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on-leatheredwings · 2 months

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Dirty Laundry (18+)

Yandere! Dick Grayson x (Fem) Reader

> romantic, 18+ > Request: I think Dick would be a major creep and your rules didn't say anything about no nsft, so can I ask for a fic with this scenario: Dick stealing reader's underwear and using the dirty ones to get off while cumming into the clean ones. And putting the "clean" ones back into her dresser hoping she doesn't notice the stains and wears them? Thanks! > a/n: …………………………………… Ohhhh, so you’re crazy. Meaning, you’re just like me . thanks for the dick request i want to write him better/more ;u; had fun writing this! > tw: someone cumming in your panties without your consent or knowledge, so sexual assault. As well as yandere-typical thoughts and behaviors. > Word count: 1847 (Ugh this was supposed to be like 3 paragraphs max but i’m me.)

Dick’s your best friend.

… You guess.

He was new to Blüdhaven, and you two just seemed to keep bumping into each other in the rare times you left your apartment. Might as well get to know the guy. You didn’t have much choice in the matter, once he attached to you. And that was okay, because you liked him back and, frankly, were in quite desperate need for friends. The man currently lounges on your bed, sifting through a magazine while you’re mixing audio for this indie rock cover band that’s commissioned you. That’s your side hustle and passion, when you’re not being a work-from-home researcher for S.T.A.R. Labs.

You’re an hour into your work and Dick Grayson is lounging on his spot on your bed, because he has claimed a spot at this point. All is well with the world. Then, your stomach lets out a groan, and so do you.

A pair of eyes, all ocean blue and twinkling, slide over to you without a second’s hesitation. You meet them, unblinking and unperturbed. Does he know he’s kind of a freak? Being all light-eyed and adoring?

You stand up without fanfare, removing your headphones from your ears and letting them sit around the column of your neck.

“I’m going to get food from the place next door.”

You yawn and walk away from your desk. That usually was much harder for you, but Grayson’s presence in your life had made it more of a priority for you to care for yourself. “Don’t touch anything,” you say, plainly and without venom. Without another word, you’re gone, and Dick launches up from his seat once he hears the front door to your flat close.

He told himself he was going to do this today. He told himself, and he is a man of his word.

He opens the bottom drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your clean pairs of underwear. Then he trespasses into your closet, where he knows you keep your laundry basket.

Dick knows where a lot of things are in your apartment, and he has made it his job to know every inch of your bedroom specifically. When you leave the room, like times like this, he enjoys going around and familiarizing himself with everything. And he’s planted cameras, of course. He does leave your en-suite restroom alone, an act he pats himself on the back for. You deserved your privacy, after all. To his disappointment, you do tend to masturbate exclusively in the shower, and he must tide himself over with the audio his cameras pick up, rather than visuals.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dick buries his hands into your laundry basket. These were the things… you wore. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. Still, he had no time to waste. While often busy, the Chinese place you were at was also known for its fast service. Dick grabs the first pair of panties he sees: blue lace-trim, white in color, with blue gingham. You’re so cute.

He sits in your closet, back to your hamper, slides off the jeans that look really good on him which he hopes you’ve noticed. All of these actions are done a little clumsier than normal because his pulse roars in his ears.

He lets his head fall backward, and he begins pumping his cock with your panties in that same hand. He thinks of your face, your body, your hands. He really likes your hands, so adept and amble, always flying across a keyboard or strumming a guitar. He thinks about the honest things you say, truthful but usually with tact. He thinks about your eyes crinkling when he’s being a show-off, and your pretty lips that you’re usually wetting with your tongue rather than finally just getting lip balm.

At this point, Dick is a wreck, eyes glazed over and only half-open. His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He goes slack-jawed, pink lips only a little swollen from his biting down on them. He’s about to finish, he knows he is. It’s building in him like the birth of a tidal wave. Pre-cum and his sweat have soiled your gingham pair, and he looks at the very plain pair of navy blue boyshorts in his free hand, clenched into a fist. He finds himself blushing. Your underwear is so… you, and it’s hilarious that holding them in his hand is what is flustering him so much. Considering what he’s doing.

Dick whimpers, a sound that’s both embarrassing and utterly liberating. Pleasure pulses in between his legs, his back shoots into an arch, his balls hike up to the base of his cock. He cums with a raspy cry, right onto the crotch of your boyshorts. He had initially planned to just finish anywhere on the fabric, but at the last second decided to cum where your cunt would touch. He’s kind of romantic like that. (He’s also kind of a pervert, and he knows that.)

He pants in the afterglow of his orgasm, cheeks painted over with rosy pink. He tosses your white pair back into its home, the laundry basket.

His calloused fingers reach up for the corner of his mouth, which had been agape this whole while.

… Was he drooling?

Dick robotically proceeds to rub his semen into your underwear until it's just a dark stain. He pulls his dark jeans from the pool of black denim they formed at his ankles, he runs his fingers through his hair at a job well done. He returns your boyshorts to your dresser, neatly folding them like all the rest. And finally, he wipes his mouth. He returns to your bed, and it’s like nothing has happened since you left.

Dick Grayson – Gotham pretty boy, badass superhero – should probably cringe; in any other context, isn’t that so lame…? But considering it was you, honestly, what could he have expected…

You come back into your bedroom, a bag of takeout swinging from your hands. His eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

… You simply have that effect on him.

You stomp through his room until you’re right in front of him, where he pretends to be scrolling on his phone. Your arms are akimbo as you stare down at him, blocking your room’s overhead light with your skull and casting your shadow over him. He looks up and smiles cheekily.

“Alright, Dickard.” Dick’s lips quirk. “Get out. I’m going to shower and change.” Sniffing yourself on the way back, you decided it was high time you did.

Dick’s brain goes a mile a minute. Shower. Change. Underwear? His heart skitters but he doesn’t show it.

“Aw, don’t let me stop you. Feel free,” he teasingly sings.

Your eye twitches and you take it upon yourself to physically move him. Not that you could if he chose to actually resist. You know that he must be strong, stronger than ‘doing acrobatics as a hobby’ must make someone. You’ve caught a peek at his abdomen and biceps now and then. Guy is ripped.

“Go eat,” you order, throwing the takeout into his hand. “I got enough for the both of us.” Why, Dick could twirl his hair and kick his feet right now – despite a prickly exterior, you really were a sweetheart, weren’t you? He refuses to have you pay for him though. He will definitely be returning the favor thricefold.

You successfully shoo the six feet tall model out of your room.

Once he’s out, you take your shower, standing for five minutes in the spray until it grows warm. You think with amusement at the idea of movies and TV making women showering such a sexy, erotic scene. Bitch, you are in here scrubbing pots and pans.

After the job’s done, your feet land on your worn shower mat from college, and pad towards your bedroom once more. You catch a towel on your way there, belatedly remembering that Dick Grayson may still be loitering in your bedroom, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of him seeing your private bits. Warily shifting eyes from behind the door, you see no one’s around.

Knock knock.

“Are you done?”

Dick’s voice from the hallway makes you panic, fearful that he may burst in before you’re ready and presentable.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a woman while she’s getting ready in her boudoir!“ you yell, hoping some rich person’s instinct suddenly clicks in him. You thought rich men were supposed to be gentlemanly. Really, ever since meeting Dick, who is son to the richest man in the state, you’ve learned rich people all must be whiny, clingy, braggers, show-offs, and sometimes, just plain brats. In your hurry, you swipe a panty from your drawer and slip it on past your thighs. Body still damp from the shower, you don’t notice anything.

The rest of your clothes follow, and you choose to sit back down in your desk chair. You turn back to your double monitor set up, ready to become a screen zombie once more when you remember someone’s waiting for you.

Without turning around, you holler, “Come in.”

Without a moment’s pause, Dick reenters, takeout plated for the both of you in each hand. He places one smoothly in front of you with butler-like precision.

“Your meal, madam,” Dick says in a Parisian accent, and you do smile in amusement. His eyes dilate, but you don’t notice.

“Thank you, my fine sir,” you return, a little embarrassed, accent weak, but willing to keep up the bit.

Dick knows not to disturb you too much while you work, so he wanders away as you slip your headphones over your ears once more. But before returning to His Spot on the bed, he quietly treads to your dresser. He sneaks a glance to make sure you’re still occupied. And you are, that blue wash of light painting your skin.

He pulls out the drawer, and– hhhhh.

He heaves with breath involuntarily, although it’s nearly imperceptible. You do make him slip more than he likes, but he’s experienced. He glances once more to make sure you didn’t hear that, and of course you didn’t. You’re still fiddling in Ableton Live.

He shuts the drawer and stalks to His Spot on the bed, and anyone who knows Dick Grayson would see that he is tense. He is stiff.

And how could he not be? You’re wearing the underwear he had cum on. Did you notice? Is this your way of coming onto him? No, you’re too forward to play games… Something he finds both refreshing and a shame, because he loves games. You simply mustn't have noticed. Regardless, the knowledge fills him with such ecstasy and arousal… and longing.

He eyes you discreetly as his skin reddens. He tries to act natural by eating steaming orange chicken, plucking it from his plate with a chopstick. One day, he’ll have you, in body and soul.

Until then, he can entertain himself with this game, however one-sided.

#yandere batfam #yandere dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #yandere dick grayson x reader #really enjoyed writing a more mellow reader!#mine

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get0sfav · 5 months

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MEANIE! | ryomen s.

↳ ryomen sukuna x f!reader

assigned to be the resident bad boy's lab partner who also happens to be your friend's twin brother? so cliche! loosing your virginity to him? even more cliche! ugh!

18+ Minors DNI!

warnings; university au, mean!sukuna, virgin!shy!reader, sukuna is yuji's twin brother, superr cliche, ooc sukuna, cussing, teasing, dub-con/ish, pet names (good girl, brat, doll, etc.), name-calling (slut, whore, fucktoy), degradation, fingering, ass spanking, biting, nipple play, slight groping, mentions of f!masturbation, size difference, doggy style, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (sukuna convinces reader to let him hit raw😔🤚🏼), multiple orgasms (2), choking, creampie, breeding kink, yuji catches the two of you🤓, not proofread.

wc; 2.7k

a/n; writing this made me realise how I was not built for this shit p.s this is so horrible but I had to post it because it was supposed to be up yesterday but eh, anyways, I promise the next fic would be a lot better thank you for reading. also lmk if anyone wants to be tagged in these fics !

tags(?); @satocidal <3

A familiar set of pink hair caught your sight, and if you didn't know better, you'd assume it was Yuji. But it wasn't, because you weren't in the cafeteria, waiting for him on a bench, but rather in a class he didn't take. No, It was his brother- Ryomen Sukuna. They looked identical for the most part, except, they often didn't. Where Yuji had a soft face, adored with the biggest smile ever, his brother had a sharp, ink clad face with an ever present scowl on it.

Luck of course wasn't on your side when you got assigned as his partner. Yuji wasn't happy either, because no way in hell would he want you, one of his best friends to be anywhere near his brother. Not like you had a say in any of this, but this project was worth about 40 percent of your grade, and you needed to get an A+ on this one. Your last project went horribly because of your last partner, and you weren't about to let another lazy, or rather intimidating partner let you drag your grades down once again.

Sukuna was sat beside you, occupying nearly 2 whole seats with the way he was spreading his legs. He seemed the least bothered about what the professor was saying, didn't bother to make notes or anything. That automatically meant that you were going to take notes for the both of you.

Great.

Chewing at your pen while the lecture hall filled with low chatter of people talking to their partners, discussing whatever topic they were assigned, on contrary to you and your partner, who was still the least bothered about anything.

Building up the courage to finally talk to him, you turn around to face him, but your attempt to speak up was cut off by his intimidating glare, "You're gonna do all the work, I'll pay you- or whatever. I don't got no time for this shit." He scowled, looking back towards his phone. "I- but-" The words died down in your throat with another look from him.

The class was dismissed soon enough, as he threw his bag over his shoulder, giving you a look that you couldn't quite understand, "Well?" He raised a brow, the way he stared down at you from his height was quite intimidating. And when he put one foot forward, his gaze only became more imposing.

"C'mon, speak up."

"Well-" You took a deep breath, trying to sound a little brave while speaking "Well, what I meant to say is that I can't complete the project by myself- it's way too big, and it's worth like 40 percent of our grade."

"Then I guess you'll fail" He chuckled, bringing his phone out and ignoring whatever else you had to add onto the matter. He did not want to be bothered. He turned to face you, the most threatening thing you could think of was now looking at you, and he had no intentions of moving. It was quite the sight.

You simply backed down, almost shriveling into the little bubble you came out from. Well that was a shit show. No wonder his brother didn't like him. Hell, moments like these made you wonder how the hell him and Yuji are related, moreover, twin brothers.

"What do you expect me to do? Babysit you? You know how to write, how to research, I'm sure you can figure it out." Sukuna grumbled, before returning his eyes to the screen of his phone. He clearly didn't want to be bothered, but he also didn't want to give the dean another reason to get on his ass, so he'd maintain the conversation. For now, atleast.

"I wouldn't have bothered you if I could do it alone-" You stated, chewing on your fingernails "It requires two people, and I don't think I count as two so." The words simply spurted out of your mouth, and you had no idea where you got the confidence to even speak like that in the first place. Maybe it was because you had already decided that it was A+ or nothing, and there was absolutely no way anyone was going to stand between you and your grade.

"Oh? And why can't you do it alone?" Sukuna asked, finally turning his gaze from his phone up to you.

His gaze was almost threatening, as if he was sizing you up. Which he was. After a moment of silence, and a slight shake of his head, "Fine." He said, turning on his heel and walking away. He did not, however, wait for you to follow, even though the way he ended the conversation implied that he wanted you to follow him.

"Oh-" Was it really that easy? Or was there a catch to his agreement. Whatever it was, you were sure you could handle it, but as for now, you quickly stuffed your things in your bag, rushing after him.

"And one more thing" He called over his shoulder, still continuing to walk. His voice sounded stern, unamused. It didn't have the same warmth and softness to it that Yuji had. Sukuna sounded cold, threatening and had a slight edge to it.

"We're not partners. Don't talk to me more than you need to."

"Okay" It wasn't as if you wanted to talk to him either, but it wasn't a big deal to affirm what he had said. "Well? Should we go to the library or somewhere else?" You asked awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt.

"I do whatever I want, and you're coming with. We're going to study at my place." Sukuna did not go to the library to study- hell, he didn't even study, and definitely not in a pair. He didn't even acknowledge you until you spoke, but you would have to follow anyway. He turned to walk, expecting you to fall in line.

"Alright..." You spoke under your breath, following him back to his house. You had been there a couple of times when you hung out with Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, but you had never seen Sukuna around at that time, and you had a slight hint that most of the times he was out partying, or getting wasted one way or the other.

Atleast that's what Yuji had told you.

His and Yuji's apartment was close to the campus, and that's where you two went. He crept inside the house, removing his shoes at the door and you did the same. The same cold voice spoke once again, and you were left with no choice but to follow him to his room.

The lights were off, and the place was lit by a window that let the sun shine inside.

"You can sit on the bed." Not bothering to say anything else, he threw his bag on the floor, choosing to sit on his desk and working on his PC. Surprisingly, he actually knew what the topic was, and had already collected some material regarding it.

"kay" You nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed as you placed down your bag beside you, taking out your own laptop to work.

The two of you worked in silence, the only sound echoing in the room was the typing sounds of keys, or the occasional sigh that escaped his lips.

He continued, rolling his neck to ease up some tension, he seemed to work in silence, only calling your name when he needed something from you.

After a couple of hours, Sukuna pushed his chair back, stretching his arms out. He had finally finished and it was, rather impressive. Sukuna's writing skills were, to say the least, superb.

"Are you nearly done yet?" He stood up from his chair, walking to stand beside you, leaning down a little to see what you were doing on your screen.

"Yeah, I'm almost done. Could you just mail me everything you've written? I'll compile it and print it out and maybe tomorrow we can work on actually doing the project practically, since we're almost done with the theoretical part?" You spoke in a soft tone, looking at him, waiting for his response.

*He stared back down at you, for about a whole minute, his gaze was almost intimidating. "Check your email." He sighed, standing back straight to stretch his arms once more. You nodded, checking your email just as he asked, only to find the work you needed already there in your inbox. Wasn't he efficient.

"Oh, well, thanks. I think we're done for the day, right? I guess we'll meet tomorrow then?" You acknowledged, before packing up your stuff in your bag, giving him a curt nod, a way of saying 'thank you.' He simply gave you a quick look, probably his way of telling that he heard you. With that, you darted out of his room and towards the font door, without sparing another glance towards him.

As you exited his apartment, you realised that you may or may not have left your phone on his bed. Dreading to face his gaze once more, you needed your phone to get home, so, with sweaty palms, you knock on his door once, waiting for him to open it. The door flew open, with Sukuna's annoyed expression, eyebrows crossed in annoyance, "What the hell do you want now brat?"

"I- I think I left my phone inside." You gulped, and he simply lets out a grunt of annoyance, opening the door just enough for you to slip in, which you do quickly, rushing to his room where you previously sat to find your phone. Luckily, it was easily spotted, kept on the nightstand. You quickly pick it up and pocket it, turning around to find him leaning on the door frame with the same cruel eyes of his.

Refusing to make eye contact with him, you try to swiftly exit the room, but fate had other plans for you. Tripping on whatever invisible obstacle that was placed in your path, you fall. On Sukuna.

A yelp escapes your mouth, thankfully, his reflexes were quick, but not quick enough, causing the two of you to fall on the floor, him taking the most of the collison. You're way to afraid to even open your eyes, because you knew you'd be met with the most deathly glare from the man beneath you. What makes things even worse, you were basically stradling his lap, hands on his chest, and let's not forget- his hands, on your ass. Your cheeks turn crimson at the realisation, as you squeezed you eyes shut, hoping that maybe, somehow a strike of thunder would evaporate you from the world.

You're frozen in place, not being able to do anything as you await the meanest string of cusses ever heard, probably even a shove too, but no. What you hear is much, much scarier. A chuckle. A chuckle from the Ryomen Sukuna. "What's got you blushing like a 'fuckin virgin eh?" His chuckle resonated in the silent room, making heat creep up your entire body. You weren't sure whether it was from embarassment or something entirely different.

"Aw, you like my hands on your ass brat?" He teased further, slightly squeezing your ass in between his hands, eliciting a gasp from your lips, your eyes flowing open, only to see a smug smirl on his face. You were sure at this point, your entire face was red, and maybe, just maybe he was right. You just might like his hands on your ass.

Seeing your reaction, he pushes you so you were properly stradling his lap now, squeezing your ass once more, this time a little harder. "Let me guess- y're a virgin?" He concluded, from the looks you were giving. Was it really that obvious? Well, there's no point in lying anyway. You nod slowly, as he barks out a laugh, causing you to flinch a little, "Fuckin hell," He shook his head, the smirk still on his face, "Your cunt must be fucking tight, hm?"

His words made you shudder, and god you'd be lying if you said his words didn't give you the tingling feeling in your lower stomach. "Hah. Tell me this then, what would happen if i did," He gripped your ass tightly, and without putting in any effort, he lifted you up along with himself, causing you to mewl. Your legs were now hanging beside him, his hands still on your ass as he walked and thre you on his bed, quite a bit violently for your liking.

"W-What are you trying to do?" Your voice came out meekly, but he simply chuckled once more. "let's say; if i were to do, this," He moved closer to you, his hands gripping at your waist, pulling you closer to him, slowly snaking his hands under your shirt, his cold hands feeling electrical on your bare skin as you bit back a hiss, "And then, this," His hands were moving up and down your waist, inching closer and closer to the hem of your bra, "Do you like this?" He smirked, now enveloping his finger around your waist, pulling you in a way that you were laying on you back, with him on top of you.

Fuck him and his annoying, good looking, smug face. You never found him to be even remotely attractive before, so why were you dripping in your panties then? Was it your touch-deprived brain feel so turned on from finally being touched by someone else other than your own fingers? Probably.

Almost like he could read your mind, his skilled fingers traveled to the hem of your pants, raising his eyebrows, his way of asking if you wanted it. Not a single word came out of your mouth, breath hitching in your throat. You weren't sure yourself, whether you wanted this or not, but he took your silence as approval, pulling down your pants in an instant, followed by the removal of your shirt as well. It all happened so quickly that there was no time to process it, before his tongue was inside your mouth, while his hands roamed around your underwear clad body. You moaned softly in the kiss, his experienced lips guiding your own, his tongue exploring your mouth. Messy, sloppy and rough. He didn't stop kissing you, wanting to go on forever.

He breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips and the sight makes the sensation in your lower stomach even stronger, feeling yourself growing wetter and wetter every moment.

You want to say something, anything at all, but you trail off, your throat feeling dry when his fingers tease along the line of your jaw, down to your chin. Tipping it up, he leans in and leaves a warm kiss on your throat, trailing lower, lower and lower until he reaches the valley of your breasts, fingers travelling to your back to unclasp the hook of the bra, throwing it away somewhere along the rest of your clothes. He bites down on the sensitive skin just about your left nipple, before lapping it with his tongue. His free hand plays with your other nipple pinching and pulling at it.

Each and every action he does causes a new sound to erupt from deep within you, the way you responded made him go wild. There was just something about virgins that made him lose his mind. The way they responded from just the slightest touch- or how wet their cunts get from just kissing. But he'd have to admit, you were his favorite by far. It wasn't just you that responded to him, it was your whole body, wanting more and more from him. He loved it.

His fingers brush over your clothed folds before he cups your mound. Grinding the heel of his palm against you gently, you roll your hips up into his touch, rubbing against his hand, "God.. Do you feel that doll, feel how soaked you are? getting my hand wet by just rubbing it over your pantie, tch, I bet you'd stain my sheets from just how wet this little pussy is." Closing your eyes shut at his words, you feel yourself leaning more and more into his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you, directly.

Eager pants leave you when his fingers teasingly dip between your folds through the thin material of your panties. The fabric is damp already and as he teases you with touches that are entirely too gentle for your rising desperation, you find yourself whining under his cruel touch. He simply chuckles, "tch, now, now, it's not nice to get all eager, you should be thankful to me." His actions get more cruel, as he does nothing but play with your folds from over the fabric.

Satisfied with how you’re whining underneath him, he slides his fingers to the hem of your panties, pulling them down with a snap against your skin, retreating to keep them in the drawer of his bedside stand. The air hits your wet cunt, causing you to shiver, as you push yourself on your elbows, watching him look at your cunt with greedy eyes. Spreading your legs further apart, two of his fingers dip into your hole and he is pleased to find it welcoming him into your tight heat. A loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers dip inside you.

This was way better than any time when you had touched yourself on your own, his two fingers stretching you out better than anything. The length of his fingers caused you to jerk, feeling the slightest bit of pain from how long and thick they were, small tears forming in the corner of your eyes "Shitttt look at you" He grunts, and you look up at him, only to see him palming the tent in his pants, "You're nearly crying from my fingers, how are you gonna take my cock doll?" He chuckles cruelly, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you.

Your walls pulse around him and you arch your body into him when he curls the digits up and rubs exploratively within your pussy, trying to find the spot that makes you see stars.

He's too rough, adding a third finger and pushes all three of them into you down to the knuckle. This tears a gasp from your throat and you buck your hips up into his touch, over and over again, as you feel the strength leave your legs. You were seeing stars now, eyes closed shut, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. He loved the sight, continuing his pace, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Su-Sukuna, 'm gonna cum-!" Your fingers grip the sheets beside you, your entire body shaking from the intensity and quickness of his fingers, moaning his name over and over again, "Good girl, good fucking girl, cum for me" He smirks, adding his thumb to rub circles on your clit, a yelp flies from your mouth as you're a sweaty mess under his touch. With a few more pumps from his fingers, you're yelling out his name, knuckles white from how hard you had been gripping the sheets as he guides you through your high, the intense wave of pleasure hitting hard, head hitting the plush mattress as your arms give out, and everything seemed a little dizzy around you.

He retreats his fingers, causing your cunt to clench around nothing. You hear him zipping down his pants, chuckling dryly. "Cmon slut, I ain't done with you yet." His hands grab at your waist, flipping you over so that your head was pressed against the mattress, and your ass was facing him. Huffing, you turn around to see him, eyes widening when you're met with the sight of his cock instead.

It was long, not too long but longer than the average one you saw in porn. He was girthy too, multiple veins running down to the tip of dick. The tip was flushed red, leaking with pre-cum, his hand grabbing the base of it. What caught your eye was that the tattoos that decorated his entire body ended just where his dick started.

"Aren't you going to use a- a condom?" You objected, slightly biting your lip. He simply scoffs, "Trust me, you don't want to use a condom for your first time doll, it's just more painful." He shrugs, his finger collecting the pre cum from his tip before pumping his hand up and down on his entire length. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and a slight pout, "If you're that worried I'll buy you morning after pills alright?" He sighs, before aligning the tip of his cock with your already sensitive cunt, causing you to shiver.

One of his hands holds your waist, while the other grips your ass, slapping it twice and kneading the soft flesh, before he starts pushing more and more of his dick inside you, grunting every time your walls pulse around him.

You're holding back tears from how painful it was feeling, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw some blood. He notices how tense you are, massaging the small of your back, "Relax, it's going to be worse if you're tensed up, brat." His grip tightened against your hip, and just when he was almost inside you, he bottomed out, pulling your hips to meet his torso, eliciting a loud cry from you, and a drawled out grunt from him.

*"Fuck you're so tight" He moans, throwing his head back, giving you a moment to adjust to his length, tears spilling from your eyes. Carefully, he starts moving. You lean your head back, your jaw dropping open and a moan leaving your throat. The way his cock stretches your walls out, pain and pleasure are mixed together, "'s to big sukuna!" He ignores your cries, gripping tightly against your hit as he starts to pick up his pace, the pain slowly turning into a pleasurable feeling.

He pulls back totally, leaving only the tip inside your cunt before ramming inside. You cry out with pleasure, clenching your walls around his cock as he thrusts in and out of your pussy with no mercy. His hand which was previously gripping your waist grabs your left tit, groping and pawing at it, pinching the nipple over and over again. The bed shakes underneath you and sounds of skin slapping against each other resonate in the room. The scene was so lewd, your pussy making squelching sounds every time he thrusts a little harder, hitting the sweet spot within you.

Every so often the squelching nosies of your pussy can be heard as Sukuna thrusts his cock inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth gaping open as loud moans and whimpers leave your throat. He was too rough, too rough to be your first time, but there was this thrill you got every time he bullied past your walls, hitting deep inside you.

He grunts, his fingers trailing up your back and to the nape of your neck, before he grips it hard, pulling you back so that your back was against his chest. His hand now held your throat from the front, and the new angle made you feel that he was inside your stomach, thrusting harder and harder.

Sukuna watches as his cock slides in and out of you, filling you up with pleasure. Sinful whimpers and cries leave your throat, strained from the hand wrapped around your throat. He could get used to the scene, watching how your tits bounced up and down with every mean thrust of his, how your hands desperately tried to find something to grab a hold of. Oh how he loved this.

You moan, feeling your mind shut from the pleasure, and how strongly the feeling of pleasure was creeping up. You were going to come again, "Sukuna ah- ah shit! I'm- I'm gonna come!"

"Not yet" He grunts, breath fanning over your ear as his thrusts become sloppier, "Not yet" his words are drawled out, "Gonna fill you up, yeah, take it like the good whore you are mhm?" He whispers, licking your ear and nearly sending you over the edge, "Sukuna pl-please! I-I need to-" "Shit- fuck, cum on my dick then" You felt hot, sticky ropes of his cum filling you up, as he thrusts once more, feeling everything empty out in you.

It's a lot, oozing out from your sore, abused cunt. The two of you pant heavily, His fingertips give your throat a light squeeze as he starts to roll his hips back, and you drop to the mattress, feeling more than euphoric, stars, moons, the entire universe clouding your thoughts. You were on cloud 9, even though your core was still shaking, even if he had fucked his cum deep inside you. It didn't matter, it was all too ecstatic, the daze you felt better than any high anyone could have ever experienced. You heard him chuckle, feeling his hands press on your worn out and shaky thighs, almost as if massaging the sore muscles.

It's bad to set expectations from him though, because all he did was use his thumb to collect his cum that leaked out of your hole to your thighs, pushing it all back inside. Giving your ass one last slap he stood up, and got dressed in just his sweatpants, and just then, you heard your name being called.

Your eyes widen as you realise who it was, turning around to see Yuji standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and an expression of disgust on his face.

"Get out you measly brat" Sukuna groaned, pushing his hair back before slamming the door in poor Yuji's face.

This just got a lot awkward, didn't it?

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Hi I love your stories I was wondering if u could write about the reader twerking or showing Kiri how to twerk human/na'vi and either neteyam or lo'ak walks in I'll let u decide therest.Bye

Private dance

Lo’ak x Avatar fem reader (all aged up)

Warning: smut!! cursing, p in v, (lo’ak being an ass man), oral, hair pulling, creampie, praise link, slight daddy kink

🔞mdni🔞

“Y/n, I’ll never get this!” Kiri laughed, turning around to you as you giggled at her. You had been trying to teach kiri how to twerk for the last 20 minutes, and she was having the hardest time. She had no rhythm, respectfully, and you understood why.

You, however, had been living with the Navi in your avatar body for a couple of years now. So it was safe to say you inherited rhythm from your past life. You were also very “blessed from behind” as kiri liked to say. Thank God norm was able to keep your similar body type for your avatar.

“Listen to the beat of the song, and just go for it. It’s not that hard, I promise.” You explain, standing up from the chair to walk over to your hopeless friend. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

“That’s easy for you to say! Look at all of this!” She laughed, smacking your ass before gripping it. You gasped, swatting her hand away jokingly.“Heyyy! Hands off.” You laughed, pointing your finger at her before you swiftly hopped on the table.

“Just sit back, and watch me. Play the song.” You spoke softly, putting your hair in a ponytail.“Oh, gladly.” Kiri smirked, grabbing your phone to play the song.

“Now, you don’t even need all of this to twerk. It just helps, but it’s not necessary.” You explained, turning around on the table so she could get a good look at your ass.

“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed, in awe at the way it jiggled with no effort. She pressed play on your phone, song ringing out across the lab. “Now just watch, ok?” You spoke, turning all the way around, moving your legs for your ass to shake.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She spoke in a trance-like tone, watching your ass bounce with every beat of the song. Kiri was knocked out of her trance due to the lab door swinging open to reveal lo’ak. His ears perked at the song before turning his attention to you, on the table giving his sister the show of her life.

“Godddamnnn.” Lo’ak whispered, rubbing his hand down his face, opening his eyes wider to make sure he was seeing correctly.

“Shhh! Don’t interrupt her!” Kiri snapped, still making sure to keep her voice down so you wouldn’t hear her. All of the sudden, you bent over slowly, placing your hands on the table as you dropped into a split, slowly, creating beautiful recoil. The siblings jaws dropped, watching you practically hump the table with a constant up and down motion.

“Kiri, mom wants you.” Lo’ak spoke, still keeping his eyes on you. “Are you lying?” Kiri snapped her head towards her hypnotized brother.

“No, she really does want you.” Lo’ak answered, licking his lips as he watched you get up, repeating the same movements again.

“Ugh! If you’re fucking lying, I swear!” She whispered, standing up swiftly, exiting out of the door. Lo’ak took this as an opportunity to lock the door behind her, making sure no one could come in.

He swiftly made his way over to the chair that was previously occupied by Kiri. He reached over to your phone, pressing pause on the song. You stopped your movements instantly.

“Kiri, what the h-“ you started, being completely taken by surprise when you turned around. Lo’ak was slouched in the chair, looking up at you through his long braids.

“Hey…” was all he said in his melodic tone, leaning back in the chair before adjusting his hips. You gulped loudly, looking around the room.

“w-where’s kiri?” You asked with a nervous chuckle, bending down to hop off of the table.

“She had some shit to take care of, don’t worry about it.” He spoke, getting up to walk closer to you. You were now visibly nervous, and embarrassed. You backed away until the table met your back.

“How long have you been in here?” You asked nervously, holding onto the edge of the table as he came face to face with you.

“Long enough.” He spoke, licking his lips as he looked you up and down. “You wanna show me what you were doing up here? Make my day, baby.” He smirked, reaching around to palm your ass. You gasped before chewing on your bottom lip in arousal.

“How do you want me?” You asked in your sweet tone, looking into his lustful eyes. He chuckled, sliding his hands up your waist, flipping you over quickly.

“Like this.” He growled in your ear, using his hands to back you into him. You held onto the edge of the table, backing yourself into him with your lip in between your teeth.

“Can I take this shit off? Please?” He pouted, untying your loincloth from your tail. You used your tail to wrap around his torso, bringing him closer.

“Mhmm take yours off too. I’ve been dying to feel you.” You whined as your loincloth dropped to the ground. He gave your ass a hard smack before untying his own loincloth.

“Dying to feel me, huh? I’m gonna make you feel it, don’t worry about that.” He growled in your ear, letting his loincloth drop to the ground. He palmed himself, slapping his cock on your ass a few times before rubbing it in between your folds.

“You ready for me, mama?” He whispered, lining his cock up with your entrance, drawing circles around the hole to tease you. You nodded frantically, back into him again. He took that as a sign to slide into you slowly, both of you letting out a series of moans.

“So wet for me, huh?” He asked, kissing your neck as he sped up the pace. You moaned in response, feeling his tip graze your sweetspot with every thrust.

You were at a standstill, so engulfed by the pleasure he was giving you. “Oh come on, baby. Throw that shit back for me. I know you know how to.” He whispered, grabbing your ponytail, using it as leverage to completely destroy you.

“Lo’aaaaak!” You whined, bending down slightly, meeting his thrusts halfway. His mouth flew opened, watching your ass slap against his pelvis with every meeting. “Mmm juuuust like that, don’t fucking stop!” He muttered through gritted teeth, running a hand down his face in disbelief. He was completely tranced by your movements, so close to letting go inside of you. He smacked your ass one good time, leaving a prominent hand print.

“Shiiiit! It’s s-sooo good!” You moaned, throwing it back on him hard, chasing the orgasm that lingered in your lower abdomen.

“Mmm, you’re doing so good baby. Taking this dick so well.” He growled, wrapping your ponytail around his forearm, rolling his hips into yours. He was so deep, it felt like he was in your fucking chest, and God did it feel good.

“You’re so fucking big, lo’ak!” You whined, reaching around to grip his arm, using it as leverage to go crazy on him.

“Ohhh fuuck! Keep talking to me like that baby!” He growled, meeting you half way with deep strokes.

“You’re g-gonna make me fucking cum!” You moaned, tucking your lip in between your teeth with a slight roll of your eyes.

“Mhmm cum on this dick, baby! I wanna see that shit!” He grunted, snaking your ass once more. You placed your knee on the table, bending all the way down so that he could get a good view, still bouncing your ass on him.

“c-can you see it, daddy?” You stuttered, placing your hands flat on the table, looking back at him. His jaw dropped, watching and listening to the squelching noises that came from each thrust.

“Ohh, babygirl. You want me to cum in this pussy don’t you?” He asked, placing both of his hands on your hips, using them to bring you back on him.

“Mhmm, please?” You whimpered, feeling that knot in your stomach unravel. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were about to cum.

“Come on baby, give it to me!” He spoke breathily, rutting into you at the speed of light. Your face scrunched up in pleasure before you let go on him. Every stroke revealing his cream coated cock.

“Shiiit, girl! Im about to paint this pussy!” He growled, cock twitching inside of you before he let his seed paint your walls.

“Yes! yes! yes!” You chanted with every slow stroke he sent you, helping both of you ride out your highs.

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl for me.” He growled, spreading your cheeks opened to watch your juices collide with his. He smacked your ass for the last time, pulling out of you slowly. You turned around, getting on your knees for him. Immediately sucking him clean as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, caressing the back of your head.

“That ass is mine, right?” He asked,watching you stand in-front of him. You took both of his hands, placing them on your ass as you looked up at him with nothing but lust.

“It’s all yours, baby…”

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Finders Keepers

Neteyam x Daughter of Quaritch (first person)

Quaritch's daughter on Earth had cancer. As a last resort, she was put into a Avatar body and brought to Pandora. One night, she is sick of being stuck with the RDA and she sneaks out. Deep in the forest, she runs into a Na'vi boy.

Quaritch shoves his weapons into his pack as his squad loads up the helicopter behind him. His new body is somewhat familiar, despite being blue. He still has his scar and lethal eyes. He’s still my dad, even if I refuse to call him that.

My own body is still foreign to me: blue, tall, a tail, perked ears. I miss my human form, even if I was decaying, my body full of cancer. Quaritch found me when I was right on the brink, days away from dying. He told my mom he could help me, put me into an Avatar body like his where I could live longer. My mom was hesitant, she doesn't like Quaritch but she wanted me to have a life so she agreed.

Quaritch was hardly ever around growing up, he was way too career focused. He left my mom to do it all alone. But now, he has this newfound need to be a father. Maybe he feels guilty? Or maybe it's cause we're both blue. I don’t know, but either way he insisted I join him on Pandora since my Na'vi body will have no place on Earth. My mom didn’t want me to go but she had no choice; Quaritch always got his way.

Which means that I never get my way.

I cross my arms and stare at Quaritch. "I want to go with you."

“No,” he says gruffly as he jams his gun into it’s holster, “you’re not allowed out there.”

His voice echoes off the metal walls of the compound. “You can’t expect me to stay holed here!”

“Oh, yes I can.”

“I refuse to spend my life in this metal box!” I yell at him before lifting my mask and taking a puff of air. “It’s not made for me.”

“Your human body wasn’t made for you either, kid.” He doesn’t look at me when he says this but the words sting. I can’t help but think of my frail body and bald head. Quaritch turns and marches off towards the rest of his squad. I wish he would just let me out but he's so paranoid about the local Na'vi. He says they're dangerous.

"I'm going insane here!" I scream after him. He doesn't turn around as he disappears around the corner. God, sometimes I wish I had just stayed on Earth. Even if I had cancer, it's better than being here. At least there I had mom and friends. All I have here is a metal box, guns, robots, and psycho military freaks.

Speaking of, a group of them walk past me. Their camo uniforms are the only ounce of color in this place. They don't spare me a look as they pass but I know they see me. No one here dares to look at me. Maybe they're uncomfortable with my Avatar body? Maybe because Quaritch is my dad?

"UGH!" I scream, letting my frustration out. A few scientist looking people in white lab coats look in confusion. I stick my tongue out at them and take another inhale from my mask.

The thought of returning back to my small, windowless room, is enough to make me want to throw up. The hospital was better than this. My mom promised me it would be amazing here: the nature, the culture, the time with my dad (she forgot to mention that Quaritch happens to be an insane overprotective workaholic.)

I take a few steps towards my room before stopping. A few workers nearly ram into me. They step hastily over my tail, adjusting their hard hats before scurrying down the hall. Everyone here thinks I'm different. A freak.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the steel walls. A strange blue figure stares back out me. I recognize the brown tank top and cut off shorts. But the swishing of a tail and the perk of ears; are still foreign. How can I ever know or even enjoy my new body if I'm forever trapped in here?

That's it. I'm going out. Screw whatever Quaritch has to say. I back track, immediately plotting the best way to escape the compound. Which soldiers to avoid, which ones I can bribe, and the best way to leave without a trace.

Quaritch might be furiouse but hey, he should've let me tag along.

~~~

Sneaking out was easier than I originally thought. I scuttle through an underground tunnel that the work cars use to get into the forest. I stay close to the walls, using my new sense of hearing to make sure no one is coming.

And of course, no one does. There probably isn’t a single person in this place that would notice if I went missing except Quaritch. I shove all those thoughts out my mind as I reach the end of the tunnel. Moonlight streams in from the end of it like a sigil of freedom.

My heart lurches in my chest. Finally, I can go outside. I take my mask off and tuck it into the waistband of my shorts. Chitters from animals I don’t recognize float through the tunnel.

I pause as I reach the archway that leads out into the night. The ground looks so soft, covered in greenery and plush plants. The trees are huge, they loom in front of me, making my heart soar. I haven’t been excited about something in so long.

I take one cautious step out, partially expecting for an alarm to go off. But nothing happens. I let a breath of relief followed by a little laugh. I’m outside!

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, smelling the freshness, pines, and the hint of something sweet that fills the Pandora air.

I open my eyes and take off into the forest. My eyes adjust naturally to the darker night and the two moons illuminate the path between trees. All the plants glow brightly and some even twirl as I pass by. All that time, I've been cooped up and missing all of this.

Animals call to each other as they swing through the trees. None of them approach me, they just swing by, seeing me as part of their ecosystem. A smile forms on my face as I keep running. I don’t think of anything. I just let myself enjoy this freedom, enjoy finally feeling at home in my new body

After awhile, I stop to catch my breath. My new body is filled with peace and serenity being in my rightful environment. I place my hand on a nearby tree and close my eyes. Maybe Pandora isn’t so bad.

I walk around the tree and halt, my breathe flying out of me. It’s a small clearing, covered completely by the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Long petals, all of them shining, some of them twirling slowly. A sweet aroma envelopes me. “Oh,” I gasp as I step slowly into the flower garden.

My mom would love these. She brought me tons of flowers when I was sick. My heart bangs at the sudden thought of her, alone in our small apartment. I reach forward and grasp a petal between my fingertips. It’s soft, much softer than I’d expected.

I think I could stay here forever and just get in lost in the beauty of it all. I mean, this is what my dad has kept me from? What is he so afraid of? I haven’t even seen a sign of the Na’vi…

“Bro, will you please just chill?” A voice cracks through the trees. I go rigid. It’s a boy’s voice. Young and adventurous. And definitely Na’vi. Great.

My hand shake nervously. I inch slowly to the ground before shuffling to the nearest tree where I stand and push myself flat against it, praying he won’t come this way.

“We need to go home,” another voice says, a more mature one, “it is past eclipse and dad will skin us.”

The voices sound like they're coming from my left but I don't dare to peek around the tree.

"Your such a wuss," the younger boy snaps. The voice is getting closer. My blood runs cold. I curse myself for never listening to Quaritch's lessons on how to fight.

Leaves rustle as the boys move closer to me. Please, please let them just walk by, I pray as I squeeze my hands together.

A branch snaps, piercing the air, followed by a loud smack and laughter.

"Ow," the younger voice cries, "Bro!" More laughter fills the air, presumably the older one. They must be brothers.

"You know bro," the young one starts, "I'll just do it anyway." The ground vibrates as footsteps sprint towards me. I go completely still.

The footsteps grow louder as the boy comes closer. I try not to think or breathe. There's a loud crashing from the other side of the tree. The boy runs through, sending a gust of air towards me. He didn't see me from my hiding spot.

I let out a breath of relief before patting the tree as though to say thank you. A moment of silence passes. My heart rate begins to slow. I take a few deep breaths. God, that was close.

I'm about to move away from the tree when a sharp spear shoves me back against the rough bark. A shocked gasp escapes my lips.

A boy stands before me, his fingers grasping the weapon and his amber eyes blazing. He's wearing a loincloth and woven headband where his ears lay flat against his skull. His lips are turned downward into a dangerous scowl.

My heart is banging against my chest. Quaritch was right. I shouldn't have come out here. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

Suddenly, my neck stings. I let out a hiss as blood trickles down my neck. He just cut me! The boy doesn't say anything as he pushes his spear harder against my skin.

Fear races through my body. I don't want to die like this. I inhale sharply, ignoring the pain in my neck. "Please," I whisper as I slowly lift my hands up, "I don't mean any harm. I was just looking at the flowers."

A flicker crosses the boy's eyes but it's gone in an instant.

"I just wanted to see the beauty of the forest," I continue, my hands shaking.

The boy lifts his head slightly. His pupils widen as he studies my face. His eyes trail the line of my tanktop and shorts in disgust. Evidence of skypeople.

At least if I die, it will be in this amazing forest.

The boy goes still and he tilts his head as if he sees something in my expression. I meet his gaze, hoping to seem brave when a jolt runs through me. It feels like I've been electrocuted. His eyes light in surprise.

"Neteyam!" The younger voice calls from further in the forest. "Bro, let's go!"

Neteyam. He doesn't look away from my eyes. My body begins to feel warm and calm, despite the spear being held to my throat. It's like my body recognizes him. Like we've meet him before. His tail swishes slowly behind him.

"I'm for real!" The voice is louder. He's headed this way.

The boy, Neteyam, quickly shoves his spear away and takes a step back. I should feel relieved that the weapon is away but all I feel is the empty space where he once stood.

He shakes his head briskly, like he's trying to clear his mind.

"Dude," the young voice yells again, but I can hardly hear over the ringing in my ears, "dad is for sure gonna skin us now."

Neteyam looks towards the sound of his brother's voice. My tail flicks behind me, an instinctive movement I've never done before.

Neteyam turns his head towards me. "If you like these flowers," he says softly, "you'll like the ones under the Hallelujah Mountains."

He runs off into the forest before I have a chance to reply. He rustles through the leaves. Then, the low rumble of his voice mixes with his brother's until both of their sounds disappear and I'm alone in the forest.

You'll like the ones under the Hallelujah Mountains. My lips split apart into a grin. The warmth in my stomach is still there, fluttering out to my fingers and toes. Like my body is a magnet, fighting to find him again.

I push off the tree and make my way back to the compound. I should be worrying about sneaking back in or getting caught by Quaritch, but I don't. All I can think about is that boy. Neteyam. Who is he?

I don't even care. All that matters is that I see him again.

~~~

Thank you for reading <3

Ahhh, this was so fun to write!! I thought of this idea when I saw Avatar 2 again yesterday and I was like I have to do it.

I feel like this could be fun as a series?? I don't know, I do a lot of series so maybe this will just be a oneshot. Let me know what you think :)

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tryingtofindava · 3 months

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𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 & 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫*ೃ༄

a/n: this one’s been dusty in the drafts since November lol

: ̗̀➛Back to source

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

OMG.

She literally loves you and your aesthetic sm.

Personally, I can imagine her being Scene x Bimbo if ykwim.

I can imagine you having the JUICIEST drama to share with one and other during your weekly sleepover.

You guys know everything about EVERYONE!

Even letting Jane, Nat, and Toby in on the drama sometimes too, bcs let’s be honest with ourselves. The conversations and tea spilling would be funny af.

Shit talking bout the boys in the manor™ (Jeff being your guys main target.)

Feeding into each other’s delusions.

Late night drives to Starbucks while blasting Ayesha Erotica. (ur guys song is deffo Juicy Couture)

“She has McDonald’s! Y/n where did you get McDonald’s?”

“…McDonald’s?”

“Bitch, give me a fry.”

“Is that how you ask?”

“Bitch PLEASE give me a fry.”

UGH DON’T EVEN, YOU GUYS DO EACH OTHERS MAKE UP RELIGIOUSLY.

Even better.

Y’know that one pic of the couple doing each others make up?

This one?

Literally u guys. (Had to make it pink for the vibe bro)

You guys share clothes, you have a cute mini skirt? She’s wearing it. She had a tank top that went with your outfit? You’re wearing it. (Maybe even sharing thongs..)

All I’m saying, is that you guys are very close!! Ppl in the manor mistake you guys for dating.

And tbh, you guys own it.

╰┈➤ 𝐗-𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬

The duo that serves Cunt.

His name for you on his phone is ‘Barbie💖’ (which is fine tbh bcs your name for him is Frankenstein.)

You guys fit in the trope listener x gossiper and it’s acc so cute.

He’s acc not a big fan of the aesthetic (he’s still salty a girl in high school who was also a bimbo declined to go out w him.) but it’s okay bcs it’s you.

OMFG YOU KNOW WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR FRIENDS WHEN SOMEONE SAYS THE MOST OUT RAGOUS SHIT EVER, YOU TWO ARE KNOWN FOR THAT.

He’s probs chill bout you practicing make up on him too.

Yk that one scene in Brave.

This one.

It’s literally him covering your eyes while he’s letting you chill w him in his lab. Because for some fucking reason you thought it would be a good idea to look at the blinding lights of his viruses?¿?¿

ALR HE’S PROBABLY SMITTEN OVER YOU.

Ask him to do something? Oh he’s doing it alright. But not without bitching and whining the whole time.

“Do you know where I could get one of those cute necklaces with the T on it?”

“That’s a cross.”

“Across from where?”

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer #nina hopkins #x virus #cody creepypasta

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fortuositywritings · 1 year

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Never Gonna Happen Masterlist

Wanda x F!Reader, Fluff, Jealous!Wanda

Summary: How is Wanda supposed to turn you down when you stop showing up?

Something is off, Wanda notices far too quickly. She tells herself it’s because Clint taught her to be perceptive and it has nothing to do with you personally.

Clint taught her about looking for patterns and knowing when something isn’t right. There is nothing wrong about Wanda not seeing you first thing in the morning in the kitchen handing her a mug of freshly brewed coffee prepared the way she likes it, but it’s definitely a break in your pattern.

Maybe you’ve overslept, Wanda reasons. She moves to the coffee maker, turning it on and then places a bagel in the toaster. Leaning back against the counter as she waits, an odd feeling stirs in her stomach. It’s quiet in the kitchen. She’s grown used to you chatting her ear off in the mornings. One would think you’ve had 3 cups of coffee by the time you hand Wanda her mug but she knows you don’t like coffee all that much. You typically join Wanda for breakfast with a bowl of cereal for yourself. What they put in the milk for you to be chirpy so early, she doesn’t know.

The sound of the bagel popping from the toaster startles her out of her thoughts. As she prepares her coffee, she hears footsteps approaching the kitchen. “Oversleep?” she asks, not bothering to look away from her task.

“No, I think I slept too much yesterday actually,” Steve’s voice rings throughout the kitchen. Not the voice Wanda was expecting.

“Sorry, I thought you were Y/N.”

“No, I think I saw her walking with Bruce to his lab a few minutes ago,” he claims, walking over to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

“Oh,” Wanda responds, the surprise in her tone not slipping by Steve’s ears.

“Why? Did you need her?” He raises his eyebrows in question. “I’m heading in that direction. I can-

“No. No, I don’t. Thank you though,” Wanda cuts him off before he can offer to call you over.

“Okay.” Thankfully he shrugs off their interaction. The last thing Wanda needs is for Steve to tell you she was looking for you. It wouldn’t do her any good in proving Natasha wrong. Wanda is not leading you on.

***

“Don’t touch that.”

You huff annoyed but back away from the item on the work table. Another shiny object calls your attention. You lean in to get a closer look.

“Or that.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” you complain.

“If contracting an infection that slowly eats away at your skin sounds like fun to you, then by all means, have at it,” Bruce sarcastically replies while simultaneously typing away at his computer, doing who knows what. Something science-y.

“Gross,” you respond and move on to something else to amuse yourself with.

“Not that I mind you hanging around here, but why are you here exactly?” Bruce asks from behind his screen.

“Maybe I’ve decided this science stuff might be my thing,” you shrug, running your finger over one of the tables holding various vials and beakers.

“‘Science stuff’?” Bruce repeats amused.

“Yeah, you know, mitosis and so on,” you insist. “I don’t know. It could be my thing.”

You grab a pair of safety goggles off one of the tables and put them on. “How do I look?”

You turn to Bruce who is having trouble holding in a laugh. “What? Do I look that bad in goggles? Maybe this isn’t my thing.”

He steps away from his computer to fix your goggles. “Maybe not. You had them upside down.”

“No wonder. I felt it digging at my nose,” you admit, rubbing the area where you are sure the goggles left a line.

“Seriously, why are you here?”

“Can’t I pay my good friend Bruce a visit once in a while?” you challenge, but he doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Not when you are usually having breakfast with Wanda. Or did she send you away that quickly already?” he laughs. “I thought she was getting along with you lately or at least less annoyed by you.”

“I thought so too,” you mumble.

“So she did send you away?”

“No, she did not send me away. I didn’t go see her today in fact,” you tell him.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t,” you reply, unconvincingly. Bruce crosses his arms against his chest and looks at you in disbelief. “You didn’t want to see Wanda. That can’t be true.”

“Jeez, I can go a day without wanting to see Wanda. Not everything revolves around her.”

“You usually do.”

“You make it sound like I’m obsessed with her.”

Bruce gives you a pointed look and you sheepishly admit, “Okay, maybe a little. But maybe she made it clear that she doesn’t want to go out with me and I should stop suffocating her with my presence.”

“She said that? That you’re suffocating her?” He’s heard Wanda reject you plenty of times but never so harshly.

“Not those exact words, but that was the jist. I overheard her talking to Natasha,” you confess.

“So she didn’t say it to you. Maybe you heard wrong.”

“No. I didn’t. It was loud and clear. She wants me to stop bothering her. So that’s what I’m doing,” you explain. You try not to sound so hurt by the situation but Bruce can see right through you.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know you really like her,” Bruce sympathizes. He pats your shoulder trying to comfort you.

You clear your throat, “Yeah, well that’s life. Now distract me. Tell me about yours. What’s going on with you?”

Clearly wanting to move on from the Wanda mess, you move on to a different topic and Bruce allows it. “You know my cousin, the lawyer?”

“Jennifer, yes.”

“You remember her name?”

“Yeah, you introduced me to her like two years ago when we were in California for that Expo in San Francisco. Also, she’s making waves with the whole She-Hulk thing.”

“Right, anyway, she’s coming to New York for a bit to get away after a whole lot of drama. She’s got a late flight tonight so we’re going to have lunch tomorrow.”

“That sounds nice, catching up with your cousin. Where are you going to eat?”

“You know that place like two blocks from here that just opened last month?”

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to try it so bad but haven’t had the chance to go yet.” Truth be told you were hoping to take Wanda there so you could both try it together but obviously that’s not happening. Nothing is stopping you from going there by yourself now.

“Oh, if you want, you can come eat with me and Jen tomorrow?” Bruce offers.

“Oh, no. That’s nice of you to offer but I don’t want to intrude on your cousin time,” you refute.

“Please, I’ve had plenty of cousin bonding time with her this past year. Trust me.” You still hesitate to answer so he continues, “Seriously, you would be doing me a favor. Sometimes I feel like she needs an audience to listen to her.”

“Okay, okay. No need to beg me. I’ll go,” you concede, chuckling. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Bruce knows you are thanking him for more than just inviting you to eat. He nods letting the rest go unsaid as he gets back to his computer planning to get work done. A minute of silence goes by and that’s too long for someone like you.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Damn it.”

***

“We were wondering where you were,” Nat says the moment you step into the kitchen to eat dinner with the rest. You aren’t late necessarily, but seeing as how you are typically the first one to come down to help Wanda, it was a little unusual not to see you already in the kitchen by the time everyone was being called to eat.

“I did a little overtime at the gym today and still had to shower,” you explain, pointing at your wet hair like you need to prove you’re not lying, which of course Natasha finds suspicious. Lucky for you she doesn’t say anything.

“If you say so,” she replies and hands you a plate for you to serve yourself. You take it and walk over to the stove to serve yourself some chicken and vegetables. You feel someone move beside you as you scoop some vegetables onto your plate. You don’t have to look to know who it is as their scent makes its way to your nose winning over the smell of the food that looks so delicious.

“It seems you had a busy day today,” Wanda begins. “Usually by this time I’ve seen you at least two or three times.”

“Yeah. Had a rough wake up call, I guess. I decided to get an early start.” You try your damndest not to sound bitter, but you know it doesn’t come out as nonchalant as you wish.

Wanda frowns, following behind you as you make your way to the table to eat. It’s weird for you to walk away from her without at least trying to continue the conversation. It feels awkward being the one to trail behind you. But more awkward is the moment when she stands idly by an empty seat waiting for you to pull it out for her only to have to do it herself when she realizes after a moment too long that you aren’t going to do it this time. It’s torturous avoiding looking in Wanda’s direction, who you can feel is staring right at you after seating herself for the first time in months.

Obviously this change in routine doesn’t go unnoticed. Sitting at a table full of highly trained operatives, it’s expected they notice the shift in your behavior. You also know they’ve been trained to read body language. Maybe if you keep your head down and stuff your mouth full of vegetables, they’ll let it go for your sake.

“That was weird.”

But then again, minding their own business has never been this team’s forte.

“I never thought I’d see Wanda pick up a chair again,” Sam jokes, making the team chuckle and nod in agreement. He looks at you, an unspoken question in the air. You shrug, trying to act cool. “She said she could do it herself. Maybe it’s time I listened.”

There’s tension in the air, you can feel it. Trying to ignore it, you direct your attention to your food while everyone else directs their attention to Wanda to see her reaction. Wanda hates everyone staring, and maybe it’s because she feels you’re to blame for it that she says what she says next with a little bit of snark towards you.

“Only took like a hundred times, but she finally listens, everybody!” Wanda laughs like it’s a light hearted joke but it is impossible to miss sharp undertones.

“Don’t worry, Wanda. I hear you loud and clear,” you assure her with a bitter smile. She looks at you confused, wondering why you seem upset with her. What did she do? It’s you who is always bothering her, not the other way around. Bruce, uncomfortable with this little moment, clears his throat in order to garner everyone’s attention and changes the topic.

You resume eating, adding some ketchup onto your chicken. Though as delicious as the food is, it’s a little hard to enjoy your meal when the chef of this very plate has been quietly poking at her plate. You assume her loss of appetite is due to your interaction. The guilt slowly creeps up on you. You didn’t mean to upset her. That’s the last thing you’d ever want to do. You try to keep to yourself during dinner so as to not further dampen her mood, but try as you may to listen to Bucky and Steve’s seemingly amusing story, your focus never strays too far from Wanda. Watching her play with her food and never taking a bite is driving you insane. You’ve got to say something.

“Add some ketchup,” you tell her.

“What?” She stops poking at her food to look at you.

“That’s what I do when it comes out too salty. Add some ketchup,” you repeat, nodding toward her plate. You’d never consider Wanda’s food salty. You just need some bait and fortunately she takes it.

“Are you saying my food is salty?” she asks defensively.

“I’m saying that sometimes I need a little ketchup with it,” you tease her. “Maybe this is one of those sometimes.”

She scoffs, “This doesn’t need ketchup.”

“How would you know? You haven’t touched your food. Doesn’t inspire much confidence in the food if the chef won’t even eat it,” you quip.

She narrows her eyes at you before taking a forkful of her meal into her mouth to prove her point. She stares at you the whole time she chews, rather dramatically you may add.

“See. Perfectly fine.” She leans back in her chair, looking at you with a raised eyebrow like she is daring you to challenge her. One bite of her meal wasn’t going to satisfy you, so challenge accepted.

“Now try it with some ketchup,” you insist. You grab the ketchup bottle and move it over her plate like you are going to put some on her chicken. She reacts quickly, moving her plate away. “It doesn’t need ketchup.”

“You haven’t tried it with it,” you retort. “Just try it.”

You offer her your plate instead to pick off from. She sighs dejectedly but takes a bite from your plate. You can tell she doesn’t hate it, but already know her stubborn personality will not allow you to have this one. “It’s better without ketchup.”

This time you reach over to pick some food off of her plate. You hum in agreement after swallowing. “You’re right,” you say, and then reach for her plate again, but she impedes you from taking anything by smacking your hand. “Nope. You have your own plate.”

“But mine already has ketchup on it,” you explain, making a move for her food again. She moves her plate out of reach, giggling, “It’s not my fault you pour ketchup all over your food like a heathen.”

“Come on. Be nice,” you pout.

“You called my food salty. This is me being nice,” she replies, taunting you by taking another big scoop of her food and eating with a big smile on her face. You pretend to be hurt by it but in truth you are fighting off a smile of your own as you both finish your meals, refocusing your attention on the group.

Avoiding Wanda and treating her as if she’s done something wrong is not the way to go. It’s not her fault she doesn’t feel the same way about you. She’s basically told you so from day one, so it is unreasonable for you to behave the way you had earlier. There’s no point in making her feel bad for something neither of you can control. You can be friends with Wanda, you decide. All you have to do is tone it down and you’ll be fine.

Wanda’s sweet aroma fills your senses as she leans towards you to pick the last bit of your ketchup tainted chicken off your plate. When you look at her she simply shrugs and gives you an innocent smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

You’ll be fine.

***

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“What’s this? Wanda Maximoff looking for Y/N and not the other way around?” Sam teases, making Wanda roll her eyes. “Has the day you give her a chance actually come?”

Wanda scoffs, “I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Guess not,” Sam mutters.

“Have you seen her or not?” Wanda sighs.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you? She’s always following you around.”

“I’ll ask someone else,” Wanda grumbles. This is the third person she’s asked who teases her but gives her no straight answer. Before she can walk too far Sam stops her. “Hey, wait. I’m just playing with you. What’s up? Why do you need her?”

“No reason. Just want to know that she is bringing the good snacks for movie night.” Wanda shrugs nonchalantly, but Sam doesn’t quite buy it. He narrows his eyes, “Are you sure that’s it? No other reason?”

“What other reason would there be?” Wanda challenges and Sam has a lot to say, but he can tell he is getting on her last nerve so he backs off.

“Last I saw her, she said she was meeting Jennifer and some other friends for drinks,” Sam answers.

“Oh? She’s going out with Jennifer again,” Wanda mutters. Sam doesn’t miss the tone in which she says Jennifer. “She’s been hanging out with her a lot, don’t you think?”

“Someone sounds jealous,” Sam insinuates with a smirk.

“What? No. What is there to be jealous of?” Wanda splutters.

“I don’t know. Someone coming in and taking up all of Y/N’s attention. Maybe you are feeling a little neglected? Maybe you are worried someone is sweeping your Y/N away,” Sam continues.

“She’s not my Y/N,” Wanda argues. “She can hang out with whoever she wants. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Okay,” Sam chuckles, further frustrating Wanda. Not wanting to participate anymore in this conversation Wanda storms off muttering something about Sam being nosy or annoying under her breath. Bruce hears some of it in passing while making his way to Sam.

“What did you do?” he accuses Sam, who in turn plays innocent.

“Why do you assume I did anything?”

“Maybe because she said ‘he’s so annoying’ while walking away from you,” Bruce replies.

“I just told her that Y/N is out with your cousin and maybe hinted at them becoming a thing,” Sam admits with a shrug like it’s no big deal.

Bruce sighs, “Why would you do that? And Jen is already dating someone. I think.”

“Well Wanda doesn’t know that. And maybe this way, she can realize that Y/N is not going to wait around forever for her,” Sam counters.

“Stop meddling,” Bruce demands. “Let them figure it out on their own.”

You haven’t been ignoring Wanda, not like that first day after you told yourself to quit chasing after her. You join her in the mornings for breakfast. You have her coffee ready by the time she enters the kitchen. You still joke and tease. You still smile at her when you pass each other in the hallways.

To an outsider, you are behaving like you always have, but Wanda is no outsider. She notices the little changes. You don’t pull out her chair anymore during dinner. You don’t daydream while staring at Wanda at the latest team meeting in the conference room. In fact, you only bothered to glance at her when she had something to say. Usually Tony or Steve have to call you out for not paying attention to what they are saying with a comment like “L/N, I don’t pay you to stare at Maximoff. Eyes up here.”

And now you are skipping movie night! You love movie night. After two fights and some negotiation, you even have a special reserved seat next to Wanda for these nights that you definitely take advantage of. Wanda forgoes wearing sweaters during movie nights because you always sneak your arm over her shoulder. The first few times you’ve done it, she’s shrugged you off but recently she’s happy she’s got her own little warmer in the cold room. Tonight she brings a sweater and Bucky sits in your spot.

She tries her best to focus on the movie but finds herself paying more attention to whoever is walking in and out of the room, subconsciously hoping your night ends early. She tells herself it’s because she’s cold and too lazy to go searching for a blanket. Not because she misses you or anything, just your warmth.

You come home nearing midnight. Wanda only knows this because she was leaving her room to refill her water bottle while you were walking to yours. You are typing on your phone. Probably texting Jennifer, Wanda thinks. “Have a good night?” she asks you.

“Huh?” You look up a little startled. “Oh, hey Wanda. Didn’t see you there.” Wanda grunts displeased but either you don’t hear it or you ignore it. “Yeah, I had fun. What about you? How was the movie?”

“It was really good. You missed out,” she lies. Honestly, she prays you don’t ask her what it was titled. All she knows is it was an action movie from all the loud noises that would pull her attention. Apart from that, she has no idea what they watched tonight.

“I’ll have to watch it later then. Goodnight, Wanda,” you excuse yourself, leaving her in the hallway without a glance back while you enter your room.

“Night,” she replies to a shut door.

The next evening there is a moment in which Wanda thinks things may go back to normal and she can finally prove to Natasha that whatever she and you have going on is completely one sided.

She feels a light press against her back as she’s cooking, almost a phantom touch really and there is a part of her that wishes you’d commit and move a little closer, but she quickly eradicates the thought.

“Smells great, Wands.”

Who was Sam trying to fool? Wanda knows she’s still got you wrapped around her finger. She smirks to herself before answering, “Japanese cherry blossom.”

“What?” You look at her confused.

“It’s the new lotion I got,” Wanda explains.

“Oh, I was talking about dinner but I’m sure your lotion smells good also,” you reply, taking a step back, giving Wanda her room thinking you may be crowding her.

Today though you guess personal space isn’t a problem for Wanda. “Here, smell it,” she moves toward you and flips her hair over to one shoulder. She cranes her neck and looks at you expectantly. You guess she wants you to sniff her neck. You do so cautiously. You pretend you don’t notice the goosebumps arise on her skin and that it doesn’t get your heart beating faster. You move away quickly trying not to look so affected. “Yeah, it smells nice.”

“Do you want to help me cook?” A question she never thought she’d ask you.

“I still don’t know how to cook.”

“Never too late to learn.”

“As much as I’d love a lesson from Chef Maximoff tonight, I actually have somewhere to be. And I’m running late,” you inform her after checking your phone to look at the time, missing the way her smirk turns into a frown. “I’d say save me a plate but I know the guys too well.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky asks as soon as Wanda sits down at the table.

“She said she had somewhere to be,” Wanda tells him.

“Probably out with Jennifer again,” Sam jeers.

“Again? What is that, like the third time this week?” Natasha questions. My thoughts exactly, Wanda thinks.

“So are they like a thing now?” Bucky asks through a mouthful of food. Wanda does her best not to seem so invested, so when Nat teases her, “Guess you don’t have to worry about Y/N’s little crush now, huh?” Wanda hums and nods. She can’t fool the widow though. Nat notices Wanda’s grip on her fork tighten after Bucky’s question.

“Nah, Bruce said Jennifer’s already dating somebody,” reveals Sam.

“Guess you’re not off the hook just yet,” Nat pokes fun at Wanda. Wanda rolls her eyes at Natasha’s remark but internally she sighs out of relief. Though the subject changes, Wanda is stuck on why she feels some sort of satisfaction finding out you aren’t dating Jennifer.

She has an idea about why that is when she places a sticky note with your name on it on the plate she saved for you in the refrigerator.

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A/N: Long time, no see. That’s on me. Sorry. I had this ready for last Saturday but my laptop is refusing to turn on. I’m using my brother’s to post this. I hope I got everyone in the taglist who asked. See you in another 6 months! (jk) I’m working on the next chapter already. Probably good for next week.

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could you do a smut-fluff where minju and y/n are both first-time beginners and you both laugh and tease each other as you explore each other’s bodies and have virgin sex

There is Time for Everything

Kim Minju

Words: 2.8k

Tags: Virgin sex, fingering, first time for both, accidental breeding

Well last one for today. Happy Minju day. Hope yall endured these three horrible fics.

You carefully place the diode on the breadboard.

“Seriously, you haven’t done it?”

“Come on, Hyung!”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Since we’re seniors in high school.”

“So that’s like two or three years? Am I right?”

“Something like that.”

“And you still haven’t had sex?!”

“Shush! I don’t want everyone to know…”

“Jeez, you should have done that a long time ago.”

You put the wire on the other side and then slam your fist on your desk.

“We’re just waiting for the right time. It’s like if we’re going to try it isn’t going to happen.”

Your friend places the battery in the complete circuit.

“Look, let me teach you some things. Get a condom and do it! If not tonight some other time. What matters is that you should do it. You and Minju might not last if you aren’t going to have sex.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“Come with me after the lab class.”

“Okay, hyung.”

Your friend is your upperclassman. You met him in a class when he was behind and now you are practically meeting each other in every subject.

He has a reputation for being a party boy at the university. Everyone wants to be at his parties and he has a very high “body count”. While you are there still a virgin, like your girlfriend, Kim Minju.

Ah, Minju, you have been high school sweethearts. You played soccer for the school. You aren’t the most awkward student but you aren’t the most outgoing. You are just in the middle. But it is perfect timing for when you met Minju. She was just another member of the cheer squad and you have both developed feelings for each other.

You have done everything together, going on dates, and meeting each other parents. Even her dad has approved of you. But there is one thing you haven’t done with her and that is to take each other’s virginity. Both of you have been virgins since birth and haven’t had a taste of sex.

It has been awkward when you tried to initialize it. It would be out of the blue and Minu would either have time or would be busy with something else. And when Minju tries to ask you, the same thing to you. It is either you are reviewing for a test to keep your spot in the varsity or you’ll be busy with soccer practice.

Regardless, you never had time to actually do it together.

“Okay, we should be finished.” You say as you finalize the lab report.

“Thank you, sir.” You and your friend say to your teacher before heading out.

“Finally I can go home.” You announce as your stretch your arms. “It’s getting late.”

“Up-up-up. Where are you going?”

“Ugh, are we really going to do this?”

“Yes, we are.”

Your friend drags you with him. He brings you to the nearest convenience store and goes to the counter.

He coughs trying to hide his words. “Condoms please.”

The clerk rolls his eyes and just scans a pack and quickly bags it before anyone else notices it. Your friend brings you out of the store and hands you the bag.

“Here, this should what you need.”

You take a peek at what’s inside.

“Hyung…thanks.”

“No problemo. Just promise me you’ll do it tonight if not this week at least.”

“Okay. Okay…I’ll just have to find a time when Minju would be free. She lives in with her parents. So maybe when she is staying at her friend's apartment.”

“Yeah whatever, Next week. Tell me what happens, okay?”

Then your phone vibrates. You pick it up and on the caller ID is Minju. “Speaking of the devil. I have to go. Bye,” you tell your friend.

“Bye!” He shouts as you walk away.”

You answer the call and head back to the campus. “Jagi-ya. What’s up?”

“Oppa, are you busy?”

“No. Not really. Why?”

“Wanna have dinner? I need to ask you something. It’s important and I want to tell you in person.”

“Sure. Where do you want to eat?”

“Hmmmm….I know this new rice bowl. It isn’t far.”

“Ah, I think I know what you mean. See you there.”

“Oki, see ya.” Minju hangs up the phone.

You put your phone back in your pocket. You breathe out.

I guess I can ask her then.

You head to the restaurant Minju was talking about. It’s a new place but since it is at a late hour there aren’t many people. When you got there. It is practically just you and Minju left.

Minju and you got to the counter.

You order. “Can I have the beef bulgogi please?”

The cashier replies. “Anything else?”

Minju walks up. “Can I have the bacon and egg please?”

“Is that all?”

“Yup.” You answer.

The cashier takes your order and sends it to the kitchen. You and Minju go to the dining area and sit down.

“Minju, did you want to say something?”

“Oppa, I just…wan…want to…ask you…”

“Yes?”

“I want to a…as…a…ask. You if you want to have s..s…seee….”

“Sex?”

“Yes. Ugh, sorry I just wanted to ask…”

“Hmmm….”

“Look, you can say no if you want.”

“It’s just my girl friends have been pushing me to have sex with you.”

“Oh…”

“I…well…my friend also…”

“Also?”

“Well, he bought me condoms.”

“Really?”

You show the bag that your friend gave you.

Then Minju picks up a bag also from a convenience store. “They did the same to me.”

“Is it time?”

“Maybe?”

Then your order gets called. You and Minju pick up the food and eat it nicely. The food is delicious. You would say it is already your favorite for the week. Anyway, you talk more to Minju about your plans.

“Minju, can you do it tonight?”

“No, not really…”

“Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“No! We’re going to do this, okay? It has been a long time running and we should have done this a long time ago.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay. Calm down Minju.”

“Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“Well, we don’t need to do….”

Minju glares at your face. You stay silent.

“Look, tonight. I have to be with my parents but tomorrow. I told them I’m staying at one of my friend’s place. Then we can do it then. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ve got to go now bye, Oppa.”

Minju stands up and reaches to kiss you on the cheek but before her lips touch. You turn your head and make her kiss your lips. A short yet passionate kiss.

“Minju, Just a teaser for tomorrow.”

Minju blushes as she walks away.

It is already Friday night. You have something planned but don’t know if you are going to succeed. A night with your girlfriend.

Minju is already on her way. You have put on some perfume. Your bedroom is spotless, prepared some snacks before anything would be going down.

Then there is a knock on the door. You peek thru the peephole and there is Minju. She is wearing a cute top with a matching skirt. Something she would wear to your dates. She is always cute when she wears something like that.

“Come in.” You open the door.

Minju comes in and kisses you on the cheek. “Oppa, you alright?”

“Yeah... just nervous. Are we really going to do it?”

“Yes! Yes! Of course…” Minju affirms but also sounds as nervous as you.

You move up to her and grab her waist with both of your arms and you look down at her with your obviously confused face.

“Uhhhh…. what are you doing?” Minju asks you.

“Isn’t this how things start?”

“No? I don’t know. Let’s try to start things naturally. Do you have anything to drink?”

“Hold on.” You stop Minju in your living room then head to the fridge.

There is a couple of bottles of Soju. “What do you want to do with Soju?” You shout from the kitchen.

“Is it flavored?”

“Nope.”

“You have Yakult?”

You pick up the unopened pack of Yakult and a couple of bottles and two glasses then head back to the living room. Minju helps you with all of the ingredients and places them on the table.

Sitting beside each other, you try to be comfortable, facing Minju as she looks at you back.

“Drinks!” You remembered why you brought them with you.

You open a bottle pour on both glasses and add some Yakult for the flavor. Minju finishes her drink in one go. She shakes her head as she tries to take in the flavor. You do the same, drinking it and taking in the drink.

“Shouldn’t we….?” You lean in for a kiss. Minju takes it but quickly stops it.

“Let’s drink more.” She suggests.

Then there is a montage of You and Minju drinking and taking shots one after another. and then eating some of the snacks you have prepared. You grab more drinks from beer to more Soju. Soon there were already four bottles of Soju emptied and thee bottles of beer.

You are already a little tipsy but one thing you noticed is that Minju is already getting a little bit more touch than before. She is trying to act more seductively, playing with you, and touching you on your arm. You too are trying to make advances to Minju.

You never thought you’d be like this with your girlfriend. Sure, you have been drunk before but that’s when you are with friends and never drank alone. Suddenly, Minju leans in for a kiss. She pushes you down to the couch, still making out with you.

But you stop her and make her stand up straight. “Minju, are you drunk?”

“Well…” Minju hiccups. “Kinda….”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes! I always have. I thought I’ll lose my virginity with my boyfriend and when you are there I knew it would be you.”

“Minju…”

“Oppa…”

You kiss her on the lips, cupping her face. “Let’s take this slowly, okay?”

Minju grabs your hands, and her eyes shine on you. “Okay.”

You go back to your kiss. A passionate yet drunk kiss. Something messy yet it is between two people who love each other.

Then Minju unbuttons your shirt. You assist her in doing so. You remove Minju’s shirt, showing off her topless body.

This time you push Minju to the couch with lips still locked to each other. You undo your pants and pull it push it away. Your underwear comes off as well. Now you pull up Minju’s skirt. You notice a wet spot on her panties…

“Uhhh…. What’s this?”

Minju replies. “The girls told me to now worry about that. They said it comes when you are ready for sex.”

You shrug your shoulders and continue. Minju removes her skirt and her pantie as well. Finally, you struggle and try to remove Minju’s bra. But after embarrassing yourself in front of Minju. She stops you and removes it herself.

You both chuckle as you get to finally see each other fully naked. Minju looks down at your crotch and insects it.

“Curious… what’s the size?”

“To be honest. I haven’t measured it. Never needed to. But to my guess… five inches…?”

“What do you think of my breasts.”

“They’re aight. I mean breasts are breasts. I love them…. I mean yours. I only love your breasts.”

Minju laughs. “Only these two then.”

You move your hand to feel Minju’s slit. It is clean-shaven down there.

“Oh, you shaved?”

“Yeah? Did you?”

“Yeah, I did but I just did it just in case.”

“In case, I didn’t?”

“Well…”

You stay silent for a while, but your hand is busy feeling Minju. It is wet already and just a line. You have never seen a vagina before unless you count the times when you were younger with your sister but never mind that. You play with it a bit.

You don’t really know how but you try to insert your index finger inside. Minju gasps as you try to play with her.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Just continue.”

You just return to Minju, looking down to check if you are doing it correctly. It is confirmed when you see Minju subtly moan. Just soft and gentle moans. You think it is working so you do more. You start to move your finger faster and faster.

This brings more pleasure to Minju. Her gentle moans start to grow louder and louder. Her eyes close and she clings onto the couch. It becomes harder and harder for her to hold back. As you added your middle finger.

Minju arches her back. This is already getting intense for her. She is almost at her peak. But she gushes cum outside of her. It isn’t much. But it is more than you thought.

“Wow…that’s a lot.” You tell Minju.

She already has a bit of her hair messed up. You try to fix it but to no avail.

“Hmm.. you still look kinda cute, Minju.”

She peeks at the mirror and gets shocked. Her hair is messed up and she quickly tries to fix it.

You hold her hand. “I said you look cute. Anyway, don’t we still have something to do?”

“Ah, right.”

You are still on top of her. Now, you try to align your tip to her entrance. You play with it for a second. Then you look up, Minju’s eyes are shut, mouth closed, and holding her breath.

“Okay, I’m going in.”

You push yourself slowly, going all the way. It is going deep. Each inch is swallowed whole.

You let out a deep breath as you fully invite yourself inside Minju.

“Okay, I’m in.” Minju breathes out. It is still slightly painful for her. But she is enduring it as much as she can.

“Okay, It hurts a bit but I should be fine.”

You start thrusting as before. Your cock moves in and out as slowly as it can. Her walls are so tight. You can never expect to feel this sensation. All you have is have been jerking off to porn or maybe Minju’s picture. But this is nothing compared to the experience that you are feeling right now.

“Fuck, Minju…”

“Ah! Oppa, it feels so good.”

“Minju!” You shout her name.

It is getting better and better. Your cock entering and re-entering is feeling much better after every second. Your groans are getting louder by the second. Also, Minju is moaning louder and louder. You can see Minju’s breasts jiggle as well.

But then you get tired and accidentally fall on Minju. Instead of complaining, Minju laughs. You awkwardly join her. But as she continues to laugh. You laugh as well. The humorous fall just made things funny.

“Oppa, come here.” Minju hugs you to cuddle.

You both lay on the couch snuggled up to each other.

“How is it for you? Is it alright?” You bring up.

“It was painful at first but as it goes on. I think I’m enjoying it.”

“Same here. Let’s finish this.”

Minju sits up on the couch and brings you to your bedroom.

Now on the bed, you go back to your position. Minju is on the bottom and you are on the top. You go back thrusting. But you can go faster than before now you have gotten used to the motion.

Things go on and on. You moving while Minju is receiving the pleasure. You can also feel it but what you are happy about is that Minju is also enjoying it.

But then your legs start to feel weak. You are about to have your orgasm. Soon you cum. You shoot everything and empty your balls.

You get off Minju and lay next to her.

“It was better than I thought.” Minju’s mouth is wide open.

You are on the bed. “I thought it was pleasurable as well.” You bring out a small smile.

But then you start to fall asleep. Things begin to drift to darkness. You are tired and the sex just made things more.

Then you jolt and wake up.

“Minju! We didn’t use a condom!”

Minju also sits up. “Did…did cum in me?”

“Do you have birth control?”

“No! I wouldn’t expect to need one.”

You lay back down on the bed with your hands on your head. “You should get tested.”

“I’ll…I’ll…take one sooon.”

“Soon?! We need to know!”

“My girls warned me about this. I need to wait for my period or miss it to check. Promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“Will you be there if I’m pregnant?”

“Of course.”

Minju lies down beside you. “Then we shouldn’t worry about it, okay? If I’m not pregnant then good. But if I am then we have a lot of things to do.”

“Okay night, Minju.”

“Goodnight Oppa.”

#kpop smut #izone smut #kim minju #minju smut

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Okay, so I couldn’t decide which one so I’m giving you two and you can choose whichever one inspires you most. (And no worries if neither one does)

Rise!Donnie-An accidental kiss

Bay!Raph-Kissing as a distraction

Thanks babe!! 😘

You are one of my favorite people, yes of course <3

This is also my first time writing for Rise!Donnie, and it was really fun!

Speaking of Donnie and Reader are ADULTS (like early to mid 20's) please don't throw hissed fits, no ones a minor here

Anywho

Rise!Donnie x Gn!reader

Look Up

Warnings: Donnie being a dumb dumb, friends to lovers, little turtle smootch, feelings, confessing, spelling mistakes,

Donnie rarely asked for help.

Especially when it came to his inventions. They were "his children" as he so eloquently put it.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he asked you to help him in his lab.

Thankfully, it had nothing to do with math or the stupidly long equation written on his chalkboard, but the underground vent system in the lab.

When you arrived at his lab, two large floor panels had been taken out and leaned against the adjacent wall. Leaving a large square in the floor where Donnie was currently working.

You could hear the drill as you got closer. Donnie's purple head, just peaking out over the metal rim.

"Hey, Don!" You yelled over the noise. The drill stopped as he glanced up, goggles down, a large grin appearing when he saw it was you.

"Y/n, perfect timing, I'm just about ready for the ventilation system," He lifted the goggles just above his eyes, wiping dirt and dust off his face.

"Geez, how'd that thing get so dirty?" You crouch down, leaning over the hole and seeing large pipes that he was currently balanced on.

"Raph and Leo took SHELLDON to extreme Frisbee, and he tracked in about 30 pounds of just dirt and sand," He groaned. He hated his workspace dirty, but sand, dirt, and dust were the worst.

"Ugh, it's everywhere," You fanned the air as another cloud puffed out from the vent under Donnie's leg. "I see why you need to clean it,"

Donnie reached up, setting the drill next to your leg and pulling his mask up, spitting and wiping at his face. "Ugh, it's in my mouth,"

You tried to hide the smile that crawled on your face, he was so handsome and didn't even know it.

"Right, so what do you need my help with?" You put your hands on your hips, glancing around.

"Drag that toolbox over toward you and hand me tools as I need them," Pulling down his mask and goggles, Donnie hunkered down, and pulled open a small control panel.

You got the toolbox and waited for him. It was a slow process, the engineering was very specific incase a toxin or chemical got released.

The system was supposed to suck out any bad chemicals and move them through the sewers to an abandoned factory where it could be dissolved and dispersed without harming anyone.

But the system wouldn't work with dirt and cobwebs stuck in the gears.

Donnie would call out the tool he needed and hold out his hand, not even looking up. Your fingers brushed against his as you placed it in his palm.

This gave you a chance to admire him, he had strong shoulders and muscular arms that looked delicious as he tried to take out a rusting bolt.

Feelings your knees start to ache, you turned to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows and looking down at him.

You both chatted calmly, this is how it always was. You could talk about everything with each other, even if you knew he didn't care about the traffic on your way to work or how you had no idea what half the words he said were.

You both just clicked. And recently you'd gone and messed it up by falling in love with him.

It's impossible not to. He was funny and charming, and looked fantastic in leather pants.

But he'd never responded to your flirting, never made any moves, despite the obvious openings you gave him.

"Could you pass me the..." He started, setting down the wrench and clicking his tounge. "...screwdriver, please?" He seemed unsure, humming to himself as he inspected the rusted metal in front of him.

"Which one?" You look over at the toolbox, seeing several different shapes and sizes.

"Green handle,"

"There are five with green handles," You rested your chin on your hands, and he still hadn't looked up at you, keeping his head ducked down.

"Long and skinny," He pulled off a small metal plate, unplugging two blue wires.

"Slot or Phillipshead?"

He groaned, his patience getting thin. "It's the-" He rose up very fast, not expecting you to be hanging over the edge of the hole.

In a move that only fate could pull, Donnie lips met yours. Being on your stomach prevented you from quickly moving away, but did you really want to?

Donnie stared wide-eyed at you before jerking away, taking a clumsy step back, needing to grab the edge of the square for support.

"Y/n....I am...." He turned bright red, shaking his head and not meeting your eyes. "I am so sorry, I didn't know that you were right there," He put his finger to his lips, as if your touch was still lingering.

"It's alright," You gave a little laugh, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the deep blush on your face. "No harm done,"

Donnie sighed deeply, throwing his goggles off his head, skidding across the floor. "Oh, I can't do this," He rubbed his palms up his face, covering eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

"Can't do what?" You hated how worried you sounded.

"I can't keep acting like this, I thought it was simple infatuation. You're beautiful, no denying that, but I figured everyone else felt the same, but no. The nerves, the fidgeting, and countless dreams I have of you all lead to one thing." He rambled, laughing as if he finally solved an advanced equation thats been stuck in his head.

"What're you saying, Donnie?" Your heart had stopped, you were sure of it. Your lungs felt tight, your eyes wide as you watched the turtle before you.

"I've fallen in love with you," He chuckled, shaking his head as if he never thought that was a possibility.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," His eyes lifted to meet yours.

"On all accounts it is," Donnie shrugged, looking away. "There's about a 30% chance you like me back, another 26.3% chance you'll be alright with a non-normal relationship like this, and if you don't return my feelings then by all accounts our friendship is ruined,"

"You think there's only a 30% chance that I like you?"

He looked up again. "Well, yes, given the data I've taken and your responses to my flirting-"

"Flirting?!" You laugh, rubbing your temples. "What flirting, Donnie? I've been in love with you for months and have given you several opportunities to see that I like you and you didn't notice!"

"What? No, you haven't!" He argued, crossing his arms.

"Why do you think I always ask you to walk me home after movie night?" You sigh.

"Beacuse you're afraid of getting mugged?"

"And the reason why I sit on the windowsill and talk to you for another 30 minutes even though it's freezing?"

You see the gears turning in his head, his brain processing every moment the two of you have ever shared.

You see the moment it clicks, the light bulb flashing overhead. He sighs, dropping his head into his hands.

You chuckled softly. "~told you so~"

"So...." Donnie cleared his throat, face turning red again. "What do we do now?"

"Well, the way I see it, you can either ask me out or kiss me again," you smile, seeing him gulp.

"Can't I do both?"

"I don't see why not,"

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @happymoonangel @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

#hes so dumb <3 #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!donnie #rise!donnie x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #it is my works #turtlebabe83 #thanks for the ask!

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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HIII ITS ME AGAIN.

I been thinking about reader just one day bringing home a puppy 😭 like they just waltz in with a dog in they arms and Dottore looks at them in confusion "Why do you have a dog." "I want to keep it!" "No."

Eventually he agrees because reader said they wouldnt snuggle with him for a week and so now theres just a lil puppy running around the lab (I like to think Zandy and puppy become friends....peace and love) and a new rule is added to the handbook that the dog is to be treated with the highest respect 💀 Dog has its own coat and is so spoiled. mf basically owns the lab now much to Dottores dismay.

aahshhuugghdhbydbuidbjnd oupy.....

Also happy new years eve eve (at the time of me writing this its the 30th) I expect a dottore segment to poof into my room when the clock hits midnight for the new year. If I do not see dottore I will be very discheesed and hoyoverse WILL be hearing from me >:C

- 🐓

OH MY GOSH YES... Ugh he would literally demand you to "return that thing to where it came from" and you'd just beg and beg to keep the cute lil guy... :( You didn't even end up convincing him,, more like you had to slightly threaten your lover to let you keep the dog! He was certainly not happy about that... (I can also imagine reader walking in with a suspicious lump underneath their coat,, and Dottore demanding them to take it off and then he's met with the puppy eyes of both you and the dog,, he's SO done with you and your shenanigans 😭)

Thankfully, despite how much the pup runs around it hasn't caused any lab disasters (yet) but the segments are sure getting jealous of it,, What's so special about running after a dog? You have them, what could it have that they don't?? Zandy is the only one who understands as you said... he loves all the attention the dog gives him! He loves playing fetch and giving it tummy rubs and head pats! (Also whenever the segments try to be mean to him the dog is on guard duty,,) Rules are added to the book on how to treat it with the utmost respect otherwise the dog will report back to you (and you'll know who the transgressor was, somehow.)

Does Dottore warm up to your furry friend? Maybe, maybe not, maybe he learns to tolerate it,, but when the dog comes to quietly snooze at his feet he doesn't shoo it away at least!

(It's still New Year's Eve as I write this... so in advance happy New Year's to you 🐓 anon!! Hoping that Dottore segment poofs into your room fr 🙏🙏)

#smooches talks #🐓 anon #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #admittedly im much more of a cat person but recently i met two dogs who were absolute sweethearts and i just. ebwfbefewf #THEY WERE SO SWEET AND ALWAYS BEGGED ME FOR ATTENTION I GAVE THEM ALL THE HEADPATS

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anitabighug · 1 year

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❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [ ♡ ♡ ♡ ] Chapter One; The Welcome Wagon.

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Oh. Oh, dear. Wally stared out his window, pursing his lips for a brief moment before returning to his soft smile. It seemed we had a new neighbour. That wasn’t really the issue, of course. The more, the merrier! Wally loved to welcome newcomers to the area, and it had been an awfully long time since he’d had the chance. It was almost as if the ground shifted, placing a new home smack between, and behind, Frank Frankly’s overgrown home, and Barnaby’s beautifully painted abode. Of course, that wasn’t possible, and that's what he would tell his dear friends if they asked. There was simply more room between the homes than they thought there was! Not that they would– or at least, that's what he would assume before it showed up. It almost looked like a laboratory. An observatory sat perched atop what would otherwise be a modest looking home, and a greenhouse was slapped alongside it. It sat empty currently, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until their new neighbour was upon them. Truthfully, he knew science was an important endeavour, but… The idea of his dear friends getting curious… That was what was worrying him. There were only so many questions you could ask in this world before you knew too much, before you became… He shook his head, letting his undesirable thoughts fly off with it. The floorboards below him creaked with concern, and he patted the windowsill comfortingly. “I am completely fine, Home. You know I would tell you if I wasn’t.” He told the hulking structure, who creaked in protest. A laugh escaped him, dry and monotone as he turned from the window to start to head down to his front door, “I am being honest. There isn’t any problems at all. At least, not yet.” He clarified at the end, hesitating in his entryway for only a brief moment. He shook away the bad thoughts again, he needed a clear head to diagnose this issue properly. As he turned the doorknob, Home protested. The lock bolted, and home clicked some of the shutters accusingly. Ugh, he definitely didn’t need this. Wally took in a calming breath, and rubbed his thumb across the doorknob comfortingly. He could hear home’s wooden joints relaxing, and the smile returned to his eyes. It was just worried for him, he knew. It was the only one who really understood the world around them, and he was grateful for the companionship, if a little exasperated at times. “I’ll let you know how it goes as soon as I get back. Promise.” He swore, and with a click, the door swung open, and Home released him back to the neighbourhood. Wally couldn’t help but feel their lonely eyes on him as he made his way to the new home to prepare the newcomer for the welcome wagon.

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● This didn’t feel right. Your hair was too short. Were you missing fingers? No, that wasn’t possible. That would hurt, surely. And honestly, despite the deep seated feeling of something being wrong… You felt amazing. The best you’d felt in years, though you couldn’t put a finger on just why. You’d… Always been this way, right? The questions continue to stir as you sit up in your bed. It’s big; too big for one puppet. Thankfully, you’d filled the space with dozens of cushy pillows and soft blankets. Pinks, purples, and blues swirled on your bed in mismatching patterns. It felt unfamiliar, but… right. As if it was made for you, to make you feel perfectly at home. Home. That was where you had moved. Yes, it was coming back to you now. You swung your legs off of the side of the bed, knocking a few pillows to the floor in the process, and untangled yourself from the blankets. This was your first morning Home, where you’d set up your beautiful lab! Beakers and Papers and Test tubes and Experiments awaited you just past your bedroom door. This was obviously where your constant questions were coming from; You were a scientist! Of course you’d be curious! Your now free body scurries to your closet, and you fight the urge to just throw your trusty lab coat over your nightgown so you can explore more thoroughly. With much deliberation, you decide on a soft yellow sundress with a frilly white underskirt. Of course, a blue turtleneck on top finished the look. It feels comfortable on your plush purple self, and a few matching accessories catch your eye. You try to ignore them, pushing your arms through your lab coat and telling yourself that, golly, you just don’t need those where you’re going! Simple is best! A laboratory doesn’t need earrings, or bracelets, or… The cutest, frilliest little socks with little pink trim… An hour later, you are dolled up to the nines. You’ve been double checking yourself in the mirror over and over, admiring the cute little yellow pearls dangling from your ears, the delicately applied mascara, making sure your belt with its cute little flower buckle is perfectly aligned… And you finally got a good look at yourself. This body, similarly with everything in the house, felt unfamiliar, but oh-so cozy. You had a round face, and an even rounder little dewdrop nose, with periwinkle curls framing you perfectly. Luckily, the layers of clothing did well to mask your plump frame, though you couldn't do much about your legs. Everything in the closet seemed to be frilly skirts and dresses. It felt like it.. Might be okay though. You didn’t feel scared of it. Not that you… would… By the time you left this particular haze of questions, you’d already made your way downstairs. Similarly to upstairs, your new home was decorated in periwinkles and violets with glitter interspersed in the different paints. You’d gotten yourself out a cute little pink bowl and mug for your breakfast, which you were in the middle of preparing when a knock at your door pulled you from your concerning thoughts. Who… Who could that be? You didn’t know anyone yet. Maybe it was a travelling salesman. Maybe it was a bully there to laugh at you. Maybe it was– Another knock. This one was a little more insistent, as if whoever was there seemed to know that you were home. There didn’t look to be any way to get out of this one. You gather your courage, and walk to your front door. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “Good morning, Neighbour! Welcome Home.” A cheery voice rang out once the door was open, and you watch the yellow puppet’s eyes fall on you. He almost looks taken aback for a moment, but recovers quickly when you summon the courage to smile at the stranger. He seems nice, and something about his eyes… A wave of calm washes over you. This man couldn’t be a bully, he looked as if he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. “Oh! Good morning!” You respond finally, opening the door fully and letting the warm smell of pancakes waft on to the porch, “Its so nice to meet you, Mister…?” “Where are my manners? Wally. Wally Darling. And you?” He held out a hand to shake yours, and you take it eagerly. Something about the firm grip he gives you sends a spark through your head and out your ears, but you quickly shake it off to answer in turn, “Daisy DeWitt, Its a pleasure!” “Isn’t it? Just the most.” Wally gives a catlike grin at this, and peers past you into your kitchen, “... Is something burning?” Uh, yeah? Your face. But you were hoping he couldn’t see that. Your mind races, trying to come up with some sort of excuse when the distinct scent hits your nose. Oh. You were cooking. A terrified gasp escapes your lips and you scurry back inside, not bothering to close the door. It doesn’t matter what you do at this point, your pancakes are charcoal, and your coffee is ice cold. A flurry of ‘oh no’s and ‘gosh darn it’s escape you as you pour water over your nearly ruined pan, hoping somehow to save it. You hear a soft laugh next to you, and peer over as Wally clicks the burner on your stove off. You didn’t invite him in, but you’re grateful for the save from your own flustered mistakes. You only have a brief moment to wonder if you have enough supplies to make a new batch before a hand is held out to you, and Wally’s voice pulls you up from your anxious cloud. “Golly, I’m sorry for interrupting you while you were cooking. Can I make it up to you? We have the loveliest Bodega down the street, I’ll fix you up with something yummy.” He promises, and with a resigned sigh you take his hand. Well, you suppose you needed to familiarize yourself with the surrounding area eventually, though you’d hoped it was under better circumstances. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. Maybe some old man with big hair and a moustache, or some stuffy lady with thick glasses and a grumpy demeanour. Not… this. It was certainly quite the relief. You seemed harmless, clumsy even, and definitely not the catalyst for disaster as he had worried. It was enough for him to put his guard down, making small talk with you as you wandered the yellow road, and he pointed out the buildings you passed to tell you who lived where.

After introductions, and a brief breakfast filled with chattering questions about how long Howdy planned to be in his larval stage (Luckily causing the shopkeeper to bust a gut– saving you some face), your chaperone let you on your way with a cheerful wave, as he made his way back to what you assumed to be his own house, a little red cabin that you swore almost wiggled with delight upon Wally’s return. From the Bodega, you could practically see the entire neighbourhood, along with the charming denizens who made it Home. This is why it was hardly a surprise that the pink creature rushing between houses and collecting friends made a beeline for you on your way home. Luckily, the breakfast you’d finally gotten had given you the energy to put on a cheery smile when approached. “Welcome to the neighbourhood!!” The chorus chimed, and the pink one didn’t even give you a moment to breathe before she was viciously shaking your hand, practically knocking the brains right out of your head. You had to admit though– the energy was infectious. A few satisfied laughs came from the crowd in front of you, as she finally introduced herself, “Hi!!!! I’m Julie Joyful, and I’m SO excited to finally meet you!!! Your house is SO neat!!! What’s the big thing on top??? What are your hobbies??? What–” “What is your name?” Interrupted a grey puppet behind her, tutting at his friend who had clearly gotten too carried away. She flushed, but the big grin never left her face.

“Aw, Frank! You’re supposed to introduce yourself first!” She scolded gently, which he responded by rolling his eyes. The others in the group took this opportunity to scoot forwards to give you their own handshakes, and their names in turn. Barnaby stepped up first, his handshake soft and loose. Poppy didn’t really shake your hand, just gave it a single bounce and a pat on top with her other wing while she introduced herself, her smile motherly and warm. Sally didn’t even hesitate, scooping you into a big hug and lifting you off the ground. When your feet were returned to their proper place, Eddie stepped forwards with what he explained was the welcome package. A box of cookies, freshly baked, and a brochure with a map printed on the back. It was your turn, now… A glimmer of confidence rose up in you, and you just couldn’t help but be as boisterous as the townspeople in front of you. “I’m Daisy DeWitt, Scientist Extraordinaire!!!” You proclaim, and hear a chorus of ooh’s and aah’s from your audience.

Of course, this basically starts Julie’s engines all over again, and as the others disperse, she is walking you home, followed by an exasperated Frank. The questions don’t stop coming, and though he acts like he is trying to calm her down, Frank almost looks doubly interested in the answers. Luckily, all she asks are easy questions. Why is the grass green? Plant food! Why do flowers smell so pretty? To attract bees, of course! Why are apples so sweet? Um, also plant food. She seems confused by that, but you’re already back at your door, and tell her you’ll explain further another time. She seems satisfied by this answer, and tells you goodbye, dragging her friend along behind her as they scurry away for another adventure.

You thought that this would exhaust you, but honestly it just left you feeling… Warm. As if you belonged. You could get used to this. With a little rest, at least. You return into your own home, ready to kick back with a good book. Maybe something on botany, Julie seemed pretty interested in that… ( A/N: This is GENUINELY my first time posting fic ever, please be gentle! I was desperate for more content in this fandom so I’m dipping my toes. See you in chapter two maybe?? )

#wally darling x reader #welcome home fic #welcome home x reader

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cornflakes7 · 11 months

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𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤!

Promposal with Crazy:B (seperate) x GN reader

cw: none! these headcannons are insanely sweet

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞

he’d do the corniest, over the top promposal for sure 💀

i feel like rinne would throw rocks at your window to get your attention so he could strum his out of tune guitar while singing a sappy love song 😭

OR he’d make the rest of the members stand in a line waiting for you to come by and see them hold promposal signs while he lays there on the floor holding a rose in his mouth

it’s the thought that counts at least…

i would hope you said yes because i know bro spent DAYS thinking about the best promposal idea

you bet he’d be celebrating once you accept to go out to with him

he’d definitely tell hiiro!!! his lil bro would be just as happy as him

needless to say, rinne would feel like the happiest man on earth. you’re his one and only and he loves you to pieces

𝙃𝙞𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙪

he’d be so romantic with the promposal idk how you would say no

himeru would definitely invite you over to his house, intentions disguised as wanting you to tutor him

you’d definitely be confused too because like… why would someone like him need tutoring?

anyway, you decide to come and everything was normal at first! you helped him with his questions and also did some of your own homework in the mean time

it was until himeru asked you about a certain math problem which the two of you solved together

it was the equation to spell out the word ‘prom?’ <333

once you realize, you couldn’t help but smile at him while eagerly waits for your response

himeru had to make up this question just for the promposal 😭😭 that really is dedication

but in case you do say yes, he’d definitely be over the moon and would be smiling so much his jaws would ache… himeru was just too happy

you didn’t see this as a tutoring session but a study date lol

𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙣𝙖

i know he’d prepare you a dish hiding a little promposal note inside…

you’d be mindlessly scooping up the food until you see a small piece of white at the bottom of the bowl

curious, you decide to take the thing from your meal out with your hands

it was a folded piece of paper! after opening it, it reads ‘will you go to prom with me?’ with a small heart at the end

i hope you understood the note quickly because your future prom date would be standing behind you waiting for your answer

he’d be overjoyed if you said yes! hugging you and promising to put twice the love ingredient into his dishes for you

i also feel like he’d spend most of his time at the snack bar during prom night with you, eating while just grateful that he somehow pulled someone like you <3

𝙆𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙊𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

kohaku would be the most picky with his promposals out of the 4

he already has a huge crush on you and he just wants this promposal to be perfect <3

so he’d take inspiration from the internet for sure

it was at the point where he was about to give up because nothing seemed to be perfect.. until he found a chemistry promposal experiment

he started to do some research and start preparing for the big day, calling in the members to help with the experiment

they were like his personal hype men to support him ugh my heart

when the day arrived, he had sent you a message prior to meet him at the lockers at school, where he later escorted you to the science lab

he made sure your eyes are covered and made everyone get into position

when you open your eyes, you saw all his friends pouring chemicals into beakers which had changed colors spelling out a promposal

kohaku then later went and grabbed a teddy bear handing it to you, confessing his feelings properly while the members stood there and watched, all of them looking like proud dads

bro would be on cloud 9 once you said yes to both the promposal and his confession!

he’s so happy he thought he’d cry on the spot

extra: i feel like he’d have to pay rinne for him not to mess up LMAOO

#→ Hikaru writes !#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #crazy:b #rinne amagi x reader #himeru x reader #niki shiina x reader #kohaku oukawa x reader #rinne amagi #himeru #niki shiina #kohaku oukawa

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sparkysxi · 19 days

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Alien Stage Predictions

so ROUND 6 dropped. As an Ivan fan I am DEVASTATED. but we must move on (have copium he and sua are secretly ok) (this is VIVINOS we’re talking about those bitches are dead) so I decided to have a little speculation about future content in order to strengthen myself against the inevitable heartbreak I will feel

ROUND 6 is the official halfway point of the series, so here are a few things I think could happen/future videos likely to drop:

An IVANTILL video like MIZISUA explaining their backstory (the lab/adoption center)

A solo Luka video and a solo Mizi video

perhaps a video for Isaac and Dewey. I just think they deserve a duet but I am not as confident in this prediction

A video about the human rebellion (perhaps rescuing Till?)

A video in the style of TOP 3, as an in-universe advertisement for the Finals/ROUND 7

Speaking of the finals, that’s literally going to be a self-harm-off.

Till has lost two of the most important people in his life and was already Not There during ROUND 6 he is not doing well, and I think Luka only really feels “alive” on the Alien Stage, so he may be trying to kill himself through entering the competition multiple times

Or Luka is fucking insane and wants a mountain of bodies behind him to prove his worth to the aliens

maybe because of his laundry list of physical illnesses-perhaps Luka is scared he will be abandoned or killed for being a burden to his owner?

I think I will go INSANE if Mizi manages to rescue Till, like they get out of the arena, but Till’s crazy ass goes BACK INSIDE, like how he did for Mizi all those years ago, because he’s not leaving without Ivan’s body to at least bury him properly

like the cinematic parallels that could be achieved here UGH *chefs kiss*

also I think it would be really cool if Till’s character became an exploration of heteronormativity-he’s been pining after Mizi after all this time, but he realizes that the admiration he has for her is not the same as the love she shared with Sua or the love/obsession Ivan had for him

maybe Till is gay/bisexual-or on the ace/aro spectrum

regardless of what he is the societal expectations are likely that girl humans like boy humans and boy humans like girl humans

Till enters his queer rebellion era how DARE these aliens expect him to do ANYTHING

alien historians will call MiziSua and IvanTill “just really good friends”

anyway I also expect more Sua and Ivan hallucinations

perhaps they’ll act as “guiding spirits” from here on out??

wouldn’t it be cool if we got a post-death Ivan and Sua duet? maybe they’re singing to Till and Mizi from the afterlife

I’m less confident about that one as well but I think it would be neat

a video of saving the children from Anakt Garden-with Till at the helm using skills Ivan taught him-less confident here again but would be fun nonetheless

I think it’s pretty likely BOTH Hyuna and Luka will die by the end of the series-Hyuna’s already injured and Luka has death flags (wearing all white and having feelings of love/affection/obsession towards another who does not reciprocate it equally)

The non reciprocated love appears to be a common thread between our male contestants, doesn’t it?

However Hyuna may survive-half the cast lives, half the cast dies kinda thing

They all end up missing their counterparts

I think ultimately the final scene of the series will be very melancholy-they’ve won, but at what cost

And a lot of choking

Also: one very emotional scene where the characters actually talk to one another. Not singing: talking to one another

#these are just my thoughts and speculations ill be happy with whatever vivinos is cooking for us #i was wrong with my round 6 predictions so take these with a healthy pinch of salt #alien stage #alnst #...does alnst merch do international shipping #i dont think so

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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Did someone say Dottore?

Something that makes me laugh to think about Dottore is that he has a daughter, specifically a girl

And I'm not referring to when he was Fatui, I'm referring to the fact that he had a daughter at the Academy and he is a tough dad.

It makes me laugh to think about Dottore who, although he is not a good father at all, seems like a human for the first time with his daughter around him

The daughter came out just as crazy as him, experimenting and murdering, defying the order imposed by the Gods and simply being true to herself, almost in the same way as Dottore

Ah, but put them together in the same room and they will talk with friendly smiles, talking happily about their discoveries and how happy they are for each other because of the great progress they have made lately

"Ah, father! How nice to see you again, you won't believe how well the last experiment went with the strange mud of the Chasm next to the pillars of Celestia."

"I'm glad, my daughter! You're going to love hearing about how the deception and experimentation on humans of various physical abilities has gone, it's excellent material for the future."

And Scaramouche is watching in the background while he's almost dying, having to put up with two mad scientists

One more

"Father! This is a disaster!"

"Huh? What's wrong honey? Did any test subjects escape? Don't worry, they'll die from the poison of..."

"It's not that! Who cares about that rat? The person I like to buy fresh dates from won't be coming anymore! Ah, now what will I eat on my breaks? We should go to Sumeru right now! And while I'm there, I'll make sure the experiment with forbidden knowledge is going well and the deal with the Hermits remains on track"

"So that's it, don't worry, I'll tell other me to come with you, don't forget to bring me something interesting."

I don't know, it's just like they did CTRL + V on Dottore but it came out female, so they get along great

+Bonus with Paimon and Traveler

"A clone of Dottore! Nahida said there were no more!"

"A clone? I guess I really look too much like Father... Anyway, don't worry either, that's not why I'm here, do you know where there's a good desert date seller?"

"What do you mean with that...?"

"Well, let's buy dates, they are very delicious if seasoned with roasted Sumeru flowers... Ah, I don't think you're really going to say anything because of your face... Don't look at me in that way, it's not my fault that my father almost kill your friend"

Anything that makes Dottore act with even a modicum of humanity makes me laugh

I think that if Dottore had a daughter from his first years of Fatui or Academia, they would get along genuinely good, the daughter is going to turn out like a Sparkle mixed with him, but they get along wonderfully

— 📦

Dadttore lol.

Dottore acting like a human being is. Yeah. But I’m very charmed with Dottore and his daughter being close to as crazy as he is, that’s so adorable somehow??

Like?? Nah he’s not a good dad but MEH she doesn’t notice, lol. She just wants to do her little experiments and do her research!!

Also if I saw Dottore had a kid I would have the, “where the HECK did you get that from??” moment. She looks like him but…no. No there’s no waaaay. Dottore??? Nooooo. This child just spawned into the world one day there is no other explanation. That or he created her in a lab. Or like you said. CTRL + V except make him a girl. I’m crying. Where did this child come from. And I refuse to believe anyone’s taking responsibility for that lol.

Local single dad Dottore with his little daughter on his lap while he reads her a dissection manual. Lovely.

One day his daughter, young but already an expert in biology like papa, is all, “wait. Where DID I come from?? Who the heck is my-”

And he tells her to not worry about something like that. Doesn’t matter. She only needs him, right?

She’s so cute ugh I’m imagining her in her own little mask and her own little evil lab coat.

Yeah, perfect.

He’s got his own style of ‘hands-off’ parenting. Which goes just as well as you’d expect. He’s like I’m not worried about her, she’ll come home when she’s hungry.

Sir, please-

Comically bad dad Dottore is also entertaining to me oh my goodness I’m sorry.

And when she’s a teenager?? Oof he’s not ready for that.

She knows her dad. She knows to not bring anyone home to meet him, lol. Like she still loves him and they get along great but she’d like to keep her boyfriend around for at least a few months. Maybe once she gets bored of them though…

#Genshin impact #genshin impact dottore #Dottore

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Hello lovely! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a 001 fic where the reader is another one of Brenner’s subjects at Hawkins Lab with Henry/001. They mutually have a crush on each other but of course they can’t really act on their feelings, besides quick interactions in the dark corners of the hallway out of camera view. BUT then they get called into Brenner’s office one day and told that the lab is going to conduct an experimental program, to breed the most powerful subjects for the next generation, and they will be the first to begin it since they’re the oldest (obviously both would be like 18 or 19 years old!) and they finally get to get it on 🤭 but definitely starts out kind of awkward since this would be both of their first time hehe.

ugh this idea>>> also i barely ever get Henry/001/Peter requests and it makes me kinda sad becasue he's literally my favourite jamie character (jace, i am sorry.)

002- Henry/001/Peter x Reader

summary: in the request :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, this was also written at like 3am

notes: this is 4.5k words?? i feel like it could've been better though haha, BUT ALSO JAMIE SHAVED?? THE BEARD IS GONE??!!?!?! (but never forgotten <3)

You’ve known Henry for the majority of your life, or at least the half of your life that you remember. You had both been taken from your homes, your deaths faked while you were put under the care and control of a certain doctor and given new names, although they weren’t names. They were numbers. Yours was 002, Henry’s was 001.

When you first arrived at the lab, you were shaken up, you refused to talk to anybody or even interact with the other boy. However, you soon learnt that you had a lot more in common than you had hoped. You had powers, it explained why you could see glimpses into the future, predict things and guess what someone was thinking- although you knew now that it wasn’t guessing. It was all true. You had believed that in the first 9 years of your life that these things were all ‘in your head’, as your father told you when you asked him if he was seeing other women, cheating on your mother. You refused to believe there was something unique or special about you.

As the years passed, your powers grew stronger, and you also began to form a friendship with the other boy in the Lab, Henry. He was a year or 2 older than you, you never knew for sure. The first time he ever spoke to you was when he warned you about the Doctor tattooing you, he showed you his sore, red arm with 001 written in black ink. He told you to try to stay calm, he got punished for moving about in his seat when the pain got too much. You thanked him, and from that day he made a promise to himself- he promised he would keep you safe and that one day he would escape with you, so you could both live the life you deserved.

As more years went by, you and Henry continued to grow closer. More children also began to arrive at the lab, none of them were over the age of 6. Doctor Brenner ordered them to call him Papa, you and Henry had quite rightly refused to call him this. He began lessons, helping these children to use and build their powers, to grow them stronger. You and Henry would also attend these lessons, Brenner would often ask one of you to help the children, to give them advice- but most of them were only 5, they struggled to understand. This resulted in punishments, which you and Henry had to leave the room for.

As you got older, you realised your feelings towards Henry were more than what you should feel for friends. You had a crush on him. Upon realising this, you started to behave differently around him. You would blush when he felt the cut on your cheek, wishing his soft fingers would caress your cheek to pull you in for a kiss instead, or when you be alone with him in the Rainbow Room you would try to keep a little distance and appear engaged in an activity so he wouldn’t try talking to you, you would only stumble on your words as you spoke back.

He picked up pretty quickly that you liked him in this way, he couldn’t help it with his powers, could he? He could use and control his better than you could, meaning he could read your thoughts, whilst you struggled to read his. However, you liked it better like this, you knew that you and Henry would probably die in the lab before you could leave, meaning you’d rather spend your in-between years as friends and not risk the shame of rejection.

However, you needed to tell someone about this crush- it was driving you insane. Martha, the nurse, was the only person in this place you could trust, besides Henry, so you opened up to her one day when she was treating your most recent wounds before performing an overall health and wellness check as it was leading up to your 18th birthday. For your 16th birthday, you and Nurse Martha spent an afternoon in a sex education lesson, so you wondered what was in store for your 18th. Peter said nothing special happens, that it’s just like any other.

However, your 18th birthday was one to remember, it seemed even better than your 7th (which you could only vaguely remember, you received a dollhouse that you had been begging for all year). You spent the majority of the day in lessons with Brenner and other doctors and scientists, but the evening made up for the last 9 years you had spent in the Lab.

There was a knock on your door, you expected it to be Nurse Martha, but when you opened it you were met with…

“Henry?” You gasped, poking your head out the door to check the halls before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the room, “what are you doing? If you get caught you’ll-”

“If I get caught then at least it was for a good reason,” he smiles, pulling something out from under his black jumper, what had he been hiding? “Happy birthday.”

He handed it over to you, it was wrapped up in some tissue? A napkin?

“Cake?!” Your eyes widen, and then soften as you look up at Henry. You remembered from your years before the Lab that birthdays were usually celebrated with cake, yet Brenner never allowed it on birthdays. “Where did you get this from?” You ask, sitting down on your bed.

“Stole it from the kitchens, one of the ‘children’ caused a fire on the south side of the building today and the staff were made to evacuate.” He said, yet (for the first time) you knew what he was thinking, you knew he was lying.

“You started a fire? To get me some cake?” You chuckled in disbelief.

“Well, you deserved something to make you happy. I wish I could’ve gotten you a gift.” He said, looking down at his lap, you could tell he was thinking about something else, you couldn’t quite work out what it was.

“You can think of the cake as a gift!” You said, smiling as you picked at a bit of it before taking a bite, it was delicious. “Anyway I like spending time with you, and we don’t get to see each other as much as we used to.”

“That’s because we’re at different levels, y/n. I’ve known about my powers and how to use them since I was young, you only discovered them in there. Brenner doesn’t believe you’re as… powerful as I am, but I know you can prove him wrong, can’t you?” Henry’s eyes fell on you as he asked the question, you nodded your head, telling him you will prove him wrong, that you’ll make him feel stupid for ever thinking that way about you, to which Henry whispered a small “that’s my girl.”

“What did you say?” You asked, feeling the heat rush to your face.

“I didn’t say anything,” he smirked. You must have read his mind again. “Can I tell you something?” Henry asked.

“Of course.” You said, finishing the last bit of cake, folding the piece of tissue up and placing it on your drawers.

“Do you remember when you first arrived at this place? I was finally happy to have someone else with me, but you were too afraid to even talk to me. I spent years trying to get you to trust me, you may not have realised that, but I wanted to be your friend. Before I was brought here, I didn’t have any friends, I spent most of my time by myself and that’s how I wanted it to be, but it was just so lonely and cold here, I wished I spent my time differently. I knew it was too late by then, but then you arrived. I knew, given the situation, that you would most likely shy away from me, attempt to escape, but I wanted to try. I wanted to know that I at least tried to make a friend, but I feel like I’ve done more than that,” he said, placing his hand on your knee, “I’ve realised in these last months that I… like you. More than a friend should like a friend. And I won’t lie to you, I know you feel like this about me too, but I wished I would have heard it from your mouth rather than your thoughts,” he chuckled, his eyes coming up to meet yours.

“C-can you kiss me?” You ask, stupidly stumbling on your words as the feeling of his hand on your bare skin and his eyes looking into yours became too much.

“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek.

You were the first to lean in, needing to know if Henry’s lips were as soft as you imagined- and they were. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as his lips pressed into yours. He could taste cake from your lips, causing him to smile into the kiss before carefully pulling back. You didn’t want to stop, it took everything inside you not to pull him back.

“Thank you.” You whispered, watching as he quickly stood up, adjusting his clothes before grabbing the door handle.

“I should go now, so I don’t get in any more trouble with Brenner. But I hope we can do this again… soon.”

“Me too,” you smiled, still trying to process the fact that Henry had admitted he liked you back and kissed you in the space of 5 minutes, “I hope you get back safely. Good night, Henry.”

“Good night, love.”

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“002?” A knock at your door distracted you from the drawing you were working on, you placed the pencil down on your desk and made your way to your door, opening to be greeted with Nurse Martha, who had Henry by her side.

“Hello.” You chuckled nervously, “is everything okay?”

“Yes! I was asked by Doctor Brenner to collect you and 001 and to take you to his office, he would like to tell you both about his newest… project.”

“I’ll be two seconds,” you say, rushing over to your bed to grab your jumper, throwing it on to cover your tank top before returning the door, shutting it as you follow Martha and Henry down the halls.

You gave Henry a glance and in your mind you asked him ‘do you know what this is about?’, he then looked back over at you and shook his head, ‘no, he hasn’t said anything about a project.’

“Here we are,” Nurse Martha smiled as she knocked on the door to Brenner’s office, “don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” She said to you, patting your shoulder.

“Ah, thank you, Martha, I can take it from here.” Brenner said with a cold smile as he held his office door open, inviting you and Henry inside as the nurse turned around and headed back down the halls.

You and Henry sit down when instructed, on the chairs opposite the Doctor’s desk. He opened a cabinet, pulling out a folder and placing it in front of you and Henry as he sat at his desk.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” Brenner mused, opening up the folder, looking at the two of you as if you were supposed to know, but you both shook your head. “Over the years, I have worked with several doctors and scientists to try to find a way of combining both of your powers, seeing as the children here have only inherited percentages of your abilities from the testing we have done. But there may be a way to go about this that could potentially be successful, as you two are the oldest and possess the the most unique abilities-”

“What are you trying to say?” Henry asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Do you need to take more blood samples?”

Doctor Brenner thought about his next words carefully, not wanting to scare either of you off with his proposal. He folded his arms in front of him on the desk and leaned forward.

“To put it simply, we want you two to begin the next generation, to reproduce, to-”

You interrupted him by choking on air as you finally realised what he meant. He wanted you and Henry to have a child together, in hopes that this child will inherit both of your powers and abilities.

“And when do you want this to happen?” Henry asked, his voice avoiding any signs of emotion as he looked into the eyes of the Doctor.

“Nurse Martha has been tracking 002’s menstrual cycle, and this week would be perfect for successful conception. Maybe even today?” Brenner said with a joyous smile. Of course he’d be happy, he won’t be the one to carry this damned baby for nine months. “So, is that okay with you?” He asked, as if you and Henry had a choice.

“Yes, Doctor.” You replied in unison.

“Wonderful!” He clasped his hands together, “you may do… it… in either of your rooms, we haven’t got any spare rooms at the moment- and I believe it may be helpful to have some sort of comfort.” He said before walking over to the office door, holding it open for the two of you.

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You and Henry walked in silence, you had non-verbally decided to go to your room- or at least that is where you were both heading. The silence between the two of you was unbearable, you needed to say something-

“So, you are definitely comfortable with this, right?” Henry asked, his fingertips brushing against yours as you walked side by side.

“I guess so, we can’t risk saying no-”

“If you don’t want to do this then we won’t.” Henry stated, confidently.

You thought for a moment, you wanted to do it, you wanted to feel Henry close to you like this, it’s what your body has been aching for for the last month- when he would send a small smirk your way when he caught your eye you would feel your lower half tingling, when he would place his hands on your waist as he moved past you when you were sent to retrieve something from the cramped storage cupboard you wanted nothing more than to push yourself up against him, when he-

“I’ll take that as you being okay with this then?” He smirked, wiping the small drip of blood from his nose. Bastard. Your thoughts were private!

“Yeah,” you smiled, finally arriving at your room. You took a deep breath before opening your door. Henry followed you in and carefully shut the door behind him. “So, how do you want to do this?”

Henry gave you a gentle smile as he slowly moved closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek like it had done a few weeks ago, when he had kissed you on your birthday. He leaned down slowly, your noses brushing as your lips touched. You run your fingers through his hair before pulling him closer, catching his lips in a sloppy, clearly inexperienced kiss.

His free hand rested on your hip, pulling your body closer to his, so close you could feel heat radiating from him. He kissed you hungrily, like this was his last chance to show you how much you mean to him, even if he can’t properly tell you.

He moved his hands to the bottom of your jumper, tugging on it, ‘let me take it off’.

And you allowed him, breaking free from the kiss for a mere 5 seconds made you feel empty, cold, like a piece of a puzzle was missing, but when Henry had taken your jumper off and let it drop to the floor, his lips crashed into yours once more.

‘Your turn’, you told him. You loved how you could communicate with his like this, not having to take your lips off of each other to speak.

Your hands fumbled about as you found the bottom of his jumper, beginning to lift it up. He took over, breaking the kiss once more as he dropped it to the floor, now lying in a pile with yours. His hands now played with the waistband of your grey joggers as he gave you a puzzling look- a look full of lust, desire, want, but also love. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and began to drag them down your hips.

“Henry,” you whispered. He stopped immediately and looked at you, scanning your face for any signs of fear. “I just… I wanted to tell you… I don’t know how to do this.” You admit, your face flushing a deep red.

“Neither do I,” he tells you, “why don’t we figure it out together, hm?” He raises his eyebrows, continuing to pull your joggers down, slowly revealing your underwear.

“Okay.” You say, smiling as you stand awkwardly, not knowing what to do with your hands as he undresses you.

When the material pools at your feet, you step out it, now left in your underwear, bra and a thin tank top. Henry was still fully dressed. He caught on quickly and rid himself of his t-shirt, letting that fall on to the pile of discarded clothes that lay on the floor. His hands moved down to push his joggers down his legs, leaving him in just his white boxers. You took that as a sign and removed your top, leaving you in your white bra and panties.

“You’re beautiful.” Henry said, looking at your body, “I never thought something could be so beautiful.”

“So are you.” You said, placing your hand on his chest, noticing the scars on his skin that were undoubtedly caused by a certain doctor. “What do we do next?”

“...we get naked.” Henry said, his hand coming up to play with your bra strap, “is that okay?”

“That’s okay.” You tell him.

‘Can I take this off?’ he asks you, his eyes finding yours as you nod your head. His hands slide around you, to your back to find the clasp of your bra. He immediately notices that this would be more difficult than expected, so he gets you to turn around, with your back facing him.

He easily unclasped your bra, carefully sliding the straps off of your arms before taking the material and letting it fall on the floor.

He could feel his blood rushing down to his cock as he thinks about how you’re standing braless in front of him. He tells himself not to worry about what you would think as you turn back around to see him hard through his boxers, that was meant to happen, that’s what needs to happen, right?

“You can turn around now.” Henry says, swallowing thickly.

Your hands cover your boobs as you turn back around to face him, but he quickly removes them, telling you not to be shy. Then your eyes finally catch what was between his thighs.

“Henry… is that…?” Your eyes were full of curiosity as you stared at his erection.

“Yes, I expect you’ve never seen one like this before.” He says, you shake your head.

“I’ve only seen what was in t-the anatomy books.” You tell him, and he smiles softly. He feels like he has a slight advantage here, having heard his classmates at school talk about sex all the time, he felt repulsed by it- but that was before he met you.

He finally takes off his boxers, you watch carefully as his cock leaks precum, your hand unexpectedly reaching to wipe it off with a finger, causing Henry’s breath to hitch.

“Can I?” You ask him, ‘can I make you feel good?’

Henry nods his head, taking your hand in his and wrapping your fingers around his length before guiding it up and down at an achingly slow pace. He bites his lip, holding back a groan from escaping his lips as you quicken the pace.

“S-stop,” he warns you, “I want the first time I cum to be with you.”

You nod your head and remove your hand, not knowing what his words meant.

“Can I make you feel good?” He asks, hooking a finger into the waistband of your underwear.

“Please…” You whimper, “when I’m with you I feel things down there, what does that mean, Henry?” You ask.

“It means you need my fingers, darling.” He whispers, pushing your last remaining garment down and off of your body, revealing your cunt to him. “Fuck…” he groans, getting down on to his knees to look at you closer, he had never seen this part of the female body up close before.

He dips a finger into you, delighted to find you were already wet for him. He moved his finger up along your slit, searching for your clit. He knew that would make you feel good, and he was desperate to hear you moan for him.

“Oh my-” Your knees buckle when his finger grazes over the nub, he smirks, replacing his finger with his thumb as he rubs circles where you needed him.

He continues to examine you, two fingers from his other hand spread your folds apart and he watches you pulse, a sign that you wanted more.

He stands back up and removes his hands from you, placing one on your waist.

“Lie down,” he tells you, guiding you backwards towards the bed.

You lay down, your head against the pillows, your arms by your head and your legs spread slightly. He was happy to see you were comfortable around him.

He follows you, kneeling between your legs, spreading them a tiny bit further. He brings his hand back to your heat, teasing your entrance with his fingertip.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He says, sliding his index finger into you slowly, earning a pleasured gasp from you. “Does that feel good?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he eases it back out before pushing back in. He believes you were ready for a second one to follow, so his thumb rubs your clit as he slides his middle finger in too.

“Feels too good, Henry.” You moan, a lazy smile on your lips as you look up at him.

He replies with a satisfied ‘hm’ as he continues his actions. He feels the way your walls pulse around his fingers, and basically hears your heart pounding in your chest, he knows you’re close.

Slowly, he stops what he was doing, leaning down to pepper kisses on your thighs, even placing a delicate kiss over your clit.

“I think you’re ready now, sweetheart.” He says, moving up a little on the bed so your hips were in line with his.

“Okay.” You say, not knowing what he thought you were ready for, but agreeing anyway.

He took his cock and swiped off the precum that had leaked from the tip and swiped it over your clit, making your hips shuffle as he lined himself up with you, slowly inching his cock inside of you.

The pain was hot and red, it took you by surprise and you found yourself clawing at the bedsheets. Henry noticed this and took your hands in his, moving them to his back. You didn’t want to hurt him but as he pushed in further, your nails began to dig into his skin, sure to draw blood.

“You’re doing so well.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Does it hurt?” He asked, although he knew the answer before you nodded your head.

When he was fully inside you, you let out a whimper. You had never realised you could feel this way before, so full. You loved it.

He didn’t move for a few moments, until he felt you were ready, when you caught your breath and your walls stopped clamping around him. That was when he began to gently rock his hips, thrusting in and out of you.

Sweat beaded on Henry’s forehead as he tried his best to hold himself back from rutting into you at a faster pace, but as your legs wrapped around his waist, he began to quicken his pace.

“Oh my… Henry, faster!” You panted.

He did as you said, not holding back anymore. After weeks of wanting nothing more than this moment, Henry couldn’t believe what was happening. Surely this wasn’t real- but as your nails clawed at his back, he knew it most definitely was real.

“I love you.” The words slipped from Henry’s lips and caught you by surprise. You didn’t say anything, not knowing what to say. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, your lips crashing into his.

You suddenly became aware of how he felt inside you, the spots he hit deep inside your body that you would have never known were there, but especially how good it felt.

“Henry… I feel something… In my tummy-”

“Let it go, darling.” He said, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, just below your belly button, and pushing down. The pressure resulted in even more pleasure, you felt so good, you never wanted this feeling to leave.

Suddenly, a white wave of ecstasy crashed over you, spreading through your whole body. You almost felt euphoric.

“Gonna… gonna cum inside you- fuck!” He groaned, his thrusts growing slower and sloppier, and then you felt something hot rush inside of you.

Henry remained above you, his arms placed either side of your body to support him. He was trying to catch his breath before he stood back up and continued with his day- but you pulled him down, making him put all his weight onto you.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you as you both came down from your highs, worried that if you let go of him, he would leave and you would never speak about this again.

When you realised he was still inside of you, your walls involuntarily clenched around him again, causing him to groan into the crook of your neck. You whispered a soft apology before you ran your fingers through his soft hair.

“I love you too.” You finally confessed.

He lifted his head up, giving you a smile before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Our baby isn’t going to grow up inside this place,” Henry told you, “I have a plan, I’m going to escape- and I’m going to take you with me.”

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