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i-fart-sometimes · 6 days

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The seashore or the sheetswhore

Diluc needs attention whilst you're distracted by your new book

TW CW// diluc x fem!reader, mention of the sea, fanfic, smut, dubcon kinda... I guess??, fingering, cunnilingus, fondling chest, diluc is being harsh on you, skull fucking, reading spicy things, temperature play if you squint hard enough, exhibitionism, marriage, diluc calling reader a whore and a slut, reader is a female, overstimulation, bondage but not really...

Definitely 18+ so minor dni

[[I'm not responsible for any minors reading my posts]]

I wrote this months ago but I wanna drop it here since it's baby's first smut writing!! Also I am posting this from a phone so I'm sorry for the layout, I tried my best to not be cringy, I really tried guys

please be kind to me :(

6k+ words (not proof read)

❗SMUT UNDER THE CUT❗

You looked outside of the window of the dawn winery. You can best describe the view as a winter wonderland. With the grape vines and trees covered in cold white dust, flickering fairy lights outside the manor and the crackling sounds of the fireplace next to you. Its atmospheric properties makes you yearn for the warmth of multiple layers of soft and comfortable blankets, a glass of hot cocoa on your bedside table, and cozying on your warm bed whilst you read a nice book that your husband brought to you as a souvenir from his business travel in Snezhnaya.

That book has been on your wishlist for a while now, it's a limited edition version with full sculpted leather hardcover and a beautiful hand painted spine by a Snezhnayan artist. Lisa has convinced you to give it a try since it's one of her favourites, and your husband has been generous enough to have snatched one when he's on a travel to Snezhnaya, which makes you giggle and kicking your feet like a child recieving a birthday present, at last you gave him a bunch of kisses that day.

You relaxed on your comfy bed whilst sipping the hot cocoa that's almost hot enough to burn your tongue, you decided to wait a little longer for it to become a humane temperature for your tongue. You place your favourite mug on top of the night stand and continue to read your romance novel. You read the book and become lost in your own imagination, following the story line about a young fisherman falling in love with the emperor's daughter.

As the story progresses you didn't even notice the fact that your bedroom door opens slightly

"Y/n?"

Your husband called out your name, but you're still focused on your novel that he gave you

"Y/n answer me"

Your husband peaked from outside the door, he noticed the book that you're reading and he chuckled lightly

"Dearest are you enjoying that book that I bought you? That's really cute dear but please take a break and have dinner with me. I made your favourite casserole and some skewered chicken"

He said as he leaned against the door frame

"Darling, let's eat okay? You can continue the book after dinnertime is over"

He said sternly this time. He is still tired and easily annoyed from the long hours of travel. He just got home from Snezhnaya a few hours ago and he already made you your favourite food by himself, you definitely married the right guy.

But the problem is that you're just getting to the spicy part of the book, when the main character and his love interest decide to explore the harbour after midnight and they end up sharing their deepest secrets and desires by the sea side. They shared a kiss, and it turns into something more, more than a hug, more than a peck on the cheek, more than the "I love you"'s

You are so focused on the story that you didn't even realize that diluc called you four times, you didn't even realize the fact that he's in the room with you right now.

As you're still in the fantasy of your book, you felt a hand on your thighs. You finally snapped into reality.

"D- Diluc, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you're here, I-"

"Keep reading."

Diluc said with a stern tone, making you oblige every word he said

You continue reading the book, the part where the fisherman undresses the girl whilst they kiss softly. As you're still reading, Diluc uncovers the blankets that have been doing a good job keeping you warm for this long.

You yelp as you feel the coldness, even with the help of a fireplace. Diluc gave you an expression that you don't need to know without words. You continued reading.

The young man begins to unbuckled his belt as his bulge swung open, shocking the girl in the process by the large size of it. She has never done anything quite like this before, the man held her hand as he careses her large chest that's still inside of her bra, her skin soft and delicate like a birds feather. This scene reminds you of the first time you did the deed with Diluc, a month after you became miss Ragnvinder. Diluc doesn't have the heart to ask for intimacy the first month of your marriage, he loves you too much to see his delicate and inexperienced darling crying because his girth is too much for her ((which happens a month later because he caved, so what's the point of waiting smh))

You felt your husband's hand caressing you in between your thighs, already discarded the pajama pants that kept you warm. You shiver down your spine, either from the cold air, or the excitement that you're experiencing from your husband, or maybe even both I'm not sure. You don't want your husband to be mad at you, so you continued reading the book in your hand. Trying your best to ignore the wetness of your underwear.

The fisherman caresses the girl's cunt through her soaked panties. Her soft breaths and moans decorate the ambience of the shore, as if singing with the seagull and the sea. You're so deep in the story that you didn't notice the fact that your husband already pushed your panties to the side.

He unexpectedly started licking your bare cunt without any warnings

"A-AH DILUC I-"

He looked up giving you an eye contact. Yet again, you always know what that means without him saying a single word. That look always makes you feel like a fool for thinking that you can deny his wishes. You continue reading the book as he's sucking and slurping your cunt.

You turned the page of your book and continue reading as your husband wishes. The man started kissing her glistening cunt softly and gently, ironic that's what I'm experiencing right now. He inserted a finger into her, preparing her for penetration.

"AH-"

You yelp as diluc entered his girthy finger inside you, you can't do this anymore. You can't handle this teasing, you can't handle his fast hand movement. His finger hitting all of the right places at the wrong time, making you lose control of yourself.

Fuck it, fuck this, fuck the book, you can't do this anymore. You need to apologize for ignoring your husband. You let go of the book from your hand. Causing it to fall into the cushiony bed mattress.

Diluc smiles softly as he glances up, seeing that he won, your attention is fully on him and the pleasure that he's causing you. His hand and mouth movement stern as he glances up looking at your lustful face, as if begging him to insert more, more than just a finger. And he obliged, he added another finger inside of your glistening cunt. Causing you to cry out of pleasure.

"Mmm- I'm so- sorry Diluc... ple- please slow down... ummm~ hurts- please..."

Diluc refused to slow down his pace, he continues pumping harder. Much more than what you're capable of. He's going so fast pace but your body can't keep up with his movements. You can't do this much longer, you'll come sooner or later.

"Luc... Please stop-"

He stopped when you told him to. You regret blurting that out nearing your end, he edges you and it's your own fault. So you must take the consequences of your own action. Diluc unbuckled his pants and reveals his ginormous cock. He finally says something

"Suck"

It's impossible. It's impossible to put that in your mouth with your gag reflex. Shoving that up your cunt is already difficult enough, you can imagine it closing your airway. You kneel close to his cock, still crying from the orgasm denial that your hubby gave you.

"For fuck sake it's an easy fucking job. Just fucking do it-"

Diluc says as he rammed his cock with his mouth, ignoring your tears and muffled cries. Your whines sent vibrations onto his cock, making him feel good. You continue to cry harder as your husband grabs your hair and continue slamming it hardly onto his cock. You can't breathe, but you let him continue until he's satisfied with the warmness of your mouth.

"Fuck. A slut like you shouldn't have felt this good."

He continues ramming your head onto his cock. He finally comes in your mouth. Releasing his sperm deep into your throat. He releases your hair as you choke on his semen.

As you continue to choke and cry, Diluc walked out of the room. He comes inside again in a bit, holding a rope on his left hand, closing and locking the door with his right hand.

"You thought I'm done with you?"

Sorry for the title, I thought that was funny, or it's just how my brain works at 4 in the morning lmao

Part 2? If this post got at least 150 interactions at least, hehe :p

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc smut #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #smut #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x fem!reader #lemon #do u guys even use lemon anymore?#y/n

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yuikomoriemo · 4 months

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So I'm making a headcanon list-

Pls don't judge

DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS (MORE WILL BE ADDED)

Since ayato plays basketball as a hobby reiji always scolds him to go for a shower-

Kanato has tea parties with his wax figures,teddy and sometimes forces ayato and laito to be there and dress them up.

Subarus called the police once on reiji(for being irritating)and actually got him arrested- boy- grounded a week-

Ayato likes playing with yuis hair but won't admit it.

Kou has once been accused of homophobia and Queerbaiting but- he retaliated by kissing subaru infront of his possible fans.

Subaru only plays roblox to bully brats offline

Reiji had NO CLUE how to use a Samsung,iPhone,galaxy, NONE AND IT TOOK SHU AND SUBARU MONTHS TO TEACH HIM/ they regretted it because REIJI....HAS A FACEBOOK PAGE

(reijis posts would be about his interest in chemistry which is adorable BUT....HE POSTS CRINGY PHOTOS OF HIMSELF AND ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION POST HIM PRANKING SHU-)

Yui always makes cookies for the family but as for kanato and ayato.....STALE COOKIES

Cordelia loves watching RuPauls drag race

I think laito is secretly a tik tok sensation

Kanato expects reiji to cook him chocolate cake and sometimes yuma BUT THAT RESULTS IN KANATO CRYING IN A CORNER

The only social media subaru has (apart from MYSPACE) IS TWITTER

Kou sometimes feeds on his fans during concerts for effect (such as his song DEVILS SPIRE)

Shu plays minecraft with yui

Ruki is secretly reading Fifty Shades Of Grey-

Azusa does things to annoy his brothers on purpose so that he'd get hit-

Beatrix always made shu do the little lad dance if he wanted to go out.

Cordelia made kanato do the little lad dance if he wanted candy-

Whenever reiji goes shopping he MUST take kanato even though kanato always wants something but never ever gets it and throws a tantrum.

Karl heinz listens to abba-

Subaru and yuma are hardcore Marliyn manson fans-

Come on- Laitos been to a gay bar at least more than twice lol

Reiji goes to AA meetings (he's a wine/vodka mom-)

Yui had a goth phase at one point and hates to admit it.

Azusa likes to sing when he's alone (The masochism tango-)

Kanatos favourite music artist is Melianie Martenz

Ayato will NEVER ADMIT IT BUT....he had a Justin Bieber phase

Reiji watches full house

Kou and laitos favourite show is Desperate Housewives (laitos reason- let's just say the letters M i l and f) (kous reason- DRAMA)

Subaru made yui watch Moral Orel (ITS A GOOD SHOW BUT- VERY...VERY...DARK)

Yui once asked kanato to wear a dress she bought just out of curiosity

Ayato makes homophobic jokes- (I like dark humour bit that guy would take it to far-))

Subaru paints his nails black

Kanato 100% has BPD

I think yui attempted to murder the sakamakis once in her life-

Kou makes his brothers practice his dances for an upcoming concert.

Yui is a cat person (as in she prefers cats as pets)

Some related to my lgbtq headcanons reiji would've been 100% homophobic in the past

Karlheinz has an onlyfans- (IM SORRY-)

Kanato forces ayato to dress up

Yumas "sugar cubes" are actually just weed mixed with sugar-

Reiji always does the triplets homework assignments

Ayato has tried numerous occasions to make takoyaki for yui since she always makes it.

Azusas music taste is heavy metal-

Laito loves rose bubble baths

Every weekend reiji makes the triplets go out and takes their phones to snoop but immediately gives them back SCARED OF THE THINGS HE SAW (subaru and shu pay their own phone bill- maybe the triplets should do the same-)

Laito loves McDonald's chicken nuggets

Reiji laughs at the idea of gentle parenting (CLAY PUPPINGTON I TELL YA-)

If cordelia was alive she'd totally be the heartthrob on vogue magazine-

When christa is in a good state of mind subaru takes her out to a cafe just to chat.

Reiji always says fiction is rubbish BUT THE NEXT MINUTE HES WATCHING HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH YUI-

Beatrix used to make reiji read silly books despite his intellect such of "history of walnuts"

Cordelia whenever she wasn't a heartless bitch to her kids she'd read them bedtime stories from brothers grimm-

If reiji was a dad he'd TRY HIS BEST TO TREAT THEM BOTH THE SAME-

Subaru likes to bring stray cats in his room if they wander in the mansion (Let's see how long that lasts with clean freak reiji-)

Reiji sometimes ONLY SOMETIMES...covers shu up in a blanket when he's sleeping on the couch

Sakamaki Anime

Shu: Kiss him not me

Reiji: Howls moving castle

Laito: ....HELLSING ULTIMATE for the wrong reasons-

Kanato: Junji Ito collection

Ayato:NARUTO

Subaru: YURI ON ICE

Kou follows Harry styles on insta to get fashion tips of his posts for upcoming concerts-

Yui cut subarus hair one time ...PHHHHHHHH....IT DIDNT GO WELL...

Karl used to make the triplets play jenga for 2 hours straight just to entertain himself with their arguments.

Yuma once gave yui his SUGAR CUBES....she wanted more it felt better than being bitten 4752226775444 times A DAY

OK SO...The wedding night- cordelia totally got drunk on purpose and slapped her bridemaids for staring at Karl and then sobbed when Karl yelled at her-

Laito once bought edible-(stuff I can't say but you can guess-) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT ONE TIME ONLY TO HAVE REIJI SMACK THE SHIT OUT OFF HIM WHEN HE FOUND IT

Ayato and subaru sometimes team up to annoy laito

Ok- this one might be offensive so I apologise in advance, on many occasions reiji would be absolutely pissed after having a jehova witness at the mansion door

Beatrix tried cordelias wine and they both ended up actually getting along for once

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

#diabolik lovers #anime and manga #kanato sakamaki #kou mukami #yuma mukami #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers memes #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki subaru #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons

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heartssatoru · 1 year

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how about headcanons for when the jjk boys want your (their s/o) attention and how they go about asking/getting it.

Of course!

Characters: megumi, gojo, and yuji!

Warnings: nothing!

Megumi

I think we all know he would not want to admit he wants your attention.

Yeah he'd hint it, like holding your hand slightly, being a BIT more touchy, just a bit.

If that doesn't work he'll full on grab your hand and stuff, but it takes him a lot of confidence

As soon as you get the hint please do give him attention

If you tease him about it he'll frown and avoid your touch. But as soon as you stop he forces you to do it again.

If you play with his hair while smiling at him he'll close his eyes lookin all annoyed (he isn't) while blushing.

Gets extra clingy as soon as you do so by the way, but makes excuses for it

Gojo

If he wants attention he's getting it. No matter what it takes. He doesn't even hint it. He simply does whatever he can for attention.

Acts like as if you've never given him attention. (You both know that's a lie, with the way he is)

Also especially if you don't give him his daily kiss on the cheek

If you ignore him then he'll start sighing, annoying you everytime until you do

giggles while smiling at you all cocky. That is until you threaten to stop giving him attention.

Randomly takes your hand and puts it on his head. Hinting to you to play with his hair

Most definitely makes you feed him😭 if you don't he just pout and don't eat until you feed him it

Calls you cringy pet names on purpose, or random ones he finds on tiktok

Yuji

Is straight up with it, there's nothing wrong with wanting attention from your partner

Sometimes he'd hint it. But most of the time he doesn't.

Feel like he's the type to ask n be all soft but when its gojo or someone he'll try and be a bit cooler than before

"Can you pet my hair? I mean in a cool way cause..y'know.. I'm cool?"

anyways😭

If he wants cuddles he'll ask for cuddles if he wants you to play with his hair hell ask for you to play with his hair

If he wants you to do the most randomest shit he'll ask or demand man😭

If you say no he'll sulk n everything till you say yeah

"My beloved special amazing majestic attractive beautiful pretty good looking dazzling princess fairy"

(he doesn't even know what he's sayin)

God this is so short! I'm so sorry😭 im working on other request and old whens but im lackin motivation right now. But I promise you guys im working on the request (even if it's only one word done each day😭💔)

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #satoru x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader fluff #yuji x reader fluff #Yuji x reader #itadori x reader fluff #Itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader fluff #itadori yuji x reader #Itadori yuji x reader fluff

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lovelycassy · 1 year

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Ok hear me out, a Lorenzo Berkshire imagine where him and the reader are dating and she gets hurt during a girl day with pansy 😌

Hexed

Summary: Ever since you and Lorenzo started dating a week ago, you noticed a certain slytherin who always seems to be glaring at you. It only took some time before they take action against you.

Pairing: Lorenzo/Enzo x fem!reader

House: any

Blood status: pureblood

Word count: 1,588

Warning(s) : some violence, a lil cursing, a kissing scene that’s barely there, pet names (love & darling), not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: I am so sorry anon I didn't check my ask box for a rlly long time so I didn't notice that I already had requests 😭 I hope you didn’t wait that long but here it is though. btw this is my first fic so pls bear with me if its cringy I'm trying

Also forgive me if pansy, lorenzo and Daphne are not so in character these are just how I imagine their personalities are

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It was a sunny friday afternoon and you were going to your last class of the day. You were thinking of what you were going to do the next day when you heard someone call your name from behind.

"Y/n!" they called. You turned around and saw your best friend Pansy running down the hallway.

"Yes?" You answered

Pansy caught her breath before she asked, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow afternoon?"

"not much, just going to stay in my dorm all day I guess, why?"

"I was thinking that we should have a girl's day, you know just the two of us, shopping at hogsmeade. Since our NEWTS are coming up and I know its gonna take a lot of our time, tomorrow is the perfect time for us to hang out before we have to stress about our exams. So, what do you say?" She said, with her eyes almost looking like she’s pleading for you to say yes.

You thought for a while. You didn't have anything else to do aside from sleeping and staying in your bed all day anyway. You also finished all your homework yesterday, you just need to hope that your last professor gives mercy on all of you students and lets you go without any homework.

"Okay sure, I need a break from school anyway." You finally answered.

"Great! Let's meet at the great hall at 9am, sound good?"

"Yep, see you tomorrow Pans!"

"Bye!"

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"Thank god we don't have any homework assigned today" you muttered as you entered the slytherin common room, heading to your boyfriend's dorm.

You knocked 3 times before you heard someone answer from inside;

"Who is it?“ Lorenzo shouted

"It's just me" you answered

"Oh alright, the door's open"

You entered and saw him sitting on his bed, reading a book. He already changed out of his robes and wore some comfy clothes.

He looked up from his book the second you entered the room.

"Hey darling, how's your day?" He asked

"Tiring, how's yours?" You said while taking off your robe and putting it on the coat rack

"It's alright, if you exclude the fact that seamus almost set the classroom and everyone in it on fire in potions."

"Wow, that bad?"

"Yeah, luckily snape was there. But of course he had to take points off Gryffindor because of the chaos Seamus created."

By now you had already changed into some comfortable clothes and was climbing in bed "But everyone was okay, right?"

"Of course, but enough about my day. Tell me what happened to yours?" He said, while cuddling you putting you on top of him

"Well pansy came to me a few hours ago, asking me to go on a girl's day with her tomorrow at hogsmeade. Since our exams are coming up she wants to hangout before we all get busy studying."

"And what did you answer her?"

"I said yes of course she's my best friend"

"I thought you said we're going to spend the whole day together tomorrow?" He looked down at you with a pouty face

"I said on sunday, love"

"No you definitely said Saturday"

"I'm pretty sure I said sunday"

"Fine you did"

"I promise you on sunday I'm all yours, okay? No one is going to disturb us."

"Alright fine"

Before you could say anything else he suddenly flipped both of you and he was on top of you

“Love what are you trying to do right now?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since classes ended”

Then you felt his lips on yours

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You were roughly making out for about 5 minutes now when you both heard a knock on the door.

"You lovebirds done? Its nearly dinner already so stop making out and let's go to the great hall." Theo groaned from the other side of the door.

"Okay okay we're coming" you said fixing yourself up

"Cmon lets just stay behind they won't even mind" Enzo complained

"Sorry love but as a human being I also need food plus I'm starving" you were walking to the door when you turned around and saw him on the bed with a pouting like face

"We could continue after dinner." You said with a smirk

That made him run to the great hall.

*timeskip to the next day*

You and Pansy have been shopping for almost 2 hours now. You suggested you guys eat lunch first before continuing your shopping spree

Once you guys were finished, you were both deciding the next store you were going to when you saw a certain slytherin walking towards you with her gang. The one who has been rude to you since you and Lorenzo started dating, Daphne Greengrass. Let’s pretend she didn’t like theodore and liked lor

It was no secret to the whole school that she liked him. She practically did everything to make him notice her. Yet Lorenzo still chose you, and that made her blood boil.

"What's she doing here?" You whispered to Pansy

Pansy just shrugged

"Well well well, look who we have here, its lorenzo’s little girlfriend, L/n " Daphne said with a smirk (IM INTERNALLY CRINGING RN)

“Hello Greengrass, what brings you to hogsmeade on this lovely day?”

“Oh nothing, I just heard you and parkinson over there talking about how you’re going to spend your boyfriend’s money on a shopping spree. Does enzo even know you’re spending his money?” She said as she strode a little more closer to you

You can’t start a fight, or else some professor might pass by and punish you both by taking away house points that won’t be enough to win the house cup

You took a deep breath before answering her, “actually Greengrass, the money I’m spending right now is my monthly allowance from my parents. Now if you would excuse us, we would like to get back to our shopping.”

You tried to get past her before she blocked you and pansy’s way

“Not so fast l/n, that’s not what I came here for.”

“What is it then Greengrass?” You were starting to get annoyed

By now you were standing at arm’s length from her

“I came here because I wanted to remind you something.”

Suddenly she pushed you to the ground

“What the hell are you doing!” Pansy shouted, while trying to break free from Tracey Davis, one of Daphne’s closest friends

“Telling L/n here to stay away from what’s mine” daphne said, pointing her wand at you

Right now you were terrified of what might happen

“What the hell do you mean by staying away from what’s yours-“

“I meant staying away from Lorenzo you bitch!”

“We were friends since we were babies! We were meant for each other until you came and took him away from me!” She shouted

“So right now I’m going to take revenge on what you’ve done, stupefy!”

With that you flew and landed your back on a wall, you felt yourself getting dizzy with dark spots covering your vision. You heard Pansy run to you calling your name before everything went black

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You woke up from a shine of light coming through your eyelids (does that make sense?), with a slight pounding in your head. You squinted your eyes a bit to get a better view to know where you were, it took a while before coming to a realization that you were in the hospital wing

You felt something or someone holding your hand, and you turned to see your boyfriend, Enzo, sleeping on a chair beside your bed holding your hand.

“Love, wake up,” you said, gently shaking the hand wrapped around yours.

You saw him fluttering his eyes a bit before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god you’re awake- hold on for a minute I need to get madam pomfrey.”

He rushed out of the hospital wing and returned with her not even 2 minutes later.

“Hello dear, how are you feeling?” Madam pomfrey asked with a gentle smile.

You looked at her and said, “my head hurts a bit, but may I ask what happened?”

“You must’ve forgotten because of how hard you hit your head yesterday.”

Hit your head? What happened? You thought for a while before all the events came back to your head. Daphne greengrass hexed you.

“Oh” was all you could say.

“Well dear once the pain in your head fades you are free to go anytime,” And with that madam pomfrey left.

You turned to look at your boyfriend and he looked at you with concerned eyes

“Um” he started “I heard from Blaise what Daphne has done to you, he was walking in hogsmeade when he saw Pansy trying to drag you back to the castle. I’m really sorry that-“

“It’s not your fault love” you cut him off

“No it partly is, I should’ve made it clear it Daphne that we weren’t going to work out if we ever got together. I guess I kind of led her on before I asked you out.”

“Well even if you say it is, you weren’t the one who hexed me.”

“Alright but I’m going to stay by your side all the time now, wherever you go I’m always gonna be there”

“Even during girl’s day??” you asked with a fake shocked face

“Even during girl’s day.” He said with a grin

“Noooo”

“Just kidding love, but still just in case so you won’t end up in the hospital wing again.”

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I’m not really satisfied with the ending, I might redo it once I think of a better one. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed! :)

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #Lorenzo Berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire angst #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire imagine

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viisator · 1 year

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Argument with Ni-ki

Tittle: Argument with Ni-ki

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers (fluff)

Warning: Jealous Ni-ki.

Summary: Nishimura and you are friends, and you have a big fat crush on him, and he is aware. But what you--and he is not aware, is that he quite finds you cute, he longs your presence, he always wants to hear your voice and he secretly stalks you Instagram. and all there's left to do is be honest with you and to himself and kaboom! He gets you. no need to stalk each other.

Not Proofread

Short scenario • • •

+so, I changed the tittle, the old one was "Friends to something" which later on I find quite cringy, so I tried to change it to smth simple.

(Idek why I wrote this...and I was writing this on paper WITH MY GRANDPA LOOKING. it was so embarrassing I have to cover my notebook....and I'm sorry it's short.)

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Riki stormed inside his room with you after dragging you out of the mall after he spotted you with your friends.

"How many times do I have to fuckin' tell you to stop wearing that fuckin' shirt."His voice was calm, his voice is its lowest, he was not shouting, but his voice are venomous, he was digging his eyes into your soul, hands on his hips, his other arm on top of his closet.

"Yo bro calm down, no one's hurting you,"

"Bro?" Oh no, you hit a nerve, you always hit a nerve, and you know you're good at it, and you find him cute when he throws daggers with his eyes.

"You're calling me 'bro'?"

"Yeah? it's not like there's something I should call you besides your name." Your eyebrow twitch as you answered him, making him push his weight advancing close to you.

"Are you tryna provoke me?" He said deadly close to you as his eyebrow rise.

"Is there something to provoke?" now, you had played the innocent, giving him clueless eyes, and blinking your eyelashes at him.

With that, his looks changed, now he's looking at you amused, making his lips tug a smile, he licked his lips as he combed his hair with his long fingers, and he giggles.

"You should start calling me "Love"," he said still on his playful-flirty look.

"Why?"

"'Cuz starting from now on, you have something to provoke." He said as he causally pecked your lips, leaving you in shock.

"Oh! and go wear my hoodie, I'm going to burn that bitchy top of yours, it's feeding every guy's eyes with your showing cleavage for free." He said after leaving the room and going into the kitchen, leaving you speechless.

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lxmbr · 8 months

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Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so.

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??"

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!"

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek."

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-"

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

#niji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #mysta rias #nijisanji en #shu yamino #vox akuma #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #fanfiction #fanfic #headcannons #marraige #JanesShitposting

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eliysian · 7 months

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── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫 !!

PAIRINGS: RE4R! Leon Kennedy X Reader

INFO: After a lone night drinking at a bar, a man orders you a drink and you end up in a stuffy bathroom stall and a rough hangover the next morning at your new job.

A/N: AHHH IM SO SORRY IF ITS BAD! I've never really wrote NSFW scenes this is my first time, I hope it's not like cringy!! Also, pacing isn't that great 😭.

TAGS/WARNINGS: Small NSFW scene NO MINORS, one night stand, running into him again, NOT PROOFREAD, new job, no use of y/n, girl reader, short story, blah, blah, blah. there is indicators around the NSFW scene, skip it if u want to!!

You sighed to yourself, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in yourself for being back at this bar. You'd promised that you'd stop drinking for your own health; especially since you were starting a new job soon and needed to stop that habit as it definitely wouldn't help.

The glass infront of you stirred in your hand, mindlessly swishing it as you zoned out. The drops of bourbon dripping down the interior of the glass. The words in your head absorbed you, the fuzz from the alcohol kicking in a lot harder than you would've wanted. Thoughts interrupted by the bartender setting down a drink infront of you.

"I didn't order another drink," You internally cringed at the slight voice crack that edged along your words—also at the fact you didn't even give the bartender a chance to say who it was from.

"The man over there," She spoke, "To the right of you; by the window." She quickly added as she stepped back, taking another order from the couple a few seats away from you. With furrowed brows, you turned to your right and locked eyes with the man. He looked a little older than you, but no older than 30. Around 27, if you had to guess.

Shooting the man a slight wave, you were met with a drunken smile from him. You laughed a little, since it dawned on you how you probably looked the same with the amount of shots you've taken.

Somehow, you found yourself walking over to his booth and making small talk; rambling about unnecessary things. Only asking for his name once randomly in the middle of the conversation, which was probably 1 of the 10 words he managed to say inbetween your drunken rambling.

Which also—somehow—turned into your own little whining session, "Life has honestly been so bad," You complained. "I need a break." In which, you added on mindlessly about how a break has been long awaited for you, how you've lacked some sort of excitement in your life recently, and the weight of your new job towing down on you. "You need a break?" The man, Leon, brokenly said. You nodded in response, mouth too filled with bourbon to say a word.

"I'm free for the rest of the night, if you're interested." His words dripped with intent, finally confronting the tension that sat in the air throughout the whole conversation. You hesitated, but.. why not?

Whiny moans from parted lips filled the stall, skin slapping almost rough enough to bust an eardrum. "God, you're pretty," Leon grunted, brows furrowed through arousal while his hips snapped up against yours restlessly. The struggle to hold your moans together was rough, the burning lump in your throat begging to be let out instead of squeals and loud whimpers.

Leon let out a low, growled chuckle, fucking you through your high as you've already came. "Needy f'this dick, huh?" You bucked your hips up in response, whining as you clenched around his length. "M—Mhm!" Your hands pawed at nothing, trying to ground yourself. His chest pinned against your back, deep exhales and groans filling your ears.

The growls he was letting out were practically intoxicating to you, the throbbing of him inside of you only making you attempt squirm from his hands. They were strategically placed on your hips, fucking you down into a pit of pleasure while ramming you down onto his dick. You couldn't help but think about how bruised up you were going to be in the morning.

"Fuck, I've got a bad hangover," Leon groaned, pinching his eyebrows while the slightly taller male beside him laughed. "I told you not to drink, there's a new rookie today too," Chris nudged him, voice rumbling through Leon's ears and causing a rough throb in his frontal lobe.

"God damnit, you're gonna make me train them- aren't you?" Leon scoffed, adjusting his belt. "You volunteered," The other man responded quickly, the gruff tone of voice finding its way back into his words. The walk was short, yet felt like eternity for Leon. The throb that was barred into his skull ached, he really shouldn't have drank.

Hell, he barely remembers what happened last night. Just a few faint memories of being in a stall with a stranger. She was pretty—too pretty to be getting fucked in a bathroom stall—but he did regret it. Getting blackout drunk and possibly getting a stranger pregnant the night before work? Internally he beat himself up for it.

Chris seemed to be dealing with his own thing aswell, as everytime Leon looked up he was just as lost in thought as he was. Before he could even ask they were entering the main hall, where everyone else already was, presumably to meet the new recruit. Seats were filled, only two faces being familiar enough for Leon not feel uncomfortable.

Chris walked off, and almost on que, Luis walked up to him to ramble about the new recruit. "You should go meet the rookie. Ella es bonita, eh?" Luis chides, a miscevious grin plastered against his lips. Leon just chuckles lightly, walking past Luis to the same hallway Chris went into.

He slid open the same door, "Hey, where's the—" Leon froze, eyes locking onto the same familiar face of the woman he met last night. "—Recruit.." He finished quietly with an exhale.

You stood there, now at a loss for words as yours and Chris' gaze met Leon. Leon's eyes glued to you, clicking the faint memories of last night together; your body pinned against a dirty stall while he fucked you dumb. His hand gripped the knob hard, veins now popping while he white-knuckled.

Chris took a double take at you, confused by the tension. The door was suddenly slammed shut with a frustrated sigh, Leon no longer in sight. "Uhm," You cleared your throat, looking back up to Chris.

"Do you two know eachother?" Chris blurted.

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kittyadore · 11 months

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Hi Hi 👋🏼 can you please do an earth 42 miles x reader when it's Halloween and they go out trick or treating together 💟

halloween

—𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴

—𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 1,4𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, thank u so much for the request !! i had fun writing this, i really think e!42 miles is a cutie. sum e!1610 miles coming soon hopefully, please leave requests so i know what you guys want to read. also thank u so much for the 140 (i think) likes under my previous post, as its my first ever, it means a lot to me💝💝

As October descended upon Brooklyn, whispers of Halloween's approach filled the air. Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't contain your excitement for the upcoming festivities. But Miles, with a furrowed brow, scoffed at the idea, preferring solitude over celebrations.

Undeterred by Miles' grumpiness, you decided to transform his home into a magical realm of Halloween delight. His mother approved of your brilliant ideas, so the boys' opinion couldn't change anything. Armed with a vivid imagination and an overflowing box of decorations, you set out to infuse the flat with the spirit of the season.

While you took your time adorning his bedroom with ghostly figures, cobwebs, and some pumpkins, your boyfriend observed you from a distance, a skeptical expression etched on his face. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as your enthusiasm filled the air.

Subsequently, you transformed the living room into a haunted haven. With Rio's help, you strung orange and black streamers, hung paper bats from the ceiling, and carefully arranged a display of glowing jack-o'-lanterns. Miles' grumpiness wavered as he watched your infectious excitement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

As the evening came, you turned your attention to cute couple Halloween costumes. You spent hours crafting intricate outfits-a brooding vampire for Miles and a whimsical fairy costume for yourself. Miles grumbled about the discomfort of wearing a costume, but deep down, he couldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes, even though he tried to fight it.

"You're trippin, ma." The boy intervened firmly as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not wearing that, no way." The sharp tone of his voice struck through your heart, slowly breaking it into pieces. You knew he wasn't the type to participate in adorable couple activities, but you didn't understand why couldn't he spend his time with you, at least during such fascinating time.

"Oh come on, Miles, why not?" You pouted, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a disapproving gaze. You were sure of his opinion, but deep down, you still had some hope, that the captivating season could soften his heart, even the tiniest bit. "It's like you don't love me anymore, Miles. You never do anything fun with me, we barely even spend time together. You're always out doing your 'important work', putting off our plans" You snapped at him, with slight wrath audible in your voice

"I get it, you might not be a fan of all those 'cringy' couple activities, but please, can't you enjoy your time with me for once?" You continued, your gaze shifting from his face to his torso. You could notice the confusion on his face, as you weren't the type to talk to him like this. "But alright, if you don't want to, I can just go out with someone else. You have fun here"

Miles made his way up to his bed, sitting down beside you, letting out a sigh, as he entwined his hands with yours. Staring into his eyes, you could see them filling up with agony, clearly hurt after hearing your truthful speech.

"Look, mami. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough time lately, you know, I just cant explain it. I want to keep you safe" Your boyfriend started the same answer you hear every time you would bring up his job. It was different though, he never really genuinely apologized to you. Sure, a quick 'my bad' or 'i'll do better' usually left his mouth, but you've never heard him say 'i'm sorry'. He put his head down as he continued.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, you know I'm not happy about me canceling our dates either. I can dress up and go trick-or-treating with you, ma. I hate seeing you like this, I'll do better, princessa."

Miles stole a quick kiss on your lips, then on your forehead as he got up from the bed, reaching over to your Halloween costumes. His lips shifted into a soft smile as he felt a wave of warmth strike through his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you two emerged from his house, you adorned in vibrant fairy costume that shimmered under the moonlight. You fluttered your wings, casting a spell of enchantment that swirled around Miles.

Miles, reluctantly participating, donned a simple costume, a bloodthirsty vampire. Deep down, he couldn't resist your excitement, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within him, as you took the lead.

Hand in hand, you set off into the moonlit streets, where houses were adorned with cobwebs, glowing pumpkins, and haunting decorations. Children, disguised as witches, superheroes, and ghosts, giggled and chattered as they darted from door to door.

You, with your infectious laughter, skipped ahead, your voice like a melody in the night. Miles trailed behind, his grumpy attitude slowly giving way to the passion he hadn't felt in years.

At each house, children eagerly showcased their costumes, their eyes shining with anticipation. Your eyes danced with delight, and your laughter filled the crisp autumn air. Miles, though initially skeptical, found himself chuckling at your excitement, realizing that Halloween held a joy he had long forgotten.

As you continued your journey collecting candy, you arrived at a house unlike any other. It's porch was adorned with shimmering lights, and a melodious tune drifted through the air. You approached, your hand entwined with your boyfriends' and your eyes wide with wonder, and rang the doorbell.

The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man dressed as a magician. With a flourish of his wand, he produced a basket overflowing with candy. As he handed you a treat, he leaned in and whispered, "May the magic of this night bring joy to even the coldest of hearts."

Miles was taken aback by the man's words. Perhaps there was more to Halloween than he had ever realized. A seed of enchantment had been planted within him, sprouting into a newfound appreciation for the night's festivities.

Eager to share this newfound delight, Miles' coldness dissipated like mist in the morning sun. He engaged in playful banter with fellow trick-or-treaters, admiring their costumes and sharing in the joy of the evening.

As the moon reached its zenith, you approached the final house on your route. The porch was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, complete with floating candles and mystical creatures. Your eyes sparkled, and Miles' heart swelled with anticipation.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a woman dressed as a fortune teller. Her voice was soft and melodious as she greeted you. Miles exchanged glances with you, feeling as though you had stumbled into a magical realm.

The fortune teller handed you each a small, golden envelope. "Open these when the clock strikes midnight," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

With a sense of wonder pulsing through your veins, you and your boyfriend bid the fortune teller farewell. You made your way back home, your pumpkin buckets filled to the brim with sweet treasures.

As the clock neared midnight, you sat on the couch, in the decorated living room. With a hushed countdown, you opened your golden envelopes in unison.

Inside, you discovered handwritten notes, each containing a heartfelt message from the other. Words of love, appreciation, and gratitude spilled from the pages, filling your hearts with warmth.

You and Miles exchanged smiles, your souls intertwined in a magical moment. You realized that the true enchantment of Halloween was not just in the costumes or treats, but in the bonds that were strengthened and the love that was kindled.

As the clock struck midnight, Miles took your hand in his and whispered, "Thank you for showing me the magic of this night, ma. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you and canceling our dates so often. If they are as amazing as this one, it will never happen again." Your eyes shimmered with happiness and you let out a quiet laugh at his words.

Under the moonlit sky, the two of you shared a tender kiss, the magic of the night enveloping you. In that moment, you knew that love, laughter, and the spirit of Halloween would forever illuminate your lives, casting away any shadows of coldness that may try to linger.

#miles morales #miles x reader #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader #prowler!miles #prowler!miles x reader #across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader

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biggesttmntfanintheworld · 8 months

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Because you're alive again may I request more mutant-mayhem stuff? Like I got nothing specifically but I would love to see more of it! :3

I'm going through a severe case of writer's block so I'm sorry if this sucks:(

prom night

mutant mayhem! x gn! reader headcanons!

the turtless asking their crush to slow dance at prom!

leonardo

NEVOUS ASFFFFFFFFF

"bruh all you have to do is ask" "ITS NOT THAT EASY-"

bro heart hurts so bad he feels like its abt to explode

sweating like crazy too

bro does NOT know what to do

bro uses his rizz which is not existent to win you over

"hey uh...I think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes..."(LMFAOOOOOOOOO)

"huh"

"Wanna Dance?"

his hands are really sweaty and icky(im sorry LMAO)

he CANNOT make eye contact bro

and at the end he tells you that you're really beautiful/handsome/cute and runs away

raphael

he doesn't really want to dance

because he thinks it's "not manly"

but his brothers are making him do it because they know he likes you

he really does not want to do it because he thinks it's embarrassing

butt...

he likes youuu soooo...

not nervous asking...like at all

like he's not scared whatsoever

bros so chill abt it.

"wanna dance?."

not sweaty like leo and donnie

"your eyes are really pretty"

donatello

EXTREMELY nervous

like you can see the sweat dripping off of him

can't breathe

bro is literally dying

"why are you so nervous just ask" "im going to kill you shut up"

he keeps walking up to you and walking back

like he's about to tap on your shoulder and he just walks back(hes so silly)

he uses very cringy anime pick up lines

"Is your name Cana? Um, Cana call you mine?" (Fairy Tail Guild pick up line LMAOOO)

"what?"

"n-nothing!"

he just awkwardly stands around you after he said that

bro does NOT know what to do

after like 2 minutes of him standing around you awkwardly

"h-hey umm do y-you maybe w-wanna dance?, its fine i-if you don't want to"

"i would love to"

"r-really!?"

"yes!"

he fell in love with you a little deeper after that dance

Michelangelo

THE ONLY MF WITH REAL RIZZ BRO

but not scared or nervous at all

he knows exactly how to rizz you up fr!

and now all he has to do is wait for the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet

as soon as the slow dance music starts...

he walks straight up to you and grabs your shoulder genty

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together"(HES SO SILLY BRO)

"oh?"

"would you like to dance with me?"

he smells like vanilla or cocoa 100%

he asked you out for pizza the next day after school

can you guys give me tips on how to do oneshots like I'm actually suffering

constructive criticism is greatly appreciated:333

BYEEEEE

#mutant mayhem x reader #mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem raph #mutant mayhem leo #mutant mayhem donnie #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt 2023 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mm #mm tmnt #mutant mayhem mikey #idk what else to tag

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chokchokk · 11 months

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𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 [𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬] | choi san x fem!reader

PART ONE of : have your way with words, be my people pleaser

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : You’ve always been able to read him like a book, but for some reason you still fold for San.

"You've never begged."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 6.9k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : teasing, painful attempts at flirting and joking, vaginal fingering, no usage of y/n (forgive me), vaginal sex, pet-names

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : considered for revision

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : this was like the first choi san smut i've ever written and i was trying to find my tone and omg i actually don't want to re-read it it's probably SO CRINGY omfg. i'm sorry for any icky moments i did not know any better 2 months ago LMAO this is also the only part that's pure "fluff" just fyi because i hadn’t planned this to be a series yet !!!!

He’s biting his lip, rolling his head to the back, trying his very best to stay focused on the paper he’s working on, all while you look at him in awe from the other side of the table. His glasses have slid dangerously close to his nose tip and the hair clip you’ve put into his hair to hold it together has lost all of its strength already — you really have to pull yourself together to not carefully slide one of the locks away from his eyes.

Yes, San is a complete mess, and undoubtedly failing at hiding it. He probably doesn’t want to ruin the late library ambience, being the thoughtful Sannie he is, or at least not destroy the study sessions by not focusing on work, but the infuriated tapping with his pen against the wooden table isn’t covering any of his angry grunts.

But even if you’ve noticed his desperation an eternity ago and have been deeply distracted by it ever since, you can’t bare to tell him that you’ve already given up. You guys have promised each other at least one is going to get this session done, so San be it, you tell yourself. If you have counted correctly, there are just ten minutes left on the clock, he should be able to do that, no matter how stressed he is.

And usually, you’re optimistic he’s able to do it, but you’ve never seen San’s eyes darken like this before. On normal days, he’s all smiley and giggly, squeaking words of helplessness at tasks that overwhelm him, covering up his frustration very well. Of course you can still look through his façade and say things like “San, let’s take a break” or similar things, but that’s only when he’s smiling still.

Maybe it’s because you’re both studying for finals that there’s a lot of competitiveness or ego involved. Anyhow, you don’t want to get yourself involved in that, no, don’t want to resolve it at all, actually.

Let’s say it like this; San is scaring you, yes, but he is also being incredibly hot and turning you on so much without knowing it. You can’t help but watch his dissatisfaction being gulped down his freckled, thick neck, and observe his Adam’s apple moving up and down. You draw a trail along his jawline and the loose black T-shirt he’s wearing with your eyes, following his neckline until the rhythm of his heavy breathing is revealed by his moving breast.

San knows a lot, yes, but what he doesn’t is that he’s a walking sex symbol with his broad shoulders, narrow waist and intimidatingly friendly face. He’s biting his lips with just no idea what his looks are doing to your privates this exact moment and his soft voice is not helping.

He’s at his last task now and you catch yourself be a bit disappointed, when he takes his hand to balance his head and covers his face with it. You could feel guilty now for not interrupting or lending him a helping hand, but being attracted to your designated study buddy for the longest time with a painful amount of allusions to it is way more straining you on an emotional level than the stalker-behaviour you’re showing. How San hasn’t caught up is baffling to you, and the amount of times you’ve tried to make a move only for him to be oblivious is painful. (Let it be known you were never forced to answer Seonghwa’s question of “would you fuck San?” with the honesty that you did, but his little sheepish smile after your nod is enough to confirm that he should know, but just doesn’t. Sure, it’s unclear until this day if he even understood the question or the answer correctly, but it just feels like you have done most of your part.)

“I’m almost done,” San murmurs— breaking the silence between you two in the library— his voice comparing to nothing more but a sigh. He’s tensed up, eyebrows furrowed, and he’s scrunching his nose a little bit to sniff his agitation away.

“Take your time,” you try to say as nicely as possible, attempting to calm him down. It does help, it seems, because San is straightening his back to take a deep breather, his eyes finally wavering away from the paper. You smile at him and get a head nod in return.

Sharing this short moment of just acknowledging each other’s presence, you confirm that San, regardless of how socially (sexually?) stupid he can be, is an intelligent guy after all, not to be shaken up by this little bit of studying. Straight A’s, perfect GPA, teacher’s favourite — you’re lucky professor Kang has put you in so many group assignments together, or else you would have never been able to meet with San like this on a Friday evening, studying for your finals.

“I feel like I ran run five miles or have to commit arson,” San jokes half-heartedly in a breath and you giggle, looking around to not disturb the other students with your laughter. “What’s stopping you?”, you ask playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” San answers and touches the backside of his head with both of his hands. “What’s stopping you, hm?”

You frown, the once raised eyebrow coming right back down, your amusement wearing down.

“What’s supposed to be stopping me?”

San pouts innocently and fetches the clip from his hair, black bangs falling to his face, but he doesn’t set his glasses, making him look at you with squinted eyes. They look even heavier now, eyelids covering most of his irises when he leans forwards to you: “You haven’t touched a single task since an hour now, why didn’t you tell me you were done?”

You don’t know why you pant in panic— it’s an understandable question, San probably noticed you stared at the man during the whole time he was the only one committed to the studying— and you’re afraid there’s this tension again, but not driven to the paper, but you.

“You, lemme think, looked too..”

You know your sentence can’t be finished in any way that would be positive. You would’ve liked to end it with “concentrated” or “in the zone” to give him credibility for his hard work, but San has been way too obvious struggling to hold on, and you’re not a good liar.

“… Handsome.”

It’s not a Freudian slip, if it’s on purpose, yes.

“You looked to good to be true, San. If you weren’t wearing the baggiest shirt from three days ago, you’d coin dark-academia realness.”

You always make jokes like these, it’s your expertise. They usually make San enormously embarrassed, which is the best part of it all: He, who was growling his frustration away, is now giggling, expression softening, as he scrunches his face together with a wide smile. The high-pitched noise awakens your motherly instincts— it’s these moments you could just melt away in adoration.

“You’re lucky you’re not a professor, because that look you gave that paper right there isn’t going to help anybody concentrate on their studies. People-pleaser? Teacher's pet? I wish."

“Ugh!”, San moans quietly, his dimples revealing that he’s deeply touched. He will never get used to your overly specific (and usually sexually connotated) compliments, but it’s better that way. San cracks his fingers to recover, but then covers his mouth to hide his blushing smile once more. Take that for two people-pleasing and validation-seeking students, one more focused on studies, one more trying to fuck than the other. He barely goes to parties, which robs you of the little chances of opportunities to make a move on him.

“Okay, I won’t lie to you, I was done long before you, but someone’s gotta be valedictorian this year.”

“Really nice of you”, San sighs— he’s gathered himself now and has put on his friendly smile again, “But I’m really done now as well.”

“How done?”

“To go home-done.”

“My home, I assume.”

“Of course.”

With his finishing sentence, you hold a staring-match again, which you lose, as San takes his pile of paper and stacks it vertically to organise his stuff.

From here, the procedure should be simple. He drives you to your place (safe), maybe he’ll eat a midnight-snack with you (very likely), and maybe watch a movie (unlikely today) to then leave, if he doesn’t fall asleep during that. You already have the night schedule written out in front of you, and all you’re left is whether you’ll convince San for another study session tomorrow.

But then, in the car, San grabs the steering wheel but doesn’t start to drive.

You think he must be too tired and decide not to ask him. Honestly, you feel quite dizzy as well, but mostly because San has opened his mouth half-way now, audibly breathing in and out — it sounds like he’s panting. His tongue has also runned along his upper lip, making it glisten reddish pink under the parking lot-lighting. It’s unbearably arousing you. “Give me just a second,” he murmurs.

“Does your head hurt? We can just walk, you know,” you suggest, but San shakes his head: “No, that’d be inefficient and really dumb.”

“You’re the one dozing off, San, not me!”, you scoff and turn yourself around to face him, elbow placed on the radio. San opens one eye — it looks like he’s winking, his tongue pressed against this upper teeth. “And you’re being quite sassy, aren’t you?”, he grins and you swear you’ve never wanted to not shut up more in your entire life.

“If being sassy is what keeps you awake, I don’t see anything wrong with it, San,” you fight back, even more playfully this time, lips pouted to emphasise your mocking tone. There is a clear, lustful intention you’re trying to project, and secretly, you hope San notices it, but there isn’t any indication he isn’t already, which you find strange.

“Oh, you think I must be real tired, huh?”

San begins to grin and all of the sudden, things are happening very fast: His hands aren’t placed on the steering wheel anymore, one of them has moved to your chin, holding (and keeping) it up, after you try to back away out of reflex, the other is placed dangerously near to your hip — he’s propping himself against the seat, you can feel him breathe against your nose tip. His whispers expand like flames on your face. What has ignited this man?

“San?”, you ask carefully, every bit of playful confidence inside you crumbling down to your guts. It’s not like you aren’t enjoying this still, in fact, you feel like you’re going to go savage and clash your face against his any second, but San’s finger is pressing so delicately, yet so firmly into your skin, it’s messing up your projected image of the cute little — unfortunately sexy — nerd in your head. You don’t want to admit you’re intimidated, but San has been extra scary since he said he wanted to light buildings on fire. At the same time, you’ve been waiting days, no, weeks for this and a tingle between your legs signals you that you’ve been prepared ever since.

“Can’t go home yet, can we?”

His eyes are still dark, when you look at them through his glasses and there’s a bit of shine left on his lips, when you glance at them longingly. San’s breath is shaky, and you’re not sure whether yours is as well. You’re too focused on imagining the next scene. San has finally reached his burning point, it appears, and you’re too stunned to react verbally to his question. Are you seriously going to do it in the car, in the library parking lot?

“Buckle up.”

It is only now that you notice you haven’t put your seat-belt on. The sound of the plug clocking in takes you out of your reverie.

“San, screw you. Oh my god, screw you so much.”

He laughs a dirty laugh, even more so devilishly, when he returns to his seat and immediately begins to drive out of the parking spot. Has he been acting? Fuck this. Hastily, you have to get into your original position and buckle yourself up as he has told you. This bitch, you think to yourself and stare holes into the car window, this motherfucking bitch.

“Just a little revenge for making me work alone because you wanted to make me valedictorian? Or what, because I’m— what was it? Too handsome?” His voice has turned softer immediately, teasing you with a sweet undertone.

“Okay, we’re even now!”, you laugh sarcastically, trying to not become sulky. You’ve subconsciously crossed your legs and arms already, and your whole body is turned away from the driver’s seat.

“Sure,” San answers and you can hear him press some buttons. “Music?”

You throw him a side-eye and take the AUX.

“I could violate your ears so good right now,” you snap and search for a fitting playlist for this frightening night.

“You could try.”

When has San become a bully? How has it come to this? San is playing with you, more obviously than ever before — toying with you in the game you started.

But let it be known you could never be offended by this man.

Because when you play the first song that came to your mind— it’s «Sexbomb» by none other than Tom Jones — it becomes clear that you are more than happy to be his gaming companion, levelling up the tension to the max, though it's not a sensual song per se.

It’s petty, but provocative at the same time. You’ve never gotten what you wanted, have never expected to get it, and the surreality of the scenery just a few seconds ago is enough to keep you stimulated for the whole drive, ignoring San’s big grin on his face, as he safely gets you home.

And of course San joins in for the midnight meal. Without having spoken a word for a quarter hour now, you open the fridge and cram out anything eatable. You should’ve went grocery shopping, there’s barely anything left.

“Not so prepared, I see?”

“San, if you say one more word, I will—“, you shut the door of the fridge, revealing a San who’s leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, head thrown to the back to squint at you.

“You’ll what?”

He’s the worst and heaven knows he should know that as well. Every attempt to overthrow him fails, because nothing seems to break this man — you can’t animate this man for you own good, even when he’s try-harding to look cool.

“You’re being a bitch today and I hate it.” Biting your lip, you rethink your sentence and shake your head, eyes not swaying away from the black-haired man. “Actually, scrap that, I hate that I like it way too much,” you hiss, ridiculing yourself and taking of your sweatshirt, leaving you in a sheer top. It’s warm, you’re hot, this situation be very easy to understand.

He doesn’t know what to do. Or maybe he does, and he’s just being a pain in the ass again: both could be absolutely true, when he moves his head and musters you from bottom to the top, a huff leaving his nose. It seems as if he’s mocking and checking you out at the same time, licking his lips and biting his tongue.

“San, what else do I have to do? Draw it out? Do I have to beg?”

You whine and you’re not one bit embarrassed about it, though San doesn’t even take it in the desperate way you clearly are.

“You’ve never begged.”

San is scratching his neck, acting like an innocent brat, much to your obvious disapproval.

“Come on, you can’t be that dumb, San, can you?”

“How would I be?”

“San, what the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s simple,” and San is pushing himself from the wall now, taking heavy steps towards you, “I can’t give you an answer to a question you’ve never asked.”

“I,” you begin to think of your next line argument, but noticing how he’s pulling his eyebrows together to throw you an almost belittling look through his lowered glasses, you give up, baffled about the reality. Replacing the next words, you pant.

“I’ll give you an answer, alright?”, San encourages you, taking one last big step. He’s standing in front of you now, in your little kitchen, next to the counter, looking down at you, free and available as he can be.

“Whatever it is; yes,” he whispers, accepting something you’ve never offered him directly.

Of course San isn’t dumb. How could he have been, when you’ve been so obvious? There’s a shameful heat driving up your stomach and you bite your lip.

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

You could have kept teasing him for the way he was obviously lowering his voice to sound more authoritative or sexy or something , but no, it’s just too much. Being cornered by San, hearing him surrender to you with his words, but still in a way that made him dominant over you — that is just way too much.

Seriously, all yours? Where did he get that one from? Wattpad?

“Fuck right off, San.”

It feels like your brain splits in half, your conscience leaving the second you throw yourself at San, hands grabbing every piece of hair you can get to pull him down to your face, whispering insults into his mouth, as your heads meet. He just grins and licks over your teeth, tongue slicking against yours.

“Happily,” he murmurs into the kiss, his hands grabbing you by your hip and waist, pulling you towards his muscular body. He must think he’s being so funny and yes you would have loved to argue with him, but you’re weak in his grip, ruffled by the pure tension that has been brewing all those days. There’s wet noises and sucking to be heard and it’s all sending urgent signals to your privates. You will, no must fuck him, and you're going to fuck him better than whatever he’s expecting from you, just to blow his mind.

You let his hair go and tug at the seam of his shirt, prompting him to raise his arms and have his clothing be slid off his body. Eagerly, you come back to his lips while throwing the shirt to the side and take steps forwards, leading San to your bedroom. Entrusting you with the guidance, he walks backwards and falls onto the bed, breaking the kiss. With a grunt, San props himself with his elbow, but before he can tower over you, you reach your arm over his shoulder, grabbing the bed frame, trying your best to keep his broad silhouette under your eyes.

Your lips already feel numb and you swear you can feel something pulsating inside your pants, when you slowly slide onto his lap and let the warm fabric touch. After a bit of movement, you and San are both shuddering and whimpering, lips meeting again in the snake-like maneuvering. He’s becoming harder with every little suck at his tongue, twitching even, and in addition, you’re becoming too impatient as well to edge yourself like this.

Your hands move to the zipper of his baggy jeans, and San is trying to take this as a sign he’s allowed to take off his pants, but you give his palm a little slap. He smirks and returns his hand to take a pillow, stuffing it behind his neck. You wanted to take control, but he’s way too comfortable with it, it’s annoying you, yet at the same time, you wouldn’t even know what to tell him at this point.

Opening the zipper and sliding a hand in, you trail the outer side of San’s shaft through his boxer-shorts with your finger to identify with what kind of girth and length you’re working with and comment “bigger than I expected”, as if you have imagined it before, which would be the truth, yes, but not smaller than the absolute unit he is possessing.

“Ah, really?”, San gutters, voice shaking with each little touch of yours, but never letting his guard down completely. You anchor his boxer-shorts and tug it down just until the point when his shaft jumps out. He gulps and opens his mouth to pant again, when you spit into your hand and palm his shaft to give it a nice stroke from the very bottom to the top, admiring the shine of it. You pump his penis, feeling the skin inside your hand slide with every movement, and make it grow to its final length that way. It’s fascinating, really, but you’re too busy to contemplate about reality. You take the initiative and get a taste of the wet mixture that is your own saliva and his pre-cum. You pump the part you can’t reach with your throat and in no time, San’s eyes are rolling to the back.

“That’s good,” he comments, going through your hair, which motivates you to go even deeper. Hitting the back of your throat, his girth makes you tear up, but you sit through it, since San is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your head softly. You try your best to suck and slide your tongue over his tip, to which he immediately reacts. “Hmnh~”, he hums and you bathe in his pleasure-lorn breaths, until you kind of get a hunch of what he likes the best and continue to drive him this way. “That’s good… Hnnh- heek!”

Was that a weep? You thought the whines were high enough, but San is definitely hiding his high moans, trying to cough them out. You continue to bop your head and watch his aroused expressions with amusement; his eyebrows are pushed together to form a needy frown, teeth biting down on his lower lip, inflicting pain on himself. From what it looks like, he’s pretty close, his hand weakly lying on top of your head, hesitating to push you back, once you remove it.

“Don’t cum yet!”, you demand, and San sighs helplessly.

“You’re edging me?”, he manages to choke out with a smirk, and San wipes away your tears from your cheeks. “As if I couldn’t get hard immediately after from just looking at you!”

You scoff, his directness has caught you a little bit of guard. You’re still trying to return to normal breathing after quite literally having been choked by his dick, not be attacked by his sudden strike of confidence.

“Can I undress you?”, he asks and you nod, all the hair he’s put away falling back in front of your face.

Once your shirt and bra is off with quick seconds of his hands at your back, San is taking his view all in, his plump lips parted and never to be closed again. Before you can wipe the grin from his face, he storms at your dekolleté, swinging his arms around you. His sucks are tugging at your nipples, after he pushes himself forward, one arm fully around your back, the other finding his way to your other breast to massage it. Moan after moan leaves your mouth and your head becomes heavy, falling to the back: his hand effortlessly catches it, finding safety in your hair. As you scratch his neck, grabbing it to pull him closer to your upper body, you repeatedly pant his name.

“Hm? What?”, he reacts, circling your skin with his tongue.

It’s so erotic, you think you’re going to cum untouched, pants on and all. San is leaving kisses everywhere on your torso, some wetter than the others. He is leaving a trace of saliva on your neck with his tongue, gliding against your chin with it, ultimately meeting your lips once again. It’s filthy, but just so, so erotic.

He’s still holding your breast in his hand, stimulating your nipples while filling your mouth with a mixture of spit and rhetoric (and very provocative) questions.

“Feels good?”, San asks with a raspy voice, his nose scrunched amusedly, when he sees how messed up you are. Strands of hair are sticking on the wet spots of your skin, drops of sweat are dripping down to your collarbones. You’re already so disheveled. “Want me to continue?”

“Yes, pl—,” You can’t find the words, as they get lost somewhere in San’s mouth, once you give him confirmation. His tongue is exploring the inner space of your mouth, and his hand has become busy with taking off your pants. You kneel, making space to let your jeans slide off your thighs and you have to raise your legs to finally get rid of it. Your panties are still on, when he lets his hand slide between your legs. His hand feels warmer than the heat that you have become, and when San finds your clitoris through the fine fabric, you spasm to the front. You bury your face into his shoulder and bite a small inch of his skin, when he begins to stroke that spot with two of his fingers and nibbles at your ear and whispers sweet nothings into it.

“So wet.”

Sharp breaths escape your breast, as he begins to play for your swollen clitoris.

“Come on, tell me what to do. There must be some things on your mind, right?”

San is luring you into a false sense of control and you’re stupid enough to obey his command. It’s just like he said; you need him, you need San, and if he doesn’t stop acting like he doesn’t know, you’re going to combust.

“Fuck, San, just make me feel—“, and though you can’t exactly hear yourself whine out from all the licking happening at your ear and his callous finger caressing your most sensitive area through the fabric, you still know you’re sighing, “so good.”

Your eyes lose focus, when you feel your panties disappear from your pussy, the cold air surprising your sensitive spot.

San sneers and finger-guns you, but before you can sneer, he sticks it into your mouth, lubing his digit up with your spit to carefully ease it to your pussy.

He groans and moves around the moisture for a short moment. San has always had quite thick fingers, but it feels even more robust now, when it slides into you. You clench around him and move your hips to the painfully slow pace of his pumps.

“Be patient. We don’t want you to hurt, do we?”

That he’s staying the nice little Sannie even in this situation makes you want to go insane, but not more than the slight scissoring to confirm your stretched innards.

“Patient enough?”, you hiss and grind against his hand again, to which San only coos, “Patient like the good girl you are.”

By then, his words and movements are almost like magic, when he angles his finger a little bit and finds your g-spot, which sends you into a short moment full of sparks and bliss, but a long, aching eternity, when it’s only repeated in the unbearably long intervals after a little bit of pulsating. You’re feeling every movement in such a detail, as if his one singular finger is becoming one with your body, one with your senses.

“Is this enough for you?”

You’re whirring and your mind is babbling nonsense from all the possibilities San is presenting you. Mushy and messed up, you move against his finger, which slips with ease through your wetness, while you try to figure out what you want more: San’s dick or San’s face.

“I’m waiting for an answer, you know,” San whispers, softly kissing your forehead, as he continues to finger you.

“Th- then eat me out,” you whine under your breath and something inside you churns, when he giggles and removes his finger. He raises you by your legs, pushing you by the hip at the same time. You’re on your back now, breathing heavily as San is aligning his face in front of your entrance.

“With pleasure,” he hums and spreads your legs with his elbows, putting you on full display. It’s much too late to feel embarrassed now. You’re not shaved, you basically haven’t done anything, but maybe the rawness of it all is what intrigues you as well.

He stretches the skin a bit with both of his hands, making it get used to the position, while he peppers soft kisses on each of your thighs, that tickle each spot of your skin. You relax into his hands and naturally, you exhale the tension out of you.

His tongue feels soft and hot compared to his finger, when he slides it from the very bottom to the top, sending a shiver to your spine. It’s sensual and slow, and it does appear to you that San is savouring the taste, pushing his whole tongue against your labia to get the full picture of it. You shudder, a mixture of your own pulsating muscle and his humming vibrating between your legs.

He sucks on your clit and you notice immediately how pleasured are, already grabbing your sheets and curling your toes, pushing your legs against his hands he’s using to keep you opened. “Fuck,” you whine and move your head to the back, yearning for more stimulation. A slight chuckle leaves San’s mouth, until he plunges his tongue into you whilst continuing to suck all the sex juice that leaks out of you. The breath leaving his nose warms your privates and you quite figuratively melt into his mouth.

This time, he doesn’t need a lot of searching for your g-spot with his fingers and you weren’t prepared to immediately be sent back to pleasure-haven. He slides through the rough walls from the inside of you and doesn’t leave any spot go untouched, while he catches anything leaving out of your pussy with his mouth, creating squelching sounds all around.

The pleasure at your clitoris and the pitter-pattering inside you is slowly tying the knot, and you shut your eyes with unavoidable whines leaving your lips. It’s all happening way too fast for you to react to each and every motion.

“Fuck, San, don’t stop, I’m— Oh, fuck—!”

The wet sounds of San’s saliva being mixed with your sex fluids, and his fingers moving in- and out of you again, they’re all adding onto the roller-coaster drop of your orgasm, but San thirstily panting “cum, cum for me!” against your vulva —while his tongue is busy pleasuring you—, his hot breath condensing against your own heat, that’s got to be one of the many significant factors that finally sends you over the top.

You moan and drive your lower body against his face, thighs closing down on him to squeeze his head.

San doesn’t even think about stopping there though and keeps you up there: He thunders his finger to push your button continuously and get every remaining squirt into his mouth, his tongue shovelling it all in.

“San, I— fuck! Please, San,” you beg, though it’s not a plead for him to stop, but rather make this moment last forever. You’re shaking, your pelvis is trembling towards his sharp nose that’s dug into your private hair, before you collapse onto your mattress and San eventually stops, grinning pridefully.

His lips are swollen pink, eyes covered with a desirous veil and San has to swipe his bangs away from his face to look at your exhausted expression that’s still recovering from that hell of a heavenly orgasm. He swallows whatever’s left inside his mouth and leans over to you in order to bathe in your bliss. Out of pure gratitude, you cup his face and kiss him.

“You look all messed up already,” he admits, and enjoyment can be heard in his voice. Returning the kiss, San prompts: “Can you handle a second round? Or want to handle a second round, that is.”

Still panting, you nod eagerly, your lips grazing against his repeatedly.

“With words, lovely.”

You whine at his mendacious, know-it-all smile and give him a slap. "Quit it with the fucking-, ugh!" With an airy voice, you groan: “Yes, San. Please. I can handle, want to handle— want you to handle me, right fucking now."

San pats your head, pressing another kiss on your forehead and crams through the night stand cabinet next to the bed, probably searching for a condom and finding an untouched package full of it.

“Freshly-bought or just unused?”, he asks jokingly, putting the hand on your cheek as if he was pitying you for your minimalistic sex life that he’s assuming. The other hand is occupied opening up the box. “When did you buy these?”, he lisps, holding the condom in his mouth to rip it open, “I hope these aren’t expired.”

“Expire my ass!”

Oh, he better know you were keeping those for a good reason every time he came over. (Though you’ll keep it a secret it took half a year to get them to use.)

“You should say how fortunate that there’s so many, San.” You sniff. “’Cause hell knows this isn’t going to be—“

San slips into the latex layer with ease and doesn’t hesitate to enter your hole with one big, smooth slide. His finger is nothing compared to the thickness you’re experiencing; you just feel full, the stretch inside you making you feel like your body is being turned inside out. Before you can finish your clap-back, a wrecked and whole-hearted moan leaves your mouth.

“Isn’t going to be what?”, San asks, lowering his upper body and ultimately pulling out a little bit, sticking a thumb into your open mouth, “The last time? Is that what it is? You know you’ll want this again? Really, sweetheart?”

You don’t even want to form words anymore and just nod eagerly, sucking at his finger that tastes slightly acidic.

“It’s so dangerous to say that, you know that?”, and he’s pressing his forehead against yours, his dark, deep eyes staring into you with suffocating concentration. His hand is buried deep in your scalp. “Because you don’t know how happy that would make me”, San purrs with a raspy voice, and an airy moan leaves his mouth the second he thrusts right back into you. “So, so, unfathomably happy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I’m going to make you my little happy whore.”

It has already occurred to you that San had taken it as a challenge to call you every pet name that exists, but for him to degrade you like that, after every single word of of his sweet-talk has entranced you into numbing euphoria, has now just taken you to another state of pure bliss. With every creak of your bed and tug at your hair, your vision gets more blurry. You can see San and only San, piercing through you with his genitalia and eyes.

“Did you get that?”

“Y- yes!”

"I don't think so."

Your forehead cools down, when San gets his body back up again and installs his hands at your hips to get a good grab and also drive himself even deeper into you.

This has been your wet daydream for the longest of time— and even if you apparently could have been fucking him already during all those hours, which is frustrating, yes, but so, so fucking hot— listening to San’s sounds of pleasure, seeing his vision get all hazed from it and watching his eyes moving to the back of his, makes it all worth it.

He pulls in and out again, finding a steady pace to really feel your inner space expand and close down on him again.

“Are you going to fuck me stupid?”, you lisp into his finger, your saliva sliding down your lip, cooling your fever down.

You can feel he’s sweating as well, as your fingers search through the cold wetness of his hair. "Do you want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Fuck me stupid, San!”

And with that appellation, San removes the thumb from your mouth and collars your throat with an almost animalistic growl and thrusts with ridiculous precision and force at the same time, a loud clap echoing through your bedroom. You’re not sure whether you’ve made a mistake, but San is absolutely blinded by pure desire now. With a slight choke, you try to moan, his shaft moving in and out of you mindlessly.

As he pounds into you, you notice once more that San’s breaths are being cut short because he’s still trying to stay as quiet as possible and you stare him down, his fingers collaring your neck.

“I, I want you to—“, you stutter, gasping for air and trying to catch up with your shaken body, “‘want to hear you moan. Moan for me, San, please!”

He laughs a little bit, panting along your plead and places his lips against your earlobe, letting you breathe freely for the short moment he's roaring things into it, his hand tangled in your hair.

“You, hah, feel just as delicious as you taste. You feel so good around my big cock. I bet you’ve never, unnh, had a big cock like mine, haven’t you? Never had someone like me, shit, fuck you out like this. How, ah, fuck, long have you been fantasizing this, huh? Days? Weeks? Months? Stupid little girl, thinks I didn't know, haha."

His breathy moans are absolute angelic, and that’s all you can comprehend, when you slowly feel your mind drift away. He’s hitting the spots just right, pressing your buttons with aligned movements. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, your moaning more strained. You don't even care that San is showing you that everything you knew was a lie, or at least an act he's kept up to mock you, because if your obliviousness has led to this moment— his cock crashing through you with a pace that makes you fear the next morning— then yes, again, it was all really worth it.

"I'm gonna—", you whine, and you're cut off by his hand again. Your eyes can barely perceive his sex-drunk expression, when you feel the knot inside you preparing itself for explosion.

"You're gonna cum?", San asks, his heavy breathing making it sound like he's gasping, "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, I am!", you grunt and the male licks his whole palm to lube it up in order to rub it around your clitoris for maximum pleasure. You shiver, your legs trying to free themselves from the heavy weight that is Choi San, and screams for mercy leave your mouth, your second orgasm sending you to heaven, hell and back to earth, when he pulls out and continues to slide his hand over your clitoris until you spasm away from his touch. In the meanwhile, San has taken the collar off your neck and resumed jacking himself off, moaning your name and other pretty words to himself.

"You're so pretty like this, fuck," he cusses, the squelching sounds in his hands becoming more inaudible. "So fucked-out, because of me— shit .. I'll—"

He grabs you by your head, pulling his own face closer to yours to meet your lips for the last time, quickly removing the condom. Sharing a deep kiss, he ejaculates onto your abdomen, moaning from his own release into your opened lips. You lay there, wordlessly, your brain both foggy and clear as it has never been. You feel your warm sweat dry refreshingly on your skin and San shuffles away from the bed, walking to the bathroom with practiced steps to discard the empty condom and return with a towel to get you clean.

"And?", he asks, as you search for your pillow to clench onto it, feeling the stretched skin inside you. Sure, San has somewhat prepared you for the fucking, but no metronome could replicate the cruel rhythm he made you cum with.

"What, and?", you ask him back, your voice a bit raspy from the loud moaning.

"How was it?"

San looks completely innocent again and it baffles you that you're falling for it again, even when his hair is forming unholy strands, immoral sweat dropping from his chin as he speaks. It's a cringe-worthy question and you would have dismissed it, if it wasn't for the cuddle you got from him.

"Come on, was it up to your imagination?", San begs you to answer, burying your body between his heated-up arms.

"Yes," you answer weakly. "Sannie, you’ve.. You've done your job. That was S-Level people pleasing, really."

San grins, placing multiple kisses over your temple and forehead. "You have such a way with words," he comments, "good thing that it really brings you far in life, hm?"

Was this the right time to make dad-jokes?

No, but nobody has fucked you out like San, so you'll let it slide. Even the corny "eating you out for breakfast" quip he makes in the morning, when you both notice that the fridge is still very much empty, or the "from study- to fuck-buddies" monologue he holds on your drive back to campus, you'll all let it slide.

(And maybe you're stating the obvious here, but poor Seonghwa is never going to forgive you for San's laugh after you say something sensational with "letting it slide" used in another context, this time in the narrow space of his residency-bedroom, his roomie having listened to all the sounds coming out of your mouth behind the thin walls.)

part two: “into it, too deep”

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #choi san x reader #choi san smut #choi san scenarios #choi san x you #choi san x y/n #haveyourwaywithwordsbemypeoplepleaser #chokkiwa

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mrs-monaghan · 8 months

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Hi Shaz! Im feeling so down today, i had been stressed out for the whole week as I have 2 audits and 2 assessment for this month, I dis not pass one of my assessment today. Pls give me some Jikook content to lift my spirit up 😘 I know reading ur blogs will make me feel good, that’s why I run here after hahahah

I got u my lovely. There is never shortage of Jikook content! I didn't do it when u asked me but better late than never, no?

To start us off, how soft is this image?

No seriously, how soft is that?

(Which reminds me, @youaremy-parkfilter I haven't 4go10 your ask. I just haven't had time to rewatch the episode but I will, I promise)

It's a subconscious act too, that's what I love about it. Their size difference though! Gets me everytime

I love them sm 😩😩😩😩😫😫😫😫

Okay, okay. Let's get it together. Too fluffy..too much fluff. I know just the thing to get me back on track. 😏 see this photo of JK where he looks like a professional wrecker?

No, but he really do be looking like he does indeed wreck Jimin seven days a week 🥵 Anyway, remember how he adjusts the Jungkonda during this clip? Isn't it funny who he's talking about while he does that? 🤭🤭🤭

😂🤣😂 Look, this isn't what you would call a typical Jikook moment. It's just one of those things someone with a brain like mine would notice, alright? It's JK adjusting himself, of course I noticed. But it was JK adjusting himself while talking about Jimin. 🤭🤭🤭

Moving onnnnnnn.... what do you reckon Jikook have been saying to eo all these years?

And why do they have to be that close? Its that lack of personal space thing they've always had going on 🤭

Anyway, let's do a tiny analysis because we can. I was watching this because it doesn't matter how long you've been around there is always BTS content to catch up on, and I noticed something that really tickled me.

So Jimin was asked to pretend he's preventing his gf from breaking up with him. V wanted to pretend to be the gf but JK quickly beats him to it.

He stands up incredibly fast and stops infront of Jimin 😂😂 JK did not want another member to play this role. He really wanted to be Jimin's pretend girlfriend 🤭🤭🤭

The best part though, is when Jimin still names his girlfriend Jeon Jungkook. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm sorry but that was too funny to me. Jimin and his girlfriend Jungkook 🤭🤭 Not RM finding it cringy 😂😂😂 RM's reactions never fail y'all.

Then, Jimin was asked to pick an actress he would love to work with.

And so he did.

Then an outraged JK was like, what about me???

Umm... okay? You're not even on the list bro, maybe chill? 🤭😂

It's the little things guys. It's the little things. And of course satellite Jikook are sitting next to eo. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

Next I'm gonna share this extremely soft Jikook moment. Like, he didn't even hurt him. That punch was so soft and yet here Jimin is just hugging on JK and apologising for the clearly painless punch. But its the tight hug at the end for me 🥺

Alrighty! Back to another BV analysis. So remember when they went to that tourist place with all the dinosaur carcasses and Jimin was soooooooo excited? As soon as he spotted it he told us about how he loves dinosaurs

He couldn't wait to get off the ATV and ran towards it.

And there he goes telling RM all about it. Super super excited he is.

As soon as he was given the go ahead he got inside one of them.

Now, JK could you please tell us your favourite animal just one more time?

Thank you JK ☺☺☺

Out of the million things Jikook have in common, quickly add dinosaurs to the list if you haven't. 🥰🥰

While we are on BV there is this one moment that I didn't understand. Like Jimin was just there... he wasn't even talking it was RM and someone else talking. But JK was just.... staring at Mimi

Like for no reason. And as soon as Jimin turned back to his food JK quickly looks away.

This JK habit absolutely fascinates me. Like fr fr. What is it? What goes on? Like Mr. Jeon can you speak your thoughts outloud? That's your man, you've known him for years, why do you look at him like you've never seen him before? It's just... I don't understand... but I know it ain't normal. Like, friends don't just stare at their other friends for no reason.

Okay so I just thought this was cute

And this will always be very eyebrow raising for me. Why u blushing for your bandmate Jimin?

And why does JK always look so cocky when that happens? 🤔 Guess we'll never know 🤷🏽‍♀️

Satellite Jeon my favourite! Look at him be subtle!

Oh what's that? V showing Jimin his phone?

Oops, JK must know what Jimin is looking at. On time, like clockwork. Peekaboo!

This one i clicked on by accident but I'm not mad at it. For me, It's how deep Jimin's fingers are digging into an erogenous part of JK's body 😏

Sorry I'm late my dear. But hope this post finds you well 💚💚💚

In conclusion:

#bon voyage Jikook #jikook analysis #whipped jk #whipped jungkook #satellite jeon #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook is real #if jikook isn't real then neither I'm i #jikook #jimin and jungkook #kookmin #minkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #satellite jikook

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 2 months

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Noo 'cause i was watching Vento Aureo/Golden Wind and in the part where Fugo's stand was almost desperated to clean itself i thought if i was there i'm sure i would approach Purple Haze and be like 'pobrecito 🥺' and give it a napkin so Purple Haze can clean itself (i understand his pain as a hater of germs.) and would kiss him in the head (i would die) like a mother kisses it's child.

Sorry for my cringy ass

As violent and deadly as Purple Haze can be for anyone in its immediate facility, just maybe there’s a chance it stills itself when noticing you holding out a napkin out. It probably won’t move but it’s eyeballing your gesture and you. It’s almost freaky how quiet it gets, if you try to approach it. Yeah there’s still drool coming out of its mouth, but it appears to be transfixed by you.

I’m thinking Purple Haze isn’t normally fond of being touched, or honestly not used to it because hey it can insta-kill people with its virus (if they’re not immune). If for some reason you’re feeling all fine and dandy to risk your life to kiss purple haze, the reaction is interesting. It wants to clean itself but it doesn’t do so, specifically because that interaction was from you. Cautiously the stand might attempt to touch you itself with its hand but merely hovers over you before jerking its hand back out of apparent hesitation.

So when Fugo pops back up, he wants to immediately scold you for being so reckless but the blond is utterly flustered. You technically kissed him through his damn stand and as much as he tries to give you some kind of reprimand, the guy is a mess emotionally right now. You gave him a kiss in the most stupidly sincere way, as little as that makes sense to him. He at least enjoyed the small bit of affection you gave Purple Haze. Inwardly though he’s elated you seem to care, but he doesn’t want you pulling that again with other potential stand users jumping in.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere jjba #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #jjba imagines #pannacotta fugo #yandere pannacotta fugo

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axofluff · 11 months

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The masked giant || Fem!reader x Konig

・❥・Masterlist

・❥・Tags/warnings: Nothing really much to say other than use of guns, first meeting, strangers to friends/crush,

・❥・Summary: With Ghost and the most of task force 141 out on a mission, leaving you behind. They assigned you to a new person...although he isn't what you thought, ・❥・Word count: 1926 ・❥・A/N: Wanted to start on my Konig mini series for the Fem!reader pov so I figured why not start with strangers to friends. Might make this mini series a slow burn since I HC Konig to be more shy and sheltered than Ghost.

BEEP BEEP BEEP You groggily slam your hand on the alarm clock, its daylight already and the rest of the team's already gone. You rub your eyes and sit up and stretch of any remaining sleep that is clinging onto you. Checking the schedule for today, you notice you have to meet your new supervisor whilst the teams out on an important mission. You knew almost nothing to who your suppose to meet other than "Konig- Training grounds 8AM." By his first name, you instantly knew he was somewhat either German or Austrian. You figured to take a quick shower since you still had an hour, the warm water running over your skin as you allow it to refill your energy. You always focused better when you was clean, although training was surely gonna make you sweat later on. Once done you decide to head over to the training grounds, you were 15 minuets early but its better to be early than late right? The sun hung up nicely in the sky and it was oddly warm for an autumn day. The base was quiet still at this time, the odd clangs and bangs from the garage as the mechanics work on the variety of vehicles that you had. Arriving at the training camp, you put your bag and water bottle down on one of the benches supplied. It's quiet...almost too quiet. You were so used to hearing Soap's cringy banter and Ghost's gruff voice as he barks commands at you. Complaining every time you missed a target. You decide to head over to the targets, a rifle on the table catches your eye. What's an unsupervised gun doing out...loaded to? Your curiosity gets the better of you as you pick it up and you aim it down at a target 10 Meters away from the post. "H-hello?" A thick germen accent suddenly causes you to lose focus and you turn around and your heart drops in your chest, A man around 6'10 looms over you, his arms crossed. His eyes glare behind the curtain draped on his head, secured on what seems to be a modded bike helmet. You suddenly put the gun down and you feel so small against him and this is the first time you've genuinely felt true fear here. His frame suddenly loosens as he realizes he's scaring at you. "Ah...I'm sorry...you must be yc/s (Your call sign), yes?" He extends his very large hand to you. It's as big as your head and you shyly accept it, his hand grips on yours. His huge fingers encasing yours in a tight shake. "Yes..." You squeak and you suddenly feel embarrassed, not quite sure on how to approach the giant before you. "I'm sorry if my size scares you....hah...well I'm Konig. I was told by Ghost to be your instructor whilst they were way the next few weeks. I...uhh...have never been a supervisor before." He plays with his mask and you can tell he's just as nervous as you are. How can such a person be so scared at his height? You think to yourself as his gaze is now soft. His green eyes avoiding eye contact with you as he glances to the side. "Ah...It's nice to meet you Konig. Please....just call me y/n. No need to be formal. " You nod, it hurts to crane your neck to look at him. You've never seen a man so tall, yet feel so shy

"Y-you too Y/n...such a pretty name haha...I hope you don't mind me saying that...I...uh....heh, anyways..." Konig gets all flustered and clears his throat. "Price gave me a training schedule for you to do...today's was just some spotting...I'm assuming you know how to work a rifle. So why don't you go ahead and take a few rounds at the targets for half an hour or so and we can move from there." "Sure, and not at all! Your not the first to mention it...I'll go ahead and load a rifle and shoot." You can't help but form a small blush. "Good...I'll watch..." He nods lightly as you pick the rifle again and aim down sight. Taking a breath before checking ammo count, realizing the mag's already full you turn safety off and you begin to drill bullets at the target. Missing a few but hitting the majority. After the mags done you take it out and switch it for a new mag, locking it in place before moving onto the next target. "Always aim a little higher when shooting targets at a longer distance." Konig calls out, you nod in reply and continue your attack. Still missing a lot. Two very large hands grab your waist and pull you upwards to change your stance. "Arms up...out stretched. Keep back upright." Konig re aligns your stance and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. The slightest touch sending you shivers. He suddenly let's go of you and walks off. Leaving you a flustered mess. You've never felt this strange fuzzy feeling and you do your best to push those aside. Konig was caring unlike Ghost, the way he talks, his body movemnts. Ghost was always belittling you, shouting at you. It was a nice change of pace for once. "Carry on...that should be better for you." Konig gives you the sign to carry on. You take his advice and fire another round. This time hitting 95% of your shots and you smile to yourself. "There you go...you aren't so bad after all haha!" Konig chuckles behind you and the sound erupts through you. Like a lions growl. It's enough to make you stop and freeze. "Is everything alright y/n?" He takes a sudden concern to how silent you just went. "Yeah...yeah just happy I was able to hit that target. ..T-thank you Konig." You turn your head around and flash him a small smile at the man. "Did ghost not teach you that at all...?" He tilts his head, pointing at your rifle in your hands. "No, just assumed I learnt it in bootcamp...shouted at me every time I missed." You shake your head as your eyes meet his again but this time he doesn't look away, the stare holding a little longer before you suddenly realize your staring. "Sorry...Konig...can I ask you something personal?" You bite your lip, itching to know how he was so tall. "Natürlich...of course" He leans against the wall next to you, nodding gently as he gives you permission. ((Natürlich- Of course.)) "How are you...well...so tall?" Your eyes glance from his feet to his eyes. "Ahhh...well...my Vater was quite tall...I don't actually know why I'm so big." He chuckles again, looking down. ((Vater- Father))

"Ah, I assume your height must cause you some issues with being a soldier." Your desire to get to know Konig etched more and more, the masked giant maybe wasn't so scary after all. "Funny you should mention that...I wanted to be a sniper...they took me off the course since I was way to tall. Now, I just mostly do demolitions and I'm a insertion specialist. Nothing fancy of what you and the task force does. " Konig shrugs, his eyes never leave you but as soon as you look back he quickly looks away bashfully.

"I haven't been on any serious mission with the boys...I'm still classed as new. It's why I didn't go with them today. I'm sure I'll get my fair share of action with them in time. Have my own scars to tell." You put the rifle down and shake your head, knowing your not the best soldier to be placed in the same honor if the team, but you felt proud none the less Konig recognized you as such. "Don't think so lowly of yourself. Y/n, I'm sure your strong, we all start off as a small bird waiting for its wings. You'll develop yours in time." He catches you off by guard, almost like he's reading your mind. "That means a lot Konig...thank you." You can't help but feel so drawn to him, yet you don't know why. You hardly knew nothing of the man yet it feels like you've known him from somewhere before. "It's a pleasure Y/n...We're getting off course haha...why don't you try with a sidearm now?" Konig heads over and hands you a small pistol. You smile as you accept it and you walk to the spot again. This time taking Konigs advice again and you fire. Hitting every bullet. "Look at you! You'll be the best shooter this team has seen in no time!" Konig tease's walking over and giving your shoulder a small squeeze. You blush again at the sudden contact, feeling your cheeks run pink. "Ah...I'm sorry." Konig pulls away and he begins to franticly blurt out an apology. His hands suddenly fumble with his pouches at the front, wanting a distraction. "No no It's okay!" You reassure him, smiling warmly and even though you can't see his face. You can tell he's smiling back. His demeanor was surprisingly warn and inviting, you can't help but want to learn more. You and Konig both go through target practice, he makes small adjustments here and there but none the less, you hit most of your shots. You feel Konig warm to you during your session as you both trade light banter and he doesn't stutter as much. If anyone walked in, they'd assume you were life long friends. "You did well, care to join me for lunch?" Konig helps you clear the shells and you put away the guns back in their designated areas. "Sure, I'd love to." You smile and grab your bag and water bottle. Konig nods and you follow him to the cafeteria. It was rather quiet and the only thing on the menu today was some soup. You wouldn't complain though as your starving. You both find a small table and he sits in front of you. He was still towering over you as you both sat. You looked like an innocent child with her father. The broth in your hands was just asking to be eaten and you hungrily take a sip only for it to burn your tongue and you drop your spoon. "Ah ah hot hot hot!" You take a swig of your water, hoping to sooth the pain. Your tongue screaming in pain. "Are you ok, y/n?" Konig leans over, his frame looming over. Your heart catches in your throat, hammering away at your fragile chest, "Y-yeah, just burnt my tongue. I'm rather hungry today, I should be more careful." You swirl your spoon in the soup, blowing on it gently. "You are certainly clumsy, Kleiner." He chuckles, shaking his head. ((Kleiner- Little one)) "It just smells good." You reply laughing, a smile forming on your face "Y/n your blushing...how cute." You never knew you was blushing and you look down shyly. You look down at your soup and you see your reflection in the spoon and it proves right, looking right back in the spoon you see your cheeks a rosy red. "S-sorry...it's the soup." You play it off, knowing the reason why your blushing is because of him. You just couldn't help it. The mysterious man just had this effect that made you craving more. "I can tell I'm gonna enjoy these next few weeks with you, y/n." Konig chuckles, leaning back. He cross's his arms, looking at you with a soft stare, his mask moves gently as he breaths. "I shall look forward to it." You decide to take another sip of your soup and this time its not like eating lava of the sun, turning your gaze back to the soup to hide your blushing. Your butterfly's racing around in your chest.

Were you falling for someone you just met?

Was it even possible?

#konig cod #konig x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig x you #konig call of duty

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