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All I want in life is someone who will sit and watch yugioh gx with me. Maybe play some final fantasy too?
#for the non voice acted games we can read the dialog in funny voices đĽş#that's what me and my sister do when we play them#but I want someone that's not just my sister yâknow?#like a friend?#or a.... significant other maybe? universe....?#but seriously I wish my friends were into the stuff I am đ#or at least were receptive to me wanting to share them with them đ#I kinda stopped trying to do that a long time ago because it never worked#and the one friend I have gotten to watch gx with me I haven't actually seen in person in maybe 2 years and we havenât even finished it đ#we're still like halfway through season 4 đ#universe help me đ#abby's just rambling don't mind her
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Why aren't you famous or celebrity???? :[
Because I'm weird....And I don't think any company would want to work with me????
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Plus I'm POC and also an Islander a SPECIFICALLY Guamanian... So I don't think I'll be looking for any companies anytime soon sadly...
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characters: priest!sub!blade x demon lord!nb!dom!reader
warnings: breeding, creampie, eating out, fingering, squirting, monsterfucking, non-verbal ask of consent, dirty talk, feminization (like literally), lactating, nipple stimulation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, cervix kissing, blade is a demon hunting priest, reader is a demon lord so they can choose whether to have a cock or pussy so basically genderfluid reader???? also reader changes bladeâs anatomy to have a pussy and womb â itâs so messy okayđđ
word count: 4.4K
notes: you KNOW shit is getting real when nobu starts word count. never thought i would be writing a bit of a dark-ish content yet here we are. the power of the hornyđ also inspired by my chat with one of ririshizuâs bots
special thank you to @theblades and @yenaakwyl for proofreading a whole damn 14 pages of filth
being a priest is no laughing matter. especially when youâre the type of priest that hunts and gets rid of demons who somehow ended up with a demon lord clinging to you, whoâs constantly at your side, asking you questions about the human realm.
what was up with you, anyways? a literal demon lord, one of the lords of a deadly sin and yet here you were, dragging him around the streets, pointing at random things, wanting to sample every street food there were. sure, your human form was incredibly deceiving. a short, sweet human, clinging to his arm, excitedly pointing at the many different things that caught your attention. it would be hard for anyone to think of you as a demon lord in disguise.
except for blade. heâs been in this field of work for such a long time. constantly vanquishing demons who either were too annoying or possessed a poor, curious soul. the sharp edge of his shard sword is no laughing matter.
but you didnât seem to mind. this demon lord, acting like a curious puppy, pulling him to each sides of the streets â ignoring the loud angry shouts of the car drivers and the constantly thinning of his wallet of course. not that blade had much to worry when it came to financial freedom. putting his life on the line and vanquishing demons from the human realm pays a generous amount.
it felt wrong to allow you to cling to him. you, a demon lord, no matter what your disguises meant or whatever pathetic excuse you came up with of wanting to sample human food. he should have gotten rid of you sooner yet no matter how much his hands twitch to unsheathe his shard sword, he just canât seem to do it. no matter what his threats may seem or be heard of, the priest just canât bring himself to harm you. if anything, he finds himself doing the absolute opposite, to his blatant horror.
âwait, no, donât do that. the water just boiled so itâs hot, it could burn your tongueâ
âyou do realize that ice isnât meant to be eaten, right? no, i donât care how much of a pretty shape itâs in or if it still has the aftertaste of the coffeeâ
âif you eat too much raw red pepper, you could have a heart stroke. 14 is enough on one sitting. give it hereâ
yes, you get the point. a priest vanquishing demon, living together with a demon lord and even protecting them. hypocritical, right?
one night, as you two were cuddling on the couch and absentmindedly watching cliche horror movies that has demons with red skin and horns and a tail, that reminded something to blade. demons have unique demon forms depending on their sins and âbirthâ. but you never once showed an ounce of your demon form. not even a single slip-up.
âhmm? why do you ask? curious?â you hum softly, taking another fistful of the popcorn in the bowl. not that blade minded. if anything, he unconsciously pushed the bowl of popcorn closer to you.
âi guess so. you never even spoke of your demon form whether it has a tail or notâ the priest mumbles, his husky voice turning softer just for a moment. or maybe he was just sleepy, judging by his dark eye-bags and little yawns.
oh right, you never did. but then again, blade never asked of your demon form before so, itâs to be expected after all.
just as blade had shrugged off your silence and turned his attention back to the tv, he felt something slithering around his waist. swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he briefly looks down at what was wrapping around his waist. there, snug around his hips was a long, pale white, scaled, snake-like tail. it seemed incredibly long, judging by how it easily wrapped around his hips few times and the rest was just dangling off of the side of the couch.
was this�
he could feel his hand twitch. itching, something under his skin itching of wanting to reach down and run his hand over the smooth looking scales of the tail.
pat! pat pat!
before blade could even make sense of what the fuck he just did, his hand had unconsciously unraveled from itâs former crossed position. one hand going down, flattening his palm over the smooth, large tail before giving it a few pats. at the same time, he could hear another low pat pat! sounds coming from the side of the couch. must be your tail ends flicking and hitting against the couch, he deducted.
briefly, blade steals a glance at your face. still watching the movie on the TV, seemingly paying no mind to the feeling of his human hand resting over your tail. it was oddly warm to the touch. from the look of it resembling a snake like tail, he expected it to be cold.
slowly, he runs his hand over the scales. soft, smooth and easily gliding over them as if it was nothing. sure, some bumps are felt on the palm of his hand but other than the occasional little ridges, it was completely smooth. how⌠soothing.
blade doesnât know how or when but over the course of time you spent at his apartment, these little moments of playing with your tail had become a normal occurrence. little moments of âaffectionâ if you will. fridays had become the weekly movie nights. blade would put on some random horror movie that you chose to be the most interesting based on the summary of the movie. half an hour or so into the movie and blade would feel the familiar scales of your tail wrap around his hips.
the priest would sometimes toy with your tail in hopes of getting you to show your true color of being a demon lord. to make you angry. to make you snap and finally show your true colors. if anything, it had the complete opposite effect as your tail only tightened around him. low, deep rumbling sounds akin to a purr coming from the depths of your chest.
briefly, the priest would catch himself wondering how it would feel to lay his head on your chest as you purr. cats have de-stressing and soothing qualities to their purrs. would demons be the same? sometimes, he would even catch himself thinking of⌠sacrilegious things. like how your tail would feel wrapped around his legs, opening him up for you. how your form could shapeshift and could have a human maleâs anatomy. would you purposefully make it big? would you force it past his twitching rim, uncaring of his whines and pleads to wait?
ah, but that sounded so unlike you. despite being a demon lord, you have been nothing but calm and peaceful with blade. soft hums, nods of agreement, always needing his help and inquiring him of his thoughts on something.
then, would you coax him? whispering soft reassurances in the shell of his ear as you softly push your cock inch by inch inside him. a large, clawed, inhuman hand running over his stomach, talking about all sorts of things, promising to breed him full of your seeds as he cries. opening his legs wide with your tail wrapped around his thighs, wiping away his tears as he cries so prettily?
âf-fuckâŚâ unknowingly, blade found himself with a little problem. another movie night, another time spent together âcuddlingâ. yet due to his own thoughts, blade finds himself embarrassingly hard. shit, he needed to find a way to leave the room and take care of his problem. but your tail way starting to curl around him in loops, just like how a snake would wrap itself around itâs prey.
did you know? know of his raging hard on and was just teasing him now? no. taking a brief glance at your face caused blade to come to a conclusion that you didnât know. yet. that was the biggest part. or maybe you did considering just how your tail was moving around his waist. slipping under the hem of his shirt, slipping up, curling around his body under his shirt. scale coming in contact with skin. blade almost let out a moan at the feeling if it werenât for him biting down on his lips.
â[n-name], get your tail off. i need to use the bathroomâ internally cursing himself out for stuttering, blade can only hope that you would oblige. gods, just the way you let out a soft âhmm?â while playing innocent, smiling at him and blinking like nothing happened while your tail curls around his skin.
fuck, he was done for. you knew. you fucking knew.
âare you sure? your body seems to react positively from the amount of human interaction that iâve had until now, bladeâ the end of your tail circles around his peck. slowly trailing the end as if you were going to squeezeâ
ân-ngaah?!â a surprised noise comes from the priestâs mouth before he clenches his jaws shut, brows furrowing together as he tries to ignore the feeling on his chest. soft and slow circles. the end of your tail was wrapped around his nipple, pulling and rolling it between as if it was nothing. shit, when did his chest get so sensitive?
âoh that was a cute sound. do it againâ you hum, turning away from the TV and looking at him now. curse you for looking so damn interested and curious as your tail fondles his nubs. blade can feel his pants starting to form a wet patch as his breathing becomes more labored.
ât-take⌠your goddamn tail off. i swear, iâll ghhâ! chop it into piecesâŚ!â despite his best efforts, his words had no bite. just weak mumblings of a pathetic excuse of a priest being turned on as a literal demon lord tugs at his nipple. he was even starting to quietly whine in place as he tries to swallow down his moans.
âsay, blade. i read from somewhere that human chest can lactate when stimulated enough. can you lactate?â blade almost shrieked at your words. lactating? him? while it was true that human women can lactate if they gave birth, he was unsure about men being able to lactate.
ân-no! canât! iâm a man, itâs impossible for my chest to produce miâungh!â his words die quickly in his throat when your tail clenched around his nipple tightly. pulling on it, familiar to a pinching motion. since when did his body get so sensitive like this? or was this all your doing? did you secretly put a spell on him to make him sensitive?
âstop..! [n-name] stop ooungh! please, stop! iâm telling you, iâm a man. i canât lactate like a woman!â his pleads fall on deaf ears as you slip his shirt off over his head. instead this time, using your hands to knead and fondle his pecks. squeezing, rolling his sensitive nubs between your fingers, even tugging on them. it all got blade letting out uncharacteristic high pitched noises like a cat in heat.
âp-please⌠stop this, [name]..â blade trails off, red in the face, shame, embarrassment and arousal swirling in his stomach like a hot bubbling lava as he admits defeat and whines helplessly.
âthen wriggle yourself out of my tail. itâs loose around you, bladieâ you briefly retort as you suckle on his nipple. mouth latched to his chest, biting and planting wet kisses all around his soft pink areola. as weak as his whimpers and pathetic his begging were, he really wasnât making a single attempt to pull back. you have given him enough chances even now as your tail stays loose around him. yet he still tries to act like he hates it.
switching between giving attention to his two nipples with blade not even thinking of pulling himself out of your tail, the movie plays in the background, long forgotten. you were determined to make this weird human of yours lactate. you can make him!
it didnât took much longer until blade let out a yelp as a warm liquid drops in your mouth. the taste oddly sweet and a bit thick in texture. realizing that his chest was feeling much more heavier and nipples felt more wetter than before, the priestâs eyes widen in horror and arousal. did you really managed to stimulate him enough to make him lactate?
âoh? so, i was right! humans can lactate regardless of their genderâ you let out a soft giggle, internally cheering as a bright smile comes across your face. the sheer amount of exuberance you showed in his lactation had caused blade to feebly attempt to cover his chest.
âdonât! donât look⌠itâs embarrassingâŚâ the man whines, shaking hands covering up his leaking nubs. but that proves to be futile as his hands covering his chest had caused him to twitch. everything felt so much and so little at the same time. his poor cock was neglected and weeping, staining his pants as you stimulate his nipples as he whines.
this wasnât supposed to happen! he wasnât supposed to be this sensitive to your touches.
but the leaking of his milk had seemed to cause something to stir in your chest. an odd sense of possessiveness and need to claim him growing in your heart, tugging at it. laying your palm flat against his stomach, you rub slow circles onto it. somehow, it had helped to lessen bladeâs embarrassment.
âbladie, how would you feel if i were to make you my baby momma?â your voice cuts him out of the trance like state he was in. blinking his eyes a few times with a weak âhuh?â as if he hadnât heard you. with a quiet chuckle, you ask again. repeating the question to him slowly in case he was too pleasure driven.
baby momma? but thatâs something that people refer to when women get pregnant right? were you referring to making him pregnant? but that was impossible! he was a man and men had different anatomy compared to womenâs!
âi can use a few spells. you would have a female anatomy. but only if you wish to be my baby momma. i would take good care of you and the kids, weâd be together as a cute family. donât you think weâd be a cute family, blade?â he could briefly hear you hum. but the rest of your words flew over his head since the female anatomy part.
a female anatomy. blade would have a pussy, a womb, cervix the perfect anatomy to get pregnant. he would be a cute baby momma. your baby momma. and he would carry your kids. a child who was half you and half him, a cute bundle of sunshine.
âplease⌠please do. make me your baby momma. i wanna be your b-baby momma..!â blade nods frantically, not even bothering to think over the consequences too deeply. but the prospect of having your kids, of having you inside him got blade rubbing his thighs together, head spinning with all sorts of thoughts as his breathing becomes labored. you said you would take good care of him and the kids! heâll be in good hands.
although a part of his brain was screaming at him, telling him to withdraw from the touch of your palm running over his stomach, changing his insides, blade could only sit there dumbly. a baby. a cute baby that you two made together. it would be so sweet, so cute. blade couldnât wait any longer as he silences the logical part of his brain. all he wanted was you now. just you and nothing else.
the process didnât take long. a few strokes of your hand and soothing whispers to his ear and it was done. or at least, from what you said. and oh fuck, was it true. when you tugged his pants and boxers off, what greeted both of your eyes was a slick pussy, dripping with arousal. seeing how you had successfully changed him, the priest lets out a weak whine, closing his legs to hide himself.
you didnât seem to like that. clicking your teeth as your tail wraps around his leg, pulling his legs apart and allowing your hungry eyes to feast on his dripping cunt. blade couldnât help his whine as the feeling of being so empty took place in his head. or was it inside his womb that he felt so empty?
âso sweet. you would look so cute with my cum dripping out of youâ you mutter, running a finger up his wet pussy. the action got his hips twitching, trying to make you push your finger inside himself. tutting softly, reminding him to be patient, you slowly ease a finger in. oh gods, the stretch felt so good. so full and filled already despite it being just a single finger that was now slowly massaging his plush walls.
the soft whines and gasps coming out of blade turns into a moan as he throws his head back on the couch. long, navy hair spreading over the mattress as your fingers scissor him open. you would have expected him to be more⌠reclusive considering his usual act. perhaps you were wrong. the way that blade was throwing his head back, moaning without shame as his warm walls suck your fingers in greedily caused you to almost mistaken him for a virgin. or maybe he was just touch starved. poor thing.
cooing words of how he was doing good, how his gushy cunt was sucking in your fingers so prettily, you lean down to pepper kisses on his clit. long, forked tongue coming out momentarily to slip inside him with your fingers, constantly flicking his clit. the action caused to have made him oversensitive. strong, scarred thighs coming up to wrap around your head, a hand fisting at your locks as loud, pathetic whines of âc-canât! feelss sho weird! [n-name], canâtâgyuuck! aanh aahâĄď¸!!â trails off into a high pitched whines as his hips jerk. legs clamping around your head in a vice grip, fisting at your locks tightly as his back arches off of the couch so prettily as he squirts in your mouth. ah right, in your own haze, youâve forgotten and accidentally pushed your tongue in too far, hitting his g-spot.
well, that was fine. the cold priest sounded so cute and tasted delicious as he twitches under you. it would be fine to fuck him open with your tongue and prepare him thoroughly.
blade doesnât know what to think anymore. was he even able to think? all he could do was to moan and shriek, trashing about on the bed as something deep and long slithers inside him. his cunt was being fucked open, wet sounds coming out as he gushes all over your mouth, tongue and chin. fluids dribbling down to your chin as you continue to force his legs open with your tail, arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him back into your mouth and fingers.
by the time you thought of him as prepped enough and pull your tongue and fingers out, blade could only weakly whine at the feeling of something pulling out of his warm insides. legs shaking, face flushed as dried tear stains cover his cheeks. his pretty red eyes looked so hazy, mind filled with cotton and statics. you havenât even gotten to the main part yet!
blade feels something wrap around him. something bigger, warmer and gentle. clawed hands wrapping around his slender waist, pulling him against a massive frame. was this⌠was he on your real form right now?
tilting his head back to look at you, his hunch proves to be correct. no longer were you in your small human disguise. large, pale white figure with horns, tail and claw holding him in a safe cocoon in itâs embrace. despite having deep hatred against your kin, the priest couldnât bring himself to hate you. instead, he oddly found your real form beautiful.
âhuhâŚ?â his thought gets cut off short when he feels something poke at his entrance. looking down, a sharp gasp escapes him. by the gods were you huge. girthy and long, thick with need and ready to fill him to the brim with your seeds. blade wasnât sure if he could take such a large thing inside himself as he instinctively shut his legs close.
almost as if sensing his inner worries, you place a hand over his stomach, other hand spreading his legs wider to make it easier for you to slip in.
âdonât worry, pet. iâll make sure it fitsâ your deeper, almost inhuman voice hums right beside his ear, sending shivers down his spine. although your words were soothing, the large tip of your cock pushing past his walls, opening his cunt wider was definitely not comforting. fuck, just the tip inside and blade was already thrashing about, shaking his head and stuttering out how he canât fit it inside him.
âw-wait! w-wonât hhgh fit! ish too big! too bigtoobigtoobigâ! m-my loâoough! aanh! ish t-too fu-uck! bigâĄď¸âĄď¸â the human squeals, cries, sobs and moans. loud lecherous noises coming from both his mouth and cunt. wet noises flooding the room alongside the low grunts and deep growls. you sounded inhumane, you felt inhumane but blade loved it all the more. the priest loved being spread open by your large cock, pushing past his hole, feeling his plushy walls and insides. ah, he could die happily filled to the brim like this.
finally, after long minutes of slowly easing yourself inside, you managed to fit your cock inside him. snug to the brim, tip kissing his cervix and making blade squeal. legs shaking and twitching, he came on your cock again at the feeling of your tip kissing his cervix. he saw that you were big but not this big! gods, he felt so damn full.
âso pretty, my mate. so full of me and i havenât even fucked you properly yetâ you grunt, deep, inhumane voice breathing by his ear and making him shake and twitch in your grasp like a sweet fawn. blade wouldnât mind being a sacrificial lamb to you.
through tear stained eyes and blurry vision, he could make out the faint outline of your cock in his stomach. you were too big to the point your were causing a bulge inside him by just slipping your cock inside. how full would he feel after you have properly made him a baby momma? cunt weeping out a mixture of your cum, belly bulging so cutely. just the imagination of such action made blade buck his hips weakly. too fucked out to even utter a word.
feeling the pathetic excuse of movement of your cock, you let out a low laugh. tail wrapped around one of his legs, the other held open by your hand as you finally bounce him on your cock. slowly, slipping yourself in and out and yet the priest in your hand was sobbing as he blabbers deliriously about being fucked dumb on your cock. of having your babies inside his own womb. of being your sweet mate.
blade was a big guy. in human terms and physique wise, he was big. and yet in your lap, held open by your hands, back to your chest as he allows himself to be dumbed down on your girth made blade realize just how damn small he was compared to you. sure, he was big in human terms but compared to you, he was absolutely nothing. just a small hole for you to use. a fleshlight to be filled with your cum until you were satisfied. your baby momma to have his chest fondled and squeezed until his chest grows sore and heavy. milk leaking out it small globs from his sensitive pink nipples.
âmy pet. my cute mate. my sweet other half. my adorable breeding bitch uhng⌠so fucking tight. so warm and tight like the cute little thing you areâ blade could briefly hear you groan, heavy breaths falling on his neck, making him shiver at each breaths. making him cry and moan in a shrill voice like a girl each time your cock slid inside him. plunging deeper into parts he never knew before, grazing that one soft spot that made him shriek, tip hitting his cervix at each thrust. blade was so sure that it was bruised now. not that he minded it, the pain felt good to him.
ây-yoursâ! yours yours yours! your c-cute maâaaanhg! aaanh haagh gyaaamfâĄď¸ y-your mate. your oouungh other half. y-your adorableâĄď¸ breeding bitchâ!â bladeâs mouth fell open in a silent scream, head throwing back to your shoulder when he felt your hand press on the bulge in his stomach. it felt good. so good that he immediately squirted on your cock again at the sheer pleasure the pressure brought.
but of course you wouldnât stop. you would keep going, forcing his small body to bounce on your cock, occasionally tweaking his nipples, rolling his clit between your fingers. you were damn adamant on making him pregnant, breed him until you were damn sure he was knocked up.
he was yours. your human. your mate. your fated other half. your cute breeding bitch and you would be damned all over again if he ends up not getting pregnant by the time youâre done. blade was yours. no one else would ever take him away from you. no one. no one no one no one, no one elseâ
âAAANGH! M-MY LORDâĄď¸ c-cock giick! sho fullâŚâ the human shrieks and twitches in your grasp, legs weakly thrashing around as you finally cum deep inside him. the warmth of your seed spurting inside his gummy walls, painting his insides white causing blade to cum again. blade felt so full, the skin of his stomach stretching a bit to accommodate to the great amount of cum that was inside him. it felt so warm and sticky. messy, as it dribbles down your shaft, his small human body unfit to keep it all inside himself.
âmy cute mateâŚâ you purr softly, arms wrapping around your mate as he twitches and shakes. cheeks stained with old and new tears, jaws slack with drool dribbling down with his face as red as his eyes. he was yours now. blade was your human now. the weird priest was yours and no one would ever take him away from you.
âmineâ with that final declaration, you placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head. he seemed to relax at the kiss, sinking against your chest as he black out. that was fine. youâll make sure to breed him again once he wakes up.
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no thoughts head empty just riding kaveh's face đđđ he'd definitely whimper and moan, acting like it's his last meal<3 thrusting his hips in the air to try and get some sort of relief, and ends up cumming untouched<3<3 oh the things I'd do to him
(I'm supposed to be productive rn)
(but kaveh<3<3<3)
Kaveh x Reader - Riding Kaveh's Face Haikaveh x Reader Mentioned
Some Kaveh food âĄ
I'm slowly working through a few requests and my own little projects hehe~ thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!
Ilysm Kai Ty for sneaking into my ask box hehe~ đ
Warnings : 18+ Smut | afab reader | face sitting/riding | jealous Kaveh | spit | squirting | not beta read | ʡᜠš.âˇáľ
âKaveh.. I don't want to hurt you..â Was the first thing that tumbled from your pretty lips, a kiss of nervousness lingering on the edge of your words. The words he should have seen coming, like an overused opening line to a spicy scene in one of his romance novels, written by some lazy author.. Maybe to you, your concerns were valid, more than reasonable, even, itâs not everyday that he has you on him like this. Any ounce of rationality quickly scatters from him when Kaveh meets your eyes.Â
Nervous face looking down at him between your legs, eyes already a little bleary, lips tucked into a nervous pout. What a sight. Pretty tits drooping with gravity, framing your abdomen and tummy so well. One hand planted on his chest, the other being nervously nibbled at, tips of your fingers, lips biting into your nails. Kaveh huffs, a puff of a sigh tickling your skin. He had you kneeling on your knees, soft squishable thighs grazing against his ears, skin warm on his cheeks, sucking the metallic cool from the dangling jewelry he always adorned. His hands snake over the back of your thighs squeezing, groping, making an attempt to pull you down.
âK-Kaveh-!â Your squeals make his brain spark. The subtle fight and pull of your hips, his own hands trying to gently combat your squirms, all but makes him more eager- desperate even, for you, for your smell, your taste, to hear those soft whimpers he knows will spill from your lips. Archons, he wants to stuff his face full, dig his nose into your little clit, tongue your pussy with kisses and licks.Â
âSâ okay- Can take it, honest..â He cranes his neck, chin tilting up, lips managing a soft, wet kiss against your mound, his breath hot against the sensitive skin.Â
âWe've never..â You trail off, looking anywhere but him. It was true, they hadn't ever done something like this, not together at least, but the memory- memories even, of your pretty pussy being tongue fucked by Alhaitham all those times before. Riding on his face, squealing, whimpering, crying. Tugging at the man's silky grey hair, pleading with him, all while knowing he wouldn't stop, grip too tight on your thighs and ass. Gods, Alhaitham, ever the dominant, putting both of you in your places, fucking you too stupid to even lay a finger on one another- one always twitching and out of commission for the rest of the night while he tortured the other with utmost pleasure.
Kaveh's cock flexes in his pants, tip rubbing against the taught material, nearly cracking out his own whimper. This was one of those rare chances, he had to get his own hands on you.
âYou ride 'Haitham's face..â Kaveh can't help but whine, his lips visibly pout, head turning, pointed nose nuzzling into the soft fat of your thigh. He resists the urge to kiss, to sink his teeth in, nibble, and leave his own marks on your skin. Gods, he wants you to use him, ride his tongue and choke him with your pussy.
âH-He..â Your voice cracks, laced in something sinful, nervous from heat and embarrassment already taking over your body. The pause is tense, ringing in Kaveh's ears. "He can.. handle it, he's-" Kaveh cuts you off.
âWhy can't I handle it? Wanna make you feel good..â He tries again, breathing warm on your core, aiming kisses on your inner thighs, the subtle swell of your tummy and that pretty patch of skin that leads down to your pussy. Just a little lick, a little kiss and he's sure you'd agree.
âHe's just.. hnn.. Stronger than you- Ahn~!â Kaveh stops you again, forcing a startled moan from your lips with a harsh nip to your sensitive inner thigh, followed with a slicing glare from his sharp, crimson eyes. He had no right to be jealous- you were his as much as Ahaitham was, the same for the latter and yourself (and every other way, betrothed to each other equally) and yet, that achy feeling sears down his throat. Alhaitham with his high praise, thick biceps and stupid pretty face- Kaveh was pretty too! Stronger? Kaveh can show you stronger. Show you how he can make you feel good. Show you he can take on and bully your pretty pussy with his tongue. Show you he can take all of you.Â
It starts with a fat lick of his tongue, a thick stripe up your cunt, right over that puffy untouched clit of yours. His chin tilted up to reach you, breath already hot and laboured, fanning over your core, he nearly growls when your hips make an attempt to snip away from him. He reels you in, grip on your hips a little firmer, landing wet hot smooches and kisses on all your most sensitive bits. That look on your face makes his cock twitch, embarrassed, guilty even, chin wobbling with the shaky breath you manage.
âAhn~ K-Kaveh mâ sorry-â Apologies be damned, you'd started something, a fire in his gut to prove himself, to lap at you like a dog in heat. Gods, his neck already stung, ached with the strain of chasing you, chasing that pretty, drooly cunt- His fingers tighten, squishing the fat of your thighs under them. He feels your muscles tense and ripple, trying their best to keep you upright against his pull. Gods, he wanted you, wanted more, wanted you to sit, hump at his tongue, let him suckle and spit and make a mess.
âKa-veh-â You start, heat and arousal dripping from your voice, winded and breathless. You squirm again, fingers threading through his hair, gently tugging him back down to the cushioned pillow below. âHaithamâ will be home soon, we- Ah~ Kavehhh!â You're cut off with a squeal. Knocked hard under your knees by a pair of hands, forced to drop down on Kaveh's face. His eyes roll, arms snaking around your ass and lower back, pinning you to himself with a rough hug. No escape now, you were all his. His gorgeous girl and her pretty drooly cunt.
Archons.. Fuck this was what he needed, what he craved. Squishy pussy smushed up on his lips, his pointed nose digging into your tender clit, tongue already fucking into the soft squeeze of your hole. He forces your hips to rock, guiding them with his hands, fingers squished into the fat of your ass and thighs. Gods, he wanted to cry, sob into your pussy and praise it over and over.
He can't help but crane his own hips, feeling the hot burning tension of his pants, the seam and fly digging into his weeping cock. He moans himself, tongue flicking and fluttering against your cunt, forcing his voice to stutter and staccato. You were no better off, soft mewls and whimpers tumbling from your lips when he mouths hot kisses and hard suckles on your clit, warm and wet and sticky.Â
The fingers in his hair tighten, tugging on the strands oh so deliciously, coaxing him on and on. To keep tongue fucking your cunt, grinding his nose on your clit, squishing your soft thighs with his fingernails. The weight of you felt right on his face, grounding and stern, forcing him into submission - Even if unintentional.
âKaveh~ KavehKaveh..â you repeat his name like a mantra, voice raising up and up in octave, choked up and wobbly. Your fingers squeeze again, hips wriggling, thighs twitching with a strain. Your breathing elevates, moans oh so breathy. He could tell you were close, little hole squeezing up on his tongue, thighs squishing his head, pretty voice squealing.
âCummin- cumming, cummingcumminggg~â Archons you were so cute. Thighs flexing, squishing his face as you let go, selfishly riding his face, grinding your wet cunt all over his tongue. Your pussy pulses with your release, forcing another hearty moan out of Kaveh, kissing and lapping at you to guide you through.Â
Gods he needed more.
Kaveh gives you no time to cool down, two long, pretty fingers plunging into your quivering hole, poking against the spongey little spot inside of you. You cry, telling him to slow down, âsâ too much!â And yet you keen into him, now gripping the headboard for dear life, moaning into your arms. Kaveh wraps his lips against your sensitive clit, suckling, lapping, spitting all over, taking the little bud in and abusing it. Kaveh rocks his own hips, finding a soft friction against the seam of his trousers, rubbing against his leaky cock head just enough.Â
Gods, he was in heaven. His girl, his pretty girl and her cute cunt, humping his face and fucking back on his fingers, taking and taking all he had to give. Fuck it was wet, so gushy and sticky, soft, yummy squelches from your twitchy hole, wet smooches and sucks from his lips. His eyes roll under his eyelids, peeking up to see that face of yours, eyes bleary, lips parted with huffed breaths. He fucks his fingers in faster, harder, nearly biting into your clit with his teeth to see all those gorgeous reactions of yours.
âKa.. Kaveh- can't.. gonna-! Gotta stop or- sâ too much! Anh~ ahh ah~!â You babble and cry, he nearly joins you, breathing laboured on your cunt, hips snapping up into nothing, following that brutal pace he had fucking into your cunt. That's it, that's it, thaaats it. Let him treat you, use him, use his face, fuck and hump on him, let him choke and squirm.
âKaveh!â Is all the warning he gets from you before you gush - cumming hard with a choked sob, squirting in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot sticky mess all on his face. He humps the air, creaming hard in his pants, nearly untouched, hot ropes being wasted in his trousers. He blubbers, an attempt at praise being muffled away by the sweet rocking of your hips, riding out your orgasm on his tongue. Kaveh feels the tight squeeze of your cunt on his fingers, he gently presses into your cunt, slowly coaxing you down, soft and tender. He kisses your thighs tenderly, peppering his lips all around your lower half, palms rubbing over your bare skin.
You manage to lift yourself off of him a smidge, face beat red, looking anywhere but him. Kaveh can't help but stare, a goofy grin slowly edging itself on his face, eyes full, love hearts dancing in his vision.Â
âHaving fun without me?â A voice calls. Kaveh can just imagine the stern raise of an eyebrow, the annoyed arms crossed over a chest. You squeak, and Kaveh sighs blissfully.Â
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Hi there >v> you k n o w I have to throw Haitham in I can't not it's illegal - I know cause I wrote the law.
I hope you enjoyedddd~ I haven't written for Kaveh in a while </3 I missed my boy
Thank You For Reading âĄ
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i want to see more sub vi bc i want reader to make her feel goodđ i wish she was real
warnings : slight fingering, minor dirty talk
a/n : at first i was a little hesitant because iâm not used to writing sub!characters but the moment i opened my laptop the words came out like vomit⌠i wish vi was real too, and i may become a sub!vi truther (maybe). hereâs my take on a desperate subby vi, hope you enjoy it !! đđ
usually, vi tends to be the more dominant one in the relationship. you're more than happy with it, especially since it always ends with you receiving more orgasms than you could ever want in a single sitting.
and even though you're more than satisfied, you can't help but beg the question: who pleasures the pleasurer?
you've asked vi about this a number of times, but she's always brushed it off, saying she's always more comfortable giving you pleasure than receiving it.
"you're my pleasure, doll," she'd always say, stroking your hair and giving you one of those lopsided smirks she loves giving. "i already feel good when you're underneath me, moaning like a little slut." she'd run her thumb along your bottom lip and slip it into your mouth, resting it heavily on your tongue as her scarred lip stretches into a smile. "keep being my good girl, and i'll always be happy."
you thought that was the end of things, but recently, you've been noticing things about her, things that weren' t there before. she's been going to bed earlier and eating less, and your sex life has taken a dramatic plummet.
it isn't a complaint. you understand that sometimes, the sex needs a rest, but even when you dress up all nicely in the silk nightgown you know she loves taking off of you, she doesn't give you any more than a kiss on the lips and a weak smile.
" 'm tired tonight, doll," she mumbles, stroking your cheek before weaving past you and into the bedroom. at first, you thought it was cheating, but when you follow her on your tiptoes, you find her curled up on the bed, head in the pillows and chest rising and falling with bated breaths.
"are you okay?" you perch on the edge of the bed next to her, bringing up your hand to stroke her side. "you seem distant." you curl up next to her, acting as the big spoon as you perch your head on her shoulder. "tell me what's wrong."
vi is silent, until you start kissing her neck slowly, and she lets out a quiet whine.
oh.
"is this what it is?" you whisper, hands sliding along her body and slipping into her pants. "are you feeling... needy? felt like you couldn't tell me?"
"i just wanna be the best for you," she breathes as your fingers find her now pulsing clit, lips never stopping their assault on her neck. "didn't want you to worry about me."
"oh, vi..." your voice is all but a pitiful simper as you watch her begin to slowly buck her hips against your gyrating fingers, desperately in search for some amount of friction to appease her desperation. "why didn't you say something?"
"too busy making you feel g-good." she's so loyal, so determined to please you that she forgot all about herself in the process. how loyal, like a puppy.
you aren't aware of that last past falling from your lips, but you feel and hear vi's reaction in all its glory: a long, drawn-out groan of your name as well as her back arching into you.
you've never seen your usually-dominant act so vulnerable before, but you're loving it. "does it feel nice to be praised, vi?" she nods desperately, and you giggle sweetly. "you deserve to be praised, love. you treat me so well, don't you?"
"mhm, mhm," and you can tell she's getting close by the way her thighs close around your wrist. "keep doing that, please."
"what, like this?" your fingers press down on your clit harshly and vi seemingly short-circuits, words jumbled as she begins to tremble against your touch. "let yourself go for me, vi. you deserve it for being so good to me."
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#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane smut#vi arcane#vi x reader#vi smut#league of legends#league of legends x reader#league of legends smut#fanfic#x reader
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SCREAM - jang wonyoung
1,740 words // yall i wanted to do kinktober sooo baddd but im so outta ideas and school and work has been drainingđ so instead i'll just write 2-3 more halloween themed fics
CW: noncon -> dubcon, ghostface!wonyoung, big dick wony, bully!reader, a little knife play, choking, backshots, doggy, missionary, a little tit play, mentions of reader getting impregnated, squirting, not proofread lolz
its about 11pm on a friday, 'means girls' is playing on your living room tv while you were in the kitchen searching for a pot to put your noodles in. your parents left for their business trip to wherever, you weren't really paying attention after they mentioned you'll be alone for two weeks and that you had a spending allowance of 5k, which is why you were wearing your new black lingerie set under your fuzzy pink robe.
you were humming a song as you head to the pantry to get a bottle of water to fill the pot with until you heard your phone ringtone go off. you went to mute the tv and grabbed your phone, tapping the answer button. you held the phone up to your ear but you're met with silence.
"hello?~" you questioned, dragging out the word. it was a habit of yours when you were annoyed,
"didn't think you'd pick up." the voice was cheerful, too cheerful to the point where it had you furrow your eyebrows trying figure out who's calling you at this time.
"well, i did. so.." you responded with a little bit of attitude. you were starving and here this stranger is playing on your phone. "listen, who the hell are you and what do you want?" you raise your voice a octave.
"your tits look good in that bra, wish i can see the way your ass looks in the panties." you furrow your eyebrows once more. every window was locked and your curtains blocked any prying eyes from seeing inside.
"umâyou must've gotten the wrong number or something. i'm hanging up now." you smile half heartedly, trying to wrap things up, whoever this girl is can probably hear your labored breathing.
"hang up this fuckin' phone and iâm killing you myself!" she quickly responded, you froze immediately. especially after hearing some sort of bang coming from upstairs, ânot so tought without your friends here, hm y/n?"
you were assuming this was a silly halloween prank call but she knows you personally! she knows your friends and even your nameâyou can admit that you were a bitch to most people but you didn't think that someone would break in and kill you for it!
"w-what kinda joke is this? this isnât funny!" you let out a nervous laugh. no way this is fucking real, this is just a prank, right?
the person lets out a hysterical laughâalmost like sheâs gone crazy. "you think this is a joke? was it a joke when you make every single day a living hell for me?" she asked but you remained silent, "now you wanna act like a scared little girl? don't you think its time to get what you deserve?" she asks.
the amount of people youâve been a bitch too, its hard to guess who this person was. the fact that this persons voice was low and raspy to the point where you couldnât even identify whoâs voice this is didnât help you either.
"i think we should play a game. iâd advice you listen, if you want to live that is." you can hear her smiling through the phone.
your heart is racing now, you have a gut feeling that this person is in the big ass house somewhere and that promise of her killing you is haunting you.
"fine. what's this game?" you try to put on that tough façade, still holding onto your pride.
"go upstairs. into your room." she commands you and you hate it but all you can do now is obey her words.
you grip your phone tighter and walk up the stairsâjust like she said. you walk into your room. your pink led illuminated the room.
"good girl~ now, strip." her praise breaks the silence.
"what?" you whispered in disbelief.
"you heard me, don't make me do it for you."
you sigh, you really aren't sure why she wants you to strip for her. maybe to humiliate you on the internet on something but you comply to her demand, untying your robe and letting it drop to the floor. you stand, praying thatâs all she meant when she said strip.
"do you not know what strip mean, bitch?" she questions, noticing that you're just standing there.
you stay silent, tears were beginning to form in your eyes and you let out a whimper, âwhy? are you some kinda sick pervert?â you demand, looking around the room.
it was silent for a while, it was like she hung up the phone on you. your heart was racing, you were getting anxious, âhello! where are you!? who are you!?â you cry out.
as soon as you asked that your closet door opened, revealing a figure dressed up like ghostface charging right at you. you let out a loud scream, backing up into the wall but the figure used that to her advantage, her long hands engulfed your neck, pushing your head into the wall and tightening the grip, forcing a strangled whine to fall from your mouth as you gasp for air desperately.
tears began to fall from your cheeks, your hands came up to hold her wrists before hitting them, desperately trying to pry them off your neck. she swiftly slapped you right across your face and manhandled your frail body on your bed, choked whines coming from you in the process.
âyou look so cute like this, crying and at my mercy.â her tall body straddled yours, under her coat and her skirt, you can feel her bulge on your tummy. no way sheâs hard from this.
if you were gonna die like this you might as well see who this sicko is, you removed your hands from the hands that were on your neck and you reached up to the ghost mask, removing it from their head. your eyes widen when you realized who it was. wonyoung.
her soulless eyes looked down at yours, a smile slowly found its way onto her face which made shivers run down your spine. she removed her grip on your neck, but still remained ontop of you.
you inhaled air almost immediately, trying to catch your breath before you can question the girl. but before you could even speak, she held a butcher knife right under your chin, âdonât scream or move.â she spoke menacingly.
âsince you canât seem to follow orders iâll force you to,â she sighs. she starts to slowly move her knife down to your shaking body. the metal causing goosebumps to awake on your body. she trailed down until she got to your bra, she easily sliced it in half with her knife. âhey! i just bought this!â you spat, your first time wearing this set and itâs already ruined? this really isnât your night.
âshut up, whore.â sheâs quick to bring the knife back to your neck, pressing down on it but not enough to draw blood.
your bottom lips quivers which makes her coo before she gets off your tummy and flips your body over. you yelp in surprise with how easy sheâs moving your body.
before you can complain sheâs pushing your head into the sheets and placing the palm of her hand to your back, forcing you to arch your ass up in the air. to position muffled anything that you mightâve said and you felt your heart drop when you feel her bulge prodding against your ass.
wonyoung slices your panties as well before placing the knife in her mask. she pulls her boxers down along with her miniskirt. she giggles as she hovers over you of you, large hands pinning yours to the bed before she leans into your ear with a wicked grin.
âiâm going to make you scream.â
âw-wait!â you quickly retort squirming under her iron grip.
she wastes no time before she pushes her cock deep inside your virgin cunt.
it was like the wind got knocked out of you. you can't even make a sound, all you can concentrate on is the burn on your hole being stretched out. she had just pushed in and her cock is already kissing at your cervix, just how big is this girls cock?
wonyoung harshly gripped your hips and pulled out until her cock head was the only length left inside you before violently thrusting forward, letting out a long groan at the satisfaction. her hands left your back to grab your wrists to hold them behind your back, and forcefully yanking you back down onto her cock. she wasn't letting you get out of this anytime soon.
she was using your body like you were her human sized sex doll. drool was running down your chin and down to the valley of your tits and your eyes were crossed over, "for someone that hasn't taken a real dick before--you take it like a cock drunk whore." wonyoung muttered loud enough for you to hear. if you hadn't been too busy cryin' n moanin' on her dick, you would've made a snarky comeback.
she's never heard your voice become this high-pitched but she wasn't complaining, "s-so big! y-you're gonna break me!!" you whined through your tears.
"and you're gonna keep taking it all in your little cunt. even after i impregnate you." wonyoung quickly agreed to your statement, shooting three spurts of cum into your cunt.
you thought she'd be done but her hips never stopped smacking into yours, instead, she flipped you over into missionary. she swiftly picked up your left leg, placing it on her shoulder to reach a deep angle.
she continued to drill into your cum-stuffed pussy, her cock heavily throbbing inside you due to just seeing the lewd sight below her, "like being fucked by a killer, gonna cum all over me?"
"uh-huhh~" your eyes rolled back and your body began to shake. she took one of you tits that's bouncing with her thrust into your mouth, earning a loud moan from you. you suddenly felt a little funny, almost like you had to pee? your body soon went limp before you let out a whiny moan, squirting all over her dick and pelvis.
"at first i was just gonna fuck you and then kill her." she pulls out of your sloppy pussy and grabbed her knife. you flinch at these words, a bit terrified of what was gonna happen next, "but i think i'll make you my cute cock sleeve."
#âĄ.wonyoung#âĄ.ive#ive x fem reader#ive wonyoung smut#wlw smut#jang wonyoung smut#wonyoung smut#ive smut#kpop smut#g!p
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Not a violent dog | Part 3
Pairing: Logan x fem!Reader
Plot: Back in Wade's world Logan meets someone he thought he would never ever see again.
Warnings: slight spoilers for Deadpool 3!!!! mentions of death, angst, cursing, fluff at the end if you squeeze your eyes at the screen, I haven't written in A WHILE so bear with me
A/N: accidentally posted the final part before this đ guys im sorry
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âY/NâŚâ, Logan whispers and his hand moves up, almost as if he wanted to reach you. However, the door quickly shuts, leaving Wade and him alone in the small apartment. Logan lowers his hand before he moves over to the couch. You looked the same as the day he had lost you. The only distinction was in the way you looked at him.
âWell, that couldâve ended worse.â, Wade lets out and stares at the closed door for a few seconds before joining the taller man on the sofa. Who only growls at him in response. âShe couldâve jumped you. And not in the hot way.â, Wade crossed his legs as he leaned back, he eyed how the muscles in Loganâs back became more tight. âAnything would have been better than seeing her walk away, Wade.â, Logan unexpectedly says, voice sad.
Outside while you wander down the streets you run into Vanessa, who quickly stops you by taking hold of your arm: âWhat-?â But you donât have to say a single word for her to know precisely what happened. Apparently, you were the last one to find out about the other Logan. â Oh, sweetheart.â
Wade watches how Logan stands up to grab his jacket:â Where are you going, big boy?â âOn a walk.â, he responds shortly through gritted teeth:â And will you stop calling me that.â With one swift motion he unlocks the front door but stops dead in his tracks when he catches sight of Vanessa, Logan takes a step to the side to let her into the apartment before walking out without looking back.
âVanessa, sweetheart-.â, however before Wade can pull his girl into his arms her flat hand collides with his cheek. âHow could you do that?!â, the brunette woman wanted to sound angry, because she truly was. But her voice came out shaky and pitiful:â Why would you do that to her? You know what sheâs been through with Logan. Donât you think that maybeâŚjust maybe you couldâve talked to her in private instead of confronting her with him like that?!â Wade stares at her while his hand strokes the stinging spot on his cheek before he lets out a sigh.
âI just wanted to help.â, he suddenly whispers and his shoulders drop. Vanessa only shakes her head in disappointment:â You shouldâve thought about it first- hell, you couldâve asked me for advice. But this-?â She scoffs and strolls into the kitchen area to turn on the coffee machine. Wade watches her for a few seconds before he tilts his head in surprise: âHow do you know about that anyway?â
âRan into her.â, she takes a mug out of the cupboard and scrunches her nose when she notices the dirty spots on the inside:â Sheâs a mess.â
She wasnât wrong about it. After years of keeping this act up, playing someone you werenât: someone who didnât care- you had surpassed your breaking point. You never spoke about Logan, yes. But not because you didnât want to you justâŚcouldnât physically bring yourself to it. The memories of what happened were way too unbearable that swallowing your feelings appeared easier and less messy. You didnât want people to think you were vulnerable.
You take a deep breath while sitting down on a bench in Central Park, and you lean back. Itâs a peaceful evening and only the faint sound of laughter from a group of teenagers sitting on a blanket cut through the night. God, how you missed Xavierâs school. But you knew that you had to go. Everything reminded you of him.
âCan I sit?â, someone asks from behind and you clench your jaw. âPlease, donât run.â, his voice was everything you didnât envision him to be, and while you are once again standing on your feet you ultimately sit back down on the bench.
âYeah, okay.â
#angst#logan howlett#logan howlett x you#logan howlett angst#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine
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For all the arcane characters.
Their s/o stood from them with a distant look well our body seems.. tense as well from they're perspective we almost like a statue. "S/o? what's wrong, love?" They asked almost like they were gonna reach out to 'comforted' us.
"I can't do this, this is too much" their s/o muttered while leaning or even stepping away from them, we seem.. almost scared or maybe petrified as we cover our eyes. Peeking though our fingers locking eyes with them with a look of fear or terror.
Basically write how their reaction to their s/o seems standoffish towards them or even afraid to look at them without a terror look in their eyes đđ (something they did made us afraid of them-)
OKAY ANGST QUEENS (AND KINGS), WEâRE GOING IN. how the Arcane squad reacts when their s/o looks at them like theyâre the villain in the story (even though they probably kinda are, letâs be real).
Jinx
âWait. WAIT. Donât do that.â Her voice wavers, panic setting in like a storm cloud. Jinx is jittery now, her hands twitching by her sides because she doesnât know what to do. âI didnât mean to scare you, okay?! Iâm notâIâm not gonna hurt you.â
She tries to laugh it off, but itâs hollow, her eyes darting everywhere except at yours. âYouâre messing with me, right? This is a joke?â But when you donât laugh, she freezes, like all the gears in her brain just stopped turning. âPlease donât look at me like thatâŚâ Her voice cracks, soft and broken. Sheâs shrinking into herself, more scared of you leaving than sheâs ever been of anything.
Vi
Vi stops mid-step, hands raised slightly like sheâs trying not to spook you further. âHey, hey, itâs me,â she says, her voice softer than youâve ever heard. Her brow furrows, and she looks so lost. âWhatâs going on? What did I do?â
When you step back, her heart breaks a little more, but she doesnât move closer. âI donât get itâwhy are you acting like Iâm gonna hurt you?â Her voice catches, and for a second, she looks like she might cry, but she quickly shakes it off. âJust⌠talk to me, alright? Whatever I did, Iâll fix it. Just donâtâŚâ She swallows hard. âDonât be scared of me.â
Sevika
Sevikaâs expression hardens the moment she sees you flinch. Not because sheâs mad at you, but because sheâs furious with herself. ââŚWhat the hell did I do this time?â she mutters, more to herself than you.
She takes a step forward but stops when you lean away. âAlright, I get it,â she says, her voice rough but quieter than usual. âBut donât think for a second I wanted this.â Thereâs a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes as she runs a hand through her hair, looking away. âYou donât have to be scared of me. Iâd neverâI mean, I canâtââ She exhales sharply, cutting herself off. âJust tell me how to fix it.â
Silco
Silcoâs entire body goes still, his hand freezing mid-reach. ââŚIs that fear I see in your eyes?â he asks, his voice low and controlled, but thereâs a sharp edge to itâlike it hurts more than heâs willing to admit.
He straightens up, letting his hand fall to his side. âI see,â he murmurs, his tone almost cold, but his expression betrays him. Thereâs a flicker of something soft, almost regretful, in his gaze. âWhatever Iâve done to frighten you⌠Iâll correct it. But you must tell me what it is.â He steps back, giving you space, though it clearly pains him. âI wonât hurt you. Surely, you know that.â
Vander
Vanderâs heart sinks the second he sees the look on your face. âHey, now,â he says gently, his voice thick with worry. âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â
When you flinch away, he freezes, his hands hovering awkwardly. ââŚDid I do somethinâ? Whatever it is, I didnât mean to.â His voice cracks, and he looks so⌠sad. âYouâre scared of me?â He takes a slow step back, running a hand down his face. âI never wanted this. Just tell me how to make it right.â
Ekko
Ekkoâs face drops like a stone. âWait, what? What did I do?â His voice is a mix of confusion and panic, and he steps back instinctively, his hands raised.
âCâmon, you know me. I wouldnâtâI couldnât hurt you.â Heâs practically begging now, his eyes wide and pleading. âJust tell me whatâs wrong. Please. Iâll fix it, I swear. Just⌠donât be scared of me like that.â
Jayce
Jayceâs entire face falls, his usual confidence crumbling in an instant. âWhat⌠What do you mean, you canât do this?â he asks, his voice soft and shaky.
When you step away, his hands drop to his sides, and he looks like a lost puppy. âI donât understand. What did I do?â Heâs desperate for an answer, but he doesnât want to push you further. âWhatever it is, Iâll fix it. Just donât look at me like that, okay?â
Viktor
Viktorâs eyes widen, and he takes a cautious step back, his cane tapping softly on the floor. âPlease⌠tell me whatâs wrong,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
When you cover your eyes, he feels like heâs been stabbed in the chest. âIf Iâve done something to frighten you, I assure you it was unintentional.â His words are careful, measured, but thereâs a faint tremor in his voice. âI would never hurt you. Please, believe me.â
Caitlyn
Caitlynâs breath catches in her throat, and she freezes mid-step. ââŚDarling?â she says softly, her tone full of worry. âWhatâs going on? What did I do?â
When you refuse to meet her eyes, she looks like sheâs on the verge of tears. âYou know Iâd never hurt you, right?â Her voice wavers, and she steps back, giving you space. âPlease, just tell me what I did wrong. I canât fix this if I donât know.â
Mel Medarda
Melâs calm facade cracks immediately, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. âI see,â she says softly, stepping back to give you space. âYouâre afraid of me.â
Her voice is steady, but thereâs a hint of pain beneath her composed exterior. âI didnât mean to frighten you. I only want to protect you. But if Iâve oversteppedâŚâ She trails off, folding her hands tightly to keep herself from reaching for you. âIâll make it right. Somehow.â
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessaâs jaw tightens, and she lets out a sharp exhale. âSo thatâs how you see me now,â she says, her voice low and gruff.
But when she sees the terror in your eyes, her expression softens, and she takes a deliberate step back. âI didnât mean to scare you,â she says, almost grumbling like itâs hard for her to admit. âBut if I did, then Iâve failed you. Tell me what I can do to fix this.â
Cecil B. Heimerdinger
âOh, my stars!â Heimerdinger exclaims, his ears drooping as he takes a step back. âHave I done something to upset you? Please, do tell me!â
He looks absolutely heartbroken, wringing his tiny hands together as he tries to figure out how to make things right. âI would never wish to cause you distress. Please, let me help!â
Salo
Salo frowns deeply, his usually cocky demeanor dropping instantly. âYouâre scared of me?â he asks, his voice quiet and unsure.
He steps back, his hands clenched at his sides. âI didnât mean toâwhatever I did, I didnât mean it. Just tell me how to fix it, okay?â
Scar
Scar looks stunned, his mouth opening and closing like he doesnât know what to say. âWait, hold up. What did I do?â
He looks genuinely hurt but tries to play it cool. âI didnât mean to scare you. You know that, right?â his voice is quieter now, almost pleading.
Maddie Nolen
Maddie freezes, her smile dropping in an instant. âWhat? Babe, noâwhatâs wrong?â
She takes a cautious step back, her eyes full of worry. âWhatever it is, I didnât mean it. Please, just talk to me.â
Lest
Lestâs expression doesnât change much, but her eyes darken with concern. âI see Iâve frightened you,â she says softly, her voice measured.
She steps back, giving you space. âThat was never my intention. Please, tell me what Iâve done.â
TL;DR: Everyoneâs reactions are basically âPANIC MODE ACTIVATED,â but in their own unique ways.
#x reader#arcane x reader#character x reader#imagine#arcane imagine#headcannons#arcane#arcane headcanon#jinx arcane#jinx x reader#arcane vi#silco x reader#arcane sevika#arcane silco#arcane caitlyn
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aventurine and whatever characters you wanna add with a wife reader and child
aventurine (and other characters) pretend to be santa and deliver presents for their kid on christmas eve :3
their kid will catch them in the act and ask if its really santa (they totally are, dont crush a kid's dreams on santa (i learned the hard way he wasnt real đ))
-:3 anon
Special Gift from Santa!
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Family Moments, Fatherhood, Winter Special, Heartwarming, Romance.
A/N: I can't believe people still think Santa is real đ... Like damn, i already knew santa wasn't real as a child and was rather a made up character/mascot but still its funny. Thank God, I didn't go through that just to get my heart broken lol đŞ sorry for your loss thođŤ
Christmas Eve aboard your cozy little ship felt magical. The soft hum of the engines blended with the quiet crackle of a small holographic fireplace. Strings of colorful lights flickered, casting warmth across the room. Your child had insisted on hanging their handmade decorations all over the cabin. Their innocent excitement over Santa Clausâs impending arrival filled your heart with joyâand Boothillâs too, though heâd never admit it outright.
âI still think this whole âSantaâ thing is ridiculous,â Boothill grumbled under his breath, adjusting the red hat atop his white hair. He was dressed in a mismatched Santa suit youâd cobbled together from spare fabric: a red jacket (barely hiding his mechanical torso), a black belt, and fuzzy white cuffs. âTheyâre too smart for this kinda stuff.â
You smirked, watching as he held a small sack of presents. âOh, come on, Boot. They believe in Santa. Just this once, let them have the magic.â
He huffed, shark-like teeth flashing in a reluctant grin. âFine. But if I get caught, itâs on you.â
You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. âYouâll do great.â
The ship was quiet except for the sound of Boothillâs spurs softly jingling as he tiptoed into their room. The sack slung over his shoulder shifted slightly as he crouched down by the small Christmas tree youâd set up at the foot of their bed. The dim glow of the tree lights reflected in his black, aim-marked eyes.
He carefully began pulling out the gifts youâd wrapped together: a handmade doll, a small toolkit, and a bundle of colorful space-themed storybooks. Boothill placed them beneath the tree, his mechanical hand moving with a surprising gentleness.
But as he straightened, a small voice broke the silence.
âSanta?â
Boothill froze. Turning slowly, he saw them sitting up in bed, their wide, sleepy eyes sparkling with wonder. They clutched their blanket tightly, staring at him in awe.
For a moment, Boothill panicked internally. Do I tell them? No, I canât crush their dreams. Play it cool, cowboy.
He straightened his hat, giving them a toothy grin. âHo ho ho, kiddo,â he said, his gruff voice deepening into a surprisingly convincing Santa impression. âYou caught me.â
Their eyes lit up. âIt is you! I knew youâd come!â They scrambled out of bed and ran to him, throwing their arms around his legs.
Boothill blinked, momentarily stunned by the hug, then gently patted their head. âY-Yeah, uh, Santa always keeps his promises.â
They looked up at him, their expression serious. âAre you really Santa? You look kinda⌠like my dad.â
Boothill crouched down, meeting their gaze. âI get that a lot,â he said, his eyes glinting mischievously. âYour dadâs a real good guy, huh? Maybe thatâs why I wanted to visit you special tonight. Youâve been real good this year.â
They beamed, their earlier suspicion forgotten. âDid you see my wish list?â
âSure did,â Boothill said, reaching into the sack and pulling out one of the gifts. âThis oneâs from the top of the list, right?â
They gasped, their tiny hands trembling as they accepted the gift. âYouâre the best, Santa!â
Once they had fallen asleep again, Boothill returned to the main cabin, his hat slightly askew and a soft smile lingering on his face.
âHowâd it go?â you asked, leaning against the doorway.
âKid bought it,â Boothill said, his tone half-joking but tinged with pride. âDidnât even flinch when I said I looked like their dad.â
You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. âI told you youâd make a great Santa.â
Boothill shook his head, glancing toward their room. âThat little one of ours⌠they deserve the whole galaxy.â
You smiled, resting your head against his chest. âTheyâve already got it, Boot. Theyâve got you.â
And for the first time in years, on that quiet Christmas Eve, Boothill felt a warmth in his heart that even revenge couldnât match.
Snowflakes drifted gently outside the window, their crystalline patterns catching the soft glow of the streetlights. Inside the cozy warmth of their home, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. Aventurine, adorned in an elaborate Santa costumeâcomplete with a fluffy red coat, a crooked white beard, a golden bell tied to his wrist, and a festive Santa mask that concealed his unmistakable featuresâwas crouched beside the glittering Christmas tree. His eyes, barely visible through the maskâs cutouts, gleamed mischievously as he carefully arranged the gifts.
His wife, you, leaned against the doorway, stifling a laugh at the sight. "You look ridiculous," you whispered, your arms crossed playfully.
Aventurine looked up, feigning mock insult. "Ridiculous? My dear, I am a vision of holiday cheer and generosity. This costume cost more than the tree itself. Itâs haute couture Santa."
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think itâs wonderful that youâre doing this for our little one. But try not to wake them, alright? Theyâll figure it out one day, and Iâd rather it not be tonight."
Aventurine gave a dramatic bow. "Fear not, my darling. I am as silent as a card sliding into the slot of a roulette table. Luck favors me, after all."
You sighed fondly and retreated to the bedroom, leaving him to his antics.
As Aventurine carefully placed the final gift under the tree, a soft rustling sound made him freeze. Turning his head slowly, he saw a pair of wide, curious eyes peeking out from the staircase.
"Santa?" the small voice whispered.
Aventurine's heart nearly skipped a beat. His childâa miniature whirlwind of joy and mischiefâwas clutching their favorite stuffed animal, their little face glowing with wonder in the dim light.
Straightening his hat and beard, Aventurine gave the most convincing "Ho ho ho!" he could muster. "Indeed, it is I, Santa Claus! And who might you be, little one?"
The childâs face lit up as they descended the stairs cautiously. "Iâm [Childâs Name]! You⌠youâre really real?"
Aventurine knelt down, adjusting the mask to keep his disguise intact. "Oh, of course I am! How else would these presents get here? Magic reindeer and all that, you know." He tapped the side of his mask conspiratorially.
They tilted their head, scrutinizing him. "But⌠you have Papaâs smile."
Aventurine inwardly cursed his expressive features but quickly recovered. "Ah, clever observation! You see, your papa is on my âNiceâ list every year. We share a bit of Christmas spiritâitâs why my smile looks so familiar."
The child beamed, satisfied with the explanation. "Did the reindeer really fly you here?"
"Absolutely," Aventurine replied, his tone solemn as he leaned in closer. "And let me tell you a secretâthey love carrots and sugar cubes. So, if you leave them out next year, theyâll be extra fast."
The childâs awe was palpable. "I will! But⌠why are you still here? Donât you have more presents to deliver?"
Aventurine smiled beneath the mask, feeling a warmth he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. "I do, but I had to make sure the most special house on my list got the perfect gifts." He gently booped their nose.
The child giggled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Santa."
Aventurine's chest tightened at the pure innocence of the moment. He hugged them back, careful not to break the illusion.
When the child finally went back to bed, clutching their stuffed animal and wearing a smile bright enough to rival the stars, Aventurine stood and adjusted his costume. You returned quietly, your eyes soft as you took in the scene.
"That was... beautiful," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him.
Aventurine chuckled softly, pulling you close. "Sometimes, the greatest gamble isnât in the game but in the act of keeping the magic alive."
You kissed his cheek through the mask, feeling the silly fabric against your lips. "Merry Christmas, my gambler."
"And to you, my darling. Now, letâs get some rest. Tomorrow, weâll have to deal with the chaos of unwrapping."
As the two of you retreated, Aventurine couldnât help but glance back at the tree, feeling a rare sense of peace. For all his risks, for all his calculations, this momentâthis joyâwas worth more than any gamble heâd ever won.
I don't know if you guys ever saw that meme but it was something like âI saw mommy kissing Santa Clausâ but it's actually the dad dressed up as santa and I kept thinking about it while writing this, maybe I'll write something with that prompt? đ¤ˇââď¸
#x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#fluff#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x reader#hsr boothill#boothill hsr#boothill#hsr boothil#family moments#winter special#fatherhood#heartwarming#romance
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ex boyfriend low honor arthur who cant get over you. đ
low honor Arthur Morgan x fem. reader. warnings: nsfw, lh arthur and his breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, baby trapping...
Let's say Arthur is independent of the gang for whatever reason. Maybe you dated him while he was in the gang but you broke things off. He most likely prioritized the gang at some point about something really important to you or said something that took it too far too many times. You tell him youâre done. And he gets this really hard look in his eyes. He asks you if you're joking, cause it ainât funny, in this voice that's like ice. You shake your head, showing your small bag of belongings, separated from all of his things. Puts his hands on his hips and sniffs. Heâs devastated but he just nods. Arthur doesn't want you to see how much he's gutted. Deep down he wants to beg for another chance but heâs also arrogant enough to think you'll come crawling back. Regrets when his last words to you are âget out of my sightâ and your last words to him are âsorry, Arthurâ.Â
And of course you never do come crawling back.Â
Then things with the gang fall apart and Arthur is probably the lowest he's ever been. He's never stopped thinking about you either. He can pretend he doesn't care but he's such a suckered for you. Never stopped loving you. Arthur is even worse than he was with Mary. Every single thing you left behind is venerated and he keeps them in this delicate little box. A ribbon from your hair, some jewelry he gave you, a hand mirror. Anything you gave to him he keeps close to his heart, a photograph of you two is always in his breast pocket. Any clothes you leave behind are definitely sniffed deeply while he jacks off, sorry heâs gross and shameless.
He's keeping himself alive doing bounty hunting work here and there. Drinking, trying to forget and getting in all kinds of bar fights, barely keeping himself out of jail. And he catches sight of you. You're working as a store keeper, sweeping the front of the shop in another nameless town somewhere in California.Â
He just watches for a while in disbelief. He hopes you aren't married. Otherwise he'd probably kill the poor man. It's so hard to hold himself back and not just rush over there and pick up where you left off. All of this time, imagining you as the love of his life he let pass him by. You're just as beautiful as he remembers you too. And he is immediately right back to remembering all of your best moments together. Those delicate conversations you shared alone at the campfire after everyone had gone to sleep. Kissing you when no one was watching. The way you called his name the first time he made you cum for him. And he's going over there. You see him and at first you don't recognize him but then again youâd know that black hat anywhere.Â
The way things left off, you're not sure what he's going to say. He looks like he can't believe what he's seeing. He just whispers your name and you nod. You hesitate to ask him how he's been, he doesn't look like he's doing so hot. You spend a while talking to him about what happened with the gang, you update him about the nice old man that took you in after you left. How lucky you had been. And fortunately for him, no new man.
Arthur one hundred percent believes that this is God's way of saying you two are meant to be together. He's convinced this is his second chance. He thinks whatever you both had is still there and can be rekindled whether that's true or not. He tries to not lay it on too thick but he can't help himself. He uses every pet name he's ever called you like you both never broke up. If you ask him about it, he says it's a force of habit, sweetheart... but he is lying. It's been so long, calm down. He loves to touch you, he tucks your hair behind your ear, puts his hand on your waist, helps you whenever he can up some steps or onto a horse. Cannot stop looking at your body and you can definitely catch him peeking at your cleavage. Acts like it's totally normal.Â
And he knows how much you used to like him, used to like the way he bowed over you to kiss you, feel him press up against you, look at the muscles in his arms. Knows exactly what kind of things you liked to see him, those tight pants and the shirt where his chest looks like it's about to rip the seams. He uses everything to his advantage. He loves to show off everything you loved about him when you were together. His strength, his providing nature, his ability to be sweet and vulnerable in those small moments. Arthur has a dirty mouth too, whispering about how much heâs missed you, what heâd do just to get your sweet little pussy cat wrapped around his cock again. All with that lurid smirk on his face and his pretty blue eyes focused right on you. He is a menace and a fiend.Â
Whether he tries to apologize or change is up in the air. If you make it a requirement, he will think about it. Because he really does want you back but there is a reason you left his ass in the dust. He's so desperate for it, he may just apologize for what he said to you and admit that what he did was wrong. He is very prideful but he can put it aside for you. He is not happy about it but it's probably a big part of why you may choose to take him back. Especially the quiet 'never quit lovin' you, honey'.
If you take him back he is already prepared to slip a ring on your finger. The make up sex is crazy, he puts his whole back into blowing yours out, eats you out until his jaw is sore. He's not letting you regret taking him back. Heâs not stopping until you beg him to. Heâll show you why he was your man in the first place and why he should stay that way. The entire time he's telling you how much he missed this and how he ain't losing it again. He is most definitely looking to knock you up here too, pushing as deep as he can.
Even better if you're into his 'giving you a baby' talk. Arthur is fucking you full of his cum every night, telling you how gorgeous and precious youâd look round with his babe. In his head, once you have his baby, you're locked in for life. This second chance with you, he might deserve it, he might not. He won't question it too much. All he knows is he finally has exactly what he wanted. You with a ring on your finger, calling him your man with his baby on your hip.Â
sorry these are a bit long đł thanks for the support as always! I spent so long on these trying to get them just right but im happy with how they came out !!!
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Romantic headcanons with lil ol hobie
Absolutely đŤĄ
Romantic Headcanons with Hobie Brown â â
I donât think you guys would go out for dates I think a lot of the time itâs hanging out in each others room
Like heâs strumming his guitar and youâre studying or drawing whatever JUST YES
I think heâd definitely prefer that than taking you out to a fancy restaurant or smth like that
Maybe even movie nights?
Random thought but a little self care night đ¤
Maybe face masks (which he was reluctant to do but you made him anyway), painting each others nails, etc etc
Not really self care but him helping you dye your hair!!! Canât get that thought out of my head
OMG SHOPPING WITH HIM!! You dragging him shopping and he acts like he doesnât wanna be there but he actually kinda likes helping you pick out stuff
Donât even get me started on you making him carry all of your bags or you showing off to him in the dressing room đ
UGH OMG I HAD A CUTE THOUGHT!! One time he watched you do your makeup and he wanted to learn how to do eye liner
So you taught him one day and he likes doing eye liner every now and again
Maybe you were on his lap and did it for him one day! (He wouldnât let you do a full face of makeup on him though đ)
Likes picking out jewelry for your outfits
If you guys are opposites I can see a lot of playful arguments about each others music tastes
He definitely likes at least one song you showed him but wont admit it cause heâs stubborn!
If weâre gonna talk about physical touch Iâd say he likes it just definitely not in public
Maybe a hand on your shoulder sometimes but other than that Iâm not sure
In private though heâs always leaning his head on your shoulder or putting his head on yours
Likes to tease and make fun of you
Jokingly ofc heâd never let it go too far
He issss in a band so ofc youâre going to almost every performance of his
Veryyy protective when it comes to his job and you
Doesnât like letting you come to fights with him or trying to help cause heâs terrified youâre going to get hurt
If youâre also a spider person you guys make a rlly good duo
Heâs just a really laid back guy in general so he doesnât raise his voice at you
Maybe on accident a few times but he always apologizes ofc
Heâs respectful đŤĄ
OMG RANDOM BUT NAPPING TOGETHER
WHEWWW imagine you both got done with a fight and you just need to rest so you take a nap together! Or if youâre not a spider person then you both had a hard day and wanted to take a nap together
I donât think he gets jealous thaaat easily. Like someone would have to be THROWING themselves at you and heâll step in.
He wouldnât be starting fights or drama honestly I think heâd just wrap an arm around your waist and walk away with you
I think heâll go on random tangents about stuff heâs interested in or even abt stuff he doesnât like đ
Youâre just listening to him like âyeah totallyâ because heâs talking so fast
Heâs proud of your guyâs relationship and heâs caught himself talking about you a lot to his friends
He tries to shut up before they say anything but theyâre already teasing him
BUT ID SAY OVERALL heâs just a really chill dude who likes spending time with his partner :)
All I can think of rn so I hope you enjoyed! and ty for all the requests Iâll be working on them all day <3 đŤĄ
#dizzy writes?! đľâđŤ#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobart brown#spiderpunk#spiderpunk x reader#spider man: across the spider verse
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more lovesick!gojo cause this man lives rent free in my head đ (also cause u guys seem to really like him too đł)
- lovesick!gojo who purposefully gets himself injured just so you can treat his wounds and nurse him back to health. "How'd you get this hurt Satoru?" "Uh, I don't know, just happens I guess," he shrugs but in reality he asked Suguru to use his curses to hurt him on purpose. "Can't you ask Shoko to heal your wounds?" "She's busy and I can't treat these myself~" "What happened to your untouchable infinity?~" "...It's a work in progress." you don't believe him.
- lovesick!gojo who hangs around your dorm during his free time whenever he can because he loves your presence and want to be close to you.Â
- lovesick!gojo who barges in without knocking the door since you got used to him coming in whenever, but this time was a bad time. You were changing when you heard your door burst open with a loud obnoxious voice yelling "I'm bored! Let's do something! :D" "đŚ" "đ¨đ¨đ¨" You've never seen someone shut the door so fast. "I am soo sorry. Oh my god." you can hear him mumble through the door.
- lovesick!gojo who's face was entirely red as he covered his face with his hand, head leaning against the very door that separated him and your half dressed self.
- lovesick!gojo who swears he would gouge his eyes out if you asked him but at the same time feel blessed for being able to see a sight he thought he would never see, he feels like a young pubescent teen all over again. You forgave him as you know it was an accident but he still bought you pastries as an apology.
- lovesick!gojo who feels his face heat up whenever he sees you as the thought of you half dressed would pop up and make him flustered, making his cheeks red.
- lovesick!gojo who acts stupid when it comes to homework so that he could ask for your help and try to score a study date with you. "Hey can you help me with question 4 �" "Sure :)" "That question is so easy what are you talki-" Suguru, who has to deal with his sad attempt at flirting, likes to interrupts sometimes, good thing Satoru has a good reflex and slaps his palm over the cockblocker's mouth.
- lovesick!gojo who loves sitting next to you when you host a movie night with the others, especially when it's late at night as your sleepy self would lean your head on his shoulder for support, he could smell the fragrance of your shampoo and feel the gentle rise of your breathing.
- lovesick!gojo who has never been so still in his life to not wake you up, even if the movie ends he would rather stay here all night to be close to you. When Suguru and Shoko notices, they would make kissy faces and all he could do is flip them off while his ears redden.
- lovesick!gojo who loves doing little things like covering the corner of the table when you lean down to pick something up, or making sure you're walking on the inside of the road when you two walked down the streets, or when raining he made sure you were fully covered under the umbrella even if his shoulder is exposed to the rain (dw he has infinity). Even if you don't notice, he wants to show his love through small actions (you do notice it :)).
- lovesick!gojo who's heart jumps out his throat when you snuck a kiss to his cheek when he brought your favourite pastry, smiling sweetly at him.
- lovesick!gojo who remains still in shock as his whole face burst in red as you grab his hand and held up the pastries he bought, "Let's share them :)" Humming softly and dragging him back to your dorm by the hand, squeezing his softly, to share the sweet treat and maybe watch a movie, just the two of you <3
- lovesick!gojo who swears he can die happy and fulfilled as you two sit shoulder to shoulder and watched digimon together (you know he loves it).
- lovesick!gojo who wishes he could pause this very moment if he could, forget being the strongest as long as he could stay by your side, holding your hand and kissing your cheek <3
- lovesick!gojo who's on cloud nine and can't stop grinning the next day that Suguru and Shoko look at him weird. "What's with his face," Shoko turns to you, sticking a thumb in Satoru's direction and you only smile. "Gross," Suguru grumbles, figuring out the reason and Satoru gasp. "You're just jealous that I bagged the most gorgeous woman ever!" wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pecking your cheek. "I bet you weren't even the one who confessed," Suguru snickers earning a 'Hey!' from your pouting boyfriend, who you love very much <3
- lovesick!gojo who finally gets the chance to kiss you under the moonlight, who kisses you with such tenderness, pouring all his feelings into it, holding your cheek with one hand and holding your waist with the other. Turning his head to deepen the kiss, he never wants to forget this feeling, the feeling of your soft lips against his and the feeling of finally having you in his arms. Pulling away to breath, you both smile as he lean your foreheads together. Gods, he's just so in love with you.
not as good as the last one but hope you guys enjoyed it none the less :)
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jjk fluff#jjk gojo#fluff#jujutsu gojo#soft gojo#shoko ieiri#suguru geto#satoru x reader#satoru x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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hi i saw your request open uhm can i have lando angst? tysm! đŤśđť
soo maybe lando meet someone new while he was travelling with his friends without you, and at first he didnt even want to admit that he already falls for her bc he still wants you and maybe this is just a phase
but ofc you notice that he is acting weird lately so you confront him or you found out by yourself đ
Warnings: Brief Smut, Angst, Cheating
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader
There was no doubt in saying that you trusted Lando. With your entire heart. He was an amazing and loving boyfriend, and he loved you as well.Â
Y/Nâs POV
Lando had left yesterday for his Grand Prix, I couldnât go with him unfortunately, I had to deal with the stupidity that was work. Of course, Iâd watch my boyfriend on the TV, I wouldnât miss his race for the world. Lando meant an awful lot to me after all, and oh how glad I was that he reciprocated those feelings!
Landoâs POVÂ
I didnât mean to fall for her. Iâm not talking about Y/N. I mean Miura. I donât even know how I did it - sheâs nothing compared to my girlfriend, but there was something about her that was almost enticing. Max had introduced her to me and she was  one of Pietraâs friends, not that I cared. And she definitely felt the same way. It was just a phase clearly.Â
Y/N was the one I loved. She was the one Iâd message every night and every morning, she was the one I wanted. My phone dinged, interrupting my plethora of questions and my train of thoughts, as I picked up the device. It was Max, again. He wanted to hang out before the party. Miura would be there. She shouldnât have even been the part that broke me and made me want to go. I should have gone for my best mate, not her.Â
Third Person POV
Lando ended up choosing a simple yet sophisticated outfit, a plain white shirt, three buttons undone at the top and a pair of black dress trousers, with a few chains and rings. And as soon as he got there, the first person he locked eyes with? Miura. And she looked gorgeous, a slim black dress hugging her curves. Fuck, Y/N looked better, you had the same dress, but it hugged your body and showed you off way more than it did for the girl in front of him.Â
Landoâs POVÂ
I missed Y/N - I wish sheâd have come with me. We wouldâve spent the whole night together, partying, grabbing drinks, then Iâd fuck her pretty little pussy, have her writhing and begging for an orgasm. Sheâd look so gorgeous, yâknow, taking my cock. She always does. So fuck knows genuinely, fuck knows, how I ended up back in some random ass hotel, my clothes dumped somewhere and Miura pressed against me.
I felt like I wanted it. Like I wanted her. But I couldnât get the thoughts out my head, I wished it was Y/N, I couldnât imagine anyone except her, beneath me, taking me so well. Miuraâs moans werenât anything on the pretty sounds that came from my pretty girl. What the fuck was this? Where was my own girlfriend? This was a mistake. âMiura, I canât,â I said, pulling out of her quickly as she frowned, her feeling fading quickly at the loss of contact.
âLando, what dâyou mean? You donât want this?â she asked, trying to push me back into her. âNo, I have a girlfriend,â I frowned, pushing her away lightly and picking up my clothes. âWhat?â her sugary tone immediately faded. âFuck her, Lando,â she said, fixing her mistake, but I was no longer interested. âRather her than you,â I said, the spite in my voice was evident. And I meant it. I thought I could just pretend it never happened, Y/N didnât need to know.
Y/Nâs POV
I was really confused when Lando came back. Usually heâd come back, exhausted, body limp from all the things heâd been up to, and heâd let me wrap my arm round him. Iâd hold him and let him tell me everything, and Iâd let him fuck the stress out. It was like a continuous cycle. But he didnât do that. He didnât evenâŚacknowledging me.
Maybe the race had been stressful, I wouldnât know, not being a driver and I didnât want to make assumptions. âLando, baby, are you alright?â I asked, walking quietly into her room. He jumped, really violently, looking up at me. âY-yeah, Iâm fine, Y/N, please leave,â he said, slamming his phone down. What the fuck? This was suspicious, now. Not even confusing anymore.
Landoâs POV
I felt horrible. She looked so hurt, and somewhat suspicious. She had every right to be. âLando? Are you talking to someone?â she asked slowly. I was talking to Martin, yes. âMartin,â I muttered, not even looking her in the eye. âAbout?â she asked, no, demanded. This was one of the things I found so attractive about her. Sheâd have suchâŚpower, to get what she wanted. It was hot. âStuff,â I said, wow, what an answer.
âAlright,â she rolled her eyes, turning around to leave. I couldnât stop myself. âY/N,â I said, making her stop, âI fucked someone,â. The silence was deafening. It was almost like I could feel her heart drop. âWhat?â she asked quietly, her strong faced faltering as her eyes widened in disbelief. âIâŚY/N, you heard me,â I said, I couldnât bring myself to say it. Not to Y/N.
Y/Nâs POV
âLando, thatâs a funny joke,â i laughed, frowning at my boyfriend. âIâŚI wish it was,â he muttered not meeting my eyes. âW-wow, Lando,â I said, not having any words. There was silence. âWas it good?â I asked, making him look up. âWhat?â he asked, frowning slightly. âWas it good? Did sheâŚfeel good?â I asked, genuinely curious. âNo. No one could feel as good as you,â he said, truthfully. âOkay,â I said. âY/N, please donât leave, it was a mistake-,â I cut him off. âOh, a mistake,â I said, and for a second, he believed I was forgiving him.
âLet me go fuck Max then,â I snorted, his face falling. I felt bad for him. But he cheated. He deserved it. No matter how much he apologised. I felt like I deserved better. âYou deserve better,â he said, echoing my thoughts. âI know,â I said, turning away. âSo much better,â he continued, âmore than I can even dream to give you,â. I didnât say anything. âLoved it til it ended, Lando. Although Iâm not sure it ended for you,â.
Landoâs POV
Those words hurt. I deserve it. I donât deserve anything. Especially not Y/N.
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"PMSing is hard. Thankfully you have a boyfriend who is the most patient and understanding person on earth, even if he is currently the target of your mood swings."
Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff
Warnings: she is pmsing really hard, mood swings, a little unnecessary fight, Yoongi being the most loving and understanding person ever, he's also a cutie, she can't be mad at him for long <3
Wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: where are my fellow PMS-sufferer? we're really out there fighting battles. istfg boongie <3 i miss him so much :( he'd be such a patient booboo đ
You were mad at him. And it was his fault because he messed up. You are currently renovating one of the greenhouse flower beds and realised in the middle of renovating that you didnât have enough plants to fill the bed. So you asked Yoongi to go to the plant store for more and he returned with the wrong plants. Okay fair enough, maybe you are a little overreacting as well. As a matter of fact, you are very much overreacting. But itâs only a few days till your period starts and your hormones seem to hate you this month. You are constantly upset about the silliest of things and everything seems so very difficult to handle. Yoongi coming home with the wrong plants felt like the greatest betrayal in history to you. You accused him of not listening to you while he pouted at you and told you that he mixed up the names at the store, which you obviously didnât believe because he âis a stinky liarâ. Truly the fight was very unnecessary and way too dramatic for something as silly as plants, but you were upset nonetheless and so Yoongi left to allow you to cool down.
Speaking of Yoongi, he is back in the greenhouse again after leaving you to calm down. It has been a little over an hour since he left.
âPrincess?â
You tense up at his voice, feeling weirdly tingly in the stomach. Not in a good way, but in a guilty yet also very annoyed way. You werenât ready to face him yet. You still had to get over the embarrassment of acting like a child, but also the annoyance of having the wrong plants.
Maybe if you pretend that you canât hear him, he will leave again.Â
âMy flower princess?â
You furrow your brows. Damn him and his stupid, cute nicknames. They work too well.
âWhat?â you grumble.Â
Shuffling of feet, then the sound of something being put down next to you. You sneak a glance at it. There is a basket of the correct plants next to you. Yoongi must have gone back to the store to get them. Your heart flutters, your eyes burn in the desire to cry. He is so sweet and lovely and amazing and you are such a bitch.
âLook at what I gotâ, he says.
âMhm.â
Yoongi squats down next to you.
âAre these the correct ones?â he asks with hopeful eyes.
You nod your head, turning away from him slightly. You are aware that youâre being childish right now, but if you look at him for too long you will start crying uncontrollably.
A defeated sigh from him, then you feel arms around you and lips on your cheek.
âAre you still mad at me?â he asks in a whisper, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
âYes, youâre stinky.â
âNo princess, donât say that. Iâm not stinky.â
âYeah you are, you stinky meanie.â
â___â, he whines, pulling you into his chest, âI already said Iâm sorry and I got the right plants, please donât make it so hard.â
âWell, I heard you but decided that Iâm still mad.â
âAnd there is nothing I can do to make it better?â
âDonât know.â
âI could make you a snack.â
âNo, donât want to eat.â
âWell then how about I give you head scratches?â he offers, nuzzling his nose into your hair as best as possible.Â
You shiver at the feeling, but decide to stay strong.
You huff out air and pout.
âI could eat your pussyâ, he whispers, letting his lips brush against your ear.
It sounds tempting and makes you tingle.Â
âYoongiâ, you whine, âstop.â
He chuckles lazily, âwas that a yes?â
âNo, youâre being unfair and mean.â
He laughs, placing a soft kiss to your ear, âIâm not. Iâm fighting for my life here.â
You roll your eyes and wiggle yourself out of the hug, abandoning Yoongi on the ground as you stand up. He looks up at you with pouty lips and sad eyes.
âThanks for the plantsâ, you mumble and kick a small imaginary pebble.
âAm I forgiven?â he asks.
âDonât know yetâ, you say and turn to leave the greenhouse.
âPrincess pleaseâ, Yoongi begs, scrambling to his feet. He trots after you, âprincess love, please donât be mad at me anymore.â
âGo away, you stinkyâ, you tell him.Â
Yoongi pouts, following you outside.Â
The garden is coming along greatly. The flowers and grasses are growing, bees and insects are buzzing and your herbs drench the air in amazing scents.Â
You lead the way along the narrow nature paths. Yoongi follows until the once narrow paths break up into a lowly cut meadow. Crossing it and one would reach the vegetable garden. You are strutting to it confidently.Â
Yoongi jogs to catch up with you and goes in for his move. He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours tightly.Â
You continue your walk, but slow down a little. Slower. Slower. Slower.
Stop.
Two steps and you would be by the vegetable beds.Â
The wind tickles your shins, the sun is shining.Â
You turn, looking at your intertwined hands then at Yoongi.
He is squinting his eyes because of the sunlight.Â
âI wonât let go until you stop being angry at meâ, he tells you, squeezing your hand.Â
Youâre not really mad at him anymore. As a matter of fact, you think that it is incredibly cute of him to hold hands as a way of making up.Â
You take a deep breath and release it as a sigh through your nose. Damn him and his cute methods. Youâre being a meanie. You take out your sunglasses from your dungaree front pocket and slip them on his face as best as possible. Yoongi helps you with it, snatching your other hand as well once finished.Â
âReally?â you ask him, holding back a smile.
âYeah. Reallyâ, he says, swaying your hands gently, âI could do this all day.â
âWhat if I have to pee?â
âYou canât pee if you canât drink. I can do this all day.âÂ
Fine, heâs got you. You laugh, lowering your head.
âYouâre stinkyâ, you murmur.
âWhat?â he insist with a smile.
âYouâre stupid!â you blurt out, meeting his eyes, âstop making me laugh.âÂ
âWhy? Cause itâs hard being mad at me when you gotta laugh?âÂ
âYeah.â
Yoongi chuckles. He steps closer, caressing your knuckles.Â
âDoes that mean youâre ready to forgive me?â
You pout, âyouâre unfair, you know? I tell you to leave me alone and you go and make me hold hands.â
He smiles, âitâs the best way to make up.â
âNo, the best wayâs kisses.â
Yoongi takes the opportunity and smooches your cheek. Then your other. And one last right on your lips.Â
He moves back, meeting your playful, coy gaze.Â
âLike this?â he asks.Â
You roll your eyes and grin, swaying your shoulders from side to side.Â
âYeah, I guessâ, you murmur.
Yoongi scrunches his nose. You lower your eyes, swinging your hands from left to right gently.
âSoo am I forgiven?â he asks quietly.
You nod your head.
âGod, you stubborn baby, you. Making it so hard for me. Comâereâ, he says, pulling you into a hug.
You fall into it gladly, hugging him as tightly as possible with your eyes closed. He smells so good and pets your head just perfectly.
âI know, Iâm sorryâ, you mumble into him, âI donât feel good lately. PMS is hitting me hard this month. Iâm sorry, I try not to be so upset about everything, but everything feels like the worst thing ever.â
âMhm, I knowâ, he speaks softly, rubbing your back, âIâm here, princess love. Okay?â
You nod your head, smiling softly when he kisses your head. You love hugging him so much.
âOh god, Yoongi now Iâm cryingâ, you confess, sniffling into him sadly.
âGod princess, donât cryâ, he gasps, hugging you tighter.
âItâs just that youâre so cute and perfect and, and Iâm always so mean to you, oh god Iâm the worst girlfriend everâ, you say and let out a little sob.
âNo youâre not. God princess love, itâs okay. It was one time and we made up. God, come hereâ, he chuckles, swooping you off your feet to bounce you in his arms, âletâs get you some tea to drink, yeah?â
You nod your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you sob over the silliest of reasons.
âFuck princess, Iâm letting you drink something, which means youâre gonna have to go pee. Iâm breaking my own promises hereâ, he jokes in hopes of making you laugh. It works perfectly, you are giggling and snickering into the crook of his neck, clinging to him like the cuddliest koala. He laughs softly, patting your butt, âyouâre cute. Even with your mood swings.â
âNoo Yoongi, don't say that. Iâm sensitive today. Iâll cry againâ, you whine.
âOkay, okay sorryâ, Yoongi laughs, making you snicker as well.
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uptown girl!
"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" âbilly joel
content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader
â°â⸠info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core
notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation đ)
this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car windowânot a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!
but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."
you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.
before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."
leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.
"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.
he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."
"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.
your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"
"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.
he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.
you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.
"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.
he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."
"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?
"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.
he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.
"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.
your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."
"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.
the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.
you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.
"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.
âsorry âbout that!â he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, âyou here for the thunderbird?â
âyes,â you said shortly.
he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. âcome on in then, yeah?â
you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.
âiâm leo, by the way.â his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.
ây/n.â you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. âso? whatâs wrong with her?â
he gestured with the wrench in his handâwhenâd he get that?âand pointed to the engine. âwell thatâs all busted up, so iâm gonna have to build a new one for ya. iâll do you an oil change too and-â
âyeah um, how long will it take?â you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.
âiâd say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in soâŚâ
three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when youâre supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?
âare you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-â you reached into your purse.
âwhoa!â he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, mustâve wiped them on a rag. âmoney wonât make me work faster, honey.â he let go and shrugged. âsorry.â
honey? âwell then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-â
âsome help, maybe?â
you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. âyou want me to help you? the person whoâs paying for all this?â
âtechnically, your fatherâs the one paying,â leo pointed out. âand yâknow. you donât have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quickerâŚâ he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.
you huffed. âwhat do i have to do?â
âi am not sticking my hands in those.â you defied, shaking your head firmly.
leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. âcome on! this is the cleanest pair i have!â
"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.
"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"
"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"
the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.
you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"
"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."
a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."
"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."
"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."
you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.
"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.
no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."
the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.
"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"
scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.
"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.
"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."
your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?
"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. âand that leo guy is so weird.â
"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some mannersâŚâ you father muttered the last bit.
"what?"
"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."
ââgreat friendâ my⌠foot.â
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As a Maddie fan times have been tough since act 3 came out. (I still stand with my wife and all her wrongs)
Sooo could I maybe request a lil Maddie x reader one shot pretty please? Something smutty if youâre comfortable with that and if not some fluff is cool too. Honestly take all freedom, I am just a lesbian desperate for some Maddie content đ
ââââş âş DECEMBER CHALLENGE
"Your lovely Officer" +18 maddie nolan x reader word count: 1k summary: your girlfriend comes home so tired that you couldn't help, but want to make her feel better note: sorry it took some time!!!
âI missed you,â you smile widely and approach Maddie when she finally comes home from a long shift. You immediately wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her on the cheek.Â
She smiles a little shyly, and her eyes are slightly red from fatigue, but she doesnât miss the chance to hug you back, her hands hold your waist tightly.Â
âI missed you too,â she nuzzles your neck and you giggle softly when her cold nose touches your skin.
It's been a few months since you moved in together, but you were still looking forward to Maddie coming home and mothering her with the same zeal after a long day at work, knowing how tired she was.
âIs everything okay?â you tilt your head a little when you notice her tired appearance, but she just nods quickly, trying to assure you that everything is fine.
âA hard day,â she simply answers and holds you closer to her, kissing you abruptly on the lips. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, but donât try to pull away â you immediately close your eyes and slightly part your lips, your tongue intertwines with hers and you hear a barely noticeable moan that escapes from her.Â
âIt's really a hard day...â you purr when you finally find the strength to pull away from her. Maddie is breathing heavily and her cheeks turn red, which only makes you smile wider â she always looks so cute when she blushes, and her freckles become even more noticeable. Your hand slowly slides down from her neck, stopping just above her heart, your fingertips lightly stroking the jacket of her uniform, âwe definitely need to do something about this, Officer Nolan.â
Maddie blushes even more and looks away, but the corners of her lips are distorted in a smile.
âIs this a role-playing game?â she's laughing, and her arms are holding you even closer to her.
âNo, I just want to say that you look insanely hot in this uniform,â you now look more like a Cheshire cat with how much you smile at your own words.Â
And how can you not smile when your girlfriend looks so good even after a tiring day? You were literally lucky.
Slowly, you start pushing her towards the couch, and Maddie doesn't resist â she just looks at you with amazement and excitement. She reaches for the buttons on her jacket, but you quickly grab her wrists and stop her.
âOfficer, I'll handle this myself,â your voice literally oozes cunning and Maddie only blinks in surprise a couple of times, but says nothing â gives up and lets you shove her onto the couch.
A soft sigh escapes her lips and she looks longingly at how you slowly kneel in front of her. Maddie immediately spreads her legs intuitively, freeing up a place for you between them, and licks her lower lip.
âYou need to meet me like this more often,â she quietly chuckles, watching you slowly unbutton her jacket, and then her white shirt, deliberately, barely noticeably, scratching her delicate skin, which exudes heat.
âI'll think about it,â you finally lean closer to her, your lips covering her neck, sprinkling her skin with gentle kisses. You want to bite her and leave a hickey, but you know it's not worth it. She was a serious officer and you donât want to ruin it by lovemarks, right?
Maddie slowly relaxes under your onslaught and tilts her head back, giving you more access to her neck. Your hands slide over her body, leaving goosebumps on her skin and you whisper quiet words of praise to her between kisses.
âGo down,â you laugh softly at her words, which she utters with such breathlessness and impatience. You can feel her hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you down and not resisting â usually you loved to tease her and make her beg for something more, but now, looking at her exhausted expression, you want to do whatever she wants.
âWhatever you say, officer,â you giggle and quickly go lower, covering her chest and stomach with kisses that make her gasp.
You lick your lower lip and unbuckled her belt with a ringing metallic sound. She lifts her hips up a little, helping you lower her pants along with her panties down. The cool air immediately touches her skin and she shifts slightly in place, making you smile with pleasure.
âSo needy,â you whisper and slowly kiss her thigh, spreading her legs even wider with your hands. Maddie bites her lip and, without waiting for anything from you, puts her hand on the top of your head and guides you right between her legs, âand so mineâŚâ
You submit and eagerly capture her clit between your lips, your tongue penetrates between her folds, caressing her sensitive skin.Â
âDamn ...â a soft moan escapes from her lips and she sinks deeper into the sofa, her hips involuntary moving towards your movements, trying to find the friction she was missing so much.
You grab her waist with your hands and pull her even closer to you, your tongue works tirelessly faster and faster, and her salty juice flows down your chin.
The room immediately fills with moans and wet sounds and you literally drown in it, feeling such a pleasant and familiar taste on your tongue.
âFaster... baby...â her voice is hoarse and her moans are replaced by a needy whimper when she reaches a peak. Her whole body starts to tremble, her nails painfully scratch your scalp as she literally buries your face in her pussy, wrapping her hips around you, and her back arches.
She freezes for a while, with only her chest rising and her hips still shaking, before she slowly relaxes and leans her head back on the couch. You slowly pull away from her, looking with pleasure at your work â at her heavy breathing and the way she closes her eyes, still trying to come to her senses.
You carefully straddle her lap and take her chin between your fingers, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Her juice on your lips mixes with her saliva and you moan as your body burns.
âI love you so much,â she whispers softly, kissing you again.
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