#i really pushed to make these as perfect as possible but idk the finals are kind of boring

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Okay so this is kinda specific but can u please write like a one shot with Max or lando or oscar (u can choose) where the reader is in a previous toxic relationship and driver realises it by witnessing an altercation between them or whatever (idk u can come up with what the other person does to reader) and he defends the reader by stepping in between them and confronting the other guy...idk (they didn't meet before btw) and the reader is like appreciating him and he's like acting really sweet towards reader so they eventually get together... it can be just fluff too pls 🫶🏻 and i dont have a gender preference so idk if you only write for one gender but u can also choose that. you dont have to write this but i havent found one like it yet so yeah thats why i am requesting.Thank youu🫶🏻

Touch Her & You Die - Max Verstappen

I feel like this idea is very Max coded, so I'm going to go with him. Also, for anyone reading, obviously if the topic of toxic relationships hits too close to home. Don't read this. I do fully intend for a happy fluffy ending as always but obviously the toxic relationship is how it starts. I do sort of writer exclusively for fem!reader. I've got nothing against gender-neutral or male!reader but it's just not what I write.

Also I know the context behind this clip and I know it's from the taboo DTS but like idgaf, something about Max in this clip got me some type of way.

Max is not the type to chase a taken woman. But he may befriend her and get as close to her as possible without being someone who interferes with her relationship.

Y/n is happy in her relationship.

She works in F1 as one of the commentators every so often and she does a lot of media work for them. Her boyfriend is actually a mechanic for Red Bull.

Annoyingly, the couple seems pretty well matched. The same industry of work means they travel together, but she isn't in his way, they always seem happy together. He's sure he's heard rumours of them being a bit on and off, seeming to take breaks from the relationship but never really get involved in other people and they seemed to get back together fast enough because ultimately they were young but completely happy together.

Or at least that's what Max thought.

In fact had you told him this morning he'd be the witness and the one stepping in between the couple. He probably would've laughed and said you had to be speaking about another couple. Y/n and Davy were just...perfect.

But right now they're hissing at each other, getting progressively louder.

"I said to drop it, Davy." Y/n states, finally loud enough for Max to hear her from the pit wall where he was talking to GP.

"You're being ridiculous." Davy shoots back in frustration making Max perk up a little, mainly out of anger to hear Davy speaking to y/n while she looks near tears.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Y/n laughs coldly, disbelief making her voice heighten. "You-You-" Her gaze flicks around and she notices his expression grow stoney.

"We are leaving." Davy growls but in a moment of going to reach for her with what is obviously going an angry and hard grip on her, Max appears in front of him. His back to y/n and his own icy expression.

"Don't touch her." Max instructs with a tone that even earns attention from other teams since the Red Bull garage had fallen silent seeing Max move faster than his car to protect y/n who had flinched back in preparation to be grabbed before Max got there.

"Excuse me? That's my girlfriend." Davy scoffs looking around Max who doesn't take his eyes off the man. "Y/n, move. Now."

"She doesn't have to go anywhere with you." Max states then turning to y/n who has tears that have escaped. "You don't have to go with him. You can stay here if you want."

Y/n's voice catches in her throat which apparently angers Davy enough to reach around and finally grab her. Again Max acts in impressive speed, grabbing Davy's arm with enough grip that he lets go of her and ends up pushed back onto the ground.

"What the fuck you can't do that! I'll have you arrested."

Davy has never shown this side to him, clearly for a reason. But it's making the rest of the mechanics who all thinks y/n is a very sweet young woman who may have been helping to hide this side of her boyfriend this whole time. Whatever the tipping point, they hadn't seen this side to him before.

"I told you not to touch her." Max shrugs simply as Christian steps down from the pit wall.

"Might be time for you to leave for the day, Davy. We'll have a talk tomorrow when you've cooled off." Christian states earning what sounds almost like a growl from the man. "Go on."

There's a deafening silence as the man storms off, stomping his feet in a way that you might expect from a toddler.

"Alright, shows over." Christian calls out looking around the pit lane which kicks everyone into actually getting back to work.

Max turns around almost hesitantly. Y/n could absolutely not be happy that he stepped in, but instead when he turns around she falls against him in a hug that he returns without a second thought.

"Thank you." Y/n hiccups against him while he sighs hating that she's even crying over someone who clearly mistreated her, but not only that she's thanking him for helping her.

Eventually Max manages to get her into the Red Bull unit to get away from prying eyes and just to help her feel more comfortable.

"Are you ok?" Max asks wanting to check her arm which was definitely grabbed harshly. "Can I check your arm?"

"Oh uhh...I-yeah, yeah you can." Y/n nods seeming not to even think about it. Though when Max tugs the sleeve up her arm she does hiss a little and almost tugs her arm back from where his hand is gently holding her own. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'm sorry it hurt." Max sighs looking almost hating that he didn't manage to stop her from being grabbed.

There's so dark red marks that will probably turn into bruises but nothing that he can really do. When he looks up at her it dawns on him that she has to be in a state of shock and her gaze has focused on something out the window.

Tears still stain her cheeks, her lip is still sort of trembling from her trying to keep her emotions inside while her breaths shake every time she exhales.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Max asks knowing that some people just need space.

"No." Y/n whispers then seeming to shake herself back into reality with some force. "Sorry. Oh my god, you have things to do. Go-"

"I have nothing to do." Max cuts in with a soft smile. "If you want me to stay then there is no problem with me staying.”

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles weakly before sighing and rubbing at her eyes. Another silence follows for a few seconds before she speaks, not being able to contain an explanation that she feels she owes to the man who just saved her. “I know it’s always stupid to say that I thought his temper would go away…he was always like that when it was just us. That’s where it started today, he told me I was getting fat and that’s why they hadn’t featured me in the broadcast this weekend.”

“I thought it was because eye had the…the f1 kids as commentators and they just had too many people.” Max frowns since while he might pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on. He is actually very much informed.

“That is why. But…I have gained some weight and Davy didn’t like that. He’d been on me about it for a while but I didn’t think would go this far about it.” Y/n murmurs, her eyes beginning to tear up again. “I guess I was really just being that fucking stupid.”

“You are not stupid, Y/n.” Max frowns shaking his head. “Anyone would’ve gotten caught up in that. The important part is that…you know you were and are always going to be better than being treated like that."

Y/n swallows thickly before she juts her jaw a little.

"We dated for 4 years, and we broke up 23 times...I think I should've seen the warning signs and actually listened to my gut about them." Y/n sighs making Max frown.

23 break ups is a lot of times. Maybe too many times for them to keep trying with each other. But he doesn't know what was going on behind the scenes at the end of the day. It's fairly obvious Davy was not accepting of moments he wasn't in control.

-

The next morning, Max found y/n asleep on the sofa in his suite. He'd insisted she not be alone tonight. Purely caring as a friend. He wants to make sure she is ok.

He managed to convince her to come to the paddock and upon arriving. They find Davy making his very angry and dramatic exit, presumably he had his "talk" with Christian and has been relieved of his job.

"This is your fault." Davy spits his whole body shaking in what is obviously a blinding rage.

"Mate, don't do this. I warned you yesterday." Max states as security begins to close in on them. "Leave with some pride intact and don't cause a scene."

It's clear the man is seething, y/n is certain he might even just have a heart attack. She's somewhat hidden herself behind Max's frame, hoping to remain safe from her position as security guides y/n out.

"He didn't need to lose his job."

"Christian won't let someone like that work in the team....and I would've insisted he leave anyway.' Max while they continue to walk through the paddock. "You have the right to feel comfortable around here and he would've made you uncomfortable."

Y/n smiles lightly before she swallows thickly.

At some point during the day, y/n is stolen from Max's company in a moment of the marketing girls crowding her and passing on their sympathy.

"Thank you for getting rid of him." Max states as he speaks to Christian.

"It's not as if we're taking a massive loss without him." Christian shrugs then looking over at y/n who is walking through the paddock with a couple of women. "I hope you're going to take this opportunity and use it."

Max remains silent, jaw locked and mouth pressed firmly closed. He doesn't talk about his fondness for y/n so Christian calling him out means he may not be as subtle about it as he was hoping he had been.

-

The following races, y/n seemed to settle into a new norm of being single. Despite quite a few employees within the teams and F1 were obvious about their interest in her, but she seemed to ignore them.

However, she finds herself more and more drawn to Max's side. He still lets her sleep on his sofa, and whether it's intentional or not he's building her confidence back up from where it had fallen so hard.

Fans had also started to notice the two growing very much closer and closer to each other. With not a mad person about it. Y/n is a fan favourite when she speaks as a commentator. They had noticed her whole personality brighten and she's started to look healthy with a glow about her since the break up.

The interaction between Max and Davy with y/n did make some headlines. The story being gossip within the paddock and managing to gain some attention.

Eventually y/n manages to make her way back to Max.

"Hi." Y/n smiles brightly as Max immediately directs his attention to her.

"Hello." Max greets before noticing that there's definitely something that y/n came over to say. "Whatever you have to ask or talk about. Just say it because you're awful at hiding something being on your mind."

"I think...it's about time I repaid you." Y/n states making Max raise his eyebrows. "Could I...Could we...I want to take you to dinner?"

"Like a date?" Max asks not giving away if he'd like that or not and she immediately looks nervous about it so he speaks up again, settling her nerves. "Because I was going to ask you later if I could take you on a date. Dinner sounds good to me."

Y/n beams with a mixture of joy and relief.

"Ok, I'm going to go look for the best restaurant I can find that doesn't make you like have to break your diet." Y/n grins then moving back in excitement while Max clears his throat.

"Y/n, what time would you like to go?"

"Oh right! Oh uhh...when do you think you'll be free?" Y/n laughs clearly still a little nervous as she speaks. "Would 7 be too early? Maybe 8?"

"We could meet in the middle. 7:30?"

"Yeah. That works perfectly." Y/n nods then moving up with some built up confidence and kissing his cheek before nearly fleeing the scene while Max sort of feels his face flush a little.

-

Max knocks on y/n's door since despite her sleeping on the sofa's in his suites she does actually have a hotel room paid for wherever they go, hearing her yell from inside, he rocks on his feet a little as he waits.

When the door flies open, Max smiles seeing her in a short white dress, her feet adorned in some strappy heels that wrap around up her ankles, a little pale yellow shoulder bag with a silver necklace and earrings.

Her make up is sparkly, glitter on her eyes and glossy lips. Hair is slickly half up and half down perfectly showing her face rather than hiding it.

"You look beautiful." Max croaks out in a moment of awe seeing her.

He's never really one to have his confidence knocked, especially with the season he's been having. He has to admit the ego inflation of his winning streaks and the windows from even P2.

"You look beautiful too." Y/n smiles while stepping out, checking she has everything she might need in her bag.

During their walk to the foyer, Max manages to link their hands with her latching onto him as if it's lifeline.

The whole drive to the restaurant, she is directing him since she did choose the restaurant and he is a little surprised that it's not some massively expensive, big flashy place. It's quite quaint but seems still like a place he'd trust to make food and not make him ill.

Being a gentleman he makes sure to pull out the chair for her before tucking it in as she sits down. When they sit looking at the menu, Max can't help letting his gaze flick to her. This feels almost surreal and he isn't sure if he needs to be pinched to check that he's not dreaming.

-

The date triggered a new comfortability between them. Y/n and Max are all over each other, both in public and alone.

"No...I'm so tired." Y/n whines as Max tries to ease her awake.

They're back in Monaco and the jet lag has literally knocked y/n off her feet. It's afternoon and she's slept long into the day with Max having left her to sleep through the morning but he knows she'll never adjust quickly if she's sleeping the day away like a cat in the sun.

She's actually cuddled up with his cats and has the curtains pushed back to she afternoon sun is shining down on her. Warming her tot he perfect temperature to just doze in.

"Y/n, you have to wake up. Come on." Max laughs gently rubbing her back while she groans only trying to dig herself further into the sheets. "If I have to pick you up and drag you out this bed, you know I will."

"Max...please. The cats and I are sleeping-bonding. We are bonding." Y/n whispers as if not to disturb her napping companions before she lifts her hand. "Join us."

"You make it sound like a cult." Max states, though he finds himself moving to lie down with her arm moving to go around him as a satisfied smile settles on her lips since she is counting this as a score under her name.

Truth be told, if there's one thing they've both came to realise. It's that Max will absolutely do anything that gets a smile from her. For everyone else, it's no surprise. For y/n it's just something she loves and for Max it's part of how their relationship works.

The last thing he'd ever want is for her to feel anything negative, especially since she's told him more about just how bad things were between her and Davy. She opened up and trusts him, which means more to Max than he would admit to anyone beyond his inner circle.

They end up spending the whole day lazing in bed with the cats till y/n's stomach grumbles and Max demands for them to get up just to get something to eat. Which she does finally agree to. Some people might say it's a waste of time off or a waste of a day to sleep and eat as how they spend the day.

But Max would give up his career if y/n said she would too and they could spend the rest of their lives living every day exactly like this one. Cuddled up, with the cats, dozing in the sun and just loving each other's company.

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[healmydesires]

if you make me feel in love, then I’ll blossom for you ❅ (a.s)

PART ONE

❅ pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

❅ summary: The morning after Anakin and you have finally confessed your love for each other, your friends can't help but tease you relentlessly about your new relationship. OR the one where you both have morning sex.

❅ genre: fluff + smut (18+ mdni) modern!au

❅ word count: 5,3k

❅ warnings/tags: morning after part one! friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers kinda, reader is described as shorter than anakin, it’s kinda filthy but in a sweet way idk, inexperienced reader, morning sex, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom anakin, ok… just kinda a softer anakin, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), doggy, spooning, multiple orgasms, creampie, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, lots of pet names. some minimal use of “daddy” I’m sorry 🫣 I couldn’t help myself. reader has hair to pull. breeding kink. + it’s nasty & cute then full of fluff & lots of banter between them and their friends. ahsoka loves to tease her friends. this is not beta read sorry!

❅ a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back!!! and I’m finally here to deliver part two of this fic! I know it was long overdue but 😭 I couldn’t find the inspiration… it’s really all up to the “voices”. bdhdhdjd anyways enjoy!

AO3 • masterlist

❅⋆* ☾ ⋆* ❅･ﾟ:⋆* ❅･ﾟ

Morning light slips through the partially open blinds and warms the room. Barely awake you yawn, stretching your limbs and a smile plays on your face once you’re done.

At your movement, your new boyfriend turns over in bed and wraps his arm around you, tugging you closer to him until your back is pressed up against his warm chest. You can feel his warm breath on your neck, soft and slow.

You bite your lip as he nuzzles against you. Rolling over, you’re met with Anakin’s sleepy face. You smile once again as you take in his soft and peaceful face, you bring one of your hands to trace his lips with your fingertips. Your fingers travel to his messy morning hair, running your fingers through his hair gently.

Anakin sighs softly before tugging your body closer to his once again. You roll your body over again and then your eyes start to drift shut again, sleep dragging you under. You feel so content, being able to hold and just enjoy the morning with the love of your life. But before you can fall asleep once again, you feel Anakin’s lips on your neck.

"Ani," you mumble sleepily, "what are you doing, baby?" You giggle, attempting to wiggle away from him, but his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to his body once again.

Nuzzling his face against your neck, he whispers, "You're so warm and so beautiful…" his fingers tracing your back with gentle caresses, the softness of his fingertips against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “So soft.”

You chuckle softly as he continues to kiss your neck, relishing in the warmth of his embrace as he holds your naked body against his, enveloping you in a comforting cuddle once again.

“Ani,” Your whines slowly turn into soft moans as he continues to kiss your neck. Anakin’s switching between soft small chaste kisses to wet and deep kisses that you know will leave marks on your skin.

“Yes baby?” He whispers against your neck before his kisses travel to your jaw, nipping at it gently making you a whimpering mess. He is so warm against you, cocooning you in his arms and making you melt against his touch. You feel more wetness pool down low between your thighs the more he touches and kisses you.

Rubbing your legs against each other, to get some friction, you hear your boyfriend chuckle before one of his legs comes closer to yours, pushing your legs apart for him. Then he slips his fingers between your thighs, running two fingers along your slit before circling your clitoris slowly.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?” he groans, a teasing smile on his perfect lips.

His other hand grabs your face, pulling your face as close as possible from this angle.

“Ah fuck,” you mewl, and he kisses the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste your lips for the first time.

He presses his mouth to yours, kissing you fully before parting just enough to whisper, “Shh, baby, we gotta keep quiet,” against your lips. His actions, however, contradicted his words, as he moves his hand down and curls two fingers inside you, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit as he slides his fingers in and out of you. Each movement sends waves of pleasure through your body.

He moves his head just slightly, his mouth engulfing yours in a deep and slow kiss. You whimper for him, trying so hard to keep quiet, but when he brings his fingers back up to your clit, rubbing even harder now, you give up on that, moaning out his name so loud you’re certain the whole cabin has heard you by now. Anakin seems to give up on it too, rubbing your clit hard and chasing after your pleasure, feeling you squirm and twitch and writhe in his arms as you gasp and moan against his lips.

You struggle to catch your breath as he kisses you passionately, his lips igniting a fiery longing within you. As your lips part, you inhale deeply, tasting only him, the sensation lulling you into a sleepy haze. His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, eliciting a soft whine from you, and as his wet muscle intertwines with yours, you moan against his mouth. One of his hands ventures down to your front, then towards your abdomen, giving it a gentle but firm push, intensifying the desire between you.

“Come on sweetheart, be a good girl and ride my fingers.” He groans as he closes his eyes as he moves his fingers inside you steadily. You nod against him as you start moving your hips against his hand. The kiss is still so deep, tongues lazily slipping around each other in a slow dance. You feel so overwhelmed easily, your heart hammering against your chest as you roll your hips down on his hand. Grinding your sensitive clit against the meat of his palm. You feel so hot, everything feels so warm and sticky, your body feels on fire.

Anakin’s giving you everything you need. Though, you need more. “My good, sweet girl. You’re my everything. I love you so much.” He starts grinding his cock against your ass, and when you try to reach back and grab him, he stops you, grabbing you by your wrist while his other hand still fucks your pussy.

“Ani,” you whine, grinding back against him, your needy pussy clenching down on his fingers.

“Baby, no,” he whispers as he releases the hold on your hand, which swiftly moves towards his hair, gripping it gently but firmly, a silent plea for him to give you more. He groans as you tug “let me take care of you.”

“But Ani, I need more. I want you.” you moan desperately. Anakin makes a low noise in his throat when you rub your wetness against his cock, while his fingers are still fucking you. “Please.” You whimper as you hook your leg over him, spreading you as wide as you can while laying on your side.

“You want me right now?” he asks, as he continues to finger fuck your pussy. “You want me to take you like this?”

“Yes,” you sigh, closing your eyes at just the thought of being filled all over again, just like last night. “Want you more than anything, Ani. Take me, right now. Please.”

Anakin growls at that, a noise that makes your eyes almost roll back in your head. As he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, you expect him to replace them with his cock but he surprises you by rolling you onto your stomach.

He positions himself behind you, his mouth pressing soft kisses all the way down your back, each touch imbued with love and affection, causing you to melt into his embrace despite your body yearning for more.

Once he reaches down to your pussy he groans at the sight. Your pussy is utterly soaked and clenches around nothing as it begs to be filled.

He holds your hips tilting them up, before he grabs the globes of your ass, spreading them apart. “Ani, pleasepleaseplease—” your begging gets cut off by a high pitched whimper as his mouth dives between your thighs.

Licking a long stripe along your slit, coaxing a loud, broken moan out of you. Anakin’s hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as he laps at you furiously. You writhe against his lips, whining and pleading for more.

He encircles your clit and sucks, pulling whimpering pleas from your mouth. It’s heavenly addicting, the way Anakin’s tongue slips between your folds and dips into you, working you closer and closer to your release within each passing second.

His hands move to your ass, kneading the two cheeks as he lets you grind your hips back against his face. Sweet little noises of ecstasy leave your lips as he continues to lick and suck at your pussy.

His tongue, moving slowly against your clit, as his fingers move towards your clenching hole, pushing two of his digits inside you. The wet squelching sounds makes Anakin moan into your clit, causing vibrations that make your body tremble and shake. He curls his fingers against your most sensitive spot inside you, making you grind your hips against him.

Your walls hug every surface and ridge of his thick fingers, the sensation making your toes curl. Anakin’s mouth lavishes your pussy with his tongue while he moans every now and then against you. Your hips continue to move against his face, picking up your pace gradually. Your head reels with pleasure once his tongue presses down on your needy aching clit.

You are so so close. Suddenly you feel his fingers retreat from your core and you whine at the loss of his fingers. Anakin's chuckle of amusement rumbles against your skin, his breath warm against your thighs. Your hands, move to the sheets. He leans down once again, slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curls the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encourages him to do it again.

You’re a mess of his name, you chant his name over and over again. Your hips move against his face as you continue to whimper and moan breathlessly underneath him. Writhing below him, you feel him lick up and press against a sensitive spot that has you seeing stars, while your hips buck against his face uncontrollably.

Defiance and greed consume your thoughts, driving your hips to press against his face, urging his tongue deeper into your core, as the intensity of your desire reaches its peak, igniting a primal hunger between you and Anakin.

“Ahhh Aniiii—” you drag out. You’re truly so close, you just need one more little push.

“Come for me kitten,” he whispers against you, before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb comes up to press against your little bundle of nerves. That does it, you come against his mouth, your whole body trembling. You come with a loud whine, your hips stuttering as your vision turns white. You cry out his name, your voice unable to remain steady. You grasp the sheets in your hands with intense pleasure. Your hips push so far against his face, you almost think you are suffocating him.

Your pussy keeps clenching around his tongue as he continues to pleasure you. Your hips are stuttering until the final waves of aftershock have passed. Gently, he laps at your release until the overstimulation is getting too much.

“Ani,” you whimper.

His hands caress your ass fondly as he pulls his mouth away from your throbbing heat.

“You did so well for me baby, doing amazing. Such a good girl. I can never get enough of how good you taste.” He murmurs.

You whimper at both his words and the overwhelming sensitivity coursing through your body. As you tremble and gradually descend from your euphoric state, he leans in to plant wet kisses along the path to your neck. Your whimpers, whines, and moans persist as he lavishes your body with his tender touch and affectionate caresses.

“I love you so much baby.” Anakin whispers as he nuzzles his head between your neck and your shoulder.

In the embrace of his words, touch, and kisses, you feel yourself melting. “I love you too,” you whisper back as Anakin presses open-mouthed kisses against your neck, shoulders, and jaw, leaving you a whimpering mess. You’re wiggling your hips against him, positioning his hard length between your ass cheeks. Anakin’s hands come to grab your hips with a loud groan.

As you continue to squirm under him, his cock slides against your pussy. The action makes both of you moan and your body trembles with anticipation, hoping he would finally enter you from behind. You feel your inner walls clenching around nothing as you move your hips against his, grinding your wetness against his massive cock, the tip nudging your clit and entrance every now and then.

“You tell me if it’s too much?” He breathes against your ear.

You bite your lips as you nod, as you continue to grind your cunt against him, turning his cock slick with your arousal, and he has no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting his cock against your entrance. He groans as he moves his body against yours, leaving you breathless. You feel your pussy pulse and continue to squeeze around nothing, practically begging for his cock.

“Need your words baby,” he stills his movements right as his tip nudges your entrance.

You grab the sheets between your hands as you whine. “Yes, Ani. I’ll tell you.” Your hips move backwards trying to push his cock inside your tight and slick hole. But Anakin is quick to halt your motions by holding your hips firmly, taking control instantly.

“Please,” you whine.

Anakin releases one hand from your hips, reaching down to grasp himself and line up with your entrance. He rubs and circles the tip firmly over your clenching hole.

“F-fuck, Anakin please. I can’t do this anymore, I just need you so bad. Ani, my pussy needs you. Needs your cock, needs your cum. Please d-daddy. Fill this little hole up, breed this pussy. Ani pleaseplease—”

At your words Anakin growls, pushing your legs further apart. A broken gasp leaves your lips as he finally slides the tip inside you. You feel his body moving behind you, sitting up against you, and you know his eyes are on your pussy. He’s watching as your walls spread as it wraps around his thickness. You whimper at the new angle as you try to accommodate his girth. He can barely get more of it in your tight walls at first, eventually using more force to open you up for him. It feels like you are being torn open, split in half.

“A-A-Ani…” you stutter and mewl.

“I know baby girl, I know.” Anakin moans as he gradually slides more of his cock inside you and you tremble more underneath him. Your pulsing walls are wrapped tightly around his cock, as your pussy pulls him in more. The pressure of his massive dick deep within your walls overwhelms you while you clutch the sheets below you in tight fists.

“Ah, fuck— daddy… you’re so big.” You whimper.

“You take me so well sweet girl. Being such a good girl for daddy.” He moans as he leans down to press a soft kiss against your cheek, as he keeps pushing more of his girth in you slowly. You feel so full already and you know he’s barely halfway in.

“‘S too much.” You hiccup as he slides more of him inside you. “So full.”

“Doing so good for me.” He moans against your ear.

The whines and whimpers and moans keep spilling from your lips as Anakin continues to push deeper and deeper. Your hands continue to grip the sheets between your fingers as he penetrates your tight walls.

“Please, Ani. I need more.” You mewl as you try to push back against him wanting more of his dick. “I can t-take it.”

Anakin groans at your desperate whines, losing his composure momentarily as he thrusts the rest of his length all the way inside your heat. The head of his cock touching your cervix once he bottoms out. A scream leaves your mouth as you’re trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to his size while your pussy keeps clenching around his thickness. You push your head into the pillows as pathetic whimpers keep falling from your lips.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He hisses. Both of his hands move to grab at your ass cheeks, kneading them slowly and gently.

You moan and squeeze around his cock at his words and his touch leaving him panting above you.

“Please, more.”

“Patience.” He groans as you keep pulsing around his length. “Fuck, poor pussy is so desperate for daddy.” He can’t help the words that are leaving his mouth as he pulls himself almost all the way out of your pussy, making you whine at the empty feeling. “So fucking needy.” Anakin groans before he thrusts himself all the way inside your cunt again.

“Oh fuck, oh my g-god.” you hiccup as he moves his hips slowly but hard against you. You cry out as he thrusts so deep inside you that it has your body slumping against the bed.

You continue to moan, arching your back and pressing your ass up against him, he keeps the angle perfect as he starts rolling his hips deeply into you. You feel his cock throbbing inside you as you tighten around him. He’s so deep, hitting your cervix repeatedly making your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck, so beautiful...” Anakin slowly picks up his pace at the sight of you throwing your head back. “You’re all mine, isn’t that right angel?”

“F-fuck, yesyesyes, I’m all yours. Only yours—” you’re begging and you’re unable to finish your sentence as he gives you a particular hard thrust.

You nearly sense your arms failing due to the intensity of his thrusts. Anakin’s hands are clawing at the sides of your hips, guiding you with him, and he leans down again to place kisses on your upper back, his kisses travel down your spine, until he leans back up and just looks at you from behind.

Your mind goes blank as all you can do is focus on the feel of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrusts deeper inside you, earning whines and moans as you continue to cry out his name. You try to tell him, breathlessly, about how good he is making you feel.

The sound of your pleasure fuels his desire to fuck you better, urging him to do more.

Anakin picks up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb.

You claw at the sheets, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The air is all stuffy around you as his hips move faster, moaning you try to push back your hips against his to take more of his big cock. Your tiny pussy is so full of him, his thickness still hard to get used to, as it pulses and tightens around him. Anakin moans at the sight, kneading your ass as he tries to bury himself more inside you, his tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes roll back inside your head once again as you dig your fingers more into the bed, you mewl against the sheets at the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.

“P-pleeaaaseeee I need, need more.” You squeak out in between moans. The wet noises of him easing into you over and over has your cheeks burning, realising just how wet and needy you are for him.

Anakin buries his face in the crook of your neck, picking up his pace again, fucking you so fast and hard that you swore you never moaned so loud in your life. Suddenly, everything was becoming too much: his grunts, the sticky, sweaty feeling, his scent, his warmth, the drilling of his cock inside you. Just everything. You try to catch your breath but from how Anakin is thrusting inside you it feels almost impossible to do so.

You’re close, so close you can practically taste your orgasm; even if your mouth is completely dry from gasping his name over and over again. Feeling your walls begin to pulsate erratically, the rhythm of their contracting falling out of sync, Anakin knows instantly that you’re close.

Hair is sticking at the nape of your neck and back, and Anakin leans closer to you as he grabs and tugs slightly on it, at the same time he thrusts harder and faster. You whine loudly as the angle makes him hit your sensitive spot inside you. You’re literally going insane, it feels so overwhelming and good.

Your noises become louder and higher pitched as he continues his assault on your pussy, indicating that you’re getting closer as well as the sounds of your pussy that keep meeting his cock over and over again. The sounds mix along with your desperate cries. “Your pussy is so tight and wet around me. I know it’s begging for more. To be filled with my cum.” He groans as he thrusts harder.

“Fuck, fu-fuck, fuck, f-feels so g-good.” You whine as your eyes roll back inside your head.

“What do you want, baby girl?” Anakin groans while one of his hands reach around you to slip against your clit making you writhe against him as he applies pressure. The pleasure has the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for your release.

“Does that feel good, my sweet good girl?” He asks as he leans down his body closer to yours making him hit your cervix repeatedly. You whimper and tremble underneath him as you nod, Anakin moans against your ear as he whispers close to you. “Does it feel good? That I’m fucking you like this?”

“Yes! Yesyesyes. Feels so sooooo fu-fucking gooood, Aniii—” you whine as he continues to hit your sensitive spots inside you. Anakin’s fingers continue to press down on your little nub making you squirm. The tension continues to build up as the pleasure is becoming too overwhelming. “So clooose.”

Nodding above you, Anakin gasps and pants for air. “Fuck baby, me too,” he replies.

Anakin snaps his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. Feeling like your head is swimming once again, you whine. “I’m sooo close, p-please…” you beg desperately. You only need one more little push, a little bit more attention to reach your peak.

You are crying out for him, your moans almost sounding like his name, and he moves his head down again and presses kisses down your neck.

“Cum for me, baby,” Anakin urges. “Let go.” His command, paired with the way his fingers dance across your clit, and how his cock drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure.

Mouth falling open, your muscles strain as you choke out a cry of euphoria. Head lolling back, your eyes rolling back into your head while your back arches violently as you twist and contort in pleasure under Anakin. Rapturous ecstasy ricochets through your entire body, your muscles trembling violently as you cum around his cock.

“Going to fuck my cum into you, princess. Get you nice and full…” He groans as he feels your pussy tighten in a vice-like grip, your inner walls gushing with wetness as you milk his shaft, Anakin lets out a deep roar. His own head falls onto your back, and with a few more thrusts, he buries his cock as deep inside you as he can before he cums.

“Ah…” you whimper underneath him as your body continues to tremble.

Anakin exhales deeply as he feels himself come down from his high. He gently pulls out of your tiny spent hole, making you whimper in protest, you feel his eyes on you, knowing that he’s watching his seed drool out of you. Your pussy continues to pulse and clench repeatedly around nothing and he groans at the sight.

Leaning forward, he presses one hand onto your inner thigh, while the other swipes two fingers between your slit, gathering up his cum, and pushing it back into you. You wince at the sensation, a soft whine slipping from your throat at the sensitivity. Pressing a kiss to your knee, “We’ll have to clean you up,” Anakin mumbles.

Feeling the ache of oversensitivity, you gently bat Anakin's hand away before closing your legs. With a low laugh, your boyfriend responds by pressing an apologetic kiss to your knee.

You’re still trying to catch your breath as you whimper every now and then. Anakin then moves off the bed, making his way to the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth and returns to your legs to clean you carefully. Once he’s done he comes back into bed, wrapping his arms around you instantly.

You automatically curl into his body, his presence enveloping you in a comforting embrace, his warmth seeping into your skin as you lean back into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

“That was amazing…” you whisper.

He chuckles lightly as you feel his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. You tighten the hold you have around him, holding him close, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“It really was. I love you, sweetheart.” He smiles before bringing his head towards yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you pull away to look at him tenderly while your fingers trace his face fondly.

“I love you more.” He whispers back as he leans down to kiss your lips.

You giggle against him before you pull away. “That’s impossible.”

“Oh it’s very possible alright.” With a grin, he reconnects your lips together, the kiss feeling like velvet against yours. There's no rush as he tilts his head slightly to fit against you better. His mouth moves with delicacy and slowness, kissing you as if he has all the time in the world, savouring each moment with you.

His mouth moves slowly from your lips to the rest of your face, littering your skin full with them. “You did so well for me, such a good girl for me,” he whispers as he places soft kisses against your temples. Your face turns hot at his sweet words. He leans down to capture your lips in another kiss.

But the morning tranquillity and the tender moment is shattered by a sudden, resounding bang at the door, startling both of you.

“Wake up lovebirds!” Ahsoka yells from behind the door.

You groan, immediately grimacing and burying your face against Anakin’s chest and underneath the warm sheets.

“Nooooo,” you whine into the nape of his neck, trying to hide from the offending noise.

The man besides you chuckles softly at your reaction, finding it rather endearing.

“I hope you guys are presentable!” She announces and rather than waiting for the both of you to answer, the wooden door squeaks open and your friend pokes her head in, with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Ahsoka giggles, as she simply stops and takes in the sight of you. With your head laid on Anakin’s chest, both of your bodies wrapped around each other and the sheets comfortably draped around your bodies, you look the epitome of an old married couple. Except she’s certain that the both of you are naked underneath the sheets.

“Ah, still in bed I see.” She smiles a wicked smile before winking your way. “You guys look a little wrapped up.”

As embarrassment washes over you, heat creeps up your face, prompting you to quickly tug the sheets up to cover more of yourself.

Anakin laughs and you slap his chest in a playful manner as you glare at him.

He clears his throat. “That's enough, Ahsoka. We’ll be downstairs in a bit.”

“Alright! But don’t stay away too long, we have lots to discuss.”

She sends you both one more smirk before retreating and closing the door behind her.

You groan as you bury your head in your pillow. “They heard us.”

“Most likely, yeah.” He shrugs with a chuckle.

“How can you be so calm about this?” You grumble.

“Ah, come on, sweetheart, I'm sure it won’t be that bad.” he reassures you before enveloping you in his arms and lifting you up, eliciting a squeal from you. “Let's get you cleaned up,” he smiles before peppering kisses all over your face as you giggle in delight, while he carries you to the en-suite bathroom.

❅⋆* ☾ ⋆* ❅･ﾟ:⋆* ❅･ﾟ

As you both descend the stairs, the sounds of commotion in the living room catch your attention. Your friends' unusually loud voices make embarrassment flush through your body, intensified as they erupt in hoots and laughter upon your and Anakin's arrival, especially when they notice you both holding hands.

“Finally!” Padme cheers.

“I almost didn't want to believe Ahsoka, but putting you two in the same bedroom together would really do it.” Ben remarks, his tone filled with a mix of surprise and playful teasing.

“Told ya!” Ahsoka exclaims triumphantly, her voice filled with satisfaction.

“I told you they’d end up together last night.” Rex smiles as he nudges Ben. “Now pay up.”

Ben grumbles under his breath as he retrieves his wallet from his jeans, reluctantly paying for what appears to be a bet, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement.

“Seriously guys?” You’re at loss for words, truly stunned. The mixture of surprise and disbelief leaves you momentarily speechless. “You guys placed a bet on us?”

Anakin's chuckle at your stunned and flustered state earns him a narrow-eyed look from you, a silent warning not to find amusement in the situation. “You think this is funny?”

“Come on baby,” the corner of his lips quirk up, his laughter light. “Don’t pout,” he says with a teasing tone, trying to coax a smile from you.

“I'm not pouting.” You reply, an exaggerated pout still on your face. Anakin rolls his eyes playfully, finding your expression endearing. He leans down to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

Another series of hoots and cheers resound in the room as your friends watch you two kiss.

Flustered, you roll your eyes at your friends' reactions, trying to maintain composure despite their teasing antics. “You guys are so dramatic.”

“Excuse me? Dramatic?” Padme interjects, pointing a finger at both of you. “You guys have been pining for each other for YEARS. Literal years. We were so tired of it,” she adds, her tone a mix of humour and exasperation.

“So that’s why we took matters into our own hands!” Ahsoka smiles satisfied.

“So it’s true?” You gasp. “You guys set us up to sleep in the same room and same bed together?”

“Yeah and what about it?” Ahsoka giggles, not being apologetic at all.

Ben snorts as he shakes his head fondly. “Either way, we’re very happy that you guys finally decided to put an end to all of our suffering and got together.”

You shake your head with a smile in disbelief, unable to comprehend that your friends went to such lengths, setting you two up and even placing a bet on your relationship.

You feel Anakin snake one of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him before he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad they did though. We were too oblivious to each other's feelings until last night.”

“You’re right.” You acknowledge with a small smile and a hum. “I’m so glad to have you in my life. I love you.”

“I love you too baby,” he says as he looks down at you tenderly.

As the morning unfolds into a day, laughter and activities fill the cabin and spill outside into the snowy landscape, creating an unforgettable vacation filled with cherished memories to treasure for years to come.

Plus, amidst all the laughter and activities, you're certain you're the happiest person in the world right now because you are able to call your best friend and the love of your life your boyfriend. The warmth of his love and the joy in his eyes as he looks at you affirm your happiness, making each moment together all the more precious.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fluff #star wars x reader #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin x fem reader #anakin x y/n #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #star wars #hayden christensen #my writing

[chiikasevennn]

SMUT !!

Miguel eating u out . Fingering at the end. Idk what i wrote. Not proofread i js wanna yk. probably has errors.

"[Name]...?" Miguel's head got up from your aching pussy. He saw those tears, one at the brink of tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Ye—yeah?" He knew what you were going to possibly assume next.

"No, nothing's wrong. Are you okay? If—if you're uncomfortable, we can stop." Miguel had a knack for saying the perfect things that melted your heart. It was just one of the many qualities you had come to deeply admire about him.

"No!" You yelled. He just gave you the most mentally flabbergasting orgasm you could ever receive. It wasn't like any other. Electrifying. "It's okay, I—I just, uh, if, if it's being silent, you're not doing anything wrong… That's how I usually am… During sex."

"Oh?"

"'M sorry," you meekly replied, laying back down on the pillow, avoiding his gaze as he was practically in front of your wet cunt that he seemed to not want to let go of.

Gosh, Miguel absolutely adored you. This would be the first time you guys' doing actual lovemaking. You've only given him unforgettable blowjobs, but of course, Miguel was a man with necessities as well; he wanted to taste his woman.

"So you're not uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No… I'm just…" not used to being eaten out like you were the only thing that was gonna keep him alive. "Yeah. You can continue. I really liked it..."

You pretty much wouldn't be extremely wet if you didn't like this one bit.

Miguel placed a quick, firm kiss on your clit, making you flinch. Your cheeks warmed, and before you knew it, you blinked back tears from blurring your eyesight as he devoured every inch of your sanity, but this time, he became rougher.

In less than a minute, nearly on the brink of full-fledged sobbing, trying to keep your legs back together, but Miguel was preventing it. Miguel groaned in pleasure as he pushed your legs against your chest. He made sure there was a wide enough space for him to properly exhibit devotion to your pussy.

There, you exploded your second orgasm of the night. Miguel very well sensed this and kept kissing your cunt as a thank you for cumming for him. You thought he'd finally give you a rest, knowing how much tremble he got out of that simple cunnilingus.

Of course, that was what you thought until he jumped on your pussy again and started to lick and rub everything with his tongue, especially your sensitive clit.

Your body instinctively thrashed around him, only to be caged by his powerful grip on your thighs given how huge he was.

"Ah—ah… uh, u— Mi-Migueeel, wa— mmf!" You slapped the nearest pillow against your face as tears blurred your vision when your clit finally gave out again. He gave kitten licks against your vulva.

Seemed like Miguel took it as a challenge to get you to break for him. Not what he exactly wanted, but this was a process.

He ascended from your spent cunt and went beside you to get a hug. He caressed your naked breast underneath your shirt, massaging and clinging to it as he kissed the tears away, chuckling when you whimpered lowly.

Now, it was time to use his fingers.

"Shit," his hands found its way against your hole, and the way you tried to close it almost made him cum his pants.

You almost whine. You forgot how long and thick his fingers were compared to any of the guys you've been with. Of course, you would, and now you were going to be trained wonderfully by this behemoth of a man.

"Spread 'em wider for me, m'love," he wasn't even finished and you did as you were told. He chuckled. Cute.

"'M gonna fuck you with my fingers, all right? If you can't take it anymore, 's okay, let it all out…"

Needless to say, you woke up the next day unable to walk properly. Oh, he also kept pumping his fingers into your cunt sometimes that you almost passed out, sometimes glaring, but did you ever protest? Nope!

#miguel o'hara smut #Miguel O'Hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man #spider-verse #atsv #smut #lmao #Miguel o'hara x reader smut

[kanekisfavoritegf]

jealous nerd eren🌚

warnings : Smut, blowjob, teasing, orgasm deprivation, uhh degrading. Idk😭

When Nerd!Eren is jealous he doesn’t really say anything to you.

Like of course, other guys are interested in you. You are perfect in every possible way, so he tries to just live with it.

He is anxious that you’ll think he is over-possessive or that you actually might leave him for the guy he saw you laughing with. But eventually, after three or four days, he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

He would be rubbing at your clit, teasing the entrance of your soaked pussy with only a centimeter of his ring finger. Never going all the way in. Never giving you the satisfaction that you wanted.

And while you are moaning and begging for him to just fuck you with his fingers, he would snort at you saying, “Why don’t you ask that Jean you’ve been hanging around?” You’d be spread out on his lap with a “the fuck is this nigga talking about” face. Until it finally hits.

Jean was your partner for some college course you were taking. But before you could explain, Eren pulled you off of him. Licking his fingers before trying his hair up and taking his glasses off.

He knew you loved his glasses on and some of his hair down whenever he fucked you. He was punishing you. For something that simply wasn’t even your fault.

He’d spend forever with the foreplay. Literally forever. Fifteen minutes dedicated to kissing and biting at your inner thighs, give a long stripe at your throbbing cunt only a few times before deciding your nipples need a few matching marks.

And when Eren would finally eat you out, he’d do so like a starved man. Sucking, licking, and occasionally, sticking his fingers into you with a “come here” motion. You would be so close to cumming that you could taste it on your tongue. But as you arched your back ready to release, he would pull away.

“Eren why the fuck wou-”

“Shut up.” Would be all he says as he brought you off the bed and to your knees. You know being face level with his dick, you got the idea and began to kiss the tip that leaked precum. giving his balls a squeeze and your tongue trailed down the pretty vein that went all the way to his base.

“Stop fucking teasing, I swear to God,” Eren said as he push your head away from his base. Scowling as you relished in his behavior. This wasn’t like him at all. The shy nerdy Eren, who usually had no self-control when in bed, was now making you suck his dick like it was his cocksleeve. It was hot seeing him this angry. this pent up.

As he forced his young passed your lips, he let out a soft whimper at the feeling. His eyes rolled to the bag of his head as you went further and further down on him.

He loved when you took all of him in his mouth, but he hated how slow you were going tonight.

Deciding to hold your face in place as he fucked down your throat. Relishing in the gagging and moaning you were letting out, you choked on his thick cock.

Eren swore he could see stars as you let out a long moan around him. But when looking down to see your face, he paused his movements instantly, seeing what caused you to release such a pretty sound.

“You are such a fucking brat. Sticking a finger inside you as you suck me off. How greedy can you be? Trying to get off as I’m punishing you.” This only made you moan more.

Eren had now pulled out of your mouth. Your throat felt sore. Too sore for you to speak.

“Do you think Jean wants a dirty slut like you around him?” He’d ask, slapping his dick against your cheek. Your saliva and his arousal now coated your face, and all you could do was shake your head no.

“You are my pretty slut, right?” He’d whine out. Reaching for his dick and tugging away.

“Mhm Ren.” You’d try to croak out.

Eren now had you seated on the bed as he towered over you standing. Making you watch as he pleasured himself over and over.

Refusing to let you cum the entire time. You weren’t even allowed to touch yourself; just watch as he overstimulated himself in front of you.

#cat writes ★ #aot #black reader #aot smut #attack on titan #aot thirst #eren aot #eren yeager #nerd eren #eren smut #eren jeager x reader #eren yeagar smut #eren x black reader #black fem reader #aot x black reader

[anzulvr]

Hello!! How are you today? If it's okay, I wanna drop a request: Karma with GN!reader that grew up being the non-attractive friend that believes that no one is actually gonna fall for them and thinks that every confession they get is a joke (they're attractive and cute but just not that attractive to make others fall for them)

I'm slowly crawling back to Karma fics rn because i keep rewatching the anime and I've been craving more HAHAHA I hope you have a great day!!!<33

Summary: In the ask (Karma akabane x Reader w insecurities who thinks anyone who likes them is joking)

comfort / gender not specified , <3 (also y’all r cute enough to make ppl fall for you don’t say that idc if idk you ik it😤)

When Karma first confessed his feelings for you, you laughed.

Not because it was funny but because you thought he was kidding, you liked him a lot, your laughter was just a way to disguise your disappointment over the fact he could joke about something like that.

It wasn’t a joke, he couldn’t believe you’d think that.

Once you started dating you realized how easy it was to make him jealous, whenever you wear a new outfit or even look cool sparring Karma looks around to make sure no one (..maehara) is looking at you with heart eyes. He thinks it’s impossible for someone to not like you.

— So when he sees some random guy inching closer to you smiling at who knows what you're saying, Karma starts to get ticked off.

He sneaks over behind you and lightly tugs your ear

“Ow- hey!”

“[Name] who’s your friend?” Karma asks in the most condescending manner possible.

“Oh this is Kenji, he just moved here and was asking me to show him around.”

“Ah really? You’re better off using the maps app.”

Kenji was quick to counter, “id rather go with someone whose familiar with the place, like [name] here.”

Karma turned to make eye contact with Kenji “If that’s the case you wouldn’t want to go with [name].”

“Why not?”

“[Name] would get you both lost, I’ll go with you.”

“No it’s alright, [Name] already agreed.”

You pulled karmas sleeve, “it’s okay, you’re not busy?”

“ ‘Course not, I’ve got time for you, let’s go.”

The whole walk Karma made sure to put a good distance between you and Kenji while keeping his arm on you.

He seemed annoyed every time Karma held you closer and gave him a side glance.

Karma on the other hand was purposely being touchier just to see the look on his face.

(after a few minutes Kenji realized Karma wasn’t leaving and made an excuse to leave.)

On the way back Karma mentions it to you

“I can’t believe he was trying to make a move on you, it’s good I got there before he got you alone.”

“He just needed help, I think I would know if that were the case!”

“He would’ve used a GPS. You thought I was joking when I told you I liked you, you’re too naive- don’t worry the way he scrunched his face whenever I got close to you made everything worth it!”

“I thought that because you joke about everything! And you’re also…”

“…Also what?”

“Nevermind, forget it.”

“No, say what’s on your mind.” Karma encouraged.

“Can’t you see you’re too good for me? Everyone knows it.”

“Are you kidding? [Name] you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Mm...” You looked away he could tell weren’t buying it, he pushed further

“[name], I don’t know why you’re with me.”

“You’re perfect, why wouldn’t I be with you?”

“That’s exactly what I think of you.”

note: updated finally gave him a nameeee. things r slow it’s been like two weeks but I’m making a masterlist.

#assassination classroom #assclass #akabane x reader #reader insert #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma akabane headcannons #akabane #akabane karma #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsukyoshitsu #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader

[itsbeeble]

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (pt 1)

SUMMARY: It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

GENRE: smut, very little fluff, a lot of angst

PAIRING: Kevin Moon x afab!reader

WC: 4.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST PART 2

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez @flwoie

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: insults (nonsexual), mentions of injuries, mentions of what is basically sabotage, kevin is actually really kind of a bad person to y/n yall im sorry, kevin is still stupid (keeping with the trends), kevin is emotionally constipated but so is y/n but she's less emotionally constipated, pining, enemies to lovers, making out, marking, hair pulling, scratching, dry humping, poor attempts at humor, guys i'm actually warning you kevin is a total asshole in this

A/N: Idk why i went the angsty route for this but i'm very very excited to be releasing the final installment of this series. this was supposed to be released on christmas but me and fawn did not give ourselves NEARLY enough time to actually prepare this so we had to push it off. Much love, kiss kiss. Anyway thank you to everyone for reading this collab. This is part 1 of the final installment, so please be on the lookout for part 2 on fawn's page!!

You couldn’t have been more excited to be partnered with Kevin Moon for the end-of-year exhibition. He was kind, he was incredibly talented, he was funny, he—

“You have to be fucking joking.”

— hated your goddamn guts.

You weren’t even sure why. One day the two of you had been just a couple of freshmen, excited to become the best versions of yourselves, and the next…it was like Kevin suddenly decided that he just hated everything about you. He did everything from mocking your solo performances to outright screaming at you for the tiniest of mistakes that not even your professors had picked up on. Your foot was a centimeter too far to the left, your back was arched too much, or your arm looked flimsy. Anything that he could possibly berate you for, he found it. 

“Language, Moon.” Your professor scolded, hovering beside you and gauging both of your reactions. Your thumbnail is wedged between your teeth, and your free hand is wrapped around your waist. Kevin is fuming across from you, staring at the paper with such intensity you fear that it would catch fire. 

“Professor, you can’t possibly expect me to work with her!” Kevin flings his hand out in your direction, and you scoff. 

“You make it sound like this is my fault.” 

“Isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow, lips curling up into a nasty sneer. “Most things usually are.”

“Oh really?” You drop your hands to your side, taking a small step toward him. 

“Yes!” 

“Like what?” 

You’re inches away from each other now, a palpable tension between the two of you that had your professor shuffling back uncomfortably. A few lingering students glanced at the two of you, whispering amongst each other. 

Do you think they really hate each other?

I think that they’re doing this just for show, just like Sangyeon and his girlfriend.

Maybe they really do hate each other…or, at least, one of them does.

“Like the class performance of Princess and the Pauper last year.” Kevin grins smugly, as if he’d won some sort of competition between the two of you. There’s a flash of anger and hurt in your eyes.

“Let’s not remember that you were the one who dropped me, Kevin.” The smugness dissipates and now your “opponent” is standing uncomfortably before you. 

“I— I know that, but—” You cut him off abruptly, and there are a few tears brimming in your eyes. 

“You know damn fucking well that the performance would’ve been fine had you not intentionally let me fall. It’s your fault that happened, not mine.”

“Y/N,” your professor warns. “Let’s calm down, shall we?” 

Her hand on your shoulder steels you, and your body relaxes. 

“The two of you,” she speaks slowly and calmly but there’s cold authority in her tone, “are going to work together on this performance, and you are going to work nicely. I will not be tolerating arguments this time. If you two cannot prove to me that you can work together as a team then I will fail you, and I will recommend you both be removed from the program. Am I understood?”

You bite on your tongue, eyeing Kevin and waiting for him to respond first. His words dug deep into you. It was easy for you to take the blame for mistakes you made, for starting on the wrong beat. But for him to blame you for his mistake? That was going too far. That was crossing a line that no dancer should ever cross (i know nothing about dancing). 

“Understood,” Kevin mutters after a moment, and you nod your head slowly. 

“Understood.”

“I think we should do Angel by Keshi.”

“And I think that’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.”

Your eyes widen when Kevin says that with his back flat on the ground of the practice room you’d rented. He’s got a stress ball in his hand, throwing it toward the ceiling and waiting for it to fall back down into his hand. For at least an hour, it had been, essentially, a one-sided discussion with you throwing out ideas and Kevin ignoring you as best he could until you threatened to tell the professor he wasn’t being cooperative. He’d proceeded to call you a “stupid snitch” before responding to each suggestion you threw out with something negative.

“If it’s so dumb then how about you give a suggestion for once?” You retort. “Instead of just sitting there moping like a child.” 

“Ooh, good one,” Kevin says mockingly, his eyes narrowing at you after. You know he can see you’re getting frustrated with him. You can see it in the smirk he sends your way as he sits up. “Stings real bad, Y/N.”

“Why are you such a prick?” You grab your crossed ankles, rocking back and forth on your butt. 

“Why are you such a teacher’s pet?”

“I’m…I’m literally not.” Your head tilts and Kevin shrugs.

“Sure you aren’t.” 

“Can you focus please?” Kevin rolls his eyes when you change the subject, leaning back onto the palms of his hands and spreading his legs out in front of him. 

“I’ve been focused, you’re the one who keeps getting distracted by me.” 

Your jaw falls slack. You kept getting distracted? The whole time the two of you had been in this room, he had done absolutely nothing to contribute. You, arguably, were the only one not distracted!

“What if we did—”

“Partition by Beyoncé.” Kevin interrupts you, and you quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not doing that song with you.”

A smirk, and he leans forward. “Why? Afraid you’ll be seduced by your enemy?” 

It's too late for that. “Nope. I just don’t wanna be that close to you at all. You fucking smell.” 

For the first time ever, Kevin falls silent. His jaw hangs open and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. Internally, you cheer at how you were likely the first person (as far as you know) to make him shut up for a few moments. 

“I do not smell!” He snaps, finally jolted from his stupor when you clear your throat. 

“You kinda do, Kev,” you pick at something on the ground. “Sorry to be the one that broke it to you.”

“Don’t call me Kev.” 

You look at him, and his nose is wrinkled with disgust. He doesn’t look angry, per se, but he isn’t exactly the most pleased you’ve seen him. 

“Sorry.” 

Kevin goes quiet again, and now both of you are picking at the floor. 

“So we’re doing Angel, right?” You ask, trying to clear the awkward air. Your partner kisses his teeth and shakes his head.

“I really think we should do Partition.”

“Why are you so set on doing such a sexual song?” Your cheeks are warm, but you try to ignore it as best you can. Kevin notices, that smug smile returning to his face.

“Why are you so uncomfortable with it? People love these types of performances.” He has a point, but you’ll die before you let him know it. “They love tension between dancers. Gives them a thrill.”

“It’ll be thrilling when they see my fist in your face,” you mumble so he can’t hear you.

“What?” His eyebrows knit together and you smile coyly.

“What?” Your voice is pitched up to mock him, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. 

“We’re doing Partition.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” 

He kisses his teeth again, returning to leaning on the palms of his hands. You lay flat on your back, fingers splayed across your stomach. 

“You’re annoying. You know that, right?” You hear him shift on the ground, and then his face appears in your periphery  A dry laugh escapes you.

“That’s not what your mom said last night.” 

“Don’t— don’t talk about my mom.” You lift your head off the ground, a lazy grin plastered onto your face when you see Kevin’s lips twitching. “That— that wasn’t funny. Like, at all.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t, Kevin.” You agree, lowering your head back to the ground. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You aren’t funny.” He stands up, gathering his belongings and keeping his back turned. Had you not seen him fighting a smile just a moment ago, you would have thought he was truly angry with you. Or, perhaps, he was angry with you, but the joke was enough to get him to crack a smile.

“I believe you,” you sat up again, following his lead and grabbing your own items. “Totally. Why wouldn’t I?” 

He turns to look at you again, his expression shockingly dull when he meets your eyes. The tension is back, and you shuffle awkwardly in your spot. In the silence of the practice room, you’re struck with the urge to ask him questions. Why he hates you, why he dropped you during the performance. It had been on your mind for so long, but not once have you had the strength to ask. Now, though, you have an unstoppable urge. 

You clear your throat, dipping your head down for a second and then lifting it to keep your eyes on him. 

“Why d—” 

You’ve barely gotten one word out before Kevin interrupts you again, taking long and heavy steps to the door. It’s as if he’d sensed your questions, your curiosity. His timing certainly made it seem that way.

“I’ll text you when we can start working on the choreography.”

Kevin slams the door of the TBZ house so hard that the walls shake. 

“Why the fuck are you slamming my doors?” Sangyeon yells from his bedroom, his voice muffled by the distance between them. 

“Sorry!” Kevin yells back, but he’s not. He’s not sorry at all, not now at least. Why the fuck did he have to get paired with you? Of all the people in the class, why did the professor think it was a good idea to stick the two people who hate each other the most on a team?

“You’re lucky that Sangyeon’s too busy getting his dick sucked to care that you slammed the door.” Changmin peers at Kevin from the kitchen counter, hunched over with a frog-shaped cup in his hand. The older of the two wrinkles his nose in disgust, making his way to the counter and sinking into a barstool. 

“Didn’t need to know that detail, but thanks anyway.” 

“No problem,” Changmin grins sarcastically, lifting his cup as a sort of toast. “What’s got you so ticked off anyway?”

“Some stupid assignment my professor assigned me.”

“Oh, right. The dance one?” 

“Yeah.” 

Kevin drops his head into his hands, rubbing at his eyes with the base of his palms. Then he raises his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“Wait, how did you know about the assignment?” 

“One of my friends is in that class,” Changmin sets his cup down and leans forward to fold his arms on the granite countertop. “He said he saw you being a dick to Y/N after you found out the two of you were partners for the exhibition.”

“Well, she deserved it,” Kevin grumbles, dropping his hands onto the counter. 

“She always deserves it, according to you.” Changmin kisses his teeth and purses his lips. “Why do you hate her, anyway? She’s a fantastic dancer, she’s super nice, she’s really pretty. She’s got your humor, too, so shouldn’t the two of you, like, get along?”

“Y/N L/N is the spawn of the devil himself, and I’ll die before I get along with her.”

“Okay, I get that, but why?”

Why. Why do you hate her so much? What could she possibly have done to make you drop her in the middle of one of the most important performances of your college career?

“She…” Kevin trails off, his face heating up with embarrassment. “She spilled coffee on me during freshman year.” 

For a few moments, Changmin says nothing and Kevin thinks that the younger man didn’t hear him. Then he speaks, and Kevin wishes he hadn’t said anything at all.

“You…broke a girl’s ankle…and almost ruined her chances at ever dancing again…” Changmin speaks slowly, trying to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what he’d just heard. “Because…because she spilled coffee on you?”

“It wasn’t just that!” Kevin tries to defend. “She got it all over my expensive shirt, the white one you got me for my birthday back in high school. The stain wouldn’t come out, even with bleach, so I had to toss it!”

“You’re the dumbest person I have ever met, Kevin Moon.” Changmin pushes himself up to stand straight, suddenly radiating anger and startling Kevin. “You don’t fucking drop someone and break their ankle because of a goddamn shirt that I bought you from fucking Target.”

“Wait— it was from Target?” Kevin’s jaw drops.

“Yes? Did you think that I bought a wicked expensive plain white button-down shirt?”

“Well, I mean…” Kevin scratches the back of his head, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. 

“You know what?” Changmin pinches the bridge of his nose, biting down on his tongue briefly. “That’s— that’s not the point of this conversation. The point is that you’re a horrible person. You’re a horrible person and if you don’t get your shit together and apologize to that poor girl, I’m gonna get Sangyeon involved.”

“Why— I’m not a horrible person!” Kevin snaps, and Changmin scoffs.

“I truly wonder what she sees in you.” 

For a brief moment, Kevin stops breathing. In that moment, a series of thoughts run through his mind, thoughts that he can’t even begin to process.

Horrible person.

I wonder what she sees in you.

Who is ‘she?’ Why does Changmin know what she thinks of him?

He couldn’t possibly mean you. You hate him, and he hates you. There was no possible way that you cared about him at all, especially after how cruel he’d been to you. 

Right?

One week.

A whole damn week goes by before Kevin texts you to meet him at practice room 304. To be honest, you would have forgotten about the project had your professor not sent out an email the day prior requesting progress videos to be submitted by Monday morning.

“That leaves us, what, four days to draft at least half of the choreography?” You’re sipping at an iced latte, your back against the mirror as Kevin ties the laces of his sneakers. 

“Something like that.” 

He’s on edge. You can hear it in his voice. Something has him tense and you aren’t entirely sure what to do about it, especially since you aren’t the cause (for once). Part of you wants to ask him what’s wrong, but a much larger part of you is screaming to just leave it alone. For a while, you listen to that larger part. You begin working with Kevin to choreograph the song and while it was a bit awkward for you, you find it much easier to work with him than with previous partners you’d had. You ignore the way your skin burns every time he touches you— correcting your posture, helping you with a movement. You ignore how much you enjoy his hands on your body, however faint his touch is. 

You’d admit that Kevin was right about the tension. The air felt stuffy, the walls closing in on you. It was erotic, the choreography Kevin had created. It was fast, and most of the moves you’d gone through required you to have your body close to his. The audience, however, would love this, just like Kevin said. So, no, you weren’t against admitting when Kevin was right, and you would have told him that at the end of practice. 

Really, you would have!

But then Kevin starts pissing you off. 

Small, quiet comments about how ridiculous you look. Insulting how you do a specific move. Nitpicking every step, every breath, every water break. Sweat is dripping down your neck by the time Kevin officially lets you stop for a while. You can see how tired he is, can see his shoulders slumping and his legs wobbling every time he steps. 

“I think we should call it a day.” You call over to him, and he scoffs.

“Of course you would say that.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you set your water bottle down. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kevin spins to face you as you say this, his jaw ticking and his hands clenched into fists. 

“You know exactly what it means, Y/N.” He sneers, standing tall when you take long strides over to him.

“No, actually,” you fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t know what it means.” 

“Then I’ll tell you.” His face is now inches from yours, and you back up a bit. Just enough for your face to not be so close to his. “I think you’re losing your touch. I think that you’re sloppy, that you’re arrogant, you can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

Kevin goes on listing these qualities, these faults, and all the while you can only scoff knowing that those are exactly the same things you would use to describe him. 

“I think that—” he continues, but then you’re interrupting him.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling, but it’s not as if you’d planned to hold back anyway. “You think you’re any better than me?”

“Yes, I do.” Kevin tilts his head with a mocking smile. “I think I’m a thousand times better than you.”

“You aren’t,” you tell him, and he bites his tongue when you pretend to pout. “Sorry to burst your egotistical, self-absorbed bubble, but you aren’t better than me. You aren’t a better dancer, a better student, or a better person.” 

Kevin’s gaze hardens, and you don’t notice the step he takes toward you. Or, maybe, you do and choose to ignore it. Maybe it’s exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re full of shit.” He breathes out, and you can feel a few strands of his hair brush against your forehead. The corner of your lips lifts into a lopsided smirk.

“And so aren’t you. We aren’t so different now, are we Moon?” 

A few silent moments. Bated breaths of air. The tension between the two of you is something unlike anything you’d felt before. You take a deep breath, ready to step away from him, and then his lips are crushed against yours in a furious kiss. There’s no love or care for one another behind it, just a fatal mixture of hate and lust for one another. A build-up of tension that could only be dispelled by the two of you.

Kevin’s hands are all over your body— squeezing at your hips, running up and down your waist, brushing over the curve of your ass. Your own hands tear at his clothes, stretching the fabric beyond repair, and your nails sink into his skin, breaking it and making him hiss in pain. Your lips mesh together, your teeth clacking together and your tongues pushing together in more of a fight than a dance of dominance. 

You allow yourself to be backed into the mirror, too caught up in how good his lips feel against yours, and you almost forget how much you supposedly hate him. When his lips fall to your neck and your hands scrape their way up his back, you want to let yourself forget about all the horrible things he’s said to you. His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, listening to the way you groan at the sting, and then his tongue is laving over the spot, his lips sucking at the skin at the same time. He does that over and over again, practically covering every inch of your throat with these marks until it looks like a wild animal got to you.

“I hate you,” Kevin lifts his face from your neck, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes are dark with so many emotions that it has your stomach churning. “I hate you so fucking much.”

You try to respond, but he just squeezes your face tighter and grins maliciously at your desperate whine. He kisses you again, uncaring of the fact that your lips are smushed together and your can’t exactly kiss him back. In fact, it’s almost like that’s exactly what he wants. He wants you to struggle against him, wants you desperate and whining. 

“Isn’t this nice?” He teases, his mouth a hairsbreadth from your own. “Finally quiet for me. You’re so much prettier when you aren’t talking back to me. If I let you go, are you gonna stay quiet?” 

He releases you, and you surge forward to connect your lips in another kiss. Your arms are around his neck and his slide down to your legs, haul you up, and press you against the mirror. You wrap your legs around him, clinging tightly and forcing him impossibly closer to you. Something shifts in the way you move against each other, no longer just your lips and hands, but now your hips are grinding together and you’re moaning, and Kevin is breathless against you, throwing his head back and groaning into the open air. You use this as an opportunity to return the favor, marking his neck up in the same way he’d marked yours (if not a bit harsher). 

“Fuck,” Kevin hisses, hands squeezing so hard at your thighs you know they’ll be bruised in the morning. “Always gotta be so harsh, don’t you?”

“You just did the same thing to me,” you snap back, your body shuddering as he continues to rut against you. Your voice is shaking, containing not nearly the amount of malice you’d hoped it would. You sound desperate, you sound like you want him. Which, of course, you do. But you would prefer it if Kevin didn’t know that.

Too late.

His eyes are gleaming as if in a trance and his hands slide to your ass to drag your hips harder against yours. The pleasure continues to build, your eyes rolling back, and your head falling against the mirror. 

“Thought you hated me,” Kevin coos and laughs when you moan out his name. “Poor baby, so desperate for me you can’t even speak.”

“H-Hate you,” you whine. “Hate you s-so much.”

“I’m sure you do, baby.” He hums, watching as your body begins to convulse. He can feel himself getting closer as well, his dick twitching in his sweatpants. “Go ahead, cum all over the man you hate.”

And you do. Your body shudders, back arching off the mirror as you moan and sob against him. Your hips continue to rut into his, and eventually, he drops his head into your chest, laving with his tongue at the skin exposed by your t-shirt. Your hands are in his hair, holding tightly to the strands.

After a moment, you tap at Kevin’s head to get his attention.

And boy, do you get it. 

As if he was hit with a wave of post-nut clarity, he practically drops you to the ground with a crazed look of horror in his eyes. You frown at him, stumbling back to your feet with legs made of jelly.

“You okay?” 

He backs away from you, nearly tripping over his feet. You follow him, but he’s too fast.

“Don’t— don’t fucking come near me.” He snarls, and you flinch. It’s not fear. It’s hurt. You’re not sure why the statement hurt you, but it did and the feeling stabbed into your heart like a golden dagger. “Stay the fuck away from me. This— this was a mistake. You were a mistake.”

It’s become a sort of habit for him, you think, watching as he slams the door to the practice room. You still aren’t quite sure why it hurts, why your throat feels like it’s closing up and your stomach churns with displeasure. You turn to face the mirror, tracing a hand up your neck to touch the marks on your neck and there’s a sad smile plastered on your face.

It can’t be helped when he’s hated you for so long. 

There’s a crack in your heart, and you wonder if it’ll be fixed just like the crack in your bone from the last time he hurt you.

Kevin slams the door of his car so harshly he almost fears he broke it. The engine rumbles to life, and tires screech against the ground as he speeds out of the parking lot and gets far, far away from you. 

His hands are shaking, so unsteady that he’s almost afraid he’ll get into an accident. His heart is pounding. Adrenaline, maybe. Fear is more likely. Fear of what he’d just done, what he could have done. It terrifies him, the rush of emotions he’d felt when you looked at him. 

It didn’t make sense to him. You were supposed to hate him, to want him dead. Why did you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon just for you. Why. Why. You ruined everything. 

A choked sob forces its way up his throat, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He doesn’t understand it. Why is he feeling so many emotions from this? He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be feeling this…this…

Kevin doesn’t even understand the emotion he’s feeling, so he decides he won’t bother. 

He’ll ignore you, avoiding you as best he possibly could. You’ll practice alone, that way he won’t have to speak with you. 

Avoid, ignore, hate. Avoid, ignore, hate. 

That was the perfect solution.

Avoid you and the inevitable questions you’ll have.

Ignore you and the looks you’ll send him. The confusion, the anger.

Hate you. Hate the way you make him feel, the way you make him want you.

Hate you.

Hate you 

Love you.

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[tomhollandisabae]

Idk but maybe something with ghost and y/n. Like benefits that turn into feelings but ghost fucks another girl and reader gets jealous and screws a team member and ghost is jelly

thank u for the request darling 🥰❤️

pay back- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

masterlist

summary; after you see simon fucking some other girl you decide to make him pay by fucking one of his worst enemies, phillip graves

warnings; smut, mature language, angst, phillip graves, fluff, english is not my first language, [18+/ M.D.I.]

words; 1.9k

a/n; so apparently now i have also a crush on alejandro and graves too (don't come after me about the last one... tiktok is to be blamed for that)

You and simon had been fuck buddies for almost 8 months now. It was nothing serious, just a way to blow of some steam after or during missions. However, things started to become a little more complicated when you started calling one another over at your houses, fucking in between missions too.

You had to admit that simon knew how to pleasure a woman, he had learn your body better than you and was able to make your legs shake- literally. He was the best you've ever been with and you wanted that to last for as long as it was possible.

The problem was that after some time you started catching feelings for him. At first you blamed it on the experience of your high and the afterglow of your climax, but as time passed by you realised that it wasn't just that. You had fallen for the man that was hiding his face behind a skull mask. A man you had never seen the full face of, although you had fucked hundreds of times.

But you had to be tough, so you pushed those feelings away, only for them to become even stronger one morning where you were just arriving at simon’s house when you saw a girl leaving.

That hurt a lot.

Without thinking much, you turned your car around and drove back home. After that, you were avoiding him as much as you could, but still sleeping together here and there.

You wanted to make him pay in any kind of way.

So at first, after you had calmed down, you were treating him as before; always joking around, poking him and in general being yourself. You just waited for the right moment, or more like; the right person. Two months later that moment finally arrived.

Your victim was phillip graves.

Simon had confessed to you that he didn't like that guy at all.

“You're always friendly with him though. i've seen you interacting with people you don't like and trust me when i say; that's not how you do it.” You had said in an attempt to make sure that he really doesn't like graves.

“I do it for the team’s sake. Doesn't mean, however, that I don't have a bad feeling about him.” He had told you and you just nodded.

More or less, you had decide to fuck graves, but you also had to make sure that ghost knew about this or you had to figure out some way so that he could learn about it. In the meantime, you were being very subtle about flirting with graves. You didn't want ghost to catch up and ruin your plan. Sooner or later an evil idea came to your mind.

The meeting room, right before your meeting. Ghost always arrives first so that was the perfect way to execute your plan.

So here you were now; on top of the meeting table, underwear discarded on the floor, legs spread and graves between them fucking you like there was no tomorrow. You had to admit that he wasn't that bad, but still… he wasn't simon. However, the teasing and the feeling of your orgasm always approaching and then being gone was getting on your nerves.

You had no other option but to think about simon and how he would fuck you; pumping his huge cock in and out of you, pulling all the way out till the tip and then slamming back inside you, always hitting your g spot.

You let out a moan at that and wrapped your arms around graves while keeping your eyes closed.

Graves’ thrusts were fast but not as hard as you'd like them to be. Ghost was always making sure that you could feel all of him, even though impossible at first; due to him being way bigger than the average, after some time, though, your clit would connect with his pubic bone making you see stars from the stretch and the fact that his tip was kissing your cervix.

After a little while you heard movements outside the door and you were pretty sure that it was him, so you had to make your presence known.

“Uugghh phillip…” you let out a fake moan and the show began.

“fuck y/n, you feel so good” he groaned in the crook of your neck.

“fuck yes!! Fucking me so well!! Ohh my fucking g—” you couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another fake scream this time.

“phillip yes yes yesss!!” that made him go even faster.

That made you wonder what the hell was he doing? At this point you were annoyed and just wanted to get over with it so you tighten your walls around him pretending to be reaching your climax.

“shit baby, can feel you clenching ‘round me” he breathes out.

You just let out another moan in response and threw your head back as you faltered your walls around him faking your orgasm.

“fuck i'm cumming shit shit shit” you yelled and that send him over the edge as he finally pulled out and came on your stomach.

Gross.

“fuck y/n” he exclaimed trying to catch his breath.

You didn't say anything just laid back supporting yourself on your elbows waiting for him to clean you up, but he only tacked himself back in his trousers and walked away.

Realising that he wasn't going to clean you up you sighed and grabbed one of the tissues on the table and did it yourself.

Not even a few seconds after you were cleaned up and had put your clothes back, the door opened and ghost came in.

Without paying any attention to him, you say on the far end of the table being further away from both men.

“ghost nice seeing you” graves smirked as he sat down on his chair too.

Simon didn't say anything just followed graves’ moves taking a seat while waiting for the others.

During the meeting simon had his eyes clued on you, while you were trying to avoid eye contact. He was hella pissed for sure.

When the meeting finally ended, everyone, including yourself, rose from their seats and left the room. Graves, however, made sure to talk to you before leaving.

“whenever you want to repeat that, you know where to find me” he smirked while whispering in your ear before leaving too.

It was just ghost and you now in the room. You didn't know what to do. You hadn't thought that your plan would actually work.

“ghost you're not leaving?” you asked as you turned to face him.

“why? So graves can come back and fuck you again?” he responded with a raspy voice.

“whatever you mean?” you tried not to smirk as you acted clueless.

“i'm talking about what happened before the meeting” he approached you, now towering over you “when you had made sure I was outside the door, before giving the worst performance of your life, because trust me I know how you react when you cum and that wasn't it.” He said leaving you speechless. He didn't do anything else just walked passed you and then towards the door.

“why? Did you made that girl cum then?” you finally fired back as you saw him freezing where he was.

“what?” he turned around.

“don't act like a fool simon, I saw that girl leaving your house one day when I had decide to come over and surprise you, turns out you were the one that surprised me.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

You saw his fist clenching as he walked up to you and pushed you back against the table while grabbing your neck putting pressure on your arteries on either side.

“so that gave you the right to go and fuck graves huh? After I had told you that I dislike him?” you didn't say anything as you felt his cock rubbing against you through your clothes.

graves had left you extremely frustrated.

“answer me.” He tighten his hold on your neck.

“I wanted to make you jealous.” You admitted.

“why the hell would I be jealous?” he questioned and that took you aback.

You hadn't thought that there could be a chance that he wouldn't care about you. After all, you were the one that had feelings, not him.

“i- i…” you tried to say something, but you didn't know what.

“fucking hell y/n” he exhaled as he released your neck and took a few steps backs.

“I knew this would happen…” he murmured.

“what do you mean?” you asked confused.

“why the fuck would I care about you that much that I would be jealous? The only thing I care about is the fact that you fucked the guy I told you to stay away from.” His words stabbed your heart like a sharp knife that kept twisting and twisting.

“i'm sorry…” you lowered your head.

“fucking hell y/n” he looked away from you “why did you have to do this?”

“because i love you” you finally admitted and his head turned immediately towards you.

He didn't say anything, just kept looking at you. There was your answer, of course he wouldn't be feeling anything towards you. that's why you decided to leave, but as you were making your way pass him, he grabbed your arm and lifted his mask before crushing his lips against yours.

You were in shock. It took you awhile to realise what was going on, but sooner or later you returned the kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands snaked around your waist pulling you even closer to him.

He had never kissed you like this before, so many feelings hidden finally being revealed through your actions. His tongue slipped into your mouth as he was expressing thousands of emotions with his lips against your own. Could he love you? How could someone like him, so broken, left out, being in love? He just pitted you that's all.

You finally pulled back as you pressed a hand against his chest.

“please, don't play with my feelings anymore. I can't do this” you whispered while lowering your head.

“darling…” he exclaimed as he lifted your head slowly locking his eyes with yours “i'm not playing with your feelings and i'm not intending on doing so” he placed his forehead on yours “do you mean it?” he asked.

“mean what?” your voice barely audible.

“that you love me?” his lips brushed against yours.

“of course” you said and his hand made its way through your hair locks as he pushed your face against his.

“good. Because I love you too.” He finally told you, but before you could react in any kind of way he had crushed his lips against yours, kissing you with so much care and affection.

“don't go anywhere near graves ever again. Do you hear me?” he instructed when you broke away.

“yes sir” you smirked.

“fucking hell… after what you did I shouldn't let you cum for at least a week” he said making your eyes widen.

“wha—” he interrupted you.

“behave and you shall receive darling.” He smirked and kissed you once again.

#fanfic #imagines #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost imagine #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod mw22 #cod imagine #codmw2022 #cod x you #cod x reader

[onlyjaeyun]

idk if you do requests, but could we get a pt.2 to the daddy? sorry sunghoong text fic where they have that talk he was texting abt ? you can disregard this if you dont want to do it, i totally understand 💕

this is the ask nonie's referring to btw!

— cw: dvddy kink, light dd/lg dynamics, implied phone s3x

honestly i think if there's one thing about sunghoon is the fact he's very open when it comes to you. he trusts you and knows he can always talk to you about whatever's on his mind, it doesn't matter what it's about, if he feels like talking to you about it (which is most of the time) he does not hesitate to do so.

however, kink talks aren't on the list of daily things to talk about, so he's not quite sure how to bring it up. every since you texted him that first "daddy?" sunghoon's been struggling to think about anything but you and the thought of hearing you actually use that title for him.

hoon never really expected himself to be into it because he simply never considered you to actually have a thing for it, so he's not really sure if you are, since you were actually just messing with him.

he attentively listens to your cute little story about your day with your best friend, loving the way you go into detail about basically everything, even which flavour of boba you had, which is why he hates himself for wanting to bring your texts from earlier up so bad.

once you're done, hoon's determined to ease you into it because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the mere possibility of you being into it just as much as he is, drives him insane. he's been rock hard the whole day and the fact this all happened when he's literally away from you for the first time for this long feels like destiny's laughing at him.

"hoonie? are you there? or did you fall asleep on me again?", you chuckle and sunghoon almost loses himself in the sweet tone of your voice; he can't stop thinking about how good you sound when you cum for him.

"i'm here, baby", he replies calmly, adjusting his boxers in hopes of somehow getting rid of his raging hard on, yet fails miserably and hisses the second he accidentally nudges the tip with his hand, "got lost in my thoughts, that's it."

"you sound tired, my love, do you wanna head to sleep?"

"no", he's way too quick with his response, eliciting another row of chuckles from you and this time sunghoon simply can't stop the words from spilling out.

"are you into it?" he asks and hates how a beat of absolute silence follows, because it lets him know you're more than aware what he's referring to and he feels a weird tightness spreading in his chest in response to your lack of.

"are you into it, sunghoon?" is the only thing you reply and are actually surprised to hear the sound of a deep grunt from the other line, the noise instantly shooting a jolt of arousal through your body.

"i never thought i would be", your boyfriend mumbles and you feel excitement fill your chest, "but i – fuck, baby i want it so bad."

the moment the profanity falls past your usually so composed boyfriend's lips, you let out the breath you didn't realise you were holding in and subconsciously start pressing your thighs together.

"you want me to call you daddy?"

there's not a lot you expected to hear in response to your question, yet nothing could have prepared you for the deep groan filling your ears.

"yes, baby", sunghoon's lost every bit of patience he had left, fingers firmly wrapped around his length, stroking himself to the thought of your perfect body, your sweet voice and the feeling of your pretty cunt the only thing on his mind.

"i want it, too", you whisper shyly, sighing softly when you finally push your pj shorts down your legs to expose your drenched cunt to the cold air in your room, "have been thinking about it for so long."

"fuck, angel girl, you're going to drive me crazy", sunghoon's voice is now raspy and strained, the firm sounds of his hand meeting his hips as he fucks his fist like a man gone mad easily sending chills down your body, "be a good girl for daddy and cum with me, yeah? i need it so bad, baby."

and how could you deny a reaquest this sweet, right?

#enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #enhypen hard hours #daddy cw #; daddies 💞

[bruisedboys]

hi love can i plz have little women-“ i just realized i don’t care if they’re the most perfect person in the world. they’re not you.” w james ??

congrats on 3k!!!!!!!!

idk if I did this ask justice but I tried!!! hope it’s ok lovely

summary: james comes to your house with a confession

fem!reader 0.7k words

James is soaking wet at your front door. You blink at him and think maybe you’re dreaming.

“James,” you say. You can barely hear yourself. It’s pouring rain and your heartbeat is twice as loud as it usually is. “What are you doing here?”

James doesn’t seem to notice the rain where it’s starting to drip into his eyes. His lovely dress shirt is soaked through. He stares right back at you like it’s his first time seeing you.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“I— yeah, of course.” You grab his arm and pull him in, hardly caring about the rain and flecks of mud he tracks in on his shoes. “Get inside, Jamie, you’re soaked.”

James steps inside and you close the door behind him. The rain becomes muffled, a lovely, calming drumming sound. You turn on James. Somehow, soaked through and shivering, he looks pretty as ever.

“James,” you say again, because you don’t know what else to say. “What—?”

“Listen.” James cuts you off and grabs you by the elbows. It’s alarming how quickly he gets you in his hands. Even more so how willing you are to be manhandled by him. “I need to tell you something.”

You blink. You can’t quite clock the look on his face. Something akin to desperation. You wonder if there’s been a horrible emergency with one of his friends.

“I thought you had a date,” you say blankly. Its a stupidly obvious thing to say, but you’re feeling very dazed.

James nods. “Right, I did. She wasn’t— it didn’t really work out.”

Your heart does this horrible thing where it jumps to your throat with hopefulness. You swallow harshly in a poor attempt push it back down.

“But,” you flounder. James had showed you a picture of her earlier in the week. Prettiest girl you’d ever seen. “She— well, she seemed pretty perfect.”

James grabs you tighter. Pulls you closer. His eyelashes cling together in sparkling triangles.

“That’s the thing, Y/N,” he says, looking at you with a sort of desperation that makes your legs a bit wobbly. “I’m— well, I guess I just realised. I don’t care if she’s the most perfect girl in the world. She’s not you.”

You blink. You think maybe your heart’s stopped. You don’t hear yourself when you say, “What?”

“I think I love you,” he keeps going, and somehow it just keeps getting worse. Or better, you can’t decide. “And— and I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to tell you as soon as possible because— well, because I’ve been going on all these dates, when all this time it’s been you.”

James takes a takes a deep breath, looking like he has a lot more to say. You don’t think your heart could take it. You stop him before he can.

“James.” You steal your arms from his grip and slide your hands up his arms until you reach his biceps. His shirt is drenched and the silk is iridescent and his lovely brown skin peeks through at you. “What are you saying?”

James laughs, and it’s ditzy and awkward and it sounds like nothing like you’ve ever heard James do before. Then again, this is all new. This touching. His confession.

“I’m saying,” he starts. “I’m saying that I think I’m like, the dumbest person in the world. To not have noticed this sooner.”

You think you know what he’s saying. But you’re also horrified by the hope that’s burning like fire in your chest.

“Noticed what?” You ask, hushed and hopeful.

“Noticed you,” James says, with a look so earnest and fond you think you might pass out.

This is all you’ve ever dreamed of. But somehow, not a single word comes to mind. You stand there, James’s hair and clothes dripping all over you and your carpet, his confession hanging in the gap between you like a burning star, and try not to start crying.

“James,” you finally get out. He’s got a curl hanging over his eye. You reach up and push it out of his face. Your fingers linger in his inky curls. They’re darker than usual, all wet like this. Almost pitch black. You fall in love with him all over again. “I think I might love you, too.”

James’s eyebrows shoot up. It’s almost comical. And also very adorable.

“You might?” He asks, definitely teasing. You get the feeling he’s maybe known you’ve loved him for a while, now. You’re pretty sure you’ve never been too subtle about it.

You huff. Even now, he’s James Potter to the bone. “Careful. I might change my mind.”

When he kisses you, it’s messy and it’s awkward and he’s still soaking wet, but it’s nothing short of perfect.

-

fixing readmore glitch

#so unsure about this ……. #★ mal writes! #ღ james #⭐️ 3k celebration! #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x reader fluff #james potter fluff #james potter x fem!reader #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter blurbs #james potter blurb #james potter drabbles #james potter drabble #james potter fic #james potter fanfiction #james potter oneshot #✉️

[alpineglow]

do you think you could write for Yelena Belova x reader Sharing their first kiss?

ofc!! I adore a cute little fluff fic like this, they are DELECTABLE!! also I hope y'all enjoy the fact that all my fic titles are Taylor lyrics, idk why I always love people who have super cohesive title themes. Also sorry if this is OOC or anything! I wrote this all in one go at like 10pm LMAO.

The First Kiss, It's Flawless

Ship: Yelena Belova x Reader Word Count: ~1.8k Description: Yelena's got a crush on you. She wants it to be perfect. Who better to ask than her older sister? (Spoiler: Many people are better to ask) A/N: NOTHING BUT SILLY ROMANTIC FUN FOR MY GIRLS BC THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

Masterlist

11:30am, Manhattan

"Natasha, I'm being serious," Yelena groans, shoving her face into her hands. Her sister was sat next to her on the edge of her bed, awkwardly patting Yelena on the back. When her sister asked for help, and to come to her Brooklyn apartment as soon as possible, the last thing she expected it to be for was romantic struggles.

"And I'm being serious too! You just go with the flow," Natasha says, sighing softly as her free hand pinches her brow.

"That's easy for you to say! Maria asked YOU out!" Yelena was definitely growing more frustrated, owed to the way she flopped her body back onto her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. Natasha rolls her eyes, pulling the pillow away. She earned herself a few daggers glared in return.

"Yelena, Y/N is sweet. The worst they can say is no."

"That's what you and everyone else say! I can think of so many worse things that could-"

There it was, the list of reasons she couldn't take the leap about to tumble forth. Natasha knew it all too well. It was incredibly impressive how in every other aspect of their lives, Yelena led with her head held high. This was a vast departure from that. So, with a sigh, Natasha stood up, stretching, and grabbing her keys and phone from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Yelena asked hastily, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

"Going to play matchmaker." It was a simple plan, really. Feign confused sibling, apologise if it wasn't the case. Easy operation, in and out. To Yelena though, it wasn't.

"Are you out of your mind?" Thankfully, the door was shut, meaning Yelena's shout didn't have the chance to escape the room and echo down the hallways of the apartment building.

"No- Seriously, you have nothing to freak out about! I figure it out for you, and make the opening!"

Before Yelena could object, Natasha was out of the door.

---

Natasha had asked to meet you at some nondescript coffee shop by Central Park. It wasn't out of the ordinary, meeting an Avenger in some otherwise innocuous location. Unlike other times though, this did seem like a genuine encounter. When you arrived, Natasha was already sat outside, with two coffees on a wire table.

"Hey, Nat! It's been a while!"

You'd been friends with the redhead for nearing a decade now - working with the Avengers as an intelligence officer on several occasions. On the third or fourth time, Natasha had taken a shining to you, and the pair of you became close friends.

Being close friends, she had, of course, gotten your coffee order dead on. It was a welcomed warmth in the late winter in New York.

"How've you been, Y/N?" she asks, taking a swig of her coffee. From there, the conversation flowed naturally, as if you'd seen each other yesterday. It was nice, pleasant even. You felt yourself relax into it, smiling as the odd joke came to light.

"Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?"

You furrow your brow, nodding.

"Of course?"

"Forgive me, if I'm overstepping, but I couldn't help but notice- You and Yelena? Are you two-"

A blush blooms across your face, and up your neck. You try and hide it with a sip of your coffee, but you fail miserably, choking slightly.

"What? Oh- No! No, no, no. We're just friends." You laugh nervously, coughing a few times. When you finally meet Natasha's eyes, there's a good natured humour in them. And, obviously, she had seen right through you.

"Is it that obvious?" you say, a frown meeting your expression. You'd thought you had been subtle.

"Afraid so," Natasha replies. This was good news, great news for her sister. An idea sparked though. She'd have to beg Yelena for her forgiveness though.

"You know... Yelena's free this Friday night."

Your brow furrows.

"I don't follow?"

Natasha laughs, setting her empty coffee cup on the table.

"Ask her on a date. I promise it'll go well."

Things clicked into place for you, and you roll your eyes. This was a double agent case. But that meant Yelena liked you back... Oh my god. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Hey! I had to play it cool, in case you didn't like her. Would've been really awkward if I was straight up and you weren't into her."

You couldn't argue with that logic. Finally, you find Yelena's contact on your phone, and type up a quick message.

Are you free Friday?

There's a short delay, albeit a touch too short, before Yelena responds.

Yes. Are you suggesting something?

How about a movie at mine? 7pm. Keep it casual. Like a casual date.

Yelena takes a little longer to respond this time. You hear Natasha's phone ding, and look up in time to see her laugh.

"She just called me a motherfucker."

---

Friday came all too quickly, and you found your palms sweating. You're not sure why. Your intentions had been perfectly clear when you messaged Yelena and asked her out. She knew what this was, and you did too. And it wasn't like you didn't know her - you'd warmed up to each other quite quickly once Natasha had introduced you both. Being closer in age to the younger of the sisters would do that.

To top it all off, you already had Natasha's approval. So there was nothing to be afraid of, right?

It was just you and Yelena, in your living room, watching a film.

Romantically.

Not as friends. Very very not as friends.

The microwave beeped from your kitchen, yelling at you that the popcorn had finished.

God, what am I doing?

The microwave opens with a thud when you pull the handle, grabbing the popcorn by the very corner. Holding it over the sink, you shake it a few times to disperse the butter, and get the kernels out. Fondly, you remembered it was Yelena who'd actually taught you that trick.

Finally, you dump it into a large bowl, and take it over to the living room. Netflix was already pulled up. You hadn't yet settled on what film to watch, and you'd be damned if you picked it on your own. Risk her not liking it. On your first date. The very thought sent a shudder through you.

You couldn't linger on it for too long, because the doorbell rung.

"Fuck! 7pm already," you whisper-shout to yourself, carefully dodging around the couch to get to the front door. Habitually, you look through the peephole. You're greeted with a fisheye view of the blonde, and open the door.

"Yelena! Hey!"

Why the fuck are you saying that like you didn't expect to see her. You literally invited her here.

Thankfully, she looked as nervous as you felt. Yelena smiled though, holding up a bag of M&M's.

"Hi. I brought these! Makes popcorn better," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Oh! Yea, of course, sorry!" you jumble out, stepping out of her way. You lock the door behind her as you close it, and follow her as she's already made her was to the living room.

"I didn't know what you wanted to watch, but I made popcorn!"

You're nervously fidgeting with your hands, surveying the living room situation. There were plenty of blankets, and pillows. The coffee table was in reach, with popcorn, and the new bag of M&Ms. You're too busy worrying to catch the soft look Yelena sends your way.

"We can pick off of your Letterboxd, don't you have that watch list? Movies are more your thing," she jokes, settling down with a pillow and blanket in the corner.

You agree, pulling out your phone and settling on the lounge. You're a little too tense, and sitting an almost awkward distance away from her. Not quite in her space, but not quite in yours either. You rattle off a few titles, and don't notice her creeping nearer until a hand rests on your forearm. You look at her.

"How about that one?" she asks, pointing to a movie poster on your phone. You become aware of how close she is.

"Yea... That'll work."

---

It'd happened almost 20 minutes ago now, but your knee was touching Yelena's under the blanket. It felt like electricity arcing up your body when it first happened, but now it had settled to a soft warmth. A pleasant warmth.

When the end credits rolled, Yelena stayed still for a while. Wrapped up in a blanket, leant against the armrest of the sofa.

"Wow. That was a good movie. Good taste," she said, sitting up. You liked the way her accent wove the words together. It made such a simple statement feel like the highest praise.

"Yea!" you say, standing up to take the bowl to the kitchen. "I'm glad I got to watch it with you." It's a tad sappy, but you meant it. Couldn't hurt to say on a first date.

"Do you know what time it is?" she asks from the living room, where she'd rolling up the blanket she had used. Your eyes stray to the microwave, which reads 10:30pm. You relay that information to her.

"Your place is pretty far away... I have a guest room you can use?"

"My my! Getting me to stay the night on our first date, that's very bold."

If she were anyone else, and if you'd known her for any less time, you would've panicked. A faux pas, and you would've passed out. But you could spot the jest in her tone. When you come back to the living room, she's smiling.

"I'd actually really appreciate that," Yelena says. Her tone is lower than before; more authentic. More tender. Simply more.

"Thank you for coming tonight." She looks at you, regarding you with a warmth that went just a step beyond friendship. A new dash of vulnerability.

Her hand rests on your outer forearm that's by your side. It was a sweet touch, an innocent one, too. But it felt perfect. Everything in this moment felt right, and you felt at ease.

"Can I kiss you?" Yelena asks. If you listened closely enough, dissected it with the proverbial knife, there was a touch of fear in her tone. You hadn't heard it, though.

Rather than answering, you lean forward, capturing her lips in yours. Like everything else, it felt right. It was chaste, and didn't last long enough. But for now it would be enough. It was more a promise. A beckoning call forward, a waiting hand.

Yelena's smiling when you pull away. You find yourself smiling too.

You show her to her room for the evening, and before you go to return to your own, you call out behind you.

"Night, Yelena!

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Hope y'all enjoyed! Like I said, I wrote this in one take at night, so forgive any mistakes! Requests are open!!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #marvel #x reader

[luvxiem]

the stars aligned for us

word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

TROPE: SEEING COLORS

ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember

his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time

despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care

after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?

but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate

it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)

however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception

he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart

this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you

he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.

you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.

as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.

pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.

your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.

"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN

woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss

injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate

luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest

did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did

the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back

eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether

he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?

but that fantasy couldn't last forever.

the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed

luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder

it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch

stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night

luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him

standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand

"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.

"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.

"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.

"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.

"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER

mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class

but there was one teeny little problem

ok actually it was a major problem

his timer seemed to be broken

instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades

because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"

this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether

if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care

that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022

he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair

mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers

the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours

the detective was antsy, understandably.

a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?

filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.

there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.

mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.

settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.

mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.

grinning, you spoke.

"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."

and mysta couldn't be happier.

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES

in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate

the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him

not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times

like in the middle of one of his experiments

or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers

or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city

yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?

so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead

but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether

they're your soulmate for a reason, after all

so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same

he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch

including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date

shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.

minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.

after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.

in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.

"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.

"i'm glad you found me too."

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

TROPE: FIRST WORDS

fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral

now vox knows he's hot

he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage

the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate

and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded

after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again

slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize

it was at one of these parties that he met you

beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.

sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.

"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."

at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.

it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."

WRITTEN ! 080222

#luvxiem.writing #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland fluff #luca kaneshiro fluff #mysta rias fluff #shu yamino fluff #vox akuma fluff #ike.txt #luca.txt #mysta.txt #shu.txt #vox.txt #uhhhhh i didn't mean to make luca's that long 😭😭😭😭 #might elaborate on his part in another post tho #mafia boss luca and his innocent med student s/o #kinda cute methinks 😖💓 #ue ue ue

[lookbluesoup]

Hydaelyn in Endwalker

At the risk of looking stupid online I'm going to field my perplexions about Hydaelyn that've been bothering me for months lol This post is... a little Hydaelyn critical. But I do offer that in good faith, I LOVE the character and I'm not trying to just trash her, I'm genuinely interested to hear other perspectives about it. (But please be nice, everyone is entitled to their own take)

Also this is not in response to anyone else's post. I haven't even seen any Hydaelyn posts circulating lately. I'm not vagueing anyone or trying to start drama. Just trying to sort out my own feelings about this character.

So my main takeaway from MSQ was that love is, ultimately, what saves you. That humans (including Ancients!) aren't perfect, and cannot love perfectly, but the shared love of you and others is still what saves you.

And, also, that grief is a part of life. Mistakes are a part of life. Conflict and loss happen, but they need not destroy you. Stand for doing right as best that you can, forgive yourself and keep trying, keep loving - both yourself and others.

There was an incredible amount of emphasis on not judging or hating one's enemies, about accepting the humanity in all of us and coming together, which I really loved.

There was also, of course, a huge rejection of self-sacrifice and martyrdom.

I saw all those themes in the Dark Knight quests a LOT (especially before the English translation changed so many scenes), and I assume Ishikawa was continuing that theme from Shadowbringers onward.

So again! I don't hate Hydaelyn!

But I feel like... at least in the English translation, she is still treated with excessive reverence, like a goddess, by the Scions - even ones it didn't really make sense to after her origin came out, like Y'sthola.

And at least on my first playthrough, while I like Venat a lot and love the drama of the Final Days pushing everyone into points of desperation, to their breaking points, and her decision to sunder the world definitely did ultimately help (help!) make it possible for us to defeat the Endsinger... I dunno.

To me she was still subject to the same arrogance as the rest of the Ancients. Whether her decision paid off or not, she still took into her hands the fate of the entire Star, she still made a decision that would result in millions of deaths.

And if we're going by Hydaelyn's own assertion, that each reincarnation is their own person, not just a missing piece of a whole... then to achieve her goal of a better world, she killed all the remaining Ancients except those three.

She chose to create a world where death and trauma would affect generation after generation - and she can say that it was for the greater good, for the world to survive. But that was essentially the Convocation’s justification too, in creating Zodiark and orchestrating the Rejoinings. Committing genocide to prove that genocide is wrong… is not noble.

The cutscene with her sundering the world, where the people insist they'll return to a world free of sorrow underneath a burning sky, could also NOT be how it actually happened. It had to be representational of her feelings and conclusion. Becoming Hydaelyn took coordination with her followers and planning.

At least in English, idk about the original Japanese, Hythlodaeus's shade describes the time of the Sundering as if the world wasn't in utter ruin at that point. It was beginning to heal, they had restored some natural systems, but the Ancients were short in numbers. At that point, they were done sacrificing their own people, in time they were going to sacrifice other life - plants and animals, to restore those lost brethren.

At the very least, Hythlodaeus's completely different account shows that the two sects of people post-Zodiark were viewing their sacrifice and end goal in completely different ways. Ethics aside, whether the competing goal was achievable or not… we will never know, because Venat stopped it from happening.

But I don't think either recounting has a monopoly on the truth. There was no One Truth, there were just competing needs and perspectives. And though Venat insists that unity is necessary to avert the Endsinger - she perpetuates this division. Azem refused her followers call to help summon Hydaelyn, and I think that's significant.

But I'll also acknowledge that Azem didn't manage to save the Ancients, either.

And you could argue that the Ancients were their own worst enemy. They kind of were.

Hermes was a really, really great caricature of severe, untreated Depression. And he had the powers of a god. His creations were sent to find a specific answer in the world beyond, and like their creator, they didn't have the tools to process hearing an answer other than what they were expecting. They were trapped in their own perspective. He was looking for answers in the stars, instead of in himself. Their own pain and inability to engage with emotion in a healthy way overwhelmed every encounter they had and created the very reality he so feared.

He did not use the proper channels for peer review before sending them out on their mission. Those rules, those checks and balances, that community approach to design, existed to protect the Ancients from their own power, and he deliberately acted in secret. He isolated himself from society, convinced himself his pain was something nobody could understand, made an island of himself and doubled down on his own jaded beliefs.

I don't know what kind of mental health facilities were available to the Ancients - we just don't have that information. But I do know that he was treated with patience and forgiveness by a significant number of colleagues, and his quirks weren't held against him. People did try to help and accommodate him, even if they didn't always understand. He had been promoted to a powerful position. I don't know if it's fair to blame anyone in particular, or even their society, for what happened. Because again... everyone was doing the best they could with what they had.

If anything, the problem was that literally any Ancient could have made a similar mistake in the right situation. They were ALL that powerful. Eventually chaos would happen. Sundered souls can certainly create destruction, but not on the same scale.

I don't personally agree with Hydaelyn's decision not to reach out to the Convocation. I understand being careful, and thinking through what the next step should be before acting. But there's a LOT of "maybes" in this argument:

And ultimately, it's her doing the same thing as Hermes, putting the power of judgement over an entire people in her own hands. She's assuming that she is in a unique position to decide the fate of the entire Star. It's not evil. But it's arrogant. She wasn't special among the Ancients, gifted with some unique wisdom. She was doing the best she could from her own perspective.

Plus... if half your population, and then another half again are about to sacrifice themselves... what have you got to lose by outing Hermes and/or trying to work with the Convocation to avert that loss of life? We don't have all the details, I'm willing to accept that there were circumstances that made it impossible, or at least made Venat decide against trying it. But even so. What did you have to lose leading up to the summoning of Zodiark? There was already panic and destruction at that point.

Hydaelyn sacrificed a lot of people to accomplish her goals. She made a goddess of herself and manipulated people like Minfilia on that basis. She killed so many children and stole so many lives even just by reincarnating Minfilia over and over on the First. She misrepresents the nature of the Ascians to the WoL, keeps secrets, and essentially charges you with being a crusader in her Holy War.

It's Emet- Selch who tries to bridge the gap. Not Hydaelyn. It's him who's willing to consider trying to achieve his goals without bloodshed, if you, the WoL, are strong enough. He says this to himself, out of anyone else's hearing. There's no reason for it to be a lie.

And just before Mt. Gulg, you can see Emet starting to question his beliefs about humanity because of the WoL's accomplishments. Hydaelyn has nothing to do with that. It's all you. And Emet succumbs to his own weaknesses too, so we never get to know what that might have happened if you'd had more time with him. He's not better than her.

But I think it's significant that he's the one who reaches out. Who's willing to consider a compromise at all.

In war you make sacrifices, I get that. But she was not more heroic, somehow, than the Ascians. Both sides were doing terrible things and denying the agency of mortals in order to achieve their ideal world.

So to me... she was not a benevolent incomprehensibly wise mother figure. Much like in real life we go from being kids who trust our moms implicitly, to adults who realize our mother was human and made mistakes, I think we’re supposed to recognize that Hydaelyn didn't do everything right and its our job to carry the future forward for subsequent generations, to learn from what came before, and hope that our own children do the same and forgive us for our own mistakes.

I think its very important to note that the WoL is just as much the Convocation's creation as Hydaelyn's. Without being rejoined as many times as they were, the WoL wouldn’t have survived. She saves you from the Ultima Weapon, Emet-Selch saves you from Elidibus, and its their powers combined that save you and your friends from the Endsinger. You are the legacy of each side’s imperfect love, equally.

WHICH brings me to my point of perplexion. Hydaelyn continues to be venerated. NPCs who know what happened continue to emphasize her side of things. I feel I must be missing something, because to me, the finale of Endwalker essentially shattered any idea that this was a Light vs Dark kind of story. People made choices. People made mistakes. It wasn't good or evil. It was human. We survived in spite of our mistakes because love was more powerful than our imperfections.

The Scions sacrificed themselves one by one just like the Ancients. And got brought back using energy from the Star... not all that different than what the Ascians had planned to do with their own brethren. I just don't see much functional difference there in the sentiments between either side.

I don't think we're supposed to hate Hydaelyn. I don't think she was evil. But I don't think she was better than the Ascians.

So while I don't expect, or want, characters to be condemning her left and right in the narrative, it's still baffling to me that there's such consistent, explicit reverence for her.

#ffxiv #ff14 #hydaelyn #venat #emet-selch #ascians #ancients #meta #shower thoughts #long post #endwalker spoilers #dark knight spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #text

[leahxxc3]

NETEYAM X READER (PART TWO)

Dictionary ✩

Ma eve nìt’iluke- My girl, forever.

Tìyo- perfection.

Narlor- beautiful

A/n- I’m not really happy w this idk but i’m just going to post anyway since i promised that I would today.

Also, I would appreciate if anyone would send me requests to write about. It would mean a lot so thank youu‼️🩶

Your head titled back, mouth wide open as loud moans flew through pandora.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect baby.” He moaned while doing steady and hard thrusts inside of you.

“Tìyo.” He muttered again and his sweet words made your pussy clench, causing Neteyam to smirk.

“You like to be reminded of how narlor you are?” A blush rose to your cheeks as you refused to speak back to him.

His hand was roughly placed on your waist but not enough to cause you pain.

You knew that you’d cum soon but he had just started so you tried to hold back for as long as possible but you couldn’t hold it for much longer.

“My sweet girl, looking so pretty just for me.” He muttered, biting his lip and letting his eyes wander down your body.

Neteyam’s cock continued to fill your hole and each time he slammed his thick length back inside of you, the closer you was to cumming all over him.

His large hand grasped your swollen breast which shook with every thrust he made inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum.” You barely managed to let out.

He ignored you and moved his face to your kneck, his fangs grazing your skin before piercing it.

“Neteyam!” the sharp pain then melted into a wave of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as a gasp left your parted lips.

His thrusts then began to get more aggressive as he kept leaving love bites across you kneck making your barck arch against the ground.

“Faster!” You pleaded as your orgasm began to build.

Your head tilted to the side causing Neteyam to removed his head from you neck and instead grab your cheeks, turning your face towards him.

“I want you to look at me when you cum so you know that i’m the only one who will ever be able to make you feel like this.” He grunted but refused to break eye contact with you.

His face then moved to your to the side of your head, his lips tickling your ear while he was still filling you up.

“You.” thrust.

“Are.” thrust.

“Mine.” He growled the last word and with one final hard push into you, his cock twitched and you both came in sync.

Tears brimmed your eyes as a loud scream left your throat and your cheeks flushed.

He buried himself back into you again but this time more gently and then pulled out.

Your body slumped as he laid himself next to you. Both of your chests rising fast after what happened.

You turned your head to look at him and his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

His hand grabbed your chin before a whisper left his lips.

“Ma eve nìt’iluke.”

It’s so short ik im sorryyy😭

#neteyam x reader #avatar #neteyam #atwow loak #atwow #books & libraries #neteyam suli x reader #avatar jake sully #avatar the way of water #jake avatar #lo’ak avatar #navi avatar #omaticaya clan #metkayina #navi oc #atwow smut #smut #avatar smut #neteyam smut #lo’ak sully #x reader #short story #neteyam atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow x y/n #atwow neteyam #atwow x reader #atwow x you #x you smut #atwow spider

[daegall]

Say it again.

pairing: boyfriend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, slight roadtrip!AU

warnings: is mentions of being pushed into the sea a warning also this is super cheesy idk

word count: 1k words

a/n: monch cronch im in love with black hair hyuck

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

Donghyuck is no gentleman, is what you've learned from dating him for 2 years. At least, not to other people. 

Mark Lee says he has too much of a soft spot for you, his teasing remarks are never as harsh as it is to his other friends, and he's much more loving. 

'Then go date him,' is all you had to say to Mark, with Donghyuck giggling at the thought of dating Mark a moment later. However, you think he is right. 

You've been dating for 2 years already, and not once have you told him you love him. Of course, you do love him. With your whole heart, but it's a little hard for you to express it through words. Donghyuck had first told you by the first 6 months of your relationship, and clarified that it was okay if you didn't say it back. 

It's been a year since then, and you wonder how he's been able to keep himself back from asking you every time you kiss his cheek or nod instead of saying it back. 

As you said, Lee Donghyuck is no gentleman to others, but to you, he is the gentlest. 

Hence why he spent over 2 weeks planning this trip, the current one you're on, a little trip to the beach, after seeing how incredibly stressed you've been due to midterms. 

And now here you sit, in his trunk, watching as he picks up shells from the bay. You went on over and decided to chill in the warm heater of the car after being pushed into the water by none other than your lover. You were going to scold him, if it weren't for his giggles and cheek kisses. They make you incredibly soft. 

This whole trip has you in a daze, unable to fully grasp the fact that Donghyuck really took his time to arrange all this. Your heart swirls and your insides feel too fuzzy for you to dislike it. 

The sensations grow stronger when Donghyuck comes running back to the car with a grin, his palms all full with pretty shells. 

"Hi baby, you doing okay here?" 

You can't help but grin back, nodding. "It's warm, I like it."

He plants his lips on yours momentarily, and mumbles, "Good to know," 

Donghyuck then drops all the shells in his hands, dusting all the sand off his fingertips. "Planning on giving the guys some shells, Chenle would go crazy for these things." 

A smile curls at your lips, knowing that Chenle would indeed go crazy for shells. You don't know why though. 

"Of course, you get most of them. All the pretty ones," 

If it were even possible, your smile stretches wider, reaching your ears, and you tighten the towel around you as if it would ground you from the amount of love you feel towards Donghyuck. 

And then it hits you. The urge to say the 3 words. It's so easy, it's perfect, you feel it completely towards Donghyuck, even if he's just tossing shells into a container. 

"I love you," It slips out without you knowing, oh so naturally, and you feel complete satisfaction when you say it. Why have you never done it before? 

Donghyuck doesn't seem to notice at first, as it came out as a quiet mumble. He does realize you've said something a moment later, turning to you. "Hmm, what was that baby? I didn't catch that,"

Your heart thumps, but it's not out of nervousness, it's excitement, it's pure happiness, it's love. Your lips part, and the words slip out once again, so naturally, and it feels 10 times better than before. "I love you,"

Donghyuck stops completely in his tracks, eyes widening and lips gaped. "W-what?"

"I love you."

Donghyuck scrambles next to you, his hands trembling as he takes yours in them. His touch is soft, softer than usual, intertwining them in a lock. "You love me?"

"I love you, goddamn it!" 

A smile finally lifts his lips up, his grin brighter than ever. His eyes glisten, and you're not sure if it's because of his happiness, or the glistening of the bright sun in his eyes, or tears. You want to believe he’s just feeling happy, you wouldn’t want him to cry.

It’s a little bit too late for you to be wishing that, as he sniffles with a laugh, dragging you into his embrace as he attacks your cheeks, your nose, chin, eyelids, every inch of your skin with kisses and much love. 

His hands leave yours as you try to push him away with laughs, instead clasping at your cheeks, as he leaves a long kiss on your forehead. He pulls away, alas, but you’re sure he’s not finished. Donghyuck has tears glistening on his cheeks, but they’re far from sorrow, they’re signs of love, adoration and utmost care. 

He sighs, almost dreamily, as you softly wipe his tears away. 

“Say it again,” He murmurs into your palm. 

“I love you,” You repeat. 

“Again?”

“I love you,”

“Again.”

“Lee Donghyuck, I love you! How many times must I say it before you believe me?”

This loving smile quirks up into a playful smirk, as he taps a finger to his chin to feign contemplation. “A thousand.” 

Donghyuck grows confused when you pull away from his hug, watching as you hop back into your seat in his car trunk. A knowing grin creeps on his lips when you get comfortable, and pull out your fingers. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love Lee Donghyuck, I love Donghyuck Lee, I love Peter Lee, I love my loving boyfriend whom I love–”

“Alright! I get it, you love me!” His playful and teasing tone is back, and his gaze has a hint of mischief as well, as he climbs next to you.

Instantly, he brings you into his embrace, planting a kiss on your lips, laughing at the light taste of sea salt and sand. There’s a silence between you too, ever so peaceful, as you listen to only Donghyuck’s heartbeat, and the swaying of the sea. 

Your lover breaks the silence not long after that, looking down at you, causing you to automatically look up at him.

“Say it one more time?”

“I love you, Lee Donghyuck,”

FInally, a sense of peace and assurance waves over him after minutes of disbelief. You can sense this, you can almost physically see it as he shuts his eyes as if to savor the moment. 

His fingers dance with yours in a lock, “I love you more.”

#lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck imagines #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #neoturtles #knet bakery #kflixnet #k-radio! #nct-writers #lee donghyuck scenarios #lee donghyuck fluff #lee donghyuck angst #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck drabbles #lee donghyuck blurbs #haechan #haechan imagines #nct #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct x reader #nct drabbles #nct blurbs #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct 127 imagines

[stevenssticks]

I STARTED A REVOLUTION SO THIS ONE’S FOR THE GWORLS‼️ FIRST TIME WITH STEVE VAI IM BEGGING WE ARE STARVING!! 🖤‼️

you asked and you shall receive bb<3

idk if you mean first time with steve or EVER so i’m going with first time ever to make it all sweet and loving

okay 1. he’s tall like 6’0 tall and ughh him w someone shorter than him is so💗💗💗💗

and like imagine him being older than reader by like maybe 10 years? not a crazy age gap compared to some other relationships but like it’s still significant. and he’s so much more experienced than you (aka you have none basically, besides getting fingered like once and giving head a couple times)

when you express this to him he’s so gentle and sweet about it. not childlike, you’re an adult and are definitely mature. not innocent. but he also makes sure to establish the fact that whatever you two do is at your pace. ohhh and the pet names!!!!! “honey” “sweetheart” UGHHH

anyway after some over the clothes touching, maybe a few times where he let you get off on his fingers, you finally feel ready to go all the way with him.

he gets you all laid out on the bed, naked while he’s stripped down to his boxers. he’s already so turned on, you can see how hard he is even through the fabric. you have a little wet spot on your panties from rubbing yourself on his thigh earlier, before panting out “wanna do it. wanna do it tonight.” in which steve ofc specified exactly what you mean. which led you to the position you’re in now.

steve being the gentleman he is makes sure to work you up before he properly fucks you. he gets down on his stomach in between your thighs, leaving kitten licks over your clothed cunt before pulling your underwear off and really going in. he sucks at your clit while he pushes a finger in you, then two, stretching you out for his cock. you’ve got your hands in his hair, grabbing and manipulating the strands. steve moans into you at this, and it makes you go absolutely wild. you can feel the bed move slightly and when you look down steve’s got his eyes closed, still sucking your clit while his hips push into the bed. fuck. he’s getting off on getting you off. what a fuckin dream.

once steve has you all loose on his fingers, he pushes back up into his knees, getting off the bed momentarily to shimmy out of his boxers. he’s long and pretty pink, you can tell he’s throbbing from where you lay on the bed waiting for him.

steve grabs a pillow that’s not cushioning your head to slide under your hips, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible before saying a little “okay, sweetheart?” in which you melt. answering with a quiet approval and then steve is pushing into you, and then you’re gone.

the stretch is so good, so delicious and perfect. he’s praising you, telling you how well you’re doing, how good you feel coupled with moans of his own. shimmying his hips to nudge deeper into you until he’s buried to the base. he leans over you, bringing you in for a kiss as he starts to move, lifting one of your legs to secure around his hip.

“fffuck you feel so good. oh shit..” steve murmurs into your skin. hips circling and pushing in and out of you so slowly before he picks up the pace. one of his hands is cradling your jaw, while the other roams up your torso. tweaking your nipples before skating down to press on your stomach so he can feel himself in you. “you feel that? that’s me. so deep in you honey. taking me so well.” (AAAAA)

he moves even further down to rub your clit, slow tight circles that make your brain feel like it’s seeping out through your ears. your eyes roll back and you’re suddenly hit with your orgasm, fast and hard. legs trembling and a couple tears falling from your eyes that steve kisses away as they fall.

“that’s it pretty.. did so well. just a little longer, you’re gonna make me cum. ohh fuck. fuck! m’ cumming-!”

and then steve is spilling inside you. you thank the lord you’re on birth control in that moment as you lay there with steve on top of you, breathing each other in and basking in the moment together<3

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WOAH THATS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D WRITE. ENJOY!

#there’s not much to tag here #asks and replies #p’s thots(^ ^*) #steve vai #white snake #david lee roth #steve vai x reader

[ghostxrose]

Worship Me Like I Worship You | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader

Summary ~ You love Katsuki. You worship him like the God he is. You would do anything for him. So what is this switch that flipped in your mind when you finally have him?

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Psycho!Reader, yandere themes, characters are in their 20's, stalking, roofying, dubcon/noncon but sex doesnt happen, Idk what else to tag.. psycho-shit, I guess lol

Note ~ Hey y'all.. I really have no explanation for this one.. I wanted to try my hand at writing twisted/psycho stuff and this is what I churned out. Now, it is based off of a couple of songs (All Around Me by Flyleaf and God Complex by Violent Vira) so just like Nicotine, I'm sorry if it's cringe. Welp, buckle in Lovelies because Reader really said "Marbles? What marbles??"

The day you got hired on as a secretary for Dynamight’s hero agency was the single greatest day of your life. You had been following the progress of Dynamight’s career since he started to get famous back in high school. Ever since you were thirteen years old and had first seen him on your TV during the UA Sports Festival his first year, you had known that he was the one.

Every video, news article, and picture uploaded online of Dynamight, aka Katsuki Bakugo, was automatically saved to your phone or computer so that you could look at him anytime you wanted. His loud and brash personality, explosive Quirk, and frequent encounters with villains made sure to keep him within the media’s sights and it really felt like he was all around you.

“Every time I see his face.. it’s like he’s thickening the air I’m breathing but in the best way possible. Like I’m burning and not used to seeing him, not used to seeing a God. Something about him makes me feel like I’m alive.” You dazedly tried explaining to a friend one day when they had noticed your obsession taking off not long after Katsuki’s hero debut.

Of course, your friend had no idea what you were going on about and had looked at you with such concern and.. fear. You couldn’t understand how your friend didn’t see the white light that shone behind Katsuki, illuminating the sacred being so brightly that you cry sometimes. How, in your dreams, Katuski takes your outstretched hand and promises to never leave you as you shout your beliefs in him, tell him that you worship him, and make sure he knows that he owns your heart and soul.

Now, years later, you no longer speak to that friend or any of your old friends. You don’t speak to anybody, really, but you don’t care. All you need is Katsuki and now, working at his agency, you’re going to have him.

Your Quirk, when it manifested, was registered as a weak and non-threatening anesthetic gaseous-type Quirk. When activated, your Quirk came out of your mouth upon an exhale as a colorless and odorless gas that you could control the potency of if you were to train it. The only tell that your Quirk had when it was activated was your body feeling physically colder to the touch. And, luckily enough for you, you are immune to the effects of your anesthetics with the exception of hypothermia from overuse.

Weak and non-threatening; that’s what your Quirk had been.. when you were a little kid. But you’ve trained with it in secret over the years, your test subjects being any animals you could get close enough to and unsuspecting people. You have worked hard to master the levels of potency depending on the subject, the proximity you would need to be to a subject, and keeping yourself warm so as to keep from developing hypothermia when pushing the limits of your Quirk.

You spent years putting together your plan and perfecting every single detail. The final piece of your puzzled plan falling into place when you discreetly snagged the Quirk canceling cuffs from an overly flirtatious officer that was chatting you up one day at the agency. You had blown a puff of weakly potented gas their way and the fucker had spent the next 20 minutes in a dazed high too busy poorly flirting with you to realize that you had made any move to touch them at all.

Currently, it’s a little after ten at night and Katsuki has just walked into the agency to finish up his shift then change out of his hero costume. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked not far from his in the lot and getting into character. You have about twenty five to thirty minutes until Katsuki walks out of the building and to his car, the perfect amount of time.

Your forehead is resting against the top of your steering wheel, your hands clutching the sides tightly with white knuckles, and loud sobs leave your mouth. A knocking on your window startles you and your head jerks up to see who it could possibly be at this late hour. There is a watery and truly pitiful look on your face when your eyes connect with sharp crimson ones.

You reach a shaky hand out to the door handle and open it slowly so Katsuki has time to move back to allow you to open the door fully. Your car’s interior lights don’t kick on, in fact none of your car’s lights come on, when you open the door and you let out a pathetic whimper.

“What are you still doing here?” Katsuki asks, his gruff tone holding slight irritation and discomfort.

Mentally you melt over the sound of that rough voice speaking words to you. You let the sound play on loop in your mind as you answer him in the most ‘helpless-damsel-in-distress’ voice you can manage.

“I-I’m s-so s-sorry, Dynamight, S-Sir.. M-my car w-won’t s-start.. I-I’m not s-sure wh-what’s wrong with i-it..” You stutter out between sobs.

“You didn’t think to call a friend to come get ya? Or maybe a tow truck?” Katsuki questions exasperatedly and you let out a couple more sobs.

“I-I h-haven’t m-made any fr-friends, y-yet.. I-I’m s-still new a-around h-here.. Pl-plus m-my ph-phone i-is d-dead..” You cry and stutter out then put your face into your hands.

Katsuki lets out a heavy and annoyed sigh, “Okay, okay, just calm down. Fuck, alright, let me take a look. I know some shit about cars.”

Your head snaps up and you look at him with max amounts of pathetic relief, “R-really?! Th-thank y-you so much, Dynamight!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, and just call me Bakugo. I’m not in my damn hero gear right now. And pop the hood.”

“S-sorry, Bakugo..” You quietly apologize, then attempt to look for the lever to pop the hood. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the emotions of Katsuki’s short fuse flicker across his face before he schools his features and takes a deep breath.

“Move. I’ll do it.” He says curtly and you move out of the way for him.

“Thank you so much, Katsuki.” You say, your voice sultry and free of the shaky patheticness it’s held the whole time.

“The fuck did you just s-” He tries to angrily question but you’ve already blown a cloud of gas his direction and the effects are almost immediate. His face changes to surprise as his body gives out and falls back into your driver’s seat, then within seconds his eyes close and his breaths deepen.

You act quickly, pulling the Quirk canceling cuffs from behind your back and securing them around his wrists. You hum a happy tune to yourself as you move his unconscious body to the back seat with minimal struggle. Luckily, you have been hardcore working out in preparation for this part of the plan. You just knew that like any other God out there, Katsuki was built and densely packed full of muscle.

Once you have him situated in the backseat, you pop open the hood, reconnect your battery, then slide into the driver’s seat and start the car. ‘I know some shit about cars too, my lovely Katsuki!’ You think with a giggle as you leave the parking lot.

You drive for a few hours, occasionally blowing mentally measured doses of anesthetic gas into the backseat to keep Katsuki asleep. Finally, you drive carefully down a dirt road that leads to an old family farmhouse that you have fond memories of. The better of those memories being the most recent ones where you came out here to prepare the house so that it may be fitting of a God such as Katsuki. Though as you half drag, half carry his unconscious body into said house, something in you begins to feel.. ungratified.

You bring Katsuki to the guest room on the first story of the house and get him onto the bed. As an extra precaution, you blow a bit more gas into his face before going back out to the car to get your bags. Quickly getting back into the house and locking the front door behind you, you bring all of your stuff to the guest room and get to work.

In hindsight, it may have been a bit excessive buying chains to keep Katsuki in place.. but what if the cuffs failed at some point, huh? If you used rope then he would be able to blast right through them. At least chains would give him more of a challenge, and if there is anything that you know for sure about Katsuki, it’s that he loves a challenge.

So you get to work chaining each of his ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed. Then you disconnect the chain between the wrist cuffs and attach chains to each of his wrists that connect to the headboard. You stand back to look over your work, to take in his peaceful sleeping features, and realize that maybe you should have changed him before chaining him up.. Oh well, too late now, hopefully his jeans are comfy. All that’s left to do is wait for Katsuki to wake up.

It takes a total of three and a half hours for Katuski to finally stir and begin to wake from his forced slumber. Grumbles of slurred curses fall from his mouth and his eyes flutter open as he brings a hand up to his head. You watch this whole waking process from a chair in the corner of the room, some thoughts that have accumulated over the last few hours weighing heavy in your mind.

“Where the fuck am I? The fuck’s going on?” Katsuki angrily asks, the slur of his words starting to wear off.

“You are in the presence of your biggest worshiper, Katsuki.” You answer calmly, your legs crossed and hands clasped in your lap.

“Jesus fucking christ! I’m gonna kill you, you psychotic bitch!!” Katsuki shouts and aims a hand at you in an attempt to send a blast your way while he also tries to launch himself off the bed.

When neither action is successful he stares down at himself in horror while you just let out a semi-tired sigh. He looks back up to you as horror, shock, rage, and whatever else may be bubbling under his skin fights over who gets to contort his face.

“Maybe I was your biggest worshiper.. I’ve been having some interesting thoughts and feelings since we got here.” You ponder out loud as you pick at the threads of your pants.

“You’re fucking crazy!! What the fuck have you done to my Quirk?! Do you know how fucking screwed you’re about to be when people find out you’ve.. Find out about what you’ve done?! Ever heard of fucking Tar-”

“Enough, Katsuki.” You say sharply while holding a hand up. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Why you became a hero? So you could be praised? Loved? Worshiped like the God you are? I mean, your full hero name is Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You say, a now dark and twisting devotion gleaming in your eyes and a small smile on your lips.

“You have always been a God to me, Katsuki. Someone I have always found worthy of my love and devotion and worship. But finally having you here with me, something has changed..” You look down from Katsuki to stare intensely at a spot on the floor.

“You mean you finally lost your last fucking marble?!” Katsuki snarls out as he looks at the chains on his limbs.

“You can’t lose something you never truly had, my lovely Katsuki.. No no, it’s these feelings inside of me. They’re not so much conflicting as they are two sides of the same coin..” You try to explain but Katsuki is having none of it.

“You’re not making a lick of fucking sense to me, psycho bitch! Now, let me the fuck out!!” He shouts but you wave him off which aids in pissing him off more.

“My old feelings.. I’ve spent all of these years screaming to you that I wanna be your true love, the only one for you.. That I could be just who you need.. But now.. These new feelings.. I want to be the God now.” You say, your voice distant as pieces inside of you click.

You stand from your chair and Katsuki’s body tenses as he glares harshly at you and snarls. You step towards him with the body language and face of a mother who is trying to sweetly calm their child. Right as Katsuki brings his hands up, making to punch at you, you blow an invisible cloud of low dose anesthetic gas towards him.

You watch as his body relaxes and his glare softens to something more neutral-dopey. You send him just a little bit more, just to ensure your own safety, and wait for it to take effect before you climb onto the bed. You straddle his lap, your arms looping over his shoulders, and look into his clouded and dazed crimson eyes.

“Won’t you just plead for me now, Katsuki?”

“Y-yess..”

“You make me your God, Katsuki, and I’ll tear down the sky for you.”

“Y-Youu w-willl?”

“Mhmm, I’ll do it all for you for life, my love. We are meant to be, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“W-wee a-re m-eant t-to be..”

“Darling, please worship me..” You breathe against his neck, then start to kiss along it slowly.

The bottom of his jaw is as far as your lips get before something is suddenly coiling around your body and yanking you away from Katsuki. You shove down the urge to scream in favor of pulling in air so that you can exhale a large cloud of anesthetic gas but something wraps around your nose and mouth before you get the chance.

Your eyes dart to the doorway and connect with the glowing green eyes of Pro Hero Deku. Tears involuntarily begin to pour from your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s the fear, heartbreak, or lack of oxygen that’s getting to you. Your cries are muffled as Deku brings you closer to himself via the tendrils of his Blackwhip. He turns your body away from him while he slaps Quirk canceling cuffs on your wrists but you can feel his livid and burning gaze melting through your skull the whole time.

“Z-Zuku? Y-you’re here?” Katsuki questions dazedly from the bed.

It’s then that you see the ring on Katsuki’s left ring finger. It’s glowing a slowly pulsing red color and you scream at yourself for not checking him for tracking devices.

“Yes, Kacchan, I’m here. It’s okay now, Kacchan, you’re safe.” Deku says as he moves over to the bed to free Katsuki, all while Blackwhip squeezes tightly around you.

“Th-thanks, Zuku. Love you.” Katsuki murmurs to Deku but you could still hear him.

“I love you too, Kacchan, let’s go home.” Deku says as he breaks the final chain and picks up Katsuki.

“If there is any God that Kacchan worships it’s me, you psychotic bitch.” Deku darkly informs you as Blackwhip squeezes you even tighter and he drags you out of the house.

Note ~ Sooo.. did you like the little sprinkle of BKDK at the end there? Cute, right? *insert nervous laughter* Anywho, I hope that this fic does better here than it did on my AO3, Nicotine certainly has, so I have some hope. Stay tuned, My Lovelies, I think I'll start posting my newest fic soon! Oh and.. Happy Valentines Day, Lovelies, much loves to you all! <3

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