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cordyce · 1 year

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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toruslvt · 2 months

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i absolutely need 69 with gojo, with fem!reader on top

mdni. cunilingus, very mild face fucking, dirty talking im not sorry, praising: good girl, princess, baby.

“aw, baby” Satoru slurs the last word, dragging the syllables to make his voice tone a tad more playful knowing damn well that would only make you squirm . “you’re dripping like crazy, are you really that horny from sucking my cock?” he mutters before whistling softly, thumbs spreading your glistening folds to watch how drops of slick trail from your hole, to your clit and onto his chest.

you should know better than to trust your boyfriend in such situation; moaning brokenly at the cool breeze against your heated core before attempting to rise and talk back to Satoru, only to be met with a buck of his hips, forcing more of his hard cock into your mouth.

“so needy too” he grins, loving the surprised muffled sound coming from your throat, “you should watch yourself, this pretty cunt is drooling all for me” it comes as a deep growl, latching his lips around your clit before you get to protest, still spreading your cheeks apart so your slick dribbles from his nose and jaw, messily joining his saliva and allowing the lewd sound to resonate around the room.

“s’fucking good” Satoru hums against your pussy, eating you out like the starved man he naturally is, all while his hips rhythmically buck up into the warmth of your mouth.

he’s left almost brainless at your taste, the lewd sounds you make enough to spur him into almost face fucking into you, hips messily bucking up with each muffled sound of approval that die on his throat at the glide of his tongue up and down your slit, his own cock pulsing inside your mouth, positively drooling precum directly onto your tongue flat on the underside of him.

Satoru is quite the talkative man, much worse during sex but the mixed pleasure of your mouth and pretty cunt wrapped around his tongue is enough for all coherent thoughts to leave his brain, solely focusing on babbling contently with each slurp and suck on your hole, thumb joining the sticky mess to rub on your neglected clit.

“good girl, good fucking girl” he huffs, pulling back to catch his breathing while continuously pressing kisses on your messy cunt, his body reactions going in sync with your own, every bob of your head is meet with his own tongue swiping across your clit, wishing nothing but to fuck his cock a bit deeper inside your mouth.

a specially hard suck on your clit and fingers tracing the twitching contour of your pussy are enough for you to pull his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop, eyes rolling back and cheek pressed against his throbbing length.

“you fucked dumb already?” Satoru chuckles, raising a bit to watch your messy expression, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of saliva and precum, making his cock twitch and slightly tap against your cheek.

he knows you’re close, the way your hips began to hump back against your boyfriend’s tongue was enough proof, “c’mon, princess, just the tip, yeah? you can do that dont’cha?” cooing you into suckling on the tip of his cock while he drove you over the edge, and who are you to comply when Satoru makes you feel so good, quickly popping the tip between your lips with high pitched whimpers vibrating on the flushed sensitive skin.

you’re not certain who came first, thick ropes of cum exploding inside your mouth as you choked with a sob, cumming all over Satoru’s tongue and fingers grazing the messy lips of your pussy.

“yeah, good girl, make a mess all over me” he mutters while you squirm, “now roll over, baby, i’m not done with you”

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merchelsea · 7 months

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just maybe - lewis hamilton

pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: lewis misses what you used to be, and what a better way to show it than showing up, drunk, at your house?

author’s note: felt like writing lewis today because not enough people do!

word count: 1,1k

you lay on your couch, your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. you knew there wouldn't be anything new, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been in the same position all day, unable to shake off the melancholy that had settled over you.

it had all started because you wanted to watch a romantic movie, a harmless way to pass the time. but as the movie played on, you found yourself crying, wishing desperately for a happy ending like the one onscreen. you and lewis used to have those moments, those beautiful moments that now only existed in your memories.

every scene in the movie triggered a bittersweet memory. they weren't sad memories, per se, but the fact that they were over made them so. you decided it was time to stop torturing yourself, to stop watching movies that made you cry over your ex, and to simply wait for something to happen. but, of course, nothing did.

that is, until you heard a series of knocks on your door. you rushed to answer it, expecting it to be a friend or maybe your sister. but when you laid eyes on the familiar brown ones you had been crying over just hours ago, shock coursed through you.

"heeeeey," lewis slurred, clearly intoxicated. fate seemed to be playing a cruel prank on you.

you stared at him for a few moments before finally finding your voice. "what the heck are you doing here?" you asked, blocking his path from entering your home.

lewis smirked knowingly. "oh, didn't seb warn you?" he said, referring to his friend vettel, who must have sent you a message the moment he knew lewis was drunk and thinking about you.

because that's what happened when he got drunk. he'd think back to your relationship and regret every detail that had gone wrong. vettel always thought lewis would try to contact you, but he never had the courage to do it—until today.

lewis had qualified third in a race after a series of unfortunate events, finally giving him a shot at victory. but, unpredictably, he had to retire from the race on the first lap.

"I missed you." lewis confessed, leaning against your doorframe as if aware of how powerful those words were.

"you don't know what you're saying, lewis," you sighed. you had spent the last seven months dreaming of hearing those words from him, but this was not how you imagined it.

"oh, I know exactly what I'm saying. believe me," he insisted.

"you're drunk!" you retorted.

"and? that doesn't change the fact that I think about you all the time. about us. about what we used to be," he said, refusing to give up.

you stood there silently, thinking he would back off if you didn't give him a hint of what you were feeling. but of course he had other plans. you sighed and stepped back from the door, allowing lewis to enter. he leaned against the closed door, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his.

"I miss you when I'm at the simulator, and you're not there to beat my ass. I miss you when I go to lunch and forget to eat because I'm distracted by your smile. I miss you when toto speaks german, and we don't make jokes about it. I miss you when I'm walking, and our legs aren't in sync. I miss you when I wear my hats, and you're not there to steal them. I miss you when I see a cat on the streets, and you don't try to convince me to adopt it. I miss you when Max wins, and you're not there to congratulate him."

you were rendered speechless. every word he uttered, as he gazed deeply into your eyes, pierced your heart. you couldn't look away, but you feared that if you continued to stare, you wouldn't be able to let him go.

"I know I seem drunk, but this is the most truthful thing I've said in, like, forever. it's been almost eight months, and I still miss you in everything I do," he finally stood up and, somehow, managed to get closer to you. "tell me you don't miss me, and I'll never bother you again."

you took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. it was clear he had been drinking, but not enough to make him drunk. his little play could fool everyone, but it would never fool you.

you knew you missed him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't sure if it was the right thing to say. maybe, just maybe, he needed to move on, to find someone else who fit into his life.

but then, a voice inside your head reminded you that if he hadn't moved on after seven months without any contact, he probably wouldn't after eight. you couldn't lie to him when he had been missing you relentlessly for seven months.

"I miss you when I'm doing laundry, and I don't find your shirt in the wrong basket. I miss you when I'm taking a shower and don't hear the pre-qualifying comments. I miss you when I see a Mercedes on the road. I miss you when I play uno with my friends, and you don't win. I miss you when you're racing, and I'm at home, but not because I have things to do. I miss you when I'm not missing you because of racing."

you also took a step closer to him. "then let me make you miss me the right way again, please."

as you stood there, locked in a moment of intense longing and emotion, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you had been waiting for. lewis had come back, admitting his feelings, and you couldn't deny your own.

with tears welling up in your eyes, you took another step closer to him. in that moment, you both understood that some things were too strong to be denied or forgotten, no matter how much time had passed.

you whispered softly, "lewis, I'll miss you no matter what, so please make me miss you the right way."

lewis' eyes lit up with hope and joy, and he gently pulled you into his arms. as you embraced, you both knew that this was a chance to have a fresh start, to rebuild what you once had. it wouldn't be easy, and there were still obstacles to overcome, but you were both willing to try.

in that moment, as you held each other tightly, you realized that sometimes, fate had a way of bringing people back together, even when it seemed impossible. and maybe, just maybe, this was the happy ending you had been longing for all along.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 5 months

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Boyfriend

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Inspired by the song 'Boyfriend' by Dove Cameron

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Fingering, Oral, Praise, Sub Wanda/Dom Reader, Praise Kink, Soft, Confessions, Minor Vision/Wanda

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W/c- 1.8k

Your eyes scanned the room once again only to be drawn back to the figure you were trying to avoid. You watched her tap the back of her phone impatiently, her eyes glancing up to check the room for him. Her lip was caught between her lips as her green eyes flickered between anger and disappointment while still scanning the room for a certain android. You couldn’t understand how someone could ever leave her alone, couldn’t treat her the way she deserved to be treated. A wave of jealousy washed over you again reminding you of why you were trying to avoid her. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the feeling of want for her. You wanted her to know how special she was, how amazing she was, how brave she was, how wanted she was but he was still there. He just kept disappointing her over and over again and you just wished she would realise she deserved better.

After a finishing your drink, you noticed a figure in a black dress moving, instantly grabbing your attention. Her eyes glossed over and you saw the disappointment in her face as she tried to manoeuvre her way through the crowd of dancing people. You decided to move after her and just as she reached the doors to leave you grabbed her wrist.

“Hey Wanda?” you softly said making her turn around to see who had taken a hold of her wrist. Her body immediately relaxed when she saw it was you who stopped her.

“Hey,” she replied back, a small smile emerging on her face.

“Care to dance?” you say while offering your hand out for her to take. She gracefully placed her hand in yours causing a smile to appear on your face as she lead you to the dance floor.

Her arms lazily wrapped themselves around your neck as you placed your hands on her waist. Your bodies moved in sync with the music, her hips swaying in an almost hypnotising way as the music started to speed up. Her jet black dress hugged her figure leaving no room for imagination and the slit at her thighs set a throb between your thighs. The alcohol from earlier kicked in as the music picked up giving you a confidence boost to spin her around so her back was flush against your front. Your arm wrapped itself around her waist more securely as her head leaned back to rest against your shoulder. Piercing green eyes met your own before they glanced down to stare at your lips. You moved your mouth to whisper against her ear whilst your hips still moved to the music, her body now grinding against yours.

“I could be a better boyfriend then him,” your voice low and raspy. Her breath hitched and she move her head to look at you, her arm coming up behind her to hold you in place. Slowly, you lowered your head so your lips were ghosting hers, “I could do the shit that he never did.” You tear your eyes away from her lips and back to her eyes to see her pupils blown and staring at you with a hunger. “If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight,” you mumbled before she crashed her lips to yours. Wanda moved so her body faced yours so she could pull you closer and press her lips back onto yours. Your hands moved to her lower back as you pulled her body flush against yours. She moaned into your mouth at the contact and broke off the kiss to pant against your lips. You moved your mouth to press hot open mouthed kisses along her neck but stopped when you felt her pull away. Her hand grabbed your own before she dragged you across the room to the exit.

The two of you made it to the elevator of the compound where you pinned her against the wall. A gasp left her lips as you picked her up so she could wrap her legs around your waist, her core pressed up against your tone stomach as you pushed her even more into the elevator wall. Her mouth moved against yours as you ran your tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entrance that she happily gave to you. A groan escaped you as her hands threaded through your hair, occasionally tugging your head back so she could kiss you better. The sound of the doors opening didn’t stop you as you just carried her off the wall and walked towards the room of your door. However you didn’t make it to your door as you pinned her up against the wall once again, this time however to mark her neck. A loud moan echoed around the empty hallway as she bucked her hips against your stomach, the burning feeling between her thighs too much.

“Please,” she whispered out with her head thrown back. You hastily moved off the wall to find your door before placing her down. Your hands fumbled with the lock and Wanda wasn’t helping by pushing her body back against yours, her teeth scraping your pulse point and hands scratching down your back through your suit jacket. Eventually, you got the lock causing both of you to stumble through the door, her body still clinging onto yours. “Fuck,” she moaned as you kissed down her neck and your hands teased the back of her thighs. “Bedroom,” she said in between kisses, “Now. Please.” You smirked into the kiss as you lead her through your apartment and into your bedroom.

You pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her as her hands pushed your jacket off your shoulders. Your hands glided down her body as you pulled your mouth away from her to make sure she was ok with this.

“If you want to stop,” you say softly as she gazes up into your eyes, “We’ll stop. I want you to be comfortable,” you say with a gentle smile making her kiss you once again. The kiss was slow to start with as you moved to unfasten her dress, the black fabric now becoming loose around her body. Becoming impatient, Wanda used her magic to unbutton your shirt and quickly shoved it off your body to reveal your black lace bra and toned abdomen. Swiftly, you removed her dress leaving her just in her red lace panties as her dress didn’t need a bra. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered before pecking her lips and moving down her body. You kissed down her collar bone teasingly before taking a nipple in your mouth and using your hand to roll the other. Sinful noises filled the room as you licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh, her hands digging into your shoulder as her hips moved helplessly under you. With a pop, you let go of her nipple and moved to the other whilst your hand trailed south. A visible wet spot was seem on the red fabric making you smirk around her breast. “Look at you,” you husked out while moving down to kiss along her stomach, occasionally nipping to leave a small red mark. “So wet for me ,” you ran your fingers along the inside of her thighs, her body tensing and trembling with anticipation under your touch. “So desperate,” you mocked as you heard her whimper at the feeling of you circling her clit through the fabric.

Suddenly, you moved and ripped the fabric off her making her moan at the show of strength. You kissed her inner thighs before moving to lick at her clit. You circled the sensitive bundle of nerves before kissing and sucking at it. Her back arched at the pleasure and her hands moved to grip your hair to hold you in place. You moaned into her core at the taste of her and moved your hand so your fingers could tease her entrance.

“Please,” she begged as you gathered her wetness on your fingers. “Please just fuck me.” You thrusted a finger into her making her moan into the room as her head rolled backwards to rest against the mattress. You felt her walls pulse around you and quickly built up the pace whilst continuing to suck at her clit. You pumped your finger in at a brutal pace before slipping another finger in. Her walls tightened around you and her breath became ragged telling you she was close. “Fuck-I-Please!” she whimpered as her hips bucked against your hands and face.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” you rasped out before curling your fingers just at the right stop. Her whole body tensed and her thighs tightened around your head as she came with a string of moans. Slowly, you calmed down your movements as her body trembled from a powerful orgasm, your hands now rubbing soothing circles around her waist. You moved back up her body and pressed your lips against hers making her moan at the taste of herself on your tongue. The kiss gradually died down and Wanda moved to bury her face in the crook of your neck as you kissed the top of her head.

When you realised Wanda was falling asleep under you, you moved to go to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You quickly cleaned her up before moving to lay next to her in bed. Sleepily, she looked up at you and gave you a small kiss before moving to cuddle against your chest.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt a weight on top of you and looked down to see the redhead curled up against your side, her head resting on your chest. You watched how her chest slowly rose and fell with each steady breath and how her face looked so calm and peaceful. You carefully moved to run your hand up and down her back making her let out a small sigh. Around ten minutes later you felt her wake up and moved slightly so you could see her.

“Morning beautiful,” you whispered making her giving you a lazy smile as her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning,” she whispered back whilst moving to cuddle more into you. “You stayed,” she mumbled at the base of your neck as you threaded your hands through her hair.

“Of course I stayed,” your voice was soft and gentle as you moved to look down at her. “I meant what I said last night. I could be better than him. I really like you Wanda and I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated.” You nervously watched for her reaction just to see her bite her bottom lip and smile at you.

“I really like you too,” she confessed quietly before moving to straddle your waist. “How about I show you how much I like you?” she purred out with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #eventual smut #wanda fanfic #wanda x you #smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female reader #mommy wanda

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lovelettersforthedamned · 3 months

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guess who just got their period 😒 .... now i need peter all cuddled up next to me just rambling while he holds me and rubs my back or my stomach as i fall asleep in his arms 🥺-🎀

The Importance of Touch (and Peter)

--genre: fluff that's so sweet, your teeth will start to hurt

--pairing: tasm!peter parker x afab!reader

--word count: 0.4k

--warnings: reader is a person who has a period, fluff.

love this cutsie little request ohemgee

--gif credits: @gatorstillman

More often than not, your period struck you like a damn bus. Obviously, you’re bleeding, but it’s not just that. Your cramps loved to attack your entire body, causing you to lay in bed all day. The thought of getting out of bed killed you, and when you did, you were hunched over doubling in agony.

And when you’re in pain, Peter follows. He’s always by your side, mostly for moral support, but also for when you need another ibuprofen. You couldn’t have asked for someone better when it came to things like this.

Peter is extremely patient, with all things, but especially you. And as he’s under you, rubbing your lower back, you reflect on how much you love him.

He’s been rambling about his spider duties as his rhythmic motions on your skin slowly put you in a blissful daze. The sun is shining through your windows, a warm glow pouring in like it always does during this time in the afternoon.

As you’re lying on his chest, you can hear his steady heartbeat, the rise and fall of your head as he breathes in and out, and the deep hum of his voice as it reverberates through his body. You wish you could stay like this forever, but for now, you’ll have to keep this moment in your memory. With Peter, it was like he took all your pain away, allowing you to have a moment of peace within your hectic day.

You’ve been responding to Peter as he recounts his night, painting you a descriptive picture in the process. Simple ‘mm-hmm’s were enough for Peter to keep talking until he noticed your silence more than anything.

Craning his neck, he sees how your eyes dart back and forth under your eyelids as you sleep. He can’t help but bring his other hand up to your face, softly running his fingers over the skin on your cheeks. Bringing his head down, he places a deep kiss into your hairline, “Good night, bug. I love you.”

Just because you were asleep doesn’t mean he stopped rubbing your back. Peter kept a steady pace until he fell asleep with you, both of your breaths in sync with one another's.

--author's note: something short and sweet for the kids, alright? also helloooo, i've been in a weird burnout funk recently (womp womp). this is my little contribution to writing my baby girl peter parker LOL. ALSO 🎀 anon you're cooking with these asks, and also i'm on my period too...don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support your fav writers!!! my inbox/asks are open to send in requests babes. ok, ily bye<3333

#peter parker x reader #fluff #marvel #andrew garfield peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #spiderman #tasm!peter parker fluff #peter parker #tasm!peter parker blurb #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine

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knottyk · 2 years

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Golden Slumbers

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader

Word count: 677

Summary: Eddie falls asleep on reader’s chest.

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff

ps. I'm like 99% sure there aren't any pronouns used other than 'you' for the reader. pls let me know if i'm wrong.

You sat against the headboard with a book in your hand. Deep within the pages, you were interrupted when Eddie let out a loud yawn, his eyes pooling with tears. The bags under his eyes were prominent as he slouched towards the bed.

“Tired?” You asked, putting your book down.

He shook his head ‘no’ but you knew better. You opened your arms and waited.

He took off his denim vest along with the leather jacket and crawled his way to you. You spread your legs a little to make way for him. Like a well practiced routine, he nestled in the space you made for him.

Eddie laid his head on your chest, his arms falling on your sides as you caress his hair and slid down to his ear.

“You can sleep. We can work later.” Tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth as you keep your voice down.

Your middle finger traced his outer ear and repeatedly went over his lobe, the piece of flesh plump and soft. You trailed up the curve of his ear and let the rest of your fingers run along his jaw with a feather like touch.

He hummed as he nuzzled closer to you. He moved his body a little higher, just enough for your chin to rest on his head. You chuckled and Eddie warmed with the rumble in your chest, glad to be close to you.

Looking down at him, you admired each freckle and each wrinkle that reminded you of all the things he had to endure. His rough upbringing, fending off for himself and living the way he did. Having been exposed to things that he should have been unaware of at such a young age. You couldn’t imagine how he got through them all but you were glad that he did.

Chest rising as you breathed in deep, you kissed his forehead. With a small curve on his lips as he adjusted his head further on the space between your chest.

His hair was unkempt but soft as you run your hand over. Pushing his hair to the side, you scratch lightly at his back. Going in circles, from top to bottom, middle then all over. Figure eights. Alternating your index and middle fingers as if it’s a running figure. Long and short strokes, all done tenderly.

Soon, Eddie no longer held his weight for you. His head lolled to the side and you held him against your chest so he wouldn’t startle awake. You caressed him by the cheek as he fell deeper in his slumber. His cheek squished on your chest, lips slightly pouted and parted. You couldn’t hold back the giggle when you heard his soft purring as his chest steadily rose and fell.

You swipe your hands over his bangs, directing them to the side and holding them in place. With his forehead exposed, you extend your index finger and poke his puffy cheek.

“Oh, Eddie.” You whisper as you take in the sight before you, quietly giggling to yourself.

“You’ve got a lovely face, my good sir. Very cute.” You could imagine his response if he was awake. He’d pretend to be digusted and put on a serious, dead-pan face or he’d make a wacky expression.

You let go when his eyelashes fluttered and his lids pressed tightly, brows scrunching a little.

It could be a random dream. A nightmare? Whatever it was, you made sure it didn’t disrupt his peace. You whisper a soft tune against his ear, so soft and silent that some parts came out as a whistle. Thumb smoothed over his brows until he relaxed. You did it a couple more times until the distress is untraceable.

Two fingers brushed on his cheeks like he was a painting, using the pad of your fingers on the downstrokes and your nails upwards. His chest rumbled against yours and soon enough, you felt yourself being swept away.

Breathing in sync and bodies molding into one, you let yourself be carried to a peaceful slumber.

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lololol i suck at summaries and titles h3lp. anyway, I wish we could each have an eddie to cuddle with. aaand that’s my wish. oh and also world peace.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie x gn!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie fluff #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie imagine #eddie blurb

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minhosimthings · 3 months

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Enha favorite position

Anon I am saur sorry it took this long to answer but I'm on a fluff break so THIS IS JUICY FOR ME TO WRITE HEHE also im pretty sure hundreds of people already wrote this so this is MY opinion.

More under the cut!

Call me crazy but Heeseung is a doggy style man all the way. He is obsessed with the way your moans came out a different way when he stretched your ass out. Don't get me wrong, he loves his dick in your pussy, but to see you down on your knees as soon as he even said a single word, it drove him crazy how submissive you were. He'd push you deep into the pillow, suffocating you as he pushed himself in forcefully, the friction against your rear, making you want to cum pathetically fast. Heeseung loved running his hands through your hair normally, so to pull it up and hear you scream in pleasure as he pushed his hips in at a faster pace, was to have Heeseung reach heaven in three seconds, although he could make you cum in even less.

Bonus: "Aww spoilt princess can't take my dick? Too big for her hmm? Shut up and take it like a good slut."

Jay is a missionary man, y'all can fight me. Look, this man is infatuated with looking into your eyes when he makes you cum. He is also (not surprisingly) infatuated with controlling your breath, and also putting a baby in you. Jay could reach the highest of highs, not even the greatest addicts could reach, when he sees your scrunched up face as he stretches your pussy out with his fat cock, whimpers escaping from your mouth as your breath hitches every now and then. Jay loves seeing your face when he pulls out and slams full force into you again, lifting your hips up with his hands, so that you're buried deep in him, your breath moving in sync with his, and your moans elating him when your face morphs into that of pleasure as his seed tips into you.

Bonus: "Eyes on me doll, don't you dare close them. Wanna see them when I fill you up nice and full."

When I say Jake has an undying obsession with cowgirl (the reverse and the normal one), he does. Jake has a fixation on your boobs, so he loves staring at them bouncing up and down when you're bouncing on his dick with your sweet little pussy. Jake wishes that he could feel this all day, the feeling of his dick sinking into your pussy, how warm it makes his dick feel. More than ever he loves when you bend down slightly, so he take one of your tits in his mouth, sucking them until he's a goner. More than anything he loves how obedient you can get, one spread of his legs and you're already fumbling with his belt. While Jake does loving his normal missionary, this is always going to be his drug, to have you wrapped in between his legs, while you milk his cock of everything it's worth.

Bonus: "So pretty..... Such a pretty little good girl for me, obeying me so well ain't ya?"

Lemme just take a deep breath because y'all are about to witness me and my fixation with Sunghoon's oral fixation. Don't get me wrong, he loves getting head from you, I mean how could he not, when your mouth was practically carved for his dick, when you suck him so good that his legs are on the verge of shaking. But Sunghoon unfortunately is a sadist, and he is obsessed with getting you overstimulated. He’ll always push himself deeper into your cunt, completely drenched in your juices, with his tongue abusing your usual spot, which only he knew could send you into overdrive. Usually he’s bent on being neat and tidy, but with you, none of that matters.The messier you are, the more your suffocating his with your shaking thighs, the better he’s doing his job.

Bonus: "Aww poor baby, can't handle my tongue? How are going to handle my cock huh darlin?"

Kim Sunoo's thighs have an affinity for having pussy on them, everyone go home. As much as he likes actual p in v sex, Sunoo is obsessed with making you ride his thigh. And he doesn't even need to tell, order or ask you. One spread of his legs on the chair he's sitting in, and you're stripping off in mere milliseconds. Sunoo loves tracing your hips with his fingers, while you bounce on his thigh. He'd give a little jerk sometimes, making you whimper pathetically at the feeling of your pussy grinding against his jeans. And he's another one with a boob fixation, keeping his eyes on the cleavage, visible through your barely covering bra, while his legs are working to get your overstimulated.

Bonus: "Look at the mess you've made on my new jeans princess. I think you want punishment, don't you baby?"

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twogyuu · 1 month

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an unfinished tale [teaser]

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Synopsis: In an age absent of DMs and dating apps, a year you're not supposed to exist in, you defy all odds and manage to fall in love with the neighbor down the hall from your uncle's dorm. Part of you wishes he feels the same, part of you hopes he doesn't - for the sake of your heart and his.

Genre: Fluff, crack, smidgen of angst, first/last loves, time travel!au, 90s!au, college!au, uncle/roommate!chan, chan has a twin brother who is reader's dad LMAO, fairy godmother!seokmin; featuring friends!seungkwan, vernon, and jihoon too 💙

Warnings: PG-13 - profanity in this, they make out (?)

teaser wc: ~1.4k

A/N: One last run before I close this chapter of my writing blog . . .? Pouring all my feels into this one and learning how to be patient with writing and myself 💙 Who would've thunk it would be a Wonwoo series lol - I had the hardest time writing for him early on . . . Pls send an ask if you want to stick around for this one - probably a very long ride lol! Thanks for reading always, even if you never comment 🫶🏻

Adapted from this idea (sorry vernon 😅🙃) and revamp of wish you were here. Inspired by Wendy's Better Judgement.

start date: mid to end of march/early april

"You have to tell me!" Chan begs as you turn and make your way to the other side of the room - not that it was very far. The course from his desk to the bunk beds were less then twelve steps. "You're doing a huge disservice to my bloodline!"

"If I tell you, it's going to disrupt the time and space continuum, and you're whole future is going to be out of wack - I'm doing you a favor," you protest. It's followed by a small snort as you grab onto the ladder and position yourself to hoist up your body. What you thought was a quiet mutter to yourself than him, you add, "As if you'd have a bloodline."

Uncle Chan? Married? Bold of him to assume he could whisk away Sunnie.

His footsteps behind you suddenly come to a halt and the room grows quiet - only the sound of Vernon and his drums next door rattling away revibrate through the thin walls.

"I-I don't?" Chan asks pitifully.

"Fuck," you say under your breath. You make note to to filter that mouth of yours in the near future, especially around Chan and when it comes to his future. You loved your uncle and he was cool - ish, in the present. You didn't realize what a pain in the ass he actually was in his youth. Maybe that's why your father was so put off by him because you too are annoyed.

Making your way down again, you turn to find him pouting, gaze glued to the mysterious purple stain in once cream colored carpet - he claimed it was from when Vernon spilled the EZ Squirt purple ketchup, but something about the shade of it didn't have you convinced. You note how Chan blinks rapidly to will away his tears, an occasional sniffle cutting in.

"Look," you clamp your hands down on his shoulder, but he only hangs his head lower. "I'm sorry."

"I'm a loner hermit in the year 2000," he mumbles.

"Y-you're not!" you argue.

"I'm not?" Chan looks back up at you hopefully.

It's quite unfortunate you inherited the Lee trait of not being able to hold a poker face. The lie is evident in the distress in your eyes and slightest clench of your jaw.

"Seungkwan was right," he wails, slipping past you and flopping onto the bottom bunk, "I'm going to be living in Seungeung's basement and taking care of his kid!"

"You're not a loser, okay?" you exclaim, you rack your mind for some fibs, "Y-you're a music producer? a rapper? and you dance! Kind of."

"I'm dying alone!"

"I mean," you turn to look at his collapsed body, sprawled on the worn plaid comforter, "Y-you're not lonely? That kid Seungkwan is teasing you about is me."

Chan whines even louder, "That doesn't make it any better!"

You roll your eyes, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. Just as you were about to chastise him for self-pitying, there's a knock at the door - three firm, rhythmic beats. In sync, you and Chan lift your heads towards the door. It stops and a half-sheet of blue-lined notebook paper slips through the bottom crack of the door. You'd half expect to hear the footsteps of the perpetrator clambering down the halls, but their steps move at an easy pace and padded.

Chan gets up and follows you as you walk over to the note, carefully unfolding it. Black ink bleeds through - you're able to make out some letters from behind. The corners of the 'r' are darkened, the middle of the 't' sits like a target waiting to be shot at.

rooftop? after curfew :) - ww

As Chan gasps scandalously, your cheeks immediately heat up and you crumple the note into a ball in your fist in hopes that you're uncle didn't read it in full. Wonwoo's handwriting is messy and connected -something between chicken scratch and cursive. It's hardly legible most days. Nonetheless, the hope is weak, knowing the message was short and Chan was breathing down your neck as well.

"After curfew!?" Chan repeats, exaggerated, his existential crisis moments earlier forgotten. "What are you all going to do after curfew?"

You can hardly care for his judgement right now though - all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears and the jumbled thoughts. Shoving the crumpled note into your pocket, you take off, swinging open the door and eyes darting up and down the hallway, looking for him.

It's almost as if Wonwoo didn't want to go unseen - as if he was waiting for you to come out. He's by the door of his dorm room, one hand rest on the stainless steel handle as his gaze are trained on you. When your eyes lock, the corners of his lips curl up the slightest bit - if you didn't already know him so well, you wouldn't have known he was smiling either. His lips were stretched thin, but pressing together firmly as he tries to hide his nerve and excitement. You curse yourself for letting it affect you so much too, your heart fluttering at the sight.

His composure breaks, the toothless smile, turning into a grin as he breaks eye contact with you and turns his attention to his door, shoving the key into the lock. With a flick of his wrist it opens with a click that echoes down the hall. Wonwoo's eyes flicker once more in your direction before he enters and shuts you out of his world again, and it makes you scoff.

He amuses you, frankly - puzzles you, even.

You wonder how someone like him, seemingly so subtle and so calm, could root himself into your life in the short time you've been here, and paint it with loud colors and cause more turbulence than the waves of the oceans during a full moon.

Bonus because I'm excited 😭:

It was quick, lips wavering and barely brushing against your own before he retreats.

"Oh," is all you're able to say, albeit, it's barely above a whisper. Unconsciously, your fingers fly to your lips, pressing gently at the ghost of his touch.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"Um," you clear your throat, shaking your head, "Y-you don't have to be - you shouldn't."

"I-I . . . I just . . . that was my first time," he confesses.

"I could do better," he declares, a little more confidently. It quickly dissipates however. Wonwoo nervously adds, "Only i-if you want to, of course-"

"Y-your first kiss?" you clarify, asking a little louder - you're taken aback. Wonwoo wasn't ugly and he was a senior - you expected him to collect several first kisses by this point, not be giving away his own.

You crane your neck more to get a better look at him, though it's hard without the lights on in Seungkwan's room. The crescent moon offers a little help, slipping through the opaque curtains and casting a sliver of white across his darkened features, though it reflects off the lens of his glasses, blinding you each time you try to look in his direction.

"You should then," you interject hastily without much thought before he gets any other ideas. Unconsciously, you find yourself leaning in, shifting your seat on the bed closer to him.

He looks up at you this time, lips fallen agape though no words escape.

Only now are you realizing your words sounded weird - desperate almost, and you didn't like it. This is not a proper way to court your crush! Let alone in the 90s! You didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

Letting out a soft sigh, you shift back, pulling your lips in between your teeth in embarrassment. You repeat his last words to you - or at least you try.

"Only if you want -"

Within seconds, His hand reach up to caress your cheek, the other coming to hold your waist as he leans in. His lips are pressed against yours again, but firmer this time. There's certainty in his kiss, a sense of reassurance that this was right.

The first thing to fade are your nerves - gone with the hesitancy, gone with the pounding of your heart, gone with the intricate dance you had perfect when it came to him. You're quick to fall into rhythm with him, his touch brings you relief - comfort even.

The second thing to fade are your surroundings. Seungkwan's room melts away, the muffled beat that Vernon played for the crowd below grows quiet. Only the quiet gasps and twee chortles between kisses fill the room.

"Chan is going to murder me," Wonwoo mutters breathlessly as he rests his forehead against yours. As if to tell him otherwise, you tilt your head up and peck his lips once more, eliciting another chuckle from him.

He feels right in this moment and nothing else mattered.

It's 1993, but for once, time doesn't matter.

#wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

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kakushino · 5 months

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Rising sun

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

Kyojuro knows when to speak quietly.

Tags: unspecified comfort, fluff, sfw, short

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AN: Written for a dear friend. It will be better soon, love ❤️

“You’re unwell.”

Kyojuro’s voice was quiet, a contrast as stark as night and day to his usual manner of speaking. Your eyes remained closed as you snuggled further into your blanket.

He was right, you felt off to the marrow of your bones, and you laid in your bed like an offering to a sick god who relished in your pain. You felt cold, you felt lonely, you felt unappreciated.

His fingers were searing hot when he pushed back a lock of your hair away from your face, branding you with his presence. It made you crave more of his warmth, but how could you want more, when he already had so much on his shoulders - and you would only add to the burden he bore.

“Do you want me to leave?”

One of his fingers caressed your cheek softly, tracing a path of characters that you had no mind to follow nor recognize. It was slow and methodical as he waited for your response.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked gently, nearly whispering.

You shifted in your covers a little. He took it as a yes.

Kyojuro knelt at the side of your bed, his fingers going from your cheek to trace your features, admiring your beauty. It still amazed him he was able to be with you, in a relationship. You could do so much better, someone who wasn’t as loud, wasn’t as busy, wasn’t as-

No, he couldn’t think like that. You needed help now, and there was no one else, only him.

“Do you want me closer?” His murmur broke the lulling silence of your bedroom.

You slowly opened your eyes, though they felt heavy as if being dragged down by the combined weight of both your burdens. The room was aglow with a soft light of a lantern he lit up. Just looking at him in the gleam of the fire made you feel a little warmer; Kyojuro was the personification of blazing passion, yet he reduced the bonfire into a low and comforting heat when needed.

A small smile spread across his handsome face as he made eye contact. “Your eyes… they always seem to shine like the rising sun when you open them,” he whispered. His fingers brushed under your eyes, as if he were wiping any trace of sadness from your face. “I wish you would see yourself as I see you. You deserve the world and more… none of this you have been dealt.”

His hand cupped your cheek, and you pressed closer to it as you closed your eyes once again. You could hear him move and the palm keeping you warm disappeared; a noise of distress left your throat, before you felt him join you from the other side, his warm body pressing against yours and bringing the comfort you needed.

“Rest now, my dearest. I’ve got you.”

He kissed your neck chastely, and then it was just a symphony of soft breaths and hearts beating in sync.

You, and him.

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #kny #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kny fanfic #desi the blue eyed kakushi #kakushino

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loupy-mongoose · 2 months

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Warning: This part contains topics of death and grief.

In-universe it is early November.

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Randy shivered against a sharp, cold breeze. He propped up his turtleneck.

Ready to go inside? Mr. Fuji's brow raised in questioning.

Randy nodded. Yeah.

The two men had been taking pleasant walk and chatting, Randy getting to know some of the residents of Mr. Fuji's care. He found the Alolan Rattata particularly fascinating--It was the first time he could really stop and notice how different a Dark type felt from other types. It was a bizarre effect. Almost like there was a mist of... nothingness, keeping him from feeling it's mind.

But now the wind was starting to pick up, and his sweater wasn't quite pulling its weight. He was beginning to find himself missing the relative warmth of Paldea.

As they approached Mr. Fuji's house, a small tune suddenly began playing, causing Fuji to turn, startled, toward Randy. After a moment, Randy realized what it was and pulled his phone from his pocket.

...I need to take this.

...

He sighed, and answered the call. Now by himself outside, he gave a nervous smile to the recipient who couldn't see him. Hey.

The voice on the other end was as warm, loving, and soothing as ever, but still filled Randy with the dread of knowing what was coming.

Hey. I got your message. Is now a good time?

The man's eyebrows lowered anxiously. Straight to the point, huh, Mom...

You said it was important.

Yeah.... I did...

I'm just... Not too excited to say it...

Viviana's voice took on a new alertness. What? Are you okay??

Randy fidgeted with his unoccupied hand, winding some hair around his fingers. I'm fine now...

But...

He sighed again.

This was it.

Mom...

I....

I had a heart attack.

He heard a sharp draw of breath over the phone.

He knew this wasn't something his mother would like to hear, but she had to know.

He went on.

A bad one.

My...

My heart stopped beating.

His mom stayed silent.

It was an... unusually stressful situation...

Akoya managed to resuscitate me, and I got the help I needed... I'm doing well now.

He listened for a response. But she said nothing.

...

Mom?

Mm!

Her voice broke, and she sounded as if a trance had been broken.

Sorry... I'm... processing...

Randy tugged at the neck of his sweater. Yeah.... I understand...

They both went quiet.

Oh, Randy...

Her voice was filled with emotion.

I wish I could give you a hug right now...

Yeah... He looked down at the grass blowing in the cold breeze, once more shivering. I do too... I'm sorry, I just thought it would be better for you to know sooner, rather than wait for our next visit.

Oh, no, no! I'm glad you told me! It's just a lot to take in. I'm sure it has been for you all, too.

...

How's Akoya?

Randy felt a pang for his wife.

He saw the lines that had appeared under her eyes.

He knew she had been having trouble sleeping since the event.

He noticed that she always matched her form to his.

He knew that she kept secret fears to herself.

Secret fears that it would happen again.

That she would need to sync their heartbeats again.

Randy...

He snapped his attention back to his mom.

Don't...

Don't forget...

What it's like to be on the other end...

A memory sprang into his minds eye, giving him a chill unlike what the weather could.

Okay?

His father.

Lying on the ground.

His mom over the lifeless form, fruitlessly struggling to revive him against all hope.

The sound of the operator on the other end of the phone, their words blurred out of his memory with age.

His own helpless panic.

Yeah...

Warm tears burned his eye.

I remember...

Mom...

I love you.

So much.

He heard her sniff and take a shaky breath.

I love you too, Son.

Come visit soon, okay?

Randy wiped his eyes.

Yeah.

Sounds good.

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I know this is a heavy topic, and I apologize if any part of it is misrepresentative. It's not a conversation type I've ever had to experience, but it's something I felt needed to be part of the story.

#Linden Roots #writing #tw: death #full

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luvrhischier · 10 months

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losing game // trevor zegras

part 2

pairing: trevor zegras × reader

word count: 3.1k (might have gone a little overboard)

a/n: based on the song arcade by duncan laurence. lyrics are in bold italics (jumped around a lot and changed some lyrics to fit the story). no use of y/n.

a/n two: this is my offering to hockey tumblr pls let me in (f1 offering coming soon maybe idk).

warnings: mentions of sex but no actual smut (bc i suck at writing it), alcohol, angst with no happy ending

You watched as he collected his clothes and put them back on. Turning to you when he reached your bedroom door.

“Bye, babe. See you later.” He winked and left.

Silence ringing inside my head.

You sat up, one hand clutching a blanket to cover your bare body, the other running through your now messy hair trying to tame it. It didn't help. After ten minutes of complete silence and staring off into space you finally dropped the blanket and stood up. You walked over and stared at yourself through your full length mirror, examining your body and all of its features in the lightly lit room. You began to wonder why he didn't feel the same. Of course he wasn't obligated to, but still it made you feel like there was something wrong with you.

A broken heart is all that's left. I lost a couple of pieces.

You both had agreed to this. Friends with benefits in private, best friends in public. Nothing more, nothing less. However, now you felt a small piece of your heart get chipped away every time you hooked up.

Jamie had warned you both that this wasn't a good idea and that it would probably end in disaster, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you, but neither you listened. Both swearing that the two of you would never be anything more than friends, who occasionally hooked up. Now you wished you had listened.

The way Trevor now made you feel was unlike anything you had ever felt. Before he grew to understand your body, even better than you did, and what made it fall apart in those moments of tangled limbs, lips moving in sync, heavy breathing, and extreme pleasure, the two of you were just each other’s best friend. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never wanted anything more until a few months in and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it though Trevor's fun and loving nature carried over into those moments of close intimacy. It made your stomach to erupt with butterflies.

You finally silenced your thoughts and rummaged through your dresser for new clothes. You then picked up the clothes you formerly wore, the pieces scattered across your bedroom floor, tossing them into your laundry basket. You sighed deeply and returned to lay in your bed. You quickly stood up again as small tears began to build in your eyes. You didn't want to lay in the bed you just sex on. In fact, you didn't even want to be in your room. His scent was everywhere. His cologne was all over your bed and the smell began to spread around you like wildfire. You knew it wasn't going away anytime soon, it never did.

You collected yourself and headed to your bedroom door when you saw a crumpled up shirt hiding in a corner of your room. You picked it up and instantly realized it was Trevor's. It was the shirt he was wearing underneath his hoodie and he must have forgotten about it. You tried to stop yourself from taking off your old tattered tee and putting his shirt on instead but you failed. You stood there in shameful silence before finally heading to your living room.

You noticed a glass slightly filled with water sat next to the sink, Trevor must have stopped to get himself a drink before he left. You just wanted to take a nap so you left it there as you went to lay on your couch.

You opened Netflix, just playing a random show you knew you weren't really going to watch, you just wanted to end the silence that flowed through your apartment and sleep.

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You opened your eyes slowly, trying not to be blinded the bright light coming from the t.v. You didn't want to sit up, you just wanted to lay there until you sank into the cushions. You finally checked the time, 8:56 pm, you had slept there for over six hours. You felt your heart stop when your phone began to ring and the screen showed Trevor's name and a picture of the two of you from years ago. You didn't want to pick up but your fingers didn't listen to your heart or your brain.

“Hey babe.” God you hated that nickname so much, it made your heart both shatter and melt.

“Hey Trev,” you groggily mumbled as you stood up heading back to your room. You looked over at your bed and flashbacks from earlier played in your head. Trevor laying on top of you, his lips on your neck, and his hands roaming your body. You shook your head trying to wipe away the memory.

“So, Jamie and I spontaneously decided to throw an end of season party since everyone's here and I wanted to call to see if you'd come,” he sounded happy, excited, and a little hopeful.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you tried to sound as happy as him but you failed and you knew Trevor noticed, he always did. You used to love that he knew you so well, but now it just hurt because he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, notice your true feelings for him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing I'm totally fine. I just woke up from a nap and I um...” You paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I just need to take a shower and get ready. Bye, see you soon,” you heard him start to say something else but it was too late, you had ended the call. As soon as you hung up Trevor called again. You let out a frustrated groan before hitting decline. You quickly put your phone on do not disturb before he could try to call again and tossed it on your bed, you then went to your closet. You just stood there and looked at your clothes, too lazy to actually look for an outfit. You sighed and decided to take a shower before picking out an outfit.

You stepped in the shower and just stood there for awhile, letting the water run down your body hoping that it would wash away any remaining trace of him.

The hot water felt nice against your cold body but it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when you were with Trevor and you hated it.

Once you were finished you returned to your closet to finally pick an outfit. You didn't feel like getting too dressed up so you opted for something simple, a pair of leggings and a random top. Your breath hitched when you saw what top you had randomly grabbed. It was one of Trevor's team USA jerseys. You didn't even know you had this, he had been looking for it for ages.

Once again you tried to stop yourself from putting it on but you once again failed. You stood there in another shameful silence. You looked at your phone to check the time, 10:05 pm. You sighed before grabbing a random pair of shoes and your keys.

The drive to Trevor and Jamie's house was a quiet one, no music, just the sound of your car tires on the road, passing cars, and your quiet breathing. When you got closer to his house you could see a long line of cars parked along the street and what seemed like never ending groups of people walking through the door. A tiny voice inside your head begged you to turn around immediately and drive back home but it was too late. You had driven all the way here.

You were hit with the smell of booze as soon as you got out of the car. A small part of you wanted to throw up but the rest of you wanted to drink until you blacked out and forgot about him.

The music was loud and people were everywhere making it hard to walk through the crowd full of drunk kids with sweaty bodies. However, the kitchen was less crowded. Vodka was the first thing you saw so that's what you filled your cup with.

You heard a loud and dramatic gasp followed by a familiar laugh and turned to see Jack rushing towards you with open arms.

“I missed you so much!” He beamed and hugged you tightly. You could tell he was a bit drunk by how his words were starting to slur together.

“I missed you more, Jack,” you laughed. “Jack, sweetie you’re suffocating me,” you jokingly muttered out.

“Oops, my bad,” he laughed as he pulled away. He noticed the cup in your hand and grabbed it before taking a quick sip. Before you could jokingly get on to him Luke walked in. You knew he must have been his turn to be on ‘watch drunk Jack duty' by the look on his face.

“There you are! I swear I'm going to a harness and leash so you can’t wander off and I don't have to run around while having a heart attack trying to find you,” he said, slightly out of breath from running around the house and through the sea of people, trying to find Jack. Jack just smiled and shrugged his shoulders causing Luke to roll his eyes. He looked over at you and smiled. “What's up, I missed you!” He exclaimed towards you before pulling you into a quick hug.

“I missed you too,” you smiled back. Before he could reply you both turned to where Jack was once standing only to find that he had wondered off again. Luke rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I have to go find him again before he does something stupid,” he said begrudgingly. “I'll come back once I find him. I wanna hear about how annoying Zegras has been this season,” he joked while he ran off to find Jack once more.

The mention of his name made your heart feel like it was being ripped out of your chest and squeezed right in front of you. Wanting to distract yourself you looked around and skimmed over the crowd. You didn't want to admit that you were looking for him, but you were. You were about to take a drink of the vodka in your hands when you finally found him. You cursed every single higher being for the sight in front of you. There he was in the corner talking, dancing, and obviously flirting with some blonde girl. Their hands were all over the other’s body and they were close, too close, it made your body go numb. You felt completely defeated.

We were always a losing game.

Now your heart felt like it completely stopped working. You watched as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear with a giggle. The smirk that broke out on his face could've been seen from a mile away. Your cup slipped out of your hand and you felt it splash everywhere. You looked down and let out a shaky sigh. Quickly you grabbed the roll of paper towels and fell to your knees to clean up the mess, but it became harder and harder as your eyes started to blur with tears. You heard mumbling through the ringing in your ears but you didn't look up. You just sat there on the floor furiously cleaning up the spilled alcohol.

You finally looked up when the person shouted your name and placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. There stood Nico and Quinn. When they saw the tears running down your face both of their eyes filled with worry.

“What's wrong?” Nico questioned as he crouched down next to you.

“I spilled my fucking drink and I have to clean it up.”You continued scrubbing the floor.

“You've cleaned it all up,” he said softly. “You can stop now.” He gently grabbed your hand to stop you.

You looked at the floor and saw that he was right. The alcohol was gone but now it was being replaced with your tears spattering on the floor. You fully sat down on the floor and Nico followed.

“Okay, everyone out of the kitchen now!” Quinn shouted to the few people still standing around you, whispering to each other as they obviously gossiped about your breakdown. You watched as everyone listened and quickly walked away.

Quinn joined the two of you on the ground.

“Why are you crying?” Quinn asked as he scooted over to sit right next to you. You didn't want to say it was because of Trevor. You knew that no matter how much the two of them playfully argued and fought Trevor was like a third younger brother and, though he'd jokingly never admit it, he loved him. He didn't deserve to be burdened with your problems. But deep down he knew and you knew that he knew because of the look on his face.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you let out, in your opinion, a pathetically loud sob as you buried your head into his chest. Quinn didn't even care about the tears and makeup that were most definitely staining his shirt, he just cared about being there for you.

“He's over there with some girl.” you stuttered as you began to hyperventilate. “And I know I shouldn't be acting like this because we're supposed to be just friends but it hurts so fucking bad. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself!” You lifted your head

“I need you to take some deep breaths. You need to breathe.” Nico softly said. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath of his own so you could follow along.

“Alright, who told me everyone to leave the kitchen?” Jamie interrupted as he entered the kitchen. You looked over and saw that Jack and Luke had walked in too. ‘Fuck!’ You cursed in your head. It was hard enough crying in front of Quinn and Nico, now all of your closest friends were standing there watching you sob on the floor. You watched as they all quickly sobered up.

One by one they all sat on the floor with you. All of them extremely worried. You wanted to somewhat keep your composure so you didn’t freak them out, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore you just let it all out. You knew your makeup was probably a mess and your jersey, his jersey, was covered in tears and running mascara.

“He's over there, with some girl, and they're all over each other and I'm over here crying. God I'm such an idiot!” You hiccuped. You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of his jersey. All of them instantly knew who you were talking about. “You were right Jamie. I should have listened to you. It’s okay you can say ‘I told you so’…"

“I would never do that,” he said gently.

You watched as Quinn stood up, Jack and Luke quickly followed.

“Be right back.” Quinn mumbled, trying to hide the anger in his voice. You saw the three of them clench their jaws and ball their fists. Before you could protest they were gone. Now it was just you, Jamie, and Nico. They both scooted in closer and engulfed you in a hug.

“I guess giving us up didn't take a lot to him, huh?” You forced a chuckle trying to lighten the mood and joke but neither of them laughed or even looked slightly amused. You sighed. “Deep down I saw the end before it even began, but I still carried on.” You lowered your head.

You heard someone softly say your name and you instantly knew who it was. Trevor. He had that the slight roughness in his voice, the roughness he got after a one too many drinks and you hated that it was still sending shivers down your spine.

“Please look at me.”

You don't know how or where you got the courage, maybe it was because your friends were there to support you and protect you, but not only did you look up, you stood up and marched straight up to him.

“Babe-”

“Don't call me that! I think you have made it clear that I am not really your ‘babe' so stop torturing me by saying that!” You angrily interrupted. You knew that now everyone was staring at the two of you and the scene you were making.

“What's wrong? Talk to me. Why are you crying?” His eyes were soft and you wanted to let this whole thing go and forgive him but you knew you couldn't, your heart couldn't take this anymore. He took a step towards you as his hand came up and tried to caress you face but you pushed his hand away.

“You! You're what's wrong with me! You’re why I’m crying!” You spat. “I stupidly fell in love with you and loving you is a losing game and I got addicted to it. But now l'm done with your games, I have to be because now I need to go and put myself back together. So game over. I'm getting off of this emotional rollercoaster. I am completely drained because I've spent all of the love I had on you!” Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall and you didn't care you needed to say this before you lost the courage and let him back in. “I know I was nothing more than a quick fuck to you but to me you were everything and more. So this,” you gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is between us is over and so is our friendship. Because if I stay I'II let you back in and I will shatter into a million pieces and I will never be able to put myself back together again.” You walked past him and quickly headed towards the door.

You didn't want to stop but you remembered what you were wearing. You looked down and saw his now tear stained jersey. You turned around and Trevor was right behind you causing you to run face first into his chest, you quickly pushed him away and saw his eyes filled with hurt, panic, and tears.

“Can we please go up to my room and talk about this?” He pleaded. “I can't lose you...”

You softened for a second before regaining your composure. You didn't answer him, you just pulled his jersey over your head and threw it at him, not caring that you were now shirtless in front of all of these random people.

"Goodbye, Trevor.”

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its-time-to-write · 9 months

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ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

✌️😗

you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?”

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.”

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh.

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

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Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match.

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute.

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you.

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.”

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you.

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought.

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

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Say That Again? (Alpha!Ari x omega!reader)

Summary: You have a hormone imbalance that makes your heat different from other omegas. Very different.

Notes: GIF is not mine, this isn’t a beta’d read, A/B/O dynamics, reader is an absolute brat (as per usual 💅🏾), sexual themes (pussy slapping, oral sex, rough sex), MINORS DNI

“Fuck this shit!” You exclaim, gripping your sheets for dear life as you heeled over the side of the bed.

The cramp started on the right side of your abdomen slowly traveling downwards like a hot, freshly sharpened knife carving your insides

“Just stop already! Shit!” You yelled out, cursing your entire existence for needing such a deranged sign to tell you that you weren’t pregnant.

You barely had time to build your nest with Ari’s flannels and Henley shirts and your favorite plush pillows.

The nest was only a quarter done when the cramps started and you’ve been withering in pain ever since this morning.

Letting out a shaky sigh when the cramp finally subsided, Ari walks back into the room with a bag from Walgreens.

He bought all sorts of things for you. He had found a list on Pinterest listed ‘The Ultimate Period Care Package’.

He frantically tossed pills, tampons (although you didn’t need those), heating pads and countless other things on the list into the basket, hating the idea of leaving you alone in his house during your heat.

He even bought some things for his rut in case he were to sync with you. Although he desperately wishes that didn’t happen.

This was your first heat since the two of you bonded and it was nothing like he expected. With most omegas in heat, they were sensitive and clingy with their alphas.

But you? You wanted to clawed his face for even being in the same room as you.

You released a low whine when you noticed his presence. “How you feeling, rebel?”

“Like I want to jump off a bridge,” you grunted out, rolling on your side and curling into a tight ball.

“I uh, I got some Midol for you. But if you didn’t want that, I got Naproxen because I read that it works better than regular Tylenol.” He explains.

He takes a cautious step towards your nest and you snapped at him, a low growl erupting in your chest.

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me near you, baby.” Ari pleads. “Your presence makes it worse,” you groaned, your body trembling as another cramp rips its way through your body.

“I’m your Alpha. It shouldn’t make things worse. My scent should be helping you,”

Yelling into the pillow, you slapped the wooden pillar on the headboard harder every second it took for the cramp to subside.

The crease in Ari’s brow deepened, his hands rested on his hips as he watched you writhing around in his bed.

He sighs, turning away from you and reaching into the bag. He takes the blanket into his hand and opened it up before draping it over your trembling frame.

The wind from the blanket landing, brushed Ari’s scent in your general direction. A quiet purr left your lips and Ari freezes at the soft sound, cautiously taking off his shoes before sliding into the space next to you.

When you turned to face him, he opened his arm to you and you buried your face in between the pecks of his chest.

His chest vibrates as he purrs, his own body relaxing when you purred in response. The stomach relaxed when the cramps slackened.

“Has your heat always been like this?” He asked, you gripped the fabric of his shirt anxiously.

You hummed in response and he rubbed circles on your back. “Ever since I hit puberty,” you explained.

“Yeah. Apparently I have a hormone imbalance. My body produces more estrogen than the DES-hormone.” You started.

“Which is why you needed scent blockers,” he concludes.

“Yes but they were more than just blocking my scent. They were practically suppressing the DES-hormone until it was nonexistent. I could almost pass for a regular human. Hence why my heat is like a menstrual cycle without the blood, ”

“That’s.. I couldn’t imagine how it was for you in your teen years,” “It wasn’t for the weak,” you said with a soft chuckle.

“It had its perks. I was more aggressive than the typical omega so I was barely approached.” You added, smoothing your hand over his chest.

“And when you were?” “I had a cousin who was an Alpha-“ his body tensed at the thought of another Alpha interacting with you.

“And he defended me from persistent Alphas,” you continued, noticing his hand gripping your side.

“Any of them knot you?” “Ari, seriously?” You huffed, another cramp threatening your stomach.

Lifting your head to turn away from him, he pulls you back down on his chest.

“I’m serious, omega. Did any of them knot you?” “Why does that matter, Ari? It was nine years ago. I don’t ask about the omegas you hooked up with before we got together.”

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin when Ari growls at you. All in on motion, he sits up against the headboard and planted you in his lap.

He gripped your chin harshly and bared his teeth at you. “So I take that as a yes?” He questioned.

“I’ve hooked up with an Alpha before yes. Once. Then he tried to stake a claim on me. When I refused, he started stalking me-“ he waited until you finished, wanting to know as much about you as possible.

“I don’t want you to talk about other Alphas during your heat. I don’t want you to talking about other Alphas at all. I don’t even want you thinking about anything else besides my knot during your heat. Understand?”

“If you even think about knotting me during my heat, I will tear it off.”

He taps your cheek with his index finger, tongue in cheek as he processed what you just said

He nodded gently, as if he made something up in his mind. He brings his hand down your to neck and shoved you on your back before you could try to catch yourself.

He sits up on his knees, tearing your fleece shorts down your legs. “Hey!” You start.

He pushed you back down, tearing your tank top down the middle so you were completely exposed.

You bet he enjoyed the power trip of you naked under him while he was fully clothed

“I’m still trying to figure out who you were talking to earlier,” his hand rests on your collar bone as a silent threat to watch your tone.

“You would rip my knot off? The same knot you use to fuck yourself stupid every chance you get? That knot?”

“A-Ari, I’m,” he pried your legs open. You lifted your head to see what was going on when he pushed you back down again and sent a harsh slap to your bare pussy.

Your tried to close your legs around his hand but he sent a warning slap to your thighs, forcing you to hold them open.

He continued to slap your pussy each one harder than the last. “Ari, please.” “Stay,” he commanded, your body took his word as gospel and didn’t move an inch.

Smack!

“Ari,” you croak and he stops his assault on your pussy. He leans over you until your noses were touching.

“You aren’t just an ordinary woman. You’re an omega. You’re my omega. Act like it.” “I’m sorry, Ari.”

Smack!

“Say that again?” “I’m sorry Alpha!” You croaked, tears staining your cheeks. Your body relaxed once he lifted the Alpha command.

“I thought we were past this, omega. I was going to let the growls slide because of your heat but you just had to push it didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” he tsked at you, his eyes scanning your figure now covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

His gaze stopped at your pulsing core, your slick sliding down your thighs. “You going to be good for me?”

“ Y-yes, Alpha.” You let out a soft moan when he gathered your slick on his fingers and bringing them up to his mouth.

Humming at your taste, he slid down your frame until he was level with your core. “I shouldn’t even be doing this because of your behavior,” he starts, ghosting his lips over your core.

“But you taste so sweet. Such a pretty, brown pussy.”

He spreads your folds with his fingers, sucking harshly on your sensitive clit. “A-Ari,” you groaned, your body twitching as you were already neared your orgasm.

His slaps brought you just close enough to the edge but not to the point of an orgasm.

Alternating between sucking your clit and kitten licking your folds, the sense of euphoria washed over you.

Your body tenses and twists around in his grip as he continues to lick you through your orgasm. When you sat up on your elbows, you met his dominating gaze from in between your thighs.

He propped your legs over your shoulders, rubbing your clit with the tip of his nose as he licked up the broad stripe skillfully.

Creating a suction with his lips, your head dropped back down on the bed. Your shaky hand touched his soft locs, your hips slowly moving against his face until your body seized with another orgasm.

He let you catch your breath, pulling off his tshirt stained with your slick. He set the shirt gingerly in the nest you partially made.

Leaning on one hand, he kissed you warmly. You hummed at your own taste on his lips. He unzips his jeans and kicked them off his legs.

You mewled when you felt his tip smooth over your slick folds.

You rolled onto your stomach, lifting your hips so you were presenting for him but he turned you around so were on your back once again.

Sliding between your legs, he grinds his hard cock against you, occasionally nipping at your neck.

Your hands found his hair and gave it a tug, spurring him on as he left hickeys across your chest.

Lifting one of your legs over his waist, he slowly sunk into you. He cursed when your walls flexed around him, he pushed into you until he bottomed out.

“Still wanna rip my knot off, omega?” He rolls his hips in slow, deep thrusts, moving the leg from his waist to his shoulder for a deeper stretch.

“Hm?” He continues. “No, Alpha.” You whimpered, moaning when his thrusts quickened. His massive hand presses onto your stomach to hold you still so he could drill into you hard and deep.

“Fuuck,” he groans when your walls fluttered against him. You scratched down his back like a crazed woman, gasping when he arches his back as he spears into you.

Your body jolted upwards with every thrust. A strand of his hair brushed against his cheek as he gazed to where your bodies met.

Pins and needles erupted across your chest when his lips brushed against your painfully throbbing mating gland.

“Do it. Please.” You whimpered, wailing his name when his teeth pierced the previously claimed skin.

Lust burned under your skin as you scratched down his arms frantically, your third orgasm of the night washing over you.

Ari hissed when your nails break skin, eyes fluttering closed as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Shit,” he cursed when he knot swells, bringing your bodies closer in primal union.

You felt him soften inside of you, sighing in relief when your body relaxed from the constantly flexing.

The cramps were long forgotten. It was as if they never happened. “Everything okay? I wasn’t too harsh was I?” Ari asks breathlessly from above you.

“I’m okay,” “Okay,” he kisses you warmly, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. “M’sorry about what I said,” he sighs, pulling you flushes against his chest.

He slipped out of you when you hiked a leg across his abdomen, some of his spend leaking down your legs and onto the bed sheets.

“I understand. I wouldn’t be myself if I went through that kind of pain either.” “But watch it next time,” he pats your ass as a warning. “Yes, Alpha.” You purred.

A comfortable silence fell over you, his fingers drawing patterns on your skin and occasionally pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I think my heat broke,” you admitted softly. “Well that didn’t take long,” he says with a chuckle. You met his gaze, heart fluttering when you noticed his irises dilating at the sight of you.

“I love you, rebel.” He starts, smiling as you pondered at the nickname. “I love you too, baby.”

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Keeping my husband's name out of your f*cking mouth!

Summary: Rude fan and an amazing husband.

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To say Y/n has always been super protective of her family is such a small word. She loves her man and can’t bear that people can hate such a wonderful person just because he’s better than another driver.

“Keep my husband’s name out of your fucking mouth.” She yells at the rude fan.

Max couldn’t be prouder of her than at this exact moment. He usually doesn’t care about the comments made on him, but it’s been affecting his mood for quite some time, and she can't bear it.

That’s why when she comes back to him shortly after her altercation with the rude fan, he can’t help to find her more sexy than ever.

“Seeing how worked up you are when someone tries to attack me is getting me hot and bothered. Max mutters alluringly in her ear, closing the door behind him and grinding his solid erection against her entrance.

“We... we can’t,” She whispers, her head against Max's shoulder, allowing him to put his kisses on her neck. “They are right outside the door.”

“We’ll be fine.” He says, taking her breast in his firm hands. “As long as we keep this quiet.”

He palms her breast before pulling down the cup and taking her hard nipple between his lips. She arches her back, whimpering as he squeezes her hips and dives into her harder and faster.

“Max,” She whispers his name. For Max, it’s the sound of heaven, and an angel comes to earth to bless him with her greatness.

“You feel so fucking good,” He tells her, bringing their mouths together. Their breaths mingle as he drives them closer to the edge. “Fuck, I wish I could stay here all night long.”

“Losing your stamina already, Verstappen?” She smirks, and her eyes close.

“I’m about to fuck that smirk right off your face.” Reaching under her, he cups her ass cheeks in his hand and bucks his hips against her - harder, faster, deeper.

She holds on to his biceps, her legs tightening around his waist as he repeatedly claims her mouth and tastes her moans.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes. They move together, the two of them finding a rhythm that has them seeing stars as they admire every smooth.

“Fuck, I’m so c-close! This feels too good…!” She was crying out.

“You want to cum? Cum on your echtgenoot’s cock?” Max asks, breathless. Husband

“Yes, yes! Make me cum, Max, please!” Tears began forming in the corner of her eyes as she held onto the wall for dear life.

Bringing his fingers in front of her, going down until she felt them on her clit, and he started to rub the numb in sync with his thrust.

“Cum on, cum on, my cock! Show me how a good girl you are.”

He sinks deeper into her, sending her off the edge once again.

“Oh, my God, Max. I can't...” She pants, losing her breath as he chases his own orgasm.

“Am so close, Schat... you feel so good. I don’t want it to end,” he admits, sliding his hand around her waist to keep her in place. She watches him in the small mirror of his driver's room. Max smirks at her glare.

She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans of pleasure. She lowers her eyes to where their bodies are connected in the reflection. Max can’t help to find it incredibly sexy, and she’s sexy.

“Keep your eyes on me, Schat. I want you to see me cum.” His words are intense that she glues her eyes on him. His body finally goes rigid and shakes against hers.

Max loves those quickies. All this frustration is evacuated the best way possible, with sex and love.

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