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kamospeach · 2 days ago

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save it all for the right one .ᐟ

plot: yuji spends the day with unckuna and his favorite girl

content warning: lil smut to start off, mating press, more smut at the end, doggy, breeding, cum eating, choking

peachy's yap: wc 2k .ᐟ i love anything revolving around sukuna being a uncle to yuji. might do one where yuji is older ! kinda short because it's basically a crack fic.

mornings were the best time for sukuna to get a nut off. you laid next to him naked doing nothing in particular. but it was just enough for his dick to get rock hard and leak precum. he would nudge your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"you up?" he asked pulling your eyelid up and looking at you and you sighed.

"i am now ryo..." you said with an annoyed tone and he smirked pulling the covers up.

"look how hard i am baby... can i just slip it in. i promise to be gentle," he asked and you were a sucker for sukuna asking politely. even if you did know it was a lie and 10 minutes later he'd be pounding into you. your knees on the sides of your head as his thick pounded into you.

"ryo y...you said you'd be gentle," you whined and sukuna hummed in your ear. you attempted to slow his thrust by pushing his thigh. but you stopped nothing as sukuna was relentlessly bullying your poor pussy.

"i can't help it ma, you look so good when you wake up," he grunted close to his finish. his dirty words pushed you closer and closer to yours. "shit i feel you, i feel you cum on my dick." he moaned feeling your walls clench around him letting him know you were close. he made one last exaggerated thrust and you whined as you came.

"nghh ryooo~," you yelped as sukuna's phone rang. he stilled inside you as you looked at the clock and he checked his phone. it was 8 am... you both looked back at each other realization hitting you both. you agreed to babysit yuji today.

next thing you knew the doorbell rang back to back either jin being childish or yuji eager to see his uncle kuna. sukuna quickly pulled out of you, although frustrated he had to keep his promise. even if he did want a nut he loved yuji way more than his pleasure. you came so that means both people he loved would be satisfied.

you stood up slipped on a bra and panties grabbing appropriate clothing. after you slipped on sukuna's sweatshirt you ran downstairs. you wanted to say hi to jin as well the brothers sat on the couch as yuji laid on the floor wheeling his car. hearing your footsteps he was the first to notice your presence.

"teetee!" he yelled running to you and you picked him up playfully kissing all over his face.

"hello my baby." you smiled walking over to sukuna and his brother. sukuna gave you a nasty side eye as you played with yuji. the three of you engaged in conversation until it was time for jin to leave.

"uncle kuna, what are we doing today?" yuji asked sitting on your lap.

"for one you can get off my girlfriend," he said and yuji tilted his head to the side not exactly sure who he was talking about.

whoo?" he said turning his head to look up at you "my teetee is your girlfriend?" he asked genuinely confused it looked like his poor head was spinning.

"you didn't know that yuji?" you asked and she shook his head. "well... anyways i was thinking we could go to the amusement park."

"yes! i want to ride the alligator ride!" yuji screamed jumping off your lap and running to grab his backpack. "i kept telling daddy but he kept telling me to wait."

"cause your uncle kuna wanted to take you." you laugh looking at sukuna whose face turned pink as he looked away.

"don't tell the brat that he'll be asking to go again," he complained knowing if yuji asked to go anywhere sukuna would take him. that's just the type of person sukuna was, he loved but not outwardly. he definitely thought he was slick.

"uncle kuna can i have a churro," he asked struggling to put on his human earthworm backpack and you helped him. (y'all weren't leaving for another hour and a half)

and just like he asked yuji ran through the park with a churro. his leash only let him go so far as sukuna held it tightly. you looked at the two laughing at the way he gripped the handle.

"you did not need to get a leash." you shook your head and sukuna side eyed you. turning his chin up at you like a snooty mother.

"don't you see the way he's running off? you think i didn't need a leash?" he scoffed as yuji ran trying to pull sukuna behind him. "plus it's an alligator leash." he smiled at you, his canines showing which made you feel some type of way. you had to shake your head to rid your brain of the nasty thoughts.

"whatever." you waved him off as you both pulled up to the alligator ride yuji was so desperate to ride.

"i'm not riding this shit... it's childish." sukuna scoffed and you frowned not liking his attitude.

"it's not childish." you defended and sukuna didn't agree with you not one bit. "oh i get it now... you don't want to ride it because you're scared." you said in fake realization and sukuna looked at you in bewilderment.

"me? scared of a kid's ride? never. matter of fact i'll prove it." he said as you made it to the front and you all got in sitting with each other. sukuna had his arm crossed the entire time as the workers locked the seats.

"you're leaving in 3...2...1! have a good ride!" the attendant yelled as the alligator-shaped ride zoomed off. the ride went up an incline to which sukuna rolled his eyes and called it puny. arms still crossed as the ride hit the drop. you and yuji screamed as the thrill rushed.

unexpectedly the ride hit a sharp turn and sukuna grabbed the handlebars. out of nowhere, the ride went completely sideways and sukuna yelled.

"what the fuckkk!" he yelled as the ride stayed sideways for a while. the ride continued speeding off and sukuna yelled again. "what kind of kid's ride does!"

"sukuna shut up!" you said as the ride finished and you stopped in the station. he was embarrassing you with his loud screaming.

"no this is a fucking death trap!" he yelled as the seats unlocked and grabbed yuji. he was acting like a mom who complained about everything. "we're never coming back here!" he yelled carrying yuji over his shoulder. he lifted his head and waved at the workers at the ride.

"bye!" he smiled happily not understanding what his uncle did.

"sukuna you cussed around all those kids," you whispered and sukuna snorted.

"you think i care when they almost killed my nephew," he said holding yuji in his arm storming off from the ride. yuji just rode on sukuna's shoulder loving being upside down. while sukuna yelled about suing the park yuji had his arms out feet kicking as he pretended to be a superhero.

you were embarrassed that sukuna was making a scene because the ride scared him. yuji had fun and that's all that mattered but he swore up and down they tried to 'kill his nephew'. after some convincing sukuna finally shut up, and the three of you sat at a table eating. yuji licking at an ice cream cone while sukuna at chicken strips gives you a side-eye.

"they're not the best they're just alright," he grumbled his actions telling a different story as he quickly took down the chicken.

"iths okay uncle kuna because my ice cream is yummy!" yuji smiled with ice cream all around his mouth. you grabbed a napkin wiping his face as sukuna sent a deadpanned look to yuji.

"thanks, yuj' that makes me feel so much better knowing your food is good and mine isn't," he said sarcasm evident in his voice. but of course, yuji didn't notice.

"you're welcome uncle!" he giggled going back to attacking his ice cream. sukuna looked at you as you laughed with your hand covering your mouth.

"how's your food?" he asked you and you nodded enjoying your meal.

"i like mine." you smiled and he nodded staring at you.

"that's good," he mumbled looking resting his cheek on his fist. his eyes looked around the park now and then but they mainly stayed on you and yuji.

you guys stayed at the park for another 3 hours. sukuna finally found the fun in the rollercoasters and you all had a good time. you carried yuji out of the park and he was knocked out on your shoulder.

"he's not too heavy, is he? i could always carry him," he asked and you shook your head with a smile.

"no he's not that heavy, did you have fun?" you asked laughing knowing the first part of your trip was iffy. surprisingly sukuna nodded his head smiling and looking up as the three of y’all walked out.

"yeah, it was my first time at an amusement park." he laughed and you gasped looking at him.

"that's why you were so scared! you've never been on a roller coaster before." you pointed at him and he scoffed.

"i wasn't scared." he waved you off opening the door for you to put yuji in his car seat. you buckled him in as sukuna walked around you to open your door.

"you definitely were scared but it's okay," you said getting in the car and sukuna closed the door. when he got in the car he gave you a look that you supposed meant he disagreed with your statement. "it's okay really... you're still my big strong boyfriend."

"hell yeah i am." he scoffed nodding his head with now newfound confidence. he smiled to himself as he drove to jin's house to drop off yuji.

sukuna wouldn't tell you but spending time with you and yuji healed his inner child. whenever you all had a good time it made him feel like he was back in his childhood or his lack of one. and that's why whenever he got the chance to spend time with yuji he would.

and you? when you both got home he needed to finish where you left off of course. this time he had your face pressed into the mattress and he wrapped both his hands around your neck.

he was thrusting with no mercy he was playing catch up trying to get his nut from this morning that he missed. you had already came 3 times in the last 30 minutes and sukuna had only came once.

"shit baby." he groaned as you gained the stamina to throw your ass back on him. "yeahhh like that," he said stalling his thrust and letting you do your thing.

"can't..." you mumbled into the bed and sukuna laughed.

"yes you can ma you got it." he encouraged you lightly smacking your ass cheek and you fastened your pace making sukuna smile. "that's it..." he laughed at your hips stuttering before he began to thrust into you again. your body fell limp but sukuna helped you keep your arch.

"m'cumming again ryo..." you moaned into the mattress and he never once acknowledged your words. just continuing to pound into like it was the only thing he knew. before you knew it you were cumming around sukuna's cock walls clenching while his thrust stilled. he came in you filling your hole up with his warm cum.

"fuck..." he panted his chest falling up and down. he let go of your neck holding himself up while his dick was still inside of you. after you caught your breath he pulled out of you. you felt his fingers slid along your folds making your body jerk from being overstimulated. "turn around."

"mmm," you whined flipping over you saw sukuna's cum on his fingers. immediately knowing what he wanted to do you opened your mouth. his fingers went into your mouth and you licked them clean.

"good girl." he smiled at you patting your cheek. as the two of you took your shower he thought about how satisfied he was with his day. he got to fuck you this morning and he got to spend time with yuji. then he got to fuck you tonight and spend another night with you.

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cutielando · 13 hours ago

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what's a soft launch? | max verstappen

social media au

synopsis: in which Max soft launches his new girlfriend, his boss' daughter...

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: max verstappen x horner!reader

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yn.horner thank you for having me, VS 🎀

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gigihadid you're gorgeous <3 so happy to have had you there with us

yn.horner awwww thank you g!! ly!!!🤍

zendaya you killed it!!🤍

yn.horner thank you babe!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1 my jaw is on the floor.

user2 MOTHER

user3 SHE'S THE MOMENT, SHE'S THE MOMENT❗️

user4 imagine how lucky her friends are🥲🥲

alexandrasaintmleux i am so proud of you <3

yn.horner thank you, alex!!! 🤍

lilymhe how are you so beautiful? 😭

yn.horner you tell me, love 😭🤍

redbullracing our girl! 💙 liked by yn.horner

user5 i need to know what Christian had to say about this lol

yn.horner he was in the front row 😅 he loved it!!

user6 so nobody is going to address Max being in her likes??

user7 they’ve known each other ever since he joined Red Bull, i think they’re friends. not that weird

user6 true, but i heard some rumors that he might be in a relationship too…

user8 your honor, i love her ! liked by yn.horner

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maxverstappen1 Always a pleasure to be back in Abu Dhabi

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user1 NEW COUPLE ALERT ❗️❗️❗️

user2 is Max in his soft-launch era?

user3 MAX HAS A GIRLFRIEND??????

landonorris sneaky, mate

maxverstappen1 thanks for teaching me

user4 i never thought i would see the day when Max would learn something relationship-related from Lando

landonorris neither did i 😂

redbullracing keep pushing! 💙 liked by maxverstappen1

yn.horner i'm telling Dad you refused to wear the RB shirt

maxverstappen1 please don't, i genuinely forgot it this morning

yn.horner LIAR

redbullracing how about we have a chat before quali, Max?

maxverstappen1 I can’t believe you ratted me out

user6 if people still don't think that Y/N and Max are dating, i'm sorry for you guys

user7 why do you think that? they've been friends for years

user6 they've never interacted on social media before, and suddenly started leaving comments on each other's posts a couple of weeks ago?

user8 that doesn't mean anything, to be honest. we should really stop reading so much into their personal lives...

charles_leclerc i see you've finally grown the courage to do it, Max

maxverstappen1 courage is a strong word. i have enough courage

charles_leclerc sure you do

user9 they're dating, i'm also calling it

Real Life

"Someone just said they think we're dating" you said, showing Max a comment you had seen under his new post.

Max read the comment and chuckled, shaking his head.

"We can't hide anything from them, can we?" he said, leaning back down to rest his head in your lap.

"No, but we can have a little fun with it before we announce it officially, don't you think?" you said, a smirk tugging at your lips.

If there was something that you loved and was really known for, it was trolling the media and the fans.

Even though it would drive your father crazy and give your PR team much more work than what they would hope for, but the fans were digging it.

Despite knowing you were messing with them, they loved the cat and mouse chase you always had going on with them.

"Again? You know Christian told us to tone it down a notch, especially you" Max said, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

You sighed, jutting out your bottom lip in an adorable pout that you knew Max could never resist.

"But you know it's fun. Don't deprave me of my only source of entertainment, Max" you whined, gazing up at him with your best puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

Max sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you and stared at the wall in front of him.

He knew he would give in sooner or later, which he blamed himself for always falling for your little trick.

"Alright, fine. But you're gonna deal with Horner on your own when he comes knocking on our door" he said, pointing with his finger at you.

You squealed and nodded before launching yourself at him, attacking his face with little kisses as you giggled.

"Promise"

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user1 SOS ALERT: MOTHER HAS LANDED IN VEGAS

user2 oh no, here we go🥹

redbullracing remember: please keep it PG! 😁

yn.horner as i've already told you, i'm not a child

redbullracing your PR team would disagree

redbullracing Y/N, please remember what we talked about - PR team

yn.horner THE BETRAYAL

user3 i love how the red bull team can't keep up with her😂😂

yn.horner they just don't know how to have fun :(

maxverstappen1 we all know your idea of 'fun' is hardly normal

yn.horner i don't remember you complaining until now

gigihadid can't wait to see you, bestie!!🎀

yn.horner can't wait!! i've missed you🤍🫶🏻

user4 just casually being besties with the biggest model in the world. oh, to be her, man

landonorris oh boy

yn.horner shut up

user5 your honor, she's mothering so hard right now🥹

user6 do we agree yet that the boyfriend she is soft-launching is Max?

user7 yep

user8 at this point, looks like it

user9 just waiting for confirmation at this point

lilymhe ditch him and come hang with me bby

yn.horner omw!!!

alex_albon well, that was easy...

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maxverstappen1 Thank you, Vegas. It was a very special one. Grateful for everything, grateful for winning my fourth championship with this team. Let's keep pushing to the end of the season!🦁

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yn.horner you showed them, champ 🦁

maxverstappen1 <3

redbullracing proud of you, Max! here's to many more! 🦁🦁 liked by yn.horner and maxverstappen1

landonorris well done, max. i'll get you next year

yn.horner keep dreaming, orange boy

landonorris hey...don't be mean...

maxverstappen1 what she said

landonorris ...

charles_leclerc congrats! now, can you let some of us have a go...?

maxverstappen1 no

charles_leclerc oh, come on...

yn.horner go away, french boy

charles_leclerc hey, i'm monegasque!!!!

user1 another testament to his greatness

user2 4-time world champ!!! congrats max!!

user3 i still wanna know who his girlfriend is

user4 it's obviously Y/N, they just like playing with us

user5 maybe they'll confirm it now that he's won his 4th championship

user6 hopefully, imagine Max and Y/N Horner actually dating

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yn.horner dear max. i don't think my words on this post do you justice, but i'm going to do my best to encapsulate the feelings that i have for you right now. it has been a privilege for me to be by your side for the past couple of years, cheering you on from the sidelines and celebrating the highs with you behind the scenes. we have come a long way and we have had a hard road, but i am so proud of what we have achieved together and the people that we have become. i am beyond grateful to be able to share life with you, both in and out of the paddock. i love you, max verstappen, and i am so proud of you, my love tagged: maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 thank you for being you. i love you<3

yn.horner i love you too <3

landonorris thank God I don't have to keep it a secret anymore

yn.horner you almost exposed us more times than i can count -_-

landonorris but i didn't

maxverstappen1 you got lucky

redbullracing our favorite couple!!

charles_leclerc i am so happy for you guys!

maxverstappen1 thanks mate!

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fairestwriting · 1 day ago

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Hi! Could I request Diasomnia with a reader who got injured but is too stubborn to let them help? Idk if you do platonic works but I would prefer this was. Romantic is fine tho :) have a nice day

i do write platonic relationships yeah! i wrote this one thinking of the reader more like their close friend but if someone wants to interpret it as a crush thing i think it could work too. i hope you have a nice day too <3

𐙚 Malleus Draconia

Malleus has enough common sense to not lose his mind over little scrapes, even though he’d honestly still want you to put a bandaid over it. But having mentioned that before, and receiving your very firm response that it was fine, he got the message that you might not like being fussed over.

So he mostly doesn’t voice these thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, and he does know certain things really are so minor that it won’t make that much of a difference if you try to care for it or not. Even in a human body, which is still something that’s sort of a mystery to him.

But, for that precise reason of him not fully understanding the human healing process, if anything bleeds, or looks noticeably red, he refuses to leave you alone about it. You can still see some hesitancy in his eyes, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but it’s outweighed by worry. ”What if it gets infected, though? Are you sure you don’t want to at least bandage it?” He’s heard infections can get pretty serious, even if they’re very minor at first.

If all other arguments fail to reach you, he’ll ask if you could take care of it for his sake. Because he really hates to see you hurt, so could you just consider making sure it’ll heal faster? He’ll say that even over something like a nastier than average hand burn from cooking, and so honestly too — it’ll really put your stubbornness to test, regardless of how strong it is.

𐙚 Lilia Vanrouge

His knowledge on human injuries is, frankly, a bit all over the place. It’s hard to remember what’s serious and what isn’t when he’s been around for so long, and gotten so many injuries of his own. Sometimes he unconsciously projects his own body’s recovery ability onto others.

Now, that doesn’t mean he’ll be any sort of neglectful of your injuries, though. On the contrary, he insists on personally patching you up every time he catches a glimpse of one. ”Hmm, you don’t want to bother with it? That’s okay. I’ll do it for you, just hold still.” He’s smiling as he talks, not even giving you a chance to properly say no before he’s already taking a closer look at the injury. His grip is too strong for you to pull away, even if it isn’t forceful at all…

When it comes to things like scratches, it’s more of a playful show of affection. He does know it won’t kill you, it doesn’t really need that bandaid and certainly not the little kiss he places over it after— He just wants to show that he cares for you. If you find it flustering that’s just a bonus. And yes, he will still do it even if you’re just friends, just in a more parental sort of way, unless you tell him it genuinely makes you uncomfortable.

If it’s more serious, the sort of thing that could actually cause an infection if not taken care of properly, he’s not as lighthearted. He does still joke a little about how you don’t have to worry about a thing because he’s here to care for you, but mostly to keep the mood light, especially if it looks like something he’d have to take you to the nurse to properly care for. Lilia wonders why you’re so stubborn about the whole thing, maybe it’s a matter of not wanting to seem weak? He hopes you’ll feel more at ease with him, eventually.

𐙚 Silver

To nobody’s surprise, he’ll likely be the most easygoing and knowledgeable of the bunch. There’s no species difference factor at play here, he’s very aware of what can be dangerous if left untreated and what can’t.

He does point out injuries and ask about them if he notices them, no matter how small, but it’s more of an expression of caring about you in general rather than specifically worrying that the bad scrape you got from tripping could make you deathly ill. It won’t really alarm him when you tell him it’s not a big deal, or it doesn’t even hurt. He’ll at most remind you to keep it away from dirt and then drop the subject.

Silver is very quick to recognize what could truly be potentially dangerous, though. Lilia taught him the basics of first aid when he was pretty young, and he later went on to study it in more depth as part of his training. The way he notices and points out things might even come off strange, because he’s usually so laid back in every aspect. Before you can dismiss him he’s already listing all the reasons why your “little scratch” is looking a bit off putting.

Still, he doesn’t want to pressure you, so it might create a bit of a dilemma in his mind when you keep insisting it’s fine. ”I’m being serious here, I’m not trying to annoy you. It’s not supposed to be this red. If you don’t want to see the nurse, at least let me help.” He’ll argue, and he can get pretty firm, but he’ll never cross the line into outright scolding you. You sound honestly careless to him, but he feels like there must be a reason for you to feel that way, and he doesn’t want to pry.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is about as educated in the topic as Silver, and the difference between how your body recovers from injuries versus his is pretty minimal compared to people like Malleus or Lilia. But. Well. It is Sebek. You can’t really expect him to just let it go, if he likes you enough to consider you at least a friend. He’s just not someone who can be any sort of laid back with those he cares about.

Even though he knows so much about the theory, he does actually get worried if you hurt yourself. Yes, he’s aware that just because the cut you got from peeling some fruit bled a little bit, it doesn’t mean it’s going to get infected if you don’t clean and bandage it within an hour. But every body can be so different, even within the same (or similar) species! Besides, he’s read that poor immune system function can contribute to wounds getting easily infected— And how is he supposed to tell if your immune system is doing perfectly fine, if you’re so guarded even with small injuries. You’d try to hide it if you were feeling sick too, woldn’t you?

Even though he’s the youngest in this group, he’s the one who really comes off like some kind of… nagging parent or overprotective older sibling. Hell, he might even be younger than you, but he’s still pulling bandaids and antiseptic seemingly out of nowhere and scolding you for not taking care of yourself. “You were already careless enough to get hurt, and now you want to just leave it like that?!” He balks at your insistence that it wasn’t a big deal, he didn’t have to do anything or even worry, you’ve dealt with things like that before— Yeah, he’s not listening to any of that.

He might end up overstepping your boundaries a bit in the process, but he really does mean well. It just makes him anxious to see you dismissing your own safety like that, and that makes it hard to try to understand your perspective, whatever it is. You know him well enough to be aware that all the fussing just happens because he cares, and not because he’s genuinely trying to make you feel bad for getting hurt and not wanting to accept help with patching yourself up. If it does end up upsetting you, he’ll be understanding if you bring it up later.

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jjsloverre · 2 days ago

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topia twins

pairing: bf!jj x pouge!reader & john b x sarah

in which… pouge!reader and sarah find out they’re pregnant at the same time

contains… pure fluff, cursing

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you were freaking out. two pregnancy tests. two… both have the two lines on each test. it read pregnant. the first person who came to mind first was sarah. you frantically called her, begging her to come over.

“hey hey! what’s up y/n? why are you so upset? what’s wrong?” sarah asked you. she wiped the tears from your eyes. she sat beside you as you explained to her what happened. “um… i’m… i’m pregnant.” you whispered. sarah’s face lit up with excitement. “wait really? are you serious?” you nod, starting to feel the excitement also.

“well i guess it’s time to reveal that i’m pregnant too huh?” sarah told you in confidence. you couldn’t believe it. “no way! i’m so happy for you!” you exclaimed. so did sarah. “and i’m happy for you! it’s probably scary as hell but it’s ok, we’ll get through this! i assume you haven’t told jj huh?” you shook your head. the truth is: you weren’t sure if you even wanted to tell jj. he’s expressed to you that the last thing he would want is a kid, and boom you’re pregnant. if you’re being honest, it terrified you. overthinking that he would leave you. “hey listen, i know you’re scared but he deserves to know.” sarah explained to you.

“yeah i’ll tell him. but can we talk about how we’re both pregnant at the same time? like how the hell!” you laughed. sarah shook her head wirh a genuine smile. “girl! you know good and well that our men are not trained enough in the ‘pulling out’ department. i mean i can’t even remember the last time john b-” you quickly cut her off. “sarah cameron do not finish that sentence!”

sarah smirked as she closed her mouth. “there goes my best friends beautiful smile!” your smile grows even bigger. “sarah.. what if jj doesn’t want this baby with me? like what if he asks me to get rid of it or.. if he’d leave me?” sarah grabbed your hands, interwinding with hers. “remember what jj told you when you talked him about how bad your parents were?” you nodded, then she continued. “he told you that you’d be a great mother right? and then proceeded to help you understand that he’d try to be a wonderful father even if he didn’t want kids.”

“yeah i remember that..” she nodded. “so you’re gonna grow a pair and tell your boyfriend the good news? or we could tell them together?”

“they would be shook!” sarah giggled. “indeed they would, so we should do it?” your smile grows, and you nodded. “hell yeah!”

♡

a week has went by since you and sarah found out you both were pregnant. jj and john b have been on a treasure hunting trip and just now gotten back. sarah texting you, telling you to come over.

my sarahh ❤️: “HURRY! THEYRE HERE AND WAITING FOR U!!!!”

♡

you drove your way to the chateau, feeling excitement, nervousness, and dread. what if he didn’t want you or the baby? what if convinced you to get rid of it because he’s not ready? you quickly pushed those thoughts aside as you finally pulled in. you walked in the chateau, bracing yourself. your eyes first laid on jj, his whole body lights up with happiness. “hey princess! fuck i missed you so much!” you gets up and hugs you, and kisses you. “you look… different. but so much more beautiful!” your smile grows and you sit him back down. “uh so i have something to tell you.”

sarah nods as well. “yeah john b i have something to tell you too.” the boys look up confused. “uh you’re not collectively breaking up with us right?” jj asked. sarah shook her head. “no dummy, just let us talk!” john b raised his eyebrow, letting us have the floor. “so um…” sarah started. then you finished. “we’re pregnant. like both of us.” the boys looked shocked. utterly shocked. jj tried to speak, but the words died on his tongue. “how the hell is that possible?” john b asked. “it’s possible because obviously both of you are incapable of pulling out?” sarah stated, the clear obvious.

“i’m gonna be a dad? like for real? no wonder why your tits got bigger when you sent me pictures, and wayyy more suckable! fuck i’m so happy… i’m gonna be a fucking dad! whoo!” jj exclaimed he jumped for joy and spun you around. john b did the same, kissing sarah all over her face. “we’re gonna be dads AND uncles! this is amazing we gotta tell everyone about this!” john b mumbled in sarah’s neck.

“told you he’d be happy y/n.” sarah whispered. jj looked up at you with a confused look. “you thought i wouldn’t be happy? baby why on earth would you ever think i wouldn’t be happy you’re carrying my child? i mean unless you cheated or-” sarah cut him off before he could babble about dumb scenarios. “jj!” he stopped talking and nodded. “alright fine. but i’m really happy sweetheart, and i love you, and our baby. and i really want the baby to be a girl.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more! since i know that you’re pregnant, we both have a bedtime! we love you fellow pouges, we need our rest!” with that. you both went up to your room and snuggled together in the bed.

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austars · 23 hours ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ 2/22 - 11:45 pm

thinking about rafayel, who’s lover finally learns about their past.

"...you did that?"

Rafayel's words were dying on his throat. He truly, genuinely, had no answer to your question. How could he possibly explain why he did it?

More importantly, how could he explain himself for hiding it from you all this time?

It was a complete accident. Something that wasn't supposed to happen. He requested that you grab his newest paints, the ones he stored in the cabinet in his studio. They were in the front, far away from it. So how did you end up reaching so far back, enough for your fingertips to graze the shell?

He had no answers for that part. All Rafayel knew was that his wife froze at the cabinet. Your shoulders were tensing and your breath was short when he turned to glance at you. He stumbled out of his stool, immediately rushing to your side.

"No no no.." He whispered, grabbing the shell from your hands. "It wasn't supposed to be now. Come on honey, snap out of it!"

When you came back to, your eyes were wide, merely staring back at Rafayel. He dropped the shell, left completely speechless in front of you.

The truth was out. Rafayel couldn't hide this time.

"Rafayel.." You whispered, bringing a hand to gently carress his cheek. "Why would you.."

"It had to be done. I would have lost you if I didn't." He finally says as he clasps his hand over yours.

You shake your head, looking down as tears start to form. "But everything you had! Your life, your people, your home.. all of that is gone because of-"

"No."

Rafayel held you as the two of you fell to the floor. He cradled your head close to his chest as you gripped his arms like a vice, praying it was all some ugly dream. Praying that what you saw wasn't real.

But it was real. Rafayel had given you his heart at the alter, effectively destroying his whole life and his favor with the Deep Sea.

His voice was soft, soothing even. "It wasn't, and never will be, your fault. I gave you my heart on my own terms, all because I love you, my beautiful bride.”

"But what about Lemuria?" You finally question, glancing up at him. "You could have protected your people properly! Instead you-"

"Hey hey, it was my choice." Rafayel is quick to interupt you. "Lemuria's fate is my burden to carry, not yours. I will happily bear that weight if it means I get to have you by my side."

There's a heavy silence that hangs between the two of you. Rafayel doesn't say much, just some small "shh's" as he gently rubs your arm. The memories are still slowly flooding back in waves, the small details at least. But the longer it gets, the more you remember.

Then comes the dreaded question.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Rafayel's movement halts as he tries to formulate an answer. The truth? He wasn't prepared for all outcomes. What if you grew angry with him for what happened? What if you couldn't handle it and left him as a result? Every possibility of you leaving in the end was something Rafayel couldn't bear to face.

So he sighed, gently kissing the top of your head. "My love, every time I played out this conversation in my head, it ended in our marriage being ruined. I couldn't bear that thought being reality."

"But this.." You say, raising yours and Rafayel's intertwined hand. "This is reality. I don't condemn you for what you did, not at all. I vowed to remain by your side, no matter what."

It was like a huge weight had been lifted from Rafayel's chest. Sure, all the hurt will still be there. The nightmares will still haunt him. The hardships will hit him like a wave. The memories of betrayal and heartache will always be lingering in the back of his head.

But this time, his beloved can know every detail. You can truly help him through it all; help him feel as though he made the right choice. And that's worth more than being the Sea God to him.

So that night, while your asleep, Rafayel gently plays with your hair, smiling to himself.

"My heart is yours, my dear. In every universe, in every timeline, my life will be dedicated to you and only you." He whispers, sealing his promise with a gentle kiss to your head.

heavily inspired by this post on twitter by user @/sovereignsylus. go check out her stuff :)

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cl0udy3 · 2 days ago

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Lemme get a Viktor X reader. Probably femme reader. Reader is a lab assistant there and works closely with Viktor and Jayce, but as reader starts getting closer with Jayce until Viktor gets a little jealous and then…

You decide.

I’m mostly looking for jealous Viktor, arguemdnt that leads into a bit of jealous smut if you’re down to do that. If you do that, lots of Viktor marking then. I’d like if he could be on bottom bc of his leg and all, but I’d still like him to top.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍

viktor x fem!reader angst, then nsfw LIKE HEAVY SMUT, then fluff A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING WE DONT DISCRIMINATE (since theres smut, cw: improper use of lab equipment, teasing, denying release, p in v, cunnilingus or something like that idk what to put here)

wc: 5105 a/n: GLORIOUS OVULATION (p.s. this is my first time doing in depth smut AND publishing it so if it sucks mb :'D)

You were always in the background, by Viktor’s side—through every breakthrough and every failure, through sleepless nights spent poring over blueprints and theories. You knew him better than anyone.

Or at least, you thought you did.

Lately, that role—your place—felt like it was being rewritten.

Jayce had always been there, but recently, something was different. They were different.

You notice it in the way Viktor leans in when Jayce talks, in the quick, secret smiles they exchange over the workbench, in the way Jayce claps a hand on his shoulder, his touch lingering just a second too long. And Viktor… he never pushes him away.

Then there are the late nights—the ones that used to be yours.

“Viktor, do you want to run a few more tests before—”

“Not tonight,” he interrupts, barely glancing up. “Jayce and I are reviewing schematics for the new Hexcore modification. We need to fine-tune the energy output.”

It’s the third night in a row that you’ve been dismissed in favor of Jayce.

You tell yourself you don’t care.

You tell yourself it’s not personal.

But when you see Viktor actually laugh at something Jayce says, something sharp and ugly coils in your stomach.

When was the last time he laughed like that with you? When was the last time you were the reason his eyes lit up?

“You alright?” A voice snaps you out of your sour thoughts—one of the other assistants, blinking at you with mild concern.

You force a smile, gripping your pen so tightly your knuckles ache. “Fine.”

Liar.

You cast another glance toward the two of them, watching as Jayce nudges Viktor playfully, their heads dipping closer together over the blueprints.

That’s when you realize—this burning in your chest?

You’re jealous. And it’s only getting worse.

But being you, you tell yourself it isn’t that. It can’t be. Even if it were… why should you feel this way?

Viktor isn’t your partner. He isn’t yours. And yet, at the same time, he is.

The contradiction eats at you.

For days, you try to push it down, telling yourself it shouldn’t matter—that it’s ridiculous. But the thought lingers, festering in the back of your mind like a parasite, gnawing away at your sanity.

The jealousy—the rage—bubbles hotter each time you see them together: the way Viktor leans into Jayce’s space, the way they whisper over shared ideas as if you’re not even there. Maybe you’re just an assistant, but you’re his assistant—one of his best.

And yet, somehow, Jayce has his attention in a way you never have.

“Viktor, would you like me to stay and run some tests with you tonight…?”

You ask softly, almost shyly, your heart gently hammering against your ribs.

Viktor glances at you, then smiles—small, absentminded, but genuine. “I could use the help.”

You nod your head and leave the lab to drop off some blueprints in his office, but with a little extra pep in your step.

But when evening comes, as you enter the lab, Viktor doesn't even bother to look your way.

Viktor is still in the lab, laughing, joking, effortlessly engaged in some experiment with Jayce. Like he forgot about you entirely.

Your stomach twists, something sour rising in your throat. Your fingers tighten around the files in your hand until it slips from your grasp, falling to the floor with the papers flitting around you.

Neither of them notices.

You cross your arms and force a composed expression as you walk in, feigning a casual visit.

“Ah, Y/N!” Viktor looks up, offering you that same easy smile. “Welcome.”

You hum quietly, tilting your head. “Oh, so I’m still relevant to you?”

Viktor’s smile falters. He blinks, his brows drawing together. “What?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, gripping the loose papers in your hand a little too tightly. “Forget it.”

You try to walk away, but he follows after you. His voice is calm but sharp.

“Are you okay?”

You laugh dryly, shaking your head. “I’m fine. Absolutely fine,” you reply sardonically.

Viktor narrows his eyes, tilting his head. “Lying does not suit you, Y/N.”

His words strike a nerve, and you shoot back, “Oh, but ignoring me suits you just fine, right?”

“Ignoring you?” Viktor retorts with a frown, clearly confused. “I have done no such thing.”

“NO?” You scoff. “Tell me, Viktor—when was the last time we actually worked together? When was the last time you actually needed me for anything?”

“You are being ridiculous,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is about Jayce, is it not?”

That’s the last straw. You snap.

“Yes, Viktor, this is about Jayce!”

“I don’t understand—”

“Of course you don’t!” You throw your hands up in frustration. “You’re too damn smart for your own good, but you’re completely blind when it comes to this! To me!”

As the two of you argue, Jayce remains completely oblivious, nose-deep in his work. He doesn’t even register the tension in the air.

“I have been here since the beginning, Viktor. Every long night. Every experiment. Every single time you pushed yourself too hard—I was there. Not Jayce. Me.”

“I never said you weren’t—” Viktor begins, but you cut him off.

“But suddenly, he waltzes in, and now you don’t even need me anymore. Now, I’m just—just some humble assistant!”

Viktor stares at you, taken aback for a few moments.

“You are jealous,” he finally murmurs.

“No shit, genius.”

Viktor stays silent for a few seconds, processing the words. For the first time, he truly sees it—the fire in your eyes, the way your hands are clenched into fists, how your breathing is too fast, your body too tense. The realization shifts something between you.

A long, charged silence falls.

You’re angry. Viktor is processing. But the air is different now.

Viktor’s gaze flickers over you—not just with irritation, but something darker. You feel your pulse quickening.

“Jayce and I are colleagues.” Viktor says, breaking the silence.

“Prove it,” you retort.

A single step, and suddenly he’s too close. You reach up and cup his collar, drawing him in. He lets you, his breathing heavier as his gaze dips between your lips and your eyes.

Jayce finally notices something is up but remains oblivious to the situation.

“Uh, hey, you guys okay? You’re kinda—”

You don’t even turn to look at him; you point sharply toward the door.

“Get out, Jayce.”

Jayce blinks. “What? But I still—”

“Out.” You mutter, your tone final.

Viktor says nothing, just watches as Jayce hesitates, clearly wanting to stay and finish his work. But your look leaves no room for argument. Your free hand reaches for a nearby tool mug, and you quickly dump its contents before tossing it in Jayce’s direction—missing his head on purpose.

Finally, Jayce throws his hands up with an exasperated sigh. “Alright! Alright… sheesh, I’m going.” He gathers his things and leaves, grumbling under his breath.

The moment the door shuts, your head snaps back to Viktor, a vicious desire burning in your eyes. You let go of his collar and watch as he leans onto his cane again.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just watches you, his gaze flickering with something unreadable.

You shove a single finger against his chest, forcing him back. He hobbles, barely catching himself before his cane slips from his grasp and clatters to the floor. He lands hard against the workbench, breath hitching, bracing himself with a palm against the metal surface.

And then you’re on him.

You cage him in, hands braced on either side of him, your body looming close, too close. He doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t push you away. Just waits, breath measured but uneven, something coiled tight in his chest.

You smile, slow and wicked, tilting your head as you lean in until your lips hover just shy of his.

“No one else but us now.” Your voice is syrupy sweet.

His brows draw together, and he opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates.

“Nothing to say?” Your fingers drift, slow and deliberate, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His breath hitches—barely—but you catch it. You see the way his grip tightens against the edge of the table, how his fingers twitch, aching to touch you back but resisting.

Perfect.

You let your hand wander lower, teasing down the column of his throat, feeling the pounding heartbeat beneath your palm before trailing further—down his chest, to his ribs, to the firm plane of his stomach beneath his vest.

“You work too much,” you murmur, lips brushing his ear, delighting in the way he tenses beneath you. “Maybe I should make you take a break.”

Viktor’s jaw tightens. His voice is low, strained. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet,” you hum, rolling your hips just barely against his, feeling the faintest shudder run through him, “you let me do this.”

His fingers dig into the table, breath stalling for half a second before he recovers.

“You think you own me, do you?” His voice is rougher now, but there’s no heat behind the words—only hunger, barely restrained.

“Maybe I do.” Your smirk grows, tilting his chin up with two fingers. “And I think you like it.”

Your hands wander, reaching back until you too, can no longer take it.

The moment your lips crash on his, it’s ravenous. Teeth clashing, tongues desperate, like neither of you can get enough. Like days–weeks–of tension are finally snapping at the seams.

Viktor grabs you, fingers digging into the fabric of your uniform, pulling you closer until there's nothing between you. His breath is ragged, sharp gasps swallowed by your kiss as your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling, taking, claiming.

The workbench trembles beneath him.

You lift his frail body and press him down on the table. Papers slide, tools shift, small bits of scrap metal and instruments rattle against the surface as you knock aside anything that isn’t Viktor.

In the background, a small device rolls off the edge, clattering against the floor.

At first, you don’t notice. You're too lost in him, in the way his fingers claw at your back, the way his body shudders beneath your touch. Until a faint hum fills the space and you pause.

Viktor’s lips are kiss-bruised, his pupils blown wide, his breath uneven as he chases your mouth again, but you pull back, something catching your attention.

You glance down, spotting something small and metallic on the floor–trembling slightly with a gentle vibration.

Your eyes flick back up to Viktor.

“What's that?”

He blinks, still hazed, still drunk on your touch, until he follows your gaze. His brows furrow, and then his expression shifts–just barely–but you see it. The flicker of realization, followed by something tense, tight like he doesn’t want to answer.

You grin.

“Oh?” You slide off his lap, bending down to retrieve the object, letting your fingers trace over the sleek metal as the vibration hums through your palm, “Interesting.”

Viktor shifts on the table, watching you like a hawk. “That–” He clears his throat, voice rough. “That is a calibration device.”

You raise an eyebrow, turning it over in your hands. “And what exactly does it calibrate?”

“Precision tuning for fine mechanisms,” he says, a little too quickly, “It–it vibrates to detect inconsistencies in structure–”

You hum thoughtfully, dragging it across your own palm.

You drag it along your wrist, watching Viktor’s throat bob as he swallows hard. “It’s not that strong,” you muse, letting it glide up to your collarbone. “Barely noticeable… until you put it somewhere more sensitive.”

Viktor swallows hard.

His fingers twitch at his sides, curling and uncurling, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the table. He’s trying—desperately—to stay still.

But the moment the device glides lower, a sharp inhale hitches in his throat. His thigh jerks involuntarily, his body betraying him before he can stop it.

"Sensitive?" You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you watch the way his thighs clench involuntarily..

He swallows, blinking hard, his hands tightening into fists. "This is…" His voice is strained, his accent heavier than usual. “An unfair advantage.”

A low purr escapes your lips as you lean in, pressing the buzzing device gently against his knee. Slowly, you trace its path up the soft inside of his thigh. His muscles twitch, his hips shift just a fraction, and his fingers curl against the rough surface of the workbench until they tremble with unspoken desire.

A strangled sound escapes him. You tilt your head, lowering your voice to a sultry whisper. “Use your words.”

His jaw clenches, and his pride wrestles with his desperation. His resolve crumbles as he manages, barely, “Please.”

That single word fuels you. Your lips curve into a mischievous smile as you climb back onto the table, straddling his lap. You straddle his lap, your free hand sliding up his thigh as he shudders beneath your touch.

Before anything, you put the device down beside him and remove his belt, removing it with ease. You reach over him and pin his arms behind him, binding his arms together with the same belt.

You sit back down and grab the gadget again, continuing your playful antics.

You let the buzzing device trace a slow, tantalizing path along his chest, never venturing too low—just enough to tease, to torment. Viktor groans, his grip on the work table tightening so that his knuckles turn white. His words, though barely audible, send a thrill coursing through you.

“Y/N…” he begins, his voice thick with a plea you’ve heard before, but you cut him off with a playful, mocking tone. “Use your words,” you repeat, swirling the device deliberately along his clothed erection.

His pride, now a fragile barrier, shatters with a whispered, “Please..”

A quiet giggle escapes you—soft and triumphant. “I don’t think you mean that,” you tease, your fingers brushing the edge of his growing hardness. Viktor’s eyes dart to your hands, hungry and pleading, but something deep inside him tells him to wait.

The vibration pulses through him, his hips jerking uncontrollably, trying so hard to stay still. His hands clench into fists, nails digging into his palms as his breath hitches sharply.

“Y/N—” his voice cracks, a tremor running through him. “Please—”

You smile as you lean forward, your free hand pulling his head toward you. Your smile stays as you press your lips to his, and he simply melts at the feeling.

But then, just as he starts to chase the pleasure, you pull the device away.

Viktor whines. Actually whines.

You laugh softly, tilting your head. “So eager. Where’s that sharp tongue of yours now?”

His head falls back against the workbench, his breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps. He swallows hard, lips parted, trembling.

“Patience,” you coo, dragging your fingers down his exposed throat, feeling the way his pulse flutters beneath your touch. “Or do you need a little more time to learn?”

A frustrated noise rumbles from deep in his chest, but he nods, jaw clenched. You hum in satisfaction.

“Good boy.”

His body jolts at the praise, his fingers twitching where they remain bound behind him. You pretend not to notice the way his hips lift slightly, chasing contact he knows you won’t give. Not yet.

For what feels like an eternity, you toy with him—pressing feather-light kisses along his jaw, his throat, trailing down, down, down, only to pull away each time he shudders in anticipation. Every time he thinks you’ll finally give in, you pause, hovering just above where he needs you most, letting your breath ghost over his heated skin.

He shudders violently, his body betraying him with each twitch, each involuntary jerk of his hips.

“Y/N—” His voice is wrecked, thick with something dangerously close to desperation. “I can’t—”

“You can,” you correct smoothly, running the tip of the vibrating device up his inner thigh, watching how his muscles clench. “I think you like this more than you’re willing to admit.”

His head shakes furiously, a strangled moan escaping him as you drag the device lower. But you stop again, just before it reaches where he wants it most.

A broken whimper leaves him.

“Beg properly,” you whisper, lips brushing against his ear. “Say it exactly how you mean it.”

His pride wars with his needs. He’s trembling, barely holding on, and you can see it—the moment he cracks. His jaw clenches, his breath stuttering, his body rigid beneath you as he forces the words out, hoarse and unrestrained.

“Please,” he gasps, raw, unguarded. “Please, I need—”

You reward him immediately, pressing the buzzing device directly against him.

Viktor chokes on a moan so desperate, so utterly broken, that your smirk falters. For a moment, you just watch him unravel, watch the way his fingers flex uselessly behind him, the way his head tips back, his mouth falling open on a silent cry.

And then, just when he’s right there—

You pull away again.

His entire body jolts, his breath punching out in a choked sob.

“No—” His voice is barely there, shaking, pleading. “Y/N, please—”

Your heart pounds at the sight of him—completely undone, completely at your mercy.

For thirty straight minutes you continued this: letting him chase his release until he was right on the edge, you’d deny his release, he’d whine and whimper and groan and make every sound you could think of, his hips bucking up for more friction until he finally broke.

Viktor’s breath is ragged, shallow, his body trembling violently beneath you. His fingers flex uselessly against the table, his nails dragging over the surface as if searching for something to ground him.

He still tries to hold on—tries to resist—but the control is slipping fast. His hips jerk instinctively, chasing nothing, and a sharp, frustrated noise tears from his throat.

You grin. “Just say it, Viktor.”

He clenches his jaw, fighting, always fighting. Even now, when he’s this wrecked, he still refuses to just—

You pull the device away.

A choked, desperate sound escapes him, his whole body jerking in protest. His head falls back, his breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps. He swallows hard, his lips parted, trembling.

"Y/N—" His voice breaks.

"Please—please, I need—"

“I– I need you, please..” he gasps, his voice shaking.

Success!

You hum in satisfaction, caressing his sweat-slicked face. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Viktor whispers quiet thank yous and murmurs his gratitude as you begin to remove your own clothes, haphazardly throwing each piece around the lab.

On the contrary, you carefully remove his uniform save for the dress shirt, and fold each piece neatly for him, leaving it off to the side on another table.

He sighs shakily as you climb on top of him again, removing the belt that restrained his hands. Viktor rubs his sore wrist but as soon as he’s done, his fingers finally move—gripping your waist, holding you to him as if he's afraid you'll pull away again. The way he trembles beneath you, the heat pooling in his gaze, the way his breathing stutters when you press a kiss against his throat—it’s intoxicating.

You trail your lips down his jaw, past the dip of his collarbone, feeling the way his muscles tense under your touch. You take your time, savoring every second, every quiet gasp that leaves his lips, until finally, finally, you undo the last barrier between you.

The moment you give him what he’s been begging for, Viktor completely unravels.

You pull the waistband of his boxers down painfully slowly, but Viktor doesn’t complain because he knows he’s about to get what he’s been wanting this whole time. You.

He breathes a deep inhale as you gently grip the base of his dick, pushing his only other undergarment down his legs.

You stroke his cock a few times, earning quiet whimpers and moans as you do, the pre cum leaking from the head.

“Y/N–” His voice breaks, his hands shaking as they clutch at you, as if even now he can’t quite believe you’re finally giving him what he needs.

You hush him with your finger and smile as you raise your hips above his, raising the tip of his dick to just kiss the entrance of your cunt.

You let the tip of his cock slide in and out, his tight grip sliding from your hips to your thighs as he groaned from the feeling of your two bodies almost colliding.

And finally, in one swift motion, you gently let your hips fall and your cunt consumes his dick like the perfect sleeve, the sensation immediate to him–hot, wet, and tight.

His head tips back, mouth falling open on a ragged moan, his grip on you tightening. The sound that escapes him—wrecked, desperate, utterly grateful—is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You groan quietly, your arms trembling as you wrap him in a tight embrace. Viktor’s hands snake up and down your back, his nails digging into your skin like he couldn’t get enough of you.

His hips rut against yours as you begin to bounce up and down, your hips softly hitting his so as not to further maim his leg.

Viktor rests his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent like it was oxygen, as he panted and groaned, each sound a symphony to your ears.

“Does this..” You moan quietly, feeling his cock throbbing in your tight hole. “Do you… fuck– feel good..?”

He can’t even form a full sentence. He can’t even begin to describe how good you felt–at least not right now when the two of you were fucking so carnivorously.

He nods his head, growing more and more intoxicated with the feeling, the scent of you.

Viktor partakes in the meal in front of him, hands clamped onto your back as he begins to suck and lick certain spots on your neck, almost like he was taking in new data in an experiment. His mouth explored every crevice on your collarbone, each dip and vein on your neck.

So many long minutes passed of the two of you fornicating together, your body gently slamming onto his as you rode his dick in slow, long strokes. Moans and groans and whimpers and whines–any sound you could think of was heard, echoed in the lab.

Viktor shudders violently, his body arching beneath you, his grip on your hips turning bruising as he finally, finally lets go. A wrecked, shattered moan escapes his lips as warmth spills inside you, his entire body trembling beneath yours.

"Gods, Y/N—" he chokes out, voice hoarse, shaking. "I can’t— it’s too—"

And finally as if on cue you felt your thighs clench, a small smile peeking on your lips as your walls clenched around his dick as you released a small amount of fluid from your own cunt.

The two of you sit for a moment, panting to catch your breath as you each come down from the high of your release. Viktor whispers sweet apologies and quiet gratitude against your skin. You run your hands through his hair, gently feeling the locks.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, you pull his cock out and it falls limp against your stomach. You moan and chuckle quietly at the shy look on his face.

The lab is quiet now, the only sounds are your uneven breaths and the faint hum of cooling metal beneath you. The heat of the moment lingers between you both, heavy and sated.

Viktor is flat on the table, spent, his arms lazily wrapped around your waist like he doesn’t quite have the energy to let you go just yet. His forehead rests against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin, still recovering from everything you just put him through.

Your body hums with exhaustion, limbs weak, nerves still tingling. You're warm, content, completely satisfied.

Or so you think.

As soon as you try to sit up, Viktor stops you.

His hands tighten around your waist, fingers flexing against your overheated skin. He’s still catching his breath, still trembling from how completely you ruined him. But even now, even after everything, there’s a look in his eyes that tells you he isn’t finished.

You laugh breathlessly, dragging your fingers through his messy, dampy hair. “Viktor–”

“You cannot walk home like this.”

His voice is soft, laced with something else. Something fond. Something grateful.

You blink. “I’ll be fine–”

Viktor tilts his head slightly, eyes dropping to where your thighs are still slick, messy, evidence of what you’ve done together clinging to your skin.

“That will not do,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I should fix it.”

Your stomach tights, a fresh spark of heat curling through you. “Viktor, I–”

But before you can argue, he slides you off and presses your back against the workbench, legs parted, Viktor kneeling between them with your spare clothes as support for his leg.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Viktor… on his knees for you.

Your brain barely has time to process the sigh of him–his flustered cheeks, the wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead, the way his lips are still swollen from every desperate kiss–before he leans in.

You twitch, too sensitive, too raw, but Viktor humans softly, brushing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Shh,” he soothes, voice full of gentle amusement. His hands tighten, keeping you from squirming. “I am only returning the favor.”

Your stomach flutters. “Viktor, you don’t have to–”

“I want to.”

His voice, is low but certain. There’s no hesitation, no teasing, no arrogance. Just pure, unfiltered need.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs, voice thick with reverence.

His hands caress your thighs, slow, deliberate, tracing over every mark he’s left behind. His breath is warm against your skin, his lips pressing a lingering kiss just above your knee.

"Gods, look at you," he breathes, almost to himself. "Perfect."

The first, slow, lazy drag of his tongue makes you jolt, a sharp inhale cutting through your chest. Your fingers twitch, grasping at the smooth metal surface of the workbench, trying to anchor yourself.

“Too much,” you gasp. “Viktor, I–”

But he doesn’t stop. He’s not playing games.

He’s learning you. Studying you. Committing every sound, every reaction, every shuddering breath to memory.

Your head tips back, lips parting on a quiet moan. Your fingers find his hair to hold him closer.

Viktor groans at the feeling, the way your fingers grip his hair harder, at the way your thighs shake around him. His nails dig in slightly, his own breath stuttering.

He wants this just as much as you do.

“Gods, you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs between licks to your clit, his voice thick with something dangerously close to reverence. “Let me hear you.”

Your body arches as he laps at you again, deeper, firmer–and suddenly the heat inside you that you thought had finally burned out flares back to life.

It builds too fast.

Your body is too sensitive.

“Viktor–” Your voice catches, half a warning, half a plea.

He pulls back just slightly, lips shining with your slick juices, gaze heavy-lidded and dark with hunger. “Again,” he urges softly, lips brushing against your cunt. “Give me another.”

“I can’t–”

“You can.”

His voice is soft but commanding, his hands keeping you still as he pulls you apart all over again.

And then he presses his tongue just right.

The coil inside you snaps violently.

Your body locks up, a sharp cry tearing from your lips as the pleasure overwhelms you all at once. It’s more intense than before, sharper, hotter, burning through every nerve.

Viktor groans against you, holding you through it, his grip steady as you come undone in his hands.

He finally pulls away, pressing one last lingering kiss against your thigh.

“There,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against your thigh, his hands stroking your sides in lazy absentminded circles. “That is much better.”

You stare at him, lips parted, body weak, mind still fuzzy from the aftershocks.

And then, finally, you find your voice.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Viktor grins, pressing a final kiss to your knee as he quotes you. “And yet, you let me do this.”

The two of you finally manage to stand. You clean off most of the fluids from his body and help him back into his uniform.

The whole time he can’t keep his eyes off of you because you’re still naked, but you pay him no mind.

You throw on whatever clean items you can find and Viktor watches you as he straightens his disheveled vest, smoothing down his messy hair, ever the perfectionist despite the fact that he was just on his knees for you.

Together, you quietly restore order to the lab–blueprints shuffled back into place, discarded tools returned to their proper shelves.

The only thing you can’t fix is the faint smirk that refuses to leave Viktor’s lips.

You fasten the last button on your clothes, running a hand through your hair as you glance over at him.

“What?”

Viktor just shakes his head, grabbing his cane. “Nothing.” His smirk grows, “Just… you are truly insufferable.”

You laugh, stepping closer, grabbing his collar to kiss him one last time–slow, letting him feel the way your lips curve against his.

You pull away first. “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier. In fact–”

Viktor exhales, long-suffering, dramatic, but utterly pleased. “Go, before I decide I need another break.”

You chuckle, finally turning for the door, stepping into the hallway with a newfound lightness in your step.

As you close the lab doors behind you, you spot Jayce standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, clearly waiting.

His eyes flicker to the lab door, then back to you. Jayce chokes on his own breath, eyes darting between your disheveled clothes, your swollen lips, and the absolute mess you just walked out of.

"Did you—" He stops, his voice cracking. He looks past you, at the closed lab door, then back at you, as if trying to process what just happened.

Jayce blinks. Once. Twice. His mouth opens, then closes again, like he’s struggling to process what he’s looking at.

His gaze flickers to your unkempt appearance, the slight limp in your step, the faintest smirk still curving your lips. His expression morphs from confusion to realization to sheer, horrified understanding.

"Did you—" He stops, his voice cracking. "In the lab?"

You pat his shoulder, grinning. "He's all yours—though, I doubt he has much left to give."

And with that, you walk away, victorious.

#arcane #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #fem reader #x reader #viktor x you #god damn #smut #i wrote this with one hand #enjoy xoxo

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neoraso · 1 day ago

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love on your lips| nct dream

sweet affirming words dreamies say to you, idk why all of them are sad except haech, which is kinda suggestive for .5 seconds but it's sweet i promise <3 00z+mark

mark : "you don't always have to be strong around me"

it had been a long day for you, stressors from the week building up leaving you dazed and exhausted. it had been a long day for mark too- it always was - but that didn't mean he didn't notice how your smile didn't meet your eyes and then twist into a grimace as soon as you thought he wasn't looking. he knew you well enough to know what you looked like when you were trying to hold yourself together from the inside out. it broke his heart to see you suffer and try to keep it to yourself. that's why he approached your sitting figure, tentatively putting his hand on your shoulder and lightly squeezed the flesh of your upper arm.

"what's goin’ on baby? you still here with me?"

his familiar line he often used to snap you out of your thoughts brought the corners of your mouth up.

"sorry. long day." you trailed off but still stood to wrap your arms around his neck, feeling like some life was flooding back into you. he responded immediately, rubbing your back and pressing you further into him, petting your head when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. mark stood there patiently in his arms, soaking you up too until he broke the silence.

"you don't always have to be strong around me baby."

your breath caught at his words and how genuinely he said them. all the things you wanted to say were stuck in your throat and all you could do was nod against him. he didn't say anything more even when he felt your tears drop on his shoulder. it was ok if you didn't say everything on your mind today, he would be there today, tomorrow and every tomorrow after that.

renjun: "you can lean on me too"

you stood under some cover with clothes and hair drenched by the rain that started unexpectedly as you walked back from the corner store, thinking the fresh air would do you good. on any other day you might've gasped when the first rain drop hit your cheek, a surprise that made you hurry your steps home to get cozy- today was not that day.

if you didn't know any better, you'd think someone had cursed you. maybe because you were already stressed, every little thing that went wrong seemed to chip away at your resolve.

you hated calling renjun for things like this, he was busy enough as it is and really you could just walk home and cry in a hot shower later. but he was your boyfriend and you knew he would scold you for walking home in the cold when he could just come get you. so you shakily wiped your phone screen while your numb fingertips fumbled to find his contact and hit call. the lump was already in your throat and your eyes burned but you would not cry on this call.

that's what you told yourself and believed until you heard his voice.

"yn? are you ok?"

that's all it took.

you choked on sobs as you described your current predicament until he cut you off, telling you he happened to be in the area and could pick you up in less than ten. the tears had stopped and turned into small gasps on the way home. renjun hadn't said much on the car ride home but held your hand the whole way while you hung your head, tears falling on his fingers.

when he pulled up in front of your place he parked the car and turned to you, not letting go of your hands.

"talk to me" he said it in a kind tone but it made you feel like a child again, unable to articulate why you’d had such an outburst.

you still tried , stuttering around the objectively insignificant events that had built up to now, and circling around the fact that you hadn’t shared any of it with him because you didn’t want to be a burden.

he squeezed your twiddling, now clammy fingers softly in his own with a sigh.

“y/n.. you are always … always there for me. truthfully i don’t know how you put up with all my complaints. but i know you listen because you love me and you care about my problems.” he was looking so severely at you you couldn’t look away as he continued,

“i’m saying this because the point of being together in this life is to share the good and the bad. you can lean on me too.”

you squeezed his fingers back, nodding so he knew you heard him and that you would try.

jeno "your problems will never be too much for me"

he slipped your phone out of your hand, turning it off and face down on the counter, sitting next to you. only then did you look up at him quizzically.

“you’ve been staring at the same post for two minutes, so what’s really going on up there?” he tapped your forehead with his index, patiently waiting for your answer.

you knew there was no getting out of it once he confronted you so you sigh, looking at the counter in front of you.

“i really don’t know jen, it’s like nothing’s happening but it’s all still too much. i’m sorry for worrying you, i’m ok i swear.” you trail off not wanting to say too much.

he knew very well that work had been taking a toll on you , and the fact he was so busy and not around as much didn’t help. but he really couldn’t stand you keeping it to yourself and suffering silently just to spare him. days of coming home to you asleep at the table with food untouched in the fridge, or on top of the bed covers with a grimace, now all connected and his heart felt heavier with each breath.

seeing as he hadn’t said anything in response, you squeezed his bicep and smiled at him like you always did, tenderly and silently saying you’ll always put him first.

“i’m ok jen, you don’t have to worry about me when you have so much going on. i can take care of myself, promise.”

as you stood to find somewhere else to space out he grabbed your wrist to stop you. moving to hold your waist as he stood up, his bangs falling in front of his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’m always gonna worry about you, my job is to take care of you. your problems will never be too much for me, ok? i’m sorry i haven’t been home when you need me, i’ll do better. anything you need baby please let me handle it.”

he caught you off guard with his desperation and the pressure of his fingertips on your hips. so you reached up to his face pulling him down for a chaste kiss. he responded immediately, but pulled away to kiss your forehead as he stood up, hugging you properly and resting his chin against the top of your head.

"let's put on a movie and order in. we don't even have to watch it, just let me hold you."

your heart blossomed and you could already feel your stresses liquefying. the tight grip you had kept on yourself was loosening as you let him hold you together too.

all you could reply with was, “sounds perfect."

and that was more than enough for him.

haechan "every day with you excites me"

it was a typical day off with donghyuck. after he had convinced you (with not much resistance) to stay in bed for an extra hour trapped tightly between his limbs, you both got up to make breakfast.

as the two of you milled around the kitchen, there was no shock to how many kisses and pokes and squeezes he dared every time he passed by you.

once you finished and sat down to eat, he set a glass of water in front of you before sitting beside you, hooking his ankle around yours.

"drink that before your coffee please."

you looked from his face , framed by unruly curls he hadn't bothered to fix and all the beauty marks you loved to kiss back to the glass in front of you before letting out a delayed laugh.

he looked over at you curiously but still with a fond smile as he pretended to act offended.

"what's wrong with you? you're supposed to drink water before anything else in the morning... for health! i want you to be healthy for- stop laughing!"

this only made the giggles more uncontrollable even as you leaned over and kissed his cheek that was now a bit warmer than usual.

"what's wrong with you huh?"

after collecting yourself you sighed, reaching over to smooth his hair down.

"nothing is the matter my love. i just realized you tell me this same thing every time we make breakfast. and then i thought, 'is he going to tell me this every breakfast for the next 60 years? won't he get bored?' and it made me laugh. you're so cute and sweet you know?"

though the tips of his ears were pink, he still shook his head with a sigh and grumbled,

"well thank god that's why you're laughing i thought you had become delirious with like, i don't know, love. for me obviously because i'm so caring. i thought like 'wow she's so stricken by my actions she finally reached her breaking point.' or someth-"

you cut him off with a cut strawberry pressed against his open mouth. and he simply smiled before tugging you up from your chair into his lap. his mouth still full of fruit kissing your cheek countless times as he reached over and picked up your water glass again, handing it to you.

"you didn't even drink it." he whines, eyes following as you sip looking right back at him with amusement. "and for the record, yes. i will be doing this every day for forever with you because i like doing it. i like taking care of you, i like doing "mundane" things with and for you. every day with you excites me. i like waking up and pulling the covers over you, i like going to the store and buying toothpaste and bowls and- i dunno tape for us, i like folding your clothes and towels and i like telling you to drink water."

by now the glass was half empty and your heart was all the way full as he continued,

"i've never had a love like this. reciprocated, electric, comforting love. you make me feel so safe and treasured and i want to give back to you tenfold. i'd go to school for 46 years or however long they go to school to become your dentist if that's what you wanted from me. i used to think i was lazy or not meant for much in this life and now you give me so much purpose as a person and a man and your partner. i love it and i love you and there's nothing you can do about it , okay?"

the glass was empty when you set it down and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"you're lovely hyuck. especially in the morning, and very late at night for some reason."

"hey, what about the middle of the day? i'm so lovely all the time, all times of day." he pouted against your shoulder

"hm... yeah no the middle of the day you start to get a little rowdy, a little fired up and ... maybe even crazy some might say. oh yeah look it's nearing noon, i better take shelter before my boyfriend grabs me and doesn't let go and showers me in love and kisses for the rest of the day" you made a feeble attempt to get up when he suddenly grabbed your waist and dug his fingers in

"oh baby, it's too late. i wasn't planning on letting you go since we woke up." he pinched your hip making you yelp before adding "and i can do a lot more than kiss you."

no, his love would never get old.

jaemin "i'll show you how special you are"

jaemin suspected something was wrong but then he really knew when you said you were ready for bed at 10pm.

so naturally, he spent the 30 minutes you showered and did your night routine trying to figure out what had happened. it seemed like everything was fine at your mutual friend’s birthday dinner but as the ride home went on, you got progressively quieter. letting go of his hand as he drove to fiddle with your dress sent alarms blaring in his mind so much so he forgot to say anything. you walked in the door taking off your bag and shoes by yourself, practically teleporting into the bathroom leaving him stunned in the entry way.

he thought of springing this discussion after your shower but figured you needed some more time, so he forced himself to take a longer time getting ready for bed too.

he walked into the bedroom, to you laying with your back turned he sighed, tentatively slipping under the covers and scooping you to him before he could think to stop himself.

“jaemin…” you whined with no real bite as he inhaled deeply into your neck, kissing the slope of your shoulder up to your ear.

“tell me what’s wrong baby. cmon, i’m here. don’t leave me out.”

you paused for a while before accepting defeat. you knew it would come up eventually so it might as well be now,

��it’s dumb…” you grumbled, but relaxed in his hold either way.

“not dumb if it upsets you this much, i hate to see you so sad.” you could feel his pout against your skin. thankful you didn’t have to look at his face as you continued, far too embarrassed.

“i just… i overheard your friends talking about your ex. they didn’t even say anything really just that they hadn’t seen you out and actually happy since you guys broke up. so really, it was a good thing and i couldn't tell you why it upset me but it just made me wonder if you were actually happy with me or could be as in love. i don’t know…”

his hands moved softer over the curve of your waist as his expression hardened.

"who exactly was saying all of this?"

"i think you went to school with them, i don't know their names." your voice got smaller the hotter your face became until you prayed to vanish into the bed sheets.

he took a pause and did his best to not sound dismissive as he continued,

"angel, the only people whose opinion you should worry about are the ones who know that you're my everything. i don't know who… i don’t know why anyone is still worried about the past.”

he paused thoughtfully, sitting up on his elbow to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“you know and i know what my last relationship did to me. and you and i also know i am 1000% over what she did and i know she was no good to begin with for me.”

you finally turned your head to look at him, knowing he never liked to talk about his ex. the guilt crept up on you as you backpedaled on your tantrum

“i'm sorry jaems we don't have to talk about this.”

he gave you a sweet smile, his hair still slightly wet from his shower made you want to run your fingers through it. you wondered if he did his hair care by himself or neglected it because you didn't help him like you do every night.

“i don't mind talking about it. because not only am i truly madly deeply in love with you," he couldn't help but smile when you did too at this, "you made me realize i've never had a real love like this. you changed my life for the better. i'm sorry you had to hear anyone saying those things, but no one’s opinion matters to me when i have you and get to be loved by you. okay?” i’ll show you how special you are and let everyone know too so no one can doubt your or me again.”

your heart soared as his confession went on. you reached up to pull his face to yours for a quick kiss which he turned into three.

“ok, i love you. sorry i'm such a baby lets sleep now.”

“you are my baby yes. and i will always here to remind you how much i love you. now go to sleep and when you wake up i'll love you even more than i did today."

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aro-wyn · 1 day ago

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Jayce was a man defined by his dream and he threw it away without a second thought. You're telling me there was ZERO question in his mind of "hey maybe there's another solution besides kill my best friend and destroy my life's work"?? Bffr.

Viktor went from a man guided by logic and a desire to invent things to help people (specifically Zaunites) to an emotionless god-like entity whose reasoning makes no sense. They stripped him of his heritage, his history, his agency, his personality and his lore. Pack it up this bitch didn't even need to be an inventor he could have just been into runes or some shit

Ambessa was shown as a genuinely terrifying presence that loomed over the final Act of S1 like an omen for S2, only to proceed to take nothing but L's for the entirety of the season. Her lines fall back on themselves too often. "How could I not secure the scientists??" Stfu you tried to assassinate the main inventor of Hextech and you don't even know about the other one!

Ekko went from a powerful force of good to a man who felt guilty for "losing sight of what's valuable" or whatever the moral of giving Ekko 6 months of peace and quiet was. Don't get me wrong Ekko the character DESERVED that peace, but that's why we read and write fanfic. Narratively Ekko should have been allowed to do way more for Zaun. He should have spearheaded the revolution, not Jinx.

Sevika went from a formidable and strong character and was lowkey reduced to Jinx's accessory. "I'm gonna hate this, aren't I?" Bitch you wanted to KILL her a few weeks ago. Jinx gassed you unconscious and lashed you to your boss's ceiling a few DAYS ago. Why are you with her.

And on top of all the lazy character "arcs" we get Isha, who had zero development beyond "Jinx teaches a kid how to act with zero regard or respect for personal safety and dies because of it".

I'm done

"Characters will do a 180 from who they were in s1" They sure did!

Jinx went from mentally ill to magically healthy!

Mel went from a cunning politician to just a mage that hits hard

Caitlyn went from a girl that could offer Vi softness where she rarely experienced it in her life to Vi's abuser. And from a person who wants to help people to "idc because my mommy died"

Silco went from a revolutionary to a mouthpiece for Piltover

And Vi? Vi went from a powerful character to barely a character at all!

#arcane critical #i'm feeling spicy today sorry #arcane criticism #arcane season 2

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lucky-bucky-boy · 4 hours ago

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impure bucky thoughts based off of this post

tw: smut, kinda rough, choking, implied established relationship, pet names, iffy writing (trying to work on present tense writing for my book since i normally write past tense)

God only knows what had gotten into Bucky. The moment he was home his hands were gripping your hips, lips against yours with feverish desperation, and he had practically carried you over your stumbling feet to the bedroom. There was no time for niceties or greetings before he was on you like prey.

Not that it mattered. Not with the slick squelch and rhythmic slapping of skin as his thrusting numbed every part of your brain. The cool metal of his left hand planting firmly between your shoulder blades, pushing the front half of your body down and allowing his hips to angle better.

The position wasn't new, but surely wasn't a normal. Bucky was usually so loving and sweet, preferring to have you facing him so he could kiss you breathless. And you loved that, loved how attentive and genuine he was most of the time.

That fact didn't stop the electric bolts of blinding pleasure that were racing through you with every press of his tip to that spot only he was able to reach. The current position giving him a direct line to it with every thrust as his flesh hand kept squeezing at your hip to hold your ass tilted up. The dripping wetness sticking to both your thighs as he pressed forward more was becoming lost on you once Bucky was using his full weight behind every thrust.

It was a matter of moments before your body was caving under his force, knees sliding down toward his own and your body slouching forward. The sudden movement momentarily causing Bucky to lose his rhythm, the feel of his soaked cock sliding against your ass as a small huff of frustration left him.

"Can't even keep yourself up," Bucky's taunting failed to register in your brain as the brief warning it was. The tsking sound he made telling you far too late to breathe. As his metal hand moved from its spot on your back to your neck, his flesh hand was lining him back up with your weeping core.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, doll, and take everything I give you." Bucky punctuating his words with a quick thrust into you, the cool metal squeezing ever-so-slightly, and he lips pressing to your shoulder to hide the prideful smile as he relished in every whine and whimper that was managing to escape you.

#smut #bucky barnes smut #est. relationship bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes x reader smut

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motorway-south · 10 hours ago

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cersei loves jaime

the idea that jaime loves cersei in a genuine and true way while cersei only wants to take advantage of jaime and loves him as an extension of herself is completely misogynistic. cersei really does love jaime, expressly for the person he is. what makes the cersei/jaime affair toxic (especially in affc/adwd) is that jaime was given a list of names by tyrion of men cersei has slept with, and it completely destroys his trust in her

"Cersei is a lying whore, she's been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack and probably Moon Boy for all I know..." - Jaime I, AFFC

Lancel and Ser Osmund and how many more? Was the part about Moon Boy just a gibe? - Jaime IV, AFFC

i shit you not, jaime thinks of this moment 10 times across his 7 chapters in AFFC. This wedge is further agitated by cersei's (rightful!!!) paranoia about the tyrells and tommen. it's in the moments where jaime is most flippant with tommen's safety that she is cruelest towards him. she isn't angry that her mini-me isn't doing exactly what she asks. she's angry that, days after their first child AND father's deaths, jaime shows callous disregard for their only remaining child's safety (with myrcella in dorne)

but it's completely ridiculous to say cersei doesn't love jaime. he's her first choice to be her new hand as regent:

"We are his heirs, Jaime," she whispered. "It will be up to us to finish his work. You must take Father's place as Hand. You see that now, surely. Tommen will need you . . ." - Cersei I, AFFC

ignore the lannister facsism my girl was lowkey drinking the kool aid. NEVERTHELESS him denying her here really does fuck with her head and become another in a long list of abandonments she deals with in AFFC

but wait! you say. she immediately says this to kevan afterwards:

"Jaime . . . Jaime has taken vows. Jaime never thinks, he laughs at everything and everyone and says whatever comes into his head. Jaime is a handsome fool." - Cersei II, AFFC

this line could be damning. it's not kind, and it's not entirely accurate (though it is accurate the the persona that jaime puts on). but it also comes at a crucial moment in the "breaking" of cersei, which is when she realizes that she is not tywin's heir. she married robert. she gave him grandchildren. she restored him to hand of the king. and yet.

"I shall set matters aright!" Cersei softened her tone. "With your help, Uncle. If you will serve me as faithfully as you served my father—" "You are not your father. And Tywin always regarded Jaime as his rightful heir." - Cersei II, AFFC

Though he was ten years her junior, he wanted her; Cersei could see it in the way he looked at her. Men had been looking at her that way since her breasts began to bud. Because I was so beautiful, they said, but Jaime was beautiful as well, and they never looked at him that way. When she was small she would sometimes don her brother's clothing as a lark. She was always startled by how differently men treated her when they thought that she was Jaime. Even Lord Tywin himself... - Cersei IV, AFFC

cersei isn't being cruel to jaime because he rejected her. she's being cruel because kevan and tywin have rejected her as a possible heir.

prophecy paranoia also gets to her

Jaime did not understand. No one understood. Only Melara had been in the tent to hear the old hag's croaking threats, and Melara was long dead. ... There is no one I can rely upon, not even Jaime, she realized grimly. - Cersei III, AFFC

but i promise you, under all of this, cersei still has a huge crush on jaime

she thinks of him very highly in regards to his tourney wins

No man will stand before him." Margaery Tyrell gave the queen a coy smile. "But I never knew that King Robert was so accomplished at the joust. Pray tell us, Your Grace, what tourneys did he win? What great knights did he unseat? I know the king should like to hear about his father's victories." A flush crept up Cersei's neck. The girl had caught her out. Robert Baratheon had been an indifferent jouster, in truth. During tourneys he had much preferred the mêlée, where he could beat men bloody with blunted axe or hammer. It had been Jaime she had been thinking of when she spoke. - Cersei V, AFFC

she frequently thinks back on his words

Jaime always said that the hardest part of any battle is just before, waiting for the carnage to begin. When she stepped outside, Cersei saw that the sky was grey and bleak. - Cersei X, AFFC

including some truly terrible jokes im sorry cersei but theres no defending this one

The dank and dismal fortnight Cersei spent at Greenstone, the seat of House Estermont, was the longest of her young life. Jaime dubbed the castle "Greenshit" at first sight, and soon had Cersei doing it too. - Cersei V, AFFC

these little moments highlight that cersei does see jaime's personality, his jokes, his skill for battle and jousting, and they're not traits she envies for herself. we NEVER see cers wish she was funnier, and while she expresses a desire to be a man, she never really expresses a desire to wield a sword like the other warrior maids we meet in the series (brienne, arya, asha). she describes jaime as her sword arm, but that too is playing off of jaime's own projections of himself. cersei wants to be a great king, and jaime wants to be a great kingsguard.

the "extension of herself" theory only works if cersei is keeping jaime in a subservient position to her, which is countered by the fact he time and time again refuses power that would upset his position as kingsguard. it would also make sense if she only lauded jaime's traits that were similar to hers, which she obviously doesn't. cersei truly loves jaime, but that love becomes corrupted by the blood that is required for its sustanence (jon arryn, bran, ned, joffrey, etc.)

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #a feast for crows #affc #jaime x cersei #jaime lannister #cersei lannister

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 2 days ago

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Umiri's tragic backstory

So Umiri introduces her story in a silly way. (Because she's very silly.) She drops a "I have a painful backstory I can't get through without drinking", with language I assume stereotypical enough for Nyamu to immediately point out the obvious: she wasn't drinking alcohol. The way she introduces it prompts Nyamu to go "okay, fine, that's what's happening now".

I really enjoy their dynamic, in a way similar to Umiri's dynamic with Taki: there's an air of detachment accompanied by straightforward respect. There's the comfort of being a little rough on that person without being worried they'll take it the wrong way. It's an opportunity for Umiri to be a little Silly without having to involve herself more than she wants to.

So, about that. I do want to pay attention to it and speak about Umiri's genuine negative feelings: because I'm not about to let a fake IDGAFer trick me! Reference silly situations and omit the details all you want, Umiri; this is affecting your daily life.

We can only operate with the assumption that she's telling the entire truth (that she's aware of): the visuals indicate that in the past, Umiri was burned by missing a social cue hardcore. I can feel this scene course through my insides; the one passionate little girl throwing herself into a group project 100%, completely missing that her friends are on an entirely different page, and about to dip on her.

This sucks ass. I know "oh, she's just autistic" seems comforting enough compared to what the likes of Sakiko or Mutsumi have going on, but all memes aside - such symptoms and experiences, whether or not Umiri is intended to be autistic, are extremely painful and isolating.

This is BanG Dream!, so we're talking about a character to whom music and her instrument are very important. The visual of Umiri standing alone on stage, even though she was already alone in the changing room, tells a story in and of itself: of her going anyway. Why? Did she hope they might still come? Did she want to hang on to the "dream" audition? Regardless, there's one other thing young girls aren't known to enjoy: humiliation. Standing alone on stage in front of an audience of adults who are definitely piecing the story together, crying from her hurt feelings... that's a humiliating experience.

I'm reminded of the humbled Soyo watching herself on stage, abandoned by her bandmates one by one, if just in her imagination.

"I was interfering too much, with good intentions. I never thought that would annoy people." That description, to me, represents someone who has thought about it over and over. Who has put the finger on exactly what happened, who can describe it no problem, and yet... it still hurts, else it wouldn't keep coming up.

Additionally, this is someone who is choosing her words carefully. She is very specific about the way she is portraying herself and her feelings. It's very different to the self-loathing Sakiko: I had good intentions. I am calm about this. I am self-aware.

This is a way of protecting herself. You can't hurt me if my shields are up; if I'm already aware of exactly what happened in my painful past and of every way you could make fun of me for the way I'm talking to you right now. She says it herself as well: she guarded herself from experiencing this again by joining multiple bands instead of putting all her eggs in one basket.

She does bring up to DISRUPTION that she's looking for a safeguard to avoid "bothering" her parents. DISRUPTION allowed her to keep that despite Ave Mujica's disbanding. I don't think we have any information indicating whether this was already a driving force when she was younger (which could have informed her interest in being scouted), or if it's a separate issue.

What's evident is that Umiri over-corrected. She identified her taking leadership as the problem, and began to avoid it at all costs. Call her backstory silly all you want, but this impacts her daily and social life! By avoiding it completely, she fell in the opposite category of unreliable person, and thus failed at uniting another band.

...She's learning her lesson: don't avoid taking the lead. You need to be trusted. The problem is... she might be... over-correcting again.

I think we should bite her. As for Doloris... she doesn't appear to believe Umiri has her shit together either.

Speaking of this silly idiot's parents... I have talked, in the past, of my issue with BanG Dream! repeatedly spouting some Dieting Bullshit. I'd also brought up the lack of mention of the social implications of being stupid rich, which has since been tackled with Sakiko... therefore, is it possible that Ave Mujica is trying to tackle dieting and/or eating disorders?

The products here appear to be referencing a genuine brand named CalorieMate (I hope the linked post is trying to be funny, for their sake). Of course, the dialogue alone indicates that Umiri refuses to feed herself normally.

This is surprising, since Umiri had initially been established as that girl who gulped down a ton of macarons at once. She's also always drinking something from the vending machine, which isn't a constant for her classmates. The overeating and diet food are definitely implying a disordered relationship with food. (I also think it's noteworthy that she ate at 12:00 on the dot. Either she was hungry and waiting for the right time to be "allowed" to eat or she forced herself to eat in order to stay on a specific schedule.)

While looking for that brand, I did have to open Twitter, and found this good point:

I don't think Umiri's problems are all that light-hearted. As I mentioned above, I think the implied social isolation is gut-wrenching. It might be my C-PTSD talking, but trauma can look all sorts of ways, and it can ruin your daily life. On top of that, although we have very little information about it so far, an eating disorder is nothing to sneer at: it is a genuine mental struggle that also impacts the body (greatly) and can endanger the person's life.

This is a girl who's all over the place. Did you see the sheer amount of luxury items she bought? She's definitely not eating anything else this month. Regardless her backstory, this is not a healthy place to be in.

Umiri's crashout made me sweat. It could turn out that Umiri's experience isn't a big T trauma that changed everything, but a lot of little t trauma that she was mistakenly left to try and fix on her own; and still, she would fit the bill as an Ave Mujica girlie who Needs Help At The Moment.

To conclude - I don't know when Nyamu became an Umiri hater, but I stan.

She was not being half as scary there as she ended up becoming after their conversation.

Just kidding. There's something else I wanted to say. Here's a PS: why is it that Taki and Tomori are allowed to be bossy about their bands and with their bandmates, and still be seen, appreciated, and earn what they want? Why did it fail so bad when Umiri did it - although she too had good intentions? "Fuck that noise, I want my band to succeed too!" and "if that worked on Sakiko and Mutsumi, then it should work when I try it too, right?"

#cw: ed #bang dream #bandori #umiri yahata #long post #ave mujica spoilers

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wovendreamscapes · 1 day ago

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I made this a story!

Azriel had never been one for gossip. He found it tedious, an unnecessary waste of breath when there were more pressing matters at hand—like missions, strategy, and ensuring his family didn’t get themselves killed in some reckless act of bravado. But lately, he had found himself the unfortunate subject of such chatter, and it was grating on his nerves.

"Azriel and Eris," Cassian had muttered under his breath one evening, not even attempting to be discreet. "Now that's a match I never saw coming."

Azriel had nearly choked on his wine. "Excuse me?" he had snapped, his shadows curling around his shoulders like an offended cat.

Cassian, the absolute menace that he was, had only grinned. "Oh, you know. The way you look at him."

Azriel had scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I do not look at him in any way."

Rhys, who had been lounging nearby, had exchanged a glance with his mate. Feyre, ever the picture of innocent amusement, had merely sipped her wine.

"Right," Cassian had drawled. "And I suppose you also don't go suspiciously silent every time he walks into the room."

"I don't."

"And I assume you didn't nearly decapitate that poor envoy last week for saying Eris was a—what was it? A pompous little brat?"

Azriel’s jaw had tightened. "That was entirely unrelated."

Cassian had smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. "Of course it was."

It had taken every ounce of Azriel’s willpower not to throw his dagger at him. But he had restrained himself, because he was a professional, and because Cassian was a very large idiot who would never let it go if he showed even the slightest hint of genuine frustration.

Still, the rumors persisted, and Azriel had spent the better part of the evening convincing himself—and anyone who would listen—that he did not, in any capacity, have a crush on Eris Vanserra.

Which was absurd. Because he didn’t.

Pff, as if I have a crush on Eris Vanserra, he thought irritably, swirling the wine in his glass. Out of all people. They are all idiots for thinking so. I would never.

It was a ridiculous notion. Eris was arrogant. Sharp-tongued. Infuriatingly smug. And yet—

Azriel felt his shoulders tense when the male in question entered the hall, effortlessly commanding attention without even trying. His auburn hair gleamed under the candlelight, and his expression was carefully neutral, though there was a sharpness to his gaze, a quiet calculation beneath that perpetual air of boredom.

Azriel absolutely did not stare at him.

"You're doing it again," Cassian whispered, nudging him.

Azriel blinked. "Doing what?"

Cassian grinned, the expression entirely too knowing. "Pretending you don't like him while visibly failing."

Azriel shot him a withering glare, but it did nothing to deter him. Cassian only leaned in closer, voice dripping with amusement. "Tell me, what is it about him that’s got you all twisted up? The hair? The way he fights? The fact that he could probably burn you alive and you’d thank him for it?"

"Shut up," Azriel muttered.

Cassian chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "No, really. I’m curious. You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s the eyes."

Azriel stiffened.

Cassian smirked. "Ah. It is the eyes, isn't it?"

Azriel exhaled sharply through his nose, irritation prickling at his skin. "I—"

He hesitated, glancing back toward Eris.

Damn it.

The firelight flickered against his face, highlighting the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the precise curve of his jaw. But it was his eyes that caught Azriel’s attention—their depth, their impossible shade of embered gold, like molten copper glowing in the light. They were stunning, in a way that Azriel found deeply unfair.

Azriel shifted slightly closer to Cassian, lowering his voice as if the admission might be less damning if he kept it quiet. "Correct me if I’m wrong," he murmured, his tone carefully neutral, "but Eris Vanserra definitely has the most beautiful eyes in the entire world."

Cassian nearly choked on his drink.

Azriel barely resisted the urge to sigh.

"You're hopeless," Cassian wheezed, wiping his mouth.

Azriel scowled. "Forget I said anything."

Cassian grinned, looking positively delighted. "Oh, absolutely not."

And when Eris turned his head slightly, catching Azriel's gaze from across the room with an unreadable expression, Azriel decided, begrudgingly, that perhaps everyone had been right all along.

Azriel *internally*: Pff, as if I have a crush on Eris Vanserra. Out of all people. They are all idiots for thinking so. I would never.

*five minutes later*

Azriel *leaning closer to Cassian, whispering*: Correct me if I’m wrong, but Eris Vanserra definitely has the most beautiful eyes in the entire world.

#azris #azris supremacy #acotar #azriel #eris vanserra #incorrect quotes #incorrect acotar quotes #incorrect azris quote #acosf

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heyhoeudoin · 23 hours ago

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JEWELRY

"You didn't feel whole."

pairing: senku ishigami x reader

words: 1.3k

genre/s: fluff, comfort

warning/s: no pronouns (i think), no obvious timeline whatsoever (i think), jumping around feelings/no clear definition of a relationship

synopsis: senku knows that there's only one thing from the modern world that you're missing

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a/n: here's the original idea i had to fondness, and it's more of a self-indulgence because i too have bracelets that never really leave my person. could be a part 2, but it didn't really feel like a part 2 at the same time. it's another short one, but please enjoy nonetheless!

senku would consider himself as someone observant. it's especially apparent since he keept noticing new things about you everyday.

it was a habit that he thought he got rid of when he stopped glancing over to where he expected you to be (only to be reminded that you were still stuck in stone). but no. it all came crashing back when they managed to find you, and de-petrified you.

the first thing he noticed missing from you was the two piercings underneath your bottom lips. your snake bites were gone. corroded from time. it was strange to not see the piercings you've always had ever since the two of you met.

you had caught senku staring at your lips one time. you consciously raise your hand, hovering your fingers on your bottom lips.

"it's weird, no?" you asked with a shy smile. "i don't think you've ever seen me without my piercings. it certainly does feel weird not having them."

senku thought you didn't miss them all too much.

another thing he had noticed missing was your earrings, or rather the lack of variety of it. every other day or so, you would change your earrings to whatever you felt like wearing that day. though, your usual daily earrings would be these small gold hoops. gold doesn't corrode, so these earrings survived albeit a bit beaten up, but survived nonetheless.

then it was the ring that usually dawned your middle finger. usually a silver band with an embedded design or something else. he remembered you telling him how it was hard to find a ring your size, especially one that isn't adjustable. so when this silver band fit you perfectly, it became the ring you usually wore.

senku thought that you could live without it anyways.

it was this certain one that he knew that you were genuinely missing from the modern world. it was your bracelet. the bracelet that he gave you, and ever since he gave it to you, you always had it on you. admittedly, he didn't really put a lot of effort into picking that bracelet. he just looked for a dark colored small beaded bracelet, then took the first one he found and ran with it. but... he knew that that piece of jewelry were different from all the other jewelry pieces you've ever owned.

because you could not live without it.

for days, he would notice that every time your eyes fall onto your bare wrist, you would look around frantically for the bracelet. "oh my god! have you seen my bracelet?" you would let out in various ways.

"what bracelet?" someone would then ask, making you freeze in motion and be brutally reminded that it was gone. really gone.

your fist would curl on its own. your nails digging into your palm as your other hand clench around the bare wrist.

then nothing.

you relax your body to what it was before, and continue on with what you were doing.

"oh, i keep forgetting i don't have it anymore," you would then reply with a bashful smile.

senku knew you were pretending to not be bothered by it, but he knew you too well (he observed you to well) to know that you truly were devastated by the lost of it.

he didn't how he got to this point.

to the point of him asking kaseki if he could make a bracelet from the rubber strand he provided. to the point of asking the people from the village and who are a part of the kingdom of science to gather small perfect pearls. to the point of him trying to perfectly replicate it from his memory.

to the point of him wanting to see you finally at ease with a not-so-empty wrist.

"here," senku says with a fist stretched out towards you.

you paused in whatever you were doing to stare at the said fist, then glanced back up to his eyes with a raised brow. "and what's this supposed to be?" you asked as you placed a palm underneath it, no hesitation.

his fist opened and you felt something drop on your palm. both hands pulled apart, and that's when you saw the item placed on your hand.

a small beaded pearl bracelet.

"senku—!" you exclaimed his name from shock and confusion at the sight of beautiful pearly white bracelet. "how did… when did you...?"

you then looked up from your palms and made contact with senku's seemingly a bit embarrassed face. his chin tucked a bit downwards, his eyes avoiding yours, and his ears tipped red. the sight made your chest tighten, your eyes slightly widen, and your lips curling into an awkward yet shy smile.

"i can't afford you to get distracted every hour or so," he then says, gaining back his usual confidence as he crossed his arms on his chest and turned to finally face you.

you instinctively slipped on the bracelet on your empty wrist. the feeling of it around your wrist felt familiar—felt right. your heart swelled at the sight of senku's act of giving for the umpteenth time. your lips then pursed, holding back a fit of giggles.

"and here i thought it was my turn," you managed to let out with a delighted smile.

"what?"

senku stared at the dangling simple necklace you held up in front of his face. it wasn't just a regular necklace though, it was a full circle black pearl necklace with a slightly bigger sized cut jade in the middle as its main piece.

"a necklace?" he blurts out as he stepped closer to you, allowing you to snap the necklace around his neck.

you let out a short chuckle. "i've been wanting to get you something since you gave me that bracelet," you tell him. "i though it was time for you to receive something instead of you always giving." your hands then rested on his shoulders.

he let out a scoff-like laugh. "then should i take back the bracelet?" he teased with his usual smirk.

you recoiled back, using your other hand as a protective shield on the bracelet with a pouty frown. "hey no! no take backs!"

he laughed.

"i'm kidding, you idiot," he says. "it'd be a damn waste if i just took it back. who else is going to wear that besides the person its made for?"

you were used to his blunt remarks, but this one... this one... really made you blush. the way he said it just—! you buried your hands into your face, covering your blushing mess.

"y/n?"

"i hate you so much, senku."

"what?!"

you spread your fingers apart, peeking through them to stare at senku. he stared back with furrowed brows, looking confused at your sudden actions. you then closed the distance between you two, and wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him into a tight hug.

"thank you... i'll cherish the bracelet once more."

"hai hai," he mused as he rubbed his hand on your lower back, then he leaned into your neck. "...thanks too."

extra:

yuzuriha set down a plate of filled glasses on the table, distributing them to each person. "oh? where's senku and y/n?" she asked, noticing the missing heads.

gen took a glass with a smirk while looking off into the nearby lab. "finally exchanging gifts they made to each other," he mused.

"can't believe we had to find two sets of pearls. the fact that they both had the same idea of what to give to the other was surprising already on its own," kohaku commented as she laid her chin on a palm. "seriously, those two should just get together already."

yuzuriha let out a smile. "i think... i think they already know what they each are to the other," she says, tucking the tray between her arm.

gen chuckled at her comment. "well, maybe they'll put a bel-lay in whatever they have, in due time of course. it would be a rather fun ride."

"ohoho! youthful love! how wonderful!" kaseki exclaimed. "if they're the type to give gifts, it'll be fun to make whatever they have in mind!"

"see"—gen laughs—"even kaseki-chan think so too."

kohaku snorts. "hah! it'll be like our own romance gossip."

"see~! now you're getting it."

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