#hacker blanket

[cha0ticraven]

Lovely Hacker Blanket ! 😍

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

everybody's moral panicking about what The Apps are doing to The Children but nobody warned me what The Apps will do to the brains of kittens

[summertimemusician]

Honestly I find it really ironic that the one time I decide to try posting a fic related to the in between point of BOTW's story (because I personally can't see TOTK representing that inflection point, because of the whole founding of Hyrule thing and the lack of Sheikah tech, though I have thoughts about that I'll probably write down later), and another with the infection point of the Adult Timeline, whom I have many thoughts about because the implications delight me and I have way too many thoughts about it and how it relates to the First Hero's time and the rest of the Zelda Timeline and technically could relate to LU but I doubt anyone would want me to go off about it right now, Ao3 is fucking down because of a small minded hacker group that's generally homophobic, transphobic, likely way too conservative for my liking and posing as another minority to get clout and rage all over bit coin of all things.

It makes me want to laugh and cry hysterically.

[7s3ven]

FILE LOADING… tf 141 x hacker! reader

pt one

You needed a way to lighten your prison sentence and Task Force needed a hacker who actually knew what they were doing.

It was a win-win situation if it wasn’t for the fact that you always work alone. Teamwork? That was an unheard concept to you.

You, with a criminal record so long it could be used as a blanket. You who came from a mafia family so it’s no wonder such a sweet looking doll ended up in prison for stealing valuable files.

Task Force 141, an elite squad who had no idea how to spend their hefty pay checks. The idea of a special woman in their lives was merely a figment of their imagination until Laswell threw your files down in front of him.

You were young, barely twenty-seven. The tattoo ink decorating your body with feminine designs was a harsh contrast to your background. And when you sneered at the camera, it gave a perfect view of your tongue piercing and gems adorning your teeth.

In short, you were the perfect little thing they could spoil.

“Reaper? Why do they call her that?”

“Because it’s the last name you learn before a bullet pierces your fucking skull. Once she steals your information, there’s no getting it back. And when she shares it with your enemies, you’re a deadman walking.”

[terraswallows]

I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?

A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.

A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.

Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.

Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.

Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.

OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.

A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.

A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.

A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.

Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.

Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.

Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.

I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.

So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?

[motherofdogs1010]

Guys Not My Age I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: They say sometimes older men are better when it comes to relationships, but Y/N finds that isn't always the case when she wakes up in bed with a certain younger man after breaking up with a certain Winter Soldier

Warning: 18+ only, age gap relationship, older woman/younger man!, everyone is over 18!, fratboy!Peter Parker, cheater!Bucky, computergenius!reader, hacker!reader, toxicex!Bucky, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex, eventual pregnancy

A/N: Re-write of 'Need to Know'

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Her head throbbed and pulsated as she begun to wake up.

The overall shittyness of a hangover taking over her body as the loud, blarming phone alarm rung hard in her ears as she groaned. She buried her face into the pillow as she felt movement coming from next to her, immediate confusion filling her mind as she heard, "Shit, sorry. Forgot that I had the stupid alarm on."

She recognized that voice even with it being laced with grogginess and sleep as she snapped open her eyes, wincing from the daylight that peeked over the curtains.

She was met with an unfamiliar room that looked like the standard college dorm: books and notes in an slight mess on the desk with a laptop hanging by it, posters on the walls and the distinct sound of boys laughing and footsteps coming down the halls.

Turning her head, her eyes widened as the memories of the previous night filled her as she resisted to gulp as she was met with the shirtless image of Peter fiddling with his phone.

The memories of the night before felt like a tidal wave washing over her as she remembered having gone out to drinks with the Avengers team to celebrate their latest takedown of yet another Hydra compound (she handled hacking into the tightly encrypted computers) and she knew Tony had partly also wanted to take her out to get her back out onto the dating scene.

She watched as Peter scratched his head for a moment, seemingly beginning to wake back up as she came to the realization of her naked body under the blanket and the realization of her memories being confirmed as she saw a glimpse of the scratches on Peter's back.

Sitting up as she tugged up the blanket, she wondered how the hell she was suppose to do a walk of shame out of her as Peter said, "anyway, want to get breakfast?"

"What?"

Peter tilted his head a little, "want to get breakfast? I thought since we were getting along so well..."

The ache between her legs from last night a reminder of how well they got along.

It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it or anything, but it was the realization that she had slept with someone nearly ten years younger than her.

"Peter, I'm-"

"I know. You're 30 and I'm 21, I don't care." Peter shrugged and she couldn't help but get distracted by his strong physique. "I told you I don't want a girl my age, I've wanted you."

It made her heart clench at statement.

"All I'm asking for is you take a chance", Peter pleaded, bringing their lips into a soft kiss.

It made her melt.

"Fine. One chance."

Peter grinned.

"But I refuse to be seen by a bunch of frat boys so you better make sure they clear out of here. I'm too old to be dealing with that."

"You're barely 30, no even that old."

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My baby face makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the second main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute baby face", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her waist.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink. "When it comes to two consenting adults, of course."

She wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

~

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter groaned as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter whined as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

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Sometimes Y/N wondered what Peter had been like before he went to Empire State and joined his fraternity, and in this moment as they sat across from one another at one of the on-campus cafes, she figured maybe this might have been it with how he fidgeted a little.

"Nervous?" she mused, "this was your idea."

"I can't be nervous on a date with a pretty girl?" Peter remarked and she chuckled.

"Not after last night." Peter grinned and ran a hand through his fluffy, chocolate brown hair. "Besides, this isn't a date. This is you trying to convince me why I should go on a date with you."

"Sorry, it's just... I've liked you for awhile, but I didn't say anything because-"

"Because of Bucky?"

Peter looked down sheepishly and Y/N reached over to grasp his hand.

"And then when you two broke up, I didn't think it would be right to tell you because of how everything went down."

"You're doing a lot better than he did", Y/N said. "I appreciate that you waited, Peter. That's really sweet of you."

Peter grinned a boyish grin that Y/N couldn't help, but replicate back at him.

~

She had agreed to a date with Peter.

In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but think of the thoughts that others might have with her being seen with Peter. She examined her face in the mirror, trying to see if she had any wrinkles, age-related blemishes and sighed.

"You look stressed." Slightly startled, Y/N turned around to find Nat standing the doorway of her room with a curious look on her face.

"Just a little."

"Where are you off to? Hot date tonight?" Nat asked with a grin.

"About that", Y/N trailed off, looking at her outfit.

A white, blue-floral printed dress that cinched at the waist and was off the shoulder adorned her body with her keeping her makeup clean and simple, and her face loose and away from her face.

"Who's the lucky person?"

"Peter."

Nat was silent for a moment as Y/N felt the pit of anxiety in her stomach at the thought of her friend's judgement before Nat said, "well damn, didn't think the kid had the balls to make a move."

"What?" Y/N asked as she went to grab a pair of platform sandals.

"Anyone would working sense could tell the kid was eyeing your ass all the time", Nat nonchalantly said with a shrug. "Don't tell you didn't notice?"

"I noticed", Y/N defended, slipping her feet into the shoes. "I just thought it was because he was young."

"I also take it that you were with him when you disappeared from the club?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she looked away before Nat let out a laugh.

"Damn, you have to tell me all the details when you get back", Nat teased. "But I'm glad you're getting back out there again."

"You don't think it's weird? With me being older than Peter?"

"If men in their sixties can date women young enough to be their daughters, why can't you go on a date with a younger guy?" Nat shrugged.

Y/N gave Nat a smile and sucked in a breath.

"So, how do I look?" Y/N asked, posing for a moment.

"Like Parker will most likely fuck the shit out of you."

"Perfect."

Peter texted her not too long after that he had arrived and in an air of her favorite perfume, she met him out in the living room of the compound.

A sense of satisfaction fell over her as she noticed Peter's eyes raking over her body as she took in his appearance. His hair slightly gelled away from his face, a white button down shirt and black slacks framed his body.

They were alone in the living room, a rare event since the space always had at least one person present but apparently not today.

"You look amazing", Peter complimented, stretching out his hand and grasping hers.

He gently pulled her towards him as his eyes hungrily stared into hers.

"Thank you", she said with a small smirk. "I thought you'd enjoy this. Never worn it before."

Lost in their own world, they never noticed a certain figure hanging around the corner, seething as he watched Peter met her lips in a soft kiss.

His metal hand clenching into a fist as he turned away, fuming at the sight before him.

TAGLIST

@theoraekenslover

[gloomwitchwrites]

Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Requests: open (boundaries/rules)

Task Force 141 AUs:

Mechanic // Mafia!Price & Bodyguard!Ghost // Demon // Teacher // Rodeo // Single Dad // Apocalypse // Biker // Neighbor // Knight // Viking // Hacker // Hitman // Pub Owner // (Summer) Olympics // (Winter) Olympics // Regency // PornStar // Gladiator // BlueCollar // Bodyguard // RockStar // MMAFighter

Task Force 141 (Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz Only):

Twins // Discipline // Pining // Pound Town // Ren Fest // Musician // Wedding Dress // Yoga // Party // Artist // Face Card // Weighted Blanket // Wrong Name // Mine // Pet // Clingy // Tornado // Mistletoe // Shave (ii) // Period Munch // No Kids (ii) // Scars // Late Nights // Lazy Day // Backshots // First Orgasm // Shaving // Hair Care // Self Care // Transmasc // Social Skills // Tics // College Care // Aftercare // Homesick // Proposal // Sleep Positions // Nightgown // First Time Dads // Toys // Pegging // No Kids // Pain // Breakdown // Return Home

Task Force 141 + Nikolai:

Sweet Treat // Cute // Tall & Strong // Sword Proposal

Task Force 141 + König:

Soft Steps // Shovel Talk // Venting

Task Force 141 + Alejandro:

Pride

Ghoap (w/ fem!reader):

Biker AU

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Ghosty Tree // Zoo-Garden // Arranged Marriage AU // NSFW Alphabet // SFW Alphabet // Vacation HCs // PDA HCs // Dark // Ex-Baby Daddy

John Price:

Outlaw AU // Crime AU // Bathing HCs // PDA HCs // Ex-Baby Daddy

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Yoga AU // NSFW Alphabet // Date Night HCs

John "Soap" MacTavish:

NSFW Alphabet // Protective/Possessive HCs

Nikolai:

NSFW Alphabet // Daddy Kink HCs

[heartsforvin]

WAKE UP CALL

week 3 !! i hope yall are loving these as much as i am !! <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem! reader

warnings: smut, fingering + oral (f receiving), somnophillia (consented !) , praise kink, use of pet names, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: vinnie tries something new with you, something you both thought could be a new, fun experience

you and vinnie were pretty open on what you wanted to try and what you didn't in the bedroom. so when the question of somnophillia came up, you smiled.

you didn't quite know what it was, so you had vinnie explain it to you. as he was, you smiled, already loving the idea.

"so you wanna try?" he asked, raising a brow at you as he smiles.

you couldn't help but smile too as you nodded. you couldn't lie, the idea sounded hot, and you really did want to try it.

vinnie's main concern was making sure you were one hundred percent okay with this. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or push limits and, or boundaries.

it was early morning, the sun was just peaking in as vinnie woke up. he glowed as the sunlight peeked through the curtains and onto his skin.

you were laying on your back, having just rolled over from your side. vinnie smiled, leaning down to press a light kiss to your cheek and forehead.

he smiles before gently lifting the blankets up and off around your waist. he can't help but feel excited when he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your shorts.

he carefully removes your shorts along with your panties, how he managed to do so without waking you, he doesn't know.

he smirks when he’s got you uncovered from the waist down. he thinks for a minute before carefully lifting your shirt up past your chest.

after he does, he watches you stir in your sleep and hopes to god you don't wake up right now.

you don't, and he quietly lets out a sigh of relief. he switches positions so he's laying on his stomach In front of you.

what a sight to see. he thought to himself. vinnie looks up at you sleeping peacefully and smiles.

this doesn't help the fact he woke up horny and needed just an ounce of relief. if it was watching you cum on his face or fingers or doing it himself.

he moves his hands to your thighs, squeezing the skin softly before moving them closer to your cunt.

he squeezes the skin of your inner thigh before moving his hands up your body and to your chest.

vinnie can't help but smile and softly chuckle when you shift slightly and moan softly when his hands meet your tits.

he squeezes them both again and watches as your legs close in a bit. he's quick to carefully open them for himself again without you waking up.

vinnie moves his hands back down your body, finally getting to where he wants to be the most. he watches as you clench and unclench, probably having another dream.

"fuck." he rasps quietly to himself a he watches you. he could probably cum right then and there just by watching the sight in front of him.

he doesn't though. instead, he moves his head and hand down to your cunt, taking one last glance at you before running has index finger along your folds.

he groans softly, watching the wetness coat his fingers, absolutely mesmorized by the sight in front of him.

his left hand travels slowly up your body, squeezing the skin of your chest as he moves your hand along your wet folds again.

his middle finger finally pushes inside you, making him moan softly at the sight. he pumps his finger slowly, getting you worked up before going all in.

after seconds of silence, he's almost positive he heard a faint whine leave your lips, making him smile.

that's when he takes the subtle hint to add another finger, moving his thumb to your clit as well. he watches your legs start to close in on him, but quickly pushes them open.

he groans softly a his fingers move in and out of you as he rubs tight circles on your clit.

vinnie notices you stir in your sleep again and he stops all movements for a minute, making sure you're still asleep.

he moves his thumb from your clit and replaces it with his tongue, making you subconsciously moan again.

vinnie smiles against you, fingers moving in and out of you again, but at a faster pace this time. his tongue prods at your clit, making vinnie groan.

"come on baby," he whispers, moving his face slightly and continues to pump his fingers. "be a good girl f'me."

he watches you clench around his fingers and moans at the sight. his mouth is on your clit again, proving at it as he hums against you.

before he can register what he's doing, his hips grind into the mattress, his arousal heightening at the mere actions he's doing to you.

"fuck mama." he rasps against your cunt, his movements against the bed plus what he's doing to you is making him restless.

vinnie looks up at you through his lashes, seeing that you're still asleep. he can tell you're getting close, he can feel it.

he flicks his tongue against your clit a few more times before replacing it with his thumb again.

his left hand travels back up to your chest, squeeing your left breast. "shit." he groans.

your cunt squeezes around his fingers again as his pace quickens. he can see some of the white substance leak out of you and he smiles. "s'pretty." he whispers.

his thumb is rubbing harsh circles on you as his fingers curl inside you. he moves his hand from your cunt completely and replaces it with his mouth.

his tongue circles your clit for a few seconds before he moves to your hole, fucking you with his tongue.

he hears you softly hum in your sleep again and squeezes your tit with his hand in almost an encouraging way.

"cum f'me, sweetheart." he rasps against you before moving his mouth back on you again.

your hips move in a circular motion, grinding against his face subconsciously. vinnie moans against you, hoping that'd help spur you on.

it does, before vinnie can encourage you by words, you're cumming on his face.

vinnie laps up your juices dripping out of you. he lifts himself from you, chin glistening with your cum.

he smiles at you as you finally stir awake. "morning, sunshine." he greets softly.

you smile, intense pleasure still coursing through you. "hi." you reply quietly.

vinnie gives you a kiss, still coming down from the high of eating you out and fingering you as you slept.

you laugh softly when you feel his wet lips on yours. that's when you finally taste it, and your furorw your brows.

"that wasn't just a dream, was it?" you ask, smile spread across your face.

vinnie shakes his head. "way better than a dream." he whispers.

you smile, not believing he actually did it. you nod in agreement as you lean in to kiss him again before you offer him some help.

omg hii !! i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did !!! definitely not rushed like last weeks so i love how this turned out !!

tags: @cosmicanakin , @anqeliclust , @sturnioloshacker , @submattenthusiast , @visualbutterflysworld , @khackerr , @slvthrs , @leqonsluv3r , @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom , @khxna , @eddieslut69 , @louloulemons-blog , @hallecarey1 , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @kriissy4gov , @kayleighh , @skye-44 , @miilzzy , @supabhad , @nativegirltapes , @laylasbunbunny , @bernelflo , @jpg3 , @defnotayonna

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Comfortable

Vinnie Hacker x Y/N - Drabble - 1.4K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: slight angst, dry humping, setting boundaries, consent checks, Vinnie being sweet, lust, SMUT, i really cooked with this one guys - it slaps harder than your mom, female reader, praise like a mf because you deserve it pookie bear, moaning, absolutely pathetic man - as they should be, L bombs, no penetration

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You smiled politely, thanking Vinnie as he held the door open for you. You’d been to his house before but today was different. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night for the first time. Initially you were excited thinking of all the fun stuff you and him could do and not have to worry about going home. Now… all you could feel was nervous. Your friends had convinced you that his intentions weren’t all pure. Obviously he expected something physical or else he wouldn’t have asked you to stay. You liked Vinnie. A lot. Begrudgingly you were even starting to consider the forbidden L word. And he had been nothing but a gentleman, never pushing you beyond your comfort. Yet your mind swam with anxieties of what you would do or say if things got to a point you didn’t want to pass. You set your bag down with your shoes once inside, looking around at his decorations. The house smelled like him, sweet but gentle and earthy. You felt Vinnie’s arms sneak around your waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck where he placed a gentle kiss. You smiled, enjoying his presence.

Turning your head, you kissed his cheek “Wanna watch a movie?” you asked.

“What movie?” he mumbled. 

“Labyrinth, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or Princess Bride?” you said giving him options.

“Princess Bride, hands down.” he said, squeezing your hips. 

You chuckled, turning out of his grip so you could go to the living room. You flopped on the couch, enjoying the many blankets Vinnie had thrown out before you got there as he mentioned building a pillow fort. Vinnie walked into the kitchen as you went and sat on the couch. 

“Wanna put your pajamas on while I make the popcorn?” he asked as he took out a bowl and grabbed the microwave popcorn bags.

You nodded with a smile, happy he wanted you to be comfortable. When you returned from changing in the bathroom you saw Vinnie in the kitchen without a shirt. How did he look so hot doing the most mundane tasks? “Popcorn needs to be made shirtless?” you sassed.

Vinnie laughed, “The butter exploded.”

“Rookie mistake.”

Vinnie brought the giant bowl of popcorn over, sitting it on the two of your laps so you could cuddle. Towards the end of the movie your eyes felt heavy, not in a sleepy way but in a relaxed way. Completely comfortable and happy. The warm expanse of his chest against your cheek, his arm circling your waist. You never wanted to move. You leaned up, kissing his cheek sweetly. 

“What is it baby?” Vinnie said, his eyes tracing every curve of your face. He smiled seeing how relaxed you look.

“I’m just… happy.” You said with a content sigh.

Vinnie ran his hand up and down your waist, his warmth made you lean into him even more so your foreheads were touching. His hand stilled on your hip, letting the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched, your hand flying to his. 

“Sorry…” was all you could think to say.

Vinnie’s eyes softened, his hand moving from your waist to cradle your face, “Baby, you never have to be sorry for having boundaries. We never have to do anything you don't wanna do.” he smiled at you sincerely. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I just…  is this the only reason you wanted me to stay over?” you asked, not meeting his gaze, your voice felt small. 

“Honey, of course not. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I guess I just… wanted to make you feel… good?” he said, sounding a bit shy. A slight pink settling on his cheeks. 

You sat back a little bit, your mind was stunned with that little revelation. Nobody had ever done that for you before. Focused on your pleasure more than theirs. You looked between his eyes and his lips with want.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

You nodded.

“I need you to say it baby.” he said, leaning in slightly.

You closed the gap, your lips meeting his gently. But you wanted more; you wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. 

He responded to your touch, holding your angelic face. You gave into yourself - fuck what your friends said. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You sat up, as did Vinnie so you were both sitting up on the couch instead of laying down. You straddled his lap as he leaned back against the cushion, admiring the view of you taking control. 

“Is.. is it ok if we just make out?” you asked.

“Of course,” Vinnie said, holding your hips. “Anything else?” he asked.

“Feel me, kiss my neck… Please…” you stuttered slightly, already wildly turned on by him. 

Vinnie nodded, leaning forward to kiss up your stomach before pulling you closer and pushing your hips down so you were flush against his lap and finally face to face. One of his hands clasped around your throat but didn’t squeeze, he wanted to guide you. He gently pulled you to him, kissing you softly before you sped up, needily feeling over each other. Your tongues tangled together before he moved on to kiss down your neck sloppily. He gave you a slight nip, testing the waters. When you moaned at the contact he gave you another, and another, and another. Smoothing his tongue over them to relax the slight pain. Your breaths were erratic, your heart pounding fiercely. 

“You ok?” he asked, checking in with you.

You smiled at him hazily, still lost in the feeling of him. You nodded slowly.

“Words baby.” he said, kissing your neck softly trailing up from your neck to your cheek. 

“Please don’t stop.” you said, out of breath.

Vinnie bit his lip as he looked up at you. You were flush, looking needy for him. Your eyes looked hungry, feral. Vinnie slowly pushed your hips down so you were grinding against his clothed cock. He was unbelievably hard. “How’d you get hard so quick?” you chuckled softly. 

“Because it knows you want it.” he mumbled, his voice deep and heavy with lust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, slowly starting to rock you back and forth. The thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to dull the pleasure the grinding was doing for you. You let your eyes roll back, letting him take the lead and guide your body - as long as it pleasured you. 

“So pretty baby… so so pretty… so good…” he mumbled between kisses he left over your chest. “Can I suck your tits?” he asked.

You moaned at the very thought, quickly lifting your shirt, not wearing a bra under your pj’s. 

Vinnie attached his lips to your chest, kissing and sucking over your nipples. He never stopped moving your hips and you felt the heat in your lower belly start to spread. Your legs started to shake, unable to hold you up. Vinnie held your waist to keep you up while his other hand kept grinding you into him through your orgasm. When you slumped against him trembling and twitching he relaxed his hold on you and stopped grinding into you. He placed a few soft kisses on your cheek as he held your face in his hands. 

“You look really pretty when you cum.” he smiled at you.

You covered your face, for some reason you felt embarrassed.

Vinnie laughed at your shy antics, “And you feel so soft, every part of you.” he said, trailing his hand to your breast before giving it a slight squeeze making you let out a squeak.  

“Did you feel good? Like everything we did?” he said, checking in with you.

You nodded, “Yes.”

Vinnie kissed your cheek once more before gripping the back of your thighs and carrying you to his bedroom. He set you down on the bed. Admiring you as he looked down at you. “Wanna cuddle?” he asked.

You nodded, crawling under the blankets. Vinnie smiled hopping in with you. He pulled you close so your head was resting on his broad chest, his hand tangled in your hair as he massaged your scalp. His free hand rested on your waist to keep you close. 

Right on the verge of sleep, completely vulnerable you let it slip. “I love you.” you said barely above a whisper.

Vinnie hardly heard you over the TV but his eyes snapped down to look at you. Your face was so peaceful, your breaths even and relaxed. “I love you.” Vinnie whispered before kissing the top of your head. He settled in letting himself slip away as well, enjoying the feeling of you next to him as he drifted off.

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Naboo's Note:

this man has me in a chokehold unfortunately - enjoy cookies <3 XOXOXOXOXOOXOXXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ducksido]

Haiiiiii! How are u? I have an EVIL idea, very evil😈 Idia with entomologist reader? 😈 like Idia is just playing a fight video game, when somehow, a moth ended up in his room, and he’s like AHHHHHHHWTFGETITOUTOFHEREAHHHHHH but readers super happy, yapping about that moth species and Hes like « I love ur rambling but pls get that demonic creature out of here »

YUPPIE! YUPPIE!

Idia was deep into a boss battle—his character's health bar hanging by a pixel, his fingers a blur over his keyboard, sweat on his brow, and his hair crackling an ominous red.

"Just one more hit—come on, come onnnn—YES!! CRIT DAMAGE, GET REKT LOSER—"

A faint flutter filled the room. Something small and dusty-brown spiraled past his monitor.

"…What… what was that." He paused. His eye twitched.

The moth reappeared. Hovering. Menacing. Eyes filled with unknowable eldritch wisdom.

Then it dive-bombed the screen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!" Idia launched himself off the chair, sending his headphones flying. "WHO SUMMONED A DEMON?! WHO DID A RITUAL?! IS THIS THE MOTHMAN???"

Enter you, bouncing in, starry-eyed.

"OH MY GOSH THAT’S A Polyphemus moth!!! You NEVER see those in the wild anymore!! Look at its eye spots! That’s DEFENSIVE MIMICRY, IDIA!! DEFENSIVE MIMI—"

"Y/N please," he whimpers from the corner of the room, hugging a blanket, "I love you and your bug TED Talks but that thing has like... a hundred legs and evil in its soul."

"It has six legs. And no soul. It’s just vibing." You scoop the moth up with reverent hands like it’s baby Jesus. "Look at her!!! SHE'S SO PLUMP!!!"

"I’m gonna pass out."

You beam. "Do you wanna hold her??"

"Absolutely not," he says instantly, blue again and shaking like a leaf. "She looked me in the eye. I saw my death. I’m gonna uninstall life.exe."

You gently shoo the moth out the window and turn back to him with a grin.

"You're such a baby."

"You’re such a cryptid."

"But you love me."

"Yeah…" he grumbles, burying his face in your hoodie, still trembling. "Unfortunately…"

(continuation:)

It started with one beetle terrarium. Just one. A nice, unassuming glass tank full of soil, leaves, and what Idia thought were little rocks.

Until one of the "rocks" moved.

"AAAAAGH—WHY DOES IT HAVE HORNS?!" He screamed and nearly spilled his energy drink. You turned from your desk, lovingly holding one of your Hercules beetles.

"Isn’t he majestic? I named him Shiny Daddy Hercules! He’s the king of this tank."

"That's the name of a boss in Eternal Blight VII. You’re summoning demons with style, huh?"

"But look at his elytra! He’s a literal tank. That horn is for mating displays!"

"Mating?!" Idia scooted three feet farther away from the terrarium. "You're telling me that guy’s whole vibe is like ‘hey baby, check out my forehead sword’?? That’s horrifying."

Still, you noticed something…

Despite his protests (screeching), Idia always glanced at the tank when he thought you weren’t looking.

You caught him once leaning in, eyes wide, whispering:

"Yo... is that the one with the little butt antennae? He's doing a moonwalk… Bro’s got moves."

"That’s TapTap, the click beetle," you said from behind him, making him jolt like you hit him with a lightning spell. "They do that to flip themselves over."

"...Click beetle. That’s kind of… hacker-cool, actually," he mumbled, cheeks slightly pink.

Later that week:

You walk into his room and find a smaller terrarium next to his PC setup.

"...Idia. Is that a new enclosure?"

"NO." He slams his hands on the lid like he’s hiding nuclear secrets.

You peek.

Inside: One shiny little rainbow stag beetle. With a name tag that reads “Sir Byte, Knight of RAM” in his handwriting.

He sulks as you beam at him.

"Whatever. I saw him in the bio lab and he looked sad. So I… heroically rescued him. Stop smiling like that. Don’t make it weird."

"You love bugs now."

"I love you. The bugs are… inoffensive. Kinda. Some of them. Don’t tell them I said that."

[forsaken-headcanons]

ALL OF YOU

EVERY MOD

EVEN LEET

GIVE ME A HEADCANON YOU HAVE

RIGHT NOW!!!!!

/nf

OK AY OKAY OKAYOAY. OKAY SO. this is based on a fic we read ok. code is to robloxia like how atoms are to us. EVERYTHING is made of code, which is why 007n7 is so feared. imagine if a scientist in our world somehow figured out how to manipulate atoms. it's terrifying. hacks work by just rearranging the atoms everywhere into something the hacker wants them to be, and in terms of ones that affects people, it's lit just controlling their atoms and using them to fling em across the map n stuff. robloxians who study code are called haxologists. the term "hacker" came around when some haxologists started using their knowledge to fuck around, and the word "haxor" was its ancestor term before "hacker" came around. yeag !! —mod c00lkidd!!

This was from a while ago but I still think it's pretty neat ^-^ ahem

Two Time feels spiritually connected to the number 2. If they can help it, they always needs things in pairs or at least an even number, or did things twice in a row. Knocked on doors twice, made sure there were 22 flowers in their bouquets, had their ritual candles in pairs etc etc. If they ran into anything related to the number 2 naturally they would take it as a sign from the Spawn too. Viewed it as an additional, personal connection they had with the Spawn.

On February 22nd, 2:22 AM, Two Time killed Azure by stabbing their knife into him- twice. - Mod Taph 💥

Headcanons, headcanons, hmm... I submitted one a while ago about 007n7 having some form of nesting habit. He would arrange pillows into round shapes to sleep better and half-bury c00lkidd in blankets any time that child is sleepy. kid will have 1 (one) hole between the pillows to breathe through and he loves that. he may not be able to buy many gifts, but he can spoil his son in other ways like The Pile[tm]. -Mod Two Time

Yay, our own headcanons. In my eyes, the admins were among the first to be forsakened. First starting with Builderman, followed by Shedletsky, then Dusekkar. I feel the spectre had ulterior motives by taking out some of the worlds most important people out of everyday life, letting chaos follow their disappearance. -Mod Missletsky

I don't really have anything to offer you, as I am not the most creative person when it comes to these types of things. I'm pretty much a basic bitch, I admit to it. But I certainly do love listening to all of you speak about your precious and make silly heacanons about them! :~] – Mod Ferland🌱

[mosaickiwi]

Leaping In

Goofy mushy thing since it’s been almost a year of writing... them✨ I’m normal! 💥🎉 (sai’s froggydacted fic part 2 teehee)

Gender neutral reader!! <- idk when i stopped saying this but it applies to everything i write fjdsakljfsla

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Careful of their contents, you tore away packing tape on box after box of assorted items, then scribbled a description of the items on each one. It'd taken a while, but you finally got around to moving in with your long term partner. 

In your excitement to take that next step, the thought of actually labeling anything had slipped your mind during the few days off you scrambled to pack with their much needed help. So while [REDACTED] brought more and more boxes into his living room—suspiciously turning you into a prisoner from the way he piled them all around you like walls of a fort—you had to figure out what everything was to make sure nothing was forgotten from your crummy apartment. Before your landlord broke in to play finders keepers.

It was on what must’ve been the fourteenth trip back from the moving truck that he paused to watch you, setting down another few boxes to reinforce the barricade you'd just dismantled. 

“That one's all your Attack on Giants merch,” he said, arms crossed and fingers drumming atop the highest peak of the cardboard castle.

You stopped halfway through opening said box in your lap, then pried it open anyway. Sure enough, it was full of manga volumes, some figurines still in display packaging, and a few Haruko plushies. One in particular that they'd bought you on that first awkward date at the pier. The poor thing was a little frayed and flat from how often you slept with it held tightly to your chest.

Uncapping the marker in your hand, you wrote ‘AoG’ on a spot where the tape wasn't too damaged. You pushed the box to the side to grab another. But he spoke again. 

“Blankets,” they said about the large, flat box in front of your outstretched hand. “Dishes,” to a small one you stood up to grab from a further pile in your prison.

“Ren,” you huffed and looked up at him accusingly. “Do you already know exactly what's in all of these, then?”

“...F’the most part, yeah.” He smiled and pointedly tapped on the box under his arms. “This one's some of your other plushies. You didn’t leave anything.”

“And you didn't stop me earlier because…?”

They shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Easier t’keep you in one place.”

So he was trying to trap you. 

Without a word you walked over to label the box, the marker squeaking loudly against the tape next to his hand. You grabbed their arm once you finished—since they clearly weren't planning to leave—and gave him a label of ‘my spouse’ on the back of his hand, along with a few hearts around it.

His eyes glittered with more excitement than usual. You might've done a little too much. “Shit, don't tattoo that,” you quickly muttered. From the way he looked to the side with a pout, you could tell he seriously considered the idea. “Wash it off later, okay? I’ll give you something else.”

The hacker immediately smiled brighter as you carefully leaned over the tower of boxes to give him a better gift. 

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

[REDACTED] went back to unloading the truck, begrudgingly making an entrance to the cardboard fort before he left. You started unpacking your clothes first since he’d pointed them all out to you. As you finished arranging them in the closet and drawers of your room, you found a few things out of place at the bottom of those boxes. 

Some of the hats, beanies, and scarves that you'd ‘robbed’ him of. And of course he let you keep whatever you wanted, so eventually a handful ended up in your everyday wardrobe in autumn and winter while others went unused.

But they didn't need to stay with you anymore. You could take them again whenever you wanted now. Along with everything that was his, he was yours. 

You gathered them all into one of the smaller boxes and hurried off to his room. The prison in the living room hadn’t gotten much bigger, and your blue eyed boyfriend was nowhere to be seen as you peeked in to check. Probably trying to take the last few boxes in one trip, you supposed. 

The closet door was ajar in their room when you arrived and you slid it open the rest of the way with your foot. Always clean and neat, not a thing was out of place about his signature black—with hints of gray or dark blue, when they felt like it—clothing.

Save for the soft, knitted green froggy hat that caught your eye on one of the shelves. You set your box next to it and picked it up, toying with the puffed up eyes sewn at the top. 

It found its way into their everyday wardrobe, thanks to your occasional teasing after he went along with your prank. Once in a while he’d wear it, and you never even had to ask. Contrasted with his usual appearance it certainly stood out in a crowd. But it always looked comfortable and cute on him. 

The fabric felt softer than a plushie. You wondered how comfy it really was, seeing how you'd never worn it yourself. But you couldn’t get sidetracked. Reluctantly, you put the silly hat back and got to work.

Only a few items had been put in their rightful places when the prized possession caught your eye again barely a minute later. It looked so sad on the shelf all alone, the little sewn-on smile tugged at your heartstrings. You had to wear it. There was enough unpacking done already. You could stand to use a break, even for a second.

You hurried to grab it, humming to yourself as you lifted it into the air.

“Angel,” the hat’s real owner suddenly called. Their gentle, raspy voice sounded closer than you expected. You looked up to find your ever so silent stalker of a boyfriend watching you from the doorway with an amused gaze. Your eyes went wide and you froze, the froggy hat held high in your grasp as if you were crowning royalty. “Robbin’ me again, love?”

Your face felt warm. “...Um, no,” you lied unconvincingly, too embarrassed to sound calm. “I'm actually returning things.”

“Hm. ‘Think this one suits y’better than me, though.” [REDACTED] stepped closer to pluck the hat from your hands. The soft, knitted fabric slid over your head, then he gently adjusted the ear flaps. “Cute.”

Before he could make another comment, you scrambled to offer a different topic. “Did you finish unloading? You could help me with unpacking in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, give me a minute.” His cool fingers moved to frame your face and lightly squish your heated cheeks. Pale blue eyes sparkled less with mischief, more focused now as they slowly looked you over in silence. He was probably tucking the sight away in his mind to tease you about later. “I'm real happy you moved in,” he said quietly.

Oh. You didn't expect that. “Me too.”

He smiled at your agreement and kissed your forehead, then leaned down. “Really happy,” he repeated between soft pecks to your lips.

Those few innocent kisses soon turned to longer and longer ones that left you wanting. Eventually you had to pull a few inches away with a hand placed to their chest. Tempting as it was to get distracted, there was a lot left to do.

He seemed to read your mind, cheeks tinged pink as he wrapped his hand over yours to keep you close. The doodled label you'd given them earlier was still proudly displayed on their skin. “So… kitchen?”

You nodded. And then got embarrassed all over again when he readjusted the hat that slipped to obscure your vision with fuzzy green fabric in the process.

“Maybe I should leave this here for now,” you said as you yanked it off. The hat plopped awkwardly in the box still full with the rest of his stuff and stared back at you. “I’ll put it away later, I swear. I’m not stealing it.”

Your partner said nothing, thankfully. Only smiled and led you out of the room by your entwined hands. You were careful not to smudge the inked letters on the back of their palm.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Rating: Mature

Warning: Vinnie being a munch..oral (fem receiving), reader has some thicc thighs MDNI!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category: F/M

Fandom: Vinnie hacker...

Relationships: Vinnie Hacker x black f reader

Summary: Vinnie being a munch before his stream...

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Vinnie’s POV

It’s not often I get the luxury of waking up before her, but when I do, I make the most of it. The early morning light spills through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her smooth brown skin. She’s curled up on her side, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair is freshly done—a crown of thick, shiny braids that she got done yesterday. She looks like a goddess.

But that’s not why I’m awake. No, I’ve been staring at her thick thighs peeking out from under the covers for the past five minutes. Those thighs that drive me insane every single time. I swallow hard, knowing I have a full day ahead of me—a 24-hour stream I promised my fans—but before I let the day steal me away from her, I have to make this moment ours.

I shift carefully, peeling the blankets off her without waking her. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent, and I freeze. Once I’m sure she’s still asleep, I get to work, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing upward.

“Mmm... Vinnie?” Her voice is groggy, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in her tone.

“Morning, baby,” I mumble against her skin.

“Vinnie, what are you—” Her words cut off into a soft gasp as I slide her legs apart gently.

“Just let me take care of you,” I whisper, already lost in her scent, her warmth.

She moans softly, and I swear, it’s the best sound in the world. I take my time, savoring every second, every taste, every reaction. She tries to push my head away at one point, half-heartedly, but I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

“Vinnie, you’re such a—”

“A munch?” I finish for her, grinning against her.

Her laughter is breathy and light. “Yes. A damn munch.”

I don’t argue. She’s not wrong. I keep going until she’s trembling beneath me, her hands clawing at my shoulders and back. She leaves marks—I know she does—but I can’t bring myself to care. She tastes like chocolate-covered strawberries, and I tell her as much when she finally catches her breath.

“You’re insane,” she says, panting as she pulls the covers back over her.

“Insanely in love with you,” I counter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her braids smell like coconut oil and heaven.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” she mutters, but I catch the small smile tugging at her lips.

Fast forward two hours later, and I’m sitting in front of my PC, logging into my stream. I decided to stream shirtless today—partly because it’s comfortable, but mostly because she stole my shirt after I showered. Seeing her tiny frame swallowed up in my oversized shirt did things to me, but I had a schedule to keep.

“Yo, what’s up, chat?” I greet my viewers, running a hand through my hair. Comments flood in immediately, the chat scrolling so fast I can barely keep up.

“Bro, why are you shirtless?”

“Vinnie, what happened to your back??”

“Why are your lips so swollen???”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Man, y’all are nosy today.”

The questions keep coming, though.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Did you fall or something?”

I glance over at her sitting on the couch behind me, still wearing my shirt, her thick thighs on full display. She’s scrolling through her phone, pretending not to notice me staring.

“Nah,” I say, smirking. “No fight. No fall. Just... let’s call it ‘relationship perks.’”

Chat explodes.

“WHAT???”

“VINNIE EXPLAIN.”

“PERKS???”

She looks up from her phone and arches an eyebrow at me. “Relationship perks, huh?”

“What?” I shoot back, grinning. “It’s true.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, and that only makes me laugh harder.

About halfway through the stream, I’m taking a break to grab water when she wanders into the kitchen. She’s still wearing my shirt, and it’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing her soft, brown skin. She’s so tiny—barely reaching my chest, but she packs enough attitude for someone twice her size.

“Hey,” I call out, pulling her into my arms before she can escape.

“Vinnie, you’re live,” she says, swatting at my hands, though she doesn’t pull away.

“They can wait,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then, because I can’t help myself, I add, “God, your thighs drive me insane, you know that?”

Her cheeks flush, and she smacks my chest lightly. “Shut up!”

“What?” I tease, spinning her around and planting her on the counter. “It’s true. You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

She bites her lip, trying to hide her smile, but I catch it anyway. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I love you,” I shoot back, leaning in to kiss her again.

By the end of the stream, the chat is still buzzing with questions about my lips, my back, and my overall mood. I ignore most of them, but when someone asks why I’m grinning so much, I can’t help but answer.

“Because life’s good,” I say simply. “And my girl’s even better.”

She throws a pillow at me from across the room, and I laugh so hard I almost fall out of my chair.

Life really is good.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hello! May i request the Yandere Prompt “Abused Darling Feels at Peace with Them” with Kafka, Silver Wolf, and Firefly?

Abused darling feels at peace with them

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

Thank you so much for requesting this prompt! I being wanting to write it but I had no idea with who

Kafka

Despite being a wanted criminal and wouldn't doubt on killing others if she has to Kafka is incredibly caring and gentle towards her darling, for her you are like the most precious treasure she could ever find, someone so beautiful and valuable that she most take good care of!

Kafka is not really going to take a no from your part, once she knows she wants you then she will take you with her and drag you to her side, however she is incredibly good with words and makes everything in her power to make sure you understand that you will be safe and completely loved at her side, wich is not a lie

Knowing that you have a past of suffering any kind of abuse trigger a protective side of Kafka, she doesn't really want to take away from you your freedom (specially if you already accepted her willingly) but she will try even more to make you feel safe and will become even more gentle, holding you close or always having an arm around you, even admiting what she is capable of without a shame just because she wants to show you how sincere and open she will be with you, her beloved darling, take advantage of you and become abusive like those jerks in the past did is the last thing you can expect from her

To go even further she even tell a bit of your backstory to the other sellaron hunters because all of them are like a big family, you must trust then too (even if you don't want to spent much time with them) because knowing how much you mean to Kafka then they will welcome you and protect you just like Kafka does

Getting to know that you feel safe and comfortable at Kafka's side is not a surprise in the slighest, it has being her biggest goal since she fell in love with you, however is something that make her feel prideful and happy, if you trust her then that means you love her too, you want to be with her just as much as she wants to be with you, so of course she will make sure to never betray that trust and make sure you never have to feel fear again, she will always be there for you

Kafka is quite interested on your backstory, she will ask once she knows you are comfortable enough to share it and will insist on hearing the details, she doesn't intent on trigger any kind of bad memory or even push you to a panic attack but she wants to know towards who and why is directed the anger and hate she is feeling right now, besides she wants to replaced the bad memories with good ones of your new life with her, doing similar things but with love and respect so when you look back the only thing you can remember is her and the love she has for you

Despite the anger she feels she will not try to go against the people who treat you bad in the past, she may send a warning leaving clear that is Kafka, the wanted criminal, the sellaron hunter, the merciless murderer, who has them in her sight and is ready to attack when they less expected, but at the end she doesn't directly attack them unless destiny leads her to where that people is, if she has a mision in a planet where those people are the she will take a moment of a blanket space on the scrip to pay them a visit, besides a few more deaths won't really make a diference in the plan

Silver Wolf

For Silver Wolf to fall in love is a tricky situation, since everything is a simple game for her for being the amazing hacker she is then you have to catch her attention, she either ignore your existance or put her full attention on you, there is no other way for Silver Wolf to grow to love you

Then again, for her everything is a simple game, once you manage to catch her attention enough for her to develop an interest that grow more and more over time then she will spend some time tracking down even the smallest details about you she can find just because she can, wich at the end is what lead her to grow obsessed

At first she didn't thought much about your past as a victim of abuse, she was annoyed by what people could do to other just for their selfish desires, but at the end it would be her own selfish desires what will lead her towards you (not that she cares but she admits it with ease, she is not hypocrite)

Silver Wolf always finds a way to get what she wants so having her darling at her side will not be diferent, however, even when the process to take you as hers may be sudden and even invasive once you are with her she takes things more easy on you, she understand that you may still be frighten (specially with knowing your past) so she will give you time to adjust and will actually take time to try and win your trust, she tries to always be honest with you and sincerily invite you over to hang out, you two can play videogames or simply watch something together

Since there is no way you can escape from her, Silver Wolf has no reason to don't give you some freedom and give you time alone, she actually respect your bounduries (but just physicaly, she is always connected to your phone and keep and eye on you), she waits until you are ready to open up personally and show or at least accept the affection, so when you finally feel comfortable enough to even say that you are at peace at her side she takes it as a personal victory, she is so proud of herself and this will lead her to just be more friendly and affectionate towards you

Silver Wolf has no shame on admiting that she already knows everything about your past but also is quick to let you know that she doesn't think less of you, she understands that you are the victim and even assure you that you shouldn't be ashame of it, it wasn't your fault after all. She is not good at providing comfort but she is incredibly good at reasuring you, she treats you with respect and is actually so attentive to don't trigger any bad memory, she pays a lot of attention to you and your reactions to make sure you are feeling safe and yet she insist that is just the normal thing to do (she even makes sure the other sellaron hunters don't cross your bounduries when hanging out with them but doesn't really give an explanation not that they will need it, they somehow understand)

When it comes to the people who have hurt you in the past is a tricky situation, she hates and despise that people and even make sure to know where they are and what are doing all the time but will not do anything unless the aftermath and scars of that abuse is getting in the way of her and her love for you, she is quite selfish in this because unless this trauma messes with your way to relate with her then she will not do nothing to them, but if she does then she will make sure to first make sure every single person knows what kind of monsters they are before ruining completely their lifes, leaving them without any other oportunity in life

Firefly

Now that Firefly has get another chance to live she is determinated to fight for that life, fight to be able to enjoy that same life and find a meaning of life and getting to know her darling is like if she has found the very reason of why is she alive, the reason why she should keep up with life. Firefly wants nothing more than be able to feel alive, to enjoy life, and now that you are in her life what she wants the most is be able to enjoy that same life with you!

Firefly is observant and smart, she is designed to detecta even the smallest details and be wary of her surroundings since she was born during a war, so it won't really take her a long time to notice the small hints of an abusive past, if you dont tell her directly then she will find out herself (besides, she doesn't really want to pry on your privacy, she wants to believe that you will eventually warm up with her and tell her everything about you), even if she noticed the hints quick Firefly will take a while to accept this fact, she is just too scare of accept it that she just tries to deny that someone has dare to do even just look down at you, you mean too much for her to process the idea of someone being physicaly or psychologically abusive towards you

One way of another a abusive past always affects the person and thats the same reason why she feels in rage when she finds out that you suffered from abuse in the past, more than hating what happen in the past Firefly hates how it affects your present, she wants to enjoy life at your side but how she can be at peace when she knows part of you still suffer and hold you back for what you have suffered?

Firefly alone is already caring and affectionate, she keeps her past and details about herself as a secret as long as posible because she want you to love her true self but always make sure to remind you that you are safe with her, she wants you to be happy and to make you happy, she is completely ready to get into a fight if it is to protect you, even if she has to reveal her true identity and get in her armor she doesn't care as long as you are safe

Firefly makes a lot of efforts to make you feel comfortable and safe around her and yet when she noticed that you do feel at peace with her despite the fact that she is a criminal and despite your past, even despite being her whole goal make you feel safe she still feel surprised when noticing that you feel at complete peace with her, that you can let your guard down and put your worries aside to simply enjoy life she feels her heart melting

Forgive her if she start crying when she notice it but she is just too happy of being alive right now, seeing you happy and comfortable at her side makes all those years of suffering all worthy and will lead her to vow to herself to keep protecting you with fer life, she will do everything in her power to make sure no one dares to even look down at you again, she will find a way to save you even from nightmares! Just wait and see

Although, the fact that you feel more at peace doesn't makes her rage dissapear, her feelings are things completely apart, she loves you just as much as she hates the people who have made you suffer and she will make sure to track down that people, nothing will stop her from using her strenght to destroy that people with one single merciless attack

[heartsforvin]

FIRST SLEEPOVER

thank you 🪼 nonnie for the request !! i hope you like it <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x shy!fem!reader

warnings: cussing, use of pet names, pure fluff otherwise <3

summary: it’s your first time spending the night at vinnie’s place

you were a very shy and closed off person. you loved your time alone and always had some trouble making new friends due to how shy you really were.

when you first met vinnie, it took you awhile to open up to him, to let you see the real you.

you never really cared that much for the dating scene. sure you had your moments where all of your friends were dating and you were left third wheeling, but it never bothered you too much.

so when vinnie showed up into your life out of the blue, you didn’t know how to act.

the two of you have only been together a little over four months, so the relationship was still quite new.

when you first met vinnie, it took you a bit to actually warm up to him and let yourself trust him.

you were also aware of his profession, which made you bit nervous, but he had reassured you saying it was all going to be fine.

meeting his friends and family was difficult for you, seeing as they were brand new people who you had never met.

“they’re gonna love you, you’ll be okay.” he told you reassuringly with a kiss to your head.

meeting his friends and family had gone well, and he was right, you were completely okay.

now, here you were with vinnie in his apartment watching a movie on the couch.

you were sat a few inches away from him, hera in the middle of you two. you saw vinnie looking at you through the corner of your eye, making you turn to face him.

“what?” you ask with a small laugh as you look at vinnie.

he shrugs, smiling at you as he holds his arm out. “come here.” he motions for you to sit by him.

you give him a weak smile. even if it has been four months, you still get those nerves, it was normal. your shyness played a role too, which you hated.

slowly, you move to lay by vinnie, putting your head on his chest but body still being stiff.

vinnie knew not to take it personally, that you were still getting used to things. “it’s alright sweetheart,” he reassured, rubbing your back. “just relax.”

you did, finally easing into him and enjoying the movie together. hours later, vinnie asked if you wanted to stay over since it was getting late, you were hesitant at first, but soon agreed.

he had ordered a pizza for you both and gave you one of his shirts for you to wear. once the food got to his place the two of you ate and relaxed the rest of the night.

once the end of the night came you were a bit hesitant to sleep in the bed with vinnie. this was your guys’ first sleepover, there was reason to be a bit nervous.

“you all ready for bed, princess?” vinnie came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder as you finished brushing your teeth.

you nod your head once you finish up. vinnie smiles and takes your hand, leading you to his room.

“hera usually comes in here in the middle of the night, so if you feel moment, it’s probably just her.” vinnie notifies, making you smile.

he lets you pick which side of the bed you want when he has his designated spot.

you get into the bed and curl up in the blankets as vinnie gets in too.

“comfy?” vinnie asks as he pulls you against him, you hum with a smile.

the two of you soon fall asleep for the night, not in each others arms, but close enough, and vinnie will take it.

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the next morning vinnie wakes up to him being practically on top of you, his arms wrapped around you.

he peppers kisses across your face, watching as you still lay asleep. once you finally do wake up, you feel vinnie’s lips on your skin and scrunch your face.

“g’morning, pretty,” vinnie says as he kisses your cheek. “are you blushing?”

you put your hands over your face with a giggle. “stop it.” you groan.

vinnie smiles as he pulls your hands away. “it’s cute,” he says. “you’re cute.”

your cheeks heat up again at the compliment and you laugh, thanking him.

“you’re adorable when you’re asleep you know? you were all up on me last night, it was co cute, the way you clung to me.”

pushing your head in the pillow you groan at his teasing. “vinnie stop.”

he laughs and pulls you up to face him. he kisses your forehead. “sleep well?”

you nod. “i was nervous at first, which you could probably tell,” you laugh. “but yeah, i slept well and had a fun time with you.”

he rubs your arm reassuringly with a smile. “good. hopefully this won’t be the last sleepover you have, because i plan to have many more with you.”

you smile. “i hope so too, it was fun, really. i know my shyness kind of gets in the way, but i do like spending time with you, really.” you reply.

vinnie kisses your head again and pulls you with him to get up out of bed.

he didn’t know what he had planned yet for the day, as long as it was spent with you, it didn’t matter what he did.

hiii i’m feeling A LOT better and finally got this out !! thank you 🪼 nonnie again for the request, i hope you liked it <33

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[notapradagurl7]

For Mr. Robot/Joey BadA$$: can you do a Leon x Fem!Reader as Elliot Alderson where around late November/early December the reader (as Elliot) meets with Leon and seduces and tells him while she makes out with him, she wants him to help her take down Whiterose, with Leon promising her to be her "loyal knight"

My Loyal Knight.

Pairings: Black Fem! Reader(Elliot Alderson) x Joey Bada$$ as “Leon” from Mr. Robot.

Summary: See Ask. You worked in a cybersecurity company but a skilled hacker by night, and crossed paths with Leon. When you headed to his house, you decided to come over not only for a seductive encounter, you expressed your desire for his assistance in bringing down Whiterose. Leon promises to be your “loyal knight”

A/N: I really appreciate this, lovely anon! 😌 I've been eager to write about Leon in Mr. Robot for weeks, but here it is! Please resume sending in your requests for Leon in Mr. Robot! I wrote this with a black woman in mind but all are welcome to read, Don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! ❤️🫡

WC: 4,641k.

Warnings: dirty talk, cursing, mention of violence, seduction, mention of murder, consensual for both parties, steamy make-out session, fingering(fem receiving), use of AAVE, reader embodying Elliot Alderson, praise, mental health, reader being stressed out, paranoia, anxious reader, PWP, love-smitten Leon, mention of masturbation, jealous!Leon, smut, voice kink, (if you squint), slight masochist reader.

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The biting chill of the winter air pressed against the windowpanes of your cozy apartment, sending a shudder through the old building. Each creak and groan echoed like a warning bell, a reminder of the impending winter that loomed over the city. 

You instinctively pulled the soft, woolen pink blanket tighter around your shoulders, seeking solace from the draft. 

The glow of your computer screen illuminated your face as you scrolled through lines of code, your mind racing by a second to second. 

You had been meticulously planning your next move against Whiterose, the elusive enemy lurking in the shadows of your digital world. 

The night still enfolds the world outside, yet your mind stirred restlessly, breaking the peaceful silence with a sudden, insistent thought that demanded your attention despite the hours of sleep you had already managed to steal.

The thought that motivated you was about taking down Whiterose, but somehow they returned to wreak havoc on everything and everyone you cared about. You couldn't allow this to happen—not to you, not to your best friend, and not to Leon.

With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you sprang up from your desk chair before turning off your computer and watching it fade to black, your socks gliding over the cool, smooth brown hardwood floors. 

As you gracefully navigated your way down the dimly lit hallway. Turning left, you made your way toward the warm bathroom, the faint scent of lavender from the air freshener lingering in the air ahead.

You flipped on the light switch before entering, completed your morning routine by showering, brushing your teeth, and washing your face, while the bright orange, circular light on the ceiling shone on your brown skin. 

Your brown pixie haircut framed your face, while your nose, lips, and determined brown eyes gleamed on that anticipated day.

It was a good thing you didn't have to worry about your hair since it was in a protective style, thankfully your aunt was a hairstylist. Free of worry, and free of charge was her motto and yours as well.

After that, you pulled on your familiar oversized black sweater and jacket, its fabric soft and worn from countless outings, enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. 

The jacket draped loosely over your frame, the sleekness of your black sweatpants, which pooled around your legs like shadows. Your matching black shoes, polished yet understated, each step soundless against the ground.

However, you couldn't shake the annoyance that crept in whenever someone tried to disrupt that harmony. 

As a final touch, you settled a snug beanie over your head, its warmth reassuring against the chilly air, shielding your ears from the cold.

It was one of the many days you spent with Leon, you couldn't wait for it. You stepped out of the medium-sized bathroom with ease, and headed back to your bedroom.

Having Leon as a friend felt comforting. He was chatty as hell, and his words flowed effortlessly, while you found solace in simply listening, responding with soft hums and nods. He could go on and on about literature and television.

With him, your social anxiety seemed to fade into the background, allowing you to feel momentarily at ease in a world that often felt overwhelming. 

Today, you planned to visit Leon at his home to discuss your upcoming plans on taking down Whiterose. The anticipation buzzed in your mind as you thought about finally seeing where he lived, a place you had never laid eyes on before. 

Curiosity tugged at you; you wanted to know more about the space that Leon inhabited. He had mentioned that his house was situated near a location you had purposely kept to yourself.

Did the Darkarmy mention that particular detail to him? The thought lingered uneasily in your mind. 

You brushed it off rather too quickly, and preoccupied your mind with something else. Walking out of your safest sanctuary known as the bedroom, heading for the front door, and unlock it by using a key giving a swift twist. Heading out into the chaotic world of danger, thieves, and liars.

He had saved you more times than you could count, stepping in with unwavering courage when danger lurked just around the corner. 

Leon was not just a friend; he was a valuable asset to you, he used work for the Dark Army and skilled enough to handle any weapon that crossed his path. But now, he was a freelance agent.

You two had been friends for what felt like a lifetime, but there was something deeper simmering beneath the surface, something that both excited and terrified you. 

His unpredictability was both a comfort and a risk, and you had learned to trust his instincts as much as your own. He was a force to be reckoned with.

From the harrowing nights when menacing figures tried to kidnap you, to those moments when he intervened at just the right time to protect you from various threats, you always felt a mix of gratitude and admiration for him.

You had a tendency to overthink everything, conjuring up detailed scenarios in your head that often skewed toward the dramatic. It wasn't hard to do, especially considering all the close calls you had faced together.

You maintained a steady, smooth pace as you maneuvered through the bustling crowd, with the city's lively energy pulsing around you. 

The noise that filled the streets quickly faded into an unexpected silence when you took a sharp left onto a narrow sidewalk, leading you into a gate to a shadowy path and no one followed behind you. The sign said “Don't enter, danger”

As you entered a dimly lit tunnel of concrete, a weathered green gate groaned softly, its hinges refusing as you pushed it open. 

Bursting through the gate, you stepped onto the sidewalk and approached a quaint cul-de-sac, where rows of charming houses stood shoulder to shoulder. 

Leon’s house was the light green one in the middle of the other houses. You could almost spot the television rays filtering on the curtains, which was too easy.

The street was bathed in the warm glow of orange streetlights that flickered like soft fireflies against the inviting dusk. 

Each house was adorned with four neatly arranged windows and light greens, bright reds and oranges, their facades simple yet inviting, and the towering trees stood sentinel in the back.

It looked as if the trees were protecting them from whatever was out there, as some would say that Mother Nature was on their side.

The lawns were meticulously tended, the grass trimmed short and free of any debris, enhancing the serenity, this looked like seemingly ordinary neighborhood.

It also had the kind of charm that felt both nostalgic and safe, as you approached Leon’s house, a wave of excitement bubbled within you.

But still, you couldn't shake the feeling that your relationship with Leon was on the verge of shifting. 

The stakes were high, and there was no telling how this mission would change the dynamics between you.

Leon was likely already inside, probably watching something on TV, a grin plastered on his face as he lost himself in his favorite shows.

You knocked on the door, the rhythm of your heartbeat syncing with the theme song that played on his television and spilled out into the night.

Seconds later, the door swung open almost immediately, revealing Leon with that signature smile. 

He sported a simple black tee shirt, a camouflage jacket with and matching pants pooled around his legs, his locs in two-strand twists swayed gracefully with a navy blue bandana atop his head, the jewelry in his hair glistened prettily. Two earrings in his ears shone brightly from the glow of the television screen. His socks on his feet and shoes rested beside the door.

You quickly kicked off your shoes, then placed them beside Leon’s shoes, your sock-clad feet made contact with the cool, brown hardwood floors.

His face lit up when he saw you, a wide grin breaking across his attractive face with his dark brown eyes on youZ

“What’s up Y/N? Glad you made it to my crib, make yourself right at home,” he exclaimed, his voice rich with joy from seeing you.

You felt the corner of your mouth curl up in a smile, and stepped right in, “Hi Leon, Thanks,” you replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. 

His house was a reflection of himself, the walls painted in chocolate brown were adorned with posters of classic movies and shows, and the few remnants of night binge-watching sessions littered across the polished brown coffee table. 

The decor of his house, reminded you of green mint chocolate bars, a blend of it all made you smile. Simple but not too much color in one space.

He flipped the light switch, casting an orange glow to the spacious yet tidy living room, the light sprawled out in the cozy ambiance, and your eyes resumed roaming the place, it was your first time here after all. Maybe you could live in this neighborhood with him, hidden from the city and in this quiet place. 

The flat screen television rested on the black dresser, steady in place, showing off a TV show called The Wire.

“I've been binge-watchin’ The Wire and I'm four seasons in but I gotta say, that show is a masterpiece, This one character, Omar is a good villain, everyone starts runnin’ like hell whenever he’s around,” Leon trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

You did the usual head nod and soft humming routine until your stomach growled in  middle of him talking, you liked to hear him speak, the way his Brooklyn accent left from his speech, the way his plump lips curled up into a smirk made those feelings come right back to you, it was only a crush though.

“I need to tell you something important, Leon,” You brought up, ripping the band-aid rather too quickly, hating that impulsive decision making side of yours.

He leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, raising an eyebrow. “I'm all ears, you know I'm down to help my girl out however I can.” 

His words sent a tingle through you, feeling the heat crept up on your cheeks. The way he said “my girl” felt like more than friendship, that unwavering loyalty he had for you made you grateful to keep him around.

He paused, his eyes locking with yours that made your heart race, “You hungry? My mom whipped up some bomb-ass food in the kitchen last night,”

You laughed softly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you then rubbed your stomach in circles, “Yeah, I could definitely eat,” you replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

You didn't want to dive into the heavy stuff just yet—there would be a time for that later. 

Leon leads you to the kitchen, where the scent of beef pot roast, roasted vegetables, and dirty rice, he had the table set with a casual flair, and mismatched plates. Both of you took the seat across from each other.

“Here you go, sit down and eat,” he said, a proud grin on his face as he passed you a plate of food.

“Got some drinks in the fridge, help yourself,” he replied, gesturing toward the kitchen as he plopped down on the safe green couch.

“Thanks, Leon,” you called over your shoulder, opening it and grabbing a water bottle before twisting the cap, and taking a sip. Closing the fridge quickly.

As you dug into the delicious meal, you heard the man ramble endlessly about the characters from The Wire, such as Marlo, Wee-Bey, Avon, and a few of the detectives. Leon expressed that the show deserved an award, talking about how unfair it was that the show didn't have one.

After finishing the meal and he washed the dishes, you both migrated to the couch, settling back into the plush cushions with him. Leon flipped through the channels aimlessly, but his attention quickly drifted back to you.

Leaning a bit closer, his gaze searching your gaze, he couldn't read your mind but he knew that you had something to say, he’s so damn observant. That almost scared you.

“You good, Y/N? You seem kinda distant,” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

You hesitated, biting your lip as you felt the tension rising, “Just…a lot on my mind, you know?” you trailed off, shrugging your 

“Yeah? Wanna talk about it?” His voice was low, and inviting, but you your head, felt a rush of boldness through your being.

“Not yet, I want to feel something with you,” you said, your voice sultry as you leaned closer to him. 

Leon’s breath hitched, and you could see the flicker of desire in his eyes. “What’chu want, then?” he asked.

“Touch me,” you blurted, your heart racing as you closed the distance between you two.

Your hand softly glided up his arm, the gentle material of his jacket obscuring your tender touch, yet Leon could still sense it; your gazes intertwined with fervor, and your fingers caressed his arm once more, this time with deliberate slowness and meaning.

Until Mr. Robot spoke up in the depths of your mind, “Are you seriously wasting your time right now? You have a mission to do, take down Whiterose! Go!”

Your hand desperately gripped and pulled on the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer as he caught on to the hint quickly, crashing his lips against yours, your mouth parted to moan, inviting him in before kissing him back again. Your tongue gliding across his upper lip, motivating his tongue to match with your pace.

You felt his fingers slide under the hem of your oversized sweater, his hand rubbing the small of your back, the softness of your brown skin made him groan in response, tasting the chocolate mint candy and lip gloss on you, “Damn, girl,”

But this time you ignored the voice of your father that haunted you for what seemed like years but you when you got closer to your knight in stylish attire, that voice went silent. Finally.

His hands glide back to your waist, pulling you close as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue and eliciting soft moans from you while pulling at his bottom lip using yours.

Suddenly, Leon pulls away, leaving you whining from the loss of his warm lips, and you gasp as he sucked your pulse point on your neck with a fervent intensity, sinking his teeth in your skin like a vampire. 

Trailing kisses along your neck, Marking you as his girl, leaving a trail of tiny purple hickeys on you.

“You sure about this?” He asked again in concern, pulling away from your lip. 

You nodded, craving his touch. “Yes, I'm sure, I want this,” you replied back, giving him a small smile.

With that, he lifted you slightly on his lap. your hands gripped his shoulders from feeling the heat radiating off him, His hands slid over your sweatpants, gripping your ass with a possessiveness that the heat crept into your cheeks. 

Your bodies molding together perfectly as you straddled him, the strength in his arms as he held you tight, and it only spurred you on. He groaned in response until he kept his eyes on you.

He lifted you slightly, adjusting his position as his lips smashed into yours, his hand sliding past the waistband of your sweatpants as he gently tugged on them, “Take this off for me, baby,” he coaxed, gently lifting your chin forcing you to look at him. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you hands gently pulled down your sweatpants, your socks rolled off, and his fingers locked with your panties, pulling them off and watching a chain of your wetness separate from them.

His fingers found their way to your thighs, brushing against your folds, “So fuckin’ wet for me huh?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy, and licked them clean before sliding them back in.

You only nodded too quickly, feeling the soft warmth of his fingers inside, your back arching instinctively toward him. “You taste better than I imagined,” he panted, rubbing your breasts in a steady motion while you looked into his eyes.

Your mind reeled back to what he said, Leon definitely imagined this just as you did. The fantasies in his mind weren't close enough to this very moment, it was even better. 

Thinking of you in various positions, saying his name repeatedly like a mantra, so wildly instead of a greeting. Your faces spurred him on and on, pushing him to give you more as you slipped your sweater off, his other hand massaged your breast in a swift motion and his mouth wrapped around your nipple, the other, You felt so filled up yet you needed more, but this will suffice, you kept your breathing steady.

Leon pumping his fingers in and out of you, your wetness pooling on the couch, wetting up in his palm, “You've been waiting for this? This is what you wanted?” he smirked, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yess..I wanted this so bad…” A moan escaped your lips, as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Your slick walls tightened around him, a multitude of waves washed over you immediately, bear-hugging him once you saw stars sparkling before you. 

“Oh, you did? and you feel amazing,” he encouraged, his voice low yet a bit raspy. His thumb circling your clit as he watched your reactions closely, curling up his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion inside, making it difficult to keep your composure. 

“Fuck, yes!” you breathed, the pleasure building with each stroke of his fingers, you were feeling the world fade away around you, the paranoia, the pain, and the problems. It felt so good to forget everything and not to worry about anything for a while, that was Leon for you. Your escape, your solace in an empty, cold place.

Leon observed how your pussy eagerly sucked his fingers back in when he nearly withdrew them, but he held off on teasing you for the moment. “If only you could see yourself, makin’ those pretty faces, sayin’ my name like this?” Leon teased with a smirk, enjoying every moment.

You were already bottoming out by the sensation you had long desired. You drew him closer for a passionate and untamed kiss while pressing your hips down even more. “Ah..shit! Leon! Fuckk! I..need!” you cried out in desperation, you quickly grabbed his wrist that was still around your throat. 

The pleasure coursed through your body over and over again, unable to keep himself quiet, moaning quietly. “Need what? Speak the fuck up, baby,” he growled with a deepened tone, His hand adorned with gold rings gently gripped your throat, momentarily constricting your airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from you. 

“I need more…” you babbled with a slut like moan, your face twisted with pleasure, as you arched your head back, your mouth hung open and left breathless once his thumb flattened on your swollen, throbbing wet clit. He did what you requested, drilling his fingers into you relentlessly.

“You’ve been playin’ with your pussy? Hm? Who’s been on that nasty mind of yours?” Leon chuckled darkly, picking up the pace, as he watched your legs shake weakly and your hands gripped his jacket tightly. 

Your mind blurs from the pleasure into nothingness, going completely blank. Leon applied more pressure on your neck, you screamed in pleasure at the pain he was giving you, and he showed off a sadistic smirk, taking in your half-lidded eyes, feral moans and his name in between all of it.

It was too embarrassing to mention, Your crush was right there in front of you. You only moaned wildly as his fingers curled up again just to torture you further, relishing this, and he spanked you ass roughly in response. Bringing your face closely to his, his nose nuzzling against yours lovingly. 

So this is what love felt like that? That burning heat scorching through your veins, that soft warmth feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach, you didn't want to let go of this feeling. It was too precious and sacred to let go so fast, you had Leon. 

You etched that in your brain, as if it played like a cinema.

“I said, who’s been on your mind? Someone else? Answer me,” he recited in a possessive tone, you whined softly but your nails scratched onto his skin, you wanted people to know that he was all yours.

“Y-you! Shit…it’s only you Leon! I promise!” You screamed, the sound of his name a prayer on your lips. He wanted to be the one to answer that prayer, that call and give what you asked of him.

You were on the verge, hovering near the boundary you had crossed with him, and you noticed the intensity in Leon's gaze filled with passion, affection, and desire. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words wrapped around you and gave you butterflies. His fingers worked with precision and just when you thought you might burst from pleasure.

Leon leaned in closer, his lips biting on your ear, brushing against it before pulling back to look into your half-lidded eyes. His teeth dug into his lips, stifling a moan from giving you so much pleasure. He loved it, relished in it.

“Because I can't stand the thought of anyone else havin’ you, you’re mine, and I’ll do anythin’ to protect what’s mine, ours." He promised to you, feeling that sensation again but you could hardly breathe. 

He dominated the moment and ensured you experienced pleasure like never before. It surpassed mere goodness; it was extraordinary.

“Leon…I’m…I’m gonna—-” You groaned, the words barely left your mouth before he silenced you with a kiss, deep and passionate, as if he was trying to consume you whole. 

“You can cum, baby, I got you,” he breathed against your mouth, and that was all it took. That voice of his was dangerous, it turned you on deeply, making you moan again.

Your climax tore through your entire body, the knot tightening ready to unlace, but Leon drilled his fingers into you roughly and stood still, making you drool on his neck and your body twitching against him from overstimulation.

Your essence spilled out onto his fingers, pouring on his palm, making his rings glisten underneath the light. You screamed out loudly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. Your hand gripping his shoulders tight as you rode out his fingers in pure bliss.

His hand released your neck quickly and looked to see if he left anything, but there were only purple hickeys. He withdrew his fingers from you, He smirked at you and planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, pressing his against yours. It felt nice, felt right with him.

“You’re so good to me…Leon” you whispered to him, peppering sloppy kisses onto his soft lips as he kissed you back each time.

“Always, my beautiful girl,” 

As your body came down from your high, you found yourself collapsing against him, spent and breathless. Leon’s arms wrapped you, holding you close as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You good?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concren.

You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face, “Yeah, I'm good,”

Leon sat up from the couch and made a left turn toward the closet, opening it and walked into the bathroom to wet the washcloth, he came back and crouched down in front of you wiping the mess between your legs, you twitched and hissed from the sudden touch, he looked up at you with concern.

“My bad, baby,” He said to you, his eyes flickering toward to him.

Oh right, you'd almost forgotten to talk about what you came over here for.

“T-there’s something I need to talk to you about, but i need to take a shower first,”

The rise and fall of your chest filled the room once you finally gathered your thoughts but you asked him if it was okay if you could take a shower, he said yes with a nod.

You made a left and headed for the bathroom, picking up your clothes, taking a shower and Leon cleaned up the mess on the couch. Heading back to the living room where he was still sitting on the couch. You drank some water and pulled out your laptop.

“I'm back, okay so here's my plan," You declared with confidence, walking back to the living room with same clothes you camw

“I'm all ears, baby girl,” 

You grinned like a Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland once you heard those spoken by him, Leon was putty in your hands. He was all yours and you refused to let go of him.

“I need your help with Whiterose, and I want to make sure that we’re on the same page and not distracted,” You replied to him with confidence.

“A’ight, I got you,” Leon replied back, nodding. His expression shifted to one of seriousness.

As you both settled down at the small dining table, you settled your laptop on it. The laptop brings a sense of clarity to your anxious thoughts. 

You started outlining your plan, and the screen reflected your strategy, the number of options and a way out for both of you to be alive.

Leon leaned in, his eyes scanning the screen with interest as you explained your ideas, the way you wanted to infiltrate Whiterose’s operations.

“That’s great, but we gotta be smart about this, we both know they don't play fair. You think that we can play it off without gettin’ caught?” He asked, feeling a sense of belonging.

“We have to, I can't let anyone else I care about getting hurt, not again.” You shot back with a resolution, nodding.  

Leon reached across the table, his hand covering yours, grounding you. 

“I promise to be your loyal knight, to every end. It’s us versus them, we‘ll get through this like we always do baby,” Leon promised to you, his lips curled up into a smirk. Giving you peace and soothing your thoughts.

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