#the next time if someone flirts with me i am insulting them

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (7/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Having a movie night is a good way to spend the evening with your roommate. If it were not for the wine that loosens the mouth.

Warnings: TENSION, FLIRTING (you've been warned), alcohol consumption, a Charles picture (badly edited), Cars (movie)

Word Count: 3k

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A/N: I'm sitting here like a fourteen year old whose crush admitted to liking her. that's how I'm feeling about this chapter. feedback is appreciated!

"You're kidding me."

"I would never."

Charles sets his wine glass on the coffee table as you clutch yours, though there's not a sip left in it. "How have you made it through life so far?"

You shrug. Charles looks at you with a look like you kicked a dog and insulted his mother. "I never got around to it."

That's only half the truth. Since you moved out of your parents' house, you'd actually had plenty of time to catch up on that sort of thing. But at some point you had decided for yourself that it was too late to get into it in your early twenties, when you should theoretically be out of it.

Apparently Charles doesn't see it that way. He reaches for the remote control and presses a few buttons until first a castle and then a bouncing lamp appear on the television in front of you. He then presses the stop button and turns back to you. "Get comfortable, because you're not getting off this couch again until we're done here." He places the bowl of popcorn between you on the couch. "And if you fall asleep, you'll have to watch the movie again."

You pour yourself some more wine and take a big gulp. As some of it runs out of the corner of your mouth, you wipe it away with the back of your hand. "Aren't we too old for this?"

Charles raises an eyebrow before pressing the play button. The screen goes black and you hear someone take a deep breath in and out before an off-screen voice says okay, here we go. focus. The grin on your roommate's face grows so wide it almost touches an ear. Speed. I am speed.

"You're never too old for Cars."

Apparently Charles not only works in the car industry, but is obsessed with cars. And even more so with this film. 

Out of the corner of your eye you can see that he is silently moving his mouth to speak along with every single character while you sit next to it, eating popcorn and drinking your wine. 

The beginning of the film doesn't particularly captivate you. An arrogant car with no team spirit as the protagonist. For sure he would make friends in the course of the film and appreciate them and then he wins his race. Very predictable. Even for a children's film. 

All you have to do now is stand there and let me look at you, Lightning McQueen says to the Porsche and you cringe.

"Wow, that's hardly bearable." You put a piece of popcorn between your teeth and wash it down with a gulp of wine. 

Charles, who has slid down a little further on the couch, looks at you. "Lightning or the whole movie?" He reaches for his glass on the table. 

You spread your index finger from the glass and point it at the screen. "Lightning. That was so slimy. Like anyone would fall for that." As Sally embarrasses the hell out of the red speedster, you thrust your fist into the air enthusiastically. 

Charles laughs. "So you're not into that sort of thing to seduce you?" He sips his wine, you shake your head. He props himself up on the seat with one elbow, resting his head in his hand, and stretches his legs out in your direction so that he's almost completely on the couch. He dangles the wine glass casually in his free hand. The film pauses. "How else can you be seduced?"

If you hadn't caught the phone call this lunchtime and the conversation with Joris, both of which involved a woman, you might think that Charles is flirting with you. That maybe he sees more in you than his roommate and friend. And if your ex-boyfriend hadn't spoiled your mood before - or generally not crossed your life - you'd go for it, too. 

You glance at Charles. He has taken off his jumper sometime after the second glass of wine and thrown it towards the dining table chair, so that he is lying next to you in his shirt. The strands of his hair stand on end after running his hand through them several times and his cheeks are slightly flushed. His green and otherwise alert eyes seem a little misty, almost certainly due to the alcohol. 

And his smile. God, his smile is so crooked and beautiful and his dimples give him something childishly cheeky that makes your heart beat a beat faster. 

Is he cute?, you hear Vicky's voice in the back of your mind. 

Damn cute, even. 

'Definitely not like that,' you finally answer his question, lowering your gaze towards your wine glass. If your mind is already drifting like this, maybe you should stop drinking. 

"How then?", Charles asks, his eyes fixed on you. 

Unsure, you look at him. "Why do you want to know?" Inwardly, you command your heart to give it a rest. Just because he asks doesn't mean he needs the knowledge for himself.

"Well, maybe one day a guy will come along who doesn't know how to approach you. And then I can give him a hint, if you want," he explains with a shrug, before taking a big sip of his wine and emptying his glass. 

You try not to let on how much his answer hits you. Somehow you hoped he would want to know that for himself, in case he decided to approach you at some point. But apparently you haven't been listening to Charles properly for the last few hours. 

That's what friends are for, after all. 

You're my friend. 

For not being a good friend to you. 

And friends who live together fight in between. 

Inwardly you slap your forehead with your palm. The wine is definitely to blame for your thoughts. 

"When you remember little things," you finally answer Charles' question and set your glass down on the table, which Charles seems to take as an invitation to top up, and before you can do anything about it he has refilled your glass. 

"Little things?" Charles lies back in his comfortable position and eyes you. 

You nod. "Yes. Like the fact that I think peonies are much prettier than roses, or that I prefer muffins to cupcakes. Little things like that, that define me." You shrug. "It just shows that the person has been paying attention and cared about me."

Charles nods, and you think he glances briefly at your almost empty wine bottle before reaching for the remote again. "Good to know."

The film continues and you decide that little blue Guido is your favourite character. As Lightning McQueen pulls yellow Betsy across the road and chats to Luigi and Guido, you raise your eyebrows in surprise. 

"Kind of strange to hear Formula One mentioned."

You notice Charles stiffen beside you, but his gaze remains forward. "Why?"

You reach - despite your brain vehemently telling you not to - for your glass. "Well, it's an animated film and the fact that Formula One is mentioned makes it kind of real. Although it's not. You know what I mean?"

"Do you watch Formula One, then?" asks Charles a counter-question, without answering yours. By now he is looking at you, but you can't interpret the expression on his face.

As you shake your head, he seems to relax a little. For whatever reason. "No. I used to watch it with my grandfather. Back when Michael Schumacher drove for Ferrari. We watched every race and cheered for the red team." You take a sip. "I lost sight of it at some point."

"Do you think you'd still be a Ferrari fan now if you'd stuck with it?" your roommate asks. Why he's so interested in it, you don't know. 

You point to the two Ferrari fans from Cars and smile. "Isn't everyone a Ferrari fan somehow? Even if they're not?" You turn back to the film and continue sipping your wine. 

Which is definitely not the best idea, because it seems to cloud your thoughts and loosen your mouth, because when Lightning decides to help Radiator Springs, it just bursts out of you. "Lightning is hot."

Charles, who has just taken a sip, chokes and nearly coughs his guts out. When he has calmed down, he looks at you, distraught. "Excuse me?"

"Yeeeees." You turn a little in his direction and pull your legs to your chest. You're sitting opposite each other now, except that Charles is lying down. "Not so 'wow, I'd like to fuck him'-hot. But his vibe makes him hot."

Charles wiggles his eyebrows. "I was once told I looked like him."

You have to laugh out loud, and you reach into the popcorn bowl once and throw it at him, laughing. He's not that quick to open his mouth to catch the pieces, but he gathers them up off his shirt and puts them between his teeth, grinning. 

"Why are you laughing like that? Someone actually said that once! Don't you believe me?"

You realise that the wine has gone to your head, because you can hardly stop laughing. You can hardly breathe and tears spring to your eyes, which you wipe away with the hem of your jumper. Your stomach hurts and you force yourself to breathe in and out deeply. "No, I believe you. But Lightning is just hot, and you're cute. There's a difference between the two."

Your sober self, which is napping somewhere deep in your brain, startles from its slumber and would love to slap you for it. 

Charles cheeks turn even redder and somehow the hem of his shirt seems very interesting because he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger before looking at you. "So you think I'm cute?"

This time he is quicker and catches the piece of popcorn you throw in his direction with his mouth and chews on it with relish. "Oh, come on. I'm definitely not the first one to say that to you," you try to somehow talk your way out of it. "I'm probably just the first to say that without flirting with you. My statement is to be considered purely objective."

"Objective, then?" He sits up a little straighter. "What would it look like if you were flirting?"

You put your wine glass down on the table and decide to actually let it go for today. You've definitely said too much, which you'd almost certainly regret tomorrow, and just thinking about how weird things might get in the morning makes your blood rush to your ears. So you reach for the popcorn. "I'm not doing that to you."

Your roommate raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Why? Are you that bad?" he quips.

You shake your head playfully. "On the contrary. I'm so good at it, you'd fall in love with me instantly," you joke, and have to grin, but Charles doesn't return it. 

"Don't worry," he replies without taking his eyes off you. "It takes more than that to make me fall head over heels in love with someone."

You'd love to ask what exactly it takes, but why should you care? You're friends, he's made that clear. And you should definitely get it through your head. In your drunken estimation, the line of friendship you're walking right now is clearly too narrow for your liking. 

You purse your lips and watch the film in silence. The mood has changed, no longer as easy-going as it was a few minutes ago. You would like to say something, but you don't know what, so you sit still. 

When you reach the point in the film where Lightning pushes the King across the finish line - against your expectations - to finish third in the Piston Cup, you can't stop the sob that leaves your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye you see Charles looking at you. And then all the dams break.

"How can a film about cars - about cars, Charles - make me cry like this?" You wipe away your tears. "This isn't normal. What's the point? It's a movie for kids, for fuck's sake."

Charles' smile is gentle. "No swear words, please. The film is my favourite."

"The film is first class." You try to breathe but hiccup as a result and Charles has to laugh slightly. "Oh, shit. Do kids even understand how important the message is? That it doesn't matter if you win or not as long as you do the right thing and have your friends around you?" 

"There are two more parts, by the way. We can watch those too if you like," Charles suggests and he looks a little offended when you shake your head and get up from the couch. 

"Let me process this movie first and then we'll see." You grab the empty wine bottles and glasses to take them to the kitchen. Charles grabs the bowls and you put the dishes in the sink. Neither of you would manage to wash them properly yet and with a single glance you silently agree to clean up the rest of the living room in the morning. 

You go together to the bathroom where you get ready for bed. You are brushing your teeth when your gaze catches his in the mirror. You smile at him. "But I would love to watch the films with you. I had a lovely evening, if that wasn't clear." You spit some excess foam into the sink. "Thank you for that."

Charles sticks his thumb in the air and washes his mouth out before answering you. "Anytime." He places his toothbrush in his cup. "I haven't had this much fun watching a movie in ages." As he looks at you, his gaze goes through your skin and bones. "Thank you for forgiving me. I couldn't bear it if you were angry with me."

As he combs his hair with a brush - yours - you rinse out your mouth as well. It's so mundane the way the two of you get ready for bed next to each other, as if you've grown up together and not as if you've only known each other for exactly one day. This familiarity between you should feel strange, but you have to admit yourself that nothing has ever felt better. 

"I don't think I can stay mad at you for long." You tie your hair into a braided pigtail, which takes a little longer than usual because of the wine. "I like you far too much for that."

You don't wait for his answer, but leave the bathroom, grabbing your camera and phone for a moment. "Do you have your AirDrop on?" you ask him. "So I can send you the photo."

"Oh, yeah. Hang on a sec." He rummages around among the cushions on the couch for a moment until he pulls out his phone and taps away on it. You look at your screen, and see "CL iPhone" flashing up. You press his name and the picture your camera automatically sent to the phone app is now sent to Charles. He looks at it for a moment. "I look so good."

"Don't get too carried away," you laugh and move towards the bedroom door while Charles gets his bedding from the wardrobe in the hall. You watch him for a moment as he gets his things ready. "Good night, Lightning."

His smile is so gentle you could melt. "Good night."

After closing the bedroom door behind you, you slip into your sleeping clothes and climb under your duvet. With your phone in your hand, you lie down on your side. You release the key lock and Charles' picture appears. 

He is right. He does look good in it. 

Just as you are about to plug your phone into the charger and put it away, a message pops up on the screen. 

CL iPhone would like to share a photo

Surprised, you click on "Accept". 

You giggle and think about sending a picture back, but don't. "You can sleep in your bed tomorrow," you shout across the flat and receive a "Thank you!"

Grinning, you snuggle into your pillow and force yourself not to stare at the picture he just sent you. It's almost cheeky how he can still look so good after such a long day and a bottle of wine. 

You put your phone next to your pillow and turn onto your back. To cope with this situation, you have to draw clearer lines. And lock away the thoughts that are running around in your head in between. 

You have a crazy ex. And there's something going on with Charles too, although you don't know what exactly. It definitely wouldn't be the right time for either of you to develop feelings for someone. And as often as he's referred to you as his friend, you want to spare yourself the shame of falling for someone who doesn't want you. 

You put your forearms over your face. 

You have known each other for twenty-four hours. How can someone be so etched in your mind after such a short time? 

You blame your emotional state on the wine, close your eyes and try to think of something else. Of cute penguins, puppies, sheep. But the thoughts circle and circle and always find their way back, as if they only know this way. 

Always back to Charles. Charles. Charles. Charles.

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[sweetestdesire]

IT'S ONLY A GAME

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of alcohol consumption, sex while under the influence, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader finally breaks Quinn Hughes winning streak.

"What the hell, Quinn? You've humiliated me again!" Y/N shoved her hair over her shoulder and threw a glance at the Scrabble board, shaking her head in confusion at the defeat she'd just received. She turned her attention back to Quinn who sat across from her at the dining table lounging in his chair.

Quinn gave her a smug look that should have annoyed her, but all it did was encourage a smile. Every hour that passed by had her appreciating his company more and more.

"How did you do that?" Y/N asked.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "It's not my fault. I kept trying to dumb myself down to give you a chance, but I just can't sink that far."

Y/N felt a laugh building inside her even as she scowled at him. "I guess I don't have anyone to blame but myself.” She said. "You don't look very smart so it gave me a false sense of security."

The sound of Quinn’s deep laughter drifted toward her as she reached across the table to pack up the game. They'd shifted back and forth between trading teasing insults and flirting all night, but it had reached the point now where she didn't even realise she was doing it anymore.

"Smartass. You have a surprisingly quick mouth for someone who looks so sweet."

Y/N sent him a smile as she swept the tiles from the board. "That's one of the things men usually like most about me." She didn't know whether it was the buzz from the wine that had her saying things she wouldn't normally say or the fact that Quinn had just proven to be easy company.

Y/N lifted her gaze with the intention of continuing on, but her eyes met his and a sudden shock of awareness passed between them that made her heart trip. Quinn maintained the connection, patiently watching her, and a feeling of longing came over her the likes of which she'd never experienced before. The entire moment only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to stir a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Quinn leaned forward to help pack away the game, his movements dispersing the strange mood that had settled over them. "Why's that?" He asked.

"Why's what?" She had no idea how he could act like nothing had happened when she could barely string two words together.

"Why do men like your mouth?" Quinn raised his brows, appearing entertained by the new direction the conversation had headed. "What do you do with it that keeps them coming back for more?"

A flood of erotic images washed over her and the words that had flowed freely all night faltered. While she pictured what she could do to him with her mouth, Y/N took her time placing the rest of the Scrabble contents in the box, hoping if she stalled long enough he'd move on to a different subject and her heart would stop thumping so hard.

Unfortunately, the sound of his low chuckle told her otherwise. She glanced up to catch him looking at her again, his smile helping to ease the sudden tension.

Y/N narrowed her eyes and flicked one of the Scrabble tiles at him. "Stop teasing me."

Quinn blocked her attack and grinned. "I can't help it. You're cute when you blush."

"People always call me cute.” Y/N said. "I'm not cute."

"I disagree. Besides, you're other things, too." He pushed his chair back and stood, nodding in the direction of the kitchen. "Let's grab the other bottle of wine and I'll humiliate you on the Wii next."

Y/N shoved her chair away from the table. She wasn't sure if the teasing would bother her coming from anyone else, but from Quinn it seemed to work like a strange kind of foreplay. She stood and collected their empty glasses, her bare feet padding across the wood floor as she followed behind him.

“So, what other things am I?" Y/N asked as she wandered into the kitchen. She knew the question probably made her sound needy, but she couldn't let it go now he'd brought it up.

"I’d say…” Quinn grabbed the red wine from the counter and glanced at her while he opened the bottle. "Intelligent?" He popped the cork and gestured to her for the glasses.

Y/N held one out for him to fill. "Any chance you could, you know... sound a bit more confident about that?"

Quinn chuckled as he tipped the bottle. "Okay, intelligent-minus-the-question-mark. You're also funny."

"Thanks." She smiled.

Wine splashed from the mouth of the bottle, his fingers wrapping around hers to steady the glass. She couldn't tell if the move had been intentional, but the look they'd shared earlier now paled in comparison to his touch. Her hand tingled where it met his and she had to fight the impulse to move in closer.

Y/N offered him the remaining glass and he released his hold on her to fill it. Once he'd set the bottle on the counter, he took his drink from her outstretched hand and their eyes met over their wine glasses while they sipped.

She'd discovered over the past several hours that she loved looking at him. Although her glances had mostly been fleeting, each time she checked him out she found something new to appreciate. Her pulse skipped as she took in the thick lashes fringing his eyes and the layer of scruff on his jaw. When he lowered his glass her attention drifted to his lips, the temptation to lean in and sample them almost getting the better of her.

"Another thing.” Quinn said, appearing as if he was trying not to smile. "I don't know if it's just the alcohol talking, but I think you're... what's the word? Sexy." He barely gave her time to let that comment sink in before he walked away.

Y/N’s gaze trailed after him as he left the kitchen. She knew his comment about the alcohol was meant to encourage a laugh from her, but she couldn't find a laugh in her right now. The sound of his deep voice calling her sexy had goosebumps spreading over her. She downed a couple more mouthfuls of wine, closing her eyes while she swallowed.

There was no denying how much she wanted him. Y/N guessed after his descriptions of her and those breath-stealing moments they'd shared, it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume he felt the same way. The only question now was whether or not she wanted to make the first move or leave it up to him.

Y/N opened her eyes again, figuring the only way to decide was to follow him. Her movements stopped when she noticed him standing in the living room doorway with an amused look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go ahead and add weird to that list.” Quinn said.

The scowl she sent him lost its impact because she was trying not to smile. Y/N strode toward him to prove to both of them that his teasing had no effect on her, but when she went to sidle past him he blocked her entry into the other room.

"I forgot to mention my favorite thing about you.” Quinn said, stepping up to her and backing her against the doorframe. He'd moved in close enough that his chest almost touched hers and with his height advantage, he loomed over her.

"What's that?" Y/N asked. Warmth filled her cheeks as she gazed up at him. His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips.

"Everything you're thinking is right there on your face." Quinn gave her a knowing smile then turned and wandered away.

-

"Okay, that's it for me." Y/N felt like tossing her controller across the room, but she let it tumble to the floor instead.

She'd always considered herself to be a good sport, but after two straight losses on Mario Kart to add to her earlier defeats, her patience had worn thin. She glanced at Quinn who sat beside her nestled among the colorful cushions on the bright red couch.

"You weren't too bad in that last race.” Quinn said. "You almost took me on a couple of corners."

"Thanks, but it's pretty clear I suck."

He reached out to rest his controller on the coffee table. "Let me guess. That's another thing men like about you."

Y/N smirked and bumped her shoulder against his. Quinn leaned back against the couch and took hold of her hand, turning its palm upward and resting it against the hard muscle of his thigh. He stroked her sensitive skin, trailing his finger round and round. The swirling motion mesmerized her and had the tiny hairs rising on her forearms.

They'd been leading up to this moment all night. Now it was finally here her stomach fluttered in anticipation. Y/N wanted him to break the tension with one of his jokes, but he kept his attention on their joined hands.

"I remember the first time I met you.” Quinn said, sparing her a quick glance. "It was the day of Jack’s eighteenth birthday. We were blowing up balloons for his party and I kept getting distracted because I couldn't stop looking at your mouth."

Y/N smiled as she remembered how hectic that afternoon had been, so much so that she hadn't even noticed his interest. "You were thinking about kissing me?"

"No, I was picturing it wrapped around my cock."

Their eyes met and she burst out laughing. Quinn chuckled and curled his hand around hers, dragging her over to straddle his lap. Her knees parted and settled either side of him, her chest close enough to his that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. The feel of his strong thighs filling the space between her legs made her heart pound.

Quinn clasped her face in his palms, his gaze travelling over her. The humor of the moment faded and Y/N held her breath as he looked from her eyes to her lips.

“Are you picturing my mouth on your cock now?" She asked. Her voice had taken on a husky tone; she guessed it wouldn't be too long before words failed her entirely.

"No." His thumbs swept over her temples and one side of his mouth quirked. "I'm thinking about kissing you."

The change in mood fascinated her. One minute he'd had her laughing and now she found herself unable to look away from him, drawn in by the tenderness in his eyes.

Quinn cupped the back of her neck and urged her closer, pulling her in until her mouth leveled with his. Y/N clasped his shoulders and drank in every detail, thankful they'd reached the point now where she could look as much as she wanted and no longer had to satisfy herself with stolen glances.

Quinn gave her a slight smile then touched his mouth to hers. He began kissing her slowly, his lips soft and warm as he eased her into the moment. Her fingers threaded into his hair and her eyes drifted closed so she could savor the sensations.

Y/N had thought about this moment over and over but now he'd finally made a move she realised none of her fantasies could match up to the real thing. He tasted her with languid nips and sweeping caresses, his gentleness surprising her. He flattened his palm against her spine, his lips so thorough that the care he took with her left her breathless.

The kiss went on and she felt his hand slide upward to grab a fistful of her hair. The combination of his soft mouth and forceful grip had her whimpering. Quinn coaxed her lips open further and delved inside. Y/N let out a harsh breath through her nose and thrust her tongue against his. He kissed her for long, lazy minutes, his hands keeping her still while his mouth aroused her beyond bearing.

Y/N broke the connection just when it was getting interesting, her breaths coming hard as she moved her lips to his throat. She trailed soft pecks along his jawline and nibbled at his earlobe. The sound of his low groan made her smile.

“I should be holding back and making this harder for you since you've won every other challenge tonight.” Y/N said softly.

His fingers combed through her hair and he urged her face back up to meet his. "Make it as hard as you want.” Quinn said, pressing a kiss beside her mouth. "I'm in no hurry."

Y/N shifted her weight and discovered the bulge hidden inside his jeans. She rubbed herself slowly against his burgeoning erection, taking pleasure in his soft growl. "Feels like you might be to me."

Quinn moved his hands to her widespread thighs, his palms stroking back and forth. His thumbs slipped between her legs and traced her soft skin. His touch had her mouth parting slightly, a feeling of need taking hold that stole her breath.

The corner of his mouth kicked up as he watched her. "I'm not the one who's squirming."

Y/N wanted to smile and moan at the same time. It amazed her that she could be this turned on when they hadn't done anything more than kiss. She trailed her mouth to his ear, running the tip of her tongue around the outer edge.

“You don't think I could make you squirm?" The urge came over her to tease him to the point of begging just to see how much he could take.

His thumbs swept further up her inner thighs, coming closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Quinn turned his head and caught her mouth again, planting a soft, wet kiss on her.

He pulled away and slipped his hands beneath her dress to caress the smooth curve of her ass. "Do your best and we'll both find out."

Y/N held back a laugh and gripped the hem of her dress. She sent him one last challenging look then pulled the material over her head and tossed it aside. Her hair draped over one shoulder, her chest lifting and falling with a bracing breath.

She'd expected to feel nervous putting herself on display like this for the first time in months, but the way Quinn looked at her, the way his attention lingered on the white lace cradling her breasts and the scrap of pink cotton between her thighs, made her feel cherished and strangely relaxed.

"I need this off.” Y/N said, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

Quinn leaned forward and helped her remove his shirt then threw it down to join her dress on the floor. His hands came back to her face, cupping her jaw while he gave her a kiss so sensual it had her aching for more. When he finally pulled away, she could barely focus on his features.

"You're so beautiful.” Quinn said, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs.

A rush of something overwhelmingly sweet spread through her. If he intended for the compliment to get her out of the rest of her clothes it worked.

Y/N reached around to the clasp on her bra at the same moment that Quinn sent his hands on an exploratory mission. The sensation of his palms sliding down to caress her waist had her fingers fumbling in their task.

Quinn let out an amused breath and gave her a peck on her mouth. "See what I mean about cute." His hands nudged hers aside and with one flick he had her bra open.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes at how easy that had been for him. "You've obviously had some practice with that."

He chuckled and dipped his head, brushing his lips over her throat. "Instructional videos."

Y/N hooked her hair behind her ear and laughed despite herself. She slipped the thin straps down her arms, watching his head lift as she pulled the cups free. The look in his eyes when she bared herself to him made her stomach flip. His palms took the place of her bra and he massaged her breasts, his groan sending a quick shiver through her.

She clasped his face, tilting his chin and crushing her mouth to his to show him the depth of her desire. Quinn plunged his tongue between her lips while he caressed her, his fingers teasing her nipples until he had her hips moving in response. She writhed above him, rubbing herself against his erection.

Quinn broke away from the kiss momentarily, his voice a hoarse whisper beside her mouth. "Can you cum like that?" He asked. She gave him a shallow nod and tried to catch his mouth again, but he pulled back and shook his head. "Do it. I want to watch."

Her breaths came quickly and she bit into her lower lip as her gaze roamed over him. Y/N loved the fire in his eyes, the tightness in his jaw, his broad expanse of bare chest. She wanted to please him in any way she could.

“One condition.” Y/N said raking her fingers through his hair.

Quinn moved his hands to her waist, holding her tight. "Tell me."

She ground down on him, watching his eyes fill with longing. "I want you naked."

Quinn groaned and touched his mouth to hers, his lips still warm and damp from their last kiss. "You, too.” He said.

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. She climbed off him and stood between his widespread knees, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties. She held her breath as she worked them over her hips, pushing until they fell to her ankles. He stared up at her while he dragged down his fly, his gaze hot and intense. She struggled to concentrate, surprised her control had already reached breaking point.

"You have a great body, Y/N."

Oh, God. That didn't help at all. Warmth rushed over her like a physical caress. Her nipples tightened into hard little buds and her legs trembled.

“Thank you.” Y/N said, swallowing as he pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees. His cock appeared and she had to close her eyes for a few seconds just to keep it together. "I like your body, too."

"Is that why your eyes are closed?"

Y/N heard the humor in his voice and opened them again to find him watching her with a tender expression on his face. He'd removed his clothes now and sat before her naked. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him.

“I like your body too much.” She clarified.

"There's no such thing.” He said.

Quinn reached out for her and clasped her hand. He pulled her down to the same position she'd been in moments ago, only this time when her legs parted and settled either side of him, his cock slid along the slick channel of her pussy. With bare skin pressed to bare skin, she felt every inch of him.

Quinn groaned, flattening his palm against her spine to bring her closer. His other hand closed around her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth. Y/N clutched his hair and arched her back. He sucked on her firmly then flicked his tongue over her, kneading her breast with his palm.

Y/N sighed and looked down at him, watching his mouth work. "That feels so fucking good. Please, don't stop."

Her hips glided back and forth, her pussy leaving a wet sheen on his cock. The growl that came from him made her skin prickle. When he moved to her other breast she tightened her grip in his hair, pushing herself closer to deepen the connection. His hot breath washed over her as Quinn drew her nipple into his mouth. She rocked against him, her arousal building as his hardness parted her softness.

Quinn released her and fell back against the couch. He gave a deep groan and slouched in his seat, his hands coming to rest on her thighs. She looked down to see a bead of moisture forming on the head of his cock. Her pussy rubbed against the droplet on her forward slide, slicking it down his shaft on her backward movement.

Quinn gripped her hips, pressing her harder against his erection. His eyes met hers and he blew out a harsh breath. "Fuck."

“Not yet. Looks like I've got you squirming.” Y/N said, sounding a lot more confident than she felt. "Now I want you to beg."

Quinn tipped his head back, his low laugh ending on a groan when she slid forward again. "Do you have any idea how much I like you right now?"

After everything they'd said and done tonight that one simple question brought the blush back to her cheeks. Y/N hid her reaction by kissing him, showing him without words how she felt about him. Her hips kept up their rhythmic glide, her pussy growing wetter by the second. She needed him inside her so much it had built to an ache.

When her lips parted from his, Y/N sat back so he could get the full view of her body, hoping it would help push him to breaking point. "All you have to do is tell me.” She said. "Tell me you want it and I'll slide right down on your big, hard cock."

Y/N knew his competitive side would make him want to wait her out, but she figured she might have the edge on him this time.

"I never had you pegged as a dirty fighter."

She lifted herself off him just far enough so that she had room to slip her hand between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. Y/N felt her own dampness along the shaft and his pooling on the head. Her thumb swirled over the tip and she sent him a half-smile. "I'm just using my strengths; that's all."

Y/N remained in her raised position and tilted his cock toward her, rubbing the head against her pussy. She used him to massage her clit, her undulating hips increasing the sensation. He had her so aroused it wouldn't take long to come this way.

Quinn gripped her thighs and his eyes drifted closed. "I could use mine and have you on your back in two seconds flat."

A wave of desire rolled through her. Y/N gasped at the vision and wanted so badly for him to take over, but not just yet. "You won't, though.” She said breathlessly, knowing the answer before she'd even asked the question.

Quinn’s eyes opened to meet hers and he shook his head. Y/N held his shaft to her clit, teasing the swollen bud. She applied more pressure, sliding her slick heat against the head of his cock. Her orgasm came as a surprise when it hit her.

A moan tore from her as the first squeeze of lust tightened her belly. The ache inside her swelled, becoming a rush of tingles that spread through her body. Her gaze locked with his. She watched his jaw clench. Y/N grabbed her breast with her free hand and cried out as her hips jerked. He growled as he watched her fall apart.

"Fuck this.” Quinn said. "You win."

Quinn grasped the back of her neck and pulled her down, kissing her hard as he guided his cock inside her. He plunged into her with one deep thrust, his pelvis lifting to meet her downward glide.

Y/N let out a strangled moan at the intrusion, overwhelmed by the thick heat of him, his fullness. Relief took hold now she finally had him inside her. He gripped her neck and clasped her hip, his mouth bruising hers as they kissed. He lost it completely, but she loved it.

Y/N leaned into him, her breasts nudging his chest, her hands tangled in his hair. His passion left her reeling. He fucked her hard, using her body for his own pleasure just as she'd used his moments ago. She pulled her mouth free and licked her lower lip.

Y/N dragged in air, trembling with pleasure as he groaned beside her cheek. His stubble rasped her skin, only adding to the sensation overload. Quinn loosened his hold on the base of her neck and pushed her back from him with his firm grip. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down hard against each thrust of his cock.

Y/N ground down against him, still feeling the lingering tingles from her climax. She watched the changes in his expression, mesmerised by the intensity in his features. He'd been so laid-back and full of humor all night. Now, his eyes were dark with arousal, his mouth open with the fast breaths coming from him.

Quinn looked her over, his gaze lingering on her breasts as they jolted in time with his thrusts. "Jesus, I can't. Fuck, I can't hold back."

Pleasure rushed through her; she just wanted more and more. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she gave her clit vigorous rubs that had her moaning deep in her throat. Quinn watched her reach behind her body with her other hand, delving beneath her ass to find him. Her fingertips stroked his balls and her touch had him cursing all over again.

Y/N wanted to smile, but she couldn't concentrate on anything other than coming. With her pussy still sensitive from the earlier attention, it didn't take long to reach that point. She bucked her hips against him, chasing her release. It came on her in slow, lazy pulses at first, building to a rolling wave that crashed over her and sucked her under. She kept rubbing and finally cried out, shaking until she thought she'd collapse.

"Come here." Quinn gripped her elbows and dragged her against him, wrapping her up in a hug so tight she couldn't move. She rested her mouth against his throat and kissed him while she caught her breath.

Quinn sank further in his seat for leverage and drove inside her. The forcefulness of his thrusts brought on aftershocks that left her whimpering. He kept going, plunging into her until she knew he couldn't last any longer. Finally, he clutched her body, held her hips against him and came with a groan so deep and guttural it sent shivers rushing over her.

Silence fell between them as the excitement passed. Quinn’s body relaxed beneath her with a sigh, his fingers trailing sweeping caresses down her spine. Y/N let out a long breath and tried to calm her senses. Their bodies meshed with the slick sheen of perspiration and she could still feel herself pulsing around him.

Y/N tried to pull back to look at him, but his arms tightened around her and he held her against his chest. "Don't go.” Quinn said. "I want you right where you are."

Y/N smiled and kissed his neck, tucking her bent arms in against his chest to keep the warmth between them. "I know this probably isn't the right time to mention this, but I finally won a challenge. I just wanted to point that out."

His shoulders moved beneath her in a silent laugh, his head turning so he could place a kiss on her forehead. "I'm assuming we're going with the usual rules. Best of three?"

Y/N writhed against him, moving her hips until he groaned. "I guess that's only fair.” She said.

His arms tightened around her and a laugh burst from Y/N when Quinn rolled her on her back in two seconds flat, just as he'd promised he could.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello! May I ask how Megumi, Gojo, Okkotsu would react. When some other girl flirts with them or acts very intrusive, completely ignoring the reader who is standing next to them. Or acts rudely towards the reader.

Let me say, that was pretty cool to write! Hope you enjoy it <3

How Gojo, Megumi and Yuta react to other girls flirting with them/reader getting insulted

Word Count: 1,9k

Pairing: Gojo x reader, Megumi x reader, Yuta x reader

Warnings: language

Note: Requests for complilations are still open, feel free to leave one!

Megumi Fushiguro

„Look at you, Megumi! Back then I always thought you were quite handsome, but now…what a catch you are.”

You turn on your heel and stare into the mischievous grin of the unknown girl in front of you. Did you hear that correctly? Did she just…flirt with your boyfriend? Who is she? And why does she talk to him like that?

“Yua, I didn’t know you were still around”, Megumi responses, not a single spark of affection in his eyes.

You put on a kind smile. Even if she doesn’t even look at you, it’s not too late to get to know her. Maybe she was his classmate back then. You owe it to Megumi to at least try.

“Oh y’know, some model contracts here and there. You should have called me! You know I always loved spending time with you!”

“Hi, I’m Megumi’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet people from his past!”

You stretch out your hand, inviting her to a friendly conversation. But she doesn’t take it. Instead, she stares you up and down with her merciless eyes and screws up her face. Your heart sinks as well as your hand. Does he know her better? He never talked about any girls from his past, especially not girls like her. She is nothing Megumi values. Why is she this rude although she never met you before?

“Girlfriend? I thought you’re better than that, ‘Gumi.”

You bite your tongue when her words hit you like a knife. No, don’t cry because of her rude comment, don’t let her get under your skin. She doesn’t know anything about you or your personality. And on top of that, Megumi tells you over and over how gorgeous you are. He wouldn’t lie, right? But her beautiful dark locks and stunning green eyes make your confidence waver. Maybe he could in fact do better…

Suddenly Megumi pulls you in his arms, his grip around your waist tight and his jaw clenched.

“Can you just fuck off already? In contrast to your entitled self, (y/n) is naturally striking, let alone the smartest and kindest girl I know. She carries more character in her little toe than you in your whole body, Yua. I don’t give a damn about your model contract or looks, you are miserable and your jealousy makes you uglier than any other girl could ever be. If you talk about my girlfriend like that again, then there will be consequences. And now get out of the sun and annoy someone else.”

You can’t help but stare at him with glossy eyes through wet lashes. You never heard him leash out like that, especially not in order to protect you. It feels like your heart sprints out of your chest, the admiration you hold for him flies like sparks around him as you watch her face drop immediately.

“I never liked you anyway”, she hisses, turns around and walks away while swaying her hips dramatically.

Thick silence hangs in the air as both of you watch her leave.

“Hey, look at me.”

He lifts your chin up gently, other hand still resting on your waist.

“Don’t you dare to believe a single word she said. She’s just jealous, that’s all. You are the most beautiful girl on this planet and I am more than proud to call you my girlfriend…Wait, why are you crying?”

You can’t hold back the salty tears that sting in your eyes any longer. God, you love him so much that it hurts sometimes.

“I guess I’m just a little…overwhelmed. No one has ever stood up for me like that before…”

He wraps his arms around your frame and presses a gentle kiss on your head.

“You’re my everything, no other girl in the world will ever change that, okay?”

Gojo Satoru

That was the greatest evening you’ve had in a long time. Despite all the work that awaits both of you at Jujutsu High in the morning, your drunken gaze wanders to your boyfriend who holds you in his strong arms.

“How is it I never knew about your passion for ABBA? Like for real, it scared me to see you like that”, he remarks, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“I just feel like some of their songs hit me in another dimension, y’know? Lay all your love on mee”, you babble out, singing into the warmth of the hot summer night.

“Oh god, luckily you are a better jujutsu sorcerer and teacher than a singer. And you’re pretty cute when you’re drunk.”

“Satoru, I’m not that drunk!”, you blur out, whole body shaking in giggling.

“Hell yes you are. And you look absolutely stunning in that skin tight dress. I can’t wait to rip it off your body as soon as we’re home.”

Adrenaline rushes through your veins, you feel like flying. Even if you’ve been his girlfriend for years by now, you still can’t believe that the stunning man in front of you is really your boyfriend. Satoru is simply jaw-dropping gorgeous, so easy on the eyes that it hurts. And while you are very aware of the fact that you are a striking woman yourself, you can’t get over the fact how outstanding he is.

“No wonder he’s taking you home when you look like a whore.”

“Although, he’s pretty handsome. How the hell did she manage to pull a guy like him?”

“Look at that slutty dress. I wouldn’t dare to leave the house with a body like that – Gross.”

All color drains from your face as the alcohol and good mood seems to be gone in the wind. You swallow hard, widen eyes pierced to the ground. You know all too well how mean women can be. These girls don’t know you, they haven’t even seen your face. There’s no use getting stressed out because of their venomous tongues.

“What did you just say?”

Satoru’s voice is low and dry – an auspicious combination.

“Satoru, c’mon. This is not worth fighting over it. Let’s just go home, shall we?”

“How dare you to disrespect my girlfriend like that, huh?”

He turns on his heels, moving towards the group of girls with rapid steps. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart hammers against your chest, this anger is extremely rare. All that because of some stupid comments?

“W-we…weren’t t-talking a-about her”, one of them mutters, eyes pinned to the ground.

“Stop the crap. Just to make this clear: I wouldn’t even turn my head after basic bitches like you without some self-respect. Maybe you should invest your time in your puny self rather than badmouthing my woman who is obviously well above your measly level”, he spits into their faces without a spark of humor in his venomous words.

“And now get lost!”

He doesn’t need to tell them twice. As fast as their sky-high heels allow it they sprint away while exchanging looks of shock. You just stand there and stare at Satoru’s back, still absolutely mesmerized by the way he just stood up for you. Has a guy ever done something like this for you? Definitely not, especially not in such a hot way.

“How is it that I suddenly feel so turned on?”

Satoru turns around, casually walking towards you with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“That’s all I wanna hear. Let’s go home.”

Yuta Okkotsu

It’s way too hot outside. You and your boyfriend Yuta are on a well-deserved day off which you want to spend shopping.

“Urgh, I’d die for an iced coffee”, you groan, sweat dripping from every pore.

“Why not get one then? Wait here”, Yuta replies in an instant, his usual bright smile lighting up your mood.

“You’re just a sweetheart. Thank you darling.”

You watch him enter the Starbucks shop in awe. God, how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like him. Even though he himself can’t see his worth, you definitely know that he is the best boyfriend you could have asked for. Always tender and caring and so stunning that you can’t stop staring at him. Thank god you decided to join Jujutsu High that day, otherwise you wouldn’t be here with him.

You frown. Why does he take so long? When you last saw him, he was the only customer in the store. You take a few steps and have to comprehend what you see.

The girl at the counter is holding your cup of iced coffee in one hand while she brushes over Yuta’s arm with the other. Your hands clench into fists while you see nothing but red. What the hell is she doing?

“Excuse me Miss, flirting with my boyfriend surely isn’t part of the job description”, you bark at her, feet carrying you inside the store without hesitation.

“Everything’s fine, I already told her that I’m taken, (y/n)”, Yuta shyly interrupts, face already red like a tomato.

This isn’t enough. The dirty smirk in her stupid face makes you want to break her nose right here right now.

“Now that I see you it seems like there’s no competition anyway”, she proclaims with unnatural high-pitched voice.

Something inside you snaps. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is to touch your boyfriend like that and talk to you in such a manner? You are way too good for her bullshit.

“Get your dirty hands off him before I beat that smile out of your ugly face”, you yell at her.

Oh no, there goes your temper again. The second Yuta saw you entering the store he knew there was trouble. You are pretty hot-headed, especially when it comes to someone hurting your feelings. And that girl was definitely going too far.

“Oh, I’d love to see that. Go ahead bitch”, she spits at you.

You grind your teeth, eyes narrow in nothing put hatred. You are only seconds away from feeding her your fist when Yuta grabs your arm and softly smiled down at you.

“Come on, she isn’t worth your time and energy, (y/n). You are the love of my life, no matter what. A random girl in a coffee shop won’t change that”, he murmurs into your ear.

“I’m flattered, but I already have a wonderful girlfriend. Have a nice day though.”

And with that, he gently pushes you out of the door, iced coffee in his hand. It takes you a few seconds to stop your heart from beating out of your chest and to unclench your hands.

“You know I would have beaten the shit out of her, right?”, you grumble, taking a sip of your coffee.

Yuta lets out a hearty laughter, arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“And she would never have forgotten that in her life. But we are here to have a day off, right? And she just wasn’t worth your time. After all, I love you with all my heart and a random girl won’t change that.”

“You could have told her to back off, though.”

His eyes widen in horror, face completely twisted.

“B-but I d-did tell h-her!”, he demands.

“I’m just messing with you darling”, you reply with a soft smile, intertwining your hand with his.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyyy do you do reacts? Like "How the TMR boys would react to you calling them pretty" . If so, thank youuu :)

Oooo I never even thought about doing this, but I can absolutely give it a go :))

YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral reader.

WARNINGS: None really, maybe some inappropriate language and flirty behaviour.

"You know, you're actually kinda pretty."

THOMAS

Would not know how to react.

Thomas absolutely would be completely dumbfounded.

He'd been attracted to you ever since he'd arrived in the Glade, so you complimenting him would leave him in a stunned state.

Probably would also be the first and only time he gets complimented because the Gladers just call each other ugly on a daily basis.

"Oh, uh- thanks- thank you."

You probably wouldn't think much of it and go about your day.

He would spend the next four years thinking about it.

"They think I'm pretty."

Definitely a much needed confidence boost since he (especially in the books) is having a permanent identity crisis.

He might not know who he is, but damn, at least he's pretty.

NEWT

Newt isn't a stranger to compliments. He's one of the oldest standing Gladers and people often comment on his work ethic and ability to think fast.

His appearance though?

That's new.

He'd probably freeze, laughing it off as you just kinda randomly say it whilst he's working with the Track-hoes.

"Heh, what?"

In all honesty, you'd have been watching him for a while, admiring his features and when you say it, it would have been a thought you didn't mean to say out loud more than anything.

That wouldn't stop him from thinking about it. It would get brushed over fairly quickly since Newt is a busy dude, but he would definitely ask Minho and his friends about it.

"What do you think it means?

"Uh, that they think you're pretty? Duh."

Like Thomas, he would probably lie awake thinking about it, or just throughout his day, a soft smile playing on his lips, and he would definitely get caught laughing.

"Dude, you're thinking about it again?"

"Shut up, slinthead!"

"Touched a nerve, pretty boy?"

MINHO

Minho knows he's pretty. Everyone knows he's pretty. Just look at the guy. Even Thomas thinks he's pretty (*cough* the three paragraphs dedicated to describing Minho's arms in the book *cough*).

He'd probably laugh.

Sure, it's common knowledge that he's a good looking guy, but for someone to say it to him?

That'd be entertaining.

He'd tease you about it, making you the one that becomes a blushing mess.

"Hey, so how pretty do you think I am, exactly?"

He would not let it go.

But he wouldn't brag to the other Gladers about it. He would keep the information to himself, mainly keeping up the light bullying in private and leaving other Gladers confused as to why you tended to leave his presence bright red.

Secretly, he'd be thrilled. Of course, just that you think he's attractive to begin with, but also because it clearly runs deeper at your constant embarrassment.

He probably also wouldn't know how else to flirt with you. But he's trying his best. Compliments don't come as easy to him as they do you, so this is how he expresses it.

Definitely an ego boost.

GALLY

He would be insulted.

Gally wouldn't take it as a compliment at first. He wants to be a tough guy and you calling him pretty feels like a insult to his masculinity.

Definitely not the intention.

You think he's soft? Pretty? How dare you. How could you?

It wouldn't be until he spoke to Frypan that he'd realise.

"They called me pretty. Pretty! Do I look like a shuckin' sissy?"

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it was a compliment- they think you're hot."

"Oh."

That's when he'd be flustered.

In private, of course, but flustered nonetheless.

He'd feel like such a dick for reacting how he did and without even processing it properly.

He'd end up apologising and you'd laugh about it.

"It's okay, I won't call you pretty again. Promise."

But now he knows you think he's attractive, he'd definitely be bummed that you said you wouldn't compliment him like that again.

"I mean- you can still... yanno- say that."

Turns out Gally actually kinda is a softie when he wants to be.

You find it cute.

FRYPAN

He would be ecstatic.

Oh my God, you think he's pretty? His life is complete. The world is good. Kill him now, this is the best day of his life.

He'd tell everyone who would listen.

"Yeah! They called me pretty! Suck it! I'm prettier than you slintheads!"

"Fry, I really don't care."

He'd constantly ask you to call him pretty again. Or even other compliments and you'd find it funny.

He'd be surprising hard to fluster, but very easy to please.

It wouldn't be uncommon to find him grinning from ear to ear after talking to you.

He would also have the courage to return the compliments, creating a friendship that's basically filled with constant praise.

He would worship the ground you walk on.

Thinks he's in love every time you make eye contact.

ALBY

"Yeah, okay."

Alby would not give a shit.

The man is stressed 24/7.

You can't really blame him. He's in charge of a bunch of teenage boys in a Maze full of monsters, and he has to make sure that everyone is comfortable and surviving.

He has too much on his plate to even realise what you'd be saying at first.

The brain lag is real, and it would be three days later when he'd understand what you said.

"Wait a shuckin' second..."

After that, he'd think about it a lot, internally kicking himself and regretting the choice.

You wouldn't be shocked. This is exactly the kind of response you'd expect from the Leader. But you almost said it because you knew what his response would be.

You wouldn't have to worry about Alby being weird or acting different or telling anyone.

Though, he would become a lot friendlier towards you, starting to develop a sweet spot for you.

Would ya look at that, I can actually write for characters other than Minho? Who woulda guessed? In all seriousness, this was really fun and I enjoy writing headcanons as much as I like writing stories. I really enjoy these typa requests, tysm for sending it in.

Hope you all enjoy :))

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[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Loki x fem reader where reader confesses they have a huge crush and Loki likes them back?? 🙏🫣

Hey 👋 thank you for the Ask ❤️ I just got this Idea

I have my Eyes on you - Loki x Reader Fluff

It's been a few months since Loki joined the Avengers, you remember Thor's extensive speech about Loki - he changed, he will cause no harm to People and he will be of great use for the Avengers ...yeah mhm something like that you recall him saying , you rolled your Eyes.

The first time he stepped in the Living Room of the Compound you warned him "I have my Eyes on you" , crossing your Arms - he just smirked at you and whispered something to Thor.

Since then every time you cross paths with him , you both start instantly bickering, you glare at him and he grins at you,Loki enjoys teasing you but most of the times you are not sure if he is insulting or flirting with you.

He also likes to prank you,the latest one was putting your favourite Coffee Mug to the highest possible shelf so you couldn't reach it, you climbed on the counter top annoyed and angry to get it , you slipped and almost fell but Loki catched you .

"Careful, Darling" Loki said softly

Glancing at him your Cheeks reddened but still furious, you freed yourself from him and shoved Loki away.

*sighing* you started the Coffee Maschine

A moment later you walked with your fresh coffee to the dining table and sat down at your usual Place , Loki sat down at the opposite Side , you can't help but stare at him in disbelief for a while

as you looked away he asked "Darling,have I won ?"

"What ?" you replied irritated

"I thought that's a staring Contest " he stated

"Haha very funny"you said sarcastic

You cleaned the empty cup and went to your Room.

The next Day someone put your favorite Chocolate and a "I am sorry" in front of your Room

The Days passed and you couldn't stop thinking about him , every day he consumes more and more of your time , you smile and blush just from the thought of him- that's weird ...hmm...that can only mean one thing you believe - furious you stormed into Loki's Room.

"To what I owe the pleasure?"he asked with a smirk

"Mischief, don't play stupid, you know exactly why I am here "you stated

"I really don't " he looked confused at you, doing his Eyebrow thing ,that makes you weak

"Admit that you enchanted me with your Magic"you crossed your Arms , watching him

"I didn't I swear ,why would you even think that ?" he asked curious

"well .. you always enjoy teasing, annoying and pranking me ,so I thought maybe you ...

used your Magic on me ... because I can't stop thinking about you,my Heart beats soo fast and I can't stop smiling just from the thought of you...I feel like a Foul" you confessed with Tears running down your Face .

Wiping your Tears away he answered with a smile"well.. now you know how I felt since the first time I met you,I never believed in love at first sight but you changed everything ,my Love "

Taking his Hand in yours you whispered "I love you"

"I didn't hear you Darling..what did you say?"Loki teased

"I said I love you ...now say it back or I will go back to my Room " you stated crossing your Arms

"Alright...I love you more "Loki replied grinning

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[ladykailitha]

The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 1

I do have the next part of “Can Anybody Hear Me?” ready but I wanted to start putting this one out. So it’ll be every other day posting between the two fics. And my muse has latched on to the soulmate genre and I’m working on that one too. So when this one is finished, I’ll start posting that one too.

This will have four parts. And the format is a little different. Anything labelled “After” is after Steve and Eddie get together. And anything labeled “Before” happens before they get together.

Summary: Steve has a problem. One he really doesn’t understand. The people closest to him think he’s straight. Well, there are few exceptions. He just wasn’t expecting Eddie and Robin to be in Camp Straight Steve. In a series of vignettes about the people closest to Steve and Eddie finding out that maybe Steve is subtler than they thought.

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The Morning After

Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast when Eddie stumbled in, all groggy and bleary eyed. He threw himself into a bar stool and groaned. Steve slid over a cup of coffee and the sugar.

Eddie dumped in half the sugar and stirred vigorously. He took a long grateful sip and then looked over at Steve who was trying not to smile over his cup of coffee.

“What the hell happened last night?” he asked Steve.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Oh. Um...I didn’t think you were that drunk. I should tell you, but I would prefer if you could remember. So why don’t you finish your coffee and get a shower and if you still don’t remember I promise I’ll‒”

Eddie hurried around the counter to cut him off by putting his finger to his lips. “That’s not what I meant, sweetheart. I worded it badly. Of course I remember. It just came out of left field for me, okay?” He moved to kiss Steve but Steve jumped on to the counter, dodging the kiss.

Eddie frowned. “Steve?”

“I don’t know why everyone says that me liking guys comes out from nowhere,” Steve muttered darkly. “Yeah, I’m not as overt with guys as I am with girls, but I can’t be, can I?”

Eddie gulped. Okay, Steve had a point. “How long have you known you like boys?”

Steve hung his head and sighed. “I’ve know I liked boys before I knew I liked girls.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Come again?”

“I was like eight,” Steve explained. “There was this boy. Candy Andy they called him. Because he always had a big bag of hard candy every day. He used to save a strawberry candy. You know the ones with the jelly centers?” Eddie nodded. “I didn’t particularly like them, but I liked him so I ate it anyway.”

“Awww,” Eddie cooed. “Baby Steve was a sweetheart.”

Steve blushed. “One day after school, I asked him why. He said that he liked how the jelly made my lips pucker.”

“Smooth little fucker,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Yeah,” Steve said. “And then he kissed me.”

“So cute,” Eddie said. “Whatever happened to Candy Andy?”

Steve sighed. “He got outed half way through my seventh grade year and got bullied so bad, his parents were forced to move.”

Eddie frowned. “His last name wouldn’t have been Costello would it?”

Steve reared his head back. “Yeah, it was. Why?”

Eddie chuckled. “It appears that we had the same first boyfriend.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and he tilted his head forward. “Excuse me?”

“You know how Tommy would call me fag and queer all the time?” Eddie asked, biting his lips.

“Sure,” Steve said. “It was his favorite insult.”

“Well,” Eddie slowly, “with me it wasn’t just an insult. I was the one he caught making out with Andy under the bleachers.”

“Oh, shit,” Steve breathed. “How were you not bullied to hell?”

“Oh they tried,” Eddie said with a grin. “But I would flirt right back. It made them uncomfortable enough that they stopped.”

Steve giggled. “I think we got off the topic.”

Eddie’s smile faltered. “A bit. I’m sorry, sweetheart. That was a stupid thing for me to say. Because you’re right, you have to be subtle. Especially someone like you with your parents and sports and all that other bullshit I didn’t have to deal with.” He cupped Steve’s cheek. “It’s just...Christ, Steve. You were known as the ladies’ man. You could have any girl you wanted with the crook of your finger.”

Steve sighed. “I know but I’ve had loads of crushes on boys.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Like who?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Look, let’s just say with boys, I have a very particular type.”

Eddie leaned back and eyed him. “I’m listening.”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “This is so bad. Tommy H.”

Eddie chuckled. “Saw that one coming. Who else?”

“This one is so horrible,” Steve said with a small whine, “and if you tell Max, I swear to God, no one will find your body.”

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “Billy Hargrove? Are you serious?”

“Not my proudest moment, to be sure,” Steve said, ducking his head. “He was a racist bastard. But fucking hell he was hot.” He went on to list a couple other guys and they all had one thing in common. They were considered ‘bad boys’.

“You including me in that list, darlin’?” Eddie asked with a wink.

Steve blushed deeply. “Drug dealer, metalhead, in a band...”

“Wanted for murder...”

Steve shoved at him playfully. “Innocent as a new born deer.”

Eddie chuckled. “You forgive me?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him. Steve opened his legs, allowing Eddie to slot himself in between them, bringing them closer together. Eddie put one hand on Steve’s waist and the other slid into his hair, deepening the kiss. 

Steve sighed happily.

*

Two Months Ago

Steve had assumed that he hadn’t needed to come out as bisexual. He flirted with guys as easily as he flirted with girls.

So it came as a bit of shock when he came out to Robin that maybe he was subtler than he thought. Either that or everyone else was more dense than he expected.

“Hey, Robs,” he said, one day at work. “Can we talk?”

She turned around and smiled at him. “Sure, dingus. What’s up?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie...” he whispered.

She pushed him playfully. “Come on, man. Don’t joke about that stuff.”

Steve frowned. “Why would I joke about that?” He ticked off reasons on his fingers. “I think about him all the time. I want to spend every hour of every day in his company. I get butterflies when he walks into a room. I can’t stop smiling when we’re together. Maybe you’ve got a different explanation for all that, because it certainly feels like a crush to me.”

She blinked at him owlishly. “So why didn’t you say something when I told you I was gay? We were both hyped up on truth serum.”

Steve sighed. “I knew that if I started talking about it, I wouldn’t be able to stop. You are so vibrant and outgoing and free. Being gay for you is just adding another sparkle to who you are.”

“And you think being gay or bi or whatever isn’t a good look for you?” Robin asked, incredulous.

Steve hung his head. “You think I don’t know my reputation. You think I don’t know what would happen to me if people found out I like boys?”

She blinked for a moment. “Every girl you’ve ever dated would suddenly freak out on you for being ‘fake’.”

Steve nodded, fighting back tears. “I know I don’t show that side of me often but...”

Robin sighed heavily. “You were hoping I had a functioning gaydar?”

He ducked his head and turned away.

“Oh, Steve...” she murmured and gave him the biggest hug. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have at least noticed how differently you treat Eddie to everyone else. Because yeah, now that you’ve mentioned it, I can see it.”

“I love him so much,” he whispered into her shoulder. “But I don’t know how to show people this is a part of me.”

“Holy shit,” she said suddenly sitting up. “‘And more.’ That’s what you said.  You like both. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you. Because you listened to me. I feel like a bad best friend.”

He held her close. “Just tell me how to come out everyone else and I’ll forgive you.”

She laughed. “Not even I know how to do that. Like the only people besides you that knows I like girls are Nancy because she figured it out and Jonathan who has a strangely functioning gaydar.”

Steve had a pretty good idea why, but he didn’t know for sure.

A customer came in and the moment as gone.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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[idleorbitals]

OF ep 2 watch through ...part 2

(part 1)

sand he was inviting both of you *so* explicitly what is your move here. sand will complain repeatedly about this into the next scene but no one asked him to cancel his date. baby is in denial

side note ray enjoying begging sand so much?? side note also this is how we find out ray blacked out and sand left him their last night together? ouch

ohhhkay the extensive flirting in the car. "one night stand boy, huh?" sand patently enjoying himself /so/ much but whining the whole way. they are both in trouble and neither of them know it yet but sand is going to find out really soon and ray is not going to find out until they both are in much more trouble

top has trauma-induced insomnia and he's serious enough about it to make this face. I'm still proud of mew for checking if he was trying to pull one on him and then being kind about it when it seemed like he wasn't

alright tho didn't we just establish that your much comfier bed is right over there? mew no one did this to you but yourself

I like these mockumentary cutscenes more than I thought I would. mew silently smirking as he checks off boxes is doing heavy narrative lifting and I'm into it

the foreboding music the lighting the lingering on the photo of ray and mew boston what are you planning?? is he about to become a real antagonist? can't decide how I feel about this

ray is sort of into sand insulting him? is this because he doesn't have the power to hurt him yet or masochistic kink

...ray baby no. you're gonna be Learning

sand brings up the /who are you, my dad?/ except this time it's /who am I, your dad?/ convo again and ray makes this face:

alright

alright

oh here we. fokking go

sand going "what am I supposed to be, your hooker" and ray saying "sure" and sand doing soft surprised pikachu for like ten seconds. ray doubling down and sand telling him to save it. instead of saying "I don't sleep with people for money" he says "I sleep with people I like for free" and we send silent thanks to screenwriters who understand the sex industry and have the cultural vocabulary to write compelling nuanced and still quippy conversations about sex. not to be heterophobic but queer people make better tv

anyway sandray are both playing a game and they both keep getting surprised to be one-upped. this is a very enjoyable dynamic to watch and they seem to be enjoying it too

...for now

at minute 8:30 sand's last vocal sound leaves his mouth. for thirty full seconds ray smokes and asks him leading flirty questions including "am I interesting enough for you?" and "are you open to someone like me?" and for thirty full seconds sand looks from rays right eye to his left eye and back again and lowers and raises his jaw infinitesimally and just generally:

this boy is done for and I can't even be mean about it I'm right there with him

anyway at shortly after minute 9 they break the tension and kiss each other. they kiss each other! ray is the one leaning around from his cigarette to do khaotung's little smoke plume of high art but sand is very much matching him in coming in for this kiss. I love this framing so much. firstkhao have the absolutely ideal dynamic to pull this off*

*if anyone saw that one person copy pasting SANDRAYYYY SWITCHHH into the live comment box the entire end credits that wasn't me but I was there with them in spirit

they break away and sand says if they go further they won't just be friends and ray says some kinds of friendship start from sex you watched the same thing I watched I don't need to describe it but here I am. do you remember though that this was the look ray was giving sand while he said that because ho boy

sand pronouncing that ray is going to keep wanting him but they're going to stay just friends right after he says we won't be just friends after this...what level to tackle this on. narratively this definitely feels like foreshadowing and I think he's right on the money on the first bit. but we know that sand is not going to get out of this remotely unscathed whether or not it could possibly be argued that he hasn't already lost that battle. sand showing his hand by contradicting himself out loud as well as internally?

they stub out their cigarettes Significantly and start making out again. can't coherently screencap this scene. it's so excellently done. top notch dynamic again. firstkhao are getting better at this with every go.

ok I do have one minor gripe

for some reason in the middle of sand pushing ray back onto the couch they have inserted a shot of ray on top of sand. it is from the beat that comes after the last little mockumentary cutscene—it's not a double, it's the exact same shot, just colored differently. screenshots below from 10:11 and 11:02

editing mistake? intentional insert to lengthen the scene? I like this shot too but it breaks up the flow of the scene oddly and I want it gone from the first part

mockumentary cutscene: even harder to focus on when I know what's coming back on screen right after but worth mention. obviously sand is reflecting on some past mistakes here. he knows he's playing with fire and he's denying it vocally and also not changing his behavior. self-awareness level relatable honestly. do we think he fell in love with someone he didn't want to? or fell in love freely and then got screwed over? why is he mr. one night stand boy

also don't know whether to credit ray or khaotung for this longest gayest look ever at his own pants. sublime

okay back to the couch for our not-quite-ten-second final indulgence. ray's on top this time. I don't even like sex scenes that much I know what I am saying

I see, like sand's, my words are not matching my actions. and yet

*trembling* sandray.... switch....

all ofts watch throughs

#ofts #only friends the series #ofts meta #firstkhaotung #raysand #sandray #that devolved a little #also it took me so long to finish i took two breaks and posted snippets forgive me #i'm overflowing with um. i don't even know #consider me truly fucked over by this show #where did my saturday go anyhow #ofts watch through

[yandere-kittee]

Derrick Cohen (Yandere Playboy x Gn! Reader)

Contains: Isolation, Manipulation.

Derrick is rumored to have been in bed with the entire female population in the school, but what they don't know is that he's only ever dated one girl and only lead girls on because he doesn't seem to be in love with them at all.

Sure, he's pretty and all that but what else? They don't know him that well and neither does he, so why would he bed or be in a relationship with someone he barely knows?

He'd only be in a serious relationship if he knows that he can trust them and they can trust him. (Yes, I am implying he's demi romantic and demi sexual)

He can be flirty but he too knows his limits and boundaries, he's a playboy, not a home wrecking piece of shit.

He doesn't get attached to those he flirts with.

Though, you we're different.

You treated him normally and barely glanced his way despite his good looks and popularity, you two had been assigned to do this thesis statement and you two swapped numbers to have contact with each other outside shared classes.

You didn't try shooting your shot even though you could have the chance of getting close to him and maybe going on a few dates or something like that, but no.

You focused on your thesis statement, even helping him with areas he couldn't quite grasp or fully understand, you didn't belittle for it, at all.

Maybe cause you really wanted to focus on your studies and think that you'll focus on love when you got your while life together, but that's just the author talking.

He wanted to get closer to you since he genuinely wanted to be friends with you, who knew.

Who knee he'd actually fall in love with you, someone who didn't seem to have that much pressence.

He really wanted to get to know you but you had the biggest trust issues, it was hard letting your guard down on someone whose rumored to have been in bed with the whole female population of the school.

But that was it.

They we're just baseless rumors, so who we're you to judge? So you let your walls down a bit and gave him a chance, ACL chance for the two of you to get to know each other.

It was at first, weird, since he was so eager to get to know you, asking you so much questions that you couldn't be able or didn't want to answer some of them, he was very enthusiastic.

But you could guess that was apart of his charm, he looked better when he smiled, you also like it that he has two dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.

He was a bit clingy at times and would appear out of no where but you truly enjoyed his company, though it slowly became overbearing when he'd accompany you everywhere, not just at school but outside as well.

If you we're going to go out, he'd ask if he could tag along, if not outside then inside your own home, you had a little grooming kit in your room that had some of his clothes, self care items and a few stuff from his previous visits.

He's rarely seen hanging around with his usual group of girls and is now always seen next to you, he's willing to give away his play boy lifestyle for you to stay by his side.

Since you hardly interacted with other students, it was easy to isolate you from the rest and keep you all to himself, telling you how other students gossip about you behind your back, insulting you and overall saying how you're just clinging onto Derrick and don't know your place that well.

Buy don't worry, all you need is him and no on else♡

,★⌒ヽ(●＾､＾●)Kiss!

I hope you enjoy this one, I'm a bit sleepy and definitely need to sleep early cause I gotta wake up early but I got motivation back (Did I? I don't know...)

Picrew link (I lost the link, so if anyone knows it and has it please let me know so I can properly credit the artist.)

#Yandere #Yandere oc #Yandere blog #Yandere x reader #Yandere oc x reader #Male Yandere #Original character #Yandere imagines #Yandere scenario

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Kinktober Childe -Day Five-

Tags for the day: Degradation and Pain kink

Summary: Sometime digging your claws into the back of the person pissing you off is the best course of action even if it isn't the most ethical

In simpleton terms, Childe was a brat. However not only a brat but the biggest, cockiest, most useful brat. Someone who has worked under me for years and rather than accepting an actual paycheck he’d rather get paid in sweets, head pats or pets, or even fucking insults. Sometimes I think I went into the wrong line of work when it came to baking with him but at the same time Childe not wanting a paycheck gives me a lot more money to improve the bakery and treats along with pay my bills so I’m not complaining. 

At least I wouldn’t be if Childe wasn’t such a brat that really only flirted with the customers. As I was closing up shop there he was flirting away with a customer. I sighed and went to the front seeing Childe with his signature smile. 

“It’s closing time.” I said, Childe huffed but personally led his customer out of the store before coming back in and sitting in a chair. 

“So? What am I getting paid in today?” Childe asked, “I mean the past few days you’ve been petting me while you're beyond tired which is disappointing.” I ignored his next words and went to finish closing and when I went to count the money Childe spoke up, “It’s $2,743.71, I checked before sitting down. I tallied it up too,” He said. I sighed resting my head on the counter. 

“Thank you.” I said, I felt a hand on my back and I turned to see Childe. 

“You seem tired. Is everything ok?” He asked. 

“Ye-” I don’t know why but lying seemed annoying, “No, I’m not ok Childe. The past few days I have been drained of everything because I am the only doing work in the back all while you flirt to your heart's content! And as much as I would like to hire an actual employee to help me, I can't because I’m not making enough money to do that!” I shouted, the ginger came close to my ear. 

“Use me to vent your anger, maybe then I’ll understand.” I grabbed his shirt collar and shoved him into the wall and furrowed my brows outraged. 

“Why the fuck are you like this?! All I have ever asked you is to do your job! Nothing more, nothing less!” I shouted, Childe hummed, biting his bottom lip. He even took my hips into his grasp. 

“Yeah? What else? Come on, show me my place.” I swiftly slapped his face, before backing away. Yet before I could get too far Childe took my wrist into one of his hands and pulled me back close, “Use me Y/n. Use me in whatever way you need, just use me.” The offer was oh-so tempting and god all I really wanted in the moment was just to do so. I pulled Childe’s face close to mine and had our lips smash together. Childe smiled into the kiss before backing me into a wall and pinning me there. 

“Use me to your heart's content.” Childe whispered into my ear. I took his hips into my grasp and pulled him close to me before swinging my legs around his hips and swiftly changing our positions as Childe was backed into the wall and I was using my strength to hug onto his body. 

“F-fuck, that was-” I cut him off before by biting down on his collarbone, “F-fuck~ T-that’s right, bite me just like that, just like your a fucking vampire.” He sighed dreamily, as one of his hands went to the back of my head and the other supported my weight on his body. 

“C-come on, bit down again my blood sucker.” I did as told but this time I felt something warm in my mouth and I smirked before lifting myself away from his collarbone and smashed my lips onto his I used my nails and dug them into his back as I kissed Childe. It was obvious, Childe liked it by the hums coming from his lips. Yet it seems I was hogging his lips as Childe placed his hands on my back and dipped me to pull me away from his lips. 

“I still need to breathe from time to time.” Childe took me to the break room where he sat down on a chair and had me straddling his lap, “Should we continue here?” I groaned at the fact we moved in general but I managed to get my arms under his shirt and forced it off putting my nails back into their place while my mouth went biting and marking every place I could all while Childe was squirming under me. I didn’t understand his movements until he began to take off my jeans. 

“Do you wanna fuck me, boss?” Childe asked as I drew more blood from his body, “Come on, do you want me?” He asked. 

“Stop asking and give it to me whore.” I said, Childe smiled and undressed the bottom half of my body before he sat me down on his cock moving my hips all while I continued to bite scratch and use Childe as a toy for my anger.

Childe focused on using my body to get off while I used him to vent my anger and never in my years of living have I felt better than that moment of using an employee. I dug my nails deeper into his back and Childe moaned as he sped up my hips and the pace only continued as more pain was given to him. It was obvious that he needed pain to get off. Eventually Childe spoke up. . . 

“B-bite my collar bone again, come on bloodsucker.” I did as told having Childe moan in delight as red gushed out of his body and he sighed and I felt something warm in my body. Childe had come in me while I relaxed against my body and finally felt at peace after drawing his blood and doing things I’ve only imagined I could. 

“Feel better boss?” Childe asked. 

“Yes, thank you.”

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[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

And once again, a day at Family Video:

"So? How did it go this time?"

"Oh yeah, I've totally got a date."

"Do you really, though?"

Steve sighs. Sometimes knowing each other inside out is more of a curse than a blessing.

"That's what I thought. Get the You-Suck-Board out of the back"

"Sure thing Your Majesty"

"Excuse me? If anything I would be elected by the people, King Steve"

Whenever she hears anyone else say one of his old shameful nicknames at school, she will make sure to "accidentally" hit them very hard in the face during football practice. Or PE. Or sometimes just in the hallway, if they have no classes that overlap. Or the balls, if he is a real buttface. "With my luck I would rearrange his features into something less hideous" is her justification when Steve winces in second-hand sympathy. He truly adores her with everything he has.

Whenever he hears someone else use "dyke" or "fairy" or "queer" as an insult, he will glare at them so hard they never dare wear their current outfit again. Ever. If there is one thing years of being a jackass taught him, it is to give the most judgmental stare you can imagine.

They are also not above inventing a bullshit excuse to demand extra fees if it happens in the shop. He and Robin consider it compensation for having to listen to such bullshit with their own two poor queer little ears. Somehow Keith hasn't caught up yet.

Steve sighs. Again. It is truly impressive how much of an effect Robin can have on him without even physically being there.

" Alright-y, Dyke-y."

But Steve isn't anyone else, and neither is Robin. They are Steve and Robin and they are soulmates. It is almost like exposure therapy, in a way. Hearing it so often from someone they know will never really mean it takes away some of the sting when others use it maliciously. Steve didn't even have the designated-self-loathing-hour that normally follows the last time Mike sneered one of his old nicknames at him. (Didn't stop Robin from "accidentally" spilling her milkshake on him later. Steve only felt a little bit bad for laughing.)

"I can still hear you breathing on the phone. Dingus."

"So sorry. I was just waxing poetry about how meaningful our friendship-"

"Well I am about to start waxing poetry about what a loser you are. Loser."

Steve gives her a middle-finger she cannot see but is satisfactory either way, and places the phone back on the table. For a second he considers hanging up for a few moments if only to save a few cents. But it isn't he who is going to have to pay the phonebill and the job sucks anyway, so he doesn't. That's what Keith gets for his blatant favoritism.

He goes back to the phone after giving himself a point in the Gay-Jokes-Board. If she truly wanted him to play fair, she should've come to work instead of blowing him off because of "sickness" or some bullshit. Karma, bitch.

Another customer enters. He takes a short look at the door and braces himself. To be honest, flirting with girls isn't nearly as fun without Robin's silent running commentary. By now he doesn't even expect a second date, he does it mostly to have something to do while everyone he knows is at school. But he knows that Robin truly is at home feeling miserable right now (she even skipped band practice yesterday. And nothing comes between Robin and band practice), so when he sees the flowing dress entering through the door he is already mentally preparing himself for another conversation that will make him cringe at 2 AM and steal his sleep for the next week. The things he does for Robin.

He is not above admitting how he visibly deflates when he recognizes the bright red hair entering through the door. Thank God.

"Hey Dorothy!"

"VICKIE IS THERE?! FUCK"

Steve laughs at her outrage. By now he does actually know her name (hard not to, with how often she coincidentally comes to browse the store whenever Robin has a shift), but he has called her "Friend of Dorothy" so much that it has stuck. He is just very bad with names, okay?! Besides, in his humble and correct opinion, Dorothy is simply the superior name. It suits her way better. One day he will be able to convince Vickie of his correct opinion, and when that day comes, he will be ready to immortalize the moment she tells Robin with his camera.

Vicky comes towards the counter and Steve makes the executive decision that torturing Robin is more important than costing Family Video money. Robin realizes what he is about to do, but her cries of protest only encourage him further. Will he pay for that? Probably. Is it still worth it? Abso-fucking-lutely. The click when he hangs up sounds like music to his ears.

He smirks when he sees how her eyes immediately search out something behind him. When she sees his expression, her cheeks flush as bright as her hair. Every time that happens he has to think about Robin's hour-long monologue about how adorable Vickie looks when she blushes. He realizes that for once there isn't anyone here to stop him from saying that. He may not be good at mantaining relationships, but no one can deny that he is an expert at getting a date. And if Robin refuses to make a move? Well, he always has wanted to play matchmaker.

He leans forward and gives her his most charming smile. "So...do you come here often?"

She blinks at him. "Are you...flirting with me?!?!"

"Pretend that I'm Robin, alright?" He brushes one of her red locks behind her ear.

"Jesus Christ"

"Superstar. So, when are you free? Lucky for you, I have Robin's entire schedule memorized."

They stare at each other for a time, at an impasse. And then-

"LISTEN TO THAT HOWLING MOB OF BLOCKHEADS IN THE STREET-!"

(Steve vaguely notes that they scare a few potential customers away with their musical numbers. (Yes. Plural. Obviously.) To say that Vickie isn't a great singer is a bit of an understatement. He thinks it is only fair, considering he already saved Family Video's phone bill by hanging up on Robin. ROBIN. If they wanted him to care they should pay him better.)

It is only once they have gone through the entire "Jesus Christ Superstar" Discography and Vickie is already stepping into her car that he realizes he never actually arranged the Robin and Vickie date. Rockie date? Wait......

He basically throws himself onto the the phone

"ROBIN!"

A very confused Mrs. Buckley calls for her daughter. Steve is practically vibrating on his feet.

"ROBIN! IF YOU COMBINE YOUR AND VICKIES NAME TOGETHER YOU GET ROCKIE!!!!"

"OH MY GOD, LIKE IN THE ICONIC AND VERY QUEER ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW?!"

"I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S INTO YOU BITCH!"

btw. people. please tell me your Vickie headcanons. <3

Hey look the WIP game actually works lol

-> tramp-stamp

-> gatekeeping 101

-> anti-heteronormativity

-> jancy appreciation hours

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #st vickie #vickie stranger things #robin x vickie #rockie #an average day in family video #this ones a bit shorter :/

[dragongirldg]

My leosagi, I think it would be hilarious if Raph didn’t trust Usagi because Leo had the biggest crush on him.

“You’re right Mikey, I should calm down. It’s just that Leo always gripes and complains about how we all trust too easily when Leo wasn’t even the least bit suspicious of Usagi (who was breaking and entering a place when we first met) because of his crush. I shouldn’t worry about him or the FACT THAT HE COULD BREAK HIS HEART- SHATTERED IN TO A MILLION PIECES!”, Raph punched a hole in the table.

———

Leo with a love struck look, smiling at an annoyed Usagi and trying to hang out with him.

“I’m ready to go! Your friends are waiting for us, right?”

Usagi sighs as he tries to explain that he just wants to hang out with them alone.

“Well…then it could be the two of us next time! Like a date- like what date are you free? I-I would really like to hang out! With you! Alone! Unless you want to invite someone! That’s fine too!”

“Look, if you promise to chill then fine, you can come. But please, don’t embarrass me! I mean, you’re a nice guy, but my friends don’t warm up to others that easily.”

“Oh don’t worry about that! I am the most charming person I know! W-well beside you I mean….”

Leo grabs onto Ugasi’s arm with a big blush and an innocent smile. Usagi tries not to groan and looks over Leo’s head when he felt a glare.

Raph looks like is about to kill him, so he easily slid his arm a way, hold them up with palms open. He sweated.

“How about we just go?”

Leo tilted his head before looking behind him, Raph had a pleasant smile and waved. Leo waved back enthusiastically.

“Bye guys, I have a date- I mean hang out with Usagi! Together! With his friends!”

Leo turns and Raph went back to killing Isagi with his snarl. Usagi will have to protect Leo if he wants to live.

Leo grabbed Usagi’s hand to pull him a way. Raph was smiling again because he was in Leo’s line of sight.

“Hurry! We can’t be late!”

Leo would giggle as Usagi had a pit of dread in his stomach. He was in for a long night, hopefully this can’t get any worse?

———-

Blah blah blah Splinter walks into one of Raph’s rants about how felt like Usagi was taking his brother a way.

“What are you talking about boys?”

“Usagi.”

“Oh Blue’s little friend? He’s such a nice-“

“Leo has a crush on him.”

“Never liked that Usagi boy anyway.”

Raph would glare at Donnie, who shrugged.

“What? I’m only stating facts!”

“Uh pops, don’t worry. I don’t think he’s into him-“

“Why not? My little blue is charming! He takes after me! Is not good enough for him? Is he stuck up-“

Leo bursts into the room with tears in his eyes. Raph is on high alert.

“What’s wrong? What happened? I’ll kill-“

“I had a fight with Usagi! He probably hates me now!”

“Pretty sure he already hated you.”

Splinter slaps Donnie with a shoe.

“Owe, sorry. Right, not helping.”

“Calm down, my son. I’m sure it’s not the case. What happened?”

“Well…I was following him near our usual meet up spot get snacks for his friends before meeting them…”

Mikey encouraged him.

“I noticed the convenience store clerk was kind of cute… so I flirted with him a little. You know how I am! I wanted a discount. Usagi thought we were taking too long so he cut into our conversation. I didn’t get that discount. Bummer.”

“Leo.”

“I know…anyways, after we left, he was acting all mad and it was annoying because he has no reason to insult the clerk! They didn’t do anything wrong! This and that happened and we were yelling and Usagi said he wished he never met me! In front of his friends! I felt so embarrassed that I had to run a way….”

Raph hugged Leo with Mikey and Donnie had a robotic claw patting him. Usagi chose this moment to come in, still irritated and trying to talk to Leo.

He couldn’t for Splinter was on him with a slipper.

“Leo, look. I didn’t-“

Usagi ran for his life.

Mikey patted Leo’s shoulder with a smile, before immediately chasing after them with a scream.

————-

Do They work it out or does Usagi die do to unknown reasons? He would only be a splatter on the wall.

Why is Usagi a little mean to Leo sometimes?

Usagi is one- two years older than Leo.

How many times does Leo stutter small, accidental confessions to Usagi, who ignores every single one of them?

Leo is way too obvious that Usagi knows Leo likes him, but who knows what Usagi even feels about him in general?

Usagi at one point tried ignoring Leo completely, but that didn’t work as Leo didn’t notice. (If he did, he didn’t show it. Because if he did, he would ignore the hurt in favor of trying even harder to be liked.)

Usagi has no intention of leading him on, but every time he was nice- Leo would be flustered and more in love.

——-

In any case- I think it would be cute! Raph switching from caring older brother to I will fxcking bite your head off.

#rottmnt #Usagi #leosagi #crossover #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[scrion7]

lantern rite - ventao overanalysis

Okay, as a VenTao shipper, I was expecting a simple introduction where the two got introduced because of Zhongli and then the plot would move on.

What we got instead was Hu Tao and Venti having fucking secondary and tertiary conversations in the subtle words between words of what are on the surface flirty compliments (and yeah, those are really cute too) but are actually them planning and enacting a 3 point dunk on everyone's favorite ASMR voice WHILE ALSO sussing each other out.

It's probably not even that deep, but by god I am a mole with a jackhammer and I am going to dig.

The first conversation they have is seemingly just flirting on main, with a side of Venti dunking on Zhongli by saying Hu Tao is the greatest authority here (with Rex Fucking Lapis, Xiao the Yaksha and the Traveler in the room). If there's something other than that here, it's something lost in translation, so I'll take Venti calling Hu Tao a beautiful bouquet of flowers and the source of all life on earth at face value.

The second conversation they have, on the other hand, is not as benign. Hu Tao starts off by saying this:

The use of "unsatisfactory" is the tell here. Only Venti can decide what "unsatisfactory" is, and Hu Tao wants him to let her know if that happens.

What Hu Tao is actually saying is that if you want to, at any time, dunk on Zhongli, I'll dunk on him too with the power of being his boss. They're both poets, they know subtext. This is AFTER Venti's first roast, where he demonstrated that yes, he is aware Zhongli is the supposedly deceased Geo Archon, and that isn't going to stop him from dunking on him. You know how Venti responds?

There are so many fucking layers to this. The obvious first layer is just what it looks like: a straight up compliment. The second layer, which is still obvious thanks to the side eye and the sarcastic tone of 'impressive,' is a dunk on Zhongli. The third and fourth layer are a bit of a stretch but I am ready to do some fucking yoga.

Saying she's savvy, directly after her previous comment? That is an acknowledgement that he heard what Hu Tao didn't say - aka, if Venti wants to dunk on Zhongli, Hu Tao will back him up.

Saying she's reliable implies that Venti trusts Hu Tao to dunk on Zhongli where it hurts.

And then he fucking dunks on Zhongli by calling him an impressive consultant with a sarcastic tone and obvious side eye.

This? This is not a compliment. I mean, yeah, it is, and at face value is also cute, but that's not why I love it. What Hu Tao actually means is that Venti's too nice for giving her the opportunity to dunk on her employee.

And then she fucking does it, somehow with MORE LAYERS than Venti.

That right there? Face value, its a compliment, but we all know it's her insulting Zhongli's ability to stay incognito.

It's ALSO her acknowledging that, yes, she is aware Zhongli is, in fact Rex Lapis. Venti already implied he knows, so she decided to let Venti know that she knows, as well as saying that she knows that Venti knows he's Rex Lapis.

But the last layer is where I really started to dig. Don't see it yet? It took me a while too.

"From the sophisticated way he speaks, it's hard not to suspect that he could very well be an adeptus in disguise! Hehe."

Now, a simple question. When Hu Tao says "he," who is she talking about?

Obviously Zhongli right? But, considering that Hu Tao and Venti have spent this entire conversation hiding conversations within conversations, Venti clearly also has a sophisticated way of using words. If you substitute 'he' with Venti...

"From the sophisticated way VENTI speaks, it's hard not to suspect that VENTI could very well be an adeptus in disguise! Hehe."

This? This is an accusation. Hu Tao thinks Venti is not human. Hu Tao thinks Venti is sus.

You know what she does next?

She goes to Xiao, someone who actually knows Venti's true identity, and asks if he thinks it's possible that her accusation is true. Of course, Xiao doesn't know subtlety if it kicked him in the face, but still.

[Edit: After seeing the additional character interactions outside of the epilogue, I can almost certainly confirm that Hu Tao knows that Venti is the Anemo Archon.

Hu Tao: With that extraordinary demeanor and literary talent, he's definitely not just any bard. If he's someone that could hold his ground in a conversation with the consultant, he needs to at least be as talented as me!

(also she absolutely just implied she regularly holds her ground against Rex Lapis)]

Anyway, TL:DR, VenTao spent their second onscreen interaction by simultaneously flirting with each other, dunking on Zhongli, and somehow also fit in Hu Tao accusing Venti of being the anemo archon in TEN SENTENCES.

Their relationship is an onion of layers and it's everything I could have hoped for and more.

Oh and apparently I'm a fake VenTao shipper because Venti and Hu Tao have matching flowers in their hats and I never noticed.

#ventao #genshin #old friends (are the easiest to prank) #lantern rite #venti #hu tao #the holy subtexts #genshin theory #genshin 3.4 spoilers #english classes coming in handy #genshin analysis

[biaswreckingfics]

Hi! I'm your fans since blurred lines 🔥 i miss them so much that i just finished read it all over again 🤧🤧🤧

If your drabble req are still not exploding i want to req sunwoo 31 + 85 (angst + suggestive)

Love youuu 🥺🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and here's your 👑👑👑

Sunwoo + Angst -❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy this!! Also, thank you for the 👑👑😂😂. I'll share them with you for reading Blurred Lines!!-

(If you think I don't feel anything for you, then you're more stupid than I thought. + Let me show you how much I want you.)

The party is in full swing, but you're feeling anything but jovial. Your friends are here, the music and food are great, and to top it all off, the man you're basically in love with is present. The only issue is his ex, who very much wants to get back with him, is also here.

With a sigh, you watch her follow Sunwoo around like a little puppy dog. He does nothing to stop her and even engages in conversation with her whenever she's next to him, making her laugh loudly. Of course, he has every right to. You don't control him. Hell, the two of you aren't even together. You're… you don't know what.

Sunwoo knows about your feelings, and you thought he even returned them, but now you're beginning to believe you were seeing things that weren't really there. Maybe you've been reading into his actions a little too much… It's not like the two of you have ever sat down and had a conversation about it. Your time together is usually about flirting, stolen kisses, and just feeling alive when you're with each other. 

"He's not interested in her anymore," Sangyeon says as he comes to a stop next to you.

"No?" You question, though you're pretty sure you know it to be true. 

Sangyeon glances sideways at you. "No. His eyes are focused on someone else."

You hum, but don't say much else. Are his eyes focused on someone else? Because he's barely spoken to you since you've got here. You seem like just another acquaintance to him, and not someone he supposedly likes.

"Sangyeon," you start, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. "Is there something between him and me or am I making it all up?"

He studies your face before glancing at Sunwoo. "I know he's not the best at relationships, but you definitely mean something to him. He's happier around you…"

Sangyeon excuses himself after that and you're left alone once again. When you look back at Sunwoo, you see his ex holding his arm, and decide it's time to go elsewhere. Turning around, you wander deeper into the mansion you've somehow found yourself in until you come across an empty bedroom. 

Closing the door behind you, you take some time to collect your thoughts and stabilize your emotions. You're in there for maybe five minutes, when you hear the door open and someone enters the room. You spin around - assuming to see a couple sucking each other's faces off - but instead, you find Sunwoo.

He quietly watches you before shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. "How come you're in here?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you say, "Just felt overwhelmed."

The silence that follows has you fidgeting. His stare is so intense, you blurt out words in hopes that he'll look away. "Sunwoo, if this isn't something you want - if I'm not something you want - just tell me so I can move on with my life."

You can see your words startle and slightly confuse him, but he does his best to cover it up. He shakes his head. "What are you talking about?"

"Us. If you don't want a relationship with me, or if I'm reading into things that aren't really there, please just tell me."

He stares blankly at you for a moment, and you begin to believe that your words are true. That he doesn't want anything serious with you and that he's just having a good time. When you start to see that intensity creep back into his gaze, you hold your breath.

"If you think I don't feel anything for you, then you're more stupid than I thought."

His words take you back, and you're unsure if they're a compliment or an insult. The emotions must be clear on your face because Sunwoo's gaze softens and he steps toward you. "Of course, I want to be with you. I wouldn't be making out with you and spending time with you if I didn't… I guess maybe I'm not expressing my feelings properly."

"I guess not," you softly agree.

Determination takes over his features and he strides over to you with purpose. "Let me show you how much I want you. Let me prove to you that you mean something to me… and that you're mine."

#sunwoo drabbles #sunwoo angst #sunwoo au #sunwoo fic #sunwoo fanfic #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo imagines #kim sunwoo au #kim sunwoo fanfic #kim sunwoo fic #kim sunwoo angst #kim sunwoo drabbles #kim sunwoo scenarios #the boyz scenarios #the boyz au #the boyz drabbles #the boyz fanfic #the boyz ff #the boyz fic #the boyz angst

[always-andromeda]

Ok ok, hear me out… La Belle Fleur Sauvage with Calvin? He gets pegged and likes it a little rough??? I am so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, if so, feel free to publicly shame me on the internet 💖

Author's Note | ohohoho, anon, this does not make me uncomfortable AT ALL. my one complaint is that this was supposed to be a fucking DRABBLE and this turned almost into a full fic?? I don't actually mind that tbh. this is my first time writing a pegging scenario so pls don't crucify me if it sucks ass! Anyhoo. If y'all don't like pegging, just pretend you do not see! we're having special time with pretty boy Calvin here, move along.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), pegging, Calvin discovers that he likes it rough, nothing else I can think of!

It's unfair how quickly Calvin upsets you. One second, you feel wrapped around his terribly talented fingers. The next, you could tear him limb from limb with how terribly out of touch and unpleasant he can be at times. The whole drive home, you seethe in the passenger's seat, listening to him ramble about how you'd conducted yourself so inappropriately in front of his mentor and friend, Langdon Tharp.

Never mind the fact that he'd started making the lewd suggestions. Never mind the fact that Calvin had been there, watching how uncomfortable it had made you being spoken to in such a way by a man who was practically a stranger to you. It was insulting, the fact that Calvin went to the defense of his friend and pointed the finger at you, as if something in the way you'd dressed had tempted the man. That's the word he used in the car.

You tempted him. With that skirt, you probably looked like just another slut to him. Of course he was going to treat you like one.

And that was the final straw. Those were the spitting words that sent you careening out of Calvin's car the second he parked in his garage. Entering the apartment, you barely regard an excited Scotty as you storm up the stairs and slam the bedroom door behind you. If you had your head screwed on right, you would've made Calvin sleep on the couch.

You would've opened the door a crack just to let Scotty scamper in and keep you company for the night as you mull over your terrible boyfriend's comments; as you contemplated for maybe the umpteenth time whether or not you were going to actually stay with him. Because you hate these rough patches of insecurity that make Calvin into such an egotistical asshole. But you love him. You love that he inevitably comes crawling back, knuckles rapping on the door gently as he makes an attempt at mending things.

"Hey...sweetheart? Can I come in?" No answer.

Calvin knew he'd fucked up the second those words had left his mouth. He didn't mean them. Not really. But he couldn't help it. He feels pathetic inside knowing how truly worried he is about you leaving him. Especially with a man like Langdon flirting with you. Langdon is older. Wiser. Handsome. Could probably support you better than Calvin ever could. And one day you're going to shake your head and ask yourself why you were sticking around for a guy like him? That's what usually happened with Calvin's relationships.

But you're not supposed to be like the others. He goes to speak again when the door opens suddenly. You stare up at him, arms crossed in frustration.

"Why should I let you in? Wouldn't only a slut do that? Or, I'm sorry, have I tempted you?"

"Baby..."

You cut him off, "Don't you baby me. I am sick and tired of you turning on me the way you do. You act like I don't care about you. Like I'm gonna leave you at any second just because someone paid attention to me. Which I can't control, by the way."

"I know...I know..." Calvin raises his hands but it does little to placate you.

You sigh and look him up and down, thinking of something wicked. "You can come in. As long as you can behave for me. If you can't then it's the couch for you tonight." you smile humorlessly.

What fool would say no to that? Calvin nods fiercely and you step aside, letting him into the room. And when you tell him to take off his clothes, he does just that. Quickly shedding the layers of his blazer, sweater, and button up undershirt, he feels the pressure mounting in his groin. He can't help but get a little guilty every time you two fight. Not only because he hates fighting with you.

But also because he knows the sex afterwards is going to be everything. He can already feel you on his hips, clenching around his cock and sucking bruises on his neck that he'll run his fingers over in the morning. Part of him hates that these releases are so satisfying. Something deep inside him tells him that this routine isn't healthy. It makes him crave your spiteful glare as you come undone for him. He shouldn't want that from you, should he?

He pushes the thought away as he stumbles to roll his socks off, finally down to nothing and settling himself on the edge of the bed. He can practically hear you coo already: good boy.

"Are you done, Cal?" you call from the closet. You had disappeared in there to get yourself ready.

"Ready," he confirms. And as you emerge, he drinks up your figure. The lingerie clinging to your skin that he adored so much. As his stare wanders adoringly, they stop suddenly at one part that makes his eyes practically pop out of his skull: the black plastic cock that's harnessed in place on you. His breath hitches.

You notice his hesitance, "Remember Cal...you have a choice. You can take me...or you can always sleep on the couch. It's your choice, baby."

Swallowing down hard on the lump in his throat, Calvin contemplates the plastic piece. How his own cock is starting to mimic it, rigidly hanging in the air, waiting to penetrate something.

He nods timidly. As long as he gets to feel you. That's all he wants.

"Good boy," you giggle, stepping towards him until the dildo is barely an inch from him. You look into his desperate doe eyes, cup his chin and tuck a fallen strand of hair behind his ear.

"Here's what I need you to do. I need you to get me all wet first. Can you do that for me?"

You watch his eyelids flutter slightly before he chokes out, "Yes, ma'am." And boy, do you love the sound of that name.

You slot your fingers into each side of his jaw, popping his mouth open and thrusting the cock inside with little hesitance. His back hunches, trying to get it as deep as he possibly can down his throat and you shift your hips upwards to assist him.

He gags almost immediately as he eagerly takes the length. Eyes watering as you slowly fuck his mouth, you try not to chuckle. If that cock were real, it would be heavily displeased at Calvin's lack of technique. How he struggles to take down every inch, choking and getting spit everywhere. Good thing this was just to get it wet. Good thing he sounds so pretty sputtering with you halfway down his throat.

Hand in his hair, you pull him off of the length with a wet pop. His lips are puffy and pink. Absolutely perfect as you place a chaste kiss on them that he barely has the mind to return. You reach to slide his askew glasses off his face and he blinks hard a few times. Even when you're a bit blurry, you're still the most divine being he's ever laid eyes on.

It's why he obeys so quickly when you tell him to lay face down on the duvet. He feels his legs shake in anticipation and his cock strain against the bed. It almost hurts keeping it pressed down like this. But he repeats the phrase be a good boy over and over in his head like a prayer. And he clenches his eyes shut, waiting patiently until he feels you on the back of his thighs, spreading his ass cheeks apart slowly.

"Hmmm," you observe him carefully, "I bet you're so tight. Bet you'll barely be able to handle my cock, honey."

Calvin whimpers headily, "I need it. Please..."

"Oh, you gonna beg for me to make love to you, sweetheart?" You tease him with the phrase he used so often. Calvin hates saying that he'll fuck you. It's so impersonal, so detached. So it's why even when he's fucking you relentlessly into his mattress, he always whispers that he's going to make love to you.

It's disgustingly adorable and makes you chuckle when he groans pitifully, "Please...make love to me..."

"Aw, thank you for asking so nicely." you press the tip up to his hole and feel him freeze.

In a velvety tone you soften him, "You have to ease up, Cal. I can't do this if you're so tense." Calvin tries to regulate his breathing and slows every thought in his mind before nodding against the pillow.

The second you enter him, kneading his ass cheeks as you slide in, Calvin wants to scream. He bites down on the pillow and feels every inch fill him and stretch him until it brushes against a spot that makes him falter. You hum hearing him struggle to catch his breath, his back rising and falling rapidly.

Your fingers leave behind angry red slashes along his ass as you coo, "You're so soft. So good for me."

Calvin needs more. Needs you hitting that spot over and over again. Needs more of that delicious tension knotting up in his belly. He sputters a few more pleases.

"C'mon, Cal. You can't act like such a slut and not follow through. That's what happens when you tempt people...looking this soft and fuckable."

You tug on his hair, pulling his head back so you can hear him when he replies, "Fuck me. Please. Like a slut. Fuck me." His own filthy words make his cock ache. But he knows if he even attempted to relieve it, you'd pull out of him so quickly that he thought he might actually cry.

You grin and a chuckle bubbles up deep from your throat as you utter your heartiest praise yet, "Gooooood boy."

Without wasting another second, you pull out a few inches before slamming back inside. Each time you test the movement, Calvin yelps. And you just hum in delight as you establish a crushing pace, designed to tear him apart. 

It almost hurts when you're this rough on him. But he still arches into you, taking you deeper and deeper until he can feel the plastic base pressed against his ass every so often. You moan softly with each sharp thrust, purely for his enjoyment. You let him make believe that he isn't alone in being absolutely ruined by this experience. But deep down inside, this does do something to you. It makes your insides flutter a little bit finally having him wrap around you so easily. And for once, you don't feel any sort of regret hate-fucking him. 

Not when he's being this good for you.

Calvin balls up the sheet in his fists and clings onto the bed, feeling the pressure build up impossibly. This kind of high is different from anything he's ever hit before. It's a deep, black hole of need that consumes every thought in his head and makes him practically dumb. His cock is red and weeping as he mindlessly reaches down to jerk himself off. Just a few more thrusts both from his end and yours and he'll be there, there's no doubt about that.

His pumps becoming quicker as he sloppily fucks his fisted hand, Calvin feels the thick ropes of spend shoot out of the tip as he lets out one last, drawn out, high pitched whine. And with the void having engulfed every ounce of energy in his bones, Calvin collapses back on the mattress. He breathes hard through the comedown as he feels you gently pull out, patting his backside in an almost congratulatory manner before you settle beside him.

Your nails rake over his back and he strains to hear you when you speak, "Don't doubt that I want you, Cal. Because if you stay good, I can always do that to you again."

Eyelids drooping, he mumbles hoarsely against the pillow, "I'll be good. So good."

Because all he knows now is that he needs this again. Over and over and over again.

#strange trails milestone✨ #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #calvin weir fields x you #calvin weir fields x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay this is petty to say, but it’s late and I was thinking about Lore Olympus heading into it’s new episodes and I just… I don’t get it. All the plots are kinda done and over with if you think about it, toxic girlfriend is gone, kronos is dead, no more college, no more TGEOM, no more controlling mom, and no AOW storyline. What will be left is Apollo, marriage, babies and you can easily just give that one or a few episodes because let’s be fr, Rachel did that with the whole 10 year thing. Everything is gonna be dealt with without any character development or any real message. This is supposedly a feminist story yet it depicts the story of a young girl falling for an older much richer and powerful man and the young girl leaving everything she loves and everyone she loves to be with this man after three weeks just to marry and have kids. I don’t know about you guys but I just don’t want to see Persephone become a housewife, I don’t want her to be just a baby maker for Hades and before you even say anything let’s be real that’s where this story is going you may not like how I say it but I’m saying this in the nicest way I possibly can. Persephone is literally just there to “fix Hades”, give him kids, and be with him so he won’t be lonely. He’s so dependent on her emotionally that he physically doesn’t know what to do with himself, a lot of people mistake that for love but in the context of their relationship I see it as desperation.

Hades has always been desperate. Desperate to be like his brothers, to have a queen, to have a wife, to not be lonely. He’d literally pick anyone to be his wife at this point if he hadn’t met Persephone because we’ve seen him trying to flirt with women before, it’s always giving escort and no I don’t mean to sound like I’m shaming escorts or anything that’s pretty dumb seeming as they’re literally doing a job but in this context the women he’s choosing aren’t escorts they’re just unlucky women who have to deal with him. He pays them and buys them gifts and everything and gives them everything they have just so they’ll stay with him. I’ve been noticing that, and then once he finds another young woman he does the same thing. That man is so utterly pathetic it’s scary, if you’re ever going to get into a relationship you should at the very least deal with very huge behavioral problems, for example Hades’ temper, something doesn’t go his way he riots like a child or you disagree with him and he’s upset, you give him criticism and he’s rushing out in the rain. You see what I’m getting at? Hades isn’t a very suitable person because he expects the woman in the relationship to be able to fix himself for him, to make all his problems go away, to deal with him at his ugliest and everything when he can’t even comfort and help Persephone when she confessed to him, or Minthe when she was getting insulted (badly might I add) by his own family to his face. He doesn’t even try being there yet those women are gonna have to bend over backwards to please him or he’ll go find someone else to whine to. Hades is pathetic and I despise him immensely, I hate him with the passion of a thousand suns and I wanna make that intensely clear to anyone who comes across this page for the first time. He was never a good person and he can’t even better his ways for Persephone.

Anyways, that’s the end of this rant. I’m a little eager for Saturday since I have a few things I wanna say about the episode but yeah, school is back in session as most of you know and I am running out of rants and even some appreciations. I believe I was going to appreciate Artemis next though so I’ll just use this post to remind me whenever I get the chance. But as I always say these are completely meaningless I don’t want anyone taking this seriously, I’m just stating my thoughts and opinions and if you agree with it that’s great and if you don’t that’s great too. By the way, this isn’t to bash Hades Lovers or anything if you like the man I don’t want you to back down from him just because I, a random teen on the internet, said something about it. If he’s your type he’s your type and this wasn’t a bash or anything so hopefully it doesn’t seem like it if it does I’m very sorry.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus critical

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Four

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary:   The speed-dating continues and in your emails with Bucky things escalate. You get to see a picture of him for the first time and he is HOT! You meet someone you instantly regret and wish you'd kept your mouth shut.

Words: 2.3k

Note:  The flirting with Bucky continues shamelessly - I'm not sorry in the slightest. I hope you enjoy ❤

There will be the occasional image and gif in the story from this point on. I've had a lot of them saved on my pc (for personal use *coughs*) for so long I've got no hope of remembering where they came from but where I have source information I will credit it.

Warnings:   alcohol consumption, sexism, fat shaming, derogatory language & behaviours, language/profanity, shameless flirting

***18+ Content - this whole fic is written for adults regardless of sexual content - minors do not interact***

Rockets of Love Masterlist

The next five dates weren’t any better in terms of a connection.  They were all too much like fuckboys, looking for a model to stick their dicks into.  One even seemed to mock you with his smug smirking as you talked, like the idea of bedding you as a pity fuck was a highly comedic idea.

“I mean, you could come home with me tonight and we’ll take it from there.”  His Lasse fair attitude was irritating.  “I’d make an exception for a good cause.”

Shit like that really made you feel stupid for even trying things like dating and socialising.  You hated this aspect of interacting with people but you plastered on some fake confidence and told him how it is.

“Listen, Joel,” you read his name badge with distain.  “You’re not my type.  I’m looking for someone I can hold an intellectual discussion with, not a one-night-stand.  I was hoping to let you down gently but since you came right out and said you want to smash, you pretty much forced my hand.  Sorry, mate.  That’s a no from me.”

“Fuck you!  Frigid bitch.”  He got up before the time limit was up and left the table.

You laughed on the outside but on the inside you were pissed off.  You could never win with guys like that.  If you fucked them you were a slut.  If not, you were frigid, bitch, cunt, or worse.  They’d call you fat, pig, ugly, and a plethora of other names and insults designed to bring you down.  Sure, you weren’t thin or super attractive but you weren’t the biggest and you weren’t all that ugly either.  People thought that people like you had no right to have standards, well fuck them in the ass, they were idiots.

You pulled out your phone to another email from Bucky.

Hey,

Look, I’m sorry if I went too far.  It’s just so easy to get carried away when I’ve had a few drinks.

I really enjoy talking to you and playing with you and I never want that to stop, so you just tell me when I’ve been an asshole and I’ll let that be the line in the sand.  Okay?

Bucky X

Slightly confused you looked back to see if there was anything in your last email to make him think he’d upset you.  You realised that you hadn’t replied to him when you’d replied to Nat.  Quickly you tapped out an answer.

Bucky…

You’ve never managed to offend me yet so you’re good.  I didn’t have time to reply in my haste to neck as much wine as possible between dates.  How else am I going to get through this catastrophe?

I’ll certainly tell you when you’re an asshole, and IF you go too far.  I quite like this loose-lipped side of you, but please stop apologising… You sound like me FFS.

Just wait until I tell you about this latest asshat.  Basically he invited me for a one-night-stand pity fuck.  I turned him down on the grounds of his waning intellect haha!

This is the last time I let anyone drag me to one of these things even if I’m only here in a supporting role.

See you in a few,

MD X

One more date before the next bathroom/smoke break and the guy was actually alright.  Bit mousy in the looks department but he was smart and funny and nerd just like you.  You talked shop, him being a programmer for a smartphone company and you being a high-level tech support agent.  He seemed impressed with your skills and even went so far as to ask you for another date there and then.  You would have liked to, but his breath was pretty smelly and you just couldn’t cope with it.

“Sure.”  You smiled at him when he asked for your number.  “You’ll get my details from the dating coordinator when we both tick yes on our sheets.”  You smiled and ticked yes where he could see and he did the same.  You felt terrible crossing it out after he left and ticking “no” instead, but you weren’t going to have a conversation about oral hygiene with a grown man, and certainly weren’t going to be kissing him.

During your next break you checked your phone to find one email from Bucky.

Babe,

If I were there I’m sure I’d be begging you to take me home too.  A one-night-stand seems a little short sighted but I’d take what I could get.  Pity fuck?  Was he that pathetic to ask you to fuck him out of pity?  Jesus.  I suppose his balls were big enough to ask lol

I love that you’ll call me out on my bullshit lol.  You’re fucking awesome.  Though… You do realise now you’ve told me that you’ll let me know IF I overstep the mark that you’re going to get so fed up of my loose-lipped bullshit you’re going to have to block me like some crazy stalker.  Maybe get a restraining order.

Does “see you in a few” mean you’ll come play with me later?  Or does it mean I’ll actually get to see you?  Shit, you know we’ve never even seen each other.  Hold up.  I’ll send you a picture in a bit.

Bucky X

Oh shit!

Now that Bucky was talking about pictures, you started to get nervous.   And he was calling you ‘babe’ now, which felt weird and nice at the same time.

You replied.

Buckinator…

The pity was for me… but I’d rather let my gash heal over than fuck a piece of shit fuckboy like him.  My cobwebs will remain in place until someone I actually like can convince me otherwise.

It means I’ll play later.  You don’t need to send a picture.  I’m sure as hell not sending one lol.

MD X

Just as you sent your reply, another email from him came through… with an attachment.

So this is me…

Bucky X

Holy shit Bucky was hot!  You were caught between a grin and a look of awe, whatever the hell kind of expression that was going to make on your face.

You could hear everyone being called back to their tables so you quickly, and very honestly, made your reply.

Fuck me!  You’re a hottie.  What the hell dude?  Your GF is one lucky lady.

MD X  *drooling*

He’d never spoken of a girlfriend before but that didn’t mean he didn’t have one.  There was only one way to find out; by prompting him on it.  You pressed send as another email came in from Bucky.  At this rate you were going to have a date waiting at your table when you returned.

Babe,

seriously?  Why the hell do you need a pity fuck?  You’re fucking amazing.  I also just spat good whiskey all over myself.  Thanks for the intense imagery… again.

If your ‘gash’ is ever in danger of healing over I offer my services.  And I apologise that the guys you’re meeting with tonight are a bunch of pricks.  We can’t all be charming and chivalrous 😉

It would be lovely to see you, to put a face to the voice, but it’s not necessary.  I know you’re a private person and I’d never pressure you.

Looking forward to later.

Bucky XXX

You rushed to your table and read at the same time.  He was really laying the charm on.  Could it be the whiskey he’d been drinking?  You couldn’t recall him ever being drunk when you’d gamed, but then neither had you been.  Maybe the wine had loosened you up and he was responding to your cues?

God only knows.  You thought.  But you couldn’t lie, you were enjoying this new twist to your interactions with him.  It was exciting, giving you a pleasant tingle low in your abdomen that you hadn’t felt for a long time.

Back at your table and Becca threw you a questioning look, glancing down at your phone and back to your face.  Her raised eyebrows said ‘what the hell are you doing?’

You shrugged and played innocent.

Date sixteen was another one of those guys who were just after a one-night-stand.  This one wasn’t even a little bit reserved about it.

“I’m here to get laid.”  Tim said.  “Honestly, you’re pretty enough.  I’d fuck you.”

“Well thanks for that, Cyrano de Bergerac.”  You sighed, exasperated.  “I’ll pass.”

“What do you want me to say?”  He folded his arms across his chest.  “At least I was up front about it.”

“True that.”  You took a massive gulp of wine.  Your buzz was wearing off way too quickly.  “Maybe a little less of the ‘you’re my bare minimum criteria for sex, come to my cave’ type of shit, would work better.”  You put on a voice for your parody, not bothering to look at him, you fiddled with your glass.

“Honesty is the best policy.”  He snorted.

“Honesty isn’t always kind, though is it?”  You were about done here.  Exhausted with putting on airs for these people, trying to be polite, and nice.

“Are you always so cynical?”

“This is me on a low cynicism day.”  You finished your wine and attracted a waiter for more.  You might as well just ask them to leave the bottle at this point.

“See, I like that you’re a little darker than you first seemed.”  Tim smiled at you, flashing you a set of over-white teeth.  “A woman with a black sense of humour is more attractive than some pretty thing that looks good on your arm.  That’s the kind of woman I’d want to spend my time with.”  He looked at you coyly, as if you weren’t going to see through that fake bullshit after what he’d said already.

“How’s that working out for you, Tim?”  You swigged your wine again, less and less interested in what he had to say.

“Not too well until about twenty seconds ago.”  He levelled a look at you that said ‘bedroom eyes’, and you actually snorted, almost spitting wine in his face.

“Really?”  You rolled your eyes.  “I bet your pick-up lines are priceless.”

When Tim moved on to Den’s table you really hoped he didn’t ply her with bullshit.  If he was honest with her she’d probably fuck him and not care about it being just a one time thing, but if he plied her with compliments and made her feel good then she’d be in it for relationship goals and would be mortified when he didn’t call back after the first hook-up.

You checked your phone for emails from Bucky (let’s not beat about the bush, his was the only name that you wanted to see in your notifications) while you waited for Becca to be done with your next date.

Stop!  You’re making me blush.  There’s no girlfriend, no wife, no significant other.  Wait!  Was ‘fuck me!’ an offer or a demand?

Mr Hottie X

You laughed out loud as Becca was forced to stop talking to your next date.  She was smiling and simpering, and everything.

This guy must be nice.  You thought.

WRONG!

With the seventeenth date, you discovered that not all men were happy about girl gamers, contrary to popular belief.  Your experience had been that men online thought of girl gamers much like unicorns – a rare mythological creature scarcely seen and, rarer still, experienced first-hand.

“Games are sports, and female gamers are like female sportspersons.”   A fitness freak called Tony said.  “They’re substandard and devalue the game.”

“Seriously?”  You didn’t know what to say to him.  Sexist wanker.

“Yeah.”  He was firm.  “There’s no female sportsperson better than any male sportsman.”

“So you’re saying that no woman in the world can beat any man in the world at any game?  Even online games?”  You scoffed.  “That’s ridiculous.  I play well enough to kick plenty of guys in the ass.”

“What game do you play?”  He scowled.

“Orion Protocol.”  You said without thinking.

“Hmm?”  Tony huffed.  “I play that.  What’s your gamer tag?”

“MoonDragon.”  You said reactively as your temper flared.

There was no way this shithead was going to tell you that he was better than you at that damn game.  You knew you were good.  You were in one of the best clans in the whole damn game and were good enough for Bucky to call you one of their ‘big guns’.

“Fuck off!”  He laughed.  “You’re [AVG]MoonDragon?  Not a chance in hell!”

Shitshitshitshitshit!  Damn wine.  Damn pride.

Adrenaline surged, sending your heart into overdrive and your chest tingling with the first stages of panic.  Your regret was instant.

Your face was beet red, even under the make-up, you could feel the burn prickling your skin but you remained silent.

Breathe.  Breathe.  Your frown matched his.

“MoodDragon is definitely a guy.  I’ve played with him.  The style is unmistakeable, no girl can do what he does.”

“What’s your tag then?”  Pride and frustration mixed together to form a writhing mess of emotion in your chest and gut.

“I’m [HDR]Taskmaster.”  He was all smug and cocky.  “Though I play on an alternate account too.”

“[HDR]?  Never heard of them.”  Alternate account?  That was why you didn’t know the name.

“Haven’t heard of HYDRA?”  Tony laughed at you mockingly.  “We’re one of the oldest clans in Orion Protocol.  We’ve been around since the beginning.  Arch nemesis of The Avengers, in fact.”  His eyes were twinkling with glee.  “You should know if you’re in the Avengers.”

“What’s your alt, then?”  You pushed.

The buzzer went off for the five minute date timer and Tony stood.

“I’ll see you around, loser.”  He moved to the next table and refused to look your way again.

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