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thestarsarebrightertonight · 26 days

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Lucky Girl Syndrome!! / theodore nott x fem reader

playlist : lucky girl syndrome - illit

summary : y/n has always been just a lucky person , in her acedemics , looks , friends , family and even in her general day to day. however she wasnt so fortunate when it came to her love life...but maybe it wasnt luck chasing love away , but instead someone close to her?

y/n , slytherin reader , fluff , swearing , arguing , jealous theo, anrgy theo and reader

a/n - as an extremely unlucky person- this fic gave me inner peace LMAOO

thats that me espresso! (another theo fic)

you walked happily though the halls , narrowly missing a prank set up by the weasley twins as their failed trick of a water bucket soaked them and left you completely dry. how lucky!

"i swear there is something wrong with that girl like she has some kind of force feild!" george sighed in frustration , their 3rd prank of the week failing to actually get you.

"God has favourites georgie, he has favourites ," fred patted georges back as they both sulked away to dry their now drenched clothes.

of course you were olbivous to the whole thing! your stroll down the hallway continued , the sun hitting your face in just the right way as you reached the great hall , practically skipping to the slytherin table.

"hi guys!" you exclaimed excited as you sat down at just the right time to ignore the apple that had just come flying at your head.

hearing the apple crash to the ground you turned again , confused seeing the apple roll around on the ground.

"shit , sorry y/n i was aiming for harry but he dodged!" ron shouted apologetically across the room.

"dont worry r-" you started until you were interuppted by your best friend theo besides you, who held a cold glare at ron.

"do that again and it wont be an apple flying at your head weasley!" theodore shouted at him as ron awkwardly looked away.

"dont theo , it was an accident," you said putting a hand on his arm as he immediatly softened.

"youre too kind y/n you shouldve been in hufflepuff," pansy said with a sigh.

"green suits me more," you smiled at pansy as she giggled ,"besides i can be quite mean when i want to be."

"youre not wrong about that , you nearly broke my ribs with that bludger in quidditch!" draco complained , still not letting go of a quidditch incident from 2nd year.

"draco i really wish you would get over that , it was my first match i was nervous and thought you were on the other team," you sighed starting to eat your food.

draco grumbled in response until the whole table turned around to look at something behind you, in confusion you turned too and saw a ravenclaw boy in your year.

"hi y/n i was just wondering if maybe you would-" the boy , named david, started to speak until catching his eye on something besides you. waiting for him to carry on he instead shuddered with fear and backed away instantly , practically running back to the ravenclaw table.

"david!" you tried to call after him , but instead he walked faster , sitting himself down and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"the fuck? what...what did i do?" you asked your friends frantically , knowing that he intended to ask you out before he suddenly stopped.

"you didnt do anything sweet y/n ," matheo started before shifting his eyes to theodore next to you, "maybe a greater force got in the way?"

confused by his choice of words you looked back at david , a look he didnt return. in frustration you held your head in your hands and groaned , "im so unlucky!"

"i wouldnt say that," blaise scoffed as the whole friendgroup nodded , knowing luck was not your lack.

"no i mean unlucky in love! david was clearly going to ask me out but just like the gryffindor from last week he couldnt even finish his scentence and ran!" you sighed , venting your anger to your friends.

"yeah well you can do much better," theodore remarked in a cold tone , his eyes still peircing where a shaking david sat. as you watched theodore stare and david cower , everything seemed to click into place.

"theodore!" you snapped at him , making him finally turn and look at you , "yknow sometimes i think that you drive them away!"

"you think!" lorenzo scoffed as pansy smacked him on the arm , quickly shutting him up.

"i havent done anything, its not my fault he ran off , what could i have done?!" theodore argued back as the rest of your friend group watched him in disbelief , knowing he drove david , the guy from gryffindor and every guy ever, away.

you scoffed ,"oh really so you didnt death stare him? he clearly looked at you before running!"

"wow i didnt know you would get so touchy about david the ravenclaw!" he said in a mocking tone as you both seethed with anger.

"read the room theodore for fucks sake! maybe i do want to go on a date , maybe i wouldve said yes! i didnt notice at first , how every guy just bolted as soon as he looked at some mysterious thing next to me , now i realise it was you probably doing a cut throat gesture!" , you ranted at theodore as draco tried to hold in his laugh.

"maybe he had an epiphany about you or something!" theodore tried to argue back , all of you knowing he couldnt really deny anything you said , it was all true.

"what- you think its me driving them away? stay out of my love life theo its none of your fucking business!" you harshly shouted your final remark before getting up from the table and stomping out of the great hall.

"there goes that mean streak i was just talking about," draco mutters , shaking his head and continuing to eat his food.

the table sat in silence for a few second before mattheo spoke up again, "you kinda deserved that."

"fuck off!" theodore snapped as he jumped up and strode after you , and out the great hall.

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walking into your dormroom you threw your robe off of you and loosened your tie , trying to lose some of the heat from your argument.

pacing the room your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open , theodore walking in and standing in front of you , keeping a fair distance as you stared back at him.

"what do you want now theo!! do you want to control my friendships? maybe throw a glare and a threat at enzo and draco and maybe they'll stop talking to me aswell!" you shouted at him loudly now, as venom dripped from your words.

he stepped towards you quickly , as you tried to back away- he grabbed the sides of your face delicatly.

"i want you," he said , his voice just above a whisper as your heart burst into flames , the heat dispersing itself across your cheeks.

"d-.. theo dont say thing you dont- that you know you dont mean," you said avoiding his gaze , shaking your head as your voice had dropped to an insecure mumble.

"y/n i have only ever wanted you , i glare and i threaten and i hate the boys that ask you out because i want you. i need you." he said softly , pulling your face closer to his , forcing you to hold eye contact.

"theo i-" you started as he cut you off quickly.

"please if youre going to reject me just know....know that ill tell david to ask you out , ill never do anything to intercept love for you again. i promise , just please... let me down easy.." he spoke quietly , insecurity and sadness seeping though his words.

this time it was you that softly garbbed his face and lifted his eyes to meet yours , "theo...maybe i didnt realise it until now but...i have always liked you."

his sadness faded as he looked at you with shock , his silence allowing you to continue in a lighthearted way, "maybe ive glared at a few girls too , unknowingly of course!"

you both laughed at this as he looked at you like you painted the stars into the pitch black sky , "im sorry for pushing those guys away...well not really but more like im sorry that you got sad about it"

you laughed again before allowing yourself to get lost in his eyes , the green like that of a four leaf clover- rare yet so beautiful , "maybe im not so unlucky in love afterall , it was right there in front of me the whole time."

he smiled at you with adoration before pulling you into a sweet , loving kiss. fortune was on your side today , as it brought you your luckiest pull yet , theodore nott.

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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sexlapis · 6 months

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Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

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talaok · 2 months

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Okay, so I have a cute idea. Pedro and reader go to a bar and accidentally drink a little more than they wanted to, and now they are walking home together, leaning on one another and giggling the whole way. Maybe they have their first kiss or something. idk, im giving you creative freedom on the last part.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: cutest request award

that last glass of wine had had its effect

Your brain felt lighter, like the crimson liquid had relieved some of the effort from your head

Your vision was fuzzier, unfocused in that familiar way as a soft buzz flowed into your ear

The pavement ahead was still damp with rain, and some water had gotten into your shoes, but you didn't care, you didn't care as you leaned onto Pedro, onto his strong, warm arm, as you looked up at his own glossy eyes, veiled by that sheer cloak of alcohol flowing through his veins

He was still laughing at something you'd said, and you didn't even realize that you were doing the same,

You couldn't even remember what the joke was. Something about... rain or... something

"We're gonna regret this tomorrow" he said, amusement still spilling from his lips

"I'm sure you will, old man" you snorted, hiding your face into his arm to shield from his reaction

"Old man huh?" he chuckled "Is that the way to talk to your elderly?"

"oh please" you snorted, smiling up at him as he feigned offense "I'm sorry sir, that was very rude of me, please forgive me"

The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft grin

"With that smile, I don't think anyone could ever not forgive you, sweetheart"

He did that sometimes, said something sweet that made you forget all about what your lungs were made for

Once again, you shielded your heating face from him by nestling impossibly close to him, feeling his warmth seep into you

He had a body that made hell seem cold

"You're a douchba-"

but before you could speak the very kind words you were about to speak, you had taken a step and found yourself ankle-deep into something that upon closer inspection, was indeed a puddle

You had stepped into a puddle.

Your feet were drenched

You-

You burst out laughing

"oh my god- sugar" Pedro was gripping your arm, bringing you back to dry land as he stifled the need to laugh too

"I-"

You were pretty sure you were about to pee yourself from how hard you were laughing, your eyes were shut close, you had one hand on your face and one on Pedro and then-

and then your feet stopped touching the ground

"Wha-"

He had picked you up, bridal style, and all you could do was swing your arms around his neck as a reflex "what are you doing?"

"it's clear you're in no condition to walk, so I'm taking matters into my own hands"

And he said it so calmly too, like it was the most obvious thing in the word

"you're taking matters into your own hands?" you mocked, cocking a brow as you bit your bottom lip to try not to laugh

"I am" he nodded,

"You're gonna carry me all the way to the hotel?" you couldn't help but smile now,

smile with amusement and joy and drunkness and... and something else

"What, you think I'm too old for that too?"

You snorted now, your head falling to his chest

"maybe" you mumbled, your mouth on his steel pecs as you looked up at him

And there was something in that, in all this- not in the fact that he was carrying you like a damsel in distress, not the fact that you were dizzy, not in any of that- there was something in the intimacy of this moment, of the lightness that came with it, how natural it all felt, how... perfect it felt

And he felt it too, you could see in his eyes, that he too had felt time stop, the entire world stop to let you have this moment, this precious instant

"y/n-"

But your lips were already on his, your lips were already on his and nothing mattered anymore as he gripped your shoulder to push you incredibly closer to him, wishing he could engulf you and never let you go, praying for this moment to never end

finally

the only word inside both your heads

finally

He was such a good kisser, his mouth, his beard, his lips, his everything just-

The problem was that he thought the same about you, and maybe if you'd been less of a good kisser, or if only he hadn't spent the last six months fantasizing about this... then maybe he wouldn't have dropped you

"shit-"

Well not really dropped you, he just... forgot to hold your legs, that's all

Only of course, he was there to rescue you as your feet hit the ground, making sure you didn't fall

A soft, honest laugh rumbled from your chest as you dropped your forehead to his

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his hands on your waist "I- I got- distracted"

Again, you could only laugh, this time as he joined

"you got distracted?"

"Yeah" he chuckled

"wanna get distracted again?" you smirked, watching his eyes pan to your lips

"please"

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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IF YOU’RE TOO SHY (LET ME KNOW)- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Uni! Nerd! Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: you’re the new girl at school, and the more steve rogers sees you, the more his crush grows. after a few weeks of texting, a date is set. but he doesn't hook up on the first date, because that's not being a gentleman. right?

Warnings: SMUT, pure filth, praise kink, slight degradation, daddy kink, spanking, cum play, dry humping, dirty talk, manhandling, petnames, swearing, biting/ marking, size kink, but lots of fluff :))

“maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes, im not playing with you baby- i think that you should give it a go. she said, maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes... i wanna see and stop thinking if youre too shy, then let me know”- if youre too shy (let me know), the 1975

“She's so beautiful Buck. You’ll just love her.” Steve insisted, baby blues all wide and excited, cheeks tinted pink as he ran his hands through his blonde locks, tugging on the strands a bit harder than he’d normally- the butterflies plaguing his muscles.

He had never felt so in love, and he hadn't even talked to you in person yet. It was a sickness, the love drunk that had occurred, no amount of Advil or water the cure to the hangover.

Bucky was sick of him. He was sure of it.

He had blabbed about you for weeks now, seeming to go in a daze as he’d ramble on. Mhmm. Well, just talk to her after class Steve!

He’d just shake his head. He couldn't just do that! How could he? You were so alluring, a siren calling him out from sea. Steve just couldn't… the courage he had always had seeming to come to a halt. It was abrupt, a deer in headlights as he watched you walk into the lecture hall.

The new girl. Full of spunk and energy, a bright smile on your face as you looked around the room, meeting his eye. He offered you a small smile, a little wave before you found your place near the front.

You matched his energy well. So well, he was scared you weren't even real. Her name is Y/N. You want her number or something? His friend Natasha had asked him earlier that month, nudging his shoulder to gather his attention again. Sorry. Yes, please. He was too busy daydreaming about you again, gaze drifting off to the endless rows of books in the old library.

Steve had been anxious to send the text, his endless pacing back and forth enough to drive Bucky straight up the wall. He had never seen the man so nervous. Especially over a girl.

Should I do it? What do I say? Is this weird? Shut the fuck up already and send something Rogers you're driving me insane. He had replied, smacking a pillow over his head to tune Steve out. He gathered his wits about him, taking a deep breath before he hit send.

hey, it’s steve, from tuesdays class. not sure if you remember me, but i’m the blonde who waved lol. i got your number from a friend, hope thats okay:)

There. He had done it! Now was the waiting. But it didn’t last long, as his phone buzzed in his pocket only a few minutes later.

hey you! yes yes, i remember. i’m Y/N <3

I know, he wanted to say. Instead, he acted dumb. Dumb and sweet was the way to your heart he found out later, all the sweet messages and daily photos of each other's day blossomed into something more than just classmates.

But he still hadn't talked to you in person yet. And he knew you were too shy to say anything first- so it was just a waiting game. Finally, all these days later- he had asked you on a date.

Nothing major. Nothing fancy. Just coffee, and a walk around the villa. Simple and fun, Bucky had reassured, thankful his best friend had finally made the move. He was blind if he thought you weren't into him. Blind and stupid.

Bucky walked with him now, bundling his jacket tighter around himself as the slight breeze ruffled his hair. It was a cool evening, but not freezing- a perfect happy medium for the season.

“I’m sure she is. Since you never seem to shut up about her.” Bucky teased, resulting in a smack across the arm from Steve.

“I’m serious man. I’m just so anxious about this. What if she actually like.. hates me or something?”

“Impossible. And if anything goes wrong, I’m just three blocks away.” Bucky shrugged, as Steve’s phone buzzed.

five mins away :)

“She’s almost here.” he sighed, starting to fidget with his rings as Bucky dropped him off at the cafe's doors. He had never felt this tense before a date, which he knew meant he really, really liked you. The countless times he had stalked your social media and hours of sleep he lost due to waiting to hear back from you had proved that.

So what could possibly go wrong?

“Well get a table, talk about the weather- and it’ll be all good from there.”

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“And so I told him no, because like what? That's not just something you do at a gas station?” you laughed, making Steve nearly choke on his coffee. You were so happy to be sitting with the man you had been swooning over for weeks now, heart fluttering the second the two of you locked eyes in the lecture hall.

He was dreamy, gush-worthy standards. And now here he was, so many days later- sitting in front of you with a cup of coffee in hand. You had examined his choice of drink very carefully, knowing that could reflect on many things. Just as many other little things did, like if he slept with socks on or if he only picked the m&ms out of trail mix.

Steve had a safe, solid choice- two creams and one sugar. Dark roast. You knew he was a good one.

“I’m sure. Jesus people are crazy.” he snorted, swirling the little wooden stir stick around in his coffee as he admired you. You felt yourself start to fold in on itself the longer he gazed at you, stare so deep and meaningful you were scared you'd start giggling and kicking your feet right there.

You wouldn't be surprised if you did. Steve had that effect on you, always making you swoon from across the class, each text he sent making you smile. He had a heart next to his contact name, for god's sake. But there was no way in hell you'd tell him that. At least not on the first date.

You weren't even sure if he liked you back- as sometimes flirting flew straight over your head. You were funny like that sometimes. But tonight had seemed to have gone well, at least in your mind. The two of you had been talking for hours, getting little pastries and new drinks to try throughout the evening. It was dark out now, the moon high in the sky, shining down on the little vintage cafe with its dozens of tealights and oil lamps.

You sipped your drink, still hot on the tongue as you met his stare. He smiled. That goddamn, cheeky smile that kept you up at night. One that screamed danger, and mischief and everything you wanted. A thrill, an adventure. Something fun- something your small town refused to offer.

“Whatta thinking about?” he asked, breaking the easy silence that lingered over the pair of you like a veil. Like you were in your own little bubble, where no one could touch you.

“Just you. And how you're different.” His eyebrow quirked up. “How so?”

“ Well you haven't asked me to take off my clothes. Or made any sexual comments. Or said ‘maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes’, so I like you.” you said, taking another sip of coffee to let those words digest.

He just smiled, shaking his head slowly. “Well of course not. I mean, not that you aren't beautiful and so fucking hot and I mean-”

You laughed.

“Okay, you know what I’m getting at. But what I’m trying to say is that I’m a gentleman. And I would never ask that of you if you didn’t want it.” A sly grin tugged at your lips, legs crossing under the table as you squeezed your thighs together.

“What if I want it?”

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“I don’t normally do this on the first date ya know.” Steve murmured against your neck, breath hot as he kissed down your neck, grip tightening around your thighs as he hosted you up against the wall.��

It had been a few hours later, some odd hour in the night after the coffee and the little walk down the side streets, popping into old bookstores and antique stores where he watched you marvel over little things like signed paperbacks and old purses his great grandma probably had. He was infatuated with you.

Somehow his hand had ended up intertwined with yours, your arm bumping his as he walked you back to your place. Do you… maybe wanna come inside? You had asked, little doe eyes wide, voice as soft as silk. How could he say no? He never said no to you.

Now here he was, dry humping you in your entranceway, barely two steps in the door before your lips had met his. You were drawn to him like a magnet, falling under his spell as your neck rolled back against the plaster, letting him have more access.

“No? Wanting to keep up your gentlemanly acts? Promise I won't tell.” you teased, breath hitching as he traced your collarbone with his nose, finally sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Your hips rolled against his lower abs, desperate for any friction you could get.

“Pinky promise?” he breathed, causing a moan to escape your parted lips as he squeezed your skin, licking the teeth marks as he dipped his mouth even lower.

“P-pinky.” you stuttered. It was getting harder and harder to think clearly, movements blurring as if he was switching the lenses on your eyesight. Hands were on your ass, in his hair, tugging on those beautiful long strands to then wrap around his neck.

Teeth clashed with tongue as he devoured you whole, and you felt as if you were on a carnival ride as he spun you over to your bedroom. You prayed he didn’t notice the piles of old, dog-eared books that were piled against the wall so high they were on the verge of toppling over, or your cluttered nightstand with so many candles and jewelry it had no other purpose. Steve didn’t seem to mind the mess, solely focused on how your breath sounded when it was uneven and when you were flustered, the giggles that emerged when he tossed you down on the sheets like a sack of potatoes.

You liked being manhandled by him. You liked how he had wasted no time throwing you up against the wall, taking charge in such a respectful, yet sexy manner. This had only happened in your late-night thoughts, little flirty texts that you had sent when you got the courage past eleven pm nothing compared to this. You had always wondered what he would be like in bed, ever since you stepped foot in that classroom. It didn’t disappoint in the slightest.

“God you're so- so fucking hot. You know how many times I've thought of this? Hearing your little noises when I make you feel good?” You whined. He groaned, tugging off your pants.

“Yeah. Yeah, fuck like that baby. You’re such a good girl for me aren't you?”

There it was. That was the money shot. Something in your demeanor shifted, eyes wide as you nodded frantically. Yes. Yes, you were and he knew it. “Please Steve just-”

“Just what angel face? Hmm? Fuck you?” he antagonized you, as if he was talking to a mere child.

“Please. Please fuck.” The words had barely left your lips before he grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you were presented to him, ass in the air, face deep in the sheets. Your shirt had yet to come off, but you had a feeling it was going to meet your bottoms on the hardwood, the two of you too desperate to both with the flimsy article of clothing.

“God you're so easy to manhandle. You like that huh? Being tossed around like a slut?”

“Mhmmm god yes..” you moaned, letting out a quick yelp as he smacked your ass lightly, your hands curling into tight little fists as you gripped the blankets. You could feel the breath get trapped in your lungs as he kissed the skin he had just slightly marked, lips like a cooling serum to the heat in your belly.

“Breathe angel. Just breathe for me yea? You tell me when it’s too much.”

“What, don’t wanna get too freaky on the first date?” you chriped out, making him laugh.

“Something like that.”

“I like this, ya know. I like you. And I don’t feel shy around you, like I have with other people. You’re good to me, Steve.”

He smiled softly, chest blooming with warmth at your reassuring words. He was so happy. All he wanted was for you to feel comfortable around him, to feel wanted. Because he wanted you. Oh, gods did he ever want you.

“Good.” was the only warning he gave you before he hit home, sliding into you gently. “Fuck. Fuck fuck you feel so fucking good.” was all he could moan, head tossed back in pleasure as you squeezed around him, adjusting to his size.

He was big. Like extremely big. All you could do was whimper, praying to every god that was out there that you could take him.

“S’big Stevie. M’all full.” you squeaked, a rough growl escaping from his lips at your words. “Yea baby? I’m just so much bigger than you- aren't I? Filling you up to the brim, like a little hole for me to use.”

He brushed your g-spot as his hips began to snap, cock drilling into you so fast you swore you saw stars. All you could do was hold onto the bed, allowing your body to fall limp, going slack as he used you.

“You're so good. Such a good, good princess.” he praised, large hand pressed down slightly on your back as you arched, moans muffling into the sheets. You prayed your neighbors weren't home, or else you knew you'd get the dirty looks and silent treatment tomorrow.

Totally worth it, you thought with a dazed-out smile, listening to the sounds of the bed drilling against the wall, springs squeaking in time with his groans, the squelching wet noises of your juices coating his cock.

“M’not gonna last.” you whimpered softly. “S’okay baby. Be a good girl and cum f’me okay poppet?”

You nodded, rumpled sheets bunching tighter between your closed fists as you squeezed him so tight it was suffocating, your clit pulsing a steady rhythm as you came with a cry.

“Atta girl. Milking me dry baby, you really needed that didn’t you?”

“Y-yea Daddy..”

Heat rose to your cheeks. The name had rolled off your tongue before you could stop it, the filter that normally was placed over your words now gone in your dazed-out state. What if you fucked up? That wasn't supposed to come out.

“F-fuck. Daddy huh? I should've known you’d like that shit. Not as much as me though baby.” he growled, grabbing your hips harshly, his thrusts becoming harder, quicker, more erratic.

“Daddy’s making you feel so good hm?”

“So good Daddy. Want you to fuck me alll the timee.” you giggled softly, whining as you felt him slip out of your abused hole.

“Wha-”

“Shhh poppet. I didn’t bring any condoms with me and we aren't risking it on the first date.” he shushed you, spilling his seed onto your lower back, stilling your wiggling movements as you begged.

You felt the warm, white liquid ooze against your skin, dribbling down your ass as you wiggled it. The pad of Steve's fingers made you jump, the soft, gentle touch adding even more to the post-orgasm haze.

“I-I have some in my drawer for next time.” He trailed his fingers against the delicate skin, smearing the cum down your thighs, giving you a quick little smack.

“Good to know sweetheart.” he smiled, watching as you slowly turned to face him, doe eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

“So when’s the next date?”

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summerssover · 2 months

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 ⊹ ִֶָ ❲ 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬❳

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘, in which you can’t sleep and chris has a idea to help you out

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, dom!chris x spoiled!reader, chris x poc reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, suggestive content, language, angst (if you squint), fluff

▐ ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𓏲 🎀🎱 𓂃 ✦ 💒

half of the night consisted of you alternating from the warmth of the blanket to, the warmth of chris’s body then, to the freezing air conditioning.

you felt uncomfortable in your own skin, one minute you were hot the next you were cold and all of the tossing and turning was really getting you frustrated, chris’ legs tangling up with your own was just the cherry on top leading you to roughly kick his feet away, which was also the breaking point for chris. he was fed up with having to feel your elbow, knees and feet jamming into his back side for hours on end.

“alright what the fuck is all of this moving for ma, what’s the matter?” he flipped over to face you with a soothing rasp in his voice before nudging your side gently.

you letting out a whiney groan, throwing your head up to face the ceiling. “i don’t know.. i can’t sleep for some reason, did i wake you?” chris let out a dry chuckle and responded “nah, you’re good baby, just checking up on you”

you huffed a deep sigh and attempted to close you eyes. you began to think you were finally getting some quality sleep till you felt your body start to shiver once again.

“this shit is getting on my nerves, oh my god”, you mutter out while sitting up and covering you hands over your face in frustration, ripping the blanket away from chris in process.

your boyfriend huffed and sat up just as irritated as you were “y/n”, he forced your name through his teeth sternly.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry”

chris noticed the shakiness in your voice and looked up to your face being met with you wiping tears from your eyes while a couple more flooded down your cheek. you didn’t want chris to see you in this pathetic state, crying over something so stupid. plus he seemed annoyed with you enough to deal with anymore of your shit.

chris whispered and quick ‘ok’ and got up from the bed to turn the ceiling fan on.

“chris but im cold—“you don’t know what you are right now, you’ll want it later, trust me ma”, he cut you off and flopped back into bed but this time only way closer to you.

he leaned up to your face and brung his thumb up you your cheeks, helping you wipe some of the tears. as they kept flowing he began to kiss the salty droplets away then slowly moving down to your jaw then to the neck, his lips gravitating to that place you loved the most, leading you to let out a satisfied sigh.

chris rubbed up and down the side of your thick thighs before proposing, “d’ you give me permission to fuck you to sleep pretty girl”, he whispered against your neck and you quickly nodded your head while weaving your manicured nails through his shaggy locks.

“give me words”, he commands.

you barley managed to squeak out a “please”

chis almost immediately reached under one of his shirts that you wore to bed and pulled down the tiny piece of fabric that covered you and went to see how wet your were. to no one’s surprise he pulled his index and middle finger out of your folds and brought them to his mouth.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me right now, dripping all over my fingers, is this all you needed baby?”

you were at a lost for words as you squirmed under his touch til it was finally your turn to make a move. you tugged at his boxers, making them fall to his ankles after arching your back at the lack of attention to your aching pussy, “hurry baby, put it in, i need you right now” you cried out, anticipating the moment his dick got the chance to collide with your cervix.

“stop acting like a fuck brat before i treat you like one, just be patient mama”, he mumbled that last part as he picked up his dick and glided it through the layers of folds between your legs. you let out a soft moan full of pleasure as chris mimicked similar sounds. “i knew this was all you wanted, some dick to knock you right out”

you hands warped around his vainey arms placed on either side of your head as he slowly and sensually slipped himself in and out of your pussy your parted wide and eyebrows knitted together while you felt every bit of texture run through your walls. “ugh, yes baby”

he kept a slow steady pace, thrusting harder into the small hole while going to attach his lips to your own, allowing you to swallow the grunts he releases in your mouth. he went deeper and slower with each powerful thrust until he saw his bulges at the bottom of your stomach.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, chris i’m so close”, you whined and tears from pleasure started to well up. chris grabbed both of your hands interlocking your fingers together as they were brought over your head.

“mhm make a mess for me”

right on que you started to feel a knot from in the pit of your stomach just as quickly as you released your cum all over his member as chris watched the white rings of com form around his dick with drowsy half-opened eyes. shortly after he gave himself a few thrust and left ropes of cum all over your pelvis.

chris collapsed down next to you and brung your face to the crook of his neck. this time you tangled your feet with his before whispering a soft thank you, then letting slumber take over your peaceful body.

after making sure to place your bonnet back on your head, chris smirked to himself knowing he got to help you out and would get to do it all over again in the morning.

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ❪ 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ❫ ✩₊˚. ◛ ·˚ ༘ ᝰ

⁀➷┊ ‧₊˚. this is my first time writing smut ahhh idk how to feel about it rn but hope you enjoy feel free to reblog and like/comment and send in reqs

BYE LOVESSSS 🩷

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lilacargent · 5 months

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Soooo first post ever and it is because i have gone down the #humansarespaceorcs rabbit hole, and my train of thought was:

Yes humans are weird and do strange things to survive. But more specifically we do weird things to our surroundings to survive, many different things.

What if, it has been a decade or two since the humans joined what ever coalition or council of aliens that work together and as a species they are mostly well known for their ability to grow crops under the worst circumstances (soil, climate anything) ofcourse the other deathworld apex predator human traits make the rounds but over time they seem to assume we cannot surprise them anymore.

Everyone knows that if a planet is ‘owned’ by a certain species they have to pay tax to the coalition, so planets that aren’t particularly useful are undesirable.

This particular planet p-jx-5£2 has been moved around endlessly, given with trade deals to get rid of it. P-jx-5£2 is 97% water, with a very high salt level so inhabitable for all developed aliens. Even though the atmosphere is a nice oxygen base and the gravitational pull allright most for the coalition members the fast spinning moon and the planets quick pace around its sun make the water move and tides switch every 2.5 hours keeping no land dry outside of low tide.

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The tall Avian alian il’trexz was elated this day was going to be great, a trade deal with the hardy humans and getting rid of a useless money drain, they didn’t have a clue what they were signing up for!

Turning towards the much smaller bipedal species standing in front of the window looking down on the blue planet that just came into their possession the strange creature mumbled something to them selves, frowning Il’trezx asks ‘im sorry what did you say, you spoke but the translator didn’t pick it up?’ The human (Steve) turned to him away from the window ‘my apologies, i was talking to myself, i said that we had to send the dutch.’ Il’trezx looked befuddled ‘the dutch? Is that some kind of animal?’

Steve threw his head back and made a series of sounds that ruffled the Avians feathers and had he not known it was a laugh it would have made him run for the hills ‘HA I’m going to tell Andreas you said that, no the Dutch is what call people from a country on earth that specialise in these kinds of climates, they’ve been begging for a challenge since they stopped the flooding on the umavi home world.’ With feathers puffed up Il’trezx wonders ‘and they are going to do what? This is an impossible planet’ immediately clasping his beak he looks a the human to see if he seemed angry at being swindled, but to his surprise Steve just looks at him ‘hm so you believe we can’t use this planet. Allright let’s make a bet.’ Interested Il’trezx leans in closer ‘what kind of bet?’ A predatory grin spreads on the bipedal aliens face ‘if we make less of this planet than the amount of tax we have to pay over it we will cover all trade costs for this quarter, insurance, travel all of it.’ Eagerly Il’trezx starts nodding ‘but’ Steve keeps going ‘if we do make more of this planet you will do the same.’

The bet is put onto paper and the higher ups of both parties also agree. In 5 years the Avians would be back and they would balance the costs to the benefits. When they departed Il’trezx says too Steve ‘you must have a lot of faith in these “dutch” ‘ the man grins teeth bared ‘ofcourse, after all they conquered water before’

The five years pass and stories have been going around of a new energy supplier from the humans, producing enough energy to run 78% of their ships and several facilities. Nobody seems to know where it is coming from but no new pollution is measured in any of these facilities. None of this bothers the Avians, after all humans come up with new things all the time.

The five years are up and Il’trezx is invited to the planet with a group of advisors and other officials, the planet which apparently they have renamed to ‘posy’ which is supposed to be short for some kind of sea god from their olden days.

On arrival the amount of coming and going baffles them massive groups of ships docking or docked and all somehow attached to wires that run into machines.

The planets change alone was awe inspiring, two cities on opposite sides of the planet and what seems like millions of weird blades attached to high poles every where. Strange wheels and long walls between towers rising from the rapidly moving waters.

This… this was their new energy source. They somehow made a battery of this uninhabitable planet and then built a home.

On the meeting place Steve is waiting with a man slightly taller than him. Spreading his arms the smaller human says ‘welcome to Poseidon, this is Andreas our main mechanic here. He has been here with planning since orbit 1.’

After the introductions were done Andreas led the group through what they called the Northern city and showed on his device the steps it took to get a foothold and how they proceeded from there, mentioning that many of these steps his home country had used thousands of year ago to gain land from sea, and energy from the movement of water and air. They specialised in this form of terra forming and it showed.

The Avians were astounded, not having realised that there was more than one kind of way the Humans had battled their environment even beating back the waters of their world.

Without a doubt the humans had won the bet and had another legend added to their name. More and more humans showed that with the right motivation they could settle right about anywhere.

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So yea… my stupid little idea. Hopefully someone will enjoy it. I just liked the idea of specific cultures and stuff. specialising in certain things.

Edit: im amazed people seem to like it! If people have ideas or other cultures they think would baffle aliens, im certainly willing to try and write something

#humans are space orcs #humans in space #humans are space oddities

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octoberautumnbox · 4 months

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Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

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Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

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You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

#lee chaeyeon smut #chaeyeon smut #girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut

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ugotcooneycrossed · 8 months

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get her back! • leah williamson

w/c: ~1.2k

leah williamson is the most frustrating person you've ever met in you're entire life- and you are without a doubt, 100% infatuated with her

a/n: inspired by the idea that boyfriend leah would be so toxic and iwl id happily accept it

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you’re on a trip with some of the united girls in ibiza- an after-season holiday before the world cup, which turns into you being dragged through crowds and running into what seems like the entire super league.

you properly meet leah there- you’ve crossed paths before in the season of course, it’s hard not to, when you’re trying to score and the blonde absolutely bodies you out of nowhere.

and much like during games- she crashes into you, only this time her drink spills all down your front, and her hands reach out to grip your arms to stop you from falling back.

“sorry ‘bout that sweetheart.”

she’s smiling at you while she says it- eyeing you up and down, her eyes twinkling with something. and your brain short circuits at the sound of her voice- your mouth going dry at the sight of her abs on full display.

“hey- you play for united yeah?”

all you manage is a nod- brain too preoccupied with the way her thumb brushes your arm occasionally.

“cool- i’ll see you around.”

she winks at you and disappears into the crowd again.

you stare after her- mouth open slightly and cheeks flushed.

“what are you doing standing there like a fish mate?”

Tooney jumps on your back- her arm wrapping around your neck.

“ewww- you’re all sticky too, what’s wrong with you?”

“Tooney- i think im in love.”

you’re out at dinner with the girls later that night- and they’re all having the time of their lives making fun of you for your little crush on the England captain.

“you know- if you wanted to make the senior team so bad, sleeping with the captain is a sure-fire way to do it.”

Ella and Mary high-five- their laughs booming, as they fall off their chairs, while you slink further down into your own.

“you know- i really, really regret telling you this.”

the two ignore you- too busy laughing, getting louder and louder the more you complain.

Alessia pats your thigh, smiling at you sympathetically.

A voice calls out over Mary and Ella’s laughing.

“right- what’s so funny then?”

Leah appears on the other side of the table- arms folded over her chest, and eyebrow quirked up in question at the two rolling around on the ground.

“nothing!”

you’re quick to interject, shouting way too loudly and averting your eyes from everyone when they stare at you.

“hey lee!”

Alessia gets out of her chair to hug the older girl, and the others follow her lead.

you stay in your chair though- eyes on your lap, hands gripping the chairs armrests.

you can feel eyes burning into you and you get up- announcing to everyone you’ll be at the bar.

you take a moment to catch your breath as you walk over, giving the bar tender your order and fumbling around for your card.

when you go to tap your card to pay for your drink, a hand reaches out before you can- a sleek black card shines at you and you follow the arm to see the face of leah williamson, smirking at you.

you finally look at her, she’s dressed in a black suit- her shirt barely buttoned, sleeves rolled up, ring clad fingers twirling her card.

“what’s your poison?”

“huh?”

she nods to the drink in your hand.

“oh- uh-“

she cuts you off before you can speak.

“i’m more of a whiskey girl myself, I must say.”

you nod fiddling with your drink.

“what’s your name anyway?”

Leah looks at you up and down- taking a sip of her drink.

“(y/n).”

“cute- look i’ll be honest, i find you very attractive, so, want to come back to my room?”

you wake up the next morning to a shirt being chucked at your head, taking it off you see leah lent against the doorframe, brushing her teeth.

“you should probably go soon.”

she disappears back into the hall without another word, and you throw your hands over your face groaning.

you’ve dug yourself into a grave- and every time you think of Leah- it gets deeper, and deeper.

well, maybe not when you think of her- ‘cause you’d have definitely fallen through to the other side of the world by now. but when you think too much about her- it some-how spirals into you sending her a text, and Alessia’s disappointed face as you abandon whatever you were doing in favour of ‘just one more kiss.’

stupid leah- with her stupid smirk, and her stupid voice, and the stupid way she knows exactly where to kiss you to make you weak in the knees.

stupid leah, and her stupid car, picking up stupid you.

“i hate her!”

thrashing around on top of Alessia’s bed you grab her pillow to scream into.

“do you?”

“yes! i do! she’s so frustrating. one minute she tells me i’m the ‘only one’- then i find her making out with other girls?! she only ever calls me when she wants something! i tried to tell her Lessi i promise- but when she does that stupid little smirk- oh my god! i can’t take it!”

“then why keep going back to her?”

you don’t make the squad for the world cup- it’s not exactly a surprise but it still stings a little. another year of “oh, it’s all right.” and “next year you got it!”

swallowing down the hurt you end up going out with the girls to celebrate anyway- throwing your arms over Alessia and Mary you kiss their cheeks.

you're about two drinks and four shots in- when you’ve been left alone at a booth, with no supervision you pull out your phone and text leah.

you hear a voice clear their throat- and you blearily make out Alessia in front of you.

“don’t tell me you texted her?”

“… no?”

“i hate you.”

your breathy voice wavers- brain foggy with the way leah attacks your neck, the older girl’s hands gripping you- one hand tangled in your hair, the other holding your hands together, pushing and pulling you in any direction she pleases. her lips curl into a smirk against your neck and she stops kissing you, and pushes you completely away from her.

“hate me huh? guess we can stop this.”

“no.”

“no?”

you glare at the shit-eating grin spreading on her face- grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking her closer to you.

“no.”

leah is fuming, and you’re loving it.

with mostly everyone gone in Australia- you’ve gravitated more to the blonde, much to Alessia’s disappointment, when she saw both of you making out in the back of Alex’s story one night.

tonight though- you’ve been flirting with this one girl, running your hands up her arms, giggling and squeezing her biceps.

you can see leah in the back- jaw clenched, her angry pout fixed on her face.

you don’t even know the other girls name- you just know she’s helping you make leah very, very jealous.

when you go to the toilets- leah follows behind you, slipping in and pushing you against the door.

she doesn’t speak- only gripping your face with one hand and shoving it to the side, while the other feels you up, she attacks your neck, sucking and biting.

“shut up.”

you smile.

"i didn't even say anything."

you wake up the next morning alone again- your neck mauled and dignity only slightly gone.

you find a note on your bathroom mirror.

‘you’re mine. don’t forget it.’ – l.w

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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kissohee · 5 months

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Hi, can you do a one shot of overstimulation or dry humoing with anton pleaseee💓💓

sub!anton x gn!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 522 ☆ mdni! warnings; overstimulation, crying, use of good boy, hes sensitive a/n; wasnt sure if u wanted anton to be overstimmed or reader overstimmed but i landed on anton, so im really sorry if that isnt what u wanted 😭

"Please.." He begged, eyes glossy as he searched for yours, "I can't- N-no more.. Please." Your hand making repeated circles on his cock, focusing on his tip as you watched his chest rise and fall. "Anton, I know you have more in you." He shakes his head, placing a hand on yours to slow your movements. "I'm sorry... Pleas-" He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just knows that he's begging for something. He knew he was wrong when he kept bothering you while you were working on an essay. He knew he was, but he did it anyways. He knew you needed to get it done but he needed you as well. So he kept bothering you, until you snapped. If he wanted to cum, you were going to make him cum so much he'd be seeing stars. At first it was good, a very enjoyable hand job he enjoyed more than he'd like to admit. Then a blowjob, it seemed to be his lucky day! But then you wouldn't stop.. Was he going crazy? He could swear he was. He had already cum 2 times, why weren't you stopping? "I was busy Anton," Your voice stern, not removing your hand from his cock, "You kept bothering me." "I-I'm sorry..." He repeats, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes, He was sensitive. You knew this. 2 times was already a lot for him, and he could tell from the look on your face that no matter how many times he could beg, it would do him no good. "Sorry for what?" You asked him, wanting him to say it himself. "For dis-disturbing you." His hips twitch at your movements, "Really- I'm sorry..." You softly remove the hair from his face so you can see him clearly, and when he closes his eyes, the tears finally falling down his face. You remove your hand from his cock to wipe them, focusing on his cock again after. The wetness from his tears making him shiver. He moans out when you drag your thumb across his slit, taking notice in the way his fists ball up. His lips wet from how much he was biting on them. "Close?" He didn't want to answer. If he answered, you might stop and he's too far into this to want you to stop. But even if he didn't tell you, you could already tell he was. "Do you wanna cum again.?" You give him a small smile, almost teasingly, your hand motions becoming unpredictable as you sped up and slowed down sporadically. He nods his head with as little energy as he could find in himself, throwing his head back when you helped him get closer and closer. His cock twitched in your hand, small streams of cum leaving him as he held onto your hand, squeezing it hard on accident. More tears fell from his eyes, unable to control the lump in his throat as it turned into full on bawling. "My good boy," You gently patted the top of his head, his cock soft in your head. "One more, baby?"

short, im sorry 😓

#𐙚 anonies #riize smut #riize x reader #anton smut #anton x reader #𐙚 riize talk

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sluts4matt · 2 months

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CLASS PROJECT

pairing: soft!nate x latina!reader

summary: nate had always been distracting, you knew that, but you didn't realize how distracting he was until you got paired with him for your final project of the semester and couldn't seem to actually focus on it.

warnings: SMUT, swearing, making out, oral (female receiving), fingering, pet names (use of the words ma and princess), no actual p in v in this one.

word count: 2449

author's note: im a matt girl i swear but guys nate’s boston accent 😍😍

you had been paying attention all of class, or so you thought until the teacher called your name and your head shot up, you're eyes shooting wide. "did you hear what i said?" she asked, her hands on her hips as she looked at you expectedly.

you shook your head, looking down bashfully, "no ma'am," you admitted. she sighed, making a tsking sound before repeating herself, "i just assigned a group project for your final, i need you to partner up with nate," she said, causing you to look to your side.

the boys blue eyes were already on you as he gave you a small smile. you looked back at the teacher nodding your head before the bell rang. people started packing up as the teacher sighed, "the bell doesn't dismiss you, i do," which earned eye rolls and groans from students.

"see you tomorrow everyone, i'm expecting to hear that you guys have come up with great plans for this final," she called as people walked out.

you packed up your things, waiting patiently for nate to grab his stuff. he turned to you, his eyes shining, "my house or yours?" he asked, digging around his pocket for his keys as you did the same thing, digging around in your bag for your own.

"mine," you replied, pulling your keys out finally. he followed as you walked out of the classroom going towards the big double doors at the front of the school. "should i follow you? or do you want to send me your address?" he asked, making you stop in place.

the realization that nate didn't actually know where you lived settling in. you grabbed a pen from the side pocket of your bag, swiftly grabbing his arm, and flipping it over to write your address across his pale flesh. "there, now i'll see you in 20," you said, before turning and heading to your car.

nate showed up at your house 5 minutes earlier than you had told him, his hair slightly damp and messy. you tilted your head at him, making a small tsking noise, "gonna have to teach you how to be punctual with your time," you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully.

"sorry for being early," he said, his tone mocking your own. you turned, walking away as you let him in. your mom came from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.

"you must be nate," she smiled, her cuban accent thick and her eyes a dark brown, different than your own green ones you had received from your fathers genes. "yes ma'am," he smiled politely, nodding his head as he took her hand in his own shaking it.

she let him go, waving her hand, "nonsense, no need to call me ma'am, makes me feel old, my name is naomi," she said, her tone soft and inviting.

"well, thank you for having me naomi," he smiled, his cheeks dimpling cutely. "oh of course, mi casa es su casa," she said, turning and heading back to the kitchen. "your mom seems nice," nate stated, looking down at the girl who was watching her mom go back to the kitchen with a furrowed expression.

"yeah, sure," you mumbled, turning towards the stairs, "come on." nate followed behind you as you ascended the stairs, stopping outside your room.

you pushed open the door, your eyes landing on the unmade bed and clothes scattered on the floor, "sorry about the mess," you said, stepping in and immediately picking up the scattered close.

"my rooms probably worse to be honest," he chuckled, giving you an amused look as he watched you scurry to clean it slightly. he couldn't help his nose as he picked up the subtle smell of weed and mint, something he wasn't used to but didn't hate.

"ok, it's better," you said, straightening up and taking in a deep breath. "my rooms not normally messy," you say with a timid smile, "i was just in a rush this morning," you say, turning and walking to your desk.

"it's fine, don't worry about it," he said, plopping down onto your bed. "okay, the big question is, what are we doing this project on?" you mumble, flipping through your history book.

you didn't even notice nates eyes on you, his mind racing with a million thoughts. you were gorgeous, a fact that had been established in middle school, the way your curls cascaded flawlessly down your back. he would be lying if he said he didn't use to count your freckles when you weren't paying attention.

his eyes would trail down your tan skin, wanting to be able to touch it innocently, just to feel if it's as soft as he thinks it is. your eyes were a beautiful shade of green, something that always caught his attention. your lips were full, always painted in a sheer red, pink, or purple gloss that he found himself wanting to taste.

you were the embodiment of perfection, or at least he thought so. the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you carried yourself, the way you made friends easily and never really got in trouble, always doing the right thing. he was always jealous of the people who got to call themselves your friend, not having the guts to walk up and start an actual conversation with you.

"don't know, wasn't actually paying attention," he shrugged, nonchalantly, bringing a hand through his golden locks. "that's helpful," you huffed, looking over at him, "guess we're winging it," you gulped, already repeating the words 'i'll get a good grade on this' in your head over and over.

"guess so," he nodded, pulling a random bucket you had in your room over next to your desk chair. he rested his elbow on your desk, his chin going into his palm as he looked a the text book sprawled out in front of the two of you.

"maybe we can talk about the civil war," he said, his eyes squinting at the page as he tried to read the words. "maybe," you said with a frown, "would be mediocre though," you sighed, resting your face in your hands.

nate chuckled, watching you groan, "we'll think of something," he said, "we still have all month," he reminded, watching as your face changed from frustration to something else, something more relaxed.

"yeah, i guess," you sighed, pushing the textbook away and grabbing a notebook, "we should at least make a timeline, and list topics we can talk about," you suggested. "yeah, why not," he shrugged, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils dilating as he watched your lips purse together, something you always did when you were thinking.

you wrote a bunch of different topics, things to talk about, and important dates that nate had forgotten.

an hour passed and nate had been more of a distraction then he had help, not that he wasn't helping every once in a while.

his eyes were still on your face as you tapped your pen against the paper, his mind thinking of a hundred dirty things that he shouldn't have been. "you're staring," you stated, looking up at him, his blue eyes darting back to your green ones. "my bad," he shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips.

"what's got you so distracted," you asked, tilting your head slightly. "you," he shrugged, watching your expression go from confused to intrigued, your lips forming a small pout, making him bite his bottom lip.

"oh yeah?" you asked, your eyebrows raising slightly, "what about me?" you questioned, closing the notebook, and tossing the pen onto your desk, giving him your undivided attention as you turned towards him.

"you're just a very distracting person," he said, leaning closer to you. you let out a small laugh, "how am i distracting?" you asked, your eyes flickering to his lips for a second, making nate grin.

"do you really want me to tell you, or do you just want me to show you?" he asked, his eyes going half lidded as he watched your lips part, the tip of your tongue running over your bottom lip, making him clench his jaw.

"show me," you said, barely above a whisper, leaning closer to him. he didn't need anymore invitation as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your waist, bringing you closer.

the kiss was innocent, at first, both of you testing the waters, feeling each other out. your lips were just as soft as nate imagined they were, his large hands pulling you into his lap, his chest pressing against yours.

the kiss turned heated, your guys' tongues sliding together. his hands finding there way under the fabric of your shirt, feeling the skin on your back. he softly brought his hands up just to gently run his nails down.

you whimpered, the feeling of his blunt nails on your back sending shockwaves through you, goosebumps forming. nate pulled away, looking at you as you panted, his eyes dark, pupils blown. "i think i like kissing you," you breathed out, making him chuckle, "i think i do too," he mumbled, connecting his lips to yours again.

this time the kiss was hot, nates tongue exploring your mouth, his hands trailing up your sides, his thumbs just under your breast. he pulled away, attaching his lips to the spot right under your ear. you let out a gasp, your eyes going wide at the sensation.

"nate," you whispered, as his lips sucked the spot on your neck. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. you felt him grin against your neck, his teeth gently grazing over the area he had just sucked, making you whimper.

his hands found the hem of your shirt, "is this okay?" he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering kisses along the column of your throat. "mhm," you breathe, nodding your head.

he didn't need anymore confirmation as he pulled the fabric off of your body, his eyes immediately going to your chest, a red lacy bra, with a bow in the center holding the two mounds on your chest together. "so pretty, ma," he said, his voice deep, sending heat between your legs.

he didn't waste time in unhooking the material, tossing it to the floor. his lips found their way to the newly exposed skin, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his hand showing the other one love as his fingers tugged and twisted at the pink bud.

you were a panting mess above him, your hands tangled in his hair as he worshiped your body. he released your nipple with a pop, his eyes connecting with yours. "lay back for me," he mumbled, watching as you complied, laying down on the bed, the cold sheets touching your warm back.

he hovered over you, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your body. he stopped right at the hem of your shorts, his hands undoing the button and zipper, quickly pulling them down your legs.

he licked his lips, seeing the red lace that matched your bra, a damp spot in the middle, his mouth watered. "can i eat you out, pretty girl?" he asked, looking up at you, his blue eyes dark with lust.

"please," you whimpered, making him smirk. "such a nice girl, using your manners," he said, leaning down and nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs. you let out a small whine, watching as his lips made a trail to where you needed him most.

he left open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, before he pulled the red fabric to the side. he licked a fat stripe up your slit, causing your hips to buck. he chuckled, placing his large hand on your stomach, and pinning you down, his fingers digging into the flesh.

"don't move, princess," he commanded, his tongue lapping up the juices that were spilling from your core. his tongue flicked over your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the small bud. one of your hands flew to his hair while the other flew to your mouth, trying to silence the moans coming from your lips.

"want to hear you baby," he mumbled, releasing your clit, and plunging two of his long fingers into your tight cunt. your head flew back, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers curled inside of you. "fuck, nate," you breathed, "my m- fuck," you cut yourself of with a whine.

"moms h-home," you panted, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, curling just right to hit that spot inside of you. "don't care," he said, his teeth gently nibbling at your sensitive clit.

your walls clenched around his fingers, causing him to let out a groan. he pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the room, "such a sloppy cunt, you gonna cum for me?" he asked, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves, "going to be a good girl, and cum for me?" he questioned.

"fuck, nate, i- fuck, m'cumming," you cried, your legs shaking as his fingers and tongue worked in sync, his free hand moving up to tweak at your nipple. you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten, your toes curling.

"there we go, cum for me baby," he encouraged, watching as you came undone around his fingers, your juices flowing out of you and onto his hand.

"fuck, so pretty, coming on my fingers," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he worked you through your high. once your breathing went back to normal, he pulled his fingers out, he kept his eyes trained on you as he stuck them in his mouth, cleaning them, then pulling them back with a 'pop'.

"rags?" he asked, his hands rubbing over your thighs as he watched your legs shake. "bathroom," you mumble, pointing to your bathroom door. he disappeared for a minute before coming back, a white wash cloth in his hand.

his feet carried him back over to your bed, kneeling in between your legs as he swept the fabric between your thighs, cleaning the mess. once he was done, he tossed it into your hamper, making his way back onto the bed.

"you doing okay?" he asked, laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, his elbow on the mattress. "mm, better than okay," you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at him.

he smiled, his dimples showing, "glad i could be of assistance," he smirked, making you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully.

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sant-riley · 6 months

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Domestic Simon Riley? 👀 -🪴

[With you] [Simon 'Ghost' Riley domestic headcanons]

(Romantic Ghost x Reader)

Summary: Simon is your disconcerning boyfriend, to most people it seems as if he'd be incapable of gentle touches and affection, you know better though.

More info: You're apart of 141, no one knows you two are dating, you are younger than him and are shorter than him in this.

Warnings: usage of the word Girl once but it is more geared towards fem! (This is so fucking self indulgent im sorry) possibly ooc for Ghost (idc tbh) , do these even count as domestic? Idk ive never dated someone, nothing else that I know of but do let me know if there is anything that needs to be tagged!

Ghost is so painfully subtle in public with the way he treats you, he'll never outwardly do anything romantic but his actions and how he looks at you while he does it makes people pause.

In your own quarters or homes though, its different.

He's extremely attentive to you, your wants, your needs, your dislikes, he knows it all, he classifies it as important as missions. Simon didn't have a good father growing up, he didn't get to see what a good husband was supposed to be like, he's learning from the bottom up and he takes it seriously.

You'll never have to ask him to make breakfast, he's always up before you and has it cooked on the table with your drink.

Knows exactly when it's the time you wake up, and if he's able he'll go wake you up personally, brushing your hair out of your face and gently running his fingers through to detangle it from your sleeping.

Despite how cute you are sleeping in just his large hoodie, he won't let you sleep in, y'all got stuff to do.

He'll pick you up and bring you down to the table, pressing a kiss to your temple, if that doesn't wake you up (you usually will look up for a real kiss), he isn't afraid to grab your face in one hand and just, smoosh your face, he knows you hate it but it's gonna wake you up bc you're trying to slap his hand away.

He sits across from you, but reaches out one arm across the table with his palm facing up so you can grab it whenever, he likes it when you play with his hands.

Don't get me started on Simon and washing dishes, he always takes over washing duty and let's you dry ‘em. But every other time, he's gonna let his hands stay wet and will tell you to “think fast” and flick water over you (if you truly hate it, he'll stop though)

you know that saying of peeling oranges? He's the biggest proof that there is somewhere out there that will do it for you without question. Doesn't matter what it is, if you don't prefer driving, he has no complaints about driving you everywhere, if you don't like washing your hair? Just tell him what products and what order you use them in, just sit there and relax.

If you wear makeup and you're too tired to take it off yourself, he'll do it for you and it makes me emotional.

In your shared bathroom, he sets you on top the counter and uses one hand to gently grab your chin, taking the remover and firmly rubbing off your eyeshadow/eyeliner/blush/etc, afterwards he'll murmer a “that's my girl.” (He loves you with or without makeup, but he loves you for you, doesn't matter which you choose to do that day or any day)

He covers the corners of the meeting tables when you bend down to grab at the pen you dropped, it's just second nature for him to protect you from hurting yourself. He's yanked you from the street, picked you up just with one arm to make sure you don't walk into something gross on the street, gotten in front of strangers who try and get in your face for something. His body completely covers your own, and he always has weapons on his person, he isn't afraid to resort to maiming someone for you, you're his number one priority.

Simon loves having you sleep on top of him, he finds the weight a good reminder that you're there, you're not going anywhere if you do, he'll notice right away. If you get up to go to the kitchen, he'll sleepily follow you and just stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time til you realize he's there. He'll make fun of you too “You should know ‘m right here, what kind of soldier isn't aware-” “Simon, I'm literally in just a bra and boxers right now.”

He demands your attention, this is one he'll do on bass in front of others bc technically he can get a with it. You're next to a recruit he doesn't like? Suddenly there's papers on a recent mission he needs your signature on, or he needs you for special 141 training reasons (he wants you to come with him to the dining hall, he's hungry and he doesn't want to go alone)

Dude stands right up against your back, in every scenario. His chest is probably an inch away from your back. He's playfully called your shadow by Price and the rest of the guys.

He grabs your hips alot, usually just to rest his hands there, occasionally rubbing small circles into the flesh, humming.

Simon will try and subtly leave as well if you leave the room, he gives it 10 minutes before he makes his way out to find wherever you wandered off too

Price finds it fucking hilarious, he'll look down at his watch and mentally countdown to when Simon makes his escape. Simon can fool most people but not John, the way Ghost will tap his foot and roll his shoulders are tell tale signs that he's had enough of being there.

He'll dance if you want him to, though he simply sways with you in his arms, if you're of a specific culture, he'll try his best to learn it but no promises, while he is fast learner and perfects everything he does, he's a big man, he's not that graceful.

Without thinking if he sees you're cold, he's stripping off his jacket to give it to you, he doesn't ask, he just moves behind you to drape it over your shoulders.

He'll take off his mask with you, and let you trace the scars that litter his face, let you trace his features too, he's fallen asleep to you doing it and he doesn't know how much you cried silently when he did.

Simon practices new jokes on you, to get your opinion of them until he can tell the others, the louder you groan the better the joke is in his eyes.

Soap asks why you don't even react anymore and you just sigh. You are tired.

When he's especially annoyed and done with the day, he just shoves his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a death grip while he takes deep breaths, in the least weird possible, your scent and body so close to him helps him destress.

One thing he makes a huge point to do is to clean your guns for you, yes you should do it yourself but ever since y'all have gotten together, he's taken it upon himself.

He's scared, more scared than anything that something will go wrong when you're both not on the same mission, this is just a way he can ensure your gun will fire correctly and efficiently, that you can defend yourself when he isn't there.

Speaking of weapons, he gives you one of his personal knives for you to keep, he'll ask for it back only to sharpen it, everything has to stay in its best shape.

Likes when you drape yourself over him when he's sitting, alas he is just a man so he likes to feel your chest against his back.

Pulls you into his lap if you walk by, he'll let you get up if you truly want to but he'll position you to sit sideways and will rub your legs as he watches whatever is on the TV.

For anyone who has arthritis, Ghost will take the time to rub your ointments into your hands, he knows what weather makes then worse and keeps his own tube of it onhand so he's prepared.

He's always buying you things, he knows that it's not necessary but for him, it sees it as ‘if for some reason I fail at something else, at least I can provide this’ someone hug him he's fighting for his life.

Stocks up on every single essential you can ever need, your comfort food and snacks? Always on base and always at your flat, if you two are walking around the shoppes and he sees you eyeball anything, bet your ass he's going online to order it for you immediately, and when it shows up, he just shrugs. He doesn't see it as a big deal, it's just money. Which is very cute but also a ps5 is NOT cheap sir, you can't just-

#ghost <3 #kayla writes <3 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #call of duty headcanons #cod headcanons #call of duty x reader #call of duty #kayla asks <3 #fem reader

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luvyeni · 1 year

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Could you make a fic abt perv heeseung ?

THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN; LEE HEESEUNG

pairings. perv!heeseung x fem!reader

wc. 0.7k

warnings. both heeseung and reader are pervets, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, mentions of sex

authors note. i'm gonna slowly start writing longer fic request, i'll just take my time , so i won't stress myself out again <3

i hope you like it <3

heeseung gets caught being gross on the train , but you don't seem to mind , at all.

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"s..shit." heeseung palmed at his hard cock through his jeans , he felt gross , he shouldn't be doing this , he shouldn't be palming his cock to watching the pretty girl asleep across from him.

he was gonna to ignore you , his headphones already on , ready to pretend you weren't there, but you moved in your sleep , your skirt riding up , revealing your plush thighs. that made heeseung's head spin , and next thing he knows he grinding against his hand , eyes glued to your thighs.

he was so caught up in his own world , he hadn't realized that you had been awake the whole time rubbing your thighs together trying not to moan, your panties sticky as you pretended to be sleep. you watched him palm his cock to your thighs, you felt bad for him , he had been at it for like 10 minutes, and he still hadn't came.

you guys finally made eye contact when you decided to just open your eyes , staring directly at him. "shit." he quickly tried to remove his hand , not knowing you were watching him. "i..im sorry." he was embarrassed , but you just eyed his hard cock.

"it's been at it for 10 minutes and you're still hard, poor you. " you pouted.

his eyes went wide. "w..what?" he stuttered , had you been watching him? like you could read his mind , you spoke up, "you've been grinding against your hand , looking at me like a pervert for ten minutes , and you haven't came yet , you must be struggling." he doesn't know if it's because the way you're talk talking to him , or the fact that you've been watching him do it for that long letting him do it , but it turned him on even more.

you stuck your head out to see if anyone was near , closing the small curtain , climbing over to his side, sitting next to him. "let me help you." you raked your nails over his jeans , unbuckling them , his hips lifting some so you could pull them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him slowly.

"f..fuck."

he bucked up into your hand , trying not to be loud , it was only a curtain that was blocking you from the outside , but all that flew out the window, when you bent down , spitting on his cock , putting his tip to your mouth, sucking on in.

"f..fuck , you don- oh my god." he moaned as you took him all the way into your mouth , his tip hitting the back on your throat, you gagged around him. "shit- you're just as nasty as i am." he groaned his head thrown against the seat.

his hand came to your hair , making a makeshift ponytail , maneuvering your head up and down , forcing you to take him all the way down your throat. "fu..fuck." he bucked up into your mouth. "that's it -shit- im gonna cum soon."

he roughly fucked up into your face a few times , trying to reach his high. "shit shit shit." he pushed your head down to his your pubic bone, hilting your movements , as he painted your throat with his cum. "fuck- that's it, take it." he road out his high.

he released your hair , letting you come up for air, his cum still in your mouth, wiping the spit and extra cum off your lips. "i hope i wasn't too rough." he reached in his bag for a tissue , but his eyes widened when you swallowed his cum , licking the excess off your fingers. "shit." you laughed at his shocked face.

"you dry humped your hand to a strangers thighs for 10 mintues and then let them suck you off on a train and that's what shocks you." you tool the tissue, wiping your tear stained face. "it's not like you stopped me, you watched you're a pervert too." he said.

"that you're right, what's your name?" you said , even if was a few steps to late. "heeseung." you pulled your phone out your bag. "well heeseung it looks like we're both going to seoul , give me your number , you obviously owe me." you said. "what you thought i'd suck you off and not get anything in return, you can at least take me for coffee." he smirked taking your phone, putting his number in, whispering in your ear.

"how about i take you out for coffee then fuck you in the cafe bathroom."

©️LUVYENI

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen headcanons #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung headcanons

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g4yforethan · 9 months

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pairing: peter parker x male!reader

summary: peter sneaks into reader's room for a steamy night ;)

warnings: top!peter, bottom!reader, smut, cursing

a/n: i love andrew garfield so much and im pissed they didn’t do more with his version of spider-man :(

it was a rainy night in downtown New York and you were in your room finishing up the rest of your chemistry homework. you were halfway through your notes when all of a sudden, you hear a knock on your window. it startled you so you went out to the window to check. facing across the glass window, it was peter in his spider suit drenched in rain. you open it and let him in. "peter oh my god are you okay?" he took his mask off and noticed that he had bruises across his face. "oh yeah just a little issue with a robber a few blocks down." "well here lemme get you a towel." you dry his hair for him and get a bandage for his cut.

"are your parents home tonight?" "uhh no not tonight. they're away on a business trip in new jersey until monday." he seemed delighted to hear this and had a mischievous look on his face. "what? what are you tryna do?" "i mean i was kinda wondering if i was able to stay the night with you.probably do a little more since you're home alone." you blushed considering you were open to the idea. peter gets closer to you and pulls you in for a kiss. you get ahold of his waist as he does your neck as you two leave passionate kisses on each other's lips. you both pause for a moment to breathe. "peter..." he looks at you."yeah baby." "fuck me please." you say this with a look in your eyes that turns peter on even more. "i gotchu baby boy."

the two of you race to get your clothes off and kiss while doing so. you start to reach down and kiss and tease his dick while makes him moan in pleasure. he grabs onto your hair the entire time shoving his dick down your throat. "stop, stop i'm gonna-" you stop and peter tells you to get on all fours. you do so as he smacks your ass and begins to rim your hole. his tounge runs up and down your ass as he jerks you off simotanuelosy. he does this for a few minutes before he taps your hole with his dick. he teases you before going in with slow and deep strokes. each stroke became more passionate and intense as he went faster and grabbed onto your hair. "you like that baby?" "yes peter fuck." "good boy. take my dick."

he lays you on your back and grabs your legs as he sticks his dick back inside you. there, you felt his dick hit your g-spot even harder and you started to roll your eyes back. peter starts to leave hickies all across your neck and chest as you leave scratches all over his back. you moan in his ear telling him how good his dick was. he starts to jerk you off at a high pace and you were ready. "peter i'm gonna- i'm gonna-" you moan as you release a substance you were quite familiar with all over your stomach. without skipping a beat, peter cums as well leaving it on your stomach and face. "stomach i'm fine with but the face. really peter?" he laughed and gave you a kiss. "i'm sorry baby. it was in the moment."

you both clean up and put on pajamas and lay in bed. you give peter another kiss as you lay your head on his shoulder. you put on a movie, specifically back to the future since peter insisted you watch this "80s cult-classic." the rain downgraded to a light drizzle and the setting was comforting now that you were in bed with your boyfriend. you give peter another kiss as he brings you in closer so that your body is almost on top of him. "so uh how long are your parents gonna be gone." "until monday. why?" "oh nothing just wondering. it's gonna be a hot weekend though." you laughed and snuggled next to him.

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