#i am so behind but i’d like to talk about them as i catch up

[girlboypersonthingy]

Could you maybe write a Sally Face One Shot, where Sal developed a huge crush on reader. But he thinks she doesn’t feel the same way. So he writes a love letter in which he puts no hope in, but then she actually tells him she does feel the same.

Does that even make any sense?😭

Yes…it makes sense and I’m weeping over this omggggg 😭😭😭 bruh this had me screaming and kicking in bed as I wrote it omfgggggg. Sal is pretty smart so I know this mf would write some pretty, thought out, poetic type shit

Notes: gn!reader, established friendship, friends to lovers trope

TW: none, just so fucking sappy and fluffy

Sal x reader- Sincerely Sally 💌

Dear (Y/N),

I want to start by telling you that you’re an amazing friend. I’m beyond grateful we’ve met. You’ve always made me feel so comfortable, so wanted, so important. No words could ever truly explain my feelings for you or the thoughts behind them, but I’m going to try.

Since we met, I’ve seen nothing but good in you and I think you’ve made me good, too. You make me feel good. You make me a better person. I don’t know who I’d be without you, but I know who I want to be now.

I want to be the one on your arm when we walk into a room.

I want to be the one you wake up to every morning and fall asleep next to every night.

I want to kiss you every time we say ‘good bye’ and every time we say ‘hello’ again.

I want to be the one you point to with a smile and say ‘him’ when talking to others.

I want to be the one to hold you when you cry.

I want to be the one to hug you when you’re excited.

I want to go every where you go.

I want to slow dance with you.

I want to head bang with you.

I want to paint with you.

I want to sing to you.

I want to hold you.

I want you.

I love you.

I’m in love with you.

And I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Sally <3

Sal felt like a total loser while sneaking over to your place, which was just down the street from Todd’s house, and slipping the letter in your mailbox. He felt like he could puke just from writing the letter, there’s no way he could ever say these things to your face. He couldn’t help but hesitate, staring at the mailbox as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘They’re going to hate me. I’m gonna ruin everything. What the hell am I doing?’ Sal thinks to himself, staying frozen in place for a good few minutes as thousands of thoughts race through his mind, shaky hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

He jumps a bit when he notices the light in your bedroom flick on through your window. He ducks his head and turns to leave, not wanting to get caught lurking around your house in the middle of the night. As he rushes back home, the panic begins to set in because now he realizes he left it…he left the letter behind. It was done. No turning back. He felt sick to his stomach and like he was already grieving the loss of your friendship.

Sal tip toes back in the house, praying neither Neil nor Todd would catch him sneaking in so late and ask questions. He trudges to his room, shedding his clothes before flopping onto his bed. Sal lays on his side and after taking his prosthetic off, stares at the wall for hours thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways you could reject him, every excuse and lie he could use later to act like it wasn’t even serious, like it was a dumb joke or something. Finally, after his brain had tortured him enough, he drifts off to sleep just before the sun begins to rise.

~next morning~

‘Holy shit…’ You think as you hold the piece of lined note book paper in your shaky hands. “No way…no way!” A giddy smile grows on your face as you clumsily drop all the other mail you had in your hands, besides Sal’s letter, on the ground and take off running for him. It was early in the morning and you were in pajamas still but nothing could stop you now. His house was not far at all and you were too excited not to immediately run to him and profess your love for him.

You and Sal had been friends almost as long as he has with Larry and Todd. You’ve slowly fallen in love with him just as hard as he has with you- the issue is that you are both dummies and think the other person sees you as a friend and a friend only. You’d find yourself dreaming of Sal, not knowing he was dreaming of you too. You’d absentmindedly doodle his name on piece of paper and blush, he’d find a strand of your hair on his shirt and smile so big under his mask. You two have been pining for so long but both so afraid to wreck the relationship you already have. Eventually, Sal felt like he couldn’t get anything done, couldn’t focus on his studies or the ghosts or even eating throughout the day. His brain was full, flooded even, with thoughts of you. He just had to get it out, he had to say it to you now or he would be haunted by it forever. Unbeknownst to Sal…you felt the exact same way.

Bouncing up to his doorstep with an uncontrollable smile on your face, cheeks aching and turning red, you knock on the door and ball your fists up out of excitement. Finally, Todd answers the door, smiling at you before greeting you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here so early? We-“ “Sal! I-I’m sorry. I need to talk to Sal.” You interrupt, your crazy smile making Todd chuckle softly just as Neil comes up behind him. “Morning, (Y/N)! Sal isn’t up yet. He’s still-“

You weren’t trying to be rude, you adored Todd and Neil but you were currently completely 100% hyperfixated on the sleeping blue haired poet behind the door at the end of the hall way and you just had to see him immediately. “I-I’m sorry…” You laugh softly as you push past them, sprinting for his door, gripping the knob excitedly before swinging the door open. The sound of the door swinging back against the door frame stirs Sally from his sleep, making him groan and glance over at the doorway. Before he can react to you being in his bedroom, in your pajamas still with bed head and an adorable love sick smile on your face, you’re jumping into his blankets with arms wide open. As you practically belly flop on top of him, he huffs softly then chuckles, groggily blinking at you.

“Uh…morning…” He mumbles just before you place the folded love letter on his chest, giving him a small smirk. His eyes open wider now, his prosthetic eye not in its usual socket. Sal scrambles nervously to sit up more, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so half asleep for a moment there, he had forgotten all about the letter he planted in your mailbox last night. “Oh I uh….yeah uh-uhm-“ Sal can’t seem to move his mouth correctly, can’t focus his brain on the words he wants to say. And he just breaks down even more when he realizes you’re in his bed, still in pajamas with the cutest messiest bed head. He can’t deal with the cuteness and his gnawing anxiety…So you speak up instead.

“I love you too.” You smile sweetly before pulling yourself up closer to his scarred face and rubbing your nose against his. Sal lets out a whiny little hum as he lets his nervous hands very slowly move up to rest on your back, smiling like a sappy dork as he hugs you softly. He’s not sure what exactly he was expecting to happen after giving you that letter but this is most definitely the best case scenario. “Let’s just…fucking kiss already.” You say with a cheeky smile, eyes half lidded as you lean in closer. Sal sucks in a breath before letting his eyes close along with yours, pursing his lips out as his hands move up your arms and to your cheeks. His big palms caress your face so perfectly, his thumbs sliding back and forth over your skin as you lock lips, gently moving your mouths together as soft sighs leave both of you.

As his hands pull your face closer, your hands wander up and down his bare arms, legs tangled up in his blankets along with him now, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh against his lips. “I’m glad you finally told me…that letter was so beautiful.” You whisper, lips gently ghosting against his now. Sal keeps his eyes closed but smiles brightly. “I wrote 153 of those letters.” He confesses, face burning bright red. “No you didn’t.” You scoff, looking down at him, finding this fact hilarious and also adorable and flattering.

“Oh yes he did!” Todd and Neil are leaning in the open doorway. Oops…you got so excited you didn’t shut the door behind you when you ran in. “Proof!” Neil laughs out loudly as he points to Sal’s trash can in the corner of the room, overflowing with balled up pieces of paper. You laugh as you look over, Neil and Todd laughing along with you. Sal drapes an arm over his face, trying to hold back his flustered smile and embarrassed expression. “Stoopppp.” He complains before you’re standing and playfully glaring at the two boys in the doorway. “That’s enough teasing. Shoo!” You grin at Todd before shutting the door on them and turning back to Sal.

“153, huh? Wow. That’s some dedication, lover boy.” You climb back into his bed, sitting cross legged beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me in person, Sal? Would’ve been way easier.” You scoot closer to him and run your fingers through his tangled hair. “Uh, I totally disagree. I nearly had a panic attack just putting that letter in your mailbox and then having to walk away from it.” A laugh rings out from you as you toss your head back. “Ha! So, What? You’re afraid to say you love me but not afraid of ghosts or demons or cults?” You taunt him before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second. “You’re strange. And I love that about you.” You rest there with him for a moment before a fantastic idea hits you, making you sit up and gasp excitedly.

“Can I read the other ones too?!” Before Sal can answer, you’ve jumped up and ran to the rejected pile of love letters in the corner. “No! (Y/N)! No no nononononono!” Sal jumps up and runs to tackle you, his face blushing so red from his ears and down his neck. You laugh loudly as he wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you away from all the other embarrassing things he wrote and considered saying to you. “They’re…in the trash…for a reason!” He laughs and huffs as you you push forward, trying to reach even just one crumpled up piece of paper. “Pleeaaassseeeee?” You plead but your strength leaves you as Sal tickles you and has you cackling on the ground instantly.

And the next 10 minutes are spent wrestling with him on the floor of his bedroom while laughing like drunk idiots and occasionally pressing a kiss to the other’s lips. Eventually, you do get ahold of a few of the discarded love letter drafts and they are either like Shakespeare poetry type shit, or so fucking dorky and corny, full of puns and shit. Larry probably tried to help him with that one lol

#sally face x reader #sally face fanfic #sally face fanfiction #sal sally face #sally face sal #sally x reader #sal x reader #sal fisher #sally fisher #sally face #sal fisher x you #sal fisher x reader #sf sal #sally face fluff #sal fisher x y/n

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Angel Dust Redesign! (7/7)

FINALLY I AM DONE WITH THE MAIN 7 FREAKS.

Depending how I feel I might throw in some bonuses but these guys are your only guarantees! Going to be posting the full lineup separately because I don’t want to clutter this post!!

God okay where to start. I was talking about them in Husk’s post so let’s go with that. Angel’s clothing restrictions are his necklace and shoes. I might go on a bit of a tangent with this so forgive me 💔

For the necklace let me get this out of the way: yes it is a BDSM thing! I’m terrified people are going to take this as me being a weirdo but please as an adult content creator give me some space to explain before anyone jumps on me and hits me with a metal pipe. The intentions behind symbolism matter HEAVILY. I am against Vivzie’s portrayal of Angel’s abuse and the chain/collar imagery because it is blatantly either her being incredibly uncreative or her inserting her kinks into her shows. I think it is completely fine to use suggestive items in this way as long as the intentions are clear and not just there for no reason.

I would’ve probably done something else like a corset as a restriction, but I’d like to stop being so shy about Angel’s actual job. He is a pornstar and removing that outward aspect of him is taking a big chunk of his character away. I need more people to acknowledge that Angel enjoys sex and actively wanted to explore this side of himself. With the slip chain however, I would also like to portray how things Angel enjoys in his job have been used against him and made him come to resent what he does when he is forced into it. I think thats a pretty understandable thing to show.

This is harder to explain but the gist of it is just don’t be afraid to acknowledge Angel’s job. It’s okay to use sexual things as metaphors. Have you heard any christian song ever/hj

Alright with that out of the way, with the shoes. Angel’s feet are a large insecurity and discomfort of his which already makes his shoes some sort of restriction on their own, however if controlled, they can be made to stumble forward, fall over, etc. I wanted to show how Angel has freedom to go mostly wherever he pleases, though once again, that free will can be taken away very quickly.

I hated his suit so all suiting is gone entirely. He’s supposed to look attractive or eye catching at the very least. I’ve also added back the outer fangs he had in my first redesign!

I am much happier with the new one in comparison to this old guy. I know it’s only a few months old but you can really see how differently I draw him and the details I pay attention to more like the shape of his hair. Aside from the old one! I wanted Angel himself to still keep the reddish pink to show wrath and destain being masked as lust, except now his clothing is actually the pinkish-purple lust colour and it covers more eye grabbing parts of his body like the chest, hands, hips, and so on.

I don’t think I’ve ever outwardly mentioned Angel having polycoria but he does and it’s probably my favourite feature to draw aside from his hair. About the hair and fur: Angel used to have spots and basic stripes before his contract with Valentino, where afterwards they began to curl into their cordiform shapes. Most physical overlord changes with hair and skin tend to not go away, so depending on who you make a contract with it’s either a fun perk or a sort of scar.

Once again, not sure if I will be continuing with anymore in this specific lineup, but if I do end up posting more of these I really hope you like those too! 💣

#hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin angel #angel dust hazbin #angel dust hazbin hotel #my art #hazbin rewrite #hazbin redesign #hazbin rework #hazbin hotel rework #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesign #anti vivziepop #tw valentino #cw valentino #tw sa implied #cw sa implied

[witherfide]

hi :3

forgot to post this earlier but i made a second blog for tsams content (mainly me ranting and posting some fan art)

not much on there rn but feel free to take a peek

#text post #promo ig lol #second blog #don’t mind the old art for my pfp #tsams #random #i am so behind but i’d like to talk about them as i catch up #so it will be stuff from like 5 months ago #everyone i used to know in this fandom has quit lmao

[honeybeebard]

Other Forms of Stimulation (Gale x Reader)

Summary// After a fight in the Shadowlands that very nearly takes your life, you realize just what Gale meant when he mentioned that book about brushes with death.

(I am so down bad for this wizard and I had to write this. It has been a while since I’ve written so I hope you all like it!! I’d love to write more if anyone is interested but for now, enjoy this :)! Also, while this is in second person, the name used for you is Tav!) 

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, talks of almost dying

As your sword cuts across the last of the shadow entities you stumble to the ground, your knees aching as you take in a deep breath. The only sound you can hear is your heartbeat as it thrums in your ears, your mind racing to catch up with what had just happened. 

It had been an ambush that, thanks to the curse, you couldn’t have even perceived coming. You and your friends were already weak after the fight with the cursed drider and his group of cultists so the last thing you were prepared for was something like this on your way back to camp.

However, your group had made you proud as they battled the shadows fiercely. Karlach and her great axe, Gale and his magic, and even Astarion was kicking misty ass with his longbow. It would have been over within minutes if you had been more on guard, if you had realized just how far you had gotten from your friends while fighting. 

A cold chill, like a kiss of death, had raced up your spine as you felt one of the wicked creatures wrap its hand around your ankle, knocking you prone and dragging you into the darkness. The scream you had let out could’ve woken the dead as you dug your nails into the rocky earth, scrambling for anything to hold onto. 

Darkness wrapped around you within seconds, your mind screaming in pain as you felt this dark energy seep into your lungs and heart. It only lasted seconds at most before Gale had saved you, a gigantic fireball lighting up the sky, but to you, it felt like hours. 

The warm hand that had pulled you back to the light was your lifeline, your words dying in your throat as you looked up at Gale who was surveying you for any damages. He had been so focused that he forgot about the fight, forgot about everything that wasn’t you, but you saw one of the wretched creatures coming towards him with its claws raised.

That was when you had leaped forward, using the last of your adrenaline rush to throw Gale back behind you and cleave the beast in two. It had let out an inhumane screech, turning into a vestige before your eyes. 

Now, as reality comes back to you, so does the realization of just how close to death you had been. You turn to examine the damage, seeing your companions in various stages of exhaustion. Astarion was leaning on Karlach who was leaning on her axe, both of them complaining about wanting to go to bed which made you smile. When you turned to look at Gale you saw him watching you with a mixture of awe and concern, strands of hair stuck to his forehead. 

Your eyes locked together, the tension from the past few weeks of adventuring and the fight coming to a head as you saw him move his gaze from your face to the rest of your body.

It could have been an innocent survey to see if you were hurt but when you saw the color of his cheeks and the way he licked his lips you knew it was something much more darker. Lustful, even. “I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effect the brush of danger has on one’s desires for uh…other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

Gale’s earlier flirtation came to the forefront of your mind as the world seemed to close in on the two of you. While you were absorbed in your thoughts, Karlach and Astarion seemed to catch on to what was about to happen. Or, Astarion did at least. 

“Come now Karlach, camp’s just up ahead and I don’t want to be here to hear their pathetic humping in the bushes.” The vampire snarked, his smirk growing when you sent him a warning glare. Karlach gave you and the wizard her own knowing smile, wiggling her eyebrows, before dragging Astarion away towards the nearby campfire. 

“I, um, want to thank you for-” Gale began, stepping closer to you only to grunt in surprise when you all but grabbed him by the collar and went to a nearby tree, thankful for the brazier that was lit close by. “What are you doing?!”

“Thanking you for saving my life…and showing you how much I know about that book you mentioned earlier,” You smiled, pressing him up against the bark before pulling back slightly. “That is, if you want me to. I thought you were flirting earlier but if you were just going on another rant I am so sorry-”

He silenced you with a heated kiss, his soft hands coming up to cup your face gently as he spun the two of you around so that now your back was against the tree. “Hush now,” Gale murmured, his eyes dark as he slipped a hand up your blouse. “You’re talking too much.”

“That’s rich coming from you-ah!” You gasped, back arching as deft fingers went under your bra to palm at your nipples. It felt incredible. “Gods, Gale, more please.”

Gale hummed to himself, helping you rid yourself of your top and maneuvering your pants to sit around your ankles. It had been years since he had taken a mortal lover but he had been head over heels for you for a while. He intended to prove himself worthy to you. Worthy of saving you. 

Worthy of you.

You pulled him from his thoughts with another kiss, this one rougher than the last. The adrenaline seemed to be wearing off but somehow the desire was only increasing. He groaned low in his throat when your tongue brushed against his, tasting the uniqueness of you before he pried himself away. A whine grew in your chest but it was cut off when you saw him sink to his knees, his large hands resting on either of your thighs.

“Gale, I…” You trailed off as you watched him through your lashes. “What are you doing?” His gaze was intense as he tugged your pants the rest of the way down along with your underwear, settling himself between your legs as his lips turned up in a wicked smirk. 

“Thanking you for saving my life.” He echoed your earlier statement, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement before he trailed a single finger down your sex. You let out a huff of air when he brushed your clit, blushing as he felt just how slick you were as he whispered, “By the weave, Tav, you’re dripping.”

A whine builds in your throat once more as he continues his ministrations. He gently dips two fingers into your aching cunt, his own groan covering another one of your cries from just how tightly you grip his fingers. You can’t stop from bucking your hips forward towards him, silently begging him for more stimulation.

“Such impatience.” He chides playfully though you can see how ragged his breathing has gotten. 

“Perhaps you should hurry up then, wizard.” You say through clenched teeth, your eyes fluttering close as he bristles at your challenge and suddenly buries himself between your legs, licking a long stripe up your pussy. It was divine. “Fuck, yes!”

Gale’s tongue sets a pace that immediately has your thighs shaking, your hands flying into his chestnut hair as he shows you just how talented his tongue can be outside of spellcasting. You had lovers in the past who would taste you, some hesitant and some enthusiastic, but none of them even came close to the man beneath you. 

His nose bumps against your clit with each fervent lick, savoring the taste like he was a man starving. You raise one of your hands over your head, the other still fists in Gale’s hair, and start to roll your hips in time with his tongue. He moans into your cunt, his fingers digging into your thighs until you are they are going to leave bruises. 

“Please, Gale, gods it feels so good,” You whimper, voice an octave higher as he finally seals his lips around your clit and sucks. “Ah!”

“That’s it, love, take what you need.” He growls, worshipping your pretty pussy as one of his hands rustles under his clothes to rub against his aching cock. It was already hard and leaking, a stain on the front of his pants that he was sure he would be embarrassed about later. 

Your ears perk up at the schlik sound, your head dropping to watch as he fisted himself while eating you out. His eyes found yours, watching you in adoration, which made your hips increase in desperation. At some point you had hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, grinding deeper into his face to the point you were afraid you would smother him. 

Not that you think he would mind that.

A fire starts to brew in your stomach as he holds your gaze, his own hips rutting up in a desperate attempt to find release. You can feel yourself on the edge as he starts flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, the sounds positively sinful. And just as you find yourself tipping over into the pleasurable abyss of Gale’s tongue, your defenses come down and your tadpole greedily reaches out to his.

He flinches at first, his pace stuttering as he sees himself through your eyes. The desperate look in his eyes, the way the entire bottom half of his face is covered in your arousal as he fucks himself needily into his hand. Gale could practically feel your pleasure through the link and it spurs on his own orgasm.

You feel your voice grow hoarse from your screams of pleasure, not caring that the camp could hear as Gale continued to take everything you gave him. For a moment you swore you could see the orb in his chest pulse with untamed magic, could feel an electric current pulse through your veins right before he pulled away with a gasp of air.

Gale smiles up at you as you sag into the tree. He takes in your disheveled appearance, from your hair to your slick-covered thighs, and ingrains the vision into his memory. You have never looked more beautiful. 

“I should,” You begin, chuckling when it takes you a moment to catch your breath. “I should save your life more often if that is my reward.”

“You don’t have to do anything quite so grave for us to do this again, Tav.” He murmurs, watching as you sink to your knees to join him on the ground. “I would gladly spend eternity between your thighs if you asked me. It is better than any heaven promised to me by the gods.”

Your lips turn up in a wicked smirk as you take his cum covered hand and bring it to your mouth, sucking the digits clean as you make sure to keep eye contact. Gale tenses, his mouth parting as you bat your eyelashes innocently. 

“I might take you up on that offer but first…” You trail off, pulling him closer so that your lips brush his cheek. “We have to face Astarion’s teasing.”

A loud laugh escapes his chest as he shakes his head at your teasing, cupping your face and kissing you tenderly. The taste of your and his cum mingles pleasantly on his tongue and he has to stop himself from deepening the kiss. 

“A small price to pay.” He smiles, standing up and holding his hand out for you. “Come, let’s show him exactly what a pleased woman looks like.”

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[shu-porang-porang]

Told You So

Another fluff rant inspired by Minho’s photos but there are no names mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want.

Pairs: (your bias name) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: Tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: I don't think there's any, but let me know if I should include sth

Word count: 0.9 k

You warned him that it was really cold outside, but your cocky boyfriend believed too much in his invincibility that he shrugged it off with a “I’ll be fine babe” as he closed the door behind him.

Not long after the consequences of his action caught up with him and now he’s mewling in fever. You really wanna tease him with a “told you so” but he already knew he deserves that phrase and it was evident as he obediently accepted to visit a doctor, of course as long as you accompanied him.

You come back from the doctor’s office with medicine and groceries you picked up on the way home. He sits down on the edge of your shared bed, reluctant to change his clothes. You can’t see his lips behind the mask but the rest of his face tells you he’s pouting. He’s such a baby when he gets sick, so you offer to help him change. You take his hat off and unwrap the scarf from around his neck, then unzip his jacket and pull the sleeves off his arms. You bring him a warm comfy set of pajamas and help him into it. You reach to take his mask off too but he stops you.

“No, leave it be. Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Oh it’s fine, you had the germs before the symptoms showed up. I either already got them or am immune to them.”

You tell him half-jokingly, trying to make him feel less guilty but he wouldn’t budge. You shrug and turn to go cook him some soup. He tugs at your sleeve, preventing you to leave.

“Don’t leave me, please.” He whines.

“Honey, I’m not going anywhere, just wanna cook you some soup so you’ll get healthy faster!”

You internally laugh at how you’re talking to him as if he’s a child, and how he is acting like a child.

“Then I’ll come with you.”

“Okay? Suit yourself.”

He follows you to the kitchen. All the while you’re cooking, he’s lifelessly sitting on a chair, with his head on the table, following your actions silently with his eyes. You occasionally ask him how he’s feeling, or if he wants some juice to which he replies with barely audible hums. His throat is sore so he’s trying to use it as little as possible. When you’re done with preparing the ingredients and now you just gotta wait till it's ready, you sit beside him, holding his hand in yours. He seems so fragile and feeble in this state.

“Jagya, why won’t you take a lil’ nap till the soup is ready? I can see your eyes are pretty tired.” You say as you place soft kisses on his knuckles. You reach with your free hand to brush through his locks, he closes his eyes as it soothes him.

“Only if you come with me to bed.” His voice already sounds sleepy.

“Okay baby, let’s go.” you can't help but comply with your needy boyfriend.

He gets up and immediately holds onto you for balance, his head is so fuzzy with fever his movements are uncoordinated. You’re starting to worry about his condition. At first you thought he was acting too sick to get pampered by you, but now you’re realizing he is indeed fatigued and helpless. You help him to the bed and tuck him in, then lie beside him on your side, your eyes fixed on his face in search of any sign of discomfort.

“Why you staring like that? I’m just sick, not dying.”

And that’s the first time in your relationship with him that you think of losing him to death. Your eyes are quickly welled up by stinging tears. You don’t want to stress him so you slide down and press your forehead to the side of his arm, so he can’t see your eyes, while trying to blink the tears away.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just thought you might fall asleep easier if I get closer to you…” you say as you entangle your fingers with his.

“I’d love that, but you get sick, move.”

“I’d love that, but I’m only moving closer.”

You lift your head up, catching his baffled expression. He watches you as you plant kisses on his clothed chest, going up to his collar bone and then neck. He tries to push you away but you easily overcome his weak resistance. He holds his hand up before his face, but that doesn’t stop you either. You kiss his palm, then the soft pads of his fingers and he finally gives up. You kiss his forehead and you sense his fever has lowered compared to a few hours ago.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I wanna kiss them too.”

“Don’t be weird!” he chuckles lightly.

“I’m not being weird; it’s called showing affection silly! Has no one ever loved you before?”

“Not like this…”

He closes his eyes as requested and you can eventually kiss them. You move on to kiss his cheeks next and when the annoying mask gets in your way, you don’t hesitate to finally remove it. He knows he can’t win with you, so he just lets you do as you wish. You kiss his soft cheeks; his skin feels more tender and you treat it like it’s made of glass. You can’t resist to kiss his lips, why would you, whatever he has, you have, you can’t care. Worst case scenario, he’ll later tell you “told you so”.

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behind the goal posts | alexia putellas x reader

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Summary: Everyone knows Alexia Putellas. Star football player and the face of Barcelona. However, what they don’t know is that she is been in a secret relationship for years, and that relationship is slowly slipping out of her hands.

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A/N: i got a bit too carried w/ the angst.. oops. and i didnt proof read this so i apologize for any inevitable mistakes :)

Chapter Two …

Present Day – 

As 12AM hits, I find myself still waiting for Ale to come home from training. I decide to call my bestfriend to prevent my thoughts from further spiralling. “Hey chica, wait what's up?” my best friend's voice blares through my headphones as a frown etches onto her face, sensing that something is off with me. “Did she do something?” I start to shake my head because I know if I speak my voice will betray me and all my anxieties will be laid bare for her to see. It’s not that I don't want her to see, more that I don't want to acknowledge any of this. I’d like to believe that Alexia and I are still in that honeymoon, that she’ll come home early and shower me with kisses while we make dinner,that we will go back to watching films while our limbs intertwined till we didn't know whose body is whose. I know deep down that we have derailed so far away, we are slowly plummeting into an abyss of resentment and I don't know how to save us. “Y/N please talk to me” Kira’s voice brings me back to earth, I see the anxiety increasing tenfold on her face as she watches me intently. “I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper as I fiddle with the strings of my hoodie. 

"It's just... Ale was out late last night, and she's still not home. And she's been so distant lately. It’s like I am living with a ghost,  I can't shake this feeling that something's wrong." I rush out as quickly as humanly possible, as if I say it fast enough my brain won’t think about it and therefore it won’t become real.

“That’s strange, have you brought it up with her?” Kira's voice held a gentle probing, her concern evident. But then again, I couldn't fault her for that. Our nightly chats had become a lifeline, teetering on the edge of panic. It's strange, really. Ale used to be the one to ease these moments, but now, it's her actions that stir them up.

Present Day | Alexia’s Point of View —

As I step into the dimly lit apartment, the sharp remnants of the night at the club are still echoing in my mind. However, the laughter and camaraderie of my teammates felt distant now, replaced by a hollow emptiness.

I moved through our shared apartment with a sense of detachment, a space that was once so familiar now feels like a ghost town. The weight of exhaustion drags at my limbs as I head towards our room. But as I pass by the closed door, I can hear a snippet of a conversation that catches my attention, drawing me to a sudden halt.

"... it's strange how Ale used to calm me down from these attacks and now it is her that is causing them," Y/N's voice, tinged with worry and frustration, drifted through the door, sending a pang of unexpected guilt coursing through my chest.

For a moment, I stood rooted to the spot, Y/N’s words hanging heavy in the air like an accusation. The weight of her evident disappointment bores down on me like a crushing weight, quickly suffocating and stealing every word out of my mouth. How had I become the source of Y/N's pain, when did this happen?

Without another word, I retreated to the living room where the walls feel like they are closing in around me as the echoes of Y/N's words reverberated in my mind.  Hours passed in agonising silence, the tension in the apartment thickening with each passing moment. And then, as if on cue, the dam burst.

Present Day | Y/N’s Point of View —

I took tentative steps to the living room to check if Ale had come home, the faint scent of alcohol hanging in the air further proving that she’s back.  

As I rounded the corner, my gaze fell upon Alexia slumped on the couch with her head bowed and a half-empty bottle of whiskey clenched tightly in her hand. Her usually vibrant eyes were now dull and unfocused, the lines of exhaustion etched into her features.

A sudden surge of anger and frustration takes over my body. I naively thought that maybe today would be different, that today Ale would come to me instead of seeking comfort from a bottle.

But as I stood in front of Ale and truly take in the sight in front of me, a different surge of emotions come. I am quickly overwhelmed with a wave of guilt as I watch the woman I love more than anything crumble beneath the weight of her own self-destructive tendencies. No matter what I try to do or say, nothing can seem to get through the indestructible walls she had built around herself, the walls she once used to let down around me. 

All of a sudden, I couldn't muster up any anger towards the woman who firmly held my heart in her grasp. I could shove aside my own emotions, even if it meant indulging in self-destructive tendencies, just to care for her. 

"Ale," My voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as if my words would fracture her even further. I slowly approached the couch, my heart aching with a pain I couldn't name. "What happened tonight?" I asked while tentatively taking the bottle out of her grasp.

Alexia's head snapped up at the sound of my voice, her eyes glazed and distant as she struggled to focus on me, an effect from her excessive drinking that has become more familiar to me than I’d like. "Nothing," she muttered, her voice slurred with the aftereffects of alcohol. "Just... just another night out with the girls."

My eyes furrow with concern, I try to find any piece of the woman I loved, the woman who would buy me new flowers immediately after the previous flowers died, the woman who would wake up earlier before practice just to spend time with me, the woman who would bring me food to the library while I was drowning in assignments. But all I could see was the shell of that woman. All I could was emptiness and it was killing me. She was killing herself while clutching my heart within her hands, bringing me down with her. 

My voice trembled with disappointment as I settled beside Alexia on the couch, the tension between us crackling like electricity. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy, suffused with the weight of unspoken grievances and broken promises. "You promised, Ale," I began, my tone beginning to edge with unbearable frustration as I decide to confront her broken vows. "You swore you'd try to get better, that you wouldn't let this control you anymore. That you would try for me, for us."

Alexia's eyes flashed with a mix of shame and defiance, her fingers stealing the bottle from my hands and tightening around the bottle in her hand as she clearly tried to brace herself for the impending conflict. The lines etched on her face increased tenfold. "I know," she admitted, her voice strained with the evident weight of her own struggles. "But it's not as simple as just trying, Y/N. You don't understand how hard it is. You just don’t."

My patience waned quickly as I met Alexia's gaze, my own resolve beginning to falter under the weight of our unresolved issues. "I'm trying to understand, Alexia," I defiantly retorted, my voice rising slightly with frustration. "But how can I when you won't let me in? You keep shutting me out, pushing me away every time I try to help."

A spark of anger ignited within Alexia's eyes as she rose to meet my challenge, her own frustrations bubbling to the surface. "Maybe if you actually understood what I'm going through, you'd realise that I'm not doing this to hurt you," she shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I'm doing this because I can't bear to see you disappointed in me again."

The raw emotion in Alexia's words further broke my heart, the sting of guilt mixing with her own simmering anger. "I know, but you promised, Alexia," I murmured, my tone quiet  but sharp with anger, "It just seems like you don't care about keeping your word anymore. You're drowning yourself in alcohol, and you're dragging us down with you."

I can see Alexia's gaze harden, her own frustration boiling over as she shot back once again, Never one to back down. “Don't act like you're perfect, Y/N. You're always on my case, like you have it all figured out. But guess what? You don't. You never have."

I clench my jaw as I fight to keep my temper in check, I know that Alexia isnt in the right state for this discussion, but her words hold some flicker of truth which is why the words spill out despite my best efforts. "I may not understand everything you're going through, but at least I'm trying. What about you, Ale? Are you even trying anymore, or have you just given up once again?"

The accusation struck a nerve, and Alexia's temper flared, her voice rising to match my intensity. "Of course, I'm trying!" she exclaimed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "But it's not enough for you, is it? Nothing I do is ever enough!"

My eyes flash with hurt and indignation while my voice trembles with emotion. "That's not true, Ale," I protest, my heart aching at the sight of the woman I adore unravelling right before my eyes. "I just want you to be happy, but I can't stand by and watch you destroy yourself. I can't do it anymore when it is destroying me further knowing I can’t help you despite my best attempts to."

Tears welled in Alexia's eyes as she struggled to contain her rising emotions, the weight of their argument bearing down on her like a crushing weight. "I don't know how to be happy anymore, Y/N," she admitted, her voice breaking with despair. "I feel like I'm drowning, and I can't find a way out."

The distance between us grew with each passing minute, each second driving a deeper wedge between our fractured hearts. And during the chaos of our bitter exchange, I just had a sinking feeling that my love might not be enough to save us from the impending darkness that I know will consume us completely, sooner or later.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, my voice immediately softened, a tremor of uncertainty lacing my words as I try to grind the words I thought I’d never say out loud, not to Alexia, not even in a million years or in a hundred different universes did I think I’d say this to her.. "Maybe... maybe we need some time apart," I suggest, the weight of the admission heavy on my tongue.

Alexia's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief at the suggestion. "A break?" she echoed, the word heavy with resignation and a hint of desperation.

I nod, my own heart aching at the realisation that our relationship might be hanging by a thread. "Just... for a little while," I murmur, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "To figure things out."

6 Months Ago | Alexia’s Point of View —

As the sun set over the horizon, casting hues of pink and gold across the sky, I led Y/N to a secluded spot in the park since I decided to surprise her with a special outing to a drive-in cinema. I see her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of twinkling fairy lights strung between the trees and a soft glow emanating from a cluster of candles.

With a nervous but determined smile, I take Y/N's hand and lead her to a cozy spot in front of the car. We start to settle onto a blanket spread out in the back of the car, the air filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of birds chirping.

As we cuddle together under the starlit sky, the screen flickers to life with the opening scenes of "La La Land," Y/N's favorite film, I had put that somewhere in the depths of my mind when she told me, knowing it will somehow be important later on.

During an especially poignant moment in the film, I reach into a nearby picnic basket and pull out a carefully crafted scrapbook that took me longer than I’d like to admit. After all I am athlete not an artsy person. But for her, it’s all worth it.

I watch as she curiously flips through the pages, her eyes widening in surprise and delight as she sees photos of our many movie nights together, interspersed with handwritten notes and film strips capturing precious moments we’ve shared over the last few months.

My hands start to lightly tremble while I intertwine Y/N's hand with mine, as I feel her hand fitting perfectly into mine, a warmth spreads through me, comforting the trembles that threaten to give away my nerves. "Y/N," I start, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with the depth of my feelings, "I never imagined that one person could fuel my heart with such love and devotion, I can’t even imagine my life without by my side and I ..."

Y/N's eyes meet mine, shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. Without a word, her gentle nod speaks volumes, affirming the depth of her love and commitment. "Yes, Ale," she murmurs, her voice a soft caress against the night air, "I choose you, now and forever."

Present day | Y/N’s Point of View —

Before I can even take a step forward, a familiar blonde head of hair envelops me, momentarily throwing off my balance. "Geez, Leah, trying to knock me over?" I chuckle, returning the embrace of my lifelong friend. Football was never my thing before Ale, but Leah and I go way back to our days in the primary school astronomy club, and our bond has only grown stronger since then. Proving our friendship to be stronger than any time zone or country.

"How do you manage to shrink every time I see you? Is there something in the water in Barca?" Leah teases as she takes my luggage from my grasp and leads the way to her car. I just shake my head at her usual antics, gazing out at the Heathrow Airport parking lot. London. I haven’t been back home in years, never felt the need to with Ale around, but now that I've lost her, it feels like I've lost my home along the way as well. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling nauseous. In just a few days, I've lost everything that mattered.

Hours later, after battling the infamous London traffic, we finally arrive at my flat. It's a sad time capsule of my past life. Remnants of old friendships and memories linger in every corner, a stark reminder that while I've changed, the world around me has kept on spinning. That time waits for no one, and as I sink deeper into my thoughts, Leah's concerned voice breaks through the silence. "Are we going to talk about it, or are we gonna keep pretending like nothing's happened?" she asks, her honesty cutting through the tension. I join her on the couch, resting my head on her shoulder with a heavy sigh. "I don’t know," I admit, uncertainty weighing heavily on my mind.

“Cmon, as your favourite bestfriend I think i deserve more honesty than that.” She tries to lightly joke, but I know her words hold some level of honestly. And the words hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I find myself at a loss for words. She's always been there for me, through the good times and the bad, but this... this feels different. It's not just a bump in the road; it's a complete upheaval of everything I thought I knew. I know nothing anymore.

"I know," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... it's all so overwhelming, you know? I thought I had everything figured out, but now... now I don't know what to do."

Leah quickly wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer in a comforting embrace. "It's okay not to have all the answers," she reassures me, her voice soft but firm. "Just take it one step at a time. We'll figure it out together. You still have me no matter what. You know that.”

I nod, grateful for her words of wisdom. But even as I try to take comfort in her presence, a nagging feeling of unease lingers at the back of my mind. How do you move forward when everything you once knew has been shattered right in front of you? Where do you even begin?

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Crane Motel

Kinktober Day 12- Somnophilia

warnings: DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: AFAB!reader, Psycho AU, non-con, somnophilia, struggle fuck, groping, incel!jonathan, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ Minors DNI

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The sky is pitch black and the heavy rain makes it difficult to see even ten feet in front of your car. You can't continue driving in these conditions, so you take the nearest exit in hopes of finding a place to spend the night or at least a place to pull over.

You drove about five minutes into the town off the highway until you came across a building. Crane Motel the neon sign read. Vacancies. It doesn’t have to be nice, it just has to be dry.

You pull into the lot, gravel crunching under your tires. It’s hard to see the parking spots, but no one else is here and you doubt they’ll come at this hour. You collect your items and make a dash for the porch of the office, locking your car with the remote once you’re away from the rain.

You open the door to the office and you’re met with the warm light from a lamp and an empty desk.

“Hello?” you say. No answer. “Hello?” Still no answer. You notice a bell on the desk so you try your luck and hit the bell. The metallic ring fills the office and from the closed door behind the desk, you hear a thump.

The door swings open and a young man in a light blue button down shirt that hangs off him and khakis appears.

“Hi,” he smiles. “Welcome to the Crane Motel.”

“Hello,” you smile politely. “I’d like a room please.”

“Of course,” he says, taking out the guest book and opening it to today’s date. As he flips through the pages you take note that most of them are blank, and the ones that are written on only have one or two names. “We don’t get many visitors up here,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Well, I’m only here for the night. The weather’s too bad out there to keep driving.”

The man nods in understanding. “I’m Jonathan, by the way,” he says, extending his hand to you.

You shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jonathan.”

“Likewise. I run this motel. My mother owns it, but she’s too sick to take care of things around here so I’m in charge of it.”

You nod along as you sign your name in the guest book. “Is it just the two of you?”

“Has been all my life. My dad died before I was born so it’s just been her and I.”

You find it a bit odd that he’s sharing so much of his life with a stranger, but you figure he doesn’t have anyone to talk to up here.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be. Can’t lose what you’ve never had,” he says with a smile.

Jonathan tilts his head to look down at the guest book and reads off your name. “That’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“How are you gonna be paying?” he asks.

“Cash,” you say, taking out your wallet.

He furrows his brows. “Cash? You’re not on the run, are you?” You look up at him with a confused expression, but when his face splits into a smile you catch on that he’s joking. “I’m kidding. People usually use cash if they’re on the run or having an affair, but you’re here alone, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Alright, no reason to be suspicious of you then. That’ll be $30.”

“Only 30?”

“We’re not in demand enough to charge anymore that,” he chuckles. “Besides, you seem nice and you’re just looking for a place to stay.”

“Well, thank you, Jonathan.”

He takes your cash and counts it out, confirming you gave him the right amount. He then unlocks the cash drawer and puts the bills in their appropriate slots.

“Alright, I’m gonna put you in Cabin 1. It’s closest to the office in case you need anything tonight,” he says as he takes the key labeled 1 off of the hook screwed into the wall.

He hands you the key but before you could turn to leave, he catches your elbow.

“I was making dinner for my mother and I but I accidentally made too much. Would you like to join us?” he offers.

“Oh, thank you for the offer but I’m super exhausted from driving all this way. I’m just going to head to bed,” you say.

“Okay,” he says, letting you go of your arm. “You never said where you’re from.”

“Um, about a two hours south from here.”

Jonathan raises his eyebrows. “What are you doing all the way up here?”

You sigh quietly, growing tired of his questions. “I’m going on a trip with some friends.”

“Sounds fun,” he says.

You nod with a close lipped smile. “Well, have a good night.”

“You too,” he says.

You turn and exit the office, shutting the door behind you. You run to your car and grab your bags as quickly as you can to avoid getting soaked, then take cover again under the roof. You walk across the wooden porch to the door labeled 1 that is connected to the office. You unlock the door and walk into the room, taking in the surroundings.

The room is small but it has a bed and a bathroom, so it will suffice. You drop your bags at the end of the bed and open your suitcase, digging through it for pajamas and toiletries.

You change into your t-shirt and shorts, then disappear into the bathroom to wash up. Unbeknownst to you, the kind man you met at the desk is not what he seems.

He put you in the first cabin not so it would be easier to attend to your needs, but because behind a picture frame in the office is a hole that he can look through to see the bed.

Jonathan was infatuated with you the moment he laid eyes on you. He doesn't interact with many people other than his mother, especially not someone so beautiful and interesting as you. He knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to have you before you left in the morning.

He waited for you to return from the bathroom and when he heard a thumb through the thin walls, he peered back through the hole. Seeing you undress was exhilarating. Your body is gorgeous, exactly what he likes. It's almost like the universe sent you to him for a reason.

As kind as you are, Jonathan knows you would never agree to a night with him if he were to ask. That's why he's going to wait until you're asleep to make a move.

Apparently you're less exhausted than you let on, because instead of going right to sleep like you said you would, you stay up for another hour watching TV.

Once you finally turned off the TV and lights, Jonathan waited fifteen minutes for you to fall asleep before sneaking into your room. He unlocks the door quietly and turns the handle before opening it so the knob doesn't click.

He's used to seeing in the dark, so he has no trouble making his way over to the bed. The faint light from the neon sign outside illuminates your face, making you look angelic.

Jonathan gently untucks the covers from your arm and pulls them down, revealing your body. He sighs in delight as he trails his fingertips gently down your arm, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin.

Luckily you're laying on your back so he has easy access to everything he wants to see. He pushes your shirt up over your breasts, revealing even more soft skin and peaked nipples that catch the light from the window. Jonathan brushes the pad of his thumb over them gently, curious as to what they feel like.

Getting braver, he palms your breasts and squeezes them. He's seen plenty of breasts before online, but he's never even been this close to a pair in real life. He is mesmerized by how the flesh jiggles.

He has been hard in his slacks sine you first came to the desk, but now that he is touching you, he is growing increasingly needy. He undoes the fly of his pants and lets his cock hang out from the zipper. Even having it out in your presence made him ache with pleasure.

Jonathan then turned his attention to your bottoms. He slips his fingers under the waist band and gently pushes them down as best he can. They get caught under your as, but he can pull them down enough to get a glimpse of your pussy.

His hands shake as he gently caresses your mound, surprised that you're even softer here. He lets his finger dip between your folds, feeling your wetness. Jonathan then pulls his hand back and holds it up to his face to take a deep breath of your scent. It's delicious, and he can't help but taste it off his finger.

He reaches under your shorts again, exploring your pussy and teasing your entrance while his other hand jerks his cock. He gets a bit too carried away, because his unpracticed hands must have poked you the wrong way and you stir.

Jonathan yanks his hand back and waits to see if you'll wake up. You remain asleep, but you roll onto your side, turning your back to him. He is a bit disappointed at first, but then he gets another idea. He pulls your shorts the rest of the way down and lets them bunch at your knees.

He gently spreads your ass cheeks to look at your holes. He has to stifle a groan when he sees the glistening of your pussy. Jonathan leans down to lick you from behind. At this angle, only the tip of his tongue makes contact with your folds, but it's enough to get a taste right from the source.

He moves his tongue back and forth as much as he can, imagining that he's doing this for your pleasure and not his own perverted desires. Between his legs, his cock his painfully hard and leaking onto the shitty carpet.

Feeling bold since he's done all of this to you and you haven't woken up yet, he decides to go a little further. He eases you onto your stomach and gently lifts your legs so he can slot himself between them. He slowly eases onto the mattress and spreads your folds so he can find your entrance.

He lines his cock up and begins to push in. It's a little difficult when the only experience he's ever had has been with his hand. He manages to get the tip in when he feels your body jolt. You make something of a whine and Jonathan's heart begins racing.

You try to adjust your position, still mostly asleep, but when you find yourself being restrained, you start to thrash. You kick your legs and claw at the sheets, all while yelling out.

"Get the fuck off me!" you cry, shaking your body like you're a mechanical bull trying to throw him off.

Jonathan doesn't want to stop. He's made it this far already. He presses down on your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming and your arms are pinned under your chest so you can't try to hit him.

You're still screaming, but now it's broken up by heavy sobs and pleas. You can scream as loud as you want but the only person around to hear you is the one making you scream.

Jonathan continues to push his cock into you, though he faces more resistance now that you're awake. You're so much tighter when you're scared, he notes.

"Don't hurt me, please. I-I have a family, please stop," you beg.

Jonathan frowns. "I'm not hurting you," he says.

How could he be hurting you? Sex feels good, and women love to have sex. That's what he's seen in all those videos. They love it so much they'll even beg for it.

Jonathan ruts into you and after a while, you lose the will to scream for help. All you can do is lay there and sob while he violates you. Jonathan, however, is enjoying himself very much. The tight, wet heat of your pussy around him is like nothing else he's ever experienced. It's addictive, and though he feels himself getting close, he doesn't want this to end.

Jonathan tries to stave off his orgasm but he's too worked up. He bucks his hips quickly, jackhammering you until he cums. He's fucking you like a fleshlight, using you as a place to stick his dick weather you're willing or not.

He buries himself deep inside you when he cums, emptying his overfilled balls into you. Jonathan is moaning and whimpering above you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. He lays himself over your back and tucks his chin over your shoulder.

His face is far too close to yours and you scream again, hoping it will make him leave you alone. With a satisfied sigh, he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He bends down to look at his cum leaking out of your pussy, just like he sees in all the videos he watches.

He grabs your covers and pulls them back up over you, tucking you in. You lay facing away from him, body shaking with silent sobs.

"I'll see you in the morning for breakfast," Jonathan says before exiting your room and heading back to the office.

Tonight he'll sleep on the sofa in the parlor in case you need anything. And he'll wake up extra early to watch you get dressed in the morning.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “…US?”

…in which their feelings for you become apparent.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, & keegan p russ I AM SALIVATING

WARNINGS: suggestive, but nothing nsfw. yet 😇 also so sorry i write k**gan’s name and i just get fucked up. i just can’t behave myself. so i lose my mind a little in his section eek

NOTES: excuse my rather small starting lineup; i’m still new to the game and all of its lore and i’d rather get to know the characters first rather than make horrible headcanons based off of their fanon interpretations. you know, like making a six foot ten war criminal dresses in a fucking executioner’s hood a little uwu baby

— SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✧ Everything I see on TikTok regarding this guy makes him seem like a fucking demon in the sheets. I really don’t get that vibe. Especially not at the start of a relationship.

✧ The first time you meet, he thinks you’re attractive. And then he pushes that thought aside, because he’s a soldier. He’s actively at work doing a high-risk, high-stress job. You’re attractive, yes, but he’s not going to pursue you. This is not the right time for that.

✧ Things develop after…like, a long ass time. And it’s not sexual in the start. It’s, like…you’re cleaning your gun down after a mission, and you get a clean rag thrown into your lap. You look up into those hollow soulless fucking eyes and Ghost just shrugs, not meeting your gaze but instead just vaguely gesturing at your gun. “Your rag’s dirty. You’re rubbin’ dirt int’a the thing.”

✧ It’s small things like that. Things that are helpful but always laced with a comment that could be considered sort of rude or abrasive. He doesn’t notice; he only realizes that he’s coming off as rude and probably pushing you away after he makes a comment on your form being lazy and Price, sort of quietly laughing, asks why he’s so insistent on snarking on you. He replies that mistakes like yours could get you hurt. Which, they could. But so could everyone else’s, and he doesn’t make comments about them. So…?

✧ Phase two of him trying to…hit on you? Exist with you? Who fucking knows. Anyways, he just stops talking. He’ll still throw you clean rags, but he won’t make a comment about how using a dirty rag is ruining your gun. He’ll still make a point out of sweeping fallen food and shit off of your spot at the table after you eat, but he doesn’t grumble and scoff at you not to waste anymore. He resorts to silent acts of service to the point where it gets annoying. He’s always quiet, but now he’s unnervingly quiet and honestly, is it still him if he doesn’t catch you for random things every now and then?

✧ The silent stage can go on forever, so a catalyst really saves you. The catalyst comes when a new recruit gets a little too aggressive; a small argument about your ability on the field turns into a minor brawl. Aforementioned brawl immediately ends when the recruit dares to put their hands on you and shove you and Ghost, like some six-foot-one demon cast from the pits of hell, appears behind you and gets very up close and personal with them. Asking what the hell they think they’re doing, asking if they think that’s a good way to have a team on the field, et cetera, et cetera. Basically, he makes the recruit feel like absolute shit. Oh, and he doesn’t look at you the entire time.

✧ So, obviously, now you have a weird situation at hand. You’re getting ready to go to sleep and everyone’s sort of looking at you funny, because there’s no reason for a fucking lieutenant to jump in and break up an argument like that—pulling people apart, sure, but not so suddenly and not so aggressively. The recruit hasn’t spoken to you. Ghost hasn’t spoken to you. So, anyways, you pay him a visit.

✧ You go down to say thanks, and for some fucking reason, the guy can’t take a compliment. Or gratitude. He says you were slower than the other recruit, that it’ll get you killed on the field, et cetera. He can’t just shut up and take the thanks.

“I’m telling you, I…I came down here to thank you, of all things. Can you cut the criticism one time and accept it?”

Ghost stiffens. It’s not a thousand-yard stare anymore. It’s just a wide, pissed-off glare. For a long minute, he’s silent. And then…

“Welcome.” His voice is grumpish. “Happy?”

“Sure.” You manage a little smile. It’s sort of funny; he can’t just take your thank you and drop it. “It’s improvement.”

Ghost nods once, albeit stiffly. “Okay.”

“…so, you gonna tell me why you did it?” You ask it as a joke. You aren’t dumb. You know he wants you gone. You’re expecting a harsh “get out” or something of the like. You aren’t expecting an answer.

“Disrespect makes ignorance. Ignorance makes casualties.” Oh. An actual real, reasonable answer. Surprising. Ghost himself seems a little surprised; he blinks owlishly again, and he doesn’t say anything else. He’s just a big guy standing in a little room with a skull mask on.

“Oh.” You swallow. “That’s…rational.”

“Were you expecting irrational?”

“No. I wasn’t expecting anything.” You scoff. “You’re not exactly chatty.”

“I don’t waste words.” Ghost’s eyes narrow. “I’m not dumb.”

“I didn’t call you dumb.” You shrug. “I’m just surprised you gave me an answer that wasn’t bitching at me.”

“I don’t bitch.”

“You do.”

“I’m not a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, recruit. I don’t bitch.”

“Even Price thinks you bitch. At me, at least. All the time.”

✧ Price thinks he bitches at you? And he’d told you? Oh, no, no. Externally, Ghost is stiff and stoic. Internally, Ghost is shitting bricks. Price had told you that? Straight-up told you that? Oh, no. You and Price talk and he comes up in conversation? Oh, no, no, no.

✧ He addresses this with Price, obviously. Storms in all puffed-out and pissy and asks what the hell he’s doing gossiping about his soldiers and Price just sort of laughs him off, asking what he’s talking about and then why he’s so upset that he’s bringing up one of his best men to one of the recruits.

✧ Oh.

✧ Ghost swears up and down it’s not like that. He swears and he bangs the side of his hand on the table and he curses on his own heart that it’s not like that but the whole time Price is laughing because in all of the years that he’s known Simon, not once has Simon broken through Ghost. But now, he has. The stumbling over words, the defensive aggression, the way he’s pacing so furiously—oh, Simon Riley is melting down inside that big mask and it’s equal parts heartbreaking and hilarious.

✧ Cue Price becoming a wingman. Ghost swears he’ll kill him every time he puts you two together to spar or puts you two on cleanup duty or god fucking forbid you’re in the doghouse doing some foul task and Ghost has to watch you. God fucking damn the captain, because he knows Ghost will grumble and complain but with you, he’ll eventually stop that in favor of helping you. And it’s sort of heartwarming for him to do his nightly rounds and it’s all quiet but there’s voices coming out of the kitchen and he can hear Ghost in that gruff, grumbly tone telling you how to mop and you snidely telling him that if you can’t do it right, then maybe he should do it instead. And he objects, of course, and then within ten minutes Price watches Ghost’s shadow come up to yours and he hears the mop change hands.

✧ It takes you a long time to realize that you’re really being assigned to Ghost’s side for every fucking thing you do. It takes you an even longer time to realize that Price tends to pass by you two on occasion, and every time he does, he’s smiling. And it takes you a ridiculously long time to realize that Ghost isn’t always radiating heat; whenever he takes the mop from you or takes the gun you’re cleaning from you, whenever he finishes off a task that you’ve started, it’s not that he’s always that hot. It’s that, under that mask, he’s flushed.

✧ It takes you a very, very long time to realize that the legendary Ghost has taken an actual liking to you.

— JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH.

✧ Thank fucking god this guy is next. Slow burn ass Ghost makes me want to rip my eyes out. Just have passionate angry sex and talk about your feelings after. Christ.

✧ It’s not exactly a secret that the minute you arrived on base, you gained an admirer.

✧ Soap isn’t someone who rarely gets hooked on someone else. The guy’s a walking heart eyes emoji. The difference with you was that it wasn’t the kind of attraction that had him sweet-talking you over drinks that night.

✧ This was different. Rather than chase, Soap wanted to impress — and, well, he tried. He tried his fucking hardest. He tried so hard the other higher-ups noticed. How embarrassing.

✧ Every time you’re in the room, he somehow gets even chattier. His voice drops. If he’s working out, he starts loading weights onto the bar he’s using to an almost comical degree. He loses his fucking mind. It’s like he short circuits. Which is ridiculous, because he’s a fucking soldier. What the fuck is he doing trying to lift five hundred pounds on a Tuesday morning? Why is he freaking the fuck out?

✧ The thing is, right, is you’re not exactly hovering over the guy. You have your own agenda to adhere to and also, it would be really weird if you just started laying praises on him, so you go about your day as regular and poor Soap is left heartbroken and also achy-armed because you literally could not care less that he’s lifting double, triple his body weight.

✧ Literally every higher-up notices. They make jokes about it and he borders on threatening friendly fire. It’s just a little crush. That’s all it is. Yeah. And so when you’re all doing team sparring and you keep winning, he’s just watching you like a lovesick puppy because it’s just a little crush. That’s all.

✧ Price can’t have his soldiers slacking off. Of course not. He can’t have them getting lazy — so he orders Soap to go up against you. Because, you know, he seems out of it and you’re the best of the recruits, so you’ll go against someone better. Yeah. That’s why he calls him out.

✧ God bless the poor guy. He panics for like three seconds and then makes a very thickly-accented taunt about how it’s unfair to you to go up against him. You, of course, in the spirit of good fun, reply to his taunt and tell him to prove it.

✧ He goes into the circle with you. He goes into the circle with you and he fucking falls apart.

You’ve quickly learned that talking is Soap’s weakness. If his mouth is moving, his feet fall behind.

“Get enough sleep last night, MacTavish?” You dodge a flying fist. “You look a little sleepy.”

“Got plenty.” A wry grin crosses his face. “Don’t worry about my beauty sleep.”

“I have reason to. You need it.” You wrinkle your nose. “Bad.”

Soap’s jaw drops slightly, and — there! — he hesitates. Probably out of surprise, but it’s enough. Deftly, you lunge in at his knees, swipe them out, and…hm. Simple. Almost too easy, actually, to pin him.

Soap’s heart is pounding under your hand. His chest is flat against the ground, but you can feel it through his back, which is wild in and of itself. He grunts when his cheek hits the ground; he mumbles something akin to “bloody hell”, but you can’t quite make out the words.

Grinning, you sit back and kick your heel up against his neck, keeping his head pinned down. The cheering you receive mostly comes from recruits who are impressed with your skill.

The minority is higher-ups, exchanging amused glances. They seem awfully humored with the sight of one of their own being pinned so easily by a new recruit. Hmm…

✧ From that point on, Soap somehow manages to watch more of your sparring sessions. He usually just watches, rather than critique; if you ask, he’ll just say you certainly seem to be doing fine. If you ask for help, though, he’ll help you. Christ, he’ll help you. He’ll genuinely spend time assisting you on whatever is troubling you.

✧ Eventually, after a long training day, you decide to ask Soap to join you in the ring. You genuinely just want to see how you stack up to a “better” opponent; you’ve apparently pushed beating him to the side. Or you just want to do it again. He doesn’t think of that, though.

✧ He’ll come in (after teasing you just a bit) and he will spar with you, just giving you advice and pointers mid-action. He’s whipped, but he’s also still a trained soldier. He knows what he’s doing, and once he gets through the brain fog you seem to weigh down onto him, he is genuinely helpful.

✧ Still, after you’re both hot and panting and finished and resting on the sidelines, you have to ask him why he helps you so much. You have to ask if it’s because he thinks you’re lacking, or bad, or if it’s some sort of personal vendetta for that one time in front of the recruits and the higher-ups.

✧ Soap just laughs and, rather awkwardly, rubs at his neck. He avoids eye contact, and he bites his lip, and he tilts his head around before he dares answer you, tone sheepish. “Consider it a, ah, personal interest.”

— KEEGAN P RUSS.

✧ SHITS MYSELF VIOLENTLY. SO SORRY

✧ i love this fucking man so very much and i don’t know jack shit abt him because i need to play ghosts and get the first hand experience like I don’t want to spoil his character but I URRRGHHGGGGG

✧ imma try to do him justice but sorry if im missing on important lore

✧ He’s not as uptight as Ghost, but he’s not as whipped as Soap. He’s somewhere in the middle; he’s aware that you’re attractive but he does push it aside. He’s working. You’re working. He doesn’t have time for that, and it’s also a safety concern. He remembers what they did to Ajax, and god fucking forbid they try to pull that shit with anyone else to use as bait.

✧ When he’s at base, he’s busy. He’s devoted to his work and he doesn’t cut corners to chit-chat. The most social he’ll really get is at dinner; he’s the kind of person who will eat with the group, but rather than talk, he’ll really just listen. he’s me fr fr

✧ Getting to know Keegan is sort of awkward because he’s just not super outgoing. He’s attractive (if your radio is on and you don’t buckle at the knees the first time you hear his sexy deep pantywetting voice over the thing, are you even real?) and he’s got the whole mysterious quiet guy thing down, and yet when you approach him to try and strike up a conversation with a simple question (“So how was your day?”) he’s prone to just looking at you and raising a brow and answering sort of flatly. (“Same as every other one. What, did something happen?”)

✧ Most of your bonding actually occurs when it’s just the two of you. You’ve bumped into him late at night before — sometimes he’s at the range shooting targets and fiddling with a variety of weapons, or sometimes he’s in the kitchen scouring the shelves, or sometimes he’s in the gym working out when nobody is there to bother him and ogle his fine ass fucking body holy shit his thighs. He’s a little easier to talk to at night, actually. Maybe it’s the lack of a crowd, but the first time you stumble into him making himself a pot of fucking tea at damn near midnight, he actually seems friendly.

“What are you making?” For a moment, you panic, thinking that you might’ve just scared the shit out of poor Keegan by speaking so suddenly and from behind where he’s standing beside the sink, a little humming kettle in front of him. His shoulders god his fuckinf shoulders i want to lick them don’t so much as twitch, though — and then you remember the guy’s entire job is stealth and observation. Hell, he probably heard you across camp.

“Tea.” Yeah, he couldn’t sound less concerned. His voice is as low and gravelly as usual; he sounds a little more relaxed, actually, not so brash and shout-y. “Chamomile.”

“Sergeant Russ drinks chamomile tea?” You laugh a little, sort of tentatively. You two aren’t strangers, but you’ve only had a few conversations…if you can call brief exchanges conversations, of course.

“…yeah?” Keegan actually sounds confused; it’s dark in the kitchen, but you can make out the outline of his head turning over his shoulder. “What, you got a problem with that?”

“No. No, sir. No problem.” You shrug. “I just didn’t peg you to be the chamomile tea type.”

“Didn’t you?” The short scoffish bark Keegan lets out is a brief laugh. “What did you peg me for?”

“Dunno. Black, I guess.”

“Are you calling me boring?”

“No.”

Keegan hums in response to that. He busies himself with pouring his tea and thank fucking god your eyes have adjusted to the dim light in here because god, his fucking hip to waist ratio under that gear is something wicked and you let your conversation slip. You’re in here for a snack, but you don’t want to bother—

“You come in here for somethin’ other than staring?” Oh. Good. This is the Keegan you’d expected after hearing him sass half of his team on comms. You can hear the edge of a grin in his voice; there’s a shuffle as he turns around and then a wooden groan as he leans against the counter. A short second later, you hear the almost exaggerated slurp of tea.

“Crackers. I’m hungry.”

A wooden scrubbing sound. He’s moved over, presumably to let you open the cabinet housing boxes of sort of dry, not particularly good crackers. He doesn’t say a word; he just keeps drinking his tea and pretends to ignore you as you make your way over, crouching down to fumble for a bag of crackers. Pretend, because you can feel that he’s watching you. His presence on the field is invisible; his gaze in the kitchen is not. Still, he doesn’t bother you; he lets you get your crackers and retire to the edge of the counter across from him to snack, and he doesn’t say a word.

“Are you always so quiet?” You gesture vaguely at the slight shape of him. “Is it just part of the job?”

Keegan laughs, more to himself than in response to you. “Sure.”

✧ He is, generally, pretty quiet. His usual demeanor is laid-back and observant; if he’s not under stress, though, and you start talking to him, he’ll respond almost always with something mildly sarcastic. You come to learn that he isn’t actually boring. He’s got a quick sense of occasionally-dark humor. Sometimes he laughs at his own jokes—usually after he’s started to walk away from you. He’s fiercely protective of the Ghosts and any recruits training near or with them. He also doesn’t seem to mind you.

✧ You’d hesitate to say you two were friends — it always seemed like there was something in between you, though you couldn’t name what — but you were friendly, and it was nice.

✧ During group dinners, he’d stand against the wall behind you. Or across from you, though usually doing that meant that he’d make a game out of trying to get you to squirm under his constant staring. He’d run into you late-night in the kitchen and make casual, not uncomfortable, small talk. Hell, at one point he offered you a drink post-training and made a sort of point to always offer you one whenever you had returned to base and were lingering around in the later hours.

✧ After a particularly long day, you find him in the kitchen, just drinking straight from the bottle. He offers you the thing — he seems more than a little tipsy, but when you decline (he’s been drinking directly from it, and…the fuck does army hygiene look like?) he sort of half-laughs and says, sarcastically, “What d’you look so horrified for? Too good to share a bottle, princess?” and then he immediately excused himself afterward.

✧ You know that saying, “drunk words are sober thoughts”? Yeah. Yeah.

✧ i need the fatty part of keegans thigh in my mouth right now i need to bite it i need to bite it and go rrrrrahrhrahrah like a fucking rabid dog

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Hello! Oh, I am happy to see you're still doing these! How about 48. kisses to shut them up with Astarion, please? And thank you so much if you do this! <3

48 - Kisses to shut them up

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Wanted to write something easy and quick, and this seemed perfect. Honestly after not writing for Star for a little bit, I'm very happy with this

Warnings: none

Word Count: 476

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Astarion hummed noncommittally, nodding along whenever it felt appropriate. When he asked about what you were doing, he didn’t expect to receive an answer as long-winded and enthusiastic as Gale talking about some dusty old tome. Not that it wasn’t interesting - the light in your eyes, the excitement behind your gestures, and the endless tangents you went down to ensure he understood well enough to write a novel all about it.

As much as he loved it, you’d been working on your little project for hours, and explaining it to him long enough for the moon to pass its zenith. It would only be a few hours more before the sun rose and the adventure continued, and you hadn’t gotten a wink of rest. Even as you blinked away the blurring in your eyes, you blundered on, refusing the signs you needed to stop.

You lit up again as you recalled another factor of the process, turning to him as you prepared to start another endless ramble. It was in all your best interest that he swooped in and silenced your mouth. All in your best interest that he cupped your jaw and pulled you in closer, parting your lips with his as his tongue delved in to swallow the surprised sounds you made. Surely, there were no underlying selfish gains to this.

Only once you’d dropped your project and reached out to him, fingers brushing into his hair and fiddling with the untied laces of his shirt, did he pull away with a smirk. Devilish glee danced in his eyes in the light of the oil lamp.

“As much as I’d love to hear all about it,” he assured in a soft purr, “I do believe our dear leader needs their rest.”

You frowned, pouting up at him. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

He gasped, pulling away like you burned him. “After all I’ve done, you accuse me of such underhanded techniques? Darling, please! I have some tact.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“You’re no fun.” He dropped the act with a teasing scowl. His fangs seemed even cuter when they peeked out behind pouting lips. “I simply wanted to ensure you were well rested enough for all the maiming we’ll get up to tomorrow.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him for long, even playfully. All too quickly, a grin broke through your act. You pulled him closer by his shirt, kissing that stupid smirk off his face. It was addicting to be able to kiss him like this. The trust he placed in your hands… You reach up to caress the tip of his ear, a silent thank you.

You pull away with one last peck to the corner of his mouth. “Alright. I’ll go to bed now.”

“You can tell me more about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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     It was another Saturday night. Drinking, dancing with friends, thinking about going home with a hot stranger. The life of a twenty-something-year-old seemed easy. It was the party years for Y/n so she ought to enjoy them, right? 

     Her friends had long since found their entertainment for the evening, leaving her pretty much by herself. She’d danced with a few people, but no one seemed to catch her eye this evening. She should just leave the place. It was nearing three am now and her feet were starting to hurt in her heels.

     “You here alone?” a voice came from behind her. She turned her head around to look at the man who questioned her.

     Looks alone could have made her get to her knees. He was wearing an all-black two-piece suit, a couple of buttons undone on top with no tie. His dark hair was short but well-kept. Not to mention his Australian accent too.

     “Not anymore,” Y/n smiled at him as he sat his glass down on the table she was standing at.

     “I’m Chris,” the man offered his hand to her

     “Y/n,” she told him over the music as she put her hand in his.

     Chris brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Y/n blushed at the simple action and he noticed as he set her hand on the table with his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “Did your friends leave you here all by yourself?”

     “Yeah. I was just about to go home myself before you showed up.”

     “Well, let me buy you a drink then?”

     “How can I say no.” 

     Chris led her to the bar and put the drinks in before he led her over to the VIP area.

     “Did you rent a table just for yourself or were you with someone else tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a seat next to him on the large sofa, his arm resting behind her on the back of the sofa

     “A couple of friends were with me. They left not too long ago,” Chris admitted as one of the bottle girls came with their drinks and hurried off Chris thanked her, “I figured I’d see if I can find someone interesting before I left.”

     “And did you?” Y/n questioned while she leaned forward and grabbed her drink from the table.

     “Don’t know yet, I did find a beauty,” He complimented as he moved his hand to gently run up her back

     Y/n took a sip of her drink and set it back on the table. She turned back to him. That smile may be the death of her tonight. His hand ended at the nape of her neck. Y/n smiled again, moving one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. Chris returned the smile as he pulled her forward, nose just barely touching. “You are interesting,” Chris growled, “I like you.”

     “Do you now?” Y/n returned his flirty energy as she slid her hands up his chest

     “I do. And if you keep touching me like that I’m going to fuck you on this sofa.”

     “Don’t you think if someone saw us they’d kick us out?”

     “Oh, baby. Someone could walk over and see you riding me and they wouldn’t bat an eye.”

     “And why do you think that?”

     The hand that was on the back of her neck moved to her front, taking hold of the column of her throat. He brought his lips up to her ear.

     “I don't think. I know, it's my club after all. What I say goes and I get what I want.” his voice was low in her ear, making her shiver. His hand moved away from her throat and moved to the small of her back, almost on her ass.

     “What do you want now?” She inquired

     “I have what I want. A beauty sitting on my lap.” Chris smiled before he leaned forward and grabbed his drink off the table. Y/n moved backward as he leaned forward. She held onto his shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall.

     He sat back and pushed her right against his chest. He took a sip of his drink before laying the arm on the back. “Though I do think you’d look better down on your knees.”

     “You’re gonna have to kiss me if you want down there.”

     “I can arrange that,” Chris smiled before pulling her down to his lips. Y/n smiled and cupped his cheeks. His lips were warm and plump, a perfect feeling. Y/n moaned against his lips as she enjoyed the feeling. 

     His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking to be invited in. She gladly obliged and let his tongue slide in and explore her further. His hand moved to hold her hip whilst his tongue tangled with hers, saliva mixing before he pulled away and looked up at her. 

     “Let me take you back to mine, Princess?” he asked, kissing down her neck

     “What happened to fucking me right here on the sofa?” Y/n laughed

     “Hm. Want you all to myself first.” 

     “Let's go.”

     Y/n got off his lap and quickly finished her drink as he stood and did the same. Placing the glass on the table before fixing his jacket. 

     Chris guided her through the club and out the front. Security nodded at him as the two passed. He led her over to a completely blacked-out Benz. Taking a few steps in front of her to open the passenger door. 

     Y/n smiled as she slid inside. Chris shut the door as she secured herself in the seat. He made his way to the driver's side and started the car. Dashboard came to life as he buckled himself in. He didn't waste a second pulling away from the curb, speeding off into the night. 

     One of his hands came and rested on the top of her thigh. “You bring you’re clubgoers home often?” Y/n joked

     “No. You’re the first, princess,” Chris smiled as he glanced at her before looking back at the road, sliding his hand to rest just at the hem of her dress. 

     “Hm, aren’t I special?” 

     “You just might me.” Chris took a turn as he squeezed her thigh.

     Minutes later, he pulled into a building's parking garage and quickly got a spot. He turned the engine off and undid his seat belt, as well as hers before getting out and coming around to her side again. Chris opened up the car door and offered a hand to her. Y/n smiled at how much of a gentleman he was. Guys like him are hard to find nowadays.

     She took his hand and got out of the car. Chris was quick to pull her against him once again as he closed the door behind her. He backed her up against the car, pushing his lips onto her. Large hands gripping her hips, pulling them against his. She could feel his semi growing in his slacks and moaned against his lips.

     Her hands grabbed his collared shirt, undoing another button or two before he pulled away again and picked her up. Y/n squeaked at the surprise movement and grabbed his shoulders. His hands were situated under her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

     The dress rode up a bit so she could feel his warm hands on her skin. He pulled her away from the car and made his way towards the elevator. Y/n used the time between the car and the lift to kiss under his jaw and along his neck. Certain spots ticked him more, making him squeeze her ass. She’d moan against his skin, slightly getting off on teasing him.

     Chris pressed the up button to head up before resting her back against the wall. Pulling her head back and attacking her neck, biting and licking everywhere he could reach before the elevator opened. 

     He pulled her up off the wall and brought her in. Quickly pressing one of the buttons before she was back against a wall with her lips on her neck again. Her fingers gripped the back of his neck and blazer.

    Chris kept a good grip on her as the elevator moved. Making out inside a moving shaft was a little more tricky, especially when you're slightly intoxicated. Y/n laughed at him a few times when he did sway. 

     The minute the elevator stopped he grabbed her from the wall and walked out of the elevator. She’d rarely taken in her surroundings as he walked but knew they’d walked straight into his place from the elevator.

     ‘He’s rich rich. Damn’ she thought as he brought her into a room and laid her back on a mattress

     He stood back for a moment and tossed off the blazer before he was back on her, legs resting on his hips. Lips attacked her and their tongues quickly tangled together. His hand slid up and pushed the skirt of her dress up. 

     “Fucking beauty,” Chris pulled away and moved his kisses down to her neck, rolling his hips against her. 

     “Chris, need you in me,” Y/n moaned as her 

     “Hm. Eager?” Chris chuckled, hands roaming her body till he found the dress’ zipper. 

     He was quick to discard the fabric along with his shirt. Leaving her in her panties and heels.

     “No bra?” He kissed her breasts, cupping one whilst the other hand snuck under her panties. 

     Y/n would have replied but the feeling of his calloused hands against her clit made every thought leave her head. Chris smiled, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and drawing small circles on her clit. 

     The moans fell embarrassingly loud and quick from her lips. “Getting all fucked out from a little foreplay princess?” Chris teased as he switched breasts 

     “No,” Y/n moaned. 

     “Really?” Chris chuckled and moved his fingers down, rubbing between her folds. His fingers quickly got coated in her slick. He ran the two slick-coated fingers up and down a few times before pushing the two fingers into her

     “Oh fuck,” Y/n damn near screamed from the stretch

     “You like me stretching you open princess?” Chris teased more 

     His fingers weren't necessarily long or thick, but they were definitely a better feeling than most of the guys she’d been with. She’d lost it when she realized a moment later that he also knew how to use them. She was curious about his dicking down skills. 

     She was completely fucked if she was ever with someone else after him if his dick was as good as his fingers. 

     “God yes,” Y/n moaned as she gripped his shoulders 

     Chris’ thumb rubbed those small stimulating circles into her clit as he scissored her open. Her head pressed hard into the mattress as her body arched towards his. He was falling in love with the effect he had on her. He pulled away from her breasts and propped himself up to watch her facial expressions 

     “Gonna make a mess on my fingers for me princess?”

     “Yes,” Y/n moaned as her legs tightened around his hips, “please make me come, Chris.”

     “So cute when you beg,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her moans. Y/n melted into the sheets under him as she finally came on his fingers. The knot snapped as quickly as it formed. 

     His fingers slowed down and moved to pump in and out of her rather than open her for him. “You have a safe word, Princess?”

     “Traffic light,” Y/n replied

     “Color?” Chris kissed her cheek

     “Green.”

     He slipped a third finger into her and sped up his pace, “Give me another one princess.”

     Y/n moved a band from his shoulder into his hair, gripping at what she could in his hair. His lips laid against her neck. His thumb rolled circles lazily into her clit still. He pressed a little harder onto the bud and made her scream. 

     “Give it to me, princess.” his fingers picked up their pace. The fabric of her panties restricted his movement a bit. He half wanted to rip the fabric off of her. He could feel they had gotten a bit wet from her first orgasm. 

     “Faster, please. ‘M close,” Y/n moaned

     Chris pulled back, fingers still thrusting into her. He pulled her panties off her legs as quickly as he could, tossing them away. He leaned over her, hand planted on the bed next to her head, and picked up his speed. 

     Her mouth hung open as she gripped the sheets of his bed. Body arching and shaking. Chris pushed a fourth fingering in as a train of fucks left her mouth. The sound of her soaked cunt getting fucked open on his fingers filled the room with her moans and fucked out babbling. 

     “‘M gonna come,” Y/n repeated, a thin layer of sweat rolling along her skin. 

     Chris watched her come on his finger again. He pulled his fingers out, watching the liquid flow out of her and her clench around nothing. He got down between her legs, pushing them open, and leaned in, licking a strip from her entrance up to her clit. 

     Y/n shivered at the roughness of his tongue on her sensitive clit. Chris smiled as he sat up on his knees. He moved her body up to lay her head on the pillows. Y/n caught her breath and eyed him. He was very well built, with a few scars on his upper body. Maybe an ex-military man turned bougie club owner? 

     Chris smiled at her as he undid his belt with one hand, pulling it from the slacks belt loops. Her eyes fell on the large bulge in his pants, blushing a bit thinking about the size he truly was. He kicked off the pants and dress shoes.

     “Gonna keep these pretty heels on while I fuck you?” Chris asked as he leaned forward, running a hand along her calf down to her ankle

     “Mhm. Take them off your princess?” Y/n teased

     “Spoiled you already haven't I?” Chris laughed 

     Nonetheless, he undid the ability straps of her heels and tossed them to the floor. Y/n pulled him up to her lips again. Chris gladly did so as he grinded down against her, both groaning into the kiss.

     Y/n ran a hand between their bodies and palmed his erection over his boxers. Chris pulled his lips away from hers and pressed his forehead into her shoulder. Catching her hand between their bodies before she moved to grab the waistband. 

     He sat back and pulled them down and off his legs. Finally, let his erection breathe and stand tall as he tossed the last bit of fabric onto the floor with their other clothes. 

     “Holy fuck,” Y/n breathed out as she eyed him in all his glory. She was screwed for anyone else after this. 

     “Getting nervous princess.” Chris got up momentarily, grabbing something from a bedside table and tossing it on the bed. Box of condoms

     “Mm. You're hot, know how to make a girl come and use protection without being told? I might just stick around you for a while,” Y/n smiled as he grabbed a condom from the package, opening up the foil. 

     “Can't say I'm opposed to keeping you after tonight,” Chris replied as he rolled the rubber onto his cock before settling between her legs, pulling them up to rest her ankles on his shoulders as his hands rest under her ass. Her lower half was being held up off the bed by him.

     One hand left her ass momentarily and lined his tip up with her cunt. His hands gripped her ass as he pushed into her. Y/n grabbed at his sheets as he filled her up. God, the stretch of his dick was better than his fingers. He was big, that was the only way to describe him. Not like, massively, but he was well above average. Both length and girth wise.

     He took it slow, allowing her to adjust to his cock inside her warm walls. The position just made it more pleasurable. The elevation was helping him reach places that she didn’t even know she had in her. Her eyes were already rolling back when he finally pulled back and slammed into her.

     “Fuck!” Y/n screamed

     “So fucking warm in here. Make we wanna keep you here with me,” Chris groaned as he fucked into her

     Sweat rolled down both their bodies. The room was big but it felt so hot everywhere. The sounds all mixed together: moans, skin-hitting skin, cursing, everything. This man had managed to fuck every single thought out of her head, and in an hour at that. Most men couldn’t even do that in general.

     The knot in her lower stomach was back, tightening quickly as Chris’ thrusts. She was ninety-nine percent sure that he put her in this position to repeatedly hit her g-spot with his dick. And that was exactly what he was doing.

     His eyes watched her every move. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts and her eyes threatened to close. Incoherent words coming from her lips. If only he could take a picture of her. She looked like an angel to him in that fucked out moment.

     “‘M… come…” The words brokenly fell from her lips.

     “Use your big girl words, princess.”

     “Gonna come.” She stated as her hands came up from gripping his silk sheets to knead her breasts

     “You wanna come on my cock now?” Chris teased

     “Yes! Please… me come… cock.”

     Chris chuckled at her broken sentence. He found it cute that he had her fucked out to the point she could barely speak. Part of him wanted to see her just a babbling drooling mess in his sheets. 

     Her walls clamped down around him and broke him from his thoughts. “Fuck, princess. Do that again and I’ll let you come on my cock,” He groaned

     “Please Chrissy,” Y/n begged as her walls clamped down on him again

     “Shit,” Chris picked up his pace as she came on his cock. Her body was shaking in his hands as he drilled into her, chasing his own high. 

     One final thrust had Chris sinking himself into her and shooting into the condom. His head tilted back to the ceiling as he sat on cloud nine. Once he got down from the ecstasy, he pulled out and set her lower body back on the bed. 

     “Feeling okay, princess?” Chris asked as he kissed her forehead

     “Mhm,” Y/n nodded, eyes drooping closed. She was exhausted

     “I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” Chris got up from the bed and took off the condom, tying it and making sure it didn’t break before tossing it in the trash. He walked out of the room and into his kitchen. 

     He flicked the lights on and almost got scared shit less when he saw two of his friends sitting at his bar. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” He asked, continuing on his task, grabbing water and pain reliever for the girl in his bed.

     “Why is your dick out?” Jisung asked him

     “Why are you sitting in my kitchen in the dark with Bin at almost fucking five in the morning?” He retorted

     “You didn’t answer you’re phone so we came over,” Changbin answered

     “Yeah. You sounded busy so we figured we wait,” Jisung added

     “Like fucking creeps?!” Chan yelled

     “Says the one with his dick out!” Changbin retorted

     “It’s my fucking place! I walk around naked all the fucking time. Sue me!”

     “Pervert,” Jisung sighed

     “What did you guys need?”

     “I’m not talking business while staring at you’re dick man,” Changbin stated

     “Then piss off? Come back later.” With that, Chan shut off the light with the two objects he came in for and walked back into the room.

     She was passed out on his sheets. He set the water and medicine on the end table before going into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it before heading back over and cleaning up the mess between her legs.

     She moved slightly and groaned as he finished up. “Wake up princess. Gotta drink some water and use the bathroom.” Chris whispered

     “‘M tired,” Y/n whined

     “I know Princess. Come here,” Chris picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom, set her down on the toilet, and gave her a minute. One night stand or not, he was still gonna take care of the girl after he pretty much blew her back out. He quickly changed the bed sheets and put fresh ones on before she called for him again

     “Chris…” Y/n called

     He headed back into the bathroom and cleaned her up again before carrying her back to the bed. He got her to take the medicine and water before climbing under the fresh sheets with her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling him against his chest. Going to sleep as the sun was rising. 

     He probably got three hours of sleep before he heard his name being yelled from his hallway. The voice belonged to Minho. He opted to get out there before he kicked the door down with Y/n still there.

     He groaned and untangled himself from the girl, grabbed his boxers, and quickly got out of the room, quietly closing the door. He found Minho smiling at him. “What do you want?” He asked

     In Minho fashion, he just turned and walked into the man’s kitchen. Chan followed and found the other six sitting there waiting. “Oh thank god his dick isn’t out.” Jisung sighed in relief

     “What are all of you doing here?”

     “Shipment got intercepted last night,” Changbin said

     “Again, why are all of you here?” Chan asked again

     “Because we need to figure out who the hell has our shipping schedule, old man,” Seungmin commented

     “Well, you chose a shitty time.”

     “That girl still here?” Jisung asked

     “Yes. So fucking leave,” Chan ran his hands over his face

     “So you can blow the poor girls back out again?” Changbin asked

     “She as pretty as she sounds?” Jisung added

     “You guys heard them?” Hyunjin asked

     “He didn’t answer his phone so we showed up to figure out what was going on,” Jisung answered with a shrug

     “And you call me a pervert,” Chan sighed, “Look, I will text you guys when she leaves so we can figure this out. For now, Felix, can you look into the camera footage and see if you can find the tracking for what we lost? Minho and Jeongin, go down to the dock and talk to the our guys that were on duty and anyone else.”

     “What about the rest of us?” Seungmin asked

     “I’m sure you guys have things to do,” Chan sighed and walked back to his room. 

     He opened up the door to find Y/n sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked over at him as he entered the room. “Where’d you go?” she asked 

     “A couple of buddies of mine came over. Told them to come back later,” Chris crawled back into his bed with her, “how are you feeling princess?”

     “Sore,” She replied, laying in his arms after he opened them to her, “In a good way though.”

     “Good enough to let me take you on a date,” Chris smiled and kissed the top of her head.

     “Gonna keep me around now?” Y/n joked as she looked up at him

     “You said it yourself last night, you’re my princess,” Chris leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

     Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him back. Much softer than the kisses they had already shared. Chris pulled her on top of him, holding onto her hips as she straddled him— though it was rather short-lived.

     “One more thing!” Minho’s voice came as the door flew open.

     “Dude!” Chan yelled at his friend as he pulled away from the kiss

     “Was I right?” Jisung jumped into the room

     “You have interesting friends,” Y/n told the man below her.

     “I’m about to kill them all.” Chris sighed

     “I was right. She is as hot as she sounds,” Jisung smiled which made five more fill into the room. Chan did his best to hide her from their eyes but it was probably too late.

     “You know, if you’re gonna take her on a date, we might as well meet her,” Changbin stated

     “He’s right old man,” Seungmin added

     Chris looked at Y/n, hoping she’d tell him to get them the fuck out of there. But she agreed with them. Chris groaned, “Fine, kitchen.” 

     The seven men made their way out of the room. Chris moved around the room and grabbed a pair of sweats for himself and one of his plain t-shirts for her. Y/n thanked him, slipped the shirt over her head and stood up. Her legs were still a bit shaky from last night, but she could walk. Didn’t stop him from picking her up like he did last night and carrying her out to the kitchen. 

     “Awe, he’s such a gentleman,” Jeongin teased him as Chan set her down on the counter.

     Y/n looked around the room. The first thing she really noticed was that Chris’ friends were just as hot as he was. If there wasn’t a possible relationship with Chris, she’d probably give the others a chance too.

     Chris introduced each of them to her, each just as nice as he was, but a little more chaotic. Y/n could tell the eight were close. Almost like brothers in a sense. 

     But then Y/n noticed an object hanging from Han’s side, “Is that a gun?”

     Everyone stopped for a moment and looked to see who had their gun out. “Jisung,” Chris said

     “Whoops…” Han’s face flushed as he fixed his coat to hide it like it was gonna take away from the fact that Y/n had seen it

     “Why do you have a gun?” Y/n continued

     “You didn’t tell her, did you?” Felix asked his friend

     Chan shook his head, “Didn’t come up?”

     “Tell me what?” Y/n looked at him.

     “Uhhhh.”

     Chris scratched the back of his head, trying to find the softer words to tell her that the eight guys she was hanging out with were—

     “Chan’s the leader of this big underground gang and we all work for him. Why was that hard to say,” Minho said as blunt as ever.

     “That’s one way to say it I guess,” Hyunjin added

     “So, I fucked a mafia boss?”

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A Rocky Start - S.Snape

Summary - The new librarian and the potions master spend so much time together until they don't. They start off rocky but things get better.

Pairings - Severus Snape x Librarian!Reader

Warning - Fem reader, use of Y/N

Based off a request by an anon

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If the students couldn’t find their potions professor in his classroom or store, they knew just where he was, the library. The boys didn’t blame him and neither did the girls, not only was it quiet and serene but the new librarian was breathtaking. The boys swooned over her and the girls in pure awe of her beauty and kindness. She was never one to kick a student out of the library, nor scold them for talking, in fact she encouraged them to talk, dedicating a section of the library just for study groups or students who wanted to chat with each other in between studying. Even going as far as allowing the students to call her by her first name rather than Madame Y/L/N, that just made her feel old.

It didn’t take much to realize the feelings the potions master had for this new librarian nor the librarian with the potions master. It seemed that the only two who hadn’t figured it out just yet were themselves. The pair spent as much time together as their schedules allowed, either at the library, in his classroom or the astronomy tower. She had a knack for astronomy so the tower was one of her favorite spots in the castle.

After the students had returned to Hogwarts after the Christmas vacation, they were met with an odd sight. The librarian alone and the potions master sulking in his classroom. The students were shocked to see the pair of them avoiding each other, even going as far as skipping meals just to keep to themselves. 

“Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t seemed yourself since holiday,” Luna Lovegood asked one day.

“Oh, I’m fine honey, I promise,” She replied with a gentle smile on her face.

“Are you sure? Even Professor Snape hasn’t seemed like himself either.”

“That’s not good, but I’m sure. Did you enjoy your holiday?”

“Yes, I got to spend a lot of time with my father, I even helped him with the next issue of The Quibbler. Did you?”

“That sounds fun! I’ll have to check it out once you guys release it. Mine was pretty boring, just putting books back and fixing some of them up.”

The two continued to chat until they were startled by the sound of the door opening and a cloak swishing in the breeze created by the door. The potions master made his way to the desk where Luna and the librarian stood.

“Can we talk? In private preferably,” He requested.

“Of course, we can catch up later, Luna,” She told the student before heading to her office right behind the desk, Severus right behind her.

“I’m sorry,” Severus said wholeheartedly as she was shutting the door.

“What for? You were just telling me the truth,” She shrugged off, trying to act as if his offensive words didn’t hurt her.

“I was lying. I don’t think you’re stupid, I don’t think you’re desperate, I don’t think you’re clingy. I think you are so smart and beautiful and kind and loving and exactly what I want in my life. You are my favorite person here and you always will be, I have so much admiration for you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I brought veritaserum just to prove to you that I’m telling the truth. I made amortentia for the 6th year’s and all I could smell was you. I was scared of how I felt for you so I tried to ruin it.”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me? Just trying to make me feel better?” Severus dug into his pocket and poured some veritaserum into his mouth, swallowing it down.

“Ask me,” He told her.

“How do you feel about me, truly, Sev?” She asked him shyly.

“I love you, I think of you so much it drives me crazy. I care about you so deeply, I’d do anything for you. I think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. You are so kind to not only me but everyone. You drive me crazy in the best way,” he ranted to her.

“You love me?”

“I do. If you’d like, I want to take you on a date this weekend.”

“I’d love to.”

#harry potter #severus snape x reader #professor snape #pro snape #severus snape #snape #request

[luveline]

Hi!! I love your steve zombie au stuff i’ve read every single one! Idk If you’re comfortable but I’d love something about their first time together, even if it’s just them talking afterwards. I feel like they’d be so sweet and loving with each other. Just both be really happy to have that moment. No worries if not! I just really love your writing!!

hi thank you for your request! i changed it a little, hope it’s still okay! steve zombie au —you and Steve spend a few minutes in the afterglow of one of your first times together, 1k, fem!reader. MDNI 18+ ONLY – mature themes

When Steve lets go of your thigh, it aches. You let it flop to one side into the sheets, your hands reaching out for his naked chest as your own rises and falls. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. It takes him a lot longer to catch his breath than you, and for good reason.

"C'mere," you say, knowing you sound silly but unable to help it. You need a hug right now. "Steve–" 

"I am," he promises, sitting on his haunches, a towel in hand. "Don't worry, look– lay back some more. There, honey." 

Steve lies down on top of you in bed. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. You get your arms behind each other's shoulders and cling. 

"How was that?" he asks, still breathless as he turns his face on the pillow next to your head. His lips skips against your jaw with each word, he's so close to you.

You're getting better at knowing what you want, what he wants, and how to make it happen. The first time had been good, amazingly romantic and with a lot of happy crying, but a short mess. This time had been longer, slower, as loving as your first go but undeniably charged.

"Perfect," you say under your breath. 

"Flatterer." 

"Is it okay for you, going slow for so long?" you ask. 

Steve massages your shoulder absent-mindedly, fingers flat to the back of it and thumb rubbing the hill. "I kind of need to. Or it'll… I'd finish too quickly." 

"I don't mind if you want to do that," you say, enacting some massaging of your own. Your palm roves from between his shoulder blades to the soft hair at the back of his neck. 

"I want it to be good for you," he says. 

"'N' I want it to be good for you," you say. 

"It is good for me, honey. I almost called you 'loser', but I didn't, because you need to listen to me." His lips touch your cheek lightly as he lifts his head, a purposeful and loving touch. "It's better than good for me. I sort of hope you'd be able to tell–" 

You start laughing, embarrassed by his implication even while he's naked on top of you, and super, super in love with him. "You did sound like you were having fun," you croon. 

He groans and tucks his face into your neck. 

"You're not as loud," he says after a moment. "Is that… is that my fault?" 

"I was holding my breath for most of it," you confess. You don't mean to, but the pressure, the warmth, the feeling of his skin on yours, it can tip into overwhelming. A good overwhelming, but overwhelming all the same. 

"What?" He pushes himself up onto an elbow, his eyebrows pulled together in a heart-warming concern. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, no," you say, again with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. "Stevie," —said softly, always— "it doesn't hurt, it's the opposite of hurting. I feel so– it feels…" 

His eyebrows relax. Steve nods, curls of sweat-damp hair around his face jolting with the movement. "I know. I swear it feels better if you don't hold back." 

"Not holding back." 

"A bit." 

"What if I make some really weird noise that turns you off?" 

"I think," he says, leaning down inch by inch, "that would be physically impossible." 

He kisses you sweetly, and then less so. Your lips part as he presses down on you, his hand cupping your cheek if only to hold you still. You have a bad habit of pulling up and knocking your teeth together. 

"I liked the rough part too," you say. 

He kisses your top lip lazily, but through his ardency he manages a hum. Go on?

"I liked how you got more, um, forceful… and it didn't hurt like last time, don't get stressed." 

Last time, you'd asked him to be rougher sooner, and it pinched. It wasn't a big deal —you told him what it felt like and he stopped to make it better. Today, there'd been no need to stop. You'd asked him once not to stop, and he'd made a sound you'd never heard from him, a throaty groan that has heat rising to your cheeks remembering it, and the feeling of his hand tightening its grip on your thigh. 

"Going slow is the answer to all our problems," Steve says. He takes your face into both hands and rubs your cheeks with his thumb, one then the other. It has you squinting with each pass. 

"That's not true," you murmur. 

"I know you like some stuff fast," Steve says, salacious and not. He gives you a quick, tight squeeze, kissing a stripe of nose-smushed, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your face before he pulls away. "Do me a favour? If the small sounds are any example, I really wanna hear the big ones. I need to, actually, or I'm not gonna make it." 

You put a hand over his heart. 

"Idiot," you say, and push him away from you. 

Steve pretends to be pushed before plummeting back down for another smacking kiss, pressed to your cheek. 

"Love you," he says, his eyes closed. "Love you. I love you." 

"I love you too," you say. 

"I love you," he says again, quieter than before. 

"I know, handsome. I love you too." 

His hand wanders down your side. You've started to feel his weight in your stomach, and his touch fosters a second kind of heaviness. 

"Do you want to go again?" he asks quietly. Long fingers trail back up your waist, goosebumps erupting in their wake. 

You drag your foot upward, knee rising, and close him in with your thigh. He takes it for the yes that it is and leans in for another kiss.

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[wonbriiize]

no thoughts, just eunseok letting his partner get whatever and do whatever they want. like the members were in absolute shock when they saw that you managed to get him to be the rapunzel to your flynn rider…i’m giggling

note; i loved this idea so i turned it into a scenario !! i hope you like how it turned out :)

pairing; song eunseok x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; cursing

expect the unexpected

“you’re not serious, are you?” eunseok stares at the couple costume that you’ve bought for the two of you so you can wear it to the halloween party tonight.

“if i wouldn’t be serious i wouldn’t also have bought this,” you throw him the blonde wig that you’ve been hiding behind your back.

eunseok catches it, and after realizing what you just threw at him, he shakes his head. “definitely not.”

you nod your head. “definitely yes.”

“no, you can’t expect me to wear that.”

“i can literally see you perfectly in this costume. it’s made for you.”

“it’s rapunzel!” eunseok looks at you in disbelief.

“yeah! so what! rapunzel is smart and playful, just like you. it fits.”

eunseok keeps shaking his head, not believing what you’re asking him to do. “no but.. don’t i look more like flynn rider? why do i have to be rapunzel?”

“well, what’s wrong with switching up the roles?” you raise your eyebrows.

“nothing.. just..” eunseok sighs, finally giving in. “you’re lucky that i love you. do i really have to wear the purple dress or can i just wear some purple pants and shirt?”

with a big grin all over your face, you walk to eunseok and wrap your arms around him.

“you’re so going to wear the dress. there’s no way out.”

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

after putting on your flynn rider costume, you decide to go to the living room because eunseok is still getting ready.

walking to the living room of the dorm eunseok lives in, you find two of his roommates (anton and sungchan), sitting there, already dressed up for the party. sungchan is wearing a vampire costume and anton has white color all over his face, matching the all white outfit that he’s wearing.

“i‘m guessing you’re a ghost,” you say to him while sitting down on the couch next to them.

“you guessed right. it’s kind of boring, i know, but no one told me that we were going to a halloween party tonight. i literally just found out an hour ago,” anton side eyes sungchan, who apologetically holds his hands up.

“hey, don’t blame me. i thought shotaro told you about it.”

anton leans back while rolling his eyes. “i know you guys didn’t want to tell me in advance because you knew i’d have the best costume.”

sungchan laughs, his fake fangs showing up in their full glory. “that was a good joke, anton.”

“anton made a good joke for once? let’s hear it,” seunghan walks into the room, followed by all the other roommates. now everyone is here, except eunseok.

hmm, what’s taking him so long? you think. should i go take a look?

“i always make good jokes, what are you saying?” anton pouts while seunghan just laughs at him.

you take a look at everyone‘s costumes. wonbin is wearing a popcorn costume, seunghan is dressed up as a zombie, shotaro is looking like michael jackson and sohee is wearing a racer outfit.

“where is eunseok? we should leave soon,” shotaro looks over to you. you take this as a sign and stand up. “i’ll go look after him.”

when you walk closer to eunseoks room, you hear how someone keeps talking. how eunseok keeps talking.

“shit, why is this not closing up!! i‘m going crazy for real.”

“i should have not allowed this to happen. i look weird.”

“… but i can’t say no to her. how the fuck am i supposed to say no to her when she looks at me with her gorgeous eyes and pretty smile.. she just knows how to get to me.”

you find it adorable how eunseok talks to himself whenever he’s stressed. silently, you open the door. eunseoks back is turned to you so he doesn’t notice you walking in.

for a second, you just observe how he’s trying so hard to close up the dress all by himself, but his hands don’t reach the zipper.

“shit, everyone is probably waiting for me,” eunseok mumbles, still not noticing you.

“well yeah, we are waiting,” you say. the sound of your voice makes eunseok turn around and you try to not to laugh when you see his face being all red, the long hair from the wig being all crazy and him looking at you like you’re his last hope.

“i‘m so close to ripping this dress apart, so please, help me before i lose my mind,” eunseok begs and you can’t help it, you start laughing.

walking closer to him, you grab his shoulders and turn him around. after zipping up the dress, you turn him to face you again and start adjusting the wig so it stops looking all over the place.

when you finish, you smile proudly. “and voilà, you’re good to go.”

noticing how eunseok softens his eyes, you grab after his hand. “you look absolutely amazing.”

“honestly, the flynn rider costume looks better on you than it ever would have on me,” eunseok smiles.

hand in hand, the two of you walk to the living room. the others were all talking hysterically but when you guys enter the room, all the attention is on the two of you.

sungchan and sohee start giggling like crazy.

“no fucking way,” wonbin mumbles in disbelief.

“quick, sungchan, give me my phone. i need to take a picture of eunseok,” anton yells while having the biggest smile on his face.

“i‘m already on it,” shotaro grins, pulling out his phone to take a picture of eunseok.

“*y/n*, how did you get him to wear that?” seunghan can‘t hide his amazement.

“i actually didn’t have to do a lot. my charm was enough i guess,” you softly squeeze eunseoks hand.

“seeing them act up like this makes me confident in my costume,” eunseok brushes through his blonde wig with his other hand. “it means that i look good because otherwise they would not give a shit.”

“i told you; this costume was made for you.”

“you guys really do look amazing together,” sungchan stands up, walking closer to the two of you to admire your costumes.

“i‘m kind of jealous,” shotaro joins him. “i thought my costume would be the best but.. maybe i was wrong.”

“i just can’t believe that eunseok is rapunzel and *y/n* is flynn. i didn’t expect that. especially eunseok agreeing to do it.. like how?” seunghan still can’t believe how you were able to persuade eunseok.

“well, expect the unexpected,” you grin while shrugging your shoulders.

eunseok wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“i’d agree to everything you say,” he whispers so only you can hear it, and plants a kiss on your head, which makes you feel like the two of you are really in a fairytale.

#riize #riize drabbles #riize fics #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize wonbin #kpop #riize seunghan #riize sohee #riize sungchan #riize anton #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize x reader #eunseok x reader #x reader #halloween #flynn rider #rapunzel #riize fluff #riize oneshots #song eunseok #sumi‘s requests ೀ

[kissitbttr]

If you’re open to it, I’d love to request reader leaving scratches on frat!miguel’s back from a good time, and Miguel’s teammates or brothers seeing them and teasing him!! But secretly he loves that everyone knows 💕

“damn.. someone had a good time last night” glen snickers as he watches shirtless miguel with messy hair walk down the stairs before heading towards the kitchen,

miguel rolls his eyes yet can’t help but smile, rubbing his sleepy eyes before yawning. “morning, man. do we have some cheerios left? or captain crunch. doesn’t matter”

glen frowns, shaking his head. “no more of that. coach will kill you. here” he tosses a half sandwich to his way before miguel catches it. “plus, your girl told me to give you more nutritious food. said she’ll chop my balls off if she ever catches me giving you any more of that sugary stuff. and i am not risking that”

“she did huh? sounds like her” he chuckles before taking a bite of the beef sandwich. “what time should we head to practice again?”

“seven. but coach wants us there 20 minutes before for some drills” glen informs, moving a chair next to him. “she’s not up yet?”

“nah” miguel responds, stealing a cup of someone else’s oj off the marble top. “figured i let her sleep in until we’re done with practice. she looks so cute while sleeping you guys know that?”

“we know” glen and beck responds in unison. “you tell us that shit all the time, o’hara”

“well sorry for having a pretty ass girlfriend. arrest me” he puts his hands up. “i’ll get ready in ten. who’s car are we—“

“yo o’hara?! the fuck did that girl do to you, bro?!”

carlos laughs out loud as he appears from behind, making the others jump. miguel’s eyebrows move into a confused frown as the other boys begin to scramble to see what he’s talking about. when they see it, a laugh breaks out of their mouths. fingers pointing at the couple of thin pink scars decorating his back,

“what? the fuck are you guys looking at?!”

“man… she got you good” monty nods with a huge smile, clapping his shoulder. “you seriously don’t feel that?”

“feel what?” miguel looks over his shoulder to see but fails to. then he moves to the nearest mirror and that’s when he realizes. “oh… well fuck me”

“she does that a lot?”

“yeah but… never this far” miguel’s lips turn into a cocky smirk and a chuckle follows after. “that’s the first”

“you look like you just got jumped by twenty cats, o’hara” beck comments, chugging his orange juice,

“ as if gloria doesn’t do the same to you”

“she always got her nails clipped, so no. that shit hurt”

“just admit that you’re a pussy” miguel takes a big bite of the sandwich, earning a flip off from glen. “because i’d let my girl do anything to me. that includes marking me. not that i would ask her to. she does it anyway”

carlos whistles, plopping down the chair next to him. “she’s a keeper then” miguel hums in agreement, “you think if you both broke up, she’ll go for me?”

miguel shoves him so hard he falls off the chair and lands on the floor with a loud thud.

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

[genjispeace]

Looks Good on You - Oneshot

In which you accidentally end up wearing one of Genji's hoodies. He likes the way you look in his clothes, maybe a little too much.

tags: smut, slight fluff, genji x reader, gender neutral reader but afab, unprotected sex, genji is a tease

a/n: i don't really write smut, so go easy on me lol but I hope you enjoy. also this is not meant to be accurate to the lore

(using the same gif as price of love because i am OBSESSED)

Living at Overwatch Headquarters has its pros and cons. You do get free food, and the security makes danger nearly impossible. The cons, though? Well, you somehow got roped into laundry duty as your chore for the week. It could be worse, at least. You could have gotten the chore of cleaning the mats in the training room again. That one was pretty bad. At least for laundry, you are basically sorting it out and delivering it to people. You pull a hoodie over your head and start to leave your room. The next load of laundry should be done by now, and you can sort it and take it to its owner, then start the next load, then you can finally head to bed. 

You know the instant you put the hoodie on that something is wrong. It doesn’t fit quite the same way that your clothes do. You don’t have the energy to change, though, so you don’t worry about it and head out your bedroom door.

It doesn’t take you long to reach the laundry room and you grab the empty basket meant  for the dry clothes. You take a look at the bottom of it, and see “GENJI SHIMADA” scrawled across the plastic surface in marker. So it’s Genji’s clothes you’ll be delivering tonight. Your stomach does a slight flip as you start to unload the dryer. You’ve always had a small crush on Genji, but you forced yourself to always push it away. Sure, he is alluring and handsome, but it had to be just like any other crush you would get over. It would never happen.

Unlike other crushes, though, it never went away. You would find yourself watching him train, entranced by his graceful yet calculated movements. You would find his eyes in a crowd of people. He’d bring a smile to your face every time he talked. Your skin would burn whenever his touch happened to graze it. It’s frustrating how he had such an effect on you, and it is even more frustrating that you’re sure it is one-sided. 

You push the thoughts of your pointless crush down and pick up his basket of clean clothes. His room is relatively close to the laundry room, so you thankfully don’t have much time to think about him on your way there. You reach his door and pin the basket against your hip to knock softly on the door. 

The door quickly opens, and your breath is nearly knocked out of your chest. Genji stands there, his black hair disheveled in a way that makes him look all too tempting. He’s wearing a fabric face mask loosely over the lower part of his face instead of his typical metal one. He has on sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a black long-sleeved shirt that is tight around his figure. You can nearly see the muscles of his abs through it, but you snap your vision back to his face quickly, worried he would catch you ogling otherwise. His crimson gaze watches you.

“I have your laundry,” you say. He steps aside, letting you walk into his room. You’ve been in his room before, having delivered his laundry multiple times. His lamp is the only light in the room, keeping it mostly dark. He closes the door behind you, walking to take the basket from you. 

“Is that my hoodie?” His voice is husky and slightly muffled from the mask. You frown, looking at the sleeves of the black hoodie.

“Is it?” You ask. It did feel strange when you put it on.

“Well, it has my last name on the back, so unless we got married without me knowing, I’d say you got mine,” he says with a slight chuckle as he puts his basket on the bed and starts taking the folded clothes out and stuffing them into his dresser. You laugh too, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“Nah, I married your brother and didn’t tell you,” you keep laughing. You remember once you mentioned how handsome you thought Genji’s brother was, and despite Genji and his brother  being on good terms now, Genji’s eyes darkened then. They darken now, too, and he shakes his head. He knows you’re joking, but there is still a spark of something in his crimson eyes. You talk yourself out of thinking it’s jealousy. He’s certainly not jealous of you talking about his brother. 

“Haha. Very funny,” he says. His muscles flex as he moves, and you have to fight the feeling of getting mesmerized by it. 

“Seriously, though, I’m sorry. Whoever did the laundry last must have given it to me by accident. I’ll give it back tomorrow,” you say. 

“Why not now?” Genji asks. He moves the now empty laundry basket to the floor, and his full attention is on you now. Your cheeks start to warm as he watches you, waiting for a response. He sits on the edge of his bed.

“Well, uh, I’m kinda not wearing anything under it,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. You hope it’s dark enough for him to not notice, but you can see him clearly, so surely he can see you too. 

“Ah, well give it to me when you get the chance,” Genji says. He seems utterly unaffected by the thought of you wearing his hoodie with nothing under it. Though, you do notice the way his eyes glimmer, but you aren’t sure why. 

“Nope. It’s mine. I’m keeping it now,” you say, hoping to raise the tension you start to feel in the air as he watches you. 

“That’s fine. It looks good on you anyway,” Genji says, but there is no humor in his voice. Is he trying to joke, or is he serious? Surely, he’s messing with you. If it were possible, you’re sure your cheeks would heat even more. You want to change the subject so badly before you say something you’ll regret. He leans back in his bed, resting his hands behind himself. He looks too good like that, and you have to look away. You see his metal mask sitting on his dresser near you and reach out to it.

It feels hard in your grasp, and you hold it up to your face. It covers the lower part of your face. You glance at him over it, and find him watching you intently. His eyes dart along your face, then return to your eyes. 

“What do you think? Does it suit me?” You say, a slight giggle in your voice. Genji looks at you in silence, his eyes glazing like a fire. You start to take the mask away, but Genji moves  quickly and, in the blink of an eye, he is standing in front of you with a grasp on your wrist. You look up at him, through your lashes, confusion wracking your features. 

“Genji?” You ask. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispers softly. He sounds as out of breath as you feel. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. You try to pull the mask away, but he tightens his grasp and you stop trying to move. “I’ll take it off if I offended you.”

“That’s not it,” he says. 

“I-” you start, but cut yourself off. He’s standing close enough to you and his chest is nearly touching you, and you try to take a step back to clear your mind a bit, but you feel the wall against you. Did he back you against the wall? Your brain clouds with thoughts you should not be having about him. You try to walk away, but his spare hand moves against the wall and cages you in. 

“To be honest, you look fucking delectable. So irresistible,” he says. Your heart jumps in your chest as you look up at him. His crimson gaze holds yours, and a shiver runs up your spine. His voice is so low and husky, like it’s laced with desire. 

“Genji,” you sound breathless to your own ears. He releases the arm holding you, and you lower the mask. He reaches out, running his thumb along your lips. You almost sigh at the feeling of his touch against you. It’s his human hand, and his skin is so soft against you. You have to admit that you have thought about a moment like this before, but never thought it would actually happen. 

“Can I ask you something?” Genji asks. You nod. You’re pretty sure you would agree to anything he asks you right now. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

Your eyes widen, just slightly, at his question. You feel embarrassment start to invade your feelings. Of course you have thought about having sex with him before. Though, you are far too stubborn to admit it. You shake your head. Genji’s hand moves to the base of your skull, yanking on your hair and forcing a tilt in your head, so you have to look into his head. You sigh at the feeling of his hand in your hair, and you pray you don’t notice.

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers. “You’re saying you’ve never thought about me?”

You aren’t able to shake your head again, but you don’t nod. How can you admit to something like that? Genji leans closer, until your face is practically touching the mask, then he dips his head. His hand that was caging you in pulls his mask down and you feel his lips press against your neck. It’s a barely-there kiss, but it’s enough to make your heart race and the mask slip out of your hands. It hits the floor with a clank, but neither of you seem to care. 

“Never thought about my lips?” He whispers against your skin. His hold on your hair starts to loosen, and he gives you enough space to get away from him if you want to, but you don’t move. His mouth returns to your neck, and you bite your tongue to stop a whimper from escaping as he sucks on the sensitive skin by your pulse point. His tongue darts out and runs along the spot he was sucking on, and you bite down hard on your lip. 

“Never thought about my tongue?” He says against your skin. Your knees almost buckle at his husky voice, especially when he presses another kiss to your neck. 

“Never,” you say again, but you can’t help the way you lean into his touch. He chuckles against your skin. 

“So, so stubborn,” he pushes his mask back into place, leaning away from you. It’s all a tease, like he’s playing a game with you. Your head spins. “It’s a shame you don’t want to tell me anything. I’d do whatever you wanted, angel.” 

“I-Genji?” You say. Your head still spins. Of course you have had thoughts like that about him. You have had feelings for him for a while now. You just thought he would never feel the same way about you. 

“Hm?” He says, his eyes burning.

“I’ve thought about you before…like that,” you say, embarrassment heating your face as you admit to it. 

“Like what?” He tilts his head to the side, feigning innocence. 

“You know what,” you say back, but he just shrugs. 

“I’m afraid I don’t. Fill me in, angel,” he says. You’re sure if you could see the lower half of his face, he would be smirking right now. He really wants to hear you say it before he does anything else. 

“I’ve thought about you fucking me before,” you practically scream out, your cheeks heating up even more. 

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he says. You start to question him, but he grips your hips and spins you around, walking you to his bed. You fall against the mattress, his soft blankets greeting you. You reach to him, your hands twisting in his shirt as you pull him closer. God, you want to kiss him so badly. You always have. His hand reaches to you, sneaking under the hoodie and against your skin. You let out a soft sigh against his touch. You want more. You need more. 

“I want to kiss you,” you say softly, the words slipping out. He pauses, his hand freezing at its spot on your ribs. You look up to him, finding his crimson gaze. 

“Close your eyes,” he says, but you shake your head. 

“I want to see you, if you’re comfortable with that,” you say. You know he isn’t the most confident in his current state, but he is still beautiful to you. He raises one of his brows, but nods. He slowly releases you and lowers himself to his knees in front of you. He’s letting you take the mask off for him. You reach out, pulling one of the loops off of his ear, before pulling it the rest of the way off of his face. You drop it, but he catches it before it can hit the ground.

You’ve seen his face before here and there in passing, but never directly like this. You cup his face with your hands, a soft smile on your features. He’s so beautiful, scars and all. He always has been to you. He watches you, holding the mask in his hand as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to put it back on.

“You’re so beautiful,” you lean forward and press your lips to one of the bigger scars on his face, then you move your mouth down and press your lips against his. 

You start off slowly, giving him plenty of time to back away if he wants, but he never does. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, and it’s like something in him snaps. He quickly takes control back, dominating the kiss. His kiss is rough and needy, like he’s suffocating and you’re his very air. 

He stands up just enough to push you back against the bed, then lowers himself on top of you, all without breaking the kiss. His hands find their way to your wrists, pinning them above you. The command is simple enough. Stay.

His hands lower, down your arms and chest, until he reaches the bottom of your - his - hoodie. Your skin burns as if his touch leaves flames in its wake. He pushes the hoodie up slowly, until your chest is bare to him. His hands wander, one metal and one flesh, running across your skin. He pulls away from the kiss, and you can see the way his lips are slightly swollen. He looks down at you, his eyes tracing your body. You can’t help the shy feeling you get as he looks at you, and you start to move to cover yourself, but remember the way he pushed your hands into the mattress. He wants to look at you like this, completely under his control.

You feel his soft hair tickle your skin as he leans down and presses soft kisses into your stomach, trailing up until he is at your breasts. You take a sharp intake as he runs his hand along one of your breasts. It’s his metal one, and the coolness is a stark contrast to the heat of your body. He rolls it in between his fingers, pinching slightly. It takes every ounce of self-control you have to not moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. Once you’re thoroughly flustered and he’s satisfied, he moves lower, until his lips are just above the waistband on the sweatpants you have on. He pauses, kneading your thighs through the fabric. 

“Please,” you say softly, and you see a smile on his face when you look down at him.

“I like the way you say that,” he says, then slips his finger under the waistband. You lift your hips enough for him to pull the pants down, and he takes your underwear with it. You’re completely bare now, and he’s still fully clothed. You don’t have any time to feel insecure, though, as he pushes your legs apart and settles on his knees by the end of the bed. 

His lips quickly attach to your thigh, sucking softly just like he did your neck. You know it’s going to bruise, but part of you is happy about that. Having a mark from him on your skin, it’s so arousing. 

One of his hands finds its way to your core, and you gasp at the contact. His metal hand just barely touches your sex, just barely ghosting along your clit, but it’s enough to make you clap your hand over your mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. The touch is gone as quickly as it came, and you yelp as you feel a slight pinch in your leg. It’s replaced with another lick, before Genji looks up at you.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. I want to hear you, angel. I want to hear how I make you feel,” he says, his voice stern and eyes blazing. You whimper at the command, at the way he looks at you, at his hands kneading your thighs, at all of it. You drop your hand, obeying his order. A soft moan escapes your lips as he curls his finger, and he smiles. 

“Good. Keep making noises for me like that, yeah?” You nod, which makes him smile even wider. “Where is all that stubbornness now, hm? You’re so obedient.” 

You start to say something back, but when he presses a kiss against your clit, any response you had fizzles away and you let out a soft whimper. He continues licking at you, and you clench your legs around his head. You reach down and tangle one of your hands in his hair, whimpering at each lick. He brings his hand up, his metal one, and presses it against your entrance while continuing to suck on your clit. More. You need more. 

“Genji, please,” you whimper out, and it’s all he seems to need to hear. He presses one finger into you and your head falls back against the mattress. He pumps in and out in a painfully slow pace, but it’s still enough to have you writhing under him. You feel him pull his face away, just enough for him to look up at you. You feel him smile against you. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. His voice sounds like pure sin. 

“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg. 

“I don’t know, angel. I like teasing you,” he says, slowing down and pulling his face away. You whimper softly.

“Please,” you say the word again. 

“So fucking pretty,” he says, before adding another finger. He quickens the pace until you are a writhing, whimpering mess. You can’t even form any coherent thoughts. His thumb reaches to your clit, rubbing over it. 

“Genji,” you start to say something. He knows exactly what buttons of yours to push, and you are so close. 

“I know, angel. I know,” he says softly. Your legs start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming. Genji seems to notice the way your body is responding to him, and he picks up the pace. You throw your head back and moan. You squeeze your eyes shut and clutch onto the blankets under you as your orgasm rocks your entire body. It’s the best one you have ever had, and Genji seems to know that, because he gives you a minute to breathe before he does anything else. 

“I need you,” you say once you recover. 

“You have me,” Genji replies, rising from his knees and pulling his shirt over his head. His pale skin is covered in scars and the metal takes up about half of his torso and reaches down just slightly. His abs are still mostly flesh, as are his hips, which you can see over the waistband of his sweats. He doesn’t seem to mind your eyes on him, because he lets you watch him before he moves again. 

He reaches down to his waistband, sliding his sweatpants down his legs. He lets you watch as he does so, and your eyes trail below. You had been curious before if his cock was made of metal or flesh, and now you know it’s made out of flesh. His upper thighs are too, the metal starting around one of his legs. He cuts off your staring leaning over you and pressing your lips together once before pulling away again. 

“I have condoms in my nightstand,” he says, trailing off to give you the chance to answer.

“No,” you reply quickly. You want -  need - him, no barriers included. He raises an eyebrow, as if he expected another answer, but still wraps a hand around your ankle and pulls you down the bed. You yelp, caught off guard by the movement. You are much closer to him now. He seems to love the sight of you under him, because he has yet to look away from you. 

He tears his gaze away from you long enough to line up at your entrance. He looks back to your face, his crimson eyes watching you as he pushes inside you. You moan, but you can still hear the groan he releases. He sinks all the way into you, not moving at first as you both adjust to it. 

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you,” he whispers. 

“Genji,” you say his name, but it sounds more like you are pleading. He starts to move, quickly finding a rhythm in his thrusts. He leans down, pressing your lips together once again. His kiss is a little more sloppy now, but you still love the way his lips feel against yours. You wrap your hands around him, your nails digging slightly into his back. You have a feeling it’ll leave scratch marks on his skin side, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

He keeps going until you are another whimpering mess. It’s like he knows exactly how to get you to unravel for him. Your legs tremble around him and your nails dig into his shoulders. You moan his name as your orgasm rocks you, and his body seems to respond to both your orgasm and the sound of his name on your lips. 

His thrusts start to get less rhythmic, and you clench around him, which is enough to send him over the edge. His head falls onto your shoulder as his orgasm takes over his body. You hold onto him as he moans into your skin. It’s funny that he said you look pretty like this when you’re certain he is the most beautiful person you have ever seen. He eventually pulls his face away and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, before he pulls out and walks around the bed. He pulls the hoodie, which you just remembered you still had on, down over your body. You’re too fucked out to resist, but you don’t mind. His hoodie is comfortable anyway. 

You try to move, but your limbs don’t want to cooperate. It’s like they are made of jelly. He chuckles, pulling you up and bed before crawling in himself. He pulls you against him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He presses another soft kiss to your skin. 

“I should wear your clothes more often,” you say with a slight giggle. He nods.

“You definitely should. Let me take you out sometime, though. Have a proper date,” he says. Your heart jumps in your chest. After all the two of you just did, you shouldn’t feel shy, but you still are. He wants this to happen again? He wants to…date you? You find a smile creeping its way up your features at the thought.  The two of you fall asleep like that, him holding you against his body, his face buried in your neck, you with a massive smile on your face. You should definitely wear his clothes more often.

#genji shimada #genji x reader #overwatch 2 #blackwatch genji #overwatch

[abbyromanoff]

This might be a weird request

Dark! Vampire! Natasha who is also an avenger, but no one knows that she's a vampire and fem! Reader that she tells everyone is her girlfriend, but is actually a pet sub she uses once in a while to drink from and mostly as a sex toy (lots of smut, please)

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Pairings: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2477

Warnings: Nat’s a vampire, voyeriusm, exhibition (idk how to spell it), basically R is a sex slave, dark!Nat, degrading kink, public sex, eating out, mentions of fingering, possessive/jealous behaviors from Nat, spanking, orgasm denial, small pet play (only nicknames), cnc (nat has previous permission from R), free use, small blood kink, small Wanda x reader, I didn’t spell correct this so my apologies

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You and Wanda stood in the kitchen, coffee cups in hand as you created small talk. She had been telling you about her plans for today while you listened with a smile on your face. Wanda was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. But you could never have her, Nat already owns you and shows that off proudly. You weren’t actually dating, but everyone thought you were. You couldn’t blame them though, Nat had a tendency to show everyone what’s hers - and that has been shown off many times with markings or rough kisses in front of anyone who was there. Nat pretended you two were in love until it came the time where no one was near, no wandering eyes could see the way she used you.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” You snapped out of the small trance you had and gave her yet another warm smile of reassurance.

“You’ve been off lately, what’s on your mind, babe?” It was a small nickname you both shared, but Nat hated it more than ever. You kept your composure, though, and she didn’t seem to notice.

“Trust me, I’m fine. I just have a lot of papers to fill out, lot’s of mission reports I’m behind on.” She nodded in understanding with a hum to herself.

“I thought I told you I’d help you out with those, why didn’t you come to me?” The truth was that Nat didn’t let you. You had tried to convince her that nothing was going on between you two, that everything was simply platonic, but she refused. You had wanted to take that opportunity to catch up on work and to spend some time with your best friend - even if you’d mainly just be admiring her the whole time.

“I know, I know, but you know I never want to bother you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you this? You’re never a bother to me, my love. You know I love you more than anything and would gladly take that chance to have a girls night with my favorite girl in the world.” Before you started dating Nat - well, it wasn’t really dating, but it felt like it - you and Wanda would have girls nights every Sunday, a perfect way to end the weekend and start the week. But Nat never liked that. At first, she’d convince you to spend your Sunday nights with her to cuddle or watch a movie. But once you started denying her and went back to Wanda, she had to make it known that she simply didn’t want you around her.

Wanda moved towards you and placed her mug on the counter your back had been resting on. You were cornered into her hold and you weren’t complaining, this had been the most contact you’ve been able to have with her for months now. Her piercing green eyes stared back at yours, you had always loved the color of her beautiful eyes.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you but ever since you’ve gotten with Nat it’s like the real you is gone. I miss my best friend, and this version of you isn’t them. So please, come by tonight and we can work together. Just an hour, that’s all I ask.” Your mind moved faster than your mouth as you quickly formed a nod, smiling to yourself at the thought of finally being with her. But the reminder of Nat consumed you, you knew she’d be pissed if she heard about this.

“Am I interrupting something?” Nat walked in the kitchen with a stern glare as she leaned against the fridge. It wasn’t a great look as Wanda had her palms running up and down your arms slowly, both of your bodies being so closely pressed against each other that you could practically feel her pelvis bone. Wanda jumped but didn’t remove herself from you, not being able to sense the deep tension you had both put yourselves in.

Nat raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“Well, Nat,” Wanda started, a humoric level of sass in her tone. “Me and Y/N here were just talking about our plans for tonight.”

“Oh, well me and Y/N had some plans for tonight so I think it will be best if you reschedule for another day.” You knew another day meant never in her mind. Wanda looked at you, noticing how you cowered down slightly.

“Hm, Y/N never told me about these plans. And besides, it’s been forever since I got to spend time with my girl, can’t you give them up for one night?” It wasn’t a question but more of a demand. You could see Nat’s body tensing up and her grip on the coffee pot that she had been pouring tighten.

You expected a fight, for Nat to backlash some bullshit story and convince Wanda to cancel your plans. But instead, she just smiled with tight lips and nodded - which was almost scarier than her saying no.

“Alright then, you can have her for tonight.” Wanda smiled in victory and placed a kiss to your cheek before rushing out the room with an excited goodbye. You gulped in fear as you were left alone with Nat, she was never fun when she was mad.

“Plans for tonight? Why didn’t I hear about these so called plans?” She was stirring the creamer into her coffee without looking at you, her back facing you. You didn’t know which was worse, her terrifying gaze or her refusing to even give you a glance.

“Uh, well Wanda had just told me about them before you walked in so I didn’t really get to the telling you part yet.” You looked down at the floor to avoid her strong gaze as she finally turned to look at you.

“You two seemed real close when I walked in.”

“It wasn’t like that,” You quickly shot back. “Wanda’s just a friend, you know this.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like when she touches what’s mine.” For a split moment, you gained just a little bit of confidence to fight back. Bad mistake.

“Well it’s not like I’m yours anyways.” You regretted it the second those words left your mouth and you saw Nat’s stance shift. She grabbed your chin and forced your head back up to look at her, your eyes trying to trail onto anything but her.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“Fucking look at me, Y/N.” You did. “Now, I really do hope I was mistaken and I know you hope so too.” You really did. You hoped she would let it go and act as if you never said such a thing, but you knew that was too much to ask for.

There was a long silence before she removed her tight grip on your jaw. “Bend over.” She didn’t let you speak as she forcefully turned you around to face the counter, bending you over the surface as she had just directed.

“Do I have to do everything for you? God, you’re such an ungrateful little slut.” Her palm came down on your ass through the shorts you wore. You jumped at the unexpected contact and bit your lip to supress any sounds from coming out.

“I don’t want to hear a word from you, got that?” You nodded in response and soon felt her hands on your inner thighs. You spreaded your legs slowly, completing her unworded task that you knew she wanted.

“Such a desperate pup you are, baby. Look at you, spreading your legs for me where anyone could see. Does that turn you on? Having everyone know how much of a stupid fucking whore you really are for me?” Your head hung low while tears pooled in your eyes as her hand continued to slap against your now reddended skin. There were still marks from before, from all the nights she had spent merciously fucking you for her own pleasure, not caring whether it hurt or not. Of course, she would’ve stopped if she knew you actually needed to or you safe worded, but she knew you wanted it deep down. She knew you were a slut for anything she’d give you.

“Fucking answer me!” Another slap collied with your skin. But this time, it was much stronger. You nodded quickly, almost forgetting what she had said only moments ago and trying not to let any words or sounds slip out of your closed mouth.

“Yeah you are. You’re just a toy for my pleasure. You should be grateful that I even touch you, I could be fucking anyone else but I’m here with you and you still want to slut yourself out to anybody that comes by.” Even if she refused to admit it, she could never even touch someone else, you would just invade her mind over and over again.

She grasped your shorts in her hands and yanked them off of you, leaving you completely bare for anyone to see, just like she had said. She smirked to herself when seeing the marks she left on your precious skin, rubbing her palm over them and admiring her work.

“Why don’t we give this camera a little show, huh, baby?” It wasn’t an actual question, it’s not like you had a say in what she did to you anyways. She dropped to her knees behind you, grasping your skin roughly and spreading your legs even further. Your eyes stayed put on the door, fearing someone would walk in and see you like this. Your thoughts were quickly shut down as her tongue made contact with your pulsing clit. Your mouth fell open, your hand quickly coming up to cover it. Nat could see how hard you were trying to stay silent and grinned in satisfaction. She was out to make you fail, to ruin this moment for you and deny you of that sweet orgasm you so badly craved. She had denied you the night before and knew you had been craving it. She was starting to think of giving in and letting your juices cover her fingers or paint her face - if only she hadn’t witnessed you and Wanda’s interaction.

Your bud was sucked harshly, her sharp fangs occasionally grazing over it and causing a jolt of electricity to flow through your body. Her fingers traced gently around your folds, almost causing her to laugh when hearing the muffled sounds you’d make from above.

She was just having fun at this point as she teased you again and again, you hated it and loved it at the same time. Your hand came down to your breasts under your short tank top as you pinched and tweaked your nipples, hoping you wouldn’t be caught by Nat.

You suddenly felt a sharp pain on your thigh. It wasn’t like before when she spanked you, this dug into your skin. You knew what she was doing, and you couldn’t stop it. She moaned, the sound being muffled, as she tasted your blood. You had multiple marks covering your skin from her bites, and she adored it. To her, you looked heavenly with her marks. Your blood was her favorite, it just had a certain smell and distinct taste to it that filled her needs, she wished she could turn it into a candle and have it light up her room all day just to be reminded of you. And she had never had someone so willingly give themselves up to her like you did, you were perfect.

She kissed your clit one last time before standing up, leaving you high and dry once again. You tried to chase after her, but ended up failing. Her hand gripped your hair, making a messy ponytail before yanking your head up.

“You wanna know something?” She started, not giving you a chance to answer before she spoke. “I just texted Wanda to meet me in the kitchen. She said she’ll be here in five, you think you can make me cum in five minutes?”

She had forced you to your knees, her fingers playing with your hair as you stared up at her with fear. Your knees already had bruises coating them from many nights, but she couldn’t care less.

“Now, what do you think we could do for our little guest, hm? I think it would be just perfect for her to walk in and see you eating me out like a starved little bitch.” You nodded after a moment, realizing there was no getting out of this. You were already dreading girls' night with Wanda after this, would she be able to look at you the same? You really hoped so, you didn’t want to lose another friend because of the crazy ways Nat showed her “love”.

“Hurry up. Does it look like I have all fucking day to deal with your shit?” She had pulled you forward by the hair, your scalp practically crying out in agony. But you listened and pulled down her clothing quickly, first her pants and then her panties.

“See these? I wore these just for you, my love. Too bad you won't get more than a quick glance, what a shame.” They were a lacy red and looked beautiful on her - as did everything she wore. She liked to say the color reminded her of your sweet blood. That when she wore it, all she thought about was you. It only fueled her hunger and need, her need for you. For your touch, your mouth, your body.

“That’s it, your tongue- ah! Fuck, you like being used like this? You like being my nasty slut? You’re fucking disgusting, baby.” The harsh, degrading words turned you on more than you’d like to admit. The wetness coating your thighs only proved that statement.

It wasn’t long until you heard footsteps coming closer, and you knew exactly who it was. Nat didn’t even spare a glance at her as she tossed her head back, her fangs on display that Wanda luckily didn’t notice. You closed your eyes and continued what you were doing before your best friend had walked in, sucking her clit just as she did to you before. Wanda didn’t mutter a word as she was stuck in place, watching with a hidden desire as you focused on the woman’s pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, darling. I’m gonna cum in your bratty fucking mouth.” She grunted out through gritted teeth and held both sides of your head in place as she grinded against your face even harder. Your tongue poked in and out of her hole as she was sent over the edge. A loud moan escaped her mouth as her juices filled your mouth, you wouldn’t let a single drop escape.

“How’d you enjoy the show, Wands?”

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