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steveharringtonat3am · 2 months

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Rhythmic romance | drummer!steve harrington x reader | 18+

summary: Robin's drummer friend is hot. What else were you supposed to do? [1.8k]

warnings: SMUT 18+, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of birth control

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You did not want to be at a bar right now. You couldn’t wait to get home, get into bed, and crochet with a sitcom playing in the background until you eventually fell asleep. But it was your best friends’ birthday, so you sucked it up. She insisted on coming to see this band in the sketchiest dive bar you had ever stepped foot in. It was way too crowded and you regret not throwing her a party in your apartment. But from what you can hear, the music is pretty good.

“Here!” Robin hands you a glass of club soda. Being the designated driver was normally fine with you but the pounding music makes you envy her cosmopolitan. She begins pulling you closer to the band and you try to pretend your eardrums aren’t about to burst.

“It’s good!” You nod at her when she looks for your approval. She had mentioned something about knowing the lead singer and the drummer. How? You couldn’t remember the details as they hit a high note louder than you thought possible.

‘Corroded Coffin’ is etched on the front of the drums. It’s actually a pretty cool name. You’re about to ask Robin about it when your eyes drift further and your jaw nearly drops.

Holy shit, the drummer is hot.

So hot, you almost can’t think for a second. He’s sweating from the lights, tanned skin and muscle showing through his white t-shirt that’s almost translucent from the sweat. His gorgeous brown hair is all over the place as he tosses his head back to get some out of his eyes. He’s focused on the beat as his tongue pokes out of his mouth ever so slightly.

You could kill Robin for hiding him from you.

The set feels like it takes forever. Halfway through, Robin tugs you over to a booth where the volume has slightly decreased.

“You said you know the drummer?” You try not to be obvious but she sees right through you.

“You like him, don’t you? He’s a loser you know that right? Like a major loser.” She exaggerates in an obvious way that makes you smile.

“You should have seen this coming. He’s exactly my type.” You grin as you sip your drink and she sighs.

“I know but I hoped you would have higher standards.”

“You do realize he’s your friend right?” That is already a green flag in your mind. No way Robin would be friends with a douche so at the very least he’s nice.

“…Alright fine. Honestly, you two would probably get along well.” She shrugs. Before you can ask much about him though, your eyes lock with his.

“Hey, Rob!” The one with long dark hair greets her as you and the drummer simply look at each other. He’s even prettier up close and you really wanna reach over and fix his hair.

“Hi, Eddie! Hi doofus.” She pushes the drummer on the shoulder and he turns to smile at her.

“Hi, Robin. Did you like the set?” He asks as you pretend your drink is incredibly fascinating.

“Yeah! We both liked it.” She introduces you quickly, putting the name Steve to the face. He reaches out to shake your hand. The contact sends a shiver down your spine but luckily he doesn’t notice. They each slide into the booth, Steve next to you and Eddie next to Robin. You try not to focus too much on his thigh pressed against yours but the warmth of him mixed with his intoxicating cologne is almost too much for you.

The more you get to know Eddie and Steve, the more you understand why Robin was friends with them. Eddie was so funny and nice. Steve was perfect. Kind, has a good sense of humour and is just incredible.

It also helped that he had his hand on your bare thigh.

He had been laughing at something you said, pushing his hair back before letting his hand fall onto your skin, and rubbing it with his thumb. He doesn’t look at you as he does but you swear his smile grows when you tense a bit next to him.

When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stands to let you out, eyes running over you as you walk past him.

The hallways leading to the bathrooms feel like a different, quieter world so you take a moment to yourself. You liked Steve. But you didn’t even know how he felt about you. And you didn’t want this to be some one-night hookup.

“Hey.” As if you summoned him, Steve is walking up to you. He stops in front of where you’re leaning against the wall, caging you in.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he leans in close. Maybe he’s doing it to hear you better but you like to think it’s just to get closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Just needed a break from all that, you know?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt as he nods.

“Course. Though, I gotta say I liked having such a pretty face watching me play. Should come to more shows.” You can’t tell who’s moving, but he’s closer than he was before.

“You gonna give me a reason to?” The teasing smile sends him over the edge as he presses his lips against yours. You melt into it as he steps closer to press you against the wall. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss gets sloppier.

“C’mere.” He breaks the kiss for a second to tug you into the unisex bathroom, locking the door and immediately pressing you against it. You grin into the kiss as your fingers slip through his curly brown locks.

“Gonna let me fuck you in this bar? That desperate for me?” He teases in a way that soaks your panties more than you thought possible.

“L-like you don’t want it just as bad.” You pant, already chasing his lips again. He tugs you over to the sink and pushes you up so you’re sitting on the counter. He’s impossibly close now as your skirt rides up. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh but you’re too focused on his wandering hands, going from your hips to your sides to your ass.

The moan that slips out when he squeezes the flesh would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him. His hands slip to your thighs, rubbing up and down. His fingers brush the edges of the lace and he pulls away from your sloppy makeout to look into your eyes.

“Can I take these off?” His eyes are even prettier clouded with lust. You nod quickly in response and he wastes no time, sliding the fabric down your thighs and pushing it into his pocket. Your comment on that is stifled as he kisses your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider for him and try to ignore the feel of his smirk as his tongue runs up and down your slit.

“Come on Steve!” You whine as you tug his hair. He moans at the feeling and the vibration makes you squirm. Luckily, his grip is iron, so you don’t fall. He continues to lap at you and your orgasm starts to build. Unluckily, this is where he chooses to pull away and stand.

“N-no come on I was close!” You pout at his Cheshire grin.

“I know sweetheart but I need to fuck you. That alright with you?” One look at the bulge in his pants tells you all you need to know.

“Absolutely.” You tug at his belt, undoing it as quickly as possible. He helps with his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free to slap his stomach and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.

Gods, he’s huge.

“Condom or no?”

“I’m on the pill and…you seem clean.” You can’t think straight at this point. Your pussy aches for him to fuck you.

“I am. M’not gonna say no to fucking you raw. God you look hot.” You could orgasm right there but then he’s stepping closer and pressing his fat tip into you.

“Holy-” You grab onto his arm, pressing your face into his shoulder as he sinks in deeper. He hums in acknowledgement, easing in nice and slow.

By the time he’s balls deep, you might be seeing stars but you’d happily die in this moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He mumbles into your ear with a tenderness you don’t expect from a bar fuck. But you suppose Steve wasn’t just any bar fuck.

“Y-yeah. You can move.” You’re pressed together so tight you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

As he starts to fuck you, you press a fist into your mouth to avoid moaning too loud. He quickly ups his pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of skin slapping is sinful but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Holy shit Steve just like that!” You moan into him, holding onto his arms for dear life. He’s making such pretty noises.

“Feel so-fuck-so good sweetheart.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when you clench around him. Both your mouths and chins are covered in saliva but as his thumb runs over your clit, all thoughts go out the window.

“G-god I’m so close Steve.” You’re so close to the edge that it hurts.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He slams into you one more time and you’re seeing stars as pleasure overtakes you. It’s enough to make him cum too, pulling out to paint your thighs with his cum.

You both pant in silence for a second, your head resting against his chest. When you’ve both caught your breath you manage to look at him. He looks as if he’s just come off stage, only less sweaty. You can’t imagine you look any better but the look in his eyes almost convinces you otherwise.

“I-I’ll go out first.” He offers hands quickly fixing your hair into place before stepping away to help you down. Your legs are wobbly but you manage.

“Steve wh-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, with none of the lust from before but just as much passion.

“I’ll take you on a proper date soon okay? I promise.” He kisses your cheek once more before slipping out the door. You rest against the cold porcelain as you mull over what just happened.

You’re gonna have to get Robin one hell of a birthday gift.

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dreamlifebunny · 1 year

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dream life daydreams: "i'm irresistible, they're absolutely crazy over me!"

an "imaginal act" is a scene you play out in your imagination that implies your wish has been fulfilled. the scene can use any of the five senses, and can be as long or as short as you want; what matters is the feeling that it evokes in you! i like to refer to my imaginal acts as "daydreams," because the word reminds me of when i was a creative child who's imagination was limitless!

instructions: take these imaginal acts and put yourself there in imagination! tweak the details to match your desires, personal details, and preferences, and use the senses that you have in your imagination to fully immerse yourself (e.g. feel your hand picking up your phone and seeing your background image and the time, or hear the voices of the people talking to you or about you, etc.)

you pick up your phone because your screen will not stop lighting up - once again, your dms are popping off with a bunch of super cuties hitting you up. some of them are nervously telling you how gorgeous you are and that they've always had crushes on you and were too embarrassed to tell you in person; some of them are confident and flirtatious, asking you for your number or asking if you've got a partner because they want to take you out; some are so enamoured with you that all they can send is emojis and messages like, "wow. just wow." just a day in the life of someone who is irresistible!

you walk into a room and can hear whispering voices talking about you; "oh my god, do you see them? i've never seen someone so breathtaking." "dude, you'd never make it with someone like them!" maybe you look over and see one of them elbow the other to try to get them to act cool - it's hard to remain calm when someone so perfect walks into a room!

after posting a selfie, your phone blows up with comments from so many thirsty mfs - "oh my god, you're SO gorgeous!" "are you single? you can't be single." "I can't believe someone like you exists!" feel your thumb scrolling through the seemingly endless comments from people you find attractive and fun who are hyping you up, people who could only dream of being with you. maybe you reply to comments, or maybe you make their heart flutter with just liking them.

you're having a conversation with someone who is so attractive (whether it's your SP or a stranger) at a public event, and the others in the room are visibly jealous; some come up to hover beside the person talking to you and try to get their turn to talk to you; one comes up with a drink or an offer to walk around the event; one even pulls the classic "is this person bothering you?" card. all you can do is smile knowing that everywhere you go, everyone is obsessed with you.

imagine walking into a room and having all eyes fix on you as conversations stop, because everyone is enamoured with your beauty!

imagine talking to someone and watching them visibly melt listening to your voice, looking at your smile, and getting lost in your gaze. they can't help but be enamoured, and you play it off like it's nothing, but you know you've won their heart.

you're stopped in the street by a stranger who's eyes light up as they see you. "excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but you are the most gorgeous person I've ever seen and I couldn't let you go on with your day without telling you!"

you've got this, bunny 💕

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #manifestation #neville goddard #void state #edward art #manifest #void #master manifester #things to manifest #manifesting #bunny's originals #imaginal acts

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sirfrogsworth · 7 days

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Let's talk about vintage lenses.

Here is your cool samurai show with modern lenses.

Here is your cool samurai show with vintage lenses.

Hollywood is no stranger to fads.

We are currently in the middle of a "make everything too dark" fad. But that fad is starting to overlap with "let's use really old lenses on ridiculously high resolution cameras."

This is Zack Snyder with a Red Monstro 8K camera.

He is using a "rehoused" vintage 50mm f/0.95 Canon "Dream Lens" which was first manufactured in 1961.

This old lens is put inside a fancy new body that can fit onto modern cameras.

Which means Zack is getting nowhere near 8K worth of detail. These lenses are not even close to being sharp. Which is fine. I think the obsession with detail can get a bit silly and sometimes things can be "too sharp."

But it is a funny juxtaposition.

The dream lens is a cool lens. It has character. It has certain aberrations and defects that can actually be beneficial to making a cool photograph. It's a bit like vinyl records for photography.

[ Peter Thoeny ]

It has vignetting and distortion and a very strange swirly background blur.

[ Gabriel Binder ]

Optical engineers have been spending the last 60 years trying to eliminate these defects. And I sometimes wonder if they are confused by this fad.

"I WORKED 70 HOURS PER WEEK TO GET PERFECT CORNER SHARPNESS!"

And whether you prefer to work with a perfect optic or a vintage one... it is a valid aesthetic decision either way. I think vintage glass can really suit candid natural light photography. You can almost get abstract with these lenses.

[ Peter Theony ]

Personally I like to start with as close to perfect as possible and then add the character in later. That way I can dial in the effect and tweak how much of it I want. But even with modern image editing tools, some of these aberrations are difficult to recreate authentically.

That said, it can be very easy for the "character" of these lenses to become distracting. And just like when someone first finds the lens flares in Photoshop, it can be easy for people to overdo things.

Zack Snyder decided to be his own cameraman and used only vintage glass in his recent movies and it has led to some complaints about the imagery.

I mean, Zack Snyder overdoing something? I can't even imagine it.

Non camera people felt Army of the Dead was blurry and a bit weird but they couldn't quite explain why it felt that way.

The dream lens has a very wide aperture and it lets in a lot of light. But it also has a very very shallow depth of field. Which means it is very difficult to nail focus.

[ Peter Thoeny ]

Her near eye is in focus and her far eye is soft. You literally can't get an entire face in focus.

There is no reason you have to use the dream lens at f/0.95 at all times. But just like those irresistible lens flares, Zack couldn't help himself.

Here is a blueprint that you can't really see.

Extreme close ups of faces without autofocus at f/0.95 is nearly impossible to pull critical focus on.

Looks like Zack nailed the area just above the eyebrow here.

Let's try to find the point of focus in this one.

Ummmm... she is just... blurry. Missed focus completely.

But Zack isn't the only one going vintage. I've been seeing this a lot recently.

Shogun is a beautiful show. And for the most part, I really enjoyed the cinematography. But they went the vintage lens route and it kept going from gorgeous to "I can't not see it" distracting. And perhaps because I am familiar with these lens defects I am more prone to noticing. But I do think it hurt the imagery in a few spots.

Vingetting is a darkening of the corners of the frame.

Light rays in the corners are much harder to control. A lot of modern lenses still have this problem, but they create software corrections to eliminate the issue. Some cameras do it automatically as you are recording the image.

Vintage lenses were built before lens corrections where a thing—before software was a thing. So you either have to live with them, try to remove them with VFX, or crop into your image and lose some resolution.

It's possible this is the aesthetic they wanted. They felt the vignetting added something to the image. But I just found my eyes darting to the corners and not focusing on the composition.

And then you have distortion.

In this case, barrel distortion.

This is mostly prominent in wide angle lenses. In order to get that wider field of view the lens has to accept light from some very steep angles. And that can be quite difficult to correct. So you kind have to sacrifice any straight lines.

And sometimes this was a positive contribution to the image.

I thought the curved lines matched the way they were sitting here.

But most of the time I just felt like I was looking at feudal Japan through a fish's eye.

It's a bit more tolerable as a still, but when all of these verticals are bowing in motion, I start to feel like I am developing tunnel vision.

I love that this is a tool that is available. Rehousing lenses is a really neat process and I'm glad this old glass is getting new life.

This documentary shows how lens rehousing is done and is quite fascinating if you are in to that sort of thing.

youtube

But I think we are in a "too much of a good thing" phase when it comes to these lenses. I think a balance between old and new can be found.

And I also think maybe Zack should see what f/2.8 looks like. He might like having more than an eyebrow in focus.

#photography #cinematography #lenses #vintage lenses #shogun #long post

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randomness-is-my-order · 4 months

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the pjo show’s cinematography is so warm and homey and clever and detail-oriented so i wanna compile a few of my favourite still shots because why not??

^this one had me smiling so hard, not because it’s a particularly beautiful shot but the framing of the three is so well done. the focus is on sally who is talking to grover (both prominently in the front of the shot) while percy – who isn’t a part of the conversation but a listener of it – is still properly visible through the glass of the door and like??? i just think it’s a super cool way of having a passive character in the shot that i haven’t ever seen before, in a way that percy is both highlighted and still so clearly in the background that it doesn’t take away from the focus characters. also percy’s sweater matching the colours on the door is the cherry on top!!

^next is this one. it’s so perfectly angsty and though not complete, the symmetry is still eye-catching. it encapsulates the feeling percy must experience in that moment–him, amidst destruction, knowing he’s the cause but not knowing how or why. he looks all of twelve with his haphazard hoodie and almost forlorn look. he is not gloating, he is not cheerful. though he doesn’t know the gravity of his parentage, it’s almost like the show is telling us that his powers–which cause the door to break, too btw–will always be a source of isolation for percy. he is a force of nature, a destructive one most of the time, and the fact that he is just a child who is confused will never matter because this world doesn’t care for childhood but godhood alone.

idk, this shot just evokes a very unsettling kind of sadness for me. i think it’s beautifully framed.

^i absolutely love this one simply for the fact that the sheer struggle of the fight is so prominently visible. and yes, i cheated, this isn’t exactly a still shot but like an action sequence screenshot but whatever, it’s too good to not mention it here. the way percy is, honest to gods, bracing against the spear for his dear life, the evident and overwhelming rage on clarisse’s face, the blocking of the scene – it’s perfect. clarisse is not playing and percy is genuinely in danger and i love how this shot and the whole scene really sold us on that fact.

^ i just think it’s extremely cool that we can see the minotaur howling in pain, percy having his mouth wide open as if he’s letting out a yell as he goes to plunge the horn and that as percy does this act–killing the minotaur–which is surefire source of safeguarding himself and grover, something that will get him to camp, we can see thalia’s tree in the background. there is no reason percy had to make the kill here, with the chaos of the fight, so the fact that this is the spot and this is the shot as he kills the minotaur makes me think it’s deliberate. having thalia in the background is so impactful because again, percy could have met a similar fate in some other alternate universe but here, he wins and he survives.

^ do i even need to explain??? the shot is pretty and beautiful and almost magical. percy, alone with a tin of fire, burning blue food and talking to his mother. maybe one thing i can point out is that the sally-percy bond has been heavily indicated through glowing lights since the start. if you recall, the “you are not broken” speech by sally was given in front of the warm, glowing headlights of the car and percy’s face was illuminated by that warmth just the same way it is illuminated by the tin-fire in the forest.

^ first, this is too fucking gorgeous. second, percy is wearing his red jacket again and this dream happened after he reached camp so in my opinion, this dream was initially a comfortable imagining of percy’s mind and was then hijacked by kronos but i could be wrong since i don’t clearly remember how they manifested in the books originally. nevertheless, it’s a great detail to have him wear the red jacket because even if he may not have it with him anymore, it’s still clearly something he holds dear – and might associate sally’s memories with.

also, the fact that percy seems to have alot of scenes with fire might be because as someone who can control water, fire can never truly be a source of danger for him and therefore, he can find comfort in its warmth unhindered, always?

^ how could i not love this epic moment? the trident is perfect, big and blue and grand and majestic. half the screen is water, obviously. but what makes this good shot a great one is that there is literally no one else directly near percy except annabeth. the campers are all far away and in this shot itself only annabeth remains close to percy, though she is fittingly on the land, observing the scene before her. remember how i said percy’s legacy promises isolation but this shot tells me that despite that, percy will have someone who he can count on to be by his side (also cool that even in the bathroom, annabeth was technically still near him, even if she was, well, stalking him) and maybe this is my delusional ass talking, but annabeth being here is foreshadowing for me. i just think it’s a choice to have this epic revelation where they could easily have had percy standing alone in the middle of the lake but no, annabeth is also there and not only because she’s the one who led to that revelation but because she’s someone who isn’t intimidated by percy’s parentage and still can be beside him.

^ i adore this shot because 1) it shows us just how young and tiny percy is and 2) it tells us that maybe that door is so fucking huge because it’s being inclusive of centaurs and other giants of their world. also, symmetry strikes again!!! the colours are so well balanced, not bright and vibrant but on the pastel side that indicates an aged feel to them.

and lastly,

^ i just find it funny that a private academy like yancy has an official vehicle that looks as beat up and terribly malfunctioning as this. 😭 like this half van was so out of place i literally goggled at the screen when it first appeared.

okay, i’m done for now. i also really liked the faceless sally scene in the start paralleling medusa’s eventual beheading but i already made a post about it. this legitmately only covers about 10% of the shots i wanted to talk about but these might be my favourites. this was long af so if you read the whole thing, mad respect to you.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo tv adaptation #walker scobell #pjo tv series #leah jeffries #cinemetography #direction #pjo tv spoilers #annabeth percy jackson #percabeth

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prince-kallisto · 3 months

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Thoughts/Analysis on TWSTs Manga Promotional Video

Haha, I know this just dropped basically, but I already had a lot of thoughts on this video! Here’s a link in case you haven’t seen it yet. The video is absolutely gorgeous, and I love the animations done with the manga panels!!

But as a silly Crowley theorist, I was squinting at some of the details put in this video 👀🐦‍⬛ Forgive if some of the screenshots look odd lmaoo, some scenes I had to raise the lighting to see it properly.

At first, the opening shot just looks surrounded by fog. But a closer look at it clearly places it in the mirror chamber- or specifically from the way Crowley sees it in the opening prologue where he ominously speaks to the Dark Mirror.

I know this is such a reach LMAO but I’m just scrambling my thoughts. I found it interesting how Malleus had the clearest shot of his head in the little mirror previews. I feel like it parallels both his countdown art image and Crowley’s as well- but I’ll get to that later. I like how his art faded away to NRC logo and the raven wings.

But HERES what I was side-eyeing when I saw it. The manga Yuu’s are presented like cards, with the three Yuu’s we’ve seen so far getting their art, and the other four obscured. The words roughly translate to “This is the tale of Yuu.” From this, we can conclude that the Yuu’s are represented by cards. I wonder if this is a hint of the Yuu’s being a “card” up Crowley’s sleeve for the late game events?

With this conclusion in mind…WHAT IS THIS OMINOUS SHOT??!? “And the story of you.” There’s a clear distinction between Yuu and us as a player…There’s so many cards floating in the air. And instead of being numbered like the previous ones, these say “UNKNOWN.” If the Yuu’s are represented with cards…how many Yuu’s have been summoned to this world? Is this a hint at the time loop theory or different universes? I’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this, I find it so fascinating that the cards are labeled UNKNOWN instead of being numbered. I immediately thought that the cards also resembled the floating coffins in the mirror chamber?

It’s also interesting that the word “Yuu” was colored in gold, and “you” was colored in purple. Gold like the eyes of Crowley’s mask, and the purple of Crowley’s lips? And if you look back up at the colored manga page, the usage of purple and gold is also quite prominent. What makes me side-eye the purple is how immediately right after the ominous floating cards, Crowley smiling (notably without his mask as he speaks to the Dark Mirror!!) is shown, before the trailer ends.

There has also repeatedly been white fog/miasma all over the trailer, especially in the beginning in the mirror chamber, and now the end with TWSTs logo. It reminds me of both Crowley’s countdown art, and this line from Book 6. Blot, although it resembles black ink, can contaminate and eventually drain the colors of its surroundings.

Also, Crowley’s countdown art is the only one to break several patterns: No streak/pop of color, a white background instead of black, and the usage of gold. I wonder if the gold and purple in this trailer is meant to hint at Crowley’s control over Yuu? Or how he summoned them here for a purpose, to be his “card up his sleeve?”

I don’t know…I have so many questions haha, but I feel like this trailer was dropping some hints about something, even if I can’t say concretely what it is…🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst theory #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst Crowley #twst yuu #kallistopost

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months

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[8:12 pm]

“Smile!” You heard a voice call out.

You turned to face the camera with a wide smile with your arms wrapped around Johnny’s waist and your face pressed to his chest.

“I think that’s enough pictures for tonight Mom,” Johnny chuckled. Every few displays, she would stop you both to take a picture of the both of you. A bright flash of light would go off and then she’d look down at her phone screen with a fond smile and continue walking until she got to the next spot where she wanted a picture.

“Nonsense! It’s your first time seeing the Christmas lights together, you’ll want to remember this,” she smiled warmly before taking her husband’s hand and walking down further from both you and Johnny.

“I’m sorry about her,”Johnny murmured after his mom was a good few feet away.

You smiled, “don’t apologize! She’s cute, I love her.”

He smiled warmly, taking your hand in his and led you down the walkway to look at more of the extravagant light displays.

This was your first Chicago Christmas. In previous years you and Johnny would either spend the time apart or spend it together in Korea, this year you had decided you wanted to spend it with his family. He had told you he loved going to the Christmas markets, going shopping, and all the food that his parents made during the holiday season. It was enough to sell you so here you were.

Despite it being nearly freezing outside, you never had it in you to tell Johnny’s parents no- even when the house had been so warm and cozy, especially under the fuzzy blanket Johnny’s mom had thrown over you with a Christmas movie playing in the background. The ground was wet from the rain earlier in the day and it was coldest it had been all day with the sun now fully set, but the lights from the Christmas light lane were gorgeous to look at. A lot of the houses had gone all out, lights that strobed with music, various inflatables, and different animals made from strings of lights. Johnny had told you that this had been one of his favorite traditions to do with his parents in the holiday season. He went every year he was in Chicago for the holiday season and never skipped even when he got to the age where he thought it was too lame.

He was happy that you were now included, years into your relationship, his parents loved you, he loved you, and you were finally joining in on exclusive family traditions. His parents had been very welcoming, including you in every detail of their usual traditions and daily routine like it was second nature to them. You woke up every morning with a cup of coffee made just the way you liked, a blanket draped over you while you laid on the couch, and even your usual shampoo in the shower when you got there. They were so excited to have you stay with them for the holidays, that they had even asked Johnny to share some of your usual traditions over the holidays so they could make you feel more at home. They made you love Johnny even more than you already did.

You had been so excited to leave that you failed to grab your gloves off the dresser in your room. Your pockets weren’t going enough to keep your hands warm out in the cold. You brought your hands up to your mouth and breathed hot air onto them before rubbing them together quickly and shoving them into your pockets to preserve the heat.

“There’s a little stand coming up that has some great hot chocolate,” Johnny smiled at you fondly.

You nodded, your ear muffs sliding forward until Johnny fixed them, “I feel like my fingers are going to freeze and fall off.”

He laughed loudly and pulled you into his side while you walked to the hot chocolate stand. The line was unfortunately long, a lot of people clearly having the same idea as the two of you, but you joined the line anyway.

You wrapped your arms around Johnny’s waist, burying your face into his back while you joined the back of the long line. He grabbed your hands and pulled them up under his jacket to rest right over the first layer of his T-shirt. “Baby! I can feel how cold your hands are,” he laughed while his body flinched, feeling the cold from your hands seeping through the cotton of his shirt.

“I told you! Maybe if you didn’t rush me I’d have remembered my gloves,” you pout, poking your fingers into his sides.

He squirms as you tickle him but let’s your warm your hands under his layers but keeping his hands over yours. You move up the line as one, shuffling forward without disconnecting your bodies.

“Smile!” You hear again. You turn, with your cheek pressed to Johnny’s back and hands buried under his jacket to keep your hands warm, with a bright smile.

“Gorgeous,” she smiles warmly. Finally, it’s yours and Johnny’s turn to order and you reluctantly remove yourself from his warmth. This is thankfully soon replaced by a hot cup of hot chocolate in one hand and Johnny’s free hand in the other.

You all stand huddled in a close group, taking sips of the hot chocolate while you discuss your favorite displays and plans for the rest of your stay. “We’re so glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Johnny’s dad smiles at your brightly.

You smile in return, “everything we’ve done so far has been so amazing. Thank you for including me.”

They wave you off, telling you you’re an official member of the Suh family before Johnny’s mom starts going on about Johnny proposing before they get too old.

With a deep sigh, Johnny follows his parents back to the car with your hand placed on his waist under his warm layers. He wraps his own arm around your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too, John.”

“More than my parents?”

Your silence is enough of an answer for him, unfortunately.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop au #kpop reactions #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct fluff #johnny imagines #johnny x reader #johnny fluff #johnny scenarios #johnny blurb #johnny timestamps

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thedustyleaves · 7 months

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hi bendix! any tips for drawing/ lighting backgrounds? yours are so gorgeous and cohesive, is there anything specific you think about when planning the layout and props?

Thank you for the question! I'll do my best to answer it, but if something doesn't make sense, feel free to hit me up with some follow-up questions, because sometimes I just end up rambling, hah!

There's a couple of things I keep in mind when I do my bigger illustrations. I always want certain things or characters to be in focus, so for my cowboy illustration, I wanted the four characters from my comic to be the main focus of the piece. I used a couple of different techniques to emphasize this, whereas one of them is lighting.

The background is overall a lot darker and has more contrast between dark and light, than the foreground. To further separate the group from the background, I used the window in the back to add a rim light (that honestly makes no physical sense but it looks neat so...), to make them feel more cohesive as a group.

The second thing is balancing the amount of details I put into it. While there is a lot of stuff, the background has broader, bigger and clunkier shapes than the group in the foreground does.

To keep the feel of the details to a minimum, I kept them within those shapes, so the paintings still feel like single boxes, with stuff in it.

This helps the foreground pop with all the smaller details I've added there.

The next thing is colour. The overall colour scheme is very reddish and brown, but to connect the four characters in the foreground, I added blue to them.

Kain, Christie and Dakon all wear bits of the blue and Raki is holding playing cards with the same blue, while his entire outfit is tinted blue-ish, so even if it's black, the cold tones match with the blues.

This also puts them in contrast to the background characters that are exclusively red/brown and stays within those colour groups.

The details on the table are only 3-4 colours as well; I like to keep my palette to a minimum so the things I want to stick out, actually stick out, and so it doesn't get too busy.

The final thing I like to do, is direct the gaze of the viewer, and use contrast in shape and gestures.

The background and the background characters has very straight lines ...

... whereas the foreground characters are more curved by leaning towards each other, and by sitting around a small round table, that forces them closer to each other as well.

To further direct the gaze of the viewer, I use the eye-lines of the characters. We tend to follow eye-lines in pictures, so I always make sure that my background characters (or some of them) are looking at the thing I want to show off, and that the main characters especially are doing the same thing.

When all is said and done, whenever I start a new illustration, I can basically picture it in my head because I have hyperphantasia. When I sit down to draw, I nudge things around until the idea fits as an illustration, so don't be afraid to just throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks. Winging it will take you far, hahah!

I hope this was somewhat helpful :)

#asks #tutorial

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eddieandbird · 6 months

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You read the note that was tucked into the lit frame of the vanity. Your reflection in the background beamed back, your nose crinkled and your lips formed a shy smile. Flutters of anxiety and excitement built up in your stomach as you continued to brush rouge upon your round cheeks.

“Knock, knock,” Eddie’s knuckles lightly tapped the door. His cologne begged you to turn around and take in the view. Your heartbeat picked up as you saw Eddie walking to you, his hair in more orderly curls than usual, his dark velvet suit being highlighted by a maroon button-up that exposed his chest tattoos. “Wow… Darling, you look totally gorgeous tonight,”

“I know, I got your little note,” You pointed to the letter. Eddie floated right behind you, both of you taking in every detail of your outfit; a long, glittering, black gown with a dangerously high slit sitting at the top of your right hip. “You don’t think it’s too much, is it? I know it’s a red carpet, but I haven’t worn this many sequins before,” Your giggle was met with a playful scoff from Eddie.

“Sweetheart, you’re with America’s up-and-coming rockstar. You’re gonna learn to shine as bright as I do,” He stood before you, warmly smiling and stroking your cheek. His fingers trailed down and traced along your collarbones. “In fact, I have a little something for you,”

“Babe, what?” You gasped as he positioned you back in front of the mirror. He chuckled as he pulled a small chain of diamonds out of his suit pocket. Your eyes were wide and fixed upon the light refracting off of it. In swift movements, you were surrounded by his arms again as he brought the necklace down to your chest and clasped it from the back. It was enchanting to watch how meticulous he was with it, adjusting it so the largest stone rested beautifully upon your chest. He gently squeezed your shoulders as he kissed your head.

“Saw this in a window display yesterday and I knew it had to be yours,” Pride sparkled through Eddie’s low voice. Your head turned to kiss the hands on your shoulders. “What do you think? Did your man deliver or what?” He raised his hands and smiled widely, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know why you ask, you know you always do,” your eyes rolled.

“I ask to make sure you’re treated like the absolute princess you are. I know my schedule will only grow busier, but I will never stop being your prince charming,”

#saw people reading my rockstar!eddie content so i had to 😘#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie pov #eddie notes #rockstar!eddie munson

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wisteriagoesvroom · 25 days

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helloooooo :)) sliding in with a generic marvel-esque vaguely criminal organization landoscar au with background lestappen because I am nothing if not predictable

Oscar is their resident poison specialist (he makes new poisons, tests them, makes antidotes, etc. for the organization to use). His preference is plant based poisons, like belladonna and nightshade, because he graduated college with a botany degree and therefore has a lot of knowledge about them that he can put for use. He spends most of his time in his greenhouse full of toxic, beautiful plants that he tends too very, very carefully. They’re his babies.

There’s a whole backstory involved with how he came to join the organization that involves him accidentally killing his college roommate

Lando is a former gymnast turned espionage guy who also does theft on the side for funsies that works for the organization. Like vaguely cat woman-y? Obviously he’s super flexible and super good at his job because duh.

His favorite hobby is breaking into Oscar’s greenhouse via the windows and watching him work. Oscar is super fascinating to him, and he’s enamored with how absolutely brilliant this quiet, stoic boy, with maybe five facial expressions total is.

Lando sits there and listens to Oscar ramble about his complex science things. He doesn’t understand most of it ngl, but he loves the way Oscar’s face lights up when he goes on a long tangent about the chemical properties of cyanide and why it’s superior to arsenic.

Also sometimes lando brings Oscar random pretty shiny things that he stole that he thinks Oscar might like and leaves them on his desk, kind of like a crow. Oscar keeps all of them in a box under his bed. He looks at them when he feels down (he doesn’t tell lando that)

Oscar is equally obsessed with lando but this is already wayyyyyy too long so 😭 you just gotta trust me on this one

And then eventually, the rest of the people in the organization pick up on the growing landoscar feelings situation. Alex and George give lando a bunch of (loving and caring) grief about it. A bet between them is born. “$50 lando is too chicken to confess to Oscar by the end of the month”

Yada yada time skip a week or so and lando and Oscar FINALLY do something about the tension between them one night late in Oscar’s greenhouse, lando freshly back from a mission. Boom they kiss and then lando, being the idiot that he is, as soon as they pull apart, goes “lol George and Alex owe me $50 now”

Cue misunderstanding trope. “Oh you only kissed me for a bet?? You don’t actually have feelings for me 😔 I knew it was too good to be true.”

Lando realizes his mistake but Oscar’s already out the door, disappeared into the night.

And then Oscar gets kidnapped by the enemy 🤗 because he’d normally be more aware and vigilant and stuff but his emotions are really going through it so. The ransom note comes through the next day.

Gonna leave it on that because otherwise I will spiral into a full blown fic when I already have too many wips to finish

I'M SO????? HOW DID U JUST RANDOMLY SLIDE IN HERE WITH THIS???? i am so obsessed with these details my god the POISON? CATMAN ESPIONAGEGYMNAST? christ. and then lando leaving him little gifts like a crow. OSCAR ACCIDENTALLY K-WORDING HIS ROOMMATE (and possible guilt)?? the classic misunderstanding thingy "but oscar gets kidnapped" leading to a climactic rescue oh oh oh this is the stuff of dreams.

idk what to do with myself exactly cus this is so gorgeous. anyway have a moodboard for your efforts cus like my goodness this was lovely to read.

#landoscar #814 #lemonadedino get back here #how can you craft something so beautiful and then leave me in meltdown #asks #this is so fun ahhhhh #i am so...#rly love the vibes #thinking fondly of They

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her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

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October 21st

Panties & Lingerie, Swiss x Reader

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Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Lingerie kink; kind of cracked; hella soft; body worship; piv sex; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; marking (someone posted a TikTok like an hour or so after they had sex and they were marked up to the Gods and it put me in a mood okay?); fingering; dry humping; praise kink;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It started out as a joke - you never thought he’d actually do it. You’d been on tour with the Ghost project Ghouls and Papa for over half of the shows at this point, when you and Swiss had decided to go out and explore the town. You passed a lingerie shop, a very famous one, actually, and as you stepped inside to window shop, Swiss had begun complaining. “You never wear anything like this for me.” “Why don’t I get to unwrap you?” Blah, blah, blah. It was frustrating to say the least.

And so, you said it: “Well, I’ll only wear a set like that if you do.”

You took his silence as him accepting defeat. You took his silence as him letting the subject go. What you didn’t expect was for him to haul ass back to the store and cart his purchases across multiple cities before he finally enacted his plan.

You got back to the hotel room after a bit of solo exploring to find the lights off and smooth jazz playing in the background. Electric candles served as the only source of light in the entire room, and rose petals led the way towards the bed closest to the window. From the entryway of the room, you could see Swiss’ bare feet twiddling to the sound of the music as he waited for you to arrive. The sight you saw as you got further into the room was… well, something.

Swiss lay there on the bed, his left side pressed into the mattress and facing the door so he could see your reaction. In his mouth was a single rose, no doubt pulled of any thorns that may dig into his sensitive skin. His head and beautiful black curls resting on his gorgeous, very large hand while the other rested atop his waist. He was completely bare except for a singular scrap of clothing covering his lower regions. You did a double-take before staring directly at it, unabashedly and unashamed at the length of time it took for you to realise just exactly what it was he was wearing. Panties. Women’s panties. The very same ones he’d pointed out to you in the lingerie store not one week ago. He playfully waggled his eyebrows at you when you’d finally looked back up at his face, a shit-eating grin plastered all across it letting you know that he knew he’d won the bet.

He removed the rose from his mouth. “You ask, baby girl, you receive.” He told you suggestively.

“What? Wh-when did I ask for this? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it. You look very delectable. But… when?”

He reminded you of what you’d said in the store and with no further comments he put the rose back in his mouth and gestured to a set laid out on the bed at his knees intended for you. The panties were exactly the same as his; same material, brand, set, colour, everything. Except you had a matching bra with harness details - and he fully intended to have you wear it right this second.

When you stepped out the bathroom in the lingerie he’d chosen, his mouth dropped like a cartoon. You could swear you saw his eyes bulge like one. “Satan give me strength,” he said once he’d regained composure - his voice dark and suggestive, “get your fine ass over here immediately.” He lay back so his back rested atop the pillows and his head and shoulders were against the headboard and patted his knee to suggest you straddle his hips. And when he felt your weight on top of him, he let out a groan of appreciation.

Underneath you, he was already at half-mast and the longer he drank in your appearance, the harder he got. Large hands roamed your body admiringly, feeling the softness of your form under his calloused fingertips, and eyes praising every curve and dip they could see. From this position, he could see all of you. There was certainly no hiding from him and the strength of his grip on your hips made damn sure of that.

He sat up, pressing his body against yours and let his lips roam around the available skin they could find. Open mouthed kisses were placed over your chest and breasts, where the cups were just a tad too small for you and had you spilling out of them. He kissed the crook of your neck, a sensitive spot for you which made you sit down just a little and apply pressure to his centre, earning you a thankful groan. The longer his lips stayed there, the more your hips moved, and eventually you found yourself grinding against his hardness and relieving a little bit of the pressure between you. The kisses on your neck and chest turned into licking and sucking until eventually, small bruises decorated your skin and left the flesh tender and sensitive to touch.

Eventually, you felt his hands rush to your hips and dig in, urging you to stop. “Gonna make me cum.” He told you, lips still pressed to your chest and the painting he was creating on your skin. He pulled you down for a kiss and took his free hand to your core, dipping it under your waistband and searching for that bundle of nerves still tingling from the pleasure you’d just felt. Once he found it, he set to work stroking it, working you as much as he could until you would tip over the edge. Neither of you thought it would take long given that you were also relatively close to cumming when you were grinding on him. Thus, he had you finishing and cumming all over his hand within just a few strokes. As you came, your fingernails dug into his bare shoulders and your body almost collapsed onto him. His fingers always knew how to work you perfectly, play you like the instrument he was so skilled in. He knew you so well.

With your hands still on his shoulders, you pushed him down onto the bed giving yourself more room to work. You pulled his panties down just enough to free him from the lace, and moved your own panties to the side before lining yourself up and sinking down. Swiss would usually stretch you out with his thick fingers before his considerable girth went anywhere near your cunt, but today you didn’t have the patience for it. Your hole was practically begging for him, stretched or not, and so you welcomed the bite of him pushing passed your entrance, and relished in the bordered pain that came with him bottoming out inside you.

His own face contorted in response, his eyebrows furrowing at your extra tightness around his length, and a strangled, “fuck!” falling from his throat. His hands gripped your hips again and squeezed, trying to distract himself from the intense feeling that was brewing in his stomach. Your own hands using his chest as leverage and allowing your hips to bounce freely as soon as you felt comfortable doing so.

“That’s it.” He praised, eyes glued to where you were both joined. “Just like that, baby. Fucking ride me just like that. Oh fuck!”

Swiss was, praises that be, on the more vocal side when it came to his pleasure. A little exaggerated at times, sure, but that was only because you relished in how he sounded. Mostly, though, all the noises he made were involuntary. Most of his praises and words he spoke he had no idea he’d even done so unless you felt like you needed to bring it up afterwards. Like the first time he told you he loved you was when you were in this exact position, riding his cock so good it just slipped out. Did he mean it? Absolutely. Was it intentional? Certainly not. Even then, when his eyes were darting between your cunt swallowing him hole and the way your breasts were pushed together by your arms resting on his chest, words just kept falling out.

“One day I’m gonna fuck those tits.” He told you. “Oh, fuck! Pussy feels so fucking good! So tight. Fuck. Not gonna last much longer, baby. Faster! Please, move faster. Just like that. Good girl. Keep fuckin’ going!”

His hands had, at this point, held your hips as still as possible, and in his own desperation to cum, he’d begun thrusting upwards. You were sure he had no idea he was even doing it, that his body had just taken over from the feeling of being so deep inside you. Even so, you let him control the pace, allowed him to take what he needed from your body and whispered sweet nothings in his own ears until it was his turn to cum.

As he let go, the veins on his neck began to stand out from the intense way his body was straining. His breath escaped him as he emptied himself into you, and it was only when some of the intensity had subsided he was able to breathe again. His hips had initially stilled inside you, but the more his orgasm dissipated, the more he could move again, slowly and shallowly thrusting into you until there was nothing left to give.

It took some time for him to regain his breath and his composure, and by the time he had, you were already lay at his side kissing his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He asked.

“I try.” You replied. “I gotta go clean up.”

“No stay just a bit longer. I’m too tired to shower.”

You laughed. “You can stay here if you have to.”

“And have you shower without me? No fuckin’ chance.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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kitmoas · 7 months

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purgatórium versenye

WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: **18+ ONLY** **MINORS DNI*** ***SMUT*** dark and demonic themes, cult vibes, gun and syringe, blood, gaslighting and stolkhome vibes, gives almost...Saw vibes in a way?, clicker training

As per usual if i forgot anything let me know

Author's Note: oh look I actually hit a deadline with this one! Okay second part of the double feature is here!! Again I am still getting back in the grove of writing so I'm sorry if this sucks, also I did not edit this at all sooooo yea

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Exhaustion filled your body but thankfully you knew that the wait was almost over. For the past three and a half years your world was four walls, dozens of gadgets, millions of sounds, and two women. It wasn’t torture by any means, the work was nice and the company of two of the most beautiful people to ever grace the Earth was even more nice, but you were more than ready to pack up the project and move on with the next item for your resume. You knew the frustration you had with this job was at no fault of your mentors, a failed experiment is never in the cards for anyone but you couldn’t help but feel some anger towards them and their actions throughout the years.

There is no doubt that they are gorgeous, charming, and extremely brilliant but you had to ponder their focus on some occasions. Yes, the job was granted funding for four years which allowed a bit of wiggle room when it came to how strict the workplace was on a day to day basis. It meant that the stress was off of the three of you to produce results quickly, but you never thought the efficiency would suffer. In your mind, if anything, it should have been even better since every single detail could be worked. It meant that you could have trial run after trial run, fixing any small little error that you could find but instead the deadline is rapidly approaching with not a single trail run completed.

“Hey, how do you feel about dinner tonight? Maybe go over the last stage of progress so that we can really get into “trials”?” Blinking, you turn slowly to the raspy voice. She’s a few inches taller than you and a soft smile graces her face as she looks down at you. Her hand is already reaching out towards you, fingers twitching as the tips get closer and closer to strands of your hair.

It’s easier to talk to her alone, she feels soft and safe. Her presence is calming and she rarely teases you in uncalled for moments, but when fun comes she’s the life of the party. Sarcastic and witty, she truly had it all and you know that she’s way out of your league but you just had to remember that she is your coworker; nothing more.

You don’t even realize you’ve nodded, agreeing to the plans before your brain can catch up but she’s smiling widely. “Great! I’ll cook, just go ahead and bring yourself and that pretty little smile.” Her hand cups your cheek, thumb graze along your lip before she quickly pulls away. Fleeting touches keep your brain in a spiral, a light haze causes it to be hard to think but your entire body buzzes at the compliment.

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It was the moment your Uber pulled up to the large house, gates opening slowly that you realized you had never asked about your crush’s background. There was no way that the research that you were doing paid for this property. You could barely pay your rent and still have enough money to eat anything besides instant ramen. No one ever got into this world for the money, it was all for the experience.

The attire you adorned was casual, no dress code given and no formal wear in your closet, you felt completely out of place as you climbed the front steps. The urge to flag down your Uber and run was strong, but you knew that if you finished this dinner you would be done and the end of the job would be near.

The door swung open quickly, a young man answering it almost the moment the first chime of the doorbell sounded. Your finger was still against the cool metal and the you knew that your face gave away just how surprised you were but you tried to shake it away when you were able to take in what he was wearing. Casual clothes, almost gym attire with what looked like nicer joggers and a colorful tight long sleeve shirt. “You my sister’s guest?”

His tone was crude, a brash contrast to how the sweet girl you knew spoke and you dumbly nod. It wasn’t that you weren’t used to people speaking to you rudely, you lived in the slums of New York City, but you weren’t prepared for someone who should know your status in the company to treat you as harshly as this.

“I would have thought the girls could have found a better option, but I suppose this will work.” He’s mumbling mostly, eyes trailing your body up and down before he starts to walk away. The door left open as you watch him retreat into the depths of the house.

It took you a moment, body frozen as you tried to figure out what to do. The toe of your shoe had barely touched the dark marble floor when a soft hand wraps around the edge of the door, smirking face popping out in front of you. Despite the racing of your heart, and the temporary fear in your throat, you begin to relax as the sight of your coworker. “Well hello édes szerelem, you’re late.”

The accent settles you even more and you can’t help but chuckle, finally taking your spot inside the doorway fully. “It wasn’t my fault.” You snicker slightly under your breath, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips as you watch the woman’s eyes roll. While you may not appreciate being so behind, you can dabble in the fun that she brings to the lab.

“You have literally been standing here like a frozen little gremlin for at least five minutes, I do believe it is your fault.” She grips your forearm, dragging you father into the foyer. She barely waits for you to take your shoes off, a look of confusion on her face as she watches you but thankfully a taunt doesn’t fall from her lips.

Your jaw drops slightly as she guides you farther into the house, twisting hallways and grand archways blur as she practically jogs. “Well I wasn’t expecting to be greeted by—“

“Pietro.” The sentence gets cut off by the woman you were most excited for as the two of you turn into a wide doorway. You were unsure exactly how she heard you that entire time, but you were glad she did because you felt like she could easily answer any questions that you may have. “I must apologize about him, he’s not too fond of guests; even Natasha here.”

The redhead chuckles, her grip on you finally relaxing as she separates from you and heads to the bar in the corner. “What can I say, not everyone likes me.” Finally feeling the ability to relax, you allow your eyes to roam and your body to settle on a comfy looking chair. You weren’t expecting such a cozy room, it almost looks like something a middle class family would have. Adorned with cheesy family pictures, a few worn in couches, a huge television and the recliner that you happen to be sitting in you could almost close your eyes and believe that you were at your uncle’s house to watch the lastest football game.

“Sure and it has nothing to do with the fact that you are a bika egy kínai szekrényben. “Your neck almost snaps as the foreign language catches your ears. Wanda had never once spoken the what you believed to be the native tongue of the mysterious woman drinking a martini in the corner, but here she was. It sounded fluent, a casual switch between English almost like she was with her grandmother who had immigrated to the United States.”

Scoffing, you can see the ginger purse her lips before she downs the rest of her drink. “Oh yes, let’s just hate Natasha, the new girl. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to fit in because you know I have! I’ve been working hard towards my goals and everything that the family wants time to finish to become one of you.” Her voice comes out in a hiss, anger fueling her speech and you realize that the two had to have forgotten that you were here.

Clearing your throat, you try to catch one of their attention. You didn’t want to intrude too much, but you also didn’t know where to go to excuse yourself. Jumping slightly you weren’t expecting Wanda to practically jump at you, her body rushing towards you but stopping just a few steps away. She smiles, but it’s a little bit to fake for her normal comforting grin. The look on your face must have indicated her mistake because Natasha immediately crosses the room, slapping the younger girl on the back softly.

“Now Wanda, don’t scare our guest.” The ginger smirks at you, reaching up to cup your face. Her eyes roll when you flinch, her fingers smooshing against your jaw to keep you still. “We aren’t going to hurt you darling.” She straightens her back, her head tilting to stare you down. “You don’t think we would hurt you do you?”

The other woman is hunched over, almost struggling to stand up, when you finally take notice of her, Your eyes straining to find hers as you search for some kind of signal what is happening. She adverts your gaze though and instead falls to her knees, settling comfortably and reaching out to lay a hand along your calf. The soft touch slows your heart rate and allows you to focus enough on the questions you were being asked. Slowly you shake your head, unsure of where the intensity has come from.

Biting her tongue as it slips between her teeth, her smile morphing her mouth some. “Good, now, it’s a custom to play a game. Won’t you play with us?” Her voice is sultry, grip on your cheek forces you to nod your head. She cuts you off before you can verbally answer, raising her eyebrows as she waits for you to actually fight her but she is met with nothing but silence. “Exactly, good. Wanda, would you tell them we are ready to begin?”

Time practically stands still as you watch your object of affection scurry out the door, and you have to gulp down your nervousness once more while you are alone with the older woman. You have many questions but the uncertain stretches across your skin. Anticipation was rising in your body, as well the blush that tinted your skin.

It was only a few minutes when Wanda returned, the small device that the three of you had been working on in hand, along with two women carrying covered platters. She makes eye contact with Natasha before beelining it directly towards you, her hand cupping your cheek immediately. “Trust me, everything will fall into the place that it’s meant to be.” Her voice is soft, eyes searching yours as she lets her thumb boop your nose gently. She smiles when she sees you mindlessly nod.

Your heart races the closer she gets and it practically stops when you realize what is about to happen, though your brain doesn’t get much time to catch up when her lips finally touch yours. The kiss is slow, tender, and it makes your confidence in her statement strong as you realize that she’s going to be the foundation that she falls on during this game. A small electronic click sounds in the room, echoing in the background, and though it sounds familiar you don’t pay it any attention.

A hand in your hair interrupts the moment you two are sharing, and while your body is tugged away from the older woman your mind stays stuck on it as Natasha’s grip tightens. She’s speaking but you can’t help the hazed look in your eyes as your focus stays on Wanda, unknowingly agreeing to whatever the ginger is saying. “Glad, I’m glad you agree.” Her voice, final and firm, shakes you and you try to turn to look at her but a cool piece of metal lands on your temple. “Nuh uh pretty girl, you agreed to the terms of my game. Now you play.”

A chill freezes your blood, your muscles locking up as your predicament settles in. Nodding, a small frantic motion, your eyes searching for Wanda’s to try and signal for help but she stands in the center of the floor. She’s calm but her eyes are sharp, watching you almost like a predator watches prey. You weren’t sure why she had your project, but you no longer cared about that. You just wanted to leave this house alive. “Don’t you want to play with us, sweetheart?” It’s her voice that makes you melt, even with the sharp digging of the muzzle into your skull. At your smile, and slight relaxation, another small electronic click.

Missing the evil smirk that spreads across the ginger’s face, unnaturally sharp teeth showing, you allow your body to press against hers. Believing that Wanda would get you out safely, you decide that you’re just going to allow this game to play out as it was meant to. “Eszter, step forward. Our players are ready for round one.” One of the girls approaches you, standing slightly off center from in between you and Wanda. “I, Natalia Romanoff, the GameMaster officially call a beginning to this trial. Lift the dome, Eszter.”

The gun is still lazily pressed against your head to keep you inline, and you flinch as a ringing sound radiates into the room when the metal lid scraps. There sits two levers, one red and one blue. “It’s simple, you each pick a lever and you better be fast after you choose. We wouldn’t want the game to end so early now would we?” She steps back, snickering as your body sways unstably.

A soft hand wraps around your wrist, Wanda reaching out to keep you upright and tugging you forward. She pulls you into another kiss, electronic click sounding. This one was rough, quick, as she forces her tongue into your mouth. It ends abruptly, she rips away from it and smirks at your breathless form. “Come darling, we have to play the game. You pick your lever first.” She sets your hand on the platter, releasing your wrist as she stands back.

You weren’t really sure what it meant but you knew that you wanted the blue one from the beginning, something drew you to it and you instantly lifted your hand there. Wanda barely reacts, eyebrow twitching slightly as she settles her hand on the red one. A soft countdown comes from behind you, punctuated by a tapping of metal against something. At the count of one you both pull your chosen colors, but only Wanda moves. She’s swift, and if you would have blinked you would have missed the dagger that flies out of the wall and just barely misses her. Thumping into the wall behind where she once stood, you can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your lips.

Natasha hums behind you, stepping up to press the gun to your lower torso and her hand roughly grabs your hip. Dragging you back so your ass is rubbing against her, and your back is digging into the gun. “You didn’t even move, as if you have a death wish idiot.” Her voice is mocking, teeth biting at your ear lobe. “If you want to live you’re going to have to play the game better than that.” Tutting she shoves you forward, before pulling you back to spin you around. She uses the barrel of the gun along your jaw to move your head around the way she wants, leaning in slightly to hover her lips over yours.

Chuckling, she watches as your eyes slip shut, and you take a shaky breath in. Lips parted pathetically as you wait for hers to touch. “Do you want me to kiss you, slut?” Her eyes shine, a glimmer that is found when you begin to nod. It’s a quick motion before you immediately try to take it away. Shaking your head to deny it, you didn’t like Natasha–only Wanda. “Nuh uh little one, you can’t take back your first answer.” Allowing her gun to run down your body she smirks at the shivers she causes, before she shoves the metal between your thighs. Tapping it randomly against your covered clit, it shocks you how quickly she finds it but your body reacts subconsciously.

Hips jumping at the contact, you try to lean into her. Electric click sounding loudly in your ears, echoing in the quiet of the room. You’re confused as you start to crave her touch, being denied it this entire time. You aren’t even sure how long she stands there, playing with your body, but you know that she never lays a finger on you but by the time she pulls away you are soaked. It causes you to fill with shame because you weren’t sure what kind of game you were playing, and you just wanted to live but you no longer wanted to escape. You should but you didn’t.

“Time for the next round, Dorottya. Bring forth the rest of the equipment, she’s ready.” Wanda jumps forward at Natasha’s words, wiggling up next to you as the last girl steps towards you; pulling the dome off as she comes closer. “This is even easier, no movement needed for the dumb little thing. Pick a needle, and one of our girls here will administer it to you.” She smiles at the two of you, it’s almost too soft and it makes you whine. It’s sinister the way she cackles at the sound, drawing you into her to just shove you back.

A click. Wanda giggles and kisses your shoulder. Another click. Her mouth stays there though, a low whisper coming out to calm down. “We find out the winner of this round at the end of the game, my love.” You melt and another click, the hint she gives you goes over your head at the possessive pet name.

Blindly you reach out, rolling the two syringes along the metal. Neither seem flawed nor do they seem to have any true differences, so you just grab one at random. You weren’t sure which girl grabs the shots because the brunette is dragging you into another kiss, her hand mapping out your body. Hands trailing up your shirt, forcing herself under your bra to thumb at your nipples. A click. You whimper softly, for some reason you’re extremely sensitive and you can feel yourself clench slightly around nothing at her touch. It had to be because of how long you pined over her, the gorgeous girl finally giving you the attention that you dreamt about for years. A click.

Natasha lets her body mold against your back, gun tapping methodically against the outside of your thigh as she grinds in your ass. “Look at you, finally willingly playing the game.” You can feel a bulge against you, and you can’t help yourself as you allow your hips to roll back into it. A click. Something was happening to your body and you just needed more, you wanted to be filled and you wanted Natasha to be the one to do so.

You move your body as much as you can, trying to find a way for your clit to rub against something. A click. You wanted some kind of relief from the rapidly approaching heat. It wasn’t something that you were expecting, but you were okay with this wild game if it meant that you would be taken care of by these ladies. Maybe it was all fake and they just wanted to be weird, you never know what kind of freaky shit rich people got into.

Clearing her throat, the ginger shoves you off of her. It causes you to tumble into Wanda, helplessly you flop onto her. You were surprised she could hold your weight but you were content to rub your face against your breasts, though you weren’t allowed to stay long. When the older woman behind you dragged you back down. She effortlessly moved you as if your body was made of a fluff, shoving you around until you were laid out on the ground. A click.

A growl comes out of her mouth as she lets her body fall on your aggressively, hips humping into you where she had forced your legs apart. It was rough and quick, a moment of chaos in the tight fisted control that the ginger usually had. A click. It was almost like she was losing herself in the pleasure, her hands all over you as she tugged your clothes down and ripped them. “Play the next round.” Her voice was deeper, rough and rumbly, as she moved on top of you.

You were confused but just as you opened your mouth to ask how, Natasha had pulled away only to be replaced with Wanda. Her mouth was on the exposed skin that was left behind from the ginger ravishing you, and her fingers were already swiping through the wetness that she found in between your thighs. A click. She slips two fingers into you, the tips at first just to test out how tight you were but she thrusts both in fully when a metal collar is slapped around your neck. It all happens at once and your vision blurs as you're filled by the brunette, your pussy stretching around her fingers. A click.

She uses her hips to shove her fingers deeper into you, while you were unsure of when your arousal got so high, you knew that you wouldn’t last long. A click. It had been so long since you were even touched slightly, and you had been dreaming of Wanda touching you for years. It was everything you dreamed of and you could feel the cool of her rings slightly. They were rubbing against your leaking hole, and your hips jut upwards when her metal wrapped thumb rubs tight little circles on your swollen clit. A click.

“I pick a card, you win if you get a face card. If you both get one, we continue to play until the first number card is chosen. Who is going to go first?” You can barely see where Natasha is sitting above you. Her voice is nonchalant as she shuffles the cards in her hand.

At the same time Wanda shoves a third finger into you, chuckling against your stomach where she’s leaving hickeys as her name falls from your lips. A click. You weren’t sure what was happening but you hear Natasha reading out the card she choses. It’s slow, and you let your head flop to the side. Forcing your eyes open you watch as the ginger slowly strokes her strap, it’s large and you crave it. A click.

The brunette on top of you moans, her hips have found home on your thigh and you can feel her wetness as she grinds down onto you. A click. It’s the feeling that almost pushes you over the edge unexpectedly. You didn’t think you were close, but apparently Wanda knew otherwise. “Natty she’s so fucking tight, her little cunt will be perfect even after she loses.” Her voice is shaky as she chases her own high, fingers inside you almost painful as her control fumbles. A click.

It’s in that moment that Natasha gasps, a taunting sound as she turns the next card over. It shows a golden five surrounded by butterflies, a soft sweet image for the torture you unknowingly subjected yourself to. “Well well look at this, it looks like the little whore lost.” A filthy moan falls from your lips when you hear the ginger’s words, and humiliation fuels your orgasm even more when you realize that losing has caused you to dangle even more dangerously over the edge. A click.

The collar around your neck suddenly drops, cold metal instantly tightening around you. Your eyes are wide open, though you are struggling to keep them that way, it allows you to watch as the oldest woman stumbles over to jerk off over you. It’s quick as she grunts, ropes of cum landing on your lower belly from the strap. It almost feels medical as she immediately pulls the harness off, the leaking tube leaves a trail of her cum along the floor as she sets it to the side.

Though sterile and professional, you can’t help the way the coil in your tummy begins to shatter when Wanda shoves a glob of the cum into your cunt. A click. Another click. Another click. Intense pain starts to radiate through your body, and a searing sting burns your neck. Through your foggy hazed brain, you can hear Wanda excitedly telling the other women that it’s working.

You can feel metal start to pierce your neck, the pressure breaking as does your skin and the pain throughout the rest of your body overtaking everything. A click. Another one. Your body starts to flail causing Wanda to struggle to keep herself inside you, but she continues to force three fingers into you as you react to the way she touches you.

“I see the brainless slut lost the second round too?” Natasha laughs, a full body harsh sound, before she comes over to you. Dangling over your face, she smiles at the blood starting to leak around your head. A click. “I guess we’ll see if the poison or the spikes kill you first, but don’t worry. Your body will be put to good use. It’s already conditioned to the sound, if we did this correctly it should react even when your heart stops.” It’s almost too soft as she speaks to you, but she gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

It doesn’t take long for you to stop feeling things, and the disappointment of a ruined orgasm runs through your closing veins. You can’t move or speak, and your vision is extremely blurry but you do see Wanda stand. The brunette leans down, a fake pout on her face as she looks down on you. “I’m sorry but I guess you won’t get to have a little fun before the end, Drágám. I tried but our formula must work too well.” A click.

The two stand shakily, a sigh falling from their lips as they watch the puddle of blood get larger underneath you. “That’s going to be a pain to clean, they won’t be happy about that.” Pietro’s voice cuts through the room like a knife, suddenly showing up. “Did you have to be naked for this one? I don’t need to see my sister like this.” He pretends to puke, and for a moment things could be seen as normal. The three of them laughing and acting as if they were family, off to go find their elders to show them what they made. The sacrifice they have for them, almost like a present that Natasha has brought them to be accepted into the family.

Your eyes are wide when the beating stops, when the world goes quiet and the pain ends. Even so, as a click echoes through the room your body convulses and your empty cunt pulses.

Translations are loose: English to Hungarian

Drágám -- darling

bika egy kínai szekrényben-- bull in a china closet

#kitmoas | Necrosis #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #dark natasha x reader #dark natasha romanoff #dark natasha romanoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw #wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat x y/n

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sp00kymulderr · 4 months

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part 2 of gift wrapped

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+. unprotected p in v, sex toys, cursing, drug mention, dieter continuing to be ridiculous but he just loves you so much. Unedited drivel.

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Dieter has another gift for you

A/N: This one goes out to my darling @chronically-ghosted who is forever encouraging of the bravo brainrot, and in fact often makes it much worse. Love ya, Taylor! Merry Christmas! Comments and reblogs forever appreciated. To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates or see taglist details on my masterlist. Header by me. Credit to banner maker.

It wasn’t exactly the Christmas Eve you’d planned.

It was significantly better.

Getting railed by your boyfriend under the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree; room full of the sounds of moans, the slap of skin on skin, the jingling antlers that were now atop his head as he fucked you from behind to the rhythm of Jingle Bell Rock playing in the background.

“Dee...fucking...don’t...stop…” You were crying out, face practically buried against the carpet, his hand softly pressing between your shoulder blades before smoothing down to join his other in gripping your hips tight. All the while, jingle jingle jingle with every shake and shiver and somehow the ridiculous noise is only getting you wetter and closer.

“C-cookie you’re so...ah fuck” Dieter groans behind you, slowing down his movements to press deep and hard into you as he nears his peak, making you reach back and claw his flesh desperately. Your body feels like the Christmas trifle, all jelly and cream, as he pulls you apart in ways only Dieter knows how.

The track changes to something slower and more mellow just as his fingers slide soft from your hip and down over your stomach, before finding their place at your clit. Your whole body shudders in ecstasy and you push back hard on him as you come once more.

Dieter follows moments after, a guttural moan stuttering out of him accented by the bells and more beautiful than any christmas carol. He mutters something breathless about ‘dipping his cookie in his milk’ that you choose to ignore as he leans all the way down and presses a kiss to your back.

Yeah, much better than the evening of family phone calls and Christmas day prep you’d had planned.

You’re both silent for a few moments, catching your breath as the dulcet tones of East 17 play on in the background and the antlers fall off somewhere behind him. Dieter eventually slipping out of you and finding his place next to you on the carpet to bask in the afterglow, and in the illumination of the tree lights.

“Best present ever?” He asks with that confident smile even as you scoff at him.

“Wasn’t on my list. But…best present ever” You grin back, turning on your side to face him and letting your eyes once again wander the glory of your boyfriend laid bare before you. He really is gorgeous, every inch of him.

Dieter props up on his elbow and rests his head on his large palm as he watches you back. Love abounds beneath those deep brown eyes. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment before responding.

“Got you something else. Well, a few things but one you should definitely open tonight” He’s already sitting and reaching over you to the gifts beneath the tree to find the one he meant. Your brow furrows.

“Baby, we’re opening presents tomorrow. You know, when my family gets here” You remind him as you sit yourself up too.

He huffs out a little bit of a laugh that has you suspicious. There’s that mischievous look on his face again, the one he often has when he’s high and has a ‘great idea’ (much as you suspect was how his gift wrapped dick had come about).

“I don’t think you want to open this one in front of your family, cookie” Dieter mutters lowly.

“Oh god” is about all you can return, but you’re not exactly not intrigued. Dieter had always had a unique idea of gift giving. Like that birthday when you’d just started dating and he’d signed you both up for goat yoga at a retreat in Switzerland.

“Come on cookie. Let me spoil you”

He hands you the present. It’s pretty heavy, in a rectangular box and wrapped about as well as he’d wrapped his cock before. You give him one more look of uncertainty, which he returns with a sly wink, before giving in and ripping open the present.

The box is unassuming, sleek matte black with no notable information on it. When you open the box though, it’s not what you expect. Maybe you should have known.

“So…are all my presents gonna be dick themed?” You laugh, as you pull a silicone dildo from the box.

“Just the really good ones” Dieter smirks back, still watching you like a hawk as if waiting for you to realise something.

You examine the thing for a moment, taking in the features of the realistic looking thing before the other shoe drops.

“Oh. Oh my god. This is…”

It’s a near perfect silicone copy of his cock. Shape and ridges and that slight curve, girth and length. It’s practically exact.

“Mine” Dieter nods with a proud look as you hold the thing in your palms and look between it and the real one.

“Not one of those cheap kits either. Got a buddy who runs this sex toy business, real high end quality shit” He continues enthusiastically as you continue to stare at the toy. It feels good in your hands. It’d definitely feel good inside you and he knows you know it with the way he’s watching you.

Fuck, he’s got you horny again.

“So you got your friend to make a dildo of your own dick, just for me?” You ask softly.

“Yeah” He answers, rubbing his neck in sudden uncertainty as if he’s just realised you might not like it. “You know…since I’m away a lot with the filming schedule so tight. It’s-”

It’s really kind of oddly sweet. His way of taking care of your needs in those times he can’t be there. You do like his cock a lot, after all.

“I love it” You smile, practically jumping in to his lap to kiss him.

Dieter’s joy returns tenfold as he kisses you back passionately and excitedly. It’s a gesture of love, in his own way, and that you see it that way too just cements how meant for each other you are.

“Merry Christmas, cookie” He mumbles against your lips, pulling back to continue “You wanna try it out?” with a wiggle of his brows.

“Fuck yes I do” You respond immediately and with enthusiasm.

“Good” He reaches into a bag to grab something.

Ah, a bottle of lube. Christmas cookie flavour, of course.

“Because I’ve got an idea or two”

#Dieter bravo x reader #Dieter bravo x you #Dieter Bravo smut #pedro pascal characters #pedrostories #this was a slapdash attempt because I had about an hour to write it all so ignore the many many mistakes #also ignore how ugly the header is I was rushing

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patito-oward · 9 months

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First Times

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WC: 1.8k

Summary: a first date with Pato

Tags: tooth rotting fluff

I wrote this all today, and I think it’s really cute, also could become a multi part series of like all the firsts with Pato, idk let me know what y’all think. please like and reblog i love y’all 🫶🏼🫶🏼

YN doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Dating always seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. At the end of the day, she knows she’s doing it because of the voice in the back of her mind saying “what if he’s the one?”. The hopeless romantic in her is apparently winning, because despite how frustrating it is to get dressed up and look her best for a mediocre night filled with boring conversation, she’s still going.

She’s being set up with a friend of a friend’s brother, who’s honestly one of the most attractive men she’s ever seen, at least on his instagram. From what she knows about him she’s very apprehensive. He’s a famous race car driver, which has her hesitating in so many ways it’s hard to list them all, and his instagram honestly makes him look like a slut. Applying the finishing details to her makeup she steps back to take a final look at herself in the mirror and smoothes out her outfit. They’re going to a pretty fancy place, so she’s wearing a black satin maxi dress with black heels, simple yet elegant she thinks.

As her uber pulls up to the restaurant she quickly notices that all the cars in the parking lot are incredible fancy. She double checks her appearance in her phone camera before heading in. The host leads her to the table where he’s already waiting for her, but quickly stands up.

He reaches his hand out “Hi, I’m Pato.”

“YN, It’s nice to meet you.”

He grabs her chair and pulls it out for her, then quickly sits down across from her.

Pato was stunned as the woman that just sat down in front of him may be the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. He’d never let her know this but he spent a borderline stalker ish amount of time scrolling through her instagram before going out with her. Dating was something that made him incredibly nervous.

When he was younger he didn’t date much because he was a bit of a late bloomer, and now he tries his best to avoid it. It’s not that he doesn’t want someone in his life, he wants it more than almost anything, it just seems so impossible with his lifestyle. He’s on the road for seven months of the year which makes it really hard to not only meet someone but maintain a relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t have his choice of gorgeous women, he’s never failed to find someone to spend the night with if that’s what he wants, but it usually only lasts a night. In the past year the few girls he’d been on multiple dates with had made it clear that they were more interested in his fame and money than him.

His sister had set him up with YN, she’s convinced that he’s lonely and needs someone to play matchmaker for him. At least one of those things is true. As he sat across from her now, all of his annoyance at Elba for making him go is fading away. She’s beautiful but not in a lip filler and face lift way, she’s got the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, and he can feel himself falling for her already.

He kicks himself as he can already see himself marrying and starting a family with her. It’s what he always tries to picture with other women but is never able to.

The restaurant has an incredible atmosphere to it. Candles on each table and dim lighting overhead setting the mood, and quiet classical music playing in the background. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“Oh, no I just got here. You look amazing by the way.”

She smiles and looks down at her lap, “Thank you.”

As she starts looking over the menu she sees that all of the food has a ridiculous name and description that you’d have to spend an hour trying to understand. She finally settles on some sort of salad, just hoping that it’ll be good. When the waiter comes over, Pato tries to show off by ordering an almost $200 bottle of wine for the table. Her jaw drops a bit as she starts to wonder how she’s going to afford to split this bill, she’ll have to put dinner on a credit card.

She can’t help but feel out of place in this environment, hands fidgeting with her dress the entire night. As the night goes on they learn more and more about each other, sharing anything and everything. From favorite color to deepest fears, if YN’s being honest, it’s the most she’s connected with a date in a while. Then they start telling about their families, and how they grew up.

She realized quickly that he grew up with more money than she did. As he talked about the large house he grew up in and his father’s job, she felt out of place all over again. She grew up in a small apartment in New York, always wearing hand-me downs and eating off brand cereal. It’s not like she was ungrateful, her mother gave her and her sister everything she could with what she had, being a single mother and all, but it did make her feel looked down on when she was around people who had so much.

Pato felt like a moron as she began to tell him about how she grew up. It wasn’t until she brought up her single mother and how she moved to texas with $35 in her bank account that he realized how uncomfortable she was. He noticed how she was playing with the extra fabric on her dress that bunched around her thighs, and how stiff her posture was.

“This isn’t really your place is it?”

She tries to shrug it off. “It’s a nice place.”

“But you’re uncomfortable.” It’s not a question but a statement. She nods her head and looks down at her lap sheepishly. “Man, I feel like such an idiot. I wanted to impress you, but it’s clear none of this impressed you and now I’ve made a fool out of myself.”

“Can we just get out of here?”

He sighs, knowing he fucked up the date and calls for the bill. When it gets there she starts digging through her purse to find her credit card.

“What are you doing?”

She looks at him confused, “Um, getting my card?”

“No I took you on this awful date, I’ll pay for it.” She wants to argue, but knows that she quite literally can’t afford to, so instead offers a hushed thank you.

When they walk out to the parking lot he tells her to at least let him drive her home, and she agrees. He walks her over to his car but stops right in front of it. “I guess this doesn’t impress you either.”

She stares at the light blue sports car, “Not really, no.”

He laughs self-deprecatingly, “Strike two, I’m on a role tonight.”

She climbs into the car, but doesn’t hesitate to look at him sideways when the door opens upwards. He starts to drive towards her apartment when she rattles off the address, he knows the area vaguely. They don’t say much on the drive home, the radio softly plays in the background, and she gives the occasional direction.

“Turn in here.”

“What?”

“Turn. In. Here.” He turns into an In-N-Out parking lot but looks thoroughly confused. “Go through the drive through.”

He does as she says and she orders for the both of them. As they pull up to the window to pay she pulls out her card. “The first part of the night was on you, let me get this part.”

”You’re not tired of this yet?”

“Well you still have a third strike.” He smiles at her as they accept the food from the second window. “The place was not so great, but the date wasn’t going so bad.”

“I’m so glad you’re giving me a second chance.” He pulls into a parking spot and they continue their date where they left off. They click so well, and YN knows that this definitely won’t be their last date.

“This is an american monstrosity.”

“How have you never tried it?”

“Come on, you’re messing with me.”

“No I’m not,” YN takes another fry and dips it into her shake, then holds it out to him. “Eat it.” He gives her an unsure look, but eats it anyways. He makes a show of eating it, but doesn’t say anything. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Ha! You did like it.” She’s laughing at him even though there’s nothing to really laugh at, she’s just very happy.

He’s smiling at her also happy to be with her, “You look really beautiful.”

She’s not laughing anymore, but there’s still a smile plastered on her face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

The smallness of the car has them close together anyways, but they’ve also leaned into each other. Pato’s voice is hoarse, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

YN closes the gap between them, and the kiss is everything a first kiss should be. She feels as if there’s fireworks going off in her stomach, and she’s a little dizzy. The kiss is soft and slow and sweet, his hand is resting on her face and caressing her cheek. YN has her hand resting on his shoulder. He tastes like chocolate and french fries and something else that she thinks she wants to be buried with.

When they pull away her head is swimming and she needs a moment to get her thoughts together. He’s the first to speak, “It’s getting pretty late I should probably take you home.”

“Yeah, you probably should.” but she makes no effort to move away from him.

He finally moves away from her, and he takes their trash to a can that was outside. They continue talking on the way to her apartment, the car less tense now. He walks her up to her door, but stops when they arrive. “Thank you for going out with me tonight, I had a great time.”

“I can honestly say I did, too.”

“So did I get a third strike, or am I going to get to see you again?”

“When we’re you thinking?”

“Tomorrow night?” He gives her a bit of a sheepish grin, really hoping she’ll say yes.

She tilts her head at him, “That quickly?”

“I don’t see the point in waiting,” he grabs her hand in his. “I won’t get much done anyways, I’ll be distracted thinking about this incredible girl I went out with.”

“Your flirting will get you far in life.” She turns her key in the door and opens it.

“Is that a yes?”

“Pick me up at 5.” He can’t believe his luck as she begins to shut the door and he turns away. “Oh, and Pato?”

He turns back towards her door, “Yes?”

“Bring a normal car this time.”

He laughs, and she breaks into a 1000 watt smile. “Yes, darling, whatever you say.”

#pato o'ward #pato o'ward x reader #pato o’ward fanfiction #indy car

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