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pucksandpower · 4 months

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Burn for You

Max Verstappen x Perez!Reader

Summary: you promised your brother to save yourself for marriage, but Max shows you that some promises are meant to be broken (and some rings are meant to be taken off)

Warnings: 18+ content and purity culture

You’re lying in bed, propped up against the headboard, waiting for Max to join you. He comes into the bedroom fresh from his shower, hair still damp.

“Hey, liefje,” he says, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

You smile up at him. “Hey, yourself.”

He settles onto the bed next to you, and you automatically shift closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm comes up around you. You let out a contented sigh, perfectly comfortable in his embrace.

You’ve been dating Max for over a year now, ever since you met when you decided to travel with your brother for a season. You clicked immediately and have been inseparable ever since.

Moving in together was the obvious next step in your relationship. Waking up next to Max every morning … falling asleep wrapped up in his arms each night — you couldn’t imagine anything better.

Your left hand rests on his chest, your purity ring glinting in the low light. You’ve worn that ring since your brother gave it to you when you turned sixteen, a symbol of your commitment to stay pure until marriage. Max knows how much it means to you.

His hand covers yours, thumb gently stroking over the ring. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

You laugh softly. “Only about ten times.”

“Well, you do. As always.”

You lift your head to smile at him. “You charmer.”

He grins and leans in for a lingering kiss. When you pull back, breathless, his eyes are dark.

“I love you,” he says seriously. “So much.”

Your heart melts as it always does when he says those words. “I love you too.”

You share another long, slow kiss. His hand tightens on yours, the ring pressing into your skin.

When the kiss ends, he brings your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to your fingers, right over the ring. Your breath hitches at the sensation.

“Someday I’m going to put a different ring here,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard, emotion welling up. “Yeah?”

He meets your eyes. “If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will.” You surge forward to capture his mouth again, trying to pour all your love into the kiss.

After long, blissful moments, you reluctantly pull back, heart pounding. Max’s eyes are dark with desire, his breathing uneven like yours.

He strokes his thumb over your ring again. “This looks beautiful on you. But ...”

“But what?” You ask breathlessly.

“I can’t wait to take it off someday. To replace it with a ring that shows you’re mine.”

A shiver goes through you at his possessive words. You press closer against him. “I am yours, Max. No matter what ring I’m wearing.”

He smiles, pleased. “I know.”

You snuggle into him again, but this time his hands begin to wander — down your back, over your hips, teasing at the hem of your shirt.

You catch his wandering hands in yours, stilling them. “Max ...”

He kisses your forehead. “Shh, just trust me.”

You hesitate only a moment before nodding. You do trust him, with everything in you.

He begins again, hands roaming over you unhurriedly. You sigh into his touches, your eyes falling closed. His hands are warm and sure as they learn your body, tracing every curve through your clothes.

When his fingers slip just under the hem of your shirt to brush your bare skin, you gasp.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly.

“Yes,” you breathe. You’ve never let anyone touch you like this before, but you want Max to.

Only Max.

He kisses you languidly as his hands continue their exploration. You lose yourself in the feel of him surrounding you, his lips on yours, his hands branding your skin.

Slowly, teasingly, those hands make their way higher, thumbs just grazing the underside of your breasts. You shiver at the contact.

“Max,” you gasp against his mouth.

He pulls back to look at you, eyes questioning. “Too much?”

You shake your head, lacking words. You arch into him again, wanting more.

Needing no further encouragement, his hands close over your breasts, massaging gently through your shirt. You let out a low moan at the sensations rushing through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Max murmurs. “I want to see all of you. Can I?”

Heart pounding, you nod. Together you remove your shirt, leaving you bare before him from the waist up.

His heated gaze travels over you. “Stunning,” he breathes.

Then his hands and mouth are on you again, worshipping every newly exposed inch of skin. You clutch at him desperately, gasping his name.

When his mouth closes over one taut nipple, you cry out, fingers fisting in his hair. He lavishes attention on your breasts until you are shaking with need.

“Max, please,” you beg urgently.

He lifts his head to see your pleading eyes, your kiss-swollen lips. Groaning, he captures your mouth again in a searing kiss.

As his tongue dances with yours, his fingers trail down your body to dip just below the waistband of your pajamas.

You still, breaking the kiss to meet his gaze. The unspoken question hangs in the air between you.

Slowly, you nod.

Reverently he peels your pajamas and underwear down your legs, his hungry eyes drinking you in.

“So perfect,” he tells you huskily.

He begins to touch you in your most intimate places, watching your reactions closely to learn what you like. Soon you are gasping and writhing beneath his attentions, shocked by the pleasure bursting through you.

“That’s it, schatje,” he encourages. “Let go for me.”

You climax with a sharp cry, your body shuddering through wave after wave of new sensations. Max holds you close, whispering words of praise and adoration until you come back down.

When you return to yourself, it is to the feeling of Max tenderly stroking your hair. You smile up at him languidly.

“Wow,” you breathe.

He grins and kisses you sweetly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You laugh softly. “It definitely was one.” Sobering, you trace his beloved face with wondering fingers. “I can’t believe we just did that. I never dreamed I would go that far before marriage.”

Max’s expression turns solemn. “I know how much your vow means to you. We don’t have to go any further tonight if you don’t want to.”

You consider his words. It’s true that you always intended to save the ultimate intimacy for your wedding night. But what you just shared with Max was incredible beyond your wildest imaginings. And you know without doubt that he is your future.

Meeting his gaze, you take his hand and guide it purposefully between your legs in answer.

Max’s eyes flare hotly. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you tell him. “I want you to be my first. My only.”

Needing no further convincing, Max sheds his remaining clothes and comes back to you. He enters you slowly, carefully, murmuring encouragement and praise until he fills you completely.

You cling to each other, overwhelmed by the intimacy of this moment. Then he begins to move. The feelings are even more intense this time, building higher and higher.

“Max!” You cry out as you shatter again, your inner muscles pulsing around him. He follows you over with a guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside you.

Afterward you lie tangled together, replete. Max presses tender kisses across your face. “I love you so much. Thank you for giving me such an incredible gift.”

You cup his cheek. “It was as special for me as it was for you. I love you, Max. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

He grasps your left hand, kissing your ringed finger. “Neither can I. But for now, this is enough. You are enough. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You curl up to Max, settling in against him as your breath evens out. Max smiles as he watches you fall asleep, waiting a bit longer until he’s sure you’ve fully arrived at dreamland.

Then he carefully slips the ring off your finger and struggles a bit at the awkward angle as he leans to open his nightstand drawer, fishing out a small jewelry box. He carefully opens it, his eyes on you as he hears the little click. You don’t stir, and Max breathes out.

He picks up a fine silver chain, slipping the ring onto the necklace. It’s his to wear now.

***

You take a deep breath as you walk into the paddock, Max’s hand clasped firmly in yours. This will be the first time facing your brother since Max claimed your purity for himself. The cool metal of the ring rests against Max’s chest now, physical proof of your commitment to him.

You know Checo will not take it well.

Max gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be okay, liefje. Your brother loves you. He’ll come around eventually.”

You nod, hoping he’s right. Ever since you left home to travel around the world with him, Checo has been ultra protective of you. The ring was meant to symbolize your promise to save yourself for marriage. Max delighted in taking it from you, marking you as his. Now Checo will see that claim publicly displayed for all to see.

Speak of the devil — Checo emerges from the Red Bull motorhome, his race engineer by his side. His eyes fall on your joined hands first, before traveling up to see Max’s face. Max meets his gaze steadily, chin lifted in challenge.

Sergio’s eyes narrow, darting down to glimpse the unmistakable silver band resting against Max’s team polo. “What the hell is that?” He snarls.

“I think you know exactly what this is,” Max replies calmly. He turns your clasped hands to prominently display your bare finger. “Your sister gave me a gift last night.”

Your cheeks flame but you remain silent, letting Max take the lead. Your brother’s face turns an alarming shade of red. “You bastard,” he spits at Max. “How dare you-”

Max cuts him off. “What I dare is between your sister and myself. But know this-” his voice drops dangerously low. “She is mine now.”

The paddock falls silent, all eyes turning towards the tense standoff. Checo trembles with rage, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I’ll kill you for this,” he hisses.

Max steps forward until they’re nearly nose to nose. “I’d like to see you try,” he sneers.

Your breath catches. You’ve never seen Max like this before, feral and dominant. He looks every inch the alpha male, poised to rip Sergio’s throat out.

Checo makes the mistake of shoving Max’s chest … hard. Before you can blink, Max has your brother against the wall, arm twisted brutally behind his back. Checo cries out in pain.

“Don’t test me again,” Max growls in his ear. “She is mine. It’s for the best that you learn to accept that.”

He releases Checo and steps back, the picture of unruffled calm once more. Checo staggers to his feet, cradling his arm. The paddock is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

Checo’s humiliation wars with his anger. Finally he whirls on you. “How could you do this?” He demands. “After everything we’ve been through together? You gave yourself to this-” he breaks off, voice shaking with emotion.

Your own eyes fill with tears. “Checo, please try to understand,” you plead softly. “I love him. What we have is real.”

“But your promise-”

“I made a new promise last night,” you say. You look at Max, love shining from your eyes. His own gaze softens as it meets yours.

Checo makes a low, wounded sound. “You’re my hermanita. I’m supposed to protect you.”

You go to him then, taking his hands in yours. “You’ll always be my big brother. But it’s time for me to live my own life. Max is who I choose.” You squeeze his hands. “Can you try to accept that?”

Sergio searches your face for a long moment before pulling you into a tight embrace. “I just want you to be happy,” he whispers brokenly.

You cling to him, tears falling down your cheeks. “I am happy,” you assure him. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

Sergio pulls back, wiping his own eyes. He turns to Max with a shaky sigh. “Take care of her,” he says gruffly. “Or I really will kill you.”

One corner of Max’s mouth quirks up. “Noted.”

Sergio nods once more at Max before turning away, shoulders slumped in defeat.

Max opens his arms and you fly into them, burying your face in his chest. His lips find the top of your hair in a tender kiss. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs. You go lax, melting against him, completely emotionally spent.

He keeps his arm locked around you as you make your way out of the paddock, the crowds parting silently before you as the ring gleams brightly against his chest.

It’s his now. You’re his now.

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tetsuskei · 3 months

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lust for life - zhongli [nsfw]

synopsis: your first time with the geo archon leads to a riveting adventure that you never dreamed of, but also don’t regret

notes: this is the first time i’m writing for zhongli and genshin, so please be nice. i apologize for anything potentially ooc. i’m learning. :]

warnings: praise kink, dragon tendencies (?), unprotected sex, pet names, zhongli is called morax, lana del rey song title, body worship, liyue archon quest spoilers

word count: 2.4k

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being in a relationship with zhongli is exhilarating. it is calm and a rush all at the same time. invigorating, perhaps.

liyue, the city of contracts, is always bustling with something new and exciting each day. the harbor specifically hails as a place that showcases the customs and traditions in the most beautiful ways.

the smell of freshly made grilled tiger-fish and chopped suey perfuming the air, and the shine of the beautifully crafted kites the nice old lady sells only make up a few traits the harbor carries. there’s also the bustle of the shops, selling different types of flowers and fruits and jewels ranging from jade to lapis.

as much as liyue is your home, there couldn’t be a better place of solace than in your boyfriend.

over the course of knowing him, he’s taught and shown you many things. and one of those things just happens to be the way of love. you have never been that involved before in a romantic relationship before he came along. but once he did, you could barely remember what life was like before him.

being that zhongli is now ‘mortal’, there are many things about him that still stand out from regular human beings. of course, this all makes sense when considering his reptilian nature at hand.

his eyes, a piercing aurelian color are a stark contrast to any other pair you’ve seen. they closely resemble two pieces of raw cor lapis.

the man is large—not necessarily very muscular, but lean and slender in all the right ways. he’s also a lot taller than the average person, having you crane your head up at times just to hold decent eye contact with him.

you often were bashful and easily embarrassed in front of zhongli, but he only ever has been very understanding and patient. a wise and well respected man with an eclectic taste for history and knowledge. there’s nothing about him that isn’t amazing.

“is this okay?”

zhongli’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. the gravel of it warms your tummy and sends shivers down your spine. his eyes seem to be looking through you in tantalizing yet understanding way.

“you seem conflicted over something. what’s troubling your mind, darling?” he inquires, tilting his head to the side. his obsidian locks, ends dipped in pure bronze, cascade down his back beautifully and you wonder if there’s ever anything this man does that could be deemed unattractive.

he asks these questions all while kneeling in front of your leaking cunt. like your nude body isn’t completely visible and vulnerable before him. but murmurs of your beauty and rarity cause you to relax and confess your thoughts.

“i just—“ you pause, apprehensive, “i’ve never done this before.”

there’s a look that flashes in his eyes, but only for a brief moment before changing to contemplation. “ah, i see.”

heart racing, you think that he’s about to pull out of the moment you two share. that he’d judge you for your lack of experience.

the feeling of a gloved hand on your cheek makes your heart skip a beat. “there’s nothing to be worried about. i will make extra sure to go at your pace. as long as you still trust me to lead, of course. i will make sure you’re comfortable, dearest.”

zhongli kisses the inside of your thigh, peering at you with subtle glee. to tell the truth, his mind can’t help but think of all the ways he’d tease and break you. but you don’t need to know that—at least not yet. when the time comes he’d explore that. for as long as he’s lived, waiting is something that doesn’t concern him. your wellbeing will always come first.

“okay…” you breathe, spreading your legs more for him at his request.

“always so precious and good for me, are you?” he hums with delight. your face blooms with heat but you nod meekly.

he continues, “you’ll tell me what you like, yes? while i eat this cunt out?”

your boyfriend’s blunt words strike your heart (and core) all at once.

zhongli squeezes your thighs in warning, “i need a verbal response, or i will stop.”

“yes, li.” you murmur, sending him a nervous grin.

“thank you, my love.” he smiles before moving over you. a ghostly sigh leaves you as his hands caress you hips, holding you in place with little effort.

his tongue, unusually long, sneaks out and swipes at your core. there’s a hum of satisfaction once your essence hits his buds. after tediously circling the outside of your leaking hole, it plunges forth within you.

even with it being the first time, you’re sure the wet muscle reaches places that no one besides him ever will, and you gasp, hands moving to grasp anything to ground yourself.

“z-zhongli—!” you stutter, words and lungs failing you all at once.

zhongli entwines your hands, squeezing gently to calm you. his free hand, however, only moves over your clit to rile you up further.

he hums again, satisfied with what you gift him when more of your juices evade his tongue.

“it’s been a long time since i’ve tasted something this sweet.” his lithe fingers continuing their motions as he attentively watches your reactions. “i think my tongue will always remember the way you taste.”

your hips have somehow found a way to ride his tongue and he assists by nearly having you fuck yourself on his face.

“i-i-!” you’re unable to warn zhongli of anything as you feel yourself succumbing to a realm of euphoric pleasure, seizing in place. your eyes roll back, and you find yourself facing a blinding light. you wonder if you’ve just died right now and then.

but as soothing hands caress your being and plant kisses on your cheeks, you realize you’re very much still on teyvat.

“ahh, so that’s what you look like cumming.” the archon’s eyes gleam and a hungry look flashes in them. “who knew how beautifully ravishing you’d look.”

not a moment passes before his fingers are on you again, and he slides in two digits.

“i’m sensitive, li! please!” you whine, hands grabbing his wrist.

“you’re doing so well though,” zhongli praises, his tone sweet like nectar. his normally stoic expression to no surprise, is nonexistent with you. the only visible look is love and adoration. “you can cum again, hmm? don’t you think you deserve it?”

tears slip down your face as you nod frantically, “yes!”

his eyes brighten at the way you squirm and try to conceal your whimpers. it’s only then does he realize he must toy with you even further.

the fingers that stilled themselves move again. the sound of lewd squelching filling the room. zhongli doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off before fucking you. the smell of your arousal is overwhelming, to say the least. and dark thoughts of wanting to breed you start to consume his mind.

regardless, you still needed to be prepared to take him. it would be no good if you were uncomfortable.

he works to bring you thus forth to another orgasm, his hand skilled and dexterous as it seeks to pleasure you.

“feels so good li! r-right there!” you gasp, arching up to follow his movements.

a hand soothes your hair and you feel his lips kiss your forehead. “relax dearest, you’re tightening up. just let go.”

it isn’t long before you’re cumming again. losing strength, you collapse fully on your back. you hear your boyfriend chuckle as he sucks the gloves of his fingers clean from your essence.

after giving you time to recover, zhongli gently runs his hands over you.

“darling, why don’t you help me undress. hmm?” he coaxes, moving back to begin to peel off his robes.

you sit up, wobbling as you kneel in front of him and he drags your hand up to his collar.

zhongli leans down, kissing you on the lips. he tastes of whatever tea he’s recently had. and of, well, you.

soon, your boyfriend is undressed, and archons (albeit, him himself) could only tell how it is possible for someone to be so beautiful and handsome, his figure lean and muscular in all the right ways.

it makes you feel weak in the knees how easy it is for zhongli to command attention and control. the way you’re pliant to his will because of how strong he is, allowing for him to hold your jaw in place as his tongue explores your mouth.

the feeling of something heavy and hard against your stomach makes your heart drop. there is no mistaking what it is.

as if sensing your distress, he pulls back from you. “what’s wrong, dear?” he grabs himself, stroking leisurely as he eyes you with quiet mischief.

you swallow, eyes having trouble leveling with his, “w-will it fit?”

you’re cute. too cute, for him. “of course darling,” he taps the head on your drenched clit, the tip catching easily onto your entrance.

“you were made to take me, after all.”

there isn’t anything else said once he sheathes himself fully inside of you.

shared moans fill the room as you both stare at each other for a moment. zhongli is hot and throbbing inside of you, and that alone has you cumming again.

“goodness,” he huffs, composing himself, “you are more sensitive than i thought.”

“ahh-sorry!”

“no need to apologize. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” zhongli murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i’m going to move now, love.” he warns, voice soft.

you nod solemnly, squeezing his hand as a sign of goodwill.

it’s all odd at first, with how full you are, but eventually the discomfort becomes more pleasure than anything else. the way his cock is stroking your walls, hitting every crevice with a kiss, soon has you keening.

grunts fill your ear as zhongli’s pace slowly picks up over time. you think you might be somewhere in the clouds above mt. tianheng.

your boyfriend’s frame cocoons your own. he fucks you like he’s yearned you for eternity. as if he’s been preparing for this moment. his hips move like flowing water, skilled all around.

zhongli’s sharp canines bite into your shoulder, a low growl leaving him as he marks you. he doesn’t mean to blemish your beautiful skin, but the primal part in him can’t help himself.

your moans are like a melody to him, and he thinks he may drown in them and the way that they sound. he starts to think that maybe you yourself are some deity or maybe a siren with the way you have him under your spell.

“li, please, go faster!” you beg, looking up at him with wet eyes, “i-i can take it, i promise!”

“are you sure that’s what you want? i won’t be able to fully hold back if you ask that of me.” he warns.

“yes, please!” you whine, “please, morax!”

before you know it, he’s kissing you again, the sweet taste of him elevating your focus away from the now ruthless snap of his hips.

he gifts you his fingers in your mouth once his lips move over your collarbones and breasts, tongue wrapping around the sensitive nub while his free hand twists the other.

“you must be a gift from celestial to feel this good.” zhongli moans. he’s holding you in his lap now, moving you up and down his shaft just how he likes.

“have you got one more for me, love?” he pants, “then i’ll take care of you and let you rest.”

you find yourself crying out for morax repeatedly, and it sendings an unknown exhilarating feeling down zhongli’s spine. maybe because it’s the thought that no other god could save you but him.

“m’cumming!” you cry, once again clamping down on the man with a vice like grip.

zhongli shudders, trying to keep his focus on you coming undone, “i don’t think i can hold back much longer myself. where—“

“inside. please cum inside me!” you wail, twisting your legs to lock around him.

“fuck,” he curses, not meaning the slip of his tongue. but that’s just what you do to him. “a-are you certain? do not say things based on what you think i wish—“

zhongli does not expect for you to pout up at him with big, wet eyes and say, “you don’t want to cum in me?”

frozen, he blinks slowly at you. then, there’s the sound of a dark chuckle, almost inhumane. “you don’t know, do you?”

“how i’ll give you anything you want? you can ask for the stars and they’re yours.” he groans, hips erratic again. he’s smothering you with his mouth again, moving everywhere to kiss every inch of you. your legs are folded up and placed over his shoulders, pressed tightly against yourself.

he swears, “i’ll cherish and love you till death. contract or not, i vow to never break that word.” even in the afterlife.”

“that being said, i’ll cum in you as many times as you want.”

you cum at his words, sobbing from the tsunami emotions and feelings that’s hit you.

it isn’t long before zhongli follows, an exceeding large warmth and throbbing as he spills himself into you.

he holds onto you tightly, refusing to move until he’s sure that his cum has settled within you.

slowly pulling out and putting your legs back down, he examines you fully. “are you alright?

the smile you give is hazy. “golden.”

“don’t leave.”

he frowns, tongue clicking, “darling, you must let me clean you up at least. i can’t bear to leave you—“

“just for a moment!” you pout, burying your face into his damp chest. “i promise.”

“a moment.” he repeats, chuckling. soothing your hair.

in all honesty, a part of you liked having him leak down your legs, and maybe he enjoyed it to. for him, in all the years of his life he’s never felt a love like this before. he just did his best to show appreciation.

if this is how he’d sing words into your ears, how his affection would wrap around, you would very well get used to this. to a routine.

but then again, a zhongli without surprises doesn’t seem fitting for you at all.

after all, ‘normal’ isn’t even as common as we think it is.

tagging my beloved @hwaitham. thank you for always supporting me and for being so loving and welcoming. <3

#zhongli x reader #zhongli one shot #genshin x reader #genshin one shot #zhongli smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact oneshot

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cocteaucherry · 5 months

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𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 pt. 2

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮- 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩

〘 tw- 18+ ,arranged marriages, geto being a dick, fem reader, naked geto, controlling geto, forced marriage, angst

𝙖𝙣- 〘I wrote this in a few hours but tyty for the love and support ily <33

taglist - @chigiii @certainduckanchor

you didn’t eat much that night.

The comfortable kimono you wore turned into your worst nightmare, you now found it itchy and suffocating. The purple and orange hues from the setting sun cascaded through the window painting the room in the slew of colors, you were really at your wits end.

You sat in your room for the past hour debating what you could do, you could run but they’d find and probably kill you.

You couldn’t fight him, he was strong and he didn't even use his technique. What really killed you was that you still found him attractive, aggh.. this fucking sucks.

You began to hastily pull apart the kimono, feeling the layers fall from you your skin felt like heaven but before you could fully relax you remembered. You have to tend to that fucking asshole for the rest of the night. You let out a guttural groan searching for comfortable clothes in the many drawers, you decided on shorts and a black tshirt.

A knock came to your door and just like clockwork you never get time to answer, the same woman who you learned was Manami held the same unimpressed look when looking at you. “Geto’s final meeting is almost done, he’s expecting you in his room.” She said plainly.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Your smile was so sweet it made her sick, “Yeah, yeah come on.” She ushered you out the room into the large hallway, the walk there was relatively silent until the barrier was broken. “I rarely speak to people of your status.” Yup, great way to start off. “But I am curious what’s so different about you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand?” You raised an eyebrow questioning her, different? What did she mean different? “I’ll know soon enough” she stated stopping in front of another large door, “Go ahead. She pointed towards the door and you nodded, clicking the door open. You stepped in softly pulling the door shut behind you, unsurprisingly his room was neat. The fabrics of his room were black or dark blue, you stared in awe rubbing your hands on the silky sheets, these were expensive for sure.

The dark wooden bedside cabinet caught your attention, you surveyed the area quickly before gently pulling the drawer open. Nothing caught your eye just books and notepads, you were about to close it before seeing the slight glimmer of a laminated photo peek from between one of the notepads. You pulled the piece from between the pages to reveal the photo.

It was a photo of three young highschool students. A beautiful girl with a short brunette bob, a cigarette perched between her lips, a bright white haired donned in sunglasses boy grinning gleefully at the camera and finally- wait, is that? The same amber eyes, the raven hair albeit longer now but more severe dark circles hanged under his eyes. When was this photo taken? And who were those people? You slid the photo back between the pages closing the drawer before the large oak door slowly opened.

Geto stepped through his face blank with emotion until he made eye contact with you, “Enjoying the space?” He asked, closing the door, the suffocating aura in the room only intensified as he stepped closer to you. “I want you to run my bath, you will be cleaning me after all.” He smirked beginning to slide his gojogesa off his abdomen, you felt your face heat up as you stepped around him making your way to the conjoining bathroom. You had to bathe him? How sick and twisted is he?!

“Vanilla scents!” He yelled from the bedroom, maybe you could drown him. You rolled your eyes walking towards the large tub, you bent your body turning the knobs watching the water gush down. Peering at the side of the tub you found the vanilla bath scent, huh bubble bath you wouldn’t have guessed. You poured the soap mixture in, placing the bottle back on the side of the tub.

You stood up turning your head to immediately be hit with the sight of your naked husband holding a large sponge in his hand, “Close your mouth you’re catching flies.” He simply retorted as he walked towards you handing the large sponge to you. You tried to control yourself, having to force your eyes to look anywhere, his body was scarily toned, he was hiding all of that under his clothes? His chest littered with small healed over scars but towards the center of his chest rested a large scar on the shape of an X, pretty specific scar.

“I’ll give you a question, I’ll answer.” Geto sighed, stepping beside you to swing himself into the large tub, the bubbles cascaded around him as he turned the faucet off. “Why do you hate non- sorcerers so much? The answer flew right out. He leaned forward wrapping his hair into a messy bun, “I find you to be useless, you stay on this earth to do nothing but grovel and produce problems.. sorcerers protect and all you do to repay them is create more mess.”

“But, that’s not fair.”

….

“Excuse me?”

You gripped the sponge in your hand as you felt a warm tear cascade down your cheek, “my whole life I’ve heard nothing but the same demeaning shit, how about you have some fucking empathy instead of shitting on me any chance you get.” A solemn silence followed after your words being broken up with your sniffles.

“I admire you.” huh?

You glanced over to his face, a sick smirk plastered on his face as he gleaned at you, “no one, not even my family speak to me like that.” He tilted his head as you sat at the edge of the tub, “I’d love to hear you talk some more.”

You sat and listened to Geto talk, you scrubbed gently at his back, your fingers would occasionally slip and touch his skin and goosebumps would appear accompanied by a small grunt. After the bath was done he wrapped himself in a robe walking back towards his room, he sat on the edge of his bed releasing his hair from the bun watching as his long raven hair fell around his body. “I think I owe you an apology..”

“Really?” You questioned raising an eyebrow walking towards his dresser, “not an apology.. maybe just I don’t know. This whole situation you’ve been put in, how are you not terrified?” He questioned pointing towards a drawer where you can find his sleep clothes, you opened it pulling out a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt. “I am fucking terrified, but I have nowhere to go.. I can't go “home” and if I leave here my clan will kill me. I’d rather take the insults than die.” You handed him his clothes, “Here you are sir.”

“Call me Suguru.” He took his clothes untying his robe, “O-okay..” you didn’t mean to stutter but for this asshole to actually be respectful was insane. “Don’t say it like that.” He murmured, sliding his sleep clothes on. He slid further down onto his bed letting out a sigh, “You’re done for the night you may leave.” You nodded reluctantly walking towards the door, as you began to open it a voice broke through. “Goodnight.” Suguru said.

“Goodnight.”

(Extras)

Suguru didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to love you, hold you and care for you. He couldn’t shouldn’t/strike have these emotions.

When your fingers touched his skin he felt like he was going insane, he was going insane when he told you to leave, he wanted you to stay he wanted to wrap his arms around you, smell your sweet scent and love and worship hou, he couldn't he shouldn't he can’t love someone like you.

𝙖𝙣- (I’m acc enjoying writing this I might make like 2 more parts to this <33 what do y’all think? <33

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu x reader #x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #geto x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen angst #geto angst #getou suguru x reader #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #suguru geto #geto x female reader

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sofiareidings · 9 months

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I Told The Stars About You

Summary: After a tough case that hit too close to home you decide to try and clear your mind by stargazing. When it doesn't work you suddenly hear the coworker you've been crushing on behind you.

A/N: This one-shot is less talking and more just light flirting. I think I'll be writing more flirty stuff in the future but I'm still learning so you'll have to deal with me! Also like I said in my pinned post in taking requests so feel free to send some! You can say a certain situation, a ship, a song to base it off, a trope, whatever! Just make sure to read my immediate no-gos.

Word Count: 0.6k

Song Suggestions: Esa Pared by Leo Dan ft. Vicente Fernãndez

The case had affected everyone. Cases that centre around kids always do, but this one really hit close to home for you. The best way you could think to cope with this was by doing the thing that always puts a smile on your face, even if only for a second.

It was almost pitch black when you parked your car on the vacant street. The only light being from the streetlights and the stars. Walking out into the old baseball field that the street backed up on you found a nice place to sit down. After getting situated you tilted your head up and just stared up at the stars. Looking at all the different shapes you could make. Listening to the sound of trees blowing in the wind and the sound of crickets.

Every time a memory from the case came back you focused on a new star, and a new happy thought. Normally you’d have smiled by now but it wasn’t happening. You couldn’t focus on the stars. The cold of the air became noticeable and the sounds of the crickets were now annoying. You couldn’t make out any shapes in the stars because they were becoming blurry by the tears in your eyes and the shakes in your breath. Everything was coming back and it was like you couldn’t do anything.

“Are you okay?” You jumped, startled by the voice behind you. When you turned your head you looked up to see Spencer standing above you, his hands in his pockets and a scarf wrapped around his neck and falling over his shoulder. You start to nod and wipe your face trying to calm yourself down before talking.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your words came out in one breath. You tried to stand up but Spencer sat down before you could. He sat there just looking down at the grass like he didn’t know what to say. “How’d you find me?”

“You seemed off on the jet and when you drove a different way I got concerned. I guess I followed you here but that sounds like I’m a stalker.” He laughed a little at the end then looked up from the grass and at you. You weren’t fine, it was obvious. “It doesn’t take a profiler to realise that you are clearly upset.”

“The case, it just hit close to home. I don’t want to talk about it.” The sentence came out a little blunt, almost angry. He seemed taken aback a little but he knew you didn’t mean any harm. “I just…want to look at the stars.”

“We can do that then.” He nodded then leaned back on his arms and looked up. You did the same but couldn’t help but look over at him as well. His scarf had become undone when he sat down and his hair fell backwards. You took the moment of comfort and layed down on the grass, Spencer doing the same.

Instead of rejecting the advance, he looked away then squeezed your hand and didn’t comment. The heat in your face mixed with the butterflies made it happen…the stars had finally made you smile. They just needed a little help this time.

The two of you just layed there for a long time. Looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company. You turned your head to see Spencer still looking at the stars and when you moved your eye contact down his hand was laying less than an inch away from yours. In a moment of bravery you moved yours and put it in his while quickly looking back at the stars. You could feel him looking at you, clearly having noticed the gesture.

#criminal minds fandom #criminal minds #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #fandom #bau #sofiareidings

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his weed is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

#eren <3 #my writing #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot eren #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #plug!eren

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alexiethymia · 6 months

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Hi, love your blog ❤️ especially your analysis on Jinshi and MaoMao. I have read LN till around volume 9 plus manga and I don't have any problem with spoilers.

Can you list all Jinshi X MaoMao moments? Like from volume 10 to whichever volumes you have finished...?

You see, as much as I love other characters, I'm mainly reading it to see my favourite ship sail, i.e. JinshiXMaoMao ✨ so if there are any great shipping moments in future chapters please list them, I'll give it a go. Thank you so much, really loved your char analysis ✨. This gem of a story is not discussed enough!

I can’t recall everything entirely, and the web novel I’m sure will differ from the light novel. But here are a few.

Some of the moments which I loved where when Jinshi asked to hold Maomao’s hands interlacing like in a lover’s hold. From what I read, he sort of marked her middle finger. Maomao later gets embarrassed after the fact. I’m not sure if it’s because she thinks everyone else saw them or because of the mark.

The moment I mentioned in my post was I think the end of LN 12? And also the end of WN 10 if I’m not mistaken. Maomao goes to Jinshi on her own. They end up hugging on the floor and she ends up falling asleep on him. He brings her to his bed (like the time she saved him during the ritual), and kisses her forehead for replenishment.

The recent WN arcs are quite interesting since Maomao has accepted his feelings and in her words, they’re now in a relationship (though of course as characteristic of Maomao she’s still cool towards him). There’s one interesting chapter about a night visit (haha) though nothing happens. In other words Jinshi is restraining himself. But surprisingly! It’s Maomao who’s being a bit forward now. At the end of the recent chapter in the recent arc, Jinshi is stopping himself from touching Maomao because he’ll want to hug her tight (and bite and lick her too, gosh does this man not get embarrassed at all??) and Maomao ends up tracing her finger down the back of his wrist up until his middle finger (maybe as payback to what he did in the Western Capital?) and I don’t know about you but it reads to me as her teasing him, though I might warn her from provoking him too much haha. (But then again maybe Maomao does want something to happen).

It’s also sweet to hear her inner thoughts after the night visit that she was both relieved and disappointed nothing happened and that she wants to both see him and not see him. It’s interesting to see her maybe unsure, and perhaps also a bit restless when Jinshi doesn’t call on her. Because this time she’s the one who asks Chue to call Jinshi to contact her. And finally the piece de resistance, when she wants help with something involving her Joka nee-chan, she thinks about someone she can trust, and the only face that comes to her mind is Jinshi. Arghh my heart. For this wary cat to realize how much she really trusts Jinshi. And perhaps her taking this step in accepting his feelings is her way of showing belief in his words that he will make it so she doesn’t regret them being together.

And oh! I loved the mother and daughter-in-law talk. For Aduo to finally reveal the truth to Maomao since she sees how serious the both of them are getting, for Aduo to compare herself to Maomao, for Aduo to offer her a chance to escape even if it would make her son unhappy (Chue actually interjects here! Because Aduo ordered her to make his son happy and Chue can’t accomplish that mission with Maomao gone, gah my heart. Chue the captain of the Jinshi x Maomao ship), and despite that chance and learning the truth, for Maomao to gain the resolve to stay (with Jinshi) anyway. They really have come so far.

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #knh #the apothecary diaries #knh spoilers #jinmao #maomao x jinshi #asks

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papaya-047 · 2 months

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Hi!!

This is my first time asking something but could you do a Ron weasley x reader where they both are Quidditch players maybe different houses even!!

and they have fun in the quidditch closet! (fluff or smut whatever you want!!)

The most smut i will do is PG-13 lmao, we are a family friendly blog over here. Am I good at writing anything remotely smutty? No. so this what you get.

This was going to be the worst practice ever, you've been begging for friendly matches to stop since you got on the team but they never were quite friendly. The last friendly game was against Slytherin and they did not hold back. You walked out of that practice with a black eye and a sprained wrist. At least this was just for fun, and since having fun was one of two reasons you wanted to do quidditch in the first place you try to make the best of it. Especially since the other reason is on the team you're playing against.

Hurrying out of your dorm you stumble your way to the quidditch field, struggling to lug your equipment around the campus. “Need a hand?” A deep voice spoke over your head. Ron.

“I’m fine.” you said, your broom in one hand and an overstuffed duffle in the other, all dragging behind you.

“Clearly,” the sarcasm in his voice was obvious. Without warning the bag was lifted out of your hand and you were free to hold your broom without it touching the floor.

“You know if you keep dragging it like that you're doing to damage the bristles on the broom.”

You laugh, “what's that gonna do? Make it less aerodynamic?” you ask sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said shortly. “Or you know what you should probably keep dragging it, it'll make it easier to beat you.”

“Please you don't need the help, I don’t try at these things.” Trying to keep up with Rons strides proved to be a bit of a challenge. He was walking at a lethargic speed but the length of his steps were worth 3 of yours.

“That's too bad I was looking forward to playing you,” he said through a smile. You felt your face grow hot. “And a friendly game means you won’t kick my ass.”

You laughed, “what makes you think I would kick your ass at all?”

“Your track record,” you looked at him confused. “Do you really not remember? First year? And Second, third and fourth?” You shook your head. “Well I guess the trauma seared it into my memory,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “oh don't be dramatic. I never did anything that bad.”

Still smiling, Ron looked down at you for the first time since you started walking, “No, just tackled me a lot.”

“In first year? When I was learning how to fly? You still remember that?” you shouted mortified as the flood of embarrassment came rushing back.

“When your crush lands on top of you, your 11 year old boy brain tends to think about it a lot.” he laughed.

“You had a crush on me?”

“Wasn't it obvious? I nearly failed every class we had together because I was so busy staring at you.”

You tried your best to remember your first year classes, but any of Rons “obvious” behavior was not something your first year self ever picked up on, “I can safely say I didn't notice.”

“Why did you think I needed so much help in every subject?”

“You're an idiot?” you asked through a muted laugh.

“No, I just spent every class paying attention to you instead of the material. So when you practically obsess over someone and they continuously struggle to balance on a broom, you hope to be put in a position that you might end up with said person on top of…” his voice tapered off. Cheeks red, refusing to make eye contact. He clearly didn't mean for that word vomit to come out, but up until he stopped talking you assumed those feelings had stopped after the first year, but now you're not so sure.

“So what about second, third and fourth year?” you tried to move the conversation along wanting to casually move past what Ron just said, he was clearly embarrassed and you didn't want to make things worse.

The two of you reached the quidditch field, the sight of fluttering robes and the distant echoes of laughter filling the air. Ron scratched his head, and avoided your gaze. "Well, second year was all about the dueling club," he began, trying to regain composure. "Remember when I was petrified? You visited me in the hospital wing. I was so out of it and used to being tackled that I thought you were going to hex me."

You chuckled at the memory. "As if I would hex you. Besides, I couldn't resist visiting the famous Ron Weasley,” you put on a mocking tone, “you were always up to something.”

“I still am.” he mumbled under his breath. Clearing his throat “in third year I convinced myself you hated me and fourth year, well I spilt my drink on you at the yule ball so I was certain you hated me.”

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Oh my god,. How could I forget?” the Yule ball was a bottle of embarrassment you did not want to revisit. No one asked to go with you and the moment you thought a certain ginger was going to ask you to dance he spilled his drink all over you, “You know I stole that robe from professor sprout?”

Ron stopped in his place, “That was Sprout’s?” he raised his voice in shock.

“Yep,” you chuckled, “Do you even remember what it looks like?”

“Of course I do!” he exclaimed, before calming himself down, “Although in my memory it’s covered in fruit punch.” Ron continued walking to bring your stuff over to where your team was setting up. You noticed how much slower he’d gotten, it was much easier to keep up.

“I technically didn't steal it, I just borrowed it and had my dormmate alter it a bit.”

“Well they did a bloody good job, you looked hot.” Ron said before he could stop himself, “I-I mean,” he stuttered, “you looked good.” changing his tone.

You smirked at Ron stopping in the middle of the field. "Hot, huh?" you teased, enjoying the rosy tint that crept across Ron's cheeks.

Ron stumbled over his words, "No, not hot. Definitely not hot." trying to backtrack. Your face fell slightly, making him panic even more. “Not that you're not hot! You’re so hot it's crazy!”

Suddenly, in the midst of their walk, Ron tripped over a loose cobblestone and by instinct grabbed you for balance. But instead of regaining his footing, the unexpected momentum sent both of you tumbling forward.

As you crashed to the ground, and somehow you found yourself sprawled on top of Ron, his laughter echoing yours in the crisp air. "You definitely need balance training,” you quipped through laughter, but he wasn't laughing. Your duffle had been flung above his head, and his hands had instinctively grasped for you, firmly planted around your waist, and for a moment, you both lay there, catching your breath and sharing a moment of sheer hilarity.

Your laughter subsided, replaced by silence as you gazed into each other's eyes. “Just like old times, eh?” You tried to lighten the tension. He didn't reply, lost in your eyes seemingly unable to speak. “Ron? Are you oka-”

“Can I kiss you?” he interrupted. Rushing the words as if he had been building up the courage to speak.

“On the field?” Ron shot up, nearly shoving you off of him. He quickly picked up your things and tried to avoid eye contact. This time he picked up your broom as well and we was off to your team's changing rooms to drop your things off. This time his pace was far from lethargic, he may as well have been running, that would be the only way you could ever keep up with him. “Ron?” you shouted as you jogged after him trying to catch up.

Once you got to the changing rooms your team whispered at the sight of gryffindors keeper in their rooms. “Here you go,” dropping your things on the side and rushing out. You grabbed his arm. He was red and looking anywhere but your eyes. Your team began filling out the room to begin warming up as they called you to hurry and get dressed.

You dragged Ron further into the room, “Listen Ron-”

“You don't need to say it, I'm sorry. It was an accident and it'll never happen again. The last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable.” he was rambling, “and you can ignore what i said, i saw a pretty girl on top of me and i wasn't thinking. Not that I think you're pretty! Not that you're not pretty! Oh god-” you crashed your lips into his, an effective way to shut him up. He was tense with surprise before melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer by his shirt, his hand cupped your face, his arm wrapped around your waist drawing you in. He turned you, pinning you against the wall as his kiss deepened. His knee rose up to rest between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The whistle blew outside, pulling you away from the kiss as you hear your captain shouting your name. You sigh disappointedly. You turn back to Ron, who was staring at you, you giggled nervously, “what?”

“I take it back, I think you're very pretty.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

#my writing #Ron weasley #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x you #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley smut #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #asks #ron weasley blurb #blurbs

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 [+18] 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @stygianoir asked: For your event for fem reader x aizen plz Drink from me 💜🖤 ➜ sure love! I hope you like Aizen's end of chrysalis form :3 ✦ tw: Gods AU. NSFT. mdni. Aizen is a God (based on his name; Aizen-Myōō is the japanese budhis Wisdom King and god of love and erotism. learn more here) inspired on his end of chrysalis form (long hair, purple eyes) with some addings such as jewerly. oral sex. cum swallowing. Total control over reader. praising kink. ✦ wc: 1.2k ✦ masterlist

Is there any other way to show how devoted you are to a God than letting yourself be completely taken by him?

Resting on his lap, like a pet, you spend your days as his faithful servant. He wants you completely naked; his hands can cover your breasts if someone wants to talk to him. You are his property, nothing else’s but his.

“What is it, (Name)? Smile, for a darkened Sun will only bring sadness to your God” He says, as notices you aren’t smiling.

All your muscles stiffen up; whenever Aizen-sama gives you an order in such tone you are afraid of what could happen if you were to face such strong power.

“Y- yes, my God. I’m so sorry” you apologize, taking his hands to your forehead. Your skin shines with the many candles around and your breasts graze the dangling golden and silver jewels of his body.

Aizen’s lips curl in a deathly smirk as he tilts his head to the side.

“Come on, kneel on the ground for me” he commands, helping you stand up from his lap. His touch is always so delicate, and yet the moment his fingers graze yours you instantly feel weak and powerless.

Your knees are already red as they are used to the hard floor underneath them. Your hands rest on your thighs almost on their own. And your head, as he has instructed you, bow before him.

You can feel Aizen-sama, God of love and erotism, standing up. His white coats hang perfectly, so finely, from his shoulders and hipbones. The sound of his many dangling collars and jewels reverberates all around his stance.

He passes his hand under your chin, lifting it to make eye contact with you. His particular orbs, purple and white fix on yours, and his chocolate long brown hair flows with the soft breeze of the High Plane of Heaven.

Your God smirks. Him who turns lust into enlightenment, can also do the opposite. Aizen-sama, leaves you breathless and dumb; As if he was sucking the smart out of your brain, you always subdue to him like an unwilled creature.

“Open big” he commands, placing his thumb on your lower lip to softly pull it down. You stick the tip of your tongue out, tasting the skin of his fingertips.

Aizen brushes your hair back, like a soft caress. He is gentle with you, but always as a way of preparing you to destroy you. Because that’s him, soft, loving and innocent. And then he can also be the darkest of Gods, becoming your worst enemy… just like love is.

His flowy white coverings disappear in the blink of an eye. His skin, barely touched by the sun, as always looks delicious. The purple orb, that you were told to never touch shines in the middle of his chest. Aizen-sama has no heart; but he also has the heart of a million souls.

Your eyes go down from his also purple eyes, down his chest and abs. You stay for some split seconds admiring his lower belly. The valley that leads down to his sex, surrounded by his protruding hipbones.

As everything on him, he is different from any mortal; shaft so deliciously shaped that you have always thought could be done to pleasure others. The right length, curve and texture that always makes you scream and mewl. It gets ready, veiny just right, throbbing for you.

His veiny hand grabs it, pumping ever so softly up and down while he sits back and calls you with a beckoning finger to come to him. No, Aizen won’t ever walk to you, you will crawl to him.

“My God…” you whisper, coming closer, asking for permission to even taste the drop of precum that falls from the tip of his sex.

“Go ahead, (Name). Just as you know, show your God how much of a goof devoted girl you are”

You comfortably fit in between his legs that are spread so you can get perfectly closer. Your lips first graze his warmth, and then, little by little you rejoice in the ambrosial taste of his drops.

Your teeth barely brush against the first centimetres of his shaft, making him moan in such a sweet, adorable way. You look at his countenance while he does, getting drunk on the image of Aizen’s pleasure smirk.

And it’s not until his gland reaches your throat, that he puts his hand on top of your head. He allows you to move freely at first, testing your skills to satisfy him as if it was some kind of offering. And, it’s exactly that. It is your sacrifice for him to be praised.

But Aizen wants to hear from you the most sinful melody, too. And your moaning seems not to be enough for his ears… before he grabs a fistful of your hair, he makes you stop sucking.

“Surrender completely to my control, (Name)” he orders, with a dark aura under his eyes. Aizen caresses your cheek with the back of his index and violently squeezes your face. Your mouth opens in response, big enough for your throat to be seen from where he is.

You manage to nod as he is in real control of your head, and probably your body too as it has gone numb for some reason. It’s either his power, of your own mind forcing you to comply with his orders.

Once he lets your face off he guides his own sex into your mouth, pushing with his hips against your throat. It makes you gag in response, and the sound of your lack of air mixes with the way he scoffs at it.

Aizen moves now more than before. He is not worried by your wellbeing; he is just using your mouth as any of your other holes.

“Good girl… your mouth is so warm and wet…” he grunts, while he forgets you need to breathe from time to time. He presses your head against him, your nose squished into his pelvis allowing his holly scent to penetrate your brain. The tears that flow from the corner of your eyes blur your vision, but even though, you still manage to look his muscles clenching the more you choke with his sex.

Aizen uses his -almost inexistent- sense of humanity and pulls his dick out of your mouth. You take all the air that surrounds you in a big gasp, and he laughs. “Sorry, honey… I sometimes forget you still need to breathe”

You don’t mind. You are there to please him. You hurry to recuperate and stick your tongue out to reach for his hard rock cock once again.

“Aizen-sama, thank you for the air” you murmur, kissing his inner thigh in holly reverence at his anatomy before he could bury himself into your throat once more. And when he does, he goes even deeper.

He even lifts from his chair a little bit, because it’s just not enough anymore. He wants to enjoy the bulge forming in your neck from his sex shoved into your mouth and beneath.

“Ngh… get ready to be fed on me, sweet little one. You deserve it” he growls, something he has never allowed you to do is gonna be a first time today; you were never allowed to drink from his seed, a blessing you had to earn with your hard work.

Your eyes shine, looking up at him with great enthusiasm. You want to taste, you want to swallow and drink from your God…

With one last thrust, he stays inside despite your little coughs and gags. You can feel the pressure of his size being forced not to slip a little bit out, your scalp has stopped hurting so you even enjoy the way he pulls from your hair not to move.

The balsamic, warmth drops bathe the inside of your throat and overflows to your mouth once it’s been enough. Your eyes go blank as Aizen-sama’s when ecstasy hits him.

You could have prayed for your hands to touch yourself, but, you can’t even move. You don’t dare too. The pooled wetness that has formed underneath you is enough to show your God how much of a sexual delight it was for you to please him.

“I want every drop inside of your stomach, ok? That will be your only water from now on” he says. Aizen softly grazes your cheek, cleaning the tears off your face as you swallow everything down your throat.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama. Thank you for your blessing, Aizen-sama”

#aizen sōsuke #aizen x reader #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #aizen bleach #bleach x reader #bleach #bleach anime #bleach x reader fanfic #bleach fanfic #muken aizen #sashi ya #aizen smut

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gatoru · 1 year

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la santa || hawks x reader

summary: hawks has complicated feelings when it comes to you. the fact you're just like him, and nothing like him at all, doesn't seem to help. (cw: afab!reader, reader has wings, small age gap, reader is in college, hawks in his late 20s, smut, 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, wing play, squirting, hawks calls reader kid like twice.)

wc: 2K

tags: @jctaro @kicamiju

a/n: i had latina reader in mind when writing this. hawks loves us sorry i don't make the rules.

Keigo knows the way to your apartment like the back of his hand.

For some unknown reason, you always end up finding each other – or, he finds himself knocking on your window far too often.

It’s raining outside. Not the soft kind of pouring, the one that collides gently against your windows. No, this feels like a storm – as if it’s a warning, as if God himself is mad at you. The power might run out at any moment, so you prepare yourself by placing a few candles throughout your apartment. It paints your tiny home in an orange light, contrasting with the current chill weather.

Walking towards the kitchen, you come across a pair of crimson wings outside your balcony. Instantly, you open the glass doors – as if it’s rehearsed, like you’ve done many times before.

See, you and Hawks have this routine, this dance that only you know the rhythm of. You can’t exactly recall when it started – it’s funny how you can’t remember what your life used to look like before a certain winged hero accidentally came crashing through one of your windows during a fight.

This time, there’s a bruise on his left eyebrow, although it doesn’t look fresh. He’s not looking for your help, that much you figure.

Hawks silently thanks you for not making a comment about how his wings will get your floor wet, or how they might ruin your sofa’s cushion. Your home feels like his sanctuary – perhaps that’s why he always ends up here.

You notice his hair looks shorter now, with a few strands falling just above his piercing hazel eyes. He’s changed since the last time you saw each other, and you fail to ignore the ache in your heart – it’s been, what, a couple of months?

“You could always use the door, you know?” You suggest, breaking the silence. He notices your hair is wet too, you might have just come out of the shower.

He smirks, lips curling upwards. He eyes you for a moment, watching your wings glow under the warm orange light that illuminates your apartment.

Truth be told, your wings were the first thing Hawks noticed about you. Yours are so different from his: soft, delicate – the glowy bluish green makes it look like you’re some sort of faire. Later, he’d learn about your quirk, some sort of butterfly mutation. He notices how you cut holes in the oversized shirt you’re wearing, so your wings could comfortably go through them.

“Now, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” His dry laugh holds no humor at all.

You simply smile in return, the need to know why he’s standing in your living room dying behind your teeth. His eyes haven’t left your form since he entered your space.

“Are you hurt?” You ask instead, hopefully subtly enough.

He thinks for a moment, considering where he wants this night to go. It doesn’t matter, however, it always ends up in the same way.

“Nah.” He answers, surprisingly telling the truth.

Despite the kind words and gestures, the both of you have a dynamic that seems like a sword fight. Blades out, quietly waiting for the other to make the first attack. The violence never seems to come, however.

“I’m on sabbatical.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he looks at your coffee table, with textbooks splattered on top of it – your laptop is closed, but you haven't turned it off yet. Perhaps he interrupted your study session. “Forced sabbatical.”

“Ah”

“Yeah.” He continues, wings trembling a bit – probably from the cold water drops. “Still trying to figure out what to do with my free time.”

You let out a chuckle. It’s almost comical, really, this game of cat and mouse.

“And you end up here?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Hawks, I’m honored you’re looking for entertainment and found me, but it’s a weeknight. I have class tomorrow.”

You move towards the balcony’s glass door, and he notices how your bare legs look in the moonlight. A strong arm finds its way wrapped around your stomach, pulling your wings flush against his toned chest.

“I know.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine, which makes Hawks smile to himself, at the effect he has on you. “Are you willing to skip class and let me spend the night here?”

You don’t answer, but it’s not like you have to. As soon as you turn around, your lips collide against his.

The power has run out, but it doesn’t stop the winged number two hero from bending you over the couch.

He’s already left a handful of love bites against your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses towards your pantyline. His sharp pearly whites graze against your soft skin, gently. It makes you gasp in anticipation, panties getting wetter by the minute.

Hawks knows your body – knows it better than he knows himself, which might not be saying much. Strong, calloused hands remove the delicate material of your underwear, freeing your body, finally. He discards it near where your shirt lays on the ground.

The fact you’re completely bare and at his mercy doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s still dressed, fully covered. His fingers explore the tip of your wings, which makes you moan – they’re sensitive, and he knows it too well. Perhaps that’s what makes this weird dynamic work so well: he understands you deeply, because you’re equals.

You’re the same thing, in different shapes.

“Y’like it when I play with your wings, huh?” He whispers, voice husky and dripping with lust. You simply moan, hips grinding against his crotch. A whine escapes your lips when his digits find their way towards the base of your wings. “I know baby, I know.”

It’s blissful, all of it. The lust dripping from his voice, his hazy eyes and needy touch. It feels like you’re the only people in the world right now: the city lights aren’t shining anymore, the storm is numbing and the bubble of warmth you’ve created for yourselves only grows bigger.

His lips don’t leave yours, his kiss is all teeth and tongue, all bite and no bark. Your hands grip on his honeyed locks, hard enough to earn a reaction from him – “ah, fuck” – but not hard enough to hurt him.

He shifts, taking his shirt off. Your fingernails scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his soft skin. There’s a new scar near his collarbone, but you don’t ask – can’t bring yourself to do it. The light hair against his skin makes him look more real, more human than ever.

Truth be told, Hawks is scared he might look so average you’ll end up losing interest in him. It still hasn’t happened, though.

“Keigo…” You mewled against his lips, as his hips rut against yours. The friction of his soft sweatpants against your bare cunt makes you only want him more. The sound of his name sends a shiver down his wings. “Stop teasing.”

He laughs. An open mouthed, heartful laugh.

“Teasing? Sweetheart, I’ve barely even started.”

His fingers slowly – awfully slowly – explore your pussy, gently stroking your needy clit. Your hips move against his hand as if you’re some kind of bitch in heat. Well, perhaps you’re becoming one.

Your hands move to his wings, fingertips traveling through red feathers. He chokes, letting out a strangled sound – it doesn’t distract him from fingering your pussy, though. Hawks’ fingers are rapid, experienced – he’s well aware boys your age wouldn’t dream of pleasuring you like this.

He’s well aware he’s ruined other people for you.

“Fuck, kid, straight for the wings huh?”

The ridiculous nickname feels funny on his tongue, heavy with the need to call you something more than that. He wants to call you baby, his lover, his bitch–

“Two can play this game.” You tease, kissing his neck. You leave a mark, one that can be easily hidden but still a reminder of your sinful acts with him.

At this point, you’re not quite sure where his body starts and yours ends. It’s too intimate, too passionate – it almost suffocates you. It feels like you’re drowning in him, losing yourself in his presence. It’s intoxicating, and you need more.

Your hands slowly push his sweatpants down, along with his underwear, and he gets the message. Hawks frees his cock, letting it slap against his toned stomach. The tip is an angry red color, and his balls look heavy.

Unconsciously, you wet your lips, salivating at the sight. You sit up, but he pushes you down, pinning you against the couch.

“Not today, ‘kay?” He asks, and he smiles at the pout forming on your lips. “Just wanna feel your cunt, sweetheart.”

His tip bullies its way through your velvety walls, and you both sigh in relief. Despite his size and girth, the stretch doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Hawks, while playing and edging your pussy, got you ready to take him.

He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, and your ankle brushes against his wings. The crimson feathers look bigger now, more intimidating. they almost reach the ceiling, creating a perfect barrier between you and the world.

Hawks inches into you fully, balls softly slapping against your ass. You whine as he sets a steady pace, eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure. His body almost goes numb from the feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping on him like your life depended on it. It almost sends him into sensory overload.

“Who d’you belong to?” He asks, hips snapping against yours. His fingers are pressing harshly against your hips, dipping into the flesh. Hawks’ pupils look sharper and bigger, making his eyes look even more predatory.

“You, fuck, y-you Keigo.” You breathe, soft doe eyes looking up at him like he’s the only thing you know. “Belong t’you.”

Despite the pretty tone in your voice, he doesn’t believe you for a second. He wants that to be a reality so bad, but he can’t bring himself to do it. There’s no way in hell an angel like you could belong to someone like him.

You feel so full, so relaxed. There’s something unique about his touch, something so good about the way you become one. His cock reaches all the right places, the ones you can’t quite reach with your finger – or toys.

Hawks’ body is warm, feverish. His palm finds your neck, slightly gripping it. He sighs, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips, feeling your breath become slower. Your head feels dizzy, as you get lost in the warm haze of his touch.

“M-more” You manage to mumble, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Please.”

He continues moving against you, only this time it’s harder – faster, sloppier. Hawks brushes his lips against yours, eyes boring into yours. You hook your legs around his tiny waist, bringing him closer.

“F-fuck, Jesus fucking Christ.” You’re both babbling nonsense, begging for each other's touch. “You still on birth control?”

You nod, unable to form a full sentence – or a simple yes.

The Earth stutters on its axis as you cum, lightning traveling through your every vein, setting your nerves on fire. Your cunt grips harder on his cock, releasing your juices against his body.

“Ah, Keigo, please. Cum in me, cum f’me.” Your pleas feel like heaven on his ears, making Hawks shut his eyes and let himself release in you.

Everything becomes white noise as Hawks paints your insides white, strips of cum mixing with your juices. It’s messy, and so intimate. He lets his breathing come back to normal before leaving you empty, with a dirty slurp noise.

Your eyes are closer, hair gluing against your sweaty forehead. He thinks you look like a painting, and he hopes he never forgets such an image.

“Did so good f’me.” He mumbles, placing kisses on your cheek. You grin, hands cupping his cheeks. “Missed ya when I was away.”

“Did you now?”

“Yeah. ‘M not just saying that either.”

You smile, looking up at him with fucked out eyes.

“Good. Missed you too.”

He starts to get up, in order to clean the mess you made and take you to your bedroom. You stop him, delicate hands pulling on his strong arms.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, please?”

Hawks considers for a few seconds, realizing there’s nothing on earth he could deny you.

“Sure, kid.”

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #keigo x you #keigo smut

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bots-and-cons · 3 months

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Hiii! I haven't been requesting anything from you for ages! But here I am with angst request.

Basically how would Wheeljack, Breakdown and Predaking react to their favorite teenage human, who always was seen as that ball of sunshine always smiled or laughed whenever they were near them, or kept them cheered up after failed missions. Just to see that readed slowly starts to lose that shining personality fading into the quiet, low self-esteem shadow of themself, no more laughs and cheering up yk. And just one day never coming to base and finding out from Kids that the reader just permanently moved out far away from Jasper Nevada without any explaination with no saying goodbyes, or answering any calls.

You're always allowed to just simply not write that request if it's too uncomfortable for you.

Don't force yourself into writing that request fast take your time! And I hope you have a nice day or afternoon or night!

Baiii.｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

A/N: Nice to have you back :D I decided to do HCs for this, since it’s always the easier way and I just felt like it fit this better than scenarios, because of the longer time frame. Also, platonic since you asked for the reader to be a teenager. This ended up kinda angsty, but I’m not really surprised given what you asked for. Sorry I cut out Breakdown, seems to have become a bad habit of mine lately

~Predaking~

•Predaking was very protective of you from the very beginning, because you showed him kindness even when he wasn’t quite sentient yet and ever since he transformed for the first time too

•Also he doesn’t really have any actual hatred for humans

•Sure he thinks they’re inferior and weak, but that’s more like pity than hatred

•Anyway, that doesn’t really apply to you, because he actually knows you, so you’re like a whole different thing from the rest of humanity

•You were always so bright and even when your light started to dim, you were still always kind to him and the others

•You started getting quieter and visibly less joyful

•Predaking of course took note of this, because all he’s ever known you to be is a happy, bright, joyful person, so the change is pretty drastic in the end

•It happens gradually, you start talking less and less, and when you did, you always seemed tired and not really interested

•Predaking doesn’t really know what to do about it, because his emotional skills are not very well developed yet, you can’t really learn that kind of stuff from a database after all

•He thought maybe he should let you be, because he didn’t want to make you feel worse

•Eventually you started coming to the Nemesis less and less, before you finally stopped all together

•Predaking tried to get in contact with you after he didn’t hear from you for a week, he asked Soundwave to locate you

•He refused, because he had more important things to do apparently, so Preadaking wasn’t really left with many choices with how to get in contact with you

•Actually he was left with just one, he decided to go to where you lived

•He just landed in the middle of the street and looked in your window

•There were no curtains and he could see that the room was totally empty

•You were gone, you’d left and he had no idea where you’d gone

•Predaking tried but he could never find you, you were gone and there was this odd emptiness in his chest

•He’d lost his best and only friend and he now regretted that he never said anything to you when he noticed you deteriorating

~Wheeljack~

•Jackie didn’t really notice it at the time, but you were going downhill at a steady pace

•When he started thinking back on it after you left, he had seen you getting worse, but there had been so many things going on he hadn’t really had time for you

•Ever since he met you, you had always been so happy and it seemed like nothing could get you down

•But eventually the fear got to be too much, you were so tired of being scared of the decepticons all the time

•You started to wither away, but you never talked to anyone about it, Jackie was very regretful he didn’t notice

•You stopped going to school and barely ever left your home

•Your parents noticed this, they thought you were getting bullied or something, so they decided a move to another town would be best

•You didn’t fight them on it, you had no reason to

•You wanted to get away from the autobots, because if you weren’t with them, the decepticons would have no reason to target you

•It’s not like you hated them, not at all, Jackie was a great friend and it sucked you had to leave them behind, but you couldn’t live like that anymore

•The constant terror was killing you, you were so stressed and exhausted, and you had to get away from it

•You never told Jackie that you would be moving away, you couldn’t, you didn’t want to, because you knew he would try to change your mind

•You left and the bots found out when the kids heard about it in school

•Jackie did want to go find you and talk to you about it, but in the end he didn’t want to trample on what you had decided

•There must have been a reason you didn’t want him to know where you were going, why you left, but he could never figure it out

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #wheeljack #decepticons #predaking #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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littlelonelyone · 1 year

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All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him, had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck, when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his, lifting his head in the process. Her hand going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment, trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily, before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him, her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair making her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss, “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed and she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under this spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel the parts of him I never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me, George being the kind of person he was to me, wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued expertly fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and they couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader fic #harry potter #my fic #smut #x reader #teasing

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writing-till-i-am-dead · 3 months

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Tyben oneshot

Simple, but fluff

Tyler sat cross legged on the floor next to Ben who was sitting on the bed. All the others went out to run errands, leaving Tyler and Ben hanging out together.

The two don’t usually hang out alone. Tyler does like Ben. He’s quiet and easy to get along with (hard to believe he’s related to Aiden). And Ben found Tyler to be friendly enough, though rather intimidating.

Ben sat on his bed and was fidgeting with the tuners on his guitar.

Tyler tapped on the wall, the silence feeling stifling.

“So, uh.. you play guitar?” Tyler asked gruffly.

Ben looked over at him and hesitated before nodding.

“What can you play?”

Ben looked at the guitar for a moment before awkwardly strumming Happy Birthday on the guitar.

“Is.. that all?” Tyler asked, tilting his head.

Ben looked down in disappointment and Tyler quickly jumped.

“Uh, I mean, it was really good! I’m guessing you’re still learning? Impressive!”

Ben hesitated and looked up at Tyler and held up the guitar slightly.

“Are you asking if I play?”

Ben nodded.

“When I was really little. But I was always better at sports than music.”

Ben offered him the guitar. Tyler hesitated before taking it and held it the wrong way, getting a small chuckle out of Ben.

“Ya, all right. Sorry for judging you for only playing Happy Birthday. I have no idea what I’m doing,” Tyler said with a grin.

Ben sat next to him and helped Tyler hold it correctly, then helped him position his hands.

“Oh, uh.. thanks..” Tyler said awkwardly, turning his head to avoid eye contact.

Ben smiled ever so slightly. He always found Tyler’s frustration with everything oddly endearing, but also concerning. Tyler reminded him of how he was when his vocal cords were destroyed. Ben just had to hope Tyler doesn’t ever have something similar that will throw him off the deep end and turn him into a violent person.

Aggressive and violent were two different things..

“Ok, I think it’s coming back to me..” Tyler said and played an out of tune Smoke on the Water. “Or.. not..”

Ben snickered and helped him tune the guitar, his hand brushing against Tyler’s shoulder.

“Hm..” Tyler murmured, attempting to play the song again and failing. “Do you wanna try?”

Ben nodded and took the guitar from him and played the song.

“That was actually pretty good,” Tyler commented. “Um.. n-not that it’s surprising!” he tried to say quickly when he noticed the look Ben gave him.

Ben smiled and shook his head in amusement before warming up with Hot Crossed Buns on the guitar and moving on to Jackson (though much slower with pauses in between).

“Oh, Johnny Cash,” Tyler commented. “Good taste, for a northerner,” he said with a sharp grin.

Ben croaked out a laugh and bumped his shoulder against Tyler’s.

“I’m gonna have to take you out to play baseball with me since you’re showing me guitar. You ever play?”

Ben shook his head.

I played basketball in elementary school he typed on his phone.

“I never liked basketball. Or soccer. Or even football. Baseball is.. really the only sport I enjoy.”

Ben laid back on the bed to stretch out.

I tried out baseball once. Nearly got hit in the head he typed out.

Tyler laughed and laid down next to him. “I got hit in the head with a basketball!”

Ben chuckled and strummed his fingers on the guitar.

“Did you start playing guitar as a form of getting out your passion of music because you can’t sing?”

The strumming stopped and Tyler wanted to kick himself.

“Shit, Ben, I-I’m sorry-“ he said gruffly, quickly sitting up. He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know where that.. I didn’t mean.. ugh..”

Ben didn’t move for a moment before slowly sitting up as well. He placed a hand on Tyler’s shoulder and attempted a reassuring smile.

Tyler quickly looked away.

You are right Ben typed. It is to be able to get out my desire to play music.

Tyler stared at the message, suddenly feeling guilty.

“I play baseball for my anger issues..” Tyler said gruffly. “I.. I can’t play basketball or soccer or even football because I’m too violent. With baseball, though.. I can take all my anger out on the ball..” he slowly looked up at Ben. “So, if you play guitar to get out your need to play music, and I play baseball to get out my anger.. I guess that something we do have in common..”

Ben blinked in surprise before slowly smiling and looking down. He let out a small laugh and leaned ever so slightly on Tyler, which caused him to jump.

He was about to push him away, tell him that he didn’t like anyone being that close besides his sister. But upon seeing Ben’s face, a look of melancholy and exhaustion, he didn’t. Ben was.. a lot like him. The anger issues (though Ben was better at hiding his), them only getting their true wants through their hobbies, their protectiveness over the people they care about (especially family).

Tyler found it oddly nice how similar he and Ben were.

Suddenly the door burst open, causing both of them to jump up.

“We’re back from our errands!” Aiden exclaimed.

Ashlyn followed in from behind him. “Do you have to shout..?” she murmured.

Logan and Taylor entered after them and Taylor smiled. “Hey, Tyler! Hey, Ben! Sorry we left you guys here for so long! You guys have fun?”

The two awkwardly looked at each other but smiled ever so slightly before nodding.

“Ya..” Tyler said. “We had a good time..”

#school bus graveyard #Sbg #tyler sbg #tyler hernandez #Ben sbg #ben clark #Ben x tyler #Tyler x ben #Tyben #Tyben sbg #fanfic #Oneshot #sbg fanfic

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Gamer Girly - part 1

modern AU • suguru geto x reader

reader, geto, & friends are all the same age around 20 in 2017 or so

You found yourself getting into video games once you got to college. You got a boyfriend your freshman year shortly after getting to school and not adjusting to the distance from home. He wouldn’t stop bothering you about one date so you finally gave in, and ended up sort of liking how nerdy and clingy he was. He stayed in the dorms a lot, playing a wide variety of video games and you weren’t looking to go meet people by yourself, so you just stayed with him. You learned some things and on the rare occasion - he’d let you play. Mostly concerned about you messing up his progress, he let you try games like Fortnite, Fall Guys, Lego Star Wars, Fallout, and GTA.

Once sophomore year came around you had made a good amount of friends on campus and joined a few clubs. One of them being the e-sports club, but your boyfriend insisted he didn’t want to be in a club or be friends with “those type of people.” Being a decently attractive girl, you turned quite a few heads as you became well acquainted with the members of the club. You sat by a girl named Utahime who seemed nice enough and you chatted about types of games you like.

A lot of the meeting was people talking about their scores and goals, their Twitch and Discord content and throwing out their usernames to try to get a few more follows. As a relatively new gamer, you hadn’t previously used Twitch or Discord, but you had watched a few streams on tiktok and YouTube. You decided to download the apps on your phone and check them out when you got home.

As you walk into your boyfriends apartment after the meeting, you know he has his headset on and can’t hear you coming from where he is in his bedroom. You always were wary of this because of course you don’t want to scare him, but this time his tone seems different.

“Yeah man, she’s just changed. She’s trying so hard to be someone she’s not and wants to be the most popular girl on campus or some shit,” he groans to his friends and you can sense him rolling his eyes. You still near the door of his room to see who he is talking about and if he’ll spill more.

“No, Toji, I’m telling you she changed. She’s started drinking and trying to be girly. She got her nails painted pink and bought one of those annoying-ass pink cat ear headsets for her setup.”

Your jaw drops, looking down at your manicures bubblegum pink nails that you splurged on for some self care the week before classes started. He’s complaining to his deadbeat friend Toji about you. You still try to give him the benefit of the doubt and continue to listen while pulling out your phone and starting a video so you have evidence of him saying this.

“Man, I’m just saying that I don’t think she’s worth being tied down to anymore. Yeah her head is amazing but I can only handle so much. I’m sure she’s throwing herself at other guys in-between classes anyways.”

Your eyes start to water. You’ve been dating for 9 months and this is how he feels about you? Sure, you didn’t think you would get married, but you at least didn’t think he’d objectify and talk about you behind your back.

You leave his spare key on the counter and walk out the door with a slam, not caring if he heard or not. Ending the video and wiping your eyes you start the walk back to your apartment a few blocks away. As you’re passing your favorite coffee shop/bakery you see Utahime walk out, with a fruity pink drink that looks refreshing.

She says “hey y/n!” before she sees your slightly puffy eyes and distraught demeanor. You give the usual “white person smile” as you would to a stranger making unusually long eye contact in the grocery store before looking back down at your feet. She jogs a little to catch up to you and asks if you have plans for the evening, not wanting to pry into your personal matters (for now) as she just met you tonight.

“I was just on my way back to my apartment, I was going to check out some Twitch streams I think seeing as everyone in the club meeting was talking about it,” you say trying to fake a good attitude the best you can.

“Would you be interested in coming over to my place to do that? I think I may have a little more experience than you and I’d be happy to show you some of my favorite streamers!” Utahime grins and you have a hard time saying no, as you need to make some more friends to fill up the time your soon-to-be ex had taken up in your life.

“Sure, I can swing by my place and grab some wine if you’re interested,” you respond with a slight grin, eyebrows raised.

You and Utahime walk for a few minutes, realizing you live in the same building just a few floors apart from each other so you had never met. You grab your laptop, two bottles of wine, and your vape from your apartment before you head over to hers. Not before you take a moment to rip 2 photos of you and your boyfriend off the fridge.

“Pink or white?” You ask Utahime.

“Hmmm, whatever you don’t want,” she smiles back as you both settle on to her couch with her holding two wine glasses.

You glance down to the cheap bottles, the best you can get since you’re only 19. You hand her the rosé and opt to keep the Sauvignon Blanc for yourself. Ignoring the wine glass she set for you on the coffee table, you crack the screw top open and take a swig from the bottle.

She puts on an adult animated tv show on in the background and starts to show you her twitch, discord, and steam profiles. You notice you have a similar liking for games and she adds you as a friend on pretty much every social media and gaming platform. Her bubbly chatter takes your mind off your shitty boyfriend and so does the half of bottle of wine you’ve drank.

She helps you create your discord and twitch, making your username the same as your gamer tag already “sillygoose69”. Yeah sure, it’s a little immature but you’re not the most creative and wanted to be a little funny. Utahime gets a notification on her phone and gasps, “oh my god, my favorite streamer just got one we have to watch. I’m sorry but he’s just so beautiful.”

She opens up her own computer and logs in to show a beautiful man that is just starting up his stream and getting situated. He has a man bun with a little piece of bang sticking out. (you haven’t really seen a man wear his hair like that but hell, it’s working for him) he’s scanning the chat saying good evening and has the most adorable smile and silky voice.

Utahime’s voice snaps you out of your infatuation with the man and says “I know right?!” Realizing you blushed over a random ass man you giggle and say “Wow he’s like perfect?!”

“Just wait till you see his gaming, dear lord,” she groans.

“I’m just waiting for Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami to join the party and then were going to play some no builds.” The man says, whose username is “cursed_monkey_420”. You smirk at the thought of someone else having a hard time creating their gamer tag.

You log in and give him your first follow on Twitch and join his discord. Adding a cute profile picture of you holding up a piece sign from a beach trip over the summer, thinking ‘could he possibly notice me?’.

You can’t help but be a little crazy, you haven’t seen a guy like him around but maybe that’s because your deadbeat boyfriend was holding you back.

You take the last few swigs of your bottle of wine and look at Utahime.

“After the meeting this afternoon I accidentally walked in on my boyfriend talking shit about me.”

Her jaw drops at how casually you say it, refilling her wine glass so she just had emptied her bottle as well. “Fuck him,” she says and then hits your vape.

You nod, “I took a video as evidence, left his key on his kitchen counter, and am thinking about just blocking him on everything and ghosting him.” You say smugly wondering if that is too psychotic.

You hear the stream in the background still warming up as @ cursed_monkey_420 says “thank you for the follow sillygoose69! Nice username,” and he snickers, you can’t tell if that was sarcasm or not.

Utahime raises her eyebrows at you and shrugs. “I’m not one to give relationship advice but it seems like you’re handling it well so maybe you should just ghost him.”

You check your phone notifications for the first time since arriving at her house and see a missed call from your now ex and a text saying “do we need to talk?”

You text back, “no we don’t need to talk ever again. thank you for wasting 9 months of mine, I hope the head was worth it.”

You hit send grimacing at his words from earlier and take a screenshot of the chat, then proceeding to block his phone number, Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook.

“You good?” Utahime questions as you’ve been silently on your phone for a few minutes looking pretty devious. You show her the texts and him being blocked and she throws her head back with a laugh.

At this point the so called Nanami, Shoko, and Gojo have joined the stream and they load into their squad fortnite game.

They’re pretty good but more than anything, they are absolutely hilarious. The type of people you’d love to spend an evening with. They call the original host of the stream “Geto” and engage with the chat while getting a battle royale win. The girl, Shoko, is probably the best of the 4 with Nanami definitely not wanting to be a part of this but somehow got dragged along. It seems like Gojo may be the ringleader of sorts but Geto is the most sincere, friendly, mild tempered. You look him up on Instagram and give him a follow there as well, just to see his pretty face some more. You doubt he’d notice, with over 15,000 followers.

You notice yourself yawning and start packing up your things, drunk Utahime stalking all Geto’s accounts and sprawled on the couch. “I’ll see you around soon?” You ask her. She nods, “yes! Do you wanna get lunch this weekend?” You look back as you open the door, “sure! Just text me.”

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A/N: time skip : about 9 months, the summer between sophomore and junior year

reader is about 4 months from turning 21.

In the past school year, a lot has happened.

Well hindsight not that much but it has felt like it! You starting tuning into Geto’s streams every evening, even buying a tshirt from his merch collection. Utahime started dating a guy from the esports club who really is a great guy but meant she couldn’t obsess over Geto anymore. The less the merrier??

You dyed part of your hair pink, started smoking a bit of weed in your free time, and mostly played video games with Utahime and her boyfriend Haibara. You three got really good and entered some local competitions and did really well.

Since you didn’t have school to focus on, you were a lot more active on discord and in Geto’s fan community. On a late night stream he said he was looking for a moderator now that he’s getting bigger in the community and that there was a way to apply through his page. You texted Utahime, who you knew was watching.

‘do you think I should do it?’

‘girl if you don’t I won’t forgive you.’

‘fine. starting it now. can I list you as a reference?? lol jk’

‘Haibara said maybe you’ll be able to have your own streaming channel if you get good’

You stare at your phone screen with your nose turned up. ‘I don’t want to be a streamer, do you see how the men objectify Shoko?’

‘ah yes. because being objectified is worse than making shit tons of money.’

You leave Utahime on read after that last text and work on the application not really taking it seriously.

About a week later you get a notification saying, “cursed_monkey_420 has sent you a message”

Your eyes just about pop out of your head and you send Utahime a screenshot of your Lock Screen.

‘Hi sillygoose (: I reviewed your moderator application and would love to chat if you have some time!’

‘omg hi! that’s awesome, feel free to text me if that works best for you? - y/n xxx-xxx-xxxx’

You set your phone down expecting to get a text eventually as you clean your kitchen when your phone starts vibrating from a phone number you don’t have saved. It’s a local area code to your college so you figure you should answer it anyways.

“Hello?” You answer in a sing songy voice

“Hi, is this y/n?” You instantly recognize his voice and nearly drop your phone.

“Yeah- yeah, It’s me!” Trying best to keep some composure you sit on your couch holding the phone.

“Hey, it’s so nice to speak with you. I received your application and well I must say I’m a little surprised someone like you would be interested.”

You pause for a second, confused, “why would someone like me not be interested?”

“Because you seem so normal and not the gaming type,” he says pretty matter of factly.

You scoff, “please, I’ve watched your streams like every day for the past 9 months.” Suddenly realizing how embarrassing that sounds your cheeks turn red but nobody is there to see them.

“Oh I know.”

“You know…?”

“Of course, I thought your username was cute and just happened to remember it. And you like all of my Instagram posts.” His voice is so smooth, he is just so painfully attractive and smooth. Meanwhile, you couldn’t flirt if your life depended on it and are mortified by his awareness.

“Oh yeah that’s me,” you awkwardly chuckle trying to stay calm.

“Listen, I think you’d be great for this role, would you want to have a private zoom meeting with me to go over everything?”

“I would love that,” you say probably too eagerly, and he lets out what sounds like a sigh of relief.

“I’ll text you my availability and you let me know what works for you,” he says and you think you hear Gojo in the background screaming about ice cream or something.

“That sounds great!”

“Thank you y/n, I’ll talk with you soon.”

Oh my god. He said your name. Your first name. It sounded like sweet silky honey and sent shivers down your spine. Did you just get horny from a two minute phone call?

master list for other parts

ty for reading, reblogs appreciated 💜

#geto suguru #jjk #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #jjk x reader #utahime iori #jujutsu kaisen #out of context discord #jjk x reader smut #geto #geto smut #jjk smut #jjk men

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winterrlunarhalo · 2 months

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At a party with everyone I’ve ever known and I immediately know that this is a dream.

That’s easily remedied. I shake myself awake and try to throw myself off the drinks table. It hasn’t worked. Except I see a group of my friends (could I even call these people my friends anymore?) talking about how every three seconds a baby is born. My brain has gone into a whir of 1 2 3 born 1 2 3 born 1 2 3 born.

I walk around the room and try to rearrange groups. Now what would be the criteria? Do I group people on the basis of what age they knew me at? Do I group them on the basis of whether they know how I got the gash on my forehead? Or do I group them based on how I act around them? This is mortifying.

Once a month light refuses to pass through my body and I ignore all the messages I get. Right now we make eye contact across the room and you know so much about me and yet not enough. I thought being in your vicinity will make things so much easier but you are not who you usually are in my head. I remember telling her once about how I wrote something about being my own tragedy when I was 16 and we make eye contact and laugh because as corny as it was, it still holds true to this day to some extent.

We are standing at the corner of the room and you both are questioning everyone I know. A part of me is defensive but deep down I agree fully. See, most of my life I went through with the dire need of being liked, never questioning once whether I even liked. Instead I landed up with you both, who saw me at my worst and decided to stay and love the fuck out of me. I’m seeing the world in double now and the entire room is spinning and it feels like someone has set my brain on a spinning top and in one of the visions we are back in that kitchen and I’m heating up food made for one, for three.

Anyway back to the party, I am handing out vol-au-vents I learned how to make on a whim for a beach birthday, and some of these people desperately need to leave. The sun is almost up and I can feel my senses come alive. I don’t yet know what you look like but I am sure I will once I see you. I check your horoscope before mine because I’m just that pathetic and I know it doesn’t matter in the big scheme of things but hey, can’t hurt to be wary. You help me rush out the people I don’t want in here anymore, and it’s nice (and so scary) that you know me this well.

Now I’m at a party with the people I love and now I’m anxious for entirely different reasons. I don’t think there will ever be a way for me to let them know that I love them. My mouth aligns and curves to say I love them but it ends up coming out as a joke or a slight nudge against them. I also realized that I’m bad at writing for the people that mean the most to me, which is so …? Writing is the one thing I can do?

The sheer act of placing a piece of my heart that is you for you to peer over and finish with your cheeks turning into apples is so daunting to me. I still try. I still talk through most of it lest what I feel should bubble over and cover us both in it. Best believe my skin is going to be covered with laugh lines and crow’s feet in less than 20 years, a mark of fondness so unbearable that it left behind its stains. That doesn’t matter. None of this does.

Coming to terms with the fact that I have lived a life suffocating my lungs, barring it from truly breathing has occurred to me recently. At the first breath of oxygen my heart beat so loudly and fast that I was sure it was enough to power up my room. Consequently it learned that this is the way it’s going to be now, and that it doesn’t store up for the future. The sun is over the horizon and the sky is pink and there’s a nice hum settling into my bones as my spinning brain returns to equilibrium.

There’s music playing and I get pulled into all of us while dancing. Love was something that was supposed to happen to other people, according to a much younger me. I would meet her at a crossroad and tell her that love has happened to you and that its a joy to be “another person” and that it doesn’t have to be done alone.

It’s almost over. We will have to leave soon. And so we hold each other tightly and materialize us in pictures and frames and canvases as to say that I was here and you were here and please don’t forget that love was here. Love still is.

#brought to you by my vertigo #original writing #original post #love #friendship #i love my friends so much #and i miss them #everything hurts #everything is spinning #hand wrote this since I can’t stare into a screen #also brought to you by my pms #i need to sleep #platonic #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscorner #web weaving

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asvterias · 1 year

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𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗋 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋? ~ 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒

avatar masterlist

Warnings: Jealous!Kiri, Mutal Pining, Kinda!OOC!Kiri & Heated Makeout

Pairings: Aged up!Kiri x Fem!Metkayina!Reader (both 17)

Genres: Friends to Lovers, Tuk & Tsireya being sneaky matchmakers, The Sully family being supportive, Kiri and [Name] oblivious acting like a couple & Happy ending for us sapphics

Summary: Newcomers seek refuge in a different habitat and learn the oceanic na’vi ways while creating new friends along the way; maybe [Name] discovers non-platonic feelings for a certain omatikaya girl. All it took was one self-righteous metkayina boy to boost his one-sided proclaimed love for [Name] for Kiri to express her feelings towards her crush/best friend.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Author’s Note: There’s definitely a part 2 coming out! My first time writing for avatar way of water, so the characters might be a bit ooc. Here are some kiri writers who boosted me for actually writing for Kiri: @qvrcll @aokoaoi @eywasru @inmyfxith @kiris-wife @only4reya @notkody-ig @kirislovelygf @neytiriswife @livelaughloak @xrollingmyeyesx @eywamygoddesswrites

Tag List: @n7cje @lvtilzs @ksava10 @human-cacti @unreaonablysapphic @mozzarellasticksaredope @ihonestlydontknowwhattonamethis

Glossary: skxawng – moron

it was unusual, to say the least. seeing another clan from a different tribe land on your home to seek refuge in your homeland. after ronal blatantly insulted the newcomers by their physiques and accused them of being sky demons claiming them to be not true na’vi.

tonowari was sympathetic enough to lend a helping hand, accepting their invitation to pursue uturu in his home.

“my daughter, tsireya, and her friend, [name] will escort you to your home.” he identifies the two young girls as they reveal themselves with vibrant grins. “and after you settled in, my son ao’nung will accompany them in training your children.”

“come on,” tsireya grinned, already picking up one of their belongings as you followed along in tow, “follow us!” and with that, the family of six swiftly followed behind you and tsireya. the journey wasn’t that much of a walk, the pathway was sewn carefully over the open sea. apparently, the youngest child found joy in jumping instead of walking the whole way there.

you opened the entrance to the empty mauri, inviting the family inside as well as tsireya. “home sweet home.” resting down their belongings.

“we’ll let you get settled in before we start our practices.” you smiled, catching the young female na’vi gaze locked onto you. upon being caught, her ears flickered down in embarrassment as she quickly diverted her eyes elsewhere.

luckily, her brothers were covering your line of eyesight onto her halfway.

unknowingly, a smile arose on your lips, and to your surprise, the omatikaya girl managed to hold eye contact and shyly wave at you. you could’ve tell that a smile was ghosting her lips when you waved back.

her name is kiri, you remembered. one of her brothers exclaimed her name on the way here.

kiri.

kiri is a very pretty name.

jake nodded proudly in acknowledgment, trying to be optimistic and sincerely grateful, “yeah, this is great, this will do.” whereas his mate, neytiri seemingly disagreed, dropping the rug on the floor and sighing heavily.

knowing that your presence was no longer required, you tugged onto your friend’s forearm, pulling her out of their mauri, and left the family to do their bidding. while walking beside your best friend, tsireya nudges you on the shoulder. “seems like someone has a new admirer.”

“seems that i’m not the only one,” you reminded her, your mind, replaying back to the interaction with lo’ak and tsireya when they first arrived; him greeting her and her intensely blushing. “his name is lo’ak, am i correct?”

that sly comment earned you a harsh nudge to your side. “so i am right!” you exclaimed in victory. perhaps, new faces were just what you needed, nonetheless, eywa was always full of surprises.

a few months had passed by and the sully family had become accustomed to your oceanic culture. during the training of the children, you grew closer to kiri and absentmindedly you peeked at her interests, allowing her to come out of her shell. her peculiar personality was the first thing that truly intrigued you into becoming friends with her. she was more reserved, quiet, soft-hearted, and observant, unlike the rest of her siblings who were outgoing and loud.

after spending sufficient quality time with you, she decided to open up about her forest life; the RDA, her mother grace augustine, and more importantly, her connection towards ewya.

you grinned in thought as you listened in contentment as kiri passionately spoke about her forest life. the way that kiri would ramble on for hours, and you wouldn’t have a care in the world. you had been harboring these romantic feelings for a while now, but never had a moment of peace to proceed with a confession.

at first, you assumed that you were just eager to be in kiri’s embrace, not distinguishing the excessive affection that was given by each other. for instance, holding hands developed into endless kisses on the cheek, and night walks on the beach turned to sneaking around and stargazing enveloped in each other’s arms.

your unannounced situationship with the sully girl convinced everyone around that you two were dating but they never confirmed it with either of you.

homosexual couples were common amongst na’vi clans and they were openly accepted, so that was one less thing to fuss about.

she surprisingly even brought up the topic of someone named ‘spider’. now that brought you out of wonderland and reality knocked you in the face. it was finally starting to make sense. of course, she would have a boyfriend back at home. kiri was one of the most undoubtedly beautiful na’vi girls that you’ve ever laid your eyes upon in your entire life.

you had been a complete fool for having a lingering thought of kiri hoping that she was single. her liking boys and not girls crushed your spirit, you weren’t gonna lie.

who was spider? what did he look like? was he good enough by your expectations to be kiri’s boyfriend?

the sully girl also didn’t fail to include what species spider was.

a human?

a human living amongst us?!

it was his kind that brought continuous downfall to pandora and they allow him to roam free in their forest.

kiri was certain that you had many questions, begging to be answered, probably mainly about spider.

“oh…are you dating spider?” you asked in curiosity, tilting your head slightly, your baby blue doe eyes gazing at her. noticing how her body language immediately changed and you could’ve sworn to ewya that the chill in the air came to a halt. “i apologize if that’s too straightforward, you don’t have to answ–“

truth be told, you wished that she was single and your confession wouldn’t make things more awkward than they need to be.

her cheeks flushed in surprise, pupils widening and ears perking up at your sudden inquiry. even her tail swished vigorously in confusion, “no, spider is like a brother to me and besides….” kiri gently shuffled closer, your legs now touching, and made the initiation to hold hands, which thankfully, you returned back, “i think that ewya has blessed me with another.”

at that moment, your beady eyes connected with her yellow ones, holding a communication that goes beyond words and actions. she was your safe haven and you just prayed to ewya that you were hers as well.

“i have to tell you something.” your voice came out in a whisper, pulling away from your conjoined hands to avoid the quizzical stare in her eyes. you couldn’t look her in her eye with a bold face so you settled with diverting your perspective elsewhere as if it would numb the upcoming rejection. reluctantly your stare was placed onto her once again. “just please, promise me that we’ll still be friends after this.”

to be honest, kiri was quite scared of your declaration and a frown quickly embedded on her face. your face fell, gathering that she was jumping to conclusions already assuming the worst possibilities. “not it’s not bad, it’s just probably how you will react to the revelation.” you worked rapidly to regain yourself from a blemish misinterpretation. the frown disperses and speedily replaced with a small smile, which was mindful of the doubts.

kiri nodded along, kindly ushering you with your statement and her hand hovering over yours to grasp it in reassurance at any given moment.

she was such a sweetheart.

that’s what you loved liked about kiri. she was always so understanding and patient with people, wasting no time comforting the people that she loved.

your beginning words were replaced with someone else’s; “yo! what are you guys doing?!” lo’ak’s voice rang out, ruining your moment with kiri. kiri closed her eyes in irritation and her lips tightened in a firm line at her brother for having the worst timing possible.

this time another voice rang out. “kiri, it’s time to return home.” it was neyetam as he greeted you with a warm wave and smile.

“can’t you see that i’m busy?” annoyance flashed through her facial features as she looked at her oldest brother.

despite his interruption, kiri knew that neyetam meant well and that he cared for her well-being. and lo’ak, just wanted to interrupt you for the fun of it.

“it’s fine, i’ll see you later, kiri.” you walked past her, your fingers lingering on hers before quickly squeezing her hand in a gentle embrace. unexpectedly a gush of confidence overcame you, bringing your lips to her cheek for a semi-quick peck. hearing surprised gasps from her siblings only produced a dark hue of blue from kiri.

your lips were everything that kiri dreamed of. although it wasn’t a big smooch, just a tiny peck, yet, she still cherished it in her heart. she just hoped that her flustered state didn’t radiate onto you, which could’ve caused her a whole amount of embarrassment.

you excused yourself from her siblings and headed towards your mauri to finalize the day.

“you couldn’t just wait for a few more minutes, could you?” her hand drifts to her side after lightly touching her cheek, specifically the area that you kissed in astonishment.

“no! why? so you lovebirds could finally get some kisses in.” lo’ak taunts. “hey, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to get one on the lips next time!”

she attempted to shove lo’ak harshly, ignoring his cackles of laughter. “shut up, you skxawng!” completing her signature style as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.

even though her body language displayed irritation, it didn’t cease the butterflies in her stomach from overgrowing, her mind repeating the proximity and your cute shudder before you allowed yourself to kiss her on the cheek.

then kiri got to thinking about her brother’s snide comment; you’ll be able to get one on her lips next time!

will there ever be a next time?

will there be another opportunity for you to kiss her on the lips away from prying eyes?

eventually, the siblings of four made their way back home, arriving back just in time as neytiri was placing dinner on the table.

“so, how was your day?”

tuk beamed. “it was great, tsireya let me feed the ilu again and we searched for shells and created necklaces.” for evidence, she pulled out a beautiful strewn together necklace, unintentionally shoving the jewelry in her parents’ faces.

“this is quite the beauty, tuk.” neytiri compliments her daughter’s craftsmanship.

“kiri,” neytiri turned to her eldest daughter, “how was your day?”

at the sound of her name being called, she looked up and stopped playing with her food. kiri opened her mouth to talk but was interrupted, yet again.

“are you guys dating?” tuk was always upfront about her questions. kiri was just lucky that tuk didn’t spill the beans about her having a crush on you.

“who?” neyetam was lost but the brotherly protective manner came instinctively.

“kiri and [name], obviously, teyam. they’re always together.” lo’ak butted in the conversation. “you don’t see one without the other.”

jake looked at kiri. “wait, isn’t [name] a girl?” then he looked at his mate, “or i just didn’t get the gist.”

“yes, ma jake. [name]’s a girl and so is kiri.” neytiri affirmed her husband. “which by the way, we have no problem with.” her last statement was directed to kiri, quickly glancing at her teen daughter.

“well, i overheard [name] talking to tsireya about making kiri a necklace and also something about a confession.” the youngest sully explained with a mouth full making all heads turn to her.

“tuk! it’s not good to eavesdrop….and chew with your mouth closed.”

“that’s the part that you choose to focus on, sis: tuk eavesdropping on a conversation.” lo’ak deadpanned.

“it was none of your business, tuk.” kiri managed to contain her excitement from showing on her expression wanting to keep you out of her family’s limelight tonight.

“oh please, we all know that you wish to kiss [name].” lo’ak teases kiri, and to emphasize his point, he hugged himself and puckered up his lips, beginning to make annoying kissing noises.

tuk giggled slightly at her older brother’s antics as neyetam rolled his eyes and continued eating his partition of food.

“you’re no different, lo’ak.” neyetam defended his sister, reminding his brother of his crush as well. now experiencing embarrassment, lo’ak abruptly stopped and continued to chow down on his food.

“can we please stop talking about [name]?” kiri’s voice was unusually calm despite her whole family knowing about you and your status in her life. her family muttered in agreement, lo’ak lesser than the others.

still not being satisfied by her family’s behavior, her desire to be alone expanded by a million. “i’m going to sleep early, good night, everyone. the food was good as always, mom.” kiri rose from her seat and left the table, heading towards her room.

once kiri was out of earshot, tuk snuggled up between her parents and spoke, “i don’t know why kiri’s so mad, i’m just being honest.”

“sweetheart,” jake urged his youngest child, “tell me more about this [name].” just as tuk was about to respond, neytiri slapped him upside his head as she shakes her head disapprovingly.

“just trying to make sure that my babygirl’s in good hands, is that a crime?”

“sure use that excuse.” neytiri huffed, also leaving her seat and venturing off toward her daughter’s room. knocking softly at the blanket that served as a door as neytiri awaited kiri’s permission to enter.

“who is it?” her voice was soft, barely audible.

“it’s your mom.”

there was a pregnant silence before kiri replied. “come on in.”

kiri adjusted her position on her makeshift bed, sitting crisscrossed as neytiri joins her on the bed, doing the same position.

“i can’t explain it…” kiri sighs, looking down and playing with her fingers, “it’s like every time that i spend time with her or learn more about her, i feel myself drifting closer towards her…like my connection to eywa. i don’t want to let go of my affection for her, my heart won’t allow me to. i want to confess to [name] tomorrow but i’m scared of her reaction of how she might take it. i really really do like her mom, i don’t wanna scare her away. she’s one of the people who doesn’t make me feel like a freak and that i can just be myself whenever.”

her mother analyzes her mini confession very thoroughly and kiri almost thought that she had silenced her mom by her ranting. “mom?”

“you should confess tomorrow, but you’re underestimating your admiration for [name] and before you confess tomorrow, ask yourself, do you truly love or like her? trust me when i say that they are very different.” by the end of her sentence, she had tucked kiri into bed, placing a braid behind her sensitive ear. “sleep well, ma kiri.” she kissed her forehead and left the room.

now neytiri’s question wavered in kiri’s mind: did she truly love or like you?

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar kiri #kiri sully #kiri x fem!reader #kiri x reader #kiri x you #kiri x y/n #kiri sully x fem!reader #kiri sully x reader #kiri sully x you #kiri sully x y/n #kiri sully imagine

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