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sanjisboyfie · 2 months

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choso's boyfriend meeting little brother yuji!

requested muahhh

modern au! pairing is obbbvvsss choso x male reader <333

-> i actually also don't care if you think choso is out of character ebcause this is how i perceive him and hwo i perceive him is the actual correct way because i am actually gege <333!! + very much fluffy a lot of fluff, i think this is a very cute thing ive written for the public to read

choso was sweating bullets. the collar of the shirt he was wearing suddenly felt as if it was suffocating him and choking him out. his palms were sweating profusely and the grip he had on the steering wheel was almost slipping beneath him. his usual pale complexion had turned red and it wasn’t clear if it was because he was flustered, nervous, or feeling sickly…maybe it was all three.

now, what would prompt such a reaction from a man like choso? usually calm, collected, and responsible choso. the answer was his boyfriend and little brother were finally going to meet. his baby brother yuji, who meant the absolute world to him, was going to meet the love of his life. okay, granted the two of you had only been dating for seven months, but choso was confident he was the only man for him. he lived and breathed for this man! to think someone as special as his lover is meeting his little brother, who is someone tremendously special to choso…it strikes such an anxiety in him he can’t even explain.

what if the two of you hated each other? what if yuji didn’t approve of him? the boy was still young so what if he didn’t understand why his big brother was dating another boy. god, did choso have to have a really awkward conversation with him?

choso almost pulled over to vomit his nerves out.

but thankfully, he arrived at his beloved’s house and was greeted with his handsome grinning face. the perfect nerve relief for choso. he rushed out of his driver’s side, going over to the passenger side and greeting him with a firm kiss.

instantly, the action was reciprocated and the two were standing there practically making out for a good minute. [name] finally pulled away, softly tapping choso’s cheek and grinning ear to ear, “are you excited? i can’t wait to meet lil yuji, aw, he’s just so cute in all the photos you’ve showed me,”

choso can only weakly chuckle, not wanting to kill [name]’s excitement with his nerves. instead, he just silently opens the passenger door and gently closes it once his boyfriend is secure inside. once they’re both sat down, choso’s hand instinctively reaches for his, squeezing tight as the two begin their drive back to choso’s household.

“he’s just so cute, i can’t wait to pinch his cheeks,” the man beside the brooding choso gushes, looking at photos of yuji on his phone.

“he’s not a baby,” choso weakly laughs, “he’s already five, i don’t think he’d like you pinching his cheeks like some kid,”

“he is a kid, though, an adorable one at that!” the giddy grin on his face eventually infects choso, who can only smile to himself. “what should i talk about with him…i can’t think of much a senior in high school would have in common with a kid that small,”

“just be yourself and he’ll find something to entertain himself and you with, he’s really hyper active like that,” choso advises, shrugging his shoulders to loosen up his nerves, “he really is into his comics nowadays, though,”

[name] hums in interest, scooting over in his seat to be closer to his boyfriend. without warning, he kisses choso’s cheek with a mischievous grin. the reaction is instant, choso’s face bursting red and the car jolting ever so slightly from the pleasant surprise.

“you’re so nervous, baby, everything is going to be fine,” [name] comments, playing with the raven hair at the base of choso’s neck (only making the blush on his face deepen further), “i’m sure me and yuji are going to get along splendidly! don’t think i’m not gonna try impressing him either, i want him to like me.”

“you don’t have to do that…” choso mumbles, feeling incredibly embarrassed and flustered.

“i am going to, though. i know how much he means to you, i won’t mess this up, promise!”

another peck to choso’s cheek has him somewhat relaxing as he holds tightly onto his hand.

“yuji, this is [name], say hello,” choso says, catching his brother that immediately ran to him. he carried him up so that he was resting on his hip, the small child able to see [name] at eye level.

“hi [name]!” yuji excitedly calls out, happy to see a possible friend, “i like your hair!” he confidently compliments, lips stretched in the most adorable grin. it took all of [name]’s self restraint to not pick the kid up and smother him in love and affection.

“thanks, lil man,” [name] grins, “i like yours too, it’s a cool color!”

yuji frowns, shaking his head, “i want my hair to be red, it’d be cooler!!”

“you like red, yuji?”

an adament nod was the only answer he needed. choso breathes a sigh of relief at the fluidity of the conversation, realizing that he probably had nothing to worry about. for the rest of the day, the three never separated. [name] made sure to entertain yuji, exaggerating his reactions to whatever lil yuji said, but it was still endearing and genuine.

“i’ll get us some snacks,” choso says, placing yuji from off his lap and onto the couch cushion near [name]. the older man made sure to watch carefully so yuji didn’t get too close to the edge.

yuji looked at the back of his older brother, waiting until he was out of sight before tugging on the collar of [name]’s shirt. the man was shocked at the sudden action, but before he could say anything a tiny hand covered his mouth.

“shhh!!” yuji loudly shushed, his spit ricocheted onto [name]’s cheek. the man grimaced and wiped it away and made sure to show he was silent when he did. “are you the one aniki has been talking about?” then yuji lowered his voice into a very low whisper, “his booyyfriienndd?”

[name] blinked in surprise, expecting anything but that. before he could deflect the question, knowing choso probably wanted to be the one to formally tell the news to yuji, the pink haired boy placed his hand on his mouth again.

“shhh!! not too loud!” [name] didn’t bother explaining that he didn’t even say anything, only nodded his head, “he’s always talking about a boy, is it you? or no?”

innocent yuji who knew much more than he let on, [name] almost laughed at the revelation.

“aniki thinks i don’t understnad, but since i’m a big boy i’m smart, so i do,” yuji says, a proud grin on his face as he not so subtly complimented himself.

“well, how about this-” yuji loudly shushed [name] again, making the man lower his tone, “sorry. why don’t we ask him when he gets back?”

“hmm, okay,” yuji whispers, looking side to side as if the two were conspiring a big secret plan, “i’ll do the talking,”

“yes, sir,” [name] grinned, saluting yuji, who nodded his head in satisfaction.

“aniki, is [name] your boyfriend?”

the way yuji asked the question made [name] cover his mouth to hold back his laughter, almost keeling over the couch when he saw the look on choso’s face.

“uhm…” choso’s deep voice sounded awkward and uncomfortable, not expecting his little brother to be so aware of something like that. he doubts that his boyfriend would mention it, only because he knows how much he respected his want to tell his own little brother. so to imagine yuji got the idea of what a boyfriend was on his own made choso flustered.

“it’s an easy question,” yuji sighs, looking tired of choso’s hesitance. the kid was not patient by any means and [name] could respect his bluntness.

choso goes to sit next to yuji, making the little kid sit in between the two.

“he is my boyfriend, yuji, and i like him a lot,” choso says slowly, reaching over and grabbing [name]’s hand and offering him a sweet smile. yuji seems unpleased, though, with the way he was now pouting. his chubby arms were crossed over the other.

and he looked like he was very seriously thinking about something.

“but aren’t you supposed to love him?”

now choso was resisting the urge to facepalm and hide his blushing red face. [name] blinked slowly, glancing between choso and yuji with a semi-nervous look on his face. yuji was curiously looking at his older brother, not at all reading the signs that the couple in front of him were very nervous.

“do you not love him, aniki?”

choso sputtered, immediately shouting, “i do love him! i do, yuji,” he tells his brother, then panickily looking at [name]. “i love him a lot…”

yuji clapped, squishing choso’s cheeks together with the pudgy hands and grinning ear to ear, “aniki is in love! he’s gonna get cooties!” he screeches, but there is nothing but excitement and happiness in his voice. choso’s face, that was still squished in between his younger brother’s hands, was burning deep, deep red.

finally deciding to save his boyfriend, [name] picked yuji up by his underarms and placed him on his lap. he scooted into the now empty seat next to choso and covered yuji’s eyes with his hand (almost covering the entire child’s face…).

“i love you, too,” choso flinched at the confession, turning stiff when he felt a pair of lips on top of his own.

yuji began screeching, apparently wanting to see what was behind [name]’s hand and kicking his feet in the air. [name] smiled into the kiss, making choso break out of his stupor and finally kiss back.

“i love you too, choso,” [name] whispered, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away and uncovering his hand from yuji’s face.

choso was unable to converse normally for a couple of minutes, just hiding his face in his hand while the other one was limply holding onto [name]’s under the covers of the blanket.

[name] got them all comfortable for a movie to watch, settling in the middle with yuji cuddling into his side and choso hugging his other.

as yuji began dozing off, feeling tired from doing oh-so much in the day, choso finally turned his body to [name] and sincerely spoke, “i love you so much, thank you for being the best boyfriend ever,”

[name] bit back a grin, pinching choso’s cheek, “oh shut up, i love you more, babe. can’t believe it took your little brother annoying it out of you to finally say it,” he teased, finding the new blush that spread on his face to be adorable.

“i wanted to say it ever since we started dating but didn’t want to scare you,” choso said under his breath, not loud enough for [name] to hear. the h/c haired man turned to him with a pout, tilting his head at what he didn’t hear. but choso just smiled and shook his head, caressing the base of his neck and softly squeezing, “nothing.”

shrugging it off, [name] just snuggled back onto choso’s chest as he continued rubbing up and down yuji’s back.

BONUS : TEEN YUJI INTERACTING WITH CHOSO AND [NAME]

“choso!”

“how dare you call me that?! i am your older brother!”

“cho-so!” yuji emphasized the syllable, putting his hands in the air and waving them around in an exaggerated manner.

“why are you acting like this?!” choso cried out, absolutely infuriated with his little brother’s antics.

“you said i could hang out with [name] after school — guess what, it’s after school! and now what, you suddenly have a date with him?!”

“he’s my boyfriend!?”

“okay, he’s my friend!”

”you didn’t even know him until i started dating him, don’t be a brat, yuji itadori!”

“and now i’m the brat?! what do you think [name] is gonna say when i tell him this?!”

“why are you snitching on me to him?! can’t you be a mature person for once?!”

“you’re the one that’s ignoring me and [name]’s plans! i told you like yesterday!”

“oh my god, i don’t want to hear this right now,” choso said, hans on his hips as he began walking to the front door, “hang out with him another time, yuji, seriously.”

“no way!—”

“why are you guys yelling so loud i can hear you from outside?!”

the door slammed open and choso and yuji stilled in their brawl. yuji was choking out choso from the back while the older brother was desperately trying to smack yuji’s face.

“he’s not letting me hang out with you!”

“he wants to cancel our date!”

[name] blinked, wondering what the hell he just walked into and wondering if he could just walk out and pretend as if he never saw this.

“okay, well…”

“take my side!” the two shouted in unison, making [name] flinch at the sudden yell and rub his forehead in stress.

he began wondering exactly what family did he get himself into.

#jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x male reader #male reader #choso x male reader #choso x reader #choso imagines #male reader imagines #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #choso male reader #jujutsu kaisen male reader #jjk male reader

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bagerfluff · 5 months

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Love and Limps

Harry Potter x Slytherin Male Reader

Prompt - "Why did you help me?"

Harry cursed himself as he limped towards the hospital wing. Harry had accidentally fallen during quidditch practice and now had to limp his way to the hospital wing. It hurt but Harry was able to push through it. For about half of the journey.

Now that he had been walking with his limp for ten minutes it was starting to hurt. “Bloody hell” Harry whispered as he leaned against the wall. “You okay Potter?” Harry looked up at the voice to see Y/n standing a few feet away from him.

Harry sighed as he looked away from Y/n. Y/n L/n the king of slytherin. Harry didn’t feel like getting teased, so he said he was fine and started to walk, or limp, away. But when he was a few feet away, he tripped.

Harry closed his eyes as he waited to hit the floor but he didn’t. Harry looked up to see that Y/n had caught him. “So you're fine?” Y/n asked with a small smile on his face. Harry looked back down at the floor as he blushed. Why did Y/n have to look so good?

Y/n shifted Harry so he was standing up but once Y/n realized that Harry could really stand he picked Harry up. Bridal style. Harry blushed as he wrapped his hands around Y/n’s neck. Harry tried to get down but Y/n just said “just trust me Potter”.

Harry stopped moving after that. Harry thought as Y/n carried him to the hospital wing. Why was Y/n helping him? Y/n was a Slytherin. Slytherins hate Gryffindor's. But when Harry thought about it Y/n never really did anything mean.

He mostly kept to himself. He didn’t join Umbridge. And Harry heard that he refused to torture the first years, Y/n even helped during the war. Maybe Harry was wrong about Slytherin's. The more Harry thought about it, the more he realized that only Malfoy and his goons were mean.

Every other Slytherin was fine, nice even. Harry realized that he was wrong, along with everyone else. Harry wondered how many first year Slytherin's were hated because of what people in the past did.

Harry was so caught up in these thoughts that he didn’t realize that Y/n had placed him on a bed. “Again Potter” Madam Pomfrey said before she left to get a potion for Harry’s leg. Harry expected for Y/n to leave but he stayed.

He was sitting in the chair next to Harry’s bed. “Why did you help me?” Harry asked as he looked over to Y/n. Y/n looked up from the floor and looked at Harry with a face of confusion. “Because you needed help” Y/n answered.

“But why?” Harry asked again. Y/n smirked as he got up from the chair. Y/n then leaned closer to Harry to whisper in his ear. “Because I like you Potter”. Harry blushed as Y/n leaned away from his ear and walked out of the hospital wing.

Once Madam Pomfrey came back with the potion Harry was still blushing. “Here Potter” Pomfrey said and Harry drank the potion. Harry then walked out of the hospital wing but when he got back to the dorms he realized that something was in his pocket.

Harry pulled it out and realized that it was a piece of parchment. Harry unfolded it and blushed when he read it.

Sunday, 10:30, Hogshead. See you there, Potter

Harry smiled once he realized who it was from. Harry entered the dorms with a smile. Already thinking about what he was going to wear.

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libraryoffandomsuniverse · 3 months

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Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband would include:

Masterlist

Okay this is my 3rd time uploading this, because tumblr was being a whiny bitch. This turned out much longer than I expected and I'm already planning on writing more in this au. I combined book and show canon, although I kept the Velaryons as black. I also renamed some of Rhaenyra's children and gave her 1 more.

This is not team green friendly or kind to Alicent. At all. Reader is a petty bitch who adores his wife and whose love language is murdering their enemies in various secret ways.

Warnings include murder, forced infertility (Viserys), Rhaenyra and Reader scheming for the throne.

You're the oldest son of Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon. Greatness is in your blood.

You're proud - how can you not be? You're the oldest son of the Sea Snake and The Queen Who Never Was, the heir to High Tide and the next Lord of Driftmark. You're the second rider of Silverwing, after Queen Alysanne. You are cunning and clever - everything your parents could wish for in a son. You have a lot to be proud of.

After fighting in the Stepstones and being knighted, you emerge as one of the chief candidates for Rhaenyra's hand.

The brothel incident still happens in this au and Rhaenyra still sleeps with Criston.

When your betrothal is announced, you both agree to do your duty. And although you aren't Daemon or Criston, you are still handsome and a warrior. Doing her duty will not be difficult for Rhaenyra.

You quickly fall in love, much to both your surprise. Rhaenyra falls first, your loyalty and ferocity in defending her sneaks past her defences.

You fall harder, her wit and hidden darkness, the type that matches yours, pulls you in. Her soul speaks to yours and feels familiar on some level.

By the time Jacaerys is born, you're incredibly happy and in love with each other.

Your darling boy is quickly followed by Lucerys, Baelon, Aegon, Gaemon and eventually (after a few years) your twin daughters Visenya and Aemma.

Your royal apartments are rarely quiet because of your children. They adore their mother's hugs, love to hang off your shoulders and follow you both around the Red Keep like little ducklings.

Being the best dressed couple in Westeros. Rhaenyra likes it when you match and often coordinates your outfits to do so. Sometimes it's matching her dress to your doublet, other times it's more subtle like you wearing ruby beads in your locs to match the precious stones in her bodice. It makes her feel like you're on a team and she knows you feel the same way, judging from the little smirk and raised eyebrow you give her when you see her and the maids going through your wardrobes.

You and Rhaenyra love to gossip together. It mainly happens in bed after you make love. She tells you the latest rumours her ladies in waiting told her and you reveal the scandals you heard from your manservant and squires.

You encourage her to be more visible to the common folk. You know that if she has their love, then any attempts to usurp her will fail. Your little family becomes regular fixtures in King's Landing as you explore the city and restart Queen Alysanne's charitable ventures. Rhaenyra starts heading sessions for women to raise any issues.

You know it's working when you hear people talking about the Realm's Delight and the Sea Dragon and praising your efforts in improving their lives.

The sight of you both racing your dragons high in the sky is a frequent occurrence. It started as a way to unwind after the small council meetings. As your family grew, your children joined in, strapped into yours or Rhaenyra's saddles. When they grew old enough and their dragons were big enough, they followed you on theirs.

Dividing your time between Dragonstone and the Red Keep, although visits to Driftmark are also regular events.

Laenor frequently pops in to visit and spoil your children.

Corlys and Viserys both compete to be the favourite grandparent, but you and Rhaenyra know that Rhaenys is the real favourite. For the sake of peace, you won't reveal it.

Despite Daemon and Laena staying in Pentos, you keep up a regular correspondence with them. You even arrange to meet in Driftmark with your children a few years into your marriage. Your children bond quickly, while the adults watch on and tell stories.

Being married to the heir to the Iron Throne isn't easy and there are many people who would see that Rhaenyra never becomes Queen.

As her consort, you consider it your duty to make the path easier for her.

Your first victim is Criston Cole. After murdering Joffrey Lonmouth, you expect him to get punished. The news of Queen Alicent accepting him as her sworn sword leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, particularly when you have to break the news to Laenor.

Along with your pride, one of your greatest attributes is how protective you are of your loved ones. Joffrey was Laenor's lover as well as one of your good friends.

It takes a little while to plan, but one day gossip erupts about Criston being found drunk in a brothel that's particularly debauched, even by the standards of King's Landing.

You seize your chance and tell your goodfather that perception is important, that such a knight like that cannot be allowed to guard the royal family, especially the Queen. Viserys ignores Alicent's protests and Criston is gelded and sent to the Wall.

Speaking of Viserys, you know that any sons he has will be pitted against your wife.

You also know that his health isn't very good.

You decide to help him by giving him a tonic that your mother swears by, along with some lotions and creams. "Two drops of this with your morning meal every day and you'll soon feel better, Your Grace," you persuade him. "And wouldn't it be wonderful if you could meet your future grandchildren?"

Your father told you once you could sell water to a fish, such was the power of your silver tongue.

Viserys' health does improve after taking the tonic and the lotions that are massaged into his skin fix most of his pains.

However you failed to mention that the tonic and lotion both have herbs which cause infertility if used over long periods of time. Your mother only uses the tonic, and does so sparingly.

Viserys and Alicent only have Aegon and Helaena as a result of your actions.

You and Rhaenyra work hard to charm lords and ladies to support your cause.

You go on progress across the realm, flattering and courting all the noble families you meet.

It quickly becomes known that to be one of Princess Rhaenyra's ladies in waiting is a boon for attaining a fortunate marriage. In turn, you surround yourself with ambitious lords and their sons who want to advance their own interests.

It's a delicate dance, but you were taught how to make alliances by your parents, plus your charisma and ability to speak to anyone makes you one of the most popular members of the royal family.

Any attempts Alicent makes to gain allies for her son are countered by you and she can't stand you.

She tried to make Rhaenyra bring Lucerys to her when he was born, but you shut that down. "I wasn't aware that the Queen was in such poor health that she couldn't come herself to meet the newest member of our family," you say with a mocking smile. "The King is already coming to meet his grandson and I'm sure he would wish for Her Grace to join him." The sour look on the Queen's face when she finally arrives, only to find Viserys holding your baby boy, is a sight you'll remember for weeks to come.

You're Rhaenyra's greatest weapon and she despises how popular you are. You weren't supposed to be this politically adept, your children weren't supposed to be that lovely and polite and Rhaenyra was not supposed to be the heir when Viserys already has a son.

She says so to Larys Strong, who decides to do something about it without telling her.

You survive the pathetic assassination attempt because of a loyal servant.

Rhaenyra finds out what happened and she is furious. When she finds out Larys did it? He's a dead man walking.

His body is found in a secluded corridor at the bottom of the stairs. It's fairly obvious that he slipped and fell in a tragic accident - the servants had only finished cleaning and polishing those stairs the day before.

You thank your wife for avenging you with a sapphire necklace and several rounds of insatiable sex that eventually results in your son Aegon being conceived.

Unfortunately Lyonel Strong takes this as his chance to resign as Hand and return to Harrenhall, something you and your wife are unhappy about. You will miss him and his unwavering loyalty and fairness.

You miss him even more when you find out Otto Hightower is returning to King's Landing to be Viserys' Hand again.

The return of her father emboldens the Queen, although you and Rhaenyra are more than a match for them, both during the Small Council meetings (which you are Master of Ships) and outside them.

Eventually though, you decide to take care of the problem, although your wife cautions you to be careful.

A year after becoming Hand again, Otto Hightower is dead. His health had been declining for some time, even before he returned to King's Landing, but the poison you'd had your spies slip into his furniture and clothing certainly made his end quicker.

You knew he had a food taster, so you had to be careful to make it appear natural. A quiet conversation with Daemon had pointed you in the right direction.

Although it appeared to be natural, you knew that Otto's last days were a living hell. A fitting end for such a man.

With his death, you recommended Viserys make Lyonel Strong Hand again or even name Rhaenyra to be the Hand, as preparation for her future role.

His decision to name Rhaenyra as Hand is one of the only good decisions he's made.

It gives her more experience in governing the realm, particularly when he starts to become more frail.

After several years of this, she is confident in her role. She will be a magnificent Queen and you're truly honoured to be her consort.

#not team green friendly #male reader imagines #black reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #hotd imagines #rhaenyra targaryen imagines #my writing

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bmhcdnsms · 3 months

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protective ! biker boyfriend headcanons

[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !

protective ! biker bf . . . who doesn't let you go anywhere without him. exclusively rides his bike, he knows how to drive a regular car, just chooses not to, and trust everytime he picks you up, it's with his bike humming in the background, waiting to be ridden.

"there's my pretty boy," he flirts, leaning down the moment you open the door and stealing a kiss from you. and when he feels the way you so naturally kiss back, he can't help but go in for another. and then another. he gets a total of five kisses before he's satisfied.

"remind me why we need to take your loud ass bike to the conveinence store, luci?" his full name is lucian, but the nickname luci was coined after you guys got really comfortable in your relationship. and he loves it. only when it comes from your lips, of course.

"everyone in this shit town needs to know whenever we go anywhere," he explains simply, taking off of his thick leather jacket (he has another layer of a thick, long sleeve, specially made for bikers, shirt underneath) and holding it open for you to wear, "plus, it gives me an excuse to see you in my gear. makes you so sexy," he teases, leaning down to give you another surprise kiss before shoving the helmet down onto your head.

now you're wearing your own helmet, his jacket, and riding on the back of his bike with your arms tightly bound around his waist.

protective ! biker bf . . . who spoils you rotten. he wants to treat you to the most lavish of experiences and he'll deliver them to you with you on the back of his bike or take you to those places with you riding on the back of said bike.

the revving of a familiar, loud engine makes you roll out of bed with a pissed off look on your face. you tug the curtains open, looking at your boyfriend at the end of your lawn with your arms crossed over your chest. since he's not that far, you can see how cheesily wide his grin is.

you open the window, knowing that he'll start throwing pebbles at it if you don't, and lean out into the open night air.

"you trying to wake the whole place, luci?" the usage of the nickname shows to him that you're not actually mad at him.

"no, just you, my love," he says, sauntering across the lawn with his hands behind his back, "wanted to give you a late night gift,"

he reveals a huge bouquet of roses that were hiding behind his back.

"luci," your tone is unique; showing that you're flattered and embarassed in the lavish, sweet gift, but also scolding in some sense because of how late it was for him to be doing this.

"[nameee]," he says, in the same candence. he walks over, putting the stems into his mouth and biting down as he works on climbing up to your window. and when he's finally arrived to your heigth, he's handing you the roses with a grin, "for my boy,"

"you're such a romantic," you tease, not finding the will to be mad at him anymore. not when he looks so perfect with his messy hair and smirking face. "c'mere," you say, leaning forward with your hand already on his cheek.

he welcomes the affection with ease, pressing into you and grabbing you by the waist to keep you stationed right where he wants you. it takes smacking his chest to make him let you go, revealing his smirking, proud face on display for you to glare at.

"thank you, baby, they're really pretty," you say, pecking him once more before turning away to set them on the table.

"i got the best out of the bunch for you, pretty boy," he says, kicking off of the window sill and shedding off his jacket and boots. soon, he's collapsing onto your bed and waiting for you to join him, "think i get some cuddles for this grand gesture now."

"oh, do you, really?" you tease, yelping when he suddenly pulls you down to lay with him, laughing as his fingers tickle your sides.

"some cuddles and some more?" he says with a wink, making you roll your eyes.

"shut up."

protective ! biker bf . . . who makes it very obvious you're taken. he's got you two matching jewelry, you're his lockscreen and homescreen, he's your lockscreen (he let you have your homescreen be whatever you wanted it to be...the lockscreen is what mattesr most anyway because that's the one that everyone sees), he's got a bracelet on his wrist with your name spelt out in childish beads, he's got a necklace with a heart locket that has a picture of you two, he has your name tattooed- just kidding, he doesn't...but keep an eye on him because he's been genuinely thinking of getting one.

"baby, you're not wearing it," your supposedly tough boyfriend whines as you're both about to leave, "wear it!" he childishly whines again.

he's talking about his letterman jacket that he got custom made with his last name on the back and the emblem of his biker gang on the back.

it's not a serious group - in the sense they go around causing purposeful trouble, but still he wanted to have some sort of physical proof to show that it was a sentimental thing for him. he never let anyone else wear it, but you and him too.

"i have my own jacket..."

you just killed him. he's writhing on the floor in immense pain as he clutches his chest and cries out for mercy. his dramatic tantrum won't be held over until that jacket is around your shoulders, so you better just put it on to make him shut up.

his lockscreen is a photo of you hugging him from behind while he has his helmet on. your kissing the top of the hard shell, a smile on your lips and a masked one on his. it's a selfie, so you're looking right at the camera with a crinkle in your eyes from your wide smile.

his homescreen is a photo of you and him resting in bed. he doesn't have his shirt on so your head is just resting on his bare chest. and you're sleepy, completely unaware of the photo he's taking of you. he's sleepily grinning ear to ear as he looks down at you though, so enamored by how cute you are. if you squint, you can see the initials of your name inked into his collarbone - which is only a couple inches away from where your head is resting.

protective ! biker bf . . . who uses his easily intimidating stance to scare off anyone that comes up to you two. in any situation, he's standing very close by and very ready to bite at anyone that gets too close (metaphorically, of course...).

the tent restaurant you were sitting in had to be one of your favorites. they served the best food, were run by a cute old lady, and had a good crowd surrounding you two. his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders to keep you warm, since air did keep coming into the place, and he was sat right across from you.

the plastic table had all types of food scattered everywhere and his eyes practically had stars in them.

"which one do you want, babe?" he said, already getting ready to give you a big portion of the food that you both ordered.

you told him which one with a grateful smile, kissing his hand quickly as he was reaching out for some of the delicious food to plate for you. he blushed profusely, cursing you for being so "adorable" and flustering him so much for no reason.

"i just have the best boy-"

"sorry, excuse me, but you dropped your napkin," a stranger passing by said, bending over and picking up the cloth that had fallen from your lap and onto the ground.

you took it from the man's hold, ignoring the way your fingers brushed against his, and politely thanked him.

"thank-"

"here, don't use that one now since it's dirty, babe," lucian says quickly, grabbing it from your hand before you can return it to its previous position. instead, he hands you his and gently smiles, "use mine,"

"what? no, you don't have to," you scold, looking at him with a warning look. you would be fine with your own napkin anyway, plus you didn't want him to eat without one.

the stranger looked at the exchange with a sheepish smile, then directed his next words to you, "if you would like, i could get you another one from a staff member?"

"that would be gr-"

"we don't need your help, man, just scram already," lucian sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. as if he was incredibly stressed with the newcomer.

you kicked him under the table, which he winced and pouted at.

"uhm, don't mind him. and it's alright, i can flag down a waitress so you don't have to worry about it." you said with a kind smile, hoping the guy would take the hint and leave. you knew why lucian was acting up and you would rather not colorfully scold him in front of a stranger.

"if you insist," he kindly returns the smile before taking his leave, scattering away when he notices your boyfriend glaring at him through his hand that was covering his face.

immediately, you reach over and pinch lucian's cheek and tug hard, "are you serious? you fucking man-baby,"

"i'm sorrryyy," he drawls out, the tone of his voice shaking as you tug and wiggle his cheek in contempt.

in conclusion, he's a big dramatic sweetheart when it comes to you and also always really flirty and playful. unless has something to say, or exsists too close to you two, then he becomes a grade-A asshole and finds a way to make that person's interaction with you severely uncomfortable and awkward.

#LUCIAN NEW OC UNLOCKED #protective biker bf headcanons #biker bf male reader #male reader imagines #biker bf headcanons #biker bf imagines #biker boyfriend headcanons #protective boyfriend headcanons #protective boyfriend male reader #protective bf x male reader #jealous bf x male reader

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Vivid blue eyes of a lewd All-American man

Character: Clark Kent x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Mention of smut

Life is for no one an easy thing. Everyone has his own struggles, some are verily different than others.

One of the best examples for this, did you encounter in form of an all American man. Handsome, tall, strong, with angular facial features, dark hair and the most strange blue eyes you have ever seen. The color seemed to move all the time, never let the blue be the same.

The only problem was, he had a girlfriend. Which was just classic for you. Still you saw him almost everywhere. When you bought groceries, he was in the supermarket, looking at vegetables. When you were going on a walk, just a few feet away from you, was this man. When you were working out, almost instantly, the man took another machine on the other side of you. Even with all of these coincidences, you did not felt threatened by him.

His eyes, even when their color seemed to move, were the kindest you had ever seen. Almost as if he was absolute pure, nothing evil within his cells.

Still he seemed to follow you everywhere you go. Jus to finally know it for sure, you took it to the test. You trained yourself completely dry, to the bring of exhaustion. The man did not even got to sweat. With his body, you were sure, he did not even need to train anymore. But with your sore body, you left him. Walking down to the locker room.

Just as you taught, not long after, the stranger came in the room too. But you were naked, as the day you were born. Bend over for him to see your behind perfectly clear. You looked trough your legs, directly at him, winking as he began to switch his white, pale skin with the one of a tomato. It looked quite amusing. But he did not look away.

You on the other hand, became more uncomfortable within a short moment. So you decided to come back up, turn slightly to him, wink again and took your towel to swing it over your shoulder and walked to the showers. Surprisingly, the man did not came in the showers at all. Normally he followed you shortly after.

As you finished up and came back into the locker room, he was gone. Confused you looked around you, to make sure he actually was not there anymore. A slight pain, washed over you, as you finally realized that you had gone too far.

The next couple of days, he was nowhere to be seen at all. The weeks he had followed you around, were now only a thoughts of the past.

Months gone by, where you hadn’t seen him on campus. Nearly as if he just vanished from the face of the earth, just to get away from you. Ashamed of yourself, you closed a bit up. Your friends had fun without you, which wasn’t that hard, because they always tell you that you are boring anyways.

Now your time almost exclusively was filled with learning. Something you hadn’t needed to do before, but with everything that had transpired, your head was preoccupied.

It was on a Saturday evening, that you literally ran into the guy again. Your eyes had widened, while you apologized as you had seen who stood in front of you. He smiled down at you, the height difference was almost laughable. He dwarfed you completely, not only because he was taller, but he became buffer as well.

„You don’t need to apologize, to be honest, I stood in your way. I did not know how to get your attention, because you had ignored me for the past two months.“

Now you were even more confused than before.Why would you ignore him? He wasn’t on campus anyway.

„To correct you, I was on campus. I even sat beside you in the library to talk to you, but you ignored me, as if I wasn’t there. To be honest, hurt like a bitch, especially after the performance you did to get my attention in the first place.“ He liked his lips, while his eyes slowly wandered your clothed body. Not as innocent as you believed before.

„But-What? If you liked it, why didn’t you come after me. I mean you followed me for weeks, why not then?“

A bright red blush came over his cheeks, as he heard that you noticed his odd behavior. His right big hand in his neck, to scratch it in embarrassment. „I had a girlfriend at the time. Well, I’m not the type of guy to cheat. So I tried to keep myself away from your temptation. But I really fast came to know, that this wasn’t possible anymore. So I broke it off and tried to get your attention, again but with not avail.“

It took you a moment, to really get into the right mind to really process what he just had told you. „Wait, you broke it off because of me? But you don’t know me!“

„I broke it off, because I realized thanks to you, that a man body, makes me feel better, than a woman body. And wanted to ask you if you were free, to maybe explore it a bit with me?“

The blush that had vanished for a moment, came back, even redder than before. It was quite cute to see him so far out of his comfort zone.

But it also made you dizzy. Of course he wouldn’t be your first, but with a landslide, the most handsome guy you would’ve been with until this point. Not only this, but you saw his package once, and it was big enough to rip you almost in half flaccid. Since then you were sure, he wasn’t a human, but a half horse hybrid or some other fantasy bullshit.

„Your dorm or my apartment? If I’m being honest, your dorm would be more preferable for me. I always wanted to get drilled by someone at a place, where my screams could be heard by other dudes.“

To say that the man in front of you were shocked, was an understatement. His mouth hand so wide open, he couldn’t really close it again. At least not on his own. So out of the goodness of your heart, you stepped forward, and helped him. Your left hand under his chin and slowly closing his mouth, „I believe you can do better things with this tongue sticking out of your wide open mouth, right?“

As if your teasing, finally broke him out of the place he was in, he finally got himself back togehter, straighten up his back again, and a slight smirk now graced his handsome face.

„You will beg me to stop punishing you for this.“ His sudden confidence made you so horny, that there outside your own dick, began to grow hard. As if he could sense it, he grabbed you there, „You would like that, wouldn’t you? Then follow me, we have a bit of a way in front of us.“

Without anything else said, you followed him this time, the roles were reversed. And hoped, that you would outlive this experience and even when not, to die like this, wouldn’t be too bad. At leads not with the handsome stranger at your side.

#Clark Kent x male reader #Clark Kent imagine #Superman x male reader #Superman imagine #dc x male reader #dc imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #male reader imagines #x male reader imagine #x male reader imagines

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suw4 · 10 months

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sfw - Han Noah

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imagine that Noah's sparkles effect was requested from you.

the vlast staff came up with the idea of giving each members of plave some special effects for their streams. however, they couldn't think of one that is connected to Noah's character. and that's when you came in.

you were one of the staff of vlast. in charge of the equipment. also being a certain blonde's boyfriend. the designing staff asked you for help once you were on your break.

after a few thoughts in, an idea came in. it immediately lifted up your mood thinking about it. "how about putting sparkles whenever he smiles? or laugh? whenever he does that, i couldn't help but see him glow. oh! add in some hearts too," you spoke, getting a little too excited. nonetheless, the design stuff agrees to your idea and went ahead to code that in.

another day of livestream. this time with noah, yejun and eunho. this is where they first started showing off their own special effects. you watched noah activating his powers. seeing the yellow sparkles appearing when he smiles through the screen. you were very satisfied with the outcome.

noah looked off the camera, facing you directly. he gave you a big smile, activating his sparkles. you chuckled, finding how cute your beloved boyfriend was.

at the end of the stream, noah removed his head gear and ran up to you. wrapping his slender yet muscular arms around your neck whilst your hands slightly around his waist. he swung his hips a little from side to side. being all cute to you. showing you his little smile. making his eyes squint a little. god, you love that expression of his.

noah leaned closer to you, pulling you down too to meet his height. his lips met yours. slowly beginning to giggle and smile in the kiss. you laughed along, though not knowing what was so funny. when the blonde pulled back, he stared into your eyes, still having that giddy feeling. "I heard," he said, confusing you. "You heard what?"

"From ttuks. You were the one who thought of my power design, right?" his tone was soft as feather. his voice flowing like a calming sea. pleasing to your ears. you hummed while nodding. "Yeah," you muttered. "Awe.. that's so cute of you, darling. I love you. I love you so much," noah puffed up his cheeks, pouting as if he was talking to a baby. You laughed as his hands cupped your face, giving you little pecks. "Thanks, baby. I love you too,"

#male reader #top male reader #x male reader #fanfic #male reader imagine #male reader imagines #noah han #han noah plave #plave #plave noah #plave kpop #han noah #han noah x male reader #plave x male reader

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fushigurosboy · 2 years

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Crush

Character(s): Kanroji Mitsuri, Shinazugawa Sanemi Fandom: Demon Slayer Pronouns: he/him Warnings: none FEM ALINGED DNI

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Mitsuri, who had been pestering Y/N about his crush for weeks: look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have a crush on Sanemi

Y/N, staring at Sanemi while he trains: I do not have a crush on Sanemi

Mitsuri: you were looking nowhere near my eyes

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dietothemusic · 2 years

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Ooooo if someone could make a Gakuen Babysitters story with a black!reader that would be great! Please tag me in it if you do!

#black woman #black y/n #black reader #x black!reader #black!reader #gakuen babysitters #school babysitters #chubby black reader #blackreader #black!oc #black!fem!reader #x male!reader #male reader #male insert #male reader imagines

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mellowwillowy · 7 months

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A Husband Duty (GN, NSFW)

Instead of another normal love making session, you ask him to do more to you (FIC, junkie reader, IMG., more in Husband...)

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Husband who just loves you so much that it turns into another worshipping session instead of fucking you raw without any condom on.

Yan! Husband who just eats you out / gives you head nonstop until you are overstimulated, the whole bed is wet with your cum and drool, his boxer drenched in cum as he ruts himself against the bed sheet.

Yan! Husband whose fingers teased the insides of your clenching hole, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back. Yes, just loll out your tongue and he'll take it for granted with his mouth, sucking and licking it while he relishes in the way you whine.

Yan! Husband who will actually cum undone just from lapping up your sweet nectar, drinking it all like a thirsty man who is lost in the Sahara desert.

Yan! Husband who refuses any of your attempts in giving him head, nuh-uh, he wants to focus on you and you only. He is already wetting his boxer with his cum, what more do you want? Splatter it all over your face and hair? He'd be so fine with just your hole ♡

Yan! Husband whose cock twitches so much when it is only the tip that enters you, imagine the whole thing filling you full and deep, he is already shaking from the ejaculation, cumming deep inside you. Do you think he is done as a '5 second, take it or leave it?'

Yan! Husband who has a questionable way of ejaculating but his stamina is not to be doubted. He will pound himself deep into you while his sperm paints your insides white. Every time he pulls out, the cum would immediately pool out from your hole only to be refilled with another. (Honestly, as expected from someone inhumane)

Yan! Husband who will not stop kissing you, be it your face, lip, body, or anything as long as it's you. Can you imagine the amount of hickeys you'll be waking up to? These will surely show the servants and others just how cherished you are in his hand.

Yan! Husband who will coax more of your sweet moans, pushing your limit further with every session you have with him, yes, he will fuck you till the sun rises if you can accommodate to him. The idea of it makes his cock twitches again, he needs to be clamped tight by you.

Yan! Husband who will not stop abusing your sex, pleasuring you with his fingers as he gives you a second stimulation while he is still hammering his cock into you.

"W-why, why do you have so much c-cum, in you-!?"

"I don't know dear, maybe it's because of you. You are driving me nuts every day!"

Yulian is such a healthy man ^^ how much litter does he have left to fill you up? Ah, the bulge... it's so arousing to see your stomach bulging with his cock and cum.

Yan! Husband, the King of Aftercare, bathing you with the finest body care, roses floating while his face nuzzled up in your neck. Please, don't do anything you will regret, you don't want him to hammer his cock into you again, the whole bathtub might be his cum instead!

Yan! Husband who kisses you to sleep, letting you rest after hours of fucking you dumb. It seems like the euphoria is gone and he has regained his sanity, evident from how he's thinking how to cover all these hickeys and bite marks.

Yan! Husband who presses his lip to all those marks, kissing it better while occasionally licking some.

Maybe he shouldn't help you cover it after all.

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sanjisboyfie · 5 months

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suguru's cherished mornings

-> geto suguru x male reader -> really short sorry idk i just had to publically show how much i love him.

-> still jjk universe but the one where this babe doesnt become anakin skywalker and defect away from everyone <3333 because i like to imagine this alternate universe a LOT

his black hair sprawled over the sheets, unfortunately getting painfully pulled by you when you're still sleeping. he winces as he feels it being pressuredly pushed down onto the mattress, giving a slight tug to his sensitive scalp and affectively waking him up.

he doesn't have the heart to even be remotely annoyed or angry with you. not when you look so peaceful sleeping. not when you're so effortlessly handsome it feels almost like his heart physically stops beating at your effortless charm.

he is just that in love with you.

the way you could make doing nothing but sleeping look like art was something special only to his eye, because he was the only one that had his eye on you. or, at least, that's what he tells himself to sleep better at night (he would very much rather not think about the probably high number of individuals that also find you attractive, it'll just put him in a sour mood).

he won't wake you up. instead, he props his head up onto his palm and continues gazing at you lovingly. sure, it can be a little bit creepy, but...okay, it is just creepy, but he just loves you so much. he might pick up the book that's resting on his bedside. he'll sit against the headboard as he reads, smiling softly when you so naturally shift your body to now be hugging his legs and resting on his lap.

one hand will hold the book up for him to read whilst the other traces mindless shapes on your back.

suguru loves touching you, whether it be in the smallest grazes of his fingers or those more heated moments, he loves, loves, loves touching you. it makes him happy - genuinly.

it's his own way of grounding himself, reminding himself that you're really there with him, next to him.

his large hands will run up and down your back until you eventually wake up. the book he's reading returns back to the bedside and he immediately focuses all of his attention on you.

"g'mornin', baby," he'll gently say, shuffling to hold you in his arms and kiss the top of your head, "did you sleep well?"

a tired hum is all he gets in response, but you can still feel him smiling against your skin. you return the question, your voice gravely as you speak.

then he's pressing his face into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, humming in delight as he gets to really take you in, through all of his senses.

he has you in his arms, obviously he can see you, and the last is that he is drowning in your natural scent.

he's obsessed, at this point.

"slept perfectly, as always," when i'm beside you - that's the last part of the sentence that suguru doesn't voice, for some reason.

his arms tighten around your waist. and now you're the one carding your fingers through his hair, to sooth him and relax that tight grip on your body. he doesn't know it, but it's practically suffocating.

gently, as you predicted, his hold does loosen up and allows you to sit in his lap now without him cutting off your circulation.

"should we stay in for a little while longer, babe? are you still tired?" he asks you, but doesn't get a response. all he feels is your body comfortiably slotting in with his and the arms you had around his neck loosely falling into your lap.

"silly boy," he chuckles, finding your habits endearing and amusing. you woke up, just to get comfortable in his lap and then fall back asleep. "i love you,"

there's a low hum that comes from your chest and he takes that answer with glee. he knows you would have said it back if you had the energy or that keen awareness.

when the two of you finally do have the energy to get out of bed, the morning finally starts in the bathroom. you're brushing your teeth standing next to each other, suguru sometimes childishly making funny faces at you in the mirror.

you almost choked on the toothpaste in your mouth when he fulls a particularly funny face. some other mornings you're sitting on the bathroom counter with suguru comfortably standing in between your open legs. his one hand will rest on one side of your lap with the other moving the toothbrush in his mouth. that hand near your lap will sometimes go underneath your shirt and start playing with the flesh of your hips.

it sometimes earns him a warning look, which he rolls his eyes at, but eventually does pull away to please you. the other times, though, when you let his fingers dance on your skin - those times he loves.

sometime in your morning routine, one of you will get a phone call from someone in jujutsu society to call you for a mission. usually, it's you since you're not a special grade like suguru. that means you're more high in demand for lesser grade curses.

he doesn't like that, though, so he often tags along with you wherever you have to go. doesn't like being away from you for too long. it makes him angsty. makes him worried.

he wants to be there for you if anything happens. or else he wouldn't be able to live peacefully.

but on the rare mornings, you don't get beckoned for work, the two of you are lounging in your small living room. two steaming cups of coffee are on the table as suguru watches the television with you scrolling on your phone.

your legs will most likely be thrown over his lap, a subtle way of letting him touch you. his hands will always find the skin of your ankle and calf to caress, going up and down your leg as if he was trying to lull you to sleep again.

he may or may not actually be trying to do that too, he wants you to stay here with him and only him for a while longer. and when you're sleeping, you're doing just that. it's his own little secret, though, as he'd never confess these underhanded methods he uses to monopolize your time and attention.

and its usually at times like that: the light pouring in through the opened window, the cups of steaming coffee in front of you two, that skin to skin contact, when suguru feels the most thankful for having you.

you make the mundane mornings something worth living through. he doesn't have to struggle and find reason to get out of bed, not when he has you there to hold his hand through the motions of it. you make his life exciting and he loves you dearly for all that you unknowingly do for him.

"hm, love you, [name]," he'll say out of nowhere.

it makes your head lift up from the couch cushion and away from your phone screen. he catches your e/c eyes with his own, smiling softly at your adorable face.

"love you too, suguru, always," you easily respond, sitting up to kiss his cheek and leaving a lingering scent of coffee on his skin.

but he doesn't wipe it away, he never would.

you collpase back onto the couch cushion into your comfortable position and suguru can't help but note how homey you look.

he loves when he gets to spend his mornings with you because those are the best parts of his day.

the mundane turned special in its own way, all thanks to you and the love he has for you in his heart.

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bagerfluff · 3 months

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Take My Jacket (And My Heart)

Nico di Angelo x Male Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - "Take mine"

You and Nico stood at the stern of the Argo II.

Both of you along with Hazel volunteered to take night watch and it was a little boring. Though monsters attacked almost every night they decided not to attack this night. It was weird and calming. The sea looked majestic. The waves slowly went up and down though you were sure that Hazel didn’t appreciate that.

You also felt calm standing next to Nico. You were around the same age as him, only a few months older and you were friends with him when he first went to Camp Half-Blood. That’s why you were so scared when you heard he was captured and when Piper, Jason, and Percy had found him, half dead.

You had stuck close to him when he came back and Nico didn’t seem to mind. Well he never said he hated it so you took that as him being fine with it.

You cared about Nico, more than any friend should.

But you could tell anyone that. A war was about to happen. You had to focus on that. But you still liked nights like these. That’s why you volunteered to take the night watch. You knew that Nico almost always volunteered so you did so you could have some time together.

Though most people felt put off by Nico’s persistence, you liked it. It felt like home to you. You had also arrived at Camp Half-Blood a few months before Nico so you were feeling a bit homesick. But then you started talking to Nico and he helped with that. Then he left, and came back, and left again.

It was an endless cycle but you were happy that you were with him again. You looked over from the sea to Nico and saw him looking at the sea.

But one thing you noticed was that he didn’t have his aviator jacket on. You hadn’t noticed it before, maybe it was because it was dark or that you were running on two hours of sleep and a little too much coffee but you didn’t know.

Now that you noticed it you realized how weird Nico looked without. You had seen Nico without it when he was younger but now he was never without it. It made him look weird, different. But he still looked good to you. But after you noticed that Nico was also shivering.

It was pretty cold.

You had on a jacket but you could still feel the cold. Your nose getting runny, your eyes getting wet, and your hands getting colder. You looked over at Hazel and saw that she was bringing her hands to her mouth, probably to warm them up.

But you and her had a jacket on and you hadn’t even really noticed the cold. If you didn’t focus on it you didn’t even know it was there. But you were sure that Nico could feel it. He was rubbing his hands up and down his arms and he was doing the same thing Hazel was doing.

You knew Nico ran cold.

He always seemed to feel like a block of ice. You had grabbed his arm before and it felt like you had stuck your hand into water from the antarctica. But guess even the Ghost King got cold. You felt back for Nico and started to unzip your jacket. You took it off, almost immediately feeling colder but you didn’t mind.

You held it in one hand and held it closer to Nico. Tapping Nico on the shoulder to get his attention. “Here”, you said, punching the jacket closer to Nico.

“Take mine”.

You don’t why you said that. It didn’t really sound right but you said it. Nico looked at you before shaking his head. “I don’t need it”, you rolled your eyes.

Nico and his pride.

He really needed to accept help. You might need to talk to him about that. You walked closer to Nico and grabbed his arms. “I’m fine. Plus it’s morning in a few hours. I can go without a jacket for a few hours”, you spoke while putting your jacket on him.

Nico didn't say anything, just tensed when you touched him. Which kinda shocked you, Nico didn’t like it when people touched him, Leo had learned that the hard way.

Once you were done you turned Nico around and zipped up the jacket. You were slightly taller and bigger then Nico so it was big on him but it was cute. “You look cute in my jacket”, you said with a smile before turning to look back at the sea.

Not noticing the blush on Nico’s face.

#lgbtq #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x male reader #heros of olympus #male reader imagines #male reader #nico di angelo x male reader #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo

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libraryoffandomsuniverse · 3 months

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my lover's the sunlight

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I was looking through my old writing from years ago and came across this imagine I'd completely forgotten about. It's a different writing style to my normal headcanons, but I'm trying to branch out. I'm not sure if anyone still writes for the 100, but I can't bring myself to delete something which is nearly 2k long.

This is set during s1. No warnings, apart from Reader being grumpy to everyone and a complete goober for Raven (who only appears at the very end).

word count: 1911

You've been on the ground for less than an hour and already there are fights breaking out among the delinquents. You don’t join them; you goes with Wells Jaha to first bury the bodies of the two idiots who took off their seat belts, and then to find a water source. Digging in the dirt comforts you and gives you something to think about other than the hysteria that’s bubbling up inside your gut and threatening to overwhelm you.

Because while everyone else seems content to explore, you're coming to realise that your survival is up to the rest of the group. You have all been sent down as an experiment, that none of the adults seem to believe you'll really survive.

(You want to throw up.)

You have known John Murphy for less than a day and you already despise the other boy. Murphy’s attempts to remove a girl’s wristband by holding her face to the fire makes your head roar and suddenly you leap at him.

The pair of you roll around in the dirt, fists flying until eventually you have the advantage. With Murphy’s head in a headlock and a borrowed knife to his throat, you lean in and whisper into his ear, "if I ever catch you doing something like that again, I’ll kill you, and bury your body in the woods."

You release Murphy, who slumps to the ground and return the knife to Bellamy Blake. The gathered crowd slowly begins to move away.

"Nice moves," Blake says. "What did you say you were arrested for?"

"I didn’t," you reply brusquely, walking away.

"So what was it?" the older boy persists.

You turn and look back at him. "Wasting oxygen on an illegal spacewalk," you say simply.

Blake’s low whistle is interrupted by the return of the Mount Weather party, who are missing the kid with the goggles.

You volunteer for the rescue mission. You try to reassure the kid’s friend (you think his name is Monty) that they’ll find his missing friend, but you doesn’t know how successful you've been.

Soon you're wandering through the woods with the others. You overhear Murphy and Blake murmuring about wristbands and rolls his eyes at their predictability. Like hell you're taking it off; it’s letting the Ark know, your family know, that you're still alive.

Soon enough Murphy starts cajoling you about removing the wristband. You let his words fly over him as they walk.

"I’m telling you now," you turn his head to look at the boy behind him, "you’ll have to pry this band off my cold, dead body before I take it off."

"That can be arranged," Murphy starts forward, but you shove him backwards into a tree.

"Guys, come on," Wells says.

You stare at Murphy as you continue. "I mean it. You try and remove it, I’ll stick a knife in you."

You turn and quickly walk off, fast enough that the others have to jog to catch up.

The power struggle is resolved. Clarke Griffin assumes control – although Blake makes a compelling argument. It’s close until you speak up.

"I agree about how oppressive the Ark is, but without communication we’re completely screwed. We have no weapons, no technology and very few people with useful skills. That’s not counting the Grounders."

Somehow your words are enough to sway the majority of the group into following Clarke. She throws you a grateful look, while you nod in return.

There are still pockets of resistance, but they gradually fizzle out.

You quickly notice how people move away when you approach them. You talk to Wells about it one afternoon while sorting out rations.

"They’re scared of you," the other boy points out, with a grin.

"What?" The baffled expression on your face makes Wells’ smile grow.

"You don’t smile much," he explains. "Plus that knife fight with Murphy was pretty vicious."

"Oh," you say. Then, "I promise I’m not usually that violent. But there’s just something about him that–"

"–makes you want to punch him in the face," Wells finishes. "You’re not the only one who feels that way."

You chuckle before changing the subject.

(Wells is beginning to feel like a friend. You're not sure how you feel about that)

You eventually let Monty use your wristband to make contact with the Ark. It’s a spontaneous decision on your part, made after you saw the younger boy’s frustration at his failed attempt.

"Take mine," you offer, holding your arm out.

Now they’re sitting together, you watching as Monty carefully fiddles with the band. "Do you have family up there?" you asks.

Monty nods. "My parents. You?"

"I’ve got my parents and Raven," you swallow heavily as you think about them.

Who’s Raven? Monty asks.

"My girlfriend," you reply. "She’s amazing. Only eighteen and already a Zero-G." A smile creeps onto your face as you talk about her. It's an automatic action at this point after all these years of knowing and loving that girl.

Monty whistles in awe.

"Yeah," you laugh a little. "She’s the youngest one in over fifty years. She’s going to change the world."

Monty makes a noise that resembles a laugh. "Wow," he says. "I never would’ve picked you to be this…"

"Hmm?"

"Sappy," is the reply.

"That’s Raven for you," you laugh.

"You know if you walk around with that look, no one’s going to take you seriously?" Monty teases.

"I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m scary," he muses. You really don't. You consider yourself to be fairly even tempered.

"It’s because you never smile and you’re good with knives," comes the reply.

(Even though the attempt ends up failing, you still can’t see it as a complete loss.)

Finn Collins shows him and Clarke a bunker in the woods one morning. You look around and groan loudly when you spot a book about origami.

"Not a fan?" Finn asks, moving to see what's caused your displeasure.

"Not really," you reply.

You remember finding a similar book in the Ark library years ago. You had suddenly being seized with the idea of making something for Raven’s birthday, which had been coming up. You remember folding the paper for hours until finally getting the right shape and how much longer it took you to make the same thing with metal.

Eventually you'd finished it, and felt flushed with triumph at the bird, which had looked sleek and silver against your kitchen table.

Raven had nearly cried when you gave it to her. She’d put it over her head before kissing you passionately. Your heart had stuttered every time you saw her fiddle with her new necklace.

"I admire people who can do it," you say. "But honestly my hands haven’t really been able to do anything like it. I don’t have enough patience."

(That said, all the frustration and sore fingers had been worth it for the look on your girlfriend’s face.)

As the days go by, the delinquents gradually succeed in making a society of sorts. You throw yourself into work, whether it’s building, hunting or healing (you'd approached Clarke and offered to assist her with medical matters.

"It’s dangerous to only have one doctor," you'd said, "and even if you still do the more advanced stuff, at least I can help with bandages and minor injuries. You won't be overstretched."

"You’d do that?" Clarke had replied, a hint of gratitude seeping through her voice.

You later realised that was the moment Clarke became a friend.)

But all your attempts to distract yourself are useless once night falls. Lying in your tent, your thoughts always drift up to the sky, to the Ark.

You compose letters in your head, letters you'd send your family if there was any way of contacting them.

Dear Dad, I’ve never seen this much green before in my life and I miss you.

Dear Mom, today I caught three rabbits while hunting and I miss you.

Dear Raven, I’m helping Monty construct a door that mechanically opens and closes the gate and I miss you.

Dear Dad, I know you always said to use your words, but I swear to god I’m going to punch John Murphy in the face one day.

Dear Mom, there are so many flowers down here, you’d love it.

Dear Raven, I’ve seen so many birds and I can’t wait to show you.

Dear Raven, every time I try to go to sleep, all I can see is you.

Raven, I love you and I miss you.

Raven, Raven, Raven.

You know you're not the only one missing their families. You've heard enough people talking and crying about theirs – you tends to avoid those people. A combination of faith and living to spite the Council who sent you down to Earth keeps you going most days.

A shooting star appears in the sky when you're on watch one night. It burns bright across the dark sky and you suddenly remember your Mom’s bedtime stories of wishes made on stars and how they promise to come true.

"That’s not a shooting star, it’s from the Ark!" someone cries out.

"Maybe they’re sending more people?"

(You hope so.)

You head out with Clarke early the next morning to find the pod. You eventually come to a clearing where the pod landed, only to find it open and the occupant already outside. Your heart stops as you see one of the people you've missed the most since coming to the ground.

"Raven?" your voice is barely a whisper. If this is a mirage, it's a cruel one.

Your girlfriend turns her head and the glee on her face (at finally landing on Earth, no doubt) deepens as she sees you. "Y/N!"

You abandon all composure as you run to her. She's just as quick and both your bodies collide hard.

"Oh my god, oh my god, it’s you," you babble as you hug her tightly.

"I’ve missed you so much," she whispers into your ear, sounding just as manic.

You turn your head to chase her lips and the kiss that follows is one of the sweetest you've shared. Hands move over clothes and skin as they trace familiar paths.

"But how…?" you ask after a minute, leaning your head back. Your hands stay tangled in her shirt and hair, mirroring hers which clutch your jacket in a white knuckled grip. Neither of you are willing to let go of each other just yet.

"Abby Griffin," she says proudly. "She helped me get the parts to get this baby working."

"How old is that thing?" You ask, twisting your head around to look at the pod before returning back to her.

"Eh, only 97 years old," Raven shrugs nonchalantly, but you can see her pride fighting to the surface.

"Only 97 – you could’ve died Raven! You could’ve been injured! The ship could’ve blown up on impact!"

"But it didn’t," your wonderful, brilliant, crazy girlfriend counters. "I’d do worse for you and I know you’d do the same for me."

"Yes I would, but that's not the point–"

(The rest of your protests are interrupted by Raven kissing you again and the sound of Clarke’s laughter in the background. Raven already knew you would act like that; Clarke didn’t and finds it hilarious to reconcile this new information about Y/N L/N with the picture she already has of you.)

#male reader imagines #raven reyes x reader #the 100 imagines #the 100 x reader #raven reyes imagines #my writing

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 2 months

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Crybaby yandere boyfriend when he thinks you’re cheating

He is running errands around town when he sees what he thinks is you out and about with another man. Weren’t you at work today? Why were you at the cafe? Who is he? Are you seeing someone else?

Don’t you know nobody else can love you like he does? Why are you doing this to him when he loves you so much?

The thought has him sick to his stomach and he nearly loses his lunch as a result.

When you return home later that evening, he tackles you as soon as you close the door shut. His eyes are red from crying, and you immediately express your concern over him.

“Do you love me still? Am I doing something wrong? What can he do what I can’t?”

You ask him what he’s talking about but he just shakes his head in frustration.

With a sniffle, he hugs you tightly, too tight to the point you can’t move or escape his grasp even if you wanted to.

“No, no. I know you love me. You HAVE to. I love you too. More than I can say. We belong together!” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, “Maybe you just need some more convincing.”

With a squeal from you, he’s lifting you off your feet and into his arms, bridal style. He carries you into the bedroom before throwing you on the bed and locking the door. After, he climbs onto the bed and on top of you, eyes watering again.

“I just got to show you, right? What I can give you. What you’d be missing.”

His lips immediately hit yours, body weight leaning all the way into you so you feel crushed underneath him. The two of you share a heated kiss, with him growling your name under his breath. When he takes his hoodie off and throws it on the floor, you know he’s serious.

He nibbles on your neck and holds your hands in a way you can’t let go.

”I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t think of anything else but me.”

#yandere #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere writing #yandere male #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons

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iliumheightnights · 1 year

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Imagine Paul with a nerdy boyfriend

Paul's boyfriend M/n being nerdy. He likes to spend his time reading or playing video games. Paul's not really a big fan of the reading part but he doesn't mind if M/n reads to him. Now the video game part he DOES love. Doesn't matter if it's two player or not, he'll just cuddle with M/n while he plays.

The rest of the pack loves M/n, especially Quill, Embry and Seth. The video games really do create a bond between all of them and they share the love of the same games. Paul's glad that M/n mixes with the boys well, but he does get a bit jealous when he sees them get real excited over things wishing to be part of it.

#twilight #twilight wolf pack #paul lahote #x male reader #x male!reader #x reader #twilight imagines #male reader imagines

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The gay and the jocks (2)

Character: Connor Rowland (OC) x male reader, Archie Andrews x male reader, Chuck Clayton x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Smut

You would’ve never thought, that Chuck actually would agree to your proposal. Thinking, that he was someone who wouldn’t share anything, except himself of course. His ego was bigger than the Empire State Building itself.

But since the day you had confronted him, he slowly became different. Being near you almost all the time, asking for the dates he had promised and so on. Not even your friends, could really make something out of it. But Archie and his friends, easily could make the connections.

At some point, you got confronted by them, especially Archie. „Are you in a relationship with Chuck?“, he asked angrily. Thinking you try to cheated on your boyfriend with him. But you only laughed at his accusing tone.

„Not anymore. We aren’t together anymore, since the day at the lockers, Archibald. I learned that he cheated on me, every football season, with another girl. So no, but I promised him to go on dates and even reconsider taking him back at the end of the year.“

You laid your cards out in the open. The girls were confused at that. Thinking that you had a mental problem or something like this. But you just smiled at them. „I really love him. Yes I’m disgusted with him, but I hope he finally learns what pain he is causing, when he sees me, with other guys. Especially his friends,“ you explained to them, „So yes, maybe I use guys to hurt my ex-boyfriend, but the deal is perfect for both sides. If they don’t want to, no one would ever know. Except for you Archibald, because you needed to get your friends involved.“

Before you left the three of them, you turned around a last time, „But I liked your video Archibald.“

As you walked by the boy toilets, a hand appeared out of it, pulling you inside. You were build enough to protect you from an attacker, but the bulldogs letterman jacket let you stop in your attempt. Just letting you sucked into the bathroom.

Short blond neck hair, was the first thing you saw. Before the guy pushing you along, until you both were in one cubicle. „Well if this isn’t Connor Rowland.“ A smile over your face, looking at the attractive guy in front of you.

He was nervous, playing with his jacket, trying everything to not need to meet your eyes. As you laid your hand on his, he finally glanced at your eyes, his piercing green ones, let you feel naked. „You don’t need to be nervous. What can I do for you?“, you asked as nicely as and as slow as you, without him feeling like you thought he was slow himself.

Finally he gave one of his award winning smiles from you. Not the best at football, but at least he could become a model at some point.

„I heard that you would be maybe open to-to get… ahmm… you know,“ he tried to be confident, but because he was so far out of his comfort zone, he could get anything meaningful out.

But you stopped him either way as he tried again, „Come to my house after school and we can talk, okay? You don’t need to be all tough and confident in front of me,“ you tried to build him up, but wasn’t really successful. Without asking him, you fished his phone out of his pocket and opened it.

„Not even locked? Don’t you need to hide anything? No naked pics, or videos of you masturbating? Girls doing shit for you?“, you asked invasively as you punched your number and address in his phone. Without looking at his gallery or anything.

As you gave it back to him, you finally saw the deep red blush on his cheeks, „No you can’t tell me, that you haven’t… are you a…“ You stopped yourself, before he could feel embarrassed at anything you might have said. „I hope I see you later.“ You gave him a squeeze and even a little cheek kiss, before walking past him, out of the room.

You never would’ve thought, that Connor would be your first, but apparently, he needed you more, than any other guy you have ever met.

After school, it did not took long, until Connor was at your door. Nervously shifting in his place, looking away from the door, in the beautiful front garden. A project you had with your mother, before she got back in her job.

„Come on in, I don’t bite… At least not until you ask me.“ Of course, the little joke, made the situation not better and you needed to clam this poor guy down. He was a nervous wreck for some odd reason.

But as you two got in your clean bedroom, he gawked as if he had never seen a room like yours, „Man what the fuck? What is all of this stuff?“, he asked holding up your game console. Which led you to looking him up and down, utterly confused. You never saw him without the jacket. He looked like a church boy. Except for his hair being messy all the time and not perfectly cut in sides.

„Do you don’t have game console or things like it at your home?“, you asked curiously. He immediately became uncomfortable again. Seemingly trying to avoid a conversation about it.

„My parents don’t allow devils stuff like this,“ he mumbled almost silently in front of him. Not looking into you eyes. Now you finally knew what all of this is about. Why he was so nervous, almost fainting at your joke.

Without and indication, you walked over to him, while he still starred at your walls. Engulfing him from behind, your arms just so reaching around his trained body. He stiffened up, but as you did not let go of him, he at some point, became relaxed. „Always remember, the real false preachers, are those, who spew hatred and disgust for things other people love, like art.“

„Sometimes I believe, that religion is wrong, my parents are forbidden so much and saying that so many people are going to hell. And I would be one of them.“ He almost began to cry. Obviously never had told a soul about his struggle.

„As long as you love, nothing can be false… Okay with a few exceptions, like animals children and so on, you get my drift, right?“, you out of the sudden, got out of this hard topic. He chuckled lowly, as he saw you trying to let him feel better.

Now it was on him to surprise you. You only felt him shifting his weight a bit, before he pushed you away a bit, just to grab you again and then kiss you. For a moment, you believed to hear the bells of heaven ring in your ears. His lips softer than even velvet itself or a big sheep.

But it did not stayed at this one lonely kiss, he in fact, did not let your lips be, for quite a while. At some point even slipping his strangely skillful tongue in your mouth. So many questions filled your head, while he began to handle you.

Lifting you up and carrying you effortlessly over to your bed, where you finally were able to disconnect your lips, „You had training, right?“, asking him out of breath.

He just shook with his head, „Nope this was my first kiss.“ This confession, made your head spin. How could this be his first kiss? Even Chuck wasn’t as good as he in kissing and this man had a lot of practice.

„I hope you are not only a natural in kissing.“

„We will see,“ he confidently whispered into your ear, giving your erection a hefty boost.

As he handled you again, this time to get you on your stomach, he did it as if he had done it a million times. His hand fiddling your pants of just as easy, even when he couldn’t see anything. With getting it of your body, he also grabbed your underwear, stood up and took them off of you in one smooth pull.

„You can’t tell me, you haven’t trained!“, you finally exclaimed, just as his tongue masterfully, began to open you up. Which brought a sudden moan deep from inside of you.

„Just watched a lot of porn at friends places. Never done anything, with anyone.“ The last point, he whispered again, only this time against your puckering hole, which made it very hard for you to hear.

At least he was phenomenal at foreplay. His tongue prepping your hole, while his hands, massaged your body. Played with your nipples, gracing your slight six pack, but especially, your legs and cheeks. He knead them hard, which made the experience only better.

Until he finally come up to you again. His shirt gone, by now, letting you feel his trained body, rubbing against your back. His hard dick, thick and long, was firmly between your cheeks, rubbing up and down your entrance. Making you hornier every second that gone by.

„Please,“ you whispered begged at some point, which only made Connor chuckle.

„If you beg more, I might hear you out,“ he whispered back, while biting your earlobe, sucking at it.

Moans about moans filled the room, while he just tortured you. It just became clear to you, that Connor was a special kind of sexual partner and you loved every second of it. You loved being dominant, but sometimes, just sometimes with the right guy, you also as it seemed needed to be submissive, let them do to you whatever they wanted.

That was exactly what you told him, a moment later, under much moaning and „Please“ calling.

He finally relented. And pushed his dick in, not just his head, but the entire fucking thing, it felt enormous outside of you but inside? It felt like it was ripping you apart! Still not as big as Chuck, but a bit longer. That a church boy could be such a monster in bed?

Your head was gone at that point. That this thing, just completely got into you with this little of prep and without lubricant? It should’ve burned or something, but there was nothing. Only the feeling of fullness.

His first few strokes, were slow, making sure you felt good. As enough moans came out of your, he finally began his masterplan. Fucking you, utterly sense and useless. And man did he do a good job.

Long and hard strokes, then short and fast or fast and long strokes. He came in you, two times in approximately ten minutes, without stopping or even failing at any moment. Like a machine, he was drilling you. At this point, your prostate pulsated. You had lost count of how many times yourself came in this short amount that had gone by.

But everything broke down, when a loud knock and the doorbell ringing could be heard. Connor stopped in his tracks, fearing that someone could’ve heard your loud fucking.

It did took you a moment, to collect yourself, as Connor slowly took his cock out of your ass, „Wait here, I look who is down there,“ you told him, while you stood up on wobbling legs. Just throwing over a bathrobe, before walking slowly downstairs. The pain, in your behind already evident.

As you opened the door, you did not looked too pleased at the person, „Why the fuck are you here?“, you asked rather rudely. But your flushed red face, was already an indicator for something happening.

„I wanted to ask you, if you had time to do something,“ he stated calmly, trying to get on your good side. Still with a confused side glance over your head.

„Sorry, but I’m rather… preoccupied. So if you could go please?“

Now it dawned on Chuck, what he had heard beforehand, „You already have someone in your bed?“, he asked hurt.

You could only roll with your eyes, „Should’ve I asked you that the first or second time you ignored me trough football season, where you had side bitches? Or maybe, when you kissed one of almost hundred of girls, while we were together? The only difference between me and you is, that I did not cheat. So now please go, I want to get back!“

„Are you coming back or should I go?“, you heard Connor calling down to you.

„Wait for a second!“, you screamed back. But as you faced Chuck again, he stood there with an open mouth.

„You are having sex with Connor? The shy church boy Connor?“, he asked in utter disbelieve.

„If you wouldn’t, he could’ve find someone else, he is hot as fuck and the la… You know what? How about we go to Pop’s when I can walk again? So in three or four days? Making it our new first public date?“

The sudden invitation, took Chuck by surprise, he could only nod in the moment, which made you smile at him again, „Perfect, see you then or in school,“ you told him, before closing the door in front of him. Ignoring the flowers he had brought.

You wanted nothing more, than run up the stairs and get back where you had left, if your legs wouldn’t be so weak!

As you finally got back in your bedroom, Connor laid on his back, lazily stroking his massive dick, holding it upright, „Okay you had your fun! Now I want to ride you into oblivion!“ You stated, just before you threw the bathrobe away, and sinking yourself on Connors dick. Moaning and praising him for being a natural.

For hours was nothing but moaning and the occasional scream to be heard from your home. As it became late, Connor was finally completely empty.

As he was leaving, you woke up, form him rattling with his belt. „You don’t need to go, you can sleep here if you want. My parents will not come back until in a few weeks, maybe,“ you groggily told him, while holding your hands out to him. You could see how he wanted to argue, but already after a minute of thinking, he took his clothes off completely and cuddled himself at your back.

His again already hard dick, pressed between your cheeks, while you both fell into a deep slumber.

Connor was already late, so his punishment would be the same, as if he wouldn’t get home at all. So he just wanted to enjoy at least one night in his life.

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