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sieglinde-freud · 11 months

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i think the fell xenologue does a great job at characterizing some of the royals beyond the vanilla game mostly because every single royal has like one or two core principles that really make them who they are and so getting rid of those one or two things completely converts them into a completely different person. like alcryst losing his self doubt, celine loses her empathy, hortensia loses her resilience, etc etc. but i think my favorite version of this has to be fogado, who has in my opinion the most drastic change. i think all of the other royals have very outward presenting traits that you can easily catch onto and see theyve lost. but fogado is just a little different, because what fell fogado lacks isnt really a trait; he loses his sense of love. (rest under the cut bc it turned into an essay. my bad also fell xenologue spoilers obvs)

“our” fogado (?? idk how to differentiate between them. work with me here) is not an easy person to read in universe. he makes it very clear in chapter 13 that he’s pretty good at deception and is very willing to make use of that skill. his supports with timerra and pandreo also tell us he’s gotten used to keeping up a specially crafted persona meant to kind of suppress his feelings (that timerra and pandreo can see through but. like 1. theyre smart 2. sister and bff ok moving on). but he doesn’t do it out of malice or because he just likes being tricky, he lies because he loves. everything in fogado’s life is shaped by what he loves: his country, his friends, and his sister. every single motivation he has is fueled by this: the constant partying, how often he leaves the castle, all his acting. its even in his goddamn class name (cupido) and birthday (feb 14) if you needed the game to spell it out for you

so thats why when we get to the fell xenologue, the fogado we meet is changed in that one specific way: his love is gone. we know this because of a few things, the first of which is that he is honest. aside from the robe (in which he is assassinating someone! but also. lets be so honest with ourselves here. you can see his fucking face) he’s immediately upfront with his intentions: he wants the bracelets, he wants power, and he wants you to die. and thats it. he just kind of hands you that information, and then fucks off when you win. on what earth would our fogado do that? dude wouldnt even tell you if he broke his leg, he just partied a little hard last night. but thats just it isnt it? our fogado lies because he loves people, hes protecting them. fell!fogado is transparent because he’s not protecting anyone, he doesn’t care.

but the biggest kicker in fell!fogado’s lack of love is in his interaction with our timerra. our fogado loves his sister more than anything, as he literally plans his entire life around making HER life easier. he sacrifices even just spending time with her just because he needs to make sure hes fully prepared to keep her safe (not that timerra wants that for him but he doesnt really get that. which is another topic i could dive into but this post is long enough lets not make it a novel). fell!fogado though? well you see–

any love fogado holds for his sister, or any love at all really, is just not present in fell!fogado. and you could say that maybe its just because of the corruption, but then why do we still see love between the fierenese and brodian siblings? even fell!timerra still loves her brother if her conversation with our fogado is anything to go off of. but the writers know that fogado lives and dies on his love for people, its his entire being and so much more so than the rest of the cast. which is why thats what had to change in him for the fell xenologue. it wasnt really just a flip of the switch haha murder thing (though. it could have been handled better. lets be real) but it was the loss of everything that makes fogado him. and i think the fact that this gets to be highlighted in the dlc just makes base game fogado all that much more interesting, because it cements his motivation now that we know what he's like without it. fogado is a guy driven by love and its just fucking great

#fe fogado #ann gets engaged #im not really sure what compels me to type up gigantic rambles in the middle of the night but. whatever #anyways so next up on the agenda: my argument for why hes aroace—#ok kidding bc thats purely headcanon and has nothing to do with fogados motivations but cmon. let a girl dream.#anyways when i first started typing this out it was supposed to be like. four sentences about me liking the contrast between the fogados #whoops!#my hand mustve slipped #but idk i just like. i like talking about fogado bc i feel like not enough people really do #and like theres discussion about him but its usually either shipping stuff or unit viability #both of which are valid! its just that in those discussions fogado as a character takes a backseat #which is j such a shame bc. grerahhekkdke hes sooo compelling. im putting him in my washing machine #oh and then theres the racism in the fandom but. wow. fe fans and racism noooo way. so shocked #/s if that wasnt obvious #and THEN if there is discussion about him as a person theres like 50% chance its j ‘oh hes claude 2’#which i have already expressed my frustration about as i love both of them and theyre j. so not the same.#but people assume bc they know claude they know fogado and thats just not true. its so not true.#whatever im not trying to make the tags longer than the post i just think fogado is neat :)#engage fav? yeah. top 10 fe character? ykw. probably #ok goodnight

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gothyyy · 2 years

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YES POST THE FANART!!

edgy fanart my beloved 🤍<platonic>

OK OK

tw// blood

plus me practicing my japanese on the side with an edgy quote

#whoops my hand slipped #not me doing soulmates au and everything #i was gonna make a matching one with chuuya but i don’t even ship it i’m just in love with them #goth draws sometimes???#goth chats #goth’s anons #purple text anon

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norrisleclercf1 · 13 days

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lewis not saying a word to u on the way to ur hotel after merc fucks up another one of his races but the second the door shuts he's dragging u to bed & taking his anger out on u iykyk...WHO SAID THAT?

A/N: Sarah is living rent free in my head and I'm loving it

Warnings: Restraints, blindfold, calls you his fuck toy (whoops), just I got a little carried away writing my first lewis smut

Lewis hasn't said a word since leaving the Australian track and heading to the hotel. He didn't hug you, kiss you, or even acknowledge you. At first you were hurt and pissed he was ignoring you, but now you knew it was due to the fact he was so angry.

Lewis is a 7x WDC and here is dealing with bullshit, you were seeing first hand why he was moving to Ferrari, even if it at first caused a huge argument as he made that move without talking to you about it.

You tried to comfort your husband, but he'd just wave you off and not face you. It was starting to anger you, but you stayed silent as you sat on your phone waiting for him to get back to his drivers room. Lewis opens the door the closes it so softly you almost didn't hear him enter.

Stepping into the room the anger was suffocating to you, and any time you tried to say something he'd cut you a glare and it's shut you up. He gathers his bags and yours and opens the door, waiting for you. Standing you walk out, Lewis follows you, sunglasses on and hat pulled low. Barely anyone was around and didn't talk to you as Lewis opens the door to his Mercedes Benz AMG GTR side door for you.

"Thank you," You smile at him but he says nothing, closing the door gently and walking around and slides into the drivers door. "Lewis," You whisper but he cuts you a look that has you grow quiet. Starting up the car he starts the drive to the hotel. Out of reflex his hand falls to the upper inside of your thigh and he squeezes it slowly.

His fingers start to move up and down and his knuckles trace the outline of your lips. You hate even when he's angry and pissed you of, you become weak for your husband's touch, and since he's been pissed all weekend, he hasn't really said words to you. Reacting you slide your legs open, glad you wore the dress you picked out.

Lewis sighs, and moves, sliding your panties to the side and slowly tracing you with his fingertips. "Lew," You breathe, and he smirks, feeling the way you grow wet for him. Curling his fingers he slowly slides two in, and you whine, head thumping the headrest. He still doesn't say anything as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the short gasps of breath you make and move around the sound of your skin on the leather drives him crazy.

Lewis starts to sped up his pace, drawing moans out of you so quick it was making you light headed. Lewis curses, seeing fans and with draws his fingers and you gasp, holding onto the car door and arm rest gasping for air. Skin was on fire, sticking to your skin and you whine seeing all the fans at the front of the hotel.

"Go up to the room, strip, and lay on the bed for me. Understand?" Lewis voice was soft, turning, pupils blow, you nod as he leans over and kisses you so gently you want to cry from it. "Good girl, go." Parking the car, you slide off your panties and hand them to Lewis and climb out, smiling at fans and move quick through the crowd and up to the elevator.

Getting to the room you kick the door, taking off your shoes you wrestle getting off your dress and unclasp your bra and shiver at the freezing hotel air and look through your room and spot the ropes you sneak into the bag. You move and tie knots on the headboard, and make holes and slip through them and close your eyes waiting for Lewis.

You calm your breathing, but jump when the door is slammed open and then slammed even harder closed. "Do you understand how angry I am?" Lewis grounds out, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. "Fuck, look how gorgeous you look for me, my personal fuck toy." Lewis groans, and you go to open your eyes but feel soft silk touch your eyes. "Is this okay?" He whispers and you whine, nodding your head.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure, but I'm going to fuck you so hard, do you know your colors, I wanna hear you." He whispers, trailing his fingers over your body, making you wiggle around, but he grounds you by his hands holding tight on your waist. "Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop now." You repeat your safe words and you can picture Lewis smiling at your proudly.

"Good girl, spread 'em.," His accent drawls out and you spread your legs as Lewis sees how wet and swollen you are with need. "Awww, baby." You hear a thump and soon something wet touches you, mind reeling and you realize that it's Lewis tongue. "Lew," You whine and Lewis chuckles tracing the alphabet, something you both found out together and you've never made it farther than F, though Lewis loves trying to push your farther. \

Your feet stretch out and then go limp as you settle into the feeling and pull at your ropes as Lewis gets to E and you whimper, but he stops and licks his lips before kissing you deeply and you hear him drop his pants. "Color?" He whispers looking for a condom and sliding it on. "Green, goddamn green." You were aching so deep inside you it was itch you couldn't reach.

"Alright, alright, I've got you." Shaking out a breath you feel his rub his heavy cock over your clit before sliding it. "Oh," You whimper, Lewis no matter the prep always gave you a stretch that you loved. "Color?" He asks you again when he bottoms out, balls deep in you. "Green, you can go as hard as you want," You reassure him and Lewis smiles, feeling love for you swell, he really didn't deserve someone like you.

He pulls all the way out and you whine at the lose before he slams back into you, he does this a couple times before he slides deep into you and makes strokes that are slow and hard, reaching a part of you never before, hand reaching up he squeezes slightly as you feel his weight over your body. Teeth scrapping your neck as he marks you up and down.

"Fuck, my personal fuck toy, have you missed my cock, have you?" You can't form words, your mind so far gone all you can do is nod your head feeling a rush as he squeezes tighter. "Fuck, that's right, you've missed this cock, fuck yeah." Lewis speeds up and removes the hand from around your neck and reaches between your legs and rubs your clit, just enough to bring your legs shaking.

"Oh! Aghhh," You whimper biting your bottom lip, as your muscles clamp down and cause you to shake as you come apart under neath him. Lewis groans, slowing down his pace, but then he speeds back up chasing his own high as he pulls out, ripping the condom off and wrapping his hand around his cock. "Fuck," Opening your mouth, Lewis slides into your mouth and comes down your throat.

You swallow each drop, Lewis sighs and pulls out, breathing heavily. "I've got you," He takes off the blindfold, a tie he wore to a dinner earlier in the week, as he unties your wrists. Sitting next to you he massages your wrists and kisses them, as you two stare at each other.

"Sorry, I was being a dick." He whispers and you just nod as your brain was mush, unable to form words. "Let's take a bath," Nodding again you feel his strong arms pull you into his chest as he carries you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet. Lewis moves fast and you watch the ring on his finger, smiling as the words engraved on each of your wedding rings.

He comes back and picks you up and you sigh at the warm water soothing your aching muscles. "I love you, forever," Lewis whispers holding you close. "I love you too,"

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musingsofahufflepuff · 1 month

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Into the Blackhole

Theodore Nott x gn!reader; fluff

summary: when it all just gets too much, there’s one place you can always find theodore nott, a secluded corner on the second floor of the three broomsticks

a/n: hogmarch prompt 2. it’s apparently my goal to be the last submission for all of these, sorry @thatdammchickennugget (it’s technically still the 13th). i went with the butterbeer approach and this pure fluff. lots of friends to lovers in my submissions, whoops. guess the trope is on the brain

Bad week. That’s the only way you could describe your current mood. Between the long ass essay Snape had assigned with only 2 days to complete and the howler you’d received from your parents about something that wasn’t even a big deal you needed a break away from the castle.

So here you were on your way to the Three Broomsticks. The path to Hogsmeade is familiar and the fresh air is already starting to improve your mood. With the sun setting soon, there’s a comforting light casted on the village.

The old wooden doors to the pub creak when you open them and it’s relatively quiet for a Friday evening. You decide to make your way up to your usual table to relax a bit before getting a drink. At the top of the stairs you find Theodore Nott already sitting there. A smile spreads across your face.

He looks like his week was just as bad as yours as you slide into the seat next to him. His blue eyes look up to meet yours when you sit down and his expression is immediately softer. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart flutter.

“Bad week?” you ask.

Theo sighs and nods, “why else would I be here. Assuming that’s why you’re here too.”

You laugh softly at that, he wasn’t wrong. Since your first trip to Hogsmeade third year, you and Theo had decided this was the best spot in the village to get away from everything. You’d spent many a night here with and without him, and you couldn’t help but feel glad he was with you this time.

“Want something? I was about to go get a drink when you came up,” he stands from the table, eyes still on you.

“Sure, that’d be great.”

He gives you a nod before heading down the stairs, leaving the seat empty and a hole in your heart.

So, maybe you had a small crush on your friend. Maybe.

♡ ♡ ♡

His footsteps returning pull you out of your thoughts. He sets a cold butterbeer down in from of you and you give him an appreciative smile.

“I know you don’t like warm drinks, as weird as that is,” he teases as he sits back down with his hot butterbeer in hand.

“I’m not arguing about this with you again, Nott,” you tease right back.

He holds his hands up in surrender, which makes you both laugh.

There’s a comfortable silence as you sip on your butterbeer and you steal a few glances at him.

“Wanna talk about it?” his voice surprises you, making you snap your attention to him.

“Just a rough week,” you blink a couple times, trying to think of what to say.

“Yeah, my fathers been, persistent in the whole… mark thing.” He looks down at his mug.

“Oh, Theo, I-“ without thinking about it, you get up and hug him.

He tenses up for a moment at the unexpected touch, but easily melts into your embrace. You don’t ask anything else, you don’t need to. He turns in his seat to make it easier to hug him, his strong arms coming up around your waist.

“Thank you tesorino. I guess I wanted to talk about it, but my friends…” he trails off and you immediately understand. They’ve gone through similar if not worse, it can be too much.

“I’m always here for you Teddy,” the nickname slips past your lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world and you try not to blush at the Italian term of endearment.

“I know you are and-“ he hesitates, “I think that’s why I’m falling in love with you.” The second half comes out quieter, like he’s scared of your response. “Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time.”

His blue eyes meet yours and it feels like it’s just the two of you here in the Three Broomsticks.

Just the two of you in all the universe.

He blushes, “sorry, not great timing on my part.”

“No!” you blurt out, “I’ve had a crush on you forever. Since we met first year.”

Theo looks a little shocked, but it’s quickly replaced with a smile and you melt.

“Wanna maybe turn this pity party into uh- a date maybe?”

You laugh softly, which makes him join you.

“Sure, I’d love nothing more.” You sit back down in your seat, in your and Theodore’s table and you can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face.

“But first, another butterbeer?” he smiles and you happily nod.

#theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #slytherin boys #harry potter #hogmarch challenge #theo nott #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #hp fandom #theo nott x male reader #theo nott x gn reader

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saekkas · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄… (𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬).

𝟎𝟎'𝟐: 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 missing them every second they're gone, spoiling them with affection and material things, constantly feeling wanted and reassured, and willing to burn the world down just for them.

summary: a collection of ways on how the blue lock boys silently say "i love you."

note: i love this man so much that my fingers slipped and whoop- here it is. 2.1k words of tooth-rotting fluff by yours truly.

it's eight am in the morning and the air smells like blueberry pancakes with bacon. the blinds are drawn, sunlight filtering through the glass windows of kaiser's penthouse. the atmosphere is calm, street-level noise muted, and there are no neighbors to interrupt your morning.

or more like, you're glad he doesn't have neighbors otherwise he'll interrupt their morning.

"babe." you laugh with an amused look on your face, looking at your boyfriend of six years. "what are you doing?"

you watch as michael kaiser, bastard munchen's ace, places himself at your feet. he's wearing his pink panther pajamas, glasses still on his face after watching a rerun of a match. another thing on his face is the cutest pair of puppy eyes you've ever seen. but you aren't telling him that unless you want to cancel your plans for the week.

"i'm not letting you leave," he huffs as he wraps his hands around one of your legs, leaning his full weight onto the limb. "i'm not letting you leave me. how dare you!"

he looks like a snuggly koala, and you'd drag him back into bed for cuddles if you weren't already late.

"but we've been through this," you say with a quirked eyebrow, feeling him wrap himself tighter around your leg. "it isn't like i haven't told you about my plans. hell, you were the one who bought the tickets for me!"

his only answer comes in the form of a glare and a pout.

"sometimes i think i have a seven-year-old child as a boyfriend," you chuckle, equal parts endeared and annoyed at his behavior.

to be perfectly honest, kaiser is the perfect boyfriend. suave, charming, handsome. he ticks off every box on the ideal men to have as your husband list. even his tantrums, like the one he's having right now, are endearing.

"well tell your stupid friends that the stupid road trip is over. i'm not letting you out of the door."

ah, there it is. the reason he's been whining and pouting all day. you're due to leave for hawaii today, in an all-expense paid road trip, as a reward for getting a promotion at work. you didn't even think of leaving the country, perfectly content in rewarding yourself with a mini shopping spree. but your boyfriend, the one who's groveling at your feet begging you to stay, insisted on buying you tickets and a reservation to the most luxurious resort hawaii could offer.

looks like he's regretting that decision today.

"i would," you hum at your boyfriend, looking at him with mirth in your eyes. "but my stupid friends are already at the airport waiting for me."

he lets out a grumble at that. "then they'll just have to leave without you."

shaking your head with a hint of a smile on your face, you lower yourself to a squat. intent on teasing him back, you push him off your leg, laughing when he stumbles back with a yelp.

"what happened to you?" he glares with no real heat in his eyes, a small smile threatening to break on his face. he's enjoying this as much as you are. "you were so nice and obedient last-"

"don't!" you squeak as you tackle him, sending you both rolling to the floor in a fit of giggles. "don't you dare bring that up again!"

"i won't if you don't leave for the trip," he offers with a victorious smile, as if he's already won.

"you know i can't do that." you shake your head, sitting on your bum as he moves to lay his head on your lap. placing your hand in his hair, you play with the strands. "you've already bought the tickets and booked the resort. i don't want all that money to go to waste."

he grumbles, his head so deep in your lap that the words are muffled.

"what did you say?"

"i said." he springs up, moving into a sitting position in front of you. "i don't care about the money. i just want to spend time with you before i have to go back."

your heart beats a little faster, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. "i'll only be gone for three days," you say with a soft smile, leaning in to press a hand to his cheek, which he nuzzles into. "besides, i'll be heading to germany with you. remember?"

"i know," he sighs at the touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. "it's just- you know i'll be busy with games when we're back in germany. and i won't be able to spend much time with you..."

you feel your heart grow three sizes larger to fit in the amount of love you have for this man.

biting your lip at his pouty expression, you're quick to pull him into a sweet kiss. tilting your head to deepen it, you make sure to pour every ounce of your love into the one connection.

"how about.." you start-off, whispering against his lips. you giggle when he huffs and pulls you into another before climbing on to sit on his lap. "i go for two days and come back on the third so we can spend some quality time together?"

"how about you just stay right here, in my arms," he offers back with a mischievous grin as he leans in to press kisses on your neck. you sigh as he makes his way down your neck, nipping little love marks on your collarbone. "what do you say, mein liebling?"

"mikka.."

he stops at the sound of his favorite nickname. looking up at you with wide eyes and a hopeful expression that turns into a pout at the shake of your head. "how about i buy you that dog you've always wanted? what was it? the shiba inu?" he tries again with a cheeky smile. "i'll even buy you a panda!"

you raise an eyebrow at his words. "a panda? can you even buy a panda?"

"i'll have one imported from china," he says with an excited nod, the grin widening on his lips. "waddya say?"

"deal." you watch his face break into a trophy winning smile, his boyish charms swaying you just a little. "only if its a talking panda, though."

his smile drops and he glares as he pinches your bum with a finger.

laughing, you squeal at his little action before leaning down to press your forehead to his. "please?" you whisper as you nuzzle your noses together. "pretty please, for me?"

you see the hesitation in his eyes before he sighs, accepting defeat. "you better be home the second day, you hear me?" he says all through a ridiculous pout as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly.

"i'll pick you up from the airport." he nods to himself before groaning, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "you've got me weak, liebling. the things i do for you."

"thank you, mein kaiser," you say through a giggle as you tug at his hair, pulling his head back for a kiss. "ich liebe dich."

"i love it when you talk like that." his smirk is back on his face, his cheekiness shining its way through his small moment of despair. "makes you sound even hotter."

rolling your eyes, you get off his lap and tug him into a standing position. "seriously." you push him down onto the couch, pressing a searing kiss that has him groaning into your mouth. "you mean so much to me."

"you wouldn't be leaving if i meant that much to you," he says before laughing when you punch his shoulder with a glare. his expression is warm, love clear in his eyes when he pulls you down into one last hug. "break my heart. break it a thousand times if you'd like. it was only ever yours to break anyway."

"isn't that too much?" you laugh when he releases his grip on you, walking to the door where your suitcases are. you hum when he follows, his hand slipping into your back pocket as he stands by the door, ready to finally let you leave.

"i don't know what to do while you're gone," he says as he leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. you watch as he looks at you from top to bottom, the pout seemingly forever etched onto his lips. at least, until you come back into his waiting arms.

"what do you usually do?" you ask, mentally rechecking whether you've forgotten to pack any of your things.

"wait for you to come back." the pout is replaced with a cheeky smile before it's gone again, the flirtatious glint in his eyes dimming. "i'll miss you. i miss you already."

"i'm still here you big baby," you say with a roll of your eyes before leaning in to press one final kiss on his lips. "but i'll miss you too."

you're halfway to the elevator, texting your friends to apologize for the delay when he runs over, shouting your name down the corridor.

you're really glad he doesn't have neighbors.

"can i kiss you again? this is the last one, i promise," he says, his hand making its way on your wrist when you turn to look back at him. at the irritated quirk of your eyebrow, he giggles.

"now?" you press, glancing at the watch on your wrist. "now? i'm already late. and i mean late, late. late as in, i might just miss my flight." you have an inkling feeling that's what he's trying to achieve.

"now is preferable," he nods with a determined look on his face, squeezing your wrist in affection. "please," he adds with a pout when you hesitate for a brief second.

sighing, you take a few steps towards him, watching as he perks up. "you know i can't say no when you look at me like that," you say as you drop your luggage to wrap both hands around his shoulders.

"like what?" there's a shadow of a smirk on his lips as he pulls you in by the waist, pressing you into his chest. "with my handsome face and charming eyes?" his eyes soften when you let out a chuckle. "ever think that's why i look at you like that?"

"oh, i know. you sly devil." you say with a cheeky smile. you watch as he closes his eyes, leaning in to press a kiss that has your heart beating out of your chest. "i love you," you mumble as he leans back, his hands retreating back into his pockets, fingers playing with something under the fabric.

"i love you too," he nods with a lovesick grin, lifting a hand to push you towards the lift. "now go before you actually miss your flight."

his sweet smile and wave are the last thing you see before the elevator door closes, and you finally leave for hawaii.

bonus:

"hi, baby." your laugh fills the airport as kaiser lifts you into a hug, his eyes twinkling, and his hand tight around your waist. you hum, following his lead as he helps with your luggage. "did you miss me?"

"do you even have to ask?" he rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, nuzzling his nose against yours. "let's go home. i want you all to myself for the next few days."

"few days?" you raise an eyebrow, leaning your hand on his shoulder as he leads you out of the airport. "what about germany?"

"eh," he shrugs with a mischievous smile, taking your hand and pressing a kiss on it. "wanted to relax a bit more before heading back."

he eyes your other hand and the small bag in it, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before asking, "what's in the bag?"

"oh right!" jostling, you take your hand from his and dig into the bag, pulling out its content. "i got you a panda!" you say with a grin, showing the black-and-white plush doll to his face.

"and the most important detail!" you tug at the label on the panda's hip, stretching it for him to read. "imported from china, babe."

the rest of the airport stares in confusion as kaiser laughs like a mad man.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser imagines #kaiser x reader #kaiser imagines #michael kaiser fluff #michael kaiser x y/n #michael kaiser x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x you #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #kaiser fluff

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wifeofasith · 5 months

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Warnings — Angst & Fluff, Professor x Student relationship, reader feels inferior, implied smut, descriptions of sex, inappropriate touching (brief), degrading (brief), reader's jealous, Anakin has anger issues, word 'homicidal' mentioned, neglection, Anakin is slightly aggressive.

Word count — 2.3k

Notes — Another lovely request, loved it! I'm not too good at angst because anything that doesn't involve Anakin being head over heels for the reader makes my heart ache, whoops. Also, REAL sorry if somebody's name's Janette, I love the name but reader calls her a slut.

"Dismissed." Professor Skywalker tosses his glasses aside and leans back in his chair. A delicate frown is present between his eyebrows.

He hadn't looked at you once.

An hour-and-a-half-long lecture and not one stare at you. Not a glance at the outfit you so carefully picked for him; the absence of his touch was already unbearable, but the way he avoided your darting eyes broke your heart. You wanted him to look at you. To look at you the way he does at night.

You look at his hands, slender fingers gripping the chalk; they're supposed to be on you. Gripping your hips to push himself deeper into you, holding your wrists, caressing your waist, and kneading the delicate flesh of your thighs when he pushes them back over his broad shoulders... Why isn't he looking at you?

You stuff your books into your tote, zipping it up with a forceful pull, purposely creating an irritating sound in your last attempts to get his attention. You feel a disappointed twitch in your eyebrow when he remains seated, toying with his pen while staring down at somebody else's essay.

One of the students makes her way towards his desk, slipping him another report while batting her lashes in an attempt to ease his feelings about turning in late. She leans forward, pointing at something while trying to explain herself, a cover up to push her clevage to his eye level. He takes her paper and piles it up with all the other works, nodding at the little tease and sending her off with a comment about how he won't tolerate it ever again. You wonder if his pants get a little bit tighter at the sight of her too.

You leave last. You always do. Despite his obvious uninterest in entertaining your need for his attention, you give him one last chance.

"I'll pick you up at six." He mutters, still not looking at you.

Your silence obviously disturbs him; you don't greet his preposition with a smile and an eager puppy-like nod like you usually do.

"That's alright with you, darlin'?" He adds with a raspy voice, glancing in your direction.

Your heart sinks and insides flutter when the vibration of his tone reaches your ears. How can he do this to you? How can he pretend like you don't exist and then dare to offer his nighttime company? And yet, you want nothing else but to feel his lips all over your body again, even at the price of your dignity. You find enough self-respect to slam the door in his face.

With 6 p.m. approaching, you find yourself sitting at your vanity mirror and trying to decide if your body's mere worth is some cheap lip gloss and a skimpy dress for your professor to tear off as soon as he parks his black Chevy somewhere secluded enough.

Before you know it, he's outside your house. You watch him get out of his car, flicking the ashes of his cigarette onto the concrete and tossing the butt somewhere in the grass. He adjusts the collar of his shirt and knocks on your door.

You wait. Ten seconds, twenty, half a minute. Your heartbeat increases with each passing blink of time, and you're pretty sure he knows you're doing it on purpose. Eventually, you decide that you won't offer for him to come in. Grabbing your jacket and purse, you make your way out.

"Hi, love." He greets you with a smile, which is entirely different from how he's behaving during lectures. He's welcoming, almost sweet; maybe it's just a silly trick to make you crave his attention, thus allowing him to strip you off your panties quicker.

Anakin leans in to peck your cheek, which you dodge by turning around to lock your doors. He waits for the lock to click in place before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

"You're mad. Why?" His lips brush over your clothed shoulder.

He can feel how your body quivers when you swallow a lump that's been in your throat since 8 a.m. You hate how loving he can be; you hate how he manipulates you with his touch, making you feel like you're more than just a naive student for him. You hate it, and you crave it. His hands are warm on your waist, and you can feel your cheeks getting hotter from the forming tears.

"Darlin'?" He kisses your pulse point gently, waiting for you to speak.

"Let's go." You blink the wetness off your eyelids and head towards his car. Your sides instantly shiver when they aren't shielded by his grip.

Anakin starts the car in silence, giving you an uncomfortable look at how you didn't even allow him to open the door for you. The engine roars to life, and he's about to drive off when he leans across your body.

"Seatbelt, darlin'." He doesn't wait for you to reach for it — he's already buckling you in.

"Why don't you look at me?" You begin speaking when he's out on the road.

"What do you mean, bunny? I am. You look gorgeous. Like every night." His hand leaves the gearstick and finds place on your knee, gently caressing the inside of your thigh.

"During lectures. You'd rather look at some slut like Janette instead of me." You cut him off, complaining about the unfairness of his actions.

"And you?" He laughs. Mockingly. "You are not a slut? Spreading your legs whenever I call you." His hand on your thigh glides up to brush against your panties. "But you like it when I call you that, don't you?"

He doesn't take you seriously at all. He is oblivious to the fact that his words claw a gaping hole in your chest, leaving your heart sore and lungs collapsing at the attempts to hold your pains. You push his hand off your core in a disgusted manner and shut your legs close.

"You're seriously mad at me?" He shifts gears, and you feel how the vehicle starts speeding, your body tensing in alertness.

You know he's not going to hurt you, not physically, and yet you can't stop shuddering. Your cheeks heat up once more, and this time there is no strength in you to stop the inevitable.

"I treat you well, don't I? Do you know how you'd be treated if I were somebody else?!" The highway is ending as he's taking a turn towards your usual spot of desire. His tone is increasing with every word.

"Drive me home!" You slap the panel, hysteria in your voice is present as thick tears drop onto your lap.

"You're not going anywhere!" He stops the car on the sidewalk, not making his full way into the forest. That's when he can finally see your mascara-stained cheeks.

Anakin groans at the sight; his fingers curl into fists as he pounds onto the steering wheel. "You're so fucking-" He groans again, trying to stop himself from saying something he'll regret later, and leans to rest his head, sighing deeply.

The car fills with your sobs and sniffles. You sit there, buckled up like a child who's been denied candy, and weep. Anakin lets out a sigh and frees himself from the seatbelt, clicking yours off too.

"Come here."

"No! I'm done doing this; I'm done letting you use me like I'm worthless!"

He sighs again, rubbing his face aggressively, trying his best to contain his anger and focus on how your whines are hurting his ears and heart.

"It's okay, come here, bunny." He places his hand on the back of your head and pulls you to lean on his shoulder. Pathetically, you wrap your arms around his neck and continue sobbing into his button-up. "There she is; come here." He grabs you by the waist and pulls, guiding you to climb out of your seat and onto his lap.

Unfortunately, his gesture only forces more tears. You rest your head on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. He cradles your quivering body to his chest, one arm wrapped around your legs and the other keeping you in place by your back.

"Silly girl, you've ruined your make up." He wipes your cheeks with his sleeve, black ink staining the cotton. "I'd never force you, you know that? If you don't want to, you don't need to go with me, yeah?" His anger seems to be ceasing, and you wish your despair was too. His attempts to comfort you are bittersweet.

"You said I was the prettiest girl... You always say that; you touch me, you- you... How can you do this? Why don't I matter to you?" Words spill from your mouth; endless thoughts are rushing through your mind, and your tongue is unable to catch up with all of them. And his hands. His hands, his hands, his hands. His hands are holding you, caressing you, wiping away your tears, and it hurts, hurts, hurts so bad you want to tear his perfect face off his skull and drive his stupid Camaro into a lake.

"You are, you are the prettiest girl; you're the perfect girl, bunny, my perfect girl, okay? Of course you matter." He seems to be pretty unaware of your homicidal ideas because he keeps stroking your hair, trying to console you. "Of course you matter; look at me." He cups your cheek and forces you to face him.

"Why won't you look at me?" You manage to form a full sentence, uninterrupted by little sniffles.

"Well because..." He sighs. "You know it's not right. We can't have people know about us." His finger gently brushes a strand of your hair off your cheek. "You're my student. A good one at that; I wouldn't want anybody to think your A's are earned with your pretty little pussy." He chuckles at his crappy attempt to make you laugh.

"So you'd rather hurt me?" Your eyebrows furrow, and anger slowly replaces sadness at how naive he thinks you are. "What could a little glance give away? A little praise? A text message about my pretty clothes when nobody's looking?!" Anakin is getting a taste of his own medicine, feeling the exact same emotions you feel when he shouts at you for being sensitive.

"Well, that's the thing, darlin', somebody is always looking. I don't want to risk it; you have to understand..." He coos at you gently, his lips pressing against your cheeks. "You're such a sweet girl; I can't put you at risk, why don't you get it?"

You knew that it wasn't just you. He had to protect himself too; he was a well-respected professor, his career was great, he was loved, but... But still. Your little heart couldn't comprehend the fact that your love wasn't enough for him. That he didn't love you a bit more to show some affection that wouldn't involve an orgasm eventually.

"I just... I just want to feel like I matter..." You sniffle the last tears away; there is disappointment in your voice. You are aware that this relationship is not meant to go anywhere, and you wish he'd deny that. Even if deep down, you both would know it's a lie.

"You do, bunny, of course you do. Do you have any idea how it's hurting me too? To have you crying in my arms..." Anakin cradles you closer to himself. "I just wish you could be happy, sweet girl. I'm sorry I've done this to your heart, I'm sorry for ever laying my hands on you..." He kisses your cheek, trailing up to your temple, and sighs. "I'm so sorry, darlin'..."

You sit there in silence, the headlights of cars passing in the distance casting short flashes of light over you both. The car's getting colder, and Anakin tries his best to embrace you and keep your body warm.

"Let's get you home, bunny." He caresses the back of your head, touching it so delicately that you'd think you were made of porcelain. "You should get some rest."

Home? No. No, no no no. You don't want to go home. You want to stay. You want to be held, and you need his arms to caress you. You can't go home and rot in self-pity the whole night. You need him.

But you can't say that; the words are stuck in your throat, and you're pretty sure he wouldn't be able to understand the depth of your feelings. So you cling onto him, your arms squeeze his body impossibly close, as if doing that could close a wound that's open inside of you.

Anakin chuckles softly. "You don't want to go, do you?" He nuzzles his nose into your cheek and kisses it. "That's okay. I don't want to let go of you either. I just love holding you, precious."

"Can I stay with you?" You hesitantly whisper in the crook of his neck; his skin shivers under your lips.

"For the night?" He pulls away slightly to gaze into your eyes. Tomorrow's Saturday, and you can seriously see him considering bringing you home.

"I don't want to be alone."

He smiles warmly, his hand cups your cheek once again, and gently kisses your lips, lingering for a moment. "I was about to ask you." He smiles and pecks your forehead. You know he's lying, but he couldn't tell you no when your doe eyes stare at him pleadingly and the thought of you crying yourself to sleep stabs his heart.

"Let's go, bunny. Get you a milkshake, mmm? Then I'll cuddle my princess to sleep. I can't bear seeing your little heart ache." He urges you to move off his lap and back into your seat.

You can swear his hands were trembling ever so slightly when he put the key back into ignition and started the car. Maybe this time he'll love you in a way so the pleasure fills your heart instead.

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catfern · 1 year

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nsfw alphabet w ellie

pairing: ellie williams x reader

music: me and your mama - childish gambino

word count: 3.1k (whoops)

warnings: strap usage, masturbation, A VIBRATOR?? (briefly), possessiveness, slightly pervy!ellie, worship / praise kink mentioned, predator / prey kink mentioned, this is just porn.

an: the nsfw alphabet is all i know. i see it in my sleep. seriously i planned on doing this for ellie but i didn't expect i'd go this quickly. at least now i know the alphabet off by heart (i didn't know it before im dumb dumb stupid)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ellie is all. for. it. she goes all out even. she knows she can be rough, she has self awareness, and she is hyper aware of just how fragile you can be. she needs to take care of you. she’ll run a bath, light some candles, or let you slip your full body weight on her as you doze in and out, sleeping through your orgasm(s). it doesn’t matter, anything that brings you from that fuzzy, pussydrunk slut that she loves to torment back to her kind, loving girl is anything worth doing.

she’ll sit on the side of the cold porcelain bath, stroking the muscle aches out of your legs and taking the care to run the warm water along your lower belly. she’ll watch as your breathing slows, your head sinking slowly. and then she’ll carry you to bed, hide you away under the blankets to recover from the reckoning that is her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ellie is in love with your hips. it’s a perfect anchor point for her hands when she’s holding you, obsessing over you. she feels along the sculpt of them with her finger tips, memorising the bone structure, the softness of the skin. she’ll sketch them in her journal, rough and undefined, obsessive and raspy. She is obsessed! She’ll hold onto them as she moves her way up and down your body, pressing wet kisses from chest to navel. she'll press small bruises into the sides as she loses herself in your cunt, trying desperately to hold onto to the tangible reality of you.

honestly? ellie really likes her arms. she was always seen as this scrawny little snot-nosed kid, so growing up and growing into her stocky frame, broad shoulders and toned arms, it’s something she’s proud of. and of course, her arms lift you up against the wall, her arms drive the power as she stretches her fingers in your walls. so of course, her arms are a fan-favourite as well.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

god, ellie is savage.

your cum is sweet, a nectar on her lips worth tasting. she’ll lick her way up your inner thigh, tasting you like wine. she’ll bring her fingers to her lips, sucking the white lace with a fervour, your smell all over her, in all of her senses. there’s no escaping you, your taste. it’s almost unnatural, otherworldly, the hold you have on her when her head is between your legs. she is both briefly and forever yours, bound to you through the sickening sweetness of your slick.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i mean… ellie is a switch.

she tries her HARDEST to never let it show. she is, after all, the protector, the big tough fighter who swings unrestrained at anyone who looks at you with malice. but.

she just loves you so so much. and you’re so.. so.. beautiful.

it’s really mean of ANYONE to assume she wouldn’t swallow her pride and fall on her knees for you, with soft hands and pleas to let her in and let her taste you. she actually really really loves when you’re a tease, and you’re a little confident. she loves it because she can find her place so easily in your shadow, following you like a lovesick puppy, ready to do anything you want her to. hold her hand and take her anywhere, she’d follow willingly and with a little grin.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she’s definitely on the more experienced side of things. she’s a slut what who said that?! nah, she fucks around, she likes to try things out! so when she finally finally lands you, she knows her way around. she likes to brag about how little time it took for her to figure you out, but honestly, it’s not like you were hiding anything. she definitely shows off her experience in how confidently she fucks you, in how relentlessly she ignores your pleas to stop because she knows you’re just sensitive and she knows you can go another round.

Shh, babe, you can take it. I know you can.

Just shut up and let me make you feel good. You know I can, stop fucking around.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ellie is all about having you in her lap. your legs spread, wrapped around her torso as she holds you, buries herself in your neck as her fingers dive inside you. feeling the way your ass grinds against her thighs as you beg for release, for friction against your puffy clit. fuck, and the access (!!) it gives her to your tits, to palm them, grab at the fat and grip them, pulling at your nipples roughly to send soft stings down your spine. holding onto the small of your back as you throw your head back, anchoring you to her as if there were no real separation.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ellie is a class-A shithead, and it’s really no different during sex. she’s a tease, she likes to poke fun at you, especially if you’re laying, dazed and fucked out.

Aw, look at you. Jeez, you really can’t take much, can you?

She’s really just an asker of questions, especially when she knows you don’t really have the words to string an answer together. This can be serious or teasing, but either way, it’s ellie reminding you just exactly why you put up with her ratbag attitude.

What did you say, babe? Speak up, I can’t hear you.

Tell me how you like it or we won’t keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ellie does not give one single, flying fuck what she looks like downstairs. as long as it’s not unruly, and doesn’t get in the way, she’s fine with it. in fact, does she even understand the concept of being completely bare? absolutely not. it’s ridiculous in her mind. a waste of time. she trims back only the necessary, to look and keep relatively clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she’s never read any romance, or watched any romance. she’s not a consumer of romantic media but god, does she hit every fucking mark when she wants to. the soft, tender kisses, the slow hands, the praise. she can be very romantic when she wants to be, when the pendulum of her personality is sitting perfectly between her two extremes; her warm infatuation and her cold command.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ellie got off to you way before anything romantic happened, shamefully. Just ask her journal. She’d hunch over it at night, in such unnatural and possessive form, obsessing over the peek of your stomach she saw that day, or the curve of your waist as you walked. Or more often than not, she’d piece together how you looked under all those layers, drawn in harsh charcoal lines. daydreaming about what it would feel like to have your hands on her legs, ghosting their way into her thighs. how it would be to have you under her, those perfect tits bouncing at her command as she thrusts her fingers, slick with your imagined cum, inside you.

after you two got together though, she’d snapshot every piece of you in surprising detail, shoving her hand in her pants at the memory of you. at everything she got to do to you, to do to the body she daydreamed about.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ellie is the duality of man. she most definitely has a worship and praise kink, it goes with her obsessive side. she has painted you in every crevice of her being, and sees you in her peripheral vision by design. you’re everywhere she is, so naturally, she worships you. you, a deity, her, a disciple, she’ll kiss you tenderly, on her knees as she sings praise in your ear. and the moment you return it, with kind words and you’re so good, baby, thank you. FUCK. she’s all over you, gently, but passionately, worshipping every part of you like you were pieced together solely to be god’s divine on earth.

when she’s less obsessive, she’s possessive. hers, hers, hers. she would keep you all to herself if she could, it’s all she really thinks about. i feel like ellie would definitely develop a bit of a predator / prey kink (@bambiesfics her fic is the direct inspo) because of her primal need to have you, to cage you. you belong to no one else, and you’re hers to do with what she pleases, which is always making sure you feel perfect.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

gonna repeat myself AGAIN! when you get involved with ellie williams, you are all hers. there’s absolutely no sharing, no showing, no knowing. she’ll fuck you in the house, all doors locked, all curtains closed. one hand over your mouth, the other stretching your walls viciously, there’s absolutely no aspect of you that she’s willing to escape to the eyes and ears of others.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

a dress. any dress. going commando, having no bra, bending over, grinding on her, dancing on her, the list goes on, but we’d be here all night if i were to do that. seriously, just you, but especially you in a sluttier form. keeping certain parts of yourself uninhibited, all for her, or at least she likes to think that. god. one time you wore nothing but an apron LORD. that really was all for her. any time you’re willing do anything just for her and no one else, the knot ever so tightens in her stomach.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ellie would never hurt you. there’s a little leeway, with a light slap to keep you focused, or the absolute abuse she hurls at your ass and cunt when she has the opportunity, but really, truly, properly hurting you. she knows that some people really like it! but she could never. you’re too precious to her, it hurts her soft side too much to let it slide. she is that big strong man, after all. she’s gotta protect what’s hers.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ellie is all about the giving (service sub much!!). she loves the sounds you make, the feeling of your legs clamping around her head like a gilded cage she begged to be in. and god, is she good at her job. she’s gentle most of the time , takes her time, listens to the softest of moans that slip through your lips, feels for your heartbeat on her tongue to know exactly when to dive her tongue inside you like she’s starved.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it rlly does depend. like i’ve said, she loves to take her time with you, unravel you slowly like a ribbon in a knot, working her fingers into your gaps to pull you apart with precision.

sometimes though, it’s just not enough. she gets jealous easy, and her jealousy isn’t pretty or whiney or healthy. her jealousy leaves bruises, and bites. her jealousy drives your head into the headboard relentlessly, beating you down into the rhythm in her head. mine, mine, mine. she’s fast, she’s uneven, for once, it’s not about you. it’s not even about her. her ruts and growls are primal, something completely untouched, the energy is raw, unforgiving, toxic as she rams into you at top speed, little regard for your choked moans or pleas to slow. you deserve this, she deserves this.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickie? don’t know her. as desperate as ellie is for your touch, your taste, she thinks its only deserving that she devotes her time to you, to show you how much she cares for you, wants to make you feel good. plus, there’s a million things she wants to do to you while fucking you, so pulling you aside for a minute isn’t really gonna cut it.

and of course, it comes with the added bonus of making you wait. she loves a needy girl. so desperate and whiney, pleading with her for just 5 minutes of her valuable time. and she’ll turn to you, with a wild smirk, and tell you to wait. she’s busy, she can’t deal with you right now. god, your disappointment is tempting, but it’s even better to come home to you waiting for her, yearning, wet and pliant like a good girl.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i mean, she’s an adrenaline junkie, so definitely. if you have an idea in mind, she’s happy to try it. as long as it sounds fun, and includes her getting to smack your ass once in a while, she’s game.

taking risks during sex, however, isn’t reallyellie’s thing, unless you ask of course. She’s mean, she’s unhinged and a little bit pervy, but consent is her top priority! she never, ever wants to make you uncomfortable, or hurt being around her, so she’s not risking doing anything you wouldn’t like.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ellie is surprisingly steadfast. she doesn’t tire quick, she doesn’t let herself falter. sometimes, sometimes, she slows. gets too caught in the thick haze, the dull noise of your moans underneath her, the buzzing pleasure in her cunt. but she picks herself up quick. most of the time, your needs come first, and she keeps a personal best, in her journal, of how many times she’s made you come back to back, so she likes to push her limits.

usually, when the tables are turned, she can only last one round though. poor, sensitive girl. she can't take much, handle her with care.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ellie has a strap, sure. but c’mon, she’s a bit more creative than that. she enjoys the roughness that using a strap brings, but feeling you, actually feeling you. that’s different. stretching her fingers inside your puffy walls like she’s never known the feeling of anything else, manoeuvring with the precision that only a guitarist’s fingers could have, that a strap could never offer.

she does, however, like the jaunt of your hips when she has a vibrator on your clit. it’s big, it’s loud, it’s purple, it tells everyone exactly what you’re up to, but she doesn’t care. she watches how your eyes screw shut, how your legs move to close but she stops them, pinning one knee down on the bed with a harsh push. and she’s gotta admit, the feeling of the slight vibrations in one hand, as the other pushes inside of you, strong, slow. okay, okay, maybe she does like some toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ellie is brooding, and grumpy, yeah, but she’s also fun. she loves to tease, to remind you of all the little sounds you make, all the things you blurt out during sex that you probably wouldn’t have said otherwise.

Don’t worry, darling. mommy will get that for you.

Come on! I wanna hear you say it again, it just sounded so good rolling off those pretty lips.

when she’s really horny which is all the time, she’ll tease you in public spaces. out in the club? she’ll brush a hand over your clothed clit while dancing. what? she didn’t do anything, ‘don’t look at me like that’. out to dinner? she’ll whisper all the things she’d really like to be doing with you on top of that table. Don’t act shocked.

Then, when the night is over, she’ll run a finger along your wet slit, and smile, like it’s a prize.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ellie is LOUD. she’s all in for the effort, the strain. she grunts as she pounds into you, like an animal. crazed and low. she’ll moan into your pussy like a bitch in heat, sending the vibrations running up your spine. she loses herself in you, loses all inhibition. there’s no secrets with ellie. you’ll know exactly how good you make her feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ellie really enjoys girls with long nails! i can hear the masses coming for me now with pitchforks and torches, but hear me out!!

listen, longer nails, ACRYLICS?, stroking down the back of her neck as you hold her, digging into her shoulder blades as she slams into you.. i mean. she’s all about leaving marks, both on you and herself. she enjoys showing off the vicious red streaks you leave on her back when she’s inside you, and on her shoulders as she’s eating you out. it’s a reminder to everyone who she belongs to.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ellie is toned. she’s not rlly a gym rat, so her muscle sits where she uses it most. she has incredibly strong legs, surprise surprise, from casual jogs and full-on, run-for-your-life sprints. she has sleek, muscular arms from carrying heavy duty weapons, and her back muscles are insane, you’d think she does laps and laps around a pool every day. she’s scrawnier around her shoulders, but it weighs even with her frame. and nothing gets in the way of her holding your body weight on her forearms as she dives into your throbbing cunt.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

oh, she yearns. fuck, just about anything you wear, or anything you do, gets her even slightly buzzing. she loves her soft moments with you, where she just holds you, dances with you, jokes with you, but you can count the days that didn’t end with sex on one hand. she needs you badly. and yeah, she has, and will continue to, beg for it, just in case you were wondering.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ellie doesn’t like, leave planet earth right after finishing. she’s tired, but she knows you’re so much worse for wear than she is. so she’ll take the time to care for you, hold you close and whisper sweet things, and then, as your breathing slows, and your body slumps, she passes out. like you could not get a hold of her if you were blasting an emergency siren in her ear canal. she doesn’t wake up until she’s scheduled to, until the shrill, familiar tones of her alarm clock jolt her awake (which, lets be honest, she sleeps until like, 1pm). if you need her before that time, go ask someone else. she will not help you.

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scriblubed-bonnibel · 6 months

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Super Blind

Close friends to lovers | Jordan Li x (gn)reader

Reader will use they/them pronouns as well (lets go nonbinaries woooh <3) Just some oneshot I’ve been brain rotting about while scrolling through tumblr.

Summary: Jordan and y/n have been flirting every now and then but can’t seem to confess. One day they just… do.

Context: reader has powers that affect their emotions. Be it taking them from others, making them feel emotions, just reading their emotions, and sometimes they can even exude their emotions; having others feel it when closer to the reader.

Warnings: bad language, cute moments, kissing

If you aren’t ok with the whole “switching between masc and fem” thing then feel free to click off (tho i doubt it cause ure reading a Jordan Li fic so yeah)

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“Emma I don’t know anymore! Jordan’s probably high fucking some- fucking dude! And I’m here lonely-“ “hey!” Emma looks at me offended, “and ranting to my best friend about my crush for like what- years now!” Emma stands up and puts her hands on my shoulders, “hey, if it’s worth anything. JORDAN TOTALLY FUCKING LIKES YOU YOU IDIOT.” She shakes me back and forth.

“You’re just saying that” I brush her off and flop on my bed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She looks at me dumbfounded and as if I said the stupidest thing ever. “They literally gaze at you. And did you not notice the fact that uhhh you have flowers on your desk from them!” She gestures to the small flower arrangement on my desk.

“Big whoop. They got those flowers for me after I recovered from that stupid slip.” I rolled my eyes at her. “This-“ Emma trails off in frustration and face palms. “Listen, I’m just saying, Jordan, one of the top students, most probably maybe possibly has a crush on you maybe wants to even fuck you!” I laugh at her and just pull the covers over myself. “I doubt it! Now leave cause I’m pretty sure you’re late for one of your classes.”

“OH SHI-“ she’s cut off by the sound of a door slamming shut. “Loser” I laugh and close my eyes under the blanket, trying to just forget about Jordan… Jordan… Jordan… and.. y/n. Y/n and Jordan. A dreamy sigh escapes my lips as I swoon once more. Without even realizing, sleep takes over me.

Gentle knocks from my door wakes me up. “Emma for the last time my door is always open!!” I yell. “You lock your door once when she wants to visit and she just forgets it’s always open..” I grumble. The door opens slowly. “Y/n..?” Jordan’s voice calls out.

wait

Jordan’s. Voice? Their. Voice? Panic shoots through me as I sit up in distress. “Jordan-“ i cough quickly to try to sound less panicked, “uh- ahem Jordan! Hey, hi! DONT COME IN- I’m- my room is a mess-“ I look around and see the door still cracked a little bit. “Not- not looking! Just wanted you to know it’s me!” They say, laughing softly… I sigh again… their laugh- FIX YOUR ROOM AND YOURSELF GET IT TOGETHER.

I run to the full body mirror and fix myself up. Taming my bedhead, adjusting my sleeping shirt and shorts, making sure I look normal but also… maybe a tiny little bit cute. I fix up the random clutter on the floor and spray a little bit of cologne everywhere.

I get to the door and put my hand on my heart to sorta calm down. Okay… one.. two.. three and-

There is no denying how stupidly in love I looked the moment I opened the door to see them in their feminine. Eyes softened, lips in a content smile, and sighing dreamily. “Hi~” I breathed out, still swooning. They dont help my case at all when they smirk and look at me in a similar manner. “Hi…” they trail off, blinking a few times before getting both of us out of our trance.

“Sorry for uhh the whole emotion wafting off of me. Still learning how to control it.” I laugh awkwardly. They wave their hand in a ‘nah dont worry’ motion, “Y/n you know I dont mind that at all. We’re all learning.” We both smile briefly, “so, whatcha doing here?” I open the door wider and sit on my bed. They enter, closing the door behind them, and sit next to me. “I uhh honestly…” I wasn’t looking at them, too busy fiddling with my hands, but I heard them change into their masculine form. “I was just around.. and wanted to hang with you…” ‘hang out.. with me?’ I thought before I looked at them.

They were.. already looking at me. A blush slowly crept up on my face as I internally panicked, replying to cover up my distress. “Uhh yeah sure, we could invite Cate for a girls time, or maybe have Emma ditch for I dont know-” I get cut off “why not just us?” They ask, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just us?” I repeat. “Y’know… just Y/n and Jordan. Just us.” Their gaze is turned away for some reason.. “I MEAN- if you don’t want to then yeah of course Kate could come arou-” they began to ramble but I touch their hand gently, focusing on calming their emotions down.

“I would like that” I smile. “Yeah..? Like a date right that’s what I’m trying to invite you to” they clarify, their emotions wafting to me… infatuation, swooning, happiness… ‘they’re happy…’. I smile and nod happily.

They stand up and offer their hand, then an uncertainty surfaces on their face. “Uhm… do you want feminine or masculine..?” They ask still in their masculine form. “Are you shitting me? How many times do I have to say this. Anything is fine as long as it’s what you want and what you feel like.” I smile up at them and stand from the bed to give them a quick hug. I hear them changing into their feminine form/nothing change as they decide to remain in their masculine form and push them to face away from me. I smile, feeling more comfortable with them again, dropping the whole “in love with you” deal and being my authentic self.

“Now don’t fucking peak, lemme just change clothes.” I said as I looked at my closet. “Where’re we going again?”

Jordan’s POV

‘I cannot fucking believe they said yes- I mean I know Kate said they liked me but I was still unsure-‘ “Jordan!!! Helloooo?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Y/n shakes me from behind. “Earth to Jordannn, where are you taking meeeeee.” I chuckle at their antics, “just dress casual, we aren’t going to the fucking gala or something.” I laugh and I hear shuffling behind me. Tempted… I turn slowly- “not a fucking peep Jordan Li.” They say sternly. I laugh and put my hands up in defense “alright alright.”

Moments pass and I feel two taps on my shoulder. I turn and smile at them. Wearing such comfy yet cute clothes to our first date. Our first date. Damn.

Reader’s POV

Walking around with Jordan Li was normal. We would do this from time to time whenever stress got to us. But this was different. This was a fucking date. Like, hand brushing against each other, got coffee or tea kinda fucking date.

We decided to walk around campus, much to the distaste of Jordan. “You are sooo fucking lucky I put up with your goody-two-shoes behavior” they tell me, squinting playfully at me. “I am very lucky thank you.” I respond to spite them. They smile and shake their head.

We walk in comforting silence. It’s so strange how the context of a walk can change the whole way it feels. Normally we would just walk casually and we would talk about anything and everything. Shoving each other, being just friends. But now… it feels so… pure? I guess… like puppy love. Jordan taking glances at me and I would do the same. Whenever we meet eyes they’d chuckle as I look away shyly. They’re just… too sweet.

“Are you enjoying?”

I look up in surprise, not realizing we had stopped walking. “Yeah of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, worried I had done something wrong. “Just making sure, that’s all. Cause I wouldn’t want to be the only one enjoying our date” they smile at me sweetly. A worry forms in my stomach when my brain starts to go on hyperdrive. They aren’t… joking about this right…? My walls start building as I worry that Jordan was just put up to this for a stupid fucking prank.

Jordan takes my hand in worry, shifting to their masculine form. A tendency they did when they were worried about me. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” I pull my hand back slowly. “You aren’t.. doing this for a dare right.. cause- cause I know I’m not that good at hiding my crushes but if this was a fucking joke I swear-” I’m suddenly silenced as they pull me in close for a hug. “I know Y/n. If it’s a joke, you swear you’ll make me miserable for the rest of my life.” Their chest rumbles as they chuckle. “It’s not a joke… the only thing I had help with was ask Cate to make me go to your dorm and ask you out blatantly.”

I step back a little, “you what?” I laugh incredulously. “Listen! I keep hearing rumors that you like me but I never saw it! Cate always told me that I was Super-”

“Blind?” I finish their sentence. “Yeah, Emma told me the same thing” I shake my head and laugh in disbelief. “So… you do like me?” They ask, as they lift my chin to look into their eyes. My breath hitches and I nod quietly. “Good.. cause.. I like you too… maybe.. even more than like.” They smile and shift back to their feminine form, something they did.. when they felt comfortable with me.

Their hand on my chin slowly travelled to my cheek and soothingly rubbed it with their thumb. The blush from earlier creeps up again and I silently plead that Jordan can’t feel my face slowly heat up. They chuckle, “I never realized how cute you looked whenever you blush…” the warmth blooms past my cheeks and into my chest as the butterflies flutter more intensely. “Y/n..?” Jordan asks softly, their eyes not even trying to hide the fact that they’re looking at my lips. “Yes..?�� I reply just as softly.

“Can I.. kiss you?” I stop functioning the moment they stop talking. Unable to speak I do one slow and obvious nod to say yes. “Thank you” they smile and lean in lips barely touching, as if telling me that if I wanted to back out now, now is the time. But fuck that I’m getting that kiss.

I smile and kiss them deeply, tiptoeing a little bit to wrap my arms around their neck. The smile on our lips palpable and our emotions mixing with one another as pure happiness exudes from the both of us.

We part after a moment, smiling widely. They chuckle softly. “What’s so funny? Was my breath bad- did I hit your teeth? What is it what?!” I panicked.

“Nothing nothing!” They laugh, “Just… you’re so cute… I couldn’t stop feeling your butterflies wafting off of you ever since we started the date. And well.. every time you see me.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” I gasped and hit them playfully, they shift to their masculine form and held my hands together in front of me. “I didn’t tell you because…how could I tell the cutest person in the world,” they lean in and kiss me gently once more and whisper, “that even their emotions are cute?”

This person will be the end of me… and I love it.

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EEEE I’m so glad I got to finish this cksndjsz my brain cannot for the love of me stop thinking about Jordan. THEY’RE JUST SO CISJDJSZJ C U T E.

Anyways, feel free to give comments on how I can improve ! And ofc I hope you enjoyed ♡

Edit: holy f u c k- Im v surprised this is getting 300 notes 😭 im very glad people are enjoying !! College is just biting my ass but I’m writing other fics from other fandoms!

Take care always!

#jordan li x y/n #jordan li x reader #gen v fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #x reader #jordan li #gen v amazon #gen v #friends to lovers #jordan li imagine #oneshot

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avaf00rdxx · 3 months

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Just slipped

Leah Williamson x aus!reader

Ok most of this fic is just reader being a proud Matilda so whoops

Anyways enjoy!!

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Your threw your head back with a loud groan when Alessia slotted the ball into the back of the net, right past your sister. With four minutes left plus extra time, you were two points down and chances of getting to grand final for your country were quickly slipping through your fingers. You felt like tears could nearly start streaming down your face. But you took a large deep breath and patted Caitlin on the back, insisting you both keep your head in the game in these last moments and slot a goal in.

You were running around like a crazy woman, Your head was spinning, your heart had shattered, Tony was trying to yell something at you from the sidelines, you could hear the Aussie cheers coming from the sidelines. All of this should have encouraged you, but it made you want to ball your eyes out right there. You had let your country down. It felt like 1 hour later when the final whistle blew. You heard the screams and cheers of the English team erupt as you completely collapsed onto the pitch, you kneeled down and held your face in your hands.

You felt a presence come and pull your back up slightly so you could rest against them, it was a black jersey so you know it was your sister Mac.

“So so proud” she reassured you. You laid in her arms sobbing in her shoulder. Caitlin came over not even a minute later and you held each other. You didn’t realise the loss would hit you like a sack of rocks but it did.

Over Caitlin’s shoulder you looked at the large screen surrounding the fans. You bet your face was up there, bloodshot after crying. As you tucked your face further into Caitlin’s shoulder before you both got up and went to your other teammates. “I’m proud of you Caitlin” you said as you walked together.

“Thanks y/n, more proud of you, always” she said calmly.

You held Hayley close as the teary eyed girl held steady breaths on your shoulder.

You and your teammates soon found yourselves walking to the family section. Leah was invited onto the pitch at the end, after watching the match with your family and her brother, to quickly celebrate with her English team that she currently wasn’t playing with. She quickly jogged over to you when she saw you looking for her in the family section.

She lightly pulled at your hand when she made it to you. Her heart reaching at the lost and heartbroken look on your face. You turned to face her as she pulled you in close. You needed her most right now. Even if her country just beat yours and was heading to your biggest dream ; Australian World Cup final.

You found yourself tearing up again. “Oh my girl. My girl. You ran your heart out I watched every second and your every movement. You made me so proud. You made your teammates so proud. Your family and Australia. I love you I love you” she softly said to you as you let the tears fall even more.

“Thank you” you muffled trying to steady your breaths. You pulled away and turned towards the rest of your family. You saw Leah’s brother first and went to hug him, Leah hopping back over to the other side of the barricade. You saw Mackenzie pull away from your mum as you soon enough latched yourself onto her. Then your dad. And everyone else who took their time to come watch.

It felt like seconds later when you had already done your rounds of the stadium and were heading back into the locker room.

You walked in and saw a team huddle slowly start to form. You didn’t tucked in between Charli and Kyra as they quickly opened the space so you could shuffle in. Pulled them both in close and kissed both the younger girl’s cheeks.

You all listened to Sam with pride. Though All bummed about the result. But this wasn’t just the end. And the impact you had made on the nation was even bigger here.

You pulled Kyra into a long hug. Before you pulled away and saw that one cheeky grin on her face, she quickly grabbed her stuff before you already had your stuff in your hands. You started to sprint towards the showers before she did too, she shoved you fast against the bathroom door so you couldn’t get the last one. She quickly ran in and slammed the door, poking her tongue out and scrunching her nose at you.

“Fuck you” you mumbled with a smile, leaning against the wall waiting for another one of your friends to be quick in their shower. You pulled out your phone and spotted a text from Leah.

Leah❤️

Hey how are you feeling?

Text me when you get back

darling. I’ve made it back to the

hotel and I’ll come sneak into

your again later once your settled.

Give your mum another call, everyone

Is so proud of you and Mac tonight,

I love you y/n xxxx

Y/n💓💓

thank you baby I’ll do all of that

glad you made it home. ill

text you soon❤️

Alanna came out of one of the small shower rooms with her hair out and wet from the wash. You smiled at her as you walked in after her.

After washing your hair and leaning against the shower wall as the hot water streamed down your face, you finally turned off the shower and changed into some black sweat pants that were Leah’s and your Matilda’s puffer jacket.

Everyone was gathering their things and got onto the bus. “Hey” you said softly as you sat down next to Caitlin. Your sister and Alanna across from you. She smiled at you as you sat down, she immediately let her head rest in the crook of your neck, the full 90 minutes getting the best of her.

Once back at your hotel room you quickly called Leah “hey I’m back” you said softly once she picked up the phone.

“In coming” she very quickly replied before you heard a hanging up sound.

You were only laying in your bed again for a few more minutes before you heard a knock on your door. Leah was able to come over to your hotel room without being noticed by staff since you booked Leah’s accomodation for this week at the same hotel you were at.

“Hello you” she smiled softly as you opened the door for her to come in.

She enfolded you in a big hug and guided you both to lay down on the bed, still in each others arms. You were still down after tonight,

“How’s the girls?” You asked, noting towards the team that defeated you tonight, Leah’s team. Most of the girls were some of your best friends, so you were still happy for them slightly.

“Yeah they’re pretty glad. But now just really focused on the next game. That’s what I want of you. You should be so happy of your efforts, and also focusing on getting those points for the third place spot” she said facing down at you in her arms, the captain and mature attitude coming out. Which you always appreciated.

“I know and you’re right” you said snuggling closer into her. You both stayed like that as it kept on running through your head.

Every video for the Matilda’s media filmed, all those documentary scenes, all those pre-match discussions with the team, all those dreams, all those moments that you talked about winning the World Cup 2024. Completely. Crushed.

It brought you back to that feeling as the final whistle blew as you felt your eyes start to water again. You let everyone down. Your promised your country you would get there and you didn’t.

“I can’t believe this. We were so close and we just slipped at the end”

“No no baby it’s ok” Leah said with worry, after she felt a few tears drip onto her hoodie. “Oh my girl I’m so proud of you tonight. I know it’s annoying me saying that a million times . But you made so many young girls happy tonight around Australia, I saw about 5 young boys even with your last name on the back of their jersey. Think about this impact. You’re so incredible with what you do, and everyone knows it. I love you” she said calming you down. It did feel like to Leah she was running out of words and was just repeating the same words all night. But it really really meant the world to you.

“Will you stay?” You quietly asked from laying on top of her. “ I mean if your up early and quick enough we can get you back quickly to your hotel room and I can get back quickly enough to get to breakfast”

“Say quickly one more time” she chuckled. “And of course I will. Come on you then your boy sleeping in a puffer jacket next to me missy” she motioned for you to get up so you could get into a comfier top for bed.

“Also. Thanks for coming out to watch the tournament. I mean you watching England’s matches makes sense but making the time to fly for mine means the world to me. You’re the best wag I could have ever asked for” you giggled at the last part.

“Ok so was captain of her national team but no now she’s the best wag ok ok” she laughed letting go of your hand. As you quickly pulled it back to your waist and cuddled close to her. “And of course I’ve come to you out games I wouldn’t miss this for the world”

You grinned at her before you eyelids became to heavy to keep them open any longer.

@y/n.arnold on instagram…

#woso #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #matildas x reader #matildas #wwc 2023

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sea-lanterns · 1 year

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angey hear me out

yelan and gambling you off just to watch you either get fucked by another women of liyue

shes calculated and smart but sometimes her hand slips and whoops now ningguangs claws are holding you down on her fingers making them long slender things brush your gspot :(

sometimes even beidou beats her at a game off chess lucky for her she has a strap while she fucks you over the table they just played on. Yelan loves watching you sob n moan infront of her she gets a kick out of it, if she was being too mean she might let you suck on her tits for awhile :)

even if she plays against keqing or ganyu or sometimes even both your gonna have fun electro play with keqing zapping your thighs and then teleporting behind you just to zap your nipples watching you stagger and jolt everytime.

Ganyu is a sweetheart with you <3 sometimes too sweet…She cant hold her urges for long though she’ll probably scissor with you for hours and hours on end and leave teeth marks on your neck she even loves it when you pull her horns closer to you while she eats your pretty pussy out

not to mention ningguangs secrataries dont usually watch unless yelan wants to have a match with them but their too stupid to win sadly enough so you feel rewarded with those sessions since finally yelan was being sweet and not degrading you infront of the others she played with

i would love being the liyue qixings whore <3

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liyue women are my favorite how did you know 🦊 anon…? (;° ロ°)

when i first read this, i actually smiled because gosh i love all those women. enjoy this thirst because i have so, so much more to add on.

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oh to be yelan and the qixing women’s plaything. it’s not often that yelan loses to gambles but when she does, she pays heavily.

ningguang is usually the person to win out of all of them. she’s just as calculating as yelan, yet sometimes her luck works in her favor and she has you crawling over to her lap and taking her slender fingers inside you. her red, lipstick prints marking you all over your neck as she smirks and chastises yelan for losing such a pretty thing like you…

beidou is actually quite intelligent, though it’s not often that she wins yelan’s gambles. when she does however, yelan is in for a show as she enjoys how rough beidou manhandles your body. it is the complete opposite of how yelan treats you, as beidou has you quivering and bucking your hips back to meet her strap, the faux cock way, way bigger than what you usually take…

ganyu and keqing often win bets together. it’s a team effort to take down yelan, but it’s so worth it when they finally have you to themselves. keqing teasing your nipples with her electro as ganyu plops herself down on your face and makes you eat her out. a threesome so pretty yelan can’t even get jealous over you…

ningguang’s secretaries rarely ever win bets. so what usually ends up happening is yelan keeping you all to herself and toying with you in front of all the losing secretaries. the women all unable to keep their eyes off your sopping hole, while yelan stretches you deviously wide with her cold, long, fingers. sometimes, if they’re feeling bold, a few of the secretaries would start masturbating in front of you while they watch. yelan chuckling darkly to herself as she just spreads your legs wider for them to look…

#🫧hydration station #🦊 anon #yelan smut #ningguang smut #beidou smut #ganyu smut #keqing smut #yelan x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #ganyu x reader #keqing x reader

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behindthesoul · 4 months

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Hello!

Getting back into MK I was wondering how would Kenshi, Johnny and Raiden react if they were told that S/O had gone missing on Mission possible dead, and after a few days their s/o shows up bruised and snapped up but live?

Missing Mission

Masterlist

Warnings: bad injuries, hospitalization, alcohol mentions, not proofread, not my highest quality work

Kenshi

Silent and brooding.

One could practically feel the anger that seeped out his bones. If looks could kill, everyone in Kenshi’s vicinity would be dead; not many would risk their lives by making direct eye contact with him, even though they’re covered in red cloth.

Saying he was pissed off would be a complete understatement. The two of you had been together for about three years now. Kenshi thought of your future together daily - what do you mean it’s being taken away?

In quiet moments alone, Kenshi thinks about where you could be. You must be so scared, so alone, so injured…that is, if you were even alive. He chokes back tears at the pain of not having the closure of knowing what happened to you.

Weeks later, Kenshi’s semi-adjusted to his normal routine. He grieves you daily, but it’s mostly kept inside. He arrives home one day to feel that something’s off; something isn’t right. Sento in hand, he walks through his house, trying to figure out what was happening.

He eventually makes his way to the kitchen where you sat. You nurse a glass of whiskey and smirk.

“Took you long enough to get here. I’ve been waiting all day.”

Kenshi freezes, he doesn’t know if it’s truly you or if this is just some sick joke. You get off the chair you’re in, grunting in pain as your feet hit the ground, and walk over to him. Kenshi knows everything is real when your hand reaches over to caress his face.

He frowns as he feels a bandage wrapped around your hand. His frown morphs into a scowl after he leans over to plant a kiss on your lips, noting how you slightly wince from a small bruise that was planted in the area.

He pulls back and doesn’t know what to say. His breath is a bit shaky and his mind is racing. Words couldn’t explain the anguish of your disappearance, and the joy of your return. Kenshi wishes he could see you again, to be able to get a proper look at your injuries.

Your pain is temporarily ignored when you kiss him again.

Johnny

Uncharacteristically silent. Panic sets in almost immediately. I feel like Johnny would blame himself just a little bit. He already fucked up one relationship, why did he let another slip out his hand? What’s wrong with him?

Days turned into weeks, and Johnny spent each moment wallowing in pity. The pity soon becomes bitterness; no one could recognize who he was becoming.

It’s not long before Johnny forces himself to at least try to return to his normal self. He goes back to being the life of the party, cracking jokes left and right. Though, many notice that his jokes become more dry and lifeless.

He spends a lot of time outside. Home just isn’t the same anymore; it’s devoid of any love and laughter. Johnny only arrives home to sleep, only to feel his heart break once again as he crawls into an empty bed.

A month or two passes before Johnny gets a sudden call. It’s from the hospital, telling him that you’ve been found and-

Nothing else was heard. Johnny immediately raced to the hospital, possibly breaking several traffic laws in the process. Whoops.

He rushes into the hospital and finds your room in record time. Johnny feels his body getting heavier at the sight of you laying in the hospital bed, beaten and bruised. He couldn’t even begin counting the amount of injuries you had. Walking over to your bed and taking your hand in his, Johnny allows a few tears to fall.

You’re home, but you’re not okay.

Raiden

Quan Chi and Shang Tsung had escaped from their prison cells in Sun Do. Liu Kang sent you to Outworld to track them both down. You went alone, as Liu Kang had full faith and your abilities. He also wanted this mission to be completed as quietly as possible; the sorcerers would no doubt flee if they heard many Earthrealm champions were after them.

Your boyfriend didn’t hear about your mission until you already left. Raiden, just coming back from a mission of his own, was a bit upset that he didn’t get the chance to at least say goodbye.

He kept himself busy while waiting for your arrival. He hung out with Kung Lao, ate at Madam Bo’s, and spent time at the Wu Shi Academy. One week, you’d be back in one week. He could handle that.

But a week quickly became a month. Raiden definitely panicked but did his best to ease his own nerves. Lots of deep breathing and redirecting any negative thoughts that try to plague his mind.

Jumps into hero mode when Liu Kang confirms that you’ve truly gone missing. Helps plan an entire rescue mission and plans to find you alone. Liu Kang has to reel Raiden back to make sure he isn’t getting himself into trouble.

Along with a few other allies, Raiden travels to Outworld. He is met by Mileena and Kitana who assist with the search. Millions of thoughts of you being dead run through his mind and he, once again, forces those thoughts away.

The search only lasts for a few days before you’re found near a swamp behind Shang Tsung’s old laboratory. You set up a temporary shelter there so you could nurse your injuries; broken ribs, deep bruises and gashes, and a sprained ankle.

Raiden lets out a huge sigh of relief and rushes over to you. He hugs you as firmly as he can without hurting you more. Raiden looks into your eyes and shows a small smile.

“Just when I thought you were lost forever.”

Mileena and Kitana have you escorted to the palace infirmary where you stay until you’re fully healed. Raiden stays with you the entire time, making sure you never lift a finger.

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #kenshi x reader #johnny cage x reader #raiden mk x reader

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 7 months

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can i ask for literally any type of fluff romantic with sodapop? i’m in desperate need for that lol. hope your have an amazing day xx :)🫶🏻🫶🏻

Whoops

A/N: Thanks for the request! It's not my best work, at least I don't think so, but I really hope you enjoy it! And by the way, you've got such a pretty blog! Very nice to look at!

“You love me, right?”

Y/N looks up warily, folding their magazine in their lap. Those words, especially coming out of Soda's mouth, can never mean anything good. Slowly, as Sodapop approaches, Y/N pulls their feet back from where they had kicked them up on the front counter. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Sodapop flashes that movie star smile and leans back, hopping up next to the cash register. He kicks his feet in the air and smiles a little harder than he should be.

“Liar.”

The smile falters.

“I may...or may not have...told Darry that you’d be willing to cook dinner for the boys while he was out with his college buddies.”

“Sodapop Curtis, you didn't!”

His deep brown eyes drop to the floor, shoulders hunching as he draws his hands to his lap and fiddles nervously with his fingers. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, it just slipped out.”

Y/N sighs and reaches up, pinching the spot between their eyebrows. Dinner for the boys. Dinner for all of the boys. That’s a lot of mouths to feed. Especially if the boys are hungry from doing God knows what all day long.

“Everyone’s gonna be at your house?” Y/N asks after a moment in a quiet voice, not yet looking over at Sodapop. Even without looking, they can practically see the way he’s nodding, thrilled with the possibility of Y/N going along with his mistake.

“Yeah! Everybody! They’re gonna be there around six! ‘Cept for Dally, he might be a little late ‘cause he said he had somethin’ to take care of with Shepard."

With a dramatic sigh, Y/N lets their hand drop and nods as if they’re signing away their life and not just cooking dinner for a bunch of hungry boys. “I’ll do it.”

Sodapop beams. It’s brighter than his standard movie star smile, not so forced in the corners, and lights up all of his face, all the way up to his eyes. Y/N likes it a lot better than his movie star smile. Soda leans in to press a few short kisses to their cheek, murmuring grateful remarks against their skin.

When he pulls away, the smile is still there.

"I'm gonna go call, Dare," Soda murmurs as he slides of the counter, his hand grazing over the edge of Y/N's knee as he heads for the back of the DX. "You’re the greatest!”

“Yeah,” Y/N mutters with a pleased huff, kicking their feet back up and opening their magazine again as Soda walks away. “I am the greatest.”

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #via 252

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transfemarmin · 10 months

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“ compare me to gwen one more time and ima whoop you into next week in front of all of new york ..” you had threatened.. just days prior to this event; it wasn’t even miles saying it to your face, you would find journal entries, tweets, instagram story posts of just the dumbest shit you could ever muster.. miles always finding some sort of way to compare you to gwen. you thought you had made yourself clear; yes, the threat was unnecessary but sometimes it’s the only way to tell these thick skulled guys not to do something.

a sigh escaped your lips as you were scrolling on twitter; mindlessly until you saw it.

‘ sometimes I’m surprised how quick my girl can solve math problems..but gwen could do it quicker’

your jaw dropped; and you looked at the comments; seeing ganke telling miles to take this down because of your threat, multiple comments from who you knew was miles’ best friend.. advising him that if he didn’t want to be so purple people thought he was barney..to take that tweet down; you sucked your teeth as you tapped on his profile; and scrolled down; seeing the tweet was now deleted and replaced with a picture of you with

‘ I love my girlfriend!’ you liked the tweet; and commented under it; ‘ I love my boyfriend! :3’ just to throw him off; as you slammed your phone down on the bed; grumbling curse words to yourself as you pulled on a hoodie; and some jeans with a belt around your waist ; you slid your feet into some slides and made your way to miles’ home. while you never wanted to hurt the boy you loved; this had to be borderline cheating.. right? comparing you to a girl he used to love.. were you gonna take that disrespect? hell no.

his mother had made you a key.. seeing how serious the relationship between you two was; while you weren’t gonna use it.. because you were gonna wait for him to come outside or see you.. if it took too long you sure were gonna use it.. but you found there stood another spider person.. standing right below miles’ room; talking to him? you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion; as you called out to him;

“ miles?” now.. you had seen gwen before, but the two of them kept you in the dark enough for you not to know that she was spider-woman and he was spider-man. his head turned to you and he gasped; “ [name]! oh..uh what are you doing here?” his words were full of panic and his face looked the same way his words felt; you nodded you head; as you shrugged; “ here to see my boyfriend.” your tone was deadpan as you stared up at him.

that’s when the spiderwoman that was standing right below miles’ room window began to freak; “ w-what? miles you have a girlfriend? you didn’t say that! why were you drawing me if you had a girlfriend!” “ gwen-“ once miles let the name slip he knew he messed up; he bit his lip and shut his eyes as he knew you heard him; but when he opened his eyes you weren’t down on the ground like you were moments previously; “ where did she..?” his eyes searched for you around where his eyes could see;

“ did you see where she went?” he yelled down to gwen; who looked around as well; and even swung around nearby buildings; when she swung herself back into miles’ room; she shook her head; taking her mask off. “ no..” gwen couldn’t even look at miles. “ why…why do you have a girlfriend if you aren’t-“ she started before you kicked the door open; belt in hand.

“ i warned you! you better act like you got some damn sense next fucking time!” that’s when the belt first made contact with his skin; and he let out a yelp; and the burning pain kept coming; anger in your eyes; yells of pain and pleas for you to stop coming out his mouth; you did; only having hit him with the belt a smooth five or six times; gwen stood there in shock; she couldn’t believe you had just did that; her first instinct was to go to his side to ask if he was okay; but she stayed in the place she was; an awkward look on her face

“ bet you won’t say gwen can solve a math problem quicker than me now.. bet you won’t say I could never pull off gwen’s hairstyle now.. bet you will never.. say some slick shit out your mouth again!” you kept yelling at him; as you threw the belt to the ground; as it was his in the first place; that you had stolen in order to wear his jeans when you had spelled soda on your own at a barbecue months prior.. the words you threw at him were only the most minor things he had said to you over the months.

and then you kneeled down next to him; as he was groaning, he was bruised a bit here and there but nothing he couldn’t walk off; “ you good?” you asked as you helped him to his feet after that; miles gave a weak nod as he winced; a hand on his lower back, and an embarrassed look on his face as he knew gwen had witnessed that; “ yes..yes..” he mumbled out; you nodded and looked him up and down; “ next time I see something about you comparing me to gwen.. you not only getting your ass whooped worse than what I did today.. but you gon be single too.” you warned; honestly..gwen was surprised you didn’t break up with him then; but the girl felt out of place.

“ uhm…miles.. im.. gonna..” she gestured towards the window; “ yeah..” and then she left; you raised an eyebrow as you watched her leave; and rolled your eyes, “ hope I didn’t..hurt you too bad.. you know I still love you.” you spoke softly; turning your attention back to miles.

he gave a soft nod; “ yeah.. I know..” the beating wasn’t anything he hadn’t already endured; but it was just a shock coming from his girlfriend; “ …im really sorry for doing that [name]… comparing you to gwen and all..” his guilt was there in his voice and you nodded; “ okay.” was all you said as you forced him to sit down on his bed. “..okay?” he repeated back to you, confusion in his tone. “ yeah..okay..you don’t expect me to forgive you do you? im gonna make sure you good.. and then I’m dipping.. the fuck..? you still my man and all.. but we not gon be on cool terms for a minute because of what you did. I need space.” you spoke; checking over miles once more, before you honored your words.. and left.

#miles morales x reader #miles x black reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales angst #miles x you #miles morales #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miles morales atsv #gwen stacy #love miles #x fem!reader #x black reader #x black fem reader

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)

Word Count: 2,228

Summary: Joel’s been away on a trip and when he returns you’re the only thing on his mind (just like you were the whole time he was gone).

Author’s Note: He’s baaaaaaack because I’m in love and while this is related to my other two Biker!Joel stories you can find on his Masterlist HERE you don’t need to read them for this one. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love!

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fun and soft fluffy fluff

Thank you to Esquire for these amazing photo! 🥰

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Are you ever going to give that back to him?” your friend Dan asks as you shrug on the soft leather jacket.

You press your nose to the collar and inhale, lifting your shoulders with a contented sigh before replying, “nope!” with a pop of the p.

“He’s already outside” your other friend and coworker, Jade exclaims excitedly.

It had been a long and boring week of work at the bar and no Joel. He had been away on a trip and had only just returned today.

His first stop was you.

You grab your small bag and rush out the door of the backroom, waving goodbye before nearly running to the front door of the bar.

You can already hear the rev of engines and when you step into the afternoon sunshine you immediately look for him.

When at first you don’t spot him your eyes move to the row of bikes and you scope them out, certain you’ll be able to find his quickly.

Then your eyes land on the black and sleek bike, big, but not overly decorated and with giant shiny tailpipes off the back.

“Hi sunshine.”

You spin around and meet his eyes.

A week was too long.

His broad shoulders and muscular arms are on full display and his thick thighs are straining against his tight dark wash jeans.

His eyes hold you hostage and you feel a rush of warmth all over your body before you launch yourself into his arms. He catches you easily and buries his face in your neck.

“Joel,” you whisper, finally releasing your tight grip and sliding down his body.

He wastes no time kissing you and you hear the loud whistles and whoops of the rest of the guys behind you.

Your fingertips slip into his vest and you brush them over his warm skin, toying with his chain. You give it a light tug and he moans against your lips, sliding his hands down to your ass.

The hollers get louder.

“As much as these fuckers would love a show, I ain’t givin’ it to ‘em darlin’,” he grumbles, but his expression is warm. “Been waiting to see you all week. Let’s go.”

You wave at the guys over his shoulder and get nods and winks in return before Joel grabs your helmet.

“Thank fuck we’re back,” one of the guys yells in Joel’s direction. “We’ve had to deal with his grumpy ass for a week!”

You barely contain your giggle but try to hide your face in Joel’s chest.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up fuckers,” he scoffs and then dips his head to kiss your smiling lips.

When you lift your head he plops his helmet on top and throws you a lopsided smirk.

You ignore the guys and the rest of their playful jabs and ask, “how come you never wear one?”

“I do,” he says, “for longer rides.”

“Then how come I have to?” you pout.

“Because if anything happened to his beautiful face I’d never forgive myself,” he simpers before grabbing your chin and kissing you again.

“And we need to zip this up, the wind is chilly.”

He pulls his jacket more tightly around your body and takes the zipper between his fingers, slowly dragging it up.

“Dan asked if I was ever going to give his back to you…I’ve been wearing it all week and I plan on keeping it.”

You smile with feigned innocence and he tugs you closer until his lips are brushing yours and whispers, “good, this way everyone knows you belong to me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine and you press yourself against him with a kiss.

When you break apart he gives your waist a squeeze and chases your lips before throwing his leg over his bike.

He adjusts himself and revs the engine, your breath hitching at how good he looks straddling it.

“Darlin’” he warns, throwing you a no-nonsense look. “Get on.”

You get on behind him and wrap your arms around his stomach.

You’ve gotten used to riding with him but even so nothing compares to when the bike first roars to life and he gets out onto the road to really open the throttle.

You don’t even know where you’re going but it doesn’t matter as you press yourself against his back and enjoy the ride.

He slows when you reach a familiar spot off road and when he pulls down the dirt path and kills the engine your whole face lights up in a smile.

“Are we having another picnic?” you ask when he takes off your helmet.

“Yea we are sunshine,” he answers as he opens one of the saddlebags and pulls out a blanket and a small cooler bag.

You follow him to a spot behind the trees, shady but still sprinkled with the sun’s rays that filter through the leaves. Rolling hills lay in front of you, the pale yellows, vivid greens, and colorful flowers giving them texture and depth.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper. “I’ll never get tired of looking at it.”

“It is darlin’,” he replies softly, “and neither will I.”

Feeling the heat of his eyes on your face, you turn to look at him and feel the breath leave your body at the intensity of his stare and when you realize the implication of his words it almost makes you sway on your feet.

He tears his eyes away and lays out the blanket, unloading the bag of goodies.

The moment he settles on the blanket you sit and crawl over to him until he has you in his lap, his arms circling you and his hands smoothing along your back.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he groans against your lips.

Your fingertips comb through his hair and you wiggle in his lap, feeling just how true his words are.

“Actually I do,” you answer with a grin.

He growls playfully and grabs you around the waist, making a smooth move to flip you over and lay you on your back.

“Mm but now I’m gonna show you just how much darlin’.”

And with desperation you match, he kisses you, hungry and with intention as his fingers dance along your inner thigh.

The late afternoon sun is still warm but your bare skin pebbles in the cool breeze. Joel grabs his jacket and drapes it over you, cradling you closer to his chest.

“I need to feed you,” he whispers but doesn’t move.

His free hand is resting behind his head and his other is wrapped around you, his features soft and his eyes closed.

You stare and reach out to stroke his cheek, feeling the welcome soft bristle of his beard against your fingertips.

He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of it. When he releases you, you can’t resist the urge to brush your fingers over his mouth.

Drawing your thumb down his lower lip, you ask, “what’s your favorite color?”

“What?” he asks, bemused.

“Your favorite color? What is it?”

“Hmm,” he muses, looking up at the sky.

Then he lifts a finger and points. “That color.”

“Sky blue,” you say. “Good choice.”

“Yours sunshine?”

“The color of the ocean…turquoise I guess you would call it.”

“I love being by the ocean,” he says softly.

Your fingers move down to his chest and you trace his tattoo before curling them around his chain.

“Favorite book?”

This time he doesn’t wait a moment in answering and says, “The Count of Monte Cristo. I love a good adventure book.”

“That’s one of the best,” you agree, mulling over your answer as he waits to hear it.

“This is a hard one for me,” you explain. “I love books.”

He tucks you closer and ghosts his fingers over your skin, not seeming to care if you take all afternoon to decide.

“The Princess Bride,” you finally say.

“Another adventure and a love story” he adds.

“You’ve read it?” you ask excitedly.

“Definitely. It’s on my top ten list,” he answers.

You settle into him and think of another question as you fingers continue to move over his bare skin.

“Do you want another tattoo?”

He quirks a brow and silently watches your fingers as they smooth over the outline of the ink on his skin.

“I’m sure I’ll get another,” he says, “’specially since you seem to like ‘em so much.”

He grins at you before he winks and gives you a soft kiss.

“What’s the best trip you’ve ever taken on your bike?”

He considers the question for a few seconds and then turns to study your face.

“This trip. This is the best.”

“Joel,” you whisper, your lips parting to say more but he silences any further words with his mouth, the kiss soft and tender before he pulls away and asks, “favorite food?”

Your lips turn up into a smile and you tap your chin.

“Probably pizza…no! Pancakes! Well, maybe waffles? Chicken wings!”

He starts to laugh and rolls you over so he’s settled between your legs and has you pinned to the blanket.

“I think you’re hungry sunshine. Time to eat.”

“But what about you? What’s yours?” you ask as you start to get yourself dressed.

He watches you, his lips twitching with a grin.

“Dessert.”

Once your stomach is full and Joel’s had his dessert, you stretch out on the blanket with a happy sigh.

“You ready for a riding lesson darlin’,” Joel drawls as he absentmindedly runs his calloused fingertips along your arm.

You sit up with widened eyes.

“ME? Ride…your bike?”

“You want to learn right?” he teases. “And I have one more place I want to take you before the sun sets.”

“Maybe you should just ride…it’s probably safer.”

“Nah, come on darlin,’ you can do it.”

He packs up your things and secures them in the saddlebags before helping you into your helmet. His leather jacket is already cocooning you in his warmth and smell but you don’t budge from the spot next to his bike.

“You know how to get on,” he says lightly.

You let out an exhale and look down at your feet.

Strong fingers grip your chin and he lifts your eyes. “Sunshine, you’re gonna be fine and I’m going to be right there with you. I wouldn’t let you ride if I thought it wasn’t ok.”

You nod with renewed determination and swing a leg over the bike. It’s harder to get situated without Joel’s body and it takes you a minute to find your balance.

“Ok, so now what?” you ask, staring at the handlebars.

No answer.

“Joel?”

You turn to catch him staring at you, his eyes dark.

“Sorry darlin,’ but fuck if that isn’t hot as hell…hang on.”

He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture before he drinks you in one last time and saunters over to help.

He explains what all the necessary buttons and levers are and shows you how to start the engine and walk the bike around a bit.

It’s much too big and heavy for you but he’s at your side the whole time and he’s patient and sweet.

“You’re doing so well darlin.’ Gonna have to get you your own bike soon.”

You beam under his praise and he slides on behind you, cradling you between his thighs and resting his arms on either side of yours.

“This isn’t the safest,” he starts, “in fact it’s illegal to ride this way, but it’s just a short trip to where we’re going and it’ll give you a feel of what it’s like to be in the front seat.”

He kisses your neck and holds you securely between his muscular thighs before starting the engine and taking off at a slow speed. You squeal in delight and put your face to the wind.

The short trip takes you uphill until you hit a secluded and narrow road that leads to a dead end.

You don’t hear it until Joel shuts the engine and you take off your helmet.

The smell of the salty sea air and the crash of the waves takes over and you walk to the edge of the small cliff to look down.

The ocean sweeps out to the horizon, it’s blue color dotted with sparkling diamonds every time the sun catches a wave’s crest. Rugged rocks line the shore below and the pink and orange hues of the setting sun glow brightly against the darkening sky.

“It’s not quite turquoise,” Joel whispers as he slides up behind you and wraps you in his arms, holding you against his chest.

“But it’s so beautiful,” you finish as you snuggle closer.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he turns you in his arms and draws you closer.

“I don’t know why all the guys say you’re so grumpy,” you tease lightly. “You’re such a softie.”

He leans in close, his nose bumping yours before he catches your mouth in a long, slow kiss that leaves you breathless and shaky.

When he pulls away he holds your gaze and it’s like a warm caress that sweeps over your skin. Something sparkles in his eyes, something familiar and his voice is rough with emotion when he murmurs, “I love you sunshine.’”

@sstan-hoe @blackwidownat2814 @justkinsey @laineyreads @beccablogsthings

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yuna542 · 10 months

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 19<-

Part 20

Pairing: Han x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Pet Names, Swearing, Oral (m & f receiving), Squirting, Arguing

Word Count: 4.6k

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On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

Changbin shook his head and the rest of the boys settled down in the living room.

"How can you get so horny from arguing?", he asked while looking at the closed door, and Hyunjin buried his face in a pillow.

"I can't go back to my room for the next few hours. I can hear everything through the walls", he grumbled into the fabric and Chan just grinned:

"It's a good thing, isn't it? For the two of them to let off some steam and relieve some tension."

"You could call it that", Seungmin replied ironically, preparing pizzas with Felix in the kitchen.

You were just waiting for that all day. Your hands flew into his hair, tugging lightly as you clung to each other chaotically. His hands went under your dress, grabbed your breasts, and he ripped it off you like he couldn't wait a second longer. All the pent up rage and anger erupted as if you had saved it all just for this moment.

Your teeth clashed against each other and even your tongues fought for dominance as you mercilessly licked into each others mouths. Fireworks took away any ability to think and all you felt was the ecstasy that made your blood boil.

He pushed you roughly to his bed and his hands were everywhere at once. You didn't even notice how your bra disappeared. His shirt also landed on the floor before the back of your knees even touched the mattress.

He pushed you down on the mattress until you were under him and licked a strip across your belly with his tongue, up to between your breasts, where he bit into your warm flesh harder than necessary. Your fingernails brushed over his scalp and down his neck until you felt the muscles of his defined shoulders working under his skin.

"God... I love your tits so much...", he gasped, taking one nipple into his mouth to circle it with his tongue.

The other breast he kneaded with one hand and immediately your breathing stuttered as his mouth worked the sensitive spots, like he knew exactly what he needed to do, to control your body.

"Oh fuck...", you breathed as he sucked your skin between his teeth and licked a wet line up to your neck. He smiled in amusement when you got goosebumps as he blew on the wet spot and the cold made you shiver. Your legs were already weak and as he spread light kisses up your neck, a sinful moan escaped you.

"Honey, if you don't like my teasing, why are you moaning?", he suddenly whispered in your ear and you wanted to slap the shit out of him and be fucked in the mattress at the same time. His face hovered in front of yours and his eyes shone like liquid caramel in the pale light of his room.

You balled your hand into a fist in his hair and pulled his head closer until your lips brushed his lightly. But when he tried to lean forward further to kiss your lips, you held him by the hair, until he hissed.

"Do you want to just talk or fuck me, Hannie?", you whispered seductively against his lips and you felt something hard on your inner thigh making itself known. His eyes roamed up and down your face and the tension almost made you tremble. He leaned back, stood up and slipped out of his pants and underwear without taking his eyes off you.

Meanwhile, you took off your panties too and he leaned over you again, one elbow to the left of your head and the other hand wandering down your belly until his fingers brushed through your wet folds.

"Are you so desperate to get fucked by me, my pretty little slut?", he asked mockingly as you pushed your hips at him. You were so starved and wanted to finally feel him. Wanted to work off all that stress on him until you couldn't breath anymore.

"Shut the fuck up!", you growled, yanking on his hair to get his lips back on yours. You put all your anger and frustration into the kiss, which he caused you today. You hoped he felt it. By now you didn't know if you were fighting or making out.

But why in the world was this so hot?

Why did it feel like being consumed by a firestorm?

"Such bad manners, jagi... Maybe I should do something about that."

Your quick-witted reply got caught in your throat as he sank two fingers into you and began pumping them directly into your soaking cunt. Gasping, you arched your back and clasped his wrist next to your head with your hand.

Faster and faster he pumped his fingers into you, watching you loosing control over your facial expressions as he did so. His cock twitched excitedly at the sight of your aroused face and your juices on his fingers. He knew you were already about to reach your climax.

That just his fingers did that to you, was unbelievable to you.

But he suddenly just stopped and withdrew. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him accusingly.

"If you want it so badly, you're going to have to work for it“, he said, and sat down next to you on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard.

His eyes sparkled with delight at your annoyed expression.

"Come on and ride my cock like the good little slut you are!"

You could only shake your head and look at him stunned. But at the sight of his length lying invitingly in his hand, you climbed onto his lap and lined yourself up with him.

"Idiot", you muttered, eliciting another adorable smile from him before sinking down on his dick, eyes meeting Hans's, not breaking even as your lids fluttered wildly. You automatically grabbed his shoulders to hold on as his thick cock splits you open. He held your hips tight and helped you to guide your hips until he was completely absorbed in you. You took a few seconds to breath and get used to his length.

Then you started to move your hips and he moaned loudly as your walls wrapped around him, squeezing him and hitting deep. He leaned his head against the headboard and watched you bounce on his cock.

Your back arched, your hands were tight on his chest, and your hips pushed back as you took him to the base, feeling the head bump against the deepest part of you.

"That's it, baby," he gasped, engrossed in the sigh of his throbbing member, thrusting into your wet cunt.

His voice trembled as he felt you squeeze him as if your cunt was milking him for all he was worth. Your body melted under the sensation of him widening your walls with a delicious sting deep inside you. He watched your soft breasts bounce above him with every movement of your body. With a grip on your hips, he guided you up and down his shaft, the desperate feeling from earlier bubbling inside him as he wanted nothing but his release now.

"Faster, babe... You look so pretty riding my cock like that… Fuck… Like that“

The little whines that escaped him made your head spin. Happy to comply with his request, you quickened your pace and road him with more force. His breathing was strained and his forehead glistened with sweat, reminding you of how he looked when he was doing a performance on stage.

"That's it fuck yourself on my cock honey", he purred and started to struggle to keep his eyes open, his chest was heaving and you were a moaning mess as you were filled completely by him.

Even though he would have loved nothing more but to pound into you, you started to slowly realise that he was punishing you because of everything you had done to him today.

The game was not over and right now you were doing all the work, to satisfy him.

Just like that, he wanted to annoy you again.

You've been riding him for an eternity now, and the sound of skin slapping together mixed with wetness filled his room. You needed something to trigger both of your climaxes and you needed it quickly.

However, he was the only one who came closer to his orgasm.

He didn't touch you as greedily as you loved it. Otherwise he snapped his hips into you, hitting your sensitive spots every time, groping your tits and sucking on your skin, but now he just looked at you and enjoyed your desperate face, while realising you just couldn't do it alone. You needed him more than anything.

Suddenly you felt his length swell inside you and already his eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as he cum inside you with a loud whimper of your name and you felt his warm load deep painting your walls. Your muscles were already tired, but you craved the liberating high so much that you pushed your lower lip forward and leaned your forehead against his neck, out of breath, while his cock twitched inside you.

"Make me come Ji!", you requested and he stroked both hands down your back to your waist where he drew circles on your hip bone with his thumb.

"You didn't think I'd let you get away with that cheeky behavior today, did you?", he murmured in your ear, before he kissed your earlobe and you could clearly hear the smug grin from his tone. Slowly, you raised your head and looked directly at him again. His dick still balls deep stretching your walls and teasing the hot mess between your thighs.

His eyes glistened from the adrenaline of the orgasm and his hair framed his handsome face like a cloud.

Still, you wanted to smack him in the face.

"Are you serious?", you asked, clenching your hands into fists at his chest.

He tilted his head a little, smiling and looking so beautiful that you had to pause for a moment.

"You gonna come untouched or you not gonna come at all", he replied and everything inside you screamed for release. Your body needed that orgasm, otherwise you were going to die, you were sure of it.

"What the fuck Hannie! Just because I teased you a little?", you said, feeling the heat rush around inside you as his dick was still buried deep inside you.

He leaned forward a bit and kissed you intensely. Still against your lips, he murmured:

"Beg for it!"

"What?"

His hands continued to stroke your ass, pinching it briefly to tease you further.

"If you want me to make you come, beg for it!“

"No way!", you said quickly. Your stubbornness wouldn't let him win the game. He had you right where he wanted and you almost had to admire him for his tactical talent.

"You know how to make me come. So do it already!", you said irritably and rolled your hips against his, eliciting a clipped gasp from him.

"I'm not letting you finsih until you say please", he chirped, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You glared at him with a dangerous glint, but he just enjoyed being superior to you. How he would have loved to fuck you until the whole building knew his name, but the look on your face was worth it.

"You win, Hannie", you said suddenly and climbed off his lap.

Completely perplexed, with his eyebrows drawn together, he watched you pick up his shirt from the floor and pull it over your head. Then you grabbed one of his boxers from his closet and with your clothes under your arm, you ran to the door.

Han was completely confused and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Y/N? What-"

"If you won't do it, I will get off by myself. Or ask one of the other members...", you shouted unbothered, already halfway down the hallway with the open door in your hand, slamming it shut. You had to keep your serious expression with all your might, because in reality you just wanted him and nothing else at the moment. And all of him, but you wouldn't make it that easy for him.

So you left him with his confused face and slipped out into the hallway, walked through the living room to get to your room, and were eyed by seven pairs of eyes while passing.

Chan and Jeongin were standing in the kitchen while the rest were in the living room eating the pizzas.

They had all heard your last sentence and the conversations had immediately died down. They followed you with their gazes as you raced to your room in Han's clothes and before you reached the door, you could hear Changbin calling out:

"I can help you with that if you want, doll."

But you threw the door shut behind you and threw yourself on your bed. You buried your face in your pillow and groaned in annoyance.

Why was it so exhausting, yet so damn hot at the same time to mess around with Jisung? Something about him drove you insane and turned on at the same time.

You rolled onto your back stared at the ceiling and pulled the collar of his shirt over your nose. Then you inhaled deeply smelling his cologne on the fabric.

It was intoxicating and you automatically closed your eyes as his own scent of a fragrant garden in the summer morning sun mixed with irresistible tangy freshness clouded your mind.

His smell was as extravagant as he was and made you addicted to get more of it. You looked up when suddenly your door was yanked open and Han stood before you in nothing but boxers.

"What do you...?"

But that was as far as you got.

"Shut up and spread your legs! Now!"

With these words, he knelt in front of you and took off his boxers from you.

Astonished, you let him pull you by the waist to the edge of the bed until his face was hovering right in front of your core.

"What changed your mind?", you asked, and the feeling of excitement in your belly made you smile broadly as he looked up at you.

"You really think I'd let you touch yourself when I'm around? I would never let that happen. Fuck I love your pussy. Want to eat you out so bad", he mumbled and encircled your thighs with his hands as you got wet again just from his words.

"Lay down! I'm gonna take care of that pretty pussy", he said and you let yourself fall onto your back.

Already you felt him placing gentle kisses right next to your cunt and finally right on your lips. You whimpered softly as everything inside you was on fire. Finally he gave you what you wanted and he was so good at it. So good that you ran one hand through his hair as he started licking through your folds and immediately your pussy pulsated.

He circled your clit with his tongue and sucked on the bud of nerves until you gasped his name. His tongue ran the length of your pussy, lapping up the dripping wetness of your arousal, before swirling around and then moving to suck your clit back between his plump pink lips. Your hands had found themselves tangled in his hair, needing something to ground yourself as you found your head swimming with pleasure.

"Oh, my god", you gasped as he sunk his tongue into you and he clawed his hands tighter into your thighs to keep them apart.

He was tasting you as though he was a man starved, the rumbling vibrations of his moans and groans sending shivers down your spine.

Just your taste and the little sighs that carried his name across your lips as you pulled his hair with one hand made him instantly hard again. Every flick of his tongue was controlled, his only goal was your pleasure. His fingers dig into one of your thighs, and the feeling of your hips twitching against him drove him insane, even like the smell of your sweet puffy lips all spread out for him, the cum dribbling down his chin and your pussy clenching against his mouth.

For a moment he detached his mouth from your throbbing cunt and looked at you through your legs.

You had rarely seen anything more beautiful.

His hair fell into his eyes, which sparkled like gems, and his mouth and chin shone from your slick.

"I could live between your thighs. Promise me never to touch you yourself when I'm around. I'll do that for you."

You shifted your hips forward, missing his mouth against your cunt.

"Don't stop, Hannie!," you cried breathlessly and squirmed on your sheets, wiggling your hips against his face. He hummed aroused, seeing you so desperate and greedy for him. You could barely stand the loss of contact and looked down at him.

He gave you so much pleasure that after one look into his puppy eyes you gave him what he wanted.

"Please Ji... Please make me come! Please, please, Hannie!"

Because of your begging, his cock became unbearably hard and twitched impatiently in his boxers. He could do this for hours all day and everyday, your cunt was his heaven.

"Holy shit..." he whispered and couldn't take his eyes off you. He had teased you, but hearing you beg now really had an effect on him and his body that he could never describe. Immediately he wanted to give you everything. An orgasm, pleasure and the whole damn world right along with it.

"Please... I need you so bad right now. I'm begging you, babe!", you breathed softly as you cupped his face.

Right away, he got back to work. Only this time he fucked you with his fingers and tongue, worked your clit with his thumb and soon you were seeing stars. You threw your head back, tugged on his hair as you grinded against his face.

He groaned against you, reaching down to touch himself through his boxers. You turned him on so much that he almost came in his boxers for the second time.

In a fluid motion he threw your legs on his shoulders and you crawled your nails in the sheets with the hand that did not pull his hair.

"Ji... Ji... Oh god. I'm gonna..."

With one last swipe of his tongue and his thumb rubbing on your clit, you were pushed over the edge, legs shaking around his head as he continued to move his tongue against you to savor your high to the last second.

You fell apart and the world around you faded into a bright white.

When you next opened your eyes, you were still lying on your back, but Jisung was beside you, stroking your cheek soothingly. He had his head propped up on his hand and was watching you with a satisfied smile.

"Welcome back," he said, and you tried to blink away the blurred vision in confusion.

"What happened?", you asked, confused, straightening up a bit.

"You squirted all over my face. It was so fucking sexy."

A confused laugh escaped you paired with a loud exhale and you ran your hands through your hair. You rolled onto your side as well and you just looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, grinning.

"You begged", he teased and you buried your face into your pillow, embarrassed.

"I hate you", you muttered, but it was obvious you didn't mean a word of it. You lifted your gaze slightly again to look at him.

"I just wanted to reward you."

"Whatever. You begged. I won", he said smugly, pulling you closer by the waist to plant a kiss on your chest. You playfully pushed him away with one hand, causing him to fall on his back and look at the ceiling, giggling.

That's when you noticed the tent in his boxers. He was still completely hard and you automatically licked your lips at the thought of his pretty dick.

"I guess now it's my turn to return the favor", you said in a dark tone and climbed on top of him with one knee between his legs.

Wide-eyed, he watched you pull down his boxers and take hold of his painfully tense length without hesitation. He exhaled audibly and his head fell against the headboard as you slowly began to move your hand up and down his shaft.

As you did so, you kissed his chest and lightly bit into his skin until he hissed loudly.

His hands flew to your breasts and squeezed them as if he had to hold on somewhere and his pouted lips were so cute that you couldn't stop looking at his handsome face, while palming him.

You let your hand move faster and faster over his length and his eyes rolled back as the perceptions overtook him. Your wet mouth on his chest wandering up to his neck, nibbling on his heated skin and your fine fingers around his throbbing cock was enough to bring on his orgasm. Your soft, small hands were so much better than his own. Just the sight of your elegant fingers with those pretty red nails wrapped around its thick length were enough to make him whimper and pout like a puppy.

You massaged his balls with your other hand and he gripped your breasts harder.

"Fuck... babe... Your hands are so soft... So good", he moaned with a strangled whimper. With one hand, he brushed a strand of hair from your face and ran his index and middle fingers down to your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth and began to suck them all in your mouth. You could see his eyes light up and his dick trembled in your hands. It was almost adorable how he melted under your hands and was all yours.

He began to buckle his hips into your hand and when his movements began to stutter, you knew he was about to come. You sucked on his fingers again before letting them go with a pop and tilting your head a little.

"Where do you want it, Hannie?", you asked with a smile that was way too sweet for the fact that you just gave him the best handjob of his life.

"Into your mouth. I want to cum onto your tongue!"

So you slid down until your lips hovered just before his tip. As you did so, you gave a little more pressure along his length until his hands clawed desperately at the sheets. He watched every move and soaked up the sight. You licked at the tip of his painfully hard dick and his head almost exploded when you looked straight at him.

Everything in him was looking forward to feeling your mouth around his cock, but just before the redemptive orgasm could wash over him, you slowed the movement of your hand, looked up at him through your long lashes, and said in a challenging tone:

"Beg for it!"

The expression on his face was frozen. His mouth was open and the realization that you had manipulated him made him panic. That brief moment was enough for you and as soon as you grinned broadly, you heard his breathing resume.

"Just kidding, babe", you said with satisfaction in your voice and moved your hand again with the intensity that made him break apart. You licked along his entire length and tightened your grip until he whimpered your name.

After a few more thrusts, he gasped:

"Open your mouth!"

His thick cock leaking and throbbing so bad he was on the verge of seeing stars. You opened your mouth, he grabbed your hair and pushed his cock into your mouth until it bumped the back of your throat.

You bobbed your head a few more times and he scrunched up his face, as his brain stopped functioning. He jerked your head back and you stuck your tongue out.

"Oh god. Oh fuck, fuck...", he stuttered dazedly.

He came on your tongue with a naughty moan and the sight of his cum on your lips and tongue made his whole body prickle.

"Swallow it!", he instructed, continuing to hold your hair to watch you swallow it all down.

As he slowly recovered from his high, he let go of you and cupped your checks with both hands to pull you up to him. His lips collided with yours and he kissed you so hard he could still taste himself on you.

"You're a goddess", he whispered against your lips between kisses and you brushed your fingertips over his abs. You both paused for a moment without pulling away from each other when there was a knock at the door.

"If you're done with your weird sex fight, come on out! We made pizza for you guys. Channie thinks you should eat something", you heard Seungmin at the door and both of you snorted at the same time.

„It's all good. Just had a whole meal", Han chuckled and you nudged his side with a loud breath.

"Freaks...", you heard Seungmin say as he walked away and you fell on your backs next to each other, holding your stomachs from laughing. Once you calmed down and got your breath back a little, he turned his head and looked at you.

A few strands of hair fell into his forehead as he did so.

"Are you hungry?", he asked, and you smiled.

As you reached out your hand and brushed the strands of hair out of his forehead, you felt your stomach growl at the mention of food.

Actually you didn't eat all day.

"Yeah. Like crazy."

"Good, because so am I", he smiled and took your hand before you could pull it back to kiss each of your knuckles.

You straightened up and he slipped back into his shirt and boxers that you'd stolen from him.

You threw on a hoodie and some Pyjama-bottoms.

At the door, Han held you once more, took your face in his hands, and looked so deeply into your eyes that your legs softened again.

"Let's repeat that soon. That was fun."

You rolled your eyes, but laughed heartily. That's when he spread little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your chin. Everywhere he reached a patch of skin, he littered you with kisses and you squinted your eyes, giggling, and trying to push him away a little, overwhelmed by his excessive love attack.

"Come on! Let's eat something!", you laughed, and that's when he let go of you.

You slipped out of the room before him and tried to get to safety when you felt him close behind you, but he was faster. He slapped you on the ass and chased you, making you squeal loudly and run into the living room where you threw yourself to safety in Chan's arms.

"Finally!" sighed Minho, pushing two plates of steaming pizza towards you.

Han dropped down on the floor next to Jeongin and grabbed one of the pieces, which smelled tempting. Your mouth immediately watered and you grabbed one as well, biting into it with relish.

Both of you glowed with energy and it was obvious where all that playfulness came from.

"Did you make up?" asked Changbin, looking up from his phone.

„Of course they did. Don't you smell the heavy scent of sex that surrounds them?", Hyunjin asked and went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

You just grinned as you chewed and Han winked at you across the table.

"We were just chilling", he said jokingly.

"We could hear that", Hyunjin muttered and put a can of coke in front of each of you, while Felix looked back and forth between you with amusement.

"How can you have so much energy? After such a day?", asked Jeongin shaking his head and yawning loudly.

"You two are really alike. You know that?", said Chan amusedly, running his hand under your hoodie to stroke your back while you leaned forward to shove the pizza into your mouth.

Immediately, you both frowned, with big eyes and mumbled in sync with your mouth full:

"No way!"

For a moment you stared at each other, puzzled, then laughter erupted around you.

->Part 21

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