#and i will do it while wearing my glasses
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# TO MY BED
pairing: paige bueckers x wnba rook!reader (but it's only mentioned like twice)
word count: 2055
warnings: smut aka fingering and p eating and almost not rlly public sex (they're on live idk if that counts) lol!
summary: you can't help yourself when paige is sitting on your couch look sexy as ever.
from lani: nearly collapsed when i saw the pics from tds live so heres this short smut bc @bueckersstrap gave me the idea 🤭 also chose this song bc it was on paiges freaky playlist so i just had to.
“PAIGE, I’M HOME!” you announced as you dropped your keys onto the kitchen counter of your new york city apartment. you had just got back from practice with your new team, the new york liberty, and you were desperate for some quality time with your girlfriend.
“hey, y/n, i’m on live!” you hear from the living room. as you turn the corner you see paige sitting on the couch with her phone tilted against the glass vase on your coffee table.
normally she would’ve greeted you with kisses and eager hands but with thousands of people watching her every move, she had to control herself.
it was also an unspoken rule that if either of you were on live you would announce it when someone walks in the room so they would watch themselves. it’s safe to say that there have been many…incidents…on live that may or may not have almost exposed your relationship.
nodding to her, you go into your shared bedroom to change out of your practice clothes and into some house clothes. you were fairly warm from the workout, so you decided to put on a simple shirt and shorts before making your back out to where paige was seated.
“yo, you said y/n is there? lemme say hi!” you hear kk, your former teammate, say from paige’s phone speakers.
“kk wants to talk to you,” she says, handing you the phone once you sat down on the armchair across from the couch.
“hey kk! how you been girly pop?” you smile with a wave.
“i been doin’ real good, how ‘bout you? i know you been living it up there in new york with your new team,” she jokes with the last comment, playfully side-eyeing you through the screen.
“you can just say you’re jealous, it’s okay,” you add.
“and what if i am? you look better in blue and white anyway, not no seafoam green and black likeee.”
“man shut up, kk,” you laugh, giving the phone back to paige who has been quietly giggling at the interaction.
“you being a menace again, kk? this is what happens when y/n leaves, huh, you start actin’ up?” paige teases.
“who you callin’ a menace? you can’t talk with the way you jumpscared the entire internet with those cruise braids,” kk snickers.
“bro it wasn’t even my fault!” she defends. she begins to talk about how a lady offered to do her hair and ended up doing her dirty.
for the first time since you got home, you are able to fully take in her appearance. she no longer has the full braids from the cruise, but rather a couple side braids on either side of her head, the rest of her hair in a simple ponytail.
she was wearing a white nike sports bra paired with white and black basketball shorts. there was a fluffy blanket draped over her shoulders - one that she had bought for the both of you when you first bought the apartment.
you subconsciously bite your lip as you continue to scan her body. the wide spread of her legs as she gets comfortable, the flex of her arms and abs whenever she adjusts the blanket, the way her tongue occasionally darts out between her lips as she talks. god, she looked sexy.
this girl could literally be doing the most normal, domestic thing but you would still feel the urge to rip her clothes off, similarly to how you feel right now. you clench your thighs together at the thought, wanting nothing more than to take her right there on the couch.
meanwhile, while you were completely zoned out, paige ended her story and looked up at you. with her own lip between her teeth, her eyes darken slightly when she notices you checking her out. she clears her throat to get your attention, making your eyes shoot to hers.
with a slight movement of her head, she wordlessly motions you to come sit next to her. you oblige, of course, the desire to be close to her too strong to resist. the sun has started to set outside your apartment windows, creating a warm, influential atmosphere in the room.
“you okay?” she whispers seductively as kk and kayla argue about something on her phone.
“mhm,” you nod, eyes trained on her pink lips. she smirks at your quiet state and decides to tease you even more.
she goes back to talking with the two girls on live, but sheds the blanket covering her to fully lean back against the couch cushions. her entire body is now on display. shit.
her muscles are defined as she crosses her arms and the smooth skin of her thighs is exposed as her shorts ride up from her adjustments. she knows exactly what she’s doing.
your lips part at the sight. you were currently out of the frame, but if you weren’t, thousands of people would see how down bad you are for her (as if they’ve never seen it before).
you get up from your seat next to paige to grab a drink from the kitchen in an attempt to compose yourself. as you take a deep breath and sip your sparkling water,
you look up to see paige’s hungry eyes on yours, a teasing smirk on her face. she returned to a sat-up position, blanket draped over her legs. you shake your head in pretend annoyance, not wanting to give into her just yet.
with a plan set in your head, you make your way back to the couch and set your drink on the table. however, when you retract your arm and “accidentally” knock the camera over, you set it back up so that only the top half of paige was visible, not her bottom half.
“sorry, y’all,” paige says, “my blanket accidentally hit the phone,” she lies as she eyes you suspiciously, your actions not going unnoticed.
you simply smirk at her and kneel to the floor in front of her. quietly, you remove the blanket from her lap and begin to rub her things with your hands. her skin was cold to the touch but beneath that, she was burning up from the tension. slightly panicked, she widens her eyes for a split second before raising an eyebrow at you.
you look up at her as you start placing delicate kisses on her skin, making your way closer to her heat. your fingers find their way up to the waistband of her shorts and tug, silently asking for approval. she nods while one of her hands sneakily drifts to move some of your hair out of your face.
slowly, you pull her shorts down along with her boxers revealing her wet cunt. the sight of her already aroused by your touch turns you on even more.
you revert your attention back to the paige’s face. she is nodding absentmindedly along to what kk and kayla are talking about, her expression straight yet flushed from your actions.
finally, you slide two fingers into her with ease from her slick. she bites down on her lip harder to prevent herself from making any noise as you pump your fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. you lick your own lips as you continue to observe her vulnerability because fuck she looks hot.
you continue to pound her pussy, occasionally curling your fingers in a “come here” type of motion. once you notice that she is getting more squirmish and shifting her hips to buck up against your fingers, you lower your head to lick at her clit. she puts her fist up to her mouth at this, eyebrows slightly furrowed. you can tell she’s trying so hard to have some decorum, but you were not making it easy.
as your tongue laps at her clit and your fingers ram her entrance, paige can feel herself nearing her release. her stomach is tense as her abs flex. the bright pink tint on her cheeks reflects how the rest of her body feels. she’s still covering her mouth when kayla decides to ask her if she’s okay, noticing her sudden silence.
“what?” she says, snapping out of her daze, “no, yeah, i’m good over here. just really focused on y’all’s conversation. what were you saying about that game from last year?”
you laugh into her cunt at her shaky cover up. the vibrations force a hushed “fuck” out of her, eyes widening at her slip.
“what was that, paige?” kk asks suspiciously.
“oh, nothin’ i just…stubbed my toe on the..table leg,” she sounds out of breath as she continues to lie, and she’s thankful for the overall poor quality of the livestream because everyone would be able to see small beads of sweat form on her forehead and her chest start to heave otherwise.
your fingers push against the special spot in paige’s pussy, making one of her hands fly down to your head, encouraging you to continue. you oblige and abuse that same spot, hitting it over and over in attempt to get her over the edge.
you raise your lips from her cunt so you can get a good look at her face when she comes. she senses the knot in her stomach tighten, and with a few more pumps of your long fingers, it snaps.
she lets out a long, shaky breath as she releases all over your fingers and the couch. even after this, you slowly keep pushing your fingers in and out of her as she comes down from the high.
when you remove your fingers and place a delicate kiss on her thigh, the tensity she didn’t even know she had in her shoulders is gone as she tries to catch her breath as discreetly as possible.
kayla is still caught up in sharing one of her stories from one of her classes, but kk has paid close attention to paige’s behavior and noticed the abnormality of it.
there is a confused look on her face until she realizes that you were still in the room with paige, and awfully quiet might she add, when you were typically very chatty and bubbly. her jaw drops as she quickly sits up and begins to laugh.
“okay so boom i think we gotta end the live now y’all!” she says hurriedly, still laughing.
“wait what?” kayla questions.
“i think paige has to meet up with someone in a bit, right paige?”
now paige’s face is scrunched up in confusion. it’s not until kk raises her eyebrows knowingly that she understands what she means.
“ohhh, yeah you know what i totally forgot i had somethin' tonight,” she plays along, “but i’ll text you guys soon?”
“nah it’s all good,” kk continues tease, “ion expect to hear from you for a while…or y/n.”
“i’m so confused. what is happening?” kayla sighs.
“paige is just a real busy girl, i guess,” you hear kk say.
you laugh at kayla’s confusion and kk’s antics. kk’s ears practically perk up at the sound.
“alright bye y/n, bye paige, bye kayla, hope y’all have fun doing…whatever…” she smirks through the phone.
“bye y’all,” paige responds.
“okay…bye…i guess?”
and with that, the live has ended and you are suddenly thrown against the couch cushions. paige is now on top of you, trapping your body from moving.
you can tell from the way she pins you down that she couldn't wait to take you to your bed, the need for you too strong at the moment.
“you must think you’re so funny, huh?” her voice is low and enticing as she begins to rip your clothes off of you, lips attacking your skin, “almost got us caught. again.”
“couldn’t help myself,” you whisper, “looked so sexy just sitting there.”
“yeah? well since you wanna act like a slut in front of our friends then i’ll treat you like one. is that what you wanted?”
“maybe.”
“fuck, y/n, you’re gonna make me lose my mind one day,” she basically moans into your neck as she grinds her hips down onto yours.
you’re both oblivious to the text message that dings on paige’s phone, both too caught up in each other’s embrace to put your attention on anything else.
kamorea pop: y’all are so damn nasty.
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Can you do a cute one shot please where reader gets drunk and she’s a super lovey and cute drunk and just wants cuddles with Max or Lando please?? Love 🍷 anon who is deffo not drunk and crying over max edits 🥰🥰
Drunk in Love - Lando Norris x Drunk Reader x Max Verstappen
Plot: Your were drinking for England after your first podium. To the point where you can’t tell the difference between your boyfriend Lando Norris and team-mate Max Verstappen.
Warning: Throwing up, General drunkenness.
A/N: This request was hard to choose whether i wanted it centered around Max or Lando, so i added Max being cutie.
Credit to il-predestinato for the GIF
You'd gotten your first podium and you were in a celebrating that in a London Club after the British GP. There was a load of drivers in the club with you including your boyfriend Lando Norris.
You were being offered drinks from pretty much everyone in the room, it was absolutely insane and you'd taken so many drinks without even thinking how much you'd had.
You vision was so blurry, and you were at the point where being this intoxicated was scaring you and you just wanted to get back to your apartment that you kept in London while Lando had the Monaco apartment.
"Lan!" you cry looking up at who you thought was your boyfriend because of the shirt he was wearing. It the shape, same colour and same material when you leaned in to touch it as what Lando was wearing.
Your vision was beyond fucked and you couldn't even make out your boyfriends beautiful face.
"Baby!" you cried at him, tugging him towards you, your eyes blurring more with tears as you struggle to get his attention. The body turns round, and Max is now looking down at his friends very drunk state.
"Y/N?" he asks looking over at you bending down.
"Lan, please baby. I love you but I want to go home!" you say nuzzling into his neck and wrapping your arms around his middle.
"Oh-erm Y/N" Max tries but because of how loud the club is your drunk self cant even tell that it's Max and his Dutch accent that is talking to you and trying to pry you off of him.
"Why are you trying to get me to let go! You love cuddles!" you pout looking down.
"Do you not love me anymore?" you gasp before sobs start to rack through your body at the thought of Lando, the love of your life no longer wanting to be with you.
"Hey, Hey shush!" Max comforts you, pulling you in for a hug and brushing you hair with his hand in a polite manner. You nuzzle into the hug, and you started to feel strange, this didn't feel like a Lando hug, it didn't feel like your Lando full stop.
This body was taller, but not as built as Lando. It didn't feel right. And you couldn't help but wonder who on earth this imposter was.
Max was asking around him, trying to get Charles and Carlos to find where Oscar, Logan and Lando had all wondered off to away from you.
"You are my boyfriend! WHO ARE YOU?" you ask your eyes squiting to try have a better look at the man in front of you.
"Y/N it's me Max!" he smiles kindly putting his hand on your upper arm to steady you as he can see your swaying.
"I want Lando, please get Lando!" you ask with little gasps of breath, sounding like hiccups while you try to catch you breathe a little.
"Carlos has gone looking for him, look come sit down here next to Charlie and Daniel, i'll go help Carlos!" Max says leading you next to Charles who moves over a little in the booth to give you room to get in.
You sit there quietly waiting for Lando's return.
Max was practically running round the club, looking to spy Lando or even Carlos so they could team up and look for the trio together.
After looking he finds them out on the balcony looking down at the busy London street below.
"Lando!" Max shouts making all their heads snap round.
"What's up?" Lando asks putting his drink down making it clink on the glass of the table.
"It's Y/N she's like ... I've never seen her this drunk before. She didn't even know I was me, she thought i was you!" he explains and Lando looks between Oscar and Logan with a shocked look.
"We left her for what... like half an hour!" Lando sighs before following Max back inside leaving Oscar and Logan to their own devices out on the balcony.
"Baby?" Lando asks tentatively, seeing you slouched against Charles.
"Lan!" you exclaim, jumping up and launching yourself at him. You hug him and he wraps you into a familiar warm bear hug and you know that it's him now.
"There's MY Lan!" you smile, nuzzling into him. He kisses your forehead before pulling you back and bending down to your level to look over your face. He could see how spacey your eyes look and that it's for sure about time you should be leaving.
"Come on baby lets go!" he smiles and you shake your head with a soft whine.
"My feet hurt so much" you say groggily and he cant help but laugh at the little pouty expression on his face.
"That's okay, I can carry you baby" he smiles and lifts you up as though you were the weight of a feather. He carries you bridle style all the way back to your apartment which was actually on a 15 minute walk through London.
"I love you so much! I'm sorry about tonight!" you sighed at him, not enjoying filming guilty for making him leave this early.
"Why are you sorry darling!" he laughs as he places you down in the now moving elevator of your apartment building.
"Because i made you leave early from the fun because I don't feel well!" you pout, grabbing his arm and hugging it close against you. He just smiles down at you. You were normally very affectionate anyway but drunk you was very clingy and needy.
Not that Lando minded, he actually loved it.
"Come on baby, it's bed time for the both of us. No need to feel guilty, I was kinda wanting to come back for a nice cuddle session with you anyway!" he grins and you then look down.
"Shower!" you complain looking at him as the lift doors open to your pent house. He carries you straight through to the bathroom, you collapse to your knees throwing up all the contents from that night.
Tears brim your eyes hating the sensation, while Lando rubs your back soothingly trying to help make sure you can breath.
"Okay, lets wash this down and then get you in there to clean up yeah hunny?" he smiles at you, grabbing the shower head down and turning the water on washing the sick from the floor of the shower down the drain until its gone. He helps you step in undressing you, then himself.
He helps you shower, not trusting you alone in the shower by yourself in this state before drying you off and brushing you teeth for you.
You both snuggle up in the big bed, you cuddling into him playing with his curls.
"I love you!" you whispers looking up at his expression.
"I love you more" he smiles placing a kiss on your lips before turning the lights off with the remote and laying his head back to sleep.
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Am I the only one who thinks most of the Marauders and the Slytherin Skittles would have the biggest praise kink in history ?
warnings: smut
Just a little thought I had today. Let me know if you want a part two with the reader and the boys' roles reversed, I'll be more than happy to comply 😉
Enjoy💗
James would have one because of his constant need to be perfect, to be what he thinks the others need him to be: the perfect son, the perfect friend, the perfect student. But he always has doubts ‘am I enough ?’, ‘am I doing enough ?', ‘will they like me ’, ‘what if they don’t ? what if they hate me ?’ He needs to be reassured that he is. He is enough, he is more than enough.
I feel like it would be more prominent while he is intimate with you. He is mostly afraid of not living up to the expectation he thinks you have of him. So you make sure he knows that he makes you literally touch the sky.
‘That was the best match i’ve ever watched ! Merlin, you were brilliant on that broom James’ after Gryffindor wins the last match of the year.
‘What do you mean ‘stupid’ ? They’re your glasses baby, they help you see. And you look really hot wearing them in my opinion’ after he overhears someone talking about another person and saying they look stupid with that specific pair of glasses.
‘Like that, baby. You’re doing so good’ while he is covering your neck with kisses and gentle bites.
‘Yes, yes, fuck, right there Jamie’ after a particularly deep and strong thrust leaves you breathless.
‘You look so good between my legs, love’ while he is eating you out messily and hungrily and so, so perfectly.
‘No one feels as good as you. No one could ever make me feel the way you do, James’ while he is still inside of you, catching his breath and looking at you with devotion.
‘Are you sure it was ok ?’
‘James, it was more than ok. My legs are shaking baby, that's a sign that it was pretty damn amazing’
‘Are you serious ?’
‘Apart from the very lame joke I am sure you’re thinking about, yes, I am. Actually, why don’t I show you how serious I really am ?’
‘What do you mean, baby?’
‘I mean that you’re gonna fuck me again and i’ll show you how much I always crave your lips, then a third time and i’ll make sure the entire castle hears how you can make me cry with just your tongue, then a fourth because that perfect dick of yours needs to be fucking worshipped, and, finally, a fifth to show you that you fuck me so good that not a single coherent thought processes in my head when you're taking me apart on your cock, Jamie’
Remus would have one because he has hated himself his whole life. He feels like a monster, like he doesn’t deserve all the love he is surrounded by, like all the good things people say about him are just lies. And he knows the truth, he knows he is nothing but an horrid creature and that he doesn’t deserve to be loved. Except that it isn’t the truth, and you tell him everyday.
With him I feel like it would be more out of the bedroom, and outside of sex, but not exclusively.
‘You’re really good at that spell Remus, mind showing me how it’s done ?’ after he gets a rather difficult charm right at the first try.
‘You look very hot today, Rem. Well, you look hot everyday actually’ which makes him blush from head to toes.
‘You’re the best, you know ? You really are’ after he explains a difficult concept that nobody else got, but him.
‘Holy hell, right there Remus. You feel way too good’ while he eases in and out of you with a steady rhythm, knocking the air out of your lungs.
‘You take such good care of me’ while he is going down on you, slowly, sensually and with a glint of hunger in his eyes, knowing exactly what to do to make you fall apart.
‘I love you, you know that right ?’
‘Yes, darling. You tell me everyday’
‘Well, that’s not enough. From now on, I'll tell you twice a day’
‘But why ?’
‘Because it’s true' and then you give him the sweetest kiss.
Sirius would have one because he has been told his whole life that he wasn’t enough. That he needed to be better, to do better, to be a better heir for the Noble House of Black, to be a better son, to be a better brother. He was told that he was worthless, that his parents had no use in having a son like him. He was a disappointment, a shame to the family. For them he didn’t exist anymore.
But for you he was the most perfect person to ever walk on earth. Your brightest star.
He would love it both inside and outside the bedroom. I feel like he would also ask you to tell him something that makes him feel good, especially when he is having a bad day. He has no problem being praised in public, but he becomes especially vulnerable when you’re intimate because he can finally let go.
‘Tell me what did I do to have the best boyfriend ever ?’ After he brings you flowers one day because he told you they reminded them of you.
‘It’s ok Sirius, you’ll get it eventually. You’re one of the best students, you just need a bit more time which is totally fine’ after the tenth time he tries to get one of the most difficult spells right, only for it to go wrong.
‘You’re worth it Sirius. You’re worth every single good thing that happens to you, never doubt that’ after he breaks down reading one of his mothers older letters, full of foul words directed at him.
‘You’re such a good boy, aren’t you ?’ after he listens to you so well, kissing every inch of your body.
‘Fuck, you should see yourself baby. You look so good, so perfect for me’ while you’re on his lap, riding him slowly to savor that sultry fucked out expression on his face that makes you go feral.
‘You’re so sweet, Sirius, do you know that ? So fucking sweet’ after you bob your head on his length, swirling your tongue around his head to suck gently as his taste coats your mouth.
‘Was I good ?’
‘You’re always good, Sirius. More than’
‘Are you sure ?’
‘Do you want me to describe in detail how good you are at splitting me open in every position known to man ? Because I can do that if you want. Might take three whole days though, a week if you want me to talk about that sinful tongue of yours, too’
‘I think we have enough time’ and then you both start laughing.
Regulus would have one because he’s been second his whole life. Second for his brother, second for his parents before Sirius left , sometimes he feels second even for his friends. He thinks no one cares deeply about him, he’s just there as a rebound. He’s never been anyone’s first choice, and he thinks he never will be.
You make sure he knows that not only he would be your first choice in every lifetime, but that he would also be the only choice for you, no one else would or could ever compare. He is the center of your universe after all.
I feel like he would blush like crazy and pretend he is annoyed by your words when you’re in public and you praise him even for the simplest thing, but his eyes would also warm up a little, just for a second, before going back to his blank and rather stoic expression. He would be a mess in the bedroom though, when he can finally let go and he allows himself to feel good about the sweet words that leave your lips.
‘You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen’ after he catches you staring at him for a moment too long.
‘Your poems are literally art, Regulus. I can’t believe you can write like this, you know this is pure talent, right ?’ after he shows you his poems for the first time and you nearly cry because more than half of them are dedicated to you.
‘You were so good up there, Reggie. And the way you caught the Snitch ? Fucking incredible. You are incredible’ after Slytherin wins one of the biggest matches of the season thanks to Regulus catching the Snitch one minute from the end.
‘You feel so good, love. Stretching me out so well’ after his cock slides inside of you perfectly, filling you up so nicely.
‘Eyes on me, Regulus. They’re so gorgeous, I want them focused me while I make you cum, ok ? Be good and keep them open’ as you stroke his length up and down, feeling the velvety soft skin on your palm as you give his head a gentle suck, tasting him on your tongue.
‘You’re so pretty when you’re all fucked out, Reggie. You feel so good taking me like this’ while you’re riding him and he looks at you with hazy eyes, lust and pure bliss fogging his brain’
‘I’m yours Regulus. I’m undoubtedly, irrevocably and utterly yours’
‘Promise me’
‘I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me forever, actually’
‘Mmh, it’s gonna be hard, but I’ll survive I guess’ while you’re still joined, one body and one soul as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, his tone sarcastic but betrayed by the smile that's progressively growing on his lips.
Barty would have one because his father never gave him his attention. He was never enough for him, never a good son, never a good student, never good. He was constantly ignored, and the few times his father acknowledged him was to tell him that he was a lost cause, a disgrace, a shame. He was just a stupid boy, too reckless, too careless, too unhinged, too much, and, at the same time, never enough. But it wasn’t like that. He was a bit impulsive, and sometimes he went a little bonkers, but he was a good person, and there were people who cared about him and his well being. You always made sure he knew that. He was your priority.
I have a feeling that he would be completely unashamed of being praised in public exactly like he is praised in the bedroom. Probably not in front of the whole school, but he wouldn't really care if people eavesdropped, his crooked grin widening when he notices their horrified faces. It is their fault, they could mind their own damn business.
‘Yes, Barty, you’ve been a good boy’ after he asks you if he has been good after getting an O in Potions.
‘Baby, we’re in public, I can’t just scream about how good you fuck me. There are people eating, for Merlin’s sake’ after he sees a guy talking to you before sitting at the table in the Great Hall. He asks you if you could tell him that he is the only one who could make you come with just his skilled fingers.
‘Don’t think like that ever again, Barty. You are not a lost cause, you aren't. You deserve good things, you deserve the best things, sweetie. You deserve to be loved, and I do. I love you so much Barty, don’t ever think you are not important to me because you are. You mean the world to me’ after he receives a letter from his father asking how a cretin like him was able to find someone who could love him. If he hadn’t begged you to stop after calming down a little you would’ve been in Azkaban with a murder charge by now.
‘Fuck, I love when you do that. Feels amazing, baby’ after he trails a path of kisses down your chest only to focus on the tender flesh of your nipple as he sucks gently, and grazes it with his teeth, teasing you.
‘Harder, baby. I know you like it like this’ while his thrusts become more erratic, stronger and deeper and you can hardly think.
‘You’re cock is perfect, Barty. Fills my mouth so nicely’ while you’re sucking him off, his tip hits your throat and you swallow as the loudest moan leaves his mouth.
‘I told Mulciber that no one can make you scream as loud as I do’
‘You did what ?! Barty !’
‘What ? Is it not true ?’
‘I- of course it’s true, but why did you have to tell him ?’
‘He was being rather cocky about the fact that he could make you scream like, and I quote ‘a bitch’. Then he started using other very disrespectful words to describe you baby, and at that point I had to punch him right in the face, because no one has to even dare to talk about you like that. He is actually lucky my Sectumsempra is not perfect yet, or he would’ve ended way worse. And then I added that little detail. I probably shouldn’t have done it, but I was furious. Do you want me to obliviate him ? I can do that if you want’
‘It’s fine, he needs some salt rubbed on his wounds’
‘Are you sure ?’
‘Yes, baby. And it’s nothing new, I'm sure the entire dorm hears me when you’re fucking me, I can't help it. Now come on my knight in bloody knuckles, let’s go to Madame Pomfrey to get those bruises checked’ you kiss him lightly before heading to the infirmary.
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An Mc who is warm
It’s cold down in the Devildom, why wouldn’t those closest to Mc use them as their very own portable heater?
☞ Established relationships, lots of words
Lucifer
Taking full advantage.
Steals Mc away on certain exhausting nights when the breeze is harsh. The scratching of branches raking the glass.
Loves to have you on his lap for maximum warmth.
Maybe, after he’s done with this pile, can you join him in bed?
Please take the offer. He won’t ask twice, but he really needs it.
When Mc finally agrees, after a bit of teasing, they’ll gladly snuggle in the eldest’s arms.
During the day, Lucifer makes it a point to have his hand on Mc whenever they see each other.
Whether it’s a holding theirs for a kiss, a hand on their shoulder, a hand in their hair, a hand on their cheek, etc.
Since he wears gloves, he finds it most effective to hug them briefly before leaving them to their activities.
Mammon
He’s grabsy
“My human!”
“Yoink!”
Mc is always stolen away by him at any. Given. Moment.
They’re never safe from his grasp.
Never.
Mammon’s hands are all over Mc!
In their hair, under their shirt massaging their back, on their cheeks, on their thighs, on their hips, whatever he feels like
He loves hugging Mc from behind
“Mmn, warm, warm for me.” He cooes
“Mams. I have to go.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Fym nuh uh?!”
Mc will not be leaving his grasp any time soon~
Leviathan
Wow! Humans are really warm!
“Mc, Mc! I hope this isn’t too much to ask but, can you…sit here, while I game tonight?”
Levi pointed at his lap, blushing furiously.
This is embarrassing, isn’t it?
Is it too much?
Is it too weird?!
He won’t worry too long though, it is pretty chilly tonight and Mc is down to cuddle <3
Loves feeling their hands on his cheeks, squeeze them a bit if you wanna~
Hisses softly whenever he feels their warm hands, always accompanied by a cute smile
Hides his face under Mc’s chin, having easy access to their collarbone
Prefers Mc touching him rather than him touching them most days
Lets him know he’s loved and that Mc wants to be there for him
In public, he’ll always be holding their hand
Satan
Kisses their palm whenever they go to touch his cheeks.
Feel free to use him as a chair, he absolutely loves the warmth and attention.
Pets Mc like a cat, playing with their hair.
“Just a second longer, dear,” he hums.
“You said that 30 minutes ago,” Mc grumbles, feeling stiff.
Satan laughs whenever you complain.
Doesn’t stop his arms snaking their way around your waist though.
“Good book, at least?” Mc looks at the book in Satan’s free hand.
“Very much so.” He grins.
Otherwise around in the Devildom, Satan always lends a hand for Mc to hold.
His hands get chilly easily~
Asmodeus
Y’all already know~
All over you, all the time!
I mean, who wouldn’t be down here?~
Your hands are easiest to access of course.
You have such nice hands to hold, hon~ <3
Loves it <33
Surprise hugs! Tight ones, might I add.
Humans sure are cuddly, I love it!!~
No moment together is spent apart by any means.
Hands, hair, hips, arms, cheek-to-cheek even!
You’ll never feel alone with Asmo around, that’s for sure!
Definitely gives Mammon a run for his money
Beelzebub
Best hugger around totally not biased
Loves when Mc is able to face him, that way he can feel their breath
A little reminder they’re alive
Besides, gives him easy kissing access which is also warm in temperature
Always at Mc’s side; they radiate heat in the cold, dark Devildom
Loves resting his hand on their stomach, it’s the second warmest part of their body!
Whenever they’re sitting on the couch, Beel makes it a point to get between Mc’s thighs
It is so incredibly warm
He doesn’t care that he gets stares, it’s too comfy not to do
Belphegor
His naps have transcended
He is blessed to have Mc down in the Devildom with him
Uses you more like a weighted blanket sometimes
Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles
Always slumps over Mc’s shoulder in public or when he’s too sleepy
Instant smile on his face, even if for a split second
“Belphie?”
“You’re warm.”
“…fine.”
Free head pats for being cute! That’s a win for Belphie!
His hands often travel
Maybe too much
This devious little shit
Diavolo
“Dearest Mc!”
Makes it a habit to ruffle your hair whenever he passes by.
You emit so much heat that he can feel it just by petting your scalp.
Humans are fascinating!
Whenever Mc gets to stay over at the castle, he adores resting his head on their lap.
Mc admits the slight bedhead he gets from it is adorable.
Big arms give big hugs!
Get hugged at the most unexpected moment, Mc! Hahaha!
Always catches Mc off guard (unlike with the brothers)
Barbatos
Busy man, unfortunately. Not many opportunities for him to appreciate your warmth.
However, when he does, his hands travel.
Skillfully removing his gloves desperately.
Your skin is soft under his.
“How about a massage, Mc?” He’ll offer.
Easiest way of feeling your warmth without too much creepiness.
Such a calming atmosphere.
How can one resist the temptation?
Simeon
It was difficult moving from the Celestial realm to the Devildom at first.
Until, of course, he met Mc.
Gloves on, gloves off, doesn’t matter.
Holds hands, hands in hair, hands on shoulder.
Seems to instinctively lean on Mc.
Mc found it weird but more endearing the closer they got.
Touches go both ways, Simeon giving way more access.
Surprisingly, having come somewhat recently from the Celestial realm, Mc also feels warm back.
A win-win situation!
Solomon
A little sappy to admit, but your warmth makes him feel so…human.
Reminds him of times he’d relax, longing for human interaction.
He’d gone so long without it, forgetting he was one himself.
Tears up when the thoughts get him late at night.
He’ll always have an arm wrapped around either your shoulder or waist.
Please keep close.
You give him so much just by being warm, his heart pounds.
No matter if his facade of being the all powerful wizard crumbles slightly, he’ll be human with you.
He is human with you.
Luke
Luke is clinging onto you everywhere!
Like a cute little koala
Holding onto your leg (if you’re tall enough)
Loves being carried by you (if you can), gets to snuggle real close
Holds your hand like a child being led by their parent
Reminds him of the warmth in the Celestial realm
Easily got close with you, no questions asked
Just a little bundle of joy!
Raphael
Despite not being seen around together often, Raphael makes an effort to offer his touch.
Being quite new and unfamiliar with the Devildom, he’s also unfamiliar with its coldness.
“Hello, Mc. I know this is an odd request, but may I hold your hand?”
If he absolutely needs it, he doesn’t see the problem with calling upon his heavenly spears.
Watch yourself, Mc.
Mephistopheles
Ah, Mc.
Whenever he sees you around, he enjoys the heat you radiate.
Oh, come closer. The students here are quite dangerous.
That’s a ploy.
He just wants contact. You’re very warm, you know?
Thirteen
Flamboyantly steals you away, as any great trickster would!
Never a quiet moment with her, whether it be her inventions or her rambles, you’ll love it
If not, she can take a hint
Touch, touch, touch! Blush, blush, blush! You are now her big fat crush!
Be honored, human, hahaha!
Can’t believe humans could be so warm!
A treasure to hold and keep!
Mine!
Often has to fight for it
Which is totally worth it when she wins
Don’t know the last three well, so yeah. Hope you enjoy. This took way longer than it should’ve.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#obey me luke#obey me raphael#obey me mephistopheles#obey me thirteen#obey me mc#obey me headcanons?#drabble#an mc who
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pregnant!reader and toji who can't stop eating her out cause he thinks she tastes so sweet now 🥺
just fell to my knees from thinking about this
18+ only content - mdni
I am going outside to dig my grave
tags: pregnant! fem reader + explicit smut
Warm hands slid under your dress as you bent over to pull the clothes from the dryer, fingers squeezed and gripped your ass then your hips as he pulled you back against his pelvis rocking against you.
"Yes? Can I help you with something?" You hummed knowing exactly where this was going to go, Toji sunk to his knees pressing his face against the soft globes of your ass and then to your belly bump.
He didn't say anything as his teeth caught the hem of your panties pulling them down to your thighs as his fingers deftly spread you open and his tongue lolled out to taste you slowly licking up and down only to end at your clit that he suckled on slowly.
Thick fingers dented the plush flesh of your hips as he pulled you back onto his face, his tongue traced the curves of your pussy as your fingers held the edge of the dryer feeling your legs knock together when his fingers slid inside you to join in making you moan his name.
Toji was a menace and he couldn't get enough of you, his tongue was fused to your pussy. "You taste so sweet, give me one more, be a good girl and cum for me." He'd always coax you into another orgasm.
Your hormones changed making you glow as you settled into your pregnancy with Toji who couldn't keep his hands to himself, before you ended up like this he was always on you but now you couldn't help but feel the same way, always tugging on his shirt with a pout.
Fucking him was your only thought a lot of the time it seemed, sinking down on his cock that never failed to stretch you out and make you feel so full to alleviate the permanent ache between your legs that only he could cure.
But no matter how bad you begged for him to finally make love to you Toji wanted to stay between your legs to treat your pussy like it was mouth-melting chocolate, his tongue was sinful as he swirled it against your clit and up and down making sure to keep you on edge.
He was well-versed in pussy eating and you were sure to take advantage of that as well, you knew that when he finally pulls away from your slicked cunt with a shiny mouth he was going to give you what you want, he enjoyed feeling you wrapped around him like hot silk.
"Can't get enough of how you darlin', I should keep you pregnant all the time," Toji teased as he settled between your legs when he caught you on the couch watching TV, you shucked your clothes in favor of giving your body no restrictions and it gave Toji full access to you.
His dark head between your thighs as you gripped the couch grinding down on his face, his nose sliding in between your pussylips as he laps at you like a starved man of something to drink and he was going to drink you like a tall glass of water until his thirst was quenched. "If you act like this then I don't care," You moaned.
Toji loved it when you tugged on his hair drowning him in your essence as you rode his face the best you could until you creamed in his mouth before he made love to you a few times that night.
It's worse when you wear any dresses around him and on the warmer days you do, the short ones around the house which is how you ended up on the edge of the bed and Toji slurping at your cunt moaning about good you tasted while palming his dick.
His tongue felt like it was permanently attached to you always sure to clean up the mess he made by kissing you and grabbing the back of your neck softly or your jaw knowing it would make you needy.
#💌incoming#tw: pregnancy#toji x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader smut#toji x you
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warnings: smut, reader is older than leon, fem dom (?), praises, stupid leon (cute), not proofread (sorry for any mistake!
a/n: we need to say it louder, leon has a sex appeal, he's so cutie like wanna eat him
It was all about a slight presumption, Leon thought. He believed helping his older hot neighbor would help him get into her pants.
Sure, the sex part was a detail, he spent a lot of time at your house instead of going on patrol with Jill, he enjoyed your company, you were beautiful, talented, kind, a deep intense voice, piercing gaze and presence, Leon really wanted to see you, he was amused by you.
He seemed nervous, carrying wine in his hands that were sweating nonstop, in a certain expectation. As soon as you saw the door open, his eyes flickered across your body, you smiled politely, said to Leon "It's so good to see you! Come in, ‘m doing our dinner" and he, like a puppy, followed you, smelling the delicious buttery smell.
You took the wine bottle from him, your fingers on his skin made him shiver. He caught his eyes on the cleavage of your black shirt, he stood awkwardly when you bent down to put the bottle away. His eyes fell on your back. The attraction was so automatic that he imagined you moaning his name.
Besides being smug, Leon also was perverted.
"Food smells nice" he said and then continued cordially "But I didn't want to give you any extra responsibility." You smiled, ignored his words and rubbed your index finger on your lip, smeared it with lipstick. You walked over, touched his jacket and offered "Let me take this off", he accepted.
Your scent was good, sweet and smoothly aphrodisiac, this left him dizzy, intoxicated. Leon seemed to want something from you, especially to sink his lips into yours. He kept his eyes on you, asked about your day, what you had done, what both of you were going to eat, he was always very attentive to you. You opened the wine bottle and poured it there on the kitchen counter. For some reason, Leon was overflowing with heat, he was hot, his cheeks painted red, might be the alcohol ‘he wondered. The wine disappeared in his mouth, his lightly red wine lips caught your attention.
"Day off today, right?"
"A-ah—” he bumbled in the words "Yes, no police station today." You giggled, leaving your wine glass on the kitchen counter.
You approached him hesitantly, touching his chest, coiling up your nails down the blue shirt he was wearing. Leon whimpered, he raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes and you kissed him, feeling the delicate alcoholic taste on his tongue. He rubbed against you, spoiled and needy, his bulge grinding against the fabric of your skirt. "What we have here..." Your voice whispered and Leon shivered, he felt your hand being directed directly to his pants.
You undid his belt, pulled down Leon's jeans, he asked flustered, hiccuping between the phrase "What... W-what you—". Then a smile made Leon's eyes widen nervously. "What a big boy you are, sweetie" his huge cock making your fingers disappear into the flesh. He groaned, moved his hips and desperately called you "Mommy!"
You slid your lips to his neck, then kissed his mouth, licked Leon's tongue while he grunted against you. Your fingers were speedy, moved deliciously on the tip of his dick, Leon didn't hold back moans. "I-I... Oh—fuck I really like the way your touching my— c-cock" he whimpered sloppily.
"You're so cute..." you kiss him, scratch his waist "Y-yeah?" Leon closes his eyes, touches your hips and grinds you against him "Such a goofy puppy, with a dumb big cock, so pretty."
So, you briefly pull away, lift your shirt and leave it resting on your breasts, leaving the hem of the skirt you wear exposing your panties. You took one of your fingers to your core, rubbed your finger over the fabric of the panties, and put the elastic aside. Leon moans, feeled your wet pussy against his cock, but doesn't let him put it in... You move "Open your eyes, Leon" and he obeys. He feels the wet folds of your pussy move slowly, the sound is slick and slippery.
"Your pussy is d-dripping" Leon laid his forehead against your neck. His hands seemed eagerly uncoordinated, he switched his fingers from your ass to breasts, licking your nipples. His cock rubbed against you so nice that Leon just wanted to bury himself in your spot, so stupid, that was all he thought about. "Wanna cum...! Wanna, wanna this so bad, please, please"
Hurriedly, he leveraged your body against him, your arms hugging him, encouraging him to still. Leon squeezed your skin, sinking his fingers and opening your cheeks ass, leaving your holes exposed, movements against your pussy becoming smeared.
"Fuck, you're so hot—" Leon yells unthinking 'want to milk this swollen clit of yours, mommy...!' and you continued sliding against him, your pussy very soaked, the cum making you even wetter. Then, Leon bit your shoulders, melted your body into his and the sticky sound of cum stopped on the floor, dirtying the entrance to your honeyed cunt. He kissed you, rubbed the tip of his nose on your neck, dizzy. And, despite his recent orgasm, his dick continued to throb between your legs.
"So... Do you want to finish this when dinner is over?
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy re2 remake#leon kennedy imagine
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you and the team go out to a bar to unwind after a case.
cw fem!bau!reader, alcohol consumption, r is drunk, flustered spencer, pining, fluff <3
You’re drunk.
If not that, then a little bit tipsy, at least.
You didn’t mean to drink this much tonight, but since you’re spending time with the team at a local bar after you had just finished a pretty intense case, well… you might as well take advantage of a distraction while you have one. A distraction which came in the form of alcohol.
“Why does he have to be so pretty?” you grumble as you slide into the booth with another drink in your hand.
JJ, Emily, and Penelope all glance at each other with knowing looks on their faces. They don’t need to be geniuses to know who you’re talking about.
Penelope nudges your shoulder, grinning. “You could just tell him, you know.”
Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “No way! I don’t want to make things awkward.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Emily scoffs.
You furrow your brows. “Why would I be kidding?”
JJ shakes her head, rolling her eyes playfully. “He’s in love with you. You know that, right?”
You choke on your drink. “I… I don’t know where you got that idea. That’s crazy. He’s not—He’s not in love with me!”
“Who isn’t?”
Speak of the devil. You groan and place your head in your hands. The girls laugh and Penelope pats your shoulder as they all leave.
“Good luck to you, my fair maiden.”
“I hate you guys.”
When you finally drop your hands into your lap, you find that Spencer is sitting across from you, a frown on his face. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I’m great, everything’s fine,” you mumble, beginning to slur your words a bit.
“How many drinks have you had tonight?”
You shrug. “Dunno. Five? And I had some shots with JJ,” you grin.
“Yeah, I think that’s enough for you,” Spencer says, reaching forward to take your glass.
“Stop being right all the time. It’s annoying,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you know what else is annoying?”
A small smile curves his lips. “What?”
“How pretty you are,” you pout.
Spencer’s eyes widen. “You—What did you just say?” he splutters, cheeks turning pink.
“You’re so pretty, Spence. God, I really don’t think I can take it anymore. And especially when you’re wearing your glasses—”
“You like my glasses?” he squeaks out.
You nod fervently. “Uh-huh. And don’t get me started on your hair, I just want to run my fingers through it—”
“I think I should take you home,” Spencer mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“But I don’t wanna go! Can I do one more shot?”
He huffs out a laugh as he slides out of the booth and makes his way over to you. “That would be a horrible idea.”
“Fine. But I’m only listening to you ‘cause you’re so pretty.”
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NAME : karasuno team , haikyuu!!
SONG : old love , yuji + putri dahlia
SUMMARY : the second years have been complaining about finding suitable jobs for themselves. so ukai says that everyone can take turns working at his store for experience in a retail job. who knew that someone would be coming daily? wc : 1.8k
y/n slipped her shoes on, putting their hat on their hat just above her eyebrows as she zipped up her jacket.
“can you get me that one ice cream!”
her brother yelled from his room, popping his head from his door to look at the girl who was about to leave the house.
“don’t get your brother that ice cream! eating ice cream this late will get you sick!”
“ma please!”
y/n left the house, shutting the door behind her as the last thing she heard was her brother pleading their mother for ice cream.
y/n originally was gonna go buy food from the convenience store a few streets down, but she took a small shortcut to it, finding a new convenience store she’s never seen before.
‘ohh maybe i should start going here..’
y/n thought in her head, walking inside the store as she looked at the cashier. he looked about her age, orange hair, doing his homework at the counter, there was also another one, a blonde wearing glasses while he pointed at the paper.
the orange haired boy looked up, hearing the door open and stood up from his chair and greeted the girl. the blonde boy just looked up, nodding his head at her.
“hello!”
“hi..”
y/n smiled at the boy, then put her head down, turning to look around the store to see if there’s that one ice cream her brother liked.
she lifted her hat up a little bit to gather food, holding it in her hands. she got an instant bowl of ramen, onigiri, ice cream for her and her brother and two drinks.
y/n went up to the counter, the boy was doing his homework while the blondie was stood up, pushing the smaller boy away from the front of the register.
“is that all for today?”
“yeah. thank you.”
y/n thanked, nodding her head as she opened her hand bag, trying to find her wallet. the blonde boy looked up at the girl’s hat, admiring her white hat, it was a brand he liked.
“nice hat.”
“thanks- how much?”
“2,910 yen.”
y/n handed him three thousand yen bills and waited for her change, her eyes trailing down to the smaller boy and his worksheet.
“the answer’s 7.”
she said, looking up at his face as he stared up at her in amazement.
“sorry-”
“really?! ha! she figured it out before you, stingyshima!”
“hah? what did you call me?”
“stingyshima! sorry, can you explain it to me?”
y/n blinked as the orange haired boy looked at the girl as the blonde haired boy glared at the small one, then started to bag her food.
"oh, sure. so-"
y/n explained it to him, the cashier placed her bag of food on the counter infront of her, looking between the two as he also started listening, understanding the problem.
"wahh! you're so smart! i'm shoyo hinata!"
"i'm y/n l/n, you are?"
y/n looked up at the other boy, who grumbled then introduced himself.
"kei tsukishima."
"it's nice to meet you-"
a buzzing was heard in y/n's pocket, y/n took it out, placing it against her ear.
"moshi moshi? sorry, it was really nice to meet you!"
y/n greeted the person in her phone, grabbing the bag and waving to tsukishima and hinata as hinata waved back excited, while tsukishima nodded at her. she exited the store, disappearing out of their sight.
"yeah, i'm coming. no i went to another store-"
-
the next day, it was practice, so the boys started changing in the club room, hinata was struggling to take his shirt off, tsukishima making fun of him as he laughed at pointed.
“hey hey! tsukishima, hinata, how was work?”
tanaka exclaimed, an arm over both of their shoulders once hinata finally took his shirt off.
“easy.”
“so good! we also saw this pretty girl- so pretty- hurts my soul.”
“well, there’s no one prettier than our goddess, kiyoko!”
“no dude..”
hinata said, then leaning in.
“she’s on par with kiyoko.. so pretty, i’m not joking!”
tanaka raised his eyebrow dramatically, tsukishima shrugging his arm off his shoulder and putting his shirt on. tanaka whipped his head to tsukishima.
“was the girl you saw… pretty?”
tanaka paused for a second, leaning into tsukishima closer so tsukishima got frightened, taking a step back.
“i don’t know?”
“ugh! you were probably going crazy, hinata!”
“what’s going on?”
nishinoya said, walking into the club room being a little late.
“can you believe that hinata thinks he saw a girl prettier than kiyoko?”
“what?!”
nishinoya exclaimed, dropping his bag and chasing hinata around the room until daichi grabbed them by the collars and forced them to run laps.
-
“no! bakayama- she was sooo pretty! tell me if you see her!”
hinata whined, standing infront of the counter which kageyama was behind. kageyama’s arms were crossed and hinata’s hand were on his hips.
“no.”
“whyyy?”
hinata glared, tsukishima walked up behind him after getting food from the store with yamaguchi, then hitting hinata on the back of the head then.
“ow!”
“let’s go, pipsqueak.”
that night, kageyama and sugawara were working together. coach ukai thought that kageyama would scare customers off, so sugawara could be a face that people could rely on.
“let’s work hard, kageyama!”
sugawara said determined, his fists in the air clenched in determination while kageyama matched him.
“hai.”
-
“get me this again?”
y/n’s brother asked, his hands clasped together as y/n narrowed her eyes at her brother.
“get it yourself.”
“nooo! come on, y/n!”
“you go!”
y/n turned around, starting to walk back to here room, then her brother called out in hurry,
“i’ll give you money-“
suddenly, y/n was infront if her brother, hand stretched out waiting.
-
y/n entered the shop, seeing only one person at the counter, a black haired boy who nodded his head at her.
‘like tsukishima?’
y/n thought, then turning to find the onigiri.
for some reason, they had moved it to the top shelf when literally yesterday night it was at the midsection. y/n grimaced, stretching her arm up to try a grab a hold of the onigiri. on her tippy toes, she reached high as she held the shelf near her head for balance.
‘who the hell put it so high-?’
then, a hand went up, grabbing the onigiri and being held infront of her. y/n went flat on her feet, following the arm to the person right behind her.
“is this the one you wanted?”
he asked politely, y/n blinked, then grabbing the onigiri out of his hands.
“oh yeah, thank you..”
‘is this the pretty girl hinata was talking about? she is pretty..’
the grey haired boy thought, smiling at y/n.
-
“she was wearing a black hoodie, a white hat- wait what’s the name.. tsukishima! what was the brand?!”
“(insert random brand).”
“yeah! and she had h/c coloured hair. so pretty!”
“shut up about that girl!”
“why are you so rude, bakayama!?”
-
"is there anything else you need help with?"
the grey haired boy asked, gesturing to the top shelves that y/n couldn't reach. y/n nervously smiled, covering her mouth in embarrassment.
"could you also, get the one next to it?"
y/n pointed up as the boy looked up, picking it and holding it for the girl.
"i'll bring these to the front counter."
he smiled, bowed and walked away as y/n quickly followed, placing her things down on the counter infront of the two boys.
"you scan everything and tell her the price after, kageyama."
the grey haired one muttered to the boy as 'kageyama' nodded quickly, sliding them to the other as he bagged everything. y/n didn't hear, looking around the store to avoid awkwardly stnaidng there and waiting.
"that'll be- 1,922 yen."
kageyama said stiffly, but y/n just nodded, picking money out of her wallet.
"see! you're a natural."
the grey haired boy whispered to kageyama, bumping his shoulder as kageyama was surprised, holding his shoulder as the other slid the bag infront of the girl as she handed kageyama two thousand yen bills.
y/n waited for a change, even though it only took a few seconds, y/n could swear she saw the black haired kid before, something was familiar about him.
"thank you."
y/n thanked, bowing and grabbing the bag and leaving the store.
"success!"
sugawara cheered, his hands in the air as kageyama nodded, lifting his arm slightly up to his chest.
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"so, so?! did you see her!?"
hinata exclaimed, jumping and his hands smacking down on kageyama's shoulders as tsukishima, yamaguchi, sugawara, tanaka walked into the gym, waiting for the rest of the team.
"ow! boke- hinata!"
"the h/c haired girl?"
sugawara questioned, bouncing a ball on the floor to warm up,
"yeah!"
"oh, yeah we did. you're right, she was pretty cute."
"see tanaka-senpai!?"
hinata shouted, pointing at his upperclassmen, still a little petty about getting a beating from nishinoya and tanaka.
"until i see her with my own two eyes, kiyoko is my queen."
tanaka argued, pointing at hinata and then turning and launching a ball in hinata's direction as the orange haired boy yelped, dodging and running from tanaka.
"good thing it's your shift today, with noya."
sugawara said, catching the back of tanaka's collar to stop him as the shaved haired boy choked.
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"and then suga said that hinata was right- and that she was cute! unbelievable!"
"what a traitor to our goddess kiyoko!"
the two were talking about the 'pretty girl' that sugawara and hinata kept talking about. the two kept talking, not hearing the front door open and two people came walking in.
"what are they on about?"
y/n's brother, tendou, asked, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.
"how am i supposed to know? c'mon satori."
y/n tugged her brother towards the ice cream section, him following behind her.
"wait shit customers came in"
nishinoya said, looking at the two who disappeared from their sight behind the aisles of food.
"shut up and act professional."
"you act professional- and you shut up!"
the two teenage boys argued with each other, then a bit later, hearing stuff being dumped on the counter, looking at the noise and seeing two people, a red haired boy and h/c coloured hair girl.
"hey, don't dump them on the counter.."
y/n murmured, hitting tendou on the arm as he winced, rubbing his arm.
"ow, that hurt y/n.."
"no way it did."
y/n and tendou conversed as tanaka and nishinoya started scanning the items, looking up a few times and then making eye contact with each other.
'shit, is that her?'
'they were right, she's so pretty..'
'are them two dating?'
they both thought as the same time as tanaka handed them their bag.
"4,958 yen- please.."
y/n turned her head towards tendou, as he looked back at her.
"pay asshole."
"i'm so nice to you and this is what i get?"
tendou rolled his eyes, placing money down on the counter.
"thank you- let's go."
"the change bro"
tendou left the store, bag in hand as y/n waited for the change. tanaka dropped the change into her hand, and then y/n smiled, bowing.
"thank you so much."
y/n turned, leaving the store and yelling at tendou. while tanaka and nishinoya turned to each other. nishinoya nearly silently said,
"shit, suga and shoyo were right.."
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima kei#kageyama tobio#hinata shoyo#sugawara koshi#fem!reader#karasuno#hinata x reader#kageyama x reader#sugawara x reader#tsukishima x reader
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a fluffy one about reader having really bad/intense periods and vinnie being a sweetie pie?
COMFORT
loveeee this, especially since i experience intense camps sometimes 🥲 hope you enjoy !!
pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings: cussing, mentions of menstruation/ blood, use of pet names, mentions of intense cramps, lmk if i missed anything !
summary: period pain is no joke, especially for you, luckily vinnie’s by your side every second to comfort you through it
you woke up this morning ready to start the day and be productive, all that energy came to an end when you went to the bathroom and saw the red spot right in the middle of your underwear.
sighing, you grabbed your phone and texted your boyfriend to bring you a clean pair while you did what you had to do.
after that day you were basically glued to your bed, hunched over in pain as you had a glass of water on your nightstand, paired with ibuprofen.
a heating pad laid snug against your stomach as you tried to ignore the pain and watch the movie that was playing on the tv.
this was your worst time ever, mainly because you could barely stand because of the immense cramps you’d get.
you’d always text vinnie to come by if he wasn’t busy. you felt bad for always needing him, you knew he had stuff to get done.
he told you it was always no big deal and that you come first before anything.
so, that’s the thought that popped into your head as you picked up your phone and texted your boyfriend.
when he finally got to your house, he called out for you, which he knew you wouldn’t respond or even meet him in the doorway.
“baby,” he whispered softly as he saw you smile at him with the heating pad on you. “how are you feeling?”
you’re wrapped up in loose blankets, wearing a sports bra and pajama shorts, wanting to be the most comfortable you can get.
you give vinnie the same small smile. “hurts,” you moan out of pain when you feel your lower stomach grumble.
vinnie kicks off his shoes and takes off his sweatshirt, being left with nothing but his tattooed chest on full display.
your smile grows wider as you scoot to give him room on the bed. vinnie gets in and pulls you so your legs entangle with his and your head is on his chest.
this is how you’re most comfortable; skin to skin with your boy as he soothes almost all your pain away.
“what are we watchin’?” he asks as he starts to lightly scratch at your scalp, making you softly hum.
“tangled.” you reply, looking up at him with a smile.
vinnie leans closer so your lips are mere inches from each other, he smiles against your lips before kissing you softly.
everything melted away when he was with you. no pain, no worries, just you and your boy against the world.
that all faded when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen strike, pulling away from vinnie and hissing at the feeling.
“need anything, my love?” his tone was so gentle, so caring you could cry right then and there.
you shook your head, not needing anything but the pain to go away completely.
vinnie hummed and kissed the top of your head. before you could reach for him he had slipped out of the bed.
about a minute later he came back with a pint of your favorite ice cream in hand with two spoons.
a playful smile plastered across his face as he handed you one of the spoons and helped you sit up a bit on the bed.
“how’d you know?” the question was dumb, of course he knew what would make you feel better for mere minutes.
vinnie opens the lid and scoops the ice cream before you. “you don’t think i know my girl?”
the question makes butterflies soar in your stomach even if you are in immense pain.
your hand places itself on his cheek before you carefully lean in to kiss him softly.
the two of you sat there for a bit as you ate the ice cream and watched the movie. after you both decided you were done, vinnie went to put the ice cream away and the spoons in the sink.
“fuck,”you mutter when you see the mess on the bed. “vin.” you whine out in pain again. vinnie’s in your room in a heartbeat.
his smile soon faded once he saw you standing up and looking at your bedsheets.
you had bled through your shorts.
tears started to well in your eyes as you clutched the heating pad to your stomach.
“hey, hey, look at me,” vinnie cupped your face gently, making you look at him. “you go in the bathroom and sit there, okay? i’ll throw these in the wash and get you clean clothes.” he informed before kissing your forehead.
you smiled as tears started to spill. “none of this,” he spoke softly as he wiped your dampened cheeks. “you’re okay, baby. just go in the bathroom and i’ll be there in a few.”
you padded softly to the bathroom as your boyfriend cleaned up your dirty bedsheets. you did what you had to do before you saw vinnie come into view.
“all good?” he asks as he crouches down so he’s eye level with you.
he doesn’t care about anything like the smell or what you tell him when he’s this close to you. he just wants to make sure you’re okay.
“vinnie it probably— i don’t care,” he cuts you off. “are you okay?”
you nod as you grab the clean clothes from him. vinnie leans up and kisses your cheek before going over to the bathroom door to give you space to change.
“see? all better. now let’s finish the movie, it’s getting good.” he says as you finish up.
you wash your hands and grab his hand in yours before making your way back to your room.
you get back into the position you were in, your head on his chest but this time he’s rubbing your back softly.
your eyes start to feel heavy as his hand continues to calmly rub your back. you look up at him with a sheepish smile.
“sleepy?” he asks quietly, to which you just nod. “get some rest, pretty girl. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
that was the last thing you heard before your eyes drifted shut and you nuzzled your head into his chest.
this was sooo cute ): i wish vinnie was real and taking care of me on my period 🙁 (ik he’s real but yk what i mean)
i hope you all liked this , and thank you nonie for the request again !! i hope it lived up to what you wanted <33
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Savior
Mizu x Fem!Reader
CW: N/A
WC: 1.3k+
A/N: Uses he/him pronouns for Mizu.
"Y/N, are you feeling any better?" my mother asked me.
"I-I should be fine," I sighed, sitting up.
"You should lay down, Y/N."
"I'm fine, mother."
"You're not fine. You were attacked today when you went out with your father."
"Father had it under control."
"Until he lost sight of you."
"I was fine," I said, remembering everything that happened earlier
My father and I were going to the market together to get some things that were needed for dinner tonight. I went with him because I wanted to get out of the house and do something with him. While we were out there, there was an ambush on the town and my father drew his sword, trying to defend me along with other people. But in the whole midst of the chaos, I was dragged off down an alley. I would have considered myself dead if someone didn't step in. All I really saw of them was they were wearing a Kasa, navy cloak, and had tinted glasses covering their eyes. I didn't even get to thank them. However, I did sustain a small stab wound on my arm from the guys being rough with me and I was trying to fight back.
"Your stab wound says otherwise, Y/N."
"I'm fine, mother. It was just a small stab wound. It's not anywhere serious either, just my arm."
"I know, but you're traumatized now. You might not want to go back outside.
"I won't let fear stop me from getting out of this house. Besides, I need to if I am going to find the person who saved me."
"They're either long gone or dead. You won't see them ever again."
"I may not, but that doesn't mean I won't try to find where he is. He saved my life. I owe him a thanks. He deserves it. Especially from you and father."
My mother let out a sigh, "You're not going to find him."
"I am still going to try."
"How? How are you going to try?"
"I don't know. But I definitely will."
A couple of days had gone since that incident happened. Afterwards, I was able to recover without any problems and I went back out into that town with my father. I started asking around if people have seen this mysterious man, but all of them have said they never saw him. One said that they did, but he hasn't returned since. He must be wandering or something, so it was going to be hard for me to find him. I wasn't going to give up that easily. Traveling with my father, we went from town to town, asking for him. Everything was the same: they haven't seen him since he was passing through.
This went on for months and I was slowly losing hope that he wasn't going to show. But one fateful trip to the town nearby, I was standing outside of a stall with my father as he was trying to argue with the person. Scanning the crowd, I found that same Kasa and navy blue cloak. Everything was falling into place, but I had to confirm it with the glasses.
"Tilt your head up," I whispered to myself. "Tilt your head."
Tilting his head up, I smiled and walked closer to the man. He started walking in the opposite direction, so I had to practically run after him. Reaching him, I raised my hand and covered his mouth, pulling him into an alley.
"W-What the? Get off me!" he shoved me off of him.
Grabbing the hilt of his sword, he was about to remove it, but once he saw who I was, he loosened his stance and stood up.
"S-Sorry," I said to him.
"I-It's you," he said.
"I-I'm sorry about that," I bowed slightly.
"N-No need to apologize."
"I just wanted to thank you for all that you have done."
"W-What did I do?"
"You saved me," I said.
"You were in need of help. If I didn't step in, you would have ended up in a worse position."
"And I thank you for it. You deserve gratitude."
"I--uhm--t-thank you."
"Please, follow me."
"W-Why?"
I straightened my stance and walked towards my father. Turning over my shoulder, I made sure he was following me. Since he was, I walked towards my father who was done arguing with the stall owner.
"Oh, there you are, Y/N. W-Who is that?"
"The man who helped me out that day," I said.
"Thank you, sir," he reached over and grabbed the man's hand, shaking it.
"Y-You're welcome," the man said.
"Please, we must know your name."
"Mizu, sir," he said.
"Mizu, we must bring you back to our place. To give you a proper thanks."
"N-No that won't be necessary."
"Of course it is. You saved my daughter. Her mother would want to thank you personally, too."
My father walked off and I followed behind him. Mizu was about to walk off, but I grabbed his hand, tugging him along. Reaching my house, my father slid open the door and my mother turned her head towards us.
"Who's your friend, Y/N?"
"This is Mizu. The man who helped me."
Mizu reached up and removed his Kasa, bowing.
"Nice to meet you," he said.
"Thank you for saving my daughter. Stay. We're just about to have dinner."
"I-I must be going," he straightened out his body. "I need to be on my way."
"Come on," my mother eyed him up and down. "You're very thin for a man. Did you not eat well when growing up?"
"K-Kind of. But I cannot ask of you to make anything for me."
"Please, we insist. If you're bound to go off somewhere, might as well eat and get some well needed rest."
"W-What now?"
"Have dinner with us and you're welcome to stay the night," my mother said. "Again, as a thanks for saving our daughter."
"A-Alright," Mizu said.
"Y/N, show Mizu to where the table is."
I nodded, "Let me take your cloak."
"A-Alright," he said and shrugged it off his shoulders, handing it to me.
Taking the cloak, I placed it near the fire so it would be warm for him. Heading towards the main room, he followed and sat down whenever we got to the table.
"So, Mizu, tell me about yourself."
"I don't think you want to know about me. You might find me a bit undesirable."
"Can I at least see your eyes?"
"I don't think that will be best."
"Why's that? I can already see the shape."
"Then you already know why I hide the color of my eyes."
There was silence as he turned away from me, avoiding my gaze.
"I bet they're beautiful."
"What?" he turned and faced me.
"Your eyes. I bet they're beautiful," I said.
"You don't even know what they look like."
"Do I need to know to say they're beautiful?"
"Yes," he said.
"I won't tell anyone."
"Not even your parents?"
"Not even them."
He let out a sigh, "Fine."
Reaching up, he removed his glasses and found my eyes. They were stark blue, like the ocean. Like ice. There was something captivating about those eyes. Maybe it was because I had never seen them before.
"Blue," I whispered.
"The eyes of an onryo," he sighed.
"I don't see the eyes of an onryo."
"Then what do you see?"
"The eyes of a person."
His eyes widened slightly. Turning away, he put his glasses back on.
"T-Thanks," he said. "U-Usually people say I am a demon. A monster."
"And you believed them?"
"Well, kind of after I've been called that for most of my life."
"They're wrong."
"About what?"
"Everything."
"You don't know one thing about me other than my name."
"That's fine by me. But I do want to get to know you better, Mizu."
He sighed, shaking his head, "You don't want to know anything about me."
"Why wouldn't I want to?"
"Reasons."
"But you were the one who saved me. I should at least get to know you in some ways more than just your name."
"Believe me when I say this, Y/N, it's better that you only know just my name."
"Why's that?"
"Because then you won't be tied to me in any shape or form. Less information is more."
"How does that work?"
"The less you know, the more you will know why."
I didn't understand it, but I had to take his word for it.
"Ok," I said.
"Thank you, again," he said.
"For?"
"Giving me hope."
I smiled, "I have to give my savior hope."
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Let The World Burn. - I.N. 3
In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.
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Part 1, 2, & 4 will be linked in the master list above!
Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!
Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.
Word Count: 2.1K
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Life went on as normal. Responsibilities, meetings, and building ties in court. It felt like every day was longer than the last.
Felix took some time off due to personal reasons, but now he was back in full service as your advisor and best friend. It felt great, but you couldn't help but feel distanced from the freckled man.
Bang Chan would always be there when you needed him, it's as if he had abandoned Joengin's side to be there for you. Anytime Felix left you at night to get drunk in his chambers, Chan would keep you company. Humanizing Jeongin in his own way. To you, the king was a ruthless ruler and husband, but to Chan, he was a clueless younger sibling. It was odd and incomprehensible.
One day, months after your wedding, much to your surprise, Jeongin was standing in the middle of your chambers. Dressed in his usual attire. A black suit, golden accents and chains. You have never seen him in casual wear outside of your consummation night. He's only ever seen you as a business partner.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is that a way to address your king?" He stands before you, authoritatively.
"This is how I address anyone who comes into my chambers uninvited." You stand tall as well. Not letting Jeongin make you feel small once again.
"Funny thing, you are staying in my soil, my palace. As far as I am concerned, these are my chambers." He says as he extends his arms in a show of bashfulness.
"As far as I know, this is my soil too. I am the queen. Have you forgotten that, your highness?" You say with a chuckle, almost finding his stance comedic. He hasn't talked to you in months. You'd accepted him as an acquaintance. Now he wants to come into your room to interrogate you, it seemed outrageous to you.
"That." He points at you, before he turns towards your window. "You always do that." His hands rest against the window seal, allowing his weight to rest on his shoulders.
"I am sorry my king, but I am afraid that I am not understanding what you are saying."
You frustrate him. He can’t quite put his feelings into words, but you keep him up at night. He pushes himself off the window in desperation.
"I am saying... That I do not understand how you can be so casual about everything. Despite it all, you stand tall, and stubborn. It truly gets under my skin." His voice slowly gets louder with every word. What he doesn’t say is that the way you switch from innocent and precious, to authoritative and ruthless in the blink of an eye astonishes him. It seems fake, it infuriates him.
"I apologize my king, but I am still clueless as to what is your agenda here."
"STOP!" You take a step back, surprised at his tone.
"You are scared! You are unsure! You are mad! You know how I know this? That’s because that’s what I am going through! I am going absolutely mad. Is this deal not breaking you down the same way it's breaking me?" He runs his hands through his hair, eyes wild.
"Jeongin..."
"How can you be so strong despite the circumstances? Why the hell are you always so happy and chirpy? The world is harsh, and I know that you are aware of that. I’ve seen you with your claws out." He grabs a glass from your table and fills it with the pitcher of wine next to it.
"If all hope dies, then why should I continue living?" You tilt your head while looking at him.
"That's what I mean! You are so foolish. The world isn't made of hope. This world is based on strength. Only the strongest survive." He takes the a swig from the glass of wine. “I don’t want to keep hearing your bullshit! You go on your little act of fairy godmother to the people and then you turn around and make commands in court, and if something doesn’t go your way, you throw a damn tantrum until you get your way. It never makes sense.”
"Sometimes the weakest people win from hope, When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose. Do not underestimate that my king. Also, do not make any assumptions on my character based on what you see in court, you do not know me. I am strong for the sake of my people, it is not an act." You say as you try to guide the wine glass down from his hand, but instead he gathers anger and throws the glass to the nearest wall, causing you to jump when it makes impact.
"How?" His eyes search the ground, at a loss, hoping to find some answers in his own brain. Now it made sense, the king had been drinking. You don’t know him enough to realize it at first, but now you can see. His hair out of place, his eyes glassy, and his usual calm and controlled demeanor is nowhere to be seen.
Feeling bold, you approach him, only a couple of inches away from his face. "Maybe I am foolish, but I would much rather be foolish and confident in a world of tyrants that think they know it all. The higher you stand, the bigger the fall. Do not forget that my king." You say as you leave him in your chambers.
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After seeing Jeongin in your room, you opted for your safe space, the garden.
Just as you were about to reach the doors leading you to the west side of the palace, you encounter one of your ladies, Rose.
You expected to just curtuoly nod at her, but the second she saw you, she stopped in her tracks. "Your highness." Is all she said.
"Rose?" You responded without turning around as you passed her.
"What are your intentions in court?"
"I am sorry?" You've always been kind to those of lower class, treating them as equals. However, as a princess, you learned very quickly when someone undermines you. Their tone is more aggressive, demanding, and authoritative. The only people that you allow to speak with you in such way, are your own parents, but that was when you were still a princess under their rule. As a queen, it would take pure imurdinance for someone to speak to you in such way.
Yet, Rose stands before you, with the imprudienty of no other.
"Stop acting clueless. You came here trying to stir up the diplomacy at court. We have a way of doing things here and you think you have a right to change them?”
You finally turn to her, "I have every right to change what I please. I am your queen.”
Rose lets out a humorless chuckle, "You may be the queen but you are not my queen."
You wondered if she was stupid or just insane.
Taken aback, you respond, "I beg your pardon?"
"Don't play coy, your mind games are getting to the king," that surprises you. "He won't shut up about you. Always ranting over your tantrums and schemes. You make him seem small and weak. A king does not listen to a woman."
"I am not just a woman, should I repeat myself? I am the queen. He has no choice but to listen to me if he means for this alliance to work. Either way, this is none of your concern. You are my lady, what right do you think you have in this manner?" You approach her, standing a foot away from her now. Although you stand tall and straight, she seems to match your energy. Proud and strong.
"I have a right, despite your beliefs. I am the king's mistress." It catches you off guard. Sure, you knew that Jeongin has never loved you, or even liked you, but you thought that he had enough respect for you as a royal to at least be faithful to you.
How foolish.
"Oh." Is all you can say.
"You may be the ruler of the country, but I am the ruler of his heart. your highness. He cares for you out of convenience, if you could even call it that. Just be aware, that I can see through you. You are a stranger in this court, and once I can get rid of you, you will be gone in the blink of an eye." She says with a smirk.
You raise your hand ready to strike her, but she stops your hand by holding your wrist mere inches away from her face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The king is rather protective over me. Be aware that he has told me that he will choose me before his rights as a first born, tread carefully queen YN." She throws your hand to the side and turns quickly to walk away.
At her words, you take a second to watch her walk away, "You as well, lady Rose."
~
You only told Felix about what happened with Rose. He tried to convince you to tell the king, but you knew he wouldn't be on your side, especially after seeing how bold his mistress was.
The word, mistress, hurt you. You should have expected it, but the glass in your world seemed to crack a bit more.
"YN, I just want you to be happy." The blonde haired man says to you.
"I know Felix, but realistically, can you see me happy here? The more I think about it, I'm going to live a life of misery next to Jeongin."
"You knew this YN." He is sitting on your bed, trying to console you.
"I don't know what I knew Felix. I thought I had something here. I thought I had pride, I thought I had dignity. Turns out, I am nothing. I am a queen by name. The king only agrees to my terms because he needs my troops. Otherwise, my country would be bare to the rest of the world. I truly don't know what to do." You sit next to him on your bed, tears streaming down your face.
"Hey hey," He holds your hand and looks into your eyes. "You are strong, you're a benevolent queen, you are respected, you do not need an immature king to acknowledge you." Felix wipes your tears away with his left hand, as his right hand hold yours. "You know I will always be here for you." In between sobs, you hold eye contact with your best friend.
Has he always been so handsome? So ethereal that his glossy eyes are enough to mesmerize you? His face, is kind, and beautiful, it's bewildering that you've never noticed that before.
If the king can have a lover, the thought of one crosses your mind.
"Felix?" Your face, inches away from his.
"Yes? Your highness?" You smile at his words, always so light hearted.
"Do you love me?" His heart stops before he could collect himself.
"Of course I do my queen." He says with no hesitation.
Your free hand reaches his face with affection, "No Felix. I am not asking you if you love me as a queen, but as a woman. You are loyal and handsome, maybe I am foolish to think that you may like me as anything other than a friend, but maybe I am feeling bold. Do you think we could be-"
Before you can finish your sentence, your chamber doors fly open.
"Where the hell is the new queen?" His voice booms through the room as if it was amplified.
You and Felix jump away from each other, the moment gone before it began.
You look towards the source of disruption, first with concern but the second your eyes lock with his, your harsh demeanor falls.
"Minho!" You shout as you run to the older mans arms, leaving Felix behind.
"Hey princess..." He whispers softly to you, "How's it been?" In response you only hold him tighter.
After collecting himself, Felix stands as well, "Isn't it rude to ignore your comrade?" He says with his arms crossed against his chest, feigning sadness.
Minho let's you go after a bit while rolling his eyes, "Yeah whatever yongbok, I missed you too."
He goes to give a hearty hug to Felix. "Nice to see you man."
"I've missed you."
Minho breaks the hug first, "Damn, it's been less than a year, why are the two of you acting so sad and proper?"
Both you and Felix look at each other before you respond, "It's been a hell of a year Min."
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AN: Okay only two chapters left unless I make it a really long one. This was supposed to be the long one, but I worked 60+ hours this week - i did my best :/
#stray kids#stray kids imagine#kpop imagine#stray kids x reader#bang Chan#lee know#changbin#seungmin#Hyunjin#Felix#Yongbok#Han Jisung#Jeongin#angst#fluff#fanfic#y/n#enemies to lovers#non idol au#mini series#skz#stray kids x reader angst#skz x reader fluff#skz x reader angst#royal au#royal!skz#prince jeongin#king jeongin#royalty#kingdom
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Valentino X Fem!Reader (To be Named)
A/N: my first Hazbin Hotel Fanfic! this is going to be multi chaptered! and definitely smut >:), but this part is more a small sneak peak into what I'm planning rather than an actual chapter. if you wanna request anything, go for it! Tags are going to get added progressively!
Warnings/Promises: Valentino, Manipulation, Drugs (his smoke/saliva), flirting, alcohol, smoking
Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Minors DNI 🚨🚔
Valentino is sitting comfortably on the leather seat in the booth of one of his many clubs throughout Hell. beside him are two demons, employees of his, Dia and Summer. the two girls sit on the pimps lap as he takes a long drap of his cigarette and blows out it's red smoke. the other two Vee's are sitting in the same booth, but don't pay very much attention.
You are at the bar, just another demon trying to make a living, without being put too much into the spotlight. you never wanted to be noticed by the Vee's, at least not more than necessary. yeah - just trying to survive. from time to time, you get out from the bar to bring out drinks to guests, giving them a friendly smile if they give you a tip.
as you're ordered to bring another round of drinks to the Vee's booth, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. you pick up the tray of glasses before you make your way over, already so self-conscious about yourself that you walk very stiff. you have never been the type of demon for revealing clothes, not even as you were alive. everything you own covered you good, and you always wear black, helping you blend in better - or so you thought.
as you put the glasses down, Vox regards you with a glance, and Velvette ignores you completely. relieved, you turn to leave, but then you notice the Moth Demons grin. it looks almost predatory.
you turn to leave, but your wrist is quickly grabbed by one of his hands, his skin is cool to the touch. he nearly purrs as he begins speaking. "Why don't you stay and join us, Cariño?"
you feel your face heat up, and you try to keep your voice from shaking as you answer the Overlord.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I have work to do. and besides, I'm not very fond of shar-.." your voice breaks, and you have to clear your throat before finishing your sentence, "... sharing."
you free your wrist from his grip, and hastily hurry away, into the safety of the bar. Fuck! you denied THE Valentino! for as much as you knew about him, he killed sinners for less! before panic could settle in, you take a deep breath and continue your work, trying to avoid any gazes towards the booth.
but Valentino wasn't going to give up this easily. he watches you from across the room, his eyes tracing your every movement. after a while, he stands up and with a flick of one of his wrists, gestures the two female demons to leave. he then saunters over to the bar, leaning against it casually. "Whats your poison?", he asks with a charming grin, letting his eyes roam over the array of bottles behind the counter.
as you look up from the glass you were cleaning, you freeze for a moment. no way he came here for you, right? ... Right??? you keep yourself calm and pretend not to give a single care in the world as you lower your gaze back to the glass, keeping your movements steady and casual, your voice calm as you respond.
"I'm a lightweight. a few glasses of a good Vodka Cola mix, and I'm done for. although," you tilt your head, lost in thought for a moment, your heart pounding against your chest in both fear and unwanted desire, "I've never had any hangovers. not even as I was alive. and I never have memory loss either. it's kinda cool." oh God, you have to stop telling so many details!! you're practically serving him your weaknesses on a silver platter!
The Moth Demon regards you a toothy smirk, his gold tooth reflecting the light off of it. "you have good taste, Cariño. I'll invite you on a couple of glasses.~", his voice is practically dripping with venomous honey.
you raise an eyebrow at him, but begin preparing two glasses with the mix. "you know, I'm still working my shift, so I'm not too keen on getting drunk just now." - "I know Conchita, don't worry your pretty little head about it.~" he leans forward on his elbows, his lower pair of arms resting on his hips as he grabs the glass you just finished pouring. the Overlord downs it in one gulp, before setting the glass down. as he notices your stare, he licks his lips seductively.
wait, is Valentino flirting with you?? Holy fuck. this is suuuuch a dangerous game you're playing. if you make a mistake, you're as good as dead. but at this point, you can't just stop. rather drunk at work than dead, right?...
"Right.", you say out loud, raising your own glass to your lips. you notice how his gaze lingers on you, he practically undresses you with his eyes alone. you catch yourself staring at his eyes with half lidded eyes, slowly downing your own glasses contents. May Lucifer help you, you're a lost cause...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this snipped, leave a comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, and I'll add you right away!~ and hey, if you got any name suggestions, please do tell! I'm all ears! :)
#valentino x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#valentino#valentino x you#hazbin valentino#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin vees#valentino x y/n#hazbin x reader#hazbin x you#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel x y/n
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Ok thinkin of that sampard superhero au i kinda mentioned way before so heres random words bout it cuz its in my head.
Gepard:
Gepard has a lot of prosthetics: his entire right arm and leg, his left foot, either his entire left arm or part of his arm im not sure.
He also has many metallic implants and synthetic organs: his right lung and part of his left, some of his ribs are metal on his right side. His right eye is a cybernetic implant, but looks like a 'normal' glass eye when inactive. His skull is reinforced with steal. Most of it is unknown to everyone but him/serval and lynx
(Likely due to a major incedent when younger: not entirely sure on it yet, but my thoughts is that due to his father's proclivity as a former police chief or current crooked attorney or something, a bomb was planted at their home. Lynx was young and approached it, gepard took the brunt of it to protect her when shoving her out of the way.)
His high tech cybernetics are extremely strong, all but his right arm are mistaken as real limbs (unless you get up close and personal and. Yknow. Tear into his cybernetics) his right arm generates ice and so it is much more visibly a cybernetic
His cybernetics are Extremely draining his body. They charge when he removes them at home, but they also draw power from his still existing/biological nervous system in order to properly send inputs through his nerves and be controlled by him properly. They are FUCKING HEAVY and he becomes exhausted if he wears them too long
Gepard, of course, constantly wears his cybernetics too long and sometimes collapses and falls unconcious under the weight of it
Much of his internal implants and cybernetics were funded by his father. Initially his father was desperate to save his 'only son' but once the full extent of his injuries became more clear, the father dismissed Gepard as a lost cause.
He still used gepard as a way to bolster his public image for a long time though.
Serval developed and created all of his advanced cybernetic attachments, including his eye
His eye operates as an analytical tool, allowing him to record visuals, enhance images, etcetc. As well as it sends live feed to a computer system lynx often operates. She usually communicates with him and assesses the state of his cybernetics while he's doing vigilante work.
Lynx has some burn scars as well
Gepard has no life outside of being a hero. He only really stops and puts on his everyday prosthetics when he pushes himself too far and serval forces him to rest. He lives in the apartment with serval above her workshop
Eventually gepard becomes very, very aware of how much serval is struggling. He tears up his cybernetics constantly and serval is draining her savings to get questionably legal supplies and materials to fix them. Not to mention he feels horrible for 'imposing' and living with her constantly since hes basically been sleeping on her couch for years
Serval argues against it but gepard eventually moves out and gets a night job at a gas station/convenience store. He doesnt stop or slow down with vigilantism though.
Gepards powers are largely super strength and enhanced reflexes. He manifests ice to create shields, barriers, and apprehend people. Serval modified his ice to also create a sort of frost shield around himself and others via touch. (Was an attempt to get gepard to protect himself more. He uses it for others but not himself though)
Hero name? Something like 'The Shield' or 'The Captain' and is given to him by journalists/fans. He doesnt pay attention to how hes seen by the public though
Gepard's 'costume' is extremely simple
Black leather with blue accents, his metallic arm, and a full coverage helment spmewhat like a motorcycle helmet. Its not flashy but people obsess over how 'mysterious' he is
Sampo:
Gepard's 'arch enemy'. One of a number of villains in Belobog that have powers and is absolutely the most elusive one
Is known as 'The Fool'. At one point newspapers kept calling him 'The Tall, Dark, Handsome Blue Magician' for a good couple weeks. No one knows how this kept slippin in right after editing and proofreading. Hes sometimes called 'The Magician' now though
Hes extremely flashy, dressed up like an over the top magician in purples and blues and golds, a checkered domino mask that makes his eyes white and a fucking top hat with feathers on it. the feathers change every time hes seen.
Hes the only current major villain in the city that has never been fully apprehended at any point. He lets himself get handcuffed sometimes or even led into police cars but he always vanishes at some point. Lets gepard get closer than anyone else
His powers are (assumed) to be teleportation, enhanced speed and reflexes, creating illusions, clairvoyance, conjuring objects, persuasion, etc. A lot is speculated due to his illusions
The reality of his powers is. Kinda fucked up. Hes extraordinarily powerful and capable of altering peoples minds and perceptions. He could to an extent make peopel do what he wants and feel certain ways, make them see things, only when he is present/can see the person. He rarely alters peoples minds or makes them do things though because thatd be too easy and really boring.
Some people are inherently more difficult to manipulate/influence to do things, though. Likely to do with mental fortitude and self confidence and how assured people are with themselves.
Sampo is completely incapable of making gepard do or feel things. He doesnt know why and is extremely intrigued by it. (Its the cybernetics.)
Sampos motives for anything he does are... unknown. Sometimes he interferes with other supervillains' exploits, sometimes he trashes cop cars and fills them with paper cranes, sometimes he steals from banks without ever being seen, other times he creates entire complex and showy museum heists without stealing a thing.
(A lot of what he steals actually ends up at nat's clinic, anonymously donated to orphanages or hospitals in the rough parts of Belobog. He volunteers in costume at a few senior homes sometimes and its become so normal no one there blinks an eye anymore or questions when hes bloody)
He has, absolutely, killed before. He has his own moral system, but its not obvious to general people. He never kills or hurts people if he isnt attacked first, but he isnt afraid to kill those he sees as corrupt or immoral, whether cops or other criminals.
Its assumed he heals quicker too, but its not true: he goes to Natasha
Natasha runs a clinic as well as Wildfire, which sampo is a very valuable informant to. Wildfire is an underground organization that essentially acts as the authorities in the Underground of belobog in place of cops.
Natasha doesnt exactly have the ability to heal. Rather, she can accelerate the condition of someones wounds: if she tends to someone first, her power will often heal them. Otherwise she can accelerate infections and cause death. If shes not careful she can make people bleed out in seconds.
Sampo is a conman still outside of being a villain. He carries out scams, forgery, etcetc. He leaves the more flashy and daring things to when hes under a mask
Most of it is that he is just... seeking out some thrills. But he also helps Nat and the people of the underworld, isnt afraid to target people and corporations ruthlessly. A lot of it is selfish, though. Hes quick to put on the mask and track down people whove wronged him
#superhero au#sampard#honkai star rail#in the bones#do i tag anything??? idk#i like the idea of sampo being extremely fucking powerful but not actin on his powers#cuz itd be too easy n thats boring. sure he could make most people jus do what he wants but whats the fun in that
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Pile of misfortunes
Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader
Genre: fluff
Words: 1200
Note: This is my 50th post, so there comes a new character! I usually write for Abby but this seemed suitable for Ellie. I warn you she's kinda awkward in this (maybe the whole story is).
Living in Jackson wasn’t exactly a dream come true, but considering the apocalypse outside the walls it was peaceful and enjoyable. Everyone had their respective roles and found their purpose, a contribution to the community. You were no different, finding your skill in baking and cooking edible goods and sweet deserts. It wasn’t the most exciting nor important role, but it was yours and you were happy to be active part of the society. It meant you spent half of almost every day in the humid kitchen and giving out servings, but at least it connected you to people in your commune. Everyone knew your name and to your luck most of them liked you.
One of those who liked you even more was Ellie. She has lived there with Joel for some time now, growing up into a skilled woman with Tommy who thought her how to shoot every gun under the sun while Joel sharpened her skills of stealth and camouflage. Maybe that’s why you never noticed her, she was just too good at blending with the crowd. It sure wasn’t the fact she turned away every time she caught herself staring at you or how she left immediately after eating her lunch in fear of somehow embarrassing herself in front of you. Over time she built her own group of friends around Jackson and could only wish for you to one day become one of them.
That’s what had her staring at you dancing in the middle of the makeshift floor under the big marquee as the community celebrated the start of spring. It sure wasn’t the short skirt you decided to wear that elegantly flew around your legs when you moved, or your golden hair shimmering in the last rays of the setting sun. With a face flushed red she couldn’t tear her eyes away from your moving form, not realizing her ogling of you has been spotted.
“You love her, don’t you?” Dina asks her best friend, setting her glass on the bar table.
“Is it that obvious?” Ellie counters desperately, hardly tearing her sight away from you.
“You should do something about it.” Dina encourages her, not being able to look at her so helplessly in love anymore.
“…I don’t even know if she likes girls.” Ellie answers after a minute finally snapping her eyes to her friend instead of you.
“Well I do.” Dina triumphantly declares with a meaningful smirk. “And she does. A lot.”
Ellie had hardly spoken with you along the last couple months but she was completely smothered with you. She was just finding excuses not to have to talk to you and face your rejection, maybe just admiring you from afar was the safest option. Yet if she keeps doing it like that, you’ll catch her sooner or later and think she’s some type of creep spying on you. So maybe it’s best to do it fast, like a band aid.
“Maybe I should.” She decides then and there, saying it out loud so she can’t back out this time.
“Go for it!” Dina pushes her forward to finally get her to some action.
But as Ellie nears you on the other side of the tent, she sees you arguing with one of the older men in the commute. She feels like she remembers him from the leaders’ meetings, but isn’t sure which one it is exactly. He clearly tells you something offending because you curl in on yourself and quickly leave the party before she can even get to you. He goes the other way satisfied with himself and once again Ellie is lost in what to do.
“Go find her.” Suddenly Dina nudges her again, seeing as she wasn’t very successful.
They both find you outside a couple streets to the east, sitting on a bench hidden under an oak tree and crying. It’s a sight Ellie would never wish to see again, so used to your cheerful and bubbly personality she didn’t think you even had the ability to cry. Besides, who would want to make cry someone so wonderful like you? That should be a crime in its own.
“She’s crying, what do I do?” Ellie whispers like a lost puppy.
“Go comfort her.” How was that not obvious Dina didn’t know, maybe the love made Ellie’s brain overgrow with fungus.
“How do I do that?” Ellie asks again earning a loud facepalm from Dina.
“Start with hugs.” She recommends.
“With what?” Ellie yelps loudly.
“Hugs. You know? When you hug someone to make them feel better…” Dina starts overexplaining.
“Okay, okay. I will.” Ellie agrees to get her to stop mocking her and finally makes her way over to you.
Your bench is cold in the evening air and you sit there like a pile of misfortunes, wiping your nose and tear stained cheeks with the long sleeve of your colorful sweater. You didn’t expect to be unhappy tonight, much less to be insulted for your cooking skills, your mother’s recipe at that. Everyone always loved the pie she used to make and you got confident over time in making it yourself as a remembrance of her, so why did someone wait till now to tell you they didn’t like it?
“Hey.” Ellie shows up scaring you a little bit. “You okay?”
“Oh, hey. Yea, I’m fine. Just a little out of it, that’s all.” You smile at her through your tear-stained face even though the smile doesn’t reach your saddened eyes at all.
“Do you, ugh, want a hug?” Ellie offers sitting at the bench next to you.
“Sure.” Shrugging your shoulders, your smile is genuine this time.
“What happened?” she asks carefully not wanting to scare you away like a magnificent bird or a fragile butterfly.
“Rowan said he didn’t like my pie. That it wasn’t good…” but considering your reaction it was clear he used much harsher language. “And that maybe I should give up baking altogether.”
“Nonsense. Your pie is great! And so is everything else you make.” Ellie is fast to deny any of such accusations. “Didn’t you say it was a recipe from your mom? She made it with love and so do you.”
“Yeah… yeah it is.” You were surprised Ellie remembered such details from conversations you held months ago.
“Who cares what one old dude thinks. If you weren’t good they wouldn’t have placed you in the kitchen for Sunday lunches.” She assures you. “I always enjoy your food the most.”
“Thank you.” You actually felt better now, feeling a weight lifted off your chest.
“I will gladly eat his portion anytime.” Ellie makes you laugh with her antics.
Behind your back Ellie sends Dina a thumbs up and her friend returns the gesture as she sees you clinging onto Ellie’s shirt. She knew Ellie had it in her to finally get close to you, just a few more days like this and she’ll actually get her to ask you out. That is, if you don’t get to it first, because you also had some unmissable admiration for Ellie and if she wasn’t so blinded by her obsession with you she would have seen it too.
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie x fem reader#the last of us part 2#the last of us#tlou#tlou2#ellie williams x you#tlou ellie#ellie williams fluff
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knife + blood play with nerdy!anakin <3
NSFW -18 DNI
warnings : knife play, blood play, spit, oral (f!recieving) i think that’s all
word count: 2.8k & not proofread!
summary: anakin was really nervous to tell you about this thing he wanted to try with you, to know you like no one else knows you :D or whatever
for davina and his big brain contributions <33
gif by @delicatereader
when anakin first brought it up to you you could see his hands shaking as he started to talk. he can be a pretty nervous guy but when he sat you down to tell you about this he seemed more flustered than ever. he keeps flicking his eyes in the opposite direction and messing with his glasses as he begins to speak.
"so,, uh. theres this thing. that i've been wanting to try, with you, for um a while," he says and takes a deep breath, waiting for a response.
"like a sex thing? why are you so nervous, ani? you can tell me." you ask and try to soothe his nerves.
"yeah, like a sex thing. i want to cut you. i'd-be-so-careful-i-swear-and-i-dont-want-to-make-you-uncomfortable-if-this-is-too-much-tell-me-no-right-now," he spits out.
you break out into a grin. you never thought your nerdy-vanilla-seeming boyfriend would be into anything outside of the small dip into choking and degrading you'd tried with him. you nod for him to keep talking, eager to see what else he'll tell you.
"i just want..to carve my initials in you or leave little cuts all over your body to remind you of me. i want to see you bleed, but its in a way that'll turn me on and hopefully, turn you on? i want you to trust me to hurt you, hold a knife to your skin and trust me to go just as deep as i should. you know?" he says with the very last part dropping to a gravelly whisper inches away from your face. "and i-i want you to cut me too. if you want to," he continues as he leans in, making his lips rest just a centimeter or two away from your own.
his face is flushed and you can see the desperation in his eyes as he waits for you to say something.
"i think i'd like that too, ani. i want to be yours any way i can," you say as your lips ghost against his. with a small nod he closes the short distance between your mouths and presses his lips against yours while his left hand finds its way to the back of your head. he feels so happy that you seem to understand him and this want that he's never disclosed to any one else. he kisses you for as long as you'll let him, his soft lips touching yours over and over until you need a break to breathe. hes cradling your face in his hands when he pulls away and says "not tonight, obviously. but when? when do you want to? i'm so excited, honestly. i was scared youd freak out or tell me its weird."
"maybe a little weird but i like it too, i think. how about just next time we have sex, yeah? probably the day after tomorrow, friday?" he grins and nods, the rest of the night goes as normal and so does the next day.
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its friday evening, around 6, you've put on ani's favorite set, its black so blood shouldn't really stain it, which is something you took into consideration just incase. you're not entire unsure about whats going to happen but your heart races anyway as you sit on the bed and wait for anakin to give his attention to you. it seems that at some point within the last two days he's acquired the knife hed like to use-nothing super intimidating. just a single sided blade that's pretty short as far as knives ago, 4-5 inches with a dark blue handle. he's already explained that its never been used for anything else, never will be, and is sharp so any wounds heal nicely.
"will you lay down for me, pretty? 'm not gonna do anything without asking you first, promise.'
as you move yourself back on the bed to lie down he continues, "so, um, i practiced on myself first just to know how hard i can press, how hard i should press, to get the results we? want."
he’s wearing a light blue button down and khakis, his sleeves are rolled up and his glasses are sat promptly on the bridge of his nose. he seems much less nervous about the actual act than he was about telling you—which is reassuring. he sets the knife on the nightstand and pulls you into a kiss where his hands tenderly hold your face.
when he lets go, you lean back onto the bed and spread your legs a little without being asked. he picks up the knife again and tilts his head to the side as he looks at it and back at you to see your reaction.
“just the flat side for now, baby,” he says softly as he presses the dull edge of the instrument against the flesh of your calf before dragging it further up your body. it traces the contour of your thigh up to your stomach and waist where he crosses to the other side of you. you’re breathing is shaking even though there’s little to no chance of being hurt but the cool metal is still doing something for you.
he continues his movements on the other side of your body—working his way down over your hip and onto your thigh, doing a light circle with the point before continuing to the flesh of your calf where he presses a little harder with the still flat edge. the teasing has caused goosebumps on your arms and you’ve never seen anakin so enthralled by something so small.
he smiles as you arch your back up into its touch as it returns to your lower abdomen, right above your bikini line. he shifts the angle of the knife so the point is ever so slightly scratching against your skin as he moves it. you can feel the tip dragging across your skin, leaving the tiniest sting behind as it scratches the surface.
“am i allowed to cut you wherever, honey? you going to let me slice you up wherever i please?”
you nod but anakin waits—stilling his movements completely as he waits for a verbal response. “i’m sorry, i mean yes. wherever you want, ani.”
he hums in approval and slowly turns the knife over so the sharp edge is against the skin of your hip. he moves slowly and lightly in a straight line no longer than 2 inches. you feel the sting after he’s taken the blade off of you and find you really like it. anakin studies your face to gauge your reaction, pleased when he sees you watching him intently and chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for it again. tiny drops of blood rise to the surface of the cut and he presses the metal against you again.
another calculated and precise wound is created by your boyfriend, this time about a centimeter above the last and a little longer. it’s no deeper than the last but blood is already flowing to the previous cut so it bleeds faster. you whine and look at anakin with eyes that say don’t stop.
he smears the blood droplets on your skin, making it coat the metal and form a thin layer on your flesh. “wouldn’t wanna neglect the other side would we?”
he moves to the other side of the bed and cuts two relatively quick vertical lines into where your hip bone would be. they’re still very shallow but bleed the same droplets as the other side. the air stings the new wounds and it hurts even more when anakin wipes the blood away with his thumb before promptly sucking the remnants off while he makes eye contact with you. you’re sure his hands are clean or else he wouldn’t have touched them and the sight immediately has heat radiating from your core.
“mmm. taste good, baby. wasn’t gonna do that but i couldn’t help myself…gonna move up to your pretty tits now, cut those up too.”
he does what he says, dragging the knife up your side in a long line. you expect to feel a sting from the breaking of skin but it seems he’s turned the knife over again to the flat edge. you can see how hard anakin is through his pants and desperately want to touch him but choose to lie still.
as the knife reaches the sensitive flesh of your breasts he slowly turns the knife over again while the point presses into you—you feel stinging again as you realize he’s punctured your skin with the tip. “sit up,” he says. he undoes the clasp on your bra with ease and tosses it to the floor.
anakin decides little nicks from his knife across your chest would be a beautiful sight and gets to work creating them. each one is no longer than an inch and exudes blood in a thin line. he makes one..two…three..four on each side—one after another—carefully. your heart is pounding and you’re trying to stay still so as not to interrupt him or make him make a mistake with the sharp object.
the tiny amount of blood on each side is calling to anakin and he doesn’t stop himself when he gets the urge to lick at your bleeding chest. it’s not something you’d discussed and you probably should be worried about bacteria or something but at the moment all you’re worried about is focusing on the sensation of anakin’s tongue laving across the cuts.
however, anakin has already thought about that and has a few gauze pads ready in his pocket so as to not let his saliva sit around the wound any longer than he intends for it to. he’ll clean it properly for you afterwards. he wipes away any remaining wetness from his mouth and looks at you for approval although a moan escaped your lips during the endeavor.
you’re squeezing your legs together as the wetness between your legs grows more noticeable and torturous to ignore. anakin senses your growing impatience and peppers kisses across your throat and upper chest before reassuring you that you’ll get what you want. “just a few more, angel. your pretty thighs now..spread your legs a little for me.”
you spread your legs as instructed and gasp in surprise when you feel the snap of the fabric around your waist. anakin had slid the blade under the waistband without you noticing and took it upon himself to cut half of your matching set right off of you.
the delicate cuts anakin covers your thighs with leave stinging patches in their wake. they’re deeper than the others and hurt more yet send waves of pleasure through you. he’s created two patches of 5 cuts on your left thigh and is moving to the other side. he repeats his actions, creating a mirror image of your left thigh onto your right. you hiss in pain when anakin puts the knife down and drags two of his fingers across the wounds on the left side—once again he sucks his fingers clean of the liquid in front of you and groans at the taste. just when you think it can’t get any hotter he’s getting on the bed and pushing your knees towards your chest while he hooks his arms underneath of them.
with one side of your underwear cut he drags the other side off your body in a second. his thumb finds your slit as his mouth finds the burning sensation on your right thigh where he sucks and soothes the cuts with his tongue. he repeats this over every area of your thighs he’s hurt. he’s so hard it hurts and he can’t help but grind against the bed as he hears your whimpers and whispers of his name. the metallic taste lingers in his mouth and he’s sure his spit is tinged red. “sit up,” he tells you and you do.
you watch as anakin gathers the blood affected saliva in his mouth and spits it onto your pussy; spreading it with his thumb and smiling when you groan and fall back into the pillows. it’s so dirty in a way but no one else knows you like this—no one else will know the taste of your pussy mixed with a hint of your blood.
his hands are holding the back of your thighs as he licks through your folds for the first time. “so wet, honey. you do like this.”
words have left your brain for pretty much the entire experience and usually anakin would try to force some out of you but in this moment he’s just happy you’re enjoying yourself in the context he’s created. you can do nothing but whine in response and jerk your hips towards his mouth again.
he wastes no time before diving back into your slick cunt. his tongue finds your clit and works in slow circles massaging it with the muscle. every once in a while he slides his tongue down your sex and dips into your dripping hole. he gathers and swallows as much of it as he can each time—loving how you taste and the mess you’re making for him. he’s fallen into a rhythm of alternating between the two that has your thighs shaking in his grip. he holds them firmly apart for you and continues exactly as he has been since you’re responding well to it. the predictable movements drive you closer and closer to the edge. his tongue makes contact with as many sensitive nerve endings as it can as he eats you like he’ll never get to again.
he’s relishing in your taste and moaning into you, creating another sensation. anakin thinks he would stay there forever if he could as he says something nearly unintelligible against you. “so good” is all you manage to catch of the muffled sound as your heartbeat pounds in your ears.
soon you’re panting his name and letting a string of curses fall from your lips. “fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuck. oh my god,” you whine as his tongue enters you. it softly touches your walls and is accompanied by anakin’s nose brushing against your clit. without warning he moves his mouth back to your clit completely and slips two fingers in with ease. he reaches deep inside of you and hooks his fingers against the spot he knows you like so much. he’s lapping at your bud and sucking it into his mouth in even increments now. the muscles in your abdomen tense as your orgasm threatens to hit you.
“ani. ‘m close. gonna cum.”
he nods in encouragement and moves his fingers a little faster inside you; stroking your walls with expertise while his tongue pulls you apart at the seams. the knot in your stomach tightens until it snaps and anakin cums right in his pants at the delicious moans escaping your lips as he works you through your high with a groan.
he works his tongue and fingers until you’re grabbing at his arm to get him to stop and tugging on his hair to get him to remove his tongue from its antics. your slick coats his chin and lips as he looks up at you through his fogged up glasses he never got the chance to take off. your face warms as he looks at you with a huge smile. he soothingly runs his hands up and down the back of your legs for a few moments before speaking.
“so i actually.. finished during that. i need to go change and then i need to clean you up too. stay right there, honey.”
you close your eyes to rest for a bit before he comes back to help you—hearing clothing shuffling to the floor and the bathroom door open and close twice. he’s returned without a shirt and a pair of black shorts hanging quite low on his hips, a small tube of ointment in his hand as he touches your arm and walks you to the bathroom with unstable legs. he has you sit on the edge of the bathtub and returns with a slightly soapy washcloth he uses to gently clean the marks he’s left behind and then rinse them with clean water. he applies antibiotic ointment to them but ultimately decides to leave them uncovered as they’re so minor—except the ones on your thighs that he covers with a dressing and tape.
“i can get you off again..if you want. i just wanted to clean those up.”
“no, ani. i’m tired. will you get me clothes and lay with me?”
he kisses you and then your forehead before you both return to the bedroom where anakin picks clothes out for you lays on the bed waiting for you as you get dressed. he holds you and plays with your hair until he decides it’s time to make dinner for his very very good girl!
#hayden christensen smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker smut#hayden christensen x reader#stephen glass smut#stephen glass x reader#blood play#knife play#tw blood#cam writes ᡣ𐭩#modern au
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Staring Content - Angela Giarratana
After you heard about the staring content you wasn't sure if they were kidding or not. But as you sat behind the camera and watched them you knew you weren't kidding. Well, you kind of figured last night too. Angela, your wife, had totally forgot about it until you brought it up at bed time.
Last night
You sat in bed, all ready for bed with your book and reading glasses in hand. Angela was coming out of the bathroom connected to your bedroom while applying some night cream to her face. She was humming softly and a small smile immediately came to your face. Without taking your eyes off your book you pulled the duvet next to you to the side, making it ready for her. Angela took off her slippers and removed her hoodie, only in a sports bra and some female boxers. Now it got hard to continue looking at your book. She stretched her arms over her head with a soft sigh. You looked over at her with a smile. Angela stopped in her tracks and smiled before turning her head to you and smiled, "hey baby," she said softly. As much as people told her and you, that she was too loud, you both knew it wasn't ALWAYS true. As of now. She walked over to you, taking her glasses off as she snuggled in next to you, only her toes under the duvet. You kissed her forehead softly, making her hum. You turned back to your book before speaking up, "Ready for tomorrow?" you asked. The duvet was now over her as she was laying down and you still sitting, but that didn't last long. "What do you mean?" "The staring content," you said, turning to her. By the look on her eyes you knew she had forgot, "Angela," you sighed, chuckling softly. "Damn it!" She huffed, covering her eyes. "I promise you, Amanda has practiced like a week," "No, love," You placed you book to the side, you glasses following right after. You lied down next to her on your side. "You'll do great, and it's not that bad that you forgot. Everyone does that! It's not like you have to have something prepa-" "Practice with me," Angela interrupted, "What?" She cupped your cheeks with both her hands. "Please, I'll go down on yo-" You covered her mouth laughing, "I'll practice with you, but not because i want you to go dow-" "Can I still go do-" "Yes," You laughed.
At the current moment
You sat chuckling to yourself at your chaotic friends and wife. Now they started just having eye contact without laughing. "Oh damn," You whispered, knowing your wife was fucked. But as soon as it started she did extremely well. "Angela goes to a different place," You heard Shayne. "She goes somewhere dark," Chance said laughing. She still wasn't breaking. You were honestly impressed, and thought you would test it later that night...
Later that night you were in the position you were earlier, well almost. Angela was on her way to bed but you were nowhere to be seen. "Y/N?" She spoke, worry lacing the sound of your name. As she saw your phone on the bed she couldn't help but feel even more worried. "Y/N!" She said a little louder. "Baby, are yo-" "I'm right here," You said softly, leaning against the open door. You locked eyes with her, lust in your eyes as well as the dark red lingerie you're wearing. You knew it was Angela’s favourite. Her mouth started to water as she laughed a little, "you scared me," She said, walking towards you. You did the same, grabbing her hands and kissing them, before turning her around and pinning her arms above her head against the wall. She lost her breath looking you up and down. "What has gotten into you?" She asked, her face red. "I feel so undressed," She mumbled, looking away. You grabbed her face with one hand, the other hand still holding hers up. "Don't say that, Angela. You're beautiful with whatever you're wearing, fully clothes or naked, slumped or formal. You'll always be my beautiful girl," She smiled widely, "I love you y/n but what is this?" You smiled and picked her up, she squealed, hugging you tightly. "Y/N!" She laughed, "tell meeeeeeeeeee!"
You laid her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. She hummed into it, pulling you closer. "Today," you started, pulling away and straddling her. "at the live stream, you were really hard to break," "Oh God," she mumbled. "Hush, he's not with us right now, it's just you and me," She laughed, you smiled. "Anyway, I wanted to test it. But not with laughing. Cause we both know you can't hold yourself because I'm so hilarious," "Shut up," She chuckled, hitting your arm. "So, if I, do this..." You took your hand under your shirt. She bit her lip, looking up at you. "I want you to be completely silent, when I go down on you. If you make a noise, I pull away," You smirked. She groaned, "Y/N!" She knew she was in for a long night.
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