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mariasont · 3 days

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Ideas From a Book - A.H

a/n: im writing what i want !!!!!!!!!!!!! i have a gun kink SUE ME !!! if you don't like it don't read it !!!!!!!

anyhow HAPPY READING

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which hotch comes home to find you reading and draws some ideas from your lil romance book

warnings: 18+ MDNI, a lot going on here yall idk, gun going in ur vag, reader loves smut she's just like me fr, gun kink!, dirty talk, established relationship, yada yada

wc: 2.3k

When Hotch returned home from work, the ritual he had was comforting in its predictability: shedding his coat and shoes, setting down his briefcase, and locking up his gun. Then, he'd find you, as he always did, nestled into the couch, book in hand.

It was something he could count on, as reliable as the sun rising in the morning. Your bookshelf was a spectrum of genres--science fiction, poetry, mystery, historical, fantasy--name it, you've likely read it. Among these, he had noticed a trend--your favoritism for romance. It was fitting, as you've always been an ardent believer in fairytales and happy endings. It was a belief he intended to uphold, a fairytale ending he was set on creating for you.

The book you held today had a cover he didn't recognize. He cleared his throat, announcing his arrival. Your eyes met his in an instant, and he was struck anew by just how pretty you are. Effortlessly so. He told you as much, though you seldom accepted the compliment.

"Hi, handsome," you said, infusing your words with honey as you folded the corner of your page and laid the book aside. Spencer would scold you for that. "How was work?"

A shrug rolled off his shoulders, fingers working to loosen the tie that felt like a noose after a long day. Stepping further into the living room, he sighed, "Heavy with paperwork."

"That's no fun," you said, lips curving into a delicate pout.

It was an invitation he couldn't ignore. Leaning in, his hands found your face, and as your lips met, you giggled, pulling back just enough to study his face, the harsh lines under his eyes, reading the fatigue on his features like a well-thumbed novel.

"What are you reading?" he questioned, easing down next to you, the couch dipping to his weight.

You dodged his eyes, fingers absently fidgeting with your earlobe as you gave him a half-smile, tilting the book just enough so he couldn't catch the title.

"Just some romance book," you admitted, with a slight uptick in your voice. "Garcia recommended it."

He regarded you with a contemplative frown. Normally, a book you would have gone on for hours, detailing every character, plot twist, and subplot, dissecting its layers and intricacies in exhaustive detail.

Aaron watched as you placed the book on the side table, movements deliberate. You positioned yourself across his lip, a seemingly innocent distraction. It almost worked. Your soft thighs sinking into his calloused hands, as if they were crafted just for him. He recognized your ploy, though, giving your leg a squeeze a little tighter than necessary.

You leaned in, your breath tinged with the minty traces of your afternoon tea, a detail as intimate as any secret shared between lovers. He nipped at your lip, a gentle diversion, as his hand crept towards the book.

You wriggled in his hold, vying to get there first, but he was faster. Much faster at that, although you loved to challenge him on that. He secretly loved when you did. He loved you.

"What are you doing?" Your voice was rising in a panicked pitch. You stretched your hand out, trying to reclaim it, but he kept it just beyond reach.

Aaron's arm formed a band around you, effectively pinning your arms to your torso while you writhed within his grasp. A groan was stifled in his throat. "Quit that."

You smiled, a hint of tease in the curve of your lips and stilled. You were acutely aware of the effect you had on him, and it was a feat achieved with little effort.

"Why are you being so secretive about this?"

He nodded to the book. The cover was unassuming, black with a smattering of designs that sprawled across it. It looked like any other book you read.

"I'm not being secretive," you insisted, deliberately avoiding his probing gaze. "You're just being nosy."

"Oh, am I?" He couldn't help but laugh, nose crinkling as he dismissed the notion with a shake of his head.

You nodded, not saying anything in response. He thumbed through the book, opening it to a random page.

"Wait--," you pleaded, but his attention was already glued to the ink. You wrapped yourself around him, your face buried in the folds of his crisp dress shirt as you murmured into the fabric, "please don't."

His arm shifted from your waist to cradle the back of your neck. "Gasping at the cool metal of the gun running across my belly, I want him press it into my panties."

Your breath caught, warmth flooding your cheeks as you pressed your face deeper into his chest. "Aaron, stop."

But he didn't, of course, he was far too intrigued.

"Parting my legs, I roll into the metal. He runs it back and forth across my pussy, wetting it against the barrel to my entrance," He continued, wetting the pad of his thumb as he turned the page, eyes meeting yours.

He cocked an eyebrow as if waiting for your response. You didn't give him one, huffing a sigh as you plucked the book from his hands and flung it onto the cushions of the couch.

"Are you...into this?" He articulated each word with deliberate slowness, as if navigating a minefield. "This is a little intense."

You groan, tucking your chin down to your chest as you fought against the tingling sensation clawing up your spine.

"I don't know." The words tumbled out in a murmur, a feeble shield against the embarrassment flooding your senses.

It was the truth. You didn't know. Ink on a page was a far cry from reality. Nonetheless, your recent daydreams were filled with images of Aaron with his gun. God, forbid you see him on duty.

He shifted you off his lap, and you felt the corners of your mouth turn downward involuntarily. You watched his retreating figure vanish down the hall, your thoughts racing at breakneck speed, gripped by the fear that you had scared him off, that this was his tipping point.

The welling tears were poised to fall, but they paused as he came back into view. Holding his gun.

Your breath halted, a knot forming in your throat as you clumsily rose to your knees on the couch, your eyes wide and transfixed on him.

You watched, more like ogled, as he methodically removed the magazine, opening the action and ejecting the cartridges of the gun, putting the safety into place. Your throat felt dry. His advance towards you was predatory, a slow march that rekindled a well-known flutter in your stomach.

"Aaron?"

He stepped in front of you, the firearm dangling loosely at his side. You gazed up at him, peering through the shelter of your lashes.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this?"

You knew you said you didn't know if this was something you were into, yet here you were, retracting every syllable. Suddenly so incredibly turned on it almost hurt.

You nodded vigorously, your enthusiasm outpacing your self-awareness.

The look he gave you was one you recognized instantly, eliciting yet another soft pout before you gave in. "Yes, please, Aaron."

"Good girl," he said, making your heart skip a beat as he pressed the nose of the gun into your chest, forcing you backward. "Always so good for me."

You nodded again, even though there was no need to, but you weren't really focused on his words. You were focused on the gun pressing into your body, imagining it pressed against your clit, up your pussy.

"You're sure, um," you managed, trying to catch your breath, pausing in the middle of your sentence to clear your throat, "that all the safety stuff is on?"

You sounded dumb, you were aware, but all intellectual thoughts were out the window.

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound sending another wave of desire straight to your core. "Yes, baby, all of the safety stuff is on."

"Okay, good."

He pressed his lips to yours, the gun still flush against your chest, now grazing your nipple as you arched into him.

He pulled back only enough to speak into your mouth. "What's your safe word?"

"Mercy."

He hummed in response, fingers threading through your hair as he pushed the barrel of the gun down your stomach. You froze, a subtle gap forming between your lips as your eyes remained locked on the motion.

He brought his mouth to your ear, nipping at the skin lightly as he pushed the metal further down your body, lifting the hem of your shirt with it. You gasped at the feeling, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth as you tried to hide just how affected you were.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." It was immediate. Without hesitation.

He kissed your lips, gentle and unhurried, as if he was savoring the sensation, like he thought I might crumble under too much pressure. He might be right.

"Take these off."

His gun pressed against the waistband of your shorts. You didn't waste a second, lifting your hips and shimmying out of the fabric. A sound of approval vibrated from his throat, his fingers entwining in your hair, gently drawing your face closer to his.

"Are you sure about this?"

A nod came naturally, followed by a yes breathed out like a prayer, as your eyes trailed down to in between your thighs where the gun was now sitting.

"Aaron, I need it."

"Oh, you need it, huh?" He tsked his tongue, running the nose of the gun over your clothed heat. "I can tell."

You let out a sharp gasp, bucking your hips into the device as you met his eyes, willing him to keep going. You had never been more turned on in your life. His hand moved from your neck to the small of your waist, pinning you in place. With one hand. Fuck.

He laid the gun beside your hip on the couch in order to pull your panties off. You squirmed at the rush of cold air encompassing between your thighs. His eyes were glued to your pussy, tongue darting out to swipe across his lips.

"Christ sweetheart," he hissed, sliding one finger through your slit, showing you the moisture you had produced. "Needy girl."

"Aaron, please." You needed something inside of you.

He laughed, at your expense, but you didn't care, concentrated on his hand grabbing the Glock and repeating the action his finger just did.

You choked out a sound, stuttering against the touch. He in a merciful mood apparently, pushing the gun slowly into your sopping cunt. You were writhing against it, your mouth parted as you tried to get used to the foreign object.

"You okay?" He asked, pausing his motions, giving you a second to adjust.

You swallowed; gaze drawn down to where he was sliding the gun into you. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Yes."

"You can take it," he said, but the way the firearm was stretching you made you unsure.

It wasn't the size necessarily, but the way the groves and magazine were cramming into you was making hold your breath, which him being him he noticed immediately.

His hand rested gently against the pouch of your stomach. "Breathe."

The pent-up breath escaped your lips, and he rewarded you by sinking the gun further into your pussy. You fingers wrapped around his biceps, the tips digging slightly into the constellation of freckled skin.

One final thrust and it was fully in you. You could feel every groove and contour of it, cunt clenching and unclenching at the sensation.

"Look at you," he drawled, beginning to fuck you with it. It transcended the prose of any book, a sensation that no array of printed words could fully capture. "You like that?"

Nodding was your only recourse, mouth hanging pathetically open as you moaned and whined. You were in a daze-like state, every sound and motion involuntary.

"This is the Glock 17," he explained, thrusting the gun faster, causing you to tighten your hands around his neck, bringing him so close his words were melting into your skin. "It feeds from a staggered-column magazine that has a 17-round capacity. It sends 115 gr bullets downrange at about 1200 feet per second."

You could feel your arousal leaking to your thighs, coating his forearm in the process, but that would never stop him.

"This gun has taken the lives of nineteen unsubs."

You know this should make you coil away, that it should feel wrong somehow, but all you felt was that growing tightness in your core, your legs shaking, your chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace.

"You don't even care, do you? All you care about is getting yourself off." His chuckles wove through his words, and his motions didn't falter, intent of ushering you to your peak. "My dirty girl."

You were so close, the edges of the gun managing to hit every spot just right.

"Come on, honey."

Fuck. You let out another strangled gasp, way louder than intended as your back arched like a string of a bow, and then suddenly you released.

A prism of colors exploded behind your squeezed eyes. A collage of musical notes falling over your ears. Your whole body was being ignited as you gushed around the gun.

"Christ." His new favorite word as of late. He withdrew the weapon from you.

You let out a subdued hum, propping yourself on your elbows, your eyes lazily rising to meet his with a tender flutter.

"You're so pretty," he murmured, the compliment settling on you like dew on morning flowers. Your gaze caught the gun, now bathed in a liquid gloss, cradled in his hands.

"Oh my god," you said, hand covering your mouth.

He laughed softly, placing it on the coffee table before his lips brushed against yours, a soft and measured caress that belied his previous urgency.

"You might need a new one," you said sheepishly, heat creeping into your ears as he pressed another soft kiss to your cheek.

"Absolutely not," he murmured into your flushed skin. "It just became my gun of choice."

You were going to give him the best head of his life.

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recklessmatt · 23 hours

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nsfw alphabet - m.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

matty boy is just the sweeeeetest and bestest at aftercare, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay, if you need any snacks or water, if you need a bath, if you need a massage, you name it he’s ready.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

matt LOVES your thighs omfg he loves it when they’re wrapped around his head while hes eating you out and he loves feeling them up when you’re sitting on his lap or even just sitting next to him at a restaurant

OH AND HES A TIDDY MAN !!! matt loves his hands, especially when they’re accesorized with rings and he notices you tend to stare at em a lot so he flexes them on purpose to get you riled up. he loves feeling you clench around them when hes fingering you mmmm

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

matt likes to cum in you or in your mouth mainly because it’ll be easy to clean up but im like 99% sure he has a breeding kink so the feeling of him cumming in you gets him so turned on

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes to be submissive. he loves when you take control and ride him until he cries he thinks its so hot

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i wanna say matt is experienced but not like pro level, probably like 2 bodies max, like he knows enough to get you going and he would probably do research on how to please you even more ngl and he would love to learn from you if you’re more experienced than he is

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or the one where you guys are both on your sides like spooning, he loves looking in your eyes and he loves to hold you (and your boobies)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think matt would take this more serious than goofy bc he sees it as sensual and intimate but he’ll definitely joke around with you afterwards. he would finish WHILE STILL INSIDE OF YOU then be like “wanna get ice cream”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

matt i wanna say is nicely shaved, little to no hair because he wants to feel clean and put together

i don’t think matt cares what you do, he does prefer if you were groomed but then again he doesn’t care just do whatever the fuck you want he’s going down on you no matter what, he’s called matt the munch for a reason

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

matt is a soft dom so he is definitely romantic, but he also loves to get down and nasty and call you a slut at times but he loves praising you especially saying something like “you look so pretty, taking me so well baby” AHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i don’t think matt jerks off as often now that he has you, but he definitely will at times hoping you will catch him so you can dick him down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfolds, he loves seeing you squirm just by his touch not able to see and not knowing what will come next and he also loves to be blindfolded as well when you take control. it’s such a different feeling and it makes his orgasm feel so good

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom, it’s a safe spot and you know, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. BUT he also loves the car, he likes the risk of possibly getting caught and because it’s a small space you guys are really close to each other

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

overstimulation and whining, he loves seeing you try to grab him and push him away when it gets too much for you, he loves to hear you whine and cry for him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pegging and threesomes. he doesn’t like to share you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

OH THIS MAN LOVESSS TO GIVE YOU HEAD !!! he does it for his pleasure and ofc yours but the feeling of you trying to push his head away from sensitivity makes him want to keep going and he loves fingering you while sucking on your clit but he’ll never deny receiving from you, just don’t expect him to be quiet because babygirl he’s gonna be whining and groaning so loud

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

honestly it depends on the day, but matt is so sweet he loves the intimacy and the feeling of going slow and deep and he wants to take his time with you but he’ll definitely have his rough sex moments

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

matt prefers to take his time with you but he’ll never deny a quickie when you’re both feeling it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think matt is open to about anything to a certain extent, he likes to experiment and he lowkey likes the risk of getting caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mmm i wanna say 2-3 rounds average, but if he’s looking to overstimulate you, probably 8 rounds. he has a lot of stamina idk why

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any himself because he has you but if you were to own a vibrator he’d want you to try it on him. or if you had a dildo he’d probably use it to fuck you as a tease like does this fuck you better than i do baby?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

matt lovessss to tease you. he loves to see you begging for more

he won’t admit it but he does like when you tease him in public

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

matt is more of a groaner and whimperer tbh, he doesn’t dirty talk a whole lot but when he does, oh man you are GONE. he’s so good at dirty talk omg

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hockey player matt! (like duhhh)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hmmm, i’d say matt is pretty average just a little bigger, he fills you up perfectly, all snug in there, it turns him on to see his bulge through your stomach while he’s fucking you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think he’s THAT horny but he’s just always down to fuck

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

matt would wait until you fall asleep first so he knows you’re doing okay, he would rub your back or pet your hair to make you sleepy and comfortable. it’s rare when he falls asleep before you.

CHRIS VERSION

author's note: hola i made a matt version, i have nothing else to say, goodbye stay sexy mwah <3 HAPPY 1K TO RECKLESSMATT AHHHHHH GRATEFUL FOR ALL YOU SEXIES !!!

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withabroken-heart · 3 days

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IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE’S A GENTLEMAN

chuuya x reader

thoughts about how chuuya acts in a relationship

lovey dovey stuff, physical touch, a few hcs

a/n: this line from slut is SO chuuya coded i cant even begin. oml

a/n: i need a guy who treats me right cuz sometimes i feel like im only attracted to guys who make me relate to ATW (iykyk) 🧍🏻‍♀️

chuuya nakahara, who comes home in the middle of the night to find you softly asleep in his bed. sometimes your all wrapped up in the sheets, protecting yourself from the cold trying to replicate the heat of chuuya's body. other times you fall asleep with an open, unfinished book laying on your stomach or your still blaring phone in the balm of your hand. your hair is messy, comfortably sprawled out on the satin pillow. maybe you're in a lacy, black cami he bought for you- more for himself than for you- or you're in your favorite oversized hoodie you would never wear around anyone but him. it smells like him. you insisted. either way, you were in a world of peaceful slumber, and chuuya couldn't wrap his head around how lucky he got.

chuuya nakahara, who buys you flowers every week. he can't always pronounce or even remember their names, and it sometimes irks him how easily they wither in the wrong conditions, and how they always seem to attract an annoying buzzing pest that acted like it owned the place. but chuuya loved the way your face would light up whenever he hands you a bouquet of delicate, brightly coloured petals. he adores the way your cheeks bloom with roses, the way your eyes glow like lillies swaying in the wind. so he always stops by the florist every friday on his way home from work. the owners are a nice, old elderly couple, the husband a lively old man who knows the trick behind charm. the wife was a sweet, gentle loving old woman who would sometimes treat chuuya to freshly baked muffin or cup of brewed tea. he saw the two of you in them, as if it ere some kind of time machine. they made growing old not seem terrible.

chuuya nakahara, who takes you out to fancy dinners once a month. he doesn't let you spend a dime, just wanting to flash around his fancy black card to the waiter to let him know how much he spoiled you. and afterwards he'd take the long way with you back to his motorcycle, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he thinks you look beautiful in the moons gaze, happy with his coat around your shoulders. he both laves and hates the stares and attention you get from bystanders- he hates their glaring eyes and the thoughts that run through their heads- but he loves spite of jealousy that flickers through them when they see that your his.

speaking of his motorcycle.... chuuya nakahara, who loves to take you for joyrides late into the night. he knows you place all your trust in him, and he knows that he would never let not even a hair on your head suffer any harm. he loves the way your hands grasp around his abdomen, clutching his muscles through his shirt. he sometimes will place one hand over yours, assuring you that you're safe and that he's got you.

chuuya nakahara, who will never be sent away without a goodbye kiss from you. he takes off his hat, holding it behind your head as he presses his lips to yours with fervent need. his job requires him to be away from you, as much as it hurts your heart. he kisses you as if he needs to reseal your love on his skin, keeping it around him no matter how far you are. and he calls you every night, knowing that you can't sleep without his voice. little do you know, he needs this nightly phone call just as much- if not more- than you do. he chuckles to himself as you ask him about your favorite hoodie, unaware of the way chuuya presses it to his face because it smells like you. he's desperate for that, desperate for you when you're away.

chuuya nakahara, who wants nothing more than to grow old with you. to see you asleep, waiting for him to join you just like every night to buy you the same flowers every friday and place them in the palm of your wrinkled hands, his own face painted with age lighting up with joy at the sight of yours. to retire with you, living a comfortable life with you at his side. to laugh at your cute yet angry face as you scold him for still wanting to drive a motorbike at his age. to kiss you, kiss you like he just met you, kiss you like he's loved you for 20 years- because he has and will. chuuya nakahara wants to love you forever, or for as long as you'll have him.

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winter-rosyfawn · 1 day

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Wuthering Waves!Dude first Encounter with a Nymph!reader ♡ (Jiyan, Scar & Lingyang)

Cw : fluff, a mentions of Reader's Cottage and what was reader wearing. reader's described to have a soft personality & taste in clothing (she's so me istg) Woc reader! (Reader's skin is not announced, but reader is mentioned to have a silky hair.) a bit of yandere in Scar's part. thats it ig? sorry if there are some misspelled words lolol ♡ enjoy nymphies!!

notes : it is true, i am a nymph.. btw i think im gonna make a pt 2 about this because this was just too goddamn long for 3 characters.. i had too much fun times decripting reader's cottage.. enjoy loll ♥︎ WC : 6,1K (ops)

• Jiyan

– The first time he saw you was inside one of the enemy cave's hiding spot. those enemies has just hold you captive inside the cave, and Luckily Jiyan found you after he defeat the enemies.

– Upon seeing the Legendary Beauty of someone who is Most likely not a human, you left Jiyan flustered after seeing your Ethereal beauty.

– So beautiful, That it tells him right away that you are indeed not a Mortal, perhaps.

"are you.. a nymph?" Asked Jiyan, while looking down at you.

You nods.

"Hm.. interesting. i thought you and your kind was only a mere mythology, yet here i am. meeting the legendary nymph." Jiyan Says.

Seeing your body full of scars and marks, Jiyan decided to Bring you to his headquarters, he cant just leave a beautiful pearl that he just found inside that enemy cave is he?

• Scar

– He already seems to heard about the rumor of a Lady who has the beauty to surpass any living nor dead mortal in Huanglong. it is almost Unbelieveable to be heard about it.

– But scar has a Burning Soul for Rumors, he wants to see for himself, The Beauty Lady. He decided to track you down in Huanglong, using his powers (and also making his sister searching for you too).

– Upon seeing you for the first time, same as Jiyan. you have left the Culprit all blushing to himself seeing how beautiful you truly are. so beautiful.. must not be a human, eh?

– it is true about the rumors that have been flying around Huanglong, One look into her eyes, and all of their hearts falls down following her step. just like what Scar's Experiencing at that time.

– Now, He decided to Introduce himself, trying to make that rizz move towards the pretty lady. though there are some cautious feeling that Scar is also felt right now about that you are most likely not a Mortal.

"well Hello There..~ pretty lady.." Scar said in a very forced sexy voice.

"oh hello scar." you replied back to him, While watering your Plants.

Scar decided to move towards you from your back. trying to get closed to you. when you were just peacefully taking care of your plants, you felt a pair of hands coming to touch your face.

You grab that hands quickly and throwing it down into the air.

"Ouch! quite the fierce pretty lady i see.." Scar muttered beneath his breath. before he open his mouth again.

"You.. you are not a human are you?" Scar asked. while seeing your stoic face melt into a bit worried expression.

"There is no way.. someone as beautiful as you, is a mortal. there's no way.. are you – perhaps a fairy?" Asked Scar while walking close to you. so close that it felt you both could just kiss at that time. Scars hand decided to travel around your Silky hair.

"are you an angel? a Spirit? something that is obviously not human? are you a vampire? or.. are you a nymph?" he asked. upon asking, you could feel the exaggerated tone when he mentioned the words 'nymph'.

Scared that he might (already) know your identity, and just how annoying this red & white haired dude is, you decided to just.. go.

You clears your throat. "Well, Scar.. may i excuse? i have something to do. maybe we can speak later." says you. while looking down at the ground, trying to not look into his eyes.

You decided to leave him there, try not to be bothered by his following gaze. upon that, you could also feel his lips curled into a smile.

Interesting, truly an interesting pretty lady.. too bad it seems Scar has been taking a liking for you. now you just have to wait.. The Culprit Next Move. hopefully at that time, you were finally ready for him.

• Lingyang

– The first time, The-most-to-be-likely a Jingle Beast met you, is when he was trying to play with the other kids in the not so deep forest.

– he was just having fun with his human friends. and so, until he sees A very beautiful lady. walked up to him. and all of the sudden, the plays stop. all of his friends including lingyang himself, saw you with such Stargazing eyes.

– All of the boys mouth were opened while seeing you walked past them.

– After your presence left, all of his friends were starting to talked to each other about your Unreal Drop Dead Beauty.

– Except Lingyang.. sure he admires your beauty just as much as his friends do. but.. he seems soo stern and quiet all of the sudden. in his minds, he can smell how different you are from how an usual human female scent would do. you.. are you an angel? he asked himself inside his mind.

The next day, he decided to go to the woods, not to play with his human friends. but to search for you. with your scent that still lingering inside his mind, he decided to search something that smells like you, perhaps those scent can bring him to meet with you again.

And he was right, after a hours searching for you – he met a very beautiful cottage near a lake in the middle of the woods. the cottage was so beautiful, it has a soft white wall, a beige door and a dark brown roof. its not so big, but it felt cozy. the cottage is decorated with a beautiful white wisteria flowers with beige ribbons attached to it. in the windows, he can see a beautiful daisy in a soft pink coloured pot in front of it. just by seeing the cottage and how the house was scented in. he knew that it is your cottage.

Lingyang decided to stop to wait for you and so he decided to look around the house while waiting. when he was waiting for you, he learned about your obsession with flowers and soft colour by how you decorate your cottage. such a beautiful lady and a beautiful taste.

After a couple of hours, your presence start to become more and more clearer to him, you finally did come! you come while wearing a beautiful white lace dress with soft pink cardigan on it. your hair is beautiful and you also wear a white ribbon attached into the back of your hair. you also bring a basket full of Beautiful fresh flowers in it. seeing his presence in your area, you became confused. what does this weird looking guy wants with you?? you think to yourself.

Seeing your confused gaze, Lingyang decided to approach you little by little while Introducing himself to you.

"Hello! My name is lingyang. sorry if i come to your house uninvited. but i was just sooo intrigued with your presence! you just look soo.. hm.. beautiful i'd say!" Lingyang says, trying to keep it friendly yet not creepy for you to think that he's weird. (little did he know, you already think that he is weird from the time you saw him waiting outside your cottage.)

"oh hello. my name is [y/n]. nice to meet you.. eh.. lingyang." you replied. while putting a soft smile into your face.

Seeing your beautiful smile, Lingyang's heart drop. You could literally see his cheeks heaten up after seeing your smile.

You chuckled. but you realize that it was almost due. and so.. since he looks like a child, you dont want to take the risk to talk with a child when its almost night. so you decided to end the meeting.

"Well uh, Lingyang.. its nice for me to meet you, y'know.. but i think its getting more dark. we should end our talking, and then maybe we can talk more tomorrow in the morning, how's that sound, hm?" you asked.

"Oh! well i guess so.. well.. i'll meet you again tomorrow, Angel!" Lingyang says, while waving at you with a huge smile on his face. seeing that and hearing how he called you angel makes your cheek also turned red. dammit! its reverse card was it? ugh.. you thought to yourself.

But oh well, Lingyang was so excited that he has made a friend with a very beautiful lady that lives in a cottage, inside the woods today. he just cant imagine how good his days would be when he meets you again tomorrow. now, both of you needs a good rest for the next good day.

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moeblob · 2 days

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Impulsively shoving a guy's hand in your mouth after having the thought "oh just like when my little sister used to prick herself on a rose thorn" and then immediately being treated like a pet who ate something they shouldn't have? Wonderful. Thank you, Thane.

(also not pictured is Thane apparently trying to scrape your tongue with his hand BEFORE pouring the holy water down your throat because NO. BAD.)

#bewitching sinners #palmier baker #thane verashkova #accidentally ingesting vampire blood because of big brother impulses is wild #also the reason hes so alarmed is bc in that world you kinda soulbond to others and thats how you soulbond as a vampire #you drink each others blood and so hes flipping out because while he hasnt had your blood yet #hey your ex is going to absolutely kill me if we bond on accident and i dont think i wanna die like that!#which is VERY cool to know thank you thane im so glad your concern is actually less of being bound #but about being murdered thats really cool #also the fact thane is found in the library studying with arshem my beloved ex and is BRIBED TO LEARN RECIPES #by arshem with vials of mixed blood hes just CASUALLY CARRYING is like hey man #thank you for being group mum i love you for it #and then later on arshem actually is like oh thane you can drink my blood later since you havent fed for a while #and thane is super chipper about it like HECK YEAH THANKS !#hey boys youre adorable thank you for existing in this incredibly fucked up world #im in a choke hold with this otome im sorry #you ever try to be nice to a guy and think surely this will help him a little bit then you get background lore #and you realize youre probably making things A LOT WORSE FOR HIM by being nice #im going through it with my emotions as i learn about palmiers actions pre game swap so like #dude please i am BEGGING YOU palmier please have ONE redeeming quality in you at some point #i want to adopt one of the love interests as my son though and im obsessed with the fact he can speak fish #my son can speak to the fish and he gives me fish as a present bc i might need it later #and i do actually in fact need said fish later for another quest #thankyou my son i love you and i appreciate you youre amazing #gonna have to draw arshem at some point and everyone will immediately go yeah that makes sense

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home run! | J.WY

—✫ pairing: baseball! wooyoung x gn! reader

—✫ genre: fluff, ateez, headcanon, jung wooyoung, idol au, baseball au

—✫ description: all the pics i’ve been seeing of wooyoung at the baseball event is making my heart throb he’s literally so precious. i needed this headcanon BADLY. enjoy these delusional thoughts!

—✫ wc: 484

baseball! wooyoung who always looks for you in the crowd when he’s about to throw a pitch.

baseball! wooyoung who kisses each ball right before pitching so you know he dedicated it to you.

baseball! wooyoung who despite being a private event, finds a way to bring you, just so you can watch him throw the first pitch.

baseball! wooyoung who makes sure you don’t get overwhelmed by the countless fans asking for signatures.

baseball! wooyoung who gives you a sly look every time someone hands him a baby to hold.

baseball! wooyoung who always ends up talking about kids with you, and how much he adores them even though you’ve heard this same ramble about 20 times a month.

baseball! wooyoung who makes sure to save you an extra signed ball that he happened to pitch, just because you’re his favorite.

baseball! wooyoung who appreciates the fact that you don’t mind him bringing his brother along.

baseball! wooyoung who trusts you to watch his brother while he’s pitching in the field.

baseball! wooyoung who asks you to take countless amounts of photos of him, just for his fans.

baseball! wooyoung who gives you his hat and shades to stay cool, despite his heat rash tendency. (rip woo irl fr)

baseball! wooyoung who calls out for you as he’s practicing pitches on the sidelines.

baseball! wooyoung who doesn’t mind sharing his food with you, as well as eating the rest of what you couldn’t finish.

baseball! wooyoung who yells louder than everyone else when a player is about to hit a home run.

baseball! wooyoung who talks endlessly to you about how he’d want to put your future kids in sports.

baseball! wooyoung who makes your heart pound when you see him at his absolute happiest.

baseball! wooyoung who lets you try on the mittens they gave him to pitch with, and laughs when he sees how big they are on you.

baseball! wooyoung who whines because his white shoes got dirtied by the sand on the field, only to be annoyed by your “i told you so” after you told him not to wear white.

baseball! wooyoung who kisses your forehead every time a home run is scored, just because.

baseball! wooyoung who appreciates that you love him, even despite his tendency to be loud.

baseball! wooyoung who always laughs at how shocked you are every time fans surround him for autographs and pictures.

baseball! wooyoung who accepts your challenge to getting a home run in exchange for whatever baseball merch he wants.

baseball! wooyoung who somehow manages to play a full home run, despite not being a professional.

baseball! wooyoung who constantly nags and brags to you on how he scored a home run on the first try.

baseball! wooyoung who is happy he got to spend his day with you and his brother, and hopes to do so again one day.

a/n: im losing my mind 🧎‍♀️i do have some more sport headcanons on the way with other members so just be on the look out for those hehe ;)

taglist: @skzline @rvereri @evidive @xoxkii @vrtualsins

@sanslovesblog @dvrktvnnel @scarfac3 @honeyhwaaa @sundaybossanova

@kittykat-25 @losrpark @yyaurii @hwasddeongbyeoli @aestheticjoonie

@roomsofangel @mingtinysworld @minghaoslatina @interweab

*comment to be added to the taglist!*

—divider creds to owner—

#—♡vampzity #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez atiny #ateez fluff #atiny #ateez headcanons #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung headcanons #baseball au #idol au

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daistea · 1 day

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marriage hcs with mithrun and kabru? im a huge sucker for domestic stuff lol

Ya!!

2,500 words

Dungeon Meshi Spoilers ‼️❗️

no tw I don’t think

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♡︎ Mithrun ♡︎

Mithrun’s proposal isn’t big. He just slips the ring on your finger and tells you it’s happening.

He wouldn’t care what the wedding is like, just tell him where to be and when. Though if you insist on his opinion he’ll tell you that something simple would be most comfortable.

I wonder if there’s like a formal outfit for the Canaries… Or elven wedding garbs. Idk!

If you have a reception and you force him to dance, then you get to see Mithrun’s nobility training in effect! He can waltz!

He ends up throwing the bouquet because reasons but he just straight up launches it into Pattadol’s face.

Anyway, onto home life. Mithrun actually cleans a lot, just out of habit. So you don’t have a messy husband, yay!

But he doesn’t care much about decorating his surroundings. You’re the one who fixes up the house how you like it.

He teleports around the house but he’s very careful to always know where you are. He often sneaks up on you, not on purpose at first. After a while he starts sneaking up on you because your reactions are funny.

Every good couple finds ways to torment each other. It keeps the romance alive.

Mithrun puts his cold fingers and feet on you in bed. He does it with a straight face but you see the evil intent in his eye…

You reorganize on a regular basis, and sometimes move all the furniture two inches to the left. You do this when he’s gone and honestly he doesn’t notice until he starts running into things without explanation.

Mithrun is a very touchy person with you. And only with you. Nobody else.

He wraps his arms around you from behind a lot. He kisses your neck. He buries his face in your hair. And he’ll do it anywhere, this man does not care who sees.

People new to Melini hear about the fearsome, dangerous, cold Captain of the Canaries. And when they hear he has a spouse they’re like ??oh??

Then they see him cuddling you. His face is blank but he’s holding you tight, closing his eyes as he rests his head on yours. And they wonder if this is the fearsome guy they heard about.

Marriage looks good on Mithrun. He never thought he’d get married, ever. But he craves your company, he wants you around all the time, he wants every inch of your attention. Your affectionate smiles should be only for him. And he has no problem telling you that you’re his and your attention should be on him.

I mean, you’re one of the few desires he has. He’s going to soak up every bit of you, inject you in his bloodstream, graft you into the fabric of his soul. He’s not going to say that, but it’s true.

My guilty pleasure is making Mithrun into an obsessive partner, but that’s honestly just my headcanon/preference and not something I would insist is canon to his character.

Obsessive as in following you around like a lost puppy, always finding some way to touch you, overwhelming attraction, getting a bit irritable when you’re away, being very possessive, etc. But then again, that’s just my preference talking.

At night, he holds you like he thinks you’re about to disappear.

You cast sleep spells to help him rest at night or else he’ll be awake for hours and hours until his body gives out.

Mithrun likes being the little spoon, even if you’re smaller than him. But he also likes being the big spoon sometimes. #switch

You think cooking together will be sweet and fun, right? Wrong. It’s horrible. The first time you try to cook together you just keep bumping into each other, getting in the way, picking up things and setting them down somewhere and forgetting where that was. It gets a bit tense.

You don’t cook together again.

Mithrun actually likes cooking and will probably want to take turns making the food. Except his food is crap at first. Total shit. He’ll learn.

When Mithrun is irritated or mad at you gives you the silent treatment. He’s grumpy. He’ll mutter under his breath a little. Just love on him until he softens up. Wrap your arms around him from behind and harass him a bit.

Speaking of harassment, Mithrun does that all the time. You’ve got some paperwork or whatever that you’re working on? Well he wants your attention. Right now. And he’s going to get it.

You just see him walk into the room with that look in his eye, his pupils focused, his mouth set in a line. And you groan because you know he’s about to do everything in his power to distract you.

That means flopping down like a rag doll in your lap. Or kissing your neck, biting a bit. His hands are going places. He won’t outright say he wants attention, but it’s clear he wants it.

Then the moment you actually give him attention, he gets up and wanders away.

He steals the blankets at night, but fortunately does not spread out much.

I feel like Mithrun would have a bunch of weird hobbies. He’s just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. There’s pottery, of course. But that’s kind of messy. He makes really dumb bowls too. Idk, they’re just dumb looking bowls.

He takes up gardening. But one time he didn’t realize he was getting too hot and he kinda collapsed face first into the squash patch. He tasted dirt that day. It was fine.

He tried knitting! He makes a horrible little stuffed pig and sends it to Milsiril. She doesn’t respond with a thank you letter or anything. She hides it in a box in her attic so she doesn’t have to look at it.

Mithrun isn’t concerned with being good at these things, he’s just doing them to do them. King behavior

I think you’d both eventually adopt a pet. And by adopt I mean Mithrun found this dog digging through the trash and brought it home.

You share each other’s clothes a lot. It doesn’t matter how small or big you are, Mithrun is pulling on your sweater and drowning in the scent of you. He also likes seeing you in his clothes! I imagine he wears tall-man clothes half the time tbh, idk I just like Mithrun in baggy flowy tunics that are rolled up at the arms… But elf clothes physically fit him better because he’s so smol.

Generally, your life is peaceful. You might go with him on monster surveys, or help at the noodle shop. You’re a team, you move in sync with each other, able to tell what the other is thinking just from a look.

Often around other people, you and Mithrun silently communicate through passing glances.

He never takes his ring off. Never. He gets grumpy if you take yours off.

Mithrun’s brother likes to visit. I headcanon that his brother has a family by now (UNCLE MITHRUN!!!) and they all love you. (One night he’s putting his niece or nephew to bed and they’re like ‘uncle Mithrun, the hat man doesn’t like you’ and he’s like ..okay. Thank you for letting me know.)

You two have a routine! Mithrun lives by routine anyway, so you quickly follow and do your daily things. It’s not boring though because you’re happy to be doing them together.

Life is calm and he’s content. It’s so much more than he ever thought he’d get. He’s going to savor every second.

♡︎ Kabru ♡︎

Kabru’s proposal is simple and intimate, but he makes sure to do things right. He tells you to meet him at a certain spot and that you’re ’going shopping’ for something. But lol no he’s proposing

Except of course something goes terribly wrong and Kabru is left a stressed out mess and wants to redo the whole thing. But tough luck buddy, you’ve already accepted. He sighs and furrows his brows and smiles, giving you that look that tells the world just how he feels. It’s soft and adoring and so in love.

Kabru is involved in the wedding planning for every step of the way. He’s almost a bit controlling with it.

He knows so many people that the guest list quickly reaches the hundreds.

Eventually Kabru gives up and you two plan to have something small and private instead. Which is a relief, because with something private he won’t feel the need to mask himself the entire time, to play the part.

He’s so! Excited! To see you in your wedding clothes!

He’s actually a bit gushy about it. Like he’s trying to hide his excitement. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes are wide and he’s all riled up.

At the reception you honestly just sit in the corner together and whisper all night. For once he doesn’t intend on using this opportunity to gain information or insight.

Onto home life! Maybe for a tiny bit, you two live in his little room? Just until you get a house.

His landlord teases constantly.

Once you do get a place to stay, he actually doesn’t care about decorating all that much. He’s got stuff though, books and notebooks and random things he’s gathered over the years.

Kabru is a mess. He isn’t gross, but he’s unorganized and kinda just tosses his clothes on the floor. He leaves drawers open, and cabinets open.

He sleeps spread out, limbs everywhere. He drools sometimes. He makes you promise to not tell anyone that ever.

Kabru doesn’t cook. He’ll attempt it for you, though. He’ll try a lot of new things for you. He tries to eat more, to sleep more, and actually take care of himself. He knows you’d like that.

Kabru is pretty social. He keeps you up to date on every little endeavor he has going on. You have a routine of going to this restaurant or tavern frequently and he’ll lean in close to you and whisper about the people.

That guy over there? He’s got some information on this. Kabru’s going to buy him a drink.

This isn’t as effective as it was before Melini became a nation, though, when he was just an adventurer on the island. Because now Kabru is the King’s advisor and people are a little intimidated by him.

This frustrates him. When you get home and sit on the couch, he’ll lay his head in your lap or wrap his arms around your waist and complain. He likes being the advisor, but he doesn’t like how people think he’s intimidating and royal or important.

You visit Kabru at the castle often! Hell, maybe you even live in the castle with him! Idk how that works.

He has a lot of stuffy meetings with diplomats and important people, and you’ll often be on his arm. Galas, parties, dinners. It’s kind of exhausting. But Kabru loves every minute of it. He’s got you next to him, and he’s got the Kahka Brud diplomat tipsy enough to openly discuss the Queen’s affair with a servant. It’s so great.

You also share a lot of knowing looks with Kabru. When Laois does something Laois-y, you just look at each other.

Kabru isn’t much for PDA, he cares about who’s watching and what they think. He’s actually a little paranoid that people might find a way to use you against him. So he’s constantly planting these little ideas in people’s heads, about what might happen if anyone messed with you… It’s more subtle than I’m able to exemplify but you get the point.

Your husband has a room dedicated to his thoughts. His sherlock holmes mind palace.

It’s actually just a dark room where he puts pictures of people on the walls and connects them all with red yarn. You walk in with a lamp and he just flinches and squints at the light. Little freak.

He will talk your ear off, explaining each and every thought he has in his little web. Actually, doing that helps him sort things out and come to realizations!

He likes sitting on the floor with you in his lap, his arms around your waist. Idk he’s just the kind of guy to sit on the floor and stare at the wall in deep thought.

Kabru doesn’t really get mad at you. He gets very concerned if you do something reckless and might look a bit frustrated on the outside, but he generally keeps his cool and speaks respectfully.

He can be a bit snarky though.

Different from most couples, you don’t terrorize each other that much. You might terrorize him, but he doesn’t do that. Kabru doesn’t do pranks or cute little revenge things. Kabru’s idea of terrorizing someone is slowly gaslighting them into insanity over the years. He won’t do that to you, obviously.

He never takes his ring off! He’s hurt if you take yours off.

He dances a lot with you when you’re alone. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and sway a little. He’ll grab your hand and your hip and spin you around the kitchen. There’s no music, he doesn’t need it. He just wants to see you laugh.

If you make horrible crappy food he’ll still eat it. He hesitates to tell you it’s bad. It’s only when you insist on his opinion that he’ll admit it’s shit. (But he does so nicely)

Wear his clothes. Please. Please wear his clothes, it drives him crazy. You’ll be the death of him.

Y’all are weird, you match each others freaks. He adores your quirks and hobbies and is genuinely interested in learning about everything.

Seriously. He wants to know everything. Every thought that passes through your pretty head, every inch of you, every beat of your heart. He explores your body a lot. He worships you.

Kabru never thought he’d get married, actually. Not that he was opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t considering it until he met you. He’s extremely loyal, though, and you’re stuck with him forever. He reminds you of that often.

He keeps a mental list of people who have flirted with you or checked you out. He has his eye on them.

Kabru likes being the little spoon!

He likes bathing with you, washing your hair. It’s just intimate for him.

Your evenings are spent talking about everything and nothing. And he’s not digging for info, he’s just enjoying himself.

He likes to watch you sleep sometimes. Don’t ask why, just let him do his thing.

Milsiril visits often. She’s a relatively chill mother in law, if not a bit clingy. But she won’t just cling to Kabru, she’ll cling to you too (after you prove your worth)

Milsiril unfortunately shows up without warning sometimes, and her timing is horrible. It’s usually when you and Kabru are kissing and your hands are everywhere and you’re being gently laid on the bed and—

Oh there’s elf mom.

He gets embarrassed with her. She tells a lot of stories she thinks are cute. Kabru does not think they’re cute.

Once she leaves there’s a huge sigh of relief.

Kabru speaks other languages to you sometimes, but he refuses to tell you what he’s said.

Life with Kabru is interesting! You’re always busy. You’ve always got something going on. But it’s those moments when you’re in bed together, when your limbs are tangled in the dark, that he treasures the most.

#yay!#asks #dungeon meshi #mithrun #delicious in dungeon #mithrun of the house of kerensil #dunmeshi #mithrun x reader #dungeon meshi headcanons #kabru x reader #kabru #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #reader insert #x reader #my writing

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justauthoring · 3 days

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spoilers for jjk261

(im so upset right now and i don’t even know if this is canon accurate but i needed to vent my feelings so take this small drabble lol)

“b-but… it’s his body…”

“y/n—”

“no. you… you can’t expect me to be okay with this.”

“…we’re not asking you to be okay with it.”

you’re not sure who says it but your heart sinks at the words.

they’re all surrounding you but you can’t see them through the tears. you know shoko’s there, yuuta too—but… but that’s only because he’s the one who’s…—

you can’t even say the words.

“he deserves peace,” you argue, words choked and raspy. “he’s at peace. it’s—it’s not right to just use his body like this… like a weapon!”

“he agreed. you did too.”

“i thought he’d win!”

and the words wretch past your lips, ripping every bit of shield you’d built up to protect yourself since this godforsaken battle had begun. you hadn’t been okay with gojo fighting sukuna, not by himself, but it hadn’t mattered because he was the strongest and the decision was out of your hands.

you’d been comforted by that fact, though, all the same. gojo was the strongest, so you hadn’t doubted his ability to win.

but he hadn’t. gojo lost, as sick as the words seemed to even think, and you’d been forced to watch the man you love die right in front of your eyes.

and now?

now they wanted to use his body as a weapon.

hands fall on your shoulders and you blink through blurred vision to see shoko staring down at you. her eyes are distant and cold but there’s a frown on her lips and you know she’s trying to comfort you in anyway she knows how to.

it doesn’t help.

“y/n-sensei.”

it’s yuuta calling for you.

“i promise i’ll treat his body with care.”

and his words pull a sob from your lips. it’s beyond your ability to stop it or at least hold it back. through the silence of the room, your sob sounds like a scream as you collapse within yourself, falling to the floor pitifully.

because yuuta was just as much a victim now as gojo was and yet, here he was comforting you. you’re supposed to be the adult and the one guiding him and yet it was kids fighting this war and paying the consequences for the actions of adults.

and there’s nothing you can do to stop this. not for yuuta, yourself or for gojo.

gojo. the man you love, a man whose been used as a weapon his entire life and you’re powerless to stop it from happening even in his death.

as you sit there, crumpled on the ground, crying and sobbing in front of everyone—shoko’s hand squeezes your shoulder and yuuta is smiling at you but everyone else just stares—you think that maybe geto was right all along.

and the thought comes with a burning hatred for those who’ve made it this way.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk 261 #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen spoilers

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matts-k1tten · 14 hours

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𝐈𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧’ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

༇ summary: Chris was being a dick all night, arguing with each other you say something that made something snap inside of Chris making him full of desire for you..

༇ contains: smut 🔞, semi public sex, kissing, eating out, orgasms, squirting, filthy talk, p in v, unprotected sex (stay safe), fingering, swearing, arguing, use of y/n, I’m not responsible for the media you chose to read online.

a/n: based on this song but with a little twist..

a/n 2: ik i haven’t been active these past few weeks and im sorry abt that so to keep yall fed im giving you guys this fic. enjoy!!

not proofread

“I’ma private in your parts I’m a duty, girl, give it to me”

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“What a dick” you whisper to yourself after Chris shoved your shoulder. He’s been getting on your nerves so much today, he’s been acting like a five-year-old ever since you got to this party that you didn’t know he was also attending. you scoff to yourself as you continue your way back to the bar stools where your purse was at. You knew it’s stupid to leave it alone like that but it was just real quick and thankfully no one snagged it or took your stuff. As soon as you sat down someone tapped your shoulder which startled you a bit. You turn around to whoever tapped you and was met with a cute guy that you saw a couple minutes ago.

“Hey you’re really pretty and I saw you looking at me back there-“ he laughs, his breath reeked with alcohol. “I know i’m really hot ‘n all- anyway i just wanted to ask for your number?” Wow this dude was full of himself. “First off, I don’t even know your name and you don’t know mine, second, don’t be all like ‘i’m so hot’ that type of guy.” you yell over the loud music while holding up your finger. He looks at you confused for a moment before taking a seat right next to you, placing down his cup. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m jake” The guy replies. You nod your head with an “ah” sound as he continues to talk about how rich he is and how he drives a Mercedes.

You just sit there with your head in my hands, bored and uninterested. You were staring at the door behind the guy, letting your eyes wonder anywhere but his face while you held your breath to avoid smelling his breath. Your eyes drag themselves across the room to where the dance floor was, meeting ocean blue eyes staring back at me. It was Chris. You felt chills go down my spine as you watched his eyes trail around your face and body then examine the other guy.

You quickly snap your eyes back to the door and sit up straight. Not even 5 minutes later, someone places their hand on the guys shoulder. “Alright buddy you’re done get lost” Chris mutters and practically throws him off the chair. The guy quickly scurries away not even trying to fight Chris off. You turn to look at Chris, “What the fuck Chris?!” You yell at him. Chris doesn’t say anything as he takes your hand and yanks you off your chair. “What the fu-“

You swiftly grabbed your purse as Chris dragged you outside to his car in a hurry. The party was held at a huge, crowded building far in the woods where cars were parked everywhere and music flooded the surrounding area. Where Chris parked was all the way behind the building for some reason. His car was isolated from all the other cars which made it kind of scary since it was dark now and the lights from the house barely reached this area. Crickets chirped as Chris literally throws you against his car making a loud ‘bang’. “Ow! what the fuck is your problem?!” you shout as you place your purse on his trunk.

“My problem is that stupid fucking guy that was talking to you!” Chris growls back, stepping closer. You scoff, “And why is that? whoever talks to me is none of your fucking business! Especially when you’ve been acting like a dick all day!” You point at him. Chris swats your hand out his face and pinches his nose bridge. “Jesus fuck y/n!” Chris yells. Out of pure anger, without thinking you were suddenly spilling out words. “I really don’t get why you care at all about whoever talks to me and who doesn’t! That’s really none of your business that guy was nice-“ “He kept on flexing how rich he was-“ “Shut the fuck up! He was decent, had a better personality than you, could probably even fuck me better than you ever could!” When those words came out your mouth you immediately gasp and cover your mouth.

Chris looks at you stunned for a moment. “I-i shouldn’t have said that fuck- I-um, I didn’t mean that ha.. Shit, I-“ You were cut off by Chris smashing his lips onto yours.

You immediately melted into the kiss as he immediately sneaks his arms around your waist, groping your ass. A muffled moan leaves your mouth but chris swallows it as he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat. Muffled whimpers and groans were heard from the both of you as he backs you up against the car.

Your back hits the car harshly making your purse slide off the trunk. Chris continues to aggressively kiss you still holding your ass as the kiss gets more intense and needy by the second. Chris plants his hands behind tour thighs uttering a “jump” in between kisses. You do just that as he places you on the car and stands in between your legs, moving his lips down your neck biting and sucking all over the place, marking you. “Fuck Chris..” You whisper as he finds the sweet spot under your ear. “I’m gon’ make you feel it” Chris whispers in your ear, making a pool form down there.

He trails his lips to the exposed skin on your chest and starts sucking harshly. “shit” you whisper. Chris groans as he pulls away to pull down your dress revealing your plump tits. “Holy fuck” He whispers staring at them. You giggle a bit, “You act like you haven’t seen boobs before” Chris shakes his head. “I have it’s just…yours are immaculate.” Chris says. You laugh at his wording but we’re quickly shut up at the feeling of Chris’ mouth latching to one of your buds as one of his hands fondles the other. You let out a short gasp as your hands find its way in his hair.

Your fingers were all tangled in his hair as one of his hands were on your lower back pulling you closer into him. Small moans and long whimpers were heard from you as he continued to suck. Chris switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as his hand that was previously on your tit moved down to your inner thigh, spreading your legs even more. Chris moves his hips slightly to the side so you can feel his erection on your thigh.. “You see what you do to me baby? huh?!” Chris looks up with you his eyes now darkened with just. You felt small under his intense gaze as he starts to kneel down and puts your legs over his shoulders.

Chris rolls up your dress, your dress now bundled up on your waist to see that you were wearing no panties. “No panties at a place like this? Fucking slut.” Chris mutters as he pulls you closer to his face making you let out a tiny yelp. “So fucking wet for me” Chris whispers, his cold breath fanning on your dripping clit. You let out a breathy moan as Chris licks a stripe up your folds, tasting you. He wastes no time in diving right in, his nose rubbing your clit in all the right ways. Chris’ nose was perfect for this. Your hands immediately digging into his hair. Moans of all sorts were spilling out your mouth as Chris continued to suck on the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck..” You whisper as you throw you head back, you hands pushing his head even closer. Chris’ hands were wrapped around your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. Chris’ groans sent vibrations throughout your body only resulting in louder moans. Without a word, Chris plunges a finger into your hole. You moan loudly as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out. His long slender fingers felt so good, they hit all the right spots. Chris pulls away for a second, “Taste so fucking good” Chris mutters before diving right back in. Your moans grew louder as you felt the faint build up in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels..so good” You manage me to get out. “Yeah? I think you could take another finger” And with that, Chris adds another finger, increasing the pleasure. You moaned loudly as Chris curled his fingers expertly, hitting your g-spot. The intense pressure building up your stomach was about to snap any second as you clenched around Chris’ fingers. “You gonna cum around my fingers huh?” Chris taunts. You only nod with a pathetic moan. “I need words baby” Chris speaks again. “Yes! Fuck! Please!” You cry out. Chris smiles up at you. “Okay then, go ahead.”

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! I’m cumming!” You scream as you feel yourself release all over Chris’ fingers. Chris helps you through your high, licking his fingers clean and wiping his face with the back of his hand. Your heavy breathing was the only thing that you guys heard as Chris came up from the ground. “Shit baby, you’re so fucking beautiful” Chris whispers as he leans in to kiss you, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth. Chris pulls away, “Get down here” He speaks. When you jump down, he immediately spins you around and bends you over, placing his hand on your back creating an arch. He presses his clothed dick against your bare ass, “Shit, you gonna let me fuck you out here like a filthy whore?” Chris asks as he leans into your ear. “Yes..” You whisper.

“Louder.” “Yes!”

Chris chuckles cockily as you hear him unbuckling his pants. His pants drop to the ground as you turn around, you see his massive length. You weren’t exaggerating. He was big. You weren’t expecting this. “I-i don’t think it’ll fit” You whine. “I’ll make it fit.” Chris replies. Chris slowly starts to push into you, stretching you out. “Fuck, it hurts” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes. “I know baby, i know” Chris coos. He suddenly pushes all the way into you, completely bottoming out. his tip brushes your cervix making you cry out. “Fuck you so tight..” Chris mutters. “Shit..” You cry. Chris places his hand back on your back again. You arch your back as Chris lets you adjust to his size. After a moment, he starts slowly moving. You let out a long moan as Chris’ other hand grips your hip.

The pain soon turned into to pleasure. “Faster” You plead. With your words, chris starts to pound you from behind. “Ah! Fuck!” You yelp, the tears now rolling down your cheek. Chris continuously thrusts harshly, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the woods. Your moans and his grunts flooded your ears. Thank god Chris parked far from the party. “You feel so fucking good” Chris grunted through his teeth. Chris was so deep he was discovering unknown spots inside of you. Your moans were so loud but the music was louder. “Fuck fuck fuck, Chris!” You wail. The pleasure felt so good. You started to snap your ass back, meeting his thrusts. Your ass rippled with each thrust, Chris couldn’t do anything but stare.

Chris suddenly slowly pulls all the way out, letting you feel every inch and vein the harshly slamming back in. His tip hits your cervix over and over again making you go crazy. The feeling brewing in your stomach was so intense and strong. “Harder Chris fuck!”

You moaned uncontrollably as Chris’ thrust grew sloppier. “Yes! Oh! Fuck!!”

You start to clench around Chris’ cock, “I’m so close..” You whimper. “Me too baby, where do you want it?” Chris asks. “Inside! I’m on the pill!” you reply. “Okayy” Chris slurs out. “I’m cumming! FUCK CHRIS!” The band inside your stomach suddenly snaps as you feel yourself squirting on Chris’ cock and lower stomach. Chris’ dick twitches inside of you as he fucks you through your high, chasing his. “Fuck” He whimpers. A string of whimpers and curses pour out of Chris’ mouth as he paints your velvet walls white. He thrusts a few more times before slowing down and stopping completely.

He lays on your back as you guys both breathe heavily. “That was…amazing” Chris says. You nod, “uh huh”.

A few moments later Chris leans back and slowly pulls out, the mixture of you two pouring out. Chris grabs a random tissue from his pocket and starts to wipe your legs and his stomach. He pulls up his pants as you fix your dress. You turn around to face him with a small smile. His face quickly turns to ken of worry, “Oh shit, are you okay? did I hurt you?” Chris asks frantically seeing the dried tears on your cheeks. You shake your head with a smile and take his hands. “No no i’m fine, that was the best sex I ever had in my life.” You answer. Chris chuckles. “Yeah I definitely fucked you better than that guy ever will didn’t I?!” He says as you laugh.

“Now what?” You ask. Chris thinks for a moment. “Come over to mine, I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow.” He replies. You chuckle, “Okay Chris” You smile up at him as he leans in for a passionate kiss.

☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡ミ★☆彡

a/n 3: well, what do we think? is this a bit to much? to little? or just perfect? i will be making a comeback soon once im done writing and catching up bc its COMEBACK SEASONNNNNN!!!!

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cottoncandyswisherz · 16 hours

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everybodys type (pt. 2)

yall this is not edited all the way because i have shit going on but bookie is going through it so yuh

bf!matt x black!reader

warnings: dom!matt, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, overstimulation

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as she sat in the passenger seat y/n bobbed her head to the music playing on aux. her hand was placed on top of matts, which was wrapped tightly around her upper thigh.

never had she ever wanted to wear a skirt, but in this moment, wearing leather pants, she wish she'd been a skirt girly.

but she wasnt. so she settled for the tantalizing stroke of her thigh and returned it with a rub up his forearm.

then her song started playing.

as jaqueese's voice filled the car, she tried her hardest to wait until they got home because she knew that matt was a very attentive driver. but as soon as she heard,

giving you the best you ever had, babe, make me feel like you aint never had it.

she folded.

and when i say folded i mean literally.

she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned to face her man and folded over the center console in order to have the access she needed.

"y/n baby what are you doing..." matt asked, confused as to why she was so weirdly positioned.

she ignored him and began to kiss his neck. sucking on his pale skin, making her way to his jaw, grabbing his chin and turning him to leave a peck on his lips, then allowing him to return his focus to the empty road.

"bab-" matt was cut off by y/n guiding her hand down his chest, past his abdomen, finally reaching his lap.

she reached in his sweats and began to stroke him in the darkness.

"shit" matt jolted at the contact "y/n im so fucking serious. stop. im driving, we're gonna crash." but his words went in one ear and out the other.

she continued to stroke him, teasing her index finger over his tip. "baby just try to focus."

at this point matt knew she wasnt letting up. so he pulled into a rest stop and went all the way to back, where no other cars were, and allowed her to do her thing.

he was going to let her have her fun, because he knew when he had his, it would be worth the frustration he was feeling in that moment.

"go ahead baby. 'do your big one' as you say." he said, tugging his sweats past his knees and freeing his dick of his boxers.

she smiled and placed a kiss to his lips before leaning down and getting to work.

she wrapped her hand around his length at the base and began stroking him again, getting him fully hard. matt was enjoying the moment with his hands behind his head, tugging softly at his curls.

"stop playing and suck it." he grunted. "thats what you wanted right? my dick in your mouth?"

he hissed as he felt her take him in her mouth. his head fell back against the seat as she pulled up and spit, immediately going back down, with hollowed cheeks.

matt, being the supportive boyfriend he was continued to praise y/n, rubbing her back and keeping her hair out of her face, which sent flutters to her pussy.

y/n found a rhythm, bobbing her heard a even pace, making sure matt felt every second of it, which drove him crazy, but he was never a head pusher.

he was more of a head puller.

he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her off him. "you done?" he asked, holding eye contact with his girlfriend who's lips were wet with spit.

she nodded meekly, closing her eyes. trying to get her breathing back to normal.

"use your words my love." he gripped her jaw, causing her to open her eyes and say, "yes, sir."

at that, he pulled her into a rough kiss, a contrast of tongue and teeth. he swallowed the moan that slipped out of her at the intensity of the situation.

"get in the back and strip." he told her as he released his hold on her.

as she followed his instructions, he pulled his boxers and sweats back up and pulled out his phone, playing his song.

brents voice surrounds him as he gets his head in the space it needed to be in for what had planned for his woman.

angel of the night i drown between your thighs im still here, aint no excuse, baby

getting out of the drivers seat and opening the back door on the drivers side, he was pleased to see that y/n had did what he said. she was bare, in nothing but her red panties, sitting up against the door, her closed legs pointing to him.

"open your legs."

she followed his directions, bending her legs, and opening them. normally she'd put up more of a fight, but matt seemed so... calm. so serious. like he wasn't even mad any more.

but y/n knew that wasn't the case. matt was a very serious driver. he did everything in his power to not put people in danger and she contradicted that tonight. so she knew whatever he was cooking in his head was gonna be really good for him and really bad for her.

"you always have had a patience problem sweetheart." he started, getting up on his knees and planting a kiss on her lips. "never willing to wait for the things you want." he kissed down her neck, focusing on that spot behind her ear that sent shivers down her spine. "sometimes it admirable." he continued kissing her neck, moving to the other side. "others its fucking annoying." he bit down on the hickey he just left.

"fuck" y/n hissed.

matt began kissing down her body, licking the valley between her breasts. "i think we need to do some character building." he kissed her left nipple. "what do you think?" the right one now. he looked up at her and saw her eyes were trained on him in the dark car.

he bit down on where he'd just kissed, "i asked you a question."

"yes" she sighed. "yes we can do whatever you want baby."

with that, he traveled the distance down to her pussy, which was covered in her ruined red silk panties. wrapping his arms around her plush thighs, gripped them and planted a trail of open-mouthed kissed to her core.

he licked a stripe along his girlfriends panties, earning a groan from her.

moving her panties to the side, he repeated his previous action on her bare slick folds before glaring up at y/n and saying " cum when you need to but i swear to god, if i hear you, the panties are going in your mouth." before placing an open-mouth kiss on her clit.

she bit her inner cheek, in order to prevent any sound from escaping but her hips buck, only to be slammed back down by his strong hand so he could continue the attack on her senses.

he kissed her core again, closing his eyes and diving in, as if he was terminally ill and her pussy was the only cure. sucking her clit, he buried two fingers into her, automatically using the speed of lightening mcqueen himself.

"oh my fuck.." y/n moaned out, completely forgetting about matts previous instructions. she was quickly reminded of them though, when he pulled his mouth off her, continuing the thrusting of his fingers.

"what the fuck did i just say?" he asked, curling his fingers into the spongy part of her and stuffing her underwear into her mouth. he went back to her pussy, sucking on her clit while using his tongue to trace patterns on the bud.

y/n was going insane. her eyes were screwed shut and her hands found refuge in his brunette locks. she felt that knot unravelling in her stomach.

just when she was about to cum, everything stopped. his fingers pulled out of her, his mouth was now in her line of sight as he stared down at her with a wicked smile on his face.

removing her panties from her mouth y/n asked, "w-what are you doing?"

"character building."

"wha-" y/n was cut off by matt thrusting into her at full force, knocking the air out of her lungs.

she felt nothing but pure bliss. matt was hitting every spot. every spot that drove her insane. every spot that nipped at her soul.

"you." stroke. "dont." stroke. "listen." matt grunted in her ear raising her leg so her thigh pushed her chest.

"matt im gonna-"

"don't you fucking dare." he demanded, grabbing her chin that had rolled to the side. he bore deep into her coffee-black eyes. "you're gonna hold it. because you're gonna learn patience. right baby?"

she responded with babble and breathless pants.

he gripped her chin tighter. "words, my love."

"please! fuck- please matt! i need it!"

"need what?"

"i n-need to cum. please baby i'll do anything."

"anything?"

"yes! fuck!" it was beginning to be too much for y/n. her vision was dotting and her fingers we're losing feeling. but every part of her body was set of fire when she felts matts warm mouth on her pussy.

"holy shit..." her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body tightened.

"cum, y/n." matt said, plunging two fingers into her core.

with that simple command she let go.

y/n began to shake and pray to whatever god there was, thanking them for the gift that was matthew sturniolo.

matthew sturniolo who rode y/n through her high, and continued to give her multiple highs eventually bringing her to literal tears until all that was left of his beautiful, strong girlfriend was a twitching, drooling, babbling mess.

holding her brown legs in his inked arms, he rubbed her feet and asked "what did we learn?"

"patience." y/n hummed.

"good girl."

"i didnt know good girls were your type."

"oh baby..." matt kissed her pinky toe. "you're everybodys type."

niyah speaks💗 for my lilly bae

taglist: @mattslolita @summerssover @jnkvivi @sturnsslut

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 22 hours

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a smol rq 🥺 Reader squirts while riding tans thigh..... he is a muscular man. and he does not see it coming (literally)

just realised I never mentioned the squirting, sorry!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

JOYRIDE.

tangerine x fem!reader — smut

word count. 353

warnings. 18+ only. thigh riding. minors dni

Tangerine is slumped back into the armchair, his legs wide, manspreading in that way he knew you always liked. You're perched upon one of his thighs, pussy protected by the thin fabric of your underwear - the only thing between you and his trouser-covered leg.

He has his hands on your waist, his thick, tatted forearms catching the hem of your baggy tee - revealing slithers of your tummy. His grip is loose, palms resting on the slight indentation as he keeps you stable, your hips merely grinding over his beefy upper thigh.

His half-lidded eyes watch over you lazily, taking in the slow winding movements of you - cunt rubbing over him, the wet patch growing at the front of your underwear. His gaze slowly darts across you, watching different parts: from your blissed, relaxed face to your quivering inner thighs to your tight hold around his wrists. All of it like a lewd thought he's plucked from his innermost wants.

You clumsily keep your pace, trying to keep the feeling present, though it's starting to feel like a struggle. But Tangerine notices the look on your face —your features tightening uncomfortably— his grip from your waist slides down to your cheeks - grabbing handfuls of ass as he helps you grind over his thigh.

And with his subtle guidance, you feel that prior feeling return, only this time around, it's intensified.

"That's it," he hums as he watches you, the noise a low, reverberated sound. "Keep going," he encourages, nodding when you open your eyes - meeting his gaze.

You keep the same pace, frequently rubbing your clit against that muscular part of his mid-thigh - working up to your climax. Not before long, you're cumming and shaking over him, creaming all over his thigh - the wet patch spreading in your underwear. A complimentary one matching his navy blue trousers.

And just as you go to stand, a grip on your forearm pulls you back down, his other hand reaching into the front of his trousers. He shakes his head softly, pulling his cock overtop his waistband.

"Not so fast."

this is ass im sorry😭

#vicky342 #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #tangerine bullet train

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thyln4gf · 2 days

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505

✞ Once again, Im back with the short little blurbs! This time, theyre rather cute and adorable, and are about some of my favourite drivers, a song assigned for each. (I have synesthesia).

✞ Word count - 2,8k

✞ Drivers included - Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Logan Sargeant, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ (P.S. - lemme know if you dont see any of your favs. Im more than happy to write something <3)

Lando Yeswins - 505, arctic monkeys

"No!" Your shriek rings out through the air of the somewhat empty room, quickly followed by both of your giggles, as Lando has launched himself into you, picking you up. The man has missed you so, so much. He didnt even think it was possible. Hed spend his free time with looking at pictures of you, wishing that he could feel that skin against his, and... smell it, really. Now, that he has finally gotten the chance...

Your back makes contact with the couch, Lando still clinging to you tightly, and just plopping on top of you. He buries his face into your chest, drawing a deep breath to take in your scent... But you smelled like... him??

"Baby... have you been living in my clothes?" He asks, amusement laced into his tone. His face was still buried right where his favourite place was, though.

Silence from your end. One awkward chuckle later, you burst into another fit of giggles, followed by the heat that rose to your cheeks. You werent so sure if it was the man making you blush, or him being a damn human radiator doing the trick. Either way, you didnt mind - the golden retriever goofball of a man was excited to close the distance between you two again. A little too excited, even.

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Oscar Leclerc Piastri - teenage dream, katy perry

Him. You. Both of you. A lot of people have called you the dream team, and you have seen a lot of jealous tweets. Posts about your relationship in general - people seemed to be suckers for the childhood friends to lovers trope. So much that you could barely keep track of them anymore.

You have incorporated scrolling through the socials, and hunting for cute memes to annoy him, straight into your routine. His dms from you were filled with various kinds of those, mostly a spectrum of cat memes. Yes, a spectrum. You seemed to be unhinged enough to even ask for fun time alone through those. And, to be honest? They always worked on him. Always.

This time, it was no different - you were curled up on the couch, Oscar laying his head on your stomach, trying to nap. You could be seen scrolling, and... yep. Looking for some memes.

You find something else, though, your heart melting at the sight. You cant even hold the 'awwww' in, as much as you wanted to...

"Huh?" Oscar croaks out, rising from his slumber. All he heard was you making some sort of noise, and he instantly realized that he was about to get a phone right up his face. However... he slowly looks up and sees you... crying?

He doesnt say anything, but scoots up slightly instead, his face landing right by your neck. He looks at the little screen... Only to see a picture of two small children, both in race suits, both giggling on a makeshift podium. He quickly comes to the realisation that hes looking at both of you, at one of your first karting competitions together. And its all it takes to make a tear roll down his cheek as well. A happy tear. Hes quick to start kissing yours away, not even hesitating. Your skin tingled at the gentle contact, and you softly chuckle. Thats exactly what he wanted to achieve. A laugh out of those pretty lips of yours.

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Max Verstappen - im yours sped up, isabel larosa

As tough as this man looked out there, in the face of the cameras... he turned into a whiny puddle whenever he was wrapped in your arms. Something about you made him melt each and every time, making him feel safer than ever. Is that because you usually used rather masculine fragrances and smelled like a dad that he never really had? Maybe, maybe...

He was getting his daily dose of cuddles in. This time it was more of a comfort than it has ever been - he didnt do good, and didnt even finish the race. He felt awful.

"Are you going to leave me now?" You suddenly hear a muffled voice, coming from a certain mans face, currently getting buried into your chest.

"Pardon?" You respond, a confused chuckle following the single-word sentence. He wasnt insecure... as far as you knew.

"I said what i said, Liefje... now answer." the man groans, almost making you chuckle again - he was awfully adorable at the moment.

"No, baby, im yours. For life. Have you forgotten?" your voice reminds him, as you slip one of your hands away from his waist, wiggling the fingers not too far from his eyes. He feels you pulling your hand away, the action making him look up slightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That quickly melts away as he sees the engagement ring on your finger, one that he proposed to you with a few days ago.

"Right... i still havent gotten used to that. Sorry, mijn mooie vrouw." He responds, a small, tired smile slipping onto his lips, and you cant help but give him a small peck. You might be a master at making this man blush, but he had the exact same effect on you as well.

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Daniel Ricciardo - Iris, the goo goo dolls

Evenings spent with him on the porch were your all time favourite, easily - especially if it included watching the sunset. In that case, you had two incredibly gorgeous views to rest your eyes upon. And he definitely knew you were staring at him, instead of the pretty orange colours dancing across the sky - he just pretended not to see.

You two were cuddling on the beach chair - your body in his lap, your back to his chest. Hes currently zoned out just a little, honestly. He has adopted the habit of adoring the pretty clouds from you, and pointing out all the interesting shapes. This time, though, you were quicker than him, and an excited 'ooohhh!' coming from your mouth lets him know exactly that.

"Look! That one looks like a honey badger!" you excitedly blurt out, trying to point at the shape with your finger. He follows, and quickly sees what you wanted to show him. The cloud, indeed, is honey badger shaped. You earn a hearty chuckle and one of his grins that you loved oh so much. Yes, those grins.

His arms tighten around your waist, his lips not being able to resist from leaving a trail of kisses on the back of your neck, eventually landing on the back of your head. And you didnt need much more from him - you knew that it was his way of thanking you. By making you feel all warm and giddy inside.

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Logan Sargeant - american teenager, ethel cain

Spring has just started rolling around, leaving you to deal with your allergies. Its not like it was something new, or something serious, but it annoyed you nonetheless.

You two had a date that you were looking forward to all week, but suddenly, you felt like you couldnt live two minutes without having to blow your nose. Great. Logan noticed your mood immediately, so he had offered to watch a movie at home instead. You didnt resist much - you wanted to spend some time with your man, after all.

After cuddling up to him on the couch... You silently thanked for the ridiculous misery of your fate - feeling his body right by yours felt way better than spending time outside. Hearing him quietly breathe by you left you almost ecstatic, the warm air brushing by somewhere on your body, and as of the current case, your hair. Speaking of hair - he liked planting those little kisses to the crown of your head whenever you had your back to him. Almost just as much as looking at your backside.

These little moments reminded you just how far you two have come - it sometimes still felt like you were a pair of awkward teenagers, trying desperately to get over yourself to talk to each other. You still tease him about it, honestly - watching the popular guy at the school blush and giggle was the favourite sight of many.

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Charles Leclerc - k., cigarettes after sex

"Chéri, look! Thats cute, no?" You heard Charles come into the kitchen, cooing at something on his phone. You didnt have the time to turn around and look at him, honestly. So he was forced to come up right behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his palm softly brushing by your stomach while in the process. You couldnt help but wonder...

1...

2...

Yep, here it is. A gentle kiss to the corner of your jaw. You cant help but chuckle as his lips make contact with your skin, pleasure shooting down your spine almost immediately. He usually stops at one, but he seems to be in a playful mood today - because he doesnt, and continues to trace a line, almost connecting the dots on all your little moles and freckles.

"What is it?" You ask him with a chuckle, trying to distract him. However, you just dont get an answer. Just a phone getting shoved almost right into your face. The video that he wanted to show unpauses, and a scene of a cute puppy running around could be seen. Your heart instantly melts.

Charles seems to notice, because he already looks like a kid on christmas morning.

"Can we... adopt him? I even have a name!" He blurts out excitedly, making you chuckle again. You knew of his passion for dogs... so one wouldnt hurt, right?

You didnt even get to reply before he launched himself into a rant about why getting a dog right now would be a great idea. You just knew that you were going to spend like an hour, just listening to him talk. But you didnt mind - you enjoyed the sound of his voice, and watching the way he speaks with his hands whenever hes excited. It was truly an awfully adorable sight to witness every time.

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Carlos Sainz - good luck, babe!, chappell roan

He had a small ritual of hugging you before his races - he fully, firmly, and truly believed that hes not going to achieve any good results if he doesnt. And, look - it was true, so far. The win in Singapore? In his head, it was all because you initiated a hug that day. His arms had lingered on you for a little longer than they should have been for you two being just friends, but its not like you two minded, at all. You actually craved him and his touch. You craved to feel those hands around you, and to hear his voice murmuring something into your ear. You wanted, no, needed to feel the scent and the warmth of him being so close.

So you never really protested against his idea. In all honesty, it was the most desperate move that someone has ever tried to hit on you with. The most adorable one as well.

If you thought that you were going crazy from him invading every single nook and cranny of your mind... You should have taken a look into his. You and him both knew of the rumours floating around the internet, and all the fans almost straight up telling you two to just make out already. And that has almost happened, and multiple times - one of you always ended up awkwardly pulling away, though. Having him as a friend felt good, but you were sure that having him as a lover would feel like heaven.

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Lewis Hamilton - older, isabel larosa

"Thank you, love." His voice floats through the air of his drivers room, effortlessly reaching your ears, making you blush. Just a little. You had passed him his water bottle - his hands were far too busy with your hips, caressing and squeezing them with great care. His legs were spread a little, you positioned in between them. Yet, it still didnt seem like it was close enough for him - he kept trying to pull you closer, almost desperately tugging on the material of your jeans. A hand of his was now occupied with the water bottle, so he finds that as an opportunity to wrap the other around you fully, bringing you closer, once again. You almost fall over, but you catch yourself with a hand on the wall right besides his head. Helping Lewis train sometimes did help, huh?

"Hey there, easy! I couldve fallen right on top of you!" You had mentioned out loud in mock annoyance, trying hard to keep a chuckle at bay. It was hard to do so, though, because you could see a grin appearing on his lips. No, onto his whole face - the entirety of it would light up whenever he smiled or laughed, melting your heart each and every time.

"Do you prefer to be under me then?" He murmurs as a tease, leaning in to give you a chaste kiss on your neck. He knew that it was one of your ticklish spots - so he had adopted the habit of placing the gentlest kisses of them all right there. They never failed to make you feel flustered and giggly, making sure to spread a blush all over your face. Lewis was just secretly happy that you never seemed to notice his own blush, just like right now.

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Sebastian Vettel - too sweet, hozier

You were sat at your desk in your home office, working late. Again. All sorts of papers were scattered all around you, a pretty decent amount crumpled up and thrown aside as well. At first, youd aim for the trashcan, getting all giddy whenever youd make a shot. But the more time passed, the more you didnt care. You found yourself thinking of the fact that your husband wouldnt be really pleased at your current decision, and you being grateful that hes currently away for a few days. And you just happily continue focusing on your work.

You had focused a little too much, perhaps. Because you didnt hear Sebastian returning home, didnt notice him opening your office door either. You only did that when he spoke up, startling you a decent amount.

"Brought you coffee, schatz." He said, quietly walking to appear by your side, placing the mug down. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head up to look at him. Right as you do so, you get surprised with a forehead kiss. You cant fight the smile that wanted to appear onto your lips, going back to your work. You fully expect Sebastian to protest, to go ahead and try to pull you away from the work. But what does he do instead? He lets his hands meet with your tense shoulders, and gets to gently massaging them, slowly kneading out the knots. No words said. A quiet hum escapes your throat. You two didnt need any words to communicate, really. He understood you on a deeper level, just like you understood him. Isnt it sweet?

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Jenson Button - one of the girls, the weeknd

"Twirl around again?" Jenson requests, making a spinning motion in the air with two of his fingers. You had decided to make him watch your fashion show after the shopping spree of today, just like you usually did. Every time. You thought hed be a little annoyed at you for forcing him to sit down on the couch, basically pushing him backwards right onto it. It was far, far from it - hed even encourage you to go shopping sometimes. 'Honey, its our anniversary next Saturday. Dont you want a new dress?', 'Go get something new, we're going out tomorrow', and 'i think you need to refresh your wardrobe' were phrases that you heard pretty often. And not for the reasons youd think - this man just truly and genuinely enjoyed seeing you smile, and the enthusiasm that would possess your whole being when it came to showing him. You liked to call him a simp, but in his books, that was just being reasonable.

You gladly fulfill his request with a giggle, spinning around to let the skirt of the dress flow around. This one had a great score on both of the 'spinny' and 'shiny' scales, which he learned from you pretty fast. However, he sees you suddenly stop. The surprise on his face is almost as big as yours. However, you quickly gasp and start giggling again, shoving your hands into... some pockets?

"It has pockets!" You excitedly blurt out, turning both of the pockets inside out to show him. That earns a chuckle out of him. You play around with the pockets some more, and start spinning again. As much as Jenson adored your silliness, sometimes. Hed worry about you bumping into things... and it would happen pretty often. But he was always there to baby you, placing gentle kisses around the spot you had just hurt yourself.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanart #formula one fanart #fanfiction #formula one fanfics #f1 x reader #lando norris #oscar piastri #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #logan sargeant #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #jenson button

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winter-rosyfawn · 2 days

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notes : (edited) this is a very rushed fic, im sorry but im jst soo desperate for this man i feel like i could go crazy over him! ❦ sorry if there are some misspelled words. im not someone who's good at english. reader's skin is not announced !

Geshulin x F!reader ♡♡ MDNI! Content Warning; Smut, curse words, kinda rough sex mentioned? breeding kink & possible future pregnancy cus im such a sucker for that.. pet names (love) fluff and a bit of aftercare at the end.

"a-ah! geshuu~! please.. slow down.." i said as Geshulin's cock speeding up inside my womb.

geshulin's chuckled. Looking into your eyes in a cowgirl position. he grabs youe wrist. while locking eye contact with you.

"oh, im sorry – love. You are just so irresistible to me. i couldn't hold myself back." geshu said.

"B-but geshuu! i- well i could say the same about you but dont you think you were doing so – Ah! rough?" i respond back at geshu's words.

"I know my love, and i am truly sorry. but– ugrfh! you are just so fucking good.." geshu said as his hips start to speeding up even more..

"geshu! geshu! i–"

"i know, love. i know. i fucking know." geshu says as his hands hold your waist tightly while bringing his hips to the air and back to the bed you were both in to.

"geshu.. i'm– Ah! im gonna cum!.." i said as tears start to roll down onto my cheeks.

"fuck, love.. Me too.. lets– ugh! lets cum together, shall we?" he said as he curled his lips into a sly smirk.

Geshu's hips start to Pacing up even more brutal than before. its been hours and your legs was nowhere to be found to even move. and now his hands locked up into your waist, Holding it in so hard that you'd sure it would leave a scar..

But all of your thoughts were vanished as you and geshu cum together. you threw your head to the back, tongue out while tears start to drop between geshu's legs.

And all of that went out of the window when you realize that he just cum inside you! and you arent on your birth control yet–!

"G-Geshu!" i said with a panic expression. Looking at geshu's rather-sly expression. it seems like he planned this...

"what?" he said, coldy. as he always do..

"y-you! you cum inside me?! i could get pregnant y'know.."

"well so what? i need a heir for the next general anyway. Its not like i would leave you for someone else if i really get you pregnant my love. not that anyone would gave me the most euphoria and ecstasy as you do." he said in the most calming-geshulin way possible.

Your cheeks turned.. red. but oh.. you were too tired to even think about anything anyway. your legs were all numb and now, you just want to take a good nap & cuddle with him.

after some minutes not hearing your respond, geshu's spoke.

"feeling tired my love?" he asked.

"oh geshu.. you know this, dont you?" i said.

pftt.. geshu giggled. "oh yes.. of course i do my love."

"come here." geshu said– no, command.

i start to crawl into his open arms, trying to cuddle myself in his grasp. as geshu's hands came to hug my back, while his cock stayed inside my womb.

both of us were so exhausted, and now all of that whats left was tiredness and the need to rest. as i melt myself in geshu's arms. the candle that has been lighten up besides me, were out. & with that, so is my time for the day... and now.. i really.. really.. need to sleep..... zzZzz...

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you bite your lip, trying to stay focused on the movie playing in front of you as chris's hands grope your thighs harsher. you sat in your room watching some poorly directed movie with the distraction of him under you, having you seated on his lap.

the panties between your legs grew wetter as you subconsciously rock your hips back and forth, feeling his hard cock pushing against your ass. your mother was just down stairs, she knew he was here, being the on to open the door for him to enter.

his hands grip on both sides of your hips, pushing you onto him as you took the opportunity to feel him harsher on your core. "wearing this skirt for me, hm?" he groaned in your ear when you pushed your ass onto him. he guided you on his lap, moving you back and forth as you arched your back onto his erection. "with fishnets too slut?"

you moan when he rocks you to a certain criteria that perfectly hits that spot. "fuck.." he sighs, not being able to contain himself. the movie was loud enough for your mother not to hear you two, but you couldnt take any risky chances. yet you couldn't help yourself.

you lifted your ass from it's spot on his lap and he groans at the sudden lack of friction, you hook your thumb around the waist band of your skirt before he stops you. "keep it on." it sounded like a demand, and you hesitantly drop your hands back to your side, going back to sit on him again before suddenly, you feel his fingers grip on your fishnets and ripping them completely under your skirt, straight where its supposed to cover your ass. you gasp, turn to face him who only looks up at you with innocent puppy eyes, as if he has no idea what you're looking at him for. "chris!" you whisper-yell, he only guides you back to his lap.

he slips his sweatpants down to his mid thighs, "watch the movie, sweetheart." he says. you whimper at the feeling of his soft lips sending wet kisses onto your neck, the dry humping getting more intense. his fingers slip between your legs and slides your panties off to the side, immediately rubbing your sensitive cunt as you take the opportunity to fuck his fingers. his thumbs rubs your clit as you pump yourself with his fingers.

he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping his underwear off as you allow him to align his tip to your pussy. your back pressed against his chest as it arches hard, he moans in your ear as you lower yourself onto him.

you quickly pick up your pace, bouncing ontop of him faster as his moans got louder, watching your ass in front of him that barely covered itself with the skirt you wore today, no completely exposed due to him ripping your fishnets.

he pushes his hips up, trying to get as deep as he could inside of you. "m' gonna cum, chris." you huff as he whimpered in your ear in pleasure. "me too, baby."

you cum all over his hard cock that still pumped inside of your over and over. suddenly, you're not sure how, you hear footsteps come up the stairs. and your bouncing immediately stops and chris's eyes widen. he forces your hips down onto his dick as you feel it twitch inside of you.

you hold your breath, chris's hand finds a way to casually rest on your waist as you use a blanket to cover both your laps. the door flies open and your mother stands at the entrance. "hi sweetie, hi chris." she smilws fondly at the two of you, seemingly having not a clue in the world.

you turn to look at your mom and attempt to give her a normal smile as you slightly shift with chris's dick inside you, he forces himself to swallow a moan. "hey mom, what's wro-wrong?" you flash her your set of teeth. "just wanted to know how you guys are enjoying the movie i picked out for yall, how you enjoying it, chris?" she asks, turning her attention to him.

"great, gre-eh-at mrs. y/l/n! i enjoyed the water-fffall scene!" you wince at his attempt to sound casual, but your mother doesn't pick up on it. "did ya? i loved that scene! well, sorry if im bothering you two, im just excited to see you guys watching my favourite movie!" chris's nails digged deeper into your hips as you heard him gulp.

"yeah, mom. thanks. shut the door behind you?"

"'course, sweetie."

his hot cum races into just like the waterfall he was mentioning.

oh my god brother wrote a whole novel in my anons

whoever wrote this you are SICCCKKKK😭😭😭 and.. this was delicious to read 😁😁

#inkyray #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #sturniolo #the sturniolos #christopher sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #stromboli #nicolas antonio sturniolo

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i’m here for the ushi love and i have so many thoughts abt that big boy.

his hands, rough and calloused from the sport so no matter how gently he tries to touch or hold you it just always feels so rough. THEYRE HUGE TOO. makes your neck, hands, thighs, ass, chest, EVERYTHING look tiny compared to him n his big hands hhfffff.

i’d like to touch in on his broad ass shoulders too. HES SO WIDE IN THE YUMMIEST WAY POSSIBLE. he’s almost 6’4 too if i remember correctly, his large and toned frame literally engulfing you. aahhsdfifkd he’s so big i crave him carnally. IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.

(i’m 110% projecting here but like.. he’s always in control on his team, ykw being a super cool awesome player and all. everyone looks up or to him to try and gauge the next move. IMAGINE IF HE JUST MELTS UNDER UR TOUCH BC IT FEELS SO GOOD TO LET SOMEONE ELSE MAKE THE DECISIONS)

HIS HANDS... I COULD TALK ABOUT HIS HANDS FOR AGES. him being a fan of absolutely man handling you without him really noticing or taking into account the fact that hes moving you without your permission until you put your hands on his wrist and smile, having to remind you to be gentle with your body.

i think he can be really soft, sometimes in the moments when its just you two- he can really just relax and let you steer him where you want him. asks you vocally to tell him what you want- makes his cock twitch the second you babble and plead for him to make you feel good, acquiesces with a nod before doing exactly what you tell him. if you want more- be more descriptive, tell him what feels good.

#ushijima #hq #asks #no.name #hq.txt #ushijima smut

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mikichko · 21 hours

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⛔ this blog is 18+ !! minors and ageless blogs please dni ⛔ part of adoptive parents!ghoap x reader inspired by this tiktok cw: afab!reader, series revolves around a child so be mindful!

“i’m sorry i’m a bad kid miss”

johnny freezes midstep at the unmistakable sound of zachariah’s voice. not too far from your classroom’s door, he comes to a full stop. the hallways are empty now, his arrival delayed by trouble at the coffee shop, which makes it easier for zach’s voice to carry down to him. he stiffens as the words register, not missing the wobble in his son's voice.

there’s no way you’d be telling zach, his son, that he’s a bad kid.

he wills himself to breathe deeply, inhaling sharply as his feet carry him silently to your classroom. he understands that his son requires extra handling. that his behavior and temperament when worked up are an adjustment to all those involved. but that doesn’t give any of them the right to attach such foul words to his boy. he has to pause a step before your doorway, taking deep silent breaths to ease down his temper. his hands flex inward, blunt nails pressing firmly against the calloused skin of his palms before he attempts to release the tension in his body. he has to keep it together and not cause a scene in front of his son, no matter how disrespectful he’s being treated.

what he doesn’t expect, is to find you knelt before zach. you have your back turned to him, focused completely on zach as you hold his face in your hands. and though he can’t see you, he can certainly see zach. his little boy’s face is covered in red splotches, his eyes watery, and his eyelashes wet as he blinks rapidly trying to hold back his tears.

“sweetheart,” you stoke your thumb across his cheek, catching a tear before it has a chance to fall. “you are not a bad kid.” zach presses his lips together at that. just like he does when simon tells him that clover will tell him if zach feeds her his vegetables again. or when johnny tells him that they can turn the frosting pink with strawberries, like he doesn’t quite believe him.

“where did you get that silly idea from, love?”

zach takes a breath, tries to, but a tremble shakes his small body. you stroke his cheek once more, speaking in a low comforting voice, “it's okay sweetheart. take your time. we’re not in any rush” he bites his lip, nodding slowly before he closes his eyes and tries for another breath, much steadier this time.

he doesn’t meet your gaze when he opens his eyes. instead, looking down as he talks, voice small, “everyone says im just a bad kid.” the trembling starts up again as he continues, “and you’re so nice to me.” he stops, another shaky breath rocking his body, “and i want to say sorry for being so bad even though you’re so nice to me.”

johnny’s been out of the service for years now. he thinks that he and simon have adjusted to civvy life as best as they possibly could, after everything. and yet, right here right now, he can feel soap stirring from his hibernating state. he thinks of seven inappropriate acts of violence he can perpetuate against the staff members of the school before he reels himself back in. he wants names. of every single person who had the gall to say something like that to his son. would like to see how they posture up when someone their size, possibly larger, meets them face to face.

for a brief second johnny wonders if you knew about this. had you said this to zach before?

the thoughts are wiped from his mind as he sees how your spine goes rigid. your shoulders tense, body unmoving but your hands stay soft and gentle for his boy. it’s only for a moment, then you ease up again, your back moving as you breathe deeply. he doesn’t need to see your face to confirm your innocence. not when he can see so plainly the way you hold his boy’s face as if you’re cradling the world’s most precious thing in the world. the way that you murmur reassurances as his tears fall and his body shakes, your fingers wiping away salty tears before they even leave their dewy mark on his skin.

“my love,” you start sweet and soft, “there is no such thing as a bad kid.” one of your hands moves to push back his hair, damp as a result of his tumultuous state. “do you know what the nice thing about being alive is?” zach shakes his head, lips still pressed tightly together but breathing a little easier now. “it’s everyone’s first time.”

you scoot forward a bit before you sit back on your heels, lowering yourself even more. “no one knows what they’re doing, especially not you! you’re only five!” zach shudders out a breath, nodding and johnny finds himself nodding along with him. he’s not a bad kid, for god’s sake he’s barely even five. he’s still learning what being a kid really is.

“do you remember when your daddy and papa first got clover? clover didn’t follow the house rules, right? but clover wasn’t a bad dog, she just didn’t know what the rules were. she was just learning.” the tears have stopped falling now and zach breathes better, albeit a little snotty, as he nods along to your words.

“you’re not a bad kid zachy. not at all. don’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.” you continue to stroke across his forehead and cheeks, zach’s eyes flutter as you soothe him. “ you are an incredible kid and i’m so glad to have you in my class. it’s not a chore to be nice to you sweetheart. it’s one of the easiest things that I do. I promise.”

the words aren’t even out of your mouth before zach launches himself forward, with no warning. his small arms wrap over your shoulders, using the strength of his whole body to hug you. he whispers something to you that johnny can't make out. you simply stroke his back and remind him how happy you are to have him here. he’s doing his best and that’s all you could ever ask of him.

and johnny can see that you’re doing your best. that you are doing more for his son than any other educator in this entire building, hell his entire academic career, had ever done for him. it untangles the knot of anger that sat at the bottom of his stomach, replaced with something softer, warmer. his skin pricks up, goosebumps spreading across his arms and hair standing on end as he watches you console this boy who he loves so much and is raising as his own. he knows for a fact that you would never speak such ill words to his child. that if anything, you’re the shield that protects him from that and worse.

he takes a few steps back from the doorway, collecting himself before heading back, making sure his steps are heard. he knocks on the open door before stepping into the classroom, still finding you knelt on the floor but with zach in front and not wrapped around you. already, the redness is fading from zach’s fair skin, eyelashes still wet but with no new tears clumping them together. “ah sorry, was I interruptin’ something?”

you look over your shoulder at him, your small smile widening into a grin. “mister mactavish! right on time. I was just talking with zachy about what a good boy he’s been these past couple weeks.” you turn back to zach, and he giggles before you rise to your feet, no doubt a wink exchanged between you both. “a great improvement indeed mister mactavish. I think that warrants a reward, don't you?” you flash him a blinding smile.

johnny would give his son all of life’s rewards if he could. he knows how good his son is. but as he looks over at the sight of his son, his boy, leaning into your hip, looking at you as if you hung the stars, he can’t seem to find his voice. he simply nods.

“alright zach,” you pat him on the head, “go on and get your stuff so you and your papa can get back home to your daddy. alright?” another nod and zach dashes off to get his backpack and jacket from his hook.

johnny clears his throat, his voice finally finding him, “thank you.”

you blink bewilderedly at him, “what for?”

“reminding him he’s not a bad kid.”

your eyes widen just a fraction before you let out a small laugh, “ah, so you heard.” you break his gaze, looking over where zach is collecting his belongings. when you look back at johnny, your eyes have softened, “you don’t have to thank me for that mister mactavish. I meant what I said. he’s a wonderful kid. we just have to keep reminding him of that. especially when no one else will.”

#.txt #.cod #.mine #.soap #have to come up for a name for this series #also this is very much inspired by a sweet little boy I had #love him so much i hope he's doing great #soap #john mactavish #john 'soap' mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #that tiktok made me miss my kids SO MUCH #(from when i was a teacher)

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