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Every Kiss Begins With Tabs - Max Verstappen
Words: 1,544
Summary: Max and her have a tradition that was born from their first kiss.
Note(s): The idea for this fic popped into my head one night, didn’t know what driver to do with it, and then quickly realized Max is the only option with him driving for a literal energy drink company.
Also, this features Max and Charles being best friends, because your honor, I love them. (and features a bit of Ferrari bashing, because of course)
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At the end of their first date, Max had watched as she shyly reached into her purse, fishing for something, before pressing a small thing into his hand and instinctively he held it. He didn’t even get a second to figure out what it was, since she kissed him as soon as it was pressed into his hand. It was small, barely a second, just a peck. But it had made him flush, staring at her with wide eyes before he murmured a quiet again.
Her bottom lip had found its way between her teeth for a second, before she nodded at his hand, the one she had pressed something into. For the kiss. He remembers her mumble, making her all the more cute to him, how she was shy yet bold in the same breath.
It had been near painful to look away from her, but he forced his eyes down as he uncurled his hand and saw a generic soda tab sitting in his palm. Her words rang in his ears and memories of watching girls in school give them to boys run through his head and he’s pressing their hands together, keeping it between their palms as he kisses her.
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Max’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as he messes with the tab on his can of Red Bull. The sound of the press and his fellow drivers' voices washing over him. When it easily tears off, he pockets it, just as he’s asked a question.
“Over these last few months, you’ve been a lot happier. Many people thought it was you winning races making you so happy, but with Singapore happening, that has been disproven. Is there something other than winning that makes you so happy?”
Max’s eyes darted over to his press officer, personal questions were on the no list for after races. She looks back at him with a raised eyebrow and he has to resist letting his brows press together. She clearly didn’t think this was personal and in nature he supposes it wasn’t, but it was leading. Raising the microphone to his lips, he speaks. “Well, I think I’d have a very boring, shit life if the only thing that made me happy was winning.”
The reporter coughs, “Of course. But nothing new in your life?”
“Not that I can think of.”
There’s a frown on the reporter's face, but they don’t ask anything else, and the session is called to a close.
“I fucking hate reporters.” Max murmurs as he walks out the room.
Charles snorts, hearing him and gently bumping their shoulders together. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Haha. Was a good race for you today, though.”
“I feel like I need a fucking bodyguard. I’ve been getting threats like crazy.”
Max winces, having seen some for himself and also knowing from experience how bad they could get. “Ferrari hasn’t hired any for you?”
He scoffs, “No, too much faith, I suppose.”
“Stick close, come to Red Bull’s hotel with me, I’ve got an extra room and security.”
“Ooh.” Charles teases, poking at his side as they exit the building. “Look at the golden boy with his security.”
Max rolls his eyes, but feigns away as he reaches out again. “Are you coming or not?”
He scoffs again. “Of course. I’m too pretty to be killed.”
It’s Max’s turn to scoff, “You're something, alright.” he mutters.
Entering Red Bull’s garage with Charles would feel weird if it weren't for the fact that for nearly all of this season Bradley, Christian, Tom, GP, or himself had all been sneaking the Ferrari driver in. Max knows that Christian is hoping with them allowing Charles access to their garage and helping hide him away from Ferrari that he’ll join their team, and Max isn’t too proud to say that he’s started to wish that too.
“I’ve gotta get something from Christian first.” Max murmurs when Charles makes a confused hum when they don’t immediately go to his driver’s room. “Also, might want to text something to collect your stuff.”
“Andrea will get it. I just need the hotel and room number so he can send some stuff over.”
“Don’t want to sleep in Red Bull branded clothes?”
Charles sniffs, sticking his chin in the air, perfectly making a haughty face. “Of course not. I have fashion sense.”
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“You want room service or something delivered from somewhere?”
Charles stares at him, “Mate.”
Max grins at him before returning his gaze to his phone. “Had to ask. We do have Brazil next weekend after all.”
“I want all the tacos in the world right now.”
“Margaritas as well?”
It’s silent for a second, “why not. Just one though.”
Max rolls his eyes, typing out the number ten before hitting send.
“Food has been ordered.”
“Thank god. I’m starving.”
“Not going to offer to pay?” Max jokes, even though he’d refuse.
“God no.” He scoffs before grinning at him. “Thank you, Max, honestly.”
“It’s no problem.”
“When will the food get here?” Charles asks nearly thirty minutes later as Max unlocks the door.
“Already here.” He tells him, opening the door up and stepping through.
Tossing his backpack to the armchair, he doesn’t see the confused look on Charles’ face or how it grows more confused when Max fishes something out of his pocket and holds it out, a grin on his face as he stands just beside the suite's sofa.
Charles nearly stumbles when a girl appears out of nowhere, words gathering on his tongue, only for them to die before they can form when she takes whatever it is out of Max’s hand and kisses him. He knows his mouth is open, jaw dropped, as he stares at the two.
“Hello.” Max murmurs, pulling away after pressing another kiss to her lips.
Her head is tilted up a bit to look at him, nose scrunching a little as she smiles. “Hi. Well done on the race.”
He grins and is unable to resist kissing her again before finally separating from her, only to wrap an arm around her and pull her into his side as he turns them both to face Charles. “Charles, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”
The other driver blinks at them for a few seconds before smiling. “Hello. It’s lovely to meet you.” He tells her, stepping forward to greet her with a hug, giving Max a thumbs up when she easily goes along with it.
Max snorts at the thumbs up.
“Congrats on your race as well, Charles. Always nice to see you on the podium.”
“Oh.” He can feel his cheeks turn a little pink at the compliment. “Well, it is always nice to be there, even if he is always taking the top spot.”
She laughs and then she’s ushering them both to sit down at the small table nearly overflowing with food.
“Oh my god.” Charles breaths, staring at it all. “It’s beautiful.”
“I think you're just hungry, mate.” Max remarks and Charles notices how she passes whatever Max handed her before they kissed back to the driver before giving him a peck on the lips.
“Of course, I’m hungry.” His eyes wander over all the food, all the tacos, and he knows that Andrea will be pissed at their next session when Charles tells him what he ate, but he knows he won’t regret it. Even when Andrea makes the session a triple.
“Can I ask a question?” Charles asks, after they are done eating. The twelve tacos he ate and two margaritas he had in combination with pleasant company made him feel content.
“Is it a stupid one?”
“Max.” She playfully scolds, but there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Of course.”
“What is with the thing? The small thing you pass back and forth.”
“Oh,” her eyes are a little wide and she seems to have stiffened and it has Charles' eyes widened.
“You do not have to answer. I was just curious. You can of course tell me to shut up.”
“No, it’s okay.” She shares a look with Max. “It’s just a habit, I don’t even really think about it anymore.”
Charles watches as she carefully extends her hand and opens it so he can stare at the thing the couple has been exchanging. His eyebrows furrow when he sees it��s a tab to a Red Bull can.
“Before I kissed Max for the first time, I gave him a tab from a soda can. It’s become a tradition of sorts.”
His face softens at the explanation, and this whole weekend he has missed Alex, but now more than ever he wishes that she was able to come with him. “That is very sweet.” His lips then curl into a smirk and he looks at Max. “Must make sex uncomfortable though.”
“You mother,” Max cuts himself off as he hits Charles with a pillow, his fellow driver howling with laughter. Hitting him with a pillow again, Max looks at her to see her laughing as well, face bright with joy and his hand is ducking into his pocket pulling out a spare tab he always keeps on him, pressing it into her hand before kissing her, ignoring the fake sounds of throwing up from Charles as he does.
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Next Door to Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Neighbor AU)
Word Count: 3,188
Summary: When you made the move to the city you never expected your new neighbor to be so sweet and helpful...or hot.
Author's Note: Because why not! Moving in across the hall from Bucky would be a dream, one I'd like to live out please and ty haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰
Warnings: fun and flirty, teasing and tension, a curse or two or three, Bucky is impatient and cocky in the best way!
Last week
Your tired, fuzzy slipper clad feet drag along the floor as you trudge toward the door across the hall. You’re hoping someone is home. Someone who has sugar. Anyone.
You let out a quick exhale and lift your chin before rapping your knuckles against the wood. A frown starts to mar your forehead when you hear a sleepy mumble come from inside the apartment.
Shit, fuck, shit you woke him up. It’s a guy. Of course it is…because you don’t look like you just rolled off your mattress that still has no bedframe and tripped over twenty-five unopened boxes…etc, etc.
The door swings open revealing said guy…a hot-as-fuck guy. Naked, except for his unbuttoned jeans.
Oh hi neighbor.
Before you can stop it, your gaze instantly drops to the dark trail of hair below his bellybutton, framed by a set of abs that you could dry your laundry on.
You reel yourself in and lift your eyes to his which does nothing to help your declining focus. His hair is perfectly mussed from sleep, his chiseled jaw shadowed with dark stubble and his incredible blue eyes lined by dark lashes.
His hands are planted on either side of the door frame and with every passing second you’re mesmerized by flexing muscles in his chest and arms.
He drags a lazy hand through his unkept hair and smiles. Knowingly. Smugly.
“Can I help you doll?”
“Um…hi. I’m sorry if I woke you…it’s just…I moved in yesterday and haven’t gone shopping yet and I have no sugar. I need my coffee.”
“So you’re my new neighbor,” he croons. “Lucky me.”
You audibly swallow and hold up your coffee cup pleadingly.
“I’ll take care of ya doll.”
With a wink he holds up one long finger.
“Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with that sugar.”
He spins on his heel and walks toward what you’re guessing is the kitchen and it should be considering your apartments are mirror images of each other.
You step inside and stand by the door to wait. You hear him rummaging around and then hear a crash followed by grumbled curses.
Before you can react the cutest white cat saunters out of the kitchen, looking quite proud with his fluffy tail held high and blue eyes unblinking.
“That’s Alpine,” he yells from the other room. “Don’t let his cuteness fool you. He’s a menace!”
You let your laughter ring out and then kneel down to give Alpine some scratches. The cat instantly warms up to you and presses himself against your leg, purring loudly.
“Ah, of course he likes you.”
You look up at the sound of your neighbors voice and reluctantly give up petting Alpine to take the offering of sugar.
“Thank you….?”
“Bucky,” he finishes for you. “Name’s Bucky.”
“Thanks Bucky,” you say with a smile and then introduce yourself.
You look back down at the cat that is now circling between Bucky’s bare feet. “And Alpine really is cute. I can’t imagine he’s a menace.”
“Just wait until you get to know him,” Bucky says. “Can I get you anything else doll?”
“No. Thank you and again I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“No problem at all. I had a late night at the office and I was just being lazy. If you need anything else just come by. Anytime.”
His lips turn up in a boyish grin and he winks again.
You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and walk out into the hall and toward your apartment. Just as you push your door open you look over your shoulder and catch him staring, his teeth dug deep into his bottom lip.
The knock at your door startles you from your unpacking trance and from your spot on the floor, surrounded by open boxes and a mess of things, you ask, “who is it?”
“It’s Bucky…and I have food.”
Your smile is impossible to hide and you shout back, “come in!”
Bucky appears in the doorway with a pizza box.
“Hiya doll face,” he chimes. “I figured you’d need some fuel.”
You drag yourself out of the mess on the floor and hop up onto the edge of the counter.
“Thanks Bucky. I really appreciate it, but you’re spoiling me. What is it now…the third time this week you’re feeding me?”
He hands you a slice and then stands there, watching while you take a bite.
“And why not? You need to eat and I love to eat, might as well do it together!”
You laugh through your bite. “Then what motivated you to help with my furniture?”
He shrugs and grabs a slice of pizza, shoving half into his mouth before he answers.
“Perfect opportunity to show off my muscles.”
He waggles his brows suggestively and flexes a bicep.
“Double win for me,” you admit, licking your lips. “How will I ever repay you.”
He remains quiet for several moments while he studies you then asks, “how about a real dinner?”
“Pizza is the realest dinner there is!” you state with a mouthful.
“Let me take you out. For something other than pizza.”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
“Would you say yes if I were?”
Your legs swing back and forth at the knee as you finish your bite and then place your slice of pizza down. You reach over the box and grab the marker you left out on the counter, placing it between your lips.
Watching him from under your lashes, you take his arm and roll up the sleeve of his Henley and when your fingertips make contact with the sensitive skin on his underside of his forearm you can feel his muscles tighten.
Your mouth curves around the marker at his reaction and you pluck it from between your lips and start writing on his skin.
“Now you’ve got my number. Text me and we’ll pick a date for our date.”
“Thank you,” he says, leaning in close and dropping his eyes to your mouth.
Your lips part with your small gasp of air and when his thumb lifts to brush along the corner of your mouth you let out a rush of air.
“Sauce,” he states before he licks his finger clean, his gaze locked on yours.
You nod as he steps back and pulls out his phone to dial your number on his arm. Your phone rings and he says, “and now you’ve got mine.”
You spend the rest of your weekend unpacking and doing errands, running into Bucky only once in a frantic rush of laundry. He offers to help but you know if you let him you’ll become distracted and never get anything done. The two of you text back and forth, deciding on Saturday for your official date. No pizza involved.
The next morning you get another text from him.
“Morning doll face. Don’t forget an umbrella. Gonna rain later today.”
“Are you the weather man now?” you message back, smiling at your phone.
“Nah. Just a friendly neighbor.”
“Did you tell everyone in the building about the rain and remind them to bring an umbrella.”
“Just you…”
“Thanks, but I’m already half way to work sans umbrella.”
“Damn it. I knew I should have texted earlier. Now if you get caught in the rain it’ll be all my fault.”
“Hardly! I should have checked the weather. Can’t rely on you for everything can I?”
He sends a wink face.
“Is it Saturday yet?”
“Still only Monday morning. What’s Saturday?”
“Don’t tease me doll. I’ve been looking forward to this date since you showed up at my door lookin’ for sugar.”
“Have a good day Bucky.”
“You too doll…stay dry.”
You’re only two blocks from your apartment building when the sky opens up and the rain comes down in buckets. By the time you reach the doors you’re soaked through and cursing at yourself for forgetting an umbrella.
The door attendant lets you in with a sympathetic smile and as you’re sloshing past him and toward the elevator you hear Bucky’s voice.
“Oh doll. Look at you.”
He tugs his mail from the box and slams it shut, rushing toward you and taking your arm.
“Soaked,” you say sadly.
“I can see that,” he muses with a twitch of his perfect lips. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs and dry.”
The elevator doors open and you step inside with a shiver. He immediately starts to pull your jacket from your shoulders.
“What are you doing?” you ask without stopping him.
“You have to get out of this jacket. I’m sure your shirt is….”
He stops speaking when his eyes catch sight of your white button down, soaked through so that you can see the lace of your bra outlined against the fabric.
“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging his eyes back to your face. “Here.”
He shrugs off his damp jacket and then takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
“But it’ll get all wet,” you protest.
“Don’t care. You can’t walk out of the elevator like that.”
His jaw is set in a hard line as his fingers work over the scruff that lines it. The elevator dings at your floor and he takes your hand, leading you out and checking the hallway.
“Why are you looking around like that?” you ask.
He turns back to you and tugs you closer. “I don’t wanna anyone seeing you.”
“Why not?”
“Because then I’ll have to kill them,” he states.
“Someone is acting a little jealous,” you giggle.
“Yeah well…we haven’t even had our first date yet. Can’t have someone looking at what’s about to be mine.”
“Yours,” you breathe out, not even realizing you’re now standing in front of your apartment door.
With shaky fingers you start to remove his suit jacket but before you can he stops you with a hand on your wrist.
“Don’t doll. Just keep it for now.”
“But we’re at the door. I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but if you take that off then I have to see you in your wet shirt again. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself if I do.”
“Control yourself how?” you ask in a breathy whisper.
He responds with a pained groan before his mouth meets yours and he has you pressed against the door.
Even though your shirt is soaked through and your skin is cold you can feel the warmth of his body seep into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and he lifts one hand to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss.
Your scrape your nails along his broad shoulders and he moans out your name.
“Fuck, I love having your hands on me.”
The desperation in his voice has you arching into him and you drop your head against the door, giving him access to trail his lips down your neck. Your fingers slide into his hair and tug at the soft strands. He growls into your skin and scrapes his teeth over your pulse point making you gasp his name.
“Oh I like that,” you whisper.
He does it again.
“You’re going to like everything I do to you doll face.”
His lips graze yours and he swallows your whimper, crowding you closer to the door before muttering out a curse and letting you both take a breath.
“Is it Saturday yet?” he asks, still breathless.
“Still Monday,” you answer, feeling just the same.
“Right,” he says, planting his hands on the door above your head and dropping his head forward.
A door down the hall opens and he pauses, straightening his body to hide your own. You both smile at the older lady who walks by with a questioning look.
When Bucky’s eyes return to you they drop to where he spread his jacket open to put his hands on you, your shirt sticking to your wet skin even more now.
He stares before reluctantly dragging his eyes up and taking the sides of the material and pulling them tightly around you.
You tremble.
“Still cold?” he asks, his eyes soft with worry.
“Hardly,” you answer and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“See you later Bucky.”
“I’m counting on it doll.”
You spend the rest of the week juggling your time between work, texting Bucky and sleeping. You’ve only seen him once since Monday evening and that was for five minutes when he caught you coming home again but this time he had his friend Steve with him and there was no chance for any kissing.
Saturday morning rolls around and you wake up to a text from him.
“It is finally Saturday or am I dreaming?”
“It’s really Saturday!”
“Thank fuck! Can we start our date now?”
“No…I have to do girly things and prepare.”
“What kinds of things….?”
“I’ll see you tonight Buck.”
You can almost hear his groan through the phone.
“I’ll be at your door at 7 sharp.”
Bucky knocks on your apartment door at exactly the same time your phone clock hits 7:00pm. You grin at your best friend Nat before she gets up and walks toward the door.
“Oh girl. He’s hot!” a muffled voice says from the other side.
It isn’t yours so Bucky assumes it’s your friend.
“He’s at least a nine.”
Bucky scoffs, muttering, “a nine?” quietly to himself.
“Hey, I can hear you in there. Are you gonna open the door?” he asks the unknown voice.
The door swings open to reveal a red head who looks him over with two scrutinizing green eyes.
“Hi,” he smiles, holding out his hand. “I’m Bu…”
“Bucky,” she finishes. “I know who you are…question is…do you know who I am?”
“You must be Natasha,” Bucky answers with a smug smile.
“That’s right and I’m a black belt in jiu jitsu so you do anything I don’t like and I will end you.”
Bucky’s eyes light up and he watches Nat as she moves toward the kitchen.
“You almost ready doll face,” he yells, not taking his eyes off Nat in case she goes for a knife.
“I’m right here,” you say.
Bucky turns to find you standing right in front of him. His mouth drops open as his eyes sweep you up and down.
“This is where you say she looks amazing,” Nat admonishes from the kitchen, dangerously close to the knife rack.
However, Bucky’s eyes never leave you and when he steps into your space and wraps you in his arms, pulling you into his chest, you let out a squeal of delight.
“You look fucking gorgeous,” he says, loud enough for Nat to hear, then whispers, only for your ears, “I want to rip this dress off you.”
Your lips spread into a sly smile. “We made the right choice Nat.”
“Of course we did,” she chimes. “Now go. I’ll lock up.”
“I’m so ready,” he says, ushering you toward the door, but not before turning to Nat, still in the kitchen eyeing him warily, and asking, “I’m good with a nine, but just out of curiosity, what did I lose a point for?”
“You’re really gonna make me say it in front of you?” Nat asks.
“I wanna hear it too Nat,” you say, raising an expectant and skeptical brow.
“You didn’t shave.”
He runs the free hand, the one not wrapped around your waist, over his jaw.
“I didn’t get any complaints earlier this week,” Bucky says, eyes now sparkling with mischief.
“He’s right Nat,” you add. “I like it.”
Nat rolls her eyes and shoos you away.
Once you’re safely in the elevator and away from prying eyes Bucky invades your space, plastering you against the cool metal wall and caging you there with his large body.
“It almost killed me to not be kissing you for the past five minutes,” he says against your lips.
When you press into him and slide your body along his it sucks the breath right out of his lungs and fills them with something else. Need.
The kiss pulls a throaty groan from him and his belt buckle digs into your skin, the muscles hidden beneath his clothes, pressing and flexing over the thin material of your dress.
The elevator door dings and begins to slide open, causing you to give his chest a gentle shove.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks as he lifts a finger and traces your swollen lips.
“That would suck,” you reply. “I kind of like having you as a neighbor.”
After a delicious dinner at a roof top restaurant down town, Bucky walks you along the street, hand in hand, as you listen and laugh to his childhood stories about growing up in Brooklyn.
“Where are we going now?” you ask.
“It’s a surprise,” he says as he twirls you into his side and presses his fingers under your chin to steal a kiss.
As you get closer to your destination the bright lights sparkle and the smell of the ocean is carried on the warm breeze.
“Which bridge is that?” you ask with awe.
“The Brooklyn Bridge,” he tells you and grabs your hand to pull you along. “Come on. I have something to show you.”
When you reach the top of the look out he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your back to his chest.
“This is so beautiful Bucky,” you whisper.
He kisses your cheek and takes your chin between his fingers, turning your face up to his. “I always thought it was the most beautiful thing in the city…but not anymore.”
You’re thankful for his strong arms holding you up and after a sweet kiss you enjoy the view in comfortable silence for a few more minutes but his hands start to wander, soft and sure, and with each passing touch your body aches for more.
His warm breath fans across your neck and his arm moves lower until his hand grasps your hip and he pulls you back to feel the hardness between his legs.
You suck in a breath and fight the urge to move against him.
With a curse he pulls away and grabs your hand, dragging you toward the park under the bridge. The only lights come from the lit-up buildings across the street and when he finds a hidden spot he backs you against the cold stone but you’re too hot to care.
“Bucky,” you whisper as your hands roam over his broad chest.
His mouth brushes yours before he gently nips at your bottom lip.
“I can’t even keep my fucking hands off you long enough to bring you home,” he murmurs.
His fingers find the hem of your dress and he slides them under, slowly teasing the fabric higher until his hand brushes over the wetness on your panties.
“Please, Bucky,” you pant.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name like that,” he growls. “I need to get you home so I can hear you scream it for me.”
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your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚
—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader
tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!
a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh
series m.list ✩ ══╡˚2.3k words˚╞══ ✩ wanda m.list
Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.
It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.
Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.
“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”
“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”
“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”
“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”
You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”
He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.
You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.
“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”
“No, just his aunt.”
“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”
“Thank you, that’s very kind.”
“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”
“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”
“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”
A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.
“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.
“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”
“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.
You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.
“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”
Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.
It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.
What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.
You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.
“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”
“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”
He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”
Wanda doesn’t like that man.
You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”
“Saturday, 7PM.”
You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”
“If not, I have you.”
An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”
“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.
The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.
“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.
“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”
“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.
She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.
“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”
“Wanda, I can’t—“
She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.
“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.
“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.
She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.
“Wan—wait.”
She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.
“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.
Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.
“Ah! Wands—you—“
She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.
You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.
“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.
“Like that?”
She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.
“ah! wands please—“
Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.
It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.
You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.
“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.
“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.
“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”
“You’re fine, love.”
You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”
She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”
“Because?”
She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”
“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”
“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”
“But the staff—“
“There’s enough of them screwing around.”
“Oh.”
She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.
You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.
Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.
“Wanda, he—“
She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.
“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”
“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”
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As Mortals Do
Pairing: Gale X Fem Reader
Summary: As much as you enjoy being with Gale in the Weave, you love being with him just as he is more- aka All The Ways Mystra Missed Out
Warnings: Implied sex, very light grinding, mentions of oral (both on Gale and reader), I guess a smattering of angst?? But mostly soppy romantic, sexy fluff. MINORS STAY AWAY!
Word Count: approx 1300
A/N: I haven't written anything for ages but I'm obsessed with BG3 and Gale, just had a little idea and decided to jot it down. I hate hate hate Mystra, Gale deserves all the love and adoration just as he is, and this is me giving it to him haha. I'm not a Weave sex expert, nor do I know for sure if Gale and Mystra did it outside the Weave, but this is my fic and I'll do what I want!
Mystra is a fool, you think.
It’s not a new thought. You often find your mind turning to the goddess, and the depths of her raging stupidity. How she cast aside a man so full of love and devotion, a man whose heart bled worship and loyalty, a man who gives and gives and gives. A man like Gale Dekarios deserves to be loved as much as he loves, to be held near and never let go of.
Her loss is your gain, you think to yourself smugly, as you lay on your lover’s chest, the two of you basking in the sweet afterglow of your lovemaking. Gale is all yours now. His mind yours to delight in, his body yours to lose yourself in, his heart yours to cherish as the precious thing that it is.
You do not intend to replicate her mistakes.
“I can hear the gears in your brain turning, love,” Gale’s rich voice rumbles softly under your ear. “Spare a thought?”
You prop yourself up on an elbow, allowing yourself to drink deep of his satisfied visage before you answer. Gale is truly a vision after you’ve wrung pleasure from him, eyes aglow and face flushed, happiness exuding from every pore. You keep the image tucked close to your heart, a special treasure for you and you alone to revel in.
“I was just reflecting on the folly of your previous lover, darling. As I often do.”
Mystra’s name no longer brings pain to his dark eyes. Instead, he quirks a brow, no doubt curious as to the train of your thoughts.
“Oh? And in what way do you find fault in her this time?”
You brush your fingers along his cheek, his forehead, the slope of his nose. His skin is warm and slick with sweat. “I couldn’t help but think how foolish of her to never have you like this, in this mortal plane. She missed out greatly.”
Gale catches the hand tracing his face, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each of your fingertips. A shiver of delight skitters up your spine.
“How do you figure that?” He asks, lips moving to press more kisses to your palm, your wrist. You want to melt into his gentle devotion, but you have a point you wish to make. Gently, you prise your hand from his grasp, settling it over his beating heart.
You grin down at him. “Don’t mistake me, sex in the Weave is incredible. Every time you take me in there, I’m drowned in ecstasy. Our very souls meeting, entwining like that? It’s not something I ever thought I’d experience, and I’m thrilled I get to. With you.”
Gale smiles at that. “I’m glad to show you those delights, my love.”
“But,” you lean forward and press your lips to his quickly, gently. “as pleasurable as the Weave is, it skips a lot of my favourite parts.”
Gale’s mouth opens, no doubt to inquire what you mean, but you silence him with a firmer press of your lips.
“Your ethereal paramour did not have many glorious experiences, darling,” your breath mingles with his as your lips brush teasingly. “She did not get to feel the smoothness of your lips the graze of your beard against her skin as you kiss her. Or how it bites deliciously against her sensitive inner thighs.”
You nip his bottom lip softly, relishing in the hitch of his breath and the flutter of his lashes.
“She did not smell your scent, sandalwood and mulled wine and bound leather, and how it mixes with the musk of sex and passion into an elixir I wish I could bathe in.” To drive your point, you lower your face to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling a generous lungful of said aroma. It sends a visible shudder right through you, and you feel yourself already wanting for your wizard again.
Your tongue sneaks out to lave a long stripe up the side of his neck. and the soft groan that tears from Gale’s throat makes your whole being positively ache with need.
“She did not taste your sweat, the salty tang of your spend. She did not feel the wonderful heaviness of you on her tongue, the little twitch right before you spill. Or see the way you look so thoroughly and splendidly debauched after I’m done with you.”
You climb atop him, hands braced on his chest as he grips your hips harshly. Gods above, he is a truly beautiful sight. You think you are the luckiest woman in all Faerun, to have such a man beneath you.
“She did not get to feel how warm you are inside her, how delicious it feels to be flooded with your seed. How connecting in that base, physical manner can feel just as wonderful as a merging of souls.”
To emphasize your words, you grind your hips against his, mewling softly at the feel of him growing between your thighs. Gale himself is practically panting, his sweet brown eyes nearly swallowed by dark lust, his own hips rutting up into yours mindlessly as he hangs on your every word.
You lean over him, chest to chest, face to face. Close as close can be, just the way you always want to be.
“She missed out on so much you have to offer,” you whisper, “and I’m not sorry for her. I’m greedy, all of this-intimacy, unconditional love, an equal partnership-with you is mine and mine alone.”
Gale snaps then, leaning up to capture your mouth in a voracious kiss. You sigh and sag into him, letting him devour your mouth as his hands wander the expanse of your naked skin. His kiss excites, his touch inflames, your bodies melt together like they were made to be entwined.
You firmly believe they were.
Lips meet, tongues dance, sighs and groans mingle in the soft moonlight. You soft whimpers of delight however, are soon abruptly turned into a squeal as he flips you under him. “Gale!”
Your wizard simply smiles down at you in awe and reverence. You think his eyes might be glassed with unshed tears. “My love, your words….I would ask if you truly mean them, but you’ve been quite the persistent one in making me believe my own worth.”
You return his smile. “I am annoying in that way, aren’t I?”
“Doggedly so,” Gale teases, kissing your nose as it scrunches up at his jesting. “But, I appreciate it. More than even my verbose vocabulary can explain, if you can believe that.”
You giggle. “My wizard of words? Unable to explain something? I certainly cannot believe it.”
Gale’s smile turns salacious. “No matter. I’m learning the benefit of expressing myself physically when words fail me.” He shifts, hard as steel against you, and a moan strangles itself in your throat. “Now, my love, my light, my darling precious gem, shall I express my feelings on your lovely speech with my body? Allow you to enjoy all the things you just praised so eloquently?"
He shifts again, and you cant your hips upwards with a whine, desperation seeping into your pores. You want to have him, again and again again, unending, unyielding. You feel like you might go mad if you don't.
Gale’s reciprocation of your hunger shines down upon you like the sun. “Let me indulge in you, sweetheart,” he croons lowly, “let me bring you to the heights of pleasure. In all the corporeal ways that mortals do.”
Your heart cracks open, joy overflowing. There is no greater bliss. He is bliss, in all that he is and all that he gives to you.
“Yes, please,” you murmur, as Gale presses in and consumes you whole. “As mortals do.”
#gale dekarios#gale dekarios x reader#gale of waterdeep#gale of waterdeep x reader#gale bg3#bg3 x reader#gale baldurs gate 3#baulder's gate 3#my writing#gale x reader
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Can I request a Wednesday x fem reader where they’re cuddling in bed - Wednesday the big spoon/reader is on top of her and Enid walks in and Wednesdays like “if you wake her up I’ll murder you” or something haha
“Take one more step, I dare you”
Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
Wednesday isn’t much of a cuddler, but you’re just so tired and look so cute. She can’t help but let you sleep.
Warning(s) None; This is a fluff fluff fluff, I loveee requests like this. What would you guys think about me maybe later on writing a slow burn story with Jenna Ortega x fem!small town reader?
Little insight; I hope no one is angry with me about my first post, I understand the predicament with the age but I hope it was a reasonable action for me to speak on how most people don’t comment on the Xavier Thorpe smut, I specified that I aged the characters up. Again, I love the ff and the writers! No hate at all!
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Finally.
Fucking finally.
The day had dragged on and on today, you felt as if it was never going to end. Got a bad test grade in not one, but three classes. Three!
All you wanted to do now, was to go into your girlfriends dorm and take a nap in the warmth.. um. coldness of her arms.
Well you’re in the dorm currently, begging for her to let you sleep on her chest.
“Wednesday! Please! I’m tired and I just want to fall asleep on you!” You beg, extravagantly getting on your knees in front of her bed and grabbing her sheets.
She stared at you and rolled her eyes, “Cara mia, you can sleep just fine on your own”
You look up at her and puff out your bottom lip, “Wednesday, honey, please” you drag out the last syllable slowly.
“You’d have to lay on my rock hard, cold, decaying body, because that is not happening”
“Oh my god Wednesday, why are you being so difficult” you whined.
The girl just shrugged and went back to reading her book on her neatly made bed.
“Wednesday please let me sleep on you”
“No, I’m not letting you sleep on me”
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“How did you get me to agree to let you sleep on me”
“Because you love me so much” you grumbled, as you smothered your face into her sweater.
She huffs as she brings her arms around your body, tugging you closer than you already were.
You liked this
Loved it actually
The sound of her heartbeat by your cheek and the movements her chest makes when she breathes, it was like a lullaby, and before you knew it, you passed out.
Small snores and puffs of air came from your mouth as you slept, and Wednesday couldn’t help but stare at your face and track every detail of it.
She felt humiliating, watching you like this.
She felt like her father when he adorned her mother every waking moment of the day.
Though deep inside her cold body, she loved it.
Your body twitched every now and again, your mind processing your slumber to your limbs.
She brought her hand up to your face and traced out your features softly, barely grazing your skin.
She brought her lips to your head and placed soft kisses on top of it; she herself thought about taking a nap as well, until her roommate and best friend Enid burst through the door as loud as can be.
Wednesday hurriedly covered your ears the best she could, “Enid,” she snapped in a whisper, “If you wake her up, I’ll make it my personal promise to you, to feed you to any creature that may lurk in the bottom of the lake”
Enid stopped full force, slowly turning her head to look at the two of you.
The blonde girls face lit up in a wide, bright smile, and she hurriedly reached for her phone in her bag.
“Enid, don’t you even think about it”
Snap
Oh no she didn’t
Wednesday would’ve gotten up and absolutely annihilated the girl if it weren’t for you still peacefully sleeping on her.
So as for now, all she did was shoot the werewolf a dirty glare. Snuggling closer to you as a way to ignore her.
You’re lucky she loved you so much
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“Where did Enid go?” You asked, you had woken up a while ago and just decided to lazily sprawl on Wednesday’s mattress.
“Nowhere, just took care of her.. and her phone”
“You what?”
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I wish I could’ve made this longer! It’s more like an imagine now 🥹 I still hope this is close to what you asked for anon! Love 🤍
#wednesday addams imagine#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x fem!reader#wednesday addams x reader#xavier thorpe#ajax petropolus#enid sinclair
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HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)
Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)
And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️
And so‼️
Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession
Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure
Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!
Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))
hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !
Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short
“Smooth Talker”
Angel Dust x Artist!Reader
After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!
The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!
Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.
Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..
You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.
Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.
“Wait really?-”
“Just please keep your clothes on.”
Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.
He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.
“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.
Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”
“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.
“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.
“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.
“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.
Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.
“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.
You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”
As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.
“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”
#hazbin hotel#x reader#mio’s writing ! ☆#fanfiction#x y/n#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel x you#x you#reqs open#angel dust x y/n#angel dust x you#angel dust hazbin hotel#angel dust x reader#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel angel#angel x reader#angel dust#angel#✨ anon#greeny ! ☆
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hii not sure if you’re open to request but! could you do something about the reader playing with harry’s fingers/rings to calm them down?
A/N: This was so fun to write! I really hope I did this justice, but what you asked for doesn't feature as much as I would like :( The story took on a life of its own, but I hope you still like it!
Also, I'd love to get more suggestions/requests, it's a lot easier to write for them, than to write my own ideas haha
Warnings: Pretty fluffy, but a bit of angst. Anxious reader, with fidgeting coping mechanisms, a tiny bit of sad reader/Harry
Word count: 1331
Rings and Nervous Things
Why did you feel so trapped? The dinner wasn’t some rowdy party, but your heart was still racing like you were tangled in the middle of a raging nightclub. You stared down at your plate as you tried to focus on whatever story Harry was telling beside you, hands clammy and twitchy in your lap. Fuck. The table laughed suddenly and you glanced up, faking a giggle when you saw Harry giving you a concerned look out of the corner of your eye. You didn't want to worry him, not when you both only saw each other when you had time off from work to join the tour. It would be a shame for one of the last dinners you had together for a little while to be spoilt by you for no good reason. Because there wasn't a good reason… right?
The dinner was a semi-regular one you did while on tour, a chance for the band, crew and Harry’s team to all sit together and have a ‘family’ dinner. It was bonding and normally enjoyable, but today… all you felt was a tight feeling of anxiety between your ribs. Anxiety was not a new feeling for you. It often felt like an annoying dog following you constantly, sometimes choosing to nip at your heels and make you uneasy. But it was a little unusual that you were feeling it now, with no discernible trigger around. But anxiety wasn't always logical or something you could control, so there was nothing you could do but try to focus on what was happening around you.
Your fingers picked at the threads of your lavender sweater almost hypnotically, the action soothing you as your ears tried to concentrate on the muddled drone of conversation around the table. Usually, you would feel a little more centred and stable when your nervous energy had an outlet, something to make you relax, even just a tiny bit. Pick one thread, move on, pick one thread, move on… Over and over, your picking reducing the bottom part of your sweater to look like it was half finished, threads loose and sticking out at all angles.
The fabric was beginning to completely fall apart when a large, warm hand slipped discreetly into your lap. It gently nudged your fingers away from your poor sweater, before resting palm down in the cradle of your hands, fingers splayed out across your skin. It was fairly easy to identify as your boyfriend's right hand, three rings gleaming softly under the lights as your brow creased in confusion. It took you a beat to realise what he was doing, and you gently shifted your hands out from under his, wrapping shaky fingers around his wrist while the others began twisting the golden lion ring in rhythmic, calming turns. The warmth of his palm was grounding on your thigh and it took everything in you not to melt into his side when his thumb started grazing soft circles across your jeans. You let your eyes drift back up to the table in front of you, suddenly feeling more settled than you had in ages. Back and forth… back and forth…
“You feeling better, sweetheart?” You hummed a quiet agreement, nestling into Harry’s side as he leaned a little bit closer. He made a happy noise before pressing a kiss to your temple, pausing for a beat with his nose in your hair, seemingly breathing you in for his own comfort. “Tell me if you’re feeling anxious again, okay? Don’t need to pretend for me” His words sounded muffled against you and he pressed another chaste kiss to your skin before pulling away with a soft smile. You smiled back, his words warming you from the inside out and chasing the tightness from your chest for a little while. “I will.” You glanced back down at your lap, frowning at the mess that was your sweater. “My poor sweater…” Harry chuckled lowly, hand twisting in your lap to hold your fidgety fingers. “We can get you a new one, baby. Don’t fret.”
By now, hours had passed and you were really starting to feel it, eyes drooping and stinging. The muted murmur of conversation only made you sleepier, your head dropping to Harry’s shoulder with a dull thump. Your fingers went limp around his hand, a tender kiss being pressed to the top of your head as the room went quiet.
You could feel Harry’s solid warmth holding you first, a soft groan leaving your throat as you squirmed, strong arms tightening around you in surprise. “Don’t- Don’t wiggle around, sweetheart. I don’t want you to fall.” You just whined quietly as his chest rumbled against you in a barely muffled laugh. “I didn't mean to wake you, darling. Swear I didn’t.” Another whine was the only response as you tucked your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, eyes squeezed tightly as he began to climb the stairs. “Whiny little thing, aren't you?” He only got an indignant grunt in response as he giggled his way back to your shared room.
It didn't take long for him to set you down and help you get changed, your limbs feeling gooey and useless from the sleep clawing at your brain. He just smiled when you grumbled in frustration at your uncooperative limbs, gently guiding your arms through the right holes of your sleep shirt. It was times like this you’d miss, domestic moments that made your heart flutter. Maybe that was why you were anxious… anxious that you had to leave and go back to work. Leave him behind. That made you pause, frowning at your reflection in the mirror, your toothbrush hanging uselessly in your hand.
“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He looked so concerned in the reflection that it made your already upset heart crack. Your face crumbled. “I don’t want to leave.” A sudden sob broke the uncertain silence, the toothbrush clattering in the sink as you tried to wipe away the tears. “Sweetheart-” You sniffed loudly enough for him to pause and you barrelled on. “I-I think that's why I was so anxious at dinner. I’ve o-only got a few days left with you and then I fly a-away, leaving you alo-” Your anxious, sob-strewn rant was cut short by Harry hugging you tightly to his chest, pressing soothing kisses to your hair, your shoulders shaking. “Shh, shh… Oh, darling. I don’t want you to leave either, but you have a job to get back to. I’ll be okay, I’ll have Jeff and everyone else to stop me from sulking too much.” That made you laugh wetly, pulling back from his embrace enough for your hands to slip up and cup his jaw. “I-I’ll just miss you. Like I always do. I think it’s just hitting me harder than usual.” Harry’s eyes softened at that, one of his hands beginning to rub up and down your back, in an attempt to comfort you. “Oh darling…” His own eyes started to glaze over and you giggled weakly, rubbing gentle thumbs under his eyes as a tear fell. “Oh look at the pair of us, crying in the bathroom in the middle of the night.” He huffed faintly, pulling you close again, your hands falling to grasp at his t-shirt, eyes fluttering shut at the calming thrum of Harry’s heartbeat. “We’ll be alright. You’ll be alright.” You smiled into his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, we will be. I will be.”
Harry hardly let you move away from him as you finished brushing your teeth, braiding your hair and pampering your skin. His arms stayed curled around your waist, his forehead settled in the nape of your neck as you shuffled about, the skin-to-skin contact causing a warm comforting feeling to bubble in your gut. And as you both slid into bed, immediately curling around each other, an arm over a waist, a leg over a thigh, the feeling grew, and you knew… you’d be alright.
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BSD men- Top, Bottom, or Switch?
Hi hi! Star here, just letting y’all know these are my personal thoughts and opinions, if you have a different opinion or headcannon you are welcome to comment on it! Id love to hear your thoughts!~ :3
Ft. Dazai, Atsushi, Fukuzawa, Ranpo, Poe, Mushitaro, Fyodor, Nikolai
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Dazai
Top
Let’s start with our lovely suicidal maniac, even though this man is openly flirty with people, he is very foreign to love and affection since his passes at people are always met with rejection. So you can imagine his dumbfounded face when you confessed to him. He couldn’t believe someone as sweet as you actually liked him. You were something valuable and precious in his eyes, the most perfect person in the world, his and his only. He can be very protective and possessive of you both in public, and private~
Sex with Dazai can go two ways, he can be very sweet and gentle or can also be very mean and rough, it really depends on the day and situation. If he had a good day, he will be the sweetest man alive. Kiss you all over and go slowly as to take his time with such a delicate angel, he will whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he praises you for taking him in so well. But, that sweet man is nowhere to be seen when he’s had a stressful day, he loves you, he really does but all he wants to do right now is just fuck you senseless. He will manhandle you like there is no tomorrow, he gives you no time to react before he slams his cock into your soft, warm, and wet cunt. The way he lets out deep grunts into your ear as he calls you such sinful words, he comments on how much of a good fuck toy you make. He loves you so much he just can’t get enough~
“My beautiful belladonna, you’re all mine all min-Ah!~ Oh fuck, yes just keep clenching around me like the sweet little cockhungry slut you are, Mmh!- show me how much you like it when I use you, you know you love it when I grip my hands around your waist like this don’t you? Haha!~ truly perfect.”
Atsushi
Switch, preferred bottom
Now our sweet tiger boy, Atsushi is very kind and gentle with everyone, especially you. He loves the dates you guys go on, the long talks you guys have and most of all, how much you care about him. He loves that your relationship is nicely balanced, he gives to you, and you give back, both in normal circumstances and in more “private” matters.
The first time you guys have sex, he was on top but he was very nervous of messing up, you reassured him that he would do just fine and you guided him through it all. After the first time, he felt more confident and continued topping for a bit, he enjoyed pleasing you and he loved the feeling of being in control, but he did want to try something new, he had fantasies of you riding him, and he finally grew the courage to ask you. The first time you were on top, he melted, he loved it so much, how you moved, the noises you dragged out of him, the sweet praises you gave him, he loved it all. After that he admitted he loved you dominating him, so you being on top was a very common occurrence!~
“Ah!~ Honey you look so beautiful on top of me, Gosh your body is so perfect, your curves drive me crazy-Oh Fuck~ I’m so happy you’re mine, I’m so lucky-Ah! God I love you, I love you so much.”
Fukuzawa
Top
The lone wolf himself, who would’ve thought he would be able to love? Not just that, he has utterly fallen hard. And i mean. Hard. After all the years he’s been alone, he has finally found someone to love and open up to. He loves everything about you, he loves your eyes, your personality, your features and most of all, he loves the way you make him feel, both emotionally and physically.
He loves to worship your body, he’s thankful for every second he’s with you, he cherishes those moments with all his heart. So don’t be surprised when you find yourself under him, hands caressing your body as moans mixed with sweet praises fill the room. He makes sure to go slow and take his time, each thrust is filled with love and care. Who would’ve guessed that the stone cold lone wolf would be so gentle?. But, sometimes when he’s stressed from work he won’t be so gentle, of course he’ll still be sweet, but his mind is just clouded with the feeling of being inside of you, knowing you’re his, and only his.
“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, I love how you look when you’re under me-Ah!~ I promise you, I’ll keep you safe from any harm for as long as I live, now please, let me worship you, and show you how much I love you.”
Ranpo
Switch, preferred bottom
Now for our little detective, Ranpo is not big on romance, to be honest he’s never really “like liked” someone, he loves his mysteries and snacks, they come first. But something about the moment when he first saw you changed him, for some reason he wanted to focus more on you than his mysteries. He offered you snacks which he never used to do with others. He starts to hang around you more and is genuinely interested in what you have to say. Fast forward to when you confess to him, he’s so happy, this new found feeling is something he loves. He loves how kind you are, but most of all, how sweet you are~
Ranpo is very much capable of topping you, he won’t lie he does love it, enjoys the moans full of praises you let out, telling him how good he feels and how much you love him it makes him go wild. He will do anything to drag those praises out of you. But Ranpo can be very lazy sometimes, so lazy sex and you being on top is pretty common. He loves that you are the one who serves him and all he has to do is just sit there and watch the show. He does moan but prefers to grunt as to not boost your ego, he knows you love it when you drag little moans from the worlds greatest detective!~
Mm~ gosh you feel so good love, keep riding me just like that, Mm-Ah! What? No of course I didn’t moan.. you’re gonna have to try harder than that to hear m- AH! Mm- haha~ now this is getting interesting~.”
Poe
Bottom
Oh my beloved submissive shy writer. Poe is very shy, quiet and passionate about his work, he’s the same way with you. Even if you’ve been together for quite a while, he’ll still be very shy around you, easily getting flustered at any little touch or compliment you give him. He’s such a sucker for you too, you’re his world, his poem, his song, his everything and he will do everything and anything to please you.
And in the bedroom it’s no different, he will do anything you ask, he will utterly be on his hands and knees for you. The praises you give him as you ride him send him over the edge, god does he love it when you are in control, the way you use him, the way you tease him, the way you make him feel as if he’s the only one who could ever make you happy, he just can’t help himself, all he can do is moan and beg for more, with these desires he tends to subconsciously grind into you, causing you to moan in return, poor boy, he doesn’t do it on purpose, he just wants so much more of you, he can never get enough. Sex with Poe is always full of passion and emotion, not just any casual sex, for him it’s something that can only be shared between you and him, his muse, his light, his life, his love.
“Please keep going don’t sto-AGH! FUCK! I’m the only one that can make you feel this good right? Oh god~ please tell me, am I doing good for you? my love, my muse, my beloved star! Ah!~.”
Mushitaro
Bottom
My beloved evidence destroyer, around others he acts sure of himself, confident even and his ability to commit a perfect crime just adds to that big ego delusion he’s got going on. Out in public he will keep the “I’m better than everyone” smartass act up, but behind closed doors it’s a completely different story. The man who was once proudly saying how he could best you in anything is now on the bed flustered out of his mind with his suit torn open and hickeys covering his neck.
He’s definitely all talk, you tease him about how he was bragging about being able to dominate you anytime he wanted to, yet he’s the one on the bed following orders. His face would be flushed, he avoids eye contact as much as possible, but when you grab his face he can’t help but just melt at your touch. When you instruct him to start touching himself, he does it with no hesitation, you can see it in his eyes, the desperation and the need to touch himself for you. He begs for you to help him, and when you do, it’s all over, he’s a moaning mess.
“Please darling, I need you to touch me I need to feel your hands around my cock, please I’ll do anything you ask me to- AH! Yes yes! Thank you, thank you please don’t stop, keep going I want to finish for you and only you.”
Fyodor
Top
This psychotic, degrading ass rat king, he may seem as if he’s very composed and doesn’t think about sex that much, but boy oh boy he cannot control himself around you. Just something about you, it makes him feel things he never thought he would. Lust and desire fill his mind, he just can’t have enough of you, how cute you are, how beautiful you look even as you cry and beg for mercy from him, god does he love it all.
He is a very big top, he loves the control and power he has over you, he gets off on the thought of him ruining you. You look so innocent and flustered under him, he just can’t wait to ruin you. He thinks you’re beautiful, the light of his life, despite that, his words are harsh yet smooth, he leans close to your ear and teases you about how desperate and cockhungry you look.
“Haha~ just look at you! So innocent looking as if you don’t dream and fantasize of me breaking you-Mm! My my, I presume from you getting tighter I was right, no worries I’ll make sure to ruin you in every way imaginable~.”
Nikolai
Dominant Bottom
Dear me, where do i start with this jester. With Nikolai it’s never boring and he makes sure of it! He is so lively around you, he loves how you can handle his random bursts of energy, how you never get tired of him no matter how much he annoys you. He loves the cute reactions you have when he teases or flirts with you. He cherishes the soft moments with you but he also loves the rough ones!~
He can absolutely dominate you any time he pleases, but he loves to have you on top of him. The idea of you being on top of him, riding him to your hearts content and desperately using him to get your self off, gets him off. Even though he allows you to be the dominant one, half of the time he’s the one in control. He tells you when to move and how, he teases you about how cute you look when you pout when he instructs you to stop moving, and loves the moans you let out as he starts thrusting upwards into you. Praise with a ton of teasing is his go to, seriously this man is something else.
“Oh fuck, just look at you! So desperate to get yourself off, God I love it when you get like this, just keep letting out those cute moans for m-Ah!~ haha~ go a bit slower, we don’t want the fun to end just yet now do we?~.”
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First smut writing I’ve ever done, I hope y’all like this one!~
If you’d like a part 2 with different characters just let me know! Love you all! <3
#bsd x reader#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#bsd atsushi#atsushi x reader#bsd fukuzawa#fukuzawa x reader#bsd ranpo#ranpo x reader#bsd poe#poe x reader#bsd mushitaro#mushitaro x reader#bsd fyodor#fyodor x reader#bsd nikolai gogol#nikolai x reader#anime
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hii!! i was wondering if you could write headcanons for like the main four spider-kids (miles, gwen, pavitr and hobie) with a reader who like smacks people when they laugh really hard? preferably w/ a reader thats a spider-person but its up to you! :3
aggressive affection!
「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, dude used once in a gender neutral way, mentions of bruising and minor injuries (but nothing crazy), spider-person reader, reader forgetting that being a spider-person makes them stronger,,, um. (°ー°〃) oops!!! 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar
author's note: YES I CAN YES I CAN!! this prompt iz so funny AUWWUDH I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!!! つ﹏⊂ also super excited 2 get to write more of them becuz AWUDGWAAHWGHWAGUAGH I LOVE THESE CHARACTERZ SMM,,, also excuse me if there's more repetition or typos than usual,,, im eepy ( つ᷄ ‸･ )
GWEN STACY headcanons
▸ the first one to fall victim to your little habit. she doesn't mind in the slightest, mainly because she's generally pretty welcome to friendly touches- even if it is slightly more aggressive than she had expected. frankly, you could've literally bitten her and she probably would've reacted the same.
she's a little awkward about it at first, pausing mid laughter as you deliver playful hits to her shoulder and bicep. she playfully shoves you away at first, like, "haha– what– what are you doing–" but quickly warms up to it
▸ here's the thing though. she 100% will do it back. if you're both joking around and losing it over something, you end up hitting each other through laughter. and it'll INTENSIFY. at some points, everyone's wondering if you two are actually beefing or not ur not. itz the way u show affection 2 one another,,, in the strangest manner
when you're assigned on missions with her, you usually end up chatting– and then you find something hilarious to giggle abt and everything goes off the rails
y'all will return to HQ bruised asf like "nah man the anomaly didn't even touch us."
jessica and miguel DEF pick up the fact y'all goof off and beat each other up before even locating the anomaly HWJEJNDNE
unfortunately– gwen is slowly paired less with you on missions becuz of this. they can't have you distracting one another a girl can never have fun fr </3
nothing that some good behaviour can't fix! just try not to give each other a complete smackdown while on duty and you'll be paired together again in no time! hopefully...
▸ both you and gwen forget that being spider-people involves super strength. and though you're both used to taking a blow or two, it stands plain and obvious that the two of you can get carried away. gwen especially. she's just a little rough sometimes– not like she means to be.
sometimes, the dull ache from the bruises she left leave you wondering if you're both a little too funny for your own good. at least she makes sure to take care of it and hold back,, when she can.
when it's your turn to get carried away, she sees your eyes widen as you splutter a million apologies to her. but every time you deliver one hit too hard, she insists it never hurts much as you think.
"dude, it's okay. you can chill out." gwen reassures. "besides, i'm built tougher than that."
she flashes a grin at you, and it's almost convincing. like she didn't even feel a thing. you know better though– gwen definitely has days where she's more sore than she'd like to be because of you. not like she'd ever admit. she likes the random play fights between the two of you.
though, you will admit that the amount of trips to the infirmary in search of ice packs is getting just the teeniest bit absurd. people are starting to ask questions at HQ-- which is fine. the frozen bag of peas gwen offers to you for your injuries works just as good as any ice pack ...it's been sitting in the bottom of her freezer for God Knows How Long but you don't need to know that
HOBIE BROWN headcanons:
▸ you see how this guy interacts with people???
hobie's used to friendly touches, and initiates physical contact without overthinking it. that little shoulder shake he does w/ miles makes me smile everytime i heart hobie. ALSO AAUWHEHWH LEBRON AND DWAYNE'S HANDSHAKE BEING HOBIE'S AND PAV'S?? I ADORE.
you really think something as little as a few friendly punches and hits bothers hobie "forehead-kissing-the-homies-goodnight" brown??? /lh + /hj but man platonic physical affection hobie. like. hear me on this one.
▸ he's 100% cool with it– actually initiated it before you did. nothing crazy, a light smack on your back or arm as he laughed with
eventually, while joking around with you, realized you had the same habit
you end up hitting each other quite a bit– but he's not as accidentally aggressive as gwen is. laughing with hobie won't get you hospitalized, he's cognizant enough with his strength to know how much to hold back.
▸ then again, there are times where you get carried away. hobie's quick to shake it off, not feeling the effect of the hit until later– if you notice and apologize, he'll just shake his head and shrug
"nah, nah– it's fine." he insists, chuckling a bit as he rubs the spot where you smacked him. "there's been worse."
and yes, objectively, you know that's true– but you both fight villains in your everyday life. of course there's going to be worse than just a hit too hard. he won't accept an ice pack– but will joke that you could just kiss it better instead
that earns a groan from you, smacking him again in the arm for good measure as he snickers
MILES MORALES headcanons:
▸ doesn't hate it!! not against it!!! find it surprising at first. he didn't expect a playful punch to his arm in response to his little joke, but watching as you giggled uncontrollably, hitting him lightly– he decided that he didn't mind too much
he knows you don't mean any harm, so it's cool with him! he's rolling with the punches literally every time you two are losing it
▸ if you land a smack on him that ends up being a little too hard, he'll definitely try to play it off awkwardly, rubbing it and nervously laughing when you ask if he's okay
"oh sh–" you promptly stop, your smile fading as concern floods your face. he winced slightly at your last hit and it was much to obvious to ignore. "you good, miles? i am so sorry–"
"me? yeah, yeah– it's cool!" he replies dismissively, giving you the lightest punch back. miles laughs nervously at your completely unconvinced expression.
"bro. cmon. be real."
"that? hah– nahh. barely felt it." spoilers!!! he felt it
you keep it in mind to dial it back a bit when with miles, because he barely hits back and hates admitting when it actually hurts.
you'll get an occasional "ow–" with a little chuckle, but he refuses to acknowledge that you might be a bit too rough. he jus doesn't wanna hurt feelings man :(
you're his friend who gets a little too carried away sometimes– and that's fine!!! besides, he can't let gwen and hobie have all the fun.
"you holding back on me?" he asks you, noticing your hits have gotten weaker.
"what's it to you?"
"i can handle it. 's fine!! really!" miles says. there's a beat of silence as you stare at him incredulously.
"and you didn't bruise last time?." you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"yeah."
"...say swear."
miles raises his hands, sighing. "ok, look–" HE WANTZ 2 ROUGHHOUSE W/ HIS FRIEND TOO OK (*ﾉε｀*) besides. u and gwen and hobie seem to have so much fun w/ it,,
▸ because of his stubbornness, you oblige, pulling your punches just a little less when having a little laughing fit with him.
as a result, miles develops a habit deflecting your hits while absolutely losing it. gently shoving your hands away as you smack him, both of you doubling over laughter
miles will say sumn he knows you'll find a lil too funny and just,,, *cue continuous hitting and blocking as he predicts literally Every Movement you make* he's literally learned to parry becuz of u HAJWBDKDNEN
PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:
▸ the type to pretend to beat up his friends while making punching noises when he's bored
he's just lightly tapping u with his knuckles going "pow– pow pow– bam–" under his breath HANWJENDN IM SORRY I FIND THIS FUNNY. i also. do this. (｡･･｡).
and ur like "...uh. ok."
he's def not opposed to it!! when he has the energy, he's all for it!!! pavitr's playfully hitting, shoving you away, gasping for air as the two of you giggle over something that's only really funny to the two of you.
he's pretty energetic most of the time, and it manifests as you "brawl" with each other as you laugh over some stupid joke.
▸ when you hit him a little too hard, most of the time, he doesn't even notice until the aftermath manifests as a bruise or two on his arms– but even then he doesn't care.
however,,, there are occasions where he initiates it, laughing and smacking you– and when you're laughing with him, raising your hand to hit back, he'll gasp dramatically, recoil instantly and get all dramatic about it i'm projecting all the things i do onto pav i bet u cant tell /sarc
pav the minute you decide to try and get him back– bar for bar, word for word:
he's just a little guy,, a little guyy,,, nooo,,, itz also his birthday,, he's a little birthday boy– HWJWBDN SORRY THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS
this is a bit that he drags on FOREVERRR like itz the funniest thing in the world
▸ ALL of his hits are a little too hard. he does the fake beat up thing a lot but when you two are roughhousing, you're the one reminding him to chill out through stifled laughs
he'll immediately soften the blows quickly at your request, knowing it's probably best for you to remain as uninjured as possible when not doing mission. can't have your shit rocked before you even face a villain!!! his hits end up somewhere between hobie's and gwen's– an almost perfect middle (*´꒳`*)
almost.
occasionally, he'll literally just... take the hits. not like miles where he's deflecting. he's jus standing there laughing while you smack him. which is a concerning sight for anyone who isn't used to your antics!!!
this happened in hq once and peter b, who happened to be walking by, lowkey thought you were straight up attacking pav
upon hearing the two of you giggling though, he figured that he wasn't witnessing an act of violence and didn't have to step in
#take a shot everytime i use the word 'laugh' or 'laughter'#kidding!!! dont. plz. (´｀;)#unless u want alch poisoning.#atsv#across the spiderverse#atsv x reader#atsv headcanons#across the spider verse#gwen stacy#gwen stacy x reader#gwen stacy headcanons#miles morales#miles morales x reader#miles morales headcanons#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown headcanons#hobart brown#spider punk#pavitr prabhakar#pavitr x reader#pavitr prabhakar x reader#pavitr prabhakar headcanons#tags tags tags#so many tags#such little time
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Hi! Can I get an Arataki Itto x reader small Drabble? Maybe some stuff about Itto Bottoming? Thanks in Advance!
A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I had fun writing this! Bottom Itto will forever have my heart. Also If anyone enjoys reading this, Feel free to send me a request! I love reading and writing for them! And If you enjoy reblog if you want😚
Tw: Slight(?) Dumbification, Slut calling (but only once at the end) and Small Dom/ Big Sub themes!
Reader can be read as any gender but is heavily implied/is AMAB!
OK SO
Itto would most definitely be against bottoming at first. He’d Make up a bunch of silly excuses as to why he couldn’t or he would change the subject.
“Me?! Bottom?! Hahahaha *cough* you actually think the ‘One and Oni’ can be topped. Please, I'm Always on top in ALL things I do Haha!”
“I'm scared?! What no! I uhh — Just think it makes sense for me to top cause’ I'm twice your size and all haha! Let’s go meet up with the gang, whaddya say?”
Oh, he’s most definitely scared. Though he isn't entirely lying about him being twice your size being a problem for him. He feels embarrassed that you want to fuck him when he literally towers over you And the fact his dick is the size of a fuckin baseball bat he thinks he should be fucking you
But after sitting him down and reassuring him that it won't be embarrassing and that if he doesn't like it he wouldn't have to do it again and you would immediately stop, he reluctantly agreed
“Alright fine, just make sure the gang doesn't know about it”
The first time he bottoms was slow and tedious, a majority of it spent preparing him to take you, he would let out a lot of noise, mostly just quiet moans or the occasional “C-cold!” But That all changes as soon as you find that, oh so special place. He starts moaning louder than you thought possible.
Finally, you guys do it, it was slow at first, it was his first time doing it after all, but eventually, you began picking up the pace. The way Itto panted as you fucked him made him look like a slobbering dog in heat, his once confidant voice now just as shaky as his legs are right now. And you have to admit, the sight wasn't the worst to be looking at and you were happy that you’d probably be seeing this sight more in the future.
And boy were you right, it was as if a switch had been flicked on in Itto’s brain. Suddenly you were tasked with the righteous honor of fucking the ‘One and Oni’ at least once a day (Itto would prefer more but he knows a human like you can't keep up with his Oni stamina. And this seems to be at truly the worst moments, before work, meet-ups, reservations, you name it.
One particular evening you had made plans for a romantic dinner date in a secluded place in Inazuma’s wilderness. And of course, Itto had the gall to not only be late but also be horny (Pun mostly unintended) So you decided to “help him out” and fuck him right on the tree by your dinner. If he wanted to fuck, you would fuck him.
“H-hey! Look, Baby, I'm sorry for being late but the gang and I were doing Beetle fights and-”
“I really do not want to hear it Itto, I spent all this time getting this dinner ready and you were late, not to mention the first thing you did was ask me to fuck you.”
You smacked his ass and kept up with your hard thrust, causing him to let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a scream. His legs began to feel weak, he grabbed onto the tree. This is when you got a devious idea, you took both hands are firmly grabbed his horns, pulling him back to you slightly while continuing to pound his ass.
Every bit of this was too much for Itto, he cums the hardest he’s ever done, thick robes of white spew on the tree in front of him. His legs begin to give out, You however keep going, deciding that he hasn't finished his punishment yet, but you do move over to the blanket you placed for the dinner. You lay him down before muting him in a mating press-styled position,.Continuing the enduring assault on his ass.
“Pleeeaaase Too much! Too much!”
You looked down at him, and seeing the mess in front of you was breathtaking, Itto moaning, panting, drool escaping his mouth. You look down at his cock, forgotten, simply lazily bouncing with every thrust you do. Honestly, it's pretty funny how his big cock is useless right now. The sight furthered you with every thrust until finally…
“C-cumming Itto!”
All he could do was moan as your warm cum filled him up. It took you a second to get back to reality. But when you did, a pleasant sight awaited you..
Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto, covered head to toe in his own cum, tears of joy flowing down his blissed-out face, and his tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth slurring the words
“I’m Sorry”
You give him a kiss before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you two as you lay on his giant frame.
“You're forgiven, My slut Oni”
#top male reader#Male reader#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader#genshin x male reader#itto x male reader#arataki itto x male reader#itto smut#sub itto#arataki itto smut#dom male reader
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hey I was the one who suggested the domi toys one TYSM I just read it!!! So hot and good!! I was wondering if you could do something w Ruben or Domi about the reader being quiet when they have s3x and she’s shy about being vocal etc and they’re determined to make her feel so good so she has no choice but to be moaning etc and they encourage her to like moan their name etc idk this sounds good in my head haha ily !!
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author’s note: omg i’m so glad i was able to do your idea justice this makes me so happy i hope you love this too🥹🩷
warnings: smut 18+, oral f receiving, overstimulation, dom ruben, aftercare of course
word count: 805
ruben’s face was rested on your breasts in bed while you stroked your fingers through his hair making him whimper and feel safe against your skin. he looked up at you with his glowing brown eyes “baby i have a question” you paused the strokes thru his hair “what’s up?”. “why don’t you moan that much when i fuck you? am i doing something wrong?”. this immediately scared you as you knew why you didn’t moan so loud for him, you felt embarrassed. “no baby you do a good job i’m just shy i guess” ruben looked up at you and laughed because he thought it was adorable how shy you were about letting him hear your pleasure. what was a soft and submissive ruben on your chest quickly turned into the dominant and seductive prince you knew best. “how about this, i’ll eat your pussy-” ruben slowly lowered his face down to your core “wait ruben i’m scared” you’ve never had someone go down on you before this experience was foreign to you “shh princesa you have to trust me and my tongue, i’ll make you moan i promise you just have to let me done one thing. when you’re gonna cum let me keep going and if it’s too much tell me to stop but trust me when i tell you it’ll feel amazing okay?” he whispered this in your ear while caressing your cheek making you feel as safe as possible. “okay go ahead” ruben grabbed your cheeks with one hand and aggressively kissed you biting your lips “open up your legs for me gatinha” you whimpered “look at you already moaning for me, i didn’t even start”. “boy shut up” ruben laughed at how much attitude you got with “you won’t be telling to shut up when i start humming against your clit” you smiled at his words which you knew were true.
ruben began to taste the wetness dripping from your core working his tongue in the ways you loved most. he moved his tongue from the bottom of your folds to your clit slowly and slipped a finger inside you “more baby please” you need more fingers inside you to simulate his girth but he only listened to clear commands even if he knew what you meant he loved teasing you “more of what baby?” he smiled mischievously fucking you with his middle finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb “ruben stop teasing me you know what i mean” he made his movements faster to make the words coming out of your mouth harder to exit “cmon tell me i know you can” you struggled “pu- put another finger- inside me- PLEASE” ruben chuckled at your eagerness and buried his face into your core with a second finger inside you. ruben continued playing with your clit like it was his favorite toy. you pulled on his hair making him grunt “i’m sorry ruben it just feels so goo-” ruben stopped licking abruptly but kept moving his fingers “it’s okay do you want you need to ride it out i know it’s intense” he winked at you arrogantly, he’s confident in his skills.
“rubs” you whimpered and he laughed against your clit sending vibrations through your body. “rub- baby i’m so close i’m gonna cum” he started started fucking you rough with his fingers “look at you finally making some noise” he went back down to suck on your clit overstimulating your core as you came. your legs shook and you screamed from the pleasure. ruben lifted his face again continuing with his fingers “just like that baby say my name” tears fell from your eyes, at this moment you felt a rush of lust and love. “ruben i love you” he blushed and placed his tongue against you once more “oh fuck baby it’s so fucking good”. ruben made you moan just like he promised, you trusted him and he made you feel amazing. he licked the wetness off his lips and his fingers and leaned in to kiss you “you can taste your sweetness on my tongue can’t you princesa?” you giggled and he held you in his arms.
“are you okay baby?” ruben checked up on you after the intense orgasm to make sure he didn’t hurt you. “i’m okay ruben it was so good i just wanna get cleaned up” he carried you to the bathroom with his muscular arms like your knight in shining armor. “i’ll run a bath for us and we can just unwind and talk for a while, i know you need this right now” you kissed him and held his face “why are you so good to me?” ruben placed you on the counter and stood in between your legs “because i love you more than anything in the world”.
#ruben dias#ruben dias x reader#footballer x reader#footballer smut#footballer x y/n#footballer x you#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias smut#ruben dias x you#ruben dias imagine
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Giddy ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader
Idk the stance ppl have on fanfics abt Kit, but I've seen countless abt Tom Holland or Chris Evans so yk
It was late in the evening
Kit had just gotten back from filming, he was so tired it was adorable
"I don't even have it in me to shower, darling..." Kit groans, his face mellow and tired
"I mean you do you babe, but you won't ve cuddling me tonight if you don't shower" you tease your boyfriend
The ginger feigned offense jokingly and hugged you tightly
You look up at your boyfriend and kiss him, but as he deepened the kiss, you pulled away and patted his back
"C'mon, shower time big boy~" you joke
Kit groans as you turn around towards your bed, he goes to leave for the shower but not before giving your ass a slap
"Oi!" You shout I shock
"Haha~ I love you, (y/n)" he shouts from the bathroom
"Love you too... idiot" you mumble as you change into your pajamas
A cute set that Kit picked out for you, satin, expensive
A gift for your one year anniversary
You lay in bed, scrolling on your phone as you wait for Kit to get out of the shower
You listen to the sound of the water, drowsiness evident in your eyes as you fight to stay awake
Your eyes snap open when you hear the bathroom door open
Fuck was your boyfriend hot...
Kit was dripping wet, litterally
A white towel sloppily wrapped around his waist, barely being held up by his hand
The ginger's abs and pecs were on full display, drops of water on him, his hair darker from the water and dripping onto the floor
"Smash" you say, biting your lip at your boyfriend
He chuckles "I could say the same about you... I love it when you wear those pajamas"
You two act as if you have been married for years, the ideal picture of a domestic couple
Just too cute
You watch as Kit tiredly puts on some plaid pajama bottoms and he moves towards the bed
"Ah ah! Dry your hair, you don't wanna catch a cold" you say as you point to Kit's sopping hair
Your boyfriend groans tiredly as he dries his hair with his towel
Finally, he crashes onto the bed
You giggle at his actions and put your phone on charge as Kit gets under the covers
"I've showered, so I don't expect you to leave my grasp tonight, darling~" Kit jokes, wrapping his hand around your waist and under your leg, pulling you onto him
You lay your head onto your boyfriend's bare chest, hand on his other pec
"Goodnight, Kit..." you mumble, closing your eyes
"Goodnight, love" he smiles, arms around your waist, his other behind his head
"(Y/n) what is it? I can literally feel you smiling" Kit mumbles
"It's nothing haha... I just love you so much..." you whisper
"I love you too, if it weren't for you... I don't think I could of continued with acting" Kit whispers and kisses your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo
"Now go to sleep, dipshit" Kit whispers with a chuckle
Now, you were smiling because you loved him... but also
TITTIES
Resting your head on your boyfriend's huge pecs made you smile uncontrollably
Something you weren't ashamed to admit, but you felt it wasn't appropriate to say in the moment
#gay#male reader#fanfic#x male reader#fluff#cute gay#kit connor#celebrity x reader#heartstopper#heartstopper x reader#heartstopper x male reader
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Respect the Loafs!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 602
Summary: You need to run to the store to grab something for your nightly routine...Bucky says no.
Author’s Note: My friend sent me this tik tok HERE and I just thought it was so hilarious so I had to do it with our Bucky because he would so pull this! haha Hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-in-darkness thank you lovely🥰
Warnings: Fluffy fun
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @wandasmaximoff thank you sweets🥰
“Hey Buck, I have to run to the store really quick. Do you need anything?”
He looks up from his spot on the couch and lays his book on his chest, his eyebrows raised.
“Now?” he asks, looking at the time. “It’s late.”
“It’s only 8:30pm,” you giggle. “It’s not late.”
“No,” he states with a shake of his head as his finger points out the window to the city lights that shine brightly against the dark sky.
“No what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes. “No…you don’t need anything?”
“No you’re not going anywhere. It’s dark out.”
“So? I need my face wash.”
“Use my soap,” he says as he picks up his book up again.
“No. I want my face wash. I’m going.”
He drops the book again and stares at you.
“No. We can get it tomorrow morning.”
“Bucky.”
“Doll.”
“I’m going.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Brat…I’m not…oh my god Bucky!”
“You can’t go out now! It’s too late and it’s dark. You’ll get stolen.”
“Stolen!” Your mouth falls open before you huff, “I will not be stolen.”
He keeps staring, his expression getting grumpier by the second.
“Yes. You will be,” he states, setting the book down and standing from the couch.
“I will not! And anyway I have my pepper spray.”
“What will pepper spray do?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest. “Have you ever seen the movie Taken?”
“Have you?” you ask in a mocking tone, matching his stance.
“Yeah…Stevie made me watch it.”
“Bucky. This is our neighborhood.”
“And? What does that have to do with anything doll?”
He walks closer.
“I’m coming with you. You can’t go out by yourself.”
“This isn’t 1940 Barnes. I can take care of myself.”
“Doll face,” he murmurs, gathering you in his arms. “I know that but I’d rather come with you.”
“Fine. But you have to buy me chocolate.”
“All the chocolate you want,” he says before kissing your lips.
“And don’t call me a brat.”
“But you are a brat,” he croons, trying to shush you with more kisses.
“Not for wanting to go buy my face wash,” you say in between kisses.
“You just don’t like to listen to me,” he teases, tightening his hold on you.
“I do like making you grumpy,” you wink before digging your teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re extra cute when you’re grumpy.”
He smiles wide, erasing all grumpiness from his expression.
With a giggle you pepper his scruffy cheek with kisses. “Still cute Buck.”
“Going out by yourself in the middle of the night,” he mumbles into your neck, ignoring your playful words. “Someone will just grab you up and boop,” he continues as he let’s you go and makes the motion of picking something up and dropping it into his pocket.
“That’s all it would take!” he grumbles.
“Fine,” you laugh. “You’re paying.”
He grabs his hoodie and throws it over your shoulders, waiting until you push your arms through before he zips it up. Your mouth turns up into a grin as you watch him walk over to the couch, going on with his mutterings as he starts to slip on his loafers.
“What are those?”
He turns to you, his eyebrows drawn in. “My loafs.”
“No,” you say pointedly. “I’m going by myself.”
His mouth falls open and he glares at you disbelief.
“Respect the loafs doll! Let’s go.”
You huff and roll your eyes, making a disgruntled face at his feet before lifting your chin and stomping passed him.
He ushers you out the door and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Brat.”
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#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky#sebastian stan x reader
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OKAY BUT I HAVE MORE IDEA FOR BLUNT READER CUZ I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCHANDMDJFKSLDKF
So you know how french people's insult are always outta pocket (from a person who's first language is french I can tell you that no other language compares in insult -apart for African languages)
Like,, some "bad" insult here would be : bitch, fuck off, whore,..
Which we can all agree is boring...
BUT THEN IN FRENCH!!!
We be getting creative with it
Eg.
"mange tes mort" wich translates to "eat your dead (relatives)"
"vas te fair enculer" means "go get yourself pegged in the ass"
(yes, we have a specific word for being fucked in the ass 💀)
AND THOSE WOULD BE THE COMMON ONES AS WELL
English could never compare ✨
BUT ANYWAYS
how would the characters react if reader was from france/ belgium/ canada(or any other french speaking country) and started cursing people out like they eould do in their home countrie !?!?
The eay their face would drop
We would make a couple of people cry
AND GOD(us haha) FORBID A KID OVER-HEAR US AND STARTS REPEATING US
Trying to un-teach them would be hell *cries*
Your thoughts?
Love yaaaa~
ABSOLUTE TOP TIER ORAH MY BELOVED!!
Nobody has any idea how much I HATE ENGLISH both for its rules/pronounciation BS/etc. But also, most importantly, THERES LIKE NO GOOD CUSS WORDS- OR LIKE CUSS PHRASES??
I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF BC THAT WAS LITERALLY ME WHEN I HAD THE REALIZATION TO LOOK UP OTHER LANGUAGE CUSS WORDS AND I WAS JUST BLOWN AWAY BY HOW GOOD THEY WERE- HOW CREATIVE- 😫😭🥲 ENGLISH WHY R U SO SHITY IN EVERY POSSIBLE LANGUAGE SITUATION-
like idk we got "eat shit and die / fuck off / go fuck yourself" ???? Like- thats pathetic 😟.
I love hearing someone just cuss smbody out their native language/non-english, it’s so badass and cool to see
Anyway u already know i love non-native english speakers from the bottom of my heart✨️
GOD I FUCKING LOVE BLUNT LANGUAGE AU ITS LIKE ONE OF TOP FAV AS U CAN PROBABLY GUESS I COULD WRITE A LITERAL FANFIC ENTIRELY OFF THIS SIMPLE PREMISE 💖💓💗💞❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
omg so i HAVE SPECIFICALLY HEARD ABT FRENCH BEING RLLY CREATIVEEE
and i researched french cusswords/phrases,,,
😭 BRO IM CRYING
“bête comme ses pieds!” IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR-
(trans: you’re as stupid AS YOUR FEEEEEETT)
idk what’s funnier, you translating urself in real time and saying all these phrases to ppl,
OR just scaring the ever-loving shit out of every teyvat citizen within a mile radius bc oh wow- you look pissed, so yeah somebody’s about to lose all their self-esteem for the rest of their life bc ur insults are known to be extra cutting bc ur so blunt-
OH CREATOR ABOVE (…oh creator, present??)- you changed to your holy language FOR THIS???
everybody just giving the npc the most bombastic side-eye for pushing you to do this,
or even just you stubbing ur toe/ate food when it was too hot
or my favorite, getting onto ppl like Wanderer when they do smth silly lmao
STOP I HAD A FOUL THOUGHT OF GETTING ONTO Ei AND WANDERER (like ei for not keeping him/at least giving him to someone else to raise, then all the shit he did as Scaramouche lol)
AND THIS CUSSWORD COMES OUT UNDER UR BREATH OR SMTH- DOES THIS FIT BC THIS KILLS ME:
“Putain de salope…” (whore of whore, I LIED IT MEANS FUCKING BITCH LMAO😭)
JUST GETTING THE MOM AND THE SON IN ONE FULL BREATH CRYINGGGG
STOPPP wanderer using it against other ppl ever since u used it lol
oh no stop dont bring the kids into thisss 😭😭
Klee would deffo be the first one to pick up ur words and use them, omg she just uses them as catchphrases like when throwing her bombs 💀
“Mange tes mort!” JUST WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE AS SHE THROWS HER HUGE SKILL BOMB INTO A FISH POND
Venti would definitely make sure the winds “pass along phrases of the sacred All-God language!”
which just means anyone who UNDERSTANDS YOU JUST GETS GENTLY CREATIVELY CUSSED OUT BY THE WIND IM SOBBINGGG
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i hope u guys are having a great summer! its basically too hot to go outside where I am, not unless ur going straight into the water or smth
which hey, ill be doing that this weekend, floating down the river about an hour away from my house with friends! :]
which,,, if anyone sees this, U GOTTA HELP ME THINK OF A 1000 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE THING TO DO IDK WHAT TO DO BUT I WANNA CELEBRATE IT BC I NEVER THOUGHT THATD HAPPEN!! lmk what u think in the comments if u read this!
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Safe Travels 0rah,
💀♒
♡the beloveds♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi
#srry i take so long to answer smth so simple#i actually have a surprising amount of asks!#i was thinkin abt it the other day like#damn should i reopen mail box#then i was like#not really bc i still got a lot of stuff to answer!#so now ITS CRAZZYYY to see my first posts/asks and see me trying to get ppl to send asks!#anyway i gotta make a 1000 followers thing bc i love u guys#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact sagau#sagau x reader#genshin imagines#genshin isekai#gender neutral reader#self aware genshin#genshin impact au#genshin x reader
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I know you literally only JUST posted that best friends dad Andy Barber one shot but, if you ever decide to write a part two🫣
Maybe reader can be the confident one, she makes the move when they go inside and Andy’s a little bit unsure at first but eventually they get down to the goodddd stufff if you know what I mean😮💨
Love your work!! Can’t wait to read more of it🫶🏼
hey, honey, I'm really hoping that the part 2 I wrote is for the correct part 1, haha, it's been a while, and I apologise for taking so long! thank you so much for supporting me.
part 2 of 51 and married
summary - after checking out your best friend's dad in front of them, you head inside, and things become heated.
warning - smut, swearing, cheating, blowjob, creampie, daddy kink.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You knew it was wrong to crush on your best friend’s dad, especially knowing he was married. You had gotten up after checking him out, heading to the bathroom as you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. How could he look so good? How could his wife not see what she had right in front of her? Everyone in town knew she was sneaking around behind his back, seeing worthless men who didn’t live up to Andy Barber.
You look at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the cute bikini set you had put on, hoping to gain the older man’s attention. Your eyes move up and lock in the mirror, checking out your face, and you turn the tap on, splashing your face with some water. You breathe in and out for a second before reaching over to the glossy pink lip gloss you had left in the bathroom. You unscrew it and then apply it across your plump lips, rubbing and popping them together before you build up the courage to at least talk to Andy without becoming a blubbering mess.
You open the door, and as you walk out, you bump into something hard. “Oh!” An arm wraps around you, balancing you. You blink up, locking eyes with Andy. You put on your best seductive smile, noticing how his eyes lock onto how glossy and plump your lips look. “Mr Barber! Were you waiting for me?” You smirk, resting your palm on his chest, noticing his hand hasn’t moved.
Andy blushes, cheeks turning bright pink. He clears his throat when noticing the exposed flesh he’s still touching. Andy quickly moves his arm away, scratching the back of his neck. “N–no, I uh….”
You giggle at how flustered the older man can get. “I’m just teasing, Mr Barber.” Your tongue flicks out, licking your bottom lip, catching Andy’s gaze. “Did you need to go in?” You feel your cunt throb with how close you are to him, with how your body is pressed up against him. He shakes his head, so transfixed as he stares at you. The tension is high, and you feel this is your chance. You should shoot your shot. “I… I noticed something might be broken in there.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with large innocent eyes.
Andy can feel his throat closing as he tries to swallow. Unsure if he should go in with you, of course, he knows there isn’t anything broken. He’s seen the way you look at him, and he’s heard what you’ve said. Andy was extremely flattered that someone so young and gorgeous wanted him, and even though his wife wasn’t faithful, he didn't know if he should go through with it. But the way you looked up at him, feeling you pressed against him, made him want to throw it all away, give into his desires. Andy nearly groans as your lip juts out, pouting up at him, and he decides what the hell. He pushes you gently into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Get on your knees.”
Your thighs squeeze together, and a moan nearly slips out at the command. Andy raises a brow, and with that, you drop, feeling giddy inside as you are so close to finally tasting him, feeling him in your mouth, how heavy he’d be on your tongue. Your hands make quick movements to take his hardening cock out, moaning at how large he is. You don’t waste any time and quickly take him in your mouth, licking and sucking, enjoying the sounds he tries to suppress but can’t. You look up at him, feeling slick build between your thighs as you lock eyes. Your hand begins to massage his heavy sacks, and you suck him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You moan around him, enjoying the taste that’s on your tongue.
Andy’s head tilts back and rests against the door before quickly looking back down so he doesn’t miss anything. Here he is, in his bathroom with you on your knees, sucking his soul out. Andy had imagined this since his son had introduced you. He stops you, suddenly pulling you up and bending you over the bathroom counter. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you when I cum.” He grunts, pulling your bikini bottoms aside. His finger touches your glistening cunt causing him to groan before he lines his thick member against your awaiting entrance. Andy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he slides in, feeling his heart stop as your tight walls squeeze him, making it hard to fit all of him inside you.
Your eyes cross, hands gripping the counter as he stretches you open. You had been dreaming of this since you first met him. Knowing he had to be packing since there was always a prominent bulge in his pants. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, plunging deeper and harder into you, pushing you into the counter. His eyes lock with yours through the mirror, “O–oh, Mr B–Barber….” You let out a low moan, never having felt this much pleasure from a man before.
Andy leans forward, gripping your throat. “That’s not my name, sweetheart.” You can barely think anymore with how deep he is fucking into you. With every thrust, he hits your sweet spot, which causes you to believe you see stars. “What’s my name, honey? C’mon, I know you’re a smart girl, don’t act so dumb now that you have a cock inside of you.”
You whimper, trying desperately to figure out what name he wants you to call him. “D–daddy?” How Andy snaps, and pounds into you tells you, you picked the correct name. His cock throbs wildly as he drives himself faster and deeper into you. Your body bounces against him, and his eyes watch your plump breasts, enjoying how they go up and down. “Daddy, oh, Daddy! You feel so good!” You grip his hand around your throat, feeling your walls clench down on his cock as you cum, your juices squirting out of you and covering him.
“Fuck!” Andy grips you tighter, picking up his pace and pounding into you. “Fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum! Where do you want it?”
“In me! Please!” You beg, pushing your hips back with each thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his cum spurting out of him, filling you. “So good…” You whine, clenching and unclenching as he continues thrusting until he’s completely empty.
Andy slowly pulls out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his pants before grabbing some toilet paper and cleaning you up and putting your bikini bottoms back into place. You stand, gripping the counter, as your legs feel a bit shaky. You slowly turn and wait for the regret to set in, waiting for Andy to realise what he has done and leave you alone. Andy cups your cheek and softly smiles, “Thank you.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours before the two of you walk out of the bathroom, thinking the coast is clear.
“Uh…” You both turn, eyes wide when they connect with Jacob’s, his hand mid-air with a drink in his hand. His eyes move between you and his father before he shrugs. “Okay.” And with that, he walks back outside, drinking his drink.
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Hello, did you see the viral tweet where they say that Helena did not see the evil/sarcasm in Aemond because she never saw it like that? it could be a request in the same scenario where the reader ( wife, you decide if she is a sister, cousin, niece or from another house ) is a sunshine and maybe it could be combined where in a fight or frustrated aemond he puts all his frustration on her and shows that hidden side? I love the angst but with a happy ending. Thank you
You lovely people are making me giddy with all your wonderful compliments, thank you! @lauraneedstochill made an excellent point that Aemond wouldn't be an asshole to who he loves...that's why I am struggling so much with this plotline haha I have to come up with something believable and he's not making it easy!
Aemond x fem!reader | angst to smut | 18+ only | reader getting bent over and her guts rearranged
“Aemond, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!”
“That’s not my point, Y/N!”
The two of you stood facing each other, hands balled into fists at your sides, glaring daggers. You had taken a trip, unbeknownst to your husband, to Flea Bottom, visiting the orphanage there to bring food and toys to the children.
“Did you at least have guards with you?” Aemond asked, tilting his head while his violet eye widened.
You hesitated, knowing full well you had not thought to bring a retinue of guardsmen.
Aemond looked to the ceiling as if praying for strength as he ran a hand through his silver hair. “Gods help me, Y/N, you will be the death of me.”
“I am here, aren’t I?” You cried, tossing aside the shawl you’d worn to the inner city. “Alive and well.”
“So the rumors I heard are untrue?” Your husband pierced you with his keen gaze, folding his arms tight across his chest.
He had already donned his long coat and sword by the time you got back, panting from the exertion of running. A group of men had indeed interrupted your time with the children, their sole aim to capture and hold you for ransom. Exactly how Aemond had heard that before you had even returned to the Keep only attested to the many eyes and ears in the city that belonged to the royal family.
“Y/N?” His voice was low, daring you to deny it.
“I…” You locked eyes with him, jutting your chin out in defiance. “As I have already said, I am safe. I-”
“You are a fool!” Aemond barked, striding toward you, scaring you backwards with the suddenness of his movement. He reached out as if to take your shoulders in his hands but dropped his arms at the last moment, instead leaning down into your space, his eye narrowed in anger. “A naive child. To risk everything on a whim. You could have been killed, or worse!” Aemond smoothed a hand over his head again, turning his back on your shocked and hurt expression.
“I am not a child.” You whispered, your face burning as you stared at Aemond’s tense shoulders. “I wanted to help.”
Aemond raised a gloved hand, signaling you to stop speaking. He shook his head, not speaking as he strode to the open door. He didn’t so much as spare you a glance before he disappeared into the corridor beyond.
“Shit.” You muttered to the empty room. “He’s pissed.”
Your heart twisted; the image of his anger fresh in your mind’s eye. The underlying fear you had seen on his face sent a fresh weight of guilt crashing in your chest. You had been in the wrong, he was right, you had risked everything…not even thinking to bring guards to the orphanage or telling your husband where you were going.
You couldn’t remain still, instead choosing to walk aimlessly down the stone hallways. Your feet found themselves outside Alicent’s reading room, the one she so often occupied. You raised a fist and knocked softly, wondering if you would get a response.
“Come in.” Came the soft reply.
Alicent was perched upon a sofa beside the flickering fire, a small book in her delicate hands. She looked up at you, a small knowing smile upon her face, her brown eyes alight with sympathy. “Sit with me, Y/N.” She marked her place before setting her book aside, patting the cushions next to where she sat invitingly.
You took a seat, looking from her face to the burning flames, the threat of tears still present behind your eyes. “Where…?
“He took Vhagar out flying.”
“Oh.” Your voice was small.
Alicent reached over and began rubbing small circles into your back. “He worries for your safety, Y/N.” She ducked her head to find your eyes. “He loves you very much, you know.”
You nodded, throat constricting, fighting valiantly against the urge to cry. Alicent’s face softened as she opened her arms to you. She rocked you slightly as your own mother would, murmuring soothing words into your hair as you embraced her. She took your arms, steadying you as you straightened back up. “Aemond will still be cross with you when he returns. Make sure he knows you won’t make that kind of mistake again, alright?”
“Yes.” You spent a few more silent moments with your mother-in-law, sitting amiably with each other.
As Alicent picked up her book to resume reading, you stood, brushing your skirts and making your way back into the hallway. You were grateful for her counsel, Alicent knew Aemond better than anyone in the world.
The hour grew late, you had spent most of it pacing before your bedroom fireplace, chewing on your nails. Aemond did not return, not even as the moon rose high in the dark sky. As the flames in your hearth began to dwindle into burning embers, you finally changed into your gossamer nightgown, slipping beneath the covers. You lay awake a long time before sleep took you, still waiting for the telltale opening of your chamber door heralding the return of your husband.
Warm hands caressing the skin of your thighs, digging into your supple flesh with firm fingers, roused you from a deep sleep. You groaned, rolling onto your back, your eyes flickering blearily open to see Aemond sitting above you. His anger appeared to be mostly gone, save for the pursed lips and steely glint lingering within his eye as he watched you wake. His hands continued to knead and probe at you, trailing up to your breasts, squeezing hard enough to elicit a mewl from your mouth.
“Aemond.” You hissed, beginning to rise into a sitting position only for him to swoop down upon you, pinning your wrists to the pillow above your head.
His long hair, illuminated in the moonlight, tickled your shoulders as he leaned down, his breath ghosting across your open mouth. “You vex me to no end, Y/N.”
“I’m sorry.” You wriggled beneath his heavy weight, your chest heaving as you panted. “I wasn’t thinking!”
“No.” Aemond kissed you with such fervor it stole the breath from your lungs. “You weren’t.” His one hand continued to hold your wrists together while he sucked bruising kisses to the column of your neck. “I can also tell you’re not sorry, nor do you think you were in the wrong.” He cupped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him as you attempted to turn your head. “Those eyes of yours say it all, Y/N.” Aemond kissed your lips roughly, dragging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “You can never hide your thoughts from me.”
“Is that so?” In a fluid movement you wrapped your legs around Aemond’s torso, pulling and pushing in equal measure, catching him off-guard enough to flip him underneath you. You blew strands of hair off your face, your hands now splayed across his bare chest, straddling him triumphantly. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.”
Aemond made a low dangerous noise in his throat, a thin smirk curving his plush lips as he studied you, his hair a mess on the pillow and across his angular face. With seemingly little effort Aemond rose from the bed, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you flush against him as he found his feet. You let out an undignified squeak, throwing your arms around his neck to keep from falling backward.
Aemond walked to the wall, pressing your back against it non to gently, releasing your legs to instead grip your throat, applying gentle pressure, coaxing your chin up so he could capture your parted lips in another searing kiss. You felt Aemond’s knee between your thighs, moving in tandem with you as you ground your heat down upon him, desperately seeking friction.
His long fingers stroked a fiery path along the skin of your stomach, dipping down to the junction of your legs. You jerked against his touch as he dipped into your slickness, rubbing languid circles against your swollen clit. Aemond pulled away from your searching lips enough so he could watch your wanton expression with his hooded eye, your mouths barely touching as you breathed each other in.
He pressed into your quivering cunt, two of his fingers diving deep and curling against the spot that brought stars to your eyes. “Aemond.” You murmured, your eyes rolling shut as you felt your climax approaching, his other hand still holding your throat.
Aemond removed his fingers from you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. With a whimper of frustration, you opened your eyes to glare at him.
“You think yourself deserving of a swift release?” Aemond quirked a brow at you, that damned smirk back on his beautifully wicked face.
“I’m close…” You reached down with your hand to try and pleasure yourself, but he caught your wrist, stopping you. “To giving you a swift kick to the groin.” You snarled, fighting once more to free yourself from Aemond’s firm grasp.
He chuckled at that. “You have enough fire to counter that of a dragon, Y/N.” Aemond spun you around roughly, your chest now pressing against the wall as he freed himself from his trousers. “Bend over.”
Heat pooled in your belly, yet stubbornness prevailed, and you remained rigidly upright, your head turned to watch him from your periphery.
“If you want to cum at all tonight, you will do as I say.” Aemond’s voice was dangerously low as he spoke in your ear, his body pressed flush to yours as he pulled at your hips with his hands.
You obeyed, your hands pressing against the stone wall as you allowed Aemond to pull you back while pushing you down, bowing your body beneath his. You shivered, feeling his teeth and lips brushing along the exposed skin of your neck and back. The head of his leaking member brushed your folds as Aemond lined himself to your wanting entrance. He slowly pushed into you, agonizingly slow, until he was seated fully within your cunt. Aemond held your hips firm as you tried to move against him, reveling in the warmth of your walls around his twitching member. “Gods.” He breathed. “I could fill you with little more than just this.”
“Aemond, please.” You didn’t beg often; he didn’t give you many reasons to. But tonight was proving to be a unique situation.
His hands gripped the dip of your waist tighter as he pulled out of you just to sink right back in, a hiss of pleasure escaping his mouth. “You’re so ready for me, Y/N.” He pumped into you again, taking his time, enjoying the sweet moans he dragged from your lips with each thrust.
You pressed your forehead against the wall, one of your hands reaching back to grasp at Aemond’s wrist.
“Do you need me to fuck you harder?”
The filth of his words sent a quivering spasm to your core, Aemond grunting as you squeezed against his cock.
“Please.” It seemed to be the only word you could say; the only phrase you could think. “Please Aemond.”
He rutted into you, making you gasp with the sudden force of his strokes as he increased the pace. Your breasts bounced as he fucked you against the wall, his hands coming to hold them in place as he pressed his chest flush against your back. Aemond mouthed at the flesh of your neck, pulling you to stand straight as he continued the demanding pace.
“Look at me.” His hand was at your throat once more as you turned your head to look at him. His lips brushed yours as he looked down upon you. “Promise me you won’t stray into danger again.”
“I-ah!” Your hands clutched at his torso, your walls tightening around him. “I-”
“If you want me to give you release, promise me.” Aemond’s breathing was heavy against your open mouth, he was just as close to his climax as you.
“I promise…Aemond.” You gasped, his tongue flicking out to taste the nectar of your lips as your orgasm began crashing over you. “I promise.” You said over and over as, legs shaking, you began to cum around him, your clenching walls milking the seed from him as he came with you. He held you steady, his firm arms around your chest as you bent forward once more, the force of your orgasm taking hold of your trembling body. Aemond continued to stroke deeply into you; once, twice, three times more, each motion sending a new shockwave to your center. Finally satisfied, he stilled, his softening manhood buried to the hilt as you both slowly came down from your high.
When Aemond pulled out, allowing you to stand straight, you felt his hot seed escaping your used quim, trickling down your legs. You turned your body, pressing against him as your lips found his. “I am sorry, Aemond.” You murmured, his soft expression prompting you to speak. “I never meant to cause you such worry.”
“I know, my love.” He whispered, his eye flicking between your own. “All is forgiven.”
He kissed you again, you felt his fingers scoop up the cum escaping from you and pushing it back into your cunt. You shivered against him, newly aroused at this unexpected action. He swept you up into his arms, depositing you back onto the bed and crawling atop you once more. “I’m not finished with you, however.” He grinned slyly, his hands spreading your legs for him to push long fingers back into your wet heat. You arched up into his touch, already feeling a fresh wave of arousal.
Aemond kissed you deeply, drinking down your gasps of pleasure as he scooped more of his seed from your thigh and pressed it back where he wanted it most. “There are still a few lessons I’m sure I can teach you before the dawn breaks.” He chuckled sinfully against your mouth. “Roll onto your stomach for me, my love.”
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