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datshitrandom · 4 months

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Darren Criss | 2023 | ON TOUR

Los Angeles • México • Australia • London

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moumouton4 · 7 months

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Edging || Tengen Uzui x fem!reader

A/n : Prompt 18 of the Smutember 2023 ( College is taking me so much time and I even have a presentation for German course. Will try to make )

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no plot just straight up porn, edging, dom, fingering, oral fem!receiver, grinding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 572

“Come on” he purred in your ear “I didn’t even start edging you yet Y/n” a shit eating grin adorned his handsome face as he continued stimulating you. You couldn’t even respond to what he had said.

In fact, he was edging you, for about an hour and half now. Why ? Well let’s just say that you had told him that he was so horny that whenever he undresses you he couldn’t wait an instant before having to fuck you. You knew he was a very prideful man and yet you decided to defy him. It couldn’t had gone otherwise after such an affront against his self-control.

Since then he didn’t stop either fingering you sensitive cunt with his big strong fingers, or lapping at your juices with his heavy tongue. It could have been rather easy to handle if he didn’t forbid you to come on anything today other than his cock. Now that was criminal. How could he even do such a thing to you.

But gosh what a beautiful sight it was for him. He loved seeing you wiggles your hips away from his fingers and eager mouth as he intensified the pressure over your abused clit. And how delightful it was to feel your walls tighten like this around his perfect fingers. His member kept throbbing against the edge of the bed as it anticipated the sensations your walls would soon give him. But for now Tengen would just relieve himself with some light grinds against the wooden structure.

As you whimper and cry out in pleasure you really start to think that you should also have added him not to be so cocky about it. Seriously he kept chuckling against your soaked folds every time a bit of your essence leaked out. Duh, what was he thinking about ? That licking your pussy like this wouldn’t do anything ? “T-T-Tengen-” you whimpered again, louder this time as your legs quivered, dangerously close to closing around his head “I’m-m going t-to c-”

“No you’re not” he said with an assertive tone “Not before I tell you. Or else” he warned.

You swallowed hard as you tried to nod. But he wasn't happy with that as his other hand roamed up your body until his fingers kneaded at your breast making you gasp “Use your words kitten”

“I-I won’t c-come… gnhh… I’ll-I’ll hold on”

“Good girl” he rasped before diving back into your cunt. Your legs literally choked him but gosh he loved that, only made him leak pre in his boxer “You’re really- fuck driving me wild”

You kept focusing on your breathing to be sure not to disrespect his wish. There was only one thing you didn’t manage to keep in and it was your screams of ecstasy, Tengen didn’t care about them at all, it was just so sexy. Couldn't say the same about anyone who walked near yours and Tengen’s house at this moment. You got some people blushing and Tanjiro almost rushed in to be sure no one was trying to kill you.

As for when Tengen is going to stop edging you, well maybe when he is going to be on the verge of coming. But don’t you dare on coming before he tells you too because in this case he is going to have to teach you a lesson with his other favorite weapon : overstimulation. And his cock loves that.

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kny #kny smut #tengen uzui #tengen uzui imagine #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui smut #tengen x reader #tengen smut #smutember 2023 #smut #miri-writes

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ahsfan05 · 1 year

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could i request a whats it’s like to date marilyn thornhill x fem reader headcannons?

Marilyn Thornhill x Reader Headcanons

Description: basically what dating Marilyn Thornhill would be like.

Warning(s): mentions of nsfw

Note(s): Hi anon, I'm sorry this took a while! She is not a murderer or psycho for the sake of these head canons lol. (Also this has not been proofread so there may be some errors present.)

Word count: 572 words

Marilyn strikes me as an incredibly touchy and clingy lover.

She is extremely possessive (and jealous), so does NOT like it when others touch what’s hers.

She always has to be touching you; whether it’s holding your hand, looping her arm through your own, placing her hand on your thigh, or placing an arm around your waist.

If someone else flirts with you she will definitely make it clear that you’re taken. She will just start making out with you.

She loves to cuddle and be held, especially on rainy days. She finds the sound of rain deeply calming and peaceful.

She loves to curl up on your lap, each of you with your own book. Just enjoying being in each other’s company. She could get lost in a book for hours at a time.

She is a hopeless romantic and adores showering you with love and affection. She also gives the most amazing gifts.

She definitely gets in the mood appreciates it when you do romantic things for her, such as, taking her out for a candlelit dinner, running her a bath with her favourite bath salts and scents to help her unwind, or greeting her at the door with a glass of wine and a kiss after and especially stressful day.

She shows her love by giving you flowers with secret meanings, whether it’s for a special occasion or “just because”.

Marilyn would bring carnivorous plants home from work often- all the time if we’re honest!

Her home office is filled to the brim with plants, with lots of pot plants scattered all over her desk.

She spends a lot of time at Nevermore, so she loves it when you pay her little visits. Sometimes you surprise her with flowers (not that she needs more) on special occasions, or bring things she might have forgotten at home.

Most mornings you go to the Weathervane together so that she can get her morning matcha latte and you can get something for yourself.

After you both get your drinks, you share a kiss goodbye and head in opposite directions to your respective jobs.

Since she usually works long hours at Nevermore, you usually arrive home first, but once she arrives at home, she fills you in on her day and tells you cute little stories about what her students especially Wednesday have been up to.

A few little things you love about her: the way her face absolutely lights up when she talks about her job, how her nose crinkles when she laughs, and how beautiful she looks when she ties her hair up (come on, it would be really sexy).

She finds bliss in doing ordinary domestic things with you. For example, she loves cooking dinner together, it’s even become an evening routine. (And an excuse to spend more time with you.)

She is still very touchy when sleeping, though I think she is the little spoon (I know this for a fact, though I don’t know why. But I do not need to explain myself and am not taking criticism at this time lol).

She loves wearing your clothes, especially when she accompanies her students on school outings, or has to travel. She hates being away from you, so she finds it comforting. She also douses whatever clothing she steals in tons of your perfume/cologne. On the other hand, when you wear her clothes she gets really hot and bothered.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #christina ricci #christina ricci x reader #Marilyn thornhill headcanons #wednesday #wednesday headcanons #headcanons #wlw #wlw headcanons #lesbian #request #larissa weems #Morticia addams #laurel gates #Wednesday addams

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chloe-skywalker · 11 months

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Opinions - Jess Mariano

Jess x reader

Dean x sister reader

Warnings: I don’t think any

Word count: 572

Requested: Yes please? Could you do a Jess Mariano one where Y/n is pregnant, & Dean is her brother? They get into a fight or something? Thanks :) (Requested in Messages) - @beautifulbearpolice

Authors Note: Sorry it’s taken awhile, but thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

Gilmore girls Masterlist

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“Are you really going through with this?” Dean asked but it came out more accusatory than anything, as he stood in her bedroom doorway with his arms crossed.

“Yes for the thousandth time dear brother.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she searched for her jacket. Jess had something planned for the two of them tonight and it was a little chilly outside. Dean had brought up this conversation so many times and frankly Y/n was done with it.

“But it’s Jess!” Dean exclaimed, he couldn’t understand why his sister liked jess to begin with but having his baby? Why would she want to carry a piece of him inside her.

“Exactly!” Y/n turned to face him as she put on her jacket.

Dean scoffed his expression full of disgust. “How can you want something of him growing inside you?”

“Because I love him, and he loves me.” Y/n sighed she honestly didn’t think her brother would ever understand or support her relationship choice with Jess. But that wouldn’t stop her and jess from being together.

Dean huffed. “Bullshit! He just likes that your an easy lay.”

Y/n stood there in the middle of her room in shock. She knew he hated Jess and their relationship but to say something like that? That was uncalled for and very hurtful.

“Wow. Brother of the year.” Y/n sniffled as she kept her gaze downward not wanting to look or let him see her watery eyes.

“Y/n-” Dean went to grab her arm as she reached for her bag and left her room but Y/n ripped away from his hand.

“No, you’ve made your opinion very clear.” Y/n shook her head, wiping her teary eyes on the sleeve of her jacket, as she headed towards the front door. Once she reached it with her hand on the door knob Y/n turned back to look at her brother. “If you don’t want anything to do with your niece or nephew. Then so be it. Cause I’m not letting you near my child with this attitude of yours.”

After saying that Y/n walked out the front door of their family home. Once Y/n took a deep breath and looked up she saw the man of the hour.

“Y/n/n” Jess gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Jess?” she spoke softly, her voice breaking halfway through saying his name. “Did you-”

“I heard. Your window was open.” Jess nodded before opening his arms up, holding them out to the sides for her. Y/n walked into his embrace, feeling much safer.

“Can we just go to Luke’s?” Y/n asked looking up at jess as he wiped her cheeks of stray tears that escaped.

Jess nodded, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Yeah, we can go to Luke’s.”

Luke had been their safe haven since before they even got together and were just friends. Luke had been stressed at the news that his nephew, that he was in charge of had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. But luke had known Y/n her whole life and Jess truly did care about her so luke was determined to be the young couples safe place and person they rely on. And technically he was excited for the baby to come. They were a family no matter what. And Luke and Jess wouldn’t let her asshole brother ruin this for them.

Taglist: @padawancat97

#y/n #x reader #imagine #imagines #requested #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano imagines #jess mariano x reader #lukes #dean forester

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polaroidbills · 11 months

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something great.

"i want you here with me. like how i pictured it. so i don't have to keep imagining."

genre! - angsty, fluff too, mega slice of life

paring! -non-idol!beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis! - these days, love is always glorified in movies and books. but it's not always like that. sometimes it can be amazing and instant. other times, love can be damaging and complicated. but is it ever too much to ask for something great? - inspired by something great by one direction -

warnings! - not proof read, kiss (kinda), teeny tiny swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

word count! - 1 572

author's note! - first little imagine after my hiatus!! this is literally me rn (minus the dream part). he literally has a bird too and he doesn't play basketball but hockey. anyway hope you enjoyed!

i've always been into romantic-comedies. whether it's books, movies, or shows. they're my favourite. they allow me to get away from reality and slip into my imaginary world. a world so great, filled with love and joy. it's like an over powered hide and seek spot.

but sometimes i get fooled. sometimes the love shown through these films and novels aren't real. love in reality is never how they are in the movies.

boys don't fly across the world to see you. boys don't put on a musical performance as a way to apologize. boys don't join the drama club just because you did.

i just wished he did.

choi beomgyu is his name. he's been my crush since kindergarten. i'm im grade 8 now. soon i'll be graduating into high school. he doesn't know. he's never known. and i don't plan on letting him know. how could i?

he charming, funny, caring, and so much more. the way he rakes his hands through his hair, the way his laugh is contagious to everyone around him, the way he can always lighten up the mood, the way he isn't only socially successful but academically successful, and the way just his presence is comforting.

my feelings for him never leave. even if i try my best to force them out, even if he's dating someone else, even if we go on summer break. they never leave.

it's now friday, 10 days before graduation. i sit myself next to him because my teacher changed the seating arrangement.

"hey y/n!" his cheerful voices rings through my ears.

"morning beomgyu!" i respond.

"did you do the math homework?"

"i did yeah. you?"

"uh nope," he scratches his head.

we often have these small conversations. just short and casual. just a hi and hello. usually it would end here. i guess not this time.

"haha do you need help with it?" i ask.

"actually yeah. i don't really get it," an embarrassed look plays on his face.

"you know, i could help. i don't really mind."

"really? you would do that?"

"of course, i have nothing else to do anyway."

"okay sure! how about after school? i have to carpool with soobin and yunjin though, if that's okay with you?"

soobin, beomgyu, yunjin, and more of my classmates live on the same street. so they often carpool together.

yunjin is one of my best friends. she's one of the only one's that know about my crush. but ut weirds her out because she has like a sibling relationship with beomgyu.

"sure let me just text my parents!"

"great!"

and just like that i have plans. plans with him. i know it's just studying, but it's something? i mean, i can barely look him in the eye, let alone help him with math.

the school day goes by in a blur. i can't get my mind off of what's happening after school.

its 3:15, 15 minutes before school ends. i go to the bathroom to freshen up a little, bringing my emergency bag. in which holds a hair brush, mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, and a lip gloss.

i go back into class, as everyone starts packing their backpacks, getting ready to leave. i too get ready to leave.

3:27, 3 minutes until the bell. we're already lined up waiting.

"hey y/n!" soobin call my name. i walk over to them.

"you're coming with us?" soobin asks.

"yeah, is that okay?"

"for sure we have an extra seat anyway."

"okay cool," i smile.

the bell rings and we walk out into the parking lot.

"hey mom! um y/n is riding with us, is that okay?" soobin asks his mother.

"of course! come on in sweetie!"

beomgyu gets in first onto the far left seat.

"sorry y/n, you're in the middle," beomgyu says, as they already have assigned seats.

"thats fine," i climb into the middle and soobin gets in too, closing the door.

the drive is quiet, with only the low radio playing. but uts a short drive.

i've never been this close to beomgyu. it's quite awkward but also comfortable in a way.

the car halts and we climb out of the car, walking over to beomgyu's house.

"i'm home!" he unlocks the door. and his mom hurries to the door.

"hi y/n! come in, come in," his mom smiles.

as we walk in, i notice the lovely furniture and layout of the home.

"you have a very nice home mrs. choi!"

"thank you! but please call me diana."

"okay mom stop mingling, let's go upstairs," beomgyu interrupts. and we make our way up.

i notice all of the family and chcildhood photos on the walls and tables. cute.

"no funny business!"

beomgyu rolls his eyes and shuts his bedroom door.

"okay so where should we start?" i ask.

"well i couldn't really understand question 1?"

"okay we'll start there," we set down our books on the foors and start studying.

a couple hours later, dinner is called. we walk downstairs to a neatly setted table and the smell of delicious food.

i sit next to beomgyu and diana serves the food.

"thank you! this looks delicious."

"of course! cooked a special dinner for a special day!"

"mom!" beomgyu makes a weird look to his mom.

"oops- anyway, y/n what wer eyou guys studying up there?"

"oh beomgyu needed help on some math."

the dinner goes by really well. i feel like diana and i have a connection, as we were talking the whole time.

we go back upstairs to continue our work.

"hey don't you have a bird?" i ask him.

"yeah, his name is toto."

"can i see him?"

"sure but be careful, he isn't good around new people."

we go into the birds room and there's toto in his cage.

beomgyu slowly takes him out.

"here put your finger out, like this," he demonstrates the movement. and i follow. "toto up!"

toto moves onto my hand carefully.

"woah! toto's never good around new people! he must like you! toto kiss," he point to my cheek as toto places his beak on it.

it's a fun moment. laughter and smiles. this is why i like him.

he puts toto back into his cage and we go to his room.

"hey i'm tired of studying can't we stop now?" beomgyu says after a few more minutes of studying.

"yeah sure what do you wanna do?"

"hmm i don't know? we haven't really talked all lot, i wanna get to know you more."

"oh well what do you wanna know?"

"do you have any hobbies?"

"yeah, i love reading and watching movies and shows i guess?"

"oh cool what kind?"

"mainly rom-coms. what are your hobbies?"

"well i play basketball for one. i also really love music and playjng the guitar."

"oh cool i love music too! who's your favourite artist?"

"i love taylor swift and seventeen."

"me too!"

silence falls between us, but it's not awkward. i make eye contact with him – something i never do. the tension between us is strong and the space between us is small. i can slightly feel his breath on my skin. his eyes travel to my lips and back to my eyes, and the same thing goes for mine. his moves in closer, now the space is really small. i can definitely feel his breath on me. he moves in even closer.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

"i really really like you, for soo long. i like you y/n."

"y/n! y/n! y/n! wake up! you're gonna be late for school!"

i awaken by the sound and nudging of my brother.

"what?"

"you're gonna be late come on!"

of course it was just a dream. it always is. just my stupid imagination and mind. he would never like me. his way out of my league. why would he even like me? there's so many other girls too.

my mind is occupied with these negative thoughts, untily brother yells once again.

i shake my head to brush the thoughts away and quickly get ready for school, walking straight out the door.

the whole walk to school my head is filled with these thoughts and reminders.

love isn't real. it never was. i was just to delusional and blind to know it. true love is just in the movies and books. those scenarios never exist in real life, only in fictional films and novels, of course. no matter how much i imagine and hope and dream, nothing will change. it's just something i ask and beg for.

but is it ever too much to want someone with me, like in the books and movies, like how i picture a true love is?

when will i be able to stop imagining?

why do i still have to keep imagining?

is it too much to ask for something great?

@1-800-143 please DO NOT copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work.

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magewritesstories · 1 year

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[ Kendall Knight ] A Week With Big Time Rush

"Congratulations you've earned a week with Big Time Rush!"

You've probably read that sentence 30 times by now. You looked from the letter to your little sister and back to the letter.

"Grace," You started, putting down the letter, "What.Did.You.Do?" Grace shrugged, as if it was nothing, "I thought it might be fun to fill out the quiz, didn't think I would actually win," You pinched the bridge of your nose, "What are you going to do now, there's no way mom is letting you go to Hollywood on your own,"

A wicked grin placed itself on her face, "I know, that's why you're going with me," "Oh, okay well then that's just fine," you replied sarcastically, "Except for the fact that I have college!" Again Grace shrugged, "Since most of their fans are teenage girls, it's during summer break," You sighed in defeat, no one won against your little sister. "Fine, only if mom agrees," you said, knowing full well your mom wouldn't agree.

"Sure you can go," Your mom said. You and your sister were sitting at the breakfast bar in your tiny San Francisco apartment, while your mom sat opposite of you eating a bowl of lucky charms. "What?!" You exclaimed, "So we can go to Hollywood, and spend a week with a group of strangers, but I can't live in dorms?" Your mom shrugged as a reply, "I've told you before, we can't afford a dormitory." You defeatedly stirred your cereal. I guess you're going to Hollywood, to meet Big Time Rush.

Sunday "I can't believe you dragged me into this..." You whispered to your sisters as a tall brunette showed you around, "You owe me a lifetime supply of chocolate eggs!"

Grace rolled her eyes, "Just shut up, and enjoy this!" she whisper shouted back. You gave her a mock offended face, since when did she start talking back? "You were so cute as a kid, what happened?" Before Grace could reply with a snarky remark, four guys walked into the lobby, immediately pulling all the attention to them.

On the right was a Hispanic guy with a black helmet on his head, next to him was a tall brunette who was frantically combing his hair, and after him came a tall blonde who seemed engulfed in a conversation with the raven-haired boy next to him.

A short black woman, that had earlier introduced herself as Kelly snapped her fingers as a way of getting the boys' attention.

"Boys, these are the fans you'll be spending the week with," She said, as she introduced you, "This is Grace and her older sister, [Y/N]," The boys immediately rushed forwards to introduce themselves, you quickly shielded yourself using your little sister, "I'm not the fan that won the quiz," you said quickly, "she is."

The boys turned their attention towards Grace, as Kelly told you about the coming week, "So, you get to spend a week here at the Palmwoods, in suite for two with you sister," She handed you a pair of keys, "You'll also need these passes to access Roque Records, as you'll be seeing the boys record their songs, and lastly backstage passes for the concert on Sunday." You took the supplies out of her hand, and thanked her. "Yeah, that sounds like so much fun!" Your sister exclaimed in a fake typical tween girl voice.

Oh god, this week was gonna be a disaster.

word count: 572

Tagged: @icegirl2772

#nickelodeon #nickelodian #kendall knight imagine #kendall schmidt #kendall knight #kendall knight x reader #btr #big time rush #nickelodeon big time rush #big time rush fanfiction #nostalgia #btr x reader #big time rush x reader

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h0ney-gl0ws · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that you were writing for Hades and came straight to the ask box ^^ Anyways, I was wondering if you could write general Hypnos x reader dating hcs? I love him n it’s a shame there isn’t much content about him :,) Ty!

Yeah, of course! Thank you so much for the ask! It is basically criminal there is so little x reader content for hades T-T

Anyways, hopefully this is up to your standards!

Word Count: 572 (Approx)

Hypnos! General dating Head canons!

(side note: look at the sleepy boi :,) so cute!)

-Many people thought that when Hypnos started dating you, his work ethic would plummet even lower than it already was. How surprised they were when it was quite the contrary.

-Hypnos wants to spend a lot of time with you, therefore he works extra hard to be done early and relax with you!

-when he got featured house servant for the first time you congratulated him by peppering his face with kisses and showering him with praise.

-If Hypnos gets rewards like that for a job well done, you bet he’s taking his job seriously after that.

-Often times, he’d take it too far and end up overworking himself. Leaving the time you spend together with him cuddled up next to you, sleeping against your shoulder while you play with his hair.

-You both don’t mind though. That’s a dream come true for Hypnos. His love language is most definitely quality time, so even if he’s just sleeping against you it still counts XD

-A lot of the bottles of nectar he’d get from Zagreus, he’s regifted to you. He claims he doesn’t like the stuff, but you believe it’s just another excuse to pamper you.

-You eventually couldn’t take getting so many gifts from him, while you gave him nothing in return. So, you compromised by sharing the bottles together from then on.

-He didnt like hearing you say you give him nothing in return, though. He said simply being you was enough, and he loved having someone who listens to him when he needs to rant about one of his interests.

-On the topic of interests, you bet you’re going to be roped into hour long tirades about how great Asterius is. You sometimes joke he loves that Minotaur more than you. He lists all of his favorite tributes about you next to make up for it.

-It’s easy for you to get upset about how poorly Hypnos is treated at the house, but when you bring the topic up to Hypnos he says that it really doesn’t bother him what others think of him. That the only opinion important to him is yours, and you give him all the positivity and love he needs. You say he has a good heart and give him a kiss.

-Also, if your dating Hypnos you gotta get along with Thanatos as well. Hypnos just adores his brother and will take every chance he gets to brag about how cool he is.

-You think it’s sweet how much he cares about his family, and find yourself bursting into fits of giggles as he tells you funny stories about when he and his brother were younger.

-Thanatos has a lot of respect for you. You keep Hypnos in check, and have improved his brother for the better. He thinks its good for Hypnos who has someone to talk too, and greatly appreciates how much you make Hypnos happy. Although he would never admit he, he loves his little brother and wants him to succeed.

-Expect the “If you hurt my brother, I will hurt you” talk from protective Thanatos™

-In the end, as long as you are both happy, you’re basically the cutest couple in the house of hades

#hades supergiant #hypnos x reader #hypnos hades #headcanon #thanatos hades #h0ney gl0ws works!#request

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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i recently watched a clip about chishiya and usagi (where he received the bullet instead of her) and i was just thinking (if it is possible) if you could write about reader having a crush on chishiya and even telling kuina about it, but then finding out that chishiya likes usagi, so maybe reader tries to forget him with someone else and even tries to avoid him. but then chishiya realized that maybe he likes reader too but is now too late for do it something about or maybe not 👀👀 (thats up to you) thank u

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/hurt comfort word count: 572

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i kinda changed this idea because chishiya taking the bullet for usagi is important for his character development and i didn’t want to take away from that by making it into a crush but i tried to keep most of the same elements (reader telling kuina about their crush, chishiya gets shot for usagi) i hope you like it :)) can't tell if i like the ending of this one ngl

warnings: blood, chishiya gets shot, reader gets shot, canon typical violence

requests open !! read my rules first

“i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n,” chishiya gives you a half-smile before he turns to leave.

you nod, hoping he doesn’t notice how flustered you are. “see you tomorrow, chishiya.”

next to you kuina smirks as she nudges you with her shoulder. she takes her wooden cigarette from her mouth, rolling it between her fingers.

“is something going on between you and chishiya?”

“no,” you avoid eye contact with her. “why?”

“there totally is!” she laughs, knocking her shoulder against yours. “i’ve never seen him act like that with anyone else.”

“i’m sure he’s just in a good mood or something.”

“don’t you think it’s an odd coincidence that he’s only in a ‘good mood’ around you?” kuina laughs, patting your shoulder. “i’m just saying, you should ask him out.”

you hum. “i’ll think about it.”

“chishiya!” you rush to his side, pressing your hands against his chest.

“y/n,” he rasps. his blood seeps through his jacket, staining your hands red.

“it’s okay,” you whisper, though you can’t tell if you mean it to yourself or him. “it’s gonna be okay.” chishiya brings a hand up to wrap around your wrist. arisu and usagi kneel down next to you.

you can barely hear gunshots from nearby. arisu flinches a little, turning over his shoulder. his hands shake a little as he clutches his shotgun, slinging it over his shoulder.

“y/n,” usagi says, gently touching your shoulder. “we need to get going.”

“i can’t leave him,” you whisper. tears sting your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. you desperately press your hands against his chest even harder in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding.

“y/n,” chishiya whispers. he moves his hand from yours to your cheek, brushing a tear away. “she’s right. you need to go. i’ll be okay. i promise.”

you sniffle, swallowing your fear. “okay.”

your hands shake as you press them against your side, forcing yourself up. you grunt, leaning against the wall as you limp forwards. the brick digs into your skin as you shove yourself against the side.

aguni sits on a pile of rubble, staring into space next to the king of spade’s body. you swallow, pressing your hand against your side even harder. you ignore the stinging pain shooting through your ankle with each step.

chishiya has moved to lean against the same car you left him at. blood has completely soaked through his jacket, staining the white fabric. “y/n,” he sighs. you use the car to support yourself as you sit down on the ground next to him. chishiya’s hand replaces your own in an attempt to stop the bleeding. you cough from the pressure, hand moving to grab his arm.

“you’re hurt,” you hiss, leaning your head against the car.

chishiya shakes his head, focused on your own injuries. “i’m fine.”

“chishiya, you got shot.”

“so did you.” your breath hitches when he applies even more pressure against your side.

“‘shiya,” you grunt. chishiya pulls you closer, letting you rest your head against his shoulder. “it hurts.”

“i know,” he whispers. “i’m sorry. it’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

you desperately cling to him. you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks, staining his jacket. his hands are warm against your side, still pressed against your wound. “chishiya,” you whisper. your voice breaks a little. “i love you.”

“you’re gonna be okay,” he repeats. “i love you too.”

small ramble about the character development: the shootout scene is super important for niragi, arisu, and chishiya. niragi represents the morally bad and arisu represents the morally good. chishiya exists between them, directly in the middle. he could go either way. it’s important that he starts the shootout because he is the morally neutral one. him shooting first shows him being pulled towards the bad but when arisu refuses to shoot at them, he has a change of heart. arisu is only willing to potentially hurt them for usagi, someone he loves. chishiya taking a bullet for her is important because it is the first sign of him truly changing. he’s putting himself in danger for someone he doesn’t really care about (lmao sorry usagi). he later confirms this when he says that he wanted to “do something out of character.”

after the games end he chooses to go back to the normal world instead of staying in the borderlands because he truly wants to change. it’s easy to be a bad person in the borderlands. it’s hard to be good in the normal world. he leaves because he wants to be better and getting hurt for someone else is the first sign of this. it’s all very important so i didn’t want to undermine chishiya’s development into him getting hurt over a crush.

also slightly irrelevant but niragi is right when he says arisu, chishiya, and himself are similar. they’re all selfish people. niragi is self-explanatory, chishiya hurts people for his own benefit, and arisu accidentally gets people killed because he’s only operating from his own perspective and doing what he thinks is best, even when it’s the wrong decision. even in the normal world, arisu is ungrateful while he lives off of his dad and he isn’t there for his brother. arisu leaves because he doesn’t want to hurt people anymore. chishiya leaves because he wants to be a better person, and he can’t change in the borderlands. niragi is probably the most likely to stay, but ultimately his desire to live outweighs his want to hurt people so he leaves.

anyway, i hope you enjoyed the fic and understand why i changed parts of the original ask lol

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kadssp · 2 years

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thinking about dottore with photographic memory, drawing your face while overstimmed in his pov after a long fuck session

A perfect sight

pairing: dottore x afab!reader

warnings: afab!reader, degradation, petnames (pet, doll, darling), overstim, dacryphilia, creampie, minors dni

word count: 572

Can you blame him for it? Dottore was never one to call himself an artist, far from it. But the sight before him was just too good to let slip away.

The faint lines of previous tears streaming down your cheeks shines in the light as you pant against the desk he just had you pressed up against a few moments ago. Your eyes glossy and pupils blown wide as you tremble against the surface and he can’t help but coo at you as he draws the scene before him on a piece of paper.

“You look perfect like this,” He sighs with a wide smile that shows off his sharp teeth and you whimper when you make eye contact with him, not noticing the pencil and paper in his hands. “My little pet, so needy and fucked dumb. You want more don’t you?”

You shiver as the cool air in the room hits your exposed cunt that drools the mix of his seed and your sticky essence, fluttering around nothing from the intense orgasms you had to endure. There’s a tingle of overstimulation in your veins but it’s calmed down and you can finally relax yourself. Until a thumb covered by the silk of a glove rubs over your messy clit.

“We can’t stop now, doll, I haven’t gotten all the results I needed.” He grins at the way you mewl and arch off the desk. Your shaky hands trying to push him away but he’s unrelenting with the figure eights his thumb does over your sensitive pearl.

“It’s fascinating,” He cackles as he speeds up his demonstrations, he’s got the perfect view of your face contorting in pleasure and he’ll remember to draw it later after he’s had his fun with you. “How a small bundle of nerves can reduce you to a sobbing mess.”

“‘ttore, p-please- haah, ‘t’s too much!” You cry out, fingers grabbing at the desk to try and ground yourself as the overused knot in your belly begins to fall apart as he taps his thumb repeatedly against your clit.

“Too much?” He echos and a sinister grin replaces his previously “calmer” one. “Too bad. You’ll take it for me, won’t you? You’ll be a good little test subject and give me my results, right?”

He loves the way you nod and sob as he brings you to release for the nth time. The way your body shakes as the orgasm washes over you, the way your mouth opens into a scream but nothing comes out, the way your juices cling to his gloved hand as your pussy spasms around nothing. It’s all so perfect in his eyes and he’s going to capture this moment soon enough.

He brushes his other hand over your cheek as you come down, guiding your gaze to his face and through half lidded eyes and a fucked dumb mind you whimper as he licks your taste off his fingers with a hum of satisfaction.

“Stay right there, darling.” He smiles, grabbing the paper and pencil back up and holding it where you can now see as he begins to sketch your blissful face once again. “This is the perfect time to write down that expression you have.”

Dottore was never one to call himself an artist, far from it. But this masterpiece before him would have people from every nation begging to see just a glimpse of what he saw.

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #genshin impact dottore

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Should Have Known

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You should have known better than to get attached. You should have known there wasn't any way anything could last between you two.

Warnings: angst, language (idk how to do the warnings)

Word Count: 572

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"I'm not an idiot." The words are said in a low voice. Your eyes meet with hers across the table.

Her eyes seem to stare right through you, "What?" She says without emotion. Her voice is flat, her tone bored.

You scoff, this is what she does to you, "It's always like this," you say bitterly. "You can't take my shit seriously. It’s like we have no relationship. No connection at all. You don't even listen when I talk." You raise your arms as though it would help your point across. You hate that it hurts you when she just laughs it off, dismisses everything you say.

"Are you done?" Her voice cuts into your rant. "Because I would really rather be doing things right now than having to talk to you." There's a hint of frustration in her tone. She doesn't want this conversation. She doesn't need it. Not at this moment.

You think bitterly. You don't mean anything to her anymore. You don't even know if you were ever anything to her. You don't matter to her. And she has no idea how much your heart hurts to hear this. You can feel the tears welling up behind your eyelids but you hold back so they don't fall. You force yourself to look at her again and try to smile, despite the fact that she won't acknowledge your existence.

"Sorry I ruined your night." You bite out before standing and grabbing your jacket off the back of your chair. Without looking back you walk towards the door, hoping she'll understand the message without your words. You aren't sure she will. She doesn't care about you anyway. You might as well just leave the damn room because that's what she wants.

Stopping only for a moment, you turn around and say, "Your a fucking asshole, Natasha. You know that? You're saying I'm the one, but it's your actions that speak louder. And it clearly says I'm not it. So fuck you!" You open the door and push through, slamming it loudly behind you.

As soon as you're outside you let go of the breath you've been holding. You lean against the wall and slide down until your ass hits the floor. With your forehead pressed into your knees you start sobbing and cry. It feels good to release some tension, some anger. But mostly it feels horrible. Like your chest is being caved in, suffocating you with each intake of air. It takes everything in you to breathe normally. It's as though someone is slowly cutting open your throat.

You should have known better than to get attached. You should have known there wasn't any way anything could last between you two. It was never going to work, and it didn't even start off like that. It never did. You knew this from day one. And yet still you let it happen.

Still, you allowed your feelings to take over. You allowed yourself to love her. Now here you are. And it hurts. It fucking hurts. But you should have known this was coming. You knew better. And still you went ahead and fell for it. Again. Just like before.

The tears continue streaming down your face and eventually slow to a stop. You sit there in silence, wiping your nose on your sleeve. This is what you get for trying to love Natasha fucking Romanoff. You're such a pathetic fool.

#natasha romanoff #fem!reader #mcu fic #lgbtq #angst prompt #natasha x reader #wlw #marvel

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onlyonetifosi · 1 year

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I'm not him

-> Word Count: 572

-> Warnings: a lot of fluff, angst at the beggining, some steam at the end but nothing explicit

->Author note: Short fic about a mix of emotions for mick. I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

It's been almost five years since Michael Schumacher's devastating skiing accident. The world mourned the loss of one of the greatest Formula One drivers of all time. But for Mick Schumacher, it was a personal tragedy. He's the 23-year-old son of the seven-time world champion, he's not Mick, he's Michael's Schumacher son, and he's determined to make his own way in the sport. But the shadow of his father's accomplishments looms large. Mick knows that he will always be compared to his father. It's an impossible standard to live up to. And the pressure can be overwhelming at times. But Mick is determined to prove that he is his own man. He is a talented driver in his own right and he is determined to make a name for himself in the world of motorsport.

-Liebling this is mentally exhausting i can't keep being compared to my dad , it feels like i can't do anything without him being brought up. -Mick, you have to understand that your father is one of the most successful drivers in history. It's only natural that people are going to compare you to him.

-I know, but it's still hard. I just want to be my own person. -You are your own person, Mick. You're a talented driver with a bright future ahead of you. Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll make a name for yourself in this sport.

-No I'm not there isn't a gp where i see coments about my driving compared to my dad's- He says angry, getting up of the couch where we were cuddling.

-Micky, come back baby, I know you are having a hard time at Haas and being compared not only with your dad but Kevin- I say following him to our beedroom.

-I know he was a better driver than me, but who cares? I'm not him, I'm Mick not Michael- He says crying and i hug him.

-And you are the best driver in my eyes- I say kissing his tears as they fall from his face.

-I love you prinzessin- He says with a small smile and i kiss him passionately.

-What a nice view- he says pointing to the countryside from the balcony of our hotel in Monza.

We are here for the italian gp, we don't have many holidays but they are always special.

-I'm glad we could come here, honey- I say happy.

-You lived here, didn't you?- i say remembering some thing he told me about his junior categories years and living in Italy because of being a driver of the FDA.

-Yeah for 3-4 years actually- He says- I love my years here but i prefer home in Switzerland, with mum, Gina, Angie and going to Seb's to see him, Hanna and their kids.

-I hope we can go home soon- he sighs.

Only two weeks more, baby- I say hugging him and sitting on his lap.

Our kiss gets heated and more intense but not messy, deep and full of love, just like we do it.

We make sweet and pasionate love with the first rays of sun going through the window.

After that we go into the streets, enjoying the golden hour light that makes everything look even more beautiful. Now we're sleeping in my bed and i'll have to wake up early to go to work but i feel happier than ever with him.

I hope you like this! send me whatever you want to my asks.

I would love to know something about you!!

And would you like a mention list? like for me to mention you in my fics <3 <3

#mick shumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher smut #mick schumacher #mick schumacher fluff #f1 blurb #f1 drivers x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic

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theangstyboiblog · 1 year

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The Spy and Her Hunter | Part 1

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Description: After six months apart from a certain bad batcher, he comes to your rescue when your mission to steal data from the Empire goes wrong. Unfortunately you’re not exactly happy to see him.

Warnings: 18+, Future smut, Language

Captured, beaten and dangling by your wrists was not how the last 48 hours were supposed to go.

The room is quiet and dark, mercifully, you’re not sure the headache pulsing around the crown of your head could stand any stimuli at the moment. The tips of your toes barely touch the floor and you’ve given up trying to stop the slow turn your body is forced into as the bonds around your numb wrists have long since proven they aren’t going to break, no matter what you do.

It’s been hours since the last guard walked by your cell, not that you were fully conscious that entire time. Not that you’re complaining, the more time they leave you alone, the more time you can keep your mission a secret and the more time your… associate has to get your automated distress signal and figure out that you need help.

In the meantime, you are playing for every minute you can. Broken ribs? Worth it. Torn rotator cuff? Could be worse. You could be dead.

The only light is coming from the ray shield spanning the doorway. You watch the waves of energy pulsing through it, counting them between bouts of pain induced unconsciousness. You’re at 572 when a door creaks open down the hall, followed by footsteps and the hum of a droid. You swallow dryly and straighten up, pasting your best glare on your face as an imperial officer comes to a stop in front of your cell, flanked by two troopers and an IT-O.

“I see you’re finally man enough to admit when you’re out of your depth,” you croak out hoarsely as the shield is shut down, “no shame in needing a little help now and then, it’s common for men of your stature,” you bite out as the officer narrows his eyes and steps over the threshold. You have just enough time to take in a breath before his fist connects with your ribcage, sending you swinging back as your lungs contract like steel cages.

A gloved hand catches you by the throat, stopping your body from spinning, forcing you to face the rat like mug of Imperial Intelligence Officer Slaab. “I will get what I want out of you—”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you choke out, biting the inside of your cheek as he lets out a sound of disgust and releases you. You hang your head as he steps back, making way for the interrogation droid. You glance at the needle and syringe before turning to Slaab. “What was it you wanted to know again? My holospace history? I’m not proud of it, but haven’t we all been curious about the emperor’s skincare routine? That complexion is flawless and I just gotta know—” you rise up on the tips of your toes, trying to get as far out of reach of the injection arm as you can.

“Hold her still,” the officer orders and like automatons, the troopers do as they’re told, stepping to either side of you, fingers digging into your arms and legs as the droid comes even closer. Ice stings through your veins as the needle pricks your skin.

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The world is liquid glass. Your body is heavy, a voice crawls through your ears like spiders, an itch runs raw over your skin. You want it to stop. You need it to stop. And someone tells you it can be. All you have to do is unlock the dam of secrets in your head.

“Who hired you?”

You turn your head slowly, blinking in the bright red light that burns your eyes. You can’t see anything but red, can’t feel anything but a freezing rush racing throughout your extremities. Then the flush of warmth envelops you, you feel light-headed, floating high above the ground. You focus on the question, it’s hard. You want to answer, make him happy, make this feeling last. The lie that leaves you is nonsensical.

“Little lady with a thing for cats,” your voice sounds so far away, a fit of giggles, then suddenly echoes right in your ear like a piercing scream and you groan in pain.

The voice asks again, “Who are you working for?”

“Big lady with a thing for… rats?”

A hand connects with your cheek, hard, and your head falls back as the world seems to shrink. You breathe in and out in a rush before looking down. Slaab is a blur before you. At one moment he’s frozen in time, before suddenly he’s gone from sight. And when he reappears he has too many mouths, too many eyes. Your teeth clench so hard, you think they might shatter, and your fingers clutch at the chains above you.

“The longer the ileothol is in your system, the worse it will get,” Slaab’s voice seethes.

“Well, you can’t get any uglier,” you breathe out, groaning as a wave of nausea hits. Just answer. Tell him. End it.

“I know what you were looking for in our systems,” Slaab paces back and forth in front of you. Your eyes try to track him, but it’s too much, so you close your eyes. “I know you failed to transmit it. All I want to know is who you were going to send it to and where I can find them.”

You shake your head. “I don’t know—” Your lungs seize up as a voice screams in your head. Don’t lie. “I-I can’t tell you.” True, but you can do better than that. Gritting your teeth, you open your eyes. “I won’t tell you.”

Slaab’s voice echoes behind you, “I wouldn’t bet—”

BOOM!

One moment everything is still, the next, you’re colliding with the floor and choking on powdered concrete and ash. Your legs bend, rising up to your chest as you cover your head at the sound of falling rock. Then it’s a mess of pounding footsteps, clone voices yelling and blaster fire echoing through out your cell. Two thuds sound as you finally muster up the will to open your eyes. The clone guards are on the floor, but you can’t tell why. It’s hard to see, hard to make sense of what you’re seeing. It’s dust and red light and shadows. But then the shadows are moving. Across from you, you find Slaab slumped against a wall, red blood staining the collar of his uniform.

“Y/N?”

Your name fills your ears in waves, the familiar lilt of a familiar voice crashing down on you. You twist back to the hole in the wall behind you. You don’t recognize the armor at first, the hodgepodge of color washing over the metal, the mismatched clothes beneath it. But then the helmet comes off and he’s crossing the room and he’s kneeling down in front of you. Brown eyes narrowly surveying your face and body for signs of damage – beyond what was already there at least.

“Rex send you?” you whisper, falling forward, cheek colliding with his chest plate. The ileothol sends another freezing wave through your body and you close your eyes. You can’t see his reaction, can’t feel how he goes rigid.

Finally, he answers as his hands cut away at the ties round your hands. “Yes.” It’s a curt reply. You deserve it. You deserve worse.

We’re wasting time, you think bitterly when all your body wants to do is stay right where you are and be still and wallow in the guilt that’s threatening to drown you. With a sigh, you sit up, or try to. You’re nearly on your knees when you fall back, gloved hands catching you.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” he says, one arm slipping behind your knees, the other circling your back.

You shake your head and somehow find the strength to dig your fingernails into the side of his arm. He stops. You turn and finally look him in the eye for the first time in nearly six months.

“Not yet,” you grind out. He shakes his head and you reach up, palm sliding over the tattoo that lines his jaw. Your voice is low and you ignore the way those damn brown eyes widen at your tone.

“I’m not finished yet, Hunter. I still have a fucking job to do.”

Read Part 2 Here

A/N:

In the words of Rex, "It's been awhile boys." I know I just posted recently about continuing the Crosshair Family epilogue, but I got distracted by Hunter... So I am envisioning this will be a short little story, but no promises, you know how bad I am at figuring out how long a fic will be.

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #the clone wars fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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Hi! Congrats for your 100 followers! Could you please write something for Tyrion Lannister and the prompt ❛ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ❜. Maybe e reader saying it to him since I love reverse comfort and throughout the whole series I just wanted to give him a hug 😭🫶🏻

Hi anon!! I love this idea, mans need some comfort in his life!! Hope this does the idea some justice <3

tywin lannister x female! reader

pretty much the ask!! also this is for the 100 follower event

word count: 572 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none prompt: ❛ shh, it’s okay. i’m here. ❜

The life of a head of house Lannister was stressful so many people looked to him for guidance, while others were awaiting for him to fail. There was so much pressure on a single person's shoulder to keep everything together. At times not everyone could be pleased. Tywin sacrificed a connection with his family for the betterment of his house. Hoping to solidify House Lannister's position and power for many generations.

But it never seemed enough for his children or for others. That no matter what he did they wanted to opposite, they wanted everything. After his first wife's death, Tywin threw himself further into his goal, shutting out everyone else. There was no rest for the man. Marrying you was only a part of his duty and the betterment of his House. Jamie could not marry, and Tyrion was a little demon who only thought of whores and wine, to get him to marry someone would be too much work. Thus, it fell on his shoulders to fulfil this duty.

What surprised him was when he began to develop true feelings for you. That he could love someone else after his late wife. Yet here you were, the object of his affections. A slither of kindness in his life, something to give him a break from his gruelling work. Your husband was a strong man, someone who seemed so detached from his emotions. Nothing seemed to be able to affect him as though he hovered above everything like some sort of god.

When you entered the dark room of his chambers you intend to talk about your day with him, an activity you both seemed to enjoy partaking in at the end of the day. You were greeted with an overwhelming sense of sadness, the further you walked into the room the more it grew. Although the room was dark you could see enough to navigate the area.

"Tywin?" Your voice was soft, almost frightened of what might answer in the darkness. That maybe the man was not here, instead, it was some unknown maid that is just looking for a quiet place to cry. But such thoughts were banished from your mind when your eyes landed on a figure in a plush chair, a mug of what you could only assume was beer or wine in his hand. Tywin was a hard man to miss, even in the darkness of this room. Crossing the room you come to stand in front of him, the sad feeling when you entered the room only growing. It was clear to you he was the source of the sadness.

"My love?" The man looks up at you for only a moment, but it was enough to see the overwhelming desire and sadness in his blue eyes. Your expression softened and you cup his face in your hands, hoping to provide him with some comfort. Yet it only seemed to unleash the damn inside him as tears sprang to his eyes. Years of pent-up sadness and desire burst forward at a simple comforting touch. He had not felt such a kind touch in years, not since his first wife passed.

"Shh, it’s okay. I’m here," You wrap your arms around him from your standing position. Due to his seated position, the man was suffocated by your presence. Though he did not care, he needed such comfort at this moment. You were the only one to provide him such a thing in years. The pressure and stress of his life slipped from his shoulders while he was in your embrace.

#tywin lannister x reader #tywin imagines #tywin x reader #tywin lannister imagines #got imagines #got x reader #game of thrones imagines #game of thrones x reader

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takenbypeter · 2 years

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Movie Jitters

Peter Maximoff x reader

Word Count: 572

Summary: Peter joins you and the others for a movie night

*This is an old draft

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You were ecstatic when Peter had asked to join the ritual weekend movie nights with you and the gang. You’ve been trying to get him to go for the past couple of weeks but he’s always rejected the idea.

Peter never really gave a straight answer when rejecting it, you just figured he didn’t like movies. But what you didn’t know was that he actually hated movies—scratch that, he hated movie theaters. He literally couldn’t stay still long enough to just sit down and enjoy the movie.

Despite the fact that he hated movie theaters, what he did love was you, and he especially loved seeing you happy. So you can imagine how he felt when he saw your face light up after finally agreeing to join you all.

That’s how he found himself currently in the dark theater seated beside you.

It wasn’t so bad, the movie had just started and he was feeling fine. But, after about ten minutes, he started to get…antsy.

Without realizing it, his fingers started strumming along the arm rest and soon after, his foot joined in, aggressively tapping against the floor.

This didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Placing a loving hand over his, you gain his attention and his tapping comes to a stop.

With a worried expression, you look at him as if asking if he’s alright and he nods trying to calm himself without worrying you any further. You drop it, refocusing your attention back towards the screen.

A few minutes go by and you can’t help but notice how Peter seems to only have gotten even more fidgety by the second.

Leaning over to Jubilee, you let her know that you’re going to step out. Then leaning to the opposite direction, you whisper “come on,” while pulling Peter out of the theater behind you.

As soon as you two step out, you ask him, “are you okay?”

He answers without even skipping a beat, “yes.”

You shoot him a skeptical look, “Peter if you need to take a break and stretch your legs—“

“—Oh thank god.” Before you can finish, he’s out of sight.

So that’s what it was.

You’re only alone with your thoughts for a moment before he speedily returns with an opened snack in hand.

“So much better.”

With a small chuckle you steal some of his treat, “Peter you should’ve told me you needed a break?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to.”

“And why not?”

“I didn’t want to miss anything.”

You stare back at him confused, what did he mean by miss anything?

As if reading your mind, he starts to explain himself, “whenever you come back from movie nights you’re always so amped up, and you all have inside jokes from the night before…I just didn’t want to miss any of that.”

“Aww,” your lips curved upward, while you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your head against his chest, “you felt left out.”

“Don’t tease me, I’m being vulnerable,” he whined, arms naturally hugging you back.

“I know and I think it’s adorable.”

Arms still looped around him, you looked up meeting his pouty face. “How about a compromise. We can move closer to the door so you can go in and out whenever you get antsy. And I’ll fill you in on anything you missed.”

His pout slowly shifts into a smile, “do you know that you’re the best?”

“I know.”

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I had no idea how to end it but that was it 😅

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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Anyone You Like - Winter

12. “It is absolutely freezing” Anyone You Like Word Count: 572 Waking up in a cosy bed, laying beside your husband on a very cold and frosty morning.

“Mmm” you murmured as you stretched while laying beside him as he gently rubbed your cheek as you sat up in bed. “I’ll get us a coffee” he smiled as he got up out of bed as you put your dressing gown on to have a look out the window.

As you looked out of the window, you saw the thick snowflakes hitting against the window heavily. You admired how beautiful it was. “Here” you turned around to see him walking in with two hot mugs of coffee. “Thank you, come and see the snow” you smiled, pointing out to the snow as it was settling on the roads. “A perfect day for snuggling and maybe a walk?” you suggested as he nodded in agreement as you climbed back in bed to snuggle and watch a film together. Many hours had passed, watching several Christmas movies as he didn’t need to go training due to the heavy snow coming down. “I want to go out for a walk in the snow ”you suggested as you climbed out of bed before heading for a quick shower. Once you showered, you wrapped up in the biggest and thickest hoodie that you could find as you found every piece of warm piece of clothing that you could, wrapping yourself up. You opened the door and felt the freezing air as it hit you, causing you to let out a shiver. “Why is this your idea?” he grumbled as he felt the cold instantly as he took a step out into the cold. “Because I wanted to take a walk out in the snow, hearing the crunchy snow on my feet and well maybe through a snowball or two at you” you teased him as you grabbed his arm as you didn’t want to look a fool in front of him and fall over. As a huge gust of wind came in as the snow hit you both in the face. Making you both laugh out loud as you held on very tightly. “It’s absolutely freezing” you shiver as you felt the cold hit you once again. “This is why I shouldn’t let you have any ideas, because I regret saying yes to coming out in the absolute cold. Come on, I have walked to the end of the road for you. Now come on, let’s just go in” you laughed as he pulled you to walk back in the opposite direction to head off home. You knelt down and grabbed some snow into a ball, losing all feeling in your fingers to throw the snowball right at the back of his head. “Oh I hate you, this is on. You better run” he shouted with the biggest smirk appearing on your face. Trying your best to run as you didn’t want to slip on the snow or didn’t want to get hit by any snowballs which were coming your way. As you made your way to the front door, you felt a snowball hitting the back of the leg as you put the key in the door as he came running to it. “Now come on, get the fuck in and make us hot chocolates” you shouted as you both made your way in the house as you wrapped up all cosy and laid on the sofa together. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @percervall @football-and-fanfics @odegaardsblues let me know who you think of when reading this, I would love to know and also if you would like more anyone you likes x

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I posted 3,150 times in 2022

572 posts created (18%)

2,578 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@maroonsunrise83

@ramp-it-up

@lovebittenbyevans

@ysmmsy

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming

I tagged 2,157 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#ask dj - 999 posts

#chris evans - 952 posts

#chris evans smut - 585 posts

#chris evans imagine - 555 posts

#chris evans x female reader - 433 posts

#chris evans x reader - 418 posts

#chris evans x black reader - 414 posts

#bucky barnes - 196 posts

#steve rogers - 192 posts

#sebastian stan - 173 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#don’t ya just love it when you stan someone for being skilled or pretty and then it turns out they’re gloriously thoughtful and articulate

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.

A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

The playlist is real and is linked here!

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#4

Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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#3

The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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#2

Hi- may I ask for an angsty mix with Chris Evans x reader: she was very open with affection- hugs, smiles, caressing, cuddles, kisses -it did not matter when and where! After her boyfriend comes back from a particularly long day on set, he is exhausted, and do not even respond to her ways of saying "I love you". And that had reader thinking: perhaps she was too clingy? So the following weeks she gave him more space and more alone time, in her caring attempt not to smother her boyfriend... Without knowing how much it hurt him...

It’s Over

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: If you two had communicated, this wouldn’t be happening.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Clueless Chris, clueless reader. Anxiety, insecurities in self and relationship, thirst traps, lack of communication, thoughts of cheating, jealousy, vibrators, masturbation for an audience, oral (both receiving) cum play, breast play, clit play, raw sex, praise, dirty talk, begging, creampie, a lil bit of breeding kink.

A/N: Hope you like it @scorpionchild81 Let me know!

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My #1 post of 2022

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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