a wave of scars, is a fiery iris set within a black abyss. His right eye- still healthy and untouched by the scarring, is a pleasant teal color, but it's just as unnerving in its cool, calculating demeanor.

"Ah, Sevika. How nice of you…" his drawl trails off for a moment when he takes notice of her reindeer antlers. "... How nice of you to join us." He sounds terribly unamused and you're not sure if that's just part of his personality or if he has some issue with Sevika. His good eye drops to your face. "And I see you've brought a… friend ."

Not so sure you like the way he called you her ‘friend’, you ignore the warning jabs of Sevika's metal fingers against your back. "Girlfriend, actually," you tell him matter-of-factly.

His unscarred brow raises and you can hear Sevika's frustrated sigh beside you. "I see," he replies without an ounce of care in his tone. "Please, come in." He steps back and off to the side to allow you both to enter.

Sevika strides in while you follow close behind her. You flash Silco a friendly smile as you hand him the box of cookies. "Cookies. For the potluck," you explain, still smiling.

His otherwise straight lined lips twitch, which you assume is his attempt to return the friendly gesture.

No wonder Sevika is his right hand. Just a couple of crabby, emotionally constipated-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Sevika bends down to hiss against your ear. "I thought you said everyone would be dressed up!"

Scanning the room, you observe the two of you are- in fact- the only ones wearing silly festive attire. Everyone else is dressed in nice, fancy holiday clothing. Shrugging your shoulders, you whisper out of the side of your mouth, "But we're the cutest ones here."

"You owe me for this," she threatens.

"Yes, yes. You can punish me later," you reply. Before she can get another word in, you catch sight of Ran and Dustin- the only two guests you know- and immediately gravitate towards them.

"Hi Ran," you say cheerfully when you come to stand beside them at one of the tables lined with food and drinks.

Ran, midst listening to Dustin ramble about Janna knows what, turns to you. Ignoring him entirely, their dark lips slip into a sly smile. “Hey, pretty girl,” they greet you, voice low and smooth.

From your periphery you see Sevika step up beside you, just in time to hear Ran’s subtle flirting, but she says nothing. You’ve noticed that over your time being Sevika’s girl, that her protectiveness over you seemed to allow Ran as the only exception. The two of them would usually cast subtle, knowing glances at one another. A silent agreement, perhaps. It was as if they had some sort of history. Something beyond just coworkers or friends.

You smile coyly at Ran and your cheeks blush at the compliment. Ran is undeniably attractive. Dark, quiet, mysterious and alluring. Not that you’d ever act on that attraction. At least not without Sevika’s permission.

Ran nods in greeting to Sevika, who in turn does the same. Then Ran’s dark eyes roam over Sevika’s sweater and up to her antlers, their smile growing in unabashed amusement. They turn back to you, taking note of the matching sweater.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Sevika bites out, tone low and threatening.

Still admiring your outfit, Ran leans towards you to whisper, “Cute.”

Sevika scoffs, clearly having heard the comment, and turns to observe the room in an effort to ignore you two.

“Thanks!” you reply, all smiles and proud of yourself.

Silco strolls up at your other side to place your box of cookies down on the table before turning to answer the door when the buzzer sounds again.

Dustin, who seems to have preoccupied himself with something in his nose- gross- immediately reaches for one of the cookies. Apparently Sevika’s sanitary standards are higher than her coworkers’. And wouldn’t you know it, the first thing Dustin does is drag his nasty ass tongue over the entire length of the gingerbread man in his hand, but not without first locking eyes with you. He smiles, sickly- perversely- and it makes you grimace and turn away to face Sevika. Apparently her eating etiquette is also better than her coworkers’.

“I’m thirsty,” you tell her, “Let’s get something to drink.” She says nothing, but follows you as you turn to make your way down to the other end of the table. You flash Ran one last smile over your shoulder and they return it with their own playful smirk and wave of their metal fingers.

“What the hell is this?” Sevika asks, her face scrunching in disgust as you start to ladle out two servings of eggnog.

You hand her a cup and grin as she sniffs it suspiciously. “It’s called eggnog. It’s a typical Holiday drink. You’ve seriously never had any?” Taking a sip, you watch as she takes her own, very cautious, sip. The grimace she makes as she immediately pulls it away from her mouth has you giggling out loud.

“This is disgusting,” she grunts and sets the cup on the table.

“It’s an acquired taste,” you explain.

Sevika says nothing, instead reaching into the pouch at her side to remove a fairly large flask.

“What are you doing?” you ask, though it’s pretty obvious she’s spiking her own drink.

“There’s no way I’m making it through tonight without this,” she grumbles as she pours a rather hefty amount into her cup. “Want some?” she asks.

Honestly, you could use a drink yourself seeing as you’ll likely be subject to rather unsanitary acts most of the night. “Sure,” you reply and hold your cup out. You notice she only gives you about half as much as she poured herself. And it’s a good thing too, because as you take a drink, you nearly sputter at how strong it is. “Damn, what is this?”

“Rum. Top shelf,” she replies, lips curling up into a smirk at your inability to handle anything remotely strong. She takes a considerable gulp, her shoulders slumping almost immediately. Perhaps there’s still hope for her to enjoy herself tonight.

You spend most of the night hanging around Sevika in companionable silence. You had made several attempts to chat with Ran- or rather at Ran- as they mostly just listened. Unfortunately, Dustin was entirely too weird and gross for your liking, so those conversations were quite brief.

Sevika made zero attempt to talk with anyone besides an occasional short, private conversation with Silco. Probably talking shop. She did, however, let you go on an occasional rant to her about something. She would just watch you with that tiny smirk on her face, apparently amused by how passionate you got about some subjects. Unbeknownst to you, those rants became more and more nonsensical and long winded the more spiked eggnog you drank. Of course she remained cool, calm and unaffected despite drinking far more than you, at least if strictly referencing alcohol content. You had certainly drunk more than your fair share of eggnog.

“I need to use the restroom,” you whisper to Sevika when that feeling hits you without warning.

She merely grunts from where she leans against the wall, but her eyes remain protectively on you as you walk away.

After finishing your business and checking on your appearance, you step out of the bathroom a bit disoriented. Yeah, you definitely had a bit too much to drink. You glance through the crowd of people for Sevika. Considering how damn massive she is, it really shouldn’t be that hard to find her, but she’s not where you last left her. Sighing, you make your way through the mass of people as discreetly as you can until you see Sevika leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the room- basically as far away from people as possible.

As you step up to her, she’s just finishing a glass of eggnog, your glass you note by how she is holding an empty glass in her other hand.

“Thankss for holding my drink,” you state sarcastically, not realizing the slight slur your voice has taken on.

“Fucking need more than this to make it through this shit fest,” she grumbles, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her eyes flit to your flush face and silly, lopsided smile. “Looks like you’ve had enough anyway, sweetheart.”

Taking both empty glasses from her, you set them on a small table along the wall. Glancing up at her grumpy expression, you can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks with her face all scrunched up and pouty. Like a huge, gorgeous, petulant child… with an undersized sweater and reindeer antlers.

“It’s not that bad. I mean nobody is really bothering us and there’s plenty of alcohol,” you point out, this time concentrating on your speech and keeping that slur at bay. Or at least you think.

Her narrowed eyes flit to your face before dropping to her sweater.

“It is that bad. This hideous fucking sweater is hot and itchy as hell,” she gripes, scratching at her neck with her metal fingers. Your eyes travel over how snug the wool sweater fits to her sculpted body. Even with such a gaudy, ugly sweater that is clearly at least two sizes too small for her, she looks hot as hell. Her bulging bicep stretches the fabric so tight you can see traces of her beautiful dark skin poking through. And it’s no coincidence that it’s as short as it is, revealing that tantalizing strip of skin. You bought that sweater knowing damn well how it would look on her, and you regret nothing.

“You’re so cute in it though!!” you coo, giving her bicep a playful little poke. Something catches your eye just above her head and you tilt your head back to glance up.

“I told you; do NOT call me cu-”

“Sevika! Look!” you exclaim, cutting her off when you realize there are several sprigs of mistletoe just above your heads. “Mistletoe!”

Sevika glances up to the ceiling, grimacing at the plant before dropping her attention back to your beaming face. “So what?”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you can’t possibly believe she doesn’t know the significance. “Do you not know what that means?” you ask incredulously. Taking her less than amused expression as a no, you explain, “You have to kiss me. It’s bad luck to be caught under the mistletoe and refuse a kiss.” You smile up at her coyly, taking a step closer while she simply raises a brow.

“That’s complete bullshit.”

“Oh c’mon Sev,” you reply playfully, not about to let her get out of this. Slipping the palms of your hands up over her chest and shoulders, you stand up on your toes to bring your face closer to hers. “You’re not going to deny me a kiss are you?” Her eyes drop to your red painted lips as you slowly drag your tongue across them. Watching her scowl devolve into an amused little smirk, you step even closer, pressing one of your legs between her thighs and intentionally rubbing against her. That does the trick.

Sevika’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as she dips her head, cocking it to the side and capturing your lips with her own. The kiss starts innocently enough. It’s soft, gentle, sweet, simply pressing her lips to yours. However, as you grind against her, that quickly changes. She releases a low, rumbly sound akin to that of a growl. She catches your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. When your mouth falls open to release a soft groan, she immediately takes the opportunity to release your lip and slip her tongue inside. Her teeth clack against yours with how fervently she kisses you.

Your hands slip into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging hard as you try to match her fervor. The growl she releases against your mouth becomes a moan when you press your thigh against just the right spot between her legs.

She breaks the kiss and both of you are left panting. “Bathroom,” she grunts, digging her nails into your waist to drive home just how serious she is.

“Pantry,” you reply through heavy breaths.

Sevika arches a brow as your hands slide down to her pants. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops, you tug her along as you step backwards.

“Nobody will go in there,” you explain as you back into the small door adjacent to the kitchen. Her lips curl into a smirk, one hand leaving your waist to turn the door handle so the two of you can slip inside. She flips on the light switch. A dingy, low yellow light floods the rather small pantry. She kicks the door shut behind her before returning her hand to your waist.

The roles suddenly reverse and you’re no longer pulling her along. Instead, she’s quickly pushing you backwards as she captures your mouth again in another heated kiss.

Your backside slams into a series of shelves along the back wall, knocking over several cans that subsequently roll off and crash to the floor. Neither of you are bothered by it. You’re both too preoccupied with trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats.

Her hands run wildly over your body, trying to touch every inch of skin she can reach. One hand slips up behind your head to grab a fistful of hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. She runs her mouth along your jaw, sucking, biting and marking your skin all the way down and over your neck.

Uncaring that someone could- at any moment- walk by and easily hear, you release a loud moan when she presses her thigh between yours. Your hands slip into her hair and pull her head closer as she ravishes your skin.

Her other hand snakes under the front of your sweater to grab a handful of one of your breasts. She pinches and rolls your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, pulling a gasp from your open mouth.

You’re feeling delightfully high with arousal, and the alcohol thrumming through your bloodstream is only serving to heighten it. Unfortunately it also seems to be raising the temperature in the room, as you both start to squirm in your wool sweaters.

“This fucking sweater,” Sevika curses under her breath and pulls away from you to rip said sweater off before discarding it somewhere over her shoulder. Her antlers are knocked off in the process, but neither of you take notice. “Get this off,” she grunts and grabs at the hem of your sweater. She hardly gives you a moment to push off the shelves before she’s practically tearing it off your body and tossing it to the side. Your Santa hat suffers the same fate as her antlers.

With both of you free of the uncomfortable clothing, neither of you waste any time getting your hands back on each other. You slide your hands up her toned abs, reveling in how they tighten beneath your touch. Traveling higher, you take each of her warm, heavy breasts into your hands and squeeze.

She doesn’t give you long to play with them though, as she quickly pulls one of the cups of your bra down and grabs your breast. Bending down, she wraps her lips around the supple flesh and sucks, leaving a trail of love bites. Her metal hand wraps around the other breast to knead it between her fingers.

You can feel her teeth graze down the curve of your breast before clamping down on the hardened peak. “Sevika!” you squeal and your hands grasp at her hair again. The deep, throaty chuckle she releases against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You pull her face closer as her wet tongue circles your areola before flicking your nipple, withdrawing another startled sound from your throat.

When she finally moves her mouth from your breast in favor of nibbling on one of your earlobes, you’re too distracted to notice the hand slipping beneath your skirt.

“I’m going to fuck you real good, babygirl. Think you can be quiet for me?” she rasps against your ear.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your body shudders. “I- oh- shit,” you moan out when you feel the fingers of her flesh hand drift up along the insides of your thighs.

“That’s not an answer,” she teases, her fingers stopping just below the apex of your thighs.

“Sev- please,” you whine, desperate for her touch. Even with your sweater discarded, the room feels unbearably hot and it’s only getting worse the more excited she gets you. “I- I’ll try. Just- please touch me,” you beg.

“That’s my good girl.”

If that praise wasn’t enough to makes your knees weak, her fingers sliding against your clothed heart sure as fuck was. The moan that slips past your parted lips is muffled when her mouth captures yours once again.

Sevika wastes no time slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. She drags her middle finger between your wet folds, just barely pressing inside. Both of you groan in unison. You from the pleasure of finally feeling her where you need her, and she from the feeling of how wet you are for her. Slowly, almost tauntingly so, she slips her finger inside. She breaks the kiss, allowing you to release a shaky moan. Her finger bottoms out, buried to the last knuckle, and your legs ache with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Sevika,” you groan when you feel her slowly pull back out, only to add a second digit. You peer up at her through half-hooded eyes and Janna, she is a sight to behold. Pupils wide and filled with lust- with hunger. Both fingers- so thick and long- sink deep inside you, and it’s downright heavenly how perfectly they fit. And it would seem she’s thinking the same thing…

“Fuck, baby-” she groans, “I’ll never get used to how good your pussy feels wrapped around my fingers. So warm. Wet. Tight .”

God, can she possibly be any sexier?

“How do you want me to fuck you?” she purrs. “Fast and hard, or soft and slow?” Before your lust-clouded brain can even process the question, she’s curling her fingers and dragging them back out at a slow pace that is both agonizing and satisfying at the same time. As if that wasn’t enough to drive you mad with want, she runs the tip of her tongue over your upper lip at the same speed.

Your eyes flutter shut and you attempt to chase after her tongue- to steal a kiss. But, not only does she pull away, she releases a deep, mocking chuckle when you whine her name in protest. You open your glazed over eyes and peer up at her… insidious smile.

Apparently yes- yes she can be sexier.

Feeling completely overwhelmed with desire, you’re certain you couldn’t handle soft and slow. You watch her raise a brow, evil little smirk never faltering. “Fast- and hard. Please,” you breathe.

That must satiate her ego. She immediately reaches prosthetic hand down to grasp one of your thighs, lifting it up and out of the way as her human fingers plunge knuckle deep.

The motion knocks the air from your lungs, leaving your resulting moan as nothing more than an airy gasp- near silent. Your hands scramble to find purchase on something, anything, as she starts thrusting wildly inside your cunt. One hand wraps tightly around her bicep, the other clutches the metal plate that covers the shoulder joint of her prosthetic.

Both of you quickly find yourself breathing raggedly. She grunts and huffs with each powerful thrust of her fingers, and you can feel the flex of her bicep beneath your hand. Despite your effort to bite back your own sounds, the moment she uses the palm of her hand to rub against your clit, all hope of remaining quiet is lost. A mixture of broken moans, whimpers and her name seep from between your parted lips.

Feeling that familiar ache starting to form, you cling desperately to Sevika’s bicep, nails digging into her skin and threatening to break through. “Sevika,” you whimper, “I’m so close.” You’re not even sure she hears you over the sound of the shelves and their contents rattling behind you as her fingers rock your body with each pleasurable drive of her fingers.

Then, suddenly- and without warning- she pulls her palm away from your throbbing clit. Your eyes shoot up to hers, wild and desperate. “Sevika! Please don’t stop!” you cry out. Barely able to stand on the one leg you have planted on the floor, you use what little strength remains to attempt to grind into her hand. The deep, threatening growl that leaves her throat has you frozen though. She’s smiling down at you, with a sick, teasing grin.

“I’m not sure you deserve to cum, babygirl. Not after you put me in that stupid ass sweater and antlers. Lied and told me everyone else would be dressed that way,” she grunts.

Her fingers continue to thrust inside you, but it’s not enough. You need that friction.

“Sevika, please!” you beg her again. You can feel the familiar prickly sensation at the corners of your eyes when they start to water. You want- need - your release so bad. “I- I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice breaking as you struggle not to sob.

The moment Sevika catches that break in your voice- the single tear that slips down your cheek- her demeanor changes instantly. That evil smirk of hers devolves into worry. She brings her head beside yours and her mouth to your ear as she shushes you. “Shh. Babygirl, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” She pulls her head back again to gaze softly down at your face. Using her knee to keep your leg propped up and out of the way, she removes her metal hand to gently swipe away the tear from your cheek with the smooth back of a finger. Her lips press softly against yours as she brings the palm of her hand back to glide against your aching clit.

You’re not sure if it’s the return of that pleasurable stimulation, or the incredible tenderness Sevika is showing you, or maybe even both, but your climax strikes like lightning. It shocks every nerve- every muscle. You pull away from her mouth to gasp while she fucks you through your orgasm with determination. Time slows and stills for that brief, pleasurable moment and all you can do is cling onto her as if your life depends on it. As the last wave rocks your body, you can feel her fingers slow from a brutal pace to something more steady, gentle. Then, your body finally falls limp between her and the shelves behind you.

Sevika’s fingers still inside you and she rests her sweat slick forehead against yours. She gazes down at you with a proud little smirk as both of you struggle to catch your breath. Her chest heaves in unison with your own. Moving her knee away from your leg, she allows you to stand on both feet. However, when your knees buckle she quickly wraps her prosthetic arm around your waist to keep you upright. She chuckles deeply and runs her nose along the side of yours affectionately before peppering your cheek and neck with chaste kisses.

The door behind Sevika suddenly swings open. You’re too fucked out to even process the situation, but Sevika isn’t. She slowly turns to glance over her shoulder, fingers still knuckle deep in your cunt.

Silco stands frozen in the doorway. His good eye widens, for just a brief moment, taking in the sight before him. Sevika- his right hand woman- stands with her back to him. She’s shirtless, sweaty and covered in lipstick stains. You- his subordinate’s girlfriend - are pinned against the rows of shelves in his pantry. You too are shirtless and sweaty, but also staring blankly with eyes glazed over and mouth hanging slack. His face quickly returns to its normal I could care less expression and he turns his attention to Sevika. “Sevika, if you would be so kind as to hand me the nutmeg… seeing as you are currently blocking it,” he drawls.

Without a word, Sevika carefully removes her prosthetic from around your waist, pressing her body against yours to keep you from collapsing. Reaching up to a nearby shelf, she grabs the spice and hands it to Silco. He nods to her and turns to leave, but before he’s all the way through the doorway, he turns his head to say over his shoulder, “Glad to see you two are enjoying the… festivities .”

Once the door closes again, Sevika turns to you with a smirk. You’re just barely starting to come to, still not quite processing what just occurred. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asks quietly.

Define ‘alright’.

She definitely fucked away your tipsy feeling, but she left a new sort of high in it’s place. You nod, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent words. The moment she drags her fingers out from your overly sensitive cunt, you seem to find your voice again. “Careful!” you chastise her.

Sevika simply grins down at you as she wipes her slick coated fingers off against the inside of your thigh. “Think you can walk?” she asks, making no effort to hide the mirth in her tone.

“I-” your voice cracks, so you pause to clear your throat. “I’m not sure I can even stand,” you admit. That earns you a bigger- still haughty- smile from Sevika, and although it takes a tremendous amount of effort, you smile up at her too.

“Need me to carry you home?”

“Would you really do that?” you ask doubtfully.

“I wore a fucking ugly sweater and antlers for you. To a stupid party. What do you think?” She’s being snarky, but there’s not even the slightest hint of malice in her tone.

“Are you mad at me for that?” you ask, feeling somewhat guilty. You peer up at her through your lashes, trying to read her expression. It softens, and as she dips her head to bring her lips to yours, you know that’s her way of telling you ‘no’. You wrap your arms around her neck and return the tender kiss. If your bones didn’t already feel like liquid, you would have certainly melted against her.

You release a pleased sigh when she breaks the kiss. She rests her forehead on yours again and the two of you simply gaze at one another like idiots in love for several moments before Sevika finally speaks.

“You ready to go home?” she asks.

“For round two?” you reply with a sly smile.

Her dark lips curl into a suggestive smirk. “And three.”

next chapter >

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 4 months

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i just finished live action avatar the last airbender. buckle up. obv spoilers incoming.

honestly just gonna list the good and the bad and give a number rating at the end. this will be long. also THIS IS JUST MY OPINION!!!! nothing i say is right or wrong. dont hurt me.

the good

sokka (ik this is controversial bc of his actor okokokok im js purely from a performance standpoint he ate)

zuko (absolutely devoured)

fight scenes!!!! obv not as good as the animated (we knew this) but i still enjoyed

zhao!!!!!! do not sleep on him he killed this!!

KIYOSHI!!! ARE U KIDDINGGG

overall loved the focus on avatars other than roku

suki/suki and sokka

attack on the air nomads… ik it was unnecessary and a little hard to watch but still was v interesting

azulaaaaa and the fact that we see her this season. LOVE this addition. also the way they added her was veryyyyy well done. didnt feel forced.

bumi/how they handled the bumi arc in general. some parts i actually like better than the og. like how aang knew he was bumi right away. makes way more sense to me.

sokka and katara has some very sweet and genuine moments

aang and gyatso reunion awwww

omg. the “twist” with the 41st division that zuko accidentally saved becoming his crew. the bestttttt change that they made. i loved this. something so small but felt SO impactful.

yue/sokka and yue. this is a BIG one bc i think the original show really lacks with how they wrote yue and especially her relationship with sokka. i think it was a lot better here.

when zhao admits at the end he was working w azula and that ozai was just using zuko to motivate azula. omg. that was such a cool thing they added

and now. the bad.

aang. JDHSKSJDJ SORRYYYY dont care! he got better as the show went on. overall acting wasnt great and the writing for him definitely did not help

katara OOPSIES HEHEHE sorry but again same thing. kind of a dull performance. where is her PASSION?!?! wanted to like her so bad bc katara is my girl and this girl was giving katara on paper but the performance was just kinda bleh. didnt hate but DEFINITELY did not love.

costumes. dying on this hill i do not care. it was giving spirit of halloween. and some of these wigs…. yue’s wig? azula’s fuck ass pieces hanging out? HOW MAI AND TY LEE LOOKED IN GENERAL?! ouch

^in general mai and ty lee did not need to be here at ALLLLL. def shouldve waited till s2 for their appearances.

where is the silliness? where is the humor? hardly tried to embody the fun spirit of the original and when it did it failed miserably.

gran gran saying the thing. that’s katara’s thing.

too much exposition dumping.

first ep was by far the worst imo. how sokka and katara came across/met aang? WOW what a let down holy shit.

they should’ve kept it as aang running away from the southern air temple. not that he went for a late night drive with appa. dont care that this is a small thing. it is a HUGE part of aang’s character.

idk how to word this one and i think ppl would disagree anyways. but they are making iroh too obviously “good”. ykw i mean? when we first meet him, we know he’s not like the rest of the fire nation but we still don’t truly know where his morals lie. this show made it too obvious too soon.

why did katara never train w pakku?? that makes 0 sense. i understand she was mostly self taught throughout s1. but the whole thing was that: yes, katara was good before pakku, but when she finally did get a master, she became EXPONENTIALLY better and really came into her own. i am not buying that she becomes the master katara we know and love without learning from pakku. so unrealistic. when zuko says “u found a master” and she said “yes ur looking at her”. oh girlboss feminism u are going to HELL!

would like to take a moment to say^^^ i am a feminist ok. do nottttt get it twisted. but girlboss feminism is brainrot.

aang. did not bend. a single drop of water. are u fucking KIDDING ME? that was nuts.

really felt like if u did not watch the original series, this show would feel SO all over the place and u would have so many “wtf is happening” moments. the whole omashu shit was kind offfffff a mess. i see where they were going and why they were doing that but in hindsight after the fact i was like… if i knew nothing ab this show that would have been the most confusing clusterfuck.

and i think my biggest/most general complaint that i already talked about that i will briefly touch on: trying to do too much. why are we putting in characters and plot points that do not come till seasons 2-3 and are completely unnecessary now (secret tunnel, wan shi tong, swamp-kinda episode, etc.)

final thoughts?

it was enjoyable. i cannot deny that. landscapes were gorgeous. fights were well choreographed and looked GOOD. some changes were genuinely made for the better, and even changes that i do not necessarily think were better, i could respect the creativity of some changes and understood why they were there. but overall, as most live action remakes go, this was a flat portrayal of one of the greatest pieces of fiction of all time that suffered from some overly ambitious ideas and dull writing with little to no sense of whimsy. while some performances exceeded expectations, others that were crucial to the integrity of this show really disappointed me.

overall: 6.6/10. this number is completely subject to change.

#personal #atla #avatar the last airbender #live action atla #atla live action #live action avatar #live action avatar the last airbender #avatar live action #avatar the last airbender live action

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b0nelessdoodles · 4 months

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Art Summary 2023

shoutout to the one month were i drew fanart and then everything else was just dnd content again lmao (also shoutout to me being late to posting this haaaaa)

2023 wasn't the best year for me personally. between money problems and job searching, health issues, mental health issues, unintentional discomfort at my new job, and the overall issues of the world it just hasn't been great and I felt it heavily in my creativity. I never really had any creative highs this year outside of artfight (and even then i felt like i didn't do well) which only fed into some of the issues I was having.

But looking back I am really happy with most of what I made! Sure I didn't draw much but hey I think I popped off when I did!

So here is to 2024! Already off to a good start in the art department and even if I slow down at least I've had fun so far!

(i was gonna put me gushing about things in tags but its a lot so i'm doing a read more this post is already so damn long lmao i'm sorry)

okay i'm here to gush about two pieces at a time and their contents cause then make me happy to look at so lets get started on that with march and september 'cause hey! look at the relationship development of my little goblin guy!

march was when kk (tic's best friend and now boyfriend) first appeared to the rest of the party outside of just tic talking about him. literally the entire party could see that kk was in love with tic and was just like "oh buddy sorry about that" 'cause tic was a dumbass and romance was just never something he thought about until meeting the party. then we flash forward to september where the two confessed to each other after what really felt like the end of tic's story arc. at least it felt that way to me 'cause he reached his goal of killing groll and becoming the king of goblins but i know he still has shit to do I'M LOOKING AT YOU TRAVELLER AND RIP! but yeah that was the whole reason he left and it was done. he did it! but it almost cost him kk and the two ended up having a really important talk about it. kk chewed tic out and spilled his guts and i still think about it a lot holy shit it was so good omfg but it was in that moment that it clicked for tic. that if he had actually lost kk he had no idea what he would do, that he felt like his whole life would fall apart without him. and just man it was good wholesome content. congrats to the goblins for being the first canon relationship! (even tho they were not the first confession that one goes to rhami!)

now that that block of the text is out of the way we get to more depressing ones, those being january and october with my guy, dr. cecil wilfree.

its just.... man. what do i even say about him. january was probably the last moment before his life went into a full downward spiral, eventually leading into his demise. that piece isn't even anything major but rather something like a reminder going "hey, remember when wilfree had two normal eyes? good times!" and just man (-insert that image of a horse standing on the beach-) compare that to where he's at in october and knowing what happened in those 10 months? january he still had trust and hope, he believed that he was going to get back home and help river out with his plague, maybe even get aster home if she'd let them, maybe find a way to cure himself and help casey. but by the end there was no hope and he found out that he had been used, was nothing more than a tool for someone who he trusted, despite knowing that he really shouldn't have. river was dead and it was his fault (at least in his mind it was), he had failed to protect aster and traumatized both her and willow, and he could do nothing to save an entire population from being wiped off the face of the map. and he caved under the guilt. he gave up. its sad to see him alive and pissy in january and then look at december and see a shell of the same man, no more thoughts in that head as his mind got disconnected from his body and self.

and then for extra sads we've got december which was his birth month, so i drew something from a time before the campaign. back when he was alive and well, no soul curse and unknowing of the horrors yet to come, and receiving a gift from someone whose life he could soon destroy due to his own hubris.

anyway! pay no mind to may! i didn't draw a damn thing that whole month!

#art summary #art summary 2023 #i was trying not to go off in the main comment but i did anyway oops #the read more is actually just what i was going to put into tags but yeah no i wasn't gonna do that #it would be way too damn long!#if you do read it all and then still read my tags afterwards thank you!#i have a lot of words to say all the time i'm so sorry

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 1 year

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i have finally found the time to watch through the entirety of a court of fey and flowers and it has left me clawing the walls

a few thoughts, here and below the cut:

aabria is honestly one of my favorite gms to watch work. like, literally watch, i am 95% podcasts for my actual play media, but the visual elements of her games (esp. her npc facial expressions & acting choices) are so compelling. every damn time wuvvy looked at rue i died.

never not gonna be impressed with how smoothly this team integrated dnd combat & magic & skill checks with the good society framework to make a compelling, weighty, primarily social game. the unique tokens! (the significance to burning them!) the many pvp insight/deception checks over sighs and glances!!

brennan being an eternal gm is a crime, hob is The Most Character

like, picture me taking that character art of hob, printing it out, folding it up, and eating it. love him.

he’s a self-loathing emotionally obtuse plothound who claims to be bad with words but gives The Most Austen-style heart-wrenchingly vulnerable speeches. who else is doing it like him.

(seriously, if you’ve got regency media recs with hob-alike MCs I Want Them)

i am imagining some bonkers child creation magic — like, cabbage patch If You Want One It Will Grow stuff, genetics and gametes need not be involved stuff — that gives hob and rue an enormous passel of kids to love on and Treat Right, including at least one Owl With Bug Wings and two or three Literal Bears.

also picturing atla level confusion when the first one of those bears comes along. “just a bear?” “not a bugbear, not an owlbear, not a bugowlbear. just a bear.” “…this kid is weird.” “yeah, but we’re gonna love them like mad anyway right?” “oh yeah, of course, i’m just saying!”

deeply shocked andhera was able to sit through that detect thoughts at the tailor shop scene without blurting out SOMETHING, given his tendencies towards blurting out everything in other moments.

but like. imagine.

hob: the k stands for knickolas!!

rue: i love him.

andhera: oh shit, for real?! you love him for real??

disastrous. andhera fails to keep his mouth shut, four wounded two dead. (rip buddy, you were a real one)

otoh. now i’m imagining a fun little trivia game at rue’s nearlywed shower with questions like “where did they meet” and “who asked whom” that give them an excuse to retell all of these cute stories about their relationship, and one question is “when did rue first realize they loved hob?”

the answer is supposed to be after they danced all night at the masquerade, because rue thinks it’s fine to lie a little for the Romance of it all, but andhera’s like “oh, i remember that! it was when hob told them what the k in k.p. stands for!”

and he’s very :D satisfied with himself for winning his team a point! not noticing rue and hob’s very complex face journeys as they silently have a Conversation about this.

most shocking moment for me, a person who saw a fair number of acofaf gifs on my dash last fall: chirp marriage & child reveal, no question. the cast around her reacting is also very good, but the twist in itself was honestly so unexpected! and it works fantastically to give the lords of the wing motivation to join the larger plot on Our Heroes’ Side, i thought that was very smartly done.

and last but not least, a fun fact!

I did not realize this until the ap episode where omar confirmed ace andhera, but my first dnd character was basically a mash-up of andhera and rue.

like. they were an ace paladin poorly faking charm and coolness, using a normative appearance (“imagine a combination of chris hemsworth and chris evans”) as a facade a scared, nonnormative creature hid behind— unfortunately my BINX-alike PC friend died early in the campaign, and the plot took priority over character exploration. but still: same hat!

also: me now, looking back at that character: [miranda cosgrove ‘interesting’ meme with the nonbinary flag superimposed]

#a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 #brb off to sort the hob/rue tag by kudos and then by bookmarks and then by word count #i want a thousand different canon divergence alternate love confessions…#mundane and/or human AUs where the Duty vs Love tensions are shifted a little but still MATTER #BINX found family-ing every damn person she likes even a little into a room of their own in her house…#pls send fic recs #and asks! send me your thoughts!! if anyone is still out there thinking acofaf thoughts this many months after that season ended #i realize i am Late to the Game but that’s just how i am with stuff #dropout

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ladynightlark · 1 year

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Hii I just finished reading your fic and let me tell you it was fantastic!! I read it expecting another fun swap au, which it was, but damn the amount of feels in this fic hurts...

I also wanted to encourage you to take all the time you need with the fic!! I’ll be delighted to be able to read it whenever it comes out so please dont put pressure on yourself to finish it…It gives me more time to make completely wrong theories abt it anyway lol.

Speaking of theories I’ve already spent an embarrassing amount of time on the demon slayer wiki trying to find the identity of the muscular girl to no avail :(

Hmm despite that I have another theory I don't think anyones mentioned yet…is the flute player in the infinity fortress Himejima?? I know this sounds ludicrous but he’s the only guy I can think of besides Yorichi who is associated with a flute. I also remember another commenter pointing out the smell of Wisteria in the infinity fortress…Shinobu is that you?? I’m pretty sure the flower pillar isn’t Kanae in this au so maybe the butterfly girls are all demons now…oh god demon Shinobu and Himejima what terrifying concepts…Don’t worry I don’t expect you to confirm anything now I just really enjoy overthinking things haha

On a side note I really loved reading abt your thoughts on Genya!! (I’m the Genya anon lol) I agree he’s such a unique character and his abilities are very cool!

…Out of curiosity tho what do you think of Genya and Sanemi’s relationship?? I recently reread the manga and it brought me nothing but pain so I’d love to hear your thoughts on them!

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the fic (and apologies for the heartbreaking moments). I appreciate your patience with the wait, I definitely needed the break and I’m really excited about writing the next parts, especially once mission start taking place!

I know a lot of people have been asking and trying to figure out who muscular girl is, but I’m gonna stay quiet on this until she comes back later. I will say, I may or may not have to tweak a few things about her design to fit the wiki better because…well…she’s appeared in the anime and I got a small detail about her wrong (that I’m fixing soon, no worries!).

Ooh, and same goes for your theories! You have SOME ideas correct, and though we won’t be seeing the Upper Moons in this AU again until MUCH later, the subtle hints are there.

To give a hint as to who certain characters may be and who could be involved in the future (especially the demons), I will say all KNY spin-offs, short stories/light novels, and gaiden books are fair game.

Thank you, I’m glad you liked my little rant about Genya! He’s honestly one of my favorite characters and I could go on and on about him. And that love has certainly been reignited by Season 3, so don’t be surprised if you see that Genya has a bigger role in the AU too!

(Major Manga Spoilers Ahead)

As for his relationship with Sanemi, I think it has to be one of the most heartbreaking storylines of the entire series.

I’ll be honest, at first during my initial read-through of the series, I didn’t really like Sanemi. I’m typically not a fan of characters that bully others and are needlessly cruel, especially when they know it’s wrong and acknowledge that it hurts others and do nothing to change.

It especially frustrated me because I’m pretty close with my siblings, and doing something like that (even for good intentions) just rubbed me the wrong way.

It wasn’t until I read somewhere that in a way, Sanemi was meant to parallel Tanjiro’s story/tragedy that I finally started to understand and appreciate the complexity of his character more.

The fact that both the Kamados and Shinazugawas came from big families (which were killed by a demon), had a loved one turned who the older brother fought, and had said older sibling join the Corps to protect their only remaining younger sibling will never fail to blow my mind. That is high-tier storytelling that I will never get over.

It took a few rereadings of the manga (specifically on Sanemi’s backstory) and watching Genya’s POV on their backstory recently for Season 3 (along with the extra scenes that absolutely crushed me) that I began to understand both the Shinazugawa brothers better.

Deep down, both brothers wanted to mend their relationship with each other, but Sanemi had lost so many good people in his life even after he left home, and rationalized that they needed to be kept at arms length so he could protect them.

He was a marechi, and naturally drew demons to him. Sanemi was fully prepared to embrace that life and what fighting them would entail, but that meant keeping loved ones away so they wouldn’t get tangled in with what he had to do.

Again, I’m not the biggest fan of Sanemi, but I have a lot of respect for the development and symbolism his character is meant to represent. Even if he went about it the wrong way, I can see why he acted the way he did and respect the lengths he would go to to protect Genya when the chips were down in the Infonity Castle Arc. He and Genya truly capture the tragic siblings trope KNY loves to use, and their story will forever be one of my biggest takeaways from the series.

Sanemi perfectly embodies the “you don’t realize what you had until you’ve lost it” quote, and the fact that he’s one of the last survivors of the demon war says a lot.

I will say, I DEFINITELY have plans on how I want to tackle their relationship (and how it may change due to changed events) in my AU, so be on the lookout for that as well!

Thank you so much for asking! Let me know if you’d like me to go a little more in-depth on anything or if you would like me to talk about any more characters, storylines, or headcanons/theories!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #ask #ask me questions #children of fuchsia light and demon fire #demon slayer fanfic #kny rants #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa

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darkestprompts · 2 years

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Everyone's relantionship to the runaway?

(Continuing off this post)

Strap in, this is gonna be long.

Like I hinted at in the last post, I feel like Junia would have the closest and most complex relationship with Bonnie. They would bond over similar experiences, but while Junia internalized the teachings of the Sisters, Bonnie actively fought them. This would lead them to have straight-laced older sister vs rebellious little sister kind of fights as Junia tries to save whatever is left of Bonnie's faith.

Ultimately, I think having someone who lived the same life as her challenging her beliefs could help Junia get over her religious shame, and having someone who is kind and righteous but still wasn't considered good enough for the Vestals would let Bonnie know that she wasn't some rotten, bad kid.

Damian tends to be more pushy with the religious stuff and amenable to the idea that pain is good for you, but at the same time he’s very conflicted. He *chose* his burden, happily in fact, and he was an adult. The whole situation with Bonnie feels wrong and bad. He wants to help but isn’t sure how. It gets a lot better if he manages to talk to Junia, or someone more cool-headed in general, about it.

Bonnie is like a bundle of trauma triggers for Reynauld: an abandoned child, victim of religious abuse that would rather try her luck in the withered Hamlet than stay with under the Church’s gaze. He’s simultaneously distant and very protective of her. Bonnie figures knights are just all constipated like that.

Dismas doesn’t like the idea of a kid getting so close to their dangerous job, for obvious reasons. He actually complains to the Heir about it. When she doesn’t go away, he gets the habit of lecturing her about being a reckless little shit and dragging her out of trouble by the ear, if necessary. At first Bonnie thinks Dismas is mean and doesn’t like her, but eventually she figures out he’s just worried. Later on, their interactions go something like: “Go off, then, brat.” “Fuck you, asshole.” “Take care of yourself.” “You too.”

Barristan didn’t grow up in a super religious household so he’s shocked to see a little girl carry such grievous scars from physical punishment. He got a rigid education, sure, but he can’t imagine his sisters or cousins getting brutalized like that. So he decides this kid is getting her dose of pampering and fun from Uncle Barristan. He may grumble and pose when Junia says he spoils her, but he’ll wink when she turns around and Bonnie knows he’ll let her get away with anything.

Audrey encourages every bad behavior on the girl, at least according to Junia. Good girls don’t get what they want. You got to look out for yourself. And for the love of the Flame, girl, don’t get married young or get a habit of pre-drinking.

Boudica sees a lot of her younger self in Bonnie and treats her like a little warrior in the making, but still tries to instill in her the wisdom she failed to listen to in the past. Bonnie thinks Boudica is the epitome of cool and her pagan beliefs hold a lot of appeal for an ex-convent kid.

Missandei also feels a kinship to this orphan girl with a horrible past. Her way to show care is to teach her practical skills: how to wrap a wound, how to orient yourself on the battlefield, what kind of people not to trust, how to keep your equipment in top shape. Bonnie is grateful for the training, especially later in life when she starts to fight for herself.

William is the uncle with the cool dog. He’ll get on her case about getting into trouble but still be nice at the end of the day, which... shocks her?? Seeing him go “I’m not angry, just disappointed” is actually worse than taking a hit from the Mother Superior??? A moral authority that isn’t abusive and needlessly violent, what the heck is this???? And again: cool dog.

Baldwin is a bit worried that his appearance will scare the kid, but upon realizing the big tough guy is not mean at all, Bonnie would tell him that Mother Superior was much scarier (and uglier) than him and that would be that. He would read for her and try to teach her some letters. Although she’s not great at concentrating on lessons, he’s still much more successful than the vestal sisters.

Paracelsus didn’t pay too much attention to the kid, until she saw her messing around with her very dangerous, very combustible materials. And so Bonnie was forced into a Chemistry and Lab Safety 101 course that incidentally taught her how to make her first molotov cocktail.

Bonnie finds Amani intimidating at first: she’s all pretty and mysterious and tough (first baby gay crush ahoy)! Amani is very gentle to her, though, recognizing this child is a survivor just like her. She makes an effort to draw her attention away from the constant battles and disasters at the Hamlet. A kid shouldn’t worry constantly about her safety and where her next meal will come from. She tries to get her interested in music and dance, and even gets her a cute little doll from the Nomad Wagon.

Tardif thinks everybody is crazy to keep this kid around like a team mascot and tries not to get involved. Somehow he’s the one to bring up that, you know, this kid likes to set things on fire a little too much?? (Para insists that an interest in chemistry is good and healthy)

Bonnie used to be very scared of Alhazred. Running away doesn’t erase all the indoctrination about the dangers of occult magic and Alhazred has a literal monster inside him. With time, fear becomes curiosity. By the time she’s a teenager, she starts asking him questions. Alhazred is always happy to have a captive audience, especially if one is endlessly impressed by the things he’s seen and what he’s able to do.

Bigby hid away from Bonnie for the longest time, afraid he might do her harm or frighten her. The first time they really interact, Bigby has to transform to defend his friends (perhaps during Vvulf’s raid?) and Bonnie quickly realizes the beast doesn’t turn against the Hamlet’s inhabitants. She feels bad about him being so lonely and makes an effort to be nice to him afterwards.

Josephine didn’t worry about the kid until she kept finding her rummaging through her things. Bonnie gets a very stern talk about asking before touching and all the terrible things that can happen to you when you mess with an artifact that belongs to another. Overall, she’s fine with showing her wares as long as Bonnie doesn’t steal anything (otherwise she’ll cut off your thumbs).

Similarly, Bonnie is fascinated by Margaret’s musket. The loud bang, the burst of gun fire, it appeals to her. She might have been a musketeer in another lifetime, but discipline isn’t her strong suit. Margaret is happy to show her the gun (as long as she doesn’t try to take it) and give her demonstrations, but as someone who’s had a very normal life, she doesn’t know quite what to make of this girl who already went through hell and back.

Jester-Runaway relationship can be summarized as follows

Sarmenti: Hey, kid, what is going on?

Bonnie: Teenage rebellion.

Sarmenti: Fuck, yeah, stick it to the old people.

Bonnie *really* likes her uncle Sarmenti.

#darkest dungeon 2 spoilers #dd2 bonnie #dd2 runaway #dd ensemble #asks #tales of baby bonnie #dd lists

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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Hello. I am dude reader number 3 (I think) sent here by violin anon. I’ll start out by saying this is a big deal for me as it’s my first fanfic. (Although I did cheat and read another one of your things so more on that later ig)

🎻 showed me the 📖 and 🏀 messages and now I spend my limited free time catching up on your page. So hello fellow bros

I’m planning to catch up on everything soon before I give real commentary because I want it to make sense but I really get what basketball bro meant about confidence.

I mess up a lot with relationships because emotions are not my strong suit and I think reading this is eye opening a bit. I think it’s quite realistic, very relatable, and well written. As much as the oc keeps bottled up, Yoongi’s brain is swimming. The fact that it’s easy for him to tell her to say what she wants is so telling. Because, I often use this as a way to avoid having to share how I feel. If I have them constantly focused on sharing themselves they won’t ask to see my fragile parts as much - the shit I’ve been through that I haven’t dealt with and don’t want to relive. I don’t know if that’s intentional on your part, ryen but that was my thought on it.

I have more but I’ll be here sporadically as my confidence ebbs and flows. I specifically want to get through the apparent “all yoongi pov” chapter before saying more. So I’ll leave you with this: I saw during scrolling that someone mentioned women writing men is the best and after reading this so far, I agree.

If you want I can be either 🎷 or any instrument that’s not taken, you pick.

Holy shit, this is.. wow. Damn, sax, thank you for sending this in and thank you violin for introducing him to 3tan! Also.. you read something else, as well?? Was it FL3 because that is my most music-themed fic so far and very much a result of my evolving relationship with it🤍

But anyways, wow. Again. 📖 and 🏀 we have another bro!! And 🏀, you are definitely not alone as far as the confidence thing goes. Here is solid proof.

If this is realistic and relatable even for you? Holy crap. I guess we all can gather that.. we’re all fundamentally the same. Like, as far as human emotions and feelings and how we deal with them go. As for your experiences, I wanna say I hate how you had to go through any shit at all. But we’re all learning, and we’re all gonna keep learning and failing but still try despite all of that🫂 If this was eye opening for you, it’s been a journey for me, too. Also.. Your commentary on Yoongi telling reader to say what they want just so that he doesn’t have to do it himself (and can still learn about them?) Yeah.. Pretty fcking spot on.

And oh my god.. you haven’t even read Dal Segno onwards yet, either😳 now I absolutely can’t wait to hear your comments after that or after you catch up completely because of your commentary already.

I just feel a myriad of feelings right now. It’s totally okay if you appear sporadically, too🤍 as long as you know that we appreciate anything you decide to tell us, i’m good. this alone was certainly cool and a huge telling from a guy’s perspective! like damn.. I’m just sitting here staring. thank you so much for saying all of this and have fun diving into the rest🍊

#damn thank you for reaching out!#🎷 anon #🎻 anon #asks:3tan #lovely people #guys read 3tan #*ryenfictalk #calm tag #mailbox💌

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bookloveravenue · 1 year

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Bainbridge Hockey (book 1): Scoring Chance by Andi Burns

Will

Freshman year is going to be my year.

I’m no longer the ugly duckling I used to be. Thanks to a late growth spurt and a nasty puck to the face that knocked my buck teeth right out of my head, I no longer resemble the awkward kid I once was.

As Bainbridge Hockey’s newest center, I’m gonna enjoy every bit of attention the ladies of Bainbridge want to give me.

But I soon find out that looking the part is only half the battle. And if I want to lose my virginity before I make it to the big leagues, I’m going to need to learn the fine art of dating. Or at least how to kiss without being compared to a dying jellyfish. So that means I need help.

But they don’t make tutors for dating. Do they?

Mel

Senior year is off to a rough start.

One of my best friends has moved on to grad school, and my other best friend spends all her free time with her boyfriend.

And my boyfriend? Oh, he’s a lying, cheating jerk. I learned that the hard way when I caught him in bed with his wife.

Looking back, it’s clear that my ex lied about everything and I wasted almost a year of my life with him. Dating a professor wasn’t my smartest move, but I’m wiser now, and I’ve made a promise to myself: no more relationships.

So when my friends surprise me at the charity bachelor auction and buy me a date with a hot young hockey player, I’m less than thrilled. I mean, he’s nice to look at, but I’m not in the market for anything more than a hookup.

When our date ends in disaster, the last thing I expect is for Will to ask me for a favor. And what I really don’t expect is to say yes.

Scoring Chance, the first STANDALONE in the Bainbridge University Hockey Series, is a dual POV, full-length novel featuring a feisty heroine and a virgin hero. Will’s got a lot to learn about love, and Mel’s got a thing or two to learn about trust.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62035197-scoring-chance

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March 20, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Mel is done with dating. She learned her lesson when she dated the ten plus years older her than professor of Bainbridge who swore he was divorced from his wife was most definitely not divorced. She thought this guy was different, but she ignored the warnings and now she is miserable and doesn't trust herself to make any good decisions when it comes to love. What she isn't prepared for though is to be swept up by sweet Will. Will has finally escaped home with his helicopter parents and has a lot of socializing to make up for. A bit too sheltered, he plans to go out and enjoy college. While of course playing hockey and keeping up with his grades. But he soon realizes just how awkward he can be around girls and his confidence is blown to smithereens after one spectacularly failed hook up. He needs help. And lucky for him he meets Mel. Sure, their first date (set up by a friend who thought he was helping) is a disaster, but Will takes a chance and asks Mel to teach him how to date girls. And Mel, well she takes him up on it. Especially when her ex is reaching stalking levels. They'll fake a relationship and help one another out. But it's only a matter of time between the lines blur of what is fake and what is real. And I mean how can it not? Will and Mel have such chemistry! These two were so sweet and right for one another. This was such a fun story. And with so many of the other hockey players making an appearance, it seems Will and Mel aren't the only ones with stories to tell. I can't wait to find out what happens next with everyone! Looks like a great start to this series and I can't wait for the rest.

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #scoring chance #bainbridge hockey #andi burns

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Den of Sin—Eddie Brock/Venom x f!reader**

summary: Venom gets a liiiiitle too close to you and Eddie feels like it cuts from the time he gets to spend with you.

word count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: jealous!Eddie, tongue action from V, Eddie & V are a bickering couple, handjob curtesy of V, edging, fingering, piv.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: sentences in bold belong to Venom, of course. if I forgot something, please let me know! but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless.

gif: @pedropcl

In the eye of the beholder, Eddie Brock is a simple man. Determined, curious and kind. You’ve learned as much about him in the past year.

As the weeks turned into months, however, you unveiled so much more of him.

You suppose you could call him self-destructive. He reaches a boiling point in all of his relationships, a point when he cares so much, he becomes afraid of the human touch and as a result, pushes people away. He’s not good with apologies. He’s a man of his word though and prefers acts of service as a way of showing affection. He craves stability even more so because he is unstable. All of that knowledge led to one result and one result only: Eddie Brock was so much more than what the world made of him.

A full year since you’ve known him and two months since things have gotten more intimate between you two. It wasn’t always easy, and certainly not with Venom meddling in your business.

What Eddie couldn’t fully comprehend was the fact that you really liked Venom; he was sassy and loud and funny when he meant to, and he always made sure Eddie complimented you and had kind words to say to you. You supposed he was only trying to help Eddie and his lack of proper words—which you didn’t mind, not even a little. Where Eddie lacked verbally, physical gestures helped.

A gentle grip on your wrist or your hips to pull you in for a kiss; a subtle touch to your cheek or forehead when he reached to tuck your hair behind your ear. His every gesture was sweet and thoughtful despite his size and you always felt safe around him, even more so knowing you had Venom on your side as well.

What you didn’t think Eddie was though, was jealous.

You’ve barely seen that in him, be it professional jealousy or personal. Despite the mess inside his head, he was struggling to appear as composed as he possibly could and most of the time—if you looked past the occasional habit of what seemed to be him talking to himself in public. You really wouldn’t have pegged him as the jealous type, and especially not on the last creature on earth.

Little by little though, you started to notice things. How Eddie adopted a more broody attitude whenever Venom came out and told you stories of his home planet, how Venom made you laugh and made it impossible for Eddie to work at home.

“Listen, guys, I got a deadline, so… I’d really appreciate some silence. At least for tonight,” Eddie said one evening, thus putting an end to the giggles Venom brought out of you.

“Sorry,” you smiled. “We’ll let you work.”

“But we were having fun! Why do you hate us, Eddie?”

“’Us’, what—? I thought you and me, I thought that was ‘us’.”

“Okay, let’s not start arguing over nothing. V, go back inside and keep it down.”

“Fine.”

Eddie looked outraged. “’Fine’? Just like that? You’re gonna listen to her just like that but not to me?”

“She is being nice. You are an asshole sometimes.”

And with that, Venom disappeared, leaving you and Eddie alone. But soon you let him return to his work and you went in the bedroom to read. Needless to say, you were more than surprised to see Eddie in the doorframe, his eyes twinkling in a rather devilish and playful way that you failed to recognize.

The kind of look he had when he was mad.

That was a rare look; it took a lot to make Eddie mad, but luckily you were never on the receiving end of his wrath. Quite the contrary: you were always collecting the sheer benefits of his long, hard days. You were happily complying with his sharp indications—“hands on the headboard”, “ass up for me, baby”, “tell me what you want”—and by the end, you were both in the win.

It wasn’t that far of a stretch to assume this was one of those rare times.

“Everything okay?” you ask him, putting away the book.

Eddie doesn’t respond right away. He’s staring at your posture—legs up as your head is resting on the pillow against the headboard—and you notice his eyes are locked on your legs. He moves closer, sitting on the edge of the bed and running one of his hands up your legs.

“I thought you were on a deadline,” you say, stifling a gasp upon feeling his touch.

“I finished.”

“Already?”

“I’m quite good with my fingers.”

This time the gasp is all but subtle, verging on a surefire moan when his hand splits your thighs apart and dips right into your most sensitive region. Eddie is just as surprised as you when he runs his index across your slit.

“No underwear, huh?” he teases.

“What was the point of it? It was only gonna get in the way in case—“

“Shit, you’re soaked.”

Eddie’s finger keeps rubbing against you, feeling himself grow harder with each passing and torturous moment.

“How are you soaked already? Just for me?”

“Of course just for you—“

You’re losing string of thought the more Eddie palms your core and finally inserts a finger and curls it to a delicious angle, earning a louder moan from your side. You start moving your hips to meet with more of his hand, but Eddie pulls away.

Why are you teasing her this way?

Because you annoyed me. Now back off.

Why are you taking your anger out on her then?

Because I want to and because she can take it.

She can take much more and you know it.

Would you shut up? I need to concentrate.

What you need is to take notes, Eddie.

Suddenly, Eddie’s fingers are replaced by larger ones, sturdier and with a much different feel to them. When you look up, you see Venom’s huge figure towering over you with a wicked smile.

“V, what are you doing?”

“Putting Eddie to shame. His little tricks that he thinks feel good—“

“They—they do. They do feel good.”

Venom leans in, absorbing every inch of you as he ignores Eddie’s protests inside, and leaves you with a simple “Why feel only good when you can feel so much more?”

Venom, don’t you dare—Venom!

Too late. Two tendrils hold you in place, thighs split apart with a remarkably gentle grip, and Venom’s tongue dips straight into your cunt. The contact shocks you, nearly breaks you apart, but it feels impossibly good as he stretches you open, thrusting in and out. Venom’s tongue reaches so far up inside you, you swear you start to see stars.

Inside, Eddie is fuming. He’s not really sure what got him in that mood to begin with; he’s not jealous of Venom—per se. He has no reason to, right? They are one and the same; everything of Eddie’s is Venom’s and vice versa. But he hears the sounds you release as Venom’s tongue plunges inside you almost manically, an obscene desire to get more out of you building up within. Insecurities start to creep in too – what if you favor Venom’s confident allure when it comes to sex? What if you decide he’s not good enough?

Despite all of Eddie’s pleas for Venom to step aside—or at least make him some room—the symbiote does not budge. His tongue keeps going in and out of you with a steady rhythm that has you seeing stars and nearly crying at how good it feels. It’s an entirely different experience from anything you’ve ever known and the craving only grows larger when Eddie’s absence really takes its toll on you.

“Eddie—“

You can’t help the moan that escapes your throat; it’s involuntary and it makes your insides twitch and burn with its simple pronunciation. It has some effect on Venom too, for his tongue plummets out of you with the speed of lightning and he stares at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You want Eddie?” he asks gently.

Still in a trance from Venom’s treatment, you can only nod—almost frantically so—and wait. You’ve learned that patience sometimes goes a long way with the both of them.

Once Venom flees, Eddie’s figure back into your sight brings relief, but also concern. Eddie doesn’t bother working through all of that though. He lunges forward to your mouth, a hungry kiss erupting from his lips and transferring onto yours. The grunt he lets loose from his chest vibrates right through you and you feel more motion in between your legs Eddie presses his body more onto yours.

Of course Venom wouldn’t just disappear out of the goodness of his slimy heart; it wouldn’t be true to his nature. His playfulness and inclination for messy things come in handy once again as one of his tendrils worked past Eddie’s waistband and is now slowly jerking him off. To Venom, keeping his distance isn’t really in the cards but right now, you are nothing if not glad about that.

Eddie keeps moaning and grinding onto you just as your legs curl around his waist to pull him in completely, and suddenly you both ache; it’s an insatiable craving, wild and too powerful to be put out by the simplest of actions. You need more. Eddie needs more, and by default, so does Venom.

When you break the kiss to each draw a breath, your eyes lock and you both feel the same ardent desire. Venom’s tendril disappears just after he guides Eddie’s cock to your soaked and warmed up core. You presume he’s muttering some filthy things indie Eddie’s head to get him going because Eddie’s facial expression is that of utter devastation, in the most pleasurable way. He does one languid, careful thrust inside you and you moan as if on command. Your arms roam on Eddie’s broad back and shoulders, welcoming him inside you after what feels like an eternity.

“No better feeling, is there?” Eddie murmurs, lips stretching into a euphoric smile.

He presses his forehead onto yours as his hips start moving a little faster, motions deep and intimate. You smile just as well, biting on your lower lip. “No,” you agree. “Nothing—feels better than you do.”

That boosts Eddie’s ego far more than he would’ve expected. The moment those words leave your lips, he starts jamming his hips into yours until air gets knocked out of your lungs and you’re incapable of saying anything else. You’re pushed into the mattress, Eddie atop of you and his hand sneaking around your neck to press on the sides ever so gently, mouth agape at how full and warm you feel. You nearly choke when you feel tendrils on your body again, warm liquid forming to fumble with your breasts as Eddie pounds into you.

“Look how good you look, taking us both like that,” Venom’s voice reaches your ears and has this weird effect of turning you into a puddle underneath Eddie’s sturdy body.

“So good—fuck—“Eddie coos, nearly drooling at the overwhelming mass of sensations swimming in his body.

“Finish her off, Eddie.”

The latter puts all of his focus on you, how your body rocks under the rhythm imposed by his hips. The sounds you make are the most addictive Eddie’s ever heard and they spur him on so much he nearly can’t stand it.

“Go on,” Venom encourages devilishly. “Make her cum for us. Make her finish all over us.”

“Fuck—y-yes—“

“Let the neighbors know that you belong to us completely, little one.”

There’s something utterly seductive about the way Venom enunciates each and every word and just how much they affect both you and Eddie. It’s like you don’t have control over your bodily functions anymore; next thing you know, you’re clenching so hard around Eddie you’re afraid you’re hurting him, but you cum loudly and messily and so does Eddie. It all goes black around you and all you feel is warmth surrounding you from all sides, hands and tendrils alike roaming needy all over your body. Eddie buries his face in the crook of your neck as he empties himself inside of you, sweat dribbling down his temples. He’s barely moving inside of you, but he does not stop. He cannot for the life of him.

“Teamwork, Eddie, makes your girlfriend happy and satisfied,” Venom grins.

“He has a point, you know?” you tease, playing with a few of his locks.

Eddie lifts his head, looking completely spent, and huffs understandingly.

“Don’t try to deny it,” you push. “I’ve seen the look on your face when he was jerkin’ you off. The sound you made—“

“How was I supposed to feel? That shit’s great for any man.”

“I know.”

You lock eyes with Venom and smirk, nodding as a silent thank you at him. He needn’t be told anything. He was already well aware of how you felt about both of them.

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