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sunflower-lilac42 · 5 months

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | connor bedard ♔

summary: after a blackhawks win, connor shows up at his girlfriend's apartment like every other game night.

warnings: celebrating christmas too early

notes: ah my first connor fic. i love him so much. justic for connor fr.

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Dating the first overall pick was an experience, to say the least. Y/n and Connor had been dating since they were sixteen and she was by his side every step of the way through his hockey career.

When they knew where Connor was going to be drafted, the two of them got this sinking feeling in their stomachs. They didn’t want to do long distance, it would be too hard on both of them. However, there was something that y/n never told Connor.

She applied to the University of Illinois-Chicago on a whim. She didn’t think she would get in, so she didn’t see the point in telling her boyfriend about it. Yet, when she got her acceptance letter, she was troubled. She had never seen the campus, knew nothing about Chicago in general, she didn’t know what classes she would have to take.

But, when she thought about the other schools she had looked at, none of them even compared to being just down the street from where Connor would be every day that he wasn’t on a road trip. None of them were worth being so far away from her boyfriend.

A week after she got her letter she sat Connor down to talk. Connor didn’t like the way y/n sounded when she said, ‘I need to talk to you’.

✧༺✎༻∞

“Con, I need to talk to you.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed and sat down on y/n’s couch holding her hand as y/n looked around anxiously.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What, no, of course not. There’s just something I have been keeping from you.”

“I don’t know if I should be relieved or more nervous now.”

Y/n laughed nervously, “No, uh. You know how we were talking about how we didn’t want to do long distance?”

“Yeah?”

“We might not have to.” Y/n handed the envelope to her boyfriend and watched his reaction nervously.

Connor had a confused look on his face as he looked at his girlfriend and then at the envelope. He opened and his face was met with the UIC causing him even more confusion.

“You applied to Chicago?” Y/n just nodded her head and urged him to keep reading.

He only had to scan a few lines before he was standing up and looking at the girl, “You got in?”

“Mhm.” Before he celebrated he contemplated the situation. He didn’t want her to move to Chicago just because he was going to be there. He loved her yes and he wanted her to be there, but he didn’t want her to give up her life for him.

“But what about-”

“‘But what about’ nothing, Connor. I love you and I want to be with you. And if that means going to Chicago with you, I will. Chicago has something no other school doesn’t.”

“What?”

“You, you big dope.”

✧༺✎༻∞

Connor was forever grateful that she kept that secret from him. If he knew that she applied to UIC and didn’t get in, he would be devastated. However, there were ups and downs to being there in Chicago. Connor rarely saw y/n despite her being just down the street from the UC.

Any time he had an off day, she would have class and anytime she didn’t have class, he would have practice or a game. It was the luck of the draw when they got to be with each other. At points in time, they both thought it would’ve been better if they just stayed in their respective cities.

Overall, those cons were outweighed by the pros. When Connor had a rough day he could literally walk to her apartment to the UC, though he never did. And when y/n had her rough days, she would call Connor and they could be at each other's places within minutes. Though most days when they had a night game, or any game really, Connor ended up staying at her apartment.

That was what happened tonight. Y/n was watching the game from her apartment, she had lucked out with only getting one roommate and she had gone home for the break. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and y/n didn’t particularly want to go home, spending time with Connor was enough for her.

They had played the Leafs and Kevin scored the overtime goal with an assist from Connor. She had cheered so loudly that she was glad that almost everyone had gone home for the break. She watched post-game live including the interviews and everything that went along with it. When it was done, she turned on the Vancouver game as background noise while she added some food for her and Connor along with some cookies for later.

She truly had no way of knowing when and if Connor was coming back tonight, but she knew him. She sort of blacked out from the end of the game to when Connor came in through the door, causing her to jump when she heard the sound of his bag against the floor.

“Hey, Con.”

“Hi.” He took off his suit jacket and his hat, his cheeks rosy from the of Chicago.

“Thought you guys would be celebrating.” Y/n turned around from where she was stirring at the stove.

“They offered but cuddling with you was much more tempting.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his head onto her shoulder, “Whatcha making?”

“Soup and I went out and got a bunch of stuffing, because why not.”

“Thank you.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek, “Always.”

Connor went to shower and change as she finished making their food. The two sat and ate dinner while watching the game, talking about whatever came to mind. Connor was going to go shopping with her tomorrow even though Black Friday was today. They were going to buy Christmas decorations so they could decorate her room and apart of the main area of the apartment.

When they were done and the game was done, they climbed under the covers of her bed, Connor wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“You’re OT goal assist. Con that was amazing.”

Connor shrugged and tightened his hold.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And that’s how almost every game night is spent for Connor and y/n. Those nights were their favorite.

#sunny lune writes #hockey #nhl #chicago blackhawks #chicago #blackhawks #nhl blackhawks #connor bedard #connor bedard x reader #cb98

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dontbelasagnax · 2 months

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Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

…

How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

#hope this helps!!!#(yes i did put my teaching hat on and break out my sketchbook to draw examples the moment i saw this in my inbox 😂)#ask box #lasagna rambles #my art #codywan

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kolyasupremanxy · 1 year

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Request: dazai x reader who is the opposite of him in every way possible (aka mentally stable and very very very introverted)

Can be fluff or angst or anything you want

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞<3

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff ( ? ) , romance

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐀/𝐧: I'm back fr💀 sorry for the wait!

Dazai is constantly amazed by your ability to stay calm and composed in any situation. You could be surrounded by a group of angry yakuza members and still maintain your poker face while Dazai is busy making jokes and trying to talk his way out of trouble.

Dazai loves to drag you out of your introverted shell and into the spotlight, whether it's by forcing you to go to a crowded party or making you perform karaoke in front of a bar full of people. You always resist at first, but secretly enjoy the rush of adrenaline it gives you.

Despite your vastly different personalities, you and Dazai have a deep understanding of each other. You're the calm to his chaos, and he's the light to your darkness.

Dazai loves to make you laugh, but sometimes his jokes can be a little too much for your introverted sensibilities. He once convinced you to join him on a rollercoaster, only for you to spend the entire ride gripping the safety bar with white knuckles while Dazai laughed maniacally.

You often find yourself wondering how Dazai can be so flirty and outgoing, while you struggle to make small talk with strangers. But Dazai assures you that he secretly envies your ability to be content with quiet moments and solitude.

You're not a big fan of Dazai's love for dramatics and theatrics, but you secretly enjoy watching him put on a show. You once caught him practicing his dramatic monologues in front of a mirror, and couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Dazai loves to surprise you with spontaneous adventures, but sometimes his ideas can be a little too wild for your taste. One time he convinced you to go bungee jumping, and you spent the entire time screaming and regretting your decision.

Dazai is always amazed by your ability to listen and understand people on a deeper level. While he often jokes about his own emotional instability, he secretly admires your emotional intelligence and empathy.

Despite being polar opposites, you and Dazai have a strong connection that transcends your differences. You often find yourself gravitating towards each other, even when you're in a room full of people.

Dazai loves to push your boundaries, but he always respects your boundaries and never forces you to do anything you're not comfortable with. You once caught him trying to sneak you into a crowded party, but he quickly backed off when you told him you weren't feeling up to it.

You're not a big fan of Dazai's constant need for attention, but you secretly enjoy the way he brings out your more adventurous side. You once convinced him to go on a quiet nature walk with you, and he ended up having the time of his life.

Despite being opposites in every way, you and Dazai have a unique and special relationship. You complement each other in ways that no one else could, and you both bring out the best in each other (even if Dazai's definition of "best" is a little questionable at times).

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Dazai and you were sitting in the agency's office, working on paperwork. You had your head down, intently focused on the task at hand, while Dazai was lazily doodling on his own papers. You couldn't help but notice how different the two of you were. While Dazai was always cracking jokes and making sarcastic comments, you preferred to keep to yourself and avoid drawing attention to yourself.

Suddenly, Dazai let out a loud chuckle, causing you to jump in your seat. "What's so funny?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dazai looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I was just thinking about how different we are," he said with a grin. "I mean, you're all quiet and introverted, while I'm over here making jokes and flirting with anything that moves."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, we're pretty much opposites," you agreed.

Dazai leaned closer to you, his grin turning mischievous. "But you know what they say, opposites attract," he said, winking at you.

You couldn't help but blush at Dazai's flirtatious comment, but you quickly regained your composure. "I highly doubt that," you said with a small smile.

Dazai chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "We'll see about that," he said with a smirk. "I have a feeling I can charm even the most introverted of souls."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn't deny the warmth that spread through your chest at Dazai's words.

Dazai continued to tease you throughout the day, making little jokes and comments here and there about your quiet nature. You tried your best to ignore him and focus on your work, but every time he made a comment, it made your heart race just a little bit faster.

As the day went on, Dazai seemed to be getting bolder with his teasing. He would lean in close to you when he spoke, his breath warm against your skin. He would make suggestive comments about how quiet you were in bed, or how he bet he could make you scream if he really tried.

You would always roll your eyes or give him a sharp retort, but secretly, you couldn't help but feel a little bit flustered by his teasing. It was like he was trying to get a rise out of you, to see just how much he could push your buttons.

Finally, after a particularly suggestive comment from Dazai, you couldn't take it anymore. You turned to him, your face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. "What's your deal, Dazai?" you asked, your voice slightly shaking.

Dazai's smirk widened as he leaned even closer to you. "My deal? Why, nothing at all, my dear," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I just can't resist teasing someone as cute and introverted as you."

You scoffed, trying to hide the fact that his words had sent a shiver down your spine. "You're impossible," you muttered, turning back to your work.

Dazai chuckled, leaning back in his chair once again. "Oh, come on now, don't be like that," he said, still grinning. "I'm just having a bit of fun. And who knows, maybe one day you'll even start to enjoy it."

You rolled your eyes, but secretly, you couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Maybe, just maybe, there was a part of you that enjoyed the way he teased you, the way he pushed your boundaries and made you feel things you never thought you would feel.

As you continued to work side by side with Dazai, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe being opposites wasn't so bad after all.

Do Not Copy or Plagiarize Any of My Works. Reblogs Are Very Appreciated.

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lottiecrabie · 6 months

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i said i would set this blog on fireeee fr

TDAB BLURB. maybe alana is pissing him off and he ties her up? like in part one she left him tied up in his bed, i feel like he would still have that in the back of his brain even though he already got revenge. and this time she finally breaks him enough for him to just snap … ✋🏻

(if tdab has 1 fan. it’s me.)

anything for sweet molly

alana knows she was asking for it; teasing him and riling him up and hitting on one of his mates. played her cards just right to see that furious dash between his eyebrows, reveled for a short while in her hold on him. if only that, at least she knew how to grip his heart with anger and lust like no one else.

now she lays naked on his bed, tied to the bedframe with his belt, staring at him as he sits on a chair and strokes himself.

it’s a beautiful sight. hard cock leaking, hips jumping into his fist after a good stroke, low pants and groans spilling from his lips. matty watches her shamelessly, devouring every inch of her uncovered skin. touching himself to her.

‘arch your back, darling,’ matty bites. the tone draws shivers down her spine. ‘want to see your tits.’

there’s always that incessant instinct to disobey, to bite and claw and cut until she wins. the instinct he has to tame out of her, get her putty and needy enough she accepts to soothe, to please.

she doesn’t arch her back. she’d have cut off her tits if it meant he wouldn’t get what he wants.

matty tsks. ‘you don’t want to try me. i’m in a mood.’ his thumb swipes over his tip. alana moans in his place.

‘imagine actually being the one tied up.’

‘i can quite well.’ she flushes. well, maybe she’s in no position to pout. ‘come touch them,’ alana says, changing tactics.

matty shakes his head. ‘this isn’t about you. you’re just the show.’ she groans, sick desire pooling in her stomach and dripping out of her. she likes the way he looks, like she’s just there for this pleasure. the way he jerks himself, quicker, faster.

alana kicks her legs, trying to get some friction. he huffs, standing up, pressing into her hip. ‘you never listen, do you?’

‘no.’

‘fine,’ matty whispers, and worry digs in her guts. she tilts her head up, watching as he opens a known drawer and digs out her favorite vibrator. she moans, parting her legs.

matty lights it up at the highest setting, placing it on her sensitive clit. she jumps, moaning at the vibrating sensation. pleasure prickles her toes.

‘there, baby,’ he whispers. ‘you win.’ he says it condescendingly, like speaking to a child, like humoring her. she doesn’t like the sound of it, only because it strikes in her most shameful desires.

matty sits back and watches as she gets closer and closer to the edge, and then comes. and comes. and comes.

she’s starting to lose count, starting to regret that trouble mouth of hers. pleasure mixes with pain, overwhelming her. she’s crying, she thinks, or maybe just sweating. every body part shakes. his name is the only thing she knows.

matty is still lazily stroking himself, trying not to come by maintaining a slow, gentle pace. he takes in every tremor, every scream, every tear. his eyes shine with amusement. with desire.

she senses that the words want to bubble out of her. she hates that he doesn’t even ask, that he lets her do the first move.

‘matty,’ alana says, and it’s out like a moan. ‘please. i can’t— it’s too much.’

he pouts. ‘but you wanted to be touched. you wanted to come.’ she whines, closing her eyes as a new orgasm builds inside of her. ‘was all bratty about it. are you regretting it?’

‘yes,’ she screams before she even thinks. ‘you were right. i’m sorry.’

matty hums, standing up. she stares at his hard leaking cock, licking her lips. ‘well, you are being very good for me now.’ alana nods furiously. his hand wraps around the vibrator. ‘though, just to be sure, right?’

he slips the toy inside of her. alana’s back arches from the bed, a yell shaking out of her. he pumps it inside of her lazily, finding the spot, and then she’s coming for him again.

she only manages to catch her breath because he slides it out of her immediately. ‘lesson learned, darling?’

‘i’m sorry,’ she cries. ‘i’ll be good.’

‘yes, you will,’ he coos. matty shuts the vibrator entirely and a sigh of relief leaves alana. it’s shortlived; he brushes the wet toy against her lips. she opens without thinking, dutiful, and he slips it inside her mouth. ‘can’t be naughty if you can’t talk.’

alana drools out a response. he grins, then slides his cock inside of her.

she screams around the toy. licks at plastic, moaning his name and swears, though it all catches in her throat. matty fucks her furiously. he’s teased himself enough.

it takes no time before she’s coming, head rolling back. black fills alana’s vision. she tugs at her restraints, leather biting skin.

matty is soon behind. he thrusts out in time, kneeling above her chest and pulling the toy out just to come in her open mouth. it lands on her tongue and she stays there, waiting for him to be satisfied.

‘swallow.’ alana does.

matty kisses her wrists when he unties her. the red marks linger until the next day when she slips out without a word.

#idk how to explain myself #to dust and bones #smut #blurb #ask #matty healy smut

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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going a wee bit insane over the thought of forced ballroom dancing. ayato is my prime candidate for this, thinking about him forcing poor reader to waltz with him (with the threat of punishment hanging over their head for every time they mess up), but the harbingers are up there as well… the tsaritsa holding a ball and pantalone (or childe) dragging his newest "pet" with him, hands dipping lower than what’s considered proper as the dance goes on, but no one daring to say anything… i’m frothing at the mouth fr ahsldjlajdkdj

oh . . . oh i am THINKING, anon

cw: yandere behaviour, abuse, suggestive (especially childe's), death (in childe's, not of reader), violence (in childe's, not of reader), childe should be his own warning i guess.

characters featured: ayato, diluc, childe, pantalone

ayato is as princely as they come; and you are more than aware that, in such occasions as this, you are the envy of every other person with no ring on their finger. ayato kisses your hand, his thumb trailing over your wedding ring - your bonds, your chains - and leads you out to the floor to open the dancing, as is his right.

"your dancing has improved," he says, with only the lightest smile at the corner of his lips. it goes unspoken it has improved because the last time you had failed to keep up with ayato's waltz, he had made you practise with thoma until you had collapsed in the housekeeper's arms, faint and exhausted and aching.

"i'm glad you've noticed, my lord," you say, softly, your eyes fixed on ayato's chest instead of up at those pale violet eyes that are capable of more cruelties than anyone in this room would ever suspect. you see the twitch of his lips; the mole beneath his mouth, the proud chin, every feature you often wish you could never see again.

"perhaps i should make you practise with thoma more often," he says, smiling, his gloved hand resting just a little too low on your waist.

(nobody will say anything; the commissioner is in love with his sweet little spouse, after all. how darling, that the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase--)

he spins you, laughing when he pulls you back. you can see thoma at the side of the room, smiling, his eyebrows drawn in in the merest suggestion of anxiety. he looks at you like he wants to take you away from all of this.

ayato's eyes follow your gaze. his hands become iron chains.

"perhaps not, after all," he says. "i do not like to share my toys."

you cannot deny diluc ragnvindr a dance, when he comes to you. you want to, of course - the dawn winery tycoon has frightened you for months now, with intense crimson eyes and his awkward stance, with his gruff low voice and his habit of showing up wherever you are. you are unsettled by his presence.

even if it were not his ball - even if it were not his winery walls you were currently ensconced in, dressed in soft blues as far away from the colour of diluc's eyes as you can manage - you could not deny him. not when your family are all of a-twitter on the other side of the room. a husband like diluc, after all, would be the greatest of coups--

and you have been raised to be polite.

"of course, master diluc," you say, with a pasted on smile. his hands are so warm, even through his gloves, as he brings you out onto the floor - and then, finds a shadowy corner to place his hands urgently on your waist. it is perfectly proper - diluc is never anything but - and yet, it leaves you unsettled.

heat soaks through your bodice and through his gloves, his hands feeling like the desperate clutch of claws upon you. the shadows ripple about your feet. diluc does not like to be the centre of attention, you know - but you still do not feel comfortable, amongst the darkness of the night with him.

the string quartet draw to a close. you can see, from your position, several other likely candidates for dances - captain kaeya, in blues that would match your gown. albedo, the knights of favonius chief alchemist, who you know from other balls will hold you at exactly the right distance and pressure. acting grand master jean, who always needs a moment to relax and let her guard down at such parties--

but diluc's grip does not falter.

"another dance," he says to you, voice stilted- and it is not a question.

childe does not care about a single one of the scandalised looks when he drags you to the centre of the fray - and you have learnt better than to argue against the eleventh fatui harbinger, who thinks that you are cutest when you are spitting blood and vitriol at him, and you're certain would welcome you to make this party a little more interesting.

there are still flecks of blood on your face, from the fatui grunt whomst your harbinger had decided had left his gaze lingering on your exposed shoulders too long - but they are nothing compared to the blood staining childe's hands, the wild light in his eyes, or the fact that there is still a dagger at his hip. he is far from the only person here with a weapon on him - but he is the only one with it so on display, still shimmering dripping scarlet on the white marble floor of the palace.

"dance with me," childe says to you, his grin wide, his eyes still the colour of the darkest night-time sky from his furious pleasure at the events that occurred before he even got to this party. and so you do - and so you let childe drag you against him, let hands roam all over your body, let him dip his head down and kiss you in a clash of tongues and teeth.

disapproval radiates from almost every person in the room, but such things have never stopped childe.

"dancing should be like fighting," he says to you, with a particularly hard nip to your lower lip. he breathes in, hot and wanting. his hands slide past your waist and cup your ass, dragging you closer against him so you can feel the stiff heat of him through his trousers. "fighting should be like fucking. and so it stands to reason that dancing should be like fucking, and fucking should be like fighting, doesn't it?"

you swallow.

"perhaps not in front of everyone," you try and say - but childe just laughs again, wild and free and uncaring, and whirls you away in a furious move that does not at all match the waltz pace that the musicians have set.

"and why not?" he says to you, glittering dangerously, as fear and cold ice crawl up your spine. "don't worry. if anyone looks at you when i fuck you, i'll carve their eyes out."

it would not be a romantic threat in any circumstance; but for childe, it is all the worse, because you know that he means it.

this what you must understand; you belong to pantalone. and he never lets you forget it; that he found you in the gutter and prised you out of it himself, seeing in you something that could be made to glitter. you owe him - and not just for the glittering jewels about your throat, but for the cleanliness of your hair and the newfound straightness to your bearing. for him making you his galatea; perfect and adored, polished to a shine, and utterly and completely his.

so when he brings you out to the ballroom floor, gentlemanly as ever, soft sighs take the audience as they watch - as they think on your former place in life, and how you have been raised above it. pantalone smiles down at you, his grip on your waist bruising, as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear.

"don't forget your place," he murmurs, his gloved fingers skimming your spine. "don't forget how easily i could take it all away from you."

he is not wild and free; pantalone does everything with a slow consideration, a careful weighing up of options. you are his precisely because you had no other options, and you are thoroughly trapped in his net. abandon pantalone, and abandon luxury and safety and warmth and respect, sleep in the gutter and freeze to death and have those same people who look at you now starry-eyed avoid meeting your haunted gaze lest they catch that most despicable of all ills, poverty--

when pantalone tips your chin up to pull you into a kiss, you know that your only option is to kiss him back like you mean it.

#drabble #these were supposed to be hcs and yet #yandere for ts #dark content for ts #genshin impact posting #pantalone x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #violence for ts #not sfw text #writing

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crazychaoticizzy · 10 months

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French Girl

note: this is a birthday present for my friend I hope you enjoy <3

The poor boy from France that you'd run into on the ship had caught your attention, and you can't help but ask him to portray you the way he sees you.

WARNINGS: Titanic AU kinda, Fem!reader, fluff, nudity, suggestive but not explicit

Word Count: 3.1k

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As you flip through the somewhat erotic sketches in the notebook you hold, you can't help but think about the hands that drew them.

The fact that being seen with him could completely ruin your reputation was the last thing on your mind as your fingers gently graze the edges of the pages, carefully admiring every detail in each drawing.

“You drew all these?” you ask, looking up at him.

Jean smiles, his eyes moving from your face to his notebook, and nods. “Yeah, all of ‘em.” His voice has an accent that yours doesn’t have, and you can’t decide if it’s because of the language he uses or something else. “Turns out lots o’ dancers in France are willin’ to drop their panties for me.”

Your jaw drops at his crude words, which makes Jean laugh. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees at he looks at his own drawings. The movement makes your kneecaps touch, and you find yourself subconsciously crossing your legs.

“Nah, m’just kidding. Well, mostly, anyway.” Another chuckle slips from his lips when he notices your slightly widened eyes. He gently grabs the notebook from your lap, flipping through the pages.

“Like this one,” he said, turning it to show you. It was a charcoal drawing of a woman and a man sitting at a table, the woman wearing an eyepatch and the man missing two fingers. “I approached ‘em in a pub one day and asked if I could draw them. The lady—well, they actually didn’t identify as a man or woman, they told me, but their name was Hange—seemed a lot more enthusiastic about it than Levi, the man. Anyway, they told me about their time in the military as I drew ‘em.”

You nod along to his words as you take the notebook back in your hands and admire the drawing. Even though your eyes are distracted you hold onto every word he says.

Upon further inspection, you notice the man’s right eye was white, barely a hint of an iris in the drawing.

“They both lost an eye while serving,” Jean continues, noticing how you seem to focus on that small detail. “Hange lost their’s completely, I’m pretty sure, and Levi went blind in his right.”

“I wonder what happened,” you softly muse.

Jean shrugged. “They didn’t really give details about their injuries, they really only told me about their dead comrades and training and such. Actually, their commander was someone I’ve drawn before—can I?”

You nod, handing him the notebook so he could flip through a couple more pages.

“They saw the drawing while I was looking for a clean page and asked about it. His name was Erwin Smith, and he was the thirteenth commander in their survey corps. Hange told me they were the fourteenth after him, and they passed it on to some blond boy named Armin before retiring. I think Armin is on this boat, actually.”

Jean turns the book back to you in the middle of his small rant, showing a blond man with thick eyebrows. You noticed that instead of a head shot like the other drawings, it was a full body portrait to show that he was missing his right arm.

“They spoke the world of him. It seemed like the three of them were incredibly close.”

Jean sounds sad talking about them, almost like he knew the ins and outs of their relationship personally. He might have, you suppose, because it seemed strangers spilled their hearts and souls to him during one single conversation.

“Are the first two a couple?” you ask.

Jean shrugs, handing you the notebook again so you can continue flipping through it. “Dunno. They seemed really close and like they trusted each other with everything they had, but never mentioned bein’ together.”

You nodded, flipping through more drawings. There were multiple of a young boy with dark hair and freckles throughout the journal, all dated very close to each other until you stopped seeing them. He must have been close to Jean, but you don’t ask about it since the last drawing of him was done years ago and seems unfinished.

“So, those French girls. Is there a reason they…” you paused, hesitating to repeat his earlier words. “You know.”

“Dropped their panties for me?” He smirks cheekily at you as you bite the inside of your cheek, nodding. “Nah, don’t think so. Though I do think they thought I would pay them back with something more erotic than what they got.”

“You drew a lot of dancers,” you comment as you flip through, noticing two or three drawings of naked women on each page.

“Jealous I’ve seen naked women before?” Jean teases, lightly nudging your knee with his.

Your lips tighten as you fight the urge to smile. “No, it was merely an observation.”

Jean laughs. “I was just teasin’. But they make for good anatomy practice. They can bend their body any way they want and stay for extended periods of time. They’re the perfect people to draw for practice.”

“And they have to be… bare?”

Jean shrugs. “Well it’s more difficult to draw bodies with all those bulky clothes they wear.”

You make an O shape with your mouth, unable to decide if he’s telling the truth or simply teasing you again.

It’s silent as you continue flipping through the pages, the soft ocean breeze being the only sound between you and Jean as he watches you.

You notice a black-haired woman appear multiple times throughout the notebook. She has short hair that frames her face perfectly, and there’s a mark just below one of her steel gray eyes.

“You liked this one,” you note, reading the small writing at the bottom of one of the pages. “Mikasa Ackerman. She’s very pretty.”

“What makes you say I liked her?” Jean asks.

“You drew her quite a lot.” Jean hums, but doesn’t say anything in response. “I believe there might have been something going on.”

You smile. You don’t turn to see, but you can feel Jean’s expression change as he continuously denies your claim.

“No, no, we were just friends. She was always at the dance studio when I went, so I was just always drawing her.” His cheeks are pink though, and when you turn to look at him he puts his hand over the bottom half of his face.

You hum condescendingly, turning back to the pages. “She was very pretty. I wouldn’t be surprised if at some point you developed feelings for her.”

“Yeah, she was.” Jean’s voice is soft, a whisper, almost. You keep your head down but glance at him, noting the way he fondly looks at the drawings.

“You did like her, didn’t you?” It’s not an accusation, and you don’t mean it to be. You make sure your voice is gentle when you say it, coaxing him to tell you more.

He’s still for a moment before he gives a single nod. “Yeah, I did.”

You can’t tell why his accent changes, but the way he said I sounded more like ah. You assume it might be due to him having been all over the world, and make a note to ask him about it another time.

“I eventually realized we would never happen. She was too high class for me.” Jean doesn’t sound sad about it, in fact he talks about it as if it’s a nostalgic memory for him.

“Just like I’m too high class for you?” The words slip from your mouth without thinking, and you immediately shut your mouth. But now that you’d said it, you realize that you’re right. You shouldn’t be seen with him. The blow that could do to your family, the rumors it could start. If the wrong person saw this it would be a one way ticket to poverty for your family.

Jean purses his lips. “Yeah. Jus’ like you.”

You softly nod, closing the notebook and handing it back to him. “Thank you for allowing me to see your artwork, Mister Kirstein.”

“It’s just Jean,” he said, grabbing his notebook and standing up with you. He tucks the leather bound book under his arm, bowing his head slightly. “Someone as posh and fancy as you shouldn’t be givin’ me titles like Mister.”

“Of course.” You gently bite the inside of your cheek, smoothing out your dress. “Well, I thank you anyway. And I suppose we shall see if we run into each other again on this boat.”

Jean gives one nod. “Maybe we will.”

You noticed that his responses were curt, and you took that as your cue to bow your head and walk away from him.

As you walked past a few people on your way back to your room, you noticed some giving you a glance, and you prayed to God that they wouldn’t let anything slip.

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You giggled with Jean as you entered your room, closing and locking the door behind you after you made sure no one had seen you.

Apparently the wrong crowd had seen you two together when you were looking at his drawings. That had led to a lovely dinner with your family and fiancé which led to another series of events that had reconciled the two of you.

You remember being slightly buzzed when you asked if he could draw you, but he agreed nonetheless. He waited until there was no alcohol in your system and no one you knew was around before he asked if you still wanted him to draw you. You had nodded, following him to his cramped room before grabbing him by the hand and dragging him back to yours.

You weren’t exactly trying to be sneaky anymore, but you were still cautious of who was watching.

Jean stood in the center of your room in awe, mouth agape as he looked at the intricate wallpaper and fancy light fixtures and beautiful paintings leaning against couches.

“Is the lighting alright?” you asked, taking a step closer him him.

He hummed in question, closing his mouth and turning his head to you. “Oh, yes, yes. It’s fine. Perfect, actually, uhm…” He nodded once. “Yeah.”

You could tell he was nervous, but you weren’t sure why. It’s not like this was your first time alone together, and you certainly knew he had no problem sneaking around with you.

“Are you alright?”

He nodded again, averting his gaze to one of your paintings. “Is that Pixis?”

Your eyes followed as he stepped in the direction he was looking, noticing the mostly gray and red painting.

“Yes. You know him?” You stepped behind him, leaning over as he crouched down and softly touched the edge.

“I love his work. He was a Chief Official in the French army before he passed. He painted in his free time and most o’ his work depicts his time on the battlefield. There’s one he painted of giant beasts that he saw in his dreams.”

Jean’s eyes swept over the painting once more before he stood up, turning to you. “So, anything you want to be drawn by? Or with?”

It took you a moment to register what exactly he was asking about. You had been admiring his amazed expression, lost in the way his lips slightly curved while looking at your paintings.

You nodded. “Yes, give me just a moment and I’ll grab it.”

Jean nodded, softly scratching the back of his neck and looking around as you retreated to your sleeping quarters and opened the closet door.

You turned the dial on the safe to open it, retrieving the black box Eren had put in it at the beginning of the trip. You hesitated a moment, looking at the rock on your finger before taking it off and leaving it in the safe.

You returned to Jean, watching for just a moment as he admired another painting you had. Your approaching footsteps brought his attention to you, and when he turned he saw you opening the box.

You handed it to him, watching as he gingerly lifted the expensive necklace and looked at it in the light.

“This is a real nice necklace. Probably worth more than I am.” He softly laughed, glancing at you as he placed the box down on a side table. He lifted the necklace again, looking at it closely. “What is it, sapphire?”

“Diamond,” you replied, stepping closer to him. Your side pressed against his, and you felt him tense up slightly. “I want you to draw me wearing it.”

He briefly glanced at you again before looking back at the necklace. “Alright. Where?”

“Wearing only that.”

Jean paused, turning his head to look at you after the words left your mouth. He raised a brow, as if to ask if you were sure about your decision.

“I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. The dancers.”

You watched as the corner of his lips twitched, fighting the urge to smile. He placed the necklace back on top of the box, running a hand over his face. “You sure?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He allowed his lips to curl into a charming smile as he gave you a once over before nodding. “Alright. What room?”

You gently grabbed his hand, leading him into the room next to yours and turning on the lights.

“Whatever pose you’d like,” you said. “Any lighting you’d like, as well. I only want you to draw me.”

He smiled down at you, handing you the necklace. “That I can do. Wanna undress here or should I wait?”

He softly laughed at your expression, gently patting your shoulder. “I’m only kiddin’. Go get ready while I set up.”

His hand traveled from your shoulder to your wrist, and he gently lifted your hand to his lips. He left a soft kiss on your knuckles, not breaking eye contact before he winked and walked further into the room.

While you undressed you heard something scraping around in the other room, stopping after a couple moments. You assumed Jean was moving around furniture and liked where he had placed it.

When you finished you slipped on a robe, tying it around the waist so it didn’t fall open before you wanted it to. You clasped the necklace around your neck, adjusting it so the large diamond sat in the middle.

When you walked back to the room Jean was sharpening a piece of charcoal. The fireplace had been lit, allowing an ethereal glow to outline him as he worked. You took a moment to admire him before he noticed you.

He softly smiled, his eyes sweeping over you as he stood straighter and put his blade down. You walked over to him, taking graceful steps.

“The last thing I need is another portrait where I look like a delicate flower. I want you to draw me as you see me, Jean.” You smiled at him, showing him the quarter held between your fingers. “And as a paying customer, I expect to receive what I ask for.”

Jean softly laughs as you place the quarter on the table. “And what if I see you as a delicate flower?”

“I know you don’t. Why do you think I asked you to draw me?” You watched him laugh in shock as you winked, taking a step back and seating yourself of the edge of the couch. "How should I pose myself?"

Jean looked you up and down, biting the inside of his cheek in thought. "Laying down," he said after a few moments.

You nodded, untying your robe and slipping it off your shoulders. You draped it on the arm of the sofa, turning your gaze toward Jean.

You watched as his eyes swept over you, trailing the edge of your shoulder as you laid back. He took you in for a moment, mouth slightly agape and eyes sparkling in awe.

He softly shook his head, bringing himself out of his trance as he gave you a once over again. "Life your arms above your head," he said, returning to that same thinking look you loved.

You did as he said, and when he stood from the chair and stepped forward to adjust your pose your breath softly hitched. You felt his warm hands along your arms, gently moving them to his will. You took a moment to admire his own face, the straight slope of his nose and the sharp line of his jaw. His lips looked soft, and you wondered for a moment what they might feel like against your skin.

He stepped back, crossing his arms as he assessed the pose he'd put you in before nodding to himself and sitting back down.

"Alright, don't move," he softly said. You nodded, which made him softly chuckle. "I said don't move."

"Well that was hardly moving," you replied, but a smile spread across your lips anyway.

You watched as he picked up a piece of charcoal and began drawing soft lines across the sheet of parchment. You watched the way his eyes followed the pencil, flicking between you and the drawing. The light coming from the fireplace made his irises glow, making them a beautiful honey color.

You watch as his long and elegant fingers move across the page, eventually staining themselves with the dark charcoal. You remember the many times he had lightly touched you, lingering for longer than he needed to. You remember how warm his hands were, and when you tried hard enough you could imagine they were on you again.

You're not sure who starts the conversation, but most of the time he draws is spent talking. The two of you exchange life stories. You tell him about your upbringing and the people you knew as a child and teenager and he tells you about his.

The entire conversation put into perspective how different the worlds you came from are, but you can't help but think that you were meant to find each other.

He stands when he finished, grabbing your robe from where it was draped and handing it to you. He only shows you the portrait once the robe is tied around you once again.

He's signing and dating it when you come up behind him, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder. You softly smile at it when he puts his drawing materials down, turning your head to leave a soft kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," you say.

He turns, your faces barely touching as he gazes into your eyes. "You're welcome."

He leans forward, leaving a quick, chaste peck on your lips.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! she doesn't have a tumblr account but she is amazing and I wish her the happiest year yet

also, should I make this into an au? idk I kinda liked it

anyways I hope you all enjoyed. as always likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated so please do that!

-Izzy <3

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yesimwriting · 2 years

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could u do something about stu being sweet w the reader after something making jokes but she’s being sensitive and he realises she needs sweetness from him

ofc i can!! i love stu sm, even though the oldest daughter of an immigrant household in me would fr be fighting with him every two seconds lmao

also part 5 of final girl is coming, she's just big😭 and my homework levels are insane and i don't want it to feel rushed, and these drabbles/fics are easier to get out during weeks like this!! but i'm working!

warnings: bit of toxicity tbh (expected tho lol), mentions of Billy bc they're a matching set in my mind lol, but it's brief and his role in the relationship is pretty open I think, pinch of manipulation, cheesiness lol

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Sometimes the way you care about people gets under Stu's skin, like a bug bite that he can't scratch because it's on the inside.

He doesn't hold it against you, or at the very least, he really tries not to. But sometimes, when you get like this on the behalf of other people...

Stu lets out a low sigh as he shoves his hands into his pockets. When he first realized that you had locked your window, he had briefly tried to not jump to worst case scenario. Maybe you weren't that mad, maybe the early fall draft kept blowing the window open, or maybe you were out with Sidney and Tatum. But no, the tightly shut window was intentional.

After knocking on your front door and being greeted by your mother, Stu had learned that you had just been in the kitchen, complaining about being bored.

"You're actually that mad at me?"

At the sudden intrusion, you snap your head back, the chair in front of your desk moving back slightly with the motion. Your panic lasts for less than a second and is quickly replaced by a small sigh and an eye roll.

"Stu, you nearly gave me a heart attack." It's not the first time that you've scolded him for that. Despite his typical energy and tall frame, he can maneuver like a cat when he wants to. "I-I locked the window, how are you even in here?"

He leans against your doorway, angling his head so that he's looking at your dresser instead of at you. There's something about your room that's just so you. It's comforting and sometimes overwhelming if he hasn't gotten off in too long.

He could spend an entire afternoon looking through your drawers and sampling your perfumes and lotions. He actually did that one Friday you slept over at Tatum's.

Stu shifts his gaze, his eyes meeting yours. You're trying to be harsh, he can see it in the slight draw of your eyebrows. It's endearing, especially with the stubborn almost pout of your lips. Sometimes when you're mad all Stu can think about is kissing you.

"Your mom told me to go ahead and let myself into your room," he mumbles, pushing away from the doorway as he steps entirely into the room, "You might be mad at me, but she's not."

Your eyes narrow a little at that. You know that Stu knows exactly what he's doing. "Well, she shouldn't have." You scratch the back of your wrist, trying your best to avoid Stu's gaze. "I'm doing homework."

"She said you were bored."

"History homework tends to do that."

Stu takes another step forward. You move your hand, gripping the back of your desk chair. When it comes to staying mad at Stu, physical distance is your only ally. The closer he gets, the less your brain functions.

"You said your history homework wasn't due until next week." Another step forward, the skin over your knuckles strains. "You can't be that mad at me." He continues to walk further into your room until he's so close to your desk chair that he has to turn his head down to look at you. "Let's just watch a movie or something. I'll let you pick."

His piercing gaze cuts straight through you. You can barely breathe. You drop your gaze in order to be able to get your thoughts out. "No, I said I wasn't talking to you."

Even in your own ears your words sound weak. Stu, already feeling his victory, reaches forward. He takes your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head up so that he's inescapable. "All of this over a few things I said to Randy? I was joking, he knows I was." When your frown doesn't go away, Stu lets out a sigh, "If it means that much to you, next time I see him I'll give him a joint or something and we'll be even. Promise."

You lean back, pressing your spine into the side of your desk. "It's not really about Randy, y'know." You inhale, thinking through your words carefully. Stu takes your reproaching well as long as you don't cross any invisible lines. "You can't just say what you want about people. It hurts their feelings, and you might forget about it after a second, but that person doesn't."

Stu blinks, an oddly uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. You genuinely care so much about how other people feel. Everyone. Even people you don't know.

Thinking about it too much makes him uneasy. It makes him feel like anything he feels for you is so much more than anything you could ever feel for him. You consider everyone's feeling, he can only bring himself to worry about how you and Billy are feeling.

He forces himself to back away from you. Stu moves to sit on your bed. Safe distance. The thought is mainly subconscious but that doesn't stop it from rolling in his stomach. He likes to think that he wouldn't actually hurt you over something this small, but he refuses to take the chance when it comes to you. Even more so when Billy isn't around as some kind of silent assurance.

"I thought that the other woman was supposed to be less of a pain in the ass. You're cute, sweetheart, but at least Tatum knows when to drop something."

Out of all the things he could have said, that stung the most. And he knows it. Your relationship exists in a world of in-betweens. You didn't like the idea of being some kind of side piece, especially the side piece to one of your best friend's boyfriends. But you guys never figured out how to stay away from each other.

Stu had spent so much time swearing to you that things were different than they looked. He promised time and time again that his real feelings are for you, that you were it for him, and that he couldn't just blow off Tatum for the sake of the group. With everything going on, with Sidney still grieving, it'd be selfish to risk it all over feelings.

By keeping your thing together secret, you were protecting everyone's feelings while still not breaking your own hearts.

But that single comment burned it all away. You were just starting to believe him, and now... "Really?" The word is pointed, but nowhere near as violent as you want them to be. "You really don't care about anyone's feelings but your own." Your eyes feel teary. "I'm such an idiot because I-I defend you when people say things like that about you, and I'm always thinking that it's just that they don't know you like I do. But they're right--you're--" None of the words that come to mind feel harsh enough, so you decide to just be honest, "You're mean."

Stu blinks as everything you've said settles into his chest. A rare, fleeting touch of a feeling some might have labeled as guilt stabs at him. He crossed a line, and now you’re looking at him in a way you never have before. And your eyes...fuck, your eyes are so wide and glassy. You're about to cry.

He had dealt with your anger before. Petty, teasing anger, sure, but still--anger. Stu could handle that. He knows what to do when you push him away and pout and even knows what to do when you curse at him. But this, this is so much worse than any of that.

You're more hurt than angry and Stu hates it. He hates that he doesn't know how to fix it. He hates that a part of him wishes that Billy was here, he'd be able to smooth this over and get you to stop looking like that.

"Not true," Stu finally manages, his voice nearly wavering at the shocking amount of honesty in it, "I care about someone's feelings."

You shift in your seat, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, your own." Stu watches expectantly as you squeeze your hands together on your lap. "You should go."

"No," Stu stands, "I'm not leaving you like this." Before you can register what's happening, Stu is by your side, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it, I just--" He can't put it into words, and even if he could, he wouldn't be able to express it to you without making you want to call a psychologist. "I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you."

With a sigh, you look up at him. "Stu, go." You stand up, forcing him to let go of you as you start walking towards your bedroom door. "I mean it. Either go or I'm going downstairs and telling my mom I have a migraine, and she'll tell you to leave."

Stu's quiet as you take another step forward. You should have taken his silence as a warning.

You're about to walk out into the hall, but before you can make it, something strong catches you by the waist. You instinctually squirm, but Stu ignores that as he forces you down onto your bed.

A small yelp escapes your lips. You hear the door to your bedroom shut before you can sit up fully. "Stu!"

He's on you in a second, trapping you so that you're forced to stay on your back. If you were struggling to think before, being completely beneath Stu has made it impossible.

Stu's hand finds your face, his thumb soothingly moving across the apple of your cheek. "I didn't mean it." That was true. Tatum is just a part of the plan now, and an occasional lay. But you--you're his first and final thought each day. You're everything, more than you'd ever understand. "You're it for me. No matter what."

You bite your tongue, fighting to not give in to the way he's looking at you. His eyes are pure adoration. "You said that before, and look at how quickly you changed your mind. Since I'm so annoying and I have no interest in being 'the other woman' as you put it, go away."

He doesn't want to talk about this anymore. It's making him feel something that he can't name. He doesn't want you to be mad or upset, he just wants things to go back to normal.

Stu slips his hand across your cheek so that his fingers can twist themselves into your hair. Before you can question him, he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss feels different than the normal way he touches you. It's persistent despite the patience behind it. The way his mouth moves against yours is vulnerable and the way he swipes his tongue against your barely parted lips is pleading.

Your hand instinctively find his chest. You push against him with lethargic force. Stu pulls your bottom lip in between his teeth. A breathy sound that's equally surprised as it is needy escapes you. He takes that as his opening to deepen the kiss.

Just as you start feeling out of breath, Stu pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. I love you.

The thought comes so suddenly Stu has to bite his tongue hard to keep from blurting it out. It's not like he's never felt that towards you, but this is the closest he's ever come to blurting it out.

It's instinct to shut your eyes as you focus on your breathing, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You feel him move, but before you can say anything, Stu starts kissing down your cheek. You don't open your eyes until you feel teeth grazing against your jaw.

"Stu." It's supposed to be a warning.

His hands move, forcing the oversized shirt you're in to ride up enough to expose your hips. Stu squeezes the newly exposed skin as he starts to kiss down your neck. "Do you trust me?"

Yeah, after the way he's been acting, there's no way you're answering that. "There's no way I'm doing anything even remotely sexual with you after what you--"

He finds that one spot near your collarbone. Your breath catches itself in your throat. Stu moves, pushing your shirt up a little more. He kisses down your stomach. You're lost in bliss until you feel his teeth sink into the soft skin of your stomach.

You nearly jump out of your own skin. "Stu!"

Grinning at your tone, he rests his head against you, chin pressing into your hip. "What?"

You're desperate to hold onto your anger, but with the way he's looking at you? It's nearly impossible to not smile. "You're so weird."

"You love it."

Pressing your lips together, you pause to think. "I love it better than you being an asshole."

Not taking the bait, Stu squeezes your hips a little firmer, "I love that smile. It's your 'you-wish-you-were-more-mad-at-me' smile. I think that that's the smile I see the most."

Fondly rolling your eyes, you casually move your hand in order to softly comb your nails through Stu's hair. This is a cute game. "I love that my anger amuses you."

"I love when you do that thing with your nails."

You finally let yourself grin. There's just something about Stu when he's like this, all relaxed and touchy and content. "I love when I can tell you're happy."

"I love you."

Your hand pauses, still in his hair. There's no way you heard that right. "Shit," he breathes, hiding his face against the fabric of your shirt. "I said that out loud." Oh my god--you did hear that right. He just said-- "I was going to be romantic about it. I was going to take you out to that one hill where you can see all the lights from town, and then we were going to go to my place. And I was going to let you pick the movie, and I wasn't going to talk about it, even if you picked that really lame one you're always talking about."

Still in total shock, you blink, stiff beneath him. "I kinda like when you talk about the movies we watch." Stu, looks up, but you don't meet his gaze. "But that's not what we're talking about, so I um--" You shift awkwardly. "Did you mean it?"

Your rush of words come out jumbled, but Stu understands them regardless. "So much. I love you, and I'm sorry that I'm an asshole, but you're not--" He lets out a breath. His silence forces you to finally meet his gaze. "If you think the friend group and Sid can handle it right now, I'll go over to Tatum's right now and break up with her."

Stu's boldness nearly surprises him, because in that moment, he really thinks he might mean it.

Everything you want is hanging there, right in front of you. Every selfish fiber of your being wants to say yes. You want to send Stu off and have him back in your arms in less than an hour. Stu can see it, but he can also see the hesitance in your eyes. After all, you care so deeply about everyone's feelings.

"It-it wouldn't be right," you whisper, more to yourself than him, "Not that any of what we're doing has been right, but that feels meaner than it needs to be. To just completely dump her on a random Saturday night without starting to pull away to prepare her first."

"I'll start pulling away." He's glad to have something productive to latch onto. He could start to pull away from Tatum (like he hasn't already with all the time he spends with you) carefully. Not enough to get her to break up with him, just enough to ease you. He could play at that game until he and Billy finish their plans. "Really laying the ground work for a breakup starts next time I see her."

You nod absentmindedly, the excitement from his confession waning fast. You're retreating into that quiet version of yourself that comes out whenever you think too much about your arrangement.

Stu leans over, pressing a quick kiss to your side. "I think I might've already started because you're all I think about."

"Shut up."

He adjusts his hold on you, "I mean it." You still don't seem too convinced. "You can scold me as much as you want about being nicer to people or anything else. I'm in love you." You finally crack, a smile playing at your lips. "Which is something I've said three times now without you saying it back."

At that, your jaw playfully drops, "Hmm...yeah, you have said it three times now. Weird."

The glint behind Stu's eyes is dangerous. He pulls himself off of you with no warning. You're too confused to do anything until you feel his hands on you. He moves his fingers swiftly, tickling you as you squeal and try to push him off. "What were you saying?"

Through fits of giggles, you manage to get out, "Th-that I'm--" You can barely breathe as you push against him. "That I'm in love with--with a--sadist."

At that, Stu pauses. "In love with, huh?"

"Unfortunately," you sigh.

Stu throws you an exaggeratedly offended look. "Rude. You're going to need to make it up to me."

Deciding to play along, you hum in agreement, "Let me guess. You have something in mind."

Stu leans down, placing a quick kiss to your lips. "You know me so well. C'mon let's go to my place and watch a movie."

#scream 1996 #scream imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #x reader

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AAAALRIGHT

I am SO tired, my brain feels fried and I think i’m starting to have the beginnings of a headache but heck it this is the last ep until the special and my bros wanna watch it and i need a pick-me-up so LETS GO

I’ve been told i”m supposed to find a version with the theme song so lemme just YUP FOUND ONE

Okay okay Monkie Kid season 4 episode 10 The Jade Emperor TIIIMEEEEE

so given that people were insisting I find the theme song I assume there were some changes. My bro’s and I were talking about it and I think our guess was Azure had swapped with the Jade Emperor for evil villain bit of the theme, OH AND my youngest bro suggested ink stuff was replaced by azure and the bros so right at the end there its mk and the crew facing off against them instead of inky versions of themselves TIME TO SEE IF WE’RE RIGHT ABOUT EITHER OF THOSE THINGSGLKSDFJSDF

heck

I pressed play and ;-;

gosh

I missed this theme song so much

MY BELOVED MONKIE KID THEME

SEROTONIN AT ITS GREATEST

mk still got swk’s shadow right at the start so that’s not different

Okay mostly the same so far

I’m about to ry over the fact i haven’t heard the theme in so long LOOK MAN THE EPS ARE JUST NOT THE SAME IF YOU DON’T LISTEN TO THE THEME EVERY TWO EPS IT JUST DOENS’T HIT AS HARD

oh ;-;

Ao Lie

Beloved |;-;/

it he

ok so that bits different and I miss him every day so much i will cry right hecking now

KAY HANG ON I HAVEN’T WATCHED THE THEME SONG ENOUGH THIS SEASON I’VE ONLY SEEN IT TWICE AND MY BRAIN IS FUZZY RN I NEED A REVIEW OF WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE CAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE PIGSY AND SANDY ARE NOW IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEIR CHILLED OUT JTTW SELVES— YEAH OKAY I CHECKED AND YUP I LOVE THAT I WILL CRY

OOP

SKIPPED OUT ON THE AZURE LOOKING UP AT WUKONG

OKAY

YEAAAAHHHH THERE IT IS

AZURE REPLACING THE JADE EMPEROR AS THE SUPPOSED VILLIAN LIKE

NOW THAT YOU KNOW CONFIRMED HE’S THE VILLIAN OF THE SEASON HERE HE IS

TOOK UNTIL EP 10 FOR IT BUT Y’KNOW JLFJKSDF

WELL THAT’S FUN

everything about the same there

AHA

I KNEW IT

well technically i didn’t guess it this time my bros did but WHAT A CALL

WE WAS RIGHT

NICE THEME LOOKING SHARP EVERYBODY 10/10

also I think it’s illegal how Azure’s the new macaque in the sense you can just SEE the animation and the way he’s drawn makes him the favourite you can SEE it and its SO FUNNYGHSLK;FJSDF

OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

HECK I’M EXCITED

stop

STOP NO

NOGNG;KLSNDFAWFBO;AIWNFEO;GOA;WEFOAMF

EXCUSE ME

WHAT IS THIS

WHATGBS;KFLMA;OWIGWEBFS;FMF

I’M

HEGFNFSD;MAWE WHEEZING

I’M CHOKINGBF;LKAM;OWAENGO;IAMF

DID MACAQUE MAKE THIS HISMELF?? THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED TO SHOW MK?? I’M ON THE FLOOR??

THE BADLY DRAWN ABS

THE ANIME EYES

THE EDGY HAIR

THE DORITO PHYSIC

IM GBB;ASDMFAOWIEFBF;KLMSDL;KASDF

THIS IS

THIS

HELPGMN;LASKFMASF

HE FR MADE HIS OWN GAME HUH

WHGHSDFKLJASDF

WHY

HOW

THE LOW QUALITY AUDIO

S IR ???

HIS EYEBROWS PLEASE;LKM;AOEWF

MK IS LITERALLY ME

WHAT AM I LOOKING AT RN

THE BLUSH???

HELP??

THE STARS AND SPARKLES;GMASFEW

I’M DYING;DSLKFMAWE F

MACAQUE’S FLAT EXPRESSION SITTING ON THE CHAIR

IT FR IS A LOW BUDGETHGS;LFJS HELPGJLSDFJSD

THE MONKEY ON MACAQUES HEAD I’MGNS;DLKFMWE

“on your joinery, you’ll see its the choices yOU make, that determine who you are” NICE ADVICE I’MGNSDLFKM

OH THIS IS EXCITING WE’RE FINALLY GONNA SEE A BIT OF MACAQUE TEACHING WHEN HE’S NOT TRYING TO STEAL POWERS, SO REAL ACTUAL TEACHING FROM HIM LETS GOOOO

heck

Mk ;-;

I CANTNGKSFMAOWEIF

“You know what— just play the game.” BRUHS REALLY “look kid, you’re a mess. just play the game.” ALSO I’M SORRY WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DRAW MACAQUE THAT FLOOFY THERE

TAHT IS EXTRA FLOOFY MACAQUE

HE SOUNDS SO SMUG WHEN HE SAYS HE PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO THIS

I’MBG;SDKLFMAF

HE DID MAKE IT

MACAQUE MADE THIS HIMSELF I’M DYING;LSDKFMWEF

HE DREW HIMSELF LIKE THAT I CANTNGSKMDFAIEMF

“oh no yeah i can DEFINITELY see that” I’MGNSD;FMKSDF

OH OKAY

WHIPLASH THEN

GOING FROM MK AND MACAQUES INCREDIBLE VIDEO GAME TO FIGHT IN THE CELESTIAL REALM OKAY

UH UH OKAY UH

EVERYONE’S DOWN BUT NEZHA AND RED SON MAYBE?

I JUST WANT SOME FIRE FIGHT SCENES PLS

I feel like i need to go back and re-address whatever the heck is Macaque’s video game because mY GODS

Okay nah we’re in mid battle

AZURE IS WAY TOO HYPE WITH THIS SCROLL ON HIS SIDE HE CAN JUST SNIPE EVERYBODY WITHOUT MOVING

ALSO ARE THEY ALL GONNA GET SUCKED IN AND RUN INTO MONKEY KING?? THAT’D BE FUNNY

I KNOW HIS PIECE IS BROKEN I’M JUST HGSLJFSDF

“STAND YOUR GROUND” AS EVEYRONE’S RUNNIGNGNL;SKMFDS

(side-note did macaque make that game just for mk?? I’MGNSD;FKML)

OH HELLO WAIT

ARE WE GONNA GET A NEZHA REACTION??

PLS I BEG OF YOU

REACT TO

HECK YOU DIDN’T REACT TO THE SWK THING

NOOOOOOOOO

RED SOOOOOOONNNN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NEZHAAAAAA

SCREEAAAMSSS

HECK OKAY

IT KEEPS ZOOMING IN ON MONKEY KINGS BROKEN PIECE, BUT NOBODY HAS REACTED TO IT WHY KEEP ZOOMING IN SO MUCH IF NOBODY’S GONNA HECKING REACT YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE

why’s azure so op man JHG;LSDKJFSDF

HECK BRO THERE GOES RED SON

OH WOW HE WAS SCREAMING NO WHEN HE WENT IN THERE THAT’S WILD

HECK RIGHT THREE DIFFERENT THINGS TO VISIT

HECK WE’RE A MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS IN AND WE’VE ALREADY VISTED ALL THREE GROUPS HECK DANG

OKAY

hang on i need to go back to re-watch that bit i was too busy staring at SANDYBGDS;LKFMAWOEF

SHIFU PLEASE

HE’S ABSOLUTELY COVERED IN STARS I’M CRYINGSDFLK;MAE

AW I’M SO PROUD OF PIGSY HE HAS THREE

TANG HAS TWO HE’S DOING SO GOOD

I’M GUESSING MEI HAS NONE I’M JUST

OH THESE BELOVEDS

oh can Mei like sense something is happening?? LIKE WAIT THAT WAS GOLD CAN SHE FEEL EVEYR TIME MK FLICKERS?????

OH THAT’D BE SO NEAT WAIT

;-; no stars for Mei

OH WOW MEI READY TO FIGHT HIM HUH

I GET THE FEELING

SORRY I’M NARRATING NOTHIGN ELSE MY HEAD IS SO EMPTY

BUT LITERALLY I GET THE FEELING EVERY TIME SANDY OPENS HIS MOUTH HE GETS ANOTHER STAR I’M CRYINGNSDF;LKAM;FOWEF

MEI NOOOOOOO

I’M ALL FOR HELPIGN BUT NOOOOO

SHIFU ACTUALLY SEEMS TO KNOW A THING OR TWO COME BAAAACK

hm maybe she’ll figure out what he was trying to teach after they get the crap beaten out of them… I DUNNO GUESS WE’LL SEE

IT’D BE NEAT IF SHE HAS A MOMENT OF LIKE “now seemed like the right time for action” AND SAVED THE DAY MOMENT IN THE SPECIAL OR SOMETHIGN

HECK WELL ANYWAY MOVING ON

I’m telling you the star on Tang’s head? he got a headpat and that’s how it got thereHGLKSAJDF

oh OH IS MEI GONNA DO MACHINE MOMENT? :D

WHOAH WAIT WABG;LSDKFMAWE

WHAT

W HAT WAITGJLKDSF

HIS STARSGSL;DKFMWE

OUT OF GNSFMLSKF

HJELP

I THOUGHT IW AS GONNA BE MEI WAITBGSDFM;AFOMWEF

CHOKINGL;SKDFMSDF

FR JUST MADE SOMETHING OUT HIS STARSGSJLDF

YEAAAHHH SANDY STYLING SUNGLASSES

oh yeah that’ll be slow

OH???

OH TANG???

OH THEY’VE GOT THIS

THEY FR GOT SOME SKILL

OH YEAH NO BUT THEY’RE DEAD

HELPGMLSDFD

THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE SHIFU

LOVE YOU

ALSO I LOVE THEM ALL GETTING THEIR OUTFITS BACK ON AND MEI’S SIGH OF RELEIF AND COMFORT I’M ALL GOOD TOTALLY FINE

CALLING NEZHA DEMON CHILD YEAH OOF

HECK ARE THOSE FEATHERS??

HECK U AZURE

YOU AND YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS “pLeAsE lIstEn I’m RiGhT” SHUT UR BLUE GUM BALL MOUTH

oh wow

heck bro Nezha sure is Nezha

its worth four more of that SURE IS A LINE

HE SURE AINT’ STOPPING

OH NO

HELPGMSDLFMSD

NEZHA’S JUST W HA T

MEI’S NARRATION

HELPGNMXLFKEM

STEPPED HIM IN TEH FACEGN;LSDKFMD

I’M WHEEZINGNS;DLFKMAWOEF

YEAH

GET HIIM ABCK

GET HIM BACK

YOU’RE NOT GONNA IN I JUST WANT AZURE’S HANDS OFF OF MONKEY KING

WHAT AN ENTERENCE THO HECK HOLD UP

PIGSY AND SANDY ACTUALLY BLOCKED THOSE GUYS HECK

THE ANNOUNCER VOICE

THE BLIMP

I’MGNSD;FKMSDF

PLEASE

MEI STANDING ON TOP OF IT LIKE THAT

HECK OKAY YES BACK TO

TANG HELPING NEZHA

SORRY MY BRIAN I SO SLOW AND IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S SO MUCH I’M MISSING COMMENTING ON GHDFLKJSDF

I’M SURE THEY’LL BE FINE

HELP THEM TAANG

NOOOOOOOOO

oh he stepped over it okay

i just don’t want him to touch it

HECK NEZHA

HECK BRUH

HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO BLOCK THE SCROLL BITS THO THAT’S IMPRESSIVE CONSIDERING LITERALLY NO ONE HAS MANAGED TO DO THAT YET

MEI STEPPING ON AZURE’S FACE IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY MONTH THANK YOU

NOGHFKJLSDF

HELP

BACK TO MACAQUE’S GAMENGLSKDMFAOGNW;AFM

I’M CHOKING WHAT THE CRAPGBDFLK;MAOEBNOFAWEM

WHAT

HELPGMLKDFMAWE

WHAT KINDA

HELPGNSDLKFMAOWEF

I’M

HELPGNSLD;KFM;AOWEF

THE I HAVE A FAMILY MOMENT FR HGSDLKFJ;AOWIEFMSAF

THE EVIL MONKEY BACKGROUND?? YOU BECAME EVIL MOMENT?? HELP?? IS THIS SUPPSOED TO HELP THE LAD I’MGNSD;LFKMAOWEF

M A C A Q U E UGSDFSALDKFJ

I THINK I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING HERE LIKE, WATCH WHO YOU THINK IS THE VILLIAN BUT ALSO WHAT IS HAPPENIGN RN

whoever drew that evil mk there tho went OFF i’d like to shake their hand

MK FR LIKE

B R O

YOU SAID THIS WOULD HELP ME FEEL NOT LIKE A MONSTER AND IT IS LITERALLY TELLING ME I AM ONE OVER AND OVERBGKDSMFAWOE

PLEASE

MACAQUE MAN WHATCHU DOINGNGL;KDMFDS

HELPGN;SDKFMA;WOIEFBAWEM

HEYYYY UR FINALLY GETTING IT

I SEE WHAT HE’S DOING

BUT ALSO

ITS SO FREAKING FUNNY

AYYY ITS BEEN HOURS OF FEELING LIKE YOU’RE FAILING BUT THAT’S THE POINT, YOU’RE ALWAYS GONNA FAIL SO WHY CARE RIGHT? JUST DO YOUR BEST? IS THAT THE LESSON? I’M JUSTBGSD;KLFMAWEO

PLS

PLEEEAASSE

CONGRATS MACAQUE YOU WENT THROUGH MORE EFFORT THAN USUAL TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DIRTY DIRTY DIRT DIRT

THE APPLAUSE ON THE WAY OUT

I’M WHEEZINGSLDKFMD

Snarky mk is actually everything to me GO OFF MAN GET SOME OF THAT OUT YOU DESERVE THAT AFTER EVERYHTING MY GOODNESS

WHATS WITH THAT EYE ROLL MACAQUGBSDLKFMWEF

YOU CAN’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT HIM YOU’VE GASLIT, MANIPULATED, BETRAYED AND HARMED HIM OVER AND OVER YOU CAN’T BE ROLLING YOUR EYES WHEN HE DOESN’T IMMEDEATELY GET THAT YOU’RE ACTUALLY TRYING OT HELP THIS TIME WATCH YOSELF OLD MAN

HELPGHLSD;FJS;DAF

ALRIGHT MISERY KID

THE BANANA

MACAQUE PLEASEKLMGAEFW

they’re totally on flower fruit mountain chilling rn Macaque did you just move in to Monkey Kings place i’mGN;LAWKMEF

“you’re SUPPOSED to realize”

kind of a weird convoluted way to make a point don’t you think? I’MGNL;DSKMFAOWF

YEAH YOU GOT A POINT

this is so funny

The way they’re writing macaque rn feels like older brother vibes, y’know what i mean? I’m not saying i assign him older brother moment it’s just the way its kay well you didn’t learn it yourself here’s the answer do better sheesh why so grumpy like, mildly annoyed at him because he’s rolling his eyes at a very traumatized lad who he helped truamatize but its neat a very interesting approach they’r going for here

and if i had enough brain rn, i’d be like trying to analyze more of how Macaque teaches but he seems a bit impatient, but at the same time its nice that he’s giving the answer? but also the answer often sticks better when the student figures it out on their own, still, BRUH REALLY MADE MK FEEL LIEK A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR A COUPLE HOURS HUH IG THAT’S ONE WAY TO DO IT MACAQUE PLEASELGMASOFEW

HELLO?????

THE ART ON THE ROCK???

HELP???

I’M???

WHEBG;KMF;AOWEFO;IAGMEWF

WELL THAT’S CUTE THAT ALSO TELLS ME MONKEY KINGS AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST AND HE DID INDEED MAKE HIS OWN GAME HE DREW ALL THAT Y’ALL IF MACAQUE DREW HIS AND THAT’S HIS ARTSTYLE THAN I STRAIGHT UP THINK MONKEY KING ACTUALLY MADE ALL HIS THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY ACTUALLY I LOVE TAHT HE’S GOT A CREATIVE OUTLET IF THAT’S THE CASE BLESS

you don’t wanna fight azure because people might get hurt, you don’t wanna not fight azure because people might get hurt, so DO SOMETHING ELSE

ALSO ITS SUCH A SILLY FRIEND MOMENT TO DRAW YOURSELVES ON A ROCK HANGING OUT I’MGNSFL;KMSDF

actually mans got a fair point

think outside the box other people drew around you moment

good advice!

not sure what else he can do other than fight but i’m looking forward to finding out!!

HECK I’M ONLY JUST OVER HALFWAY DONE I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS PLEASEL;KGMAOFE

THIS SHOW AGES ME YOU GUYSGBDF;LKMSDF

I LOVE IT BUT HECK DUDE

okay so the flickering at the start with Mei was the celestial realm battle and not Mk, gotcha gotcha

the way they draw Mk this season is just ;-; heck bro

yeah tho Mk’s so afraid of doing something wrong and being assigned a thing its only you can decide what you are. WELL, Macaque, as you can see that worked out great for Monkey king- jHGL;SKDJFASDF ACTUALLY NAH UYEAH I’M THINKING ABOUT THAT, CAUSE HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO DECIDE WHO HE IS AND NOTHIGN HE DOES EVER GOES RIGHT BY THE LOOKS OF IT I’M JUST HECK BRUH might not be as good advice as i’m assuming here actually especially if Mk gets treated anything like monkey king, SORRY BRAIN FUZZY I DN’T KNOW HALF OF WHAT I’M SAYING RN MOVINH ON

OKAY BACK TO THE BATTLE

WHO’S ALL GETTING SNIPED

heck the “he cannot” MAN

THEYR’E ALL TRYING

mei looks pretty fine actually

NEZHA FR JUST DOING HIS BESTNGKMF

OH CRY

I WILL CRY

I SOB MOMEMNT

OH OH OH OKAY PAUSE TIME OUT TAP OUT WIAT WAIT

PAUSE

I NEED TO WAIT WAI T WAITBSEMKAW

STIM FOR A SEC

SHAKING

POKAY

OKAY

THAT WHOLE DIOLOGUE EXCHANGE WITH NEZHA DEFENDING THE EMPEROR IS SO GOOD

HECK

HECK HECK

OKAY

THINKING

OKAY STAY CALM

MK TIME

HE’S SO FAST

I’M GONNA SCREAM

IS THAT MK????? ?

BECAUSE DANG

DANG

DANG BRUH

YEAAHHHNSDFK

OH I’M SCREAMING

OHHHH AZURE GOT SONIC ROAR MOMENT

SCREAMIGN FR THE CLOUD

HE SNATCHE CLOUD OH MY GODS

OH HE’S STILL FLICKERING

JUST GO FULL MONKEY MK

“even you” WHY DOES HE

heck this is like mac all over again but slightly to the left SIR WDYM EVEN YOU HE’S JUST SOME KID HOW’D YOU GET ATTTATCHED TO HIM SO FAST-

oh actually nah i get it it’s mk he’s very wonderful and you can’t help but like him immediately i get it please continue

NOT HERE TO FIGHT YOU AFTER YOU PUNCHED HIM LIKE THREE TIMESMGLSDKFAWEF

COME ON AZURE I’MGNL;DFKMA

WHEEZING

HE ALWAYS LOOKS SO DEVESTAED THIS LION GUY

WON’T STOP HIM THO

HE’S IN THE RIGHT AFTER ALL

kay

relaaax i can be relaxed and calm

HECK BRO

WHO DREW THAT AZURE YOU KNOW THE ONE

MESSY HAIR LIKE THAT SCRUFFY LOOKING WHO’S RESPONCIBLE FOR THISNGSL;KMFAWOEF

OKAY YEAH NICE THROW LIFE AWAY MOMENT

HECK MR.TANG MK HOW DOES HE KONW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT NEZHA ARE YOU ALL BEING TRANSPORTED AWAY WHATS THE PLAN HERE YOU CAN’T JUST DIP CAN YOU??

BIG BOOM SWORD

HECK CRACKED OPEN

AZURE LITERALLY BLASTED HIS BROS BACK

WELL THEY’RE ON THEIR FEET NOW

O H

OH THEY MADE IT???

IS THE JADE EMPEROR ACTUALLY GONNA GET SNIPED??

they can’t do that can they??

WELP

I’m sorry

Azure right there “I do not care by which means you meet your demise old man” HE SOUNDS LIKE AN EDGY RUNAWAY TEEN?? I’M SORRY HE SOUNDS LIKE THE EDGY TEENAGER WHO STORMED OUT ON THE PARENT AFTER A FIGHT STRAIGHT UP GHBDSFAKMFEW

HOOOLY CRAP

WHAT IS THAT

WHAT’S WITH THE

LOOK HOW TERRIFED PENG AND YELLOWTUSK ARE

HECK ???

ppppppfffooo

w o w

THE JADE EMPEROR

DANG

THAT WAS

D A NG

WOW THAT EXCHANGE WAS SOMETHING

THE MAN

BRU H

THE WAY EVERYHTIG SHOOK WHEN HE TOOK HIS SWORD OUT

WOW THAT WAS WILDIN

HECK BRO

HECK

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEYR’E GONNA DO WITH ALL THIS

AWWW MAC HANGING OUT WITH THE MONKEEEYYYY

that’s cute good for you man, you moved in to Flower Fruit mountain fr HGLSDK;FJ

OKAY NEZHA’S PROBABLY GONNA BE MAD

GROUP HUG

I’M WILL CRY

INSTANTLY

NO HESITATION

HE IS SCOOPED

HE LOOKS SO STARTLED

PLS PIGSY IS SO SQUISHED

SHUT UP

SHUTUPSUTGNFKWEM

I’M

S O N

HE SAID THE THING I’M GOING TO CRY

HE CALLED HIM SON

MK JUST

CRYING TO SEE HIS SON

SMILIGN

HECK

I’M NEVER OKAY

I’M NOT OKAY

THE FIRST THING PIGSY DOES WHEN HE SEES HIM AGAIN AND HAS A MOMENT IS CALL HIM SON THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS CALL HIM SON YOU GUYS I AM MENTALLY UNWELL

HE FR DIDNT’ GET A CHANCE TO SAY IT WHEN HE JUST DIPPED AND JUST HECK HE’S PROBABLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT

Y’ALL ITS DADSY FOR THE WIN AND NOBODY ELSE

OH YUP NEZHA MAD

ITS OKAY MAN MK DOES HAVE A POINT

YOU WOUDL HAVE JUST DIED AND WE ALL WOULD HAVE BEEN SAD

OKAY

BE CALM BE COOL BE CHILL

MONKEY KING MOMENT

PLEASE OKAY SO EPS ALMOST OVER THEY ENED TO GET INTO THE SCROLL AND GET MONKEY KING

HECK

HECK THEY MIGHT AHVE TO HYP[E HIM UP I’LL BE HE’S FEELING AWFUL

ECK HOW ARE THEY GONNA GET HIM OUT

HECK HECK EHCK

MONKEY KIIIIINGGG

CRIES SOBS

WOW HE’S NOT DEFEATED WITH ONE BLOW IS HE???

BRUH???

OH COME ON

OH WOW

EVERYBODY FELT THAT ONE

OH WOW

AZURE GETS?? POWERS???

DANG??????

CRACK IN THE PLACE

WHAT THE CRAP I SALL THIS

WOW

BRUH FR WENT FOR THAT MUCH CLEAVAGE HUH

THEY FR JUST KILLED THE JADE EMPEROR???

DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

U H

WELL

MONKEY KING GO GET HIM

I AM

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME MONKEY KING THOUGHTS

LIKE PLEASE HAVE THEM NEEDING TO TALK HIM INTO DOING IT BCAUSE HE’S SO CRUSHED RN PLEASE I NEED TO HEAR FROM MONKEY KING HOW HE’S DOING SO HE STOPS BEING MADE INTO A MASTER WU TYPE CHARACTER WHO’S JUST THE MENTOR WHO KEEPS MKAING THIGNS WORSE I JUST NEED YOU TO SHOW AND NOT TELL US ON SOCIAL MEDIA WHAT HE IS SO THAT I CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT BECAUSE IT IS DOING A NUMBER ON ME AS A MONKEY KING ENJOYER TO HAVE HIM BASHED SO MUCH P L E A SE

also WHO’S GONNA BE THE NEXT JADE EMPEROR AFTER THEY DEFEAT AZURE?? MK??? MONKEY KING??? NEZHA??? LIKE?? WHATS THEIR PLAN HERE????

THEY FR JUST SNIPED EVERYHTING HUH

WELL DONE WITH THE WHOLE GOTTA PICK OPTOINS OUTSIDE THE BOX BECAUSE LITERALLY I AHVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE GONNA DO NEXT HECK

YOU BETTER GIVE ME A HYPE UP MONKEY KING MOMENT PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED HIM SHOWN AS AN ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED MAN COME O N

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BRAIN AFTER THIS????????

HOW DID AZURE BEAT HIM IN ONE HIT???

WHAT IS HAPPENING??????

Heck bro okay

WELP

I’M CAUGHT UP NOW

IG YOU’LL BE SEEING MORE OF ME POSSIBLY NOW THAT I AM

MAYBE NOT I’M SO DRAINED FROM FAMILY STUFF THAT’S BEEN HAPPENING BUT MY G O D S

WHAT WAS THAT ??? ???? ?? ? ?? ? ? ?? ?

WHAT WAS THATBGSDLFKMAOWEF

ARE THEY LIKE?? ALLOWED TO KILL THE JADE EMPEROR OFF LIKE THAT??? IMPORTANT RELIGIOUS FIGURE JUST SNIPED??? MONKIE KID????? IS THAT ALLOWED??????

ARE THEY GONNA BRING HIM BACK???

U H?????

OKAY WELL

I DUNNO WHAT THAT WAS

I ENJOYED IT?? I THINK?? MY MIND IS ALL OVER THE PLACE RN ITS HARD TO TELL

I WANNA SEE MORE MONKEY MK

MK ON THE CLOUD I DIDN’T APPRECIATE THAT ENOUGH EHCK

WE DIDN’T GET ANYONE TO REALLY REACT TO MONKEY KING BEING HECK

H E C K

|;A;/

I DUNNO WHATS HAPPENIGN ANYMROE AND I’NM NTO SURE WHAT TO FEEL

U H

EVERYTHING IS FINE

HOW ARE THEY GONNA FIX ALL THIS IN THE SPECIAL???

HEY I HAVE FAITH IN THE CREW, THEY CAN CRAM A SUTPID AMOUNT OF STUFF IN AN EP SO I HAVE NO DOUBT THEY’RE GONNA NAIL THIS I’M JUST

HOW ARE THEY GONNA MANAGE THIS??

AND WILL THEY EVEN MANAGE IT?? CAUSE I DUNNO WHERE THEIR FOCUS IS HECK EHCK BSD;FKMWE

THOUGHTS SCATTERED, HEAD EMPTY I’M GONNA NEED TWO DAYS TO RECOVER WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT KNOX OUT

#knox reacts #monkie kid #ITS BEEN MONTHS SO NO MORE TAGGING AS SPOILERS AND I WILL PROBABLY BE POSTING STUFF A BIT LATER U H #HECK GUESS I'M CAUGHT UP AND I'M NOT SURE HOW I FEELGBDFKMSD;F #MY BRAIN IS SO SCATTERED RN WHAT THE HECK #OKAY UH #YUP

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astridthevalkyrie · 3 months

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my man hawks be sounding fine in every frickin language I swear(manifesting desi hawks headcanons now that we have him fr)

also did I mention that I absolutely adore your hawks fics?:)

-desi anon

thank you so much!! this might just be burnout since i'm not able to write much lately, but i genuinely feel like i cannot imagine hawks as desi. it doesn't go for everyone, i could make a case for eren and jean from aot being desi and i have thought about that multiple multiple times. but keigo? hmm.

i think he moans when he eats pani puri (or gol gappe whichever you prefer). stuffs them in his mouth so fast you're anxious he'll choke but nope, he devours them one after the other with no problem at all

he also just likes really oily and sweet stuff in general that he knows is unhealthy but he can't stop himself from indulging. halwa puri, samosas, chaat, and sweets like rasmalai and gulaab jamun (he only likes kheer if there's nothing mixed into it, anything aside from pure rice pudding makes him gag)

he can't really play a dhol but knows multiple dholki songs that most people his age have never really bothered to learn

cannot dance. thinks he can dance. during shaadis people only cheer for him because he's hot

oh he also knows how to do mehndi, and he gives a lot of attention to detail. prefers the red mehndi. he has your hand in his lap while he draws it on you, genuinely will get pissy if you wash it off before the color sets in, and as long as it lasts the first kiss he gives you every morning is on the back of your hand where the henna is

diehard amitabh and aamir khan fan. his favorite aamir khan songs include ae mere humsafar, bum bum bole, yahan ke hum sikandar, koi kahe, and aati kya khandala. his favorite amitabh song is pardesiyan. but his all time favorite bollywood song is chaiyya chaiyya because he's incredibly basic

avid coconut oil user. likes putting oil on your hair too. has never once threaded his eyebrows

easy on the kajal! we get it, you're pretty!!!!!

on the whole though i think he's too blonde for this bc in the same vein i don't think i could imagine armin or loid as desi either LMAO

#hawks #keigo takami #hawks x reader #half the things are just me btw bc i relate to him an unhealthy amount :/#desi anon

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neontokyoo · 11 months

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Heyy ;D

Irene Adler/ James Bonde supremacy real!!

How about Bonde × painter!reader (who always loves to draw Bonde whenever they can, showing their affection through arts) ?

Sometimes do painting activities together but reader is definitely much better lol

Thank you and Have a good day/night !<3

Of course, it is! They're literally so underrated, give this man some love and affection fr.

Pairing: James Bond/Irene Adler x Painter!Reader

Genre: ???

Summary: After seeing all of your Bond-inspired paintings, James decides to stay a while and watch you paint.

Warnings: none

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, sunlight filtering through the curtains. Stretching your arms, you yawn and rub your eyes, ready to start a new day. As a painter, your love for art knows no bounds, and today is no exception. But little do you know that today will be a bit different, for fate has something special in store for you.

You gather your art supplies, brushes of all sizes, and a fresh canvas, feeling the excitement bubbling within you. There's something about capturing the essence of a person on canvas that brings you joy, and there's one person who inspires you like no other—James Bond.

Ever since you met him during a mission that intertwined your paths, you've been captivated by his charisma, wit, and the enigma that surrounds him. You've spent countless hours sketching and painting his rugged features, his piercing eyes, and his confident stance. Each stroke of your brush carries your admiration for him, and you've poured your heart into every artwork.

Today, however, you have a feeling that something extraordinary might happen. As you finish setting up your art space, a knock on your door interrupts your thoughts. With a curious smile, you open the door to find James Bond himself, dressed impeccably as always.

"Good morning," he greets you, a hint of intrigue in his eyes. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "No, not at all. In fact, I was just about to start a new painting. Care to join me?"

Bond's eyebrows raise in surprise, his lips curling into a smile. "You paint? That's a talent I didn't know you possessed."

You step aside, welcoming him inside your cozy art studio. "It's a passion of mine. And I can't think of a better subject than you, James."

He takes a moment to look around, his gaze falling upon the numerous portraits of him adorning the walls. The colors and textures bring him to life, and he's genuinely impressed by your skill.

"Quite the collection you have here," he remarks, his voice filled with admiration. "I had no idea I served as such an inspiration."

You laugh softly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Well, you have this captivating presence that draws me in. And painting you is my way of expressing how much you mean to me."

Bond's eyes meet yours, a glimmer of understanding shining through. He walks over to the easel, examining the blank canvas awaiting your touch.

"Today, I'd like to see how you capture me," he says, his voice filled with curiosity.

You nod, dipping your brush into the paint. As you begin to create, you lose yourself in the moment, letting your emotions guide your hand. The brush dances across the canvas, capturing Bond's essence with each stroke. His expression shifts subtly, revealing a mix of surprise and amusement as he watches you work.

Time seems to blur as you lose yourself in the artistic trance, your passion fueling the artwork. The hours slip away effortlessly, and before you know it, the painting is complete.

Setting down your brush, you step back to admire your creation. There on the canvas, you've managed to capture the essence of James Bond—the charm, the strength, and the enigmatic allure that drew you to him in the first place.

Bond approaches the painting, his eyes scanning every detail. His lips part, but no words escape. Instead, he reaches out and gently places his hand on your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring.

"You've captured me like no one else ever has," he finally whispers, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty anime #ynm #yuumori #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp #mtp x reader #i believe in james bond/irene adler supremacy #kora's anons

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star2sworld · 9 months

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rants

I’m going to be ranting on here often. I have no one to text or talk to besides my fill in therapist I don’t even tell shit to.

Today I found out my ex bsf has a bf. So what? Good for her right? yes, but why do I find myself envying her. Envying her life. Wishing it was me in her place. She glowed up, has many friends, and even a bf now.

Schools coming up. I’m stressed about this upcoming fall. I can feel myself spiral back into my old mindset. I’m already judging myself “ am I ugly? Am I not “ How do I make it stop? idk.

So, I did my makeup. To feel better. To see if I feel pretty with makeup on. I took pictures.. they all came out horribly. The inverted filter doesn’t do me justice. I always get compliments in person though so what does this mean? I’m very confused. I can’t tell. I find myself the ugliest person to exist. I don’t know how people genuinely find me pretty. Maybe they’re lying ?

Afterwards, I went on a walk to clear my mind. I had my new headsets on blast walking with my broken phone. I saw a old couple with their dog walking and all I could think in my head was “ keep walking, don’t look, “ I felt anxious walking around them. Felt like all eyes were on me when they probably weren’t. I hate this feeling. I just want to be pretty.

I came home.. and brought my cat to my room for emotional support. Instead, she meowed to leave my room. How sad. I let her out, closed the blinds and lights and put lil peep sad mix on. I finally cried. Bawled my eyes out because I just want to feel pretty and loved. I want friends, I want to be outgoing, I want to feel happy.

As I’m listening to lil peep I get the urge to smoke it away. I’m 29 days clean. I shouldn’t throw it all away but it’s tempting. I get the urge to relapse on sh. But, I hate my old scars… I don’t think it will stop me though. Maybe I should get into a idgaf mindset.

Tbh, fuck it. I think I’m going to delete every social media I have. Yes, including tiktok. I need to work on self love. Of course I am beautiful. I have beautiful big eyes, long lashes and full lips. Idk. I feel lost in this world.

I thought I was feeling better honestly. I’ve been doing my morning routine and going on walks. Constantly doing things to get myself together. Decorated my half of my room and even worked out yesterday after a long time. But why do I feel sad today?!

UGH. what is this universe. I should listen to self-help YouTube videos. I just hate watching long videos. But, I’ll do it. I’m deleting social media after this and I’m going to only consume helpful content for a week. At least I have art next school year. It will help me relax and get back into my drawing habits :)

I am loved. I am happy. I can overcome this feeling. I am worth it. I am beautiful.

As I’m saying affirmations 5 degrees come on and I feel sad 😭😢 I changed the song to talk dirty by Jason druelo. Blasting it in my headset. I feel better already.

Yes I am pretty. Yes I’m going to make friends. Be positive sista. WHAT YOU SPEAK ABOUT YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BE BROUGHT TO REALITY!!! Pinterest is going to be my main focus. Creating a self concept and a vision board asap tomorrow.

Worth it by 5th harmony came on Fr feeling myself 😫😫 period I feel better lol I’m a bad bitch idgaf anyone who gets to know me is special. I’m a amazing person. Going to mediate now and take my makeup off eat brush floss grow eyebrows & then sleep by 10:00 sharp !! ( hopefully )

Bye loves

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one-boring-person · 2 years

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If its ok to ask fr a sub hans landa with him having a degration kink while getting his ass fucked sides the petty begging pls :3

I hope you like this!😁

When I Call You That.

Colonel Hans Landa (Inglourious Basterds) x m!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sub!Hans, oral sex, anal fingering, swearing

Masterlist

Tagging: @alan-is-my-ginger-princess @daddywaltz

Like my work? Buy me a coffee!😁

"And what have we here?" Hans sucks in a breath as my hand ghosts down over his crotch, his lip pulled between his teeth, fighting back a louder noise.

"N-nothing…" The colonel's voice shakes, still somewhat rough from sleep, his skin gleaming in the soft morning light from the perspiration gathering on his brow.

Chuckling darkly, I press up against his back, using the hand that's not at his crotch to trace a mark on his chest, the arm awkwardly angling up from under his body, edging closer to his neck in silent warning.

"Want to try that again, Liebling?" The pet name is laced with quiet threat, that he can hear as loud as day, his chest stuttering as he breathes sharply again.

When he fails to reply immediately, I lean in and bite down on his neck, my hand closing tightly on the bulge forming in his underwear, drawing a gasp out of the man in my arms. Licking over the bite on his neck, I suck a mark down over it, groping him roughly as he tries to move against me.

"I need you…please, (Y/n), I need you to fuck me…" Hans whines, tilting his head back to give me more room, his cocky facade swiftly crumbling under my ministrations.

"That's better." I chuckle again, licking up to kiss along his jawline, using the hand on his chest to flick at his nipples, rolling one between my thumb and forefinger as best I can with the angle.

The colonel arches into me, pressing his ass back against my own rapidly-growing bulge, one of his hands coming up to grip lightly at my wrist. Flattening my tongue against his neck, I push my hand past the hem of his underwear, cupping his hot, hard flesh gently, pressing my fingers into him. The action draws a low moan of desire from the officer, his grip on me tightening, as if to pull me closer. Tutting softly in his ear, I nibble at his lobe until his grip lets up, allowing me to continue at my own pace.

Under my grip, I can feel Hans getting more and more tense, his cock twitching in my grip, sounds of need falling from his lips with every movement of my hands. A smile creeps onto my face, as it always does when I have Hans moaning and whimpering in my hands, pride sweeping through me at the sight of the sly colonel reduced to a needy mess after only a few touches. It always amuses me to think of this when I see him interacting with his colleagues - none of them would guess he's such a submissive man in the bedroom, and yet here he is, begging for me to do more as I circle my thumb around the head of his cock. The knowledge sends heat straight to my groin.

A whine leaves him as I pull my hand back.

"Please don't stop…" Hans gasps, grinding back against me, a groan threatening to leave me as he presses down on my hardening cock.

I swear briefly under my breath, sucking another mark onto his shoulder before leaning back properly.

"You want more, you're going to have to make me feel like it's worth my time, Hans." I tell him, rolling onto my back, waiting for him to act on his own.

He turns to face me, regarding me closely, hesitating a little; it's his pride battling in his eyes. Pride and dignity against his lust and need for more. At the sight of it, I bark out a sharp laugh.

"Scared you're going to defile yourself and your little reputation?" I mock him, lifting an eyebrow, "Get to it, like the little whore you really are."

That shakes him from his thoughts, his face going blank for a moment before the moan rattles out from between his teeth.

"Oh, you like that, hm? Like it when I call you a whore?" I grin at him, sitting back against the headboard so I can reach out and take his chin in my hand, "Do as I say. Whore."

Almost immediately, Hans scrambles to do as I say, moving to lie between my legs, knowing what I want without me having to tell him. That gets a soft hum of approval from me, the hand on his chin moving to card through his hair, silently encouraging him as he starts to pull my briefs down, revealing me to the air.

"Get me all ready for your needy little ass, slut. Go on." I goad him on, biting back a groan as he leans down and carefully flicks his tongue over the head of my cock.

Swirling his tongue around the tip, Hans moves one hand to grip my base, rubbing his thumb over the thick vein on the underside that leads to where my head has now disappeared inside his mouth. I can't help the sigh that leaves me as I feel his hot, wet mouth envelope me, paying close attention to the slit as he sucks me in. Saliva runs down his stretched lips and onto my cock, trailing down to his fist as he starts to twist his wrist, brow furrowed in concentration even as his eyes fall closed. Gasping in pleasure, I buck my hips up into him, tapping the back of his throat so that he pulls away. Growling, I grip the back of his head and force him back down, his hand falling away so his head can go the whole way. Pleasure rolls through me, my stomach tightening as I recognise myself getting more and more aroused, particularly as he suddenly swallows around me, throat constricting sound my cock.

"Your mouth feels so good…ah, fuck! Such a good little whore for me, letting me fuck your mouth like this." I grunt out, biting my lip as he moans around me, sending vibrations up through my cock, "But I don't want to cum like this."

Despite the disapproval of my body, I pull Hans off of me, groaning lowly at the sight of his salvia leaving strings connecting us. The colonel breathes heavily, looking almost ashamed at himself as he wipes his chin, his cock twitching against his stomach as he sits up.

"Get on your side, whore. Let me fuck your tight ass." I command him, watching proudly as he follows my instruction instantly, "Aw, look at you, so eager to please me."

Hans whispers, pushing his ass against me as I press up against his back again, rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks. Reaching around him, I take his weeping cock in my hand again, even as I lower my other to his ass, pressing a finger against his tight hole. Immediately, he moans out, unwilling to reply to me properly as always, embarrassed by his willingness to serve me, face flushing red as I push my finger into him, using my precum as lube. Working the digit into him, I kiss at his neck to get him to relax, jerking his cock gently as it twitches in my grip.

It doesn't take me long to push a second and then a third finger into his tight heat, working him open for me, relishing the sounds of need falling from his lips with every push of my hand. He grinds back onto me, moaning out my name as I ready him, a whine escaping him as I withdraw my fingers.

"Don't complain, you'll get to cum, don't worry. If you're good for me." I smirk as I bite down on his neck, pushing the head of my cock up against the tight ring of muscle surrounding his asshole.

"Yes, yes, please! I need it so badly…" The colonel moans out, pushing back on me.

Smirking, I push the hand on his ass underneath him to his throat, holding it gently as I push myself into him, holding his hip with my other. The two of us groan out in unison as his hot tightness clenches around me, my cock pulsing in the sensation as I grit my teeth and push further into him, lips sucking at the pale skin of his shoulder. After a moment, I'm fully seated inside him, twitching and eager to carry on, ecstasy flooding my veins from the feelings around me. It's only when he grinds his ass back on me that I start to move.

I tighten my grip on his throat and snap my hips into him, my cock driving deep inside him as he moans out, caught off-guard by the sudden sensation. Gritting my teeth, I repeat the action, fucking into him even as he clenches tighter around me, the sound of skin slapping together driving me on. His moans are music to my ears, the hand on his throat only serving to make him more aroused, his cock twitching with every squeeze of my fingers.

"Enjoying yourself, whore? Think your little hole can take more?" I growl in his ear, moving the hand on his hip to his leg to hitch it up, changing my angle.

Suddenly, I'm thrusting far deeper inside him, balls slapping against his as I fuck him. My grip on his thigh is tight, sure to leave bruises but I don't care, using it as leverage to pound faster into him, dragging almost girlish moans from the man in my arms now as I start hammering his prostate. His hands grip at the sheets, back arched into me as he tries to rock back on me, precum leaking copiously from his cock, streaming down over his balls and around his stretched hole.

"Such a needy little ass…I bet you'd like it filled to the brim, wouldn't you, slut? Bet you'd love it if there was so much cock inside you that you couldn't even think for yourself." I punctuate each word with a harsh thrust, kissing his jawline, "Maybe I'll have to get someone to help me out next time. How about that Private Zoller? He seems to have the assets for that…or even that young major. What's his name? Hellstrom?"

As he hears me, Hans moans out, squeezing down around me tightly.

"Ah yes, you'd definitely like that. Being used by me and one of them for our own pleasure…such a dirty mind you have, Hans." I laugh, though my voice is becoming strained, pleasure building very fast.

"I'm so close…can I cum? Please, I need to cum…" He whimpers, crying out with every thrust into him.

Chuckling darkly, I lift the hand on his neck and thrust two of my fingers into his mouth, letting him bite down on them.

"Yes, you've been good for me. Cum for me, whore." I tell him, moaning as he cries out and clenches around me like a vice, milking me for all I'm worth.

He goes tense in my arms as he cums, trying to moan out my name as I keep my fingers in place, thrusting once, twice more before cumming deep inside him. I cry out, biting down on his shoulder to keep myself quiet as I feel myself twitch inside him, my cum painting his insides warmly.

After a moment, we relax again into our combined bliss, my cock softening inside him, unwilling to leave his warmth. Chuckling lazily, I press languid kisses to his marked neck, licking over his pulse.

"I'm afraid, Liebling, that as much as I'd like to stay here inside you, we have to get up for work." I murmur to him, stroking his sides, "You did very well for me, Hans. Very well."

He makes a sound of happiness, only to whimper as I pull out of him. Slowly, the colonel turns in my arms and looks me in the eye, smiling.

"And how do you expect me to work after that?" Hans grins, laughing as I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure you of all people can find a way." I wink at him, leaning in to kiss him softly.

He kisses back, holding me close.

#break writes #christoph waltz #hans landa smut #hans landa imagine #hans landa x reader #Colonel Hans Landa #inglourious Basterds #Hans Landa x Male reader

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boytouya · 3 years

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i want you

tags: ph!katsuki bakugo x gn reader, no warnings, black reader in mind, not proofread!!

w.count: 1.1k

a/n: what listening to sza does to a mf- no fr this was supposed to be short and sweet but i accidentally made it a oneshot whoops- stole a paragraph from my shinso wip but that’s okay— lowercase intended bc this was not supposed to be longer than 500 words…

i just think that pro hero katsuki coming home from work with his eyebrows knitted as he unlocks the door to his apartment-

it’s late, the sun had set hours ago and it was time for the moon to occupy the sky. he didn’t expect you to be awake, since he was particularly tired himself. his aching body pops with tension as he stretches his arms, lifting them above his head as his shirt rides up and exposes just a hint of his stomach (yeah he has a v-line but that’s only half the point).

and then there’s you, waiting for him on the couch with sleepy eyes. you’re tucked in on yourself, soft yawns escaping every so often as an alluring wave of sleep slowly washes over you. but, even then, the second he’s settled by the front door and enveloped in the warmth of your shared apartment you’re on him in seconds, hugging him tight while his arms stay locked by his side. he lets you get a few kisses in, peppering them on his grimy cheeks, then his nose, then his chin, until he’s pushing you away by pressing his palm into the curve of your cheek. he grumbles, something about ‘waiting till i’m clean’ but beneath the layers of dirt and sweat, you see a twinge of blotchy pink creeping up his neck.

he’s tired, lugging the weight of himself as well as the unforgiving cruelty of the villain he just fought, hoping to wash away his regrets of today with the same washcloth he uses on his warm skin. as dirt flows down the drain so does his tension, warm water cascading down the expanse of muscles on his back. his shoulders relax, warm water streaming through the budding hairs of his undercut. and then, only then, does he consider using your body wash. your shampoo. it smells like you, and he can only have so much of you at a time. he lathers soap onto his skin with the same gentleness you’d use to kiss him, between his shoulder blades when he’s facing away from you, against the scar that runs across his knuckles. he imagines that instead of his hands they’re your own, feathering touches across his abdomen, fingers tracing the contours of his skin while he denies being ticklish— despite the dimples threatening to ripple through the mound of his cheek.

katsuki could get used to this, the asphyxiating sensation of a long, hard day at work rolling away with mere circular movements of lathered soap. but he has someone to get back to.

the real thing is always better than his imagination, after all.

reluctantly, he makes his way out of the shower, steam fogging up the mirror as he stared his doppelgänger in the eye. a mirrored version of himself, with scars on the opposite side. he wraps a Dynamight towel around his waist, lifting his arm to rub away at the final remnants of eyeliner smeared down his cheek with his wrist. his pointer finger reaches out to place a message on the fogged mirror: a tiny grenade. similar to the ones he’d draw instead of the dot in the ‘i’ from the name ‘Dynamight’ when giving out signatures.

katsuki erupts from the confines of the clouded bathroom, steam following behind him as he leaves wet footsteps against the hardwood flooring. you must have moved from your spot on the couch, as his gaze didn’t catch you anywhere near the cushioned area. instead, he finds you in your shared bedroom. you hold a pillow close to your chest, a Dynamight plushie by the side of your head as you nuzzle the silk with your cheek. even when half asleep, you perk up from his presence. slowly, your head cocks to the side, shifting your gaze from the doorframe to your soulmate. your lips quirk upward as your soft eyes soften even more. your smile nearly knocks him off his feet.

“hey,” your voice is almost incomprehensible against the pillow, but he catches it anyway. you lazily raise your hand to wave, just in case. “you look like you had a tough day.”

a dagger of warmth shoots through katsuki’s heart, beating and writhing against the confines of his rib cage. with his tongue tied, he hums in response, low in his throat. how did you always know?

you hum back, nodding gently as katsuki’s weight dips the edge of the bed. unraveled from his towel now, he flips open the cap to his favorite moisturizer. pregnant silence washes over you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. you can hear his breathing, the sound of lotion between his fingers, the sound of air escaping through his plump lips in the form of a tranquil sigh. looking at him now, you see an arrangement of moles and freckles littering katsuki’s back.

it reminds you of early summer, when katsuki would burn instead of bronze beneath the sun’s rays, whereas your skin would brown. he’d tell you how breathtaking you looked in the form of stolen glances, and you’d soak in the praise just as much as your skin soaked in the sun. the ocean would bellow and cheer beneath your feet, cold and refreshing as opposed to the thick air. even then, when you’d return home and katsuki’s skin would be an unflattering shade of pink, a few freckles would pop through.

“you look like you need some love.” you whisper as katsuki finds a spot beside you, dropping his pager down on the bedside table. he makes no attempt to humor you, grunting behind a dimpled half-smile.

you loved bakugo katsuki. you were sure of it, with how light bursted deep within your chest when he looked at you. his vermillion eyes, a beautiful mixture of crimson and chestnut and all things soothing. he looks at you with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce your soul in the very area you stand. he’s everything you loved, and, yet, everything you loathed. all in-between and outside, every missing part of you could be found within him.

“yeah, let me guess, you’re supposed to give that to me.” he says, though it sounds much more like a question than a statement. he feels you shrug, the mattress moving accordingly to your motions. he lifts the freshly cleaned blanket over his torso, wafting your scents together in perfect harmony. he shifts to you, bumping his forehead against yours momentarily.

“if you want me to.” yes. yes, he does. desperately, unconditionally. he wants your love, he wants you for your entirety, and then some. he wants to hold the essence of you, he wants to trap your love in his gauntlets just to watch it explode whenever he pleases.

“you crazy or somethin’? don’t get all sappy on me.” there’s no trace of venom in his voice, even as he turns back to his side and adjusts his position with his body turned away from you. first goes off the lamp illuminating the walls of the room, then goes katsuki as he slips into a peaceful dream. sometime along the night he finds his limbs tangled with yours, your ear above his heart as you rest your head against his chest.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 2 years

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heyy, so i saw this post and i thought i would be a GREAT plot for kaminari or bakugou (bakusquad fluff i beg youuu)

the one on the comments (abt the scarlet fever) would be GREAT too (i was thinking about sick sero for this one bc there's almost zero sickfics abt him)

but you decide who's the characters and what's the plot, but i would love if you could do one of this sickness with the characters i suggested... thank you in advance!

this took months, sorry. i picked sero’s part, by the way. i'm kinda losing my will to write and my will to live. hope you like this, if you still follow me-

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It’s Kaminari the one that finds him slumped on the bed, weak legs kicking the air, head tossing from sde to side. The boy walks fast towards Sero’s restless form, eyes wide in concern as he extends a wary hand, recoiling immediately at the heat radiating from the damp forehead.

“H-Hanta, bro?” he calls, shaky, “wake up.”

Dark eyes open, not past a slit, and Sero squints and shuts them close immediately. “Lea’me alone.”

“It’s ti-time for dinner, and y-y-you’re burning up! Let me call Aiz一”

“Dinn’r…?”

A nod. “It’s 7pm, c-class ended a couple of hou-hours ago.”

Kaminari toys with his fingers, twisting and pulling them as he eyes his friend. Sero looks overall uncomfortable, sweaty and pale, restless, confused. He did notice that the boy looked off during the last period, but he didn’t think much of it, and now he regrets it.

A cough coming from Sero startles him, and he’s immediately at his side, a hand drawing soothing circles on his back. “D-dude…”

The fit abates a minute later, leaving the sick hero shaking like a leaf, every inch of his bare skin covered in goosebumps. “C-cold…” he mumbles, throat burning. He moves slowly to reach for the blankets.

“It’s p-probably the fever, Hanta.” Kaminari replies, helping him to put a flimsy sheet on, “Y-you shouldn’t have s-so many blankets, one wi-will be fine.” A hand hovers near his pocket. “I’m gonna c-call sen-sensei.”

“Don’t, m’okay.” Sero hums, clearing his throat and cringing immediately afterwards, regretting the action. “S’just a cold.”

Kaminari hesitates, but eventually lowers his hand. “Do you th-think you can eat something?”

A shake of the head. “Just water and a cough drop, please.”

“N-not even some tea?”

Another.

“O-okay, I’m going to get a pitcher and a glass fr-from the kitchen. Do y-y-you have drops here?” he asks, gentle.

“Yeah.” he coughs, “Bathroom cabinet, bottom drawer.”

Kaminari jogs away to get what promised. He’s back a few minutes later, with a huge jug of fresh water and a tall glass. He pours some into it and hands it to his friend, eyebrows scrunched in concern.

While Sero drinks up, not without sputtering and choking a little, Kaminari gets the cough drops and a thermometer from the bathroom. “Le-let me check your t-te-temperature.”

“Denki, m’fine, you don’t一”

“Pl-please?”

A sigh escapes Sero’s lips.

Right.

“Alright.”

A broken smile appears on Kaminari’s lips. “Th-thanks.”

The thermometer reads 38,6°C, and Kaminari starts to spiral the exact moment that the numbers appear on the screen. He gets up, breath hitched as he makes a run for the window to open it slightly for a change of air, and before Sero can say anything, he’s rummaging through Sero’s possessions, extracting a fluffy scarf from the closet and wrapping it around his friend’s neck.

“Denki, please一”

“I’m c-c-ca-c一 fuck!一 I’m calling sensei.” he yells, “You need a hospital, you一”

A hand on his makes him halt. Kaminari looks up, squinting through the haze. Sero smiles at him, gentle, fluttered by his friend worrying, but equally upset.

“S’a low fever and a sore throat. M’not dying. S’fine.”

“B-but…”

“It’s late, dude. Go eat dinner. M’gonna sleep and call you if I need anything, okay?” he prompts, soft.

Kaminari doesn’t look entirely convinced. “A-at any hour.”

“At any hour.”

A sigh. “Dr-drink more water. And d-don’t take too m-m-many drops.”

“Yessir.” Sero chuckles, coughing a little afterwards. “I’ll be fine tomorrow, just need a nap. Thank you for the help, man.”

After a few more minutes of coaxing, Sero convinces Kaminari to go eat. It takes even less for the sick student to fall back into a fitful slumber.

一

“How long has he been like this?”

Kaminari swallows the lump in his throat, playing with his fingers, “S-since last night, sensei. I tried to make him eat something, b-but he said his thr-throat hurts too much.”

“Has he drank anything in the past six hours?”

“N-no. He drank some wa-water before going to bed, but th-the jug’s too f-full.” Kaminari hums, low.

Aizawa nods, arms crossed. “Alright. Let’s go fetch some face masks, we’re taking him to a doctor.”

一

After a couple of hours and an antibiotic prescription for scarlet fever, Sero’s back in his bed, a cold patch plastered to his sweaty forehead. Kaminari sits on the edge of the bed, a face mask on to protect himself from the infection. He runs a hand through his friend’s hair, a worried look on his face as he stares at the boy’s restless face.

“You’re really n-not feeling well, hm?”

Sero shakes his head slightly, “Hurts.” he rasps, coughing a little afterwards.

“Do you wanna try to dri-drink some water?” Kaminari prompts, pouring some into a glass, and setting it on the bedside table. “I’ll help you sit up, d-dude.”

It takes a minute to coax Sero into moving, Kaminari’s hands under his armpits to help him up. The boy adjusts the pillows behind his friend’s back, fixing the blanket on his lap. He grabs the glass and hands it to Sero, who grabs it with a tired smile.

“M’not dying,” he says, voice hoarse, “I can hold a glass.”

“S-sorry! I just wanted to help.”

“You are helping.” he grins, sipping on the cold water, a blessing for his sore, burning throat, “You don’t have to stay here, bro, I smell.”

“Don’t worry, I l-lost my sense of smell ages ago b-because of my quirk.” Kaminari chuckles, “Besides, it can’t be too ba-bad if Iida hasn’t come in yelling about hygiene yet.”

Sero laughs, and regrets it immediately as a painful cough makes its way up his throat. “F-fuck.”

“Water?”

“Yeah, pl-please.”

Kaminari pours him more into the cup, “I could make you s-some honey tea? I kn-know it’s almost time for your antibiotics, but t-tea shouldn’t be a- a problem.”

He raises a hand, gently brushing away Sero’s hair and removing the cold patch. He feels his forehead, then his throat, gently, careful not to press on the swollen glands on his friend’s neck. “You’re wa-warm. Let me take your temperature again fi-first.”

Sero sighs as Kaminari presses the thermometer to his forehead, waiting for it to beep. It does, a moment later. “38,2°C. It’s high, b-but better th-than before.”

“See? M’okay, dude. You don’t have to worry.” Sero hums, voice low, barely a whisper, looking at his panicked friend.

He’s always known that Kaminari tends to worry excessively whenever someone around him is ill or injured, and not because he’s grossed out, but because he’s never sure if what he does can actually help. His friends have realised it long ago一 that someone must have made Kaminari feel like he was too much to handle in the past, that they must have made him feel useless and unappreciated. His friends at UA, by tacit agreement, have collectively decided to never, ever make him feel that way again. Even Bakugou.

Kaminari shrugs, smiling under the mask. “S-sorry. T-tea, then?”

“Please? And, don’t apologise, bro.”

The boy gets up, pouring another glass of water and leaving it on the bedside table. “I’ll be back in- in a few minutes. A-are you going to be o-okay?”

Sero nods. Kaminari’s almost at the door when Sero calls his name, and he whips around.

“Y-yeah?”

“Bring some cards? If we get to- to skip cl一” a cough, “...to skip class, we can’t let the occasion go to waste.”

The other nods, enthusiastic, and bolts out of the room. Sero busies himself with his phone, scrolling mindlessly through the latest news and replying to the thousands of messages that his friends sent him一 lots “get well soon”, lots of threats by one particular friend, lots of people offering to share their notes, lots of pieces of advice on laundering bedsheets and airing out the room from another particular friend. He smiles, heart fluttering as his cheeks darkened slightly.

A knock on the door startles him as he drops the phone on his knees.

“May I come in?”

“Sensei!”

Aizawa steps inside the room, his face covered in a mask. He glances around, and soon returns his gaze to his student. “How are you feeling, Sero?”

“Better, th-thanks. Kaminari went to get me some honey tea.”

“And cards?”

“...And cards.”

Aizawa sighs, no real annoyance in this. He leans against the wardrobe, hands in his pocket. “Have you taken your antibiotics yet? Have you been drinking water?”

“I will, soon. And, yes, I have. Kaminari’s made sure of it.” Sero hums, pointing at the half-empty pitcher next to him. “S-sensei, why did you make him stay? You know he一”

“I made him stay because I know that he has trouble handling these situations. To teach him, and to make him feel more and more comfortable. Just testing the waters.” Aizawa explains, “I did not intend on using you as a guinea pig. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stay instead, or I can take you to Recovery Girl’s office.”

“No!”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“I m-mean, he’s doing great, I don’t mind.” he smiles, “I rather he gets comfortable with the situation with someone he knows.”

“Thank you, Sero.”

The man approaches the student, “Pardon me.” he says, and presses a hand to his forehead, “Hm.”

“I-it’s lower than before! Denki- I mean, Kaminari took my temperature a few minutes ago and it’s around 38°C now.”

A nod. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. You’re excused from class until you’re completely fever-free for twelve hours in a row.”

Aizawa makes his way towards the door. “No strenuous activities, no going outside and no class until you’re healed. And drink at least four litres of water a day. Three meals a day are also mandatory, Sero. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sensei.”

“Good.” a nod, “Rest up, kid. I’ll check on you later.”

Kaminari comes back a minute later, talking about how he met Aizawa in the corridor and moving the teacup dangerously, liquid sloshing inside the container but never spilling.

It’s probably the honey tea, or the antibiotics, or Kaminari’s blubbering, but Sero feels at peace, hazy, fuzzy.

He dozes off before they can even get the cards out.

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