#loke x you
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Hey, can i request some friends to lovers relationship headcannons for Gray, Natsu and Loke from Fairy Tail with and fem!reader please
彡FRIENDS TO LOVERS
a/n- the crazy thing is this is a trope that would work for them the best, can you tell loke is my fave i went crazy on his
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GRAY
unfortunately for you since y’all are friends he always walkin around in his drawls, he simply does not care
he makes fun of you to no end, and don’t let you talk about something he could care less about either
“shh shh wait you hear that y/n?” he cups his ear “i don’t hear anything??” “you see because that’s the sound of someone who gives a fuck.” you rose a brow “i don’t hear any- oh.”
he thinks he’s so funny
he’s actually thee worst person to go to for relationship advice, if he openly does not like the person you’re dating and you come to him about your problems he’s like “break up with them” with no type of hesitation
at some point, you had to stop goin to him for relationship advice and only talk to him for a good rant
even if y’all are real tight he won’t tell you about ur, until he goes to that moon island and the memories resurface for him, then he’ll tell you all about it
but he’s not a big sentimental guy so it’s a little hard for him but you’re glad to know he could trust you
when he catches feelings for you he denies it terribly, he could catch himself starin at you too long and he snaps his neck in the other direction with a quickness
and don’t let anyone mention it either because it becomes even more obvious
“what are you talking about?? me and y/n? nah we’re just friends…” he says while watching you laugh with your friends with a smile
refuses to ask anyone for advice, he hopes to suffer quietly and move on
he’s the type to confess on accident, probably during a quest and you almost get hurt really bad and he saves you, you try to brush it off n make a joke out of it and he gets mad at you for it
“you could have died back there y/n. do you have any idea how that would have affected us at the guild?! how it would affect me!?” he sighs before continuing “you drive me so damn crazy you know that? i can’t live without you.”
he indirectly confesses to you with that and y’all are basically dating
unsurprisingly he acts the exact same, the only thing that changes is the fact that if he teases you too much you can shut him up with a kiss and he’s always like “oh?”, he is very aware of his effect on you and will continue to annoy you for more kisses
when he strips down it’s way more annoying than when y’all were just friends because he teases you about it
“are y’a that crazy about me that you’re embarrassed y/n?”
a good hit upside the head will do the trick just fine though
he still won’t be able to open up about things easily though, after years of constantly trying to brush things off it doesn’t come naturally to him, but he appreciates that you’re there to listen
NATSU
this trope was made for him actually
as his friend he would always drag you along to do all kinds of shit, he drags you along on quests 24/7 and trusts you to watch his back
if he starts a fight in the guild he always comes over to you smiling like an idiot whether he won or lost, constantly asking if you saw the new move he did or how cool he looked doin it
he’s at your house more than his own, he lives to annoy you first thing in the morning, he swears it’s funny but it’s not so funny anymore when he gets rocked for playing too much
he talks to you about igneel from time to time when something reminds him of his father or when he thinks of him just cause and he always tells you that igneel would love you if the two of you would meet each other
he’s not shy about his feelings towards you, he’s kinda obvious about them but not obnoxiously obvious about it, it’s clear to everyone else but not you because that’s just how he is
he would be around you more but it wouldn’t feel new because he was already around 24/7, but he would become slightly more touchy like throwing his arm around your shoulders n junk
he compliments you more too
“hey y/n! lookin good!”
eventually, y’all start jokingly flirting with each other, it goes on for a good while until you catch feelings. you try to ease up on the flirting but he keeps going so you admit that the flirting is getting to you and admit that you can’t flirt with him anymore if it’s not real and he says
“wait i thought we were already dating?”
once y’all are official things are more clear between the two of you, he screams “fun dates” guy so he loves going to nearby fairs with you on dates
he loves eating the food there and having you try some of the food
nap dates could be his thing too, you would have to talk him into it because staying still for long periods of time aint his thing, but when he comes over and he’s really tired he just wordlessly drags you into your bedroom and collapses on you and falls asleep immediately, run your fingers through his hair he loves that
his kisses have playful energy to them, you can feel him smiling into the kiss and it’s the cutest thing ever
when he tells you about igneel it’s different from when y’all were just friends, he talks about you meeting him, and him showing you off to his father knowing that he would love you as much as he does
LOKE
y'all would be real close, when he was interested in he would tell you immediately which happened literally every day, he would be like
"hey you see that girl over there? i think I'm gonna go talk to her"
and you would never be able to talk him out of it either
but at the same time, he would keep certain things from you like him being a celestial spirit, he was planning to never tell you about it till his time was up, as he feels his time fading he's filled with regret, instead of telling you how he felt he just ignored his feelings with other women and in the end he wasn't even able to tell you that he loved you
when lucy makes a contract with him, she insists that he goes and confesses his feelings for you
"we all know loke, y/n might not have noticed but we see the way you look at her…and ironically you don’t see the way she looks at you either” his eyes widen, and lucy extends her hand to him “go get her”
his confession is the sweetest thing ever
with encouragement from lucy, he wasted no time running back to the guild, he almost tripped a couple times from the brute force of his start but he didn’t care he needed to see you. he burst into the guild hall out of breath “where is y/n?!” he shouted. the other guild members crowed around loke wondering what happened, asking him about his new look, and wondering why he ran out of the guild earlier “there’s no time for that dammit where is y/n?” cana spoke over the crowd “she’s on her way home to i would go get her now before she moves on if i were you!”
he started running once again by the time he found you, you were a few steps from your house before he shouted “y/n!!” causing you to stop in your tracks at the sound of his voice “loke?” he ran up to you and sweeped you into a hug, he hugged you so tight as if you were going to disappear “i won’t leave you like that again i promise.”
the two of you share a kiss and he tells you everything, he talks about him being a celestial spirit, he tells you ab the previous wizard he made a contract with and why he made up the identity “loke”
from there he tells you his real name, and every time you say it he gets butterflies
as for y’all’s relationship he’s often out of the celestial world hanging out with you on days he’s not on lucy’s schedule
out of respect for lucy y’all never have anything planned on the days he’s contracted, and out of respect she doesn’t call him when she knows y’all are busy, she is y’all’s biggest supporter
when he’s seen around the guild he’s normally seen with you close by, his arm will always be around you one way or another whether it’s your shoulder or waist it’s gonna be there
as the king of the zodiacs, he often calls you “my queen”
he seems like the beach date type, but not during the day during the night time so y’all can see the stars, he points out his constellation
“if there’s ever a time i’m not able to be with you the stars will always be by your side.”
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Gardenia
Loke x Reader
Quote: "Fall in love with someone bringing you back." & "Fall in love with someone unexpected."
Someone You Loved Featuring: The Dancer
Loke had been rather nervous his first time attending an art exhibit and not that he ever would’ve admitted that to you but in his defence he did have a rather excellent explanation as to why he was nervous if you were to ask. It had, afterall, been an exhibit filled with photos of him not to mention his first major debut into high society. Attending this art exhibit, on the other hand, was the least of Loke’s worries. Not just was this exhibit one featuring someone else but this particular art exhibit would total to the fifth art exhibit he’s had the privilege of attending.
A long line of curious onlookers had already formed around the entrance que by the time that Loke had arrived.
He had, of course, arrived precisely half an hour after the time written on the cute invitation you sent to him in the mail. It is preferred, if not mandatory, in high society for someone to arrive fashionably late when making an appearance at the event of a close friend. Not just to help relieve that friend but to show that the event was so important that they pushed everything else they had going on to the side just to make such a scene.
And, well, Loke never wanted to see over too eager. Lest it give the wrong intentions away.
Of course that whole argument could also be thrown away with one glance at the white bouquet he clutched tightly in his hand. A dozen gardenias freshly picked and pruned just for you. One of Loke’s close friends ran a flower shop which was what had given him the idea to present you with such a gift when one of his managers suggested he bring something.
The cool night air nipped at the tip of his nose. He’d never been a fan of using his fame and connections to get special benefits but decided tonight would have to be an exception as he made his way to the front of the line. The flowers in his hand looked to be shivering from the cold. Perhaps next time he’d have to bring something more hardy. Perhaps a picture frame? Perhaps a little tacky but you’d definitely get a good kick or two out of it.
A single flash of the coffee coloured card and mention of his name was enough to have the security guards open up the door and let him in. Loke keeps his eyes towards the room and away from the envious gazes of those forced to wait outside.
The room is packed full to the brim. Perhaps not as packed as sardines but there are more people than would make for a comfortable exploration of the exhibit.
White frames hang up against dark brown coloured walls with golden plates at the bottom of each frame. It’s an interesting colour scheme you’ve picked to go alongside the muse you’ve decided to name The Poet. Makes him feel as though he’s entered into a coffee shop of some sort, similar to those of which he visited back when he was first starting college. A cute little corner of the world carved out just for him. A glimpse into the months you must’ve shared with your latest Muse.
The first picture that greets Loke is one containing a white wall mattered with bright and colourful post-it-notes or was it sticky notes? Loke never could remember which was the name of a brand and which was the name of the actual product. Not that it ever really mattered to him. Except perhaps for the fact that you would always tease him for it. But secretly, he’s always quite liked teasing, but only when it comes from you.
There seems to be no method to the madness that is this first photo that Loke’s chosen to view. It seems more haphazard and random than something well thought out. He can imagine it now; you enter into the house of the Poet for the first time only to be both baffled and impressed at how beautiful this controlled chaos seems to be.
Single words like ‘FLIGHT’, ‘BRILLIANCE’, and ‘WONDER’ are sprawled over the entirety of the patches of yellows, blues and pinks. While trios of words like, ‘HOPES’, ‘WISHES’, and ‘DREAMS’ can be depicted on splashes of green and purple. Loke finds it both thought provoking and sophisticated - especially from something so chaotic. And he’d expect nothing less from you.
The second thing that catches Loke’s attention is a man with dark hair. He’s a little shorter than Loke but not by much. Upon first glance, there’s nothing about the man that screams eye catching. Upon second glance though, one can see how easily he seems to command crowds. Without a word people’s attention is drawn towards him. It’s a skill Loke is envious of. He, himself, can not command the attention of crowds with simply his presence. The top of his head is covered with his dark bangs, a scowl on his face that says ‘he’s been forced to stay here longer than he’d like’ brings a bout of amusement to Loke’s chest.
“Bookkeeper!” Loke shouts, making his way towards the man.
The Bookkeeper’s frown seems to deepen as Loke nears him which only goes to fuel Loke’s own amusement.
The Bookkeeper sighs deeply, “Dancer.”
“What’re you doing in a place like this? I thought Soccer players were kept in jail cells during the off season.” Teased Loke.
“Football.”
“Hm?”
“Football, Dancer,” the Bookkeeper scoffs, “not soccer.”
Loke shrugs, “football. Soccer. Same difference.”
The Bookkeeper's hands tighten into fist but the action is brief and only ever so slightly. Loke, of course, knows he shouldn’t provoke the Bookkeeper but just can’t seem to help himself. All of their meetings are like this, afterall. One could even say it’s the nature of their relationship. Almost brother like if you considered Loke the older the older annoying brother and the Bookkeeper the younger overachieving one. Of course, the Bookkeeper had been named a Muse long before Loke (which should have made him the older brother) but Loke was older than him - so he’d obviously be the older brother in this strange relationship. Though, Loke doubts the Bookkeeper would ever want to be referred to as Loke’s brother.
“What do you want, Dancer?” Sighed the Bookkeeper.
“Why, Bookkeeper!” Loke feigns an expression of hurt, his spare hand going over his heart, “I’m hurt! And here I was thinking we were actually friends.”
The Bookkeeper smirks ever so slightly, “I definitely wouldn’t have come here if I’d have known you were coming.”
Loke mirrors the Bookkeeper’s expression, “Just imagine our little photographer’s expression if she heard that!” Loke may be playing dirty but he’s never considered himself above that. If anything he’d use every little thing to his advantage if he could, including you. It was obvious to anyone, including Loke, that you cared very much for each of your Muses. Why else would you have given them such titles? And, from what Loke had observed, much of those affections were mirrored by most of your Muses.
Not him, of course. Never him.
No.
Nada.
His expressions could never be pinned down on a single woman like yourself.
Not a-
“I’m certain she’d understand.” Says the Bookkeeper.
Loke shrugs in response, “always did let you get away with things like that.”
“That’s because I’m actually nice to her.”
“Hey!” Loke smiles, though his chest pangs in a weird sorta way, “I’m nice to her.”
“If you say so.”
Loke wants to spit something back in response but a third thing finally seems to catch his attention. And when something catches Loke’s attention it isn’t very long he allows that thing to go by without his interference.
The flowers in his hand seem to sing as his eyes land on you from across the room.
Boy do you ever look like a vision.
So pretty across the room in your fancy dress. It feels like ages since he’s last had the chance to see you. You’ve been so busy these last few days. Probably the most sought after photographer this year. You look to be laughing at something someone else said and Loke’s certain it must sound beautiful. Something he’d like to choreograph a dance to if you’d allow him.
You wouldn’t of course, but it is a nice thought.
His treacherous heart flutters in his chest.
Loke has to force his gaze away, turning back to the Bookkeeper, “so what’s your consensus on the Poet?”
The Bookkeeper’s eyes, which are now only slightly covered by his bangs, meet with Loke’s own, “haven’t met him. You?”
“Haven’t met him either. His name’s listed in the agenda and credits but there’s no photo of his face.”
“So he’s camera shy.”
Loke chuckles, “he’s not the only one.”
The Bookkeeper turns his head as he scans the room’s occupants, “any guess on who he might be?”
Loke follows the Bookkeeper's actions, scanning the room before his eyes land on a man in the back of the room with blonde hair, “what about him?”
“No,” the Bookkeeper shakes his head, “his features are plain.”
“Perhaps that’s why his face isn’t in any of the photos.” Jokes Loke.
“There’s nothing about him that screams ‘sparking’.”
“Ah yes. ‘Sparking.’”
“How about him?” The Bookkeeper points to a man with gray eyes.
“Him?” Loke narrows his gaze on the grey eyed man, looking for a spark of some sort, “no chance.”
The Bookkeeper nods in response.
The fourth thing to catch Loke’s attention this night is a man whose brown hair has been dipped in green. It isn’t the most pleasing colour, especially on the man’s face, but it does go with the colour scheme of the room.
Loke and the Bookkeeper share a look.
The brown haired man, the Poet, is tall. Perhaps not much above average but tall nonetheless. He seems to have a certain charm to him that has Loke certain he’s had his way with a woman or two before. It’s a cute kinda charm.
Without another word Loke makes his way over.
There’s a certain look on the Poet’s face that Loke identifies as ‘love struck’. It’s a look he’s seen too often. One he’s had too often. The Poet’s eyes seem stuck on you from across the room and Loke’s almost surprised.
He’s not, of course, but only because that look is for you.
“She’s pretty, ain’t she.” Teased Loke.
The Poet jumps, but is quick to recompose himself, “yes. I guess so.”
Loke smirks, and asks “do you know her?” despite already knowing the answer. The Poet’s eyes rarely leave your form, only darting away to look at Loke in an attempt to be polite.
“One would hope so,” laughs the Poet, “considering all those photos she’s taken are of my works.”
“So you’re the poet.” Exclaims Loke, smiling at how cringey his own acting seems to be.
The Poet takes a step towards Loke, a raised brow at the ready, “what of it?”
“Nothing,” Loke shrugs, “you’re just now what I was expecting.”
“And just what exactly were you expecting?”
Loke smirks, “some love sick camera shy girl.”
“Huh?” And the brow is raised, “and you consensus on me?”
“Not a girl, but still camera shy and definitely love sick~”
The Poet’s expression is a mix between confused and annoyed, “and what’s that supposed to mean?”
Loke laughs, “you can just call me The Dancer.”
“So what’re you doing here?”
“I was invited here. She always invites me to her showings.”
“Oh,” the Poet glances quickly around the room, his eyes landing on you before finally turning back to look at Loke, “how long have you known her for?”
“Quite a few years now, actually. I was one of her first Muses, you know.” Her sixth to be precise.
“Muse.” Chuckles the Poet.
Loke raises a brow “hm?”
“It’s such a funny word, you know.”
“How so?”
“Originally they were the daughters of Zuse and Mnemosyne. Eventually the word came to be defined as a person who has become a source of inspiration for a creative artist.”
“And how is that strange?”
“Now we use it to define the relationship between us and her. A form of endearment used to keep a barrier between herself and the rest.”
The idea gives Loke a weird feeling in his stomach but he doesn't linger too long on it. Figures a poet would be the kind of person to think too deeply into something. Loke, personally, has never liked thinking too deeply into things. Thinking deeply, feeling deeply and even worse, acting on those thoughts and feelings, can only cause harm.
Eventually, Loke sighs, “she always was quite an elusive person, wasn’t she?”
The Poet nods, “likes to stay just out of reach.”
Now that makes Loke laugh, “ain’t that the truth.”
And the conversation stops there. The one moment of connection quickly turns awkward and cold the longer Loke continues to linger there so he decides to make his way elsewhere.
The fifth thing to catch his attention tonight is another picture hung up on the wall. A man’s hand, the Poet’s hand, holds a pen writing something upon a blank sheet of paper. The words are blurred out and the white of the paper melts into the black table beneath it. Of all the photos tonight Loke thinks that this one must have been staged. All the photos in your first album were taken in the midst of a moment. A time when someone least expected it. The second album consists completely of staged photographs. Loke’s own photos were all taken in the midst of a moment while all of the Bookkeepers were staged. These ones, the Poet’s photos, seem to be a mix.
Loke hears your voice and immediately turns to look. You seem to be in the midst of a conversation with the Poet, a sweet smile on your face. All your smiles are sweet but this one is particularly reserved for your Muse.
You really are such a vision. A work of art yourself. Loke’s almost surprised that you yourself haven’t caught the attention of someone like yourself. That you have yet to become the Muse of another but perhaps your brilliance isn’t something he sees the same way as others.
His heart aches.
Loke pulls one of the staff carrying trays aside, “would you be able to give these to the artist after the show?”
“You don’t want to give them to her yourself, Sir?”
He holds the heavy guardians out, “not today. I’m expected elsewhere and don’t have time to wait for her conversation to end. And I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.”
“And who shall I credit these lovely flowers from?”
Loke smiles, “The Dancer.”
You’d be able to see him next time.
Fall in love with someone bringing you back.
---
Gardenia
“Try not to fall in love with me,” Loke gives you a playful wink, “yeah?”
You laugh, “oh don’t you worry about me. Even if I did fall in love with you I’d doubt you’d even know.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because,” you bring a hand to your heart, “the best love is the unrequited kind.”
And Loke had laughed at that response of yours. He, in a thousand years, never would have expected you to say something like that! Though, perhaps that was why he chose you for such a proposition in the first place.
Loke’s parents had never been pushy or overly commanding of him but they did, like all good parents did, worry for him. Worried about his promiscuous lifestyle and livelihood. Constantly pushing him to settle down and marry a nice girl. Heck, it didn’t even have to be a girl, just someone that would care for him in his old age.
And Loke, for the most part, did agree with them. Settling down with someone did sound nice, in theory, but was so much harder than anyone else realised. His last serious relationship had been in highschool (if you can even count that) and lasted all of three years before reality hit and his career took off.
Anything stable was most certainly the antithesis of whatever he had going on.
Loke’s cousin, on the other hand, was an absolute menace. Always taunting and mocking him for his lack of a stable relationship. And, to throw it further in his face it just so happened to be that cousin’s wedding. A wedding where Loke would need to find a date and quickly.
Someone respectable but not too likeable (lest he have to make up some crazy excuse as to why they broke up). Someone that could have the possibility of being in a long-term relationship but not someone that’ll be too attached to him. Someone that isn’t a nobody but neither too popular that a scandal would be attached to their names.
Someone like you.
A newcomer in the upper eshalms of society. Well known and well liked enough but not so much that Loke would be teased when the two of you ended up going your separate ways. Someone sane and most importantly, someone that he wouldn’t have to worry would fall for him.
Little did he know that would end up being the least of his worries.
Loke, most definitely wouldn’t have even considered you in the first place if he knew just how crazy the course of his life would have changed. If he knew just how big a mistake meeting you for the first time would really be.
---
“Can you dance?” Loke asked.
You smiled apologetically, “not very well.”
He held a hand out to you, a warm smile playing on the corners of his lips, “well lucky for you, I happen to be an excellent one. If I do say so myself.”
You laugh, seemingly moved by his chivalrous attitude, “lead the way, my good sir,” taking his hand in your own.
Your hand is warm and a little sweaty in Loke’s own and your eyes are pointed down at your feet. Lethargic and slow movements follow Loke’s own smooth and refined ones. To him, it’s as though he’s just begun the long strenuous process of teaching someone how to walk. Slowly and certainly. One step at a time.
For the most part, you aren’t too bad.
Though you do definitely step on his toes once or twice.
Or ten times.
But he doesn't mind all too much.
Not when you look so cute with your eyes scrunched up in concentration. A crease between your brows that he so desperately wishes to wipe away.
You step forward, a brief second before he can step back which causes another collision between your toes.
“Sorry.” You mumbled.
Loke laughs, “you’re thinking too hard about your movements.”
You raise a brow, “thinking too hard. Really?”
“Yeah,” Loke leans in close to your ear, “close your eyes and just follow my movements.”
“I can barely dance with my eyes open and now you want me to close them? Are you crazy?”
“I mean you never know.”
“I don’t know Loke.”
“Come on, (Y/n)! Just give it a chance.”
You swallowed, “oh alright. I suppose I can’t get much worse can I?”
“That’s the spirit, Love!”
You raise a brow, “love?”
“Sweetheart?”
Your eyebrow stays raised.
“(Y/n)?”
Your expression flips, giving him an innocent smile, “yes?”
Loke makes a show of rolling his eyes but his mouth smiles in a manner that would express amusement.
You smile cheekily in response, closing your eyes.
From this distance, Loke thinks he could perhaps just maybe (real emphasis on maybe) lean down and steal a kiss. Had this been in the middle of a club rather than the midst of a wedding reception Loke very well may have leaned down and stolen a kiss from you. He may have even leaned down and stolen a kiss if it wasn’t you. Of course, it was you dancing with him in the middle of someone else’s wedding reception so he held himself back.
Stayed a respectable distance.
But he did wonder.
Leaned in and pulled you closer and led you along in the movements of a dance.
The two of you are pretending to be a couple. Might as well act the part, right? Who was he kidding, of course he was right. He was always right when it came to matters of the heart. When it comes to matters of love.
But… then again, he is only human.
And humans are bound to make mistakes once in a while, right?
“Ah, Loke!” You exclaim.
The boy blinks, as if suddenly finding himself back in reality.
It looks as though he’s accidentally let you fall… into the bowl of punch.
“Ah, sorry (Y/n)!” But he grins, “guess ya shouldn’t have trusted me…”
---
There’s a distant sound of chatter in the background as Loke closes the heavy glass door behind him. The door does well to muffle the sound and the distinctiveness of chatter has turned into a cacophony of murmurs and jumbled phrases. Perhaps, Loke thinks, that if all crowds were as quiet as this he’d never have a want or need to escape large gatherings.
But alas, the world is not as everyone hopes and crowds are most certainly not a distant chatter in the wind.
The music from the party is louder than the chatter, but not obnoxiously so.
It’s a happy sorta beat. Something meant to encourage pleasant conversations and induce happiness in all the party goers there. Nothing Loke would turn on when wanting to listen to music but something pleasant to the ear.
Frogs croaking and crickets chirping are the loudest sounds of the night outside. They bring Loke back to earth. To a place where everything can just be okay. It reminds him of when he was young and escaping the ever watchful eye of his father in hopes for a moment of reprieve. It wasn’t that Loke did badly in large groups but even he needed a moment to himself.
The breeze is cool against his skin. Almost uncomfortable when paired with the chill of night. Loke, of course, is used to such a breeze. It’s pleasant.
The inky black sky is beautiful. So vast and endless. Feels more like a hope for the future rather than the fear of the unknown that others so oftenly speak of. Perhaps Loke only feels that way because of the stars. Him and his family had always been very attuned with the stars. Something to do with ancestors.
Not that Loke really believed that kind of thing.
But sometimes, on nights like this, he really did think himself more connected than others. Almost as if that was where he was really meant to be.
Up in the sky, almost the stars.
A cough coming from the side of the building has Loke jerking his head to the side faster than a child running downstairs on Christmas day.
When his eyes land on you he visibly relaxes.
You give him a half smile, your own gaze kept on the night sky above.
You, yourself, could have been a star. A star fallen from the heavens above meant to grace the world if but for a moment. Perhaps that’s why Loke has always been so drawn to you in the first place.
The two of you are connected, like stars in the night sky.
“What’re you doing out here?” Loke asked, moving to take a seat beside you against the cool brick wall.
You shrug, “I suppose I’m out here doing the same thing as you.”
He smiles, “well ain’t that a nice coincidence.”
“It most certainly is, afterall you owe me big time, Sir.” You say, pointing accusingly at the man.
Loke shrugs, “and what is it you’d like, Miss?”
You smile, “be a Muse for me.”
“Muse?”
“My most popular collection.”
“Oh,” Loke smirks, “all those photos you take of hot guys.”
“What!” You flush, “it’s way more than that!”
“And what’s that?”
“A series of photos of people that spark inspiration. But, mostly, they were people that were important to me.” You huff, “if they were merely attractive men I’ve taken photos of then I most certainly would have sold them out and posted photos of them shirtless in one of those cheesy calendars.”
“Maybe you should consider doing that.”
You jab Loke on the side.
He laughs and leans his head on your shoulder.
It’s cold and he finds a strange sort of comfort in your warmth. It’s not a perfect fit like he always imagined. It’s not this exact thing that he expected when he was young. Not the kind of thing people told stories about and he dreamed of but it was warm. So warm against the coolness of night. He wonders if you’ve ever been this close to anyone else. If there was ever someone to make you laugh and smile this way. If there was ever someone that made your heart race the same way he was racing right now. If anyone could, Loke thinks, then it must have been one of your Muses.
Your eyes light up when you speak of them.
And you want him to be one of them.
“Muses.”
You turn, a smile playing on your lips, “do you have a muse when you dance?”
“No.” Loke turns to look at you, “though you and I don’t have the exact same meaning.”
“Hm.”
“Why do you take photos of others?”
“Well,” you begin, “it’s more about the expression of it than anything.”
“Expression?”
“The state of wanting.”
“And what is it you think everyone should be wanting?”
You pull away from him, and take a deep breath, looking out into the rest of the world around you, “I think we all hope, deep in our hearts, to be chosen by someone else. To be wanted.” And, Loke can’t help but think that you’re absolutely beautiful. That from here on out there will never be anything more beautiful than you as you are right now. That humanity must have certainly peaked with you here and now. That there will never be anything else he will ever want for.
Loke swallows, “and is that a bad thing?”
And you smiled, “it’s certainly a human thing.”
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“Try not to fall in love with me,” Loke gives you a playful wink, “yeah?”
You laugh, “oh don’t you worry about me. Even if I did fall in love with you I’d doubt you’d even know.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because,” you bring a hand to your heart, “the best love is the unrequited kind.”
“Really? What good can come from unrequited love?”
Loke watches you from a distance as you laugh and smile with who appeared to have been your latest muse. His heart pounds sporadically in his chest as if he’s a lad with a school boy crush.
Imagine what you’d say now?
Fall in love with someone unexpected.
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Are you ready, Mr. Dragneel?
I’m always ready, Lucy.
Wow! Then let’s start.
#are you ready Mr styles?#I’m always ready for you Taylor#fairy tail#lucy heartfilia#nalu#natsu dragneel#natsu x lucy#writers on tumblr#lucy x natsu#illustration#nalu analysis#nalu headcanon#ft nalu#nalu fanart#lucy star dress#Leo#Leo Star dress#loke fairy tail#together forever#I’m always ready Taylor#wow then let’s start#tiktok trend#harry styles#Taylor swift#espresso
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Scooby and the Doos
#Scooby Doo#I've always wanted to be able to draw rhem and you have no idea how it feels to draw characters I've loved since babyhood#and actually loke how they came out#sincerely this feels like a milestone#it's not a complex full piece or anything#but I am so proud of my whole art journey right now#omg 100 typos in there x)#anyway#bananart
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Would anyone ever ask to borrow noble Lexa’s toy?
No, because an omega's toy isn't for anyone else to play with while they are under them. Actually, few omegas have had the number of toys Lexa had and the only reason she had that many has is because she kept pretending to lose interest in them so she could liberate them in a way.
Omegas do tend to gloat about their toys and have other omegas see them naked and allow for a brief touch but no one plays with the alpha toy besides the omega they belong to.
That being said, between close friends there could be trades, and im sure some of Lexa's friends have asked, Niylah and Gaia both being rather interested in Clarke but Lexa has no intention of letting them so much as touch Clarke!! Her friends just laugh and tell her that once Lexa's married they'll be sure to give Clarke a nice home 😏 and Lexa keeps telling Clarke she has to stop being jealous when Lexa talks about her probable future with either Costia or Ontari and yet our little omega sees red with jealousy when she thinks of Clarke with any of her friends shsjd
#letter opened#au: noble x feral#you cant have your cake and eat it too Lexypo!#clarke acts very uninterested but its not loke she has a choice if Lexa decides to gift her to her friends#she literally only has eyes for lexa and she might prefer death if shes not woth her actually#so she hopes lexa returns her to the pound after she marries
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It’s the ‘underline enemies dislike we are both scheming rats to lovers’ tension for me
#i think they should kiss. I think they should date actually. me thinks azul x jamil supremacy#WHEN HE APPEARED I SCREAM I WAS LOKE OMG AZUL BESTIE WASNT EXPECTING YOU HERE HIIII#I love it when all my ships are the best ever and interact even if it’s nothing relevant I go brrr#i love it because when Jamil said you absolutely would I had just thought the same line AKSJSKW Jamil and I are connected that way#jamil#azul#twisted wonderland
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Magic of cherry blossoms
drabble request - Freed x Loke
requested by anonymous
"Holy shit, you two look... divine. Divine as hell in your case, baby," Bickslow teased winking in Freed's direction. The rune mage just rolled his eyes, contradicting the visibly content smile on his face.
Gray, getting curious because Bickslow had kind of been hogging the pages, snatched the magazine from his guild mate's grasp and scanned the photos that had been the result of last week's photoshoot.
"Oi oi, not so greedy. How 'bout ya get a copy of your own, huh?" But Gray either ignored him or he was instantly charmed by the pictures and if that was the case then Bickslow couldn't blame him for it. Their buddies, Freed and Loke who were sitting across from them right now, looked charming and hot as fuck at the same time.
For some time the Weekly Sorcerer had been forced to pause surveys and articles like the 'Top 10 Wizards I'd like to have as boyfriend' because the growing issues in the wizarding world had a huge impact on the entirety of society. But now that the peace had been restored for the most part, the more fun parts of the weekly magazine could return as well.
Loke and Freed had both been part of the ranking the second last time it was published. Back then, Freed had dropped in rank seemingly because he cut his hair and now that it was long again he had climbed up in the ranking again. The people seemed to love his long hair, really. Loke wasn't allowed back in the ranking because of technical reasons (him turning out to be a celestial spirit did influence the one or other thing) but he returned for a photoshoot as ex-ranked wizard. The crowd still loved him to bits, and that wasn't at all surprising.
Bickslow watched as Gray's eyes ran over the pages. His facial expression didn't reveal anything about how he was feeling about the pictures but he could feel that it wasn't leaving the ice mage's soul completely unaffected.
Speaking of souls... There was something interesting about the aura of the two men across from him and he was gonna find out what it was.
"Didn't expect it, but you two are a fuckin' good match," Gray muttered after a moment and put the magazine on the table, leaving the double page spread on display.
As it was Cherry Blossom season the photographer had decided to take the pictures in a Cherry Blossom setting. Loke and Freed were leaning against the rail of a bridge, Cherry blossom trees in the background. Single flowers were flying around them, highlighting their features, and the two of them managed to not only look absolutely elegant but charmingly casual at the same time. Both men were wearing dusty pink suits with white button up shirts but while Loke was wearing a bow tie, Freed was wearing a long tie partly hidden under a waistcoat. Since Loke was often spotted with a long tie and Freed with a cravat, the photographer had thought that it would be a good idea to switch it up for the photoshoot.
And it undoubtedly was.
"Why thank you Gray," Loke grinned, satisfied with his own pictures and that he could charm his friends. "But I knew that Freed and I would look stunning together. With so much style and good looks, what could have gone wrong?"
Bickslow raised a brow and looked back and forth between the celestial spirit and his captain. Loke was the king of flattery but there was definitely something else going on. He could feel it. Their souls were fluttering.
"Well... I thought the heart gesture was a bit too much," Freed pointed out with light chuckle, referring to the heart he was instructed to form with his runes, having them float above one of his hands while giving a flirty smile into the camera.
"What? I thought it was fancy, and much more special compared to the flowers I was given," Loke mused out loud and frowned. "But my wink looks on point, as it always does."
"I suppose only the Trimens can rival you in charm in spades." Freed shook his head and Bickslow became even more suspicious.
"Oh you think it's too much sometimes? No, you don't." Loke concluded immediately after asking the question and smirked at Freed who just barely raised a brow and then quickly turned his attention back to Gray and Bickslow.
"When does your photoshoot take place, Gray?"
"Next week. Kinda glad it's with Lucy."
"Bet if Natsu had been present in the ranking they would've paired you and him together." And Bickslow thought this to be a quite amusing sight to behold, actually. Gray just grimaced and Loke laughed. "Ya know, going over the rankings there's either spots for flirt machines-"
"That does sound kinda rude-" Loke chimed in, muttering.
"- or the mysterious calm guys. Example A and B." Bickslow gestured at both Gray and Freed while finishing the sentence. "These rankings discriminate the lively sunshine type, like Natsu and myself. That's rude."
"You call yourself a "lively sunshine type"?" Freed asked in disbelief, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms.
"You should know it best, baby." He joked and mirrored Freed's posture, just in a more lounging way. He had been known Freed for years, his light and his dark sides, and just like that Freed had also experienced Bickslow's most happy and most sad times. It was true that Bickslow was a loud and chaotic nature and generally positive nature, but sometimes it served as defense mechanism just as well. To bury other parts.
They knew as good as everything about each other as best friends, so there was barely anything that slid past Bickslow's recognition. And yes, his soul magic did assist him in some aspects.
"Well, you could count Sting as lively sunshine type, I guess. Both Rogue and him are in the ranking again," Gray continued to argue and shrugged, not really caring.
And that was the moment Bickslow lost track of the conversation for a moment because there was something much more interesting to focus on. By now, Loke had leaned back in his chair as well and not only that but it looked as if he had slid a little closer towards Freed. Their shoulders were touching now and he was sure that they hadn't before.
Now it wasn't something unusual for Loke to seek physical contact and gain comfort from it, but for Freed? Usually he didn't easily accept physical closeness and if he did want the physical contact then he'd often be the one to initiate it. There was a casualness about the two men that Bickslow had never noticed before. Perhaps because... It hadn’t been there until now? What had changed?
The seith mage tried to restrict himself from doing soul deep dives too often but this time the curiosity got the better of him.
There was a strong sense of contentment, no sign of discomfort. Definitely not on Loke's part but also not on Freed's. Bickslow found himself paying attention to more of their body language and noticed how there was always a light sway towards Freed coming from Loke, and Freed welcomed it.
Comfort, connection... Sensuality?
There were questions forming in his mind and he almost couldn't keep his lips from spouting a bolt comment.
Breaking his state of mesmerisation, Bickslow took a look to the left. Should he ask Gray if he had noticed something different about Loke and Freed later? After all Gray and Loke had been best friends for quite a long time as well.
Just then the conversation ended and Freed was looking at him, almost in a probing way. Oh no, had his scanning been too obvious? "Are you alright? You suddenly went awfully quiet."
"Oh, me? Yea, I'm fine," Bickslow reassured and grinned before abruptly changing the subject. "You two have somewhere to be, haven't ya? Ya better get going."
There was a pause and Bickslow felt Freed's piercing gaze on him before he answered. "You're right, we should head off before we miss the last appointment. So," Freed stood up and fixed his shirt before turning towards Loke, "shall we?"
"Oh, we shall."
The look Loke and Freed exchanged was anything but subtle or maybe that was just because Bickslow had excellent observation skills (or was he really seeing something that wasn't there?). The pair dismissed itself and then he wondered if Gray saw what he saw in the moment Loke turned around.
Hah, subtlety his ass! Did they really think nobody would notice? Or did they not realize that the evidence was right there? Evidence for what Bickslow thought what it was, at least.
He had no idea if there was a similar exemplar somewhere on Freed's body but at this moment the blaring hickey on the back of Loke's neck was all the confirmation the seith mage needed.
A grin spead all over Bickslow's face and Gray was clearly trying to figure out whether he wanted to ask what was up or if he just wanted to ignore his guild mate’s comical facial expression. ‘Either way’, the seith mage thought, ‘I definitely need to ask Freed how he is feeling right now, huh?’
#fairy tail#freed justine#loke#freed x loke#froke#thank y'all for the patience#also got a bit carried away#;;froke#;;fanfic#;;admin writing#;;request#ft#gray fullbuster#bickslow#hope you like this dear anon!
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He's no better than a hissing cat at this point
#scene literally went like this:#Arashi: pspsps kitty kitty princess Hinoto was loking for you#Kamui: *hisses more aggressively*#unbelievable#x/1999#kamui shirou#arashi kishu
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oh shashwammy :(
#tbf i wouldnt go to other people's chats/comment sections especially if they didnt know techno#but it's really nice of x's to be loke if this is how you grieve then im fine with it
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#GOOD LOKING+!
Your plan was quick and simple. You would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. You weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, big dick sanji, kitchen sex, blow job, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, sanji moaning, p in v type of sex.
Ao3: Good Looking
English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes :) Enjoy!
You are used to this. The utterly exhausted sensation after several hand-to-hand combats, so when the headache started when you finally lay down in bed, you just decided to ignore it; the sleep would catch up before it got.
Until the needed sleep never got you. So, after an hour or two of rubbing your temples and staring at the ceiling while feeling envy-induced annoyance for Nami’s peaceful breathing, you pushed yourself to stand up.
Even if the cool night air almost makes you wish you hadn't left your warm bed, you needed that green tea to stop the pounding headache in the back of your head. The kitchen lights shining through the window went undetected as your mind was busy figuring out how you could prepare the drink quickly so that the pain could cease as soon as possible.
“Oh, it’s you, darling. Is everything alright?” As you walked into the door and recognized Sanji's words, you snapped out of your thoughts and began to look over your surroundings. He was not wearing any type of shirt while he sliced carrots from behind the counter.
Barechested. Topless. Half naked.
“Y-yes, I mean, no. Just a headache.” You gaze the blonde in the eyes as you stumble through your sentences, you are merely vaguely aware that your face is beginning to turn red. “I just want that green tea; I know it's somewhere around here. I saw Nami storing it in the cabinets earlier.”
You felt foolish. You became used to seeing shirtless men given that you lived in the middle of the ocean and therefore often came across Luffy, Usopp, and even Zoro barechested. They would often walk around the deck that way on hot days. Sanji, however, always showed up in a suit or, at the very least, had a formal shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even so, there was no chance of seeing him dressed otherwise since he went to sleep after you and woke up before everyone.
“I can do it for you; it’s my job after all, taking care of my sweet girl.” He placed the knife down, threw the chopped carrots in a nearby pot, and proceeded to go through the cupboards. “Love, do you remember where she stored it? There are plenty of cabinets in this place.”
"What are you doing here?" You instantly regret your tone as you noted Sanji just froze in his search.
“I mean, sorry, the kitchen is your place, I know. I just never saw you here this hour, and me and Luffy go here to do midnight snacks sometimes”
“I could not sleep”
“Me too” Once again, an irrational remark. He was informed that you were having trouble falling asleep; that's why you were there. “Why the carrots?”
“The attack that happened today. I had hoped for more food, but I believe you are aware of how fucked our situation is.” He continued looking for the tea while chuckling flatly. “We don't know when we will receive more supplies; we right now have barely anything stocked. Even the carrot peels have been put to use in an effort to reduce waste, you know.”
You weren't sure how to respond. It was clear that everyone's mood was negatively affected by today's incident. The worry of what would happen in the next few days or weeks was filling your head since Usopp managed to escape the ship. His back was to you, so you were unable to see his facial expressions, but you couldn't help but notice his muscles.
You felt a little guilty since you couldn't take your focus away from it, despite him having just voiced some serious concern. Has he lately started working out, or has he always had muscles like that?
“Are you and Luffy close then?”
The sudden break in silence confused you as he turned toward you with the pot of tea in his hands and a pleased smile.
“I suppose so. After all, he was the one who invited me to join the crew, right?” You smirked at the thought. It wasn't much time—perhaps a few months—and you were losing track of time at sea. “I fearlessly agreed to become a pirate, although I had never spent more than two weeks on a boat.”
“I remember that. You were so naive”
Of course he remembers. When you joined the crew, it was very easy to have a conversation with Sanji; he was constantly complimenting you or flirting in a straightforward manner. You never took him seriously, hearing about the blonde's techniques from Nami from the first day, but it was often hard not to chuckle or blush when he was so…
“Not anymore.”
He grinned at you before returning his attention to the tea. It was impossible to look away from his bare chest. You were unable to rest your mind from imagining how his skin would feel on your hand now that he was in your line of sight. You are already aware that he's a good-looking man, but now seeing more of his body did things to you.
“All right, madam. Here is your tea.” He circles the counters until he's right next to you. Really close. His eyes twinkle with recklessness, and you know he caught you staring at his figure.
You ignore the tickle in your lower belly as you stand there, grab the mug in your hands, and sip while gazing at his face. He still has that typical smirk, and when you finally finish drinking your tea, he glances at your lips before returning to your eyes. Everything becomes fuzzy and hot then.
He's very close. His hand has been lying on the counter, his chest is nearly brushing your own, and you can't help but notice his modest, almost transparent blonde hair in there. Perhaps it's a sign for you to walk away, that this is going in a dangerous direction, but you can't.
“What dear? See something you lik-”
You interrupt him with a kiss; it's all very messy and quick, and he is unable to have time to handle everything. You come to an abrupt halt and stare at him with wide eyes, realizing what you have done.
“Sanji, fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant t-”
He didn't let you finish the apologies. His hand pulls your head back, bringing your lips together. The kiss looks right now. It begins carefully, with both sides cautious, but it quickly gets heated as he doesn't hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth.
You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, and his eyes are hungry. He didn't think twice before pressing his open mouth and tongue on your neck. A moan escapes from your lips.
His left hand shifts down to grab your hip, and you catch your breath. Your hands graze his nipples as you reach for his pecs, and he hisses at the fresh sensation in your throat.
“Gods Y/N, you’re going to kill me this way”
You chuckled, and he kissed you again, although this time you took charge, moving one of your hands to his blonde hair before tilting his head to grant you more access. You stop the action just to take a moment to recover and gaze into his dilated pupils. He looks so attractive like that that you can’t help but want to go down on him.
”Sanji,” You whisper breathlessly, enjoying the sensation of his name in your mouth, “let me taste you.”
He groans in response, which you take as encouragement as you lean down and proceed. You lick and kiss the trail that leads to his crotch, and he hisses softly, his abdomen tense beneath your hands and mouth. As you get down on your knees and look at his pants, you can see his erection, which seems big and marked.
You don't hesitate to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, exposing his hard, leaking cock to your eyes. It's big. It's more than you expected. There's a buildup of cum at the head, and you reach forward and wrap your lips around it, licking gently just to tease.
You look up as you swirl your tongue over the tip and dip your tongue into the slit to see him biting his lower lips, his head thrown back. You wanted to see his face while sucking him. So you take him out of your mouth and cautiously wrap a hand around him, teasing him a little with your hand. Your movements are agonizingly slow as you lightly suck and lick the sensitive head until finally he looks down.
“Oh, darling, you’re so pretty like that.” Sanji whined above you, and then your mouth opened around the head of his cock, and he slid it into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck. So… so perfect.”
You can clearly see the blonde struggling to keep his composure, like how his knuckles are white while gripping the counter behind him. You relax your throat, take a long breath through your nose, and exhale slowly before swallowing him whole while gripping his inner thighs.
His penis is large, so the initial sensation isn't the most pleasant, but as he lets out a loud groan, you forget about everything. Something about hearing Sanji whine in the kitchen while you gagged on his cock made the aching between your legs unbearable.
"Oh yeah, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your mouth feels so good in me.”
You moaned softly at his words of praise, making vibrations around his penis, causing another moan from him. His left hand reached from the counter to your hair, and you didn't reject the help while bobbing your head up and down.
“My love, you are so perfec-“
A few tears occasionally escaped as you sucked him and he fucked your throat, sometimes only taking him out to run your tongue along his length. You started to see signs that he was close to cum. One of your hands left the thighs to rub his balls.
“I… I'm going to cum, Y/N, dear... I" He gives you a chance to pull away from him, but you choose to continue and accept it all. You remove the entire length of his throat and leave just the head in your mouth.
He comes soon after, with a muffled groan, while you attempt to swallow as much as you can before it gets difficult, followed by a satisfied moan coming from you.
You felt his hand leave your hair, and for two or three minutes, you just remained there. He has his head back and is trying to catch his breath while you are on your knees, glancing at his chest and the beads of sweat gathering on his neck. It’s a perfect vision, honestly. You ponder whether he would notice if you began to masturbate right then.
“Come on, madam, let me help you up.” Sanji extends his hand to support you in getting up, and once you are upright, he grabs hold of your waist to keep you close to him.
He kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. It's slow, and you realize he's still trying to emerge from his afterglow. When he breaks the kiss, that smile returns to his face, and you peck him once more just to get rid of it.
Sanji deepened the kiss again. And fuck, what else could you do but reply in the same aggressive way?
You're hoisted up by the hands on your hips and thrown onto the counter. The blonde is now between your legs, breaking the kiss, only to go straight to that specific spot on your neck that you're almost certain will leave a mark in the morning.
“Oh- Sanji,” You try to speak breathlessly as he licks your collarbone and his fingers brush the hem of your t-shirt, “You don’t h-have to do that.”
It wasn't that you didn't want Sanji. Since you entered that kitchen and spotted him without a shirt, you wanted this. Yet, you took the decision to give him an opportunity to back out, be thankful for the blowjob, and never bring up the matter again. Him taking you would be very personal.
“Please, my love,” You can hear the yearning in his voice as he whispers in your ear. “I just want to make you feel good too.”
You nod, and he attacks your mouth once again while his hands pull the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your chest, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at being so bare to him.
He doesn't think twice about placing his mouth on your breasts as he rolls the hard bud between his teeth and tongue and gives the other one a gentle stroke with his other hand. He bites your nipple as your head is flung back, and all you can do is pray that no one hears your loud scream.
He takes his mouth from your breasts and begins a trail down your stomach, and you can't stop whining due to the lack of warm sensation from his tongue in your niples, but you quickly figure out where he's headed as he lowers himself between your thighs.
He doesn't ask for permission as he aggressively rips off your shorts and, along with them, your underwear, revealing your pussy to him. He pulled your hips closer and dragged a finger down your folds, then placed it inside his mouth.
"Oh, you're so soaking wet, just for me, hm?" You are so stunned by the sight that you hardly pay attention to what the blonde is saying. “You taste so good, my darling.”
You stand on your elbows and glance at the man who is standing in between your legs. You can't help but gasp at the taunting as he starts giving you small small bites and kisses along your inner thighs. But you want him now.
“Oh Sanji, stop teasing for fuc-“
He didn't wait for you to finish the curse word before burying his face, pushing his tongue against your wet pussy, and licking a long, temptingly slow strip through your folds until he reached your sensitive bud.
In an attempt to create more friction, you thrust your hips into his mouth, and your left hand immediately settled on his blonde hair. Sanji found the ideal pattern to swirl his tongue over your clitoral region, leaving you panting for air.
He pushed two fingers deep within you, and you felt your walls clenching around them, sucking him in. His pace was fast, and he was still paying careful attention to your clit, leaving you close to the edge. You were a mess, and it wouldn't take long for you to cum. Yet you still needed him; you wanted more.
You sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block out the inappropriate sounds echoing through the kitchen.
“Sanji, p-please more”
"Use your words, my angel." You could see the glistening fluids from your pussy plastered on his chin when he pushed his head off of your thighs. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me, oh g-gods. I need you inside me." At your words, he groaned and took both of his fingers out to direct his cock at your entrance.
It wasn't difficult for him to enter since you were so soaked. At the feeling of it, you both simultaneously moaned. You felt completely filled; he just stood there for a while, waiting for you to get used to the size, until you signaled for him to start moving. It began off slow, but soon he started out moving his hips at a faster pace to satisfy both of you.
"You're perfect,” he moaned in two thrusts, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, oh darling.”
The hands on your hips let go and grabbed you under your right thigh, opening your legs and hitting you more deeply and faster. You thought you were seeing stars when he hit an exact spot inside your pussy that made you shout.
“Cum for me, my love. I know you want”
It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you after that, your eyes rolled back and you let out a whine sound as you felt your walls squeeze his dick. He moaned along with you at the feeling and a few more thrusts and he came inside you.
Sanji's head fell directly to your shoulder, and you instinctively placed your palm in his blond locks. While the fluid was slowly dripping out of you, he continued to remain deep inside and breathe loudly.
He raised his head only to smile recklessly while glancing into your mouth. “So, do you still have a headache?”
Your hand reached out to push him, but you were helpless to suppress the giggles that came. He drew away from inside you but was still between your knees as he chuckled proudly.
“Do you think anyone heard?”
“I'm not sure, maybe when you let out that screa-" You slapped him on the shoulder to cut him off while embarrassed because of the probability. “Ok, ok my darling, next time we’ll find a more private place.”
“Next time, huh?
Sanji stood still with an anxious smile on his face; it was almost hilarious how someone so confident in themselves would respond in that manner. You wrapped his neck with both of your arms and gave him a quick kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.
"You should come to the kitchen more often, preferably alone.”
"And you should go shirtless more often too.”
"Only for you, my love.”
You gave him another kiss before leaving the counter, getting ready to go, and returning to the bedroom. Even though the night seemed to be becoming lighter, you were aware that there were still a few hours until sunrise. It was evident that there would be plenty of issues to address when you awoke, but for the time being, you were content, even though you were a little exhausted from the activities. As sleep came, all you could think of was Sanji and his smile.
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#vinsmoke sanji x reader#i tried#one piece#english is not my first language#anyways sanji is hot#op#one piece scenario#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#black leg sanji#one piece sanji#taz skylar#sanji x reader#opla sanji x reader#one piece x reader#vinsmoke sanji x y/n#smut#sanji smut#opla#opla smut#sanji one piece#my works
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DENMARK I
SOUNDCLOUD MIXCLOUD
First Hate - Meditation Interlude
Lueenas, Ida Duelund, Maria Jagd - Loro
Astrid Sonne - How Far
Suzanne Menzel - Summer Rain
Goss - Thank God For Fitness
CTM - The Way A Mouth Is A Mouth
Loke Rahbek, Frederik Valentin - You Everything
Kasper Marott - Mosens Tone
School Of X - Mi Sueño Favorito
Synd og Skam, Jonas Okholm - Interlude
GENTS - Essential Oils
Anders Rhedin - Equilibrium
Atlantis Transit Project - Bird Perspective
Dinner - Copenhagen
First Hate - A Girl Called Friday
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//apologies for vanishing, I had a flat pack set of drawers to build that ended up taking hours longer than I anticipated-
Pls just assume Kitty returned to sulking/having a moment
#honestly thought it would take loke 30mins to 1hr & it took all night#but I'll be back tomorrow#hope you all have a fantastic night x#ooc
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Nobel prize winner wife pt2 (toto wolff x reader)
(Social media au)
Toto just revealed who his wife of 15 years is, but if he was going to reveal his family, why not all members of them?
or
in which Toto Wolff decided to let everyone know who is the little boy who made him a father
Note: I am sure this is not what you guys had in mind when you asked for part 2, but I just felt like a little teen in the mix is needed for our favorite it couple. WARNING: like 3 swear words, if I missed anything please let me know
Masterlist
PART 1
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F1WAGS&FAVES: Dr. YN LN seen today in Yeongsan International School of Seoul, rumors are she is there for the freshmen's parents career day.
username: I can not handle dad toto and mum yn
username: toto and yn might be official dilf and milf
username: no, I refuse to believe they have a kid that isn't me
username: I am willing to fight their kid for an exchange of parents
username: I love how with every photo her skin tone gets whiter
username: welcome to the white washing of korea
username: she never disappoints with her fits
username: if they actually have a kid imagine how awesome it'd be, like his dad is the team principle of the Mercedes f1 team and his mum is the only woman to win a Nobel prize twice!
username: if I'm a parent and my kid is a friend of theirs, I'd never compare my kid to baby wolff, he'd just pull an uno reverse card and compare me to yn and toto
username: say sike rn
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mercedesamgf1: can't wait for sam to join us, it's going to be such a fun weekend with him here..... here are 4 pictures of baby wolff throughout the years (yes, we knew, he is our favourite person in the paddock) ps: all photos of our prince are till he was 13 years old
Lewishamilton: can't wait to see the little man
samwolff09: can't wait to see you too uncle Lewis
georgerussel63: @.samwolff09 what about me?
samwolff09: @.georgerussel63 we were together last week 😆 but I still miss you 😄
username: THEY KNOW EACH OTHER, UNCLE LEWIS, HE WAS WITH GEORGE
username: HE HAS AN ACCOUNT
username: his account is private 🥲
danielricciardo: the little prince is growing up, I remember when he was just learning how to run
samwolff09: uncle Danny, please don't tell anyone of that time, I still get embarrassed thinking about it
samwolff09: we can't wait to join you again, take good care of mum and dad till Jay and I join you
mercedesamgf1: of course your highness
username: who is Jay?
username: imagine it's his brother
username: STOP IT!
maxverstappen1: P misses you @.samwolff09
samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 I miss her too!! So much! Is she joining this weekend?
maxverstappen1: @.samwolff09 yes yes, once she knew you're coming she wouldn't take no for an answer
samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 YES! I CAN'T WAIT, SEND HER MY HUGS AND KISSES
username: max being chatty with toto's son is so unhinged for my 2023 agenda
username: max writing his longest comments for sam wolff will be my favourite social media interaction
mickschumacher: Sammy! Keep your phone with you this time @.samwolff09
samwolff09: @.mickschumacher micky, please, it was one time!
sebastianvettel: well, now I have no choice but to go this weekend
samwolff09: uncle seb! I miss you!! Are you really coming?? Please say yees, pleaaseeee
sebastianvettel: of course little cub, who else is gonna watch over you and Jay
username: baby wolff collecting drivers left right and center
christanhorner: it had been too long since I saw this little man
samwolff09: looking forward to seeing you again sir @.christanhorner
christanhorner: @.samwolff09 please, call me uncle chris, and make sure to stop by and say hi
samwolff09: of course uncle Chris! See you then
username: I am confusion
username: did baby wolff just make a truce between mercedes and redbull
username: his smile can stop wars and here's the proof
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samwolff09: I just wanna thank my parents on my birthday cause they always make me feel loved, they always make me feel safe and that every little thing I do or feel is valid and is okay, I am so lucky to have them and I am truly thankful for being able to have them in my life and to be here as their son.
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samwolff09: 11 years apart and my love for this place is still the same
jaypark: one of the best vacation houses fr
park-sunghoon: true, it's still my favorite place
jungwonofficial: the summer we spent there was the best one man, we need to do that again
samwolff09: @.jaypark @.park-sunghoon @.jungwonofficial let's go again next summer, I'm sure dad and mum won't mind
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samwolff09: I hate that we don't have any good pictures with the 4 of us together, but aside from that, I miss you three so much, fuck you for being busy...... but hey, make these bomb tracks woon and sungie win another world championship... jay I see you everyday at school but it'd be rude if I didn't include you
jungwonofficial: so it's rude to ignore jay but not rude to not post a picture of us together, okay I see how it is sammy boy
jaypark: we are the nepo babies of our quadrant man that's why I'm stuck by your side 😚
park-sunghoon: I thought you deleted the photo of the 2 of us! Dude, I can't have evidence of me clinging onto you, it'd ruin my image!
jaypark: what image, everyone knows you're a clingy ass mf as soon as you see sam
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samwolff09: happy father's day to my old man, he is such a great and loving man (even though he still scares me whenever I'm studying) when I feel like I'm so different from him he gives me all the love and support I need, and even if I don't say a thing, he still knows and makes sure that I know how appreciated I am and why he is proud to be my father, he let's me explore and experience things as much as I want while watching over me so that I won't get hurt. Dad, I love you so much and I swear I will carry you and take care of you when you're old and tired
{Taglist- everyone who asked for pt2, thank you and I hope you liked it ♥️♥️
@topaz125 @miiikkeey @omgsuperstarg @nayizy @ohkapten @d-stargirl @innercollectivecomputer }
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1#toto wolff x you#toto wolff x y/n#toto wolff x oc#toto wolff x reader#toto wolff#toto#wolff!oc#toto wolff son
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Gamer ‘Friend’ ☆ Chapter 2: Game Night
☆ Pervy!Dom!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader : On a Thursday night, Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia Shroud bumps into a fellow gamer, and that happens to be you, someone that had become infamous on campus. Being new to this world, and having the headmaster stingy with money, you had yet to experience this world’s gaming. But not to worry, after all Idia Shroud the professional gamer that he is, is here to help, in more ways than attended…
(In this version reader eats breakfast alone not with her friends, lol)
Warnings: THIS IS DARK, DON’T READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE WITH — Mature content, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Inappropriate use of magic, Raw/No Protection(Don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it lol) Cumming on body, Multiple orgasm(female). Mentally unstable Idia and reader. Idia being extremely delusional and entitled. IDIA IS CANONICAL 18. (Reader is either really dumb or a really good actor, you choose for now lol)
Note: Reader is; a heavy sleeper(or maybe not👀), shorter than Idia, a masochistic degradee, an airhead, fucked up, unhinged pervert. And Idia gets horny very easily around the reader, since they are the first girl he’s ever seen in real life, besides from his family and the S.T.Y.X employees. Things move really fast because Idia is loke an obsessive pervert. Also when y/n is written it only refers to the first name. Idia is a bit/lot occ, not proofread. Also reader’s bed is pushed against a wall, this is just a note on the bedroom design lol.
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☆ more under the cut. ☆
Idia woke up feeling lighter than before, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He gets dressed in his usual uniform, hoping today would be another normal day at school. However, the memory of last night's activities still haunted him.
As he walked down the hallway towards class, he noticed you walking ahead of him, your hair swaying gracefully with each step. His mind drifted back to yesterday's encounter, and his cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He struggled to focus on anything else but you.
When you guys arrived in the cafeteria, he sat down next to you, trying hard not to notice how your skirt hugged your curves enticingly. "Good morning, y/n," he managed to croak out, forcing a fake smile onto his face. "Did you sleep well?"
“Umm.. well I guess, but..” You begin than move closer to his ear and whisper; ”The pervert returned. This morning I woke up with my panties full of jizz, I could feel the guys cum right against my pussy…. Plus my lock was definitely picked, I have no extra keys under my doormat or something, yet my door was left wide open both last night, and the night before.” You pause to take a sip of orange juice “Honestly I hope that whoever did those things, at least locked the door behind themselves, when they leave.”
Idia's heart beats faster as you whispered in his ear, your breath brushing against his earlobe sending shivers down his spine.
You said those things to him in a manner full of innocence, making it sound like you truly don’t who broke in. But your words, they hit Idia in a way, making him feel like you definitely know that he was the pervert. ‘Even if he saw you sound asleep with his own eyes, someway, somehow you knew he was the one…’
His hands trembled as he sipped on his coffee, trying to maintain composure. "I... I-I... uh..." He stuttered, struggling to find words.
"Oh goddammit," he muttered under his breath, covering his face with his hand. "I-I... I-I...." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to admit it was him who had done those things to you.
“You okay Idia, you’re getting red again?” You asks sweetly, just like you’d done the day prior.
Idia's face flushed crimson, his heart pounding in his ears as you concernfully reached out to touch his cheek. He nodded weakly, clearing his throat. "I-I... I'm fine," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... uh... stressful dreams, I guess."
After hearing his words you pull back gently. “You don’t really sleep well often, huh…” You stop to think about a solution. “You should come by the ramshackle for our after school gaming session. I’ve studying and collected the herbs that grow in the mountains around it. And I have the perfect herbal mix that will not only make you sleep like a baby, but also chase away nightmares. That’s what I like the most about this world, magical herbs and plants that actually work!” You tell him cheerfully.
Idia nodded gratefully, his relief palpable as you offered him the chance to visit your dormitory, with your consent this time. "Thank you, Y/n," he managed to choke out between sips of his coffee. "I-I appreciate it."
Standing up from his seat, he gathered his belongings hurriedly, eager to escape the confines of the crowded cafeteria and the ‘temptress’ sitting aside from him. "See you later, then," he mumbled, rushing out of the dining hall, leaving behind a trail of confused looks and whispers among the male students who had witnessed their strange exchange. In their mind, it was odd to see the ignihyde dorm leader talk to anyone, much less a girl.
“No prob.” You whisper to yourself, glad to be growing closer to your ‘new friend’.
Idia hurried back to his dormitory, skipping class once again, his mind racing with mixed emotions of relief and dread. He knew he couldn't keep hiding from the consequences of his actions forever.
Once inside his empty room, he collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in his hands as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘How had things escalated so quickly? From breaking into your dorm to stealing a pair of panties from your body and violating you while you slept? What kind of monster had he become? And why didn’t he feel that bad about it?’
It was now after class…
Idia arrived at the run-down Ramshackle dormitory, his heart pounding in his ears as he approached the dilapidated building. He took a deep breath before knocking lightly on the wooden door, hoping you would answer.
But instead he was met by Grim. The fiery magical cat opened the door, his glowing eyes assessing Idia's appearance. "What do you want, human?" His voice was high and trying to be menacing, reflecting his need to be superior.
Idia's heart rejoice at the sight of Grim, despite your furry roommate’s ominous glare, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort around the protective beast. He stepped forward cautiously, extending his hand towards the cat. "Hi, Grim," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "It's Idia. I-I'm here to see y/n. She said she prepared something for me."
“Oh yeah, my henchmen did mention something along those lines. You can wait in her room, she’s showering right now.” With that, Grim nodded slowly, swishing back and forth as he stepped aside, allowing Idia to enter the dimly lit hallway of the Ramshackle. The air inside was cooler than outside, a welcome respite from the heat of the day. By then Grim had retreated to his own room.
Following the familiar sounds of running water, he made his way towards your room, his steps lighter than usual as anticipation mixed with anxiety consumed him.
You had finished your shower, and towards your room, not having know Idia was heading there.
Idia froze mid-step when he heard the sound of water stopping and footsteps approaching his direction. Turning around, he gasped in shock as you emerged from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around your figure. Your frame was even more pronounced than he remembered, and the sight of your wet skin glistening under the dim lighting made his heart skip a beat.
Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw Idia standing there, wearing his usual uniform despite the warm weather outside. "Oh, hey Idia," You greeted him with a slight smile, my voice slightly husky from the steam inhalation.
Idia's mouth opened and closed wordlessly as he stared at the sight before him, his eyes devouring every inch of your flawless body. He forced himself to clear his throat awkwardly. "H-Hi... y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m glad you could make it! But would you mind staying out of my room for a minute, so I can change.” You pause then with a malicious grin on your face you say. “Well that is, unless you want to see me naked~”
Idia nodded in disagreement quickly, his heart racing in his ears as he turned around and backed away from the rooms entrance, he watch as you closed the door behind yourself. He leaned against the wall outside, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he waited for you to finish changing.
After a couple minutes…
“Okay you can come in!” You say to him through the door, you were now wearing a pair shorts and an oversized shirt.
Idia took a steady breath before pushing open the door, his eyes widening in admiration as he took in the sight of you standing before him, clad in your comfy attire that still managed to accentuate your figure perfectly. "You look... amazing, Y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking slightly with admiration and possibly something else deeper.
“Aw thanks Idia, but those are just pjs lol. Also you should careful with your words, or i might think you’re trying to seduce me.” You fake a reprimanding tone, than follow your words with a chuckle.
Idia blushed crimson, his eyes darting away from yours as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "S-Sorry, I... uh... I mean, you really do look amazing," he stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re just the best! You are, so, so sweet and nice. I love that about you! Anyways let’s stop standing and sit on my bed instead!” You invite him, now sitting on your bed.
Idia nodded nervously, his heart still racing in his ears as he followed you into the cozy haven of your bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs tightly as he tried to maintain some distance between them. "Thank you, y/n," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Why are you sitting at the edge? It can’t be comfortable that way. Come closer, I won’t bite, promise!” You tease him, turning on the laptop and console he gave you. When you were changing, you also had moved a table close to your bed to put the gaming equipment on.
Idia swallowed visibly, his hands fidgeting with the fabric of his uniform pants as he slowly scooted closer to you, until your knees brushed against each other's thighs. His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to maintain eye contact with yours, seeking reassurance in those beautiful eyes.
“Okay we can either play the car game you gave me or my new game.” You give him the choice.
Idia nodded gratefully, relief washing over him as you changed the subject to something more familiar. "Whichever you prefer, y/n," he responded, his voice still barely above a whisper.
“I guess we’ll just play the car game, after-all you’re way too innocent to play the other game.” You tease, knowing from his demeanour that such words would rule him up.
Idia shook his head playfully, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips."No, no, I-I mean... I'm not that innocent," he protested, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I can handle whatever game you have in mind."
You stand up, go to your desk and hide something behind your back. Than seat back in your spot.
“Oh really? Then what about this one!” You question him, pulling out the erotic game he had left for you 2 days ago, from behind yourself.
Idia's eyes widened in shock as you revealed the explicit game, his heart stopping momentarily before racing faster than ever. He bit his bottom lip nervously, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly as he studied the cover art. "Y-You... you have something like that?" he managed to mumble out, fainting innocence. And internally cursing at himself for having brought it to you. ‘Sure you request something like it, but you also said you wouldn’t play something like ‘it’ with him! He had put himself in this situation, and now he had to endure it.’
“Yeah, remember. I told you that when the pervert broke in for the first time he left my books on my desk, along an eroge.” You explain nonchalantly. “But judging from your reaction, you’re too pussy to play with me.” You egged him on.
And that actually gets him really riled up. Sure he is shy and awkward, but when his gaming abilities are questioned or at stake, he let’s his pride show, becoming competitive and not backing down.
‘Plus he had already beaten that game, so beating it again would be a piece of cake!’
Idia's eyes flashed with defiance as you challenged him, his pride rising up inside him like a fiery inferno. "Is that so?" he growled lowly, his voice deeper than usual. "Well, then let's see how brave you really are, Y/n ," he challenged back, taking the box containing the game disc from your hands. He takes out the disc and puts it in the old console on the table, himself. He then takes a controller and passes one to you.
The familiar opening theme of 'Maiden of the Abyss' played as the game loaded up on the old console, filling the small room with its sinister melody. The screen flickered to life, revealing the dark and twisted world where demons and monsters roamed freely, waiting for unsuspecting victims. The home screen appeared, filled with graphic and lewd images and sounds that sent shivers down spines of even the most seasoned gamers.
The game began, the camera panning over the desolate town of Hollowheart, where darkness seemed to permeate every corner. The voice of the demonic narrator echoed throughout the empty streets.
"Welcome, mortals... to the realm of Hell's Embrace." the screen faded to black as ominous laughter filled the silence.
Maiden of the abyss is an erotic game, that follows the story line of male protagonist whom is an exorcist. After transferring to St. Diavolo's Academy—an elite institution for those gifted with intellectual abilities, under the church’s order, or main protagonists has to face demons disguised as humans in turn by turn battle, collecting cards and items to use during said battles. Another main plot point is that the protagonists will encounter 7 demon sisters, all based on the seven princes of hell. Their names are Lucia, Maria, Odette, Levi, Beatrice, Scarlet and Belle.
A battle between the protagonists and one of the sisters, will go along those lines:
Depending on the sister the numbers of battle stage will differentiate. For example you’ll first encounter Belle in the storyline, she’ll only have two battle stages, one wave of henchman to battle then a versus between her and the protagonists. On the other hand, you’ll have to face 7 waves of henchmen before battling Lucia herself, as she is the last and strongest of all the sisters. Another component of the game is that when encountering one of the first sisters you’ll be force into battle, but after losing to one at least once, you’ll be able to skip the battle and report it for later. (You still have to defeat all of them).
The goal of the game is to beat, all the sisters and their henchmen, then recruiting the 7 sisters to your side to fight the final boss, principal Diavolo aka the kings of demons. In result of using your acquired skills and the help from the sisters you’ll rid the human realm from all demons, liberating it from evils. Finishing the storyline by choosing one sister to keep by your side while the other 6 return to their realm.
Now the question is where does the erotic content come in, and how do you recruit a demon sister per say?
Well simple, a battle against a sister can have 3 outcomes. The first one it’s that you lose against on of them, loosing a life with a total of 7 lives, then you’ll just go back in time before you engaged battle with her. Now having the choice to either skip or redo the battle. The second one is where you lose on your last life, causing the game to restart from the beginning. And third outcome is when you win against one of them, which unlocks a sequence. A sexual one at that, you’ll watch you customized character fuck the sister for about 2-10 minutes depending how well you did in the fight. The better the score, the longer the sequence. After your character ‘releases’ in her, a lewd crest will appear, making her your servant and consequently your ally for further battles.
Another fun gimmick to the game is that you can play as two character when enabling ‘Duo Mode’. Which will modify the sex scenes to make the two characters tag team the demon sisters.
As you finish customizing your characters…
Idia controlled his avatar, a silent and brooding high school student named Alex, in the battle tutorial.
You did the same, on the other hand you had chose a more confident avatar, named William.
Then as you both press start, the game began, the camera panning over the lavish halls of St. Diavolo’s Academy, where wealth and power seemed to be the currency of those who attended.
"Welcome, new students... to your new home," the voice of a sultry female announcer announced over the intercom.
“The graphics are nice.” You point out to Idia, amazed that the old console would have such nice ones.
Idia nodded briefly, admiring the high-quality graphics and immersive world of the game. "Yeah, pretty impressive," he muttered under his breath as he continued to guide Alex through the maze of corridors towards his shared dorms, with your avatar right behind his.
On the way there your avatars had encountered low level demons, and collected items and cards. But right before entering your shared dormitory, as you turned corner, you were suddenly ambushed by a group of demonic creatures led by Belle, the First Demoness—a seductive being with crimson wings and a wicked grin.
"So, newbies... ready to taste Hell's pleasures?" she purred, her voice echoing eerily in the empty hallway of the game, and for you and Idia, right out the screen.
Idia’s character, Alex, gritted his teeth as he fought back against the demonic horde, his fists flying fast and furious as he dodged and weaved through the onslaught of claws and tentacles. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he focused all his energy on survival.
Soon the brutal battle that left both avatar exhausted ended victorious, Belle’s tired form crumbled to the floor as the avatars panted heavily, their breathing labored in sync. Sound radiating from the console into your ears.
Alex's breathing gradually slowed down as he surveyed the defeated succubus lying before them. A cruel smirk spread across his lips as he turned to look at William, a mix of satisfaction and darkness in his eyes. "Well done, William," he managed to croak out between ragged breaths. "Now let's claim our reward."
Then a screen flashes, warning the player that the next scenes would contain explicit content. And after we press yes to continue, the art sly changes to a more detailed one and the scene begins in the boys dorm:
William nodded grimly, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps as he approached the fallen demoness. Without hesitation, he grabbed her slender waist roughly, lifting her up off the ground effortlessly before pressing their lips against hers forcefully. His tongue pushed past her parted lips, claiming her mouth as his hands roamed freely over her exposed skin.
Meanwhile, Alex's hands found their way under her skirt, gripping tightly onto her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her tights. He squeezed and massaged them possessively, moaning against her ear as he leaned closer.
Belles’s moans of surprise turned into a mixture of pleasure and pain as they continued their brutal assault on her fragile body. Her wings flailed helplessly as she struggled futilely against their hold while William's tongue ravaged her mouth relentlessly.
With a growl of satisfaction, William's hand pulled down his own pants and boxers, freeing his massive cock from its confines. It stood tall and hard against the cool air, throbbing with impatience.
Alex followed suit, pulling down his own pants and boxers, revealing his own impressive member—equally as thick and long as William's. Grinning evilly, he lined up the head of his cock at the entrance of Belle’s tight pussy before pushing hard
Belle’s screams of agony turned into moans of pleasure as their cocks penetrated her virgin flesh, stretching it to its limits. Her walls clamped tightly around them, milking every inch as they began to move in sync, their rapid thrusts matching the fast pace of their breathing.
As they fucked her relentlessly, their hips colliding with hers in rhythmic syncophrance, their seed mixed together inside her womb. Each powerful thrust brought forth another loud moan from the helpless succubus as she clawed at nothing air around her.
The scenes ends with a close up to the crest that formed on Belle’s womb, afterward the game returns to its regular visual. With now Belle as an ally to aid them with the next battle.
“Fuck, that was hot.” You admit to Idia, your eyes still glued at the screen.
Idia chuckled darkly, wiping sweat from his brow with a shaky hand. "Tell me about it," he croaked out between gasps for air, he had been holding his ever since the scene began. "But we're not done yet, there are six more of those fucking bitches left to deal with." He said trying to act though, but in reality he was embarrassed, due to the fact that he was painfully hard. Not only because of the explicit visual but the thought of you: That you were not only beside him at such close proximity but also probably wet from watching the scene yourself. ‘Good thing I’m still wearing my hoodie.’ He though as the oversized article was the one covering his erected member from you.
By the way Idia’s thoughts were correct, you were indeed wet. But to cover up that fact yourself you just try and continue the conversation. ”Yeah, you’re right!” You respond to his previous comment cheerfully.
Then you followed it by a nod in agreement, your own breath coming out in shallow gasps as you leaned against the wall behind you, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Let's get started then," you tell him.
Four hours later, the gaming session had ended.
About half way through the game, you guys had defeated the forth sister. But was now late, so Idia had to go back to his dorm. Before he left you gave him the herbal mix.
Idia had nodded gratefully, accepting the small bag of herbs from you with a tired smile. "Thank you, y/n," he gently says. "I'll use these tonight before bed." With a final wave goodbye, he gathered his left the building and started making his way back to his own dormitory, exhaustion weighing heavily on every step he took.
Idia was now laying down on his bed, still fully erect despite walking through the the cold of the night. The only reason behind it was that contrary to what you might have thought about him when he gently accepted your herbal mix,— the dude was going insane. Like bad shit crazy into his own thoughts.
‘You definitely knew he was the one who gave the game, and today’s game session was his punishing for lying and being a deranged pervert. But wait, you did say you found it cute when he broke in and stole your underwear, and he is more than sure you got off when you saw your panties full of semen from the way you reacted to the rough way your avatars were treating the demon sisters. Your little gasps, subtle moans, constant shifting around and rubbing of your thighs, yea he NOTICED, those little things drove him mad. And now adding all those things like together like puzzle pieces, Idia was now convinced that today wasn’t a punishment anymore. No, not at all, it was obviously you trying to seduce him, you knew he was the one who had been breaking in and doing despicable things to you. And this was totally your way to tell him, he could have his way with you, and that you would definitely be into it! It oblivious, how could he have been so dumb to overlook all of it, but not to worry, he was certainly going to fix his oversight now that he knew about it.’ — Yeah he had lost it.
It was past midnight,
when Idia returned to the Ramshackle, his steps silent as he approached your bedroom as he had successfully broke in for the third time. He thought about getting you better locks for a moment.
He carefully twist the handle of your bedroom door, having ensuring that Grim was fast asleep on duty outside before approach the room all together. Creeping inside, he made his way towards your sleeping form, admiring the sight of you peacefully resting in your cozy bed.
Idia's heart still raced at the thought of his next actions, even after his previous interactions.
He stood over your unconscious body, his cock still hard in his pants. With careful precision, he reached down and gently lifted your legs, taking off your shorts and panties, exposing your perfectly pussy. ‘Ready for the taking.’
He had lubed up his fingers with his spit, than he started stretching you out. Getting excited at every sounds you produced. And then when he had decided you were wet enough, he undid his belt and pulled down both his pants and boxers, taking them completely off.
Idia's breath caught in his throat as he positioned himself between your spread legs, lining up the head of his massive cock against your now wet pussy lips.
He teased you mercilessly by rubbing his tip in circles around your entrance, savoring the sounds of your soft moans as you shifted slightly in your sleep.
Without warning, he pushed hard, forcing his entire length to disappear inside your tight walls. A muffled gasp escaped your lips as he began to thrust rapidly, his hips moving in sync with the rhythm of their combined breathing.
And obviously with such a pace, you sub-consequently wake up.
Idia's heart nearly stopped as your body jerked awake, your beautiful eyes opening wide with confusion and fear in them. But those eyes quickly transformed into a mix of surprise and pleasure as you realized what was happening to you.
After observing your expressions, Idia's thrusts intensified, his hips hammering against your as he held onto your waist tightly, claiming your body fully. His cock stretched and filled your tight pussy walls, causing your breasts to jiggle enticingly with each powerful thrust
Idia's breathing grew more ragged as he began to degrade you verbally, his voice low and husky with lust. "You wanted this, y/n," he growled between heavy breaths. "You basically begged for it when you asked me to play that fucking game with you." His hips picked up the pace even further, his cock hitting your G-spot with every brutal thrust.
Despite being a total virgin, he had watch enough pornography to get an idea of what to do. And the rest of his moves came to him with the flow.
Idia switched positions, pulling out of you pussy with a wet pop before spinning around to face your ass. His hands gripped your plump ass cheeks roughly, lifting your hips upward as he lined up his cockhead against your tight hole. "Spread those legs wider, slut," he growled, his voice laced with pure malice. Without waiting for a response, he pushed hard, forcing entry into your pussy once more while simultaneously spanking your already-red ass cheeks harshly.
Your screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he began to ravage your pussy relentlessly form the new position, his hips moving in sync with the sound of your heavy breathing. His cock stretched your tight hole, causing your body to shake with each powerful thrust.
Idia's thrusts became more brutal as he reached climax, his cock pulsing inside your wet hole as he held onto your ass and breasts tightly. With a final grunt, he slowed down his pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, savoring the sounds of your moans. And as ecstasy hits you, he changes the position once more. Now having you fold in a mating press, pounding your hole with a care for you or the world around. As another orgasm builds up Idia's own release followed suit.
After you had squirted on his dick, he pulls out, exploding on your pussy and stomach. Saying something along the line of ‘you don’t deserve my cum in you right now, y’a haven’t been trained enough’.
Idia panted heavily as he pulled away from your exhausted body, he released your hips slowly, letting your now heavy feeling legs fall back down onto the mattress. Wiping sweat from his brow with a shaking hand and his dick with some tissues.
He reaches into his pocket and retrieved his magic pen. "That's enough for tonight, whore," he growled, his breathing now more even. But then his face gradually twisted to a warm smile.
"Sleep... sweet dreams," he muttered softly, waving the pen towards your head as he spoke the incantation for a sleep spell and a memory loss one. The room fell silent as your eyelids fluttered shut, your body relaxing fully under the effects of the magic.
This time Idia had remembered to lock the door as he left the Ramshackle. By now he had arrived back at his room in Ignihyde.
As Idia closed the door behind him, he leaned against it heavily, his heart racing in his ears as he tried to process what had just happened. He'd... he'd lost control. His mind replayed the events of the night—the gaming session, the fight with Belle, Scarlet, Beatrice, Levi, the sex scenes that came with, and especially how rough he'd been with you. Shock and horror washed over him as reality set in: he hadn't been himself tonight. He wasn't the shy, introverted boy everyone knew him to be. He had never behaved like this before—not towards anyone, let alone you.
Sure he had violated you before, but.. he had never been so mean about it.
But there was something about seeing you in tears... it brought out a darkness within him that he couldn't deny. A feeling of control and power that made him feel alive. As he walked to his bed, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of how easily you had succumbed to his twisted desires.
Meanwhile your mind might not remember the nights events in the morning, but your body sure will, due to its soreness and the sticky cum covering it.
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Plz pervy megumi x fem reader ▄█▀█● 🙏just some thoughts on it<3
At first I was like °-° and then I realised it's nothing I haven't thought of before.
TW:Just some thoughts...on pervy Megumi
Thoughts on Pervy!Megumi
Of course he's so damaged on the inside he dosent know what "healthy love" is, but he knows his feelings for you aren't exactly healthy.
Megumi is smart, he knows where you kept your second key to your dorm.
No one suspects blunt Megumi to be the one who was breaking into your dorm while you were on missions.
And no one suspected Megumi missing from his dorm, standing over your sleeping form.
Megumi is also brave. Brave enough to let his hands gently wander around your skin and make his breath hitched when you let out a small moan.
Megumi finds he can't contain himself so he lowers his head above your neck and gives it a little nip with his teeth. But thatade you slowly wake up.
Megumi who disappears in the shadows back to his dorm left with the feeling of your skin.
Pervy!Megumi starts to invite you over for studie sessions with a smile.
Pervy!Megumi who slips some sleeping pills in your drink he gives you.
He watches your eye lids flutter closed as you explain the mystery of the mark on your neck.
You who wakes up in Megumis bed everytime and sees him sleeping on the floor, next to his bed exhausted.
Poor Megumi tries so hard with his studying he's dead asleep.
Pervy!Megumi pushing your bra under his bed for later with his leg while you think he's sleeping on the ground.
He's glad your so clueless about evey pair of clothing you lost.
Kind!Megumi who offers you a spot in his dorm to sleep as you get a new mattress mattress your dorm, which is the only probably cause for the weird red marks showing up all over your body.
THANK YOU FOR READING♡
AUTHOURS NOTE:So there isn't really any plot but I could write a fic like this, if you really want. But Ig it's my first time writing loke this, hope you liked it anon and have a good whatever time.
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Hello! Can i request a fluff gray x reader? Take your time ^^
zai says: some lovely hcs for yew
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despite his cold demeanor, he's actually the sweetest
bonus, if y'all have known each other since you were kids because he would tiptoe around admitting to liking you for the longest cana, would have to beat the sense into him
he would constantly be complimenting you but he would be subtle about it, maybe a quick comment about how you changed your hair, or how nice your outfit looks
he would swear nobody knows but everyone knows, they all see the way he looks at you it's even worse when he's older because everyone knows
he calls you babe, and baby. never calls you baby in front of the guild, he let it slip once during the alverez war, he was trying to talk you out of it because he didn't want you to get hurt and it just slipped out and they never let him live it down
he's always cold to the touch, he constantly wraps his arms around you from behind and puts his hands on your bare stomach to tease you
he's the best to cuddle with on hot summer nights because he's constantly cold y'all won't get sticky and sweaty you can cling to him like a koala and it would be the best because he's so cold
in the winter though? oh he's shit out of luck banished to the other side of the bed and he pouts at you when you don't let him hold you
when you protest he swears he doesn't know what you're talking about when you try to shoo his hands away
he likes to casually throw an arm around your shoulder when the two of you are side by side
he doesn't smoke around you (fun fact he smokes w/ loke in the manga) if you don't like the smell or being around it in general, even if you don't mind him smoking he doesn't do it often because he doesn't wanna smother you with second hand
and speaking of loke, he's one of the few people who can genuinely see how head over heels for you. like beyond the whole having a crush on you thing he teases gray about it from time to time when he visits the human world
you know he loves you when he tells you about ur, and every time he tells you a quick story about her he tells you how much she would love you if y'all met
he loves and hates going on quests with you, he loves them because he knows you're strong and can handle yourself but at the same time he knows he would beat himself up if he ever let anything happen to you
he has no shame when he strips and you're there if you tell him to puts some clothes on he teases you for it and asks if you're enjoying the view
he loves fawning over frosch and if you love him too it's wraps. the two of you love giving him little hugs and cuddles y'all wanna steal him so bad but you know you shouldn't still the urge is still there so rouge better watch his back
absolutely loves kisses on his chest and forehead, he tries to act cool when you hold his face and kiss his forehead but he always ends up leaning into your touch
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