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choisanboobenthusiast · 8 months

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Princess

Pairing: sub!mingi x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 3.0k

Summary: Mingi is inexperienced, you're not. He finally feels ready to take the next steps in your relationship and you find he is surprisingly more subby than you would have thought.

Warnings: fingering, oral both receiving, established relationship, begging, overall sublike behaviors portrayed by Mingi, reader is a little bit of a switch if you squint? Idk not a lot of warnings here, Mingi has a huge dick and you give him the sloppy toppy, okay? please let me know if I need to add something

a/n: Considering a part two on this based on how well it is received. Personally I live and breathe sub Mingi so I wouldn’t be opposed to a second part. This is my first smut oneshot so any feedback is appreciated 🫶🏻

Part two

You and Mingi had fooled around plenty of times in the near month you two had been dating but things had never escalated to sex. Sure, things got heated but the night usually ended with you naked beneath him as he got you off on his tongue and fingers while he still had his pants on. He was never shy about shedding his shirt, always proud to show off the top half of his body. And why wouldn't he be? He'd worked hard to achieve his current physique.

But when it came to sex you knew he was a little nervous, having only gone that far on a few occasions whereas you were pretty experienced. You never pushed him in that direction, wanting him to be completely comfortable before he got fully undressed with you. And he seemed pretty content with just getting you off, not like you were complaining about that but you wanted to make him feel good too.

Your current situation wasn't much different from any of the other times you two had gotten frisky. You'd gone to Mingi's for a night in of watching your favorite show and eating lots of crappy snacks. A couple episodes in though Mingi had started to trail his hand up your thigh, squeezing it slightly. This wasn't always sexual for him, he really just liked to be close to you. So you didn't give it a second thought, enjoying the feeling of his big, warm hands on you as you cuddled. Mingi was a bit like an oven mixed with one of those giant teddy bears, you always felt small and cozy in his arms. It wasn't until his hand inched closer to your core and his lips pressed softly to your neck that you began to take notice of his actions. You weren't surprised, date nights in often took a turn like this.

He continued to leave small, gentle kisses on your neck while his hand massaged the inside of your thigh. You quickly abandoned your tv show and turned your face toward him. He had a somewhat pleading look in his eyes, he always did, although you'd never actually told him no.

Things escalated rather quickly after that, your tv show now being drowned out by your steady stream of moans and gasps as Mingi worked two of his large fingers inside you. He was taking his time, teasing you by not touching your clit and not increasing his pace just yet. Oh no, not until you asked him for it. He loved to hear your voice whine for him and he knew it would if he was patient. And my god, was he patient. Of course he loved pleasuring you but he loved drawing it out too and he was good at it. Better than anyone you'd ever been with. Besides, he just couldn't deny how hard your breathless little voice made him.

"Mingi..." You sighed exasperatedly, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You knew it's what he wanted and you weren't going to deny him anything right now. "Your mouth, please."

God, he loved it when you asked. He could feel himself growing harder at your request, if that was even possible at this point. He didn't make you ask twice, feeling insatiable himself, and quickly buried his face in between your thighs. You gasped and gripped the couch cushions as he latched his lips onto your clit. You couldn't help the obscenities that rolled off your tongue as he continued sucking on your sensitive bud, finally speeding up the pace in which he fucked you with his fingers.

With his free hand he pressed one of your legs back, your knee and shoulder nearly meeting. You ground onto his face, not being able to control yourself anymore as your hands left their place on the couch cushions and pulled on his short hair. You stared down at the mess of black and blonde between your thighs, thinking you might be pulling too hard. That is until he looked up at you, tongue still lapping at your clit, his eyes more needy than ever. You tugged experimentally and he choked out a whimper. Of course you had pulled Mingi's hair before, you knew he enjoyed it to a certain extent but you'd never been so aggressive with it.

"You like that?" You questioned, your tone genuine.

He nodded and paused for a brief moment to say "pull harder."

You did as he asked and he moaned around your clit, the vibrations of his deep voice causing you to jolt. Mingi had displayed sub-like behaviors before on occasion, usually when you were sitting on his face, which he'd told you was his favorite position to eat you in. A few seconds passed and he pulled away hastily, toppling over you and bringing your lips into a messy kiss, your wetness still coating his mouth. You whined as he removed his fingers from inside you and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Let's go to my room." He said lowly, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling you up off the couch.

You held onto him tightly as he began walking the both of you toward his bedroom, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs to keep you from falling. You played with his hair and nipped at his neck as your naked body rubbed against his clothed one as he hadn't even managed to peel his shirt off yet. You began grinding against him as best you could in the position you were in. You just couldn't help yourself, you could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants.

"Want you to grind like that on my face, baby." He whispered in your ear before lying down on his back with you hovering above him. You didn't answer and instead continued to kiss his neck and his jaw, loving all the little sounds you were pulling out of him. He groped your ass, attempting to push you upwards to get you where he wanted you. "Please." He whined. "Wanna taste you again. Please baby."

"Okay, but take this off first." You tugged at his white t-shirt and sat back on your heels.

"Whatever you want." He replied quickly, almost as if he didn't mean to say it, like it was a confession and began pulling his shirt over his head.

"Whatever I want, hm?" You questioned and he stopped midway through removing his top, holding it over his face.

"Yes." He answered quietly, the words muffled by the fabric covering his mouth. "Whatever..." He took a deep breath. "Whatever you want."

You giggled at him and his sudden shyness. He had only ever been shy like this towards the beginning of your relationship when he'd admitted to you that he was super inexperienced. You didn't mind though, secretly taking pleasure in teaching him, especially because he was very eager to learn just how to pleasure you. He'd done all the basics before but just like with sex he had really only done them a handful of times. He had quickly become super comfortable with you and you wondered now if his sudden word vomit meant what you thought it did.

"Mingi?" You pushed his shirt over his head, revealing his pink tinted cheeks. He averted your gaze immediately as his cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. "You mean whatever I want?" He nodded silently, his lips pressed together tightly. You chuckled at him again, assisting him in removing his shirt completely and tossing it to the side. "So... if I told you to take these off too?" You fingered the band of his sweatpants and ground yourself onto his cock. He whined in response, finally working up the courage to look you in the eye.

"Y-yeah." He breathed out. "I'll take 'em off."

You bent down to kiss him, hands wandering over his toned chest. "I'll do it for you, baby." You said quietly in his ear.

You were slow with your actions, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. You kissed down his jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at the skin of his collarbone as his breathing got heavier. He was raking his fingers through your hair, holding it away from your face gently as he watched you go lower and lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his abdomen. The muscles in his stomach tensed when you palmed him through his sweatpants and he sucked in sharply.

You had waited for this for a while, what felt like quite a long time. You were excited to finally be able to give back to him what he had given to you so many times. Not only that but you were dying to know what he looked like from the waist down, what he tasted like and what he felt like, in every sense of the word. You had certainly felt him through his pants pretty often so you had a fairly good idea of his size, you knew he was big but you could only tell so much with a barrier in place.

After what felt like a very long time of nothing but kissing and touching his chest and his arms you finally hooked your fingers into the top of his sweatpants. You shuffled your body down to rest around his knees and carefully began pulling the fabric down his hips. You very quickly realized he wasn't wearing any boxers as he lifted himself slightly off the bed to allow you to pull his pants down further.

"No underwear?" You teased, deciding to test the waters. "Naughty boy."

He gulped and stuttered. "I-I knew you were coming over so I didn't... put any on." You couldn't lie, he was adorable like this. With his face flushed, ears pink and that same pleading look in his eyes. There was no denying it, he liked the way you were treating him.

You had to stop yourself from audibly gasping upon getting his pants down his thighs, seriously. This is what he's been hiding? You thought before gently wrapping your hand around the base, your fingers unable to meet. "Mingi, you're... huge." You placed your other hand around him, running your thumb over his sensitive tip, already leaking precum. He choked out a sound you'd never heard him make before as his hands flew to cover his face. Was he embarrassed? Usually men of his size were more than happy to show it off. You wondered if this was why it had taken him so long to be intimate in this way with you.

"Sorry, I-I know I'm big. Maybe I should have said something or.. I don't know." He rambled. "We can stop if you want."

"Stop?" You began running your hands up and down his length. "Mingi, why on earth would I want to stop?"

"Cause aren't you kind of ungh i-intimidated?" His hands flew to fist the sheets, eyebrows furrowing as you continued your slow motions. "I don't wanna hurt you." He cringed at his own words.

"Don't worry about me. I promise, I'll be fine." You shifted off his legs, releasing your grasp around him and pulling his pants all the way down his legs. You'd always known Mingi had huge thighs but getting to see them like this had you drooling. You ran your hands over his tense muscles and he shivered beneath your touch, looking at you with desperation, plush lips parted ever so slightly. "I bet you don't really know how to use this thing, huh?" You teased, stroking him a single time. His breath hitched and he shook his head.

"Sh-show me." His voice nearly a whimper. "Like you showed me everything else."

He was unbelievably hot like this, naked, sprawled out on the bed for you with his face scrunched and chest heaving. So desperate to be touched. You knew you could get him to beg for it. You knew that he wanted to. You danced your fingertips lightly over his cock and ran your hand up his chest, resting it softly at the base of his neck.

"You want me to show you?" You asked, kissing his shoulder. He nodded quickly. You brought your lips up to his ear and whispered. "Big boys use their words."

"Yes, I want you to show me." He answered, his voice quiet and deep.

"Hmm." You trailed your fingers across his collarbone and over his chest, testing another boundary by grazing one of his nipples. He sucked in sharply. "It doesn't sound like you want it that bad."

"I-I do!" He protested. "I do want it, please, I want it so bad."

"Okay, since you asked so nicely." You smirked, shifting to straddle his legs again as your hands wrapped around his cock, stroking gently. The idea of riding his face now long forgotten as you continued to pump him slowly, avoiding his sensitive head to tease him.

His hands were still fisted in the sheets as he watched you. The sight of your tiny hands around his huge cock enough to cause his muscles to tighten and his breath to quicken. His eyebrows strung together as breathy little moans fell from his parted lips and his hands flew to clutch at your thighs as his hips began to buck up every now and then.

"Please." He mumbled, fingers pressing harshly into your flesh. "Please, more."

"Oh Mingi, you beg so nice for me." You finally allowed your thumb to swipe over the head of his cock while you stroked him, earning you a string of whines as he pressed his head back into the pillow.

"Fuuuck." He groaned.

"You want more?" You asked, quickening your pace just slightly. "Want me to suck you off?"

"Fuck yes." He answered, squeezing your thighs.

"Gonna be a good boy and sit still for me?" You shuffled further down his legs, his hands falling back onto the sheets.

"Yes, I'll be good, I promise." He breathed.

"Who knew you were such a sub, Mingi?" Before he could utter another word you took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it gently and running your tongue along the slit. His hands flew into your hair immediately, aiding you in keeping it away from your face while also enjoying the image of your lips wrapped around him. He was too large to fit all of him in your mouth but you tried you best, taking in as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. Once you had as much of him in your mouth as you could manage you peered up at him and god, was he a sight. Mouth agape, body glistening with sweat as his large chest heaved and his eyes stared back at you. You began moving your mouth up and down his length at a languid pace, making sure to hold eye contact with him and keeping a hand on the base of his cock to jerk off what didn't fit in your mouth. Your other hand massaged his hip and thigh gently as you continued your ministrations.

"Feels mmph feels so good." He brought his lower lip in between his teeth as he continued to watch you bob your head up and down his length, the muscles in his abdomen flexing over and over again involuntarily.

You popped your mouth off of him momentarily to take a breath, a string of your spit and his precum connecting your lips to his leaking member. As you caught your breath you licked him like a popsicle, relishing in all the pretty noises you were pulling out of him, sounds you'd never heard him make before, moans and whimpers you could listen to on repeat.

"I'm gonna cum." He suddenly announced, his grip on your hair tightening.

"Already?" You mocked, flicking your tongue over his sensitive tip.

"Unngh, yes." He whined, his body beginning to writhe beneath you, eyes closing tightly. "Please, please put me back in your mouth." He pleaded desperately. "Wanna cum in your mouth, please."

"Do you think you've earned that?" You began to suck on his cockhead again and he groaned loudly. You loved how vocal he was being, never having heard him like this before.

"I will!" He cried. "I'll do whatever you want just, fuck, please let me."

You didn't make him beg anymore and took him back into your mouth quickly. His hips bucked up at the feeling of your hot mouth enveloping him again and in seconds he was moaning louder than ever before. "C-cumming, I'm uhhnf-" His voice caught in his throat as he released in your mouth, holding your head down until the tip of his cock nudged at your throat. You couldn't help but choke around him as you did you best to swallow his load, surprised by his sudden movements. After a few moments his dick stopped twitching and he released his hold on your head. You came off him with a gasp, wiping the remnants of his cum from your lips and chin with your hand. He lied breathless beneath you as his cock began to soften, eyes still closed.

"Mingi..." you moved to straddle his waist, hovering above him, not quite letting your bodies touch. You stroked your hands gently over his chest and took his flushed face in your hands before kissing him roughly. He moaned into your mouth as your tongues slid over one another's, not seeming to care that you tasted like him. His hands fell weakly on your hips, tugging slightly, urging your body to make contact with his. "Mingi." You repeated, petting his hair softly, waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you.

"Hmm?" He questioned, a tiny content smile on his lips.

"Would you look at me a second?" You giggled. He opened his eyes then, although only about halfway. "Do you want to keep going? You seem a little... sleepy?"

"No, no, I'm not sleepy!" He protested. "Just felt so good." He sighed happily. "You're really... you're really good at that." He confessed with a grin.

"Thank you." You smiled genuinely down at him. "You did so good for me." He blushed at your praise and gave the flesh of your hips a languid squeeze.

It's not long before Mingi is rummaging through his nightstand, searching for a condom, while you discard that last bit of clothing you had on, eager to continue.

part 2…

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The Scene (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!ActressReader ; Rachel McAdams, Benedict Cumberbatch (Platonic)

Summary: Something unexpected happened while you were filming a movie with Lizzie which leads more things out of it.

Warning: None. Just some fluff.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from two request that I combined together. This is a made up Kamar Taj scene is being filmed with Rachel McAdams and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies in the scene and golden globes part. Happy reading!

Here are the requests for this fic:

Main Masterlist

What’s better than playing a superhero role in the movie industry? Well, nothing can top the joy and the fun of filming in one of the Marvel movies with your beloved wife, Elizabeth Olsen. You and Lizzie have been married for five months now. It was a very small intimate wedding with family and close friends, just like how you and Lizzie wanted. There was no media nor paparazzi craziness. Both of you try to keep your relationships for two years and the wedding under the radar to enjoy and cherish each other more privately in between busy schedules.

“You did a great job, Lizzie. I can’t believe that you did that scene in one shot. That was pretty hard to do with all the wires and stuff.” Benedict compliments her as he takes a seat next to her, taking a break.

“Aww thanks, Ben. I was actually nervous. You know me with heights, never a fan of it.” Lizzie lets out her little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They pull you up pretty high.I bet it can be uncomfortable sometimes, especially with your Scarlet Witch costume right now.” The Wizard cast responds.

“Sometimes but I love this costume. So, I won’t complain.” She laughs again after trying to let out a joke.

Lizzie and Benedict have a great time talking for a little while until she sees something that makes her stomach turn. Anger thundered through her. Her heart aches and she crumbles inside. All emotions mix up in a split second. Lizzie stands up furiously. She can’t believe what she just saw. Seeing Rachel kiss your lips and you don’t even do anything to avoid it, makes her want to get to you right away.

“Liz? Are you okay?” The British man asks confusedly after taking notice of Lizzie's displeased facial expression.

“Yeah. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” That was all Lizzie said shortly before she rushed her steps with her full Wanda’s costume and barged into the set where you and Rachel are.

“What’s going on here?” Lizzie asks in such anger. You and Rachel look at Lizzie in surprise that neither of you say anything for a few seconds.

The silence from the both of you upset Lizzie even more. Her glossy hurtful eyes look at you in disappointment as she continues telling you how she feels in gritted teeth slowly walking closer to you and Rachel. “After everything we’ve been through, this is what I get in return? Was it a game for you? And to think I would go through the ends of the world for you. Just explain to me why?!” she demands. Her voice gets shaky.

Rachel slowly moves to get to behind you, trying not to get involved between you and Lizzie. Noticing what Rachel is doing, you naturally take a stand in front of her. You were about to tackle everything she said but she didn’t let you. “How could you do this to me?” She added as she spread her palms then clenched them to fists with fury.

Then all of sudden, a familiar voice struck Lizzie’s attention. “Cut! That surprisingly fits perfectly!”

Lizzie quickly turns her head to where the voice came from. She came to realize what was actually going on. She looks at you, Rachel and surroundings. The filming crews are looking at the three of you. Sam, the director smiles satisfiedly.

Her cheeks slowly turn crimson. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I–I–I didn’t know that you were filming a scene. Oh my gosh.” She covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then uncover it. She tries to laugh her embarrassment off. Her cheeks feel warmer from blushing.

“It’s okay but yes, love. I was filming a scene with Rachel.” You replied.

“I’m sorry, Lizzie. It was totally a professional kiss.” Rachel explains in a light joking tone to make your wife feel better.

“No. No, you are totally fine. I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t know that there’s a kissing scene.” Everybody in the room heard what she just said in awe.

“Yes, babe. I told you about it the other night, remember?” you explain yourself as you grab both of her hands to give her the reassurance and comfort she needs. Lizzie tries to recall. “Oooohh yeah. Gosh, I was probably distracted when I was cooking dinner. So embarass–”

You and Lizzie notice that Sam came to talk.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I totally forgot that there was a kissing scene and I got—” Lizzie awkwardly apologizes but Sam finishes her sentence.

“Jealous? First of all, it was cute. Second of all, it was a brilliant spontaneous scene! I love it. You should see your facial expression on the whole thing.”

“Oh yeah, I could see that, Sam. I thought the Scarlet Witch existed for real for that whole minute.” you joke more as you gently squeeze her hand as your way to let her know that you are with her to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I apologize for ruining the scene.”

“Oh no, you didn’t at all, Lizzie. As a matter of fact, I will change the script and we will use it in the movie. We just need to add some visual effects in it and it’s good to go.” Sam lays out his idea and plan in a thrill.

Hearing his plan, Lizzie’s face slowly shows some relief. “Oh, uh– wow. Okay.” The four of you laugh. “Okay, then. Let’s take a lunch break and we’ll continue in an hour?” Sam announced.

Everybody walks away to take their break but you grab Lizzie’s hand before she turns around. “Feel better, babe?” you try to make sure.

“It was so embarrassing but yes, I feel better.” She smiles then laughs.

“No, I meant that the kiss was just one of the scenes.”

“Uh-y-yes.” She admits and covers her face once again. You pull her hands away and look at her lovingly.

“I would never do that to you nor hurt you like that. I’m all yours I love you.” You kiss her forehead then look at her again.

“Aw. I love you too, y/n. Thank you.”

“You were cute and sexy at the same time when you get jealous though.” You tease her and both of you laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out.” She teases you back.

“Oh, really?” your lips form a teasing smirk. She playfully hits your arm and rolls her eyes.

“You are silly. Let’s go have lunch babe. I’m hungry after all that jealousy I felt.” she grabs your hand and walks with you.

“You are cute.” you follow where Lizzie leads you.

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It has been two weeks since the latest Marvel movie came out. It was a hit. People love you and Lizzie in it. You are happy with how positive the public's reaction was. There was a rumor going around that Lizzie improvised on the jealous Scarlet Witch scene after your character kisses Rachel’s. Neither you, Lizzie nor other casts know how the words spread. Lizzie is happy with the fact that people love your acting in the movies. That’s all that matters to her.

Today, you, Lizzie, Rachel and Benedict are invited to the Jimmy Fallon show to talk about the viral movie. Before you got to the location, both you and Lizzie had a talk and decided to be ready if Jimmy asked about your love life. You both think it’s time to let the cats out of the bag about your relationship.

“Welcome everybody! Wow, I feel so safe right now with some of the Marvel superheroes around us.” said the host followed by the cheer and applause from the thrilled audiences.

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy. So good to be back here.” Lizzie expresses her gratitude from where she sits next to the beautiful older actress, Rachel. You adore her beauty from the seat across from her as the dark haired actor next to you chimes in.

Everything went well and it was really fun for everybody. All the casts get their questions.The studio is filled with laughter and excitement.

“Okay, Y/n Y/LN. It’s your turn right now for questions.” Jimmy slightly turns his head to you.

“Oh lord.” you joke as you pretend to look nervous. The audiences and Jimmy laugh at your antics. “I love your character. You have a cool super power in it and as you know a lot of fans are simping your character with the one and only Scarlet Witch.” The crowd can’t hold back themselves with such thrill as soon as Jimmy mentioned the both of you.

You hear Lizzie’s lovely laugh and you glanced at her to see her smile.

“Ah yes, yes. I heard about it.” you respond as you shift the way you sit a little and smile.

“Let’s just go straight to everybody’s favorite scene after you kiss Rachel’s character.” Benedict and Rachel playfully do a hand gesture as if they are locking their mouth. Rachel even throws the imaginary key of the lock to you.

“What? What is it? Are we missing something?” puzzled with what he just saw, Jimmy asked. His gaze bouncing back and forth between the four of you.

“Oh no. Nothing. Nothing.” Benedict denies the question and laughs. Jimmy then looks at Rachel, hoping he will get an answer and Rachel pretends jokingly to look around with a smile.

“Ah, I see. We’ll get back to you two later.” Jimmy adds.

“So, back to you, Y/n.” Jimmy looks at you and with that he interviews you some questions regarding the movie. Three questions and some jokes later, you thought he was done asking you but you were wrong.

“As the newcomer in MCU, fans are dying to know about your current love —” Jimmy was interrupted by the cheering women fans in the studio. He smiles as he slightly lifts up his hand asking for some silence to continue.

You laugh as your cheek blush and you tap your hands gently multiple times on your thighs nervously. You and Lizzie knew sooner or later that this question would come.

“Are you seeing someone now?”

“As in dating or hallucinating?” Once more you joke around and everybody instantly laughs.

“Good one. Good one. Nice try on stalling to answer the question.” Jimmy responds humorously in between laughs.

You sneaked another quick glance to Lizzie then looked at Jimmy. “Well, I’m taken, married actually.” you finally answered and you subtly show the wedding ring on your ring finger and awkwardly laugh.

“Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. What?? When did this all happen? Last time you were here, you were single.” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Yes I was but now I’m happily married.” The audiences are in awe with your answer.

“Okay, okay. Congratulations! Wow. What an exciting surprise. Is your husband from the movie industry as well?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Wife.” You corrected it with an excited smile. Surely, Jimmy looks surprised yet excited for you. A huge cloud of curiosity flows over Jimmy and all of the audiences instantly.

“Awww! Who is this lucky woman?” Jimmy asks and shortly after people start to chant “Who is she? Who is she?”

The four of you laugh. Rachel and Benedict try to keep their expression that they know the truth. Nobody notices that Lizzie looks at you and gives you a subtle small wink and you take that as your cue that it’s time to let people know.

“Okay. Okay. My wife is a very lovely woman. She is the sweetest so I’m the lucky one. We have been friends since the first time I came to this industry. She helps me and teaches what she knows in acting.”

“Oh?! So she is an actress?” Jimmy tries harder to dig more.

“Yes she is. Lizzie and I have been married for five months now.” In a split second, everybody in their seats cheers, applauses and goes crazy.

“Oh my god! I knew it! I knew it!” Jimmy exclaimed with a huge smile, raising his fists as if he just won a jackpot.

A few minutes later silence slowly covers up the cheerings.

“Okay, since the tea has been spilled, Lizzie, let’s switch seats so you can sit next to your wife.” Benedict stands up and gives up his seat to Lizzie. Everybody looks at you and Lizzie in awe as soon as she sits next to you and holds your hands.

Jimmy quickly connects the dots and asks one unexpected question.

“Wait, so does it mean that the improvised jealous Scarlet Witch was actually real?” An image of the scene shows up on the giant screen as Jimmy’s hand points at it. “I meant Wanda’s expression looks so real that I can even feel it when I watch it. Were you really jealous, Elizabeth?” he continues.

“Uh oh.” Benedict's short remark lures some laugh from you and Lizzie.

“Tell him, Lizzie.” Rachel joins in jokingly.

Lizzie laughs awkwardly, blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh. This was embarrassing. So, in my defense, I didn’t know— well actually I forgot that there was a kissing scene between Y/n and Rachel. I was just taking a break and chilling with Benedict then I saw them kissing, I didn’t know they were filming. So yeah and then that happened. Eeeeend scene.” Lizzie explained.

Jimmy lets out a pretend gasp and looks at Benedicts. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Everybody laughs.

“Oh I was just so puzzled because she just suddenly stood up, excused herself and told me she would be right back. I tried to stop her, I wish I had the time stone with me at that time.” The dark haired man responded with some laughs.

“Rachel, you were hiding behind Y/n’s back.” Jimmy examines the giant picture.

“Yes, yes I was. To be honest, I was so bamboozled and my mind tried to think if Lizzie was really mad with me because I don’t want her to be mad at me or if it was just Wanda’s part in the scene. My mind starts to question in those short minutes if Wanda will push me with her wiggly woo in it because I have all the wire around me and I wasn’t ready if they were gonna do a sudden pull on me with them.” Rachel smiles at Lizzie and you.

Jimmy nods at Rachel’s answer then looks at you. “I was as confused as Rachel was but I tried to calm her down because I knew it was all a misunderstanding. Lizzie never really shows jealousy but I’m not gonna lie she actually looked so cute and adorable.” You look at her in adoration and rub your thumb in the back of her hand. Lizzie gives you a smile back.

“Wow, I never knew behind that iconic scene was actually a funny moment. So Sam, the director, decided to use that scene for the movie?” Jimmy lets out his thoughts.

“Yes, he did.” Another shy laugh followed Lizzie’s answer. With that, the show continues with a little more questions and everything goes well.

You and Lizzie are happy with people’s positive reaction at the show about your relationship until some comments you read on social media a few days after.

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You and Lizzie are having a relaxing week before the Golden Globe award event this weekend. You are sitting in the backyard scrolling on the internet while Lizzie is doing her gardening vlog.

“Hi babe. What you doin’ there?” Lizzie asks as she grabs a glass of iced tea you made for her and sits next to you once she is done with her plants.

“Oh nothing. Jimmy’s show that we were in is up on the channel and internet. So I was just reading people’s comments.” you answer while your gaze is glued to the screen of your tablet.

“Oh? I hope they are all good comments?” she responds after a sip. “Hm yeah, they are.” you mindlessly answer but she notices your facial expression. You squint a little as you read more. Your eyebrow knitting together and your lips pressing in a straight line without even realizing it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Lizzie’s tone sounds a little concerned.

“Ah nothing to be worried about, Liz. Some people are just funny with their comments and really need to find something else to do.” your hand did an air quote on the word funny and you laughed.

“What did you mean? What comment? Let me see.” Lizzie's curiosity takes over and she opens her palm, waiting for you to hand her the tablet.

“Just promise me, don’t worry about the comments and ignore them, okay, love. They really don’t bother me.” you subtly demand shortly before you let her read them.

“I can’t believe that Lizzie married Y/n Y/L/N. I hope it was just a lie.”

“Y/n is a new actress, she probably just wanted fame from being with Lizzie.”

“I think this whole thing was a skit to gain more fans attention, she probably lied about being married to Lizzie.”

“Even though IF it was true that they are married, she just uses Lizzie as her ride to fame. I’m sure as soon as she gets enough fame or movies, Y/n will leave her.”

The more she reads the comments, the more upset she looks. “I’m not happy with this, Y/n. We gotta do something about this.”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything about it. I’m sure the comments will soon be old news and people will forget about it. I don’t really care what people say about me, Lizzie.” you express your point of view.

“I do. I will do something about it.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll see. Don’t worry, darling. Everything is under control.” She kisses your cheeks and smiles, not giving you any clue what’s on her mind. You try to shrug it off and not to worry about it.

Few days later, there are more comments, both positive and negative about you and Lizzie’s. There are even videos in the media from the influencers or fans talking about them and going viral.

_____

Today is the Golden Globe award day. It’s the first big event since you got married. After hours of getting ready, you and Lizzie finally arrived at the venue. As soon as both of you got out of the car and walked to the red carpet spot, fans went all hyped up and so did the paparazzi and the media. You and Lizzie sometimes stop to sign some autographs.

You hear a bunch of voices calling Lizzie’s and your name. It’s your and Lizzie’s turn to be on the red carpet, camera flashes start to show up from every direction. Lizzie holds your hand as she poses with a smile and her eyes look at the camera.

The photographers caught some cute moments of you and Lizzie smiling at each other with the look of love.

Suddenly, Lizzie pulls you closer to her and kisses you on the lips to show the world how much she loves you and how happily married she is to you. She wanted to show all the internet trolls who said bad things about you to just mind their own business.

After the kiss, Lizzie smiles and says “I love you.” and without a doubt you say it back to her and it all caught on camera.

At the end of the red carpet, Lavern Cox is already waiting for you two to come and interview you.

“Oh my god, here comes the newlywed. One of the IT couples. Hi you guys. Both of you look amazing tonight!” She greets you and Lizzie.

“Hello, Lavern. Thank you. So glad to see you again.” you replied after you and Lizzie gave her friendly kiss on the cheeks.

“Me too, Y/n! Congratulations on the wedding! You both make a perfect couple and Lizzie, that kiss just now, I was in awe when I saw it. That was a pretty strong statement you made after things went viral about you two.” Lavern said shortly before she directed her microphone to Lizzie and you to respond.

You start with an awkward laugh. “I really didn’t expect the kiss, Lizzie always surprises me with her lovely and sweet gesture. I really appreciate her ways of showing her love and I’m really proud to show up as her wife tonight.” You can’t hold back a smile as soon as you are done saying your part and Lizzie takes her turn. Lizzie’s eyes are drinking the view of your smile in awe.

“Nice to see you again, Lavern. Thank you. It’s always nice to see our friends here and I think tonight is the perfect time for us to openly come out as being married to each other. I thank all the fans for their support and I would also like to tell some of the people who spread bad words or lies about Y/n to just leave her alone. We are happily married, we love each other sincerely. Y/n has been a great partner for me and she loves me for who I am. She could be famous even without me because she is a very talented actress and amazing person.” Her gentle smile looks totally opposite from her subtle firm tone as she expresses her thoughts towards the end of her statement.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Lizzie. Wow, I love you so much for standing up for Y/n.” Lavern compliments her and continues with a few more questions about the outfits you and Lizzie wear tonight before the usher leads the two of you to the ballroom.

After having a little small talk with the others on the table, you gently hold Lizzie’s hand under the table and whisper to her “Thank you so much for standing up for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Lizzie’s gaze gently locks on yours and she replies with a loving smile. “Of course, babe. Like I said, everything is under control.” she gives you a quick peck on your lips then tonight’s host starts the event.

Everybody had a great time. At the end of the night, the crowd cheers even more positively as you and Lizzie walk out.

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A Fool's Flowers MV1 - Oneshot

Pairings: Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: She's a fool in love. Too in love and way too enraptured in her own romantic delusion to see the signs.

Words: 6.2K

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“So, university in Monaco,” started your mom. “You really didn’t meet anyone during your time there?”

Y/n laughed, tone light and airy as you continue to mix the cake powder on her hand. “I met many people you know,” she said, a bit teasing. “Many friends, many acquaintances.”

She hoped the woman doesn’t realize the tensioning of her shoulder. Or how her words waver a bit at the start. She hopes, she doesn’t realize the obvious sign of nervousness and fear that started to creep into her throat.

Slowly but surely. As if, it’s going to chock her silent.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” replied the older woman as she raised her eyebrow. Her hands still busy with the batter in front of her. Kneading it firmly.

“Why?” asked the younger, a bit teasing. “A bit sudden don’t you think?”

Truthfully, this question had been something that she dreaded to hear when she decided to move back to her parents house after her short stint in Monaco. That her mother – who’s lately been wanting more grandkids after seeing her older sister second child – will surely notice that there’s something wrong with her.

The older woman huffed. “Well, I just can’t wait for you to bring home a boy,” she replied wistfully. “How about one of your guy friends? Max? he seems cute.”

It was such a sudden name drop that you immediately froze on spot. Brain going thousands kilometrets an hour to process that statement.

“Max?” you said, a bit shaky and hoped your mom didn’t catch it. “No, we’re just friends.”

“You never talked about him anymore,” prodeed her mom. “You used to go on and on about Max this and Max that. Though you’ve been surprisingly silent about him lately.”

Ah, she thought. How to put his delicately.

“We’re fighting, currently,” she managed to say. “Nothing serious.”

“Hmm..” hummed the woman. “The both of you look cute, I think.”

Yes, she wants to reply.

Yes, they look cute together.

Attending a university in Monaco had never been in y/n’s plan.

Maybe it’s because she had grown up in a big city all her life, making her childhood home pretty accessible to many universities without her needing to even move out. Maybe it’s because she had lived her life here, all of her family and friends resided in the residential area around her house.

Maybe it’s just for the simple fact that y/n doesn’t want anything to change. Too afraid to disturb this comfortable rhythm that she called her life.

Though everything changed when she visited Monaco for the first time.

There’s just something different about the small country. The beautiful streets and the warm feeling that the country exudes. The flowers that bloom on the side of the street and the busy shore full of yachts and private party. The close-knit community that blended perfectly with the wealthy extravaganza that the country is known for.

It was something that y/n had never seen before.

It was something, that made y/n fell in love with the country.

She throws all of her plan sideways and decided to attend a university there. Her parents had objected, of course, considering she used to plan to go to Oxford or other reputable universities all around the world. But y/n had always been a bit too headstrong. A bit too caught up in her own want and needs.

It really was not long before she began packing and her life in Monaco starts.

The change of scenery is a good thing for her. She started meeting more and more people. She began opening her heart, letting more and more people inside of her orbit.

She never thought that making friends and spening time with them could be so enjoyable. After all, as an introverted at heart, she was used to have a small friend circle. But there’s must be something in Monaco’s air. Something that made her a bit wild and uncontrollable. Something that made her want to live her life unlike before.

The nightlife in Monaco is always bustling.

Maybe it’s due to the fact that majority of the country consisted of too rich person with too many time on their hand. Maybe it’s due to the fact that the casinos are open all night. Or maybe it’s just for the simple fact that people in Monaco can enjoy their nightlife better than any other countries.

Whatever the reason is, y/n always enjoy her trip to the club with her friends.

Tonight, was such night. One of her friends had just gone through a terrible breakup, making their whole friend group mission to be absolutely hammered at the club.

Y/n knows she was pretty. She knows that there are couple of guys that wants to talk to her every time she went to a club. Tonight though-

“He’s staring at you,” murmured her friend, a teasing grin already on her lips as she gulped down from her glass. “Ever since you arrived here.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Which one?” asked y/n, discreetly looking around.

“The cute one,” said her friend as she nudged her chin softly towards one corner of the club. “Blond, blue eyes, white shirt.”

It took y/n a couple of second to locate the man that her friend mentioned. Though, the moment, she saw him, she felt her world stopped for a bit.

Tall, blond, blue eyes. A cute face and a nice body.

Her type.

“You are sure he’s been staring at me?” she whispered out, averting her gaze once again to not make it to obvioys that she’s been ogling him. “He’s cute.”

“I know,” giggled her friend. “Definitely your type.”

Y/n was about to answer when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey,”

She turned, eyes meeting blue ones. Oh, she thought, a bit dazed. It’s the cute guy.

The lighting at the club is a bit dim and the music is so loud that it hurts her heart a bit. Though she swears when the man let out a huge grin, her world cleared up a bit. It was as if the both of them are not in the middle of a loud and bustling club. It was as if that they’re not standing in the midst of sweaty and drunk bodies.

It was as if, this meeting had been decided by fate.

“I’m Max,” he said, smile almost blinding.

Y/n felt tongue tied as she stared at him.

She really can’t suppress the smile blooming on her face too. “Y/n” replied the girl. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Really?” pressed on her mother once again. “No cute boys that gives you flower or anything?”

Y/n laughed at that. “Who still gives flower now? That’s so old school mom!”

Y/n stared at the bouquet of flowers in front of her.

The grin that appeared on her face must’ve looked a bit silly and dumb. Though, she doesn’t seem to mind.

“You brought me flowers,” she breathed out, taking the bouquet from the man in front of her.

“I did,” replied Max. “I didn’t know what your favorite flowers are, but I hope you like this.”

It’s roses. A classic and safe choice for a first date. And yet, Y/n found herself liking it way too much.

“I love it,” she said, marveling the flowers with a large smile. “You’re a gentleman aren’t you?”

Max laughed at that, hand curling around her waist as he guided her outside of her apartment. “I try,” he said. “Though with how beautiful you look tonight, I don’t think I can.”

It’s such a cheesy thing to say that it made her broke out into a laugh. “I don’t give kisses in first dates, Verstappen,” she said, cradling the flower close to her chest. “It’s my dating policy.”

The man hummed at that. “Well, there’s a first for everything I guess?”

“Unbelievable,” she giggled. “The date should be exceptional then.”

Their first date was exceptional indeed.

Max seemed to have done some research because everything about their first date had been perfect. From the dinner that they shared to the walk that they did across Monaco’s harbor. Everything about that night had been so unbelievably romantic that she could swoon at the mere thought of it.

It was a perfect first date. Something that came out of a romance novel. Something that she had imagined to herself during her period of girlhood. Still too young to have a romance of her own and yet never stopped daydreaming about prince charming and princesses.

Tonight, she felt like a princess and Max is her very own prince charming.

“I look like a fool,” laughed y/n as Max escorted her towards her door when their date is ending.

“Believe me schat, no fool look as beautiful as you,” said Max with a grin.

“No, no, I mean,” she started. “I look like a fool because despite all of my declaration earlier about my no kissing policy in a first date, I think, I really want to kiss you right now.”

Y/n felt warm after that, mouth still smiling like a lovesick fool as she stared at Max’s blue eyes.

“Yeah?” breathed out Max as he leaned closer. “Then I must’ve been a fool too?”

Their face is so close that she could feel their breath mingling with each other. “Why?” she asked.

Blue eyes stared at her and y/n felt as if she was going to drown in them. As if, the entire galaxy is in there and she wants nothing but to gaze it all eternity.

“Because I want to kiss you too.”

Their lips met each other for the first time that day.

“I really don’t believe you,” sighed the woman. “How can you stay single throughout university?”

“What can I say?” laughed y/n, humor evident on her tone. “No one wants me.”

“But you’re a really beautiful girl-“

“You’re beautiful,” breathed out Max, eyes unblinking.

Y/n giggled, mocked curtsying towards the man in front of her who let out a burst of laugh at that. “You think so?” she said, eyes crinkling from how wide her smile is. The dark dress she’s wearing made an amazing contrast on her skin, hugging her figure at the right place.

She looks beautiful. Almost divine even.

“I know so,” said the man as he curled an arm around her waist. It’s a tight gripped. As if he doesn’t want to let go of her. “I don’t want anyone to see you like this.”

“We’re going to be late,” she replied simply, hand goes towards around his neck as she cuddled closer towards him. “I don’t want to make Daniel waiting.”

“Daniel can wait all night long,” grumbled Max.

The girl let out a laugh at that, releasing her hold. “Come on, Romeo,” she said, dragging the man towards the door. “We have a dinner to catch.”

“-And a charming girl!”

“She’s a charming one, isn’t she?”

Y/n stopped, hiding herself behind a pillar.

A few moments ago, she had left the table to go to the bathroom to do some touch ups, leaving Max, Daniel, and Heidi on the table.

She didn’t expect that she will accidentally eavesdrop their conversation.

“I know,” replied the dutch, making Daniel grin wider.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” murmured Heidi as she leaned towards Daniel closer. “The both of us knows you when you’re still a teen and we’ve never seen you looking so…”

“In love,” continued Daniel without missing a beat. “I never saw you so infatuated with someone before.”

Her heart hammered wildly inside her chest.

Love?

… Love???

“I think so,” replied Max, much to her surprise. “I know that we started dating not too long ago, but really, I think she’s the one.”

Daniel let out a loud laugh at that as he pat Max’s back violently. She could hear the teasing that the Australian gave Max and how the younger male let out a chuckle. They continue to talk after that, though Y/n doesn’t even bother to listen.

After all, she’s a flustered mess there behind the pillar.

She could hear the blood rushing towards her face and how her heart began to beat loudly on her ears. She knows that her relationship with Max is good. More than good in fact. It was as if she had met her soulmate in the form of Max Verstappen.

They have many shared interest with each other. Max had always managed to make her laugh and she too, had always managed to make him laugh. She felt comfort every time she goes with Max.

As if, the man that she now called her boyfriend, is the very man that the universe had shaped specifically for her.

But love?

My,

Oh my.

She could feel more and more blood rushing towards her face.

Is she, in love with Max Verstappen?

(Yes)

It should scare her a bit how fast she knows the answer to that question.

“Really, I can’t understand why you don’t have any boyfriend,” lamented the older woman dramatically.

“Maybe it’s my personality,” laughed the younger. “I think I have a really bad personality.”

“Of course not,” replied her mom. “You’re an angel, darling. Always willing to listen to everyone problem and make it your mission to solve it.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” admitted Max once upon a time. The both of them sat on the floor right in front of the sofa. The tv in front of them is playing a movie that they don’t even bother to watch at this point.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” answered y/n immediately. “You’re perfect.”

“No, I’m not,” said Max as he leaned towards her. His weight is a comforting presence next to her. “I just- I don’t think I should be doing what I’m doing.”

Y/n stared at him, a bit shocked.

After all, this is Max Verstappen. Formula One worl champion. A prodigy of the sport. The very man that had dominated the track with his style of driving. Max had always looks confident and sure, especially if it relates to Formula One.

He had started driving an F1 car before he have a normal driving license! He had been the youngest world champion in the history of Formula One! He had been what many dubbed as a once in many years talent.

And he too, is a man who’s questioning about his position in Formula One.

“What made you say that?” she asked softly as one of her hand began caressing his hair. She had learnt that Max likes something like this. The gentle touches.

“I just think… I think my path in Formula One is not my decision,” he said. “It was just always there, you know? My dad is an F1 driver, and ever since I was small, he had always encouraged me to take on this path… So I just thought that maybe in actuality, I don’t even like to drive. But considering it’s the only thing that I ever know i…”

“Because you think that F1 is the only think you ever know, it made you love the sport?” finished Y/n.

Max was silent a bit before that before he let out a nod. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe like that.”

“Have you ever feel forced every time you drive?” asked Y/n. “Have you ever feel that you don’t want to drive?”

“No,” replied Max. “No, I don’t.”

Y/n let out a hum at that. “Don’t you think that’s enough of an answer?” asked the female with a soft chuckle.

The female pondered about that for a bit. There’s a silence between the two of them before he let out a sigh. “Maybe it is,” he murmured. “But i… Schat, people doesn’t even like me there.”

Ah, she realized.

Max, despite his tough demeanor and aloof personality, is a bit of a soft heart.

He thinks way too much about everything. About himself and about people around him. To people that doesn’t know him, they would never guessed that Max is the type of person that actually listens. That he’s the type of person that will think way too deeply about people reaction of thoughts about him.

It was something that she tried to change about him.

“Babe, you are welcome, people doesn’t hate you, especially F1 fans,” said the female softly.

She could hear the scoff that he let out.

“No, no, no, you have to believe me,” she said, moving her posture so that she could see straight to his eyes. “You have to believe me, no one dislike you. You are an amazing driver, and moreso, an amazing man. People who hates you must’ve been crazy.”

Max let out a bitter chuckle at that. “There must’ve been a lot of crazy people in the world then?”

“Well, we do live in a crazy world,” she replied. “But that’s not the point. Babe, I really don’t want you to question your place in Formula One just because there are people who doesn’t like you. You’re talented. You love F1. Don’t you think that’s enough of a reason for you to be welcome in F1?”

“Maybe,” answered Max. “It’s just… never mind. I- I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

“No, no, no, let’s talk, okay?” said Y/n. “If… if you really think that there’s may be something out there that you like more than F1… do you want to try it out?”

The male stared at her. “Try it out?”

“Yes, let’s try to find you a hobby,” said the female. “We could sign up to short classes or maybe try something online. You know, to try and find something that you might like.”

Max stared at her as silence bestowed between the two of them.

“A shop down the street will actually have a pottery class next Wednesday, I could sign us up. Or maybe you like to try new sport? I heard padel tennis is popular these days? Or we could-“

She stopped her rambling when she felt Max’s lips on hers. He didn’t stop kissing her until he hovered on top of her as the both of them parted their lips to gasped for breath.

“Max?” she breathed out, hand reaching upwards.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he closed their distance once again. “I just want to say thank you.”

There’s a bouquet of roses on her kitchen counter.

Y/n reached out to it almost immediately, giddy and heart hammering loudly.

“Please,” replied the female. “I know you’re my mom, but you can’t overpraise me like that.”

The older woman laughed at that. “I’m not overpraising you!” exclaimed the woman with a good humor. “You’re a beautiful and smart girl, I remember your first piano recital as if it was yesterday.”

“Mom,” she whined out. “I was like, six, when I did that recital!”

“Oh, but you played it so beautifully!”

“You can play the piano?”

Y/n grinned. “Took lessons when I was a kid and I guess it stuck,” she replied, taking his hand and drag him to sit next to her in the piano chair. It’s a snug fit, but the laughter that the both of them shared made as if they’re sitting in the comfiest chair in the world.

She guided his hand towards the black and white keys, making him touch some of it.

“Sorry, schat, I’m afraid my only talent is driving a car,” said Max, letting out a laugh as she continued to make him press some of the keys.

“I can see that,” replied the female cheekily. “Do you want to hear me play?”

Max hummed as he rested his head on her shoulder. She began playing, fingertips touching every keys as if it was her old friend. Her mind began to wander to the countless recitals that she had attended when she was a kid.

Her mom had been convinced that she’s the next Mozart in the making. That her musical talent will soon take over the world.

Though, the woman had to hide her disappointment when Y/n doesn’t become too interested to play piano professionally. Now it just become a hobby to her. Or a good way to impress someone at a party.

Max lightly hummed as she continued to play the instrument next to him. His hand had found itself wrapped around her waist as the soft sound of her playing slowly lulled him to dreamland.

Y/n doesn’t know how much time passed, the only thing that she knows was when she finished the piece, the man besides her had been sound asleep. The fond smile that crept into her face made the moment a bit more tender.

“You sound as if you regret letting me to stop playing the piano,” teased the younger female as she bumped her shoulder to her.

Her mother shook her head at that. “I probably would’ve become more regretful if you’re a bad student, but you’re such a good student!”

Y/n gave Max a small kiss on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered out. “I really want to come to the race, but you know I have exams coming.”

“It’s okay,” answered Max as he wrapped an arm around her. He nuzzled his face towards the crook of her neck, staying in that position for some time before he looked up towards her. “I know how important it is for you.”

The female bit her lips.

Truthfully, she really wants to go and support Max. After all, racing is his lifeline. It’s practically already on his blood. All his life, it had always been racing and racing for him. She really wants to go there and support him in what he loves.

But alas, her professor is a jerk.

“I’ll come during the Monaco racing calendar,” she said, regretfully. “I’ll… I’ll check my classes schedule to see if I can sneak one or two travel in between to see you race.”

The joy that appeared on Max’s face made her a bit giddy.

“You will really do that?” asked the male.

“Of course,” she said, cradling her face. “I want to support you in your element you know,” at this, a smile crept into her face. “So you’re better leading the championship when I come, okay?”

Max laughed at that. “I will,” he said. “I already can’t wait.”

The kiss that they shared before Max left is way too warm and tender. Y/n can’t help the giddiness and the love that’s threatening to burst from her chest.

“Welcome back,” she greeted him with a kiss. “I saw the race live, congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you,” he said, hugging her tightly. “I passed by a florist earlier so I just thought-“

Y/n can’t contain the giddy grin that appear on her face at the sight of the fresh bouquet of roses.

Good grades had always been the norm for her. It always come easily, good grades and praised from the people around her.

She knows that she’s someone with a good head on her shoulder. That she will always be able to think rationally and logically. That she will never let her emotion influenced her decision on anything. Always doing something logical and rational. That’s why, y/n never thinks that she’s a fool.

But alas, often times, love will make you a fool.

“What is this?” asked the female, hand shakily holding her phone. “Max, what is this?”

Max doesn’t even meet her eyes.For her, it’s enough of a confirmation.

On her phone is a video that’s clearly being taken in the middle of a nightclub. It’s loud and the lighting is a bit bad, making the numerous people inside the place a bit hazy to see through the phone screen. Though, y/n will never mistake the man dancing in the video.

It’s Max. Her boyfriend.

It’s Max who’s in the middle of the dance floor. Dancing and sloppily making out with another girl that’s not her.

“Max!” she said, voice raising. She ignores the tinge of nervousness that appeared inside of her. After all, she had never raised her voice like that towards anyone before. “Max, answer me- what- what is this!?”

“Y/n” said Max, finally opening his mouth. He reached towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together. She really wants to slap it away. To turn her back from those blue eyes of his that never fail to make her knees weak. “Baby, please, I- I was drunk.”

Drunk?

He was drunk?

Why is he saying it as if that simple act justify him cheating on her? Y/n had been drunk plenty of time before. But she had never-

She had never even thought to make out with another man when she has a boyfriend. She had never thought to cheat on her significant other even when she had been batshit drunk.

“Why are you saying it like that?” she asked, voice shaky. “So what if you’re drunk? That doesn’t even explain anything!”

“I don’t remember anything about that night,” replied Max immediately. “I- I must’ve thought it was you!”

Does he think she’s a fool?

“Do you think I’m stupid?” she grits out. “I’ve been drunk before Max and I never even thought to cheat on you!”

“Well I probably wouldn’t have done that if our relationship is not like this!”

The sudden yell from the man in front of her made her flinch a bit. Her eyes stared at Max’s blue ones as the man too, continue to stare at her. There’s a sudden silence between the two of them as Y/n try to process what the man had just said to her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Our relationship,” started the man as he sat on the sofa, dragging her to sit besides him, knees touching. “I- you know my job demand a lot of things from me,” he continued, hand flying towards his hair in frustration. "It's been hard, every races, especially when I don’t have my own girlfriend to support me.”

“You know why I can’t,” the female protested immediately. “I have university, classes, my own life- i- I just can’t drop everything for you!”

“But other drivers girlfriend did that!” said Max, turning his attention back to her. He sighed in frustration before he slumped back towards the sofa. “All the other drivers significant others are in the paddock constantly and is supporting them throughout the season, I just think that I should’ve been nice if my own girlfriend can come and support me in one of my races!”

And oh.

Oh.

Max… had been comparing himself with the other drivers. That he saw other drivers to have a working support system around him and him, not having any.

She knows how deeply rooted insecurity had ingrained itself inside of the male heart. That from he was a child, he was always comparing and comparing himself with people around him. That he’s weak with that.

Maybe,

Maybe, just maybe.

There’s a reason why he did what he did.

Was he lonely?

Was he craving for her presence? Does he really need her support that much?

(She ignores the fact that she knows that Max’s parents and sisters often come to the races too. She ignores the fact, that his very own best friend is a F1 driver too. That Red Bull had become his family. That he has a whole support system in the paddock besides her. That even without her, there will always be someone supporting him.)

Her anger and the feeling of being betrayed slowly seeped away as regret and sorrow made its way up. Max seems to notice too as the hold that he has over her hand tightened.

“I’m sorry,” said Max, bringing her closer for an embrace. “I really missed you and i- I thought that she was you.”

The female in the video does have the same hair color as her. Maybe he missing her that bad back then. That’s why he did what he did.

“I’m sorry too,” said y/n, enveloping her arm around his neck. “I- I should’ve supported you more.”

Y/n had never thought she’s a fool.

She’s a woman with a good head on her shoulder. She’s a woman with vast knowledge and high education. She’s a woman who always think rationally and logically. Emotion had never affected her decision.

But that decision, is the start of her foolery.

“I- I forgive you,” muttered the woman. “Just- please make sure you will never do that again.”

At that, the smile that Max let out brightened up her world just a bit.

“I promise,” answered the man as he leaned towards her for a kiss.

As they sat there, lips touching with each other, Y/n can’t help the nagging feeling that made her felt as if she’s the clown of this story

“Yes,” she muttered softly. “I am… a good student.”

There’s a bouquet of roses on her kitchen counter.

Y/n stared at it silently.

“But I think, I’m a fool,” continue the girl as the put the cake on the oven.

Her mother stared at her.

“Dear,” she started, hand reaching towards her. Her touch is soft and warm. It’s always welcoming. Something that she had always fall into when she was a child. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

There’s so many things that she’s not telling her and she wants nothing but to tell her all of those things.

All of those months full of agony and tears. All of those sleepless night and insecurity.

Everything that she had felt these past few months, she wants to tell it all to the older woman.

But no.

She didn’t.

She decided long ago, that these emotions- this feelings that she had buried inside of her heart should never be uttered out loud. That the only closure that she will ever have, is by burying all of these messy emotions deep inside of her heart.

Not opening her heart anymore. Not letting anyone in.

A fool.

A girl, with nothing but a clown costume.

Well, y/n is a fool indeed.

There’s a bouquet of roses on her kitchen. Sitting there unmoving. The previous bouquet had not even wilted yet. She felt a bit sick at the mere thought of it.

Roses after roses.

Tears after tears.

She should’ve known that this relationship would never last. That this blissful feeling and tender care that they share with each other is not something that will last forever.

A famous formula one superstar like him with a normal university student like her.

How laughable.

Y/n felt stupid that she actually thought that this relationship will last.

Because it’s not.

“You said you won’t do it again,” she said, eyes staring at her plate intently. Not wanting to see the man sitting in front of her.

How many times is it now? She doesn’t even bother to count.

It was always like this. Every time she saw him with another girl – always though social media, or through a friend. Never had it been from Max himself. There will always be a bouquet of roses on her kitchen. As if, those roses are enough.

As if, those roses are enough for her to forgive him.

(It did.)

Max shifted, “You have to believe me,” he said, hand reaching towards her own. Though, she immediately flinched, retreating. The male seems to have noticed it too, as he too, froze up on his spot.

“Schat,” he called out, tone pleading. “You have to believe me. I- it was not my intention to touch her like that.”

“And yet you still did,” replied the female, curling herself into a ball. It was a bit dangerous position considering she’s sitting on their dining room chair. Though, she really can’t help it. She wants to disappear. To stop this hurtful feelings that’s threatening to overflow.

She hates this so so much.

“I was drunk!” exclaimed Max as his tone went higher and higher. “I thought she was you- that’s why I was so receptive!”

There was something on his tone that sounds almost frantic. As if he’s desperately trying to put everything together. To make this thing between the two of them works. Max too seems to realize as he stood up, circling the dining table so he could stood by her side.

Y/n could feel his hands curling around her shoulder. “I thought it was you and I was missing you really badly because we haven’t met each other in weeks,” he said, face so close to hers as his hands scrambling to wipe of something from her face.

Oh.

She’s crying. She didn’t even realize that.

“I miss you so much, that’s why I went with her to the hotel and-“

And that really is the thing that made y/n snap.

Because the way he said this, the way he’s trying to direct this conversation, was as if he was going to blame her about this mess of their relationship. As if, him cheating was her fault. As if, him sleeping with another girl is her fault.

She hates it so much she wants it to end.

The last string, finally broke.

She should’ve known that this relationship of theirs is not something that could last forever. After all, the both of them led such a different life with each other.

Too many differences.

Too many hurdles.

Back then, she thought that she could face all of it. All of those hurdles and problems. She used to believe that both Max and her could resolve it. That they could triumph each one easily.

But now?

She’s far too tired.

She’s too tired to hang around this relationship of theirs. Too tired of the countless sleepless nights and all the overthinking that she did. Too tired to scroll through her social media only to see her with different girl each time. Too tired, to put her expectation to this man before her.

Y/n is not a fool.

She doesn’t want to be a clown anymore.

And so, this is the end. The end of everything that they had built. That this sacred commitment between the two of them is nothing but a thorn on her side.

“I’m tired,” the family let out, eyes still streaming with tears as she stared at Max’s blue eyes. Blue eyes that used to make her weak on the knees. The blue eyes that never fail to make her heart race.

Though this time, she felt empty as she stared at those blue eyes of his.

“I’m tired, Max,” she repeated once more. “Let’s end this.”

Y/n moved back to her parents’ house not long after that. Transferring university to that of her country. Leaving all the memories that she had made in Monaco in that country.

There are many things that she wants to left there. Too many things.

(They didn’t even managed to say I love you yet. Those simple words that remained inside her heart.)

And as she landed back on her home country, eyes staring at the plane that had taken her from Monaco, she can’t help the small smile that appeared on her face.

Yes, this is a new start for her.

She’s tired of being a fool.

“There are many things that I want to say,” started the younger as she stared at the older woman with a bittersweet smile on her face. “But I think- I think I’m still not ready for it.”

Her mother hummed at that. “Of course,” she muttered, hand enveloping her in a hug. It’s warm and it reminded her so much of her childhood. She wants to stay like this forever. Enveloped in her mother embrace forever. “You can always tell me later. I’m always here, remember?”

“Yeah,” y/n said as she released her embrace. “Yeah, I know.”

That answer seems to have brightened her mother up a bit. “Well okay then, enough of the depressing talk!” she said with a clap of her hands. “Tomorrow is a big day for us so-“

What her mother was going to say was interrupted by the loud sound of a ringing bell.

Both female exchanged glances with each other, eyebrow raising. “We’re having guest?” ask y/n.

“I doubt s,” said her mom. “Will you be a dear and open the door? I’m going to call for your dad.” She muttered out before she’s gone to call for the man.

Y/n shrugged, not seeing any problem with that as she walked towards the front door not expecting anything. After that shocking and a bit emotional talk with her mom, she’s not in the mood to entertain any guest today.

Maybe it could be a mailman? Doubt so.

Her sister? No, she’s on a vacation to Greece.

Then who could possibly be ringing their door?

She opened her door, not expecting anything, only to found herself rooted on her spot as she stared at the sight before her. Because there he stood, blond hair, blue eyes, and white shirt. Somehow, her heart started to betray her and it began hammering wildly inside her chest.

“Hey,” said Max Verstappen, standing in front of her door with a bouquet of roses on his hand.

Ah, thought y/n.

Maybe she is a fool after all.

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artful-aries · 9 months

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Hi, can I get “ when you’re in danger” with Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, and Tighnari? Ty! Enjoyed your other ily HCs

Hello hello! I’m so glad you’ve liked my other content! I hope you enjoy this as well :3

When You’re In Danger - Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Tighnari

Diluc

His blood runs cold as his worst nightmare becomes reality. He knew it was only a matter of time before you got pulled into his personal war against the Abyss Order, yet now that the day was here he found himself regretting every choice he had ever made that led to this

The Vision wielder who is normally calm and collected turns savage, almost feral in his desperation to ensure your safety. Part of it is his duty to being Mondstatd’s silent protector, but the other part of it is his almost crippling fear of losing another person that he loves

Caution is thrown to the wind as he fights though his enemies, his fiery gaze only focused on getting to you as quick as possible. It doesn’t matter if he gets injured, he will see you rescued at all costs

It doesn’t take long for him to practically obliterate the Abyss mages, standing before you panting heavily with the exertion he just put himself through.

Diluc’s clothes are singed, his hair crackles slightly with the remnants of electro, and there’s a look in his eyes that makes your heart sink to your stomach. He looks like a different man entirely

He can see the way you look at him, almost scared, yet he feels almost detached from reality. His present feelings mix with ones from his memories, making it hard for him to focus and calm both of you down

Diluc eventually reaches out a gloved hand and tentatively brushes your hair. When you don’t pull away, he’ll immediately grab you up and hold you tightly to his chest, where you can feel just how hard his heart is pounding. It was almost like he was more terrified than you had been

After this run in with the Abyss Order, Diluc doesn’t let you out of his sight if he can help it, and if business truly calls him away he would still find a way to keep tabs on you. He’s willing to go so far as to ask Kaeya to watch over you if it came to that

For a while afterwards, he is pretty shaken up by the ordeal, as it was a chilling reminder of how easily he could lose you

Having you reassure him and soothe him helps, and eventually he gets back to his old self, but the underlying anxiety will always be there. He doesn’t know who he would be without you, and isn’t keen on finding out any time soon

Kaeya

The usually quippy, unbothered Cavalry Captain would turn uncharacteristically grim and serious upon finding out you were in danger. He becomes as chilled as his cryo Vision as he shamelessly uses the Knights of Favonius’ resources to track down who kidnapped you

Whether it’s hilichurls, treasure hoarders, the Fatui, or any other conceivable threat, Kaeya won’t waste time cultivating a plan to rescue you. He would prefer to do this alone, but he’s not above getting the Knights to help him out if there is an overwhelming number of opponents for him to handle by himself

It’s in rescuing you that his hidden talents come to light; not only is he able to pull strings to bring about his enemy’s downfall, but he is proficient in strategic combat. He didn’t earn the title of Cavalry Captain for no reason after all

He makes quick work of his enemies, being surprisingly level headed despite the situation. This sort of thing is what he is used to doing, although the stakes are higher now that you’re thrown into the mix

Once you’re officially rescued he might make a few flirtatious comments about being your knight in shining armor, but if you were to look carefully you’d see the slight furrow of his brows and the subtle tremble of his hands; Kaeya’s worried about you

After a small bit of reassurance from you that you’re okay, Kaeya will smile at you and resume his usual coy, flirtatious behavior

Even after the incident he’s not exactly clingy or overly anxious about your whereabouts and safety. Living will always come with danger regardless if he kept you glued at the hip or let you do as you pleased, so why not let you be happy?

That being said, he will secretly arrange for more patrols for the Knights in areas that he knows you frequent. If there was one positive to being the Cavalry Captain, it was his ability to pull a few strings to ensure your safety that would still leave him with free time to see you

If you happened to make a comment about how often you saw the Knights of Favonius patrolling more frequently, Kaeya would smirk to himself before telling you that they simply are earning their keep. Even if you suspected he had something to do with the more frequent patrols, he would feign ignorance

He prefers to keep how hard he works to keep you safe a secret, as he doesn’t want you feeling guilty or worried in any way. You deserved to live a carefree life while he did all the work behind the scenes

Ayato

Like Diluc, you being out in danger is his worst nightmare come to life. He had his reservations from the beginning of getting involved with you due to how many enemies he had as the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commission

However, dire circumstances are a regular Tuesday for the blue haired man, and despite his rising anxiety over the circumstances he is absolutely using every tool in his arsenal to ensure your safe return

Due to his position, he’s not exactly at liberty to swoop in and save you himself no matter how desperately he wants to. Carelessly jumping into situations for a man of his position could prove to create instability between the Commissions or give his other enemies a chance to strike while he is distracted

Therefore, Ayato sends the people he trusts most from the Shuumatsuban for your search and rescue. They are the only people in all of Inazuma that he would trust with such a delicate task, and has complete confidence that they will bring you back safe and unharmed

Naturally, their loyalty to Ayato makes failing him not an option, and they rescue you without a hitch and bring you back to the Kamisato residence. Seeing you returned brings an immense amount of relief to him, and he welcomes you back with open arms and apologizes for his lapse of judgment that enabled you to get kidnapped in the first place

It is a mistake that he intends to never make again. From now on, you’ll be shadowed by someone of the Shuumatsuban whether you know it or not, or on occasion personally escorted somewhere by Ayato himself when he finds an excuse to break away from his work momentarily

This arrangement is non negotiable for him; the kind of risks that come with being close to a man of his status are just far too great for you to not have some level of protection. After your kidnapping you’ll never get him to reconsider other alternatives to ensure your safety

Though his decision is calm and rational, he buries the genuine fear of losing you that the situation brought forth into his heart. He knows he cannot allow it to cloud his judgment, yet it’s so hard to get rid of. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else he cares about

If the idea of you having tight security truly bothers you enough to the point where you are upset with him, Ayato will consider making a compromise and just have Thoma look after you. With the two of them focused on making sure you’re safe and sound, you’re bound to never be put in danger again

Tighnari

He told you a thousand times to not go into that part of the Avidya forest until he and the other rangers could deal with a particularly bad fungi infestation in the area. But did you listen? Of course not

A scowl is permanently plastered onto his face as he focuses on driving off the fungi, wanting to get rid of them as quickly as possible so that he can ensure that you weren’t badly injured. He makes quick work of them after having dealt with them for years

However, don’t think you’re safe; Tighnari is raring to go with a lecture as he marches over to you, demanding to know what you were thinking and why you decided to not heed his advice. He compares you to his trainee forest rangers who always end up eating poisonous mushrooms

If he found that you were injured, his expression would soften as he would silently patch you up, trying to calm the anxious racing of his heart. He cared so much about your well being, but that often came out in the form of lectures and scolding rather than affection and tenderness

His irritation is obvious with the twitches of his ears, yet he stays quiet until he’s sure that you’re completely patched up before fixing you with a firm gaze, telling you that next time he expects you to listen to him when he tells you not to do something

You can’t help but feel like a child being taught a lesson, especially when Tighnari hoists you up and begins carrying you back, insisting that you shouldn’t strain yourself despite the fact that you felt completely fine. Needless to say, he continues to scold you the whole way back to Gandharva Ville

It takes a few days after the incident for him to get over his irritation, as he can’t stand when people take unnecessary risks, let alone when you do it yourself. However he knows that he can’t be mad at you forever, and you weren’t gravely injured from the incident

Despite getting over the fact that you nearly got yourself hurt, Tighnari isn’t going to trust you to go into the Avidya Forest for a long time. He’d rather accompany you to make sure you don’t do anything rash or directly go against his guidance, or he will at least make you take Collei with you

The day he finally lets you go by yourself again, he hands you a rather thick notebook full of guides and notes that he made himself, expecting you to read through it as you travel so that you don’t end up in another dangerous situation

Tighnari knows he’s a little sharp when it comes to guiding you on survival outside of Gandharva Ville, but it’s out of love and concern for your well being. If he’s not strict about this sort of thing, he knows exactly all of the terrible things that could happen to you out there

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lexsssu · 4 months

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Treasure (Akira Kurusu | Ren Amamiya)

TAGS: Akira/F!reader, yandere, obsession, praise, breeding, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Thank you for the curry, Akira-kun. It’s delicious as always and the coffee is perfect…!”

“Nothing less for my favorite patron of course~”

“Oh stop it, you! Using your charms won’t make me order another serving of curry”

“Darn. Guess I’ll just have to try harder next time then~”

“Of course you will. But I hope you know that the reason I keep coming back here is because of the food and not because of some pretty-boy cafe owner…!”

“Mhmm, I know very well that it’s only the food and drinks that keep you coming back. So that means all I have to do is make everything on the menu irresistible so you’d have no choice~”

“....Smart-ass”

Akira chuckled at the adorable pout you sent him, feeling his heartbeat seemingly getting faster as you played along with him. How your innocent little smiles and colorful blushes sent his heart into overdrive, reminding him constantly that the thief had been the one stolen from instead.

You stole his heart and you didn’t even realize it.

So it was only natural that he would steal yours in return, right?

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Isn't she an adorable little thing?

So small

So soft

So ripe for the taking

Don't you just want to sink your teeth into her pretty little neck?

Leave your mark on her

You know you want to

She's practically begging for it

All you have to do is take the first step

You know full well that she wants to be moaning beneath you

She wants to choke on your cock

She wants you to stuff it inside her tight pussy

Give her all your cum, make sure you fuck it all straight into her womb

Do it. You want it. She wants it. Stop pretending like you're a good man when we both know you're the farthest thing from one.

And none of that matters, because you'll have her anyway.

WE'LL have her.

Whether she wants to be ours or not.

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“It's too dangerous for you to go home in this weather. Why don’t you stay the night here instead? I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if anything were to happen to you…”

Those were Akira’s words when he dissuaded you from traveling back to your own apartment as the thunderstorm raged outside of Leblanc.

Yet...how did it turn out like this?

“Aren’t you my precious little treasure? Do you feel how tightly your pretty cunt is gripping my cock? It’s your first time and yet it’s swallowing up everything so happily...I just knew you were made for me~”

Arms wrapped around his strong neck, you hang onto Akira for dear life as he spears his girthy length into your sopping wet core, spreading your lower lips while the veins that pulsed along its length scraping against your previously untouched walls. He had your sinfully thick thighs wrapped around his narrow waist as he bucked up into you, basically carrying the entirety of your weight with his surprisingly strong arms.

For a man who supposedly worked full-time as the proprietor of a little cafe in Tokyo, Akira had both strength and a build beneath his unassuming clothes that clearly stated his physical prowess.

Not that you had any capacity to think about that when the man was flooding your insides with his thick, gooey cum. Your eyes are glazed as you panted, inhaling lungfuls of air as a heady mix of your clear love juice and his pearly essence dripped onto the wooden floors of his bedroom atop the shop.

Aside from the half-hard cock that plugged you up, you clearly felt the heat of his potent cum in your lower belly after the curly-haired male made sure to cum while he was balls-deep inside you.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Taking my cum so eagerly...you’ll treasure my gift to you, won’t you? Because you’re my treasure and I want to leave my mark in you… ”

You should be scared at how things reached this point all of a sudden, but you find that you don’t care.

Not when you’d also long held a torch for the charming barista.

It was only your own insecurities that prevented you from ever saying a word. Why would you when Akira was so handsome, so charming, so smart as compared to your...mediocre self?

“Yours…♥” Smiling dazedly at him, you press a chaste kiss to his soft lips before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as a wave of drowsiness overtakes you.

There’s no need to ask questions. What matters is that he loves you as much as you loved him. So you don’t think about it anymore, simply relishing in the fact that the object of your affections returned your seemingly unrequited love.

“ I’ll protect you. No one will ever take you away from me. Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be taken care of for life. Now that you’re mine...you’ll be treated like the priceless treasure you are~ ”

Eerie olden orbs glowed in the darkness, sometimes glinting with an unspeakable malice but they mostly shone with tenderness they were seemingly incapable of whenever they were trained on your sleeping figure.

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fluffy hawks drabble-turned-mini-fic because i love him. if you think the feather necklace trope is overused, this is probably not the place for you. also important to note: let’s say for the sake of my sanity that this takes place before seasons 5/6, okay? I know what's up in the manga, I'm just ignoring it to be happy :)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions aside from wearing dresses + enjoying it and reader could be perceived as chubby, but no explicit mentions of body type!! shopping for clothes is just hard and it’s briefly reflected on in this. lots of soft fluff. pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc) I just got a bunch of cute dresses and now I'm gonna make it hawks' problem. this is like. disgustingly soft and so incredibly self indulgent avert your eyes. please. very smiley and giggly. a bit suggestive at the end bc I have no self-control.

soft laughter and the sound of rustling sheets were the only noises heard in your shared bedroom that afternoon. surprisingly enough for both of you, keigo had finished his patrol early and caught you on the way up to your apartment. almost immediately after walking in and getting your shoes and coats off, he had grabbed you and sped off to your room, dropping you on the bed and launching an attack.

you were both so happy to have some extra time together that it boosted your energy immensely, resulting in a impromptu play fight. it wasn't very often that you got to be so playful anymore with things picking up for him at work. you were both still young, so when you got the chance to act like it, you definitely took it.

"keigo!" you shrieked as he pressed a slew of quick, light kisses over your face and down your neck. a ticklish sensation was left in their wake, even more so because of his facial hair. he just chuckled and rubbed his face against your skin to draw out more laughter. feathers flew around and brushed against your cheeks and other places he couldn't focus his attention on.

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to limit your movements, but you still squirmed around to try and get the upper hand. eventually, after a few more kisses to your chest and stomach, he loosened his grip to give you a fighting chance and you flipped on top of him, making sure not to hurt his wings, which ruffled in excitement.

"so what are you gonna do with me now, sweetheart?" he grinned up at you, eyes positively glowing with mirth.

you felt your own gaze go soft and cupped his face with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I dunno," you murmured, keeping your voice low in volume and sweet in its delivery.

your eyes wandered over his features, admiring him in the golden rays of sun coming from your window. "you're so pretty, keigo..."

he went a little red but smiled softly. "that's my line, angel," and then he leaned up to steal another kiss from you.

eventually you both settled down, laying in bed together and talking about your days. keigo told you about having to chase down a bank robber and some purse snatchers, and how a little old lady asked for help getting her cat down from a tree. you snickered at the thought.

the atmosphere turned serene as you both laid there. you were close enough that your breaths mixed and your foreheads touched, his hands absentmindedly running over your soft skin and the curves of your body. "so how was your day?" he whispered.

"it was okay. I had a shorter day at work, so I went shopping and I got some new clothes..." you sat up and walked over to where the bags were discarded before he tossed you on the bed. "want to see them?"

he whined a little when you walked away but quickly sat up as well, nodding his head at the second part. "I'd never pass up the chance to see you trying on clothes, baby, who exactly do you take me for?"

you smiled and shook your head fondly. "alright, alright. sit tight, I'll be back," you said and headed to the connecting bathroom, ignoring his grumbling about how you were depriving him of getting to see the best part.

and when you came back out, in a pretty little sundress, twirling so he could get the full effect, he stared at you in awe.

he knew from past shopping trips and many teary conversations with you that finding clothes you actually felt confident in could be… difficult. of course he thought you looked amazing in everything, and if he had it his way, he’d buy every single outfit you even glanced at, but there was just something so alluring about seeing you happy and proud in clothes you felt good in.

“such a pretty girl…” he murmured to no one in particular. it looked a bit like he was in a trance as he took in your figure. attempting to hold back a shy smile from forming at his words, you looked down at the ground to keep yourself from getting too flustered.

he grinned and held his hand out for you once your eyes met his again. taking it, he gently pulled you towards him to stand in between his legs and rested his chin on your sternum, not once breaking eye contact. his hands moved to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I mean it, you’re absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on... my pretty girl.”

you couldn’t hold back your smile this time and he adored the way your lips curled upwards, how your eyes flitted around the room, staring at anything but him, clearly affected by his words.

he sent a feather out to tilt your chin back towards him and he was suddenly reminded of something.

“ah right- I have something for you,” he dug something out of his pocket and proudly presented you with what looked like a thin brown faux leather string…

with a bright red feather attached to it.

you gasped and took the item into your hands, closely inspecting it. you treated it with the utmost care, as if it were your most prized possession. it very well might’ve been.

the string had a clasp at the back to make it easier to put on and remove, and it looped around the... stem? bone? (you made a mental note to clarify with keigo later) of the feather multiple times. it was secured with a thin silver wire to ensure it wouldn’t slip out before the rope continued on to the other end of the hook.

he actually had one of his feathers turned into a necklace for you.

“keigo, I… this is incredible, oh my goodness!” you beamed at him and leaned down to properly hug him.

he was incredibly perceptive. of course he knew that all those times you had jokingly asked him about keeping one of his feathers with you were actually silent requests. even if you’d never outright ask him, he could tell you longed to have a piece of him with you. especially when he had to wipe your tears before a long mission and you stared longingly at his wings. he took pride in the fact that you found comfort in them.

who was he to deny the love of his life? what’s one feather from his arsenal gone, anyway? it was going towards the cause of making you happy, and most importantly, there was the added bonus of keeping you safe.

“here, let me put it on for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and hand him the necklace.

you got settled and he happily clasped the ends of the string together at the back of your neck. the bottom of the feather rested just above the neckline of your dress and you touched it gingerly.

as soon as it rested against your skin, he took control of it and ran it across your cheek, making you giggle and pull away a bit.

“thank you, keigo, I love it.” you turned around on his lap to face him and pressed your lips against his.

he hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a sly smile. “of course, baby. besides,” he toyed with one of the straps on your shoulder. “it goes with your new dress, don’t you think?”

you put your arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the arches of his wings and nodded in agreement. he placed his hands on the tops of your thighs and gently squeezed. “wanna see if it goes with my other dresses, too?”

“oh, absolutely. but..." he shifted a bit and pulled you closer, so that you were fully pressed against him. "I don't think I've appreciated this one enough... what do you think?" he slowly trailed his eyes up from your legs to meet yours.

you tilted your neck forward to rest your forehead against his. "I think that you'll find some of the other things I bought more interesting than a sundress, keigo."

his sly smile turned into something more eager and you laughed when he dramatically flopped backwards on the bed with a groan. "you're too good for me, angel, seriously. what did I ever do to deserve you?"

you offered him a shrug and a tiny smile of your own. "exist."

his eyes widened a fraction and you could tell that your words deeply affected him from the way they welled up. he cleared his throat to cover up any emotion in his voice and sat up again to cup your cheek, murmuring "sweet girl, you'd better hurry up and try on those other dresses, because if you're not off my lap in three seconds, I'm gonna pounce, and we're not leaving this room 'til we're both spent."

butterflies erupted within you and he watched fondly as you gasped and ran off to keep your little fashion show up and running.

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BONUS:

the following days after receiving his gift were... not surprising in the slightest.

you always knew when keigo was taking a break or in his office doing paperwork because he took every opportunity to bug you with his (your) feather.

every. single. one.

and you also knew before he even had the necklace made that if he were to ever give you one, this would likely happen. he was a menace, after all. part of his charm, he always said.

at first it was a bit embarrassing having to fight with a feather in front of your coworkers (who weren't aware you were dating a pro hero, so they probably thought you were some fangirl who bought faulty, cheap merch of his), but it very quickly became endearing.

cause yeah, if he knew you were going to be around people he'd make life difficult for you and then take all of your whines and complaints with a mischievous grin when he walked through the door, clearly lying when he said he'd take it down a notch.

but when he knew you were alone? or having a particularly stressful day? all you had to do was lightly tug on the necklace. upon your signal, he'd immediately take control of the feather and bring it up to caress your cheek, run along your neck or tap your nose.

honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. you adored his playful side, and he knew he could get away with most things via feather necklace. even if it was only because you were too flustered to scold him for anything anymore by time he got back. complaints soon turned into requests for cuddles and wanting to return all the affection you received.

the feather necklace was a gift for you, sure, but it definitely benefitted him as well.

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I edited this super quickly, so apologies if there's any mistakes! I'll find them eventually when I look back at this fic and end up contemplating my choices to post without properly editing :')

hope you enjoyed!! <3

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greenishghostey · 1 year

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imagine eddie plus amazon position

Took some creative liberties with the position, but it worked out in the end (I hope)!

Note: this is filth, again. Also, it's kinda long....

18+ Content MDNI

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You were used to Eddie suggesting some adventurous stuff to try out during sex. He thought you didn’t know about the Heavy Metal magazines stuffed under his bed.

But you’d seen it all. Robots, monsters, aliens, the whole nine yards - all surprisingly well illustrated. There was one issue that had a woman and a tentacle monster-thing which probably shouldn’t have had you nodding while reading it, but oh well.

So, when Eddie suggested the unfamiliar position to you, he also had a visual aid to help win you over. The man was on his back with his head thrown back, flushed neck bared to the woman on top of him. His eyes were rolling back into his skull as sound effects indicated the pace and sounds coming from their fucking. His knees were pulled tightly into his sweating chest while the woman - who looked suspiciously similar to you - rode his cock until they were both delirious and panting like animals in heat.

"God fu-fucking damn it. Babe, c'mon, please."

"You're doing so good, though. Just need to get you a little more warmed up, okay?" You sang, using your own legs to keep Eddie's spread wide. Your hands were covered in lube that was originally cold, sliding and stroking Eddie's cock. He had been whining for the last fifteen minutes - not above begging you to sit on his dick. But that wasn't the deal. If he wanted you in the position he asked for, then he was going to have to work a little harder for it.

The slick squelching from Eddie fucking your hands was obscene and so loud. It mixed with the hot panting of your breath and the string of groans and curses from him. Eddie had taken to throwing one arm over his eyes because if he looked down at you, the fun would be over within seconds.

You liked that you had such an effect on him; there was something intimate yet animalistic about it. You craved it in a similar way that he craved you. Most of the time, Eddie chased your orgasm before his own. Huffing filthy promises and praise while pulling your legs onto his shoulders and grinning as you gripped the sheets with white knuckles. But sometimes, he wanted to be roughed up a little. Brought to the precipice of release, only to be held there for as long as you saw fit.

“You’re making the sheets all wet.” You observed through heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie was an absolute fucking mess. His thick cock was glistening in the low light of his room while his balls were sticky and heavy. You had to stamp down the urge to let him fuck your mouth and empty himself down your throat. But you had agreed to ride him - or rather, fuck yourself on him.

“I can fucking hear it.” Eddie groaned, moving his arm from his eyes as he glanced downwards. “Christ, fuck, aren’t you done yet?” His face had such a pretty rosy flush to it.

“Wanna make you feel extra special tonight.” You hummed. His eyes were boring into your skull; you could almost feel the fire of his gaze. You knew you were pushing your luck, but it was too fun to pass up.

Eddie’s reaction time was always a little too good when he had a set goal. He sat up on one shakey elbow and grabbed the back of your head, bringing your face mere centimetres from his. Eddie was staring at you, unblinking like you were the only thing in the entire world - and he wanted it so bad.

“You’re done. Now.” Eddie smirked with clenched teeth.

The fact that he still had enough brain power to talk was impressive. Additionally, the grip he had on your hair, keeping your head in place, was making you sweat and squirm.

“I’m gonna lie back, you’re gonna sit all pretty on my dick, and then you can go back to being in charge. Got it?” Eddie always knew just the right thing to say. He knew you almost too well, knew just how to make you melt. The guy was in love; it looked good on him.

You returned his smirk with a giddy smile and an enthusiastic nod. Eddie got himself comfortable again, arranging himself with his legs nearly to his chest.

You had to wonder if this is what he liked so much about you in that position. The unrestricted view of everything, the heat of seeing vulnerability. The trust of it all was sort of heartwarming. Putting aside the fact that Eddie had gotten this idea from a porno comic.

His swollen, slick cock twitched as you got yourself comfortable, placing your hands on the backs of Eddie’s thighs. Teasing the leaking tip against your clit was a sweet relief. Finally, you got some of the friction. A guttural moan fell from your lips as you watched the head slip into your cunt.

Sharp nails dug into Eddie’s legs as you firmly sat on his cock. “You’re so fucking deep like this.” You sighed, the stretch of him finally settling into your drooling cunt.

“You love it deep, huh?” Eddie groaned, the sweet relief of finally being inside you washing over him in waves. One of his hands gripped your ass, helping you keep balance while also massaging the fat. “Sh-shit even brought the nails out and everything. You sit there for just a little longer, ‘kay?”

A noise between a moan and a shriek rolled from your throat as Eddie started toying with your clit. He alternated between slow circles, quick slaps, and slippery flicks. The mix of your wet, the lube and his precum creamed at the base of Eddie’s cock - the squelching of it becoming even messier.

“This isn’t supposed to be about me.” You whined, head rolling to one side as a particularly harsh flick made you keen.

“Well, this part is. So, keep screaming.” Eddie moaned, slapping at your soaked cunt when you tried to move your hips on him.

You had a feeling that this night would be a “fight for the upper hand” sort of night. Those happened sometimes when you were both in a sort of feral mood, and both wanted to be on top. Eddie never let sex just be about him, even for a minute or two.

So, you would need to put him in his place. Like he wanted since his knees were nearly crushed to his sweaty chest. The demon head tattoo staring at you only spurred you on more.

Your nails returned to digging into the backs of Eddie’s thighs - catching him off guard and making a small line of drool leave his lips. The grinding of your hips got harder as you massaged your g-spot with his cock.

“Know what? This is about me - god, fuck - hold still for me.”

Eddie’s wet fingers were still on your clit, but only applied pressure for you to move on. His moans had returned to being closer to whines as he stared at you fucking yourself. He wouldn’t be able to thrust up at all from the position he was in. He was at your mercy, and he loved it.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yes.” Eddie chanted, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth. “Your pussy feels so fucking - oh god, oh god.”

You were shifting between grinding and bouncing now. The sopping drag of Eddie’s cock was simultaneously too much and not enough. “What was that? My pussy feels what?” You groaned, trying to keep your voice somewhat stern and even.

“So fucking wet, and messy, and - and, Jesus.” Eddie slurred. He felt like he was losing his mind. The tension in his thighs, your nails dragging on his skin and the creamy warmth of your cunt. It was all driving him up the wall as his heart started to hammer.

“We’re gonna make a mess together,” you purred, legs beginning to shake. “You can cum deep, yeah? Can you do that for me, Eddie?”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie whined, his hair stuck to his face with sweat. “Anything you want, baby. Anything.”

You grinned, grinding faster and harder until the mattress started to creak. The circles of your hips were messy, but it didn’t matter anymore. The man under you looked like a wreck in the best way possible. He was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back; beads of sweat were rolling down his neck, and the noises. The noises were a mixture of grunts and moans as he clumsily played with your clit and tried to hold off cumming before you. After a few grounding breaths, Eddie kicked himself into high gear again.

“You love this, don't ya?” He panted, doubling down on the rough circles to your sticky clit. “Just been waiting to get back on top of me and losing your fucking mind.”

“Just promise you’ll cum with me.” Your voice was hoarse and whimpering. The sweet relief was so close; you just needed Eddie to keep talking. “Promise me, Eddie.”

“Promise. God, fuck - I promise.”

Eddie started to moan and laugh up at you - it wasn’t mocking laughter, he was just having a really good time. The hand massaging your ass moved to deliver a sharp smack to the already raw skin - his laughter getting louder when you whined. You retaliate by scratching your nails down his thighs again, making him shiver and his cock twitch inside you.

The push and pull continued for who knows how long. It could have been seconds; it could have been minutes. A smack was met with a scratch, and a whine was met with a shiver. Both of you were soaked, and the slick noises were just so right.

Your knees almost gave out, “I’m gonna cum, Eddie, c’mon, c’mon.” You babbled, slamming your cunt down onto his cock. Your orgasm ripped through you in an instant, jaw hanging open and a low scream filling the dim bedroom.

“‘Atta girl.” Eddie slurred, his voice melting into a series of groans of ‘fuck’ as he emptied himself inside your hot, slick walls. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave handprints, but that just made it all the better.

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btsbabe7 · 4 days

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A/N: a spontaneous semi-spicy drop of a draft that’s been sitting since April 1st, and now that I just watched Challengers and it’s pretty much on brand with this, that’s the mood I’m in. I also didn’t edit this, but I will post it anyways. 🙃

Words: ~2k, (Mature, 18+)

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x reader

Natty and Poppy teamed up to put together a small get-together with certain members of your class; however, words and owls got around, and a party of ten had turned into fifty. Overwhelmed, but determined to make the best of the situation, Natty and Poppy were able to get things under control, from snacks to Butterbeer and entertainment, it turned into a literal house party.

You find yourself sandwiched between the two boys you’d managed to get close to over the past few years, Sebastian and Ominis, both surprisingly enjoying themselves, thanks to your presence.

“Wanna try this jelly bean I made?” Garreth exclaims, scaring you from behind while nudging your arm. He stretches his arm between you and Ominis, out towards the light, where a single jelly bean is hoisted between his fingertips.

“Not tonight, Weasley,” you giggle and shrug his arm away. “I’m not in the mood to have smoke coming from my nostrils or other extremities again.”

“Suite yourself,” he replies with a shrug before trailing off to find another potential victim.

You watch Garreth walk over to another girl, one you know to be from Gryffindor, whose name is completely unknown to you. You watch her giggle as he holds his hand out and offers her a tiny red bean. The one he’d offered you had been yellow, for Hufflepuff. Her polish red nails pinch into his palm as she grabs the bean and pulls it between her lips with a teasing smile.

You see Garreth grin softly, but he turns his attention away quickly, right back to you in fact.

“He fancies you,” Sebastian states as if he’s already right and knows it all. “You have him wrapped around your finger.”

“As if you’d know, Seb. It’s not like you’re consulting with a Gryffindor.”

You hear Ominis’ snort, clearing getting a kick out of it too. You watch Sebastian’s cheeks grow ruby red in annoyance.

“I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious. Offering you yellow jellybeans as if the rest of us don’t realize what he’s doing. As if we don’t see how he acts around you in The Great Hall, in class... Always showering you with gifts…”

“Well… I do love Garreth’s gifts,” you hum in amusement now that you’re on the subject. “Jellybeans aside, he did have his owl deliver a beautiful bouquet of daises and roses about a week ago.”

“H-he sent you flowers?”

You can hear the disappointment in Seb’s voice. Because why hadn’t he thought to send you flowers? Is the tone that laces his voice and gains a pat on the shoulder from Ominis.

“Even as a Slytherin, this conversation is becoming awfully dreadful. Care for a dance, Y/n?”

“Yeah, let’s dance!”

Ominis smiles deeply and stands to his feet to reach out for your hand. Sebastian tries to slap it away, but you take it before he can.

“Sorry, Seb,” you whisper mockingly.

You and Ominis find a spot in the corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of Sebastian or Garreth, a spot where they’d have to look if they wanted to find you.

“Sebastian‘s right, you know?”

“Oh, not you too, Omi… Garreth and I, were friends.”

“Friends fall in love. We all know that’s not quite uncommon here,” Ominis states, knowing he’s right and that any protest is just an excuse from you at this point. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, which makes you smile into his shoulder.

“Friends can fall in love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for Garreth. No matter how cute and sweet he is.”

“You find him ‘cute?’”

“Omi!” You giggle loudly and smack his shoulder playfully before falling silent and twirling around with him. It had to be Poppy’s idea to throw a slow song into the mix. “I think Garreth is adorable, admirable even, but he’s not Seb… He’s not you. And I see how miserable Seb is when Garreth is around.”

Ominis smiles, a very telling smile, and you nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

“We can’t invite him. He wouldn’t understand.”

“He may be a Gryffindor; however, that doesn’t make him stupid… or less understanding. The point is freedom from understanding. It’s for fun.”

You know this, but you don’t press further. Omi always wins in the end anyways and if you press it, you’ll find yourself more than sandwiched between your three favorite boys.

He sways you around the livingroom, one hand at the small of your back and the other placed firmly against your mid-back, and your fingers find comfort in the thickness of the sandy blonde hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

“Do you still think about it?”

Your whisper is so low, you almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. You wish you didn’t still feel the electricity coursing through your chest when he touches you, when he’s near. You try to cool it when Sebastian is around, but most of the time it feels as if you’re fighting your own being to keep the peace between friends.

“Well, you certainly made it memorable,” he replies softly and leans his head on your hair like he had the very first time the two of you danced together.

You find yourself pulling back ever so slightly until his gaze meets yours. You find yourself fluttering again, lost in the beauty of his pearlescent eyes, his tiny sprinkled moles, and the soft look of his pink lips.

“Omi…”

His hand pulls your chin upward and he stops mid-turn, your back against the wall and his to the party, concealing you as his your lips find each other’s. You can’t remember the last time you had Ominis’ lips, and his alone, without Sebastian needing you at the same time. It takes your breath away just as it did years ago.

A soft cough breaks your kiss and you and Ominis pull away with reddened cheeks.

“Am I interrupting something?” Poppy laughs sarcastically. “I mean of course I’m not, my best friend would’ve told me if she were dating a Slytherin, or you know, dating in general?”

“Poppy, it’s…”

“Exactly what it looks like,” Ominis breathes. “I asked Y/n to keep it between us. After all, Sebastian has feelings for her too.”

“Ominis…”

“Sebastian has feelings for you? And you’re okay with kissing his best friend in the same room?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples as if everything will soon come apart at the seams. You’d expect this reaction, this level of immaturity from Sebastian, not Ominis. Why would he admit that after you’ve all been hiding it so well?

“He may have feelings, but I’m… I’m in love.”

You choke, dropping your arms from Ominis’ neck in disbelief. If he were in love with you, there would be signs. There were signs, but why would he admit it here?

Poppy notices your distress and pulls you by the hand.

“Gonna borrow her for a moment,” she calls, pulling you further away from the sad looking boy. She pulls you into a room, banishing everyone out before slamming the door behind you both. “Y/n, are you… insane? I mean of course you aren’t, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known, yet you deliberately got involved with not one, but two Slytherin boys. Nat and I told you to be careful since day one!”

“I know,” you breathe and kick your shoes off before bringing your knees up to your chest on the bottom of her bed. “But it’s Seb and Omi, they’re harmless.”

“Harmless?” She scoffs. “That man just said he betrayed his friend, who has a crush on you. I mean you two were snogging! As if it’s completely normal. The way he said he loved you as if he meant it, as if he’s been completely enraptured by you. How did this even happen?”

“We… spent time together. We’ve been friends for years now.”

Poppy places a hand on her hips, believing only a small portion of what you’re admitting. She takes a deep breath and settles on the bed next to you.

“What’s really going on between you and Ominis, Y/n?”

You deflect from her prying eyes, all your steady thoughts and chaotic ones overlapping and tangling with each other in your mind as you do. You can’t tell a lie without part of the truth. And if you tell the truth, you can’t lie. Not to her.

“Poppy… Ominis and I have been seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?”

“S-sleeping together,” you mutter softly. Your hands go cold and the coldness travels up your shoulders and washes down your body, all the way to your toes under your striped lime and cherry blossom knitted socks Ominis gifted you with last Christmas.

“Sleeping together? Like in his dorm?”

“No,” you sigh. “Like sleeping together… sex.”

All color in her cheeks flush and she shoots off the bed like a rocket.

“You’re sleeping with Ominis!?”

You can’t bring yourself to repeat it. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, you just knew your girl best friends would react this way. Garreth would react this way or say he somehow already knew. But Sebastian’s always the one you’ve been scared of hurting.

You nod.

“And Sebastian?” She dares to ask with widened eyes.

“I… we... I don’t know Poppy. He and I, we’ve done it once. Two Christmas’ ago when he took me to meet his family in Feldcroft. I told Ominis about Sebastian, but I can’t tell Sebastian about Ominis. It’s happened too many times with him, Sebastian would never forgive us,” you cry.

“Y/n… I, for once don’t know what to say.”

“There’s not much you can say,” Sebastian groans, coming from the connected bathroom with a scowl.

“Why’re you in here!?” Poppy yelps.

“Other restrooms were taken. But that’s beside the point, Y/n, you betrayed me? You and Ominis went behind my back? Didn’t think to tell me, to just let me know? I had my suspicions, but I… I didn’t want to believe that my two best friends would go behind my back.”

“Seb, it’s not like that. It’s—“

“It’s what? You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me? You couldn’t bear hurting my feelings, so you just hid your own?”

You climb off the bed and walk over to him, tears still in your eyes as Poppy steps out the room to give you two privacy.

“Sebastian, I love you both, truly. But what I feel with Ominis…”

“You don’t feel with me?”

“Seb, what I feel for Ominis, I can’t keep hiding. But I love you too. Since our first night together, I’ve always felt something.”

Sebastian’s features fall as if everything in his life has come to a halt and has never been in his favor. You know this was never fair to him since the beginning, since his interest had been you, but yours had been in his best friend.

“I should’ve known, I tried to ignore the signs,” he sighs and falters a bit.

You reach out for him, wrapping your arms around him as he sobs into the crook of your neck. You want to say words, but they would change nothing. If anything, it’d probably make matters worse for the three of you. You don’t know what admitting your feelings will do to your friendship, but you can’t afford to lose either of them, not after having them this long.

Sebastian trembles softly in your arms as you rub his back.

“I don’t want things to end this way,” he mutters against your wet skin.

“Nothing has to end,” you reply and pull back to look at him through tear blurred eyes. “We don’t have to end anything.”

“But if you’re in love with him, it won’t ever be the same.”

“Sebastian… please.”

He shakes his head as it begins to settle in. As it does, Ominis steps into the room. You hear the lock snap shut and a soft sigh from Sebastian’s lips.

When you glance down at Sebastian, the smirk of his lips is what makes you uneasy. You’ve seen this smirk before, back in the living room of his uncle’s house in Feldcroft.

“Seb—“

You’re cut off by his lips pressing hungrily into yours. His palm massages into your curls and the other into the flesh of your ass under your short dress.

You moan softly, almost forgetting about Ominis who stands sheepishly near the door.

“Care to join?” Sebastian mutters into your neck before licking a stripe up the length.

“Perhaps somewhere more private.”

Sebastian chuckles, ready to take you anywhere as long as he can have you right now in this moment. He kisses you deeply, his own moaning sending vibrations throughout your lips and straight to your core. He’s inching closer to Ominis with each twist of his tongue, and once you’re close enough, you grip his shirt at the shoulder and apparate to the one place where you know you’ll have all the privacy in the world.

Your Room of Requirement.

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Make a Move; Treech

pairing - Treech x fem!reader summary - Growing up, you were always attracted to Treech, but you never did anything about it. The doubts and friendship always seemed to get in the way. words - 1.81 k warning - fluff! note - OMG, it’s been so long since I’ve uploaded on here and im so sorry. I experienced a lil bit of writers block, but I have a couple of idea so hopefully I will write more! I also surprisingly love this one-shot, so lemme know if you like it as well!! request more things, you guys come up with better ideas than I do. oh and lamina request coming soon!

You believed you had made it pretty obvious. From the moment you met him in the woods, he was the only one you paid attention to. Others were freaked out by the fact he never left your eyesight—but you didn’t care.

Every time he would speak to you or even look in your direction, you would immediately freeze up. His simple observations of the things you would do made you go crazy.

The adults called it a little crush, but you knew it was more than that—you wanted it to be more than that. Unfortunately, you believed he could only ever view you as the clingy girl he met at a young age. He never did anything to show you there was a mutual liking.

In your childhood, you wouldn’t consider yourselves close. You were in the same friend group, yes, but he liked to play around with the boys while you climbed the trees and sat admiring him from the branches and gossiping with your best friend, Lamina. Whenever you were together, it was often silent—mainly because you were extremely nervous around him.

Sure, you’ve found other boys cute over the years—many who seemed to like you—but they could never compare to Treech. They weren’t caring or natural gentlemen. They didn’t make sure you were comfortable at all times. Treech did. You knew he was the one for you; no one could tell you otherwise.

As you both matured, the crush matured as well. The childish pining after him turned into hanging out and enjoying the time spent with him. On some days, you felt as if your feelings were reciprocated—the flirting and kind gestures. However, on other days, not so much—calling you his best friend and acting like that is all you ever would be. Still, you waited for him to make a move, refusing to do it yourself.

On this particular day, Treech decided to take you out on what you wished to be a date. As Treech knocked on your door, excitement and anticipation bubbled within you. He pulled you out of the house, and together, you ventured deeper into the familiar forest. The air was charged with a mix of playful energy and underlying emotions, creating a sense of unspoken tension.

Engaging in your usual antics, you both ran around, played games, and chased each other through the woods. As you both ran through the trees to your favorite spot, a playful banter ensued.

“Remember that time we got lost here as kids?” Treech chuckled, referring to the lake deep in the forest.

“Yeah, and you thought it was the best adventure ever,” you replied, the memories of your childhood escapades making the present moment even more special.

The day continued with laughter and shared stories. At times, Treech’s actions seemed to carry a different weight—a subtle shift that didn’t go unnoticed.

As you both lay on a blanket, a comfortable silence settled over the scene. The lake stretched out before you, its calm waters reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Yet, amidst the tranquility, your gaze kept drifting toward Treech.

He stared thoughtfully at the lake, his eyes reflecting a distant contemplation. The playfulness that had marked the earlier part of the day seemed to have faded into a more introspective mood. You couldn’t help but watch him, wondering what thoughts occupied his mind.

His profile was outlined against the serene backdrop, which held a certain mystery. You found yourself caught in the details—the way his eyes focused on the ripples of the water, the subtle furrow on his brow, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern on the blanket. There was an undeniable charm in those quiet moments.

But alongside the enchantment, a nagging doubt crept in. Why, despite the laughter and the special moments you shared, did Treech act like your connection was nothing more than a friendship? You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unsaid—a puzzle piece missing from the picture you painted together.

As he continued to gaze at the lake, you couldn’t resist sneaking glances at his face, searching for clues. Was it something you did or said? Was there a reason he hesitated to show his feelings? What do you have to do for him to give the two of you a try? The unspoken question lingered in the air, and a sense of longing grew within you, wishing for clarity that seemed just out of reach.

The sun soon began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the lake. The water rippled gently, reflecting the changing hues of the sky. It had been quiet for a while; the forest around you seemed to hush its usual sounds, as if respecting the sacredness of the moment.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Treech turned to you, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “You know, being here with you today has made me realize something.”

Your heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What is it?” you asked, your voice soft.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve finally come to terms that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I really like you, more than just a friend.”

A wave of emotions swept over you—surprise, joy, and a sense of relief. The tension that had lingered throughout the day suddenly made sense. You tried to play it cool, but inside you were panicking. This was the moment you had waited for all your life.

Treech continued, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship, but I couldn’t hold this back any longer. You mean a lot to me, and I needed you to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Treech, I’ve been feeling the same way since we were children.” The words hung in the air, affirming a connection that had silently blossomed over the years. He looked at you with shock written all over his face—as if he hadn’t expected you to return the feelings.

“Do you know how many nights I spent debating whether I should knock on your door? To let you know, I wanted more. To call you mine?” You asked, letting out all your thoughts and feelings that had accumulated over the years.

The shocked look on his face stayed the same as he opened his mouth to speak. “What? I had absolutely no idea you liked me.”

A playful glint sparkled in your eyes as you responded to Treech’s shock. “Honestly, I thought I made it pretty obvious. I mean, everyone knew. I practically walked around with a sign saying, ‘I like trees.' Did you not notice?”

His expression shifted from shock to a mix of surprise and realization. “No! Everyone knows?”

You chuckled, “Yes! Come on! I was always freezing up whenever you spoke to me, or did you think that was just my thing? And the constant admiration from the tree branches? I practically lived up there just to have a better view of you.”

His surprise morphed into a sheepish grin upon hearing everything you did for his attention. “I guess I was a bit oblivious. I thought you were just being your usual self.”

You playfully nudged him. “My ‘usual self’ was practically shouting my feelings for you. I even climbed trees just to impress you.”

He laughed, the tension disappearing with each shared moment of understanding. “Well, I guess I was too caught up in wanting to look cool in front of you to notice.”

You grinned, appreciating his honesty. “I always thought you were cool.”

Treech’s expression softened, and he nudged you playfully. “Guess I missed out on a lot by not realizing it sooner.”

“I’m glad you made the first move. God knows I wasn’t ever going to tell you.” You confessed, the honesty flowing effortlessly now that the truth was out. As the two of you moved closer to each other, the nervousness that had once lingered vanished in the newfound comfort of honesty.

“Why is that? Why did you hide it for so long?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity in his eyes.

A thoughtful smile played on your lips. “It might seem kind of lame, but I thought it was better to keep it a secret rather than knowing if you felt the same or not.”

Treech’s gaze held a warmth that mirrored the moonlit night. “You know, I was scared too. Scared that if I admitted my feelings, things would change between us.”

You nodded, understanding his perspective completely. The admission echoed your own fears—you would’ve continued to hide your feelings if it were to preserve the friendship. “It’s funny how we both held back because we cared too much. But now that everything’s out in the open, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled with a reassuring tone in his voice. “More than right.” He reached for your hand, a silent affirmation of the newfound closeness. “I’m excited to see where this takes us,” he admitted, his gaze filled with anticipation.

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of a shared journey ahead. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The moon continued to illuminate the lake, its reflection rippling with the promise of a future filled with love and honesty. The night, now a canvas painted with shared confessions, marked the beginning of the rest of your life.

As you both gazed up at the stars, a new, comfortable silence settled between you. No longer burdened by unspoken feelings, the air was light, and every shared glance spoke volumes.

A warmth enveloped you both as you leaned against him, the world around you fading away. In the quietude, your hearts beat in unison, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

You both felt the magic of the moment—the beginning of a love story that was hidden in the innocence of childhood. This was a night to remember, a night where everything fell into place.

The two of you were destined to be—just as you knew when you were children. Everything you did as a child was worth it—the pinning after him, getting closer to him despite the intense nerves you got. The childhood crush, the silent admiration, the nervous moments that turned into laughter, and the patient waiting for him to make a move—all of it led to this beautiful moment. It was all worth it in the end; you had him.

“It’s always gonna be you.”

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thswrtchdthng · 3 months

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YOU. give me your jonah magnus headcanons

oh FUCK yes.

let me preface this by saying I could talk about this piece of shit for HOURS. also these range from completely random trivia things to silly to oddly specific. also I may have projected a bit too much but oh well, that's what fictional babygirls are for

- I'm a trans Jonah truther. but also he'd been going exclusively by he/him pretty much his whole life until someone in the middle of an argument called him "it" and he had one of those "wait am I even a person" moments and since then he does not know wtf he is. is he a man? is he a thing? is he a creature? is he a concept? none of the above? all of the avobe? who knows. not even the Eye knows what's going on with that.

- he grew up on the outskirts of Edinburgh, and he has very mixed feelings about it. like on one hand he did not like it and was overjoyed to leave, but on the other that is his home and you will not disrespect it. to this day if anyone talks shit about Edinburgh or Scotland in general he has to stop himself from acting bothered about it.

- I'm sorry but I can smell his daddy/mommy issues from MILES away (he has both).

- he used to be super self-conscious. the "shit they're all staring at me but I need to pretend to be confident and respectable so fuck it" sort of way.

- he was especially insecure about his freckles. he was convinced they made him look like a little kid (which is not true, freckles are gorgeous and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise).

- he's always had a huge staring problem. and he originally had really big eyes so if anyone caught his interest they'd just be doing their thing and then turn around and catch him like 👁️_👁️.

- also he was always that kid that asked too many questions, especially regarding god (another thing I can smell from miles away is the religious trauma).

- he was born on november 13th 1787 (a tuesday the 13th, which in some cultures is believed to be a bad luck day, like friday the 13th) and officially founded the Institute on his 31st birthday (november 13th 1818, a friday the 13th).

- he has a collection of lover's eyes gifted by his many boyfriends acquaintances. he's got them all in a little box at his place and he remembers the exact moment each was gifted to him.

- I'm not going to get into how I imagine the time between when Barnabas got chucked into the Lonely and when he went to get his bones (it would take far too long) but this bitch was Not Having A Good Time. those broken glasses and torn pages Barny mentioned in his last letter? all him baby.

- also after Barnabas died he had a period of a couple weeks where he did not speak. not one word. he looked completely normal otherwise but people did notice. after that he just acted like nothing had happened and pretended to be clueless when people asked him about it.

- speaking of Barnabas's bones, he got a quill made of the bones in the ring finger of his left hand. he never uses it (no occasion is special enough) but he takes it with him any time he leaves the Institute for longer than a day (he couldn't take it with him to jail though :( ).

- speaking of leaving the Institute, he travels surprisingly rarely. it's not that he doesn't like traveling or that he can't afford it, he simply doesn't do it.

- Jonathan Fanshawe's last letter hurt him far more than he expected, and so did Albrecht's death. he thought he wouldn't feel much after Barny's death but that shit hit him.

- his eyesight gets worse every time he gets a new body. as Elias his glasses are so thick it's almost comical.

- he loves fluffy blankets with a PASSION.

-but he despises fluffy sweaters. he cannot wear them.

- he also loves pillows, cushions etc. he has at least 10 in his bed.

- you can't tell me his egotistical ass doesn't spend AT LEAST 2 hours getting ready every day (and 50% of that time he spends just staring at himself, checking that every minute detail is absolutely perfect).

- he's a raging hypochondriac. this man (gender neutral) will sneeze once and he's already thinking about his next body.

- his favorite cake flavour is red velvet. also black forest cake reminds him of Albrecht.

- as much as I like the joke of Jonah being the Lukases communal bootycall, he actually despises most of that family.

- aside from his long list of "acquaintances", he did have a super short fling with Simon Fairchild. Simon still jokes about it to this day and Jonah hates him for it.

- when he's angry or under a lot of stress he'll just stop blinking. like he usually doesn't blink as often as The Average Human, but if he's mad he'll just stop entirely. this started happening after the failed Watcher's Crown, but he didn't notice it until one time Gertrude pointed it out (that was a fun conversation, I might write something about this eventually).

- sometimes he'll forget or just not feel like doing normal bodily functions like eating or sleeping, and when he remembers that he has to in order to, you know, function, he gets so mad about it (why are human bodies so high maintenance and so unreliable at the same time istg).

- he used to be a sacredy cat. not anymore because he can See when people are close to him, but if you were to come up behind him to scare him back in the day he would leap.

- he has an odd fondness for amaranth flowers. I doubt he's a plant person but he likes those a lot (and tbh now that I think about it the mental image of plant mom Jonah makes me very soft. he'd tell the plants his Evil Plans and shit).

this is all I could think of off the top of my head but I'll probably add more as time goes by. I loved finally listing my headcanons for this little fucker so thanks for giving me the chance lol

#tma #the magnus archives #jonah magnus #you don't understand he is my WIFE

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dreaaspeaks · 7 months

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How Tokio Hotel members would be in Hogwarts

idk why no one has thought of this but thanks to my irl, this idea has been rotting away at my brain (these ain't my gifs ya'll)

Bill Kaulitz

I know some people might disagree but Bill is a Slytherin, HEAR ME OUT

he is ambitious, cunning and highly persuasive

He is definitely one of those students that no one really knows why at face value why he got into his house

People presume, if he isn't in uniform, that he is a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw

He takes his passions and ambitions very seriously and is willing to overwork both himself and sometimes unintentionally, the people around him to reach his goals

I feel like he hates potions and transfiguration but loves more easy going subjects like Care for Magical Creatures and Divination

He probably likes the idea of Defence Against the Dark Arts but hates the amount of essays required

Bill took Astronomy because it looked and sounded cool but after he saw the graph paper on his table during the first lesson, he has been trying to drop it ever since

No one believes that him and Tom are related let alone twins, people just thought that their last names were a coincidence

Very personable so I think he would be quite popular amongst students but his dislike for too much authority doesn't make him too popular amongst professors teaching subjects he doesn't like

Professors teaching subjects he is passionate about however, LOVE HIM

always doing random extra studies just because he wanted to and for extra credit

The type to not study and fail for subjects he hates

But will still pass even if he didn't study when it comes to subjects he likes

Likes to watch Quidditch matches to support his friends but will rather die than get on a broom

Barely passed Flying in first year

Is that one friends that knows everything about everyone in Slytherin and surprisingly, Hufflepuff (why? even he's not sure)

Has gotten so many detentions because of going against dress code

He bedazzled his robe and tie with fabric pens, bleach and rhinestones and never changed them back no matter how many warnings he got

He got asked to the yule ball by a Beaubatoux boy and istg Bill laughed at first thinking it was a joke

When he realised the guy was fr he said he would think about it and get back to him

He literally put off thinking about it until Tom and Georg sat him down to talk about it so he could finally make a decision

Bill said yes to the date literally three days before the ball but mumbled it so fast and left so fast that Gustav had to repeat what Bill said to the boy

Tom Kaulitz

Tom would be a Gryffindor.

Do I need to elaborate?

okay I probably should

He is less outwardly warm compared to Bill but he is more reliable

Tom is a loyal mf especially when it comes to his friends

However, he is in Gryffindor because he is very much willing to take a leap of faith

He is impulsive when it comes to a lot of things especially when it comes to school life

Went to Quidditch tryouts during second year as a dare from Georg and Bill with neither expecting him to do well

Bitch came out of tryouts with a Quidditch uniform and an inflated ego

Plays chaser for Quidditch team, pretty good player and uses Quidditch practice as an excuse to put off every other subject

"Why isn't the essay finished? It was due three days ago"

"Quidditch practice..."

that convo happened on the last week of school and he fully thought the Professor would buy it

To say he sucks at Potions is an understatement

When he found out he could drop potions in 6th year he ran a lap around the Gryffindor common room

He goes to every house party and gets absolutely smashed

SO.MANY.RUMORS

He is surrounded by rumors, literally unless they are in his inner circle, no one really knows what is true or fake when it comes to Tom

People think he is some mean asshole that pushes people away from Bill but in reality he is just protective when it comes to who Bill mixes with since Bill is in Slytherin

Plays the student population's need to drama well so he is a traditionally popular type of guy

At some point he ends up ACTUALLY liking a girl and everyone doesn't recognise him, like he is stumbling over himself and begging to do projects for just a slight chance to do the project with her

Starts to show off more during Quidditch games like tries to do tricks

almost falls off his broom but he will deny it and swear to Merlin that he meant to slip off the broom

Georg Listing

he is a Ravenclaw you cannot change my mind

He isn't like the nerdy super studious type of Ravenclaw (but really is any Raven though?)

He is the seven cups of coffee in the morning, two hours of sleep a night and getting constantly distracted by small side topics when studying type of Ravenclaw

off topic but I think he would be a muggle born who just adjusted really quickly to wizard life??

He would be into Defence Against the Dark Arts and charms like the hands on subjects mixed with essays

He HATES herbology, he could never keep the plants alive no matter how hard he tried

No one thinks he studies like everyone writes him off as the guy who didn't study because he doesn't do homework but he does really well in tests

Horrible credit

Great grades

Georg doesn't really speak up in class unless necessary and I see him falling asleep during Astronomy class

Like when his voice dropped after puberty people didn't even realise it was him talking because he talked so little in class

OUTSIDE OF CLASS HOWEVER

he parties just as much as Tom but stays more sober just incase they come across Professors

Georg plays Beater for Ravenclaw after he was asked to go to tryouts

When Tom and Georg are on the field together it is a bloodbath, Georg targets Tom and only Tom

One of those lowkey popular students, think Cedric Diggory

always helping the guys study and convincing them to at least study a bit

He isn't a sought after guy as a tutor but will accept to help anyone if asked

Kinda scary looking and isn't as open as Bill nor as big a party animal as Tom so he isn't approached very often by younger students tbh kinda feared for no reason, Gustav makes fun of him about it a lot

When it comes to dating at Hogs he is very straightforward, think how Fred asked Angelina

Romantic enough for it to be endearing but not too much for it to be creepy to a random cute girl yk?

Is definitely a Quidditch player boyfriend if you get where I'm going like will make the girl wear his jersey at his game and would magically become a better player after getting into a r/s

Gustav Schafer

I know people will argue that he is a Hufflepuff but like bffr have you actually seen how he acts on Tokio Hotel TV??

Gustav would be a Gryffindor

He would be a Gryffindor in like a Dean Thomas kinda way

If Tom was Cormac, Gustav would be Dean

Becomes besties with the House Elves during first year because he got lost on the way to potions

Never went to Bill's dorm because he is scared shitless of the Black Lake and that damn squid

the muggle born that never got used to magic

Like he would be sorting out his trunk or cleaning his house and halfway through he remembers he went to fucking magic school for 7 years

BIG Quidditch fan

Paints his face and has merch like the whole nine yards

If Tom misses ONE shot during a game, he would not hear the end of it from Gustav for like a month

Refuses to use a quill

Will straight up in front of a Professor use a pen

He would not get an owl, Georg talks so much shit about it because they can't write to each other the 'aesthetic' way

Gustav just gives people his email/number

Naturally with that he isn't the best in DADA or Transfigurations but he would be good in Herbology and Arithmancy

Throws Tom under the bus SO OFTEN

That's why everyone thinks he is so sweet and innocent, he would push Tom into the way of a Professor on the way back to the common room from a party

Sends Howlers to his friends as pranks

He doesn't know he's popular but he is popular and gets so many confessions every day but just shrugs them off

Like the confession letter could be from the hottest girl in their year and he would go

"Awe that's sweet"

AND MOVE ON

He is a sweetheart so he will ask a close friend to the Ball if he isn't interested in anyone

Even if he isn't interested in a romantic way he will still make it very cute and sweet to make his date feel special

If he is asking a girl on a actual date he would bring her to HoneyDukes and insist to pay for all her sweets

That's his big move, the HoneyDukes date (It's his thing)

(anyways so this is the first post of miiiine kinda long ngl)

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz imagines #georg listing #georg listing x reader #georg listing imagines #gustav schäfer #gustav schafer x reader #early 2000s #fanfic #harry potter au

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selenacosmic · 9 months

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This is just a fun little thing I decided to do because of how much knowledge I have of some characters and I love sharing. Some of these are pretty obvious, not all the characters will be here so if you want to add the facts you know that aren’t here, feel free to do so!

Fun little facts about the warlords.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Whenever he goes out to get Konpeito from the kitchen, he wears a hood on his head to try and disguise himself.

He treats bearsace as a sacred artifact, on one event a kid asks if they can play with bearsace and he just said no because it was important to him.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi has a group of lady friends with whom he has tea with, they admire him and definitely have a crush, but they are more like friends.

Hideyoshi isn’t fond of sweets, but he doesn’t mind eating them if it’s with someone special.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

He studies medicine and treats many people, but he is better as a veterinarian as he treats harmed animals, even if he doesn’t admit it.

He likes hot sauce to a dangerous degree, it’s never hot enough for him.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

It has been said that, the reason why he he eats food all mixed up in a weird way is because he can’t taste it.

In one audio drama, mitsuhide purposely competed with Hideyoshi for the right hand man position just so that Hideyoshi realized how much he deserves that position. (He also cooked for Nobunaga and was proud of his monstrosity.

Mitsunari Ishida.

He is the only one who has ever come close to beating Nobunaga in Go, which shows how smart he is.

Even though they have completely different personalities, Mitsunari and Mitsuhide are often studying together, they both are like the Mitsu duo. They also have eating problems. Mitsuhide because of how he mixes food badly and Mitsunari because he just forgets to eat while studying.

Masamune Date.

In one audio drama, Masamune challenges shingen when they see each other at the market in azuchi, but when shingen suggests they eat before fighting, masamune decides to take over the kitchen to cook for them both.

In another audio drama, focusing on the characters “Yandere” characteristics, masamune showed to fit the role surprisingly well.

Ranmaru Mori.

In an audio drama, Ranmaru revealed to be very skilled with acting. More specifically, he knows how to pretend to be a girl very well. His voice actor was able to imitate a feminine voice pretty well.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin saved three bunnies’ lives by simply saying he didn’t feel like eating rabbit soup, and since then those three bunnies keep following him while multiplying.

There is a version of ikemen sengoku that was only released in Japan, on the PS vita. Only a few selected characters were chosen to have routes on it and kenshin is one of them. On it, there is a piece of story where kenshin goes into the future and manages to control a mafia group. (I don’t know Japanese, so I don’t know how accurate this is, but there are cgs of him in a modern attire from the ps vita game).

Shingen Takeda.

There are many things that could be said about him, but one of my favorites is the fact that shingen is one of the few characters that actually swear in the game.

During an audio drama, he reveals that he likes when a girl ties her hair when entering the hot springs, mostly because he likes seeing the nape of their neck getting flushed.

Just an extra one because I love him, shingen has shown that he likes when people, regardless of them being women or men, compliment him. During the event “the art of seduction” where he teaches the other warlords how to flirt, he seems to appreciate when Mitsunari compliments him as a teacher.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura had a different voice actor the start of the game, but he was changed. You can still see his previous voice actor voicing him in the audio drama he is in with Shingen and Yoshimoto.

He has a hard time finding what to talk about with Yoshimoto, to the point where he starts talking about spears and which ones are his preference, Yoshimoto finds the subject boring.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

Yoshimoto is part of the few characters that were featured in the Ps vita, meaning he had a route out way before it was released in the original game.

I don’t know Japanese and never managed to find a translation for his route in the ps vita version, but there are cgs of him with Mc in the modern era.

Sasuke.

Sasuke was also featured in the audio drama with kenshin and Masamune about the Yandere concept, and was actually spooked by how good he is at that role.

Lone forces.

Motonari Mouri.

Motonari is fluent in many languages, including Portuguese (my first language is Portuguese, so it’s funny seeing him speak in Portuguese sometimes)

He wasn’t in any audio drama, but was first featured in the ikemen sengoku anime.

Kennyo.

Kennyo naturally attracts wild animals because of the energy he has, they seem to sense that Kennyo is a good person.

Kennyo has acted as a father for Ranmaru since he was a child, which would explain why Ranmaru is so dedicated towards Kennyo.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku motonari #ikemen sengoku yoshimoto #ikemen sengoku kennyo

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bunny-atsunset · 11 months

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[Leona Kingscholar N S F W Alphabet] AKA: What he's like as a partner IN DEPTH x GN Reader

Content warning: 18+, Various sexual acts described (oral, penetration etc), cursing, !softLeona! A/N: I'M BACK! (REQUESTS MAY BE OPENING AGAIN SOON) I saw this thingy going around with a few other Twst guys so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring! It's a bit of a long one! Enjoy~

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

You are his and he takes care of his. He makes sure you’re good, comfortable, and having fun. (If you are this far into a relationship he is pretty perceptive of your moods) Leona may offer you to take a bath with him and definitely order some food. I imagine he gets a little ravenously hungry after sex. And he wants you well-fed too, he doesn't mind spotting you. He ideally wants you two to stay naked or be in his clothes in his bed, in his arms. This may change depending on the situation but after he always makes sure you're taken care of and then…yep. He’s OUT for the night, proud of his work. He’s a creature of habit and it’s his favorite ritual to fuck you silly and have plenty of quality time after, even if it's just nodding off together to a movie.

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

Leona likes his Hands. They are the thing he has the most precision and control over after all. He plays chess with his hands and they're very sensitive to others' touch. In fact, he was a bit hesitant to hold your hand at first.

He doesn’t like when just anyone touches them. But, if you kiss his fingers or palms you can practically hear his heart pounding. His fingers are broad, nimble, and surprisingly smooth. Average size hands but large digits and he likes putting them inside you. This is how he finds out how you tick after all, discovering how he can touch your sex and body just right to make you call his name. He loves the look of his hands all over your body as he memorizes the curves of your form. (Bonus: I also think he's pretty proud of his hair, it's his crowning glory after all; his mane. He takes care to make it look good for you and he loves to be groomed by you. Wash his hair, braid it, brush it.)

He just likes touching you, especially your midsection, But on his partner, it’s definitely the neck. Before you were together he would sit behind you in class and fantasize about it. Skating his fingertips across the nape to make you shiver, moving a piece of your hair aside, or dragging his tongue down the center of your throat... It’s probably the first place he kisses you. Your scent and pulse are strongest here and he loves to press his lips and face in the crook of your neck when he stands, sits, or lays behind you. It's his fucking favorite place to be in the world, he can rest safely here, and whisper to you so only you can hear. Plus, it's prime real estate to leave hickies or marks getting a sick kick out of seeing you struggling to hide them in class the next day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Leona loves it. He loves eating your cum after he coaxes it from you and doesn’t let any go to waste, especially if he misses you. He’s a picky eater but his partner is his favorite treat. He loves the smell and taste of your juices so much he is almost tempted to sample how both of your cum tastes mixed together.

He loves the smell of your cum all over his cock, face, or any part of his body. He is yours after all. Also, he cums a lot. He’s not much of a “multi-orgasmer” preferring to edge until the end or save it for you. But when he finally does it gets everywhere, the warmth running down your legs. Seeing his seed melt down your body, it scratches a primal urge and he feels a tug of pride to watch it unfold before him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leona isn’t one much for porn most is too over-the-top for his tastes. So instead he is more prone to go through your social media photos, maybe one where a sliver of your thighs is showing or you were biting your lip in a certain way.

This man is all about the details and if you are his partner he craves the little things that make you special and that’s what keeps him up at night, with the urge to be near you. The way your nose wrinkles at him or the way your chest moves under your clothes when you breathe. He has to resist himself when he thinks about the way your nipples get hard under your uniform shirt, dreaming about sucking on them as he touches himself.

The POV nudes or coy of you flashing him are what he craves. When he misses you he pleases himself to the selfie you sent him in his shirt and only his shirt. His mind fills in the rest, you next to him, no bottoms sliding his hand down your thighs before he plays with your sex, and all the while he plays with himself too. Once you are together he loves to snap his own pervy candid shots of you for this purpose as a way to “treat himself” later if you aren't paying him enough attention.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Leona is handsome, he’s a prince and he knows the power of his notoriety. He is desirable to a decent demographic of people so this probably opened some doors to some easy sexual encounters before Night Raven College. He’s the type to not wanna look inexperienced either and he picked up what he could and experimented with his sexual preferences, finding out what he likes and doesn't. He also figured out it was a good way to blow off some steam back home in the gilded cage of the palace. He is somewhat experienced now but hasn’t had any serious or long relationships. He became bored with casual sex encounters very quickly and is not interested in anyone at the school.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

There are two.

Cowgirl/boy: For a couple of reasons. He likes to look at you, sitting on his cock like it’s your favorite seat, and has a clear view of your cute face as he runs his fingers over your body. Under you, he can control the pace easily, digging his nails into your hips and sometimes he likes seeing you in control too. He wants to show you that contrary to how he acts with others he’s soft for you. He’s your Lion. And let’s be honest, if he wanted to be lazy he would be content all night watching you do all the work. Riding his cock for as long as you need, and happy to be at your service until you’re done with him. He’s very patient after all.

69: Work smart, not hard. What’s not to like? He’s getting sucked off by his favorite person in the world while he gets to sample you as well…all while laying down? He takes the bottom of course so he can relax and spread out under you. He likes to feel your weight over him as he takes his time to please you. Don't hover either, S I T. Fuck his face, he can take it, he’s not a herbivore after all. He’ll suck you off too, or tongue fuck you slowly until you cry out, licking all your juices off of his face after as a reward for his efforts.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the mood but Leona is a teaser. During casual sex, he would probably quip or say things that make you laugh, especially if you are a little nervous. He’ll call you pet silly names or whisper in your ear.

If he is more focused or feeling more sentimental he probably teases less often. Not much phases Leona so he probably wouldn’t care if you joked with him too as long as you didn’t take it too far. He is the king of casual sex, so as long as you are both having fun any mishaps that happen during the throes he’d probably just laugh it off and keep going.

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

Leona doesn't worry much about body hair in general, yours or his. He does minimal grooming down there too. He probably has a happy trail and some thicker pubes but because he does Spelldrive club he showers often after practice. So he would always be clean anyways even if wasn’t trimmed. (He probably always smells like some specialty cologne he got from the Sunset Savanna.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Casual intimacy is his love language, he likes his hands on you even if it’s just a few fingers trailing down your arm under your sleeves. Leona is very guarded in general but if you are his romantic partner and he’s at a point where these walls are down…then woof. All bets are off. Why would he hide around you? He would be much softer and open than the Leona you see around others. He saves his softness for you and isn’t afraid of people knowing. His ears will lower and he’d mutter sweet things to you in his native language, all while his cock buried inside you. This is his chance to say things he wouldn’t be able to say or articulate at any other time. He is generally confident but he loves your praise to confirm you are his and he’s doing a good job. It’s the small, tender things that catch him off guard in these moments. Sex itself is something that is not a big deal to him. But the way that you kiss his scar or his lips tenderly is enough to make his heart explode.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not opposed but, in general, it’s not a big deal to him. He can go a really long time without doing it and mostly does it out of boredom or for a bit of high. Though with a partner, he would touch himself to you pretty often, he doesn’t wanna get rusty for you after all and last longer. He’d delight in finding little photos that arouse him of you or thinking of scenarios of the two of you that make him all hot and bothered. While Leona is particular about his tastes in a partner he views masturbation as a casual thing and probably doesn't bother with toys or porn. Just rubs one out quickly when the urge takes him. Mostly before bed or in the shower all the while wishing you were there.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Scent Kink: Smell drives him crazy, especially if you are his partner. But, it also comforts him. He wants you in his clothes or vice versa so he can be reminded of you always. During sex, he can smell when you start to get aroused and uses this to his advantage. The smell of your cum makes his mouth water. He likes to lick your sweat too and lives for that musty after-sex smell.

Cum Eating: Yep. (Go back to “C” for more detail)

Scent/Bite Marking: He wants to be claimed by you. He’d never beg openly but he wants it BAD. And of course, he wants to do the same to you. (Only if you want to. Nothing turns him on more than being wanted.) Mark him with your scent. (He’ll teach the proper way if you’re not a beastman) Leave bites or hickies on his chest or neck that he can look at later and admire. The idea that he belongs to you and you belong to him drives him fucking wild. He’s not “possessive” per se but rather it’s the idea that he’s allowed someone this close and this is a physical reminder of the sacred bond you have. He’d never mark a casual sex partner so diligently after all.

Plus…you look so cute sucking on his skin doing your best to leave a mark back, or rubbing your face against his like he taught you lion beastmen do. But, watch out. He will try to one-up you every time.

Oral Fixation: (More of this in the “O” section but yeah.)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that’s comfortable. His favorite nap spots, he's not picky but he wants to be comfortable and not worry about people interrupting. He's not at all opposed to public places if he’s in the mood for an afternoon delight, like letting you fuck him behind the Spelldrive bleachers. He would get a kick out of seeing a spot in a classroom where he played with you under the desk. (He’s a sick man.) Maybe not all the time, because he’s a bit of a pillow prince but..if he is desperate for a taste of you sometimes he’ll just lay you down in a secluded spot outside and fuck you, covering your mouth so you two don’t get caught. He wants to come back to this spot later to remember what happened.

Mostly, you would be in his room though where he can take his time and you two would have the most privacy.

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

Praise (genuine of course) and knowing you are his. Leona is attracted to confidence and when you approach him with an aura of forwardness this has him biting his tongue. He loves to know that you want him, and only him, so just say it. Tell him that you want him and need him and rizz him up a little. It doesn’t take much for him to get excited by you. The subtleties he picks up as you get to know each other he eats up like little morsels. How you say his name, touch him and pay attention to him in your own special ways. He relishes the idea that only he gets this kind of attention from you. He is a bit clingy, though he’d never admit it, and tries to give you your space. But, when you two are alone and you are spoiling only him, this encourages his draw to you. He likes when it’s just the two of you like you're the only two people to exist. You two against the world, the idea makes his blood pump and cock hard. He’s a teaser and he likes it when you tease him too. Toy with him a little but…don't tease him for too long. He wants what he wants after all.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Degradation: I feel like a bit of dirty talk is fine, call him a pervert for snapping photos of you, or a freak for the hungry way that he goes down on you. But…hardcore degradation or disingenuous praise is a big turn-off for him. He’s got thick skin, but he also doesn't easily forget things and can be overly sensitive about comparisons to other people. (like Malleus or his brother) Don't demean him or kiss his ass, he deals with that enough already back home. Tell him why he’s special to you and be honest. Tell him he’s yours. Leona doesn’t like to be facetiously called “King”; he finds it patronizing. He’s a prince, not a king. He doesn't wanna be reminded. Instead, tell him how well he did at his last Spelldrive game or how good he is at taking care of you.

Hate fucking: He’s pretty straightforward with his desires he wouldn’t go out of his way to fuck someone he hates even if he found them attractive. His pride wouldn't allow it. There are plenty of those back at home to fuck if he’s that desperate for some company. Or he can just jerk off. It’s not worth the effort to him.

Anything harming his face: (Not including face sitting he loves that) While biting and scratching is one thing I don't think he likes to be in too much pain. He would hate to be hit too hard, especially in his face, and it would only serve to irritate him.

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

Leona is a very visceral person and he craves the taste of you and something about being close to your genitals drives him wild. When he goes down on you he is fully immersed in you, The smell, the sweat, all of your fluids dripping down his chin. With you inside his mouth, he feels every twitch of your sex, every movement of your hips as he pleasures you. He loves to figure out what makes you tick.

He obviously would like receiving too, lounging comfortably and laying his head back to watch you go at it. Having you suck his cock is weirdly cute to him, your devotion to him, the way you look up at him. Again, he loves 69, with you on top. He gets to be under his favorite ass and pair of thighs going to town on his next meal. And then there’s you, sucking him off with your cute mouth, the noises the sensation, it’s all just a bonus. Honestly, one of the few times he might not be able to edge as much as he wants and have to come earlier.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. Leona likes lazy, casual sex and he would prefer to go slow unless he was really pent up. He’s patient and likes the build-up of easing his dick slowly inside you, inch-by-inch until you can't help yourself and set the pace for him. He usually prefers for you to cum first for his pride. So after you get yours or if he really missed you, he wouldn’t hold back. Sometimes pinning you down to get his frustrations out. But, on the regular he’s got a slow languid stroke with deep thrusts, loving the view of his cock disappearing inside you again and again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yeah, this guy loves casual sex with his partner. Casual intimacy is his strong suit. If you give him the heads up and as long as he’s not too tired he’ll be unbuckling his pants as soon as you lock the door.

He can generally tell when you want him bad or are horny so he might offer to finger fuck you after class or maybe some time on his cock if you can find a nice place where you two can be alone. He says all this so casually of course, like he’s talking about the weather. Leona is a man that likes to take his time and play with his meal, but he enjoys the intimacy of quickies too. And if he is feeling lazy he’ll just lay back and let you ride him or ask you to sit on his face. What? He’s just relieving your stress after all and doing you a favor.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He already knows what he likes but of course, if you want to do something new he would be open to trying. He’s not super judgemental as long as long as it is not too much work for him. Though a lot of flashy kinks with lots of setup (like rope or roleplay he would see it as a waste of time.) But I think he would let you do whatever you wanted to him as long as it’s not too involved. Dress him up, choke him, spit in his mouth, bite him. He’s a pretty simple guy but open-minded as long as you take the lead.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It has been said by a few characters that Leona has insane stamina with both magic and sports. He may be lazy but he is coy with his abilities sometimes because he knows ppl underestimate him. He has also shown to not “break a sweat” in wrestling and magic battles, so yeah. He can last a LONG time. He can control when he comes very well And the pull-out game is 10/10. He would love to edge himself and see how long he could hold back to show off for you and wear you out first. It’s a pride thing. So, if he’s in the mood to spend some “quality time” for the night with his favorite person…cancel everything. It’s gonna be a whole thing from the build-up to the moment he releases, to the aftercare. He’s gonna make sure you think he’s the best after all.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Naw, he's mostly au naturel, he wants you to be pleased but… if he’s being honest he prefers doing it himself. And he doesn't really want or need toys much for his own pleasure. He’s not jealous but may get a little…snippy if you have a large collection of sex toys. Like: “Hmph, what do you need that for?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

TEASER, for sure. For those long sessions with you, he wants to sample all of it and go slow and see you squirm, he wants you to shiver at his husky words. He likes to make little quips about how cute (even when you get mad at him) you are or how good you make him feel. He will even whisper dirty things in your ear during class if he’s in the mood. He would send you lewd texts during lunch or class describing how much he wants to “taste” you later.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

While Leona has the capability to be loud and has a very resonant and deeper voice he seems more a person who makes little noises of pleasure like sighs and grunts. He's good at controlling himself and could go a whole session without making a single noise if he had to. It comes in handy for those “sessions” in the gardens. And he would find it amusing if you were the “loud” one and tease you for it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fantasizing: He may say differently but Leona spends a lot of time alone just thinking sometimes his mind slips into fantasies of the future and it’s grand. Dreaming of what he wants to do to you or what you do to him, especially during the time before you became intimate. If he is courting you in the first place it is pretty serious because this man will never seriously court someone he doesn't see a future with.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Leona’s favorite pair of underwear are silk leopard print briefs, when he feels horny he loves how they feel rubbing against him in his pants. He’s got a pretty sensitive cock but has good control from all his experience. He’s not huge but a bit above average (7 inches.) It curves up and when it’s fully hard it can almost touch his belly button. Most of the impressiveness is his girth. He has a big head and big balls, when he's wearing his jeans and if you tease him enough you can get a preview of what to expect. More of a “shower” than a grower maybe 3.5 inches when soft.

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

His libido is kind of all over the place, waxing and waning depending on his mood. When single sex is not something he thinks about but if he does he nips it in the bud with a quick jerk-off session to care for himself.

But if he’s with a partner he is more prone to be turned on more, often going through phases of intense desire with you. He doesn't have a “heat” but rather periods where he feels more needy and craves your touch.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He COULD fall asleep right away, you make him so...comfortable and safe. But he prefers not to go to bed too messy, though he’s not a stickler, most late nights he’d probably wipe himself off and you with an old shirt. Then he’s out, latched onto your back until morning. Best sleep of his life.

But if it was more of an occasion he would love the ritual of bathing with you and eating food with you. (See “A”) He also would love to just lay naked with you afterward for some skin-to-skin contact. Ideally, if he knows Ruggie won’t be banging on his door the next morning he would want to be completely naked with you all night. You in his arms, so he could look at your naked body before he fell out. He's lazy, sure, but you're worth staying up a bit for. Probably not much talking afterwards as he likes to soak in your afterglow in silence, running his fingers over what’s his. Maybe during this time, he puts on a movie while you lay together but you wouldn’t get very far before you hear the tale-tale snoring in your ear. This man can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, but you are his favorite place.

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