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calliopesdiary · 17 days

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“mini-me”

synopsis; your little sister captures the hearts of your boyfriends, you may even say she has a little crush on james.

contents; sexual activity mentioned, fem!reader, reader has a cute lil sister, poly!marauders, james has baby fever, you have baby fever, i have baby fever, everyone has baby fever

warnings; none! just a brief mention of sex but nothing bad (;

a/n; i’ve been daydreaming about this fic for so long

“NESSIE! FINALLY MY BEST FRIEND IS BACK!"

roared a thunderous James Potter who’d spotted your little sister— Vanessa.

Nessie was all over the boys, and they were all over her. she was a first-year hufflepuff and a true sweetheart.

Sirius silently adored how similar you two looked, it was like looking at twins— except one of them happened to be five years older than the other.

He was too afraid and stubborn to admit it, but Nessie gave him a heavy dose of baby fever.

was she a baby? no, not even close. but something about her cheeky smile, the way her robes hung over her like how a child pretending to be an adult’s would, and how her hand (which was considerably smaller than his) slid into yours lovingly at any given time.

maybe it was just that he wanted to see you as a mom, or that he longed for a family that was warm and loving.

“y/n, dear.” Sirius caught your attention quickly, even though you were watching James ramble on to Nessie like it was an oscar award winning film.

“hm—?” you hummed, attempting to pry your eyes away from the sweet scene.

“what do you think i’d-be like?”

“what do i think what would be like?”

“you know, having kids.” he could tell from your flustered expression that to were certainly not expecting that.

“o-oh… w-well…”

luckily the conversation had been interrupted by one Nessie.

Nessie ended her conversation with James, earning a “hey!” when she walked away from him.

“Siri.” she tugged in his sleeve.

“yes, darling?”

she blushed at the pet name, and started twirling her hair.

“um.. will you guys take me to Hogsmeade…?”

“Hogsmeade? Ness, only third years and over can go to Hogsmeade—“

“Professor Mcgonagall said if i went with you then it would be alright!”

She tugged on Sirius’ slightly oversized leather jacket once more, as he stumbles from the unexpected tug.

“whats going on in here— AGH!”

Remus stumbled backwards as Nessie pounced on top of him like some wild animal who was about to feed on him.

“hi— oof— hi Nessie.”

Remus was taken aback by the little first year jumping around in him in a circle chanting;

“i’m going to Hogsmeade!”

“Ness, he gets it.” You groaned from your position on James’ lap.

“Get off!!” Nessie shoved you with all of her pre-puberty force.

“N-Nessie!” you ‘gently’ hit the bedpost as Nessie locked herself onto James.

“What candy is she on? Pixi Stix?”

“Oh, suck my dick, Moony.”

“Gladly—“

“Oi!” Barked James.”

“whats a dick?”

“Nessie—..”

HOGSMEADE was beautiful in summer time.

obviously— it wasn’t summer yet, but with April coming to a close and blossoming like a flower, you could basically say it was summertime.

you walked along with Remus and Sirius, as Nessie was hanging around with James as they skipped ahead down the alleys and walkways of Hogsmeade.

you adored James, and how sweet he was to your sister, she was such a sweet kid and deserved the love.

"James?" Nessie stopped skipping for a moment, keeping a steady walking pace instead.

"Hm?"

"Do you love my sister?"

"I do."

"so why don't you marry her?" Sirius burst into a quiet laughter, and Remus tucked the hysterical boy into his chest.

"i- marry her? i'd love too, but we're a bit young."

“but Snow White was 14 when she got married.”

“Oh.” James was clearly a bit flustered, his cheeks turned to a shade of pink.

Remus watched his lovers interact with Nessie, and it sparked something deep inside him.

Remus (until now) had ruled out a happy ending for himself.

being a lycanthrope, he never wanted to pass that burden to his child. so he couldn’t— no, wouldn’t have kids.

but somehow, someway, as he watched you with your little sister. he realized how badly he wanted you to be a mom.

for the first time, Remus realized that he could live happily.

“Remus? are you alright?” You tapped his shoulder rapidly, and he snapped out of his trance.

“Y-yes, sorry I got distracted.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” you smiled brightly up to him, the smile he was so in love with.

the smile he wanted his kids to have.

you four dropped Nessie off back at her common room, and Sirius immediately sprung onto you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Siri?” you asked through soft giggles.

“I can’t wait to have a kid with you.”

#marauders era #fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders #poly!marauders x reader #fanfiction #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader'

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junkdrawerfics · 11 months

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Game On

(one of my favorite clips, lowkey)

Jasper X Reader

Summary: A little snippet of wolf!reader playing baseball with the Cullens. You and Emmett have a little rivalry going, and you'll do anything for some Jasper scratches.

Word Count: 1021

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“You sure you can keep up with us, wolfie?” Emmet calls from the batter’s box with an absolutely snarky grin.

You cock a brow at him, settling into a crouch with an equally vicious smile, “Just you watch me, Em, you won’t make it to first base.”

“I’d like to see that,” he taunts back, twisting his grip on the bat and posing it over his shoulder.

Jasper chuckles from across the field, the sound easily reaching your sensitive ears, “Take it easy on him, darlin’.”

“No can do, Jas.” Your friendly rivalry with Emmett started as soon as you and Jasper got together, only made worse by you being a shifter. Competitiveness runs deep in your blood. “Someone has to put him in his place, and you pansies sure aren’t going to.”

“Ooh-” Emmett hisses through his teeth dramatically. “-you gonna let her talk to you like that?”

“I’m not one to get offended by a few words,” Jasper shoots back, smirk all too cocky, “Not like when you whined a full week when she called you a cream puff.”

“Hey-”

“It’s time!” Alice chimes before Emmett can stand up for himself.

You snicker and he throws a glare your way.

Game on.

With your enhanced speed and strength, you put up a good fight against the vampires. It’s almost unfair, you and Jasper working perfectly in sync, getting them out one at a time. On your turn to bat, the feeling of smashing the ball, brutal and unrestrained, makes your whole body spark to life, driving you through the plates like a flash of lightning. It’s exhilarating.

Nearing the end of the thunderstorm, the game is close, your team up by one run. Emmett is back up to bat. Chest heaving, heart pounding, you make eye contact with him and, with the most wolfish smile, mouth a silent, ‘Bring it.’

Emmett scowls, eyes focusing back on Alice, and you hear Jasper chuckle softly.

Alice winds up, moving with practiced ease, and launches the baseball straight down the line. A crack of thunder overlaps the loud ring of the bat slamming into it, and it goes flying. You go flying after it.

You tear through the trees, eyes bright with glee as you follow the ball. The wind whips your hair around wildly, the damp ground giving way under your feet. You feel free. Out of breath, every muscle aching, but free. The moment right before your feet leave the ground, adrenaline surges through every cell of your body and you explode into a mess of fur and snapping teeth.

You jump, far too high, far too fast. But your teeth clamp down on the baseball, practically ripping through the leather, before you go crashing to the ground in a flurry of dirt and grass. The earth shakes at your impact, the sound louder than the storm’s thunder.

“(Y/n)!”

The family of vampires freeze, eyes wide. Jasper races after you. Worry burns through his veins as he comes to a stop at the crater’s edge. Gold eyes narrowed, he desperately searches through the haze of dirt for a sign that you’re okay.

Then you pop back up, and all his concern dissipates. You, in wolf form, look up at him with happy, squinted eyes, the ball still clamped firmly in your jaws. Your whole body practically shakes with how hard your tail is wagging.

“Well look at you,” the blond sighs, shaking his head, “I didn’t know wolves could fly, darlin’.”

Shaking off the dirt clinging to your fur, you scramble out of the hole you created. Without hesitation, you push into Jasper’s open arms. He chuckles as you wiggle in his grip, letting out little happy huffs as he scratches your head. You love it when he gives you scratches in wolf form, it’s like getting a massage in human form.

“You know-” You perk your ears and pause to look up at his slanted, mischievous grin. “-Emmett won’t like this.”

You let out a muffled ‘woof’. He better not like it, because he just signed his defeat. You won. The thought makes you growl happily as you adjust the ball in your mouth. Time to show off your victory.

Jasper sticks by your side and you trot back to the field. The moment you reach the tree line, Emmett lets out a loud, rumbling groan.

“That has to be cheating!”

“Umpire?”

Everyone turns to Esme. Emmett looks so hopeful, but then she looks at you and winks. You’ve never been so happy to see someone’s face plummet.

“You’re out, Emmett.”

You drop the ball and let out a small victorious howl. The man glares at you playfully, but you catch the smallest glimpse of a smile when you do a few happy stomps and throw yourself at Jasper. The blond grunts as your full weight takes you both to the ground.

“Darlin’,” he wheezes out a bright laugh, “you’re crushing me.”

You huff, not caring even a bit as you drop your head on top of his chest. More scratches. You deserve more scratches, you won the game! Jasper can feel your insistence, having grown accustomed to reading your more chaotic emotions in this form, and gives in when you nudge him with your nose, licking his face. He curls his fingers through your thick fur, earning a happy grumble from you.

“We’re going to head back to the house,” Carlisle announces, voice ringing with amusement, “Feel free to join us when you would like to.”

Which ends up being far later in the night because there is something so lovely about just curling up with your vampire and watching the stars come out. He eventually goes and retrieves your extra clothes (he started keeping some with him after several phasing accidents) and you return to the Cullen household, where you mercilessly mock Emmett.

“How does it feel to lose to a wolf, cream puff?”

“(Y/n), I swear to God I’m gonna-”

You dash up the stairs, giggling wildly. Jasper follows behind slowly, tossing the bigger vampire a smug grin.

“Next time, you shouldn’t underestimate her.”

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This idea came to me at like midnight and I wrote down the idea and I love it. I hope you guys enjoyed it too!

#reader insert #x reader #reader #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #twilight saga #twilight #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper x reader #wolf reader #baseball scene #wrote this listening to super massive blackhole

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janaispunk · 2 months

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when we go crashing down

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

summary: And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

word count: 808

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> mdni, angst, toxic relationship (situationship), cheating, able-bodied reader, Dave pulls her hair, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v, a hint of rough sex, a hint of choking, no happy ending (i’m just as shocked as you are)

a/n: another drabble for @beskarandblasters’ taylor swift drabble challenge, this time based on the song style. i hurt my own feelings with this one ngl. we’re entering my angsty era i’m afraid.

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You’re shivering, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, until the familiar car comes into view, headlights swinging over the dark parking lot.

Your heels click on the ground as you’re walking towards it and get in. You can only make out the silhouette of Dave’s face, the strong shape of his nose, the pout of his lips. His jaw is clenched, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He’s tense, agitated, just like he always is.

“You have to stop calling me.”

He’s stern, his voice carefully controlled.

“You could stop picking up.”

You know that he won’t. Just like you won’t stop calling.

Silence stretches between you as he speeds through the dark night. The drive always feels like forever, and not long enough at the same time.

His wild eyes keep flickering from the road to you, taking in your face, the red lipstick that’s only a bit messy at this point of the night, the tight little skirt that’s leaving most of your thighs bare.

The familiar electricity sparks between you. Just like it always does.

He follows you into your apartment, a tangle of limbs, eager fingers pulling up and tugging on garments. He traps your body against your door, pressing your back into the hard surface. His coat is in a heap on the floor, his pants pulled down just enough, your skirt pushed up. His lips against your mouth are hungry, just as demanding as his hands, as his thrusts when he sinks into you.

It stings, the stretch around him, but the pain of him leaving without a word, traces of your lipstick all over his face, is worse.

Two weeks later, you don’t even make it out of the car. He had refused to come up with you, so you climb over and straddle him in the driver’s seat.

His resolve crumbles immediately, his fingers grabbing at every part of you that he can reach.

You ride him until your thighs are burning, but you’re chasing the high that only he knows how to give you.

One of his hands wraps around your throat, his hips pistoning upwards, his cock hitting a spot so deep inside of you that it brings tears to your eyes.

“Stop calling me,” he snarls.

You glare at him, breathless, but still meeting his every thrust.

“Do you really want that? Do you want this to stop?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to.

The next time, he’s out of the car before you can get in. His hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back into the club, through the crowds of people and straight into the bathroom.

“I told you to stop,” he growls as he bends you over the sink and pushes your skirt up.

He keeps a firm grip in your hair, holds you up while he pounds into you from behind. Your eyes are glued to the mirror, to the reflection of the both of you.

You look good together, you think. He’s like a daydream, dark eyes glinting behind you, his breath panting, his hair a mess.

Your heart aches in your chest when he drops you off. You know that it will never lead to more than this, you’ve tried. You can’t control it, helplessly watching the both of you go round and round each time.

A couple of weeks go by and you don’t call him. He glares at you the next time you slide into the passenger seat, asks where you’ve been. You went home with someone else the last few times, you admit. He grits his jaw, his lips curling into a scowl.

“Don’t try to tell me that you’re not seeing anyone else. I know about Carol.”

It hurts, saying her name out loud.

“That’s different,” he mumbles. There’s no real conviction behind his words.

“It’s not and you know it.”

He fucks you on your couch this time. It’s softer than usual, the cushions in your back almost making it feel like you’re in bed. It’s dangerous, too close to something intimate, to something more. It makes you long for something that will never be, but you don’t tell him to stop. Let yourself pretend, even if just for a few moments.

It’s not until he’s out of the door that you realize he didn’t tell you to stop calling him this time.

The last time you get into his car, you know that something is wrong. The tension is rolling off of him in waves.

When he asks you to not contact him anymore, he sounds different, resigned. You know that he means it this time.

“Carol’s pregnant. I– we’re getting married.”

You swallow, hard. Eyes wide open, unblinkingly staring straight ahead into the darkness. A curt nod, a quiet hum of understanding. You always knew this day would come.

“Just take me home.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months

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Whoa you like Nuada too? I can’t pass this up! Can you please write Nuada with a reader who is cheerful individual? I like grumpy x sunshine ships 😆 I feel he wouldn’t know how to go about it and more confused when he falls for reader (Gender neutral pls)

Of course I like Nuada anon! How could I not?! I’d be ashamed of myself if I didn’t.🦦 also this is long as shit. I got carried away…no I won’t apologise.

Nuada first heard of you whilst being held captive at the BRPD through Nuala, whom had met you earlier that day through your mutual love of literature. And according to his sister you were a bright, bubbly, happy and warm individual who made her feel welcomed and included the moment she came to the Bureau; even going so far as to gift her with a poetry book with a cerulean blue cover.

It was actually a personal possession of yours but due to never haven gotten to read it, you had decided that it would serve Nuala far better than it ever did you. Nuala naturally refused to accept it but, you were persistent that she’d have it as you would rather have it be well loved and read than sitting on a cold, lonely shelf collecting dust.

‘They’re such a delight to talk to brother.’ Nuala began, clutching the poetry book with the cerulean cover close to her chest as though it were a priceless treasure, which to her it very much was.

‘They’re human dear sister, this persona they’ve put on is probably a trick, an illusions of sorts to lure you into a false sense of security.’ Nuada warns, not as trusting towards humanity as Nuala was. Giving? Warm? Welcoming? These were traits that the elven prince would’ve never associated with humans. Ever. It just sounded too far fetched to think that such a kindhearted and selfless person could ever have existed. Nuada only knew humanity for their glutinous greed, so such simple acts of kindness as gifting someone a poetry book, would do very little to change his perspective on the entirety of mankind.

Nuala frowns. ‘You haven’t even met them and yet you refuse to give them a fair chance. I understand your grievances towards humans but all I ask of you, dear brother, is that you learn to trust one, even if that one happens to be y/n.’ Nuala pleaded with Nuada, holding out on a spark of hope that with your influence, Nuada’s heart will no longer be veiled in shadows. Nuala truly believed that if anyone could come close to doing just that, it would be you, she just knew it.

Nuada merely scoffs at the notion his sister has in you being the one to unveil his heart of the pain and suffering. While he may have once bended to his twins every plea, this was one he could not find himself willingly doing so and the look upon Nuala’s face told him that she was very much made aware of that fact and wordlessly left.

Nuada wouldn’t get to experience you in your entirety until the BRPD decided that Nuada was trusted to head out on missions as your partner, they too also had some inclination that your bright and sweet persona would not only run off on Nuada but also soften his resolve against all of humanity; an request that would take a lot out of you.

‘You must be Prince Nuada. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name I’ve heard so much about.’ You said, barely able to contain your excitement at finally being given a partner. Sure the stories you’ve heard about the elven prince were…less then enlightening, framing him as an angry and vengeful being incapable of change, but the ones you’ve heard from Nuala however painted Nuada as a somewhat tragic figure.

‘I can’t remember the last time I saw my brother smile, if he even smiled at all.’ Nuala would say as a saddened look came across her face before she looked over at you when you abruptly grabbed her hand, face set in serious determination.

‘I’ll try and get him to smile more for you.’ You said.

‘It’s an impossible feat.’ Nuala counters but you weren’t having any of it.

‘Then I’ll just keep trying until I do, no matter how long that may take.’ You replied, staying strong to your conviction.

‘Why. Why would you go out of your way to do something for someone you barely even know?’ Nuala asked, feeling your strength, determination, heart and more theough just holding your hand alone. It was overwhelming of hoe bright you were that Nuala swore she would soon be blinded by your light alone, however it was because of your power of will that gave her hope, hope that you’ll might just do what she had long since believed to be impossible.

You merely smiled and relied with, ‘because even the strongest of us deserve to smile and like you said, you don’t remember the last time that you’ve seen your brother smile. So leave that to me and I promise to have Nuada smiling soon.’

And you always meant your promises. Always. What you wasn’t expecting was how handsome Nuada actually was. No one had bothered to tell you prior that your partner was a true beauty. A beauty with a piercing set of golden eyes and desirably soft, silky hair that fell past his shoulders in a platinum blonde waterfall. He held an air about him that made you both nervous and excited, however you had to quickly remind yourself that he wasn’t going to warm up to you nearly as quickly as you’d hoped.

Nuada on the other hand was immediately blindsided by your personality. It was so vibrant, colourful and filled to the brim with radiant life that he was certain that he looked rather dull and lifeless in comparison. It also looked as though his sister was right about many things in regard to your character, however that didn’t warrant Nuada to immediately start trusting you like she had wished for, after all you were still a human at the end of the day.

‘I’m-‘

‘Y/n. I’m aware.’ Nuada cuts you off abruptly before you could properly introduce yourself.

You made a face. ‘How-‘

‘My sister speaks highly of you,’ you began to smile at that but Nuada wasn’t finished, ‘but I have yet to witness what’s so special about you.’ You merely shrugged and answered with your entire chest. ‘You will soon enough. I promised your sister to get you to smile after all.’ Nuada’s brows raised at this but before he could get you to elaborate on that further, it was already time to head out for your first mission as a partnership.

Your first mission had turned out to be an avid success that it would only stand to reason to keep sending you and Nuada out as a team. You worked extremely well together and your fighting styles complement each others, while also concealing any weak spots that the other may have almost seamlessly. You and Nuada both complement missions in quick and swift succession. That was out in the field however, the way you acted towards Nuada afterwards made him feel a weird warmth within his chest.

You would often note of how Nuada fell a good distance behind everyone else after group missions, and so you would then fall to the back of the group also -not wanting him to be alone- before naturally falling into step with him, all the while still adhering to giving him his own personal space. You didn’t force a conversation with him like he expected you to, but instead allowed a calming silence to befall the pair of you as you headed home; Which was something he was oddly grateful to you for as he wasn’t that much of a conversationalist after battle.

However he couldn’t help but wonder why you were putting in so much effort into him. He hated your kind and yet you’ve treated him with nothing but respect and kindness. You didn’t push his boundaries, you didn’t overstay your welcome but even long after you left his side, Nauda could still feel your lingering warmth within every breeze that passed him by. Nuada just didn’t get why you were so hellbent on your promise to his sister, was it truly that important for you to help fulfil Nuala’s wish? And if so, what was it that she had said at the time for you that solidified your need to see it through film the end?

While Nuada had to admit, it was quite admirable that you kept to your word but some days he couldn’t help but question whether if that was your sole reason for sticking so close to him. Whether or not he’d ever confront you about it was his to debate upon later, but as for now he decided against it; His pride would never allow him to indulge in such thoughts and ideations that weren’t remotely relevant to hating humans.

Nuada had also noticed that after being your partner for a while, he had developed a need to protect you from all harm. At first he thought that if you died on a mission, the fault would fall onto him and he would be put back into confinement until further notice, but he soon learned that wasn’t actually the case; Far from it actually that he soon found himself sitting across from his sister to discuss about it.

‘Sounds like you have grown fond of y/n, brother.’ Nuala had said, smiling as she relishes in the times that Nuada obviously expressed interest in you without knowing it, but luckily that’s when the link they share makes situations like these a whole lot more simpler to navigate.

‘I merely find them more tolerable than others.’ Nuada defends, crossing his arms over his chest, still heavily in denial that anything he felt for you could possibly go beyond the realms of being cordial with one another. Yet that didn’t explain the sting in his chest whenever you were as joyful and excitable with anyone who wasn’t him, almost as though he wanted you to only beam that bright for him and him only.

‘Then why do you feel at peace with them near? Has their light finally unveiled your heart?’ Nuala asked and this time Nuada stayed silent for a longer period of time as he was beginning to realise that yes, you did infect have unveiled his heart from the shadows he cast over it. What scared him however was how you had done it. You constantly showed him patience during the times where he needed it, showed him understanding when he talked about his feelings, something he hadn’t done as much before meeting you; you even showed him solidarity for the times where he needed someone to stand by his side.

You had changed Nuada’s way of life in small but meaningful ways that there came a day where he starts to hate the fact that he had come this far without the gentle guidance of your voice for him to follow unto a better path. However despite acknowledging that you play a pivotal part in his current life, doesn’t mean that made Nuada’s understanding of his feelings any clearer than they were when he first discovered them.

‘They make me feel things I’d never thought I’d feel again Nuala.’ He began, knowing that whatever he said to his sister would be kept solely between them. ‘I’ve been lost admits my need for revenge that even the fluttering in my chest, or the warmth that reaches my cheeks feels foreign to me now.’ He adds, taking the time to remember the first time he felt something towards you that wasn’t explicit hatred for being human. ‘It feels as though I’m experiencing them for the first time and I can’t help but become addicted of sorts, that whenever they smile at me-‘

‘You hope that they smile at you like that forever.’ Nuala interrupts her brother softly, already quite well acquainted either that feeling from the times she felt Nuada’s emotions through the link.

‘Yes.’ Nuada said in an almost whisper. ‘I wish to be the reason y/n smiles as much as they are mine.’ Nuala couldn’t help but express her happiness for this new stage of Nuada’s life, all she wanted was for her brother to be happy and she was made even happier at the fact that it was you who made him the happiest he’s ever felt in a long time.

‘We shall get through this together brother.’ Nuala reassured, feeling her brothers’ still prevalent confusion, making Nuada look back at her, ‘then soon everything else will fall into place. You just have to put faith in the hope that y/n will be there to catch you when you fall.’

Nuada was still confused about everything but with hi sisters help, he hopes to surely get a clearer understanding of what he was currently feeling before confronting you about it.

#prince nuada x you #prince nuada x reader #prince nuada imagines #prince nuada imagine #nuada x you #nuada imagines #nuada x reader #nuada imagine

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lightsoutnaway · 2 months

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Everyone knew but us.

PAIRING: Carlos Sainz x gn! reader (no pronouns)

WARNINGS: Language, Lando slander (he's still my favorite little elf)

SUMMARY: You were Carlos' best friend before you were dating Lando. Watching you together made Carlos know that he loved you, and when Lando breaks your heart Carlos finally takes a chance on your love.

WORD COUNT: 1,766

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Requests are open!

Carlos had been furious with Lando when he found out that the little British asshole broke your heart. Carlos had begrudgingly given Lando his blessing eight months ago and he didn’t think he had ever regretted anything more.

The anger had started casually. When you came to races and you spent your time at Mclaren instead of Ferrari it sparked a little jealousy in him. He knew you were originally a Mclaren fan. It was one of the things he missed about racing for them.

When you came to the galas you were Lando’s date now, not Carlos.’ You spent the night hanging on Lando’s arm, not his. Things were different. Carlos was second to his friend, and he didn’t like it. You belonged to Carlos. He didn’t know why he’d never realized it before. But he knew it every time he saw you with Lando. And now you were here, crying in Carlos’ bed over Lando breaking your heart.

Carlos was in bed with you, arm around your waist, holding you to his chest as you sobbed. He was running his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you. You had been crying for nearly an hour at this point, and that was only since you arrived at his house. Carlos had been mostly quiet, whispering sweet nothings to you every now and then.

“I’m sorry, Carlos,” you sniffled. Your tears had subsided enough for you to get words out. Carlos lifted his head to look at you, but you didn’t look up at him. Your forehead was pressed to his collarbone, your eyes closed tightly, as if it would block out the pain.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for, mi amor?” Carlos let the nickname fall off his lips so easily. He’d refrained from using it when you started dating Lando. But it came back as easily as riding a bike. It was natural. He was glad to have it back.

“I knew you didn’t really want me to date him,” you said. “I could tell.” Carlos stilled his hand in your hair.

“I just want you to be happy,” Carlos said after a moment.

“But you didn’t want me to date Lando,” you repeated. Carlos sighed.

“No, mi amor. I did not,” Carlos admitted. “I did not think he would cheat on you though.”

“I shouldn’t have dated anyone at all. You’re my best friend,” you said. “That’s all I need.”

Carlos felt relief and sadness at your words. He didn’t want anyone else to have you. But he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. He wanted more. Now wasn’t the time though. You needed Carlos and if you didn’t feel the same way you would be alone at a time when you needed support.

“There’s someone for you,” Carlos comorted you. “You’ll be with them some day.” You hummed dismissively. Carlos closed his mouth. He knew better than to keep talking. Sometimes all you needed from him was his presence, and words did nothing to help you. He went back to running his fingers through your hair and he kept at it till you fell asleep in his arms.

When you woke the two of you were still tangled together. You woke before Carlos, but he felt you stir and woke only seconds later. He tightened his arms around you the moment he woke. He didn’t realize you were awake yet and was indulging himself in your touch. He was in heaven. Cuddling wasn’t new to the two of you, but it hadn’t happened since you started dating Lando. Lando was a naturally jealous man, and you and Carlos had dialed back your physical affections. Carlos was so grateful to have you back in his arms. You fit in them so perfectly. He leaned his nose in and took a whiff of your hair. You smiled.

“Did you just sniff me?” You asked. Carlos was clearly startled by the fact that you were awake. He couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed though.

“You smell good,” he said simply.

“I didn’t shower last night,” you said.

“I think it is just you, mi amor,” Carlos said. He leaned back in and took another whiff.

“Well, what do I smell like?” You asked. The first thought that came to Carlos' mind was ‘love,’ but he was too scared to say it.

“Flowers,” was all Carlos could come up with that wouldn’t make him sound like a lovesick puppy. You laughed.

“I don’t use floral soap,” you said. Carlos shrugged.

“I do not know, mi amor. I just know you smell good,” he said. You leaned into Carlos’ neck and inhaled his scent. You hummed.

“You smell good too,” you told him. Carlos smiled.

“Oh? And what do I smell like?” He asked. The first thought that came to your mind was ‘home,’ but you were too scared to say it.

“Rain,” you said instead. Carlos hummed and kissed the top of your head, pulling you tighter into his chest.

“Will you come with me to get my things from Lando’s?” You asked after a few minutes of basking in each other’s touch.

“I’ll get them for you,” Carlos said. “I don’t want you to have to see him again so soon.” You let out a little sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “You’ve always taken care of me, Carlos.”

“And I always will,” he answered at once. You nuzzled your nose against Carlos and took a deep breath. Neither of you rushed to get out of bed, but eventually you had to leave the comfort of each other’s arms. You ate the pancakes that Carlos made in a comfortable silence. Carlos put on your favorite movie for you and kissed the top of your head before telling you he’d be back with your things.

Carlos was thinking about what he might say to Lando during the drive to Lando’s house. Carlos was angry at Lando, but he didn’t want to aggravate the conflict. Carlos was level-headed and calm. It was one of the things that made him so good for you.

“Where’s y/n?” Lando asked when he opened the door.

“My house,” Carlos said.

“Oh.” Carlos raised an eyebrow.

“Did you think I would bring y/n here when I could come myself?” Carlos asked.

“No, it’s not that…” Lando said. “I don’t know which things are y/n’s and which are Valerie’s.” Carlos' expression went from mildly angry to disgusted. How could Lando be this awful?

“Let me in. I’ll know,” Carlos said. He was right. Lando presented him with a pile of clothes, cosmetics, and jewelry. Carlos picked out every item that was yours with complete certainty and didn’t leave any of your possessions behind. He turned to look at Lando before he left. “I never should have given you my blessing,” Carlos spit. Lando pursed his lips.

“Y/N’s in love with you too, so I don’t know why you did either,” Lando said. Carlos opened his mouth to reply but Lando closed the door in his face. Carlos stood there with a box of your things in his arms and a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Carlos wondered if you had told Lando that you loved him. You had been a wreck the night before. Carlos couldn’t really imagine you were in love with anyone but Lando. But the thought didn’t leave his mind as he drove back and carried your things into his house.

“Cariño?” Carlos called when he walked in. He placed the box on the counter. You appeared from the hallway.

“Hey,” you called. Carlos turned around and looked at you. He stayed quiet, unsure whether to bring up what was now on his mind.

“Did you get everything?” You asked. Carlos gestured to the box. You walked over and started sifting through everything. You pulled out your makeup bag. Carlos eyes were still drinking you in, his mind racing faster than he ever had. He was replaying every interaction you had ever had with him, picking up all the lost signals he had let pass by. You unzipped the makeup bag and started digging through it. You pulled something out that Carlos couldn’t see at first but you put down your makeup bag and held it up to show him.

It was the necklace he bought you after he got signed with Ferrari. It was a chili shaped pendant with rubies and emeralds set into it. Carlos had gotten it made for you when he got his first payment.

“Lando didn’t like when I wore it,” you explained. “I forgot to take it off before I went over the last time though.” Carlos still said nothing, but he took the necklace from you and you turned around, letting him put it back where it belonged. You turned around, running your fingers over the pendant. Carlos looked at your hand over the pendant. He looked at your eyes. He looked at your lips. Fuck it.

Carlos cupped your cheek in his hand and tilted your head back. Before you realized what was happening his lips were on yours. You let out a small gasp of surprise against him, but quickly started kissing him back. Your hands went to his shirt, twisting into the fabric and pulling him closer to you. Carlos moved his other hand to your waist, his large hands spreading out over your body. His lips were warm and sweet. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you whined in pleasure. One of your hands slid up his chest and neck till you were digging your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Carlos let out a small moan when you tugged.

Finally, finally you pulled apart, gasping for air. You stared into each other’s eyes. His dark brown eyes were filled with desire and love and something you couldn’t quite name but you knew you felt too. Words seemed unnecessary. The kiss had told both of you everything you needed to know. After a moment the two of you laughed, wide smiles making a home on each of your faces. Carlos moved his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body.

“What took us so long?” You asked, the smile still on your face. Carlos chuckled.

“Lando told me,” Carlos answered. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

“Told you what?” You asked.

“That you love me,” Carlos told you.

“How would he have known?” You asked. Carlos ran a finger over the chili pendant, shining brightly against your skin.

“I have a feeling that everyone knew but us.”

#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x gn! reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz fanfic

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jiyascepter · 3 months

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A Carnival Serenade

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Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Words: 915

Warnings/Content: pure fluff, grumpy x sunshine, cranky loki, teasing, reader is shorter than loki, est. relationship | lmk if there's more

Synopsis: A cheerful reader drags reluctant Loki into the chaos of a city carnival. Amidst cotton candy clouds, carnival games, and a spontaneous photo booth moment, unexpected sparks of affection and mischief intertwine, revealing that Loki has more to him under his stoic exterior.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Please pardon me, but this short is clichéd 😶‍🌫️

"Come on Loki!! Keep up with me!!" You shouted, turning back to see the grumpy God you had dragged with you to the city carnival that you absolutely loved to go to every year. Amazing food and games—why not?

Loki walked over to you with slow, reluctant steps to show his disinterest. He was judging—not you, but the people around him. His disgust for midgardians used to heighten whenever he used to go out with you. To his surprise, you take hold of his arm and start to drag him through the crowd. It was secretly funny to him to see such a little girl try to pull his tall, godly self.

"I fail to comprehend why you insist on subjecting me to this... spectacle," Loki grumbled, eyeing the vibrant chaos around you both.

"Come on, Loki! Lighten up a bit! Carnivals are all about fun and joy!" You chirped, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Loki sighed, resigned to his fate, as you practically skipped towards the entrance. The carnival was a riot of colors, with the scent of popcorn and cotton candy lingering in the air. His eyes squinted against the bright lights.

You stop at a cotton candy cart, where you buy an oversized, pink cloud of sugar. You draw up your hand near his lips. "Here, try some! It's like eating a piece of happiness!" Loki raises his eyebrow, his hands crossed, as he leans in to take a small bite.

"It's excessively sweet," he remarks. "Yeah, isn't it amazing?" you beam up at him, and Loki struggles to oppose a smile. You notice that, but decide not to tease the grumbling god for now. You both continued exploring the place, pulling Loki from one attraction to another. Loki glanced at you from time to time, secretly admiring how excited you became with every little thing.

"Let's get matching face paint, Loki! It'll be like a secret bonding ritual," she suggested with a wide grin.

He huffs. "I'm not getting that," he says, before you give him that sweet look of yours that was absolutely irresistible to him. He complies and you chuckle, admiring how he always used to impassively try new things with you.

"I look no less than a jester," he complains after the artist draws a small heart with an arrow on his face and yours. "You look absolutely sweet to me," you say, leaning in to place a soft peck on his cheek.

That's what drove his body to absolutely melt for you.

He won't show it, but he was almost enchanted by this small showcase of physical affection you displaced. And he wanted more, but he couldn't ask for a kiss in this rushed place.

The night progressed, filled with laughter, rides, and carnival games. You even won a stuffed animal at the ring toss, holding it up triumphantly. "And a little plushie for my God of Mischief," you teased, earning a faint smirk from him. He loved it whenever you used to address him by his title.

You both wandered through the carnival hand in hand, and you stopped in front of a photo booth. "What do you say Loki? Care for a picture?" And before he could even grumble about it being a childish endeavour, you ran inside the closed booth, giggling excitedly. He follows after you, scoffing as he takes a seat beside you, facing the camera.

"Ridiculous. I have no interest in such frivolous displays." You jokingly pout at him, "Come on, just one for me, okay? Now suggest a pose." He sighs and thinks for a moment, then it strikes him.

"How about...a...kiss on the cheek? I've seen youngsters do it..."

To your amazement, his voice sounded surprisingly shy. Of course he was shy; he rarely asked for physical affection. You raise an eyebrow and softly chuckle, "Really? Loki, the God of Mischief, suggesting a pose involving physical affection? This is a rare sight." Loki scowled, attempting to salvage his composure. "It's merely for the sake of a photograph. Don't read too much into it."

You chuckle again. "Sure, then let's go with your pose then. Who would've thought you were into these cute and sentimental gestures?" You lean in, but struggle a bit to reach Loki's elevated height while sitting.

"You're too short for me, darling," he says, a tease of mischief in his voice, and he was grinning. Dissatisfied with the lack of intimacy, he couldn't resist the urge to take matters into his own hands—quite literally. With an unexpected swiftness, he picks you up and places you on his lap, and you couldn't help but blush at this sudden turn of events.

"There, much better," Loki muttered, his stoic expression tinged with a rare hint of amusement. Now that you were comfortably settled on his lap, he tilted his head to the side, inviting the cheek kiss rather demandingly. You smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and press a rather sweet kiss on his cheek. A subtle warmth enveloped the god, contrasting with the usual cool facade he wore. In that fleeting moment, the touch of your lips sparked an unexpected sensation—a mixture of surprise and an unfamiliar tenderness. Loki, who was quick to dismiss such feelings, couldn't deny the subtle flutter in his chest. He felt an air of brief vulnerability.

The camera captures the sweet moment, which not only showcases your cute pose but also the playful dynamic of your unlikely pair.

#jiya writes #t: loki oneshots #loki #tom hiddleston #loki x female reader #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki oneshots #loki imagine #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fluff #marvel #mcu

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daenysx · 3 months

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Hi love!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could i possibly request a sirius x fem reader where reader just had an unbelievably long day at work (im projecting uni is kicking my behind) and she comes home so worn out and extra clingy cause she needs extra love and attention from sirius and of course our pretty boy is more than happy to oblige? thank you <333

this is so relatable, thank you for requesting angel, i hope you enjoy!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

sirius is trying to watch a film while he waits for you at home.

well, he's trying but he's not very good at focusing on the plot today. he keeps thinking of your voice, your sad and tired tone, your fake words to convince him that you're doing okay and he doesn't need to come get you from work. he keeps staring at the screen of his laptop just to make minutes go faster, his eyes are empty when his mind is full of you.

the sound of your keys unlocking the door makes him jumpy a little, he leaves the laptop on the couch to see you. your bag hangs from your shoulder, your eyes look puffy from what he can see, you don't look steady enough to move one more step. sirius frowns but he's quick to take your bag as you kick your shoes.

"welcome back, lovely." he says, quietly. you give him a worn out smile, sirius helps you with your jacket before he takes you in his arms. your hold isn't nearly as strong as his but you still hug him. he realizes you are almost ready to melt into his arms but you need a little time to do that. he brushes a quick kiss on your hair before he can see your face better.

his warm fingers push your hair back. "are you okay?"

you nod, giving him another smile. "better."

sirius supports you gently to go to the bedroom. you sit on bed as he brings you some comfy clothes. the way your eyes seem so blurry breaks his heart, he wants your spark back. he kneels in front of you and holds your hands, a kiss for each knuckle.

"can i help you change?"

you squeeze his hands. "i want to take a shower first, i think. i feel so messy like this."

he nods, stands up from his spot. "do you want me to come with you?" normally he'd ask the question teasingly, he'd smirk until you go mad but this time he's being cautious.

you nod, shyly. "but i don't think i can stay on my feet for too long."

"i'll hold you." he says. "i'll wash your hair and rub your back a bit under hot water, yeah? how does it sound, gorgeous?"

you smile and pull his face towards yourself with the last piece of strength you have. you kiss him for how sweet he's being, he wants to kiss you longer but you don't feel good enough and he knows.

sirius practically carries you to the shower, he helps you out of your clothes to get you under the hot water. he gets in with you, you lean into his chest as he holds you from your waist, his fingers are drawing circles on your skin. you make a sound that melts his heart, your muscles finally get to relax. sirius holds the back of your head to press your face on his neck. you kiss him and close your eyes, the water takes away all the stress you have from your tough day.

you think you'll fall asleep on your feet, leaning against sirius. he washes your hair and his long fingers rubbing your scalp feels perfect. he rinses the shampoo slowly, massages your shoulders with the rest of the bubbles. he cups your cheeks to see your eyes, finds them unfocused and sleepy. "come on, you lovely thing. you have to wait until we go to bed to sleep, yeah? i'll finish in a minute."

you hum, your head falls on his shoulder as you hold onto him like a koala. "i love you so much."

sirius's laugh echoes in the bathroom. "i know, baby." he says. "i love you, too. just keep your eyes open for me."

you nod, trying to do as he says. he finishes quickly just like he promises and you are out of the shower. you don't even have to move a muscle, sirius does everything for you. he doesn't say anything until he gets you nice and comfy, you feel like your heart will explode out of the amount of love you have for him.

you feel a lot better after a warm shower, you decide, the minutes spent under water clean you up in every way. you can feel the thoughts in your brain still exhaust you, but you can't have everything you want at the same time. for now, being physically clean helps a lot.

you change into the clothes sirius picked for you, one of his t-shirts and one of your little shorts. water drips from your hair and you try to use the towel to keep it a little dry. you sigh when your muscles stretch in a comforting but disturbing way.

sirius comes next to you after he finishes getting dressed himself, he stays behind as he takes the towel from your hands. he gently gathers all your hair in his hand and kisses your neck lovingly. you close your eyes, his lips feel like heaven on your skin. tilting your head back, you lean into him until he gives your another kiss.

"my poor baby." he whispers. you hum, needy for every touch. "let's brush your hair."

he does as he says, his fingers move to untangle your hair. he uses the comb after applying some oil you like, and you feel good enough to turn around when he finishes. he leaves the comb on your nightstand, his arms holding you immediately. you bury your face to his neck, the mixed smell of your shampoo and his cologne fill your senses.

"do you wanna go to bed?" he asks. "or maybe the couch?"

"the bed please." you say. he is quick to lift the covers to help you lay in bed. you can cry when you feel soft mattress under your tired body, a sound leaves your lips when you try to get comfortable.

"are you hungry, sweetheart?" sirius asks.

you shake your head. "i don't feel like eating, siri."

sirius hums, he knows he shouldn't force you. he plans a full breakfast for the morning quickly in his mind. "what about some tea, baby? the one you like that smells like berries?"

you think this option for a second, but even though the thought of a hot cup of tea sounds perfect, you don't feel good enough to sit and drink something. you extend a hand to him, he sits next to you on bed, careful eyes watching your every expression.

"maybe later." you say, a smile forming on your lips to convince him you're okay. "won't you come closer?"

sirius places himself gently in bed, right next to you. he is holding you instantly and you wrap yourself around him. his one hand starts rub your shoulder blades, and the other one goes to your hair. he kisses your head, and once more until he loses a breath.

there are voices in your head, they've been there the entire day. you were begging for some silence at some point when you called sirius but controlling your mind is not so easy. you just bury yourself closer to him like you're hiding from the world and he keeps you there. a slow teardrop falls on his neck from your eyes, your lips form a soft pout.

then the voices stop.

because now there's him talking and only him. his beautiful voice reaches your ears and you calm down easily. "it's okay." he says, his fingers are kind in your hair. "my baby's just tired, but you'll feel better. we'll stay in bed until you feel like yourself again, okay?"

you nod automatically, your lips pressed on his neck but not quite kissing. he kisses you instead, covers your forehead with fond brushes of his lips. "let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." his voice is low. "close your eyes, pretty girl."

"sirius?"

"hmm?"

"thank you." you whisper before breathing him in and closing your eyes for sleep.

"you are so lovely, do you know that?" he blinks, tightens his arms around you. "no need for that, i'm just trying to take care of my girl."

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #sirius black fic #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders fic #marauders fluff

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thefantasyden · 3 months

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Feels Like Floating

Pairing: Lee Know x Female reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

Warnings: Soft boy Minho, fingering, lots of praise and dirty talk, Minho is in loooove, some dry humping, Minho cums on readers tummy.

Word count: 1421

Summary: Minho is hopelessly in love, and it shows in everything he does with you.

"Min, why do you keep staring at me?!"

You were working on your laptop next to him, enjoying his company while he did his own thing, but he'd spent the last 5 minutes staring at you intently, almost as if he was trying to memorise every detail of your face.

Minho was enamoured with you. You were so sweet and kind, and you took such good care of the other members when they were around. He loved how gentle you were, and he truly thought you were his perfect missing piece.

"You look cute when you're focused." He smiles to himself, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Can you take a break?"

You whine playfully at him, telling him that you absolutely can not while you're moving to his lap, straddling him as you bury your head in his neck. Your arms wrap tightly around him, and you can feel the joy eminating from him as his own find purchase around your waist, small kisses being pressed to the top of your head as he pet your hair. You're all but melting in his arms, completely relaxed as you sink into the couch with him.

Everything was always easy with Minho. There was a perfect amount of push and pull between you, and he always knew exactly what you needed.

You stay in that position for longer than you intended, too wrapped in the wonderful warmth of his body to move until you feel something pressing against your thigh, shifting slightly in a brief moment of confusion before you hear him hum out a low moan.

"My love, could you stop fidgeting?" He asks gently, lifting your head with his finger to plant a kiss on your lips. The way he was so sweet when he spoke to you had you melting in his arms, ideas sparking in your head as you shifted again.

You're met with a look of confusion, which immediately shifts to a playful smile when he sees the cheeky look in your eyes that tells him that you know exactly what you're doing. His hand dropping from your hip in favour of patting your butt.

"Are you restless, or are you trying to rile me up?" There's a knowing tone to his voice, and you're well aware that he just wants to see the way your face flushes red when you tell him that you want him.

"I just want some attention from my favourite man. Is that so bad?" It's an innocent enough question, but it's met with a deep moan from Minho as your hips meet once again.

The next kiss is harder, and he's holding your cheek as he slips his tongue into your mouth, savouring the tiny whimpers you let out as you try to subtly grind down on his lap to relieve the tension that was building inside of you. You were always a little quick to lose control when you were feeling needy with Minho, and it gave him a deep sense of pride to know that you trusted him enough to let yourself react to him without thinking.

You're whining when he pulls away, staring down at him with a pout that makes his heart beat faster, thoughts of all the other pretty faces you'll be making for him stirring in his minds eye.

"Come on, baby. Bedroom." There's a pat to your thigh that accompanies his words, and you're quick to stand, almost running toward your room with him in close suit.

Very little time passes before his hands are finding purchase on your waist again, and his lips are connecting with yours between happy giggles and whistful sighs as he guides you back toward the bed. He's careful, laying you down like a porcelain doll before he settles between your legs, lips moving from yours to trail tender kisses along your exposed neck.

"You're always so responsive to me, baby." He can't help but coo when your moans meet his ear, your hips rolling into his own as his tongue laps over your sensitive skin and sends shock waves of pleasure straight to where you need him most. "You look so cute when you're like this. My sweet Kitty. Should I help you out?"

His hand snakes beneath your shirt for a moment to grope your chest, delicate fingers brushing over your nipples for just a second before he pulls your shirt off completely. He loves the way you still blush when he starts stripping you.

"Please. Want your fingers." The words surprise you a little, but they get you exactly what you want, which is your pants being tugged down before your boyfriend is running two fingers along your pussy over your underwear, humming as he feels how wet you already are just from kissing him.

"Oh, my sweet girl." He's smiling, wet kisses being planted along the spanse of your thighs as he slips his fingers beneath your underwear. He doesn't like to waste time, his thumb immediately rubbing firm circles at your sensitive clit. He usually wouldn't hesitate to tortue you like this, but you looked so helpless and ready as you stared down at him that he couldn't focus on anything but making you feel good. "You're so good for me, you know that? So beautiful like this." A finger is pressing inside you as he speaks, and you're sure you'd try and respond if you weren't gasping for air as he pressed against your gspot, testing the waters before he adds another finger.

"You're so wet. You can hear it, can't you? So wet just for me." He's babbling a little, dizzy at the view he has if your soaked pussy gripping his fingers as they're thrust in and out of your hole.

He pauses, massaging your gspot and taking in the choked noises you let out in response. "Do you think you can cum for me, pretty girl? Wanna feel the way you squeeze my fingers when you cum. Will you do that for me?" He knows you will. You're already on edge and it doesn't take long for him to have you shouting his name, your pussy tightening around his skilled fingers as he works you through your high until you're whimpering that you're too sensitive. It might be the most delicious sound he's ever heard.

He stands for a second to kick off his pants, his shirt being tugged recklessly over his head until he's able to press his naked body against your own, the warm feeling of his skin or yours sparking a new surge of need that only he can fill as you tug him into a messy kiss that is mostly tongues and panting, his cock sliding through your slick folds making the most sinful noises.

"Please." The words are whispered into his mouth, hips bucking slightly before he's teasing your hole with the tip of his cock, only resting it there.

"Do you want me to fuck you, my love?" It's less of a tease and more of a request for confirmation, though you thought your answer would be obvious. You opt for wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for another kiss, and that seems to be plenty for him as he slowly pushes his length into you, swearing against your neck at how perfectly you fit him.

He's lying on top of you, leaving tiny marks across your chest and neck as he rolls his hips into you, ensuring he hits the right spot every time. "Love you so much, baby." He whispers his love to you like a secret, something only you should ever hear as he gets painfully close to his high, his thrust becoming a little more desperate but keeping the same calculated rhythm that pushes you toward your second orgasm of the night.

"You're my pretty baby. My angel. Fuck. Wanna keep you all to myself. You take me so fucking well, angel. Wanna give you everything you ever want." You wish you could respond to him to tell him that you're only ever going to be his, but his rambling pushes you over the edge and the way your pussy clenches around his length has him losing it, rushing to pull out so that he can cum on your tummy. The room is filled with your combined panting, and he falls beside you, almost drifting off before realising you were lying still, his cum coating your skin.

"Shit, sorry baby. Let me get you cleaned up!" He's scrambling to get tissues, and you can't help but giggle at him, feeling a deep gratitude for the sweet bunny boy that owned your heart.

#lee know smut #minho smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee minho smut #stray kids lee know smut #lee know stray kids smut #thefantasyden

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orihimeii · 10 months

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are we still friends? ― gojo satoru

synopsis: maybe confessing to your childhood bestfriend was not bad at all

warning: pining, bestfriends to lovers, fluff, little angst, teasing

a/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated! gojo brainrot is real ...

"satoru, what are we?"

there was a long pause, your question caught him off guard, that was sudden of you to ask, was that a harmless question?

or was it not?

"friends? why are you staring at me like that?" he replies, of course you knew, you knew he didn't see you the way you see him and you didn't notice that you were staring at him intently too.

"oh nothing, it's just your face looks ugly" you stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled, "well thank you y/n. haha, very much helpful just right after i just got off work." his words sarcastic as he threw your favorite banana milk to your direction and you barely caught it.

"how’d you remember i liked these?"

"i always remember" he replies and you wanted to kiss him right there, do friends says things like this? your heart was beating too fast, this man was going to be the death of you.

the first year of university, you didn't give much thought about your growing feelings over him but ever since middle school while being stuck together as you saw him go through his up and downs until the both of you were working adults. you have always admired the strongest sorcerer from afar.

you remember the day you met him, you remember being scared when you first saw a curse at the park and a little boy with a beautiful eyes, who could also see what you saw and that sparked a friendship between you two, the Gojo Satoru from the clan of the Big Three's Vengeful Sprits.

"i also remember you coming up to me at the park screaming beca-"

"satoru!!" you shrieked as you hit his arm "stop, i don't want to recall that, i clearly remember." you rolled your eyes at the man caressing the arm you just slapped, showing puppy eyes pouting. he was so cute, you want to really kiss him.

"stop that i might kiss you" mumbling, you didn't realize you said your thoughts out loud and that made your grip harder to the milk carton, too embarrassed to look at him when the words from his mouth weren't the words you weren't expecting.

"oh yeah? do it then"

you look at him face painted with shock and he was smirking, that pretty smirk of him that you want to wipe off, "if i do that, are we still friends?."

“whatever you’d like us to be.” his reply made your heart thump, this man was playing with you and your emotions were too much to keep inside, you always tried your best to stay in your boundary around him.

"stop that, stop playing with my feelings." you tell him and his face was serious now, the playful atmosphere around the both of you dropping instantly.

"do you like me y/n?" he asked.

you looked down, not wanting to answer his question. you didn't want to take the risk but you didn't also want to keep your feelings anymore.

"satoru, i liked you but lately i've realized that-" you finally look up to him, "-i'm starting to love you." putting the now empty milk carton beside.

you were babbling at this point, "i don't know when it started, maybe it was because of your teasing, your sweet words, or-." he didn't know what has gotten to him when both of his hands softly grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheek and there it was.

his soft lips touched yours, and your tears fell, was it tears of joy? or was it the comfort of his touch? you wanted this moment to last forever with him, it always feels timeless whenever you're around him, but his kiss feels like eternity.

satoru pulled away still cupping your cheek, “i was always hoping we could be more than just friends.” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and you close your eyes. "i've always loved you dearly y/n."

"i'm so happy toru, i love you so much" you sniffled and felt both his thumb running over your teary eyes, rubbing the small tears away.

"don't ever tease me like that again" you lightly hit his chest to which he groaned, faking his pain.

"ouch, now you have to take care of this baby." his smirk showing pride as he points to his self.

"oh shut up."

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fallenangelkitten · 10 months

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You Wish

Synopsis: You and Henry have been best friends for years. What will happen when Henry realizes it’s more than that for you?

Warnings: friends to lovers, teasing, eating out, penetration, smut with fluff at the end.

Notes: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“Henry!” You squealed. He had you pinned to the ground in a wrestling match. “Get the fuck off of me, you’re so heavy!!”

The two of you had been best friends since you met on the set of Superman; you were part of the stage crew. He did really well at keeping you out of the limelight- he hated the idea of people speculating and ruining the friendship he held so dear. You loved how much he cared for you, though in the back of your mind, you wished he cared for you in a different way.

Your relationship had always been platonic. He never made any moves or flirted and neither did you. Yes, of course you wanted to, but was terrified of losing him. You weren’t going to risk it. You had been waiting on Henry to make some type of move for so long that you realized he just wasn’t going to- and that was okay. I had come to peace with it. You were just happy to have him in your life.

“You’re just a sore loser,” he laughed, grabbing a hold of your wrists to make sure you wouldn’t fight back. With both of your wrists in one of his big hands, he rested his chin in his other, showing off just how easy this was for him.

You let out a scream as you used all your force to try and move your arms, but it was no use. “Fuck you, Henry,” you groaned in defeat, rolling your eyes.

“You wish,” he mocked, eyes locked with yours, a smug smirk twisting at his lips. You felt a blush creep to your cheeks; you couldn’t even look into his eyes if you wanted to, but you noticed his smirk dropped as realization set in. “Wait- you wish?”

He was still on top of you, wrists pinned to the floor. You hadn’t taken notice to the fact that he was straddling you, but now it was all you could focus on. You nodded your head yes, unable to form any words. The hand that he was using to rest his head on found its way to your cheek.

He gently cupped your face, letting his eyes trace over each of your features- almost as if it was his first time really looking at you. As his eyes made their way to your soft lips, his thumb brushed across your bottom one, causing a breath to hitch in the back of your throat. His brows were furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

His parted lips were gravitating towards your own. You had no idea your heart could beat as fast as it was in this moment; you were sure he could hear it too. His mouth just barely brushed yours. His hot breath tickled you and the faint smell of mint flooded your nose. His hand drifted to the back of your head, tilting it so that your mouth finally pressed against his.

He kissed you so softly, like he was afraid of scaring you away. He pulled in your bottom lip, lightly sucking and sweeping his tongue against it. A groan emerged from your chest. You never believed in that ‘spark’ like in the movies; but with a shock shooting up your spine and the tips of your fingers going numb, you knew it to be true.

He took the little seconds that you moaned to caress your tongue with his own, only to make you moan more and allowing him more access. His hand around your wrists loosened and snaked its way down your right arm and to your waist. Unlike his gentle touch against your lips, his hand hungerly gripped at your waist and hips, making you even more desperate to have him as close as you could get him.

You felt a pool of arousal at your core. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his, pulling his hips completely flush against you. He growled against your lips, the vibrations causing them to tingle. He began trailing sloppy kisses against your jaw line, nibbling slightly as he made his way to your neck. Your hands found his curls; you tangled your fingers in them, lavished by his touch.

He looked up at you, “Are you sure this is okay, (Y/N)?” The care behind his eyes made your heart melt.

“Henry, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted, stroking your thumb across his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours. The hand he gripped at your waist with found its way under your shirt. He clawed at your back, fondling with your bra until he got it undone. You slipped your shirt over your head, taking the bra with it.

He made his way back down to your neck, leaving lingering kisses at the base and along your collarbone. His hand was just at your ribcage, not quite touching you where you desired. Your back arched, causing your nipples to brush against his chest. “Have patience, (Y/N),” he scolded.

It was teasing like before, but the darkness in his tone was new. You’d never heard him like this way before and it was intoxicating.

You whimpered as his touch rose higher and his lips descended. He finally flicked his tongue against your nipple, then took it into his warm mouth. You gasped as his teeth toyed with your flesh, tugging and sucking. He moved on to the other, giving it just as much affection. You could feel his bulge against your covered clit- you whimpered. “Please, Henry.”

“Someone’s a needed little girl, aren’t you?” He teased, bringing his hands around your bum and squeezing. “I’ve known you all these years and I wouldn’t have expected that.” You blushed deeply.

He began pulling down the sweats you were wearing, inch by inch, never once leaving your gaze. As a new section of skin became exposed, he kissed and nibbled at it, leaving small marks along your hips.

You felt as though you could hardly breathe as his mouth went lower and lower. He pushed your legs apart after throwing your bottoms to the side. He blew on your cunt, causing you to pant. He took a deep breath in and released an animalistic growl, “Fuck, you smell so good, darling.” You couldn’t help but blush at his words; no one had ever spoken to you like that before- you lived for it.

He let his tongue lightly trial up your slit before he wrapped his lips around your bud. You cried out, one of your hands gripping into his hair and the other on his shoulder. He tenderly sucked, hands grounding your hips to the floor so you couldn’t squirm. He traced your folds, massaging with the tip of his firm tongue before thrusting it into you. “Is this what you always wanted? Me to fuck you with my mouth?” All you could do was wail as he wasted no time before shoving his tongue back inside of you. He plunged into you at an ungodly speed- one of his hands reaching up to rub circles around your clit, sending you over the edge when he brushed against it.

Your legs began to shake, nails digging into his skin. But he released you before you could get to that oh so euphoric state. “H-Henry!” You whined, gasps leaving your pleading lips.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Oh, (y/n). You really think I’m going to let you cum so quickly after keeping this little secret from me?” He had a devilish smirk on his lips, your juices shining on his face.

He crawled back up to meet your face, pulling his cock out of his pants as he made his way to you; you practically drooled at the sight. He lined himself up with your entrance and without warning plunged completely into you. Your mouth hung agape, but not a sound emerged. You were stunned, the feeling of his girth stretching you being almost too much to handle.

Henry grumbled a sigh of relief as you clenched around him. He looked down at you as he huffed, “What? Am I more than you thought I would be? Too hard for your little cunt to take?” He started to move so slowly; it was agonizing. “Too fucking bad.”

He never picked up his pace, but his hips were strong. Each thrust jabbed into you, pushing against the deepest, sweetest part of you. As he continued his steady, unwieldy assault on you, he ducked his head down to take your nipple back into his mouth.

You were feeling yourself begin to teeter back on the edge of bliss. Your legs were starting to shake around his waist, eyes rolling back into your head. He grunted, head falling into the crook of your neck as he came into you. The feeling of his hot cum sending you over, walls clenching around him as he rode out both of your highs.

•••

The soft cloth was warm against you, soothing, as Henry gently cleaned you up. A hum of bliss leaving you. “Never in a million years did I think this would happen,” you admitted.

He chuckled, teasing affection lighting his eyes. “I would agree, but the thought never even crossed my mind. You were never something I even realized I could have,” he admitted. His thumb caressed your cheek. “But now that I know. Now that you’ve tasted you, had you.” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t know if I’d be willing to let you go. So if this was just something physical for you, please tell me now.”

You kissed him gently. “No, Henry. This is as real for me as it is for you. I’m here.”

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moonlight-prose · 8 months

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✧ THE FOUNTAIN OF YOU ✧

a/n: i am not responsible for how filthy this fic. it just kept getting dirtier the longer i typed and now it's just porn very little plot. this is my first ever phoenix fic! i've had one in my wips for months now, but never actually felt great enough to complete it. so now that this is out and posted, i might actually go back and look at the old wip. for now i hope y'all enjoy!

day fourteen - nipple play + scissoring | kinktober 2023

summary: "somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. the missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart."

word count: 2.2k+

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, nipple play, scissoring, cumplay sort of, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, dom!phoenix.

“Tell me what you like and I’ll do it to you.”

Words spoken against your ear in the midst of chaos. You came to the bar in the hopes of having a drink to dispel the day of all its stress. A small moment to yourself before you went home to an empty apartment and an even emptier bedroom. The interaction hadn’t started out as anything at first. You ran into her—literally—as you were trying to squeeze through the crowd to find a seat. And she led you to a stool before depositing a beer in front of you with a wink.

That was that. You watched her walk away to join a group of people wearing the exact same uniform as her.

Until it was her turn to find something to drink, and she found herself leaning against the bar, talking to you. The hand nearest to your body found itself curled around your hip to keep you close as someone shoved behind you. Her face tilted close in order for you to hear her better over the noise.

And that’s when she said it. The words that practically burned a hole in your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

Not a minute passed before you were dragging her in by the collar and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. All in the hopes that you weren’t reading this situation wrong. She had smiled, cupped the nape of your neck, and tugged you back in. Her tongue sliding along your bottom lip with enough eagerness to have your body melting against hers. Your soft moan being swallowed and traded in for a happy hum.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, a hand between your thighs—shoving up the skirt you wore for work.

“Fuck you’re wet,” she murmured, fingers sliding between your folds and gathering the sticky wetness that practically drenched the seat of her car. A grin formed on her lips, eyes darkening by the second.

“F-Fuck—”

“You like that baby?” She sunk a finger into you, pulling a soft moan from your lips, your body shifting to give her better access.

Nodding, you did what you could to make the angle easier for her, aching to feel another finger slip into you. But Phoenix was a master at patience. You had yet to find that out, only grasping at what she’d told you in the bar. Small pieces of her life and the job she led when she wasn’t taking the time to enjoy her life. Although from what you gathered she could barely enjoy it, only given a certain amount of time before she was called back again.

She curled another finger into you, a smile blooming on her face when you keened, head falling back into the seat and eyes fluttering shut. The top of your shirt was unbuttoned, bra pushed away, and as she rolled to a stop in the middle of a desolate street, she leaned over. Taking your nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The squelch of her fingers pumping into you echoed in the small space of her car, but that only made everything build so much more.

You could feel the sensation you normally had to fight for. The sparks that ran down your spine, curling low in your stomach, and suddenly you found yourself right there. On the edge of cumming all over her hand.

Grasping onto her neck, you kept her mouth to your breast, a high whine ripping from your throat. Your hips bucked into her hand, clit catching on the edge of her palm. It was too much. Nearly overwhelming you as she continued to work you over the edge, rising quickly to capture your mouth in a debauched kiss as you broke. It rolled through you like a fucking tidal wave. Nearly sending you crashing into her body. A cry bounced off the car’s interior, body trembling when she continued to stimulate you.

Yet her kiss was different. Soft and inviting. As if she was placing a promise there on your smeared lipstick—something that told you she wasn’t done with you yet.

“We’re almost there,” she breathed against your lips, sliding her fingers out of you and pulling out a soft whine. “You wanna be a good girl for me and just sit here looking pretty?”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted as she placed her fingers in her mouth, moaning at the taste. The cool air felt strange against your exposed cunt; eliciting a feeling you’d never experienced before. You liked this. Being bare for her to see, but also whoever might catch a quick view in a passing car. It made you feel wanted, as if you were finally desired in a way no one had made you feel before.

Phoenix caught the sheepish look on your face, eyes glimmering with desire. The grin spread across her face again, eyes tracing down the curve of your breasts as they hung against your body. The shiny slick that was smeared on the inside of your thigh—continuing to leak steadily on the seat of her car.

“Look at you sweetie.” She pressed a hand to your thigh, nail tracing the skin softly until you shivered. “Do you like being exposed for me?”

Your gaze snapped to her, heat spreading beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I— Yeah.”

She rounded a corner into a small street of houses. Well in all honesty they could barely be construed as houses. They were more cottages than anything else. But you could recognize the blue car from the bar parked across the street where she stopped—her place resembling each one.

Although on a closer inspection you realized her home stood out just a bit more. The flowers in the front were a beautiful array of pinks and reds. Comfortable chairs were set out on the porch, each one with a pillow—a table in between that seemed to be used for morning coffees. Her home looked warm. Soft in all the ways she was, yet still holding onto that aspect of safety she exuded the second you ran into her.

“C’mon,” she said softly, tapping your thigh and drawing up the top of your shirt. “I’ll make you a coffee.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, pulling down your skirt as you got out, keeping yourself covered as she led you up the front walkway.

She shrugged, opening the door with ease and discarding her jacket on a hook. “I want to.”

So you found yourself curled on her couch, a cup of coffee in your hands, and a soft song playing in the background. You spoke to her about your life. Your job and how it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves. The dreams you wished you had pursued instead of a boring cubicle that kept you hidden from the world. And she returned in kind. Telling you about what being a pilot for the Navy was actually like. Especially when it came down to being a woman in the Navy.

The clock ticked on the mantle, several hours passing, yet you found that time moved far too quickly around her. You wanted to stay here. To wake up and enjoy coffee on the porch, to see what the remainder of her house looked like. But what you were there for stared at you in the face—the want from earlier slowly seeping back into your veins.

“How’s the coffee?” she asked, already knowing that the drink had gone cold in favor of you staring at the way her top was unbuttoned. The curve of her breasts peeking out.

“Hm?” You jolted back to the present, mouth watering and eyes slightly dazed. “Oh. It’s delicious.”

“It’s cold.”

That all too delicious heat returned once more, spreading up your neck. “I was…um…”

She smiled, pulling the mug out of your hands and depositing it on the table—her other hand curling around your jaw. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Even if you wanted to answer, the words were stuck on your tongue as she moved closer. Her lips finding yours in the dimly lit room. Swallowing your soft whine with her tongue that slid deeply against yours. Her other hand gripped your hip, tugging you forward until you had no choice but to curl your leg around her. Finding yourself in her lap, her hands tugging at your top to get it off. You had come to the conclusion that she liked to toy with your nipples. Her teeth latched onto one again, laving her hot tongue along it until you were grinding against her.

“Oh f-fuck,” you choked, gripping onto the back of her neck. “Wanna taste you.”

She grinned against your skin. “You will baby. You will. I’ve got something in mind first though.”

Nodding before she could tell you what it was, you let her push you off the couch as her hands grasped for your skirt. The way she stripped you was slow. Soft touches and whispered compliments of how pretty you were. All of it mixing to make your head spin, your chest heaving with the breaths that left you quicker than you could take them in. She consumed you with her eyes, made you feel everything with her hands, and yet…you wanted more.

You wanted to sear tonight in your mind. Forever remembering the way she had taken you apart so delicately.

She led you to the floor, her clothes now discarded in the same pile as yours—her mouth devouring you in a kiss that made your body burn. Fingers slid down your hips, tracing the soft lines that stretched across your hips, and dipped her tongue along yours. Tasting the coffee off your tongue. Phoenix found she preferred the bitterness from your mouth over her mug—the flavor sensual and rich.

“Spread your legs for me baby,” she murmured against your jaw.

You listened to her without hesitation, allowing her to completely take the reins—putting your mind at ease for the first time all week. It felt euphoric to be this willing for her. To let her mold you however she wanted. There was something about her that pulled at your body—calling to you in a way it hadn’t before. Hovering over you, she watched with parted lips and red stained cheeks as she slid into position. Her cunt pressing over yours until her slick coated the top of your mound.

A depraved grunt echoed in her chest, nails digging into your thigh as she watched your face contort in pleasure. A gasp ripping from your chest when she moved. Her hips grinding over yours perfectly. You felt her clit, felt the way her cunt spread just right causing her slick to mix with yours.

“So pretty for me,” she whispered, cupping your breast and running a thumb over your nipple. She moved higher, cupping your chin in her soft palm, thumb now moving to press against your bottom lip—easing your mouth open. “Should I ride this perfect mouth next?”

Your eyes nearly rolled back. “Please.”

“I’ll cum in your mouth next baby.” It was a promise. Not a question. You knew that the second the words hit your ears and it made another wave of heat rush over your body.

“N-Natasha—” You shuddered when she dragged along your cunt, her hand curving around your hip to hold you in place.

A moan left her lips, forehead scrunched and eyes focused on the way you practically leaked for her—coating her inner thighs. “Gonna cum over this pussy first though.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, fingers clawing at the carpet beneath you.

“You want that sweetie?”

You nodded, gaze snapping back to her as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around your nipple. She rode you even harder, her hips colliding with yours and suddenly you found you could hardly breathe. The burning thrill of pleasure now overtaking your entire body. When her teeth latched onto your nipple, breath hot against your skin, you felt everything fall into place. The feelings she had wrought from you now laid bare along the rug. Just as you were.

They told you that this was more. That you would wake up to see her again.

Her voice moaning your name against your body undid your very being. The last drag of her clit against yours ripped free a broken shout as you fell over the edge. It was powerful. Nearly sending you into a state of dizziness, but you let it consume you completely—drowning you in the scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against yours.

She followed soon after, keeping her promise. Cumming with a shout, she pressed her lips to yours, her his jerking over you until it became too much. But you felt the wetness against your cunt. The way it trailed down your ass and into the carpet. No doubt staining the color.

“Where the fuck have you been all this time?” she breathed against your lips, a smile being pressed into her small kiss.

You felt a flutter go through your chest, as she moved, pulling you into her lap until your knees were pressed to the floor. “Waiting for you I guess.”

“No more waiting,” she replied, hands sliding down to your ass and lips dragging along your jaw. “Stay.”

You could picture it in your mind. Sitting on that porch with her, drinking coffee in the mornings. Conversations that turned into flirting that turned into so much more. Somehow in the midst of chaos in the middle of that bar, you found her. The missing puzzle piece of your half empty heart.

#natasha 'phoenix' trace #natasha trace x f!reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace x y/n #phoenix x reader #phoenix x y/n #natasha trace smut #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2023

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sanjisblackasswife · 11 months

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hiii tate :)) could i request what's the op men's love language please? (monster trio, ace, sabo and law?)

Enjoy!<3

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖

Love Languages: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Receiving/Giving Gifts, Quality Time, Acts of Service

THIS IS SO LOOONNGGGUHHHH

Sabo, Sanji, Ace, Law, Zoro, Luffy

Blk! Fem Reader

CW: LL, Fluff, Suggestive a little(?), Established Relationships

Sanji

Probably the only man that actually shows and loves all Love Languages equally.

WoA: He will praise you until the day is gone, and even in his sleep he mutters ways of speaking so highly of you; “Y/n…my love! My sweet! My beautiful princess…” He loves moaning your name whether in bed or…y’know in bed (😉) He adores how flustered you get from his words, how everytime you change something just so slightly about yourself he notices and gives it all the attention. There isnt a moment that goes by where he isnt finding new ways to express his love for your verbally. Even with little notes he passes to you through out the day. That doesn’t stop there though he loves YOUR words more. When you tell him how much you love him, how pretty he looks, even from how great he cooks he melts in the palm of your hand.

PT: He’s a pervert for one. Of course he loves touching. Man loves PDA more than anything. But ignoring the perverted touches he does to you like while you both are sleep he creeps his hand under your shirt to squeeze your breast or his hand always “accidentally “ falling on your ass when you stand by him. He does a lot of mindless touching you, you actually became his personal stress toy, being squeezed on whether it’s your hands, thighs, or cheeks. Your skin is so soft and plushy and he loves when you do the same. He blushes so quickly when you kiss his cheek, play with his fingers and give his knuckles a kiss while you both sit together. He can’t get enough of touching you.

R/GG: His heart skips a beat when you come back from being apart to see you bring him back something that reminded you of him. Sanji always brings you back flowers, snacks you may like, an outfit, whatever because he always thinks of you and your likes and dislikes. You once bought him a lighter with his name on it on your first date, and though it is no longer in use because he used it so much he still has kept it in his pocket and from time to time he takes it out on accident and just stares at it in awe. A small reminder of the many reasons why he loves u.

QT: Sanji doesn’t really like when people are so close and “distracting” him too much from cooking. But when you stop in and ask him to try his latest dish it sparks up a new level of happiness. “W-would you mind sitting here and staying as my taste tester?” He shyly asks as an excuse for “Please stay in here with me.” Believe it or not Sanji keeps himself busy to run away from the lingering thoughts he gets when he is alone (as well as the other men). But sometimes cooking/smoking isn’t enough, but with You being there it helps immensely. More than you’ll ever know.

AoS: He loves catering to you. He loves being your little butler. Though you dont see it that way. He just loves to be needed by you. He loves that you depend on him. He loves that he can depend on you. His pride doesnt like to admit it though. Not in a “alpha male” kind of way but he never had much to depend on in his younger years up until Zeff so you definitely taught him to love and accept love when given.

Zoro

When Zoro loves he loves hard so when he expresses his LL to you it’s usually pretty intense.

PT: Though he isn’t very into PDA that doesn’t stop him from simple things like Hand holding, picking you up, or even a small gesture like fixing your hair or wiping the frosting off the corner of your lip in public. He is a touchy guy in private though. He didn’t realize it until you pointed it out when he kept rubbing his thumb on your hand while you spoke to him privately on the floor of the CN. It was embarrassing for him, but it didn’t stop him from touching you more. When you touch him back, he freezes. His cheeks get so hot you can almost feel the heat when you get up close and personal. But it’s soothing. Your touch is what relaxes him. When you massage him or simply hug him suddenly from behind. It’s a comfort he cant explain. He also loves touching you ass.

QT: Naps, eating/drinking together, going on walks that leave you both lost, you name it Zoro wants to go with you. Even just sitting in silence can have the man happy. He doesn’t care about any awkward silences. Knowing you’re in his presence is enough to want to keep having you around him. “Woman. Come here.” Damn near sounding sassy and demanding asking you to follow him back to his room to just separate each other from the chaos of the Sunny. No complaints though. Even if you want to talk about nothing he is more than willing to hear you. He loves bantering with you the most.

AoS: Zoro tries his hardest to show his love with words, but he fails most times. He just isn’t accustomed to speaking his feelings since he never did as a child. So. Just like Sanji. He loves that you depend on him. Please do he is happy to do so. When you call on him just to open a jar he loves to tease you about it too. “😏So you need a real man to—“ “JUST OPEN THE JAR!” “😒” He is there to open jars, listen to your problems, and even whoop a man’s ass if you need it. He will never complain to putting himself out there to assist you in the best way possible. It’s the same with you as well, he usually prides himself on not needing help because he’s a piece of crap, but when you come to his aid after a fight or when he needs assistance on what to wear he’s always appreciates it. Giving you a temple kiss and a small mutter of “Thank you, mama.”

Luffy

His love is so expressive you can’t ever question if his feelings for you is fake or not.

WoA: Man can make anybody blush. He’s made pretty much every person he knows flustered. It’s a gift. His sweet big smile and giggle after complimenting your skills and intellect will always leave you speechless. If Luffy had a tail he’d be wagging it everytime he heard you praise him as well as when he praises you. You’re his favorite person, and with that you will get at least 3 compliments a day. MINIMUM. Accompanied with a smile. A smile that makes you match it everytime he does it. Match his energy though and compliment him back! Who knows.. you may be one of the few people that can make Luffy blush.

PT: Touchy boy. Loves to wrap his limbs around you. Loves to smooch you. Loves PDA (doesnt even know what that is). Loves being close to you. You have officially became his personal Teddy Bear. He squeezes you alot. If youre a bigger girl you definitely will have moments in the day where he just clings onto you like a koala. You smell as good as you look to him so dont be surprised if he stays on you like an extra limb until lunch.

AoS: He will always be there for you. You’re his girlfriend but most importantly youre his friend. Youre his. And he doesnt even realize the way he expresses his love for you everyday is with how he protects you. He is very emotionally intelligent and available when youre down. He may not be the brightest but he always finds a way to pick up a solution to your problems. And it’s the same with you, when you can be there for him. It makes his stomach grow butterflies.

Ace

He doesn’t believe he is worth loving, but dammit the way he expresses HIS love is almost remarkable.

WoA: He will nickname you to DEATH. “Pretty girl”, “Babydoll”, “KoalaBear”, “Cub”, “Baby” “Babe”, “Sunshine”, “Dollface” the list goes on. Even some nicknames are pure inside jokes. He loves to also hear how much you love him. Your actions do speak louder than your words, but damn he loves when he hears you say “I love you, Ace.” His whole day is completely refresh when he hears his name and “love” coming out of your mouth. He blushes like he’s a little kid again when you cup his face and tell him, punctuating with a kiss on his nose.

QT: You and him are what most people say “Inseparable “. Wherever you are, he is and wherever he is you are. It’s not even on purpose you both just love to be around each other. You both gravitated to each other the first day Ace was on board the MD. You both are always caught holding hands or you are on his back traveling. Granted he is sometimes stubborn and follows you when you have to travel alone, which gets him in trouble, but it’s worth it.

PT: Like I said you both are always hand holding. He actually developed this LL because of you. You both got closer during the winter and one night he noticed how cold you were and wrapped an arm around you. His warmth was something you grew attached to and though your sudden touches always blindsided him. He almost developed a separation anxiety because of you. Sleeping with you, eating with you, even showering with you. He wants to touch your plushy body at all times….sometimes its not always sexual. Sometimes.

AoS: You both kind of have a tit for tat relationship. You cover for him. He covers for you. You buy him food. He carries you back home. He cleans yall shared room. You massage his back when he feels sore after a fight. It’s something you both love doing for each other. He loves knowing you have his back and he has your no matter what the situation is. He calls you his mini me sometimes for how you help him out.

Law

A stoic man yet he’s so expressive towards you at the same time???

WoA: He compliments you aggressively. “You’re too fucking cute.” “Stop looking so attractive.” “You’re too smart. Stop that.” It’s….interesting to say the least. He looks at you in awe and in his mind he is malfunctioning and spazzing out on how amazing you are to him and how perfect you look even in his shirt, but his words just…well..he tries. You however arent afraid of how much you compliment him and he is embarrassed on how much he loves hearing it. When you tell him how educated he is or how much you loved his new attire he gets a little big headed and thinks about your sweet words all day even behind his frown.

QT: Another man that loves his peace. He does, but whether you actually give him that or not it doesnt matter as long as youre with him. When he invites you to stay in his office as he studies he sometimes just looks up at stares at you, you could be fast asleep on his couch or reading a book, he just likes knowing you’re close by. It almost relieves the tense feeling he have been holding in for hours.

Sabo

A revolutionary man with a revolutionary way of expressing just how much he loves you (ik that was corny)

WoA: His sly words always leave you blushing. He’s like Luffy with his praise but in a more mature manner. Pointing out the small details he loves about you so randomly it almost throws you off balance the rest of the day. “That ponytail you had on this morning made you look like you were glowing, sweetheart. I loved that look on you.” Always leaving you wanting to compliment him back, but he leaves you no time after landing a passionate kiss afterwards. He knows the effect his words have on you which is why he loves drowning you in them.

QT: Eating out, long days in the office, naps, long walks you name it. He loves being productive with you. Even if it’s to accompany him. You’re like his little sidekick. Being around you is what puts him at ease. Even if the job he is doing is boring he promises to make it up to you later that night for being so patient with him.

AoS: I mean yeah. Just like Sanji hand and foot by your side to assist you on whatever issue you have. He is the only person he wants you to come to. You’re his one and only and due to that making sure you’re, happy, safe, and sound is one of his first priorities.

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fyregrayfong · 2 months

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This Is How It Feels | Part 1

Pairing: Regina Mills x Reader

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary:

In a mystical town where dark magic intertwines with everyday life, the formidable and wicked Mayor holds sway over all. One rainy night, a mysterious stranger appears, a curious mind who slowly will uncover secrets and allure. As the Mayor and the stranger's paths cross, a forbidden attraction blooms, leading to a spark that both don’t understand. Can love and happiness be brought with danger, betrayal, and a battle between light and darkness.

Notes:

As I’m rewatching OUAT I have gotten the feeling to write this fanfic. Hopefully you all will like it. I will try to keep the gender of the reader neutral.

The rain poured relentlessly as you arrived in the quaint town of Storybrooke, your car broke down at the town’s entrance and you’ve been walking into town seeking a dry place to wait out the storm. You find the only place that’s open tonight, a diner by the name of Granny’s. Shrugging your backpack on you push the door to head inside the establishment. There’s some people in the establishment, a couple of young adults chatting and laughing over milkshakes and fries. You wipe the raindrops off your sleeves then find an empty booth in the corner.. You place the backpack in first then take a seat looking at the door, a little quirk you always do for safety. You hate having your back towards a door. Reaching down your pocket you pull out your phone to realize it has no power “crap, I forgot to charge it”. You mutter under your breath as a menu slide towards you “Welcome to Granny’s! Oh my, you're soaked!” a red haired young waitress greets you warmly.

You look up and give her a small smile then take the menu to give it a glance “thanks, um yeah my car broke down just at the entrance of town. Had to walk in the wait to find help”

“I'm so sorry to hear that! Let me get you a towel and a hot cup of coffee to warm you up.” She pours you a cup of coffee and look at you more intently as you look at the menu “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before”

“Uhh, yeah I’m not…from here. I was—“ you begin to explain but notice eyes looking your way. Ruby looks over her shoulders then turns back to you “don’t worry this town isn’t used to new people.” She kindly explains as she gives you a warm smile.

You sit up straight and tug on your sleeves as a defense mechanism “I see that. Um thanks for the coffee. I think I’ll just have this for right now” you give her a soft smile. Ruby returns the smile and turns to leave when you almost forgot “oh! I’m sorry. Do you have a phone I could use to call a mechanic?”

Ruby gives you a nod “yeah sure, but Billy's shop is closed for the day. We have lodging. You’re more than welcome to stay here until he opens. His shop isn’t that far from here” she gives you a sympathetic smile

You look at her and give a short nod “That sounds perfect. I'm grateful for your help.” Giving her a small smile as she turns back to head to the counter. You prepare your coffee then take a sip. The door opens and a dark haired woman steps inside heading toward the counter “Ms. Lucas can I get a coffee to go?” Her voice is short and direct as she pulls her dark gloves off her hands.

“Sure thing Madam Mayor”

She turns around to face the crowd as she leans against the counter to wait for her order.You glance around the diner when your eyes rest on the mayor. you gaze at her profile and feel a pull. You shake your head in disbelief as you take another sip of coffee. Sliding out of the booth to grab your backpack. You reach down into your pocket to pull out your wallet and take out a couple of dollars for the coffee and tip. You turn around when with a second to react you grab the person you almost collide with by the arms to prevent them from falling.

Time seemed to stand still as your gaze met the Mayor’s. In that instant, a torrent of emotions surged through your body. Your heart quickened its pace, aflutter with a mix of excitement and nervousness. A tingling sensation crept up your spine, sending shivers down your arms as if touched by an unseen force. Not understanding why you’re feeling like this.

“Watch where you’re going” the dark haired woman raised her voice. A flush of embarrassment tinged your cheeks, but you quickly regained your composure as you released her arms. "I'm sorry," you murmured softly, straightening up.

The Mayor looks you up and down in a quick glance. She quickly composed herself, her lips curved into a small smile as she spoke, "Well, you saved me a day at the cleaners, so no harm done." She raised her coffee cup in cheers, the warmth in her eyes matching the gesture.

Your smile mirrored hers, a chuckle escaping your lips. Her gaze lingered on you, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "You know, as Mayor, it's my job to know everyone in this town."

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'm just a passerby. My car broke down just outside town. Granny's has been most hospitable." you reach your hand out toward her “I’m y/n.”

"Regina," she offered you a warm smile though her smile falters a bit "Welcome to Storybrooke. I should get going." With that, she made her way towards the door.

"Goodnight, Madam Mayor," you called after her, watching as she opened the door and stepped out into the night.

You stood there for a moment, the memory of her lingering presence still fresh in your mind, before finally making your way to the diner counter to inquire about a room for the night. The thought of seeing Regina again brought a flutter of anticipation to your heart, wondering what new encounters and connections awaited you in the charming town of Storybrooke.

The warmth of the diner and the kindness of the people in Storybrooke start to melt away the coldness you felt from the rain. You find yourself wondering about this mysterious town and the people in it. As you settle in for the night, the sound of the rain outside lulls you to sleep, your dreams starting with the images of the mayor, a soft smile appearing on your lips.

#regina mills #regina mills x reader #regina mills x female reader #once upon a time #once upon a time fanfiction #regina mills fanfiction #regina mills x you #ouat

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claiestve · 9 days

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝 ꨄ Zaros

˜”* ❝𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮; 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙣❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴅᴇᴀʀ ꜱᴇʀᴜʟʟᴀ,

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Look at you, my Earis.”

You smiled at the compliment, knowing you looked ethereal. Even though it wasn’t the reason you were there, you still enjoyed picking out nice outfits. Give the people something to look at. People around you were stunned by your entrance, though, they weren’t the only ones.

Giggling, you take your elegant steps forward to your rival. He looked astonished by you. That wasn’t new though. Zaros tends to give you your credit where it’s due, especially regarding your appearance. He may be bitter but never dishonest.

“My Earis.” He takes a bow.

“My Zaros.” You tease.

He smiles at your comment, looking you up and down. Zaros tends to try to make you nervous. It only works sometimes.

“I must say, you look otherworldly.”

You smile at his compliment. His compliments usually felt better than others because even though you two weren’t on the best of terms, you knew he meant his words. However, you weren’t like that. Not at all. Sometimes, you’d make it obvious that you were lying but sometimes you’d do whatever you could to sound truthful.

“You look…” You started, “Okay.”

Zaros scoffed. He knew how you were whether it was teasing or genuinely being dishonest, he knew. And he couldn’t help but appreciate it a little.

“Shall we?” He reached out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“I suppose we shall.”

This was a last-minute event. Everyone had been gathered together and invited to hear a speech from the two of you. It wasn’t originally in the plan but of course, Zaros suggested it. You were excited to speak your truth and to hear what Zaros had to say. However, at this point of the trials, you were less focused on winning. If anything, this had been teaching you something that extended beyond the throne.

The trial before this was a dance. It was just a way to show off how well you could follow choreography and that you did. Although, that day brought you and Zaros closer to one another. In one of the portions, you didn’t dance with him but rather you brought other people who were watching into the dance and encouraged them to join in. It was truly beautiful. Zaros had even told you how much you’ve matured through the trials.

However, rather than living in the past, you focused on the future. You smiled at the familiar faces of the people you danced with. You waved at people you used to ignore. It seemed you were becoming a new person that even the commoners could see themselves in.

“And now, please welcome The Earis.”

You smiled at the introduction and stepped up. As you looked around, people seemed to be more excited about your appearance. They seemed like they wanted you there because they liked you. Not just because you belong here.

As your speech went on, people would nod, smile, and cheer a little. It was like they already decided. A few times during your speech, you would glance at Zaros and instead of having an unfriendly glare, you would have a spark in your eyes that showed just how happy you truly were.

It was like a scene from a movie as you talked about the things you’d like to improve, change, and keep. You felt like this was the most authentic you’ve vocally been with the people of Serulla. Of course, it couldn’t go on forever. You closed off your speech in a very sweet manner and left it at that.

The people were given a few minutes of intermission to truly think about what you said and to let it sink in before the next speech. You were excited to hear what Zaros had to say.

“And for our next speech,” The next introduction started.

You felt your heart beating. You were nervous but you were also looking forward to this.

“Hello, everyone. As you may know, my name is Zaros Atha’lin and I am competing with the Earis for rulership of Serulla. I have many things I would love to discuss but first, I’d like to draw some attention to you, my Earis.” He turns to you and smiles.

However, it wasn’t the same smile you gave him. It wasn’t full of the same light and hint of love. No, it was dull and cynical.

“I have seen the way you changed over time. I think everyone has seen it and is just as astonished as am I. However, it’s not that simple. My Earis, you still have so much to work on. Your smile cannot erase the years you spent lying about others. Your dancing cannot take back the harsh, cruel words you’ve muttered to people who love you. Your truths do not take away from your many lies.”

You looked around, staggered by the words coming from his mouth. You thought that the two of you had been getting along. You thought there was a genuine friendship rebuilding itself.

“My Earis,” He initiates, “You look at me with endearment in your eyes yet you used to use those same eyes to look down on me. You smile at me with the same mouth you used to call me ‘Leech’. The people of Serulla do not know you. I know you. I know that deep down, you are bitter, savage, brutal, and heartless.”

Tearing up, you take another look around. This time, the audience looks more baffled than they did before. You felt that all this time you spent working on yourself had been for nothing. It didn’t matter how different your views were now. It didn’t matter if you were deemed the new ruler of Serulla because this would always follow you. It didn’t matter how much you’ve grown, you will always be an ungrateful brat.

“You cannot change my mind and I will not let you change the minds of the people. They deserve to know the real you. The real, nasty, selfish, and spiteful you. At the end of the day, you will always be that to me and I will always be a so-called Leech to you.”

You couldn’t take the whispers and the stares as Zaros continued his speech. It was too much to take in. You never would’ve thought he would use this to bash you and humiliate you in front of everyone.

But now, it all made sense. He did suggest this.

“Leech.” You said under your breath before storming out.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

saurrr dont get mad at me for this okayyyy....

THE NEXT THING I WRITE WILL HAVE A VERY GOOD ENDING I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #zaros #zaros atha’lin

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munv · 6 months

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𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗬

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼?

The birds were chirping, the sun peaked out from the kitchen window and poured into your connected living room, and peace drifted through the air with grace..yet..you groaned. Now, you weren't an all-time rounded apathetic person, unlike your younger brother you actually learned to show interest but it's not like you wore your heart on your sleeve either.

However, in the face of school, you couldn't help but show discontent. Grumbling as you ate the eggs from your plate that you cooked earlier somewhere in the corner of your eye your little brother looked more than ready to pounce on you. Don't get it wrong. You knew exactly why..you just refused to acknowledge his apparent irritation,

"you said you'd play soccer with me." He stabbed his fork right into the omelet and watched whatever was in it run out. You sweatdropped at this revelation and kept silent. 'he probably got that glare from mom' you shivered from the thought. Entering grade 4 was one thing. Facing the kids there was another, and you couldn't say you were particularly happy to wait for what kind of asshole Sae would transform into when he gets to that stage. Scratch grade 4–teenager sae would give you paralysis demons for eons.

"Now sae, your nee-san has to get an education in order to take care of you when we can't." No matter how much your father tried to sugarcoat it, he always had something to say. "nee-san is smart enough, the only thing that's needed for that dry persona of hers is manners." he calmly chewed his food before taking a sip of salted kombucha tea.

Somehow this reminded you of your grandpa scolding you all those years ago..surely sae couldn't have been a reincarnation of him as well? you frowned at the thought and quickly dismissed it.

"I don't want to hear that from a brat with a soccer ball for a brain." you sassed back. "If anything, there's isn't an ounce of knowledge in that 4-year-old noggin of yours. I say if we pop it, only air would come out. Enough to supply astronauts actually."

"oh? And I thought you were smart enough to be the bigger person and not meddle in whatever "foolishness" a 4-year-old has to offer. nee-san"

"To think I wouldn't be doing this if you didn't need any discipline. Brat"

Your father chuckled a bit at the sparks flying around the room. This had become the usual banter you and Sae had ever since he could talk. What a bundle of joy you both were when you couldn't speak at all. "[name] we're gonna be late if you two keep this up. I'll see you in the car" he got his keys which jingled and clacked along with the movement before making his way outside.

Hurrying to finish breakfast, you put the plate in the sink before grabbing your bag by the door. but, you stopped and turned around to quickly embrace sae and give him a small pat before truly leaving. "see you when I get home sae!" The door closed by the time the younger boy turned to face you and a small blush decorated his cheeks. "stupid nee-san.." he murmured before getting back to work on the plate in front of him. Maybe he'd practice until you could get home and show you some new moves? right! he'd definitely win this match if he practiced.

You entered the school gates as your skirt and tie swished a bit in the wind, before you got here you got what was supposed to be a schedule for your class which was class 1-B. Too focused on your schedule, what you failed to notice was the looks you were getting.

"who's that?"

"you don't know? It's Itoshi-san from Samuyoko!"

"no way..she's from that school? wasn't the entry rate like..3.2% or something"

"oh my go–TOMI-CHAN FAINTED!!"

"an angel? cool" "I thought she was here last year?"

You quirked your brow after finally realizing the commotion around you, looking around only to realize all eyes were on you. 'what the fuck..' These kids made you feel like your nerves were in a literal jumble, and you weren't having a fun time with all this attention.

With the help of your schedule, you hurriedly made your way to your classroom just in time before the bell could ring. Finding the inner strength within you managed to walk into the classroom after taking a small breath to yourself 'Everything is fine..she won't be here- hopefully.'

By the time you reached your seat, her voice echoed through the halls. "[N/N] WHERE ARE YOU??"

ok..maybe you jinxed it. A bob of short light pink hair that pairs with blue eyes had already run into the classroom. "Kagami..nice to see you too." Opening your arms you braced for your impending doom that was soon to crush you one way or another. "gah! you're cuter than last time I saw you! oh oh right, let me tell you about my summer but you tell me about yours first alright?" She jumped into your arms and she was already rambling.

"right. Class is about to start you know." the taller girl pouted in response "Such a killjoy you are, but that always adds to your charm!" She stretched your cheeks out with the brightest smile ever. "we have 12 minutes until science so it can wait"

The thing about her was that you met in your first year when you were still enrolled in Samuyoko Primary. The school was a bit far from home, but considering you were in college back before being reincarnated it was easy as pie passing the entry exam. Kagami was a social butterfly which just so happened to be a complete contrast to your personality. The minute she saw you. Both of you stuck together like glue (she kept on bothering you.) In the end the friendship worked out though so it was fine.

"and I was like "how'd she manage to grab the whole collection before me?" so then"

Ah. yes. She was still rambling like usual, this was definitely your best friend.

ITOSHI OMAKE

"[n/n] you shouldn't be so gloomy all the time! here I am so graciously eating lunch with you and yet you still are as silent as ever!" she whined. It was lunchtime and considering how you weren't so keen on being stalked and stared at during this time you somehow managed to convince kagami to eat out in the garden with you.

"I don't think I'd have the time to speak with the way you've been talking for the last few minutes." still not looking at her, you proceeded to open up your bento and the small piece of cake you brought with you as well.

"didn't you mention that you had a little brother? you don't really talk about him." you paused from the piece of shortcake you were about to devour and took a minute to give it some thought "him? Sae's so much of a brat I'd rather not talk about him."

"Sometimes you act like an old man [name]!" she giggled. "it's better than fighting over pocky flavors with a 5-year-old."

The girl across from you gasped dramatically "Didn't you fight with your brother over STEAK? are you perhaps a hypocrite [name]-chan? even so, you're still cute doing it!"

You pointed your chopsticks are her accusingly "it's different when it's not a random kid Kagami"

"it's so not!"

"it so is"

This was the usual banter you both would have, it was fun. You missed this type of thing whenever it came to her. Maybe..just maybe this life would be better?

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