#i literally fell OVER he is so fucking cute in his little shirt

[paradisecas]

i cant not share this we r keeping michael mozzarella (dab) and LOOK AT HIM IN A SHIRT!!!!

#i don’t know why i dabbed. it’s coming back in my circle we r dabbing again. no i dont like it. #whatever. look how cute my baby is. #and his uncle stumpy is in a shirt too but as a punishment bc he is The Worst #and also probably his actual uncle or relative. they’re from the same streets #it’s a beetlejuice shirt #i literally fell OVER he is so fucking cute in his little shirt #fat boy #oh my god im gonna cry just looking at the pics #so u can imagine how bad i am when im seeing it irl #mine #my cats #gabe has a home she’ll be heading out soon which is kinda funny actually #ofc gabe is the first to go #ohh i cant. a month ago they were hissing at me 24/7 #now i walk in and michael and luci climb in my lap #and it’s lawnmower asmr 24/7 they learned how to purr at me and now they dont stop #my baaaabbbiiieeesss

[angelltheninth]

ONE BED TROPE WITH MIGUEL PLEASEE

One of my favorites! Yes, this is so fucking good!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, friends to lovers, cuddles, making out, grinding, size difference, playful biting, teasing, literal sleeping together

A/N: This is the one trope I never ever get tired of cause there's so many ways it can be written and you bet I will make my way through all of them.

Miguel always sleeps on the couch when he's staying over

One part due to being respectful of your space, not wanting to cross a boundary but another part is that your bed is a little small for the both of you

You don't get to spend much time together because of his work and the missions he goes on frequently so you were beyond happy when he booked you both a vacation

Imagine your surprise when you got to the hotel and the staff gave you a suite with a single bedroom instead of two like Miguel wanted, you were even more surprised when you arrived into the suite and saw a big king sized bed waiting for you

Miguel tried to explain to the staff that you weren't lovers, only friends but there were no more rooms available, the only thing they could provide was a sleeping bag which was too small for Miguel and he was not gonna make you sleep in it

You decided to sleep in the same bed, which was awkward because you both knew you liked each other on some level but never voiced it before

Now you were pretty much forced into close proximity

Miguel tried really hard not to stare at you when you joined him in bed, wearing an oversized shirt and underwear, looking so cute he wanted to grab your face and kiss you

And he wasn't dressed in much either just his soft pants with the waistband of his boxers peaking out

He was worried that he was warming you up too much but then you back up against him on your own, your back fully pressed against his front

This was bad because how could he not go for your hips when you were so close, how could he not get excited when the woman of his dreams was pressing her ass against him

As if not listening to him, his lips feel down on your neck, pressing tight little kisses across your skin

The moment he heard a sound from you he backed up on his side of the bed, almost falling off it had it not been for you yanking him back by the front of his pants and kissing him

It took his brain a few moments to catch up to what the rest of him was doing because before he knew it he was on his back with your smaller body on top of his, your hips resting in between his legs

His hands cupped your ass when you bit his lower lip, eliciting a deep moan from you as you felt how excited he was becoming and how quickly

You were sure he could feel you too, the mess between your legs flowing, making your underwear damp

Being a gentleman as well as a tease he didn't let his hands venture under your shirt until you grew frustrated and got rid of your shirt all together, now being in the same state of undress as he was

His fangs came into play fast, leaving tiny marks on your exposed skin, all the way across your stomach too when he pulled you up more

Things didn't go past your heated make out session but boy did he want to and you were pretty sure you heard him sneaking off into the bathroom to take care of himself when he thought you fell asleep

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel fluff #marvel fluff #spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv drabbles #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel drabble #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x you #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Young recruit!König is so silly :33

He gets jealous over everything you touch. You’re supposed to be with him!! Your feet should NOT touch the ground! Sit on his back, or hang onto him like a koala while he fucks you deeply. Loves watching your boobs bounce in his face, teeth grabbing onto a nipple and dick twitching at your tiny squeal.

“Bet he can’t do this” he says as he spins you around like it’s a circus performance, before plopping you down on his dick again, the squeal now turning into a shriek.

Hisses at the cat he stole for you ^_^ and fights for your attention. He cockwarms you while u both sleep and he wakes up from his cool ass dream (it was you two living in a beautiful house, happily married. Not that he’ll ever admit that) because the damn rabid orange thing bit his toe.

He’d be in the hospital, a broken arm and leg from his latest mission, and he’ll beg you to come closer. Literally almost tears up (it’s fake), and you stand up from your chair and walk up next to his hospital bed. Haha! :D You fell for the trick! He’s so happy you wore a skirt, now he can finger u aaaall he wants! (He’ll demand you to sit on his dick after a while but you refuse, already embarrassed as hell.)

He is NEVER allowed near coffee. He would become an atomic bomb with all that extra energy added to his chaotic personality. When he’s petty though he’ll take a big gulp of your afternoon coffee, ending in him fucking you the whole night. He can’t help it!! He needs to let his energy out, and who else is better for the job than you? 🫶

Anon this is so crazy & cute AHHHH. I love every single word 😭❤️!

Young recruit is in serious need of some behavioral therapy and would profit from a few electric shocks, but sadly he has better things to do (such as chase and bully you!)

Flexes on his strength and muscles every chance he gets, walks around with no shirt on, sometimes even without his pants on because he loves to see that shocked look on your face. You always gasp like a virgin who’s never even seen a cock when he walks into the kitchen with nothing on, it’s too adorable ❤️

Grins when you rush to draw the curtains together so that neighbors won’t see his half-hard dick – König has some serious exhibitionistic tendencies, gladly it’s just to get your attention, but he could be a little more discreet with that schlong… You can manage without sexual harassment lawsuits crowding your mailbox, thank you very much!

And the need to show off doesn’t end there: König has to fuck you on every surface of you and the Colonel’s house. An attempt to claim you and this place as his own, mark you both with his scent or something – or then to destroy the Colonel’s precious antique mahogany furniture, who knows.

Trying to trick him to participate in NNN ends in a horrible mess because he all but wrecks the nearest gym’s equipment while attempting to survive a week without warming his cock inside you. Refuses to sleep on the couch to prevent himself from getting life-threatening boners around you, and so it all ends with König waking you up one night with the messiest hard on you’ve ever felt or seen. Has the audacity to say that it’s your fault he’s in this state, and it’s your job to do something about this dick before he goes nuts. (“Nuts”, heh…! Isn’t he funny?)

And the cat he got you quickly takes a liking to you, he didn’t expect it to steal so much of your attention :( The tabby gets sunshine smiles and enthusiastic babbles by simply jumping into your lap and curling there. You look down at it with unbridled joy as it starts to purr and paw at you, sometimes you squeeze it against you and kiss its nose.

He can’t believe he’s jealous of a fluffy murderous kitten, who, on top of everything, bears his name because it "reminds you of him". Reminds you of him, this crazy killing machine who steals socks and bites toes at night?? Who hauls you dead rodents and follows you around everywhere you go, even to the bathroom? Pfft…

#double trouble au #my beloved #könig x reader #könig x you #2 Königs 1 reader

[imma-queencard]

𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖊. 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊?

Red lights (part one) Hyunjin x F.reader x Felix

Genre:Smut,yandere,manipulation. [18+Minors DNI]

Tags: @jisunglyricist @annybah @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @queenmea604 @glitchyoursoulhehe @hyunevlogs @linosssss @freckleboilix @k-minnieluv @tangerinepiee @iknowleeknow @itza-meee @sleepyxxhead @hanonlymeuu @heeyboooo @sashe-xhelse-blog @hyunjinhoexxx (comment/dm for tags)

Your fingers gripped the bedsheet helplessly as you felt an invisible demeanour penetrating your soul. Something compressing against your chest. It felt heavy. You could bearly breath,barely move an inch. Just sprawling on to the bed while whimpers leaving your lips for impending death. Are you dying? A tear escaped your eye. You swore someone was trying to rip out your soul off your body.

"St-stop..God-god have mer-mercy!" You cried out in last attempt. You heard an animalistic growl as the thing was pulled off from you by an invisible force. Crashing it against the wall opposite of your bed. The photoframe broke down from the ceiling,scattering the glasses. You screamed in horror seeing the scene in front of you.

"Lord! Lord have mercy on me!please please!" you kept repeating your words when you saw the thing turning into a seeable form. A human? You furrowed.

"I swear you on Jesus Christ!leave me alone!Jesus!" You repeated holding the blanket tight to your chest. You gulped. The thing.. The shadow shifted into a human form. A man. His black pitched eyes staring into your soul. He forced out one of his wrists from the wall. Wiping off his lips with one of the palms before sending a devilish smirk in your way. As if he pulled that smirk to see you shiver in fear.

"Sweetheart-" he took a heavy step towards you but he was pulled back again. He hissed in pain cursing the godly power that was pulling him backwards,away from you.

"Jesus christ please-my lord!" you murmured seeing it trying to reach out to you again. Your back was pressed against the bed frame then.

"I swear on your Jesus Christ that You" he paused hissing," Would. Scream. For. Me." he literally spelled out each word while his face twisted in pain, "Fuck! soon-DAMN IT!" he screamed in agony and was vanished in the air.

You could swear on your soul that last night was no hallucinations of yours. It really occured. The creature,his dark eyes...Still made you shiver in fear. But none of your friends trusted you. You tried to type something to reason out your logic to your friend circle over the phone. Maybe they would believe in your words now? But everything in vain.

You harshly threw your phone on the bed in dismay. You sighed. You stood in front of the mirror. You took out the hairbrush from the drawer. You were combing your curls absentmindedly that you didn’t notice the change in reflection on the mirror.

"None of them believed..Do I look like an idiot to brag out such things?" you murmured to yourself combing the knot of your hair.

"Whoever thinks you an idiot is the biggest idiot,darling."

Your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes frantically wandered anywhere but the mirror. And found none. You shook your head in distress. This might be another delusion of yours. You looked into the mirror and screamed in fear taking a few steps backwards. A reflection which didnt belong to you. A blonde man staring at you with the most beautiful doe eyes you had ever seen. Little cute freckles all over his nose. He tilted his head with a sad look,"not happy to see me?"

"Wha-what on earth?" you stuttered and fell flat on your ass. The man came out of the mirror to your horror and took a step towards you. You hovered back in fear. You looked at the blonde who was wearing black jacket over his black shirt. Chains after chains were wrapped around his slender neck. His blonde bangs falling over his forhead contrasting the freckles as he bend near you. His lips all puffy & red making him the most ravishing thing you had seen in a while.

"You're so beautiful.." he whispered tracing your chin with his fingers. Admiration sparkling in his eyes. You unconsciously leaned to his touch. You were hypotised in his beauty, in his aura.

"I'm not that beautiful.." you found yourseldlf mumble back.

"It’s just you don't know how breathtaking you are,Y/N.." he replied pressing his cold cheek against yours. You shivered in cold but your heart felt a weird sense of warmth.

"It's beating out so loud..." he placed his palm over your chest. "So tempting.." he complimented tracing your cleavage. You blushed under his gaze but your limbs felt like paralyzed. You couldn’t move just looking at the unreal man in front of you.

"Is it beating out so wild for me?" he asked rubbing your lips with his thumb. Signalling them to open up.

"Ye-yes." you found yourself mumble again. You heard him chuckle before he slipped his index finger past your lips. Your pupil dilated in shock.

"Suck on this babygurl,yeah?" he cooed placing one hand behind your head to push it forward against his engulfed finger. You couldn’t help rolling your tongue over his finger erupting a groan from him. He cursed and took out his finger to replace it with his lips against yours.

"My gurl is so perfect.. " he praised between the harsh kiss before pulling you off the ground. His hands started exploring all over your back as he steadied you on the floor. You moaned against his lips wanting more. His hands groped your ass pulling you further against his manhood. Your lips parted.

"My gurl wants some more?" he chuckled spanking your ass lightly. His hand traveled up to your chest and grope your breasts through your clothes,"Do you like it,mh?"

"Ye-yes.."

"Who am I to reject such beauty,huh?" he chuckled and was about to start unclothing you but suddenly your phone rang. The sudden ringtone taking you out of your daze. Your mind came to sense finally. You screamed in horror as you push the blonde off you. You quickly pulled up the laces of your dress over your shoulder

"Wha-what are you!" you screamed trembling in fear. Taking quick steps off him.

"You-Jesu-"

He tsked cutting you off,"Don't complete the word,darling"

When he saw you furrowing in confusion,his face broke into a smirk. He clicked his fingers together and you saw him getting vanished just like the demon last night.

"Wa-wait-" you tried to reach out but it was late. He was already gone. However, you heard his deep voice echoing in your room.

"babygurl,the name is felix if it concerns. "

You were crazy. Crazy would be an understatement. You were getting lunatic. Your world almost collapsed in front of you as you looked at the painting laid on the art paper. You woke up today and found it on the floor.

It was you. Naked.

Yes,naked.

Someone painted you in such indecent manner that you could barely think of. Your sleeping face lying one side of the bed. Your naked body sprawled out with your breasts barely covered with a white satin cloth. However,your cleavage was on full display while your legs rubbed up against each other as a moan leaving your lips. You didnt even miss the sweats dripping from your forehead from the outburst orgasm you were having on that art paper.

"How-how on-!Absurd!" you gritted your teeth though the blush on your cheeks were prominent.

Your face darkened and your skin hair erected suddenly. You lived alone. Who in the earth painted you and dropped it here inside your bedroom! You did check the doors,windows every night and you were sure of that.

For the past weeks,you felt someone watched you sleeping. You even felt faint touches here and there of your body as if someone was admiring you. Sometimes you would wake up the next morning to find some colors or broken nibs of color pencil split out on the floor. You did find it strange. However,everything was getting strange with you for some weeks.

Your eyes welled up clutching the painting. Something was wrong with you. You knew you hadn't hallucinated those two shadows or two men. They were real. The touches were. You felt humiliated in your own rented apartment.

"What's going wrong with me..what's gone wrong " you sobbed alone. You threw the painting away, "Fuck YOU! all of you!WHATEVER THE THING YOU ARE!" you broke down. You angrily took the painting to tear it down,then you noticed the signature. The italic letters.

Your fingers traced the words, "Hyunjin.."

After taking shower that night, you tucked yourself in your bed. You felt relieved after crying out loud in the shower for an hour. You tried so hard to tear the painting but couldn’t make up your heart to do so. There was something mesmerising, some force preventing from doing so. You could feel the passion in that art.

You snored a bit as you changed your side. You didn’t feel it's presence yet fortunately. Though the artist slowly hovered over you till his hot breath coated your skin. You moaned out sleepily as he placed some soft kisses on your neck. Your breath hitched as the soft kisses soon turned into love bites. Marking your delicate skin with his sinful teeth. Your eyes shot wide open as he bit the skin of your collarbone a bit rough.

"OH LORD!" the words slipped instantly out of your mouth seeing one of the most handsome faces hissing merely an inch away off your face. You forgot all the struggles, rather kept staring at his delicate features. His black bangs falling over his forehead. His dark eyes illuminating dominance. His sharp jawline was a cherry on top. His red lips parting a bit wide,taking it's sweet times after bruising your skin. He smirked seeing you checking him out despite your previous grudge against him.

"Hyunjin.." you were shocked that this name slipped out of lips. He offered you a sweet smile,"I knew my girl would recognise me.."

You didnt know why and how. Your mind, your body, your existence somehow knew it was the artist of that explicit painting. The man from the first night.. The more you looked into his eyes,the more you became drunk dazed. You didn’t know when he pressed his lips against you. Biting your lips for entrance. He bit your lip harsh eliciting a moan. Taking his chance to push his tongue inside. Exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"Such a sweet thing.. " he cooed. You tried to protest but you couldn’t move as if you were paralysed. You almost screamed out when he slipped his hand under your night dress. His cold fingers brushed against your breast playfully to make you escape lewd sounds for his fun. You were the toy of him. At least for that night.

He smirked and groped one of your breasts before pulling the gown off your shoulder.

"We don't need this,do we?" he chuckled and threw the gown somewhere in the room. You tried to cover yourself to save the minimum dignity that was left within you despite your desperateness. But he tsked,"No honey..They say never hide a masterpiece from an artist"

You cried out as he pinned both of your hands above your head with that. You spoke, "but-but you are not a human..."

He laughed and grind against you,"Can a human satisfy you like this?" You groaned pushing your hips up for more friction.

You were staring at this demonic man like a pervert as he unzipped his pant and freed his erection. You badly wanted to cover your eyes,push that heavenly monster off you but rather you were oggling at him. As if you were under some spell. An incubus' spell.

He called you a masterpiece but the actual masterpiece was there in front of you - hovering over you like a spider.

"You have been eyeing for quiet some time,sweetheart" he mumbled against your ear giving you a hard spank.

"I-im sorry!" you cried out. None ever humiliated you to this extent.

"I dont think you're enough sorry for eye fucking an incubus.." he tilted his head with another spank on your ass. You hissed in both pain and pleasure, "I-I am.."

"If you're sorry,scream my name the whole night." he smirked running his thumb over your clit wetting it more," I want every fucking incubus of this world to know who's fucking you inside these four walls"

He groaned pushing two fingers inside of you. You squirmed around his digits. "Hyunjin.."

"Yeah sweetheart?" he asked curling his fingers inside.

"Too-too deep!"

"But sweetheart it's still just my fingers.." he chuckled increasing his pace. You were a crying mess back then. Gripping your sheets frantically as your stomach felt tingling inside.

"I-Im -Hyunjin I'm-" you screamed his name feeling your orgasm near. You were on the ecstasy, too high to think what your neighbours would say about your late night screams.

"HYUNJIN-GOD-whaat?" you looked at him in shock when he suddenly pulled out his fingers. "Why would you PULL OUT!" You screamed in agony. You were frustrated about the knot forming inside. Your whole body was on like needles,aching to come out and flood his sinful fingers. And there he was. Smirking at your helplessness.

He just laughed out in response before lining up his thick cock at your entrance. You bit your lips to suppress the moans as he pushed the tip throughout your wet walls.

"Gosh!you feel so tight!" he groaned against your ear while pushing his whole length inside. His fingers intertwined yours. He didn’t even give you time to adjust rather started thrusting his hips into you.

"HYUNJIN!"

"FUCK YES!Scream my name like this baby" he muttered under his breath increasing his pace. His huge cock was hitting your cervix each time. You were a moaning mess wrapping your legs around his thin waist. Everything about him was perfect. His sculpture, his demeanour & also his cock..

You cried out in pain as his girth spread your cunt apart. You were screaming his name in pleasure. No one had ever fucked you like this. So much pain yet too much pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back as he pulled out for a mere second,only to push back his cock in double force.

"FUCK! Like this-"

"Open those damn eyes and look at me. You gotta know who's ruining you" he growled and thrust harder. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. The pleasure was too much. Everything around you was shaking so was your greedy body..

You felt your pussy wall clenching around his cock. A knot forming on your lower abdomen. He chuckled,"My sweet girl is gonna cream my cock, hm?"

You nodded biting down your lips,too ashamed to confess.

"If you wanna cum, you need to answer me or I stop" he threatened rubbing your already sensitive clit to make you whimper. He was really testing your patience.

"Please-im-I wanna cum!" you pathetically begged moving your hips back and forth against him. The last thing you wanted to remain undone. You gripped his shoulder, afraid of him leaving you undone again, "Please hyunjin...?" you meowed staring into his red eyes.

"Be specific with your needs baby " he hissed giving you a rough thrust as his fingers twisted your nipples.

"I-I want to-I want your cock.." you couldn’t even finish before his growl interrupted you. He took upon his pace and rocked his hip into you. Your fingers dug onto his shoulder. Your lips parted wider in pleasure as another knot formed into you.

"I-I'M CUMMIN-" you screamed out the words when you came onto his cock. He smirked placing french kisses on your face while taking out his cock in and out of your sensitive cock.

"Too-too much can't!" you squirmed underneath him.

"I still need to ruin you with my seeds,babygirl" he growled and with a few more strokes hitting your gspot, he reached his orgasm. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. He steadied his cock deep into your cunt as he unloaded his cums into you. Pushing his so called seeds deeper into your cunt. You moaned against his lips feeling the sudden warmth of his juices inside

"Such a sweet cunt taking every seed of me" he chuckled in your ear pushing his juices deeper.

He took his sweet time before pulling out his wet cock. He then placed two kisses on your both eyes patting your hair,"sweet girl with sweet cunt deserves her sweet sleep now"

You were sleeping like a dead body after your cursed out sex with the first incubus. Hyunjin was lying beside you playing with your hair. He was humming a tone while tracing your cheeks. Tricking you into a deep slumber.

"You know you can come out of your hiding now" he chuckled looking at the mirror. Then all of a sudden a strong blow of wind rushed out of the mirror scattering one or two things off the bed side table. The flower vase fell into the floor and you groaned at the sound. Clutching more to hyunjin's side while sleeping as if you were his pet. He patted your back,"ssh,sleep sweetheart"

"Wow easy there felix.." hyunjin hissed as felix's aura lunged at him-stopping just an inch from both of you.

"We dont want our princess to wake up,do we?" hyunjin reasoned with a smirk.

"Our princess,huh?" felix chuckled back before his eyes turned red completely.

"No,my bad. My princess.. " hyunjin replied with a smug look and placed an intentional kiss over your forehead causing Felix to growl. He left your side and walked over the mirror to only get attacked by felix. Felix was now grabbing his neck against the mirror,his fangs threatening to come out.

"She already chose me,Felix. Just back out already. " he coughed out.

"Oh!did she?"felix started laughing and unhold his grip on hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin furrowed and carefully circled around the other.

"She already chose me over you Felix. Her soul yearns for me if you haven’t understood the fact yet,young boy"

"Oh?is it?We will see if she even wants to see your bloody face after waking up the next morning.." Felix muttered the last words with a smirk.

"Are you going to pull your as usual innocence card on her?" the elder asked staring into his eyes and continued with a chuckle, "She won't even fall for it,she's already fucking ruined."

"And devil says innocence is the bestest art of seduction"

Author note:This is first complete smut I've ever written so sorry for the mistakes. There would be a final chapter to finish "red lights" from SHE CHOSE ME,DID SHE? series. Tysm for reading.

#skz x you #stray kids smut #skz smut #hyunjin smut #skz hard hours #lee felix smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin scenarios #lee know smut #stray kids imagines #skz yandere #skz hard thoughts #stray kids scenarios #straykids imagines #i.n smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #stray kids x reader #hyunjin imagines #felix x reader

[katsu28]

to the moon and back

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader 

summary: bradley tries to surprise you with a Valentine’s Day date night, and you surprise him right back with something else 

warnings: none! just 2k of lovey dovey fluff

a/n: happy early valentine’s day besties!!! if u don’t have one ur gonna be mine now ok MWAH love u to the moon and back ;)

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There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in your apartment right now. 

You lived alone, and the only other person who had a key to your place was your boyfriend, and Bradley was meant to be on base all day, so when you got home today and saw a pair of shoes that weren’t yours nudged off to the side of the front door, you were entirely confused. Bradley’s Bronco wasn’t parked in the driveway like it usually was when he came over, but those were most definitely his shoes. 

“Bradley? You here?” You called warily, toeing off your own shoes. Normally, he’d respond immediately, oftentimes barreling out of wherever he was to come wrap you in a hug, or (no matter how much you pretended to hate it) grabbing you from behind as you went looking for him, peppering your neck with kisses until you begged him to stop. 

There was no answer, but an assortment of things were spread out on the kitchen counter when you made your way there—a bouquet of flowers, a few bags filled to the brim with groceries, a bottle of wine—but no Bradley anywhere to be found. 

It wasn’t until you ventured towards the living room that you found him. Bradley was sprawled out on the couch, long legs thrown over the armrest on one side while his head laid propped up on a pillow at the other end. His arms were crossed over his chest, mouth hung slightly open whilst he snored away, blissfully unaware that you were home. 

As cute as he looked sleeping, you perched at the edge of the couch, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge so as not to startle him awake. When that didn’t work, you pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. 

Bradley inhaled a deep breath at the feeling of your lips against his skin, craning his neck to take in his surroundings as he blinked awake slowly. 

“Mornin’, stranger,” You hummed, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. His bleary eyes focused on you, widening instantly. 

“Oh fuck!” He breathed, jumping a little in his laid back position. 

“Hi to you too, Bradley.” 

“Sorry. I mean, hi. It’s just—shit, I was gonna surprise you when you came home.” 

“Oh don’t worry, I was. Y’know, when I gave you a key, I didn’t mean use it so you can take a nap on my couch,” You teased. 

“I didn’t mean to!” He groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “I had this whole Valentine’s date night thing planned, I got wine and flowers and I was gonna make dinner, but I sat down for literally just a second and now…” 

“Hey, Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet. We can still do that,” You hummed, lacing your fingers through his with a pat to his knee. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Or,” he sat up suddenly, lunging and pulling you on top of him in one fell swoop, “we could just stay here on this couch all night, doing…stuff.” His nose rubbed against your cheek, lips following soon after in an attempt to bribe you to stay put. 

“While ‘stuff’ does sound very enticing, I’m actually kinda hungry, so…” Bradley was up in a split second, hefting you over his shoulder with ease. “Bradley!” You squealed, clutching at the hem of his shirt for leverage as he hiked over to the kitchen and planted you on one of the barstools. 

“You, stay right there. Do not let that cute butt leave that stool until I’m done here, got it?” He ordered, pointing at you with raised brows. You nodded, propping your chin up in your hand with a barely contained smile. He shuffled towards one of the cabinets, grabbing a wine glass and popping open the bottle he’d brought, pouring you a nice glass then cracking open a beer from the fridge for himself. 

He expertly located a vase in a different cabinet and filled it with water before sliding all three items across the counter to you. “These are for you, by the way.” 

“You know my favorites.” Your smile grew even wider at the thought, if at all possible. Bradley knew you well enough to get your favorite flowers and wine without even having to ask.

He snorted, seemingly offended that you dared mention it. “‘Course I know your favorites. It’s like, at the very front of my brain, all the time. The most important stuff, y’know?” 

“I feel like the most important stuff should be Navy related, no? Mister flies-a-multi-million-dollar-jet for a living.” 

“Yeah, that’s important too. But tell me who knows all your favorite things off the top of their head? You don’t even really have to tell me because the answer is me.” 

“Okay hotshot, if you’re such an expert, what’s for dinner?” 

He rattled off your favorite meal and dessert immediately, barely a second of hesitation before he started unpacking the bags on the counter. “Put the flowers in the vase for me, would ya? Make ‘em real nice and pretty, ‘cause that’s all I’m letting you do for the rest of the night.” 

“Bradley,” You whined, pouting at him. “I wanna help!” 

“No, this is my thing. Get your own!” 

“You’re insufferable.” You huffed, glaring at him sulkily. Bradley didn’t respond, just winked at you as he donned the hot pink ‘Kiss the chef’ apron you’d gotten for him as a joke a few months ago. You thought he’d hate it, but to your surprise, he was actually quite taken with it, opting to put it on every time he was in your kitchen and demand kisses “because the apron said so”. 

Dinner was ready soon enough, and now you were sat down at the table, thoroughly wiped from the long day you’d both had but still happy to spend this time with each other. You’d never get tired of seeing Bradley sitting across from you almost everyday, but especially today with how thoughtful he was being. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Loved. Like you always did with him. 

“Thank you for making dinner, Bradley, this looks—wow, this looks amazing.”

“‘Course, anything for my girl. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” He held his beer out to cheers your wine glass, beaming at you. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bradley.” 

“Okay, not to, like, diminish the romance here, but I really think this is some of my best cooking yet, so dig in.” 

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Dinner and dessert had been long since finished, but you and Bradley were still sitting at the table, where he had just finished telling you about how Fanboy had accidentally turned Payback’s underwear pink by putting a red shirt in the laundry. 

Bradley’s hand lifted to scratch at his cheek, and with that action you suddenly remembered something. 

“I have something for you.” You blurted, lips quirking up into a smile. 

“Please tell me it’s just you, me, and the rest of this wine while we watch shitty romcoms, because I really don’t need anything other than that.” 

“It’s just a little thing!” You protested, sliding out of your chair and dropping a kiss to his cheek before hurrying to your room to grab it. Bradley was still sitting in his seat when you returned, though he was now sporting a rather confused look on his face when you perched at the edge of the table, pressing a wooden box into his palm. “For Valentine’s Day. My gift to you.” 

“What is this?” He asked softly, looking up at you. You just smiled warmly, nodding for him to open it and he did, brow creasing for a split second at the contents. Sitting inside was a vintage watch, a little scuffed on the face with a leather strap weathered from use, but still ticking strongly. 

You gauged his reaction carefully, waiting for the moment his confusion turned to realization at what he was actually holding in his hands. 

“Wait. Is this…” He trailed off, flipping it around carefully, looking for the telltale inscription on the back that would confirm his suspicions. Just as he thought, the words etched into the metal were just as he remembered them, the same words he’d read and reread a thousand times when he was a kid. 

My darling Nick, I love you to the moon and back. Love, your Carole.

Disbelieved, Bradley’s eyes flicked to you, mouth dropping open just the tiniest bit. “This is my dad’s.”

You nodded, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. His face split into a blinding grin, one so big that his eyes crinkled at the edges as he leaned forward in his chair, one large hand splaying along your back to pull you across his lap with ease. 

“You like it?” 

“Like it? I love it.” He nodded earnestly, placing the watch gently back into the box before giving your hip a little squeeze. “Little thing, my ass! Honey, this is…so much more than just a little thing, where’d you even find it?” 

“I can’t take all the credit here, I did have a little help from Mav. He’s the one who dug it out of all of your mom’s stuff.” 

“And you got it working again!” 

“Took it to a watch repair shop a few towns over.” You shrugged, tracing a finger along the buttons of his shirt. “I was gonna replace the glass over the face, but I figured you’d wanna keep it just the way your dad did. We can still switch it out if you want though—” 

Bradley shook his head profusely. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re literally perfect, and I’m—shit, how did I get so lucky to find you?” 

“Funny, I ask myself the same thing about you all the time.” You said softly, taking his face in your hands and pressing your forehead against his. Bradley’s eyes fell shut briefly as he leaned into your touch, arms tightening around your waist until there wasn’t any more space between the two of you. 

You took advantage of that closeness to take him by surprise, kissing him square on the mouth, firm but slow. You hoped he could feel how much you loved him through it. 

Bradley’s hand found your knee, giving it a squeeze before starting to rub mindless circles as he kissed you back passionately. It would be totally cliche to say that his kiss sent butterflies through your stomach, his touch sending electricity through your veins, but you’d gladly use every single cliche in the book to describe the way Bradley Bradshaw made you feel, right now, all the time, every single moment you were with him. Even times when you weren’t with him too. That was just the effect he had on you. 

“I love you to the moon and back, sweet girl.” 

You beamed. “Yeah?” 

“Absolutely yeah. You’re the girl of my dreams, and I promise you, I’m gonna marry you one day.” 

“Wow, big dreams, huh?” You teased, sliding your hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Well y’know what they say, go big or go home,” He shrugged, offering you a cheeky wink. “And I, for one, am not planning on going home anytime soon.” 

“That’s presumptuous of you.” 

“Oh please, like you were gonna let me leave tonight in the first place.” 

“You’re never leaving, Bradley Bradshaw.” You murmured, stroking your thumb across his cheek. “I’m gonna keep you forever, you wanna know why?” 

Bradley looked equal parts pleased and amused, eyes shining with nothing but the purest of love as he gazed at you. “Why?” 

“‘Cause I love you to the moon and back.”

“There you go again,” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Taking my thing.” 

“Uh no, technically it was your parents’ thing.” You fired back, tipping your chin up defiantly. Bradley laughed, a booming chuckle that resonated through your body. 

“So it’s a Bradshaw thing.” 

“According to you, I’ll be a Bradshaw one day, so…” 

“What a day that’ll be, huh, sweetheart? Gonna be the best day of my life.” 

“Well then you better hurry up and propose to me already, shouldn’t you?” 

“Look who’s presumptuous now!” 

“You’re insufferable, Bradshaw.”

It wouldn’t be now, and maybe it wouldn’t be any time soon, but when the day came and the question was popped, there was nobody else you’d even dream of spending the rest of your life with other than the insufferable Bradley Bradshaw. 

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you wake up to the feeling of someone’s arms around you. frantically sitting up, you look beside you to see wonbin sleeping soundly.

your sudden movements prompts wonbin to stir in his sleep, ultimately tightening his grip around your body.

“just 5 more minutes taro..” he murmurs in his sleep

you look down on yourself, trying to recall last night’s events. thankfully you still had your clothes on meaning nothing happened between you and your fake boyfriend.

that’s when it hits you. wonbin came over to your room last night to hangout. one thing led to another and that’s how wonbin ended up sleeping next to you. you gaze at wonbin, who was peacefully asleep. he looked so cute sleeping, the way his hair was all tousled and all, it was truly a sight to see. you brushed some of his bangs away from his face. the light touch of your fingertips against his skin startles him awake, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

his initial reaction was to grab your wrist.

you let out a small laugh, “good morning, sleepyhead”

wonbin smiles lazily when he realizes it was just you.

“g’morning” he mumbles, before rolling back to his previous position, his arm still around your body.

you only watch him in amusement. then wonbin sits up, eyes wide at the realization of the position you two were in. instantly, he withdraws his arm around you, spitting out a string of apologies

”shit! sorry i fell asleep. you were so warm against me and i don’t even know what came over me–”

you grab the pillow next to wonbin and smacked him with it. he lets out an “oof” as you laugh

“it’s alright, dumbass. it’s not like eunseok’s gonna barge into my room right now to check on me. it’s still probably like too early for him to-”

you spoke too soon. you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your brother shamelessly barges into the room with sohee, seunghan and anton in tow

“have you seen wonbin shotaro said he wasn’t in his room last night– you gotta be fucking kidding me” eunseok stops his sentence midway when he sees you in bed with the person they were looking for

the six of you stare each other in shock? in amusement? you can’t really tell with the way eunseok’s face contorts into something you can’t decipher, sohee who looked like he just walked into something he shouldn’t, seunghan who was standing with his mouth agape and anton who was on the floor dying with the whole situation

“is this real? chat is this real?” anton hollers, clutching his stomach

“no way…” sohee covers his mouth

"HOLY SHIT" seunghan exclaims, clapping his hands

“i’m going to kill him” eunseok darts straight to wonbin, pulling him up with the collar of his shirt.

“eunseok no!” you screeched, standing up on the bed, getting in between your brother and wonbin who looked like his soul just left his body. eunseok’s fist was up in the air, making a fuss about why were you two on the same bed

“HYUNG I CAN EXPLAIN” wonbin desperately pleads

“EUNSEOK IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”

with all the commotion going around, sungchan, who was on the room next to yours, enters the room. “what’s going on in here?” he asked as he takes in the room. you were in between eunseok and wonbin who was now kneeling in front of eunseok’s feet, sohee, seunghan and anton all laughing while recording on their phones

“i swear on my life nothing happened between us” he hears wonbin reason out to the fuming eunseok.

“there better not be! i’m not trying to have little nieces and nephews running around any time soon!” eunseok booms (basically yells) at the poor boy in front of him.

but of course anton, sohee and seunghan had to be little shits and decided to instigate.

“but eunseok hyung.. why were they in bed together?”

“is that wonbin hyung’s hoodie that y/n is wearing?”

“if i were wonbin i’d start kissing eunseok hyung’s feet”

seeing how eunseok’s eyes were literally on fire, you push your brother away from wonbin.

“nothing fucking happened, seok!” you intervene, defending wonbin from your older brother’s wrath. you looked around to see anyone who can pull eunseok away from the room and you make eye contact with sungchan.

“jinsu! please help” you say with pleading eyes. sungchan had an unreadable expression on his face. you could be imagining it but you see hurt flash through his features before grabbing eunseok by his shoulders and dragging him away from you and wonbin

he was about to say something til his girlfriend walks through the door.

“hey what gives– oh my!” she gasps at the sight of wonbin who was on the floor, you standing in front of him, sungchan holding eunseok off. she puts two and two together and mutters an “oh..”

sungchan whispers something to eunseok before he leaves the room with his girlfriend. you can only watch the couple leave with a disappointed sigh. almost forgetting the situation you were in.

eunseok takes a deep breath as he calms himself down. he trusts you enough to let this go. if you claim that nothing happened then nothing happened. however, he still has the urge to give wonbin the talk after

“this isn’t over” eunseok starts, looking between you and wonbin, “you and i are gonna have a talk after breakfast” he motions two fingers in front of his eyes and to wonbin’s. almost like he was threatening him (he was). with that, he leaves the room with sohee, seunghan and anton scurrying behind him, giggling at wonbin’s flustered face

eunseok didn’t even bother to close the door when they left. shouting “this door STAYS open”

when the coast was clear, you hear wonbin exhale and fall to the ground with a hand on his chest.

“that was the scariest i’ve seen eunseok” he says, dazed, looking up at the ceiling. you can only laugh in agreement. that was the first time you’ve seen eunseok act like an overprotective brother. then again, you didn’t really have a “boyfriend” til now

“what are we gonna do now?” wonbin turns his head to look at you.

“pray that you’ll get out of that talk alive”

“y/n!”

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✯Somebody Else✯

Black!reader

Inspired by this reel i saw.

Summary: Chris lays in bed with another while thinking of his ex-lover

warnings: hella angst, brief mentions of sex, swearing, Chris being upset. weed.

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Chris groans as he spills his seed into the condom, pulling out of the girl beneath him and collapsing next to her. Both of them breathing harshly from the intense sexual encounter.

After a few minutes, the girl sits up and tries to leave the bed, but Chris stops her, "Stay for a bit, we can roll up and chill."

She stares in confusion, not use to guys asking her to stay after sex. They are usually the first to throw her clothes in her lap and tell her to hurry up and leave.

It's a nice change of pace.

She nods and grabs her shirt, slipping it on along with her underwear. She settles back into the bed, sitting crisscross on the black sheets. Chris sits up, reaching into his nightstand to grab the items needed to roll a blunt.

As he starts grinding the weed, the girl speaks.

"Who's Dessi?"

Chris stops what he's doing, his heart clenching at the name.

"What?"

"Who's Des-No I heard you. Why are you bringing her up? How do you know her?" His tone holds a bit of malice, clearly frustrated with the name.

"You literally called me her name."

He pushes the paraphernalia to the side and rubs his hands over his face in exhaustion. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. that was probably awkward to hear." He apologizes.

He didn't even know he did it and it has him thinking, has he done this to other women who have laid in his bed? The thought alone makes him want to throw up.

"Wanna talk about her?" The girl offers. Chris slowly turns to her, "Huh?" She rolls her eyes and grabs the grinder from his lap.

"Talk about it. it's clear you still have love for her. Maybe if you talk about her you won't call another girl by her name." She jokes softly.

He goes back and forth with idea. He could talk about her and risk crying like a little bitch in front of his one-night stand, or he could keep his emotions bottled up like he always does.

"Roll up first, I'll play some music."

The girl nods and proceeds to roll two blunts, figuring they will be here for a while. As she lights the first blunt, the sound of Lil Uzi's The Way Live Goes fills the blue-illuminated room. Chris settles back down, a pair of grey sweatpants adorning his hips.

They sit in silence until Chris finally speaks.

"She was someone I loved...I loved her and she screwed me up big time." The girl hands him the blunt, figuring he needs the drug to continue. He takes a hit, ghosting it before blowing it right back out.

"We met a couple months ago and I fell hard. She was beautiful, a little shorter than me, with beautiful brown skin. She always wore wigs but I loved when she wore her natural hair, even though she said it was too much to keep up with."

The girl mumbles something along the lines of, "She ain't lying."

Chris continues, staring straight ahead, "I met her at a party and we left to get food. She laughed at all my jokes, was super sarcastic and just had an amazing vibe. After that night I felt like I met...My person."

He hands her back the blunt, now fiddling with his phone. "I started taking her out on dates, which was new for me because I'm not good in relationships, but I wanted to be for her. I did everything I thought she would like. I got her the flowers she loved, I would buy the little trinkets that reminded me of her, for fuck sake I even wrote love letters."

"Love letters? That's really cute." She mumbles, a small smile on her face as she relights the blunt. "I thought so but she didn't. This went on for two months... She would tell me all the time that she loved what we had but she didn't want to put a label on it yet." He chuckles as her voice fills his ears.

"let's not label things yet, you're having fun, right? That's all that matters."

He shakes his head, plucking the blunt from the girl's fingers. "My brothers and a few friends would ask me what we were and I couldn't give them an answer. When I explained to my older brother Justin, he gave me this look of sadness, like he knew what she was doing all along. He told me, but I didn't listen. I loved her." The girl nods, choosing to listen instead of speaking.

"Two months ago I started getting fed up with it. I wanted to make her mine. I'm bad at talking about my feelings verbally so I wrote her another love letter. I poured my heart out, telling her how I felt from the first moment I laid eyes on her, to the point where I realized I was in love with her."

She watches as his eyes get glossy. Of course he's high at this point, but this is a different type of glossy, a glossy only made by the salty tears your body produces.

"And you know what she did?" He laughs softly, the vocal expression filled with sadness.

"She called me and told me to stop. She told me she wasn't in love with me, that she wasn't in the right mental state to be in a relationship." He wipes the tears streaming down his face, cursing internally for getting so worked up.

"I was hurt, but who was I to be mad because she wasn't in the right mental state? So I told her I got it, and that she can hit me up whenever she felt better, or comfortable being around me again."

The humming of the 1975 begins to fill the room, the girl identifying the song as "somebody else."

She watches as his breathing gets harsher, a clear indication that he's going to break down any moment now.

"She hit me up a week later...I didn't even get a 'Hey how are you' text. instead, I got a fucking video of her getting her back blown out by some douche bag and her moaning how she loves him."

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else

He breaks down, his sobs bouncing off the wall as he puts his head in his hands. The girl quickly ashes out the blunt and wraps her arms around him, holding him close. His whole body shakes in dejection, the tears streaming endlessly.

"A-an hour later she t-texted me and t-told me to f-forget about h-her because sh-es in a relationship."

Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

The girl rubs his back in a caring manner. She's only known Chris for about three hours now, and she already hated seeing him like this. She can tell this Dessi girl has truly fucked with his mental, screwing up any interpretation he has of love.

"Shh, it's ok. Everything is ok."

"I-I just don't understand! I did everything right and sh-she just threw me to the side like g-garbage! H-how can you tell me y-you aren't ready for a r-relationship then g-get in one?!"

Her heart aches for the boy. She may not know him that well, but if she ever met Dessi on the street she would dogwalk her for him.

She continues to comfort Chris, rubbing his back and mumbling praises in attempt to calm him down.

After 30 minutes, he stops sobbing and switches to sniffling. "Sorry for that... Must have been a huge turn-off to see a guy crying like that." He sits up and wipes his eyes, reaching for the other blunt. She stops him, slowly pushing his hand down,

"Wasn't a turn-off, if anything I found it attractive...I like guys who can be vulnerable."

And c'mon baby (I know) This ain't the last time that I'll see your face

The two stare at each other, the once blue LEDS now a soft pink, illuminating their faces and bodies in the warm lighting.

Maybe it's the weed, but the longer he stares at her, the more she begins to look like Dessi.

I'm reminded that I should be gettin' over it

He shakes his head. She doesn't look like Dessi, she looks like her own person.

I don't want your body, I don't want your body

Her own beautiful person.

He crashes his lips against hers, pushing her back against the soft pillows.

"I'm done talking about her, I want to focus on you Y/N"

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Sweet Little Sub -Klaus M.

I got a Sub!Klaus request (I lost it😢) but I gave it a shot. Never posted a Sub!Klaus before so I hope you enjoy

It was an accident. You had been in the room to drop off some papers to the art teacher when you saw him struggling to carry the large canvas and you decided to help. You didn’t know the door locked behind you and apparently he didn’t either because as soon as you had helped Klaus set down the painting the doorknob wouldn’t budge and here you are, sitting in the art room closet trying to calm down this nerds panic attack.

You had never spoken to Klaus, only seen him a few times since moving the first year of high school but you felt for him as he pulled his knees to his chest, hyperventilating.

‘Klaus, just try and breathe with me, okay? Everything is okay, there’s another class in this room after lunch, just breathe.’ You tried desperately to get him to copy you and while he tried, he couldn’t. He really doesn’t like enclosed spaces. You snuggled up next to him and tried to calm him down, but just as the tears began leaking behind his glasses you had an idea…an awful idea.

‘Oh Fuck!’ He cried as you cupped your hand between his legs, rubbing against his cock which Instantly jumped to life. You continued moving your hand until he was completely hard, staring down at your hand as he watched you rubbing him. He had clearly stopped thinking about where he was but you didn’t want him to start again so you continued, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants away enough that his cock slapped against his stomach.

How is his cock so thick?

You licked your hand before stroking his cock, cupping his balls with your other hand which made his hips thrust up into your hand quite hard. ‘Oh God! Please don’t stop?’ He pleaded and as he whined it sent a wave of slick down between your legs. ‘So good…oh so good!’ He was such a sweet thing, how could you deny him?

‘Just relax, you’re okay. Such a sweet boy, aren’t you?’ He nodded rapidly, head falling onto your shoulder. The whimpers that fell from his lips were almost too much for you as you pumped your hand faster, leaning down as he cried out and ensuring he didn’t get his cum all over the both of you, swallowing quickly. He sagged against your side as you fixed his pants, too tired to complain about the small closet anymore. ‘Don’t go freaking out on me again, okay?’ Klaus responded by pushing you to lay back on the floor and laying beside you, leaning onto your body. It was cute but weird before he was tucking his head under your shirt and pulling your bra cup down just enough to expose your nipple to his mouth and allow him to suckle on it. ‘Oh…you’re so sweet, aren’t you? Fuck!’

‘Mmhmm.’ He moaned enthusiastically.

‘Such sweet lips. Klaus-Shit! Mmmm.’ It was your turn to be the one panting heavily, his hand now running up and down between your legs making your hips jump and thrust against his palm. ‘Don’t stop baby, keep ah! So good, sweet little fucking mouth!’ Your fingers ran through his hair and his hips now jumped against your side but just as you were both really working yourselves up you heard the teachers voice coming closer. You jumped up to fix yourself and dragged him up too when he just stared up at you like you purposefully ruined the moment and you had hidden his erection just as the teacher opened the door, gasping upon seeing you. You were gone before she finished her apology and running to your next class, hoping to never have to see him again…fate is not your friend.

You began seeing him everywhere, though you suspected it was because he started following you around like a puppy, which would have been cute if you were a couple.

He left notes, and chocolates and cute drawings in your locker for the next week and it was all so precious when you considered the fact that Klaus didn’t talk to anyone. Literally no one. The boy had no friends, only a brother 2 years younger who never spoke to him and one that graduated 2 years before. You suspected though as the notes got more serious that it may be more of an obsession…though it was nice to be someone’s fantasy.

‘Y/n, I can’t stop thinking about you, you consume all of my thoughts. Please give me a chance to show you I can give you just as good as you gave me, you’ll never want to let me go again. I need you, and I’ll make sure you want me…and my sweet little mouth.’

That was attached to a cute stuffed bear in your locker on Friday morning. How he got into your locker you have no idea. Your friends had been making fun of you since the first time he said ‘hi’ to you and while you told them to fuck off, you didn’t feel right taking advantage of his sweet nature, which is exactly what you would tell him.

It was lunch time and you waited for him to walk passed the music room before grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking him inside, pinning him to the door as it shut. He was terrified before realizing who it was, smiling that cute lopsided grin. ‘Hello love. Did you get my note-‘ I cut him off, slapping my hand over his mouth and watching his eyes go wide.

‘I got all of them, for days! What are you playing at? We were in that closet for 10 minutes, I helped you calm down, that’s it! I don’t want your never ending loyalty and undying love Klaus! I’m a bitch! A proper bitch, I’m mean to everyone, and you’re a sweet little artist. I’m sure you can find someone better. I need you to give up this little crush, okay?!’ His eyes were full of tears and I instantly felt bad for having hurt him.

‘But…but you’re safe…you feel so good, why? What did I do wrong? I didn’t-‘

‘Klaus, you didn’t do anything wrong! I’m glad that I made you feel safe, but you could find someone so much better for you, someone who can be everything you need. I’m too…I’m not-‘

‘Mommy.’ I looked back at him in shock and his face was red but he held my gaze. ‘You’re mommy…want you to be. You made me feel safe…and small. No one has ever tried to make me feel better and I…please don’t leave me?’ He clutched onto my shirt, digging his face into my neck and holding on for dear life.

I stood there, holding him, and thinking about how bad this could have been for him. If he had latched onto someone else, acted like this with anyone else, he would have been teased mercilessly, but it’s me and I understand why he feels this way towards me after I took care of him…I’m an idiot, but I had to admit, I love his sweet attitude and warm hugs.

‘Okay sweetheart, okay. Let’s get out of here, huh? We’ll go back to my house and clean your sweet face back up. Come on.’ I held him to me and exited out the back towards my car, helping him sit into the passenger seat. The entire ride he leaned over the center console and held onto my arm and it was so pathetically cute that I didn’t know how to react.

Cleaning his face was easy and he didn’t talk much at all, occasionally mumbling but mostly just snuggling as close to me as he possibly could which I enjoyed more than I expected.

‘You’re okay sweet boy, you can stay as long as you want to.’

‘Really?’ He wondered excitedly and I couldn’t hide my smile, turning on a movie and relaxing back into my bed with him snuggled into me.

‘Of course Nik, I don’t mind snuggling, you just can’t hold onto me all the time at school like this.’ His hands slowly sneaked up my shirt, pushing the top up over my chest.

‘What about between classes?’ He asked suggestively and I snorted.

‘I suppose we could find some alone time during lunch if you need. Go ahead.’ He tucked his head under the shirt and pulled my bra down enough to wrap his lips around my nipple, suckling enthusiastically causing little moans from me now and then. I moved to pull off my shirt and maneuver my bra off, tossing it off to the side.

I had always known I was different, my preferences in boys being strange to all of my friends and making me believe that I’m destined to be alone but Nik has quickly changed that idea for me. I brushed my fingers through his blond locks and he whined.

‘Take this off baby.’ I instructed, tugging at his shirt and throwing it aside as it came off. ‘Good boy.’

‘Oh God!’ He groaned, his hips grinding against my thigh and I could feel his hard cock trying to find some relief.

‘You like that? Do you like being your Mommy’s good boy?’ His head nodded frantically, my nipple being released from his mouth as he slid down my body and pulled at the button of my jeans. ‘Baby, you don’t have to-‘

‘Please? Wanna take care of you Mommy, I can make you feel good too, I promise!’ He was excited and it was adorable as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He paused as he looked down at me, looking me over and making me feel self conscious, though only for about 2 seconds. ‘Mommy’s so pretty…all mine, fuck!’ He leaned down, nipping his teeth at my belly button and making me gasp.

‘Put that filthy mouth to good use baby…Ah!’ He stuck his tongue out, trailing it straight up my cunt and flicking over my clit. My fingers found his hair and I gripped it tight, Nikky hissing as I did, pushing his face deeper into me and seeming to enjoy as I pulled him closer still and practically rode his face as I ground my pussy against his mouth. ‘Such a sweet little tongue, so close-‘ my hips thrust up as I came quite suddenly, his hands having found their way to my chest and pinching my nipples which sent me over the edge.

He seemed quite determined to clean me up before resting his head on my lower stomach and looking up at me with his pretty blue eyes. ‘Can I stay Mommy?’ He asked and I couldn’t help my laugh at that which seemed to make him pout instantly.

‘Of course you can baby. You can stay right here with me all weekend if you want.’ He grinned and I used my sheet to wiped his face as he crawled back up to me and dug his face into my neck. ‘Sleep precious boy, Mommy’s got you.’ Nik drifted off fairly quickly, taking a nap right there pressed against my body and I pulled a blanket up, drifting off as well.

I came to learn that Nik would spend as much time as possible with his lips wrapped around my chest, it became his favorite pastime and between classes was his favorite time to do it. Especially if he was having a bad day, we would end up in the empty music room through our lunch period with him holding onto me tightly and suckling on my nipples. He was a very clingy boyfriend but I was the first person to tell anyone with comments to shut the fuck up, I loved how much Nikky loved me and needed me and I would never push him away just because someone is too ignorant to understand.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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[heartss4matthewq]

NOTHING TURNS TO SOMETHING (pt.2)

contains: smut, dom!chris,choking,fem!reader, fluffy at the end

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“what?”

“you heard me”

our mouths smashed into eachother with no hesitation

“i want you, chris”

“all you had to do was ask” he smirked at me

my hands were tugging at his shirt signaling what i wanted

“so, so needy”

i whined in response

in one swift motion my bottoms were off and chris was on top of me

chris pressed his hard-on onto my clothed pussy earning an impatient whine from me

“fuck, ma you see what you do to me?”

a quiet moan escaped my lips

“chris- please-“

“please what?” he teased

“touch me chris, make me yours”

he pushed my panties to the side and ran his fingers through my slick folds

“you’re so pretty like this under me, y/n” he said while smirking and looking down at me.

as he pulled his boxers off, his dick sprung out of his pants and hit his stomach.

“thats not gonna fit chris” i said while laughing lightly.

“I‘ll make it fit”

i lifted up slightly so i could take my underwear off.

he started kissing my neck and pulling off my shirt.

I moaned in his ear and kissed him once again.

chris looked so good in this state.

“so pretty, baby”

He looked at me with lust-filled eyes grabbing my waist

he ran his dick through my folds slowly pushing inside my walls.

“Oh- oh fuck so tight”

i bit my lip trying to hide the moans that were trying to escape.

“i wanna hear your pretty sounds, baby”

He grabbed my boobs with both of his hands and then sucked on them

with that i let out a loud moan, hoping matt and nick weren’t hearing us.

“Yes, fuckkkk! right there”

He started to gently rub my clit with his two fingers.

“i c-can’t holy shittt”

the sounds of his grunts and me gasping for air fill the room.

“take it baby” he groans out wrapping his hand around my throat

“baby” i clenched around him at that word

he pumps himself as deep as he can go in me.

“mmh~ fuck c-chris” i breathe out.

he smirks to himself.

he thrusts himself into me faster and rougher hitting my g-spot almost every time.

my moans grow louder the closer I got, it’s like music to chris’s ears.

he knows i’m close so he starts rubbing my clit again.

i start forming incoherent sentences because the pleasure is so overwhelming.

“come on baby i know you’re close, cum with me”

with that, i let out a loud moan releasing all over chris.

chris was still riding out his high. thrusts getting faster and sloppier

“shittt” he pulls out and cums all over my stomach

he rolls over and lays beside me.

“fuck chris that was so good” i said laying on his chest.

“so i’m not bad at sex” he says chuckling

“yeah mya doesn’t know what she’s missing out on tbh”

we got cleaned up and headed to the shower

we got into some pjs and chris handed me a shirt and some boxers.

Then we got into bed again.

“Do you like wanna cuddle?“ he asked me with this cute smile on his face.

“yes of course.“

We both started to get really tired and fell

asleep.

10:45 AM

The next morning i woke up in chris bed without him.

“what the fuck” i whispered to myself

just when i was going to get up nick and matt came through the door

“oh hey, thanks for cheering my brother up last night” matt said with a wink

“oh my. u heard that?” i said a little embarrassed

“yeah we fucking did literally threw up”

“oh umm yeah anyway where’s chris”

“he went out to the store or some shit it’s way too early so i said im not driving him anywhere so he got an uber i guess”

“i’m back” chris had flowers and a poster board that said (be my girlfriend?)

“oh and here’s apology chocolates for you and matt”

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i hope this was good bc i genuinely can’t write smut. SORRRYYY that it took so long to post anyway should i make a series??

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut #spotify

[rockstvrdotcom]

Could I request some Yandere Jeff the killer nsfw headcanons? As long as ur comfortable with it of course 🫶

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬! 𝑱𝑬𝑭𝑭 𝑺𝑭𝑾 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾𝑺 𝑯𝑪𝑺!

❀

please don't continue if ur uncomfy with any of the following! requests are open

TW/CW: female reader, non-con, stalking, panty stealing, yandere! jeff, voyeurism, knifeplay, stockholm syndrome, mutual masturbation (except you dont know jeff is there LMAO), jeff fucks you infront of this guy who whistled at you while hes bleeding to death

cute lil backstory to begin! 😍

- he became absolutely infatuated with you when he saw you taking a walk in the woods.

- his mission was to capture you, not sit on the branch of the highest tree in the forest and watch you walk. admiring the way your hips swayed with each step you took.

- you didn't know he was watching you. of course you didn't know he was watching you.

- he took notice that you took a walk in the woods everyday, ignoring slenders demands that he complete his missions. eventually, he followed you home.

SFW (kinda? idk)

- YANDERE JEFF! is extremely possesive, literally goes crazy over every man you flirt with. will most likely threaten or kill them.

- YANDERE JEFF! steals alot of your things when your out of the house. towels,, clothes, panties (especially), pillow cases, etc.

- once he brung you back to the mansion, you stayed chained to his bed. although he was supposed to bring you to slender, slender let him toy around with you. jeff tried to show his affection for you, but was ultimately met with the cold shoulder. rightfully so, since he literally kidnapped you.

- eventually, you began to grow dependent on him. he was the only one who 'protected' you from the other residents of the manor. he expected your love and affection in return for protection. eventually, you fell in "love" with him. he had finally gotten through to you, and he was overjoyed when you admitted it, promising to keep you safe and fuck up anyone who gets in the way of you and him.

NSFW BELOW

- YANDERE JEFF! loves to watch you sleep, especially when your just in a loose shirt and some panties. some nights he'll even sneak in, fondling with your boobs, thighs and ass while your asleep. he can't wait to do exactly that while you're awake.

- YANDERE JEFF! definitely steals your panties, washed or unwashed. you spend hours looking for your favorite pair while jeff is back at the mansion jerking off with them wrapped around his dick, imagining its your tight pussy.

- YANDERE JEFF! jerks off while watching you shower. he thinks its really your fault for not closing the blinds of a window that literally points directly to the shower. and your shower has clear glass doors.

- YANDERE JEFF! always carries his favorite pair of panties he stole from you, and when hes watching you through your window, your hands in your silky underwear, back arched and moaning— he slides your stolen panties on and off of his cock. he matches the pace at which your fingers are going in and out of your aching cunt.

- YANDERE JEFF! plans the day that hes going to capture you and make you his, breaking in while your playing with yourself. leaving bite marks all over your skin and toying with your swollen clit; his hand clamped roughly over your mouth.

he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, his fingers dancing around your clothed pearl. you wanted to scream, to call for help, but his knife was against your throat. tears flowed out of your eyes as you felt a growing bulge beneath you.

"quiet down, baby. i don't want to have to fuck up your pretty little face."

- when he took you to the mansion and held you captive in his room, he would often take his stress out on you through sex. rough sex. each time, he left your body bruised and battered. you were unable to walk for the days— not like you could walk since you were chained up anyway. but he made sure to take extra care of you during those days, making you truly believe he felt guilty.

- during sex, he loves to put his knife up to your throat; sometimes even nicking you. once you finally began to get used to him, you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed it.

- loves to make you choke and gag on his cock as a punishment. tried to escape? head. misbehave? your lips are already wrapped around his dick.

- loves to mark you all over. and once he finally trusts you enough to bring you outside, like to the grocery store, he makes you wear revealing tops and holds your hand, marks all over your body— everybody can see that you belong to him.

- one time this guy whistled at you while you guys were outside. so jeff being jeff, he knocked him out. when the guy woke up, jeff was already marking up his body with his knife; then jeff fucked you infront him as he bled to death. he wasn't lying when he said he'd fuck up anyone who tried to get in the way of you and him.

jeff pounded into you, pulling your hair as he fucked you senseless. you moaned shamelessly infront of the man that whistled at you, a knife in his gut. jeff cackled inbetween grunts, "she's so hot right? i bet you wish you were inside of her right now.. too bad you're about to die."

sorry i hope this was good! lowkey struggled to write this coz ive never written hcs before 😭🙏 also sorry it was so late LMAO. tips/suggestions are appreciated!

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #x reader #female reader #smut #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jtk #jtk creepypasta #yandere #hcs #yandere jtk #yandere hcs

[vilegelics]

— boyfriend headcanons! matt sturniolo

→ pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

→ warnings: sfw & nsfw (mdni!!)

→ notes: first post so hi hi! apologies if it’s all over the place, i tried to make it cohesive :)

sfw… ₊˚﹕✧﹒

- i know everyone says this but he would genuinely be the best boyfriend ever like??

- epitome of soft black lab bf and i will take no slander!!

- he’s well versed on the importance of communication, so he’s ALWAYS telling you every little detail of his day / what he’s thinking (once he’s opened up to you)

- cuddles!! all the time!!

- he’s huge on physical touch, not so much pda but whenever you guys aren’t in a public space… he’s ALWAYS touching you

-hand on the small of your back, running his fingers through your hair, laying his head on your lap are just a few favorites of his

- bro gives multitudes of cheek & forehead kisses

-(mostly because he likes the way you blush afterwards)

- also he loves to see you in his clothes.

- first time he realized it was when you guys were on a picnic date and it suddenly started pouring

- both of you ran back to his car but by that time your shirt & pants were soaked. he gave you a pair of sweats & a sweater he had sitting in the trunk of his car

- and when he saw you with them on… dude just about fell out of his seat because he didnt think you could get any more beautiful

- so from then on, he will insist on you stealing and wearing his clothes. literally nothing makes him feel more head over heels for you!!

- i feel like he’d be the type to have a private but not secret relationship; he’d soft launch and post pictures of you guys doing stuff every once in a while but wouldn’t show your face (if you aren’t comfortable with it)

nsfw…₊˚﹕✧﹒

- idc what you say, this man is HORNYYY 24/7

- literally any little thing you do will turn him on

- seeing you fresh out of the shower? bricked up. watching you with kids? on his knees. bending over to pick something up? he’s behind you.

- also i just know he’s vocal.

- certified whimperer & munch ‼️

- matt is 100% a boob man. i don’t make the rules. he is grabbing and marking them up whenever he has the chance

- like i can just imagine him railing you from behind and grabbing your tits as he pulls you up to his chest AAAAHHH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- i personally couldn’t see him being too into degradation or rough sex, but if he’s had a bad day or is super frustrated then he’ll take it out on you just slightly

- most of the time though he’s so cute ohmygod <33

- “fuck baby, you take me so well”

- “holy shit- you make me feel so good”

- king of aftercare too 🙏

- you will never catch this man rolling over and going to sleep after sex. after you’ve both ridden out your highs, he’s up immediately and grabbing a warm washcloth to clean you up, getting water and maybe a snack or two

- and if it was an especially rough session, he’ll kiss every inch of your body whilst giving praise on how you did so well

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #smut #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo headcanon #boyfriend #nsft concept #kenny speaks!

[tainted-liquor]

'First Time Father⋆˚✿˖°

Father! 1610 Miles Morales x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: N word usage, clueless Miles, n cussin !! W/C: 765 A/N: Miles is 26! Ty luvs

"Okay...Okay...she's gonna be fine, she's gonna be JUST fine..." Miles chanted in his car as he sped to the hospital. He gave quick praise to the most high that his dad was captain of the NYPD, otherwise, he'd be in a situation regarding his speed. He half-parked in the hospital parking lot before he flew up the stairs, gasping and panting as he stumbled into the delivery room. He was clearly trying his best to remain calm as he ran to hold your hand. As soon as labor started though, he fucking fainted.

He fell face-first on the floor for a couple seconds before getting back up, wincing in pain and pinching his nose gently. "I'm okay love, don't worry about me-!" He muttered as he continued holding your hand. Truth be told, he was both elated and terrified of meeting his new baby girl. He didn't actually know what he was doing, and he was mortified to fuck it up. A storm of 'what ifs' and worries swarmed in his mind as he focused on his beautiful wife, feeling himself grow more and more afraid until...

He heard a cry break through to his eardrums, and the tiniest little hands raise up and fight being swaddled. Not even three seconds in the world, and she was already putting up a fight with her surroundings. Miles chuckled as tears pooled in his eyes, immediately breaking down at your bedside as he faced his daughter. "What's her name, love?" he whispered as he held the small pile of blankets...incorrectly. "I was thinking of Narai...or Zayani maybe? Which one do you prefer?" You asked with a tired smile and sleepy eyes.

And as soon as that little face of hers came into Miles's field of vision, everything was over. He knew then and there that he would lay his life down against anything in the world that even attempted to shuffle a hair on her little head. He held her as close as humanly possible, giving a death glare to the nurse who even raised her arms a fraction before turning his attention back to you. "I love Zayani" he nodded, tears silently coursing down his face. "Damn, how you cryin' more than me? I just pushed her out" you laughed as Miles shot you the nastiest glare of all time.

And from then on, Zayani became the absolute love of his life. He had her decked out in the cutest outfits ever, like this and this! There wasn't a second that passed by where he wasn't holding his daughter, explaining things to her that she gave no sign of understanding, and taking naps all snuggled up with her on the couch. You even have an album dedicated to Miles holding her wrong, which you just grew to accept he'd never quite learn how to do. "Miles. What the fuck are you doing nigga."

"I'm making sure she doesn't stop breathing in the middle of the night! What, I can't be a dad?" He whispered. You did absolutely nothing but chuckle and go back to your room. There was nothing in the world that could take him out of her crib, so you just left it alone. You retreated back to your shared bedroom, tilted the baby monitor so you could see the screen, and chuckled to yourself. You watched as he fell back asleep with the baby comfortably stationed at his side. He looked utterly at peace like he was finally relaxing for the first time in years.

You absolutely adored the bond that your two favorite people in the world had, it was like something out of a cute little Disney movie. When Zayani first started crawling and babbling, she made it very very clear who her favorite was, despite all of Miles's efforts. "C'mon Zaya can daddy just hold you for like five minutes...?" Miles pleaded with the infant as she clung onto the back of your shirt for dear life. She made a couple angry babbling noises before blowing a raspberry toward Miles. "You literally love me any other moment, but when I wanna spend time with you suddenly you hate me?" Miles frantically 'argued'.

They spent the next 5 minutes babbling angrily back and forth, with Zayani crawling all across your body as she shrieked at her father. Miles gasped loudly, resting a hand over his chest and pretending to be both shocked and deeply offended. "Don't you raise your voice at me, Chiquita! ¿Con quién hablas?!" he retorted with a look of amuesement.

"You're so adorable, c'mere-"

*CHOMP!*

"AAAAH-"

#atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x you #miles 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales #spiderparents #spiderman #into the spider verse #arachnids #arachnikids

[illvmiimoved]

Just Helping You Sleep.

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB reader (GN pronouns)

TAGS/INCLUDED: Lactation (not really nsfw though) * Dad!Miguel * Miguel is super smitten * if he’s Spider-Man is up to you * fluff * au where he had Gabriella normally so she isn’t literally dead

A/N: this is my first ever tumblr post so please have mercy LOL. What a first post am I right gang? Anyways happy reading ❤️

New account cause I screwed up 😭

Miguel has had one thing on his mind lately.

Your tits.

It was weird as hell, considering the situation, but it was true. He couldn’t get those damn things out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

He’d be busy at work, then boom. Titty thoughts.

You’d had his baby recently, which didn’t help (and was also the cause of the recent boob thought influxes). The baby was a beautiful girl and light of Miguel’s life, Gabriella.

You were breastfeeding Gabri, which was the main cause. You not only exposed them more often, but it also made your boobs larger than they were originally.

Miguel was honestly pretty ashamed of getting horny of you merely feeding your child, but here he was.

One day, Miguel was sitting on the couch, watching the news with a beer in one hand and Gabriella in the other. She was snug against him and content, ‘till she began crying.

You had raced over to get her, cooing things like “Oh no, what’s wrong, baby?” And “Are Papa’s stupid news stories boring you to tears, my poor thing?”

You swooped the little girl from his arms, and popped your shirt open in record time to feed her. Miguel nearly dropped his beer.

You noticed his staring and asked if he was alright, and he just said something akin to “Yeah, Gabi’s just so cute when she eats.” Which was true, just not the reason he was staring so intently.

The second a drop of milk dribbled down your boob and down towards your torso, Miguel began to sweat in his wife-beater and had to literally leave the room.

Miguel has caught himself having extremely weird thoughts as of late. A lot of the time, he realizes he’s actually envious of his 3 month old daughter for being able to be that up close and personal with your chest.

Another one is when that drip of milk dribbled down your chest, he had to actually stop himself from swiping a finger under it to catch it on the pad of his finger, and taste it.

He had absolutely no idea what was happening.

He currently was sat on yours and his shared bed, doing some work on his iPad. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, so he pushes them up. You walk in from just finally getting your daughter down, palming your boobs uncomfortably and looking around the room.

He looks up from his tablet, “What’s wrong, querido?”

“I can’t find that stupid breast pump, and Gabriella didn’t empty me before she fell asleep. It fuckin’ hurts.”

He saves his work before shutting his tablet off, getting up from his spot to help you look around for the pump to alleviate your pain.

You sigh exhaustedly, “I swear to god if it’s in her room and I have to go in there and risk waking her up-“

Miguel sits back on the bed when he can’t find it and for some reason, his mind decided that yeah, this was a great thing to blurt out;

“Do you want me to help?”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to look at him comically slowly. You stare at him, “Eh?”

Miguel pales in the face when he realizes what he actually just fucking said, what he suggested.

“I just meant- uhm- Amor I didn’t mean-“

He shut up before he could make things worse than he already had.

You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, staring at him, “Did you… are you suggesting you drink me dry?”

Miguel lets out a loud groan, “Don’t say it like that, cariño!” He covers his face with his hands.

You just snicker and crawl up to your spot on the bed. You shrug, “We can give it a shot. I don’t see why not. I won’t be able to sleep like this.”

“Are you serious?” He whips his head up to stare at you. His gaze only grows more shocked when you slip your shirt off, over your head.

You lean back and rest your head on the pillow. Miguel could see you really were tired, so he decided to just dive right in, crude as that sounds.

He leant down and latched on, and hoooolllllyyy shit man. It felt so good. It was unbelievable. He’d fantasized about this for weeks on end, and it was finally happening.

Hell, the milk was perfect too. It was in his top 5 beverages for sure. Not because it was from his beautiful and lovely spouse who he loves more than anything, his beautiful and lovely spouse who could breathe and he would propose to you all over again.

You let out a long breath from the relief and tangle your fingers in his hair. He lets out a low groan at the action.

He reaches one of his hands up to squeeze at the breast he wasn’t sucking, and it fucking dribbled out milk. He could have came on the spot. He immediately unlatched from you to catch it on his tongue.

He switches to the other breast, pretty confident he had emptied your other one. He lets out a loud groan against you when you tug his hair slightly. You let out a sigh yourself. It was super pleasant, having a big hunky man sucking you dry.

Miguel kept on working, focused on mostly helping you get to sleep. Sure he was getting unbelievably horny, but he knew you really just wanted your rest. Having a tiny baby who clung to you like Gabriella did was exhausting.

He pulls back and uses his big hands to feel your breasts, making sure they’re empty enough to let you get some comfortable sleep. Once he’s sure they are, he looks up at you with a lovey dovey smile. You hold back a snicker as you raise a thumb to wipe away the remaining milk around his mouth.

“All better?” He asks. You could feel his excitement pressed up against you under the covers and he noticed. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry about it, Hermosa. It’ll go away. Just get your sleep, Mhm?”

You nod sleepily and cuddle against his side. He lets your head rest on his shoulder as he pulls the cover over both of you.

He looks at you with the sweetest gaze, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile tiredly at him and press a kiss to his cheek, then lay your head back on his shoulder. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, not as uncomfortable as before.

He mumbles,

“You will let me do that during sex though, right?”

You burst out in giggles, nodding and kissing him.

A/N: this was my first tumblr post ever so please give feedback if you want!! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

+ I did use spanishdict for the Spanish nicknames Miguel used, please lmk if I used them wrong or anything so I can fix them !

(the normal shit, don’t copy or redistribute this pretty please)

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[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

MATT X READER PLS.

Then book shopping n it’s all cute n stuff 😻😻‼️

Bernard's & Noble

(see what i did there)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Word count: 749

Alexis speaks! : hey guys! thank you for the request (the more requests, the more stories i post 😉) i'm honestly not very proud of this one, but i've deleted it four times already and this is the best i got 💀 once again, comments and likes are greatly appreciated, it helps me know if yall like my style or if i need to change anything! pls don't steal my work, love yall!

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"Matttt?" i whined from my spot on the floor. i was bored out of my fucking mind. Matt wanted the day to be a 'lazy day' and by that he means he wanted to scroll social media and youtube all day. that was not my idea of fun, i've always been a hands on person whether that be going outside for hours, to the lake, reading, anything other than being lazy at home.

"whattttt?" he mocked, sitting up from his bed, his hair all messed up and funny looking.

i chuckled. "your hair looks great." i smiled, climbing to straddle his lap and fix his bed head. "better" i smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "i have a business proposal."

matt sighed, "what do you want." he rolled his eyes with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

i hopped off him, standing at the foot of his bed. "i vote we go to barnes and noble today, my book case is baren." i joked. four out of the five of my bookshelves were full completely. but you can never have too many books.

"y/n you have more books than i think i've ever seen anywhere else in my life." he laughed. matt pretended to be annoyed, but he knows the answer is yes. and not just to this scenario, the answer is always yes to everything y/n wants. she had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. "when do you want to go?" he gave in.

i jumped around the room a couple times, silently celebrated with myself. "right now silly." i said. i trotted into his bathroom where i have my own drawer of toiletries and such. i touched up my makeup and threw on my shoes. "ok i'm ready." i beamed up at him. matt basically towered over me. he's 5'8 and i'm 5'3, so there's a pretty noticeable height difference.

he slipped his own shoes on. "i'm ready." he smiled, grabbing his keys.

i just looked at him. "matt babe." i looked at his outfit. "we are not going anywhere when you are wearing basketball shorts and a wife beater. please change." i said, false seriousness evident on my features.

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"oh my god i'm literally gonna shit my pants i love barnes and noble." i said, climbing out of the passenger seat. I made matt carry my three tote bags i have designated for my favorite hobby, book shopping.

"do i really have to come in." matt complained.

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we had been at barnes and noble for an hour already, two out of the three of my tote bags were full. so full we had to put them by checkout because they were too heavy to carry. About 15 minutes in i had made a joke that i thought was hilarious, matt didn't really think so.

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"haha, bernard's and noble." i chuckled to myself, but matt heard me.

"y/n i swear to god i will leave you here."

"deal."

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i was finally ready to go, the final tote bag full. i couldn't find matt though. i wandered through the multiple sections of books, matt no where in sight. "maybe he did leave me here." i mumbled under my breath. until my eye caught matt. he was crouched down, one hand on the shelf, the other hand occupied with a book.

"whatchya readin?" i smiled over him. my heart melted when he looked up at me, a small smile on his face. i took this time to take in his beauty. the way his slight curls fell over his eyebrows, the way his middle part accentuated his face shape, the way his blue eyes went so well with his outfit. he was wearing the white shirt with 'whatever' in bold print written across it, and baggy light wash blue jeans, his keys dangling from his belt loop.

"some poetry book, i might get it it's kinda fire." he smiled.

"you read poetry?"

"i like finding the good ones and printing them out, i like to look back on the really influential ones." matt said. he stood up and took my bag, his hand resting on the small of my back.

"matt i don't deserve you, you're so sweet." a cheesy grin creeping onto my lips.

"y/n you deserve the world." he smiled down at me, kissing my forehead.

"ok now how are we gonna get all of these in the car?" i laughed.

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[jayke0]

Hi you're my new fave writer... Thank you for your works <3

Anyways.. idk if this is a weird request but could you write a fem reader x steven fic where shes really turned on by how strong he is and at first hes oblivious to it but then plays into it.. like a strength/size difference kink

Oh my gosh thankyou! Holy cow i never thought I'd find my niche as a smut writer, but here we are 😅😅 i appreciate your love it means the world!

That is totally not a weird request, i love thinking about how strong the boys are, and especially steven. Size kink for the win!

Warnings/content: lots of talk about muscles/arms, strength kink, cunnilingus, praise, dom Steven, probably typos and bad grammar.

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You're sure that if Steven had his own body, he'd be nowhere near as jacked as Marc or Jake.

Not that you'd have a problem with that; afterall, you fell for the man's loving personality and contagious happiness rather than the body that the other two had worked so hard on sculpting.

That's not to say that you don't secretly enjoy the contrast between the sweet man's personality and the sheer size of his arms or pecs, though.

Every time he gets out of the shower, or changes his shirt, your eyes roam over his body like you're a teenage girl again, your tummy fluttering as he asks in his cute voice: "what's wrong, love?"

God he drives you crazy.

You can't even begin to think about him lifting you off your feet like he usually does without your cunt aching for him, the whole gesture feeling different when it's compared to Marc or Jake doing it. It's so effortless too, any worries you have about your weight being quickly resolved as he scoops you into his arms and carries you to bed.

At first, you were pretty sure you had your little fetish under wraps, hiding it away from the gorgeous man only to vigorously fuck your needy hole with three fingers whenever you were alone in your room again, imagining it's his thick digits sliding in and out of you as he pins you down on the bed.

Eventually though, you'd noticed how he seemed to be shirtless around you a lot more, or started carrying the groceries into your apartment for you, even now, he's torn his shirt off to help you move some furniture around in your living room. It's seriously made you wet, watching his forearms and biceps tense as he drags things across the floor and lifts your wooden chairs and table with seemingly no effort. By the end of it, you are both panting, with your boyfriend even having the audacity to turn to you and ask if you're ok as he wipes sweat from his curls.

You're closing the gap between the both of you before another sickeningly sweet word can pass his lips, pressing against him hard enough till there's no space between the two of you.

Steven whimpers on your lips as if he hadn't planned for this to happen the entire time he was strenuously moving your things around. "What's this for, pet?" He still feigns innocence.

"Because you won't stop looking so damn good doing… literally anything." You huff on his lips, frustratedly trying to pull your shirt off without breaking the kiss. A breathy chuckle from the man resonates through your body and to your core, only solidifying your theory that he'd meant for this to happen.

"But doesn't Jake and Marc usually do all this kinda stuff with you, love?"

You hate him so much for trying to pry your secret from your chest, finally being able to pull your shirt from your body with your jeans following soon afterwards.

"I mean, I usually do the soft stuff with you… but even Jake and Marc aren't enough for you, are they, pet?"

"Steven-" You whine, tugging on his slacks with the belt loops on his waistband.

"Answer me, c'mon love."

God his tone is so smooth and calm, a stark contrast to how he was when you first fucked on your couch…. speaking of; why are you both stood up still?

"No baby, they're not. I love them and what they do to me.. but I wanna see your rough side, please Steven."

You know he can't resist your begging, proven by the way he's pushing you to the floor in seconds and pulling your underwear down your hips and over your ankles with his own being kicked off in tandem.

"That's all i wanted to hear, dove, shit."

Expecting to feel his blunt tip pressing against your hole, you're instead surprised to feel his tongue running through your sopping folds and over your painfully sensetive clit. An embarrassing noise leaves your lips before you're clamping your hand over your mouth to contain the filth that threatens to spill past your lips; you love it when they give you head.

The man's tongue runs expertly over every inch of your throbbing cunt, making your hole clench around nothing as you grab a fistful of his hair.

"Oh baby- you know I love your tongue-"

Steven simply nods, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance before he finally slides it inside, your warmth and taste engulfing his tongue and making him moan on you, which in turn vibrates through your nerves and makes you jolt against him.

His tongue sinks in and out of you repeatedly at expert speed, the base of it bumping against your clit in a way that makes you think that this man isn't even real, that he's instead an angel sent from heaven for your pleasure only.

Despite this, it's still not enough in Steven's opinion, and before you know it he's tucking his hands behind your knees and lifting you up the wall, pressing your spine against the cold hard brick.

It would be a painful position if your boyfriend wasn't distracting you with the pleasure spreading through your pussy and down your legs to your toes, the new angle exposing yourself to him in ways that you didn't even think were possible.

The manner in which he's holding you up against the wall and how well his tongue is working on you has you coming in minutes, shaking and crying out his name, thighs instinctively clamping shut around his head as his tongue sinks inside you one last time and you feel every nerve in your body resonate with pleasure.

"D'you think you can gimme another one, darling?"

His soft muffled voice brings you back to earth and you quickly release his head from the tight hold of your thighs with an apology. He lowers you down till you're face to face with him, big doe eyes looking at you intently as you feel his hard, leaking cock pressing against your swollen pussy lips.

You give him and shakey smile and nod as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"That's my good girl."

#moon knight #moon knight smut #moon boys #moon knight system #steven grant #steven grant smut #writing requests #requests #requests open

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Kure Raian...

You’d think that Raian, although he’s the black sheep of the clan, would be as obsessed over strong people and fighting as everyone else is - Just like Karla is obsessed over Ohma not because she likes him, but because he’s strong and could produce strong offsprings and whatever - But Raian isn’t that way. 

In fact, even if people like that catch his eye, he would fight the urge to march up to them and strike up a conversation - Rather, if he does find strong people, he might just beat them up.

But there is something that would make Raian all hot and bothered - And that is getting ignored.

Yeah, that’s right.

Raian would literally spontaneously combust if he wants someone’s attention, and he’s getting blatantly ignored or brushed off.

That’s exactly what happened when his younger sister, Fusui, brought over one of her friends. At first, he didn’t care. You were just some pretty face, like many, many others he’s seen... But somehow, your aloof personality and the resting bitch face you were sporting, a complete opposite aura from Fusui, who held the most cheerful grin on her face - Okay, he was intrigued. Not only that, but from what his sister said, you were just a normal person - A cute, little rabbit in a den of lions - Yet you seemed completely at ease and unafraid.

In an instant, Raian found himself towering his large shadow over the spot on the grass where the two girls were having a picnic. He had that psycho grin of his ever present. Fusui greeted him cheerfully, though she sweatdropped, realising that he might be so bored that he wants to scare her friend away. 

Y/N simply gave him a lazy wave of her hand - Her attention was still on Fusui, and she didn’t once break the flow of their conversation. He frowned. Not even a hello? How rude!

Raian’s voice became louder, but also grittier, like the sound of nails scratching a blackboard. He was throwing the most random profanities, and telling Y/N about his latest assassination mission he had, hoping to creep her out with the gore details - Much to his surprise, the small girl casually got to her feet and looked, incredibly bored, into his eyes.

“Hey, Ryan, where did you get this shirt?” Raian blinked, his smile dropping immediately, feeling the girl gingerly pick the hem of his shirt and feeling it. “It feels like cashmere. Is it cashmere? It’s really good quality.” “My name is Raian, you bitch! Get it through that thick skull of yours!” Fusui immediately reprimanded him for insulting her friend - But the insult fell on deaf ears. “Tell me where’d you get it from, Kevin. I kinda want to get one myself.” her hands slowly traced up to his abdomen, but Raian was so flustered up and irritated by getting called such weird names, that he didn’t notice. “I SAID MY NAME IS RAIAN, ARE YOU DEAF?!” he was shouting so loudly, that Y/N could have sworn her eardrums ruptured. “It would be better if the store had an online site - I don’t really have much time to go shopping myself. Actually - Do you think I could have it delivered for Kure Miguel?” Fusui was sure her friend had a death wish, but at the same time, it was kinda hilarious seeing her brother so worked up over his name. “WHO THE FUCK IS MIGUEL?!” his screech was so powerful that he’d put a Banshee to shame. “Dunno.” Y/N shrugged and pushed Raian into the small water pond right behind him. The water barely reached his waist as he was sitting in it, a lilypad on his head. “I’ll kill you.” his voice was so ominous, low, dark, menacing - And solemn, above all else - That Fusui’s heart froze in fear for her friend’s life. “WAIT, NO, RAIAN DON’T ---” but Y/N was laughing so cutely, that Raian stopped abruptly, glaring down at her. Instead of killing her, he threw his arms around her, hearing her groan. “I~ Got~ You~ So~ Weeeeeeeet~ ♪ Babeeeeeeeeeee~♪“ Fusui has never seen her brother like this - She could just stare in complete disbelief. “Technically speaking, I made you wet, Fritz.” the girl put her palm over his face, pushing him away from her. “Now you’ve done it.” Raian grinned widely. Y/N realised his master plan, and she sighed in defeat. “You’re gonna throw me in the water, aren’t you?” he let out a ‘yup’ sound, before he threw her in the pond. If the water was any higher, he’d have jumped with her - But with how little it is, she probably would have barely gotten wet at all. He was laughing so hard, his sides were aching, but he couldn’t stop. She looked like a wet, grumpy dog - Until she, too, started laughing. “Alright, alright, you got me. Good one. Now help me up, psycho.” Raian missed the mischievous smile on her face, and as he crouched down, extending his hand for her to take - Only for her to tug on his hand and have him fall in the water again. “You’re the psycho, not me!” the two looked at each other and started sniggering like two idiots. Fusui just stared at them, perplex, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from them. Did Y/N just manage to tame the Black Sheep of the Kure Clan? Something that not even their Patriarch could do? “You owe me your shirt.” she said blankly, stopping her laughter abruptly. “Any time~♪“ Raian nonchalantly took his shirt off and let it fall on her head. “...Okay, I might have just sabotaged myself.” she sighed, getting up and out of the pond. “I was supposed to have a sleep over. I don’t have any dry clothes anymore.” she stole a glance at the man. “I suppose I can’t stay over anymore. What a pity. Time to get home, I guess.” she shrugged nonchalantly, waving at Fusui and walking towards the exit of the large garden, only to feel herself being picked up bridal style.

Raian had taken her to his room and threw at her all cashmere clothes he had, while Y/N could barely hide her amusement. Clearly, she could wear some of Fusui’s clothes, after all, they’re around the same frame and they are friends - Or she could borrow the clothes of literally any woman of the Kure - Silly boy, so easily tricked. Or maybe he wanted to be tricked? Either way, Y/N found this, by far, the most hilarious situation she ever faced.

By this time, Raian kept bugging on Y/N and Fusui for the whole day, and during the evening, at dinner, Erioh and Karla and her brother had them all eat together. Y/N looked at her friend, her eyes pleading, embarrassed at the get up she was wearing. Suddenly, the whole joke was ruined and she was the one being tricked. How can she possibly go eat dinner with their 1000 year old patriarch and the rest of the family, when she’s barely wearing Raian’s shirt, and albeit long enough to reach the middle of her thigh, it was still improper. Raian didn’t give her any time to beg Fusui for a proper change of clothes, for he grabbed her wrist and dragged her and his sister all the way to the table. He was also still shirtless, so it only made things worse.

Y/N kept her head down the whole time, hoping that her face wouldn’t betray her embarrassment. Karla, Sarla and Fusui were talking casually about their assassin work, Y/N threw some comments here and there, the old man was quiet, and Raian was... Being Raian, and wolfing down a shit ton of food. Until Karla suddenly noticed there was no more water, and the fight for who would be the loser to bring another water carafe started. It genuinely felt like all the Kure children were going to put down the chopsticks and start a brawl to the death - But Y/N broke the tension. “Ah... There’s no more water. This food is so good, but it got me so thirsty... Can you please tell me where the kitchen is, to get more water?” before the old man could blink, Raian had already returned, and was pouring water in Y/N’s cup. “Oh! Thank you, Jericho!” ... Jericho? Erio had no idea what was going on, but he was genuinely impressed by how this outsider managed to quite literally manipulate the most rebelious clan member to do whatever she wanted... And prevented a war. And he was also shocked when he saw Raian placing his small rice bowl over her face, and laughing like an idiot, to the point he was rolling on the ground like a manic.

Y/N slowly removed the bowl from her face and used a napkin to clean all the rice, and she sighed. “Alright, I suppose I deserve it.” her nonchalance was genuinely so weird for all these proactive people. “Your stomach is going to hurt if you continue rolling like that.” she warned. “Also, it’s not nice, playing with your food. What are you, a kitten, Abraham?” Raian straightened up immediately and glared at the girl, watching her continuing to eat without sparing him a single glance. “WHO THE FUCK IS ABRAHAM?! AND I’M NOT A FUCKING CAT, YOU STUPID BITCH!” he shrieked loudly into her ear, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, the hand in which she was holding her own rice bowl slowly made its way to his face. Raian’s whole face had rice all over it, and Y/N wasn’t removing the bowl. “Take this off me, bitch, or I snap your neck!” that is what he said - Or, at least, what he tried to say, for the rice kept muffling him. “It’s not nice to speak like that, especially in front of your family... Or... To me. You really made me sad...” her voice was pouty and upset - Erio couldn’t believe the power she had over him, and as far as he was concern, this was the first time they met. By the looks of it, everyone was still in shock. “Y/N....” she slowly took away the bowl from his face, and with perfect precision, used her chopsticks to take a single rice grain from his face, and taunted him by eating it.

The whole room was quiet. They were preparing for the girl’s funeral. That is, until they saw her turn her head to the side, biting her lip and her shoulders were shaking. Raian’s face also suddenly split in a wicked grin. Suddenly, a few rice grains started falling off his face, and Y/N couldn’t keep herself in check anymore, and she started laughing, and so did the psycho. Y/N took another rice with her chopsticks, and they ended up laughing even harder. “Weirdos.” Fusui smiled wryly, completely surprised that her friend was getting along with her brother better than with her. “Y/N’s going to be our new sister, Fusui! I want to take care of your babies with Raian! I bet they’re going to be so strong!” the laughter stopped, and the atmosphere changed immediately. Y/N looked down, her face red with embarrassment, whilst Raian immediately wiped his face and glared at Karla, shouting at her for being an idiot. After this, no other fun moments happened, and Y/N returned to Fusui’s room.

Surprisingly, Raian doesn’t always act like he’s fucked in the head, nor is his voice harsh and loud. Late into the night, he sneaked into the girls’ room and woke Y/N up, and with a playful smirk, he urges her to follow him outside, and he takes her back to the pond. The two didn’t speak much, and just gazed up at the stars for a while. It was a serene and comfortable silence, though there was a certain tension between them, and neither spoke. It was weird. 

Raian would take off his warm jacket and put it over her shoulders, as she was still wearing just his cashmere shirt - He knew it would be chilly outside. He knew he wanted to see her, but he had no idea what to say. Karla’s comment really threw him off his grove, and it seemed to have done the same for Y/N, who was able to purposely get a raise out of him so many times in a single day, to the point that he was so hot and bothered that he’d have claimed her on the spot. A hundred times, and more. But that vanished completely, and now he annoyingly felt like some kind of awkward teenage boy, and he hated it.

“Hey, Bruce Lee.” Y/N’s voice wasn’t challenging nor provoking, and though it irked Raian to be called by a wrong name again, the softness of her voice only made him grumble. “Do you know how to put 100 babies in a single bucket?” “Huh? What the hell are ya on?” he snapped his head at her, looking with a weird expression on his face.  Y/N turned to face him, and her smile grew, as if she was trying not to laugh at herself for the stupid joke she was about to reveal. “In a blender.” 

Raian stared stupid at her, eyes wide, unblinking - He almost looked as though he was analysing the very milimeters of her ever growing grin. Raian’s humour was shit. Dark jokes that involve carnage, or simply shock value... Maybe even a shit joke, but with a good momentum delivery... And Y/N’s joke seemed to check all the boxes.

His laugh resounded so loud through the Kure village that the two actually heard “SHUT UP” scolds right back. Y/N was trying hard to stifle her chuckles, but to no avail. “You’re actually kinda cute when you laugh.” “What’s big and smells like shit? GENOCIDE!” he was choking from laughing so much, while Y/N’s mouth twitched. Shit joke, shit delivery.  “Your joke was about as bad as your sense of humour, Jose. But it’s fine. I’ll be the funny one of us.” she looked away, shrugging nonchalantly. “If ya call me by another name ONE! MORE! TIME!!! I swear, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya, babe!” he sneered at her with a glare. “Do it, Dennis.” Y/N found herself being roughly pushed to the ground, though her head didn’t collide, as it was carefully pillowed by his palm. She did not see the starry night, but his face - Handsome, and so impossibly close to her own. He sniggered like a mischievous demon. “You’re trapped, babe~♪ What’cha gonna do now~♪?”

Y/N blinked, realising the situation she was in. Not only was she trapped in those big and warm arms of his, but his body was also almost flush against her own. They were so close, that she feared Raian felt how fast her heart was beating against her chest... And against his own also.

But Y/N’s response was unexpected - Gingerly wrapping her fingers into his cashmere shirt... Did he choose it intentionally? - She pulled herself up to plant tender kiss on his lips. For a maniac, he had very plump and kissable lips. Eventually, she pulled away and laid back on the ground, shyly looking at the completely unresponsive boy.

Kure Raian, the Demon, the Black Sheep of the Kure clan - Was blushing like a highschool boy with a crush. How is he supposed to react? What is he supposed to do? Just -- What just happened? He is so lost that he’s making Y/N uncomfortable with how he’s staring at her so intently.

“U-Uh... Wh-What do you call a baby with no arms and no legs in the middle of the ocean?” hearing her voice, albeit, shaky and unsure, unlike before, brought him back to reality. “What?” he breathed out. “...Fucked.” Y/N’s smile was so nervous and awkward. “Marry me.”

Since that night, Raian began his “Marry me” gimmick - And though it was obviously a gag, he half-meant it every time he said it.

Nobody ever believed that Raian would ever have a proper relationship, considering that everyone ostracizes him for being a merciless idiot, but the way he’s unintentionally simping SO hard for you is almost hilarious. How you learnt to tame the beast that he is, it’s a complete miracle. The Clan literally watches you, leaning at the base of a tree, reading leisurely, and you bait Raian into doing whatever you want, like - Make you a lemonade, or have him go get an ice-cream. All the weirdest things.

But if that wasn’t shocking enough, the fact that that boy can actually stay STILL for more than 5 seconds at a time, was absolutely fascinating. The patriarch would sit on the porch of the house and watch Raian sitting with his head on your lap as you absently play with his hair - And he actually stays there, and doesn’t laugh, or speak a thousand words per second, or throws profanities - He’s just laying there, a passive smile on his face, and living in the moment.

What a fascinating creature.

Raian always tells you all the most gruesome details of every mission he goes on, hoping he would creep you out - But you just nod at him dismissively and tell him to go on with his story.

Raian loves to show off when he’s training, knowing perfectly well that he’s attractive, wearing only his fighting shorts, with sweat dripping all over his flexed muscles... And then chases you around the garden to give you a hug, knowing you don’t want his disgusting sweat all over your clothes.

Fusui becomes your literal best friend, though you’re wary of Karla and her obsessive comments - She’s a good girl otherwise. Generally, you get along well with the clan, but both you and Raian agree that you need a break from them, so you crash at your own, away from all the madness the chaotic assassins dwell in.

When you’re hanging at your home, you feel more comfortable to act a bit more intimate. Don’t be fooled by his brashness, if you get together before he’s like - 20 years old, he’d probably brush off the idea of going any further - Unless you initiate it, then he’s game.

He just likes to be the best at everything he does, and while he was born into a family of fighting and killing, being intimate is something completely different, and it annoys him that he’s not a God from the very beginning - Although, he makes up with his eagerness and his absolute love of touching each and every part of your body and teasing you with a ton of kisses. He’s actually a natural, and the cute faces and sounds you make are his fuel, especially when he surprises you.

When you get intimate, he’s not afraid to experiment things and easily picks up on the things that you like and you don’t.

He also loves kissing you until you can’t breathe anymore.

Kisses with Raian are careful and soft at first, but quickly get deeper and more passionate, and he starts kissing and nipping at your bottom lip, licking and sucking on it before pulling you even closer to his body.

The problem is, he loves hugging you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck that he forgets he’s not always at home, in private, with you only, and he starts nipping at the soft skin on your neck.

The inside joke of calling him different names continues well into the years, and it confuses most people - The problem is, you often forget what names you used, and he teases you by pointing out you called him the same name twice in a week.

He wants to see you wearing his shirt at home and preferably nothing else underneath, while he stays topless and purposely flexes, to the point that he’s ridiculous.

Raian is incredibly playful, even if it goes borderline genocidal, it’s just how he is - And you always make fun of him for trying too hard.

Years after you met, he gets in the Kengan Annihilation Tournament, and of course, he refuses to go unless you’re with him - And honestly, how can anyone complain, considering you’re the only thing keeping him somehow stable? Though, you sometimes have the bad habit of letting him play around a bit too much.

You also kinda laugh when he’s threatening and playing around with Lihito in the bathroom, though you also scold him for dragging you in the men’s bathroom and unintentionally being forced to see that idiot’s... Privates.  

You’re also a bit irked by his unnecessary sadist show against Mokichi, especially as he’s called out your name, and you wanted nothing to do with him killing the only guardian of a little girl.  

When you scolded and refused to speak to him until he apologised, he got angry as all fuck and went on a rampage, and despite the Kure literally pleading to you to make him stop - You didn’t.  

Surprisingly, though, he was humbled in the second round by Tokita Ohma - And you mentally thanked the brunet for being strong enough and putting a dent into Raian’s ever-going berserk attitude.  

 Though Ohma was in a coma, Raian woke up soon after, and he found in the infirmary, alone with Mokichi and Ohma.

The room was quiet, save for the beeping of the oxygen machines, and you refused to even look at him, which angered him.

But then you explained why you were pissed with him, and also, why he lost so pathetically - And though he wanted to snap your neck for scolding him, he also knows she was right, not that he’d admit.

During the coup d’etat, he threw all of his frustrations into mass-killing, but once again, his bloodlust made him lose focus, and he got injured again.

Though you didn’t say anything, you did patch him up - He was so silent, that it made you realise he was actually reflecting on his downfall.

And you kissed him.

Over the course of almost three years after the Kengan Tournament, when Ohma comes over to the village to life and train with them, you can see Raian focusing more, and though the brutality is still there, he can actually control it.

Ohma became a trusted confidant and good friend of yours, and the two of you could comfort each other with the two Kure obsessing over you.

Raian’s gimmick with the marriage thing was amped up, though it was more or less to make fun of Karla... Not that she’d realise.

Over the years, Raian made sure to actually teach you how to fight to defend yourself, despite priding himself with being being so powerful that she’d never get herself in danger.

When you reveal Ohma to the world and go visit Koga and Ryuki at the hospital, you see Raian had climbed up the 5th floor and was mocking the young boys.

So you went up to him and pushed him off.

Everyone except for Ohma gawked, afraid for his life.

You just show him the selfie Raian sent you, while he was falling - He was pulling an overly exaggerated kissy face.

Dork.

He was a bit annoyed with how empathetic you were, comforting or cheering every fighter (except for Akoya) for their matches, so he keeps you caged in his arms, teasing you with small comments and kisses to your neck and cheeks.

To stop himself from going ape-shit from the wait leading to his own match, he snatched your hands and would absently play with them or kiss them.

Though the whole Worm thing was worrying you - You didn’t want anything bad happening to the family, or these Kengan people. They all looked like good people. 

But then Raian’s match came by and he was fighting Alan Wu, a clear enemy.

You pulled Raian into a kiss, more or less to have the time to warn him not to lose his cool and actually focus on the match, not on his bubbling emotions.

He just grins and brush off your worries, saying he’s a changed man and what not.

But then he gets threatened with a knife, sees Edward Wu in the hallway...

And he rips Alan in two in a split second, running after his arch enemy.

You stare at the mess left behind that was once a person, and you curse out loud - Raian’s lost it and he’s gonna get in trouble.

You don’t care that Alan was killed, but you fear Raian and his impulsiveness might get him in such a tight situation that he might get himself killed.

Even though Erio and the other two are there.

You and Ohma look at each other, and together, you pick Karla and rush to look for Raian, ready to potentially help him in a fight.

Only to see Kure Erio on the ground and dying.

Raian was sitting on the ground, livid with anger, feeling defeated.

They should have won with no casualties! So why the heck did the old fart use himself bait?! And why wasn’t he strong enough to kill those fuckers without the need of aid?!

He was filled with so many feelings of self-hatred and anger, that even your arms around him, or your comforting words couldn’t drown them out.

You held his hand throughout the funeral and comforted him for days on end, but Raian was still bitter.

Since then, you took a more active role in searching for the Worms - You might not have been a fighter, but you were smart enough to come up with plans and do the brain work for them.

Since the patriarch’s death, Raian visibly mellows down, at least around you, and he finally realises how fragile life can be - And if even that old man, who was the strongest man he knows, who was the first Fang of Metsudo and whatever... If even he could die... What about someone like you, who’s such a fragile little bunny? What if he’s not there to protect you? Not that his presence mattered when Erio died. And, worse - What if you’re used as bait to get to him? What if you get killed in front of him?

Being an assassin means that he’s seen and done a lot of cruel things himself, so he puts all the worst in front.

The night of the patriarch’s funeral, you hold his body close to your own, his head on your chest, and you play with his hair, allowing him to vent his anger with any profanity he might feel the need to spew.

But his silence is far worse than all his anger.

During that very night, Raian came to the realisation of a lifetime.

He pulls you into a tight embrace, and hides his face in the crook of your neck, so you wouldn’t see the single tear of sheer self-anger and regret.

 And in the most broken, vulnerable voice, you hear him voice the words that he’s been meaning to tell you for so long, but stopped himself, thinking he’d sound weak or something that didn’t matter anymore.

“I love you.”

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