#smut?

[d33pd3sire-blog]

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds x reader #bau #emily prentiss fanfiction #agent prentiss #emily prentiss criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #dom x sub #smut? #fluff

[florvaine]

pretty kitty.

Hobie is a little a little too excited to see you at another robbery. (afab! black cat! reader)

genre: fluff, nsfw mentions

warnings: nsfw mentions, teasing, swearing, stealing, throat grabbing, binding (is that the right word?).

-—- “WE AIN’T DOIN’ THIS AGAIN, DOLLFACE,” His raspy, London accent rings around the large jewellery store, “We both know you don’t like hidin’ from me, yeah?”

With his mask now pulled off of his face, wicks bouncing free from the confines of the spikey-mohawk on top of his mask, he looks around with his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. He twitches his nose, spinning around in his spot a few times - slowly surveying the area.

Hobie was, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, waiting for another call in of a robbery. With the chance of it being you that he had to ‘take down’. Something in the way you seemed almost fueled by his remarks, or the way your hips swayed with each calculated step, he knew why you were called ‘Black Cat’.

Sly, quiet, flexible and complete and utter bad luck.

But if you were bad luck, why weren’t his senses going haywire?

A silky voice responds, “But where’s the fun in that? I’d rather hide in plain sight and watch you try find me like a little puppy.”

Hobie has to stop his lashes from fluttering close, looking up to meet eyes with you. Underneath the black latex mask (that he regularly made fun of; ‘why have a mask if it doesn’t cover anything?’ He’d say) your e/c eyes crinkled as you smile.

“C’mon, as much as I love the idea of takin’ from the rich, you gotta return that shit.” Hobie points at the black velvet bag dangling from your belt.

You pout, and the man almost feels bad, “I thought you liked our little run-ins, you seemed pretty eager to come,”

Hobie’s mind goes straight into the gutter; he suppresses a groan.

You drop down from the ceiling, upright and running a finger along his jawline from your close proximity, “What about a chase, hm? You like those.”

Hobie’s held tilts in the direction your finger runs, a thin, silver point making it’s way along his supple skin and tracing his adam’s apple, whilst your e/c eyes look up at him. His tongue runs against his lip ring, the hoop shifting slightly.

“Will that get you to return everything, kitty?” His eyes lower to your lips, back up to your eyes and then they closed tightly with a hiss as you left a miniscule cut beside his adams apple.

His burnt-auburn eyes open again, and now you’re in the doorway across the room, leaning against it with the velvet pouch in your hand. A golden-banded ring with a large diamond in the middle is plucked between your thumb and pointer finger. Your eyes drag across the shimmering jewellery and flicker up to him.

The ring is now back in the bag, and you take of running with a chuckle. It’s around this time Hobie sighs, a smirk on his lips as he yanks his mask back on, a web sticking above the doorway to accelerate his speed.

The jewellery store is open, but practically everything inside is fragile. He notes this, a few extra layers of precaution filter through his body, checking his movements before he does anything.

A streak of black from your form-fitting suit dances across his vision through the door to the left of the hallway you were previously in. The sound of a hollow metal rings through his ears before he enters after you, and he stops at the sight of three metal barrels on the floor.

Ahead of him, turning around from him with a grin on your face, you turn around and continue running away from him. A flight of stairs ascends from the end of the hallway, exactly where you’re headed.

He huffs, vaulting over them, “Really? Barrels? God, that’s cliché of you.” He snarks quietly, outstreching his hand as a thick string of web shoots out towards you.

The web misses, splatting against the wall to the right of your body at shoulder height.

“All you got, Hobie?” You say. His name rolls off the tip of your tongue, and it sounds like music to his ears.

The man bites back a quip, aiming and shooting another web in your direction

The thwip of his web is the first thing you hear, and then it’s the feeling of it latching onto your forearm as your tugged backwards.

A small sound is released from your lips and you lean backwards to try break, but only to go against the his web on the other side of you. The bag is clutched in your free hand, and the drawstring to the pouch is quickly moved to dangle out of your teeth as you use the silver claws on the tips of your fingers to cut the web.

It works, but rather slowly as Hobie’s a lot closer to you now. You pull the drawstring back into your right hand, turning back around and dodging another web that he shot your way.

“We always do this, Y/n. It always ends the same.” He calls, and the exciting thing is you knew exactly what it meant.

With extra fuel, you reach and open the door ahead with ease, looking back to see Hobie just seconds away from the door. He slings yet another web in your direction, but you close the door just in time.

The web hits the doorframe and the door, sticking it together - and with all the speed he had gained - Hobie couldn’t slow down in time.

A loud bang follows you shutting the door, and you wince, jogging up the stairs with the clicking of your chunky heeled boots. The jewellery clinks with each step you take.

Hobie’s spitting curses as he pulls at the webbing on the door, and a thought passes your mind. Eyes looking back at the door at the bottom of the stairs, you smile.

The taller of the two of you finally manages to pry the door open, his mask discarded in his pocket as blood drips down from his right nostil.

He takes a breath, then bolts up the stairs with something new shining behind his eyes.

“Kitty,” He calls once he passes the open door that lead to the roof.

It’s a clear night, and the jewellery store is beside and opposite over taller buildings with less pretty exterior. The stars are bright, the moon in a waxing crescent. Fresh air and the sounds of cars below filter through the air.

His hands aren’t in his pockets rather dangling at his side, and there’s blood spilling from his nose, running over each indent and crack in his lips and smudged at his chin. Eyes squinted slightly, he catches sight of you crouched on the edge of a railing.

You turn to run, but his web is faster. A new force applied to both of your wrists drags you back, a squeal leaving your mouth as you’re pulled towards him. Your back meets his chest, and you huff with a small smile, trying to hide your enjoyment.

His hand raises to your throat, a gentle squeeze that left your mind running circles. His tilts your head upwards, and you meet his gaze.

“You see what ya’ve done, hm?” His eyes scan yours before they move to your wrists bound behind your back.

Something about that picture causes a reaction in his lower stomach.

You hum, “I can see it, looks pretty hot to me.” Voice husky and low, you reply.

“Might look hot but it hurts a lot, dollface.” He trails his other hand across your forehead, moving a few loose strands back behind your ears.

“You should see someone for that, get some painkillers.”

“Why don’t you distract from the pain, huh? I don’t have any painkillers on me now, but you’re right here. Plus, you did this to me.” His hand lowers from your throat to the base of you neck, and with your wrists still bound, he lowers his head down to the place where your shoulder and neck meet.

His lips kiss gently at the skin, before he bites and nibbles at each free spot of skin you had on show above your collarbones. Each time his lips meet the flesh of your neck you let out a sound - a groan, a breath or a light moan.

Through your rushing thoughts and whispered sounds you speak, “You know the bag is in the stairway, right?”

He hums against your skin, tongue running over his most recent hickey like a cat grooming itself.

“I did, I saw it,” His mouth moves up to your ear to whisper, “I just wanted you.”

His lips meet yours, and the taste of metal fills your senses. His lip ring is cool against your warming connection, and you can feel his tongue sliding against your lips to tease you. You can feel his hips roll forwards into you, and you activity have to stop yourself from whimpering as you feel him.

“This is gonna be a long night, ain’t it, kitty?” He whispers against your lips.

-—-

#*{ ‘. florawrites<3 #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #across the spiderverse #atsv hobie #spiderman x reader #atsv fanfiction #hobie brown #female reader #fluff #smut?

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

Bite | A.V x Reader

warnings: kinda smutty but not? smutty themes?? biting, mentions of blood, uhhh

a/n: thank you to @agirllovespancakes who hyped me up enough to actually write a bite scene 😭 slowly getting over my fear of writing smut (i’m not sure if this even counts but WE ARE ONE STEP CLOSER BABAYYYY)

ʚɞ

“What does it feel like?” You blurted out the thought before you could stop it and Alec hummed as he looked down at you, frowning in confusion.You lifted your head from where it rested on his chest, unlacing your hands from the absentminded fiddling with his fingers you had been entertaining yourself with.

“When you bite someone… what does it feel like?” He watched you for a moment, taking in the way your head tilted in curiosity and how your eyes searched his own. He sucked in a breath before moving to take your hand in his once again, reinterlacing your fingers together.

“Well, I can’t say I really remember what it felt like-”

“That’s not a good answer.” You cut him off with a grumble. Playfully glaring at you for the interruption, he attempted to brush your pout away with the thumb of his free hand, smiling at you teasingly. Cupping your cheek softly he scolded you. “Stop sulking and allow me to finish what I was about to say.”

“Fine...” You playfully turned to nip at the palm of his hand. Alec let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest whilst pressing a kiss to your interlocked fingers before he continued.

“Initially it hurts- a sharp sting at the very least…” He paused to take in your reaction, and you raised your eyebrow. “However I have heard before that it can be rather… arousing?”

“Arousing?”

“Mhmm”

There was a short pause of silence before you spoke your mind again.

“ As in for you or-?” He thought over your question before he answered.

“Well, in a way yes. Human blood can send any vampire into a sort of… pleasure filled frenzy.” You scrunched your face at his words and he laughed softly, stroking his thumb along your jaw.

“But depending on the circumstances of the bite and whether the vampire allows for the venom to enter your bloodstream or not, it can feel pleasant.”

“So… it’s the venom that makes it burn?” You looked at him in mild wonder and he nodded.

“The initial bite will be painful, if we allow the venom to follow it makes it even more excruciating. Why do you ask? You want a demonstration?”

Your cheeks flushed crimson, burying your face back into his chest momentarily to compose yourself. You lifted your head up after a few seconds, scowling at him playfully.

“I was just curious. I want to be prepared for when I have to be… bitten.” You stumbled over your words for a moment making him frown.

“There isn’t a need to be worried, sweetface. I’ll be right there with you the entire time.”

You beamed at him happily though your nerves did not dissipate. He smirked, moving his hand from your face and removing his other hand from your grip to push your shoulder gently, forcing you to lay back on the bed as he moved to hover over you. “Perhaps I should give you a demonstration to get rid of those nerves”

You giggled loudly as he began pressing kisses down the side of your face, along your jaw, across your neck, before stopping and sucking lightly on the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You let out a shuddering breath as he lapped at the supple skin gently, occasionally pressing his tongue and grazing his teeth against you. Your hands fisted his hair, a breathy moan of his name spilling over your lips before you could stop yourself. He placed one last gentle kiss before pulling away to watch your face.

“Why- Why did you stop?” Your voice was small, an underlying sense of desire hidden beneath. With you half-lidded eyes you began searching his face for discomfort - you found none. A wave of embarrassment flooded over you, blinking them closed for a moment of composure whilst pressing the palms of your hands against them. Alec’s hand brushed across your forehead absentmindedly, moving away the hair which had strayed across.

“You really want me to?” The surprise was clearly evident in his voice. Almost nervously, he shuffled to hover fully above you, using his thigh to push your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, both hands now planted firmly on your waist. Your eyes opened fully, bopping your head enthusiastically and wrapping your own arms back around his neck. A low groan echoed through the room, and he tightened his hold on you. Goosebumps rose on your arms, a small wave of arousal washing through you before it went away just as quick. Only for a moment.

“You are certain?” The vampire buried his head back into your neck to continue the kisses he had stopped, only this time they were directly below your pulse point where your scent was much more potent.

“A hundred and ten percent sure.” You mumbled before taking a sharp inhale as his lips brushed a sweet spot once again. Arching into him, he removed one hand from your waist to wrap an arm around your back, pulling you against him and whispering softly, seductively into your ear.

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

You whimpered loudly as he pressed a rougher kiss against you before his teeth cut through you like a hot knife through butter. A loud gasp followed, and he just barely pulled away to hush you softly, using his thumb to brush soft circles on your lower back in comfort. He returned to the bite, sucking some blood from the wound and groaning as it hit his tongue.

“Amore.” The husky way he spoke, paired with the way his lips brushed against your neck and the soft circles he traced across your back drew a lust filled moan from you and you moved to tug the hair at the nape of his neck, releasing another moan from him, softer this time. Pleasure spiked across your body, down your spine and creating a pit in your stomach the more he drank from you, and all you could do as he licked and sucked at your neck was whimper and moan pitifully. He inhaled a few more mouthfuls before pausing to collect himself, unsure whether his control will allow him to take anymore from you.

“You taste fucking divine.” He moaned into your ear. He used his nose to gently trace across your jawline momentarily, a subtle attempt at comforting you. His eyes caught sight of the blood escaping your neck, leaning down and using his tongue to clean the droplets which attempted to drip down to your collarbone. You whimpered - much louder than you had previously - and made an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You felt your hips move on their own accord, desperately seeking some friction as he lapped at your throat. Teeth pierced through the bite one last time, taking a few more mouthfuls, followed by a larger gulp before he forced himself to pull away, sealing the wound shut with his tongue.

He moved himself off of you and onto his back, pulling you onto your side. You were still as you rested next to him, seeking to regulate your breathing before you tried to say anything. Your own eyes were closed as he watched you intently, frowning as he watched you shakily inhale. After a moment you opened your eyes, meeting his own with a lopsided smile on your lips.

“Hi…” You spoke shyly, making him laugh - properly laugh.

“Hello to you too, beautiful girl.” You shuffled and buried yourself into him, breathing him in and he smiled, still stroking your back with his head resting against your hair. Another moment of silence fell upon the both of you before he spoke again.

“Felt good?” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. You hummed in response, body still trembling irregularly and a petulant look upon your face as you looked up at him.

“Mhmm… but now I need help.”

He smirked at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. The remnant taste of your own blood sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, moving so you were now on top of him, straddling his waist.

“I’m sure I can be of help.”

ʚɞ

taglist: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes

#omg the title how original😍 #alec volturi #alec volturi x y/n #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi oneshot #alec volturi x human!reader #alec volturi x you #alec volturi fic #demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #volturi #twilight #smut? #fluff #twilight volturi #twilight fan fiction #volturi fics #the twilight saga

[forgetminot]

Not sure if youre taking requests but if u are then i wanna request leon with aftercare. How he'd treat his s/o when theyre sore and all that

Aftercare with Leon.

[check my pinned for if my requests are open and the rules for them, I don't write smut so here's some short head cannons]

He'd clean you up first; let you lay down and relax as he runs a hot flannel against your skin.

He will happily give you a back massage when you complain about all the aches and pains, his calloused hands rubbing your shoulders as you groan from the pleasure into the pillow below you.

He always asks if you need anything: a glass of water, a quick snack. - you usually ask for a cuddle.

Which he happily accepts.

He wraps his arms around you tightly from behind, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He's usually the first to fall asleep, even when he tries his best not to.

You hold his hand as you both sleep impossibly close together, snuggled under the bed sheets.

When you wake up he brings you something to eat, or runs you a warm bath; he always joins you.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #x reader #reader insert #resident evil #fanfic #fanfiction #gn reader #gender neutral reader #smut? #aftercare #leon resident evil #resident evil leon

[pocket-jack]

"Kid and Law making out, kissing and biting"

Kid: Those clothes feels really tight on you. How about taking it off for me?

Law, drunken by the kisses: Whatever you say, captain...

Kid: "Freezes in shock"

Law: Kid?

Kid: .....How did you call me?

Law: Cap- "Realizes" Aaaah... I didn't notice?..

Kid: ...

Killer: ...

Kid: ...

Killer: Mp.... So-...

Kid: I HAVE A FUCKING 'CAPTAIN' KINK KNOW!

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Kid is just this guy who talks about his personal life with his friend

#one piece #trafalgar law #eustass kid #kidlaw #smut? #kinda...

[illusionsdelusions101]

Bet~Pedri Gonzalez

Type~Fluff with a bit of kissing

Pedri was an amazing friend. And he called you an amazing friend too. And doing everything together would definitely result in someone falling in love with the other person, right? Sure. Whatever you say. Pedri and you made a bet a year after you met.

You were sitting on the couch watching some cheesy friends to lovers movie when you said “Ugh, why would anyone be with their friend? It’s so awkward, you’ll have nothing to talk about!” You complain and munch on some popcorn, Pedri raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Whatever you say, it seems sweet.” He points out. You scoff and roll your eyes. “Sure. Within a week it would be just radio silence from each other. Pedri, can we just stay friends?” You look up at him. He turns to you “Like a bet that we don’t fall in love with each other?” He gave the bowl of popcorn to you. You take it and then nod. You shook hands and an agreement was formed. Don’t fall in love.

A year later

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?? YOU MADE THAT BET??” Your friend screams at you on the phone. You cringe at the memory while straightening your hair for a party you decide to attend with Pedri. “Look, I made it as a joke! I didn’t think i’d actually fall in love but he keeps up bringing jokes whenever we’re around Mikky and Frenkie like “Thank god that will never be us!” hits me on the shoulder and runs to the pitch then I always get a reminder how I fucked up!” You put the straightener down and groan. “Y/n. Get that man tonight or someone else will. You know your red dress? Wear that and he’ll swoon!” Your friend makes kissy noises and you groan again. “Fine! Fine! I have to go. Call you later?” You pick up the phone and press the hang up button. You go into your wardrobe and pick out a red bodycon dress. It was time to make this boy yours.

You show up to the party, hosted in a club and walk inside after paying the taxi driver. You didn’t spot Pedri immediately, you also didn’t come together because he thought a lot of fans would assume your together and he didn’t want that for you. You sat down at the bar, the club already full of dancing, electronic music and a strong smell of alcohol. You order a martini and play with the toothpick after you downed it. You glance at the door. When was he gonna be here?

Pedri was shuffling through the crowd of bodies, pushing and shoving a bit sometimes when he finally made it over to the bar, he saw you in the red dress, making his cheeks red and not from the booze. But when he saw you talking to some other guy, he was sent into a quiet rage. Yes, he liked you. But that stupid bet you made felt real so he was respecting your wishes, but if having a relationship with some fuckface then yeah, he was gonna break it. He made his way to you and tapping you on the shoulder. As you turn around, he sees that the guy has put his hand on your thigh. That was the final straw.

“Let’s go.” He said. You look at his confused. “What? I mean alright, you’re my ride so.” You get up, feeling the man’s hand slip off your thigh. “Nice to meet you.” You smile politely. He says the same and you walk away with Pedri. You made the way into his car and after being inside for a minute, he still hasn’t turn the car on. “Pedri, are we-“ “I don’t wanna see you with another guy.” He says, gripping the steering wheel. “What? Pedri, you can’t say stuff like that.” You look at him exasperated. He looked at you and after one minute he was kissing you on the lips. You pull him away a tiny bit and with red cheeks and heavy breathing you ask him “What about the bet?” You gulp.

“Screw the bet, your mine princesa.” He smirks and goes to kiss you again.

#oneshot #x reader #football #soccer #fluff #la liga #fc barcelona #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #pedri gonzalez #smut?

[zxvmp]

Toge Inumaki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: improper use of techniques, slightly suggestive (not exactly smut, just hip grinding and making out 😛), mentions of depression, starving, and anxiety.

summary: you’re a new student at jujustu high looking for a way to understand curses more and control your technique. what you didn’t expect was getting yourself distracted by a particular boy..

a/n: this take place when yuta, maki, panda, and toge are all first years so my life’s easier lmao. kinda long story, probably should’ve done this on ao3 tbh 😭

Gojo had told you to meet in a classroom down the hall so he could introduce you to the other first years of jujutsu high. You always knew curses existed in the world, at a young age you discovered your technique. Strange markings formed on the palms of your hands and just from the touch of your skin you could dismantle peoples body’s parts. A very dangerous technique. You’ve hurt more people than you could count, even your own parents. Something you’d never forgive yourself for.

After unintentionally harming people, you shut yourself out and ignored many people in your life. Those people didn’t deserve to live their life with missing limbs because of your technique. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper into depression, rarely going out, and barely eating. Many things changed after a special grade sorcerer by the name of Satoru Gojo introduced you to the world of cursed energy and a high school specially made for people like yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your gloved fists slid open the shoji door.

Immediately you felt all eyes on you. Everyone’s piercing gazes sent shivers down your spine from how intimidated they were. Was that a panda?

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?” Gojo suggested.

Your eyes stared at the floor as you fiddled with your fingers, trying to think of an introduction. Letting out a deep sigh, you raised your head with confidence and began to speak.

“My name is (y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

Gojo began to introduce you to the people in the room, but one stuck out the most. He had white hair with a slight silver tint to it and beautiful lavender colored eyes. Although you couldn’t see his full face, he seemed to give you a smile when Gojo finally told you his name.

“I think you and Toge will get along the most, which is why i’ll be sending you both on a mission.”

Of course, out of all the people he had to choose him.

“A mission? Already?” You ask nervously. You had just started at the school and he was already sending you on a mission.

“Uhh yeah?” Gojo snickered, motioning for the two of you to follow him out.

You hesitated to follow, but seeing Toge follow him out made you follow as well. Giving a quick wave goodbye to the others, you quickly caught up the boys. As you walked beside them, you couldn’t help but feel nervous and kick the rocks on the road to help distract your mind. You’d never fully experienced a fight against a cursed creature, so you had no idea what you’d do when you’d encounter one. Toge seemed to notice your nervousness and poked your shoulder.

“Mustard leaf.”

Squinting your eyes at the boy, he seemed puzzled as well.

“Mustard leaf?” You ask out of confusion.

Gojo let out a low chuckle before turning to you to explain why he used strange words to communicate. Apparently he was a cursed speech user, and to prevent from harming himself and others, he uses rice ball ingredients to speak.

“So do you understand what he’s saying?” You whisper, only loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“No, but sometimes I act like I do to make him feel better.” Gojo snickered, gaining the attention of the cursed speech user.

After Gojo placed a barrier around the school you were assigned, you were now left alone with Toge. As much as you tried to understand what he was saying, he became frustrated and let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry..” You say, feeling guilty you couldn’t understand what he was trying to say.

He quickly shook his hands and made a few strange gestures that made you raise an eyebrow. With a roll of his eyes he pulled out his phone and began to type into a notepad app.

“Not you, me. You are okay.”

You quickly realized he was frustrated with himself and not you, which made you a bit more relieved.

“I see, what exactly where you trying to say earlier?”

He began to tap his screen fast, showing you another response.

“Wanted to see if you were okay, seemed stress.”

You found it cute he cared about how he cared for you despite you two just meeting. Looking at his soft features you could tell he was a kind-hearted person.

“Awe thank you. I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

Before he could respond, his eyes quickly darted to the curse behind you. In seconds you watched his fingers unzip his large collar and push you out the way.

“Explode!”

Your eyes widened as the curse immediately exploded from just the sound of his voice. Speaking of his voice, he sounded very hot all of a sudden. Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly rushed to his side to made sure he was okay. Looking at his face you could see markings on both of his cheeks, and his tongue that was stuck out.

“Thank you, are you alright?”

He gave you a nodded and zipped his collar back up, continuing to walk forward as if what he just did wasn’t amazing. Jogging to his side you couldn’t help but smile, he was very cute.

“That’s a very unique technique you have, I like your markings.” You say with a small smile.

You two stared into each others eyes before he whispered a small ‘thanks’. It was a shame he was limited to short words, his voice was so beautiful.

Walking through the halls of an empty school felt so strange, especially with the weird feeling of eyes constantly on you. You’d always have sharp senses, but being with him made you more nervous than you should’ve been. Setting your thoughts aside you took a deep inhale to focus yourself on the mission. As you both turned a corner you were both face to face with a large curse. This time you took the lead and defended him before he used his speech technique.

Placing your gloves in your skirt pocket, you raised on hand and placed it on the curses rough skin. The curse cried out in pain as it’s body crumbled away from just the touch of your palm. A slight sting formed in the hand you had just used, causing you to wince in pain.

“Mustard leaf.”

You had remembered he asked you that question earlier, and he explained to you moments ago he was asking if you were alright. Putting two and two together you understood what he was trying to say.

“I’m fine, just a slight pain.”

He nodded and reached for you hand, but you quickly whipped them away before he could touch them. You didn’t know if letting him touch your hands would harm him, and you didn’t want to risk any chances.

“I might hurt you.” You say, placing your hands behind your back.

“Bonito Flakes.” Toge said shaking his head, reaching for your hand once more.

You gasped once he made contact, but to your surprise nothing happened to him. Mouth open in shock, he observed your hands and markings and gave you a smile before placing them back down gently. Maybe this was what Gojo meant by us getting along. You two shared some common traits.

He pulled out his phone to type into his notes app once more and held his screen in front of his face.

“If you focus hard enough, you won’t hurt the people you care about.”

Gojo had explained to you that throughout your time at the school you’d gain control over your technique, and thinking about it now, he could be right. You stared down at your palms and eyes the two markings on your palms. You knew they meant destruction, so you always thought anything you touched would be destroyed.

The two of you shared a quick smile before continuing your walk around to find the main curse to exorcise, but as you followed the white haired boy, a large tentacle broke through a window startling you both. Large glass pieces flew through the air, some leaving cuts on your exposed skin. Toge took action and unzipped his collar, yelling “Twist.”

The tentacle twisted and you could hear the cries of the curse outside as it retracted its tentacle. That curse had to be the one you were both looking for. It was very large and you could feel how powerful its energy was. Since you were only on the second floor it’d be safe to jump out to save the time of running down the halls and down the stairs to reach the creature. Giving Toge a quick nod, you both jumped out the window.

“Don’t move!”

The curse stilled it’s movements, giving you the time to place your hands on it to destroy it. Since the size of the curse was pretty big, destroying it took a lot of energy and focus. Soon after the contact you made with it, the curse cried out and exploded, causing you to fall to ground from its body crumbling away. Your hands trembled and you silently cried in pain from the intense stinging you felt in your hands.

Toge quickly rushed to your side, one hand placed on your back and the other turning your chin towards him. “Mustard leaf?!”

Even with the pain you felt, you couldn’t help but feel flustered from how close you two were in the moment. You could see all of his features much clearer now. His sharp jawline, pale clear skin, beautiful lavender eyes, he was so ethereal. His eyebrows raising caused you to snap of your daze and made you nudge him away from you to calm yourself down.

“It’s just the after effects, I promise you i’m fine.”

You gave him a quick smile before standing and placing your gloves back onto your hands. He coughed a bit as he zipped his collar up, making you wonder if using cursed speech took a toll on his throat. It must’ve if he had to use it all the time.

Gojo congratulated you for completing your first mission without any injuries and sent you back to the academy in a car with your new friend. During the car ride the two of you shared some things about each other throughout text messages since you still couldn’t fully understand what he was trying to tell you.

You learned quickly that he could be a tease, but you didn’t mind.

The next three months was spent going on missions with your new teammates—Maki, Panda, and Yuta— and intense training. You learned that Maki couldn’t use cursed energy which you found unfortunate, but despite her not having cursed energy she was very admirable. She was extremely flexible and incredibly good at wielding weapons; you lost almost every sparing match against her. The other two were very kind, especially Yuta. He could be very awkward sometimes but told good jokes to make up for it.

One thing you wished you could ignore throughout those three month were the strong feelings you felt towards. Toge. There had always been this strange tension between the two of you whenever it was just the two of you hanging out. Even being his best friend, you always felt slightly nervous around him to the point you tried to avoid him at times. You felt bad when you watched his expression in his eyes change when you ignored his questjons. He, of course, respected your wishes whenever you avoided him. Not ever considering using his technique to force you to explain why you avoided him at times.

…Well, he at least tried to.

Your avoiding had been going on for weeks now and he was starting to become frustrated. Maki wouldn’t even tell him why, he knew she knew but he wanted to hear it come from your mouth.

A knock on your door startled you from the book you had been reading as you quickly walked over to see who see who had knocked at such a late time.

Your eyes widened as it was the one boy you had been avoiding for the past three weeks. Before you could close the door, Toge quickly stopped it and forced his way in, closing it behind him.

Usually he’d text you before coming to your room, so his sudden appearance made you nervous since you were dressed in a large t-shirt with only a bra and underwear on underneath.

“H-Hey Toge, what’s up?” You say nervously, fiddling with your hands behind your back. His intense stare made you even more nervous than you needed to be, and you just knew your cheeks were a bright red.

His eyes squinted as he cocked his head to the side, eyeing you up and down before sighing.

“Avoiding.” Toge whispered.

Damn, did he catch on?

“What do you mean?” You say, playing dumb.

He scoffed and pushed past you, heading towards your desk to write on a sticky note. “Don’t play dumb (y/n).”

Did he finally notice your strange behavior? The way you fumbled your words around him and evident blush that always coated your cheeks whenever he touched or looked at you. Maybe avoiding him made him put things together, and now he was confronting you about it. He scribbled down a new sentence, holding the note in your face.

“You’ve been avoiding me, why?”

You gasped in shock at his accusation, of course he wasn’t wrong, but you still didn’t want to admit it. “I have not been avoiding you, Toge.”

He sighed as he rolled his eyes, hands running through his hair before ripping another note to write down another sentence.

“Tell me, please?”

Your heart rate increased from the intimidating gaze he gave you as he held the note out for you to read.

“It’s getting late. You should-”

“Tell me.” Toge said, his cursed energy immediately hitting your body.

Your words flew out of your mouth immediately without any warning, “I’ve been avoiding you because I like you.”

Both of your eyes widened, yours mostly widened because he used his technique on you and he’d never done that before. Your hands instantly flew your mouth as you backed away slowly before you stumbled onto your couch.

Toge took a full stack of sticky notes along with a pen and quickly rushed to sit beside you.

“N-No! I swear that isn’t it. I don’t know why I said that.” You chuckle nervously.

He shook his head and wrote down a note for you to read. “Don’t lie. Do you really like me?”

At this point, your heart was pounding out of your chest, ready to burst at any given moment. You clenched your hands into a fist onto your thighs as you turned your flushed face away from him, too embarrassed to tell him to his face.

“Face towards me.” Toge demanded.

A slight shock ring throughout your body before you felt your body move on it’s own, you now facing Toge again.

“Hey stop doing that! That’s unfair.” You pout, unable to turn your body.

Toge scoffed and shoved another sticky note to your face, “I don’t want to have to ask again. >:(”

You sighed in defeat as you lowered you head, whispering a small ‘yes’.

Toge smirked as he tossed the paper and pen to the side, tilting your chin up towards him, mouthing “I like you too.”

Your mouth parted slightly and Toge took that as his chance to place a quick kiss onto your soft lips. As he pulled back a bit to admire your expression, you could see his sly smile on his face. You knew he was enjoying this. Without thinking, you rushed in to crash your lips against his—a desperate kiss. You practically melted into his touch as his hands traveled up your thighs before pulling you on top of him to deepen the kiss even more.

The moment was perfect to you, something you’d always imagine but never expect to ever happen. His tongue moved hungrily against yours as his grip on you tightened, causing you let out a small gasp. Your hips began to grind against him to help the built up heat forming in your panties. Your fingers ran through his hair through your heated make out session before you both pulled back for air. He looked so handsome like this, his hair ruffled and cheeks flushed, you couldn’t believe you managed to pull him.

“Kiss me.”

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sorry for any spelling errors, i wrote this at like 3 am because i got this sudden urge to write about him…he’s so fine 😇

part 2??

#inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #toge x reader #gojo satoru #maki zenin #panda jjk #furukawa yuta #one shot #fluff #smut? #first kiss

[lilmashae]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ vanilla ice cream — s.g

cw: supper fluffy, never proof read, dilf!geto, fem!reader, poc!reader, just a random-ass name for geto's random-ass baby

a/n: god bless me and whatever awful, unhealthy obsession i've contracted.

it was late afternoon, around 6:00 pm. you, hana, and geto ended up eating at some restaurant by the beach. the sun had begun to set on the skyline as you could see the pretty hues of orange meet with the cool tones of purples and blue. you walked not too far behind geto and his daughter, admiring the image in front of you: a loving father and his young daughter enjoying each-other's company. of course you had excluded yourself from this equation. after all, you were just the babysitter, and you were just tagging along on geto's "family vacation" because he insisted you deserved a small break also.

as you continued to look around and take in the ocean's salty breeze you could hear hana's voice and the pitter-patter of her feet as she yelled out, "ice cream, ice cream! daddy, will you please buy us ice cream?" hana was by far the cutest, most polite little girl you've ever met, and you had to admit her dad was pretty cute too. she's around five or six, quite tall for her age with beautiful black hair down her back much like geto's. you can't help smiling upon seeing her pull at his loose, "hawaiian" print shirt. "only if it's okay with miss l/n. why don't you ask her?" you come to a halt hearing him say your name, still lost in the moment you look around before noticing the small girl running towards you now pulling on your shorts. "please, miss l/n--" she looks up at you wide-eyed, "pretty please!" you laugh and pet her head, "whatever you want." you smile, bringing your head back up to meet geto's gaze. "well then," he walks over to you two before picking hana up and grabbing your hand, "i guess we'd better run." and before you know it you and him are running, hand in hand to the small ice cream cart on the side of the pier as hana laughs wildly and yells for her dad to slow down.

you didn't think much of it.

you've never thought much of geto's affection or kindness towards you: how he'd always make breakfast for both you and hana before he left for work, or how he'd always text you to see if you made it home safe. not to mention how he'd call you even on your off-days asking about your studies and other work, checking to see if you've eaten, he'd even invite you over saying that "hana misses you," or "she won't eat properly without you here." you just brought it all down to him being an extremely kind and caring person: a father. but what you didn't take into account was the way that he'd stare at your ass as you bent down searching through the fridge, nor the way he'd touch you every chance he got. once again, you just thought he was being pleasant, even when he hugged you and his hands seemed to travel a little low.

you all reach the vendor and hana gets three scoops of strawberry ice cream, geto insists on buying you something also so you get a scoop of vanilla ice cream as does he. you thank him for the ice cream as the three of you begin walking towards the beach yet again. hana was still your view as well as his as she ran along the water chasing seagulls, giggling, and watching waves crash over her feet. you beam feeling her joy as you watch her. what you don't feel is geto staring at you, right now he thinks you look so gorgeous: hair tied back, plush, pillowy lips spread into a smile as you lick at the ice cream cone in-front of you while watching the sun set. he lets out a small sigh and then a chuckle, "is something wrong, mr. suguru?" you turn to him, cocking your head to the side. "no," he reaches his hand up and cups your cheek before swiping his thumb across the corner of your lips, wiping away some of the vanilla cream on your face. "you're pretty, y/n." he brings his hand back up to his face, slipping his tongue out and spreading the vanilla dessert across the muscle. popping his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean. "very pretty." he grins before getting up, hana screams "daddy, look at the sky!"

"i see it hana! it's beautiful, right?" he remarks looking back down at you. "very beautiful." you reply.

this is cute, right??

#fem!reader #lil-ma-shae #fanfiction #geto suguru #black!reader #poc!reader #jjk season 2 #anime #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #geto x reader #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #jjk fluff #fluff #geto fluff #geto smut #smut? #jjk smut #jjk s2 #sry for scammin u w the smut tags bby🤕

[ihatealimore]

Baking Gone Wrong

It gets spicy (Nothing too graphic). (word count: 1,493)

Your boyfriend is a pro at baking and that's no secret to anybody, especially you. While you may be okay with cooking simple meals and desserts, baking more complicated things still confuse you. Kurapika works late today, giving you the perfect opportunity to surprise him with a delicious dessert.

You've decided on making a red velvet cake, nonetheless, you've been struggling with following the directions from the beginning. Not to mention, that you've had to make a trip or two back to the store to pick up frosting and eggs. Already, you've had to remake the batter twice after accidentally burning the cake as well as mixing in too much flour.

You let out a long huff as you slide the cake pan back into the oven after deciding that it was still too runny in the middle. Your eyes fall on the messy kitchen in front of you. Batter droplets are spattered onto the floor and the countertops, while flour is also littering the floor. Your apron itself is covered in flour and cake batter as well as your face.

But this cake is the one! This one is going to turn out just the way you want it to. Luckily, you still have an hour or two before your loving boyfriend returns home, giving you time to at least frost the cake before he sees it. You're hoping that he'll be impressed by your skills when he finally sees and tastes your concoction.

While the cake is baking, you decide to start cleaning up the mess you've made of the kitchen, only stopping when the oven timer finally dings. You're quick to grab an oven mitt and pull the pan out of the oven, turning the oven off as you do. After waiting an appropriate amount of time, you begin to frost the cake, hearing the front door open when you're nearly halfway finished.

"(Y/N), my treasure, are you in the kitchen?" Kurapika's voice echoes out to you from the living room, "Were you cooking something?"

You can hear his footsteps nearing the room, prompting you to shout back in response, "Don't come in here yet! You'll ruin the surprise!"

"What surprise could that be, I wonder...?" He says to himself with a sly smile on his face as he holds a hand against his chin, "It could not possibly be something you baked, could it?"

"Shhh! You'll find out when I finish!" You frost the cake at a faster pace than before, glancing up to peek at the door every couple of seconds. After a few more minutes of this, you look back over your handiwork, deciding that the cake is worthy of being seen now, "Okay, you can come in!"

The door handle turns and the door slowly opens as Kurapika takes a few steps into the kitchen. He's still wearing his suit from work, although the tie is loosened just a tad, and his jacket is nowhere to be found.

He approaches the counter with a loving smile on his face as he closely examines your cake, glancing at you afterward, "This is an amazing surprise, my love. It looks delicious."

"Do you really think so?" You ask him with a hopeful, yet, tired smile on your face, "I messed up the first couple of attempts I had."

He can't help but chuckle at your confession, "Yes, I believe you did a great job. You always manage to somehow impress me."

"That's exactly what I was hoping you would say!" You let out a sigh of relief, wiping some sweat and flour off of your forehead, "I hope it tastes okay."

"Let's find out, shall we?" Kurapika takes a few steps closer to you, gently wiping some batter off of your face with his thumb and licking it off. His smile widens after his taste test, "Just as I thought, it tastes delicious."

You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, although your flustered state isn't left unnoticed by the Kurta, "H-hey! I haven't even been able to taste it yet!"

"Oh?" A devious smile appears on Kurapika's face as an idea comes to his mind, "Shall we fix that?"

You nod a few times in response, albeit you can tell that he's definitely up to no good.

He scoops some frosting off of the cake and onto his thumb, holding it up near your mouth, "Now, say 'Ahh'," You open your mouth, allowing him to smear the chocolate onto your tongue as you lick the frosting off. He smiles at you mischievously, wondering, "How does it taste, (Y/N?)"

"I-it's good!" This man truly knows how to fluster you and leave you caught off-guard so easily. By the looks of it, he's really enjoying teasing you, much to your chagrin.

"I would like another taste myself," He says, glancing at the cake before his eyes fall back on you. Within a few seconds, he's pressed flush against you, causing you to back up into the counter, "Not of the cake, though."

He has an evil glint in his eyes before he places a hand on your cheek, tilting your head upwards. Kurapika leans into you, his lips crashing into yours. You melt into the kiss, your hands landing on the countertop behind you to steady yourself. His tongue hungrily enters your mouth, exploring for a few moments before he finally pulls away from you, leaving both of you gasping for air.

"Where did that come from...?" You question the blonde-haired man as you pant for breath.

His soft laughter fills the room, his face flushed red as he wonders, "Ah, did you not enjoy my boldness, my treasure?"

You avert your eyes from him as you mumble under your breath, "I did."

"What was that?"

"I said that I liked it," You say louder as you cross your arms with a pouty expression evident on your lips.

"I was hoping you would say that," The Kurta places his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up to set you down on the countertop, much to your surprise, "Care for another taste, my dear?"

You turn back towards him as you bashfully nod. Your eyes fall on the tie dangling from his neck, giving you a fiendish idea of your own, "I would love one," Before he can lean in to kiss you again, you've already grabbed on to his tie, pulling him up to your level as you passionately kiss him.

His hands roam your sides as he deepens the kiss, your tongue finding a way into his mouth this time. He pulls away from you briefly to take a breath of air but you quickly pull him back into another heated kiss. You let his tie fall from your grasp as your hands move to undo the buttons on his shirt. Your actions prompt the Kurta to slide the apron over your head and throw it aside as he continues his merciless attack of frenzied kisses.

Your hands find his exposed abdomen as you let your hands roam free, his own fingers now undoing the first few buttons of your blouse. You guide one of his hands to one of your breasts, allowing him to gently cup it in his own hand. He pushes you further back onto the counter as this exchange becomes more heated, his lips rarely disconnecting from yours.

When his lips do part with yours, they find your neck instead, as he begins to leave small kisses trailing down your neck, stopping at your clavicle. He bites down on the skin of your neck, albeit softly, as he reaches around your back with his free hand to undo your bra.

Right as he begins to remove the piece of clothing from your body, the doorbell rings over and over again. The loud shouting of your friend can be heard muffled through the walls. He pulls back from you, etching the image of how flustered and beautiful you look right now in his mind. He's panting profusely, his face completely red.

"It seems as if I forgot that I had invited Leorio over to help him study today," Kurapika explains to you while he tries to catch his breath, "I apologize for having to cut our fun short," He wipes some saliva away from your lips with his thumb, a seductive look in his eyes, "You look so beautiful, my treasure."

"I-it's fine," You choke out through your own gasping breaths, "We'll just have to continue this later."

"I can promise you that I already intended on doing so," He responds with a devilish smirk evident on his face, "I just cannot help myself when it comes to you."

You button your shirt back up as Kurapika does the same. After he's straightened out his outfit, he turns to leave the room, however, he stops before he can pass through the doorway, "And (Y/N)?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

He turns back to you with that same grin on his face and a lustful gaze in his eyes, "I believe that you taste much more delicious than the cake."

#kurapika #Kurapika Kurta #kurapika oneshot #kurapika x reader #kurapika x yn #HunterXHunter #hxh #anime #fluff #smut? #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader

[rubixcubi]

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker #self insert oc #luke is gay #star wars #canon x self insert #Lukes hand #prosthetic hand #cybernetics #Luke’s cybernetic hand #smut? #fanart #sketch #digital art #return of the jedi #space twink

[thee-horny-thicky]

All Grown Up

Izuku was a passionate man. When he cared about something, he couldn’t help but give it his all. It’d been that way since he was a child, just discovering his love for heroes. And once he entered U.A., his drive to follow in All-Might’s steps only added fuel to the fire, his improved abilities only making him surer of himself. By the time he graduated as a member of the Big Three, a level of cockiness had taken hold of him.

A decade later, he was all grown up. His confidence made him unrecognizable from the stammering boy he once was, his passion being one of the few traits they still shared.

That stammering boy would’ve been a blushing mess during your interview, barely able to get words out to find out if you’d be a good fit as his secretary. That boy would’ve never been brazen enough to admire the way your button-up hugged your breasts and the way the tight midi skirt complimented your curves, nor would he have the social skills to make you feel more comfortable.

No, he would’ve had to be the one who was comforted.  

But the man that Izuku had become was adept enough to reassure you and had enough confidence to boldly pursue you when you were unable to leave his head. He had no issue buying lunch for you when he noticed how often you skipped it, nor did he see anything wrong with giving the sidekick always chatting you up more patrol hours.

The guy had been slacking up, anyway, and the additional experience would help him in the long term. And it was easier than taking disciplinary actions.

Perhaps his crowning achievement was being able to ask you out, and making the date so enjoyable, that he was able to woo you into his bed.

The moment his tongue licked along your slit, your heavenly-tasting slick coating his tastebuds, he knew he couldn’t let you go. And when he saw how easily you took his cock, the way your walls clenched around him with every thrust, he felt like you were made just for him.

The boy Izuku had once been would’ve never made it this far, nor would he know how to handle you, and the thought of getting you pregnant after the first date would’ve been unfathomable.

But he wasn’t that boy anymore; he was a man that knew what he wanted. He already couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else, and the thought of another man having you made him murderous.

You were his now, after all. And that would only be solidified when you were swollen with his child, an expensive rock on your finger as you lounged around his condo. He’d be happy taking care of you both, allowing you to be his perfect little housewife.

He was sure that the two of you were a match made in heaven, and he intended to honor the cosmos by never letting you go.

A/N: This was supposed to be a sweet, smutty, one-shot, but the vibes turned out darker than intended 💀

#my hero acedamia #my fic #ficlet #izuku mydoria #yandere izuku #izuku x y/n #midoriya izuku #deku #smut? #midoriya x reader #deku x y/n #deku x reader #izuku x you #izuku x reader #my hero x reader #my hero fanfic #yandere #yandere vibes #Baby tr #mha deku #bhna deku #bnha

[dompubliczn]

saying that reiner adores evenings with you the most is an understatement.

he adores the evenings when you both do two separate things right before going to sleep - him reading one chapter of a book or an article in a newspaper, you mending a piece of clothing that you, or him, unintentionally have torn. the lights are dim, your bodies separated, but somehow still connected. knowing that in every second, he can reach out for your hand and you will squeeze back without hesitation, that he can say your name whenever and you will always reply - gives him the biggest comfort. it’s so simple, but this feeling of certainty - that you are with him right now and you’re ready to be with him forever - that’s what makes these evenings meaningful.

reiner obviously adores the evenings when he gets to make love to you too. oh, to feel your warm hands sliding down his back, your nails unconsciously digging into his bicep, your quickened breath on his mouth. this closeness is divine, and reaching his satisfaction is nice, but it’s the connection of your hearts that matters to him the most. he adores the way your bodies are melting together, how he wouldn’t know which one of the intertwined hands is his since it’s been soaked in your warmth for a long time now. how he gets to kiss your flushed face and caress your skin the way only he can, how he gets to move without a rush and listen to your heavenly moans, feeling you around him, creating his heaven on earth. evenings turn into nights when you both are rolling under the bedsheets repeatedly, hoping the sun never rises so you can remember each other’s touch forever.

but the evenings reiner adores the most are when you both lay down facing each other, your fingers playing with his while you both get to talk about your days, nights, feelings and insecurities. the lights are off, thinking you would fall asleep immediately, but one of the hearts, or quite often both, is too heavy to end the day with slumber yet, having a need to be heard. reiner’s eyes are squinting to see your face in the dark, even though he doesn’t need that to feel you wholly. talking about his fears, things he could have done better and plans for the future. him voicing out thoughts varying from the most simple, humanlike ones, to the ones that touch the deepest parts of his soul, leaving him the most vulnerable. you don’t laugh at him. you don’t scream at him because of his mistakes. you listen, appreciating his every word, and when it’s your turn to talk, he will do the same for you. that’s when he feels he gets to touch your soul the most, your true core, and he can’t help but let you into his too, right in this pitch black bedroom, your hand tightly in his.

no matter how meaningless you think these evenings are, reiner sees them, appreciates them and is thankful for them forever. he’s sure he doesn’t deserve to experience the things you make him feel, but he’s sure he couldn’t live without them anymore either.

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[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ. ꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; press wants to keep his need for reader on the low, will a game of truth or dare make his obsession obvious?

ღ. cw ; press acting out of character (not a complete asshole, weed usage, samantha mention, reader and press pining for each other, suggestive content

ღ. notes ; press is nice in tbis becuase i know he sucks in the series, but we all had to stop and take a breath in that scene with abby

matt press x reader ones shot ginny and georgia !!

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The group had come over after school to hang out in Brodie’s basement as usual. And of course samantha was saying all this shit, everyone was done with it, and Y/N was about to beat the bitch up.

"okay let's play truth or dare! everyone, brodie get off the, game!" max was sick of samantha non stop antagonising everyone, maybe she could dare samantha not to talk for the rest of the year.

“seriously?" press asked annoyed while brodie only groaned at the interruption. "okay i will start!" max sat down beside ginny once again, now sitting straight up rather than lying across the girls.

“but if you pick the lame option of truth, you have to take a hit from jordan's bong!" the previously disgruntled group was now slightly more exited about max's game, due to the added aspect of jordan's bong.

"truth or dare abby."

"dare."

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abby and norah kissed.

jordan told everyone about having sex with norah in max's bed.

brodie did a total of six pushups with abby on his back before he tapped out.

ginny swapped outfits with max and was now wearing a bright pink and orange multicolour jacket that was a bit too big for her, with her jeans that looked really good on her. while max was wearing ginny's flannel and tshirt, and her tight fitting jeans.

and everyone was super high.

except for press and Y/N, who hadn't had their go yet, though neither seemed to mind the accidental exclusion.

"truth or daaare, press!" brodie called out a tad too loudly from his spot lying on the floor in a starfish position facing up.

"dare."

Y/N didn't know much about press, only that before today's weird encounter he spent his time sleeping with any hot girl who walked past him, playing basketball, and partying.

abby quickly rolled off the couch, lancing beside brodie with a thump. before quickly recovering a whispering in his ear.

"i dare you to sit on top of Y/N" Brodie sung out drunkenly.

"no." press interrupted.

now Y/N wasn't particularly religious but she thought to herself, thank god.

although Y/N was confused, usually press wouldn't need any convincing to hurt someone, physically or emotionally, and him sitting on her would most definitely crush her bones.

so why did he say no?

abby huffed and once again whispered in Brodie's ear. "oh,OH! okay reverse! i dare Y/N to sit on press' lap for the rest of the game!"

the boy quickly sobered up as much as possible to string together the most coherent sentence possible in his state. "but you can't dare me to do anything brodie, you said you chose press." the already flustered girl teased, feeling relieved at the predicament brodie found himself in. what were he and abby up to?

"okay prettyyyy girl Y/N! then truth or dare to you!"

"truth."

brodie kicked a leg up into the air in a tantrum - like response, "no you have to pick dare Y/N obviously!"

max sighed drunkinly, "yeah Y/N just go do it so i can dare norah to break up with jordan!" Y/N went to decline once again, seemingly the only voice of reason right now. however her plan quickly changed as a quick but very strong shove to Y/N’s body sent her flying off the couch and squeezing her eyes shut, braced for a hard impact with the floor.

Y/N is met with a hard surface but not one of the floor, Y/N quickly opened her eyes to see she was straddling a torso, almost hugging.

the boy above her sending her a heated look, quickly covered up with a smirk.

“a bit eager are we, little Y/N?" press' words were like a jolt to the system for her,

"hey! the man said for the rest of the game so you stay put, my pretty girl!" abby pointed at the flustered girl as made a move to leave the extremely comfortable seat of press' lap.

leaning his mouth down beside Y/N’a ear, he whispered so only she could hear his words, in a way that had her fighting for air.

“it's okay, stay here for as long as you like, they'll all be so high soon that they won't even notice what you're wearing let alone where you're sitting." was press, comforting her?

ew.

Y/N never expected that from him. she did, however, expect press to lean his head back after saying that.

but the boy only moved her body around as if she were a doll or child in need of protection. resting his chin on her shoulder, keeping her facing him with her legs frozen in the same position straddling his torso.

“if you're not okay with this i can just tell 'em to fuck off." it's like he could sense the girl’s stress.

she was too nervous to say the wrong thing, upset the boy. so she simply shook her head left to right to say no.

"that's good for me, you're comfy." his short sentences said so little but did so much to Y/N.

what did she do to make him actually like her? or just tolerate her enough to let her sit on him all night?

and how can she keep doing it?

“okay okay my go!” Y/N distantly heard muffled voices of max and the group, sounding as if they were so very far away from her and press.

and here he sat press right behind her, a new look in his eye. his hands suddenly landed subtly on either of her hips, in a gentle but firm matter. forcing Y/N to pause the rocking movements of her hips that she hadnt even realise she had started. A strained gasp escaped Y/N’s throat at the feel of his large hands on her hips.

“Y/N m’ gonna to need you to stop doing that baby.”

“why? whats wro- oh.”

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part 2?

#matt press #press #ginny and georgia #oneshot #smut? #part 2? #first post #drabble #maxine baker #marcus baker #explore #angel energy #addicted series #positive #feminine #books #fanfic #georgia miller #gif

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

Kitchen counter | A.V x Reader

warnings: kinda smutty but like implied but also smutty? like heated kisses and stuff, also i’m gonna start working on felix and demetri drafts I SWEAR i’m just clearing the alec ones rn DONT HATE ME PLSSS 💓💓

also parts of this is inspired by a little Alec blurb written by @demetris-cocksleeve :)

ʚɞ

You walked into the kitchen where you found all four guards, weirdly enough. You threw them a questioning look of confusion before continuing on with what you were about to do.

“Hello, love” Demetri teases as you attempt to move him out of your way to open the cupboard next to him, opting to just lean over instead. A growl came from across the kitchen as you grab the pasta you were reaching for.

“Don’t call her that” You hear the charming voice of your mate hiss as Demetri holds his hands up in surrender. He pushes off the counter after a hushed conversation with Felix, both of them leaving the kitchen in a blur. You place the bag of pasta down on the counter, walking over to Alec as you wrap your arms around him. He stiffens at the public display of affection though after a moment he relaxes and gently wraps an arm around your waist. You lean up to press a kiss to his cheek and hear a scoff from your right.

Looking over, Jane stands there with a sneered look and you pull away as Alec rolls his eyes.

“Do you have to be so stuck up, sister?” He crosses his arms as you hoist yourself up on the counter behind him. He moves to stand between your legs, his back to your chest making you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m not being stuck up. Maybe you two should respect that this is an open space and not be so… lovey dovey all the time.” She may have been a millennium old vampire but that didn’t change the fact that… technically… she was still an eighteen year old teenage girl, well at least when she acted like this you were very much reminded. Alec hit back with a snarky remark and she practically hissed at him before storming out. “Come find me when you’re done with her.” 

You snuggle closer into Alec’s back as you heard him sigh. Yes, he liked sticking up for you but that didn’t mean against his twin sister. You couldn’t help but feel guilty and you attempted to pull away slightly. However, his hands grabbed yours before you could, moving them to wrap around his waist. It was your turn to sigh as you began pressing apologetic kisses to his neck, a pathetic attempt at comfort.

“You okay, baby?” Your voice was quiet in his ear and he felt you try to sway him slightly, allowing you to do so.

“You know I hate when you call me that” He smiles over his shoulder and a cheeky smile makes its way onto your lips.

“You don’t hate it when we’re-“ He cut you off as he spun around, pressing his lips to yours.

“That’s quite enough of that.” He brushes his nose with yours, your breathing becomes shallow, seemingly entranced by him. He glances at your lips before leaning in and giving you a passionate kiss. His hands gripped your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the counter, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips slightly. You felt him press against you and let out a small gasp.

He pulled away to press kisses down your neck, occasionally dragging his teeth gently along the tender skin, each kiss pulling small moans from you. You feel a growl rumble in his chest as he uses his index finger to lift your chin, forcing eye contact with you.

“Stop with the little noises, my love, or I might have to take you right here.” His words bring heat to your cheeks as your face flushes, suddenly becoming hyper aware of him pressed against you, absentmindedly letting out another small groan at the thought and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that what my dirty girl wants, hm?”

You bit your lip as his hands wander your thighs, lips against the pulse point in your neck. Not only have you become aware of his close proximity, you were also suddenly well aware of how open the space is… much as Jane had mentioned earlier and you suddenly hesitate, not sure if you were wanting anyone to walk in unannounced during your rendezvous. He smirks as if he can sense your thoughts. His voice is teasing as he watches you intensely.

“It would be such a shame to waste such precious moments going all the way to our bedroom.. don’t you agree, amore?“

You whine, his words igniting a fire in your lower abdomen and his eyes harden. He tuts at you as if scolding a puppy before he speaks again.

“Did we not talk about your whining? What did we say?”

“It- whining won’t get me anywhere.”

“Good girl, my sweet. Now, relax. Let me take care of you“ He smirks as he presses a passionate kiss to your lips again. You knew you were so in for it… all you could hope was that you’re not interrupted.

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#alec volturi #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi x y/n #alec volturi fic #alec volturi imagine #demetri volturi #felix volturi #volturi #jane volturi #twilight #the twilight saga #volturi imagines #twilight volturi #alec volturi oneshot #smut?

[randomthoughtsforrandompeople]

Okay random thought for my random people, vox from hazbin hotel definitely has a ridged cock let’s all be honest here.

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #smut? #random thoughts #hazbin hotel vox

[remusbutfemale]

Wet hair

Steven meeks x f! Reader

Slight nsfw

Enjoy!

Y/n sat in Steven's dorm room waiting for him to return from the shower. She sighed and looked around the room for something to entertain her while she waited. She picked up the Latin book on his desk and observed the cover. "Of course he has a Latin book," she mumbled to herself.

Just then, the door opened slowly, revealing Steven's silhouette as he walked in. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he had just taken, and droplets of water glistened on his broad shoulders. Y/n couldn't help but stare at him in awe, her heart beating faster as he approached her. "Hey, baby," he said in a raspy voice, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. She had always found his voice incredibly sexy, and now, with him standing so close, her innocent thoughts turned to not-so-innocent ones. She tried to keep her composure, but her knees couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to buckle under his gaze.

As he spoke, a slight smirk appeared on his face. "What's wrong, baby? You okay? You seem a little red," he teased the girl, who responded by blushing and looking down at her feet. He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her chin with his other hand. She looked up to meet his gaze, and he kissed her passionately. As their lips met, she felt her hands instinctively move to his wet hair, slightly tugging at it.

"Fuck, y/n," he whimpered against her lips. "I need you," he whined again. She pushed him onto the bed and went to lock the door so no one would walk in on their intimate moment.

As she leaned in, her heart raced with anticipation. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and her hands trembled slightly as she placed them gently on his chest. Slowly, she began to kiss him with a tender passion, savoring the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands on her hips. With each passing moment, the intensity of their embrace grew, and soon they were lost in the blissful moment of each other's company.

She pulled away from him, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't find the right words to say. Everything was happening too fast, and she felt like she was losing control. As she tried to catch her breath, he pulled her back into his embrace, his hands exploring her body in a way that both excited and scared her. She moaned softly, unable to resist his touch, and lost herself in the moment. For a while, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.

She tried to remove her clothing, but it was difficult to do so on her own. He noticed her struggling and offered to help. As he leaned in to assist her, she couldn't help but notice that his glasses were fogged up from their earlier kissing. She appreciated his help and decided to return the favor by helping him remove his own clothing. As they began to playfully flirt and tease each other, the air around them was filled with excitement and anticipation.

As she positioned herself on top of him, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation. His breath caught as he watched her slide onto him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. When she gasped, it was like music to his ears, a sound so sweet and heavenly that he never wanted it to end. As he looked up at her, he could see the desire burning in her eyes, and he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. "You're too perfect," he whispered, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she began to move. Every moment with her was like a dream come true, and he never wanted to wake up.

As she moved slowly and sensually, her body responded to the pleasure that engulfed her. She whimpered in his ear, and he responded by gripping her hips firmly, helping to guide her movements. As they continued to explore each other, their passion grew, filling the room with an intense heat that seemed to touch every corner. She felt alive, and every touch, every movement, only added to her excitement. It was as if nothing else mattered in the world, and for that brief moment, they were the only two people who existed.

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #charlie dalton #chris noel #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #neil perry #richard cameron #steven meeks #dead poets aesthetic #x reader #smut? #smut #only slightly #dps