#kinda smutty

[sepherinaspoppies]

Riding the Dragon- Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: after a great dinner with Aemond, he decides to give you a ride on his motorcycle, a Dragon T6.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, public smut, pussy on bike, cum play?, reader getting off on Aemond's bike, some tiddy succin, mentions of p in v sex, I think that it?

wc: 3,064

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notes: this is my first time writing in reader's pov? the whole 'you' kind of perspective. I apologize if it sucks ass, I wanted to try something different. And can y'all believe I wrote majority of this when I was ovulating? HAHA

“I had a really nice time tonight.” The man in front of you says with a content and flirtatious smile on his pretty chiseled face. 

Heat coats through your cheeks to the tip of your ears. Definitely not the effect of the two glasses of wine you’d drunk not too long ago. Wine hardly ever did a number on you to slightly fuddle your conscience. 

You give him a sheepish grin, scraping the tips of your heels against the pavement, shying away from the intensity that his eye holds. “Same here. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

His face contorts in a way that clearly indicates that the feeling is in fact very, mutual. “Mind if I take down your number?” He asks, pulling out the latest new Iphone from his pocket. You only engaged in conversation through the dating app both of you met in and you thought it seemed only fair to give him your number after weeks of meeting him.

He taps a few things on his screen before you’re met with a white screen with only your first name and birthday typed. It is then when you wonder how he came about on knowing your birthday, if you had ever mentioned it in your electrifying conversations either on the app or this date. Most likely the second option. 

You knew his name, well if you’d call it that, supplying you only his first initial. By his angelic looks, he was definitely of Valyrian descent. And you hate how much of a sucker you were for those blonde bitches. You knew he was in the last year of university, double majoring in political science and business here in the capital. You also knew he had a geriatric maine coon cat, Vhagar, who’d stuck with him since he was a child. 

But that was pretty much it. 

You nod, typing out the most critical information both of you needed in order to secure the second date. “Here you go,” you hand back his phone with such caution that causes his lips to quiver in a smirk. 

He leans forward, too forward in a way you feel his breath steadily fanning your face and the warmth that radiates through his chest. You don’t pull away as his head lowers, keeping your gaze steady with his, admiring the amethyst hue of his lone eye that twinkles against the low street lights. 

A snakes his hand around your hips, which normally you’d slap away if it was any other man. But he was different. A rare gentleman who bought you a single winter rose even when you were five minutes late, let you devour the fries off his plate, and hashed your steak without asking. 

You wanted him to kiss you and perhaps even more. 

You wouldn’t say no. If anything you’d whimper out a simple “please” if it came to that. 

However, just as you expect his lips, it doesn’t come. He pulls away with a lupine smirk on his face, waiting for a response to a question you did not hear.

You cough away the slight embarrassment, “What?” 

“I asked what your password was,” 

Before you process how he did it, you see him wave the gray screen of your phone around your face, waiting for the six digit code. 

Oh. 

“I got your number but you did not get mine and you’re gonna need it when I take you out to dinner again.” The blonde in front of you points out. 

True.

It almost feels too goofy revealing the code that multiple of your friends tease you for. Nevertheless, you stutter out the numbers: one, two, three, four, five, and six. 

You hear him dryly laugh, shaking his head side to side as he types out the three sets of numbers. “Mmm, you need a better password, darling. One might think you want your personal information stolen,” He teases. You shift your thighs to a close at the term of endearment, already feeling the slightest tingles in a place where you desired him the most. 

You make a sound of agreement making a mental note to change it later tonight. After he hands back your phone, he combs back the loose silvery hair out of his face into a neat bun that well flatters his face. “Take mine for example; it’s five, twenty-two, one-thirty. Easy to remember.” 

“Is that your cat’s birthday?” You questioned. 

“No. It’s the day we matched on Tinder.” 

You are lost for words. Not even you knew the exact date you matched with him, only knowing it was around a few weeks ago. Judging by your reaction, he knew what you were thinking. 

After a few more rounds of flirtatious conversations, you both decided to call it a night, waving each other goodnight as you watched as he sped up in a black, shiny Dragon T6, a vintage motorcycle that was the second most precious thing he owned. (The first being Vhagar). You’d be lying if that wasn’t one of the list of reasons why you swiped right. A tall Valyrian man, with long locks, that rode a motorcycle definitely modeled the countless dark romance books you’d spent hours reading. 

To your frustration, the price of Uber had doubled the amount you’d paid for hours ago. Not even Uber Share happened to be near your price range. For ten gold dragons, you could buy a week’s worth of groceries!

So you sighed, turning off your phone. Your usual bus was still in service and way cheaper than the ridiculous prices of Uber. And while it was too late to be out by yourself, it was a risk you were willing to take. 

As you rummage through your wallet for some copper coins, you hear a deep, rumbling sound of an engine revving up close to where you stand. 

It’s him. Braking his bike on the side of the road where you are. His expensive Lysene suit coat no longer hugged his body, wearing only a white dress shirt that was half unbuttoned, giving you an impeccable view of his perfectly rounded cleavage and the multiple hidden tattoos you didn’t know he had. 

“Hop in,” He says, pointing his head to the side. It was not a request but a demand. 

You tilt your head, unsure whether to say yes or no. “Is it safe?” You ask. His chest moves, seemingly laughing as he opens the visor of his helmet. “Of course it is. I’m a cautious driver, never had an accident and I don’t think I ever will. I made sure to drink water after a glass of wine, so I’m not under the influence.” 

He narrows his eye, observing the hesitation written throughout your face. He offers the spare helmet from his bag and hopes that it will coax the uneasiness. 

“If you’re so dubious about it then by all means the bike is yours to drive.” 

It’s your turn to laugh because the thought of you riding something of high value and rarity seemed absurd and silly. You were someone who did not have experience in driving in general whilst also being terrified of the narrow and steep roads of King’s Landing. 

But there was no humor in A’s eye. 

“You’re not serious are you?” 

He powers off the bike before he scoots back from his seat. “I am.” He eagerly pats the spot he has saved for you. 

“You do realize that this is a Dragon T6, right? They practically don’t make these anymore!” You gesture your hands around the expensive looking machine that was probably worth more than your left kidney. 

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms on his chest. “What’s your point?”

You scoff playfully, “My point is that manufacturers don’t make these anymore and if I crash it–”  

“–You should have a little more faith in yourself. Maybe this will come naturally to you but you’ll never know if you don’t try.” 

You can’t help but exhale in slight failure. This was a conversation you knew you couldn’t win with him. “Look, I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t feel comfortable doing but I happen to be a great teacher. And if you do crash I’ll buy another, they aren’t that expensive anyways.” The Valyrian man shrugs as if thousands, or hundred thousands of gold dragons were nothing. 

You mutter a “fine” under your breath which makes him all giddy with excitement and slides the helmet down your head. He double checks if it's secured before he lifts you to sit properly on his bike. 

“Or I have one or two things in mind of how you could repay me.” 

Every single piece of information he hurled your way was taken deep into your head. And you did your best to pay attention to it all under the sharp needles of nerves going through your spine. At some point he had given you little rubs up and down your back to soothe your nerves. The effect was anything but that, instead all you could think about was how his hands would feel against the bareness of your body.

Fuck. 

You tried to push those lewd thoughts away as he demonstrated the anatomy of the Dragon T6. The ignition was a little red switch right below the speedometer, whilst the clutch was on the left hand side and the accelerator in your right. The gear shift was something you had to get used to as it was not on your eye level but rather a small little lever near your foot. 

Once he feels you’ve gotten the grasp of how everything works it was time for the ultimate test. “Alright now we start. Are you ready?” He asked with an eager smile tugging his lips. 

No.

You nod your head, adjusting the mirrors to match your height. You feel the tips of his fingers lift and turn your chin towards him, “Use your words, darling.” There it was that name again that made you clutch your thighs together. You audibly gulp, “Y-yes I’m ready.”

“Good,” His hands squeeze at your hip bones to bring you closer to him. Your eyes widen almost comically to what you assume is his cock pressing insistently onto your ass. It was hard, and through the thin material of your dress you could feel it throbbing full of want and need. Gods, how will you ever focus now?

A brief image flashed through your mind of how much and what was packing underneath his undergarments. The length and thickness and how it would feel wrapped around your palm as you’d stroke him from base to tip, or the taste of him as you’d take him inside your mouth, or having his full length stuffed deep inside you as he fucked you dumb. 

Something tells you that he knows what you are thinking but neither of you speak about it. 

Finally, he takes your hands onto the handles of the clutch and the accelerator and you, being a step ahead, check if the gear is on neutral before you release the clutch and to your satisfaction it is. The blonde behind you smiles at you proudly like a teacher would to their student. 

“Now, you’re gonna slowly release the clutch and twist the accelerator slightly…there you go, good girl. You’re doing such a good job.” He coos at your ear. 

The beat of your heart raced almost out of your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a small accomplishment or the low timbre of his voice praising you but you welcomed it. 

With confidence you didn’t know you had, you decided to drive the rest of the way to your apartment without complications and took up every tip the man behind you advised. The cool air kissing your skin and the adrenaline wildly pumping through your veins, awoke something in you and slowly you began to comprehend why A loved riding. 

You had felt like a small bird taking its first flight through the skies. 

When you both reached the parking lot to your apartment, you returned his helmet and a small part lingering inside you did not want to let it go. You enjoyed it and the freedom it brought you.  

“That was so fun! I can’t believe it was that easy. Think I need to save me up for one of these,” You quipped patting the bike. 

He throws his head back to let out an amused laugh, “Or I can just give you this one,” A tone of nonchalant laced through his voice. 

You look at him baffled, “I was–” 

“–But first we need to get you your license before I–” 

“–Absolutely not, I was jesting.” You snipped, making him roll his eyes with a slight pout drawing out his lips.

“You’re stubborn and difficult, has anyone told you that?” You chortle thinking of the numerous times you’ve been called that. 

“Plenty of times but I reckon this won’t be the last.” 

He hums tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, “I guess I have to fuck it out of you.”

You blink.

The hue of your cheeks increased tenfold, your feet and body became paralyzed to what he had just confessed. 

Had he just said that to shut you up? If so it worked. 

You didn’t know how to respond to something as bold as that and to your inclination you lowered your head but the blonde behind you couldn’t have that. You felt the tips of his fingers roughly grip your jaw to meet his gaze. The amethyst hue of his eye turned into a darker shade of violet as he eyed between your eyes then your lips. 

Every part of you screamed for him to kiss you or to do something to appease the longing. 

You instinctively parted your lips when his head began to dip towards your lips. The tip of his nose brushed delicately against your own then it slowly trailed to sniff at your neck, the sweet smell of spiced peaches. 

“Nyke jaelagon ao,” He whispered in his mother language. 

“Pār emagon issa,” You said before you mentally said ‘fuck it’ and knocked the wind out of him with a kiss. 

He lets out a mix between a growl and a groan as he feels your wandering hands tugging the roots of his hair. Something you yearned to do ever since you saw how long and silky his hair was. 

And Gods did it meet your expectations. 

His lips moved against yours most ardently and with equal fervor. It was hungry and needy the way your teeth clashed with his, tongues dancing for dominance until you hissed when he bit your lower lip. 

You melted into his warm embrace, deciding to tease him by rubbing your palm on his clothed length, detecting a damp patch. You shot your eyes open, separating away your lips. 

“Did you just cum?” You panted heavily. 

A smirked, “I came when you first got on the bike and I was about to cum right now.” 

You quirked a brow, “That’s what did it for you?” Redness coated his cheeks and before you knew it his lips were on you again and his hands lifted the hem of your dress, exposing the black lacy panties you wore just for him. 

“Incase you get lucky,” Your best friend Sara teased just the day before when you and her took a shopping trip to a Lysene lingerie store. 

Through some imaginary telepathic communication, you thanked Sara. 

He groaned feeling the wetness that gathered through your folds. You weren’t just wet, you were dripping like honey on a hot summer’s day. A mischievous idea popped into his mind, something so lewd that made the head of his cock twitch with excitement. 

You squealed as he swiftly turned you around and twisted the ignition switch on. Was he going to make you drive in this state? 

“Move your panties to the side.” He commanded behind you. 

You pushed away the curiosity and did what he bid you to do. “Good girl. Now lean forward a bit.” You shifted yourself forward until you could feel the warm metal of his seat pressing tenaciously at your bare cunt. 

A gasp turned into drawn out moans as the blonde behind you revved the accelerator at a speed that made stars appear in your eyes. It felt good, so obscenely good that all thoughts about being in a public setting flew right over your head. 

You began to grind yourself with the vibrations, creating as much friction to your bud as you could. 

“That’s it, darling,” He encouraged behind you, increasing power to the accelerator just enough for your arousal to coat his bike. “Fuck yourself on my Dragon.” 

You clenched around nothing, whining as you felt the pure waves of ecstasy slithering down your spine. It was unlike anything you ever felt, not even the vibrator you owned made you topple over the edge.

In ten seconds or less, you loudly moaned, not caring who heard or saw you, as your legs shaked and the coil around your stomach loosened, cumming absolutely hard. 

Your limbs felt entirely spent as if you ran three laps around Rhaenys’ hill. 

“Mmm, do not get too comfortable, now, darling.” He boasted smugly as his fingers scoop your honey to his lips, humming at the delicious taste. “I haven’t even fucked you senseless yet and after witnessing this I want nothing more but to ruin your ability to walk straight for week.” 

A low whine escaped your lips at the thought of him roughly taking you. “Is that what you want?” He questioned, lowering the straps of your dress to expose your breasts to his gaze. 

You sighed contently, feeling his tongue enclosing around your perk nipple. “Yes please,” You tenderly loop your fingers through his hair. 

“I promise I will never make you beg,” He murmurs against your breast, “But you sound so pretty when you do.” 

He had kept true to his word as he not only bent you over his bike as he fucked you raw, but took you three more rounds on your couch, bed and shower until you absolutely passed out in his arms. And for the rest of the week you couldn’t walk straight without limping. Thanks to Aemond Targaryen. 

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[hazbinwhoree]

Hello! I got to say, so far you'r my favorite writer to Adam, im obsessed with the way you write him. Could I ask for a scenerio where he makes reader squirt for the first time in her life? (Or after life). I can see him being all proud of himself while reader just lays there embarressed cuz "holly shit that never happened bofore, is he okey with the mess?"

Peak Orgasm

A/N: Thank you!

“Guess how many times I’ve actually cum in my life.” Adam liked this game. “I’m guessing it’s a low number,” he said. “It is.” “Ten.” “Lower.”

“Lower than ten?” Adam gasped.

“Once,” (Name) dropped. “I’ve come once in my life. My ex managed it. Once. I’ve never managed it, I overstimulate myself.”

Adam’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking. You’ve only had an orgasm once? Did you squirt?”

(Name) blushed. “No, I don’t think I can do that.”

“...I can make it happen.”

The tension in the air is thick.

“Oh yeah?”

And Adam is on her in seconds, slamming his lips against hers. (Name) kissed back fervently, winding her arms around his neck. Adam pulled her into his lap. (Name) could feel his erection. His sex drive never failed to amaze her.

Adam’s tongue invaded (Name)’s mouth and she moaned. Adam’s hands travelled downwards, cupping her breasts. He pulled back for a moment to pull (Name)’s shirt over her head. His eyes lingered on her bare breasts and he grinned. “Nice rack.”

(Name) rolled her eyes.

Adam was immediately back on her, reconnecting their lips. His hands groped her chest, pinching and teasing her nipples. (Name) moaned, arching her back. Adam began sucking and biting down the column of her neck, leaving his mark.

(Name) whimpered, the sensations going straight to her core. Adam smirked against her neck. “Does that feel good baby?”

His hands left her chest to tug at the waistband of her pants. He laid her on her back on the bed and she raised her hips to allow him to slide the clothing off. Adam kissed down her body until he was between her thighs, kissing each inner thigh.

Then he began to eat her out like she was his last meal.

He alternated sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue. (Name) cried out, reaching down and getting an iron grip on Adam’s messy hair. She tugged at it as his tongue worked, and Adam groaned, the vibration against (Name)’s pussy only causing her to tug harder.

When her legs started twitching and shaking, Adam pulled back with one last, long lick from her opening to her clit.

(Name) was breathing heavily and frowning. “Why’d you stop?”

“The goal is to make you cum, not make you overstimulated.”

Adam pulled his shirt over his head before yanking down his pants and boxers. (Name) swallowed when she saw his dick. He was big, he didn’t call himself Dickmaster for nothing. She briefly wondered if he would fit. He’d be the biggest she’d ever taken.

Adam smirked, pumping his dick in his fist slowly. “Like what you see?”

(Name) blushed.

“You think you can take it?”

(Name) nodded wordlessly.

“Good.”

He sat on the bed and gestured for (Name) to come to him. She crawled over to him on shaky legs. Adam dragged her into his lap, positioning her over his dick.

“This should be the least painful position,” he offered.

He lined himself up, his tip poking at her entrance. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said. (Name) was more than ready. She began to slowly sink down, taking his length inch by inch. When she was fully seated in his lap, she bit his shoulder as her body adjusted to the stretch.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “You took it so well,” Adam cooed. “Tell me when I can move.”

After a minute, the pain dissipated and the stretch became pleasurable. “You can move,” (Name) whispered. Adam began to slowly roll his hips, thrusting up into her. The friction earned a pleased moan from (Name) and Adam smiled.

He tried to keep the pace slow and gentle but his self-restraint was waning. His pace began to pick up in speed and intensity, (Name) letting out little “Ah!”s every time he thrust up into her. Adam reached down between them and found her clit, circling it with a slender finger.

(Name) bit her lip before gasping. Adam timed his thrusts with rubbing her clit and (Name) slowly got louder and louder as Adam got faster and faster.

Sure enough, (Name) could feel her orgasm steadily building. Whether or not Adam would finally bring her to release or just end up overstimulating her was to be determined. Adam was panting as he continued to thrust.

He was getting close, but he was determined to get (Name) off first.

The coil in (Name) stomach tightened and she gasped. “I-I think I’m close,” she panted. Adam grinned, continuing thrusting and circling her clit at a deliberate pace. (Name)’s moans got higher and louder before she came with a cry.

Adam silently celebrated when he felt a wetness against his lower stomach. It also made him cum, and he made sure to cum as deep inside of her as he could.

(Name) was in shock. “Holy shit, that felt so good.”

Adam grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. “Told you I could make you squirt.”

(Name) looked down between them, at the mess on Adam’s hand and lower stomach, growing embarrassed. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

Adam shook his head. “Don’t apologize, baby, that was hot.” He was so proud of himself.

(Name) blushed, still coming down from her high, Adam still buried inside her.

“Besides, I made a mess in you, so…”

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[personwhowrites]

Unforgettable wedding

Platonic TF 141, Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader (18+)

Wc: 6.1k

Cw: Drinking, fingering,vagial sex, unprotected sex, sex in car, slightly possessive Ghost?Teasing, strong language, No use of y/n

Nicknames given: Princess, Doll, Good girl, Baby

Summary: A high school friend (Rachel) invited you to a wedding, you declared you had a lover but actually didn’t. You asked Soap, Gaz and Price to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding. Price agreed after some talking, but canceled due to an emergency. Leaving you to answer questions and peer pressure from friends. Until.. Ghost shows up, pretending to be your boyfriend. Things go okay, games are played and kisses are shared. When he notices you starting to get drunk, he offers to take you home. Little did you know that ‘ride’ home would change everything that involved him..

A/N: I uh… yeah at the last part my mind went blank and uh, lost idea of what i was writing and it turned into something else.

It was a high school friend who was getting married, you kept in touch with them even if at times they were toxic towards you. They added you to a group called “invitations” announcing their wedding. You didn’t see it till two days later, you were busy on the mission that involved your whole time and attention. No one from your personal life knew what job you did, if anyone asked you would brush them off and change the subject. So it came to surprise you, Rachel had invited you to their wedding and you're just now responding.

You: I’ll see if I can make it, I need to work some stuff out first.

Rachel read your message along with other few close friends from the group. You set your phone down not expecting much as Soap approached you with a grin on his face and a can of pop in his hands.

“Las, you have any plans for the week off?” Soap asked as he took a seat next to you. “I've been thinking about visiting my family.”

“Probably nothing like always, which is fine.” You reply while soap opens the can of pop. “Are you seriously drinking that ten month soda?”

“It's called pop, and matter in fact I am.” Soap relies as he drowns the sugary drink. “You seriously don’t plan to go somewhere?”

You open your mouth to reply but your phone buzzes, which you turn over and look at the notification. It's from the ‘invitations’ group chat, it suddenly became active, you open your phone and look at the messages. Your eyes widen as you read the message to yourself, Soap notice and look over at your screen.

Rachel: That’s fine, you probably don’t even have a plus one, so you save us the food for that! I would appreciate a gift or some flowers if we ever meet up again. Xoxo

Soap tilts his head as you start to type something, someone else in the group chat sends a message. Leaving you to gasp and stopping you from sending another message.

Jason: Yeah it's fine, plus you never have time for the group anymore. Anytime that we plan something you always respond late..

You: Because I have to tend to important matters and don’t have time to be on my phone. Anyways I will come then! I will see you all there and hell I will bring my partner!

You didn’t think of the message you sent, until Soap gasps and looks at you in surprise.

“You have a lover?” Soap now asks as you quickly realize what you just sent. “I never knew that.”

“I.. didn’t either..” You mumble and set your phone down. “Shit.. oh god what did I just do.. Soap be my fake date please you're the only one that knows.”

“No can do, I already have my week planned out with my family.” Soap says before chuckling. “Good luck with that, now if you..” Soap burps and holds his stomach. “I'm going to regret drinking that pop.”

Soap gets up as your phone buzzes again, it's a message from the group chat again. This time it was multiple people typing all now excited you will be tending the wedding that was three days away. You nervously bit your lip and read the messages, everyone excited to meet this lover of yours that didn’t even exist. Rachel soon gave you the details of the location and what type of theme you could wear that is appropriate for her wedding. You thanked Rachel and soon turned your phone off and took a deep breath, now where could you find a single man that would be willing to be your pretend boyfriend.

Three hours passed and you were doing some of your daily duties where you met Gaz in the hall. He was heading to lunch alone and crossed paths with you.

“Hey, are you going to lunch yet?” Gaz asked you with a warm smile making you look up from whatever you were doing. “Price and Ghost are there.,”

“Maybe in a couple more minutes, I gotta finish..” Your reply and sigh before looking at the boxes you were carrying. “..Ah this can wait.. You know what's for lunch?”

“The same crappy food that's for sure.” Gaz chuckles as you start to walk with him. “You look uneasy..did someone say something to you?”

“Uh no..” You mumble and then get an idea. “Would you like to be my fake boyfriend for a wedding?”

Gaz stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you, thinking he misheard. You give him an awkward smile and look away now your face filled with embarrassment. Gaz remains silent, he was trying to process what you just said and making sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

“Did I hear you right? You want me to be your fake boyfriend at a wedding?” Gaz murmured now amused by the thought. “You should have asked me earlier before I made some plans for the week.”

“Damn you too?” You say now in some annoyance. “I asked Soap but he said he already made some plans.”

Gaz let out a small laugh before walking again, soon the two of you arrived at the mess hall. Price by then had already gotten your tray with Gaz’s knowing you would join him and Ghost. You sat down and ate, nothing too important was discussed at the table, Gaz and Price were chatting about some rookies, while Ghost leaned back in his chair and listened to them. While also looking around as if he was looking for some trouble he could stop. Gaz soon brought up what you said that made you snap back into reality.

“Wait wait, you asked Gaz to be a fake boyfriend for a wedding?” Price now asked you with an amused look. “And you also asked Soap?”

“Yeah, it's just someone's wedding from highschool.. We are a friend group..” You mumble now embarrassed by all of this. “I said that I would go since their group pointed out that I never hang out with them anymore.”

“How can you? You're working away on missions to keep their perfect lives safe, they should be grateful.” Gaz says, shaking his head for a moment. “Can’t believe people sometimes thinking its easy to be in the special british forces..”

“The thing is that they don’t know what job I have..” You admit to Gaz as he lets out a laugh. “I like to keep my work life out of my personal life.”

Ghost looks at you know, he seems to be somewhat interested in what you said, Price laughs a little as you told them. Gaz on the other hand nodded, he knew what you meant and respected it.

“Wait Price, will you be my fake boyfriend?” You ask him quickly with some hope. “Please?”

“Now I would love to help you out of the mess you're in..” Price says taking a bite out of some burger.”But, I can’t do such a thing, especially something like that.”

“But it won’t be real!” You add quickly, seeming more desperate. “Please I’ll be less reckless on missions.”

“You should always be less reckless on missions.” Price points out before letting a sigh. “But okay.”

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes, your mess now being fixed by your one and only captain. Yet boy were you wrong, on the day of the wedding Price canceled on you and apologized, an emergency had come up and you were left out without a date and the wedding was going to be starting soon. You stood outside the church and groaned softly as you saw the rest of the people arrive for it. One of them being Jason from the group chat, he had a date with him and he looked at you in a polite manner.

“No date? Things sure don’t change even out of highschool.” Jason teases as he walks into the church.

You stare at him for a moment and roll your eyes before entering the church yourself. You felt some people stare at you, it was obvious word got around that you would finally show up to something. You took a seat at the last row of the chairs and remained there for the rest of the wedding, eventually clapping and cheering the bride and groom. In the corner of your eye you saw someone, a dark figure you couldn’t make out, you brush it off as a guest. People started to head to their cars, getting ready to drive to the reception a couple minutes away from the church.

You felt as if someone was watching you, just you. The feeling didn’t wear off as you started to drive to the reception. You felt a car follow you, but the tint on its widows made it impossible to see who was driving. You took a turn into the reception parking lot and parked next to some other people. The car that was following you drove off, making you feel silly for thinking someone was following you.

The reception was beautiful, the place was decorated like any bride would want their reception to be. Yet when you found your name on a table you saw it was at the end of then with an empty chair next to it, you sat down and placed your bag down on the empty seat. Some friends approached you and talked about their lives, one of them made it into the fashion industry and the other was a chef that helped prepare the food for the wedding. Then it came time for you to talk about your job and how your life was.

“Honestly I have a plain life, nothing too important.” You say as attention is on you. “Plus I'm happy you all have successful careers.”

“Yet you never speak about your life, you always keep quiet about it!” One says looking at you with a tense stare. “Are you poor?”

“No..” You say hurt by their comment. “I'm well off of money..Rebbeca..”

“What happened with the partner you had?” Rebbeca asks, pushing you into a tight corner as eyes all on you. “Or what.. Did you lie?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Rachel walked over with a bright smile. All the attention soon turned to her as she opened a chair and sat down with the groom. Showing off her ring and dress, she soon turned her attention to the empty seat.

“Oh my, did your ‘boyfriend’ not show up?” Rachel says now putting shame on you. “You could have told us you didn’t have a lover…we could have used that seat for someone else.”

You stare at her, some anger rising up, but you remain calm. Using all of your energy to not say something that could ruin anything. You cleared your throat and smiled in a polite manner.

“I don’t share anything about my personal life because of my job.” You say brushing your hands against the table. “Being in The special Reconnaissance Regiment is hard to maintain a love life.”

Silence fills the table, no one saw you as some person to work for the army or any job like that. Racheled opened her mouth to speak but Rebbecaa spoke before her.

“You're in the army? I never took you to be one in that type of work” Rebecca mumbles before turning her full attention to you. “Have you.. Killed people?”

“Private information I cannot share for your safety and mine.” You reply feeling some weight for your shoulders to be lifted. “Now I would appreciate it if we just moved on.”

“You always were one to pull twists on us..” Jason spoke and looked at you with a slight grin. “That’s good, honestly I always thought you would join the military but didn’t know what branch..”

You shook his comment off and made sure Rachel had the attention again. It was her wedding after all. The dance soon started for the bride and her parents. You stood by and reached for your bag, maybe thinking its best to leave. You weren’t having fun, and some of your friends wouldn’t leave the topic about your job. Soon someone else walked into the party, they seemed out of place for a moment then their eyes landed on you immediately. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. Ghost.

He walked past some people who stared at him, he wasn’t wearing his regular ‘creepy’ balaclava but a more normal one. It covered his nose and down. No work uniform was on , but a simple light button up shirt and some pants from a tux, that obviously matched him well. His dirty blonde hair was neatly fixed into a stylish slit back hair style, which you never expected him to have. The tattoos on his forearm were on full display as he finally grabbed your bag and set in on your lap. He took the seat next to you and sigh annoyed..

“Don’t question it..” Ghost mumbled as he leaned back and whispered in your ear. “Be grateful I even considered such a thing..”

“How did you even know where the reception would be held?” You ask as Ghost lets out an annoyed sigh. “I only sent that information to Price..”

“You just answered your own question,” Ghost says bluntly as he looks around. “So much damn white..Jesus I might go blind from it all.”

“You handle flashbangs for a living..” You tease Ghost who immediately gives you a glare. “Sorry, I thought it would be funny.”

“What happens when a strawberry gets run over while crossing the street?” Ghost says leaning closer to you. “Hm?”

“Uh..i don’t know what happens?” You reply slightly amused by this behavior.

“Traffic Jam.” Ghost replies and chuckles to himself. “Another?”

You hold back a laugh, knowing it wasn't funny yet the way his voice makes the joke sound is better. Ghost pulls your chair closer so you can hear his terrible dad jokes better.

“What do you call a pony with a sore throat?” Ghost hums into your ear while you hold a smile back from your lips. “A little hoarse..”

You can’t help it but let a chuckle escape your lips. Ghost soon leans away from you and sits up in the chair. He looks around the party and rubs his eyes slightly showing he is annoyed by all of the lights. You look at Ghost, it was strange seeing him like this. No mask nor face paint made it feel like you walked into another universe. Which at this point you might have now noticed that he was the one that asked Price for the address to see you and help.

“Thanks..” You mumble to him enough to hear. “You really didn’t have to..”

Ghost looks at you, he seems to have something on his mind. His mask moves as he is about to speak, yet the sound of the bride and groom stop him. You turn your attention to the center of the place and listen as the bride is going to cut the cake and food will be served soon.

The rest of the night some of your friends ask you about Ghost but you say nothing. Avoiding their questions and Ghost doing the same, if he did want you to answer a question about him, he would shoot you a glance or nudge your chair. The night went on, Ghost cracked some more ‘jokes’ that made you smile or even get a chuckle out.His arm is soon wrapped around your shoulders. You didn’t mind it and soon rested your head on his arm, things were okay.

“Are you comfortable..”Ghost questions while keeping his eyes away from you. “Aren’t you?”

“I can move away..” You reply and look at him anxiously.

“It's fine..” Ghost replies and looks away from you. “Can’t believe you’re social enough for this kind of stuff.”

“I honestly never come to stuff like this..I'm always lonely.” You murmur as Ghost turns his attention to you.

“Not this time..”Ghost says, sitting up a bit, he places his hand on your face. “You had some sauce on our lips.”

You stare at Ghost as he wipes the sauce away and leaves his thumb on your lips. He's gaze now on your lips, you feel your face heat up. Ghost gently rubs his thumb on your lips then moves it down to your chin, he makes you look slightly up at him. Ghost hazel eyes stare into your own eyes, a thick tension grows. He moved his thumb back onto your lips, gently giving them a brush. Somehow the world around the two of you slowed down, nothing matters anymore..

“..I never noticed.. How beautiful you are up close..” Ghost mumbles as his arm around your shoulders pulls you closer to him. “A sight for my sore eyes..”

Ghost moves his arm away from your shoulders and brings his hand to his mask. A loud sound makes both of you jump and turn away from each other. His hand on your face moving away to his side, the bride had grabbed a microphone and was trying to turn it on.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen! Let's get these games started!” Rachel says with a happy look on her face. “Please bring your chairs and yourself to the center!”

People around you and Ghost started to move themselves and their chairs. You stare at everyone, most of everyone that was at the table left. You then turned your attention back to ghost, who didn’t even seem interested in the game. Rachel noticed you weren’t there and walked over, she grabbed your hand and smiled before speaking.

“Come on! Join us like the good old times!” Rachel says getting people to look over. “Like the good old days, you used to love musical chairs so much as kids.”

You looked around and noticed some people looking over, peer pressure got the best of you and you nodded. Ghost looked at you, there was a hit of worry and annoyance in his eyes. He stood up with you and grabbed your hand, Rachel looked at Ghost, slightly taken back by the sight of him. Rachel soon walked to the center with you and Ghost along with the chairs. It was a regular game of musical chairs, no rules except no harming each other badly. You placed your chair down in the circle, soon the music started and everyone started to move around in a circle. Ghost didn’t even know why on earth he decided to join such a ‘childish game.’ The music stopped and chaos broke, you sat down quickly in a chair as Ghost and a couple others did the same, while two people fought for a chair. One finally sat down and soon the game continued..

Ghost got out the twelve round, he didn’t like walking and too many eyes were on him. He took his chair back to the table and watched as you went against eight people. The number lowered quickly to the point it was only you and some other girl left. Both of you were focused, none wanted to lose or make a fool out of yourselves. The Dj speed up the music and you started to feel your body tense, the music stopped, without a thought you kicked the chair away and the girl fell down before she could sit down. People started to laugh and you picked up the knocked down chair, Ghost slightly was somewhat amused by the sight. The other girl tried to snatch the chair out of your hands but it was all a fail as your grip was strong.

You spun around the girl and placed the chair down, the girl did the same thing as you. She kicks the chair down and you let out an annoyed groan. She grabs the chair with a wide grin and sets the chair down. This could all be over if it wasn't for your need to win no matter what. You kicked the chair down quickly, almost hitting the other girl. She gasped as if in the blink of an eye you picked the chair up and ran to the center sitting down in it.

People cheered and Ghost looked at you with amusement, You soon walked back with the chair and smiled happily. Ghost shook his head trying to shake the look of amusement off, you hugged him without thinking…He hugs you back, a tight embrace happens as the two of you hug each other. You notice your mistake and pull away immediately.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry..I was just so excited..” You say quickly as Ghost pulls you back into a hug. “Ghost?”

Ghost closes his eyes and keeps holding you close, you could swear his breathing get heavier as he held you closer. His cologne filling your nose, Ghost held you close for a period of time. You soon embraced him as well and kept hugging him.

“..Never let go..” Ghost mumbles in your ear, his voice slightly breaking. “Please..”

‘Please’ that word sounded so heartbreaking out of his lips. You just nodded and he let go of you, that was the first time Ghost has ever done that with you. He sat down and pretended like nothing happened and he expected you to do the same.

The rest of the games continued, you would join but not most of them since your feet were tired. Ghost kept you close to him, awfully close. If any of your guy friends approached the two of you, his grip would become tighter on you. The games went on for another hour, soon the bride Rachel announced she would be throwing her bouquet soon.

“You’d think that..You could get the bouquet as well?” Ghost asks, looking at you, before looking at some girls in the center. “If you stand in the back the odds of you getting it are twenty out of hundred.”

“I don’t like the whole bouquet stuff, Rachel would make the girl kiss their partner if they got it.” You reply looking over to the other females. “Plus, I think I won enough games already.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to just have a good time.” Ghost adds looking at you now which you don’t notice. “Who knows if we'll ever be alive to see another wedding..”

You think for a moment then nod, standing up from your seat you walk over to the back. The bride calls out more females to the floor making sure it's even for all the females. The groom gets a chair and Rachel gets on it, she turns her back to the others on the dance floor, people start counting down for her to throw the bouquet. Rachel throws it a three and it hits a fan on the ceiling, which bounces the bouquet and it hits you right in the face. People laugh and cheer as you now hold the bouquet, Ghost eyes widen as he didn’t even expect that himself to happen out of all the possibilities.

“Kiss your partner now!” Rachel says with a smile as she walks over and drags you to Ghost. “Kiss kiss!”

“Rachel, please no lets just move on to the res–” You try to say, but Ghost grabs your waist turning you to him. “Wai–”

Ghost takes his mask down and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. He holds your hips, making sure he can hold you correctly. You lean into the kiss and start to close your eyes. It seemed like Ghost wanted to do it for a long time. Ghost breaks the kiss and pulls his mask back and places his hand on your face. He gives you a wink before creasing your cheek with his thumb. Rachel soon walks away leaving you to stare at Ghost in shock.

“I can’t be arsed to care about what you’re thinking..” Ghost mumbles before taking his seat again. “It's all pretend.”

You look at him still in shock and turn away, soon enough you found yourself drinking some fine wine being offered around. Ghost on the other hand remained sober, unwilling to talk to any other female that approached him. His eyes on you as you chugged down wine, there was a time he got worried as people cheered you on to keep drinking. You knew how to handle your liquor, but Ghost didn’t know that. You look at Ghost and give him a drunken smile, yet his eyes narrow seeing that you're drunk down.

“That’s enough drinking now.” Ghost mumbles taking the glass of wine out of your hand. “Do you hear me?”

“I'm fine, Ghost. I can't get drunk so easily with wine.” You say looking at him hoping he would give back the wine glass. “Can I have it back?”

“No, that's enough wine for you today..” Ghost says and sets your glass on the table. “If you keep drinking or try to drink again I will get up and leave.”

You stare at Ghost and soon take your own seat, You lean against his arm and sigh. Maybe you had been drinking too much, maybe the wine was too much for you. Ghost turned his attention to you, pulled you closer to him, almost as if he wanted you on his lap. You nuzzled your face against his arm and closed your eyes, you were starting to blackout..

“You okay..?” Ghost asked with high concred in his voice. “You need to head home?”

“Probably..” You mumble before looking at him. “I might have drank too much today..”

Ghost sighs and helps you stand up, he grabs your bag and starts to walk out with you. Rachel noticed and walked over with the groom, they called out for you and Ghost. He hesitated to stop but did since they were your friends. Rachel and her husband Aaron look at you and then at Ghost.

“You two leaving?” Rachel asks slightly hurt by this. “It's only twelve in the morning”

“She had too much to drink and wanted to go home.” Ghost says looking at Rachel, slight haterade he didn’t like her at all. “If you care about her, you wouldn’t have to come and question why she is leaving early.”

“Easy now, we don’t need an aggressive tone here.” Aaron speaks up trying to make things settle. “We are in the wrong for cheering them on..”

Ghost starts to walk away with you, he makes sure you can lean on him as you two walk. He knew where your car was parked, the exact spot without even checking. You looked at Ghost a little concerned as to how he knew where your car was parked. He takes the keys out of your bag and looks at you.

“I'll drive you home then get an uber back here to drive my own car.” Ghost says and opens the passenger door. “Come on..”

You stare at him for a moment and get in your own car. Ghost closes the door and walks to the other side, he opens the door to the driver side, he sits down then adjusts the seat. Ghost looks over at you for a moment and pulls his mask off completely. Then grabs your head gently with the palm of his hand on the back of your head. He leans in and kisses you, the kiss was less sloppy than before. Ghost gently grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, he can’t get enough of your lips.

Ghost moves his other hand to your neck, you look at him as he leans in for another kiss. Your lips crash against his, he groans in the kiss. The hand on your neck gives you a gentle squeeze. Ghost hand on your hair moves to your back, he bushes the straps of your dress and looks at you with desire.

“Are you okay with this doll?” Ghost asks, looking at you. “Do you like me kissing you?”

Ghost looks at you and smiles, it is odd but yet comforting. You meet in his gaze and place your hands on his cheeks.The palm of your hands brush against his stubble, he leans close to you. Another kiss is shared between the two of you, Ghost wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to him, he lets go of your neck, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles on your skin. Without a thought he kisses your neck as you let go of his face, you toge on his shirt and bite your lip.

“Use your words..” Ghost says giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on..”

“I want this Ghost..” You reply as he places his hand on your chin. “Don’t.. Make me beg..”

“You’re drunk.. If you were sober maybe I would go further with you princess..” Ghost mumbled before turning his attention to the steering wheel. “Let’s get you home.”

You stare at Ghost feeling disappointed, but understand that he wanted to keep his desires in check. Ghost pulled out of the parking lot and headed into the road, once in a while he would look over at your body. How it bounced to each bump on the road, his desires and mind started to wonder as the straps on your dress slid off your shoulders. Ghost stops the car by a park nearby and turns the car off, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He turns his attention to you and your neck. Pulling you close, Ghost leans his face to your neck..

“You drive me crazy, a crazy I can't hide anymore…” Ghost murmurs before kissing your neck. “Do you want this doll? Do you want me to take you here and now..?”

You let out a soft moan and nod, Ghost wastes no time helping you get on his lap, he leans the seat back. You hear him undo his buckle of his pants, he was wasting no time to take you. To give you the pleasure you two desire in such close space. You kiss Ghost and watch as he moves his hand to your inner thighs, he gives them a gentle squeeze. He slides his fingers against your clit, shivers go down your spine.

“Look at you.. Already wet, partially dripping onto my fingers.” Ghost teases and rubs circles on your clit. “Think you can take me baby? Think you can take me like the good girl you are..”

A whimper escapes your mouth and you look down at Ghost. Who’s admiring the faces you make to his touch, the sweet sounds you give him. Ghost soon removes his hand away from your pussy and licks his finger, you blush to his action.

“Why would you do that..” You mumble in slight embarrassment. “Gh–”

“It's Simon to you princess..” Ghost says inserting two fingers into your pussy without a warning.

You arch your back and let out a loud moan, he didn’t give you any warning. Slowly he fingered you, enjoying watching you come undone to just his fingers. Ghost moved at a slow pace, wanting to savor every second of your reaction. Your hips soon started to move on their own, your body wanting more of his finger. Ghost pulls them out and looks at you while you let out a small whimper. Ghost chuckles and moves his throbbing cock close to your pussy.

“Patience, pretty girl. Patience..” Ghost mumbles and looks at you. “You think that you can handle it?”

You give an quick nod and try to place your body on his cock, but Ghost stops you and rubs your hips. He knew you wanted as much as he did, but he wanted to make sure you could take him. Ghost brushed his hands on your hips and bit his lip, he wanted to just ruin you and keep you close to him.

“Gh–Simon.. Please..” You beg now looking down at him. “Please.. I can’t keep waiting..”

You start to beg him, he loves the sight of you begging, the sound of your whimpers wanting your own hips to be placed on his. Ghost without warning drops your body on to his cock, he lets out a satisfied groan as you let out a small cry. You have taken every single inch of him, Ghost rubs your hips again letting you adjust to him. Some tears escape your eyes and you hold onto the handle off the door. Ghost shifts on the car seat and lets out a groan as take more of him in.

“Bloody hell..you're so perfect.. So bloody perfect for me..” Ghost moans out and closes his eyes. “Perfectly made for me baby..” He pauses for a moment and digs his fingers on the side of your hips. “Think you can move a baby girl, think you can move this beautiful body of yours?”

You give him a gentle nod and slowly bounce on his cock. Ghost groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, he lets go of your hips and places his hands on your thighs. Giving them a good squeeze, you can’t help but moan his name as your hips move.

“That’s it princess that's it..” Ghost murmurs while giving your thighs another squeeze. “ Use my cock to satisfy this pussy of yours.”

Ghost was completely pussy drunk, mumbling things as you bounced on his cock. Ghost opened his eyes soon enough to catch a glimpse of your face, how you particularly looked at him. Ghost moves his hands back to your waist, he adjusts himself and thrust into you. You let out a moan, Ghost started to move himself as you arched your back trembling as you were on your high with him, Your eyes rolled back and your moans were music to his ears.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me..”Ghost says, thrusting his cock recklessly into you. “That’s it, love.. Bloody hell..that's it clinching that pussy around my cock.”

Without another word you moan loudly and let your body fall on him, You had reached your orgasm. Ghost wasn't so far behind, he pulled out and came on your ass, he groaned and soon wrapped his arms around you. He took steady breaths and brushed his hand on your hair. Gently patting your back with his other hand.

“You did so good for me doll.. So good..” Ghost murmurs into your ear and holds you close. “Breath..”

“I.. love you..” You reply without thinking. “I really..love you..”

Ghost looked at you and then sigh softly before kissing your head. He holds you close but says nothing. The both of you stay like that for a couple minutes, crickets and sounds of nature lay on your ears as finally Ghost speaks.

“I love you too..” Ghost mumbles creasing your face, before kissing your cheek. “We still need to get you home.”

You nodded and lifted yourself off of Ghost. You sat back in the passenger seat and watched as Ghost buckled his pants up again, you in the meantime fixed your panties. He started the car and got out of the parking lot of the park. Ghost glanced over at you while he drove. Things were definitely never gonna be the same between him and you, Ghost knew that like you did. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. You looked at Ghost, as he drove your car, the car you had your first time with Ghost, so many thoughts and so many questions but what did that matter now? This wedding was definitely going to be an unforgettable one.

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[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~Jock X Nerd💜🌸~

On campus, Eren is basically a superstar for being a famous quarterback for the university. To you, he is your cocky, annoying roommate with a good heart. He will brag and brag on day ends how about he is the best player while helping you take out your braids or painting your toenails for you. You don't blame him for bragging about skills because the boy can back it up. You just get annoyed and worried about him. Life isn't just football. He needed a good education to lean on just in case football doesn't work out. Eren thinks it sweet, but also a pain to hear you talk about getting a good education. Education and he are strangers. He is not smart like you, an honors roll student. His grades didn't get him into college. Football got him into college.

It was an average day with Eren and you in the apartment. He was working out and pumping himself up for the upcoming football game in the living room while you was studying in the kitchen. Eren didn't mind you studying in the living room while he works out. He actually like having you in the living room when he is getting a good sweat on. You're his personal cheerleader without knowing it of course. Eren may not be the smartest, but he knows it dumb to have a crush on his roomate. Even thought the way you bite on your lip drove him crazy when you are having a hard time understanding your flashcard. He would bite and kisses them if you gave him the chance.

You didn't mind studying when Eren was working out. Your brain didn't mind, but your kitty did every time he moan or groan. You always get wet dreams of Eren pinning you the bed and just bucking his hip against your. The man had you in all different type of position and places. In one wet dream, you rode him on the football field. In another dream, he fucking you while the teacher Levi is teaching a lesson.

Sadly these events can only happen in wet dream, it was a really bad idea to sleep with your roommate. Plus Eren was more than a sex symbol to you, he was just genius friend. He listen to your problem and engaged with you. Like your hotdog problem, why is it so hard to find a good hotdog for a good price? Eren agreed with you. He also secretly stroked himself off to your silly problem. He wondered if you would like to have his juicy meaty hotdog inside you.

Anyways everything was going normal until Eren received the worst news on his life. His grades gotten too low for him to play in the upcoming game. He needed at least a C in all his classes to play, but sadly he ended up getting a D in his Human Anatomy class. Lucky or unlucky for him, he have a proctor exam that is coming up to saved or killed his grade. He was about to panic untiled he remembered he the smartest person for a roomate.

#eren yeager aot #eren x reader #eren x black reader #black female #kinda smutty

[apollodarling-writes]

Stay With Me

cw: soft smut, griffith is soft, self indulgent, creampie, praise, cock warming

Tender kisses trail the length of your neck, feeling almost reverent as Griffith's fingers intertwine with yours. He shallowly thrusts into you, murmuring words of praise before he connects his lips with yours, pressing deeper into your drooling cunt.

"I love you." He murmurs, squeezing your hand. "I love you so much."

You mewl in response, gummy walls gripping his cock as if you were afraid he'd leave. "I love you too."

Griffith groans, gripping your waist as he loses himself to pleasure. You whine, back arching and fingers gripping the sheets of your shared bed as his cockhead reaches spots inside you that you had no idea existed before him.

"Griffith," You whimper, ""M gonna cum."

Griffith leans closer, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your chest, quietly groaning into the curves of your breasts. "Cum for me, dear."

You pull him closer, walls clenching and fluttering around his cock as you chant his name. "That's it, dear." He groans, thrusts growing sloppy as his own high nears. "You're doing so good for me- just a little bit longer."

After a few more thrusts, Griffith's hips still, cock throbbing inside of you as thick ropes of cum spill into your cunt. He gently pulls you to into his chest, cock still sheathed inside of you as his arms wrap around the small of your back. In the moment the two of you were one, or at least it felt that way.

Griffith presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “Let’s stay like this for awhile.”

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[epiclamer]

hero is going to a movie alone. they're having a good time until villain sits down right next to them. medium to low horny (here have food and also pls drink water 🥞🥞)

Mmmm thank you anon!! This one also reminds me of my girl sooooo @save-the-villainous-cat here you are babes!

Cw: a little smutty

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Movie Night

Hero let their eyes flicker across the screen mindlessly, barely paying attention. The movie was mediocre at best, they just needed something to do to get their team off their back, besides they weren’t really looking forward to another lonely night in their apartment anyways. The nights we’re getting cold and watching people double up and enjoy the holiday season was getting on Hero’s nerves. They weren’t a jealous person, but watching everyone strive in a domain they could hardly play in, it bubbled up inside them. They just wanted to live that cute romantic stuff.

The seat next to them moved, catching their eye, someone choosing to sit themselves directly to the right of Hero in a movie theatre that was practically empty. So much for any good time to themselves, now they had find a new row or convince the other to move.

Hero turned to face the newcomer, bracing for an argument and still debating whether or not they should just take their things and leave. “Hey-”

“Hey.”

Villain. Villain was here. Sitting next to them. In this dark and almost empty theatre. They were grinning at Hero, a bag of popcorn in hand and a drink in the other as they shuffled their butt in their seat.

“Mind if I join you, pretty?” The nickname wasn’t what somehow compelled Hero to nod, but they were sure that it helped. They would’ve never agreed to let their nemesis sit by them casually and watch a movie, but in a sense it calmed the raging loneliness in Hero’s heart.

“What? You want to keep staring at me, or do you want to watch this movie?” Villain never faltered, throwing Hero their sultry gaze as they munched on their snacks. Hardly giving Hero the time of day, staying focused on the movie but splayed out enough in their seat to have their arm rest against Hero’s.

The other quickly corrected themselves, eyes immediately turning back to the film playing on the big screen and a small blush creeping to their cheeks. Villains arm pressed delicately against their own and as much as they wanted to deny it and ignore the sensations it provoked inside their frozen heart; they wanted so much more.

Hero wanted to feel the villain, touch them, toy with them, tease them, whatever. As long as their hands could be on Villains body and Villains could be on theirs. They craved that feeling of mutuality. They practically wanted to flip themselves around and press their bodies together in this exact moment. They were falling apart and they needed the warmth of Villains lips on theirs.

“Enjoying the movie, hm?” Villain joked, watching Hero startle from their zoned out state. They were only teasing, but in reality they hadn’t been very focused on the screenplay either. Villain shrugged, feeling Hero’s eyes on them once more. “I give it… four out of ten.”

Hero scoffed, rolling their eyes at the other. “You’ve been here for like five minutes. You can’t make a judgement on a movie not having seen the whole thing!”

Villain smirked, listening to Hero ramble on about how film is an art and must be taken seriously, blah blah blah. It was adorable. And even throughout their mindless blabbering about cinema and the messages behind it, they kept their voice low as not to bother any of the other watchers. God, if Villain didn’t have their hands full right now they would’ve probably grabbed the hero and kissed them. But they decided on a softer approach.

Propping their popcorn bag on the floor and sliding their hand over to Hero’s inner thigh, Villain squeezed gently which seemed to stop the other in the tracks of their speech. Halting completely and blinking up at the villain with eyes like saucers.

“Hero, why don’t you tell me all about cinema back at my place?” When the crime-stopper shied away from a response, Villain continued. “Don’t worry, we can do it with my head between your thighs and your hands in my hair if that makes it any better.”

Now, how could Hero decline such an offer?

#hehehe #love you beautiful ;) #muuuuuah muah muah!! #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #smutty #kinda smutty #soft smut #movie #movie night

[anonymergremlin]

Let me make it clear.

Yeah P is a sweet, a cutie, pwetty boi and a sweetheart.

But (in my opinion) he is a switch.

He can be your sweet little bottom or your fcking sexual end top.

*stares*

#headcanon #kinda smutty #lies of p #djfjejcfndjdj #trust me #he gladly tops you if you want him to

[coffee-cupps]

{❄️Frozen Lips❄️}

 Toshiro Hitsugaya X GN! Reader

[In which Toshiro proves he isn’t a kid anymore…]

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Hello! It’s been about a year, sorry about that. I have seemed to have fallen into the world of Bleach and now can’t get out. I have fallen in love with this stupid little man and am now going to write for him non-stop. So, you have my permission to send in requests for him. I was watching Bleach last night and it was like-3:26 AM and my thoughts start to wonder so…have Toshiro blowing off some steam with you. (A.K.A Toshiro using his tail to hold you up while making out with you.) The bleach fandom hounded me for a while, are you all happy now? You may think I stepped into your domain…Oh how wrong you are. You’re in my domain now… Enjoy.

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Warnings: 

Pissed off Toshiro

Bankai activated Toshiro

Sir kink

Aggressive making out

Reader and Toshiro like each other but never admit it

Finger sucking

Hyorinmaru is not amused

Language

Last season Toshiro. (Not Blood War but close. The last series of the original animated series.)

Slightly OOC Toshiro

Toshiro is being a fucking brat

Chocking

(THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANNON STORY OF BLEACH, DON’T GET PISSED THAT IT DOESN’T LINE UP WITH THE ORIGINAL STORY.)

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“Damn it”! Toshiro yelled loudly as the Menos Grande tore though the icy wings of his bankai. This fight has been going on for an hour now and he was starting to get pissed off. Turning around quickly to face his opponent once more, he send Hyorinmaru out from his hand and had him slam into the overgrown Hollow. The beast let out an earth shattering screech before using its hand to claw away at the ice dragon that had hit it, sending Hyorinmaru to return to it’s master. Bitch. He didn’t have time for this. He has a squad to run, and paperwork to do because god knows that Rangiku never did any of her work and was most likely drinking Saké or sleeping with some random man, once again. The captain gritted his teeth at just the thought. I have to do everything myself, He thought bitterly, his eyes filled with an icy rage. His eyes shifted once again to the large Hollow as it let out another cry before sending a large blast of energy at Toshiro, who brought up a wing to deflect the beam with ease. He let out a growl before charging up his powers once more to allow the Hollow to be take down in one strike. Once he was done charging, one strike was all he needed to- “Toshiro, stop acting like a child and finish this”! He froze for a few seconds before slowly turning to the sound of the voice. (Y/N) (Y/LN). The captain of squad 13. They were rude and inpatient and let their own impulses get the best of them, and now they dare to stand there, not even offering to help, and have the guts to call him a child? Oh the fucking nerve. 

     “W-what did you say Captain (Y/LN)”? There was a hint of hate as he spoke your formal name and you just snickered. 

     “Pay attention kid”. Before Toshiro had the chance to fire something back, he was smacked to the ground, hitting it quite hard to the point where a large whole was where his body laid. He heard the other captain let out an over-exasperated sigh before lazily jumping from the building they where perching on and strutted over to the man lying face down into the concrete. “Ya’ know Toshiro? For a captain, you sure suck ass”. Toshiro quickly stood up from his spot, his large ice wings extended and his tail slicking angrily. 

     “Shut the fuck up. I have been a captain a lot longer than you have Captain (Y/LN), and my name is Captain Hitsugaya, I have no respect for you, you may not call me Toshiro”. Said captain rolled their eyes at his words. 

     “Whatever snowflake-“. The cry of the Hollow interrupted (Y/N) before they quickly turned to the Hollow and pulling out their Zanpaktou, slicing into the air while watch the beast instantly fade away. “Don’t interrupt me”. They snarled at where the Menos Grande once way before shifting their position and looking down at the tiny Captain. “You took too long shorty, I had to take matters into my own hands”. 

     “Don’t you dare call me short, and I could handle that myself”. Toshiro yelled bitterly, pushing the other Captain with his shoulder as he began to walk away. (Y/N) scoffed, 

     “Stop acting like a child Toshiro, it’s starting to piss me off”. They glared at him before hurrying to catch up with him, but was quickly surprised when Toshiro harshly gripped their wrist. 

     “Say I’m a child one more time Captain (Y/LN), I dare you”. His grip tightened and his bright turquoise eyes darkened with anger. His wings were flattened to his back in anger and his tail violently thrashed around, making a harsh sound as it smacked into the ground. (Y/N) smirked slightly, before leaning in, close to Toshiro’s face, he could feel their breath on his face.

     “You are an insignificant child Toshiro Hitsugaya. You will forever be under me”.  They expected the man to be angry, but they didn’t expect to be grabbed by the throat by the shorter Captain and dragged into an empty alleyway. “And what do you think your doing”? They snarled out at him as they where violently shoved into the wall, Toshiro’s arms caging their body in.

     “Teaching you a lesson”, was his response before his lips where slammed roughly into theirs. (Y/N) couldn’t help be let out a grunt, bringing their hands up to roughly grip onto Toshiro’s shoulder, bringing him closer to their body. The kiss was rather rough but ended quickly as Toshiro pulled away first. 

     “W-what are you doing”? Their voice was covered in confusion as they panted harshly. Toshiro looked them in the eyes, his breathing uneven.

     “Do you wish for me to stop Captain (Y/LN)”? (Y/N) Smirked.

     “Don’t back down like a kid”. Welp. That’ll do it. What a brat. Toshiro let out an animalistic growl before slamming his lips back into the other Captain’s with force, shutting them up within an instant. His hands that once caged them in now placed themselves on the other Captain’s hips, lifting the other and moving his icy tail in between his legs to hold (Y/N) up. He brought them closer, hooking his arms around the small of their back while his tail held them up. (Y/N) used this opportunity to give an experimental grind to Toshiro’s crotch. His kisses stopped.

      “No. Your not in control here”. He snapped, sharp turquoise eyes shooting daggers into the other. “I’ve had enough of your teasing. It’s time you learned your lesson (Y/N)”. His voice carried an unknown emotion, and emotion that was close to lust, but much more…aggressive. He held the emotion well, letting it overtake his eyes and allowing it to consume him fully. (Y/N) let out a ‘humph’ before rolling there eyes at his newfound dominance. 

     “You have a lot of nerve Toshir-“. They where cut off quickly as an icy-clawed hand wrapped around their exposed throat, the sharp talons creating marks in their wake. Toshiro could feel their windpipe flex against his hand, trying to widen to allow the body to gain air, he tightened his grip at the feeling. (Y/N) let out a choked gasp before moving their hand up to grip his wrist, there eyes pleading. He leaned in close, a toothy grin plastered on his face.

     “How many times do I have to tell you”? He flexed his occupied hand, making them squirm once more. He moved closer, his breath against their ear before his tongue slipped out, licking the shell of their ear before nibbling it slightly and pulling away a little. “It’s Captain Hitsugaya”. A deep, primordial chuckle erupted from him before moving his mouth right back to their ear. “But for right now, sir will do just fine, understand”? He leaned down and gave a harsh suck to their neck. (Y/N) stayed silent. Don’t test me. “I said-“. He thrust his hips up into your crotch. “Understand”? (Y/N) let out a choked moan, his hand still around their throat before nodding their head aggressively. He loosened his claws, allowing the other Captain to breath. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to their lips. ���Good. So good for me”. His clawed hand around their throat moved to cup their jaw, making his thumb to their lips. (Y/N) let out a soft moan as they opened their mouth a little to allow the smaller Captain’s entry. His thumb entered slowly, dragging his claw around their tongue to play with it as they sucked and licked around him, moaning at his taste. Toshiro dipped his thumb deeper, allowing it to move to the edge of their throat and they gagged silently, wincing in slight pain as his sharp claw scraped the sensitive walls of their throat. “Hyorinmaru”. Toshiro whispered and the tail holding them up slowly moved to undo their Captain’s robe to slip into their Shihakusho to wrap around their stomach. (Y/N)‘s muscles spasmed at the freezing feeling as a startled moan left their lips. Toshiro slipped his thumb out of their mouth and they let out a silent moan before meeting his eyes once more.

     “D-didn’t know you had it in you”. (Y/N) chucked before hesitating, seeing Toshiro’s eyes shine with danger. “I’m sorry… Sir”. Toshiro tisked at their words, using his free hand to hold their back as the tail around their stomach tightened. He slowly dragged them on his crotch, causing them to let out a low groan at the feeling of his hardened member beneath his uniform. “Please sir! I need you. I need you so badly”.  

     “Begging already”? His voice was teasing. He snorted at the other Captain’s broken composure before slipping his cold hand under their jaw and harshly kissing them, causing them to harshly buck their hips. “Soon”. He promised, his voice holding only the truth. “You’ll be mind soon Captain (Y/LN)”. He moved the hand holding them to their hair, moving their head impossibly closer and slipping his cold tongue into their warm mouth. Toshiro could feel any control list slowly begin to slip away and he pulled away quickly. “We need to go”. He slowly put them back on the ground as they lookout him with uttermost confusing.

     “W-what? What’s wrong”? Their voice wavered, their things clenched. They’re as needy as I am. 

     “Wouldn’t you prefer to do this somewhere more private”? He questioned the other Captain who thought for a moment.

     “I-I guess. But Sir, I”- Toshiro cut off the needy words from (Y/N).

     “We will go to my quarters, Come now, I don’t like to be kept waiting”.  He turned away from them and deactivate his Bankai before holding his hand out to (Y/N) who took it eagerly. “And besides. It’ll be nicer for all of the Soul Society to know who you belong too”. 

#Bleach #toshiro hitsugaya #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #x reader #lime #reader smut #kinda smutty #bleach toshiro #bleach hitsugaya #[ bleach thirsts ] #bleach x reader smut #Bleach x reader #Toshiro hitsugaya x reader smut #requests open #bleach smut #Hitsugaya toshiro #bleach anime #bleach toshiro hitsugaya #bleach hitsugaya toshiro #coffees cafe #bleach tybw #bleach tybw x reader #bleach tybw toshiro #bleach tybw hitsugaya #tybw toshiro #tybw hitsugaya #tybw toshiro hitsugaya #oneshot #bleach writing #bleach hyorinmaru

[tommythaechalamet]

The Boy Who Lived

Never have I ever

Kissed a boy

To the rhythm of the clock tower bells

Never have I ever

Brushed my smooth fingers

Through his calloused ones

Let myself be brought

Into his chamber of secrets

And made my body

A shrine to his

Never have I ever

Shed my skin so freely

Hot flush

Creeping up a pale stomach, neck, chest

He was the Boy who Lived

But now I can't

Live without his touch

#draco malfoy #drarry #kinda smutty #queer #lgbtqia #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #from dracos perspective #harry potter

[peabod3]

gn! reader, matty healy x reader, george daniel x reader, a little bit matty x george bc i just know that they have shared, voyerism?/in public, i am a sub! matty truther, imagining this in the self-titled era

an: literally my first ever imagine so be kind :D kinda smutty but not so if anyone wants me to keep it going i am more than happy too ;) also sorry if formatting is weird i am posting this on my phone

pt2!!

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Matty wasn’t jealous. He was sure of it. Surely that wasn’t what he was feeling, right? I mean what is he to be jealous of? The fact that you came on stage during their set and got a huge reaction from the crowd? Or that you had interacted with everyone but him and were now hanging around at the back of the stage with George? Or that you were now clinging to George, your front to his back, one hand on his chest and the other-

Matty stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the stage, the rest of the band continuing the chorus of Sex while his eyes practically fall out of his head.

-on his inner thigh, just shy of a bulge that looks larger than normal, not that Matty would know. Your whispering in his ear, lips and tongue brushing it with each syllable and he watches both of your eyes darken as he fumbles with his guitar, trying to catch up with the song as he only hopes to make out what you could be saying to his best friend. how George is staying on beat is a mystery because he is a mess and you haven’t even looked at him yet. Yet. He couldn't handle it if you looked at him right now, the red stratocaster now expertly positioned to conceal his growing reaction to the scene in front of him. Just get on with the song Matty, you can do that, he tells himself.But it's as if you heard him because the next thing he knows he's trapped in your gaze and he swears he can see what your thinking, what your both thinking. Oh he’s in for it later. And he cant fucking wait.

#matty healy #the 1975 #george daniel #matty healy x reader #george daniel x reader #the 1975 smut #kinda smutty #can definitely be more smutty ;) #a bit of matty x george for the girlies

[vorchagirl]

I'm smashing the Ash & FemShep Sexting button so hard I might break a finger 👀👀👀

I'm fairly certain that I *must* have actually published this here at some stage, because it uses Celeste Shepard and Ashley from my fic Star Light, Star Bright. It's pretty short, pretty hot, but it does look done, so I'm not sure why I wouldn't have posted it??

Anyway, I'll clean this up and post it at some stage. Maybe at AO3? In the meantime, I'll put a snippet of it below - but be warned, it's a little saucy!

Celeste flopped down on the bed in the captain’s cabin, idly watching the fish swimming about in the tank. They moved in groups and pairs, happy in their little families, oblivious to the war raging. She envied them and their simple lives. They didn’t have to deal with politics or reapers.

Or loneliness.

She sighed and flicked open her omni-tool, firing off a message to Ash, asking what she was up to. It had been too long since they’d seen each other. Touched each other. Kissed each other. Spectre business kept them apart more often than they liked.

Ash replied back a few minutes later, and Celeste grinned at the photo she’d sent. She could see her long supple body stretched out in a bath, the water dark and shadowy, lit by candles on the edge of the tub. Bubbles floated on the water, and the tips of Ash’s breasts poked through teasingly, as did the tops of her adorable toes.

Celeste bit her lip, her breath catching as she replied.

CS: The water looks hot. You look even hotter.

AW: Mmm. I’m feeling pretty hot. Wish you were here though, skipper. The tub is big enough for two and I’m lonely :(

Shepard grinned, one hand sliding down to unsnap the button on her trousers before she replied. She snapped a photo of her hand sliding into her lacy black panties and set it back.

CS: Me too. If I was there I’d slip in between your legs and kiss my way down each one. They look so pretty in all that water. So wet.

AW: Looks like they’re not the only thing that’s getting wet.

CS: Not my fault I have a sexy girlfriend. What are you doing?

AW: Keeping my hands busy ;)

#mass effect #celeste shepard #ashley williams #Shepard x Ashley #kinda smutty

[hazbinwhoree]

Adam x reader no touching challenge?

Like they make out real real bad but they arent allowed to touch each other lol

Hcs

It was your idea

“Babe, want to see how long we can go without touching each other?”

You ask while you’re seated in his lap

Adam tightens his hold on you

“Why would I want to do that?”

“It could be fun. We makeout with our hands behind our backs and whoever touches the other person first loses.”

Adam hums, considering it

“What does the winner get?”

“Winner gets head.”

“Okay, I’m down.”

You get off his lap only to restraddle it, facing him

You put your hands behind your back and he scoots forward on the couch to do the same

Your lips connect and you start the kiss off slow

It’s only lips against lips, gently moving against each other

It quickly becomes heated when Adam prods at your lips with his tongue prompting you to open your mouth

Your tongues tangle as the kiss turns into a makeout session and you see Adam’s arms twitch

“Fuck,” Adam growled against your lips

You pull back slightly

“Already struggling?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your lips reconnect and Adam’s tongue invades your mouth

You might have teased him, but you yourself was finding it difficult to keep your own hands back

You both last about three minutes

Adam is the first to break it, hands going immediately to your tits

You consider making him hold out longer but you were just as impatient as him

Your hands fly to undo his belt

He’s hard as a rock just from three minutes of making out

He’s groping your chest so aggressively it bordered on painful, but that somehow made it more pleasurable

Eats you out so well

The sex afterwards is intense and passionate but Adam will not be participating in this challenge again

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #headcanons #headcanon #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #kinda smutty #hazbin valentino #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty

[personwhowrites]

Treasure

König x f!reader x Ghost, some f!reader x Price.

Slight intension of.. smut. MDNI!!!!

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His hazel eyes are locked onto you, following your every step and gesture with keen interest. They trail along the contours of your enchanting figure, lingering on your captivating face. He's completely absorbed, unable to get his fill. The reason behind his fascination is a mystery to him, but he's not bothered by it in the slightest.

"Ghost!" you exclaim, waving at him from across the field. "Hey!"

He simply nods and averts his gaze. A hint of disappointment creeps into your heart, preparing you to run towards him. Just as you're about to take off, a gentle hand grabs your arm.

"Y/n..." someone says, smiling. "Surprise!"

"König?" you say, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?"

You embrace him tightly, and he returns the hug, casting a glance towards Ghost. There's an intensity in his stare, a simmering tension. Ghost clenches his fists and curses under his breath. You're within his sights now, within his personal space... not König's.

"How have you been, mein Schatz?" König asks, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined. "Have you been good?"

"I should be asking you that..." you reply, a giggle escaping your lips. "But I have been. How was your three-month mission?"

Ghost watches with anger as König engages in conversation with you. He understands the meaning of "mein Schatz" - "my treasure." It infuriates him how oblivious you are to the endearment, how effortlessly you respond when König uses it. Do you not know its implications? Are you okay with being referred to that way? Lost in his thoughts, Ghost fails to notice you approaching with König. He only realizes you're there when you tug on his knife.

"Ghost?" you say softly, concern in your voice. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Ghost replies, his gaze shifting to König. "Was..."

"What?" König interjects, his glare now fixed on Ghost. "I'll talk to you later, Y/n. I need to catch up with Ghost."

"But I don't have to go anywhere?" you say, puzzled and unaware of the mounting tension. "I mean, I was hoping we could hang out and work on our sniper skills."

"Later, mein Schatz," König says softly to you. "I know Soap was looking for you."

You glance at the two men and bid them farewell before turning to leave. König's eyes darken as they meet Ghost's, an intense exchange of gazes. It's a sight to behold - a tall, menacing masked man locking eyes with another masked figure. It feels as though a confrontation is imminent.

"...You and Y/n seem to have gotten close while I was gone," König hisses, his gaze still fixed on you as you walk away. "How funny..."

"Funny?" Ghost retorts, his annoyance evident in his voice due to König's presence. "What are you doing here?"

"Easy now..." König responds, his eyes still on Ghost. "I outrank you."

Ghost remains silent, releasing a frustrated sigh. König moves to Ghost's left, leaning against the tires, creating a symbolic barrier. König always exploits his rank, using it to his advantage in any situation. It stirs Ghost's anger, knowing he can't say much without crossing a line, given König's tactic.

"Stay away from her," Ghost asserts, his attention now fixed on a pair of rookies training. "She's mine..."

"She isn't an object," König retorts, a hidden smirk beneath his mask. "She chooses who she wants to hang out with..."

"I never said she was an object," Ghost hisses, his response causing König to side-eye him. "She... she just needs to be with me."

"Why? Is it because she's replacing all the trauma you've endured?" König says, a sharpness in his tone, causing Ghost to snap his head towards him. "..Isn't that right, Simon?"

"You're one to talk... hiding your face because of some high school bullies," Ghost fires back, his fists colliding with the tire beside him. "You don't know anything about me."

"And you don't know anything about her," König replies, now focusing his gaze on Ghost. "...You know nothing. Not her favorite food, not her favorite animal and color..."

"Those are just minor details," Ghost asserts, standing tall. "I know her more than you think..."

Ghost storms off, determined to find you. König watches as Ghost departs, and then he, too, sets out to seek your presence.

"Soap?" you say, entering his room. "Hey, König said you were lo—"

You pause, noticing Price rummaging through Soap's belongings. Price freezes, his eyes meeting yours. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, clutching a letter in his hand. Glancing around the hallway, you swiftly close the door and turn your attention back to Price.

"...What are you doing?" you whisper-yell, a sense of urgency in your voice. "Price!"

"I don't have to explain myself," Price responds, locking eyes with you. "Why are you here?"

"König told me Soap was looking for me," you reply, snatching the letter from his grasp. "What is this?"

"Give it back," Price says urgently, attempting to reclaim the letter. "Y/n, I'm serious."

As you try to open the letter to read it, Price inches closer, attempting to grab it from your hands. Unbeknownst to both of you, Soap opens the door, causing you to stumble backward and fall gracefully. In the process, Price loses his balance and lands on top of you, with his face buried in your neck.

Soap's bewildered voice fills the room as he gazes at the unexpected scene, "What the hell... What were you two doing?"

Ghost swiftly helps Price up, and König takes the chance to lift you in his arms, carrying you protectively. You quickly hide the letter and glance at König. Meanwhile, Price clears his throat, seemingly embarrassed.

"I was looking for you," Price stammers, rubbing his hands together. "Seems like I found you."

Soap directs his attention to you, asking, "Y/n, why were you in my room?"

"König told me you were looking for me, so I came to see you," you reply as König sets you down. "I just didn't expect Price to be there."

"I wasn't looking for you," Soap says, giving König a questioning look.

You turn your head towards König, gasping dramatically, "You lied to me!" You exaggerate your disappointment and then turn to Ghost. "He lied! How could he?"

König nervously rubs his neck, unable to come up with an excuse this time. Ghost smirks under his mask, glad that König has finally been caught in a lie. Price grabs your arm, shooting you a glare.

"My office now," Price orders, leading you away. "You three can talk to her later."

You don't have a chance to bid farewell to the others as Price pushes through the crowd, making a beeline for his office. Once inside, he snatches the letter from your pocket, leaving you confused and sighing.

"What's the letter about?" you ask, amused by Price's behavior. "Is it some sort of love letter?"

"No... uh, it's just..." Price stumbles over his words, rubbing his eyes. "Nothing, you're dismissed."

"Whatever you say, Captain!" you respond with a chuckle before leaving Price's office. As you step out, you accidentally bump into Ghost, who swiftly grabs hold of you. "Not even a 'what happened'? How rude."

Ghost scans the area and notices König approaching. He starts walking with you, drawing attention from onlookers. While Ghost remains unaware, you can't help but notice. Your hands are intertwined, fingers touching and entwining with each other. A warm sensation spreads through your heart as you gaze at your joined hands. It feels like König's touch, yet somehow even better. Eventually, you come to a stop and realize you're in Ghost's room.

"Don't choose him," Ghost pleads, looking at you with desperation in his eyes. "Please..."

"What?" you reply, growing more confused. "Wait, don't choose who?"

"König... you... and him... please," Ghost says, removing his mask. "Choose me..."

"Ghost, I..." you begin to speak but pause, captivated by his face. "Ghost..."

Even in the simulated room, his eyes seem to shimmer. You watch as he gently places his hands on your face, his thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks. Your face warms up as he leans closer.

"...Choose me... please," Ghost whispers, his voice soft as honey. "...Choose me... over König..."

You remain silent, caught in the moment, when suddenly the door opens, and König pulls you away from Ghost. König glares at Ghost, and you shift your gaze to König as he removes his own mask. The tension is palpable. Ghost reaches out, grabbing your hand and trying to pull you towards him.

"Choose me," König repeats, echoing much of what Ghost said. "You have to... mein Schatz..."

"Guys... uh..." you stammer, trying to extricate yourself from their grasp. "I don't know what's happening. Why do I have to choose between my friends?"

"Friends?" they both say simultaneously.

"I mean, we are friends, right?" you inquire, utterly clueless. "Right?"

"Y/n, I love you," König declares, clutching your right hand. "...I love you, mein Schatz..."

"Y/n," Ghost's voice trembles with vulnerability as he takes hold of your right hand, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I can't keep it inside any longer. I love you... beyond the boundaries of friendship, beyond any words I can find. You mean everything to me. You're the moon that casts its gentle glow upon my darkest nights, and the sun that brightens my every day."

Stunned into silence, your mind races to make sense of the situation. Love? Is it possible that these two incredibly attractive men hold such deep affection for you? How and why did this come to be? Did you unknowingly impact their lives in some profound way, or is this an elaborate joke designed to mock your emotions?

"Wait, wait... what?" you stammer, your mind racing to comprehend the situation. "You two... love me?"

"Yes," Ghost replies, looking deeply into your eyes. "Pick one of us, so we don't have to keep suffering."

"It doesn't matter who you pick... we just want you to please pick," König adds, his gaze soft yet intense. "We can't keep pretending to hide our feelings for you."

Feeling overwhelmed, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. "Listen... you guys are both incredible," you say, trying to find the right words. "Any girl would be lucky to have either of you."

"But... I can't pick," you finally admit, your heart aching at the thought of hurting either of them. "I'm sorry... I hope we can still be friends and maybe..."

Before you can finish your sentence, Ghost's lips gently meet yours in a passionate kiss, taking you by surprise. The intensity of the moment sends shivers down your spine, and your eyes widen in shock. Just as you start to process what's happening, König leans in and captures your lips in another tender kiss, leaving you breathless.

The emotions swirling inside you are a whirlwind—confusion, desire, and affection all tangled together. You feel the softness of their lips, the warmth of their embrace, and the sincerity of their affections.

Finally pulling away, they both gaze at you with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Your cheeks flush red and you take a moment to catch your breath, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of feelings that now consume you.

But before you can utter another word, they nod to each other with a silent understanding. Ghost reaches out and switches off the lights, enveloping the room in darkness.

In the darkness, the sensations intensify, every touch by them makes your body burn with passion. Ghost's lips meet with yours, his kiss desperate with a passionate. The taste of him, mingled with a hint of urgency, lingers on your tongue, leaving you yearning for more.

As Ghost pulls away, König steps forward, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His kiss is a tender exploration, a delicate fight of lips and tongues that speaks volumes of his adoration. You can feel the softness of his mouth, the gentle pressure of his embrace, as he deepens the kiss, his desire mingling with yours.

The room becomes an intimate sanctuary, the darkness providing a cloak of intimacy that allows you to fully immerse yourself in the moment. Time loses all meaning as their kisses become an intricate symphony, a passionate exchange that transcends words and captivates your senses.

With each kiss, the intensity builds, the longing and desire intertwining with every brush of their lips against yours. The taste of Ghost and König becomes an intoxicating elixir, their essence seeping into your very being, leaving an indelible mark upon your soul.

Their hands continue their exploration, tracing trails of warmth along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Every touch, every caress, is a testament to their love, their desire to please and ignite the same fervor within you. They take turns kissing your tender skin, slowly removing a piece of clothing, gently whispering sweet words into your ears.

“..Be good for us..” König mumbles while gently kissing your neck. “..be a good.. girl..”

“You will be good for us.. won’t you.. mien Schatz?” Ghost hums in your ear while pulling you to the bed. “Right..?”

Your face burns up as you feel their hands trail all over your body. The darkness.. being your friend that long.. long afternoon.

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[oh-surprise-its-me]

Pornstar Sladick au

Dick normally works with women switching but has been known to work with Roy. Slade works with men, and he really only likes working with sub bottoms.

Dick gets to make a film with Slade but the plot is different, Slade still tops but he’s the sub and the plot is Dick has to ‘tame the wild military man’

It goes about as well as you would expect (exceptionally well and they fall in love because I want them to and they get an even bigger audience once they get married)

#sladedick #slade wilson #dick grayson #no powers au #dc #my ao3 is recycleyourself go party over there if you wanna #pls someone do it #smut? kinda #kinda smutty #deathstroke #nightwing #headcanon #i’m not sober #as always write a fic if you wanna #I woke up and decided to make it everyone else’s problem #sladick #mac writes dc

[thedemonburnsofficial]

Lil bit of a headcanon I think is cute (first post)

(MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS; DNI)

Okay- I feel like Hobie would brush up a bit of the language you speak (for my bilingual babes)

He would like, learn small phrases and stuff, but it's mean so much because he's willing to do it just for you

LIKE- IMAGINE HIM SAYING 'I LOVE YOU' IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE OR PRAISING YOU WHILE FUCKING RAILING YOU INTO OBLIVION???? (For me, Spanish)

JUST- HIM IN HIS HOT VOICE; 'Eres una buena chica, sigue adelante." MMMMMMMMMMMMM- OR FUCKING; 'Te amo mucho,'

(Help- I made the Hobie AI speak Spanish and I'm dying- He sounds so foine)

Me and Hobie fr gonna gets married, y'all invited ^^

#hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie my beloved #kinda smutty

[epiclamer]

Hey just wondering if you could do something where Villian (or Hero) is flirting with Hero (or Villian) until they are extremely flustered to the point they can't comprehend anything :) All good if you can't👍 Thankyou:)

I WANTED TO WRITE A TRAPS SNIPPET SOOOOO-

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Trapped

Hero didn’t like the odds of the situation they were currently trapped in. Literally. Here they were, hanging in the air, tangled in a net, in the middle of Villains base.

Resources? None. Help? None. Backup? None. Hope? None. Pure, raw fear? Lots.

Villain was well-known and feared by the city itself. They didn’t waste time in getting the information they wanted or needed and held a reputation as a cruel torturer; nobody that went in, came out. Villain was a cold-hearted murderer, with no respect or mind for others as they went about their crimes and shenanigans. The last thing any hero wanted was to be assigned a post with Villain, it was practically suicide.

However, Hero was tired of living in fear, they were tired of cowering and hiding from their assigned nemesis. They had been trailing Villain for the past month and everything had been going just fine until three minutes ago when Hero had practically dug themselves a grave.

They had gotten too cocky and now they were going to pay for it.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t my favourite nemesis yet.” The voice sent cold chills running down Hero’s spine, making them freeze from their wriggling escape and still out of pure terror. “You know, I was waiting for you to get caught. You’re the only one to have made it this far and the bravest to ever even consider setting foot in my territory. I’m impressed.”

Villain stood just a few feet away from the dangling hero, watching them intently with clever eyes and a knowing smirk, almost as if they could hear Hero’s heart beating out of their chest and the sweat collecting along their spine. Hero didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid it would get them killed, but Villain seemed almost lax at the sight of the intruder in their home base.

“Darling, if we’re going to have a conversation you need to talk, hm? Or have you lost your words along with your head?” The casualness with how the Villain flirted was so incredibly charming, Hero could hear their heart skip a beat as blush rose to their cheeks.

“I-I uhm… H-how did you know I would be here?” Hero wasn’t fooling anyone with their shaking voice and sweaty palms, but Villain seemed to find their fear adorning as they smiled.

“I’ve been watching you for the past month, lovely. You’re quite the talented little hero, it’s too bad that a trap as simple as this one would be your fate, hm?” Making the hero squirm and turn a ghostly white seemed to only amuse the villain. “Maybe if you have something more… interesting to offer I could let you off the hook just this once…”

Hero’s face went from a sickly pale green to a tomato red unusually fast and Villain couldn’t help but chuckle at the display. They stepped forward towards the net, Hero’s face just a few inches above Villains as they stepped close enough to feel the others hot breath fanning against their ear.

“Oh Hero, you and I both know that ever since you’ve been assigned as my new nemesis, you’ve been enjoying the position a little too much, hm?” Villain raised one hand and Hero flinched back, trying to create as much room between the two of them as possible.

“W-wait- please-” But before Hero could get another word out Villain had grabbed hold of the netting and yanked it down so the two were face to face. Locking eyes with their nemesis as they leaned forward until the net was the only thing keeping the pair apart.

Villains smell was intoxicating and their close proximity drove Hero wild, they just wanted to press their bodies together and forget about everything else. No more task force, no more heroism or paperwork. Just the villain and just the hero, together.

It was true that Hero had been studying a little bit too intently on the villain and their suit, but they couldn’t help themselves. Villain was ravishing and all of Hero’s senses were zeroed in on their primal instincts of need. They needed the villain and they needed them now. That’s what had pushed them to try and pull off such a risky task in the first place, driven by greed and lust to try and even just get another taste of what Villain had to offer.

“I know what you want little hero, but I promise you won’t be able to do so much as think tomorrow besides dwell on how good my touch felt against your skin.”

#SLAY #VIOLET #BEAUREGARD #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #smutty #suggestive #kinda smutty #heroes and villains #villains and heroes