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bratphilia · 6 months

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his bunny (w. afton x reader)

request: "hii!! i have been obsessed with your lillard!afton fics lately and i just have to ask you to write another. i was wondering if you could do something like afab! reader is a student in college and william is her engineering professor? she is purposefully failing his class just to get his attention and some “extra credit”. but little does she know william has been obsessed with her ever since she stepped foot in his class. if it helps, teachers pet by melanie martinez could have a huge influence on this. thank you so so much!! ♡♡"

note: thank you so much, i'm glad you've been enjoying the content i've been putting out! fun fact i was obsessed with this song when k-12 first came out. also professor!william has been on my mind recently so i'm glad you requested this!! the e-mail section is a little awkward because i absolutely hate using "y/n"

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m receiving), facial, dirty talk, slut-shaming, mean dom!william, desk sex

engineering. your worst class. not because you were bad at it or anything. it was all your professor.

and no, not because he's a bad teacher either. he's just so fucking hot it makes your brain go fuzzy every time he speaks. he lectures with his large hands enthusiastically. he always wears some form of purple on him, whether it's a tie or his slacks. everything about him is so intoxicating.

but he's never noticed you.

not when you try to catch his eye before and after class. not when you greet him with a "good morning, sir." and every time you've attended his office hours, a fucking ta helps you every single time. it's making you go crazy, not getting what you want.

you even started to wear increasingly skimpier outfits. you always stick to a theme of a sexy school girl, even going as far enough to buy more short skirts and thigh high socks or leg warmers. the buttons of the blouses you wear paired with them are always unbuttoned just to show a peak of cleavage. you ignore the hungry and curious eyes of your other peers as you walk by them; it's not their attention you want. still, you feel a little silly putting in all this effort just for him to barely grumble a reply back to you at your futile efforts to talk to him.

so you put a plan in action. you either purposefully turn in every piece of homework late and answer most, if not all, the questions of your quizzes and mid-term until you're sure you're at the very bottom of the class grades-wise.

in fact, you wake up the day after your mid-term to an e-mail from professor raglan. the subject was titled "Meeting Request" with your name addressed at the beginning.

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the current state of your progress in my class. After your most recent assessment and previous assignments, I'm concerned about your future in my class if you continue the pattern I am seeing reflected in your work. Let me know if tonight at 5:00pm works for you.

Thank you,

Professor Raglan"

any regular person's heart would have sunk to the pit of their stomach if they received that e-mail. however, you are not a normal person. your heart fucking soars. you immediately jump to respond in confirmation.

professor raglan knows better than to get caught up with students, but he just can't help it! you're too beautiful to ignore.

the craziest part is he knows what game you're playing. the outfits that reflect nothing but a stereotypical, sexy school girl you would see in a porn video. and especially the way your grades have dropped recently, when you started off being one of the brightest students in his class.

over time, he noticed your lack of participation in class. at first, he chalked it up to something more serious, like personal issues. and then he noticed those lingering stares, the way you chew your pen, twirl your hair, and rub your thighs together. he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's been ignoring you on purpose. he wants you to chase after him, to let him know what you really want, but you just won't. he partially doesn't blame you either, it would be highly inappropriate for a student to engage that way towards their professor. so he ignores you during class. he barely acknowledges the way you've tried to grab his attention.

steve more than reciprocates your feelings. in fact, he's probably more enamored with you than you can possible imagine. he has all your homework, your essays, even your mid-term saved digitally in a folder, with your name as the title, on his computer. he reads looks over them when he's taking a break from grading as a way to detox, which sometimes ends up in him masturbating thinking about you. he loves to read the failed work from his dumb little bunny.

he even followed you home once. he kept close distance away from you, hiding in the shadows of every corner you turned. it's the william in him that wants that does the stalking, he convinces himself. the hyde to his jekyll; his true self coming to show in the role he plays of an average college professor, a totally normal guy with a few quirks.

your room, conveniently let him catch a peep of you touching yourself, and you swore you saw you mouth the word 'professor' when you brought yourself to orgasm.

and so he decides to play your little game. after all, you created the perfect opportunity for him, and he's going to take the bait.

steve sits at his desk, grading the rest of the mid-term papers, while he awaits your arrival. your own paper is sitting separate from the other stack, easily accessible so the two of you can get straight to "talking" about it as soon as possible.

he hears a tell-tale knock at his door, and he tries not to answer with a smile in his voice as he calls out, "come in."

you open the door gingerly, and it takes everything in him not to eye you up and down, but at first glance he knows you're in your usual get-up. it's a pretty little number; white, short-sleeved blouse, black pleated skirt that stops around mid-thigh, and white socks that reach just above your knees. you smile at him, hands clasped behind your back, puffing forward your chest slightly.

"good evening, professor raglan," you say in an oh-so innocent tone, "you wanted to speak with me?"

god, the way you call him professor goes straight to his cock. "yes. sit down," he tells you, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down and your professor clasps his hands, leaning back in his chair. "i hope my e-mail didn't worry you. this will be quick."

he watches your face fall at his last few words and he has to bite back his amusement. "you see," he starts, taking your paper and pretending to look at your paper, "you didn't answer a single thing correctly. everything was wrong. it's funny, because i've heard nothing but good reports from the ta's that have helped you during office hours."

you lean closer as he continues. a plethora of excuses come to mind, none of which seem adequate for the situation he's putting it. "so i'm just wondering, how dumb do you think i am?"

your mouth slightly falls open. that was not the reaction you intended to invoke from him. "i—i can explain, i just need more—"

he rolls his eyes. "don't give me that. i'm not an idiot like you clearly are."

if anyone else had called you an idiot, you would have been offended, but from him? it goes straight to your pussy.

you purse your lips and rub your thighs together, waiting for him to continue to berate you. "is it extra credit you want?"

"yes, professor," you answer.

"then get on your knees, slut."

he rolls his chair back to make room for you and watches as you make your way in front of him. you get on your knees as he instructed, waiting expectantly.

"do i have to do everything for you?" he sighs in faux disappointment. he loves your shocked reaction that this is even really happening to you. "you wanted this so take my cock out."

"no, professor," you mumble, reaching for the buttons of his slacks. there's an obvious bulge tenting in his pants that almost makes you salivate.

you pull out his cock from his boxers and he shivers at how cold your hands are. you must be freezing wearing that outfit, he realizes. and, fuck, are your hands so much smaller that his. you begin by pumping him and then reach to kitten lick his tip.

you start to suck on the tip and he sucks air between his teeth sharply. it feels like heaven but he can't take your teasing anymore. he grasps your hair, making a make shift ponytail, and guides your mouth to slowly lower down on his cock. you moan around him causing a pleasurable vibration. he continues to use your hair as a way to control your mouth moving in a slow, up and down motion.

"ah — shit — stay still for me, yeah, baby?" he asks breathlessly. you do as he says, keeping your neck still as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

he bucks into you, grunting about what a "tight mouth you have" and how "you're such a dirty whore for your professor." you moan around his cock at his words, only encouraging his movements. the gurgling and gawk noises coming from your throat make him impossibly harder. the grasp on your hair becomes tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he's close.

before steve comes, he moves your mouth off and begins pumping himself. you watch him eagerly as he never breaks eye contact from you. when he does, it's when he shuts his eyes and groans, spurts of his come painting your face, your neck, and top.

you look so beautiful like this, he thinks, but it comes out as, "you look like such a messy whore."

you blush and lick the ejaculate around your mouth. steve grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. you feel a little unstable but he's pushing you face forward against his desk. he lifts your skirt, which he doesn't bother taking off, only to reveal your thong. of course.

"were you expecting this?" he asks with a chuckle. he pulls your thong and lets it snap against your ass, making you yelp.

"no, but i came prepared," you say boldly.

he tsks. "such a slut."

steve prods his cock at your entrance, making you wiggle your hips when he slides it up and down your slit. you wish he would just stick it in already, but he's bent on teasing you until you can't take it anymore. he wants you to beg for him.

he moves your hair to the side to whisper in your ear. "tell me what you want, bunny."

you whimper at the close proximity. you can feel his beard brushing against your cheek. "need your cock, sir. been wanting it for awhile."

"oh, i know," he says, and you can feel the smile spreading across his face. "just wanted to hear you say it."

with that he presses inside of you, filling you up inch by inch, agonizingly slow. you whine desperately, wanting more. your fingers dig into the desk. he slips out for a moment and slams back in, filling you to the hilt. from that point forward, he starts thrusting at gradually faster pace.

the room is obscenely filled with the sounds of both of your pants and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. he punctuates every thrust with a degrading phrase. it gets you even hotter.

before you know it you're close. clawing behind you, desperate to grab something, he takes both of your hands and holds them against the desk, giving a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. moans and whines tumble from your lips as you feel your body completely captured by an orgasm that makes you weak in the knees.

steve pulls out and comes on your back with a groan himself, incoherently slurring words of "whore" "slut" and "dumb bunny." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, attitude completely doing a 360.

"you did so well for me, sweetheart."

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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haikyuu boys as icks

because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version

atsumu:

does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly

osamu:

when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him

suna:

is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/

hinata:

whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”

kageyama:

LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)

bokuto:

doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons

akaashi:

if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!! AND YOU FAILED!!!

kuroo:

millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27

oikawa:

when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king

iwaizumi:

swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off

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milksuu · 2 months

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can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c

Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.

❥ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader ❥ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS

When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.

'Are...are you sure?'

At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'

To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.

It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.

He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'—especially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.

When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.

As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)

Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not one—but two—surprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ EZREAL

When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.

"No way—No way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"

Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.

Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.

Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)

When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"

Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)

When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ KAYN

When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.

"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about we—you know—to celebrate?"

Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented life—with you.

To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.

Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.

When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.

You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)

Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."

#league of legends #heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #ezreal x reader #aphelios x reader #request #reqs open

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graneymar · 1 year

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Okay hear me out luv

after months of mutual pining, 2017!Neymar finally gets his hands on you, his french tutor, only to find out you’re refraining because your pathetic excuse of an ex had convinced you that ur not sexy nor good in bed. Now he can’t let you believe such absurdities, can he? You’re a literal goddess in his eyes, obsessing him without even trying, so he just has to softly fuck your ex’s words out of your mind, replacing them with his dirty but - oh so sweet ones

aka slightly dominant ney praising his princess and doing her nice and sweet to admittedly erase the memory of every other man she had before him ✨✨✨

#11. NEYMAR: LESSONS

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: filthy dirty smut (whole package literally)

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Neymar, are you even listening to me? What’s up with you today?", you asked softly, still raising your voice a little. Neymar dropped his pen and sighed out. "Just got a little distracted, I don’t know. Not in the mood today." It was quite obvious, his eyes kept on wandering up and down the upper half of your body. It was a hot summer day in Paris and you didn’t think of anything when you decided to wear something a little more revealing, but apparently, your student fought his thoughts about what he'd prefer to do with you. "Can we just a watch a movie or something?", Neymar suggested.

"I'm not getting paid for watching movies with you", you slightly giggled. Neymar got up from his chair and walked around your living room. "What if it’s a french movie? With portoguese subtitles", he answered, putting on his cutest smile. You thought about it for a second, but shook your head no. "Let’s just finish this task and we're done for today then I guess." Neymar let out a loud annoyed breath, but nodded. "Great. Let me just get another bottle of water. Would you like one too?", you said as you got up. You heard his footsteps following you to the kitchen. Taking out two small water bottles and closing the refrigerator, you suddenly felt two hands on your waist. He pulled you closer to his body and his hands started running up and down your sides. You were confused and shocked by his actions, but also too stunned to speak up. "You're doing this on purpose, aren’t you?", he whispered into your ear. Your body shivered as you felt his breath on your neck. "W-What? What am I doing?", you asked. Neymar again grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, so you were face to face. "The way you dress lately… how you look at me… you know you drive me insane", he whispered inbetween the kisses he placed on your neck. It felt so wrong, but so right. You knew you should pull away from him, but his lips on your body felt so good, making you feel so weak. He picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter, his lips crashing on yours, your tongues finding their own rhythm. Your body stiffed as his hands were roaming all around it. You felt his large hand making it’s way underneath your shirt. No lie, you enjoyed it, but quickly pulled away the moment he tried to reveal your breasts. "Stop Neymar, stop now", you finally exclaimed, slightly pushing him away from you. He threw you a confused look as you got down from the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through your hair, turning your back to him. "Did I do anything wrong?", he asked after a moment of silence.

You hated being so insecure about yourself and body, all thanks to your ex. He was your first boyfriend, you’ve been together for years before you found out he cheated on you countless times. Confronting him, he let you know he didn’t enjoy sleeping with you, saying you became boring throughout the years, you wouldn’t know how to do him right. Adding to that, he made you feel insecure about your body, pointing out every tiny flaw. All this lead to you becoming insecure about your body and abilities in bed.

Now how were you supposed to open up to the one and only Neymar Jr, who was used to having the most gorgeous and sexiest women? You were convinced you looked like a fucking joke next to them and you couldn’t please him the way he knew it. You wanted him, you really did. In fact, one of your biggest sexual fantasies was about to become reality, and now it was only you who stood in the way.

"No Ney, it’s not you. It’s me", you spoke up, turning around to him again, "Me and my little demons." Neymar finally understood what you were about when you looked down at your body as you mentioned your 'little demons'. "Oh God, no, please don’t tell me you're questioning your beauty." Your eyes wandered around the room, avoiding to look at him. "Why would you even think of yourself that way?"

"It’s not just that Neymar, I know I can’t give you what you need."

"Who said that?", he asked and you couldn’t hold back yourself from tearing up. "I don’t know why I'm telling you this right now, but okay. My ex cheated on me several times. According to him, I wasn't good enough, wasn’t able to satisfy him, I wasn’t sexy enough anyway. Now, please just finally drop it." He looked at you in disbelief as he took some steps forwards you. "No Ney, please", you tried to stop him, unsuccessfully. He wiped the tears from your cheeks. You looked up to him, your head cupped in his large soft hands. "Fuck this shit, fuck him. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me", he quietly spoke before you felt his passionate seducing kiss on your lips again. A thousand thoughts running through your mind, but you literally melt into his kiss and hands. He smiled as he pulled away, "I've been waiting for this so long." You smiled back, letting him you know you’ve been wanting this too. He picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapped around his neck. "What a gentleman", you chuckled.

"I'll show you what a real gentleman is", he smirked as he softly laid you down in your bed. The nervousness in you was rising, some negative thoughts still came through, but it was too late for you to stop now. All the kissing and touching made you want him even more, you practically needed him. His lips placing sweet kisses on your neck, his hands instantly went down your shirt. It was important for Neymar to make you feel secure and comfortable with him, so he slowly started massaging and squeezing your tits, listening to your quiet joyous moans, before he finally pulled your shirt up. You sat straight for a moment, throwing your shirt on the ground. His eyes lit up the moment he saw your breasts, covered in nothing but your black bra. He looked at you asking for allowance, you nodded as a reply. He took off your bra and started massaging one breast. You felt a tingling sensation the second he sucked on your other breast, his tongue flickering over your nipple. Your eyes met his as you looked down, his lust filled stare drove you insane. Neymar slowly kissed his way down to your stomach, sending shivers all over your body. He tugged on your shorts and you lift your hip up, letting him drag them down. "Baby.. you are.. you're fucking gorgeous", he said, his eyes going up and down your body. You noticed his huge bulge and sat up to look straight at it. "You want him, don't you?", he smirked. You nodded, looking him deeply into his eyes. He untied his belt and dragged down his jeans just a little bit. You waited for him to continue, but he stopped. "Your turn to take care of him", he mumbled. You pressed your lips together as you pulled down his jeans with his shorts. You swallowed hard the moment his big cock jumped up. The excitement rose, but so did the nervousness again. You knew exactly what he wanted to you do, but you were again doubting your abilities, which he immediately noticed. "Just try it. My turn to teach you", he smiled, his breath becoming heavier thinking of what a pleasure was expecting him. You deeply inhaled before you finally had his cock in your hands, repeatedly going up and down. Looking up at Neymar, you realised he needed more, so you carefully swirled your tongue around his tip. After teasing him a little, you slowly tried to take him all in - he was a little too big for you though. Moving back and forth, your hands found their way to his balls, squeezing and massaging them. Neymar let out a few moans and tilted his head back with his eyes closed, before he grabbed the back of your head and forced you to take his huge cock all in, making you gag. He moved his hips in his own rhythm, going faster, then slower again, thrusting in and out of your mouth. He pulled your on hair as he deeply thrusted in one last time before finally letting you pull away from him. You were trying to catch a breath, but he left you no time to do so. His hand wrapped around your neck with pressure, pushing you back onto the bed, spreading your legs for him and placing one last kiss on your cheek, he thrusted into you without any warning, making you moan out loud. "You okay?", he mumbled. "It hurts a little", you replied, a tiny tear rolling down your cheek. He could barely hear you since the hand on your neck applied even more pressure than before. "It’s supposed to", he smirked, deeply thrusting into you once more. Your whole body twitched, you pressed your lips together in order not to cry out. One of your hands hold onto his wrist that was on your neck, your other hand grabbed the bedsheets. Neymars eyes sparkled up watching you being all out of control and completely weak for him. He slowly started thrusting in and out of your throbbing cunt, rolling his eyes back in pleasure, feeling your walls tighten around him. Your whines turned into an uncontrollable mess of moans the moment his pace increased, hitting your point with every thrust. The pain you felt before changed into a tingling sensation of satisfaction.

"Is this good? Is this how my little pretty slut needs to get fucked, hm?", he gasped, slapping your cheek before putting pressure on your neck again. You were shocked at the slap on your face, you’ve never experienced such actions in bed before, but you had to admit you liked it. You enjoyed the feeling of being his little toy. "Mhm", you let out, your lips pressed together. You could barely keep your eyes open, tears slowly rolling down your blushed cheeks. Your whole body started pulling together, your legs got a little shaky. You were close to your climax and Neymar noticed that too, but he decided it wasn’t time for you yet. He suddenly pulled out and started stroking his cock, covered in your wetness. "Turn around, turn around", he demanded, "Ass up, face down." You did as he told you. He started teasing you by sliding his tip up and down your entrance. You pushed your butt closer to him, letting him know how impatient you were. He smirked, "Aw baby, you really wanna come for me don’t you?" You were so fed up with his teasing, you weren’t even able to answer. He spanked your ass. Once, twice, thrice. The sound of the slaps mixed with your crying moans echoed through the room. Your body twitched in pain, still you managed to look back at Neymar and show him you enjoyed it by putting on a filthy smile. He returned the smile and slowly put his huge cock into your wet little pussy, giving you time to adjust, knowing this position was way more intense. "Oh my god, oh my god, fuck", you squealed and let yourself fall. He got you back up by pulling on your hair, his other hand holding onto your waist as he thrusted in and out of you. Being aware of how you liked the spanking, he made sure to repeat his action every now and then. "Fuck, Neymar", you screamed out as your breath got heavier, your whole body shivered. "Yeah baby, scream my name, come for me", he said inbetween gasps. You felt him twitch inside of you, he was about to come too. His pace decreased, but he still managed to hit your spot hard enough. That was when you lost it all. You screamed in joy, you felt everything and nothing at the same time. He let out two loud moans as you felt his warm juice filling your inside. Gasping for air, he let his sweaty body drop right next to you. You turned around to lay on your back again, hiding your body under blankets. You couldn’t believe what just happened, but what was even more surprising for you - you loved it, you felt good doing it and you actually felt good about yourself. Neymar cleared his throat and smiled over to you, "I think I need those French lessons a little more often."

You chuckled, softly slapping his face before he pulled you closer to him and gave you another sweet kiss.

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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LOVE LESSONS

genre. fluff. mutual pining. whc1 w/o the angst au. warnings. they're both whipped. pairing. sieun x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. (wish it was longer damn) request. no. a/n. happy birthday @yeonjuns-redhair i love you so so so so much you'd better enjoy it 🔪

Sieun hadn’t taken much interest in girls during his life. Other than the fleeting first crush he had when he was fourteen, girls had been the last thing on his mind as he focused all his energy into his grades. But there was just something about you that Sieun couldn’t ignore. Without realising it, he was falling head over heels in love with you and he didn’t even have the courage to speak a single word to you.

You sat a seat up from Sieun one row over, a spot which allowed him to admire you silently whenever he wanted (which was increasingly becoming the only thing he wanted to do). Whenever the window was open on a warmer day, the breeze would always reach your hair and blow in just the way to take Sieun’s breath away. He had become an expert at pretending to be absorbed in his notes like he always was, but his gaze always found its way to you eventually.

The first person to realise was Sooho.

“You like Y/n or something?” Sooho teased, dropping into the seat in front of Sieun, making him look up from his notes which hadn’t been added to in the past 20 minutes despite the pencil in his hand.

“Is it obvious?” Sieun said in a panicked voice, eyes glancing over the mostly empty room just to make sure no one was listening.

“Given that she has the power to take your attention away from your studies, I’d say so.” Sooho pointed out, grinning.

“What do I do?” Sieun sighed, dropping his pencil, dropping his head into his hands.

Sooho leaned back in his seat, pretending to think, “Ask her out, obviously.”

Sieun’s eyes widened, “What?”

“What?” Sooho echoed.

“I… I can’t ask her out.”

“Why not?”

Sieun flushed, “...She’s too good for me.” He mumbled.

Sooho raised his eyebrow at this, “Oh, you’re more whipped than I thought.” He gave Sieun a lopsided grin, finding the younger boy adorable. “Let me guess, you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” Sieun shook his head. “Don’t worry,” Sooho nodded as he spoke, “I can help you.”

“How?”

“Private lessons.” Sooho concluded, standing up and patting Sieun’s shoulder before walking out of the classroom. Sieun stared at him as he left, feeling the anxiety rising and he tried to gulp it back down.

Sieun’s first “private lesson” took place the next day. As he worked his part time job at the restaurant, Sooho gave all the advice he had to Sieun. Most of it went right over the smaller boy’s head, but he tried his best to at least write it all down on a notepad. He would need all the help he could get in order to even approach you, so he studied diligently.

“Figure out what she likes first. If she likes strawberry smoothies, buy her a strawberry smoothie. If she likes stuffed animals, buy her one. But be nonchalant about it, like you just happened to know that it was her favourite. Girls don’t like it when boys are obsessed with them.” Sooho explained as he sorted cans of soda.

“Am I too obsessed with her?” Sieun said suddenly, halting the movements of his pen.

“No, no, don’t worry about that. She’ll love you, you’re very lovable once you open up.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“And what if she does? Stop overthinking it and write down what I say, okay?”

Sieun left that first lesson overwhelmed. He had never thought so hard about how much eye contact to make or what pick-up lines to use. He was starting to feel like maybe he couldn’t do this. You were way out of his league and didn’t even know he existed. He was stupid to even try.

When he arrived at school in the morning, his head felt as cloudy as the sky outside. It was encroaching on a darkness but still clung to the cusp of a light grey. The clouds swirled around and hid the sun, a harsh breeze shifting the leaves on the trees.

Sieun opened his backpack to get out his notebook, but his attention was immediately drawn to a small bottle of mango juice. Sooho must have stuck it in. He grabbed it and found a sticky note with unmistakably Sooho’s handwriting scrawled on it.

I heard from her friend that this is her fav— remember what I told you ;)

Sieun sighed and peeled the sticky note off of the bottle, recalling all the steps Sooho had meticulously given him the previous day. Act cool, don’t try too hard, don’t act interested at first, etc.

Sieun busied himself with studying for the next hour, waiting for when you arrived to class so he could give you the juice. You walked in with a boy beside you and Sieun’s heart sunk. His eyes flickered between you and the boy who was clearly clinging to your side. Sieun thought that maybe you looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t know for sure. He just forced himself to look down at his paper, missing the way you instinctively looked at him, a mixture of disappointment in your face.

Sooho offered Sieun a ride home after school, eager to know if he had successfully made a move on you. “Did she like the juice?” Sooho asked brightly, passing Sieun the motorcycle helmet.

The other boy was silent as he put it on, still processing his disappointed emotions. Why did it make him feel like he was about to explode seeing someone else so close to you?

With the long pause, Sooho was quick to pick up on what had happened, “Don’t tell me you didn’t give it to her?” Sieun nodded quietly, affirming Sooho’s suspicions before sitting down on the motorcycle without another word. Sooho sighed and joined him, turning on the engine with a loud rev and entering the lane on the road.

You had known Sooho since your 5th birthday. He was that one kid who no one really knew why they were invited to the party, but ended up being the star anyway. He had caked you in the face on your 7th birthday as a prank, and now it was a tradition at every birthday.

No one was really aware of how close you two were, since you didn’t spend much time talking at school. Sooho was always sleeping and you were always spending way too much time being distracted by the most beautiful eyes- studying. You were studying.

It had been months of your studying being rudely distracted by this… certain someone, and your grades were realistically suffering because of it. You needed to do something about it, and luckily for you, Sooho was friends with this boy. It was like the stars had aligned.

“Sooho!” You sat down loudly at the desk in front of the sleeping boy, earning a tired groan as the boy attempted to wake up from his slumber.

“What?” He rubbed his eye lazily, waiting for you to bring up what was so important as to interrupt his precious sleep.

“I need to confess or else my grades will crash and burn.” You said dramatically, much to the confusion of the boy in front of you.

“Who are you confessing to?” He asked groggily but a bit more alert than before, thoughts of Sieun’s failed confession running through his brain immediately. What if you liked someone completely different? Should Sooho still encourage Sieun to confess to you?

“Sieun…” You muttered weakly.

“What?” Sooho’s eyes brightened when you repeated Sieun’s name in clarification. “I have a plan.”

Sooho’s plan was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. How the heck was randomly showing up to Sieun’s apartment going to achieve anything? What did he expect you two to do? Eat dinner?

Sooho had dropped you off 30 seconds ago and sped off on his motorcycle before you could figure out exactly where you were and bombard him with questions. He didn’t give you any instructions, any pointers. All he said was that Sieun had something to drink. You were confused and a little annoyed and scared. You would probably embarrass yourself in front of Sieun and then that would be the end of it. You wouldn’t have the courage to even look at the boy ever again.

You hesitantly knocked on the door since Sooho had threatened you in case you chose to run away instead of doing anything. As the door opened, you were faced with the pair of eyes that you expected. You watched as shock flickered over them.

You could practically melt right then and there just from looking at him. You had never actually seen him in clothes other than his school uniform, and while he looked good in it, he looked infinitely better in this; a soft crew neck and sweatpants. You could only imagine how comfortable it would be to hug him or even cuddle-

Your thoughts were shut down when Sieun spoke, a little timidly, “Do you want to come in?” His voice was soft like it always was. He never really talked much. Even when answering questions in class, he spoke in as few words as possible. You couldn’t lie, you found it endearing.

You nodded and walked through the door, finding the apartment unsurprisingly clean. You took off your shoes, staying in just your socks. Sieun tried to look for a spare pair of slippers to give you, but the only pair was his dad’s which were comically too big for you.

You gave up the search and walked to the couch to sit down. You could feel this warm feeling in the air, like some simmering tension. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it gave you the slight sensation of butterflies in your stomach.

Sieun sat next to you on the couch but not too close and you were both silent. You weren’t sure what to say or where to start. You had asked Sooho for help with confessing, but it would seem too abrupt to start with that. You wanted to warm up to Sieun first, though you weren’t sure how long you could wait before the words fell out of your mouth.

“Do you want a drink?” Sieun asked and you smiled. So Sooho wasn’t lying with that part.

“What are the options?”

“Uh…” He dropped his head, thinking for a second before running to the small fridge and pulling out a bottle of mango juice, “You like this… right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

Sieun’s lips turned up into the cutest smile you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt like you were floating on clouds from the elated feeling. You made him smile.

Once you had received a glass of mango juice, the conversation started flowing a bit easier. You talked about school and hobbies and your favourite foods. Though Sieun didn’t say much, you could tell he was always listening to what you were saying. That was a bit unusual to you. You were always used to being ignored or thought of as obnoxious when you talked, so you rarely felt comfortable saying what you wanted to. With Sieun, however, you felt like you could say anything and he would listen.

It was late in the night and Sieun was preparing a small dinner for you both. He had been overwhelmingly kind and considerate that you felt your will to not confess being slowly withered away. You were about to crack, you could feel it. As soon as he did one more thing to make your heart flutter, you would have to spill it otherwise you were sure you would explode.

Your resolve was finally broken while you were eating. You were sitting across from Sieun on the floor, food spread out as best as Sieun could make it. You had a small bit of sauce on the corner of your lip, and before you could notice yourself, Sieun had leaned across the table and wiped it off gently with his thumb.

Your cheeks flushed pink at the touch. You were lucky you didn’t have any food in your mouth otherwise you would’ve probably choked. You were stunned, staring at the boy in front of you. And then he smiled as if he was shy but happy to help. You could see his ears had turned pink at the tips, and then finally your mouth was spitting out words before your brain could catch up.

“I like you, Sieun.”

“I’m nervous I’ll do it wrong.” Sieun whispered, head dropped to look at the floor. You could see his cheeks a bright red and you were sure that your boyfriend was the cutest thing this world had ever created.

“You won’t be able to mess up cuddling, I promise.” You reassured him.

“But I’ve never done it before… What if-”

“You’ve hugged me before.” You cut him off. He nodded. He had hugged you, many many times. He wanted to hug you right now. “It’ll just be like a prolonged hug… except more relaxed.” You understood how the thought of cuddling could feel daunting for him. He had been touch-starved his entire life. “I’ll show you how it works, but… you need to come here first.” You giggled and patted the spot next to you on the bed.

Sieun’s face flushed more and he joined you carefully, scooting next to you. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him even closer to you, “It’s hard to cuddle when there's a gap between us.” You explained with a smile.

You decided it would be best to make the first move, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his chest. He was even more comfortable than you could’ve imagined, and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. He smelled clean and calming, your nerves instantly becoming soothed by being so close to him.

He had tensed up at first, not sure how to respond and hyper aware of how fast his heart was beating. You were so pretty and the fact that you were hugging him so closely? Sieun would probably never recover. He figured that wrapping his arm around your shoulder would be natural, and he soon discovered that the position was 10 times more comfortable that way as you snuggled even closer to him.

“Your heart is beating so fast… Nervous?” You mumbled, peering up at him with a small teasing smile.

“Yeah…”

“Me too.” You whispered, a smile growing as you could feel both your hearts beating at the same fast rate.

Sieun was an excellent cuddler, he just didn’t realise it. He naturally started rubbing your arm in a soothing way until his hand travelled up to your hair and started playing with it. You were sure you would become addicted to cuddling him after this. Maybe you would ask him to cuddle with you everyday…

“Can I kiss you?” You asked suddenly. Sieun’s hand stopped playing with your hair.

“I… I’ve never-”

“I know. Me neither.” You said shyly, “It just… seemed like the right moment, but if you don’t-”

“I do. I really really do.” He said firmly and smiled a little. Your heart was already melted from the cuddles, but it was as good as evaporated at the sight of his smile.

“Okay.” You cupped his cheek cautiously before leaning in, not quite touching his lips, waiting for him to lean in as well. He pressed his lips to yours softly, timidly moving them in case you were uncomfortable or he was doing it wrong.

Sieun was an excellent kisser as well.

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squidinkedcreative · 2 months

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ok im deff obsessed w the boat boys duo so mf much lmao i need to watch more etho so badlyyy the interactions between these two r so funny djwjfjsjt

i need more context to the vague etho lore i have heard thru the grapevine too wjdjajfjwjt he lives in the mountains??? where theres moose??? that destroyed his fence????? AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS SET UP SJWJFJWJT

anyways, here r some silly pen doodles from work today while it was slowwww

i love them sm ur honor and i am thoroughly amused at my fav hermitcraft c!ship vs my best friends XD yaoi vs yuri frfr

#ethoslab #smallishbeans #hermitcraft s10 #boat boys #mcyt fanart #hermitshipping #hermitcraft fanart

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roseastralis · 2 years

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little moments

pantalone x reader ; 449 words

✦ genre ; fluff, romance

✦ info ; pantalone x gn!reader, 'you' pronouns used.

✦ warnings ; english is not the author's first languaged, fic was terribly rushed, not fully proofread.

✦ author's note ; okay so i am absolutely OBSESSED w pantalone. ALSO I APOLOGIZE, THIS WAS SOO TERRIBLY RUSHED SO I APOLOGIZE IF IT'S TOO SHORT AND IF IT'S BAD, and it probably lacks a lot of things—ALTHOUGH, I'M WORKING ON ANOTHER PANTALONE FIC !! i've seen a lot of smut on pantalone, and only a little fluff. i'm a bigger fluff fan than smut, so why not write one :')

✦ masterlist

“Hm I must say—you look absolutely stunning tonight, my dearest.” Pantalone smiles at you, eyeing your figure up and down. You both were together at his office, deciding to visit him as you both were pretty busy with your jobs.

“Oh please, spare me the boring flattery.” You sigh, his compliment bringing a soft smile on your face. Pantalone looks up from his paperwork, observing you for a while before drawing his eyes back once more. “Judging by that adorable smile on your face, I bet it wasn't much of a boring compliment, was it?” He chuckles softly, placing his pen underneath his chin.

“Take a seat next to me.” He orders, now pointing his pen on the chair next to him. You follow his command and take a seat, crossing your legs and placing a hand under your face. You slightly tilt your head and admire him as he works in peace, his eyes glancing at your form next to him before returning back to writing.

Getting a bit bored as you had nothing to do, you yawned and finally looked away from Pantalone as you have been staring at him for quite a long while already. You wanted to stir up a conversation, but you didn't want to distract him while he was in the middle of signing some papers. So all you could do was sit there silently, observing him and the things around you.

Pantalone—who noticed that you averted your eyes away from him, was a bit disappointed by your small action.

He gently grabbed your chin with his finger, directing your face to look at his. “Don't, look away from me.” Pantalone says, grazing his finger against the delicate skin of your cheek. You softly chuckle at his small antic, grabbing his wrist and nuzzling your face against the back of his warm hand. Pantalone softly smiles at your action and caresses your face for a while as he turns back to his desk and continues with his paperwork—one hand caressing your face, the other writing a letter.

Pantalone is always a busy man, working hard everyday that he rarely gets to spend any time with you. Despite this being a small and short moment, he enjoys it. He loves having you around, bringing him comfort and doting on him. He will always treasure these small moments with you—because these memories do not require any price at all. As long as he can spend time with you, it is enough for him.

Pantalone is a wealthy man. Whatever he wants, he gets it with ease. But he certainly cannot buy these little memories with you—so he will enjoy your presence every time he can.

likes & rblgs highly appreciated !! <3

#🥀rose.writing♡︎#🍫rose.genshin♡︎#genshin impact #genshin #fatui harbringers #fatui #snezhnaya #pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #regrator #fatui x reader

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miss-celestial-being · 2 years

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My Dearest, Secret Admirer

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request | masterlist

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: Eddie Munson, local freak, has found himself obsessing over the Hawkins princess, Y/n. After years of pinning, he finally decides to give her a letter, unknowingly starting a pen-pal-ship with two simple words; "secret admirer"

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: kinda stalker!eddie ig, completely fluffy tho, mostly not proofread

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.1k

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: so ik this is out late but i completely forgot and ive had like no inspiration to write the other parts so expect later updates than i said originally

**Love, Eddie part one**

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Y/n leaned against her locker, books in hand as she talked to Chrissy about the upcoming basketball game. She tuned to her locker, unlocking it before pulling it open. A paper fell to her feet, messily placed in an envelope, smelling of smoke and grime.

She bent down to pick it up, eyebrows furrowing at the scribbled handwriting on the back.

'Y/n Y/l/n'

Y/n looked around for anyone who could've put it there, finding it empty spare a few freshmen running to their next class in the short passing period given, Chrissy long gone. She hummed, opening the letter carefully in fear of something jumping out at her. She gently opened it, being careful as to not break the beautiful blood red wax seal on the front.

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Beautiful Y/n,

Your eyes sparkle like the very stars you hung in the sky. Your hair flows elegantly as you walk down the halls.

You're laughing now. Your laugh is like the songs of the angels above, your smile bright as the sun. I admire your beauty from afar, wishing to have your heart, to hold you close, to protect you from the cruelty that is the world around your love.

My dear princess, my queen, you have my own heart. You have me. I am yours. I assure you I mean no harm, I only wish to know your love.

Forever yours,

Your Secret Admirer

(p.s. check room 30)

•

Y/n chuckled as she looked around her once more, still finding no sign of the person that pit this letter in her locker–her secret admirer. She walked to class, her thought filled with guesses at who this could be.

She bit her nails as she watched the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Finally, the bell rang. Y/n stood up, speeding out if the class to search for room 30. She passed rooms 28 and 29 before finally stumbling into the abandoned classroom. "Hello?" She asked the empty room. She sighed to herself, rolling her eyes at the prank that was played on her before she caught sight of an envelope from the corner of her eye.

She hummed, walking toward it, looking around for anyone that could possibly pop out and scare the living shit out of her. She reached for the envelope, opening it the same as the last, preserving the wax seal.

She read the note to herself, a small smile on her face.

Dearest Y/n,

Her smile grew at the words. She looked around as though she would get caught reading something so harmless.

It would seem as though you enjoy this little game, otherwise why would you be here? Obviously if you weren't here you wouldn't be reading this so I think it's safe to assume you like this.

I hope you understand the effort it took just to get myself to do this, I was really nervous.

She chuckled at the person's cuteness. Her face heating with admiration.

Now, a few things;

1. If you wish to continue this, leave your own letter here (its a classroom so im sure you'll find paper) I'll check around 4:30 to make sure we don't cross paths.

Y/n looked up at the clock, realizing it was 4:00. She grabbed a paper from her notebook, ripping it off and getting ready to write, finishing the note first.

2. Look here every Wednesday between 2:30 and 3:00 pm for more notes, You leave notes every Thursday at the same time, good? I think a schedule would be best, no? If you wanna write to me more or something, just say the word and we can make it every other day.

She made a mental note in her head, memorizing the times.

3. If you wish to know my identity, you'll have to guess for yourself. No cheating!!

She let out a snort of laughter, shaking her head as she continued the letter.

And lastly...

Let the games begin,

Your secret admirer

Y/n took out a pencil from her bag, scribbling on the lined paper messily as the clock ticked.

She folded it up, running out of the classroom with a few minutes to spare, her smile wide as she thought of who it could be.

•

Eddie leaned against the wall behind the corner, peaking out to look back at Y/n's locker, watching as she opened it, his letter falling to her feet.

She smiled.

That was a good sign right?

She pealed it open, pocketing the wax seal before taking out the letter, she looked around and Eddie moved back behind the wall quickly. He heard a soft chuckle and his smiled, peaking back around the wall to watch the girl with admiration.

She finished reading, looking back around her before the bell rang and she ran to her last class.

Eddie walked around the school a bit, biting his nails until the bell rang. He checked his watch, the time reading 4:00. Eddie sighed, leaning back against the wall as he waited for the 30 minutes to be up.

He heard hurried footsteps running out the school and checked his watch once more. Eddie checked his watch again, the time now 4:27. He stood straight, walking slowly to the room till his watch beeped, signaling it was 4:30. He smiled slightly, picking up the pace until he was standing in front of the door.

He took a moment to calm himself, remembering that she may have just thrown it away. He opened the door slowly, checking around the room for the girl. The room was empty except for a small, folded, lined piece of paper. He knelt down to pick it up, realizing it must've fallen off the table.

He smiled, opening it slowly as though he was afraid it would be a letter of rejection or calling him a freak–which he was used to but something told him it'd hurt more coming from her–or a creep. He took a deep breath, reading it quickly.

•

Hello stalker secret admirer,

Firstly, thank you for the compliments.

Secondly, I've got a few questions before we start this for real;

1. Why me? There are so many other girls here, so why did you choose me?

2. What will we talk about? Just our day? Or will we have like a secret code or something? Just wanna know if this'll be fun, y'know?

3. How is it fair that you know my identity but i can't know yours?

4. Can I ask things about you? Like your hobbies, your hair color, who you are, etc. etc.

And lastly...

Let the games begin,

You know who

(p.s. "the word" ;) )

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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A/N :: I have a serious bee in my bonnet for Reiner. Like, yeah. So, @reinerswarrior I hope you don't mind me tagging you in this. I just wanted to share my obsession fondness for him with another fellow fan. In whatever capacity it's in?

C/W :: Going to college professors house, flirting with him, egging him on, feigned innocence, miniscule name calling, spanking, oral {M -> F}, unprotected sex, talk of cum, cumming in y/n, creampie-esque, FEELINGS, feelings, feelings. Attachment. =|

ThSpanks A Lot

"So ..." you leaned over the desk farther than necessary, your tits nearly spilling out of your low-cut v-neck. "So, you're telling me, that this is how you solve it? No - mm-mm." You shook your head a little too incredulously. Doing your best to egg him on.

He simply would not give in to your harassment. "I'm telling you that's how you solve that because THAT'S how you solve it, y/n. I feel like you're purposefully being obstinate here. I am giving you my time. I am giving you access to my space. And all you're doing is arguing with me."

You tucked your chin and folded your lips inward. Giving him your best doe eyes.

He sighed. "What ... what the hell is this?" He waved his hand around in front of your face. "What are you doing ... that face. Those eyes. Oh, oh. I see. You think by looking all sweet that I'll cave and sway to your thinking on the subject. Well, you're wrong. I'm not changing my mind. In fact, I think we're done here. So pack up your shit and thanks for the memories. I'll see you in class on Monday." He shook his head and adjusted something in his lap.

Reiner stood from his desk, thinking his dick was tucked away well enough behind his waistband.

It was not.

You stared at the imprint of his fat cock in his light gray slacks.

Your e/c eyes are big, sparkling in the dim lighting of his office.

"Professor Braun. Do you like yelling at me?" You asked, taking your hoodie off. Stretching up and showing your rounded tummy a little more than necessary.

"Do - do I like yelling at you? You're fucking deranged. You're sick. Of course I don't enjoy yelling at you, y/n. Now kindly, put your sweatshirt back on and get out of my house. I never should have agreed to you coming over to cover the materials we'd be having a mid-term on."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I thought ... well I thought with how hard you are that something about our little study session was getting … you … off." You licked your lips.

You knocked his fancy wooden pencil holder off of his desk, it hit the floor with a louder noise than you expected. It made you jump.

"Oh! Ohhhh noooo. Now I have to pick this messy mess up. I'm so sorry, Professor."

He adjusted his pants and moaned a little as the band of his pants squeezed the head of his cock. "Fffuck. I - ahh goddamn it! You shouldn't be here. I - I could lose my job. You're - hughh." He palmed his dick through his pants, the feeling was too much to ignore any longer.

You stood there, your already short skirt riding up on the back of your thighs. All it would take would be one slip of your hand and your ass would be out and stuck up in the air.

Reiner walked over to you as you unceremoniously moved pens and pencils around on the floor. He stood right behind you.

So close you could feel the warmth oozing from his crotch.

"Professor ... teach me something. Teach me a hard lesson."

You could feel his firm length pressing between your ass cheeks. You bent your knees a little so you could rub against him.

"Yooouuu ..." he growled out as he bounced against you.

He hiked up your skirt and ripped your flimsy panties from your body and laid down a hard hand in one fell swoop.

"Ah! Fuck, Professor. Yeah? You gonna spank me? Tell me what a bad girl I'm being? Punish me for being so bad, huh? Spank me again! Spank me again, you old fuck!"

"HEY! I'm a lot of things, you little bitch, but old isn't one of them." He was practically yelling at this point.

It was right where you wanted him. You wanted him so frustrated with you that he couldn't see straight. Things were right on track.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and carried you to stand at his desk, your back still pressed to him.

His body was right against yours. It was so warm in contrast to the cool fall night. You knew better than to wear a short skirt, but this opportunity was too good to pass up.

Reiner spanked you again, once on each cheek.

"Look at that, your fat ass is turning so red for me. Let's see if I can get it a few shades deeper, mm? Fucking *whack* little *whack* bratty *whack* shit." He was hitting you harder and harder.

The heat flooding through your abdomen was reaching a boiling point.

"Mm-hmm, ok, Professor. You see anything? You see how fucking wet I'm getting for you. Touch my pussy, feel how fucking wet I am."

You turned around and hopped up onto his ridiculously large desk. Spreading your legs for him, you grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs, his fingers grazing your clit.

"Fuck. You're so wet. You're dripping down your thighs."

He pulled his hand back and ran it over his eyes and nose. Across his whole face, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils.

"Oh ... my ... god, you're such a fucking perv, Reiner. You just rubbed my pussy juice all over your face." You giggled.

"Shut the fuck up. You like it. You've been trying to get me to touch you since the beginning of the semester. And now you're here in my office, my home office, nonetheless, bent over my desk, practically begging me to fuck you. Just - just - I don't know what you're playing at, y/n. Do you actually want me?"

You looked him dead in the eyes. "Professor Braun ... I've always wanted you."

He had turned this from a game to something far more serious than you were ready for. You'd always found him violently attractive. But you also liked him ... as he was. Right now. So soft even though he was so hard.

His insecurity was getting you more wet, however that was possible. You liked him being like this with you. So pathetic.

"Fuck, y/n. I wanna fuck you so bad. I - I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Please ... pl-" The look in his eyes was sheer need. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

"Professor, I want you - to fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Use me like you've always wanted to."

He unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thick thighs. His cock bounced up, the head of it slick with precum.

"Fuck, you're so big, Professor. I've never seen a cock so … fucking … huge. You're so, so hard, for me, Professor. Such a good boy for me. You want me to suck on your cock?" You got down on your knees, grabbed the base and licked the precum that was dripping down his length. "Hmm?" The vibrations of your words shot right through his stretched length.

He looked down at you, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe you were doing this for him. That you wanted him so badly. "Ohhh, shhhhit. Suck my cock, y/n. Take me into your mouth. Let me fuck your throat."

You smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with tears, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

He pushed his cock down your throat, holding your head in place as he thrust in and out.

You could feel your throat constricting around his thick cock, his precum dripping out of your mouth.

He pulled back and slapped his length against your face, smearing his spit and yours across your cheeks and nose.

You stood up and he grabbed you, tugging you hard into his muscular chest. He looked over your face, how wet your face was from all that he just wiped across it.

He kissed you, deeply. Sharing in the juices all over you. His tongue intertwined with yours. The taste of him still sitting pretty on your lips.

Moaning into it, he said in a deep and gravelly voice, "Let me taste your pussy."

He pushed you back onto the desk and buried his face between your legs, his nails scratching against your thighs, his tongue licking your clit, your lips, your ass.

You bucked your hips against him, his nose hitting your clit every time he pushed his tongue into you.

"Professor, please ... I … inside of me. Please, I want you to stretch me open and fill me up with your cum."

"Yeah," he sucked on your clit. "You want my cum to fill up this tight pussy?" His fingers spread you apart and he went face first into you. Burying his face in your hot wet cunt. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." Reiner said as his tongue fucked you. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

"Fuck …. Please, I need it so bad. Please, Professor, fuck." Your begging was driving him wild. He wanted to fuck you so hard, but he needed to savor the moment between your thighs.

He pushed you back on the desk and stood up, his cock resting on your belly. He slid his length up and down your slit, teasing you. "Nnghh, goddamn it, Professor. Fuck … now." You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you.

He pushed his cock into you, stretching you wide. "Hohhh -- shit, you're so ... fucking tight, y/n. You're squeezing me so hard already."

He thrusted in and out of you, his cock hitting the deepest part of you. "You're hitting my ... Oh god, oh god, Professor Braun."

"Call ... hnghh, fuck, shit ... Call me Reiner, ple-please, Rei ... ahhh ... ner."

"Reiner, oh my god, Reiner. Fuck me harder, make me cum for you."

His hands gripped your waist as he slammed his cock into your tight pussy over and over again. His balls slapped against you. "Ahh, fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You grabbed his balls and tugged on them gently. "Cum for me, Professor. Fill me up."

He came hard, his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum. "Ahhh, fffuck, y/nnnnnnnnnnn. You're so tight, you're taking my cock so ... fucking ... well."

He collapsed on top of you, his dick still inside you.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and grabbed some tissues from his desk. He handed you a few and wiped himself off.

"Fuck, that was ... intense. Did you, uh - did you enjoy it?" He asked, looking at you for reassurance.

You were completely taken aback by the tears running down your cheeks. You were crying, not hard. But that was, despite speaking to one another how you did, despite egging him on and being a brat, it was so intimate. He made you feel some kinda way you've never felt before.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

You wiped your face and laughed. "I'm fine. It's just - no one's ever made me feel like that before. Like I actually was, I don’t know. Worth it? I don’t know. It’s ... stupid. But, you know what I mean? Ugh, sorry."

Reiner laughed. "I do. I know exactly what you mean, y/n. I've never had someone talk to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm present. Like I'm actually here ... now. That's why I didn't kick you out right away. Even though you argued with me. But I feel like you did that shit on purpose. Mm? Yeah. I thought so.”

You smiled and kissed him deeply. Finding yourself lingering a little longer than was called for. His hands were roaming up your curves once again. His lips reciprocate the pressure. Finally, you pulled back. "Reiner, thank you." You could feel his cock growing hard.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. Well, um ... What are you doing right now?" He looked like a lost boy. His eyes were heavy with lust, but there was a gentle sadness residing in them, too.

You hopped off of the desk and grabbed your panties from the floor. You slid them up your legs, and bent over to pull them up the rest of the way. Your ass was in the air. You could hear him groan, "Ohhh shit, I can see my cum leaking from your pussy. Fffuck, that's so fucking hot. Don't move. Please, don't move. Let me just look at you for a minute."

You stood up straight, his cum dripping down your inner thighs. "Oh yeah, Professor? You wanna watch me slide my panties back up? Is that it?"

Reiner rubbed the back of his neck, "C-can I take a picture? Please? I - I won't show anyone. I promise." His eyebrows were raised hopefully. A small smile graced his beautiful mouth.

"Sure, Reiner. You can take a picture. As long as it's not of my face."

He grabbed his phone from the desk and snapped a few shots of you from various angles. Both of your cum glistening down your thighs.

He handed you his phone, "Can - can you take a picture of me, y/n? I wanna remember this moment forever. I'll delete them after I save them to my computer.

You smiled, genuinely smiled. This man was so touch-starved that he wanted photographic evidence of the fucked out look on his face. Something about it was just so fucking sweet to you. You didn't want to leave him. But you weren't sure how to tell him you wanted to stay.

You snapped a few photos of him, his hair messy, his face flushed, his body glistening with sweat. You'd never seen him look so human.

The last photo you took was the two of you. He put his arms around you and kissed your forehead as the phone clicked.

When you handed him his phone back, he didn’t let go right away.

Finally, you gathered your things and headed towards the door.

"Hey, y/n," Reiner called out to you, his voice a little hoarse.

You turned around, "Yes, Professor?"

"I'll see you in class Monday, yeah? Unless ... ah, I don't know."

"Reiner? Are you ok?" His eyes perked as you said his name. "Did you want something else?" You walked back over to him, your hand outstretched to touch his arm.

"Y/n, will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He sounded almost shy asking you. It was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. The cutest thing you'd ever seen.

He reached out to pull you to him. Your body already felt the pull long before he touched you.

It was so hard to leave him after that. But you knew you needed to. You needed him to breathe.

You pulled back, "Reiner, I would love to go to dinner with you tomorrow. I think we have some things to uh, well. Yeah?" A soft look washed over your face. "Let me write my # down for you, hm? And you can call or text me whenever, yeah?"

He nodded, like he was having some internal conflict. You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it, too.

At the desk you stood and wrote down your cellphone for him. "Here. Talk to me whenever, understand?" You stood on your toes and kissed him one more time.

He moaned into the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips. Your hands reached up around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Pulling back again, you said, "Whew! If I don't go now, I swear I never will. Good night, Reiner. Thank you. Talk to me, ok?"

"Yes, yes! I promise. I'll talk to you. I'll call you and text you." He held the piece of paper you wrote on to his heart and nodded.

You walked out of his office and down the stairs to his front door. You heard him yell after you, "Oh, y/n! Don't forget your sweatshirt! It's getting cold out!"

You turned around to see him running down the stairs, your sweatshirt in his hands. "Here, you forgot this. Can't have you getting sick, now can we?" He smiled and handed you the hoodie.

"Thank you, Reiner."

"I will, I promise. Have a good night, y/n." He watched you walk down his front steps and out onto the street. He stayed there until you were completely out of sight.

Reiner went back inside and closed the door behind him. He sat on the couch in his living room and stared at the piece of paper you'd written your number on. Pulling out his cell he put your number in and saved it, your contact name was a series of different hearts.

He texted you about 2 minutes after you left.

"I can't wait to see you again ❤️‍🩹

- Rei"

You giggled and jogged excitedly in place.

"Me too 💝. What's with the bandaged heart emoji?"

"It just seemed ... fitting. See you at dinner, tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't wear panties, they're just going to get ruined."

Taglist :: @callm3senpaii

#reiner braun #reiner braun smut #aot reiner braun #aot reiner braun smut #attack on titan #aot #attack on titan reiner braun #attack on titan reiner braun smut #sarah obsesses #fuck #i love him so much

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5ivebyfive · 6 months

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Back pickup line prompt: "You're not a blue pen, but I still wanna bite you." Trimberly

Trini was in her college course on women's studies. She was slouched in her chair, somewhat listening to the professor's lecture. She liked the class, she really did, but she was...distracted. Next to her sat Kimberly Hart, a girl she had barely ever spoken to other to politely say hi when she sat beside her. And Kimberly Hart was really, really pretty. And funny. She always had something to contribute to the class. Trini was mildly obsessed with her. She looked down at her phone which had just vibrated with a text.

Zack: I swear to god if you don't ask her out I'm never talking to you about her again. Trini: What am I supposed to say?? I can't just start a conversation with her out of nowhere.

"Excuse me," said Kimberly beside her. Trini gulped and looked over. Had she seen her phone? Kimberly smiled. "My pen isn't writing. Do you have an extra?"

"Oh," Trini said. "Yeah." She picked up her bag and searched through it. Okay. Was this when she was supposed to say something? She found a blue pen and took it out to hand over to her. She realized, like all her pens, it had bite marks all over the end. She blushed. "Here."

"Thanks!" Kimberly took it. "You're a lifesaver."

"Yeah." Trini said, wincing at the reply. Her heart pounded and she swallowed. "You know..." she started. Then words tumbled out of her mouth without consent. "You're not a blue pen, but I still wanna bite you." Her eyes widened. That was supposed to be a thought. It had been a thought. And then it was words. Words that Kimberly heard. Judging by her sly smirk.

"I wouldn't be against that," Kimberly said in a low voice without missing a beat.

"W-what?" Trini asked, still in shock.

"You. Biting me. Anytime."

"O-Oh," Trini nodded. Her cheeks were burning. Had she just used a horrible pick up line that...had worked?

"What if we start with coffee after class?" Kimberly asked, looking smug.

"Sure," Trini nodded.

"Awesome."

(I was challenged to write a bad pick up line with Trini delivering it. How'd I do?)

send me a bad pickup line and one of my ships and I'll write something.

#trimberly #trimberly fic #my fics #prompt fill #otp; trimberly against the world #rose does asks

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padfootastic · 2 years

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so in yet another attempt to get away from this accursed ~writers block~ i’ve been trying to change up how i write bc it’s what helped me start writing again after a 2ish years gap (went from g docs to exclusively using notes). the result?

#i am sending myself messages with bits of text and dialogue and plot points like a weirdo #there’s barely any punctuation #it’s filled w placeholders #half of it doesn’t rly make sense #i am also attempting to do something that reconciles remus’ actions (or inaction) in a not-bashing manner for once #despite all the spite in my heart #is this called maturity?#bc if so i don’t want it lol #it’s still not gonna be. ykno. but it’ll be bare minimum not a ‘hey let’s (rightfully) shit on remus’ thing ykno?#wow. that was…very Articulate #not me obsessively checking this every two minutes to confirm i didn’t leave personal info in lmao #i am a paranoid mf #pen’s writing

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starg1rlie · 1 year

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(is it too late to participate in this wonderful idea ?! i've never seen someone do sumn like this so i'll give it a try if its still open or so!)

💍 w/ xiao if u don't mind !! i am a very open minded person who is also straightforward when i have to & a bit shy but once you get to know me personally, i am very clingy but i also know my boundaries. hobbies are Uh i don't go outside so i tend to play rpg or fps games instead at home! But of course I still Touch grass when i feel like it ^^ WOO SURPRISE MEE

(hey, sorry for taking so long to fill out your request! hope you understand, and here it is! (p.s: i may or may not have previously written most of this when it was 5 am, so i literally had no idea what i was doing...i only proof-read and edited it a little bit. nonetheless, i hope you still like it!!)

matching frog hats & dino onesies

xiao feels absolutely humiliated right now. wearing this itchy and ridiculous-looking hat made him feel like burrowing deep within the earth (six feet sounds about right) and staying hidden in the ground for the rest of eternity. the fact that you were recording everything on your phone made it all worse. stop, i look stupid, he said, tugging the frog hat further down to cover his pink cheeks. you merely laughed, as if you relished his embarrassment, and forced him to show his face for the camera. say froggie! you teased, snapping a pic after your reel finished and saving it onto your phone. i hate you, xiao muttered under his breath, yanking off the hat and unzipping the dinosaur onesie you bought for when it got cold. i love you too, you replied, giving him a kiss before dashing off to put the finishing touches on your posts.

lighting sparklers on new years

he didn't understand what the point was for lighting sparklers on new years eve when there was a large firework showcase going off right now. but you insisted and since he didn't really have the power within himself to deny your request, he reluctantly agreed and was immediately dragged out of the household, box of sparklers loosely gripped in his hand. honestly, you're acting like it's christmas day all over again, xiao said with a delicate snort, striking a match againt the box and lighting two sparklers, one for you and one for himself. do we really need to do this? he inquired when you whipped out your phone once more to "capture the moment". you only nodded, focusing on changing the lighting and filters on your phone so that the picture turned just right. see, look how pretty it looks! you exclaimed, holding out your phone for him to see. but his attention drifted elsewhere, particularly on the happy smile that adorned your features. yeah, pretty...ahem, are we going to just let them go out or do you plan on doing more pictures? xiao cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging desperately at the collar of his shirt to cover the blush that threatened to creep further up the nape of his neck. you thought nothing of it and continued snapping away, gleeful as could be.

he's obsessed w/sanrio (keroppi and kuromi)

he'd probably not admit this to anyone except you, but he really enjoys sanrio merchandise, more specifically, keroppi and kuromi. call him a geek all you want, but he'll immediately make a beeline for the sanrio items whenever the two of you head to a daiso* store. look, this reminds me of you, xiao will say, holding up a my melody plushie, pointing at her sweet expression. you, on the other hand, looked less amused and simply went back to testing out the different pens and highlighters they had to see if there was anything you could add to your stationary collection. can we get this? xiao asked, holding up a kuromi keychain (no doubt for his car keys) and a kuroppi pin. you nodded and headed towards the cashier line. at least now i know what i can get you for your birthday, you said jokingly as the two of you made your way back to the car. xiao wasn't really paying attention, focusing on pinning kuroppi on his sweater.

hosting game night

he's not really interested in playing video games, but he has tried a few, specifically animal crossing and a pokemon game called pokemon remix cafe. xiao prefers chill and relaxing games, not ones where you feel the need to scream at your screen and throw your controller across the room. so when you suggest a game night, xiao can't help but feel a bit wary what he's getting himself looped into. he's absolutely relieved when you introduce him to a rpg game and soon, he became hooked (although, he still prefers watching you play than himself playing it). he'll come sit next to you and watch the story unfold before he gets so into he decides to start the game for himself. results in the two of you playing side by side and sharing each other's progress within the game.

doing his hair

since xiao has short hair, the only hairdo you could manage with him was a weird-looking pair of pigtails and the occasional ponytail if he lets his hair grow out. one time, he let it go past his shoulders and you attempted to do a french braid. is this really necessary? he said while you kept tugging on his hair, braiding it together. yes, yes it is. now quite whining, i'm almost done. with that, you swiftly tied the end of the braid and swung it over his shoulder. there. what do you think? you brought him over to a mirror, gesturing dramatically at his new hairdo. i look like a woman with this hair, xiao said, deadpanning hard. no you don't, you look fine. xiao looked up at you and reached up to touch his braid. take me to the barber's. you reeled back, horrified. all of his luxoriously soft locks being cut? you wouldn't stand for it. no! xiao sighed and got up. fine, then i'll just cut it myself.

#( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!#(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ leeo replies!!#xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao genshin impact #alatus #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin drabble #romance #fluff

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