#adorable beautiful world wide handsome

[luveline]

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

[yueebby]

hii omg I love ur fics sooo much they're really helping me recover from.. gege. I was wondering if I could request gojo x drunk!reader. like maybe they come back from partying with geto and shoko and are just completely tipsy. but they're reallyyyyy affectionate and flirty and gojo literally goes insane like his heart can't take it . bonus points if reader won't stop peppering him in kisses.

"you're sooooo hot.. and- and strong! ohmigosh are you single?" AND MANS IS JUST BRIGHT RED.

preferably fem-reader thanks ^__^ <333

drunk in love — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, established relationship, alcohol (drunk!reader), gojo being gojo, youre drunk and in love but gojo loves you more

notes. anon your request was so cute i just had to write it TT i kind of got carried away from the original prompt.. but enjoy this as a form of therapy from that one eyed cat!! ps i hate drinking so idek if this is accurate :>

the night had been long, and shoko is starting to regret letting you consume what felt like half your body weight in drinks during your night out in roppongi. impatiently, she checked her phone, hoping for a response from gojo to her text message. huffing in frustration, she turned to geto, “i thought you called him. where is that idio–”

"shoko, who is that?" in your drunken stupor, you shamelessly ogled the stranger approaching the entrance of the bar. shoko facepalmed as she watched your intoxicated heart eyes for the snow-haired man.

"she's all yours now."

gojo chuckled when he saw your inebriated state, "what did they do to you?" he had just returned from a tiring mission, but seeing you was enough to lighten the weight on his shoulders.

you shifted your gaze between shoko and the handsome stranger, causing mental whiplash. a mumbled apology escaped your lips before you left shoko's side to get a closer look at the man.

amusement danced in satoru's eyes as he observed you stumbling toward him. as the loving boyfriend he was, satoru wrapped a strong arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping.

you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, and couldn't help but notice the firmness of his physique. "so strong," you hiccuped, running your finger down his chest, "and handsome... are you single?" you blinked up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

suguru, watching from the sidelines, struggled to stifle his laughter as he observed his best friend's face growing increasingly red. the way you were looking up at him was driving him crazy. satoru cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to regain his composure though it was hard with the way his heart was beating so erratically.

"do you not remember me, sweetheart? your strong and handsome boyfriend?" satoru's glossy lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, and you gasped, confused on how you'd forgotten a face so beautiful. it was dangerous, how tempting the man in front of you looked.

giving in to your impulsive thoughts, you grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together. satoru’s eyes widened as he noticed your intent on his puckered lips.

with an impish grin, you planted a series of quick kisses on his cheeks, then moved to his lips.“how,” kiss. “could i,” another kiss, “forget,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a handsome face?”.

suguru and shoko watched in mild horror, as you showered gojo with affection. a dopey grin spread across his flushed face as he allowed you to have your way with him. he's afraid he might implode from the how adorable you were.

“i’m the most handsome man in the world, yeah?” he asks you with a grin, encouraging you to answer as he pulls you closer by the waist. satoru couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve this, but he would gladly repeat it tenfold if he could relive this moment once more.

you nod happily. “the most!”

“well aren’t you lucky to have me as your boyfriend.” satoru flashes his cerulean eyes at you above those dark sunglasses of his. just when you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.

your friends' silent presence is suddenly shattered by laughter, jolting you back into the awareness of their company. satoru’s grin dissipates into a frown when he sees that your attention is taken off of him.

"'[name] is lucky to date him,' so he says," shoko giggles. "suguru, do you remember that one time satoru pretended to be a waiter at the restaurant [name] was on a date?" shoko not-so-secretly says to geto. "he got all drunk and then started rhapsodizing about how he was going to marry her."

satoru gasps at the memory of his awkward pining days. his attention quickly diverted back to you, anticipating your reaction.

suguru hums, “ah, or that one time he got distracted and nearly got us killed on a mission all because [name] sent a selfie.”

you pull away from satoru’s hold and he swears he feels all the warmth leaving his soul. his hands instinctively reach out to you, but you’re one step ahead, already making your way to the evil pair in front of him.

“really?” you ask the two, eyes shining eagerly.

shoko nods, an evil grin growing on her face, “you seriously never noticed that stupid dazed look he has when he sees you? even yaga has noticed it.”

gojo’s jaw drops at the sound of his best friends’ attempt to embarrass him. in his defense, he was just a man in love! satoru's infamous pout returns, and he’s trying to pull you back into his embrace and away from those traitors. to his dismay, you ignore him. did you even know that he was dying by the second without your affection?

“tell me more!” you gush, entranced with the idea that your boyfriend was just a lovesick puppy.

“is that really necessary?” satoru mumbles under his breath, though the telltale reddening of his ears betrays his indifferent facade.

“toru i didn’t know that you were obsessed with me,” a giggle erupts from you. to show your adoration, you turn back to cup your boyfriend’s face. he leans into your touch immediately.

“i still am y’know,” his gaze softened. your heart melts at the way he lowers his voice.

“i can’t watch this any longer,” the short haired female gags, searching her coat pocket for a much needed cigarette. suguru agrees silently, tearing his eyes away from the cloying display of affection.

you don’t notice your friends leaving while you’re too engrossed doting on satoru.

“baby– heh– we should head home now,” he groans softly, shivering upon your fingers tracing his undercut. if you continue this any longer, satoru's brain will be fried to the point that no reversed curse energy could fix. the effect you had on him was undeniably unjust.

“can you run me a bath when we’re home?” you pleaded, your voice tinged with weariness. after a night of drinking in roppongi, you felt the weight of the celebrations clinging to your skin.

satoru's lips curled into a playful smirk as he recognized the opportunity presented before him. "only if you'll let me hop in~"

a mischievous agreement danced in your eyes as you responded, "hm okay." you leaned in to place a tender kiss on the corner of his lips. satoru, his affection intensifying by the moment, gently gripped the back of your head and guided your lips back to his. gosh, he was so in love.

i was going to post all mine but im currently rewriting it so bear with me please !!!!

[springtyme]

could you possibly write more about spence and girly reader ??! i absolutely adore the one with pink chess pieces its so so cute! maybe a little thing about girly reader always getting her lipstick/gloss on spencer? whatever you feel up for though - i love love love everything you write ! <33

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡

Thank you so much, dear! and thank you so much for the request! I've had so much fun with this one and the prior girly! reader piece 💕 next part

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

word count: 1.3k

summary: After spending your weekend with your boyfriend, you accidentally end up leaving some evidence behind that leads to Spencer’s work family finding out that their sweet boy wonder have someone special in his life.

As you stand in front of the mirror and put on the finishing touches to your makeup, Spencer can’t help but admire the way the soft morning sunlight illuminates your beautiful features. 

Spencer truly can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you exists in this world, especially not standing here in the bathroom of his apartment getting ready on a Monday morning, after the two of you have spent the whole weekend together. How did he end up getting so lucky?  

He watches with a smile at the way you furrow your brow in concentration. The way you lean in over the bathroom counter making his heart skip a beat as you begin applying your lip gloss, making your pretty lips shine in the sunlight.

The way you move with such grace and confidence leaves Spencer in awe, feeling like the luckiest man alive to have you by his side. The sound of your laughter from the memories of the weekend together echoes in his mind, filling him with warmth and contentment. 

The focused look on your face falls, being replaced with a wide smile that could light the darkest of rooms as you catch his gaze in the mirror. Spencer’s chest tightens with the realization that he has fallen for you to an extent he never thought possible for himself. The feelings that have been growing inside him have now blossomed into something undeniable and overwhelming.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?” you ask, already knowing the answer by the way he is looking at you, his soft, brown eyes shining with love and adoration. “Just how lucky I am to have you in my life,” Spencer replies, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.  

You can feel his warmth seeping into your skin as he leaves a sweet kiss on your temple, causing a shiver to run down your spine. With him holding you like this, you can’t help but feel a surge of love and gratitude flood your heart.

“I feel lucky too, Spence,” you say, turning around to face him, your eyes meeting his and reflecting the love and adoration you see in them. You can’t believe how much your feelings for him have grown in such a short amount of time, but you know deep down that he’s the one you’ve been waiting for.

As you lean in to capture his lips with yours, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you’ve found someone who truly sees you for who you are and loves you unconditionally. 

“Are you ready to leave soon?” Spencer asks, clearly sad that work is calling you both back to reality. 

You nod with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll be done in just a minute,” you say with a soft smile before lifting yourself up on your tippy toes to plant a sweet kiss on his newly shaved cheek. 

· · · · ·

As Spencer walks into the BAU office, coffee in hand and a stack of files under his arm, he can’t help but smile to himself as he makes his way to his desk. He drove you to work before he came and he still can not quite shake the feeling of contentment and love that had lingered from the weekend spent with you.  

Derek’s already at his desk, flipping through a file, but he looks up as Spencer approaches. “You look too happy for a Monday morning, the weekend treated you that good, pretty boy?” he teases, raising an eyebrow at Spencer’s happy demeanor.

Spencer can’t help but smile a little wider, it was a really good weekend, but he tries to keep his emotions in check. He hasn’t told any of his coworkers about you yet, not because he doesn’t want to, he loves them and they are like family to him, and he loves you, but he just wants to keep this part of his life private just for a little while longer. 

He knows that if he tells the others about you, they’ll insist on meeting you. They have lovingly teased him and tried to meddle with his lack of a love life for years, and he knows how excited they would be, him being the youngest member of the team and all, essentially being the nerdy baby brother of their little work family. But he isn’t quite ready for that yet. He wants to savor this feeling of falling in love, of being with you for just a little while longer. 

His job is also very demanding and can be unpredictable and also quite dangerous. He wants to make sure that your relationship is stable and he wants to keep you from any potential harm or worry that may come with dating him for as long as possible, and you meeting his colleagues can wait a little longer. Yet he can’t help but wanting to tell Derek  

“Yeah, it was good,” Spencer replies, taking a sip of his coffee to try and hide the slight blush that creeps up on his cheeks, setting the stack of files down on his desk.  

Derek smirks knowingly, but doesn’t push the subject any further for a little while. Spencer gets to drink about half of his coffee before Derek breaks the silence again. “So, when are you going to introduce us to this mystery lady you’ve been spending all your time with?” Derek asks, a playful glint in his eye. 

Spencer hearts skips a beat as he looks up, meeting Derek’s gaze, a knowing smile playing on the other man’s lips. 

“Don’t worry I don’t think the others have noticed anything, but I know you too well, pretty boy,” Derek pauses for a moment, clearly entertained by the look of surprise on Spencer’s face, before continuing. “But I have a feeling they’ll all be very excited to meet her. And hey, if she’s got you smiling like that, she must be pretty special.”

“So now I can’t smile without there needing to be a reason behind it,” Spencer chuckles nervously, he should have known that he wouldn’t be able to hide this from Morgan for that long.

“Nah, not when you smile like that,” Derek says, a genuine warmth in his voice. “You also got a little something on your cheek there, player.” Derek points to his own cheek with a smirk to indicate where it is. 

Spencer furrowed his brow in confusion and reached up to touch his cheek. His fingers brushing over something sticky, and when he pulls them away there is a faint pink smudge on his skin.

Spencer feels heat rise to his cheeks, starting to stammer. “I... uh... well, that is, um…”

Before he can come up with a coherent response, Emily and JJ approach, their curiosity piqued by the interaction between Spencer and Derek.

“What’s going on here?” Emily asks, glancing between the two men.

Derek just grins mischievously and points at Spencer’s cheek. “Our boy genius here seems to have had a really good weekend, but he’s forgetting to clean up after himself,” Derek says, chuckling.

Spencer’s eyes widen in horror as Emily and JJ both lean in to get a closer look. The blush on his cheek deepens, spreading across his face as he struggles to find the right words.

“Spencer, is that lip gloss on your cheek?” JJ asks with a knowing smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Spencer says, trying to wipe the reminiscences of your kiss off with his sleeve, despite knowing it was too late. Emily and JJ both share a look before bursting into laughter, causing Derek to join in as well. 

As Emily and JJ start to bombard him with questions and congratulations, Spencer can’t help but steal a glance at Derek, who winks at him knowingly, looking like a proud older brother and Spencer can’t help but smile. 

Maybe it is time to introduce you to his family after all.

[piggycyberwarrior]

How the Arcane Characters would react to a smart!s/o

a/n: hey guys so yeah.. i am backkk. love you all and pls request or talk to me if you want <3 don't be shy!!

Contains: Viktor, Vi, Ekko, Silco, Jinx

Disclaimer: Okay so i know people can be smart without reading books- but reading online articles or there are different reasons BUT there is no "world wide web" in the Arcane Universe. That is why the reader's a massive bookworm-kinda-smart person (?)

warnings: itsy bitsy teenie tiny mention of mature themes (turn on; feral) but NO further description; mentions of kissing (?), goofy Jinx (like what did you expect T-T) not proof read

let me know if i missed any warnings!!

Viktor

LOVES IT

like really he would be so thrilled to have a smart partner

would constantely go to the library with you- buying old science books or books about stuff that you like to read.

^ he never lets you buy them tho <3

Asks you when there are some issues with his work.. like this is such an honour (my bby has some issues when it comes to asking for help)

Viktor would always and I mean ALWAYS compliment you

-"look at my smart darling"

He just feels understood and so comfortable with you as you are on the same wavelenght as him

Loves to hear you ramble to him about the most random things at night, during walks, breakfast, in the morning, just simply at anytime

peppers your whole face with kisses while you ramble to him in the morning- loves to make you laugh, giggle or chuckle

Also adores it to have deep conversations with you

He just loves you<3

Vi

it would turn her on so much to be honest

like its so attractive (fr guys)

she would listen to you all the time, rambling and or reading to her- even tho she doesn't understand shit sometimes

loves it when you put her in her place when she did something stupid

also loves that you are a walking wikipedia

"Cupcake, what do you mean the dot over the "i" has a name??"

- " yeah its called the tittle or superscript dot- not only the dot over the i but also the dot on top of the j"

"WhAt?"

would constantely brag about you to EVERYONE like its almost embarrassing stopp vi please

used to steal you books from Piltover (still does it to be honest)

sometimes asks you if that one random fact she heard was true

loves to kiss you after you answered her question- as a price for being this smart <3

Ekko

lmao i don't know why but Ekko is such a sucker for intelligent/smart people

like dis man would be on his KNEES for you.

he would be always crafting stuff with you, always making sure you've got a new book in your hand, always kissing the ground you walk on

he wastes no time getting you anything that you need for your studies, crafts or freetime.

Has no shame- will show you off to EVERYBODY ON THIS GOD DAMN PLANET (like Vi)- especially to his teammates tho

loves loves LOVES to spend time with you and teach him the things you know or learned

"So the Midas effect is about people becoming more generous after a simple touch?" "Exactely, but the effect isn't scientifically proven- its just an assumption." "I see.."

also loves your fascination for knowledge

I'm sorry but he would go absolutely feral when he sees you teaching stuff to the small kids in the HQ.

it would make him so happy ngl

He would kiss you after that everytime- praising you that you're so smart

Silco

he would think it's so hot

Lets you read or craft in his office so he can watch you

^ it calms him

i don't think he would brag about you but he would be so proud of you neverthless

tells you that too

isn't stupid himself so he sometimes reads the books you enjoyed reading- he does that because he wants to know what you're talking about- never admits that tho

"What are you reading, handsome?- "Oh.. History of the World- it's quite interesting" you looked at him dumbfounded but quickly smiled "It really is interesting- the text structur is just beautiful!" you happily cheered

he loves it when you ramble to him at night- him laying on your chest and softly carding your fingers through his hair i love this man

just stares at you with that unreadable hot gaze of his when you start mumbling to yourself about some equations.

doesnt look all that dazed but on the inside he is GONE!!

he is so in love

grabs your chin and turns it to his face- pressing your lips onto his. Loves how you squeal- suprised that he interrupted your train of thought

Jinx

she adores it SO MUCH

constantely wants you to talk to her like she sits there- criscrossed, head resting in her palms- listening as if she has nothing else to do.

always wants you to tell her anything that you learned

^ she deadass throws a tantrum if you don't

only really listens to you- thinks you are always right

just like her sister- you have to keep her from doing stupid stuff

^ you cannot tell me she wouldn't do anything stupid lmao

decorates your book covers and doesnt know why you're so stressed everytime she does it (like thats a no-no , darling pls)

like thats so weird and all but she loves to read Picture books while you read Aristotle- just to feel the vibe

"How is your book?" you asked her with a raised eybrow while flipping to the next page- hearing her hum as she was reading that picture book. "Oh it's great, pudding- the ducks finally found their home!!"- "Really, that's good to hear" you chuckled softly

gives you suprise kiss-attacks when you're absorbed in your work

brags to sevika how smart her s/o is but gets jealous when others tell you that you're smart like gurl?

please do reblog, sweetheart <3

[livelaughloveluffy]

500 followers special !!! - steamy shower with black leg sanji

a/n: i figured it was only fair to treat you guys as a huge thank you for all the love and support i've been getting on my fics!! it genuinely means the world to me that everyone has been so kind in supporting my hobby and love for these glorious characters!!! without further ado, the long awaited promised smutty fic!! i really hope you guys enjoy!! i've literally never written smut before so know i'm doing my best and hopefully get better with time 😭😭😭

a/n: okay the more i think about it, i dont really know if this actually counts as smut but like it's a lot steamier than fluff so.... take that however you want 😭😭😭😭😭 you know fluff is my thing but i really tried 💀💀

a/n: you guys know i can't resist to link songs to my fics (since i often write while listening to music) and this song literally perfectly encapsulates the vibe i'm going for, so here it is!!

smut under the cut!!! minors dni (or at least don't let me catch you) 💗

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the soft sunlight streaming through the window shining on the toned bare torso of sanji is akin to a work of art and a blessing to be the first thing you opened your eyes to this morning. your groggy morning voice can't help but croak out the comment "good morning, handsome" at the beautiful blonde only a few feet away from you slowly undressing.

sanji's gaze meets yours as he walks over to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. his soft flowery voice whispers the response "good morning, mon amour. did you sleep well beautiful?" you mumble in response, hand on the side of his face to move his lips to yours, you just can't resist pulling him in for a kiss.

when you finally pull away, faces still inches apart from each other as sanji leans over you, you ask "for what reason am i being blessed at the sight of you like this?" sanji's laugh was music to your ears, and the slight blush that slowly appeared on his cheeks was simply adorable. "i was just going to jump in the shower." he replied, clearly doing his best to contain how flustered he is by your comment.

a wide smile grows across your face as you can't help but reply "care if i join you?"

•♡•

sanji's arms find their way wrapped around your body as he carefully lifts you out of bed, with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs slowly wrapping around his waist, and giggles flowing out of your mouth as he leaves kisses on your neck carrying you to the bathroom with him.

once he has the door closed, against your better judgement, you slowly drop to the ground, arms still around sanji's neck as you stand in front of him. your lips find each other like its second nature and you can't help but get lost in the taste of him. his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking permission to enter your mouth, to which you happily oblige. your hands travel from the nape of sanji's neck down to the front of his chest, slowly making their way to the side of his hips. your fingers dance at the top of the elastic band holding up his boxers.

as your tongues swirl around each other, fighting for dominance, you can feel warmth spreading in your core as your kissing becomes more heated and fervent. a soft moan slips from your mouth and into sanji's, making him press his body even closer to yours. one of his hands gripping your hair, the other slowly moving up and down your torso, finding its way under your oversized t-shirt.

with the feeling of your skin under his fingers distracting him, yours are slowly beginning to toy with the band of his boxers, carefully sliding them down to continue undressing the man in front of you.

sanji catches on to this immediately, pulling away from your lips, you hear his desperate moan of the word "finally" as a whisper in your ear. he uses this short time of his lips off yours to lift your shirt over your head and off your body. it takes an extreme amount of restraint for sanji to step away from you to turn on the water, allowing it to warm up before you two get in the shower.

•♡•

you can see how his pupil is dilated so wide, it's a struggle to see the vibrant blue of his eye as he turns back towards you. he gently intertwining his fingers with yours and pulls your hand and body into him. his lips are back on you barely giving you time to catch your breath as your bare chest is pressed against his. sanji's hands land on your hips, making quick work of pulling your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion.

he pries himself away from the gentle touch of your lips to pepper your cheeks with kisses, slowly working his way down your neck. you can't help the hitch in your breath as you feel a slight pressure of suction as he begins to leave hickeys in between his kisses. his bright smile seems to glow as he looks back up at you, crashing his lips back onto yours with a new fervor of excitement.

your fingers tangle in sanji's golden curls as you deepen your kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth and slightly jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands grab your ass in order to support your weight. the heat of your kiss mixes with the hot steam emitting from the shower and the passion of his touch consumes your every thought . feeling his skin pressed against yours felt like a spark of electricity. causing your hips to naturally grind into him, eliciting a deep groan from sanji.

there's a feral look in his eye as he pulls himself away from your lips and begins carrying you into the shower with him. the water falling from overhead slowly begins to wet you both. you brush sanji's damp blonde locks away from his covered eye, slicking his hair back. you press your forehead against his, unable to pull yourself away from the impassioned look in his eyes. you place a final gentle kiss against his lips as he lowers you, allowing you to place your feet on the floor of the shower.

•♡•

with a slight echo, sanji raises his voice to speak over the sound of the water hitting against the floor, but his praise rings out and falls upon your ears "god, you're so beautiful mon amour. i can't believe you're all mine.." you can feel as your face warm with a soft blush coating your cheeks due to the compliment, you shyly reply "you're not so bad yourself, pretty boy."

it's become standard routine for the two of you to shower together, as there's something so intimate about being able to gently rub soap into each other's skin, sanji can't help but think of it as an act of service, and it's one that he genuinely loves to provide for you.

the feeling of his soap-covered hands gently exploring your body is one that you're used to, but somehow his touch still makes you weak in the knees under his touch. it doesn't matter how long the two of you have been doing this, the lust that radiates through his skin still warms your heart. his hands deftly massage your shoulders, slowly working their way down your back.

when he's finally satisfied, you hear his delicate voice whisper in your ear "i'm going to start on your hair, mon amour." soapy hands tenderly begin softly massaging your scalp, sanji takes extra care to make sure no water or soap falls into your eyes. nothing but a soft moan of pure relaxation escapes your lips. when he's finally done rinsing out your shampoo, he carefully applies conditioner to the ends of your hair, just the way you like it. his voice cuts through the ambience of the pattering water yet again as he requests "okay, turn towards me, mon cheri."

you're met with sanji's piercing blue eyes, full of adoration for you. you watch as his eyes slowly look you up and down, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. he only meets your eyes again when he senses your slight nervousness at his undivided attention.

•♡•

as you finally muster up the courage and lather your hands with soap, you press a quick kiss to sanji's lips before telling him "it's your turn now." and as your hands find a place on his shoulders, you can't help but admire the gorgeously toned body of the man in front of you. his muscles are soft and lean, but definitely prominent. with your hands slick with bubbles, you gingerly rub the soap into sanji's chest, dragging your hands downwards towards his abs, giving extra attention and time softly caressing his v-line.

eventually moving your hands to his hips, while at times sanji can be a bit insecure about his thin waist, it's one of your favorite physical traits of his. pulling his body closer, you finally pull your eyes away from his soft pale skin and meet his yet again.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy... i'm so lucky to have you.."

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[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎLa Vie En Rose౨ৎ꣑ৎ

[fem reader] contains: age gap relationship, innocent reader pairing: young politician coriolanus snow x fem reader summary: you wear too short of a dress for coryo's liking author's note: thank you @phantomamor for inspiring me darling <3 <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

All your life you'd dreamt of falling in love. Of being whisked away by the man of your dreams in a magical way. Whenever you looked at the illustrations of princesses in your storybooks, you imagined being swept off your feet by a handsome Prince Charming.

There was no royalty in Panem, but Coriolanus Snow was about the closest thing to a prince you could find. He had charmed his way right into your heart, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was completely enamored of you, his sweetheart, as he called you.

It was exciting for you to be in the public eye, on the arm of a promising up-and-coming politician. The tabloids splashed your picture across their covers, ones with your hand hooked in Coriolanus' elbow, a sweet smile on your face. You weren't used to all this attention, and so you clung to him at all the fancy events he brought you to, which he adored.

Sometimes there were whispers about the two of you, usually about your age difference. It was true that he was ten years your senior, but you couldn't see why that mattered so much. You loved him. And he loved you. He loved you so much that he'd arranged for you to come live in his fancy penthouse so he could have you near, right where he wanted. You had your own pretty bedroom done up exactly how you wanted, a closet full of beautiful things, and his undying affection.

With all the parties you attended by his side, there were all sorts of rules you had to learn that you didn't know about before, things you hadn't even thought of. Coriolanus was always sweet about teaching you, gently reminding you of certain things and making sure you were comfortable among his acquaintances.

You had learned so much in the time you'd spent with him. Which was why when Coriolanus phoned from work to tell you he'd be late and you should go ahead to the party without him, you didn't feel any twinges of anxiety like you would have a year ago. He told you hurriedly that he'd be along eventually, and you happily assured him you'd be just fine.

And you were! You breezed through the party, speaking to everybody you knew and greeting those you didn’t with a smile. You remembered everyone's name and lots of things about them. Coriolanus would be so happy with you. He'd drilled it into your head about making connections for him and you were confident that you'd been able to do it here.

You were speaking with the wife of another senator when you spotted your husband at the edge of the room looking directly at you. Gasping in delight, you excused yourself and hurried over to him, throwing your arms around his neck. "How was work?"

"What is this?" His tone of voice made you stop in your tracks. You looked down at yourself as if you'd forgotten, at your pale pink dress with the low neckline and short-ish skirt. It was pretty- you'd ordered it from a catalogue a month ago and had been dying for an excuse to wear it. Looking at yourself in the mirror before the party, you'd felt pretty. You'd thought he would like it.

In a small voice, you answered. "A dress."

He exhaled through his nose, taking your hand and pulling you into the hallway, shutting the door and muffling the noise of the gathering. "It's shorter than the dresses you usually wear."

"I thought-"

"You can't wear things like this in public," he said sharply, fingers finding your neckline and adjusting it, pulling it up as your lower lip wobbled. His sharp words sent a pang to your chest, and you found yourself fighting back tears. He was usually so gentle with you, conscious of your tender heart and wide-eyed view of the world.

You felt yourself crumble. All this time you'd thought you were doing a good job. "I didn't know," you whispered, eyes watery.

Coriolanus took you by the shoulders, turning you around. You felt his fingers in your hair, undoing the bow you'd so carefully tied when you were getting ready. He smoothed your hair out, tucking it behind your ears from behind. "I trusted you to pick out something nice."

"It was pretty," you tried, but the tears were seeping into your voice.

He came around to face you again, brow furrowed. Tucking your ribbon into his pocket, he cupped your face, brushing away the tear that had slipped out. "I know. I know, sweetheart." Coriolanus leaned in to kiss your forehead. "But I don't want anybody to say anything bad about you. You know how they can be." You nodded tearfully, sniffling and wiping your eyes, a little of your mascara coming off on your fingers.

Coriolanus smoothed your hair again. "I'm sorry. Work was a mess today and I-" he cut himself off. You lowered your gaze and he continued. "I'm sorry. You were trying your best."

You still didn't look at him, wallowing in your own shame. Coriolanus tilted your chin up. "Come on. Let's go back in."

The last thing you wanted to do was go back in and smile as if everything was okay. But you nodded meekly, clinging to his offered arm and letting him lead you through the door and into the party again.

This time you were more conscious of the way people looked at you, the way they lingered at your low neckline, your skirt that didn't quite reach your knees. One man in particular kept his eyes on you longer than you would have liked to know, causing you to dig your pink manicured nails into Coriolanus' elbow. He covered your hand with his, lowering his head to check on you. The second he saw the look on your face, he gave your wrist a pat. "Let's go home, darling."

He lifted your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingers, and you trailed behind him like a dejected kitten. On the car ride home, you were quiet, tucking your legs onto the seat and folding your arms. You couldn't help your tears, letting them fall freely now that you were in private. Your makeup had to be a mess by now, but you hardly cared.

Coriolanus reached over, pulling one of your legs into his lap. He fiddled with the strap of your shoe, undoing it swiftly and sliding it off. You watched him do the same with your other shoe, hooking the straps under his fingers and stretching out his arm to pull you close. He kissed your temple, arm holding your shoes sliding under your knees, the other finding your back. When the car stopped, he hauled you out and carried you upstairs, your face buried in his chest the entire time.

You didn't speak much, embarrassed over your mistake. What would they print about you the next day? Would they say bad things about Coriolanus because of what you'd worn? The thoughts tortured you all through the night and into the morning.

He had fallen asleep next to you, but when you awoke he was gone. Usually before he went to work, he would give you a kiss, maybe whisper something sweet before he departed. You reached for your pink bunny plushie with the ribbon around its neck, holding it tight and trying not to cry again. Sitting up, you tried not to imagine what he might say to you tonight when he came home.

The day was spent trying to distract yourself. You were obsessing over the mistake you'd made, upset that your efforts to please him had produced the opposite effect. Really, you should have known better, just like he said. Coriolanus had big plans for the future, and if you kept making mistakes like this, you could delay them, or worse, ruin everything.

When you finally heard his footsteps in the hallway, you righted your book, pretending as though you'd been reading the whole time. You didn't want him to know how you'd been obsessing over something silly like this.

At the light knock on your slightly open door, you looked up, seeing him standing there with a bunch of pink roses in one hand, a box in the other. You set your book to the side, unfolding your legs and stretching.

He set the roses on your dresser, coming over to press a kiss to your forehead. "How are you, darling?"

"Good," you smiled, squeezing his hand.

Coriolanus knelt in front of you, rubbing your thigh, his bright blue eyes fixed on you. He thumbed the fabric of your dress for a moment. “Sweetheart…I wanted to apologize again about yesterday.” He clasped his hand in yours, kissing your knuckles. “I was upset at you for something that wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have known better,” you murmured, and he shook his head, reaching up to rest his palm on your cheek, touch gentle as a butterfly’s wing.

“I’ve been too harsh on you,” he said quietly. You leaned into his touch, and he stood, lifting you out of the chair so he could sit. Once he was settled, he pulled you sideways into his lap and you folded yourself into him, snuggling into his chest.

“No, I’ve been naive,” you whispered, your fingers hooking on his pocket.

“No.” He shook his head, hand on your head to bring it to rest on his chest. “Darling…I’ve been worried too much about how the public will perceive us. Especially with you being so young.”

“I haven’t been good enough,” you murmured.

Coriolanus shook his head, kissing your hair and stroking your back, adjusting the strap of your dress over your shoulder. ”You believe your youth is a hindrance. But it makes you a treasure.” He took your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek. “I love the way you see the world, sweetheart. I love everything about you.”

You touched his wrist, leaning into his palm. “I love you too. Coryo…” Sitting up in his lap, you reached for his hands and he let you take them to hold, thumb automatically going to the ring on his finger, pressing into the indent of it. “You’ve given me so much that I couldn’t begin to repay-“

“You do every day,” he breathed, squeezing your hands. “Being at my side, choosing to stay. Loving me…I don’t deserve it. But the least I can do is give you what I can. What you deserve.”

Feeling as though you were going to cry again, you buried your face in his chest, and he cradled you close. “I liked the dress.”

“You did?” You peeked up at him, and he smiled fondly, smoothing your hair back.

“I did,” he said, squeezing your side. “Just…not for everyone to see, alright?”

“Alright,” you said, heart fluttering at the way he looked at you.

“I got this for you.” Coriolanus placed the little box he’d brought with the roses into your hand. When you opened it, the pale pink diamond necklace made you gasp.

“Oh, Coryo,” you whispered, hand flying to your lips. He lifted the string of jewels from the box, fastening it around your neck and carefully lifting your hair from the chain. Touching the diamond, you leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “It’s beautiful.”

“I want you to have beautiful things,” Coriolanus said softly, kissing you once more.

He was no stranger to a gift. Often, boxes would appear in your closet containing handbags, expensive lingerie, shoes. You usually picked out your own jewelry, but this only proved further that his taste when it came to you was exquisite.

Touching the necklace again, you smiled. “I love it.”

“My angel,” he muttered, holding you closer. The feeling of safety that always encompassed you when he was near was prominent. You were secure in his love, encased in it and protected.

It didn’t matter what anyone said. Cuddled into his arms surrounded by proof of his love, you had everything you needed. Your fairy tale come true.

[minghaoes]

seventeen as love tropes | 95z

pairing: 95s line x gn!reader

96s line | 97s line | maknae line

a/n: hello !! my first attempt at headcanons, kinda nervous ?? i kinda overestimated how long it'll take to write 13 headcanons in one sitting (lol) but i hope you'll enjoy the 95z on their own !! have fun reading :)

☆ choi seungcheol - brother’s best friend

falling in love with your brother’s best friend didn’t come naturally. in fact, you rarely ever considered cheol to be someone worth paying attention to. you and him were close in age, but apart from him being friends with your brother, your paths never crossed. all of this changed when you started going to the same university as cheol, because, unbeknownst to you, your brother had instructed his best friend to keep an eye out for you. at first, cheol did not intervene with your schedule much. he would smile at you when he walked past you on campus, lock eyes with you during parties, and sometimes sit close to you at the library. these little moments turned into grabbing coffee together, dancing with each other during your nights off, and comforting each other with soft little kisses during long study nights at the library.

☆ yoon jeonghan - opposites attract

it wasn’t a secret that jeonghan was beautiful. his soft and often cheeky smile was the reason why so many people fell for his charm, you included. he would frequent parties habitually, prank his friends and sometimes innocent bystanders while he was attending, and always get away by simply sending a loving smile their way. that was, until one of his bold attempts had involved you. you weren’t as widely known on campus as jeonghan was, on the contrary. you were simply existing in your own little world with your own set of friends, something jeonghan was more than aware of. he had noticed your presence at the same parties he attended, his lingering eyes always searching for yours, unbeknownst to even yourself. so when jeonghan had asked you for your assistance, you were curious. and jeonghan’s smile was as soft as ever, his heart beating as fast as yours, when the words of adoration left his lips.

☆ hong joshua - reunion romance

joshua had been your teenage love. and as far as teenage loves go, it did not last after the both of you had graduated school. you slowly grew apart, occasionally liked each other's posts on social media, and cherished the other as your first big love. you hadn’t stayed in contact with each other outside of these small interactions, which is why joshua’s sudden appearance had startled you. he was just as handsome as he always had been, even more now that he was older. his hair had gotten a bit longer, his jaw a bit more defined, but the gentle look in his eyes had stayed the same. you were sitting at your usual table at the cafe you frequented at and that’s when he approached you. his initial greeting was shy. the unrhoughly breathing betrayed his overall calm demeanour, revealing the nerves he felt when he saw you again after so many years. small talk turned into fleeting glances, hesitant touches, and soon enough, a second first date. 

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter One

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol

Chapter summary: Y/N meets Bob's squadron, and encounters someone she thought she'd never see again; the Daggers celebrate Jake's birthday where he and Y/N have their first conversation after the one night stand

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You were late. Bob was going to kill you. Your brother was a stickler when it came to being on time. It came as no surprise to anyone in your family that he had gone into the military.

You rushed through the door, purse strap getting caught on the handle and you tugged it free, chest rising as you spun around, searching for Bob. He stood in the corner of the coffee shop, pristine in a khaki uniform, eyes wide behind his wire glasses. 

“Hi Ducky,” he said as you tossed yourself into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. He felt like home, even though it had been years since you and Bob had lived under the same roof. You had been barely a teen when Bob left for the Naval Academy, and his stints on land were far and few between after. His assignment to Top Gun was the first time he had settled somewhere on a more permanent basis. It’s why you decided to move to San Diego after college. All of your friends had scattered around the country – grad school in New York, policy analysts in Washington, even one friend had taken an internship with an art dealer in Miami. But you had packed up and left Tennessee with one goal. Be closer to your brother. 

“Bobby,” you grinned, stepping back to admire him. Every time you saw him it was months apart and so much had changed, but also so little. He was the same Bob who had thrown you over his shoulder to win the family flag football game on Thanksgiving. The same Bob who had carried your book bag for you when you were in elementary school and he was a middle schooler and went a mile out of his way every morning to make sure you got to your homeroom class safe and sound. The Bob who always picked up, day or night, when you called. The Bob who listened to you weep about your college boyfriend who broke your heart. The Bob who took care of you when you were seven and had the flu and your mom was working a double shift at the hospital and couldn’t stay home with you. 

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on his tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a somersault. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

***

Bob had never been the type to have a huge friend group, or any close friends really. So the first time he called from Top Gun, giddy with excitement, you had been elated for him. Your brother deserved a tightly knit friend group.

Before you had moved to San Diego, Bob had filled you in on the group’s antics. Their flights, their wild nights out, the dynamics. But he had centered mostly on Phoenix and Rooster. 

Jake had conveniently been left out of the majority of the conversation. 

“Well?” Bob asked as the two of you headed back to his house in your rental car. “What do you think of the group?” 

“They’re nice,” you said. 

“That’s it? Nice?” 

You sighed. “I’m really happy for you, Bobby. You have a good group of friends. I know that’s what you always wanted.” 

Bob leaned back against the seat. You were the one person that Bob confided in. He was an open book and you could read him with one glance. Looking over, you spotted his furrowed brow, the tense way he was squeezing his knuckles together. 

“Are you OK?” you asked, turning your eyes back toward the road, slowing down to take a right turn. 

“Tell me you didn’t move here for me.” 

“Then I’d be lying.” 

“Y/N,” Bob said. His voice had taken on Big Brother™ mode. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t you want me around?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do,” Bob replied. “I just don’t want you to waste your life following me.” 

“Living in California a waste?” you asked. “No way.” 

“What’s the plan, Duck?” 

“Not everyone was born potty trained and with a plan, Bobby.” 

“You’re twenty-three,” he countered. “It’s time to be an adult and figure out what you’re doing with your life.” 

“You sound like mom.” 

“And we both know she’s never wrong.” 

You sighed. “Just because you got your life together at seven doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“Duck—” 

You cut him off. “Bobby, please. It’s been a week. Give me a little time and I promise, I'll figure out what I’m doing. Just be my brother, OK, instead of acting like my dad.” 

That silenced him. Bob had taken your father’s disappearance harder than you had. He put on a brave face. He stepped up. He became the man of the house. But that meant that he had taken it upon himself to be your brother and your dad. So even at twenty three he still saw you as a child. 

The two of you drove the rest of the way back to Bob’s house in silence. Inside, you were just about to close the door to your guest bedroom when Bob’s voice floated down the hall. 

“By the way,” he said, “I told the squad we’d go out for drinks with them tonight. It’s Jake’s birthday.” 

You grimaced. “Sounds good.” 

“Leave at nine?” 

“Sure.” You closed the door, plopping down on the bed face first. You had moved to San Diego to figure your life out. And of course the first thing you had done was have a one night stand with one of Bob’s teammates. If he had been anyone else in the world you would have been able to avoid him. 

What do you get someone for their birthday when you hoped you’d never see them again? 

***

“Floyd!” 

You turned at the same time as Bob. Bradley grinned. “Oh this is going to get confusing.” 

“Here.” Natasha pointed to the bar stool next to her. “Have a seat. Boys will get you a drink. Bradshaw?” 

Bradley tipped his head. “On it, ma’am.” 

She rolled her eyes as you settled into the seat, crossing your legs beneath the short skirt. “So, Y/N. Bob’s told me all about his little sister. But he left out that you were coming to live here.” 

“I’m not much of a planner.” 

Phoenix laughed. “The anti-Bob. I like you already.” 

“He’s told me a lot about you,” you replied. “And Bradley.” 

“And nothing about Jake I’m guessing?” You nodded and Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to even go there.” 

“Are you speaking from experience?” 

Phoenix craned her neck around, making sure the two of you were out of earshot before nodding. “Just steer clear of him. That’s my suggestion. Hangman is fun for a night. But things get messy quick. And he and Bob have a little bit of a history.” 

You frowned. “What kind of history?” 

Just as Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, Bradley pressed a beer into your open hand. “Ducky.” 

You grimaced. “Bobby, you didn’t!” 

He shrugged. “Sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m so going to eat your last Pop-Tart tomorrow just to get you back for that.” 

“Fill us in, will you?” Phoenix asked. 

“When she was four, Y/N became obsessed with those little yellow rubber ducks that you put in your bath.” You groaned as your brother recounted the full story. How you had thrown a fit when your mother had tried to take you out of the bath and the only thing to calm you had been to fill your bed with the rubber ducks. And how the next morning that continued, one rubber duck gripped firmly in your chubby hand as you ate breakfast, went to the park, tagged along to the grocery store, went to daycare. This continued for weeks. 

You didn’t want to admit to the team that you still had a rubber duck stuffed inside your suitcase back at Bob’s house. It was a safety net of sorts. 

“Sorry, Duck,” Bob said, squeezing your shoulders and placing a small peck on the top of your head. 

You looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, he had a massive grin on his face. He was happy. All you had wanted in as long as you could remember was for Bob to be happy. He took your happiness more seriously than his own. It was time you returned the favor. 

“Am I interrupting?” All eyes turned to Jake. He had on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots peeking out the bottom. He shot a grin your way and you did your best to avoid his eye contact. 

“Happy birthday, Hangman.” There was a chill in Bob’s voice, or perhaps you were reading into it because of what Phoenix had said earlier. 

Jake nodded. “Thanks, man. Anyone up for a game of darts?” 

Bob dropped his hand from your shoulder, following Phoenix and Jake back toward the darts board on one end of the bar. You sat back in your seat, tipping the beer down your throat, watching as they played. There was an easy banter with all of them. 

You finished your beer, the darts game still ongoing. Quietly, you slipped around the edge of the room, out the door that led to the back deck. 

It was quiet outside, just the sound of the waves crashing against the hard sand and the soft hum of the music as it seeped through under the door and from behind the old windows. You laid your fingertips on the wooden railing, tipping your head back toward the moon that was slung low in the sky, feeling the cool breeze dry the sweat that had started to form on the base of your neck. 

“Mind if I join?” 

You turned. Jake stepped out onto the deck, a beer in one hand. He approached the railing, putting the green bottle down and smirking over at you. This time you were far less drunk. You shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to say what you can or can’t do?” 

He frowned. “Don’t be like that.” 

“Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean you know me.” 

He looked bristled. “Y/N. I had no idea you were Bob’s sister when we met the other night. If I had known, I—”

“Wouldn’t have fucked me?” 

He grimaced. “You’re the one that left without saying anything.” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you were falling over yourself to drive me home. It was better that way and we both know it.” You allowed yourself to look up. God, he was stunning. Green, wide eyes. Tanned skin, the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the railing. You could remember the way his touch felt as he dragged his fingertips over your skin. You tried to shake the memory from your mind. “Just do me one favor.” 

“Sure.” 

“Don’t tell Bob,” you whispered. “Let’s just forget the other night ever happened.” 

Jake’s gaze lingered. “If that’s what you want.” 

You pushed up off of the railing. “It’ll be better, trust me.” You headed for the door, turning around at the last moment. Jake was still leaning against the railing, watching the waves in the dark. “Jake?” 

He turned, green eyes wide. There was something almost sad about him, you thought. It was a fleeting glimpse, but you saw it. 

“Happy birthday.” 

He smiled. You turned, peering through the glass on the wood door. Bob had his head thrown back in a laugh as Bradley pounded against the piano keys and Phoenix danced. You smiled. Your brother was happy. 

You weren’t going to ruin his perfectly crafted life by saying you had slept with one of his friends. It would be easier for everyone if you and Jake Seresin pretended you had never met before. 

How would they ever catch you in your lie? 

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[mariclerc]

betrayal and rescue (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: your ex betrays you, but luckily your teammate has your back.

Warnings: ferrari driver!reader, single mom reader, misogynistic comments, fluff and Charles being such a sweetheart.

Part 1

The last month living with Charles have been a real dream come true for you and Mia, he has been a very important support for both of you during this time, he's a very caring and gentle person, his soft touch and kind nature is what you and Mia needed to really start healing. It was a rare, lazy Sunday with no commitments pulling you two away from bed, Charles lay propped against pillows, dozing lightly with Mia curled on his chest. You smiled at their peaceful forms, carding gentle fingers through Charles' tousled and soft chocolate curls.

Mia stirred, yawning widely before spotting you. “Mama! Morning!” she crawled over to snuggle into your side, little hand gripping Charles' shirt.

“Good morning my pretty girl!” you say softly at her, kissing her cheek. “Good morning Charlie!” you giggled.

Chuckling softly, Charles' arms wound around both of you as his eyes fluttered open, he smiled sleepily. “Bonjour, mes amours.” he murmured, pressing kisses to your heads. (good morning, my loves)

You sighed contentedly, resting your cheek against his warm and comfy chest. In that moment, all the cares and worries of the world felt so far away, here in your very own cocoon of blankets, surrounded by the love of your makeshift family, nothing could touch the three of you.

Your mind wandered back over the torturous last months you've spent trapped in your ex's grip... the constant walking on eggshells, never knowing what might set off his volatile temper, never having that feeling of safety or protection, even in your own home with Mia...

Now, Charles' strong arms encircled you both, radiating an unshakable calm, warmth and safety you'd never known before. His affection for you and Mia was unconditional, showering you daily with kind words, gifts, and adventures that filled your hearts to bursting.

Tears welled in your eyes as you peered up at Charles' handsome, adoring face. “I never thought I could feel this happy and content.” you whispered. “You gave me and Mia the life, the family, we always wanted.”

Charles' gaze softened, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “I'm the lucky one, princess.” he insisted gently. “You both brought me more joy than I ever believed possible.”

Leaning down to capture your lips in a slow and tender kiss, he poured every ounce of love into it that you still had trouble believing was truly yours after so long in the darkness. But in Charles' light, you and Mia were starting to heal, to believe, and to understand that happy endings do exist for those who keep hoping.

Mia let out a squeal of happiness. “Dada, Mama! Kisses!” she said giggling.

Charles smiled at her. “We have multiple kisses for you too, petite étoile.” (little star)

He said and then he started to fill Mia's face with kisses, who giggled more and was so happy, you smiled when you saw them, it was your beautiful family.

***

The Miami race weekend brought new challenges as you and Charles tried to keep your blossoming relationship private amid the media frenzy in the paddock and social media.

You two arrived separately to avoid suspicion, only allowing your hands to brush as you passed beside each other in the paddock Charles' eyes lingered with a smile, filling you with warmth.

During the practice sessions your radios remained businesslike, but his frequent checks that if you were hydrated or had enough fuel said everything. Small glances across the garage were your only connection, yet more intimate than any public display could be.

Qualifying came, neither of you hold back—though whether from passion for racing or each other, even if you weren't sure. You were pushing your cars to their limits as if nothing else existed.

After that, you stopped by Charles' driver room under the guise of strategy debrief. But as the door closed, his lips captured yours feverishly. Your restraint finally snapped under the tension of the day, the kiss is very slow and soft, as you two break away from the kiss, you place your forehead against his.

You gazed up at him worriedly. “Do you think people will start speculating about us?” you whispered softly.

Charles brushed his lips softly over your forehead. “Let them speculate baby, I don't care who knows how much you and Mia mean to me.”

His words filled you with joy and longing for the day you could shout your love from the rooftops, but for now, this stolen moment between you two, where the world fell away, was enough.

The press conference after the qualifying session were in full swing, you fielded questions professionally about setup choices and tire strategies that put both of the Ferrari cars on the front row for sunday's race.

But one of the journalists had an accusatory tone. “Some think it's no coincidence you and Leclerc are performing so well together... Care to elaborate on rumors of an forbidden relationship distracting you both?”

You started to reply calmly when another cut in. “Yeah, she's probably just sleeping her way to the top! Honestly, what else is a pretty face good for in a man's sport?”

Venomous laughter rose from some journalists in the room, your chest tightened in panic and rage —this was your nightmare scenario. Being a woman and also being in motorsports, you have often encountered derogatory and unpleasant comments about you and about women in general, it's like most men are bothered by the fact that a girl is faster than them on the track or that women deserve a place everywhere as them, that includes sports too. Before you could respond, Charles suddenly grabbed his microphone.

“That is completely unacceptable.” he said in a low, dangerous tone that chilled the room. His green eyes blazed with barely contained fury. “She is one of the most talented and dedicated professionals in this paddock, regardless of gender. The disrespect shown here today is a disgrace to the sport.” Charles leaned over the mic, jaw clenched. “I suggest selecting your next questions more wisely and showing my teammate the respect she deserves not only as a driver, but as a human being... If not, this conference is over.”

An uneasy silence fell as Charles grasped your trembling hand supportively under the table, you took a calming breath, regaining composure.

You swallowed dryly. ”Our performances speak for themselves, which I think is good for the team.” you stated clearly. “Charles and I simply push each other to excellence through our competition and partnership, that's all.”

Max Verstappen also wanted to give his opinion on the journalist's misogynistic comment towards you.

“Forgive me for being so bold, but I think that kind of comment is very out of place. I mean, considering that y/n is a mother and an exceptional driver and she deserves the same respect as all of us, right?” Max said, staring at the journalist, who was completely pale. “I think you should ask her about her race and strategy, and not about her private life, I don't know, that's just my opinion.” he said and dropped the microphone leaving everyone in the room speechless.

The rest of the questions thankfully remained respectful, but later, outside of the press conference room, Charles embraced you tenderly.

“No one gets to tear you down like that. You are so much stronger than their smallmindedness, okay?” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled up at him through happy tears, gripping his race suit. In that moment, you knew that with Charles by your side, you could overcome any obstacle that came your way.

Despite of those awful comments, the Miami Grand Prix was a huge success for both of you, with Charles taking victory and you claiming second place on the podium, the third 1-2 finish in the season for Ferrari, you're in total bliss. You two opted to skip the official afterparties and all the glamour, eager for some low-key family time.

Back at the hotel, Charles ordered a feast from room service while you and Mia showered away the sweat of the day. Emerging refreshed in pajamas, your heart overflowed seeing Charles play with Mia on the floor, her giggles echoing.

“Mama, dada won! Yay!” Mia squealed proudly as you bent to pepper her face with kisses, Charles beamed up at you, eyes sparkling.

“You were so incredible out there today babe!” he praised, helping you plate your overflowing meal spread across the suite's floors and furniture.

The three of you dined under the moonlight spilling through enormous windows, talking and laughing for hours as Mia dozed in your lap. Finally content and full bellies, the evening wound down with Mia yawning off to bed, Charles gathered you into his lap on the couch, kissing you so deeply and yet gently as if you were made of flickering glass.

“Thank you for giving me the family I never knew I wanted... For filling these months with a happiness I ever believed possible.” he whispered softly against your lips.

You cradled his handsome face, memorizing every beautiful line and facet. “I should be the one thanking you, you know? For trying to heal the wounds of my past and giving Mia and I the love and safety we always deserved.”

He shakes his head. “It has been such a pleasure, being with you and taking care of both of you it's been a journey, a beautiful one.” he whispered and you giggled softly.

Your relationship was far from traditional, that's for sure! But on nights like this, in the blissful quiet of each other's arms, it felt more right than anything you'd ever known.

***

You definitely enjoy the little breaks in-between races, it's were you can take a moment to ground yourself outside racing and just enjoy the calm and warm of your little family and that can be just a rewarding like a race win or a podium.

“Mama!” Mia screams a little. “A scary ghost is following me!” she says while running and giggling around the living room.

Almost a second later, Charles appeared hiding in a white blanket trying to catch Mia in his arms, but she runs away... He almost collide with the coffee table.

You laughed at their funny antics. “Oh no Mia! It's a really clumsy ghost.” you say while giggling.

“Boo! There's a sneaky little girl around here, I'm going to grab her in my arms and turn her into a little ghost!” Charles' said imitating the voice of a ghost.

Mia giggled again. “No, no! Bad ghost, really bad!” she covered her mouth. “Catch mama!” she said pointing at you.

You opened your mouth, shocked. “Me? But I'm just trying to make some tea!” you say. “It's not fair baby!”

You and Mia started run around the living room, making Charles crash almost with every single chair and the rug, you two laughed at him.

You feel and arm behind you. “Haha, gotcha!” he said in a mocking tone, making you and Mia collide to the rug, he took off the blanket, revealing is disheveled hair and a flustered cheeks.

“Dada, again, again!” she said giggling.

Charles giggled too. “Oh baby, maybe tomorrow, does that sounds good?” he asked her and she nodded.

You just smiled at him, you never saw him looking so radiant and joyful, it's like he's reliving things from his own childhood and it's so nice to see him like this with Mia.

You smiled. “You are a rather scary ghost and a little silly.” you giggled.

He chuckled softly. “Well, thank you, love! It's been years of practice.” he kissed your cheek.

“You know? You're amazing Charlie!” you say softly.

He looks at you. “Really? Well, um... Thanks darling, the truth is I only do what I can.” he blushed. “It's just me.”

You kiss the tip of his nose. “And that's why you're so amazing! You're you, as silly as it might sound, you're so passionate and so gentle at the same time!”

Mia smiled and kissed Charles' cheek. “Mwah! Dada kisses!” she said softly and he giggled.

“Do you want kisses, petite princesse?” he said to Mia and she nodded. “Okay, here we go!” (little princess)

Then he proceeded to cover Mia's face with kisses all over and she let out loud giggles, you smiled at the beautiful scene, and you realized something very important... You were in front of the love of your life and your little ray of sunshine, maybe everything would have been very different if you had tried from the beginning with Charles, or maybe not, but you are very sure of one thing... You are at home, in your safe place, with your two favorite people, the ones who keep you on your toes most of the time, but you wouldn't change it for anything in the world, Not even all the podiums or victories the world has to offer you, nothing compares to this.

[estellan0vella]

Scary Puppy Privileges Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You walk into the mall with Sukuna and Yuji, feeling the usual stares from having your intimidatingly handsome boyfriend and his adorable little brother by your side. Sukuna, with his impressive muscles, his plethora of tattoos, and that smirk, always turns heads. 

Yuji, skipping along happily while holding your other hand, adds to the charm of your little group. His innocent excitement contrasts sharply with Sukuna's intense presence, giving you the best of both worlds: scary dog privileges with your boyfriend and golden retriever puppy privileges with his little brother.

Today is no different. As you make your way through the bustling mall, you notice the way people part to let Sukuna through. His aura demands respect and a hint of fear, but you know better. You see the softer side he shows only to you and Yuji, the playful grin that spreads across his face when Yuji does something adorable, and the tender way he looks at you when he thinks you're not watching.

Yuji tugs at your hand, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. "Y/N/N, can we get ice cream? Please?"

You glance up at Sukuna, who gives a mock sigh of exasperation before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, let's get some ice cream. But only because Yuji asked so nicely."

Yuji cheers, and you laugh, squeezing Sukuna's hand. "You're such a softie, Kuna."

He rolls his eyes but there's a fondness there that he doesn't bother hiding. "Only for you two," he mutters, leading the way to the ice cream stand.

As you wait in line, you feel someone approach from behind. Turning slightly, you see a man with an overly confident grin sidling up to you. He clearly doesn't notice Sukuna standing next to you or doesn't care. You doubt the former as your boyfriend is impossible to miss so you assume it's the latter which makes you question his intelligence.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man says, his eyes lingering on you in a way that makes you uncomfortable. "How about you ditch the kid and come get a drink with me?"

Before you can respond, Yuji lets out a loud, indignant huff. "She's with Suku!" he declares, puffing out his chest. "And me!"

The man barely spares Yuji a glance, his attention still focused on you. "Come on, sweetheart, what's a guy like him got that I don't?"

You open your mouth to tell him off, but Sukuna beats you to it. He steps forward, looming over the man, and crosses his arms. "For starters, I can break every bone in your body without breaking a sweat," he says casually, his tone light but his eyes promising pain.

The man pales but tries to muster some bravado. "Hey, man, I was just trying to—"

"Trying to hit on my girlfriend while I'm standing right here?" Sukuna interrupts, his smile turning dangerous. "Bad move."

Just then, Yuji, who has been glaring at the man, decides to take matters into his own hands. With a growl that's more cute than intimidating, he lunges forward and bites the man's leg. Hard.

The man yelps and jumps back, shaking his leg to dislodge Yuji. "Ow! What the hell?"

You can't help it. You burst out laughing, the sight of little Yuji attacking a grown man too funny to resist. Sukuna joins in, his laughter a deep rumble that makes the man's eyes widen with fear.

"Good boy, Yuji," Sukuna says between laughs, ruffling his brother's hair as he looks at you. "Looks like you've got the scary puppy privileges too, huh?"

Yuji beams up at him, proud of his efforts. "Did I do good, Suku?"

"Very good," Sukuna assures him, glancing at you with a grin. "See, baby? Even Yuji knows how to handle idiots."

The man, thoroughly embarrassed and clearly regretting his life choices, mutters an apology and hurries away, limping slightly from Yuji's bite.

You shake your head, still chuckling. "That was amazing. Thanks, Yuji."

Yuji smiles up at you, his expression bright. "You're welcome, Y/N/N. No one's gonna bother you when Suku and I are around!"

Sukuna wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Damn right," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, let's get that ice cream."

As you finally reach the counter and place your orders, Sukuna allows Yuji to go overboard and get whatever he wants as a reward for being 'feral' as Sukuna puts it.

You find a table and sit down, enjoying the cool treat as Yuji chatters away about his favourite ice cream flavours and Sukuna watches you with a soft, contented expression. It's hard to believe that the man who can make grown men quiver in fear is the same one who looks at you like you're his entire world.

"So," Sukuna says after a while, his tone teasing, "you think you can handle being with the two scariest guys in the mall?"

You laugh, nodding. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Yuji grins, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream. "Yeah! We're the best team ever!"

Sukuna chuckles, reaching out to wipe a smudge off Yuji's cheek. "That we are, kid. That we are."

Back at home, you tuck Yuji into bed, his sleepy eyes fluttering shut as you read him his favourite story. Sukuna stands in the doorway, watching with a soft expression. Once Yuji is asleep, you join Sukuna in the living room.

You curl up on the couch together, his arm around your shoulders as you talk about the day. "Today was... interesting," you say with a laugh.

Sukuna smirks. "Yeah, didn't expect the little guy to go all attack dog on that guy."

"He's got your protective streak," you tease, poking Sukuna's side.

"Guess so," he admits, pulling you closer. "Now, how about we watch a movie and relax? You've had enough excitement for one day."

You agree, settling into his embrace as he picks a movie. The rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body against yours a constant reminder of the love and protection he offers.

As you drift off to sleep in Sukuna's arms, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. Because with Sukuna and Yuji by your side, you're unstoppable. And that's all you'll ever need.

[queenshelby]

Daughter Dearest (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Step! Daughter (21)

Warning: Infidelity, Smut, Dysfunctional Family

During the next few days, you became rather bored with the endless cycle of waking up, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast with your family, and then spending the rest of the day glued to the monitor and watching the world pass by through the window. The days seemed to blend together in a hazy blur, the journey from one day to the next monotonous and suffocating.

You read a few books, from Cillian's collection, during this time and spent some quality hours with Sadie who you adored more than anything in this world.

She was a sweet and innocent little girl, blissfully unaware of the tension that existed between you and your mother who, even in Sadie's life, wasn't present at all.

In fact, when he was in between filming, it was Cillian who did most of the parenting for her while your mother spent time with her friends, working a couple of hours here and there, or helping your twin sister to achieve her goals in life. 

One day, as you sat with her on the floor of her room, with coloring books spread out around you, she looked up at you with her big, trusting eyes and said, "Y/N, will you tell me a story?"

You smiled at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Of course, sweetie. What would you like me to tell you?"

"I don't know," she replied, with a shrug of her small shoulders. "Just make it up!"

"Alright then,"  you said, kissing her soft temple reassuringly.

You thought about a story of a brave princess named Sadie who loved to explore far and wide. She'd travel to magical lands where she would meet unique and friendly creatures who would help her in her adventures.

Their mission was to bring joy to people in all the kingdoms they visited. Sadie always made sure to take pictures of everything beautiful she saw so that she could remember it forever.

Along her way, she met a handsome prince who helped her in her adventures, and although they were very different people, they fell in love.

"But even though the princess fell in love with the handsome prince, she stayed true to herself. She still travelled and explored her kingdoms and, you know why?" you asked Sadie who was listening to your story with wide-eyed wonder, her small hands clutching the crayons tightly.

She shook her head slowly, begging for you to continue.

"Because the prince loved her for who she was, and so did she. She was confident and fierce. She was her own person and no one person should ever give up what they love for someone else," 

you continued, noticing the concentration etched across little Sadie's features as she pondered over this.

You saw a small curve forming in her cheeks, "I love that story, Y/N. Do you think there's a real princess like that in this world?"

You smiled at her innocence and laughed lightly.

"I don't know about that, Sadie, but I do believe that everyone is capable of being someone like that - a true self that they can share with the world.  And in this world, sometimes it just takes a bit of courage to let that self shine," you replied with a reassuring smile, patting her soft hair without noticing that Cillian was standing in the doorway, listening in on our tales as well.

"Daddy," Sadie though quickly acknowledged, causing you to turn around, a bit surprised when you saw him.

"Cillian," you greeted and, even though he was technically your stepfather, there was a weirdness installed between you both, that seemed to just grow bigger with every passing day.

"What are you two conspiring?" he smiled gently while Sadie got up and gave him a hug. He had been out all morning  , finishing up some loose ends before his next role in a new film.

"Just storytelling," you replied , trying to sound casual but the way your heart pounded at his nearness was anything but as you wondered how much of your story he had heard. 

"It was a pretty good story," he said slowly, before shooting you an enigmatic smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Do you always listen in?"  you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Your gaze locked with his for a moment, and the air between you crackled with an unexpected tension.

"Only when it sounds interesting," he admitted, his eyes not straying from yours. You felt your breathing hitch, the atmosphere in the room suddenly growing dense. "And you sounded interesting," he added, before clearing his throat and looking away.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and fought the urge to fidget under his gaze.

"Isn't she the best story teller ever?" Sadie then asked her father  , her eyes shining up at him.

Cillian chuckled and bent down, picking her up in his arms, as he replied, "Yes, she is." He casted a look your way, a softness in his gaze that made your heart beat faster. "Now how about I run you a bath, Princess Sadie?" Cillian  suggested, giving her a gentle squeeze before putting her down.

Sadie giggled with delight, "Okay, Daddy."

As Cillian walked away with Sadie, you couldn't help but observe his movements with a mixture of admiration and longing. There was something about him - the way he carried himself, his gentle presence - that drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Once Sadie was out of earshot, you found yourself getting lost in thoughts of him, imagining what it must feel like to be in his arms. But then,  you quickly shook off the tempting images, reminding yourself that he was your stepfather and boundaries needed to be maintained.

Later that evening, after Cillian had put Sadie to bed, he joined you in the living room. Your mother and twin sister were still out and about, seeing a musical that night, and you were both grateful for the break in tension.  You had been arguing with your mother every day and this was tiresome not only for you but also for Cillian who, to you, seemed a little tired in general these days.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching you as you sat on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, engrossed in a book.

"Hey," you replied, barely looking up from your book. Cillian sat next to you, leaning back into the cushions, keeping a respectable distance between you two. He shot you a smile, his eyes studying you intently while you put the book aside.

"Thank you for looking after Sadie today," he said conversationally, his voice low and easy. 

"I enjoy spending time with her," you replied, watching as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She's a wonderful little girl," you added with sincerity.

Cillian nodded his agreement, "She sure is, and you have a way with her too, more so than Cliona does," he observed, though not unkindly.

"Ah, well, I like kids," you said, shrugging casually, moving a little to get more comfortable and, just as you did, Cillian noticed the faint scent of your long hair tickling his nose. It was almost intoxicating. His gaze then fell to your lips, subconsciously studying the full curve of them as they parted in a soft sigh as you used the hairband on your wrist to tuck your hair up into a messy bun.

"Uhm," Cillian cleared his throat quietly, tearing his eyes away from your mouth. "Would you like to watch a movie or something?" he  asked, shifting his gaze to the blank TV screen across the room. It was a clumsy attempt at changing the subject and making the atmosphere less tense, but it seemed to work well enough as you smiled at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"Sure, why not. I don't mind," you replied, your voice calm as you tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as his arm brushed against yours when he reached for the control. 

Cillian turned towards the TV and started scrolling through the options until, eventually, you said 'stop'. 

"How about this one?" you suggested, pointing to a classic black and white film. "It's one of my favorites." 

Cillian glanced over at the screen, recognition lighting up his features as he smiled wryly. "Really?" he then asked, impressed by the fact that you would choose an old classic.  You nodded, "I've always loved the elegance of old films," you replied.

He chuckled, "You surprise me more and more every day," he admitted, his voice light and teasing before he pressed play but, even as the movie started playing, Cillian could not focus on the screen.  He was too aware of how comfortable you seemed to be sitting beside him and, each time you shifted slightly, or moved your hand, a warm tingle spread through his body causing it to heat up. In fact, every time you laughed; the sound was so pure and spontaneous, and it made him want to smile.

Cillian's mind kept wandering away from the TV screen and towards you, your smell which was a cross between vanilla and fresh linen, leaving a heady scent that he noted every time you moved closer to him and he did not even know what to make of the things he was feeling right now.

He had never really thought about you in any inappropriate way, not until you rocked up here again a week ago, which is when something had changed. You had changed, a lot and it was almost like you were a person he had never met before. 

Your laughter seemed to ring sweeter in his ears these days, and that look you would sometimes give him was enough to make his heart race, and he could not explain why, but everything about you was affecting him in a way he didn't understand.

What was even weirder for him was that you and your sister looked almost identical, and he most certainly felt nothing for her when she was around. There was not even an ounce of attraction towards her, but with you, he had to constantly pep talk himself, telling himself to stop looking at you.

Cillian knew these thoughts were neither right nor sane, you were his stepdaughter after all. He had a responsibility towards you and your sister. You both were young adults now, trying to make your way in the world, and it was just a coincidence that you had moved in with him and your mother for this particular time in your life. And so, with all these thoughts swirling around in his mind, he tried his best to distract himself.

At the same time though, he knew the attraction he felt towards you was real and with this attraction there came instant guilt.  Cillian frowned, taking a deep breath as he tried to push away thoughts of you from his mind and tried to focus on the movie instead. You were his goddamn stepdaughter. He was married to your mother and even though their relationship was no longer intimate, this was wrong on so many levels.

Eventually though, he clamped down on the wild thoughts that danced in his mind and encouraged them to veer away towards the silent movie playing in front of them. The words floated up and hummed along on the wave of the melancholic music that set the scene for this classic film, and Cillian's eyes narrowed as he focused his gaze back up to the screen.

Cliona chose that exact moment - moments before the actors started performing a passionate love scene on the screen - to walk through the door. It happened so fast that neither of you noticed her entrance until she spoke.

"What are you two even watching?" Cliona asked, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed the screen warily while your mother came in too, greeting you both with a strained smile that never quite reached her dark eyes.

"A classic," Cillian answered with a smile, his attention torn between the new arrivals and the screen before him. 

"Or more like an old crappy movie," your twin sister

commented, rolling her eyes dramatically while she plopped down on the couch, right between you and Cillian.

She shot him a smile that seemed to reach her eyes before stating, "Anyways, the musical was fabulous." 

Your mother followed your sister into the living room, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. She placed them both on the coffee table with a clink.

"Can we change it please? This looks a little boring," your mother proposed, her eyes dark and stubborn as they settled upon the scene on the screen.

Cillian sighed, absent-mindedly twisting the cover of the soda bottle, his gaze cycling between you, your sister, and your mother. For a brief moment, he wished you were somewhere else, doing something else – with you alone. But of course, he knew that he shouldn't feel that way as these thoughts were wrong.

"I think I am going to my room to finish this book," you eventually declared as your mother snatched the remote and  started flipping through channels.

You got up, trying your best to avoid Cillian's gaze but feeling the weight of it on you as you left the room, taking slow and measured steps so that they wouldn't notice how your hands trembled.

You couldn't help but feel the pressure of inappropriate expectations emanating from your mother and sister, and the tension in the air made your skin itch.

Once in your room, you closed the door with a soft click and leaned against it, taking several slow breaths.

Meanwhile, Cillian too decided to call it a night, claiming tiredness.  He said his goodnights and disappeared upstairs to his own bedroom where images of you in his head  kept him awake.

He tossed and turned under the sheets, wrestling with his own thoughts until he finally decided to give in. He started rubbing his tightening crotch gently with one hand, imagining how it would feel if you were there in bed with him and that, too, was something that he felt guilty about.  But the throbbing heat between his legs overpowered all his conscious attempts to not give in to the temptation.

He pulled down his pajama bottoms and wrapped his hand around his thick, aching length, letting out a quiet moan as he began to stroke slowly. He imagined how you would look, naked and lying on your back on the bed in front of him. The thought of you touching yourself, your fingers tracing gently over your swollen clit, made him groan louder, his grip tightening.

"Fuck," he groaned, imagining how it would feel to have you under him, your thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you.

His hips jerked up in response to his thoughts and the sudden movement made his orgasm rush towards him so fast that his breath caught in his throat. His muscles tensed as he tried to hold back until the very last moment before giving into it, feeling guilty about it all the same.

It wasn't long before his orgasm hit him, hard and fast, with him spilling himself all over his stomach. He lay there for a few moments with his chest heaving, feeling shame.

He had just brought himself to orgasm thinking of his stepdaughter. Cillian knew that what he did was wrong. It was something he despised himself for, giving into these twisted inappropriate thoughts and it was then that, after cleaning himself up with a tissue, he reached for his phone, opened the email app, and scheduled an appointment with his counsellor for the next day.

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[aquagirl1978]

To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes. 

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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[sukioyakio]

Saw some gojo drawings of him being a cowboy.Just wanted to share my thoughts on it. (Femreader)

might not be well edited 😭✌️

Cowboy!gojo,Who lives his whole life in his little sort of town, where it had enough food and water but enough for people to be able to use electricity. And its where he works as a cowboy in one big ranch. He just as well know about everyone in the little town, and they know him I mean who wouldn’t.The handsome white headed cowboy, the cutie that the girls would die for to be his wife, and the gorgeous blue eyes cowboy.

Cowboy!gojo,Who immediately knew when he saw you that he didn’t ever see you before. But you had this glow around you that brought him wondering. Probably that city girl glow he said to his mind, he cant say that he never went to other places or travel the world in which he did he pretty much enjoy it to top to bottom. But he prefer his little town he knows from the bottom of his heart.

He just had to come to you and he wanted to have his first appearance with you to be good. But it just happens that a car drove by a mud puddle.

“Helloooo there I hadn’t se- A red car drove by hitting the mud puddle and perfectly aimed on Gojo’s body and hair. You had no idea what just happened but you couldn’t help but laugh at his blanked expression. You hadn’t even heard what he had said before but you waved him off. Before saying. ”You might need a shower of a hour or two, see you later sir” You added with a sly smirk walking off with a sarcastic tone. He saw everything he needed to know that you just obtain his cowboy ass heart. He who is smiling like a dork after seeing a crush. Walking around with mud on his body like it’s nothing.

I just know that cowboy!gojo, who would have his signature smirk on every time he’s playing with the other cowboys. But he puts that smirk more widely when your around.(I don’t know if cowboys do races)

Cowboy!gojo, Who purposely trying to do anything to grab your attention. Sitting on his horse while they walk or jogging balls while the horse sprints. Wanting nothing more than to see you smile at his stupid shenanigans. It just bursts his ego with such warmth that he would have such a dorky grin on his face that his best friend playfully nudged his shoulder and ask him why he’s smiling like that.

“Gojo what the hell are you doing right now”Shoko stated as she sees him sitting on his black horse four beer bottles in air as he juggled them up and down. Gojo who didn’t hear shoko at all. Shoko couldn’t see who he was doing that for from the view she had and so she walked towards him. ’What is that idiot doing with my beer.’ She says but she stop when she see you rolling your eyes playfully and huffing a bit of laughter at his tactics. Shoko looks at you and knew immediately that she never saw you before and she looks at Gojo and sees that Manchild smiling like a highschool boy after their crush saying hi to them.And she knew that he was absolutely in love with you. “What you didn’t think I can juggle,huh” He says with a large smile on his lips. And beautiful blues eyes that were aimed towards your attention. “Definitely not on your horse I didn’t,your pretty talented guy that I can tell”You replied to him with a cheeky smile,looking at him with your arm crossed.The sarcasm in your voice wasn’t that hard to not notice.

Cowboy!Gojo,Who loves Fucking with you,He just like seeing if he can get to see how many adorable expressions can be on your face. Especially if he finds you reading a book on the grass field right next to the ranch house,in the quiet silence.In which he would purposely scare you with his loud voice. (edited)

It was pretty uneventful at the ranch.Which meant that he had more time to relax or catch up with you,his pretty princess.Ever since the last time he visit you which was like yesterday he had called you that nickname ‘pretty princess or princess’. and then you heard you mutter 'what a annoying knight’. And so he decided to call that every time he see you.He’s walking by the forest part of the park where it just outstanding beautiful, with the view of the green trees and perfectly shaved grass.He instantly see you and notices that didn’t see him or even hear him. Which hurt his little cowboy heart.But then a thought come up. I wonder what she does when she alone. He walks towards you with such ease that you didn’t even notice that.And Then BANG A gun shot blow up right next to you, making you jump up like a cat in fear.You quickly turn to your side to only get jump on by a white headed and all dessed cowboy. “Oh my fucking god!!What the hell was that For!” You yelled at him as your chest going up and down due to shear panic attack you almost got. while You could hear his laughter through the whole time.He just smiled and ruffles your hair.You groan quietly. ”Your alright,I’m right here princess.But woah are y’all city girls like this,pretty looking and addictive scary cats but don’t worry your knight in shining armor is here” You were so ready to punch him for doing that,but didn’t fell like doing that and so instead you just grumble and rolled your eyes,and huff out breath. “Oh yeah,I forgot to learn that I now have a knight in shining armor,that works at a ranch how lovely are you- -Satoru Gojo” god how he love the way his name rolls of your tongue.It like hearing the beautiful morning breeze.He lips can’t help but smile and laugh softly after seeing your cute frown on face.And then he already forgot what he wanted to came here to do.

Cowboy!gojo, who tried so hard to focus into something else but can’t seem to find anything,because you got him acting like a coward when he supposed to be a confident cowboy.After he saw you in some chaps (here links of the outfit- here ). You got him walking around with a half hard on.

Cowboy!gojo, who hear you laugh at him after his lovely horse kick him off her back while training,and even laugh more at the fact that he tried to act like that didn’t happen.He would just rolls his eyes and pull out his tongue.Like a man child his is.But cant help to put his hat on your face to cover his fluster face,chuckling really loudly.

THAT ALL I HAVE THERE AND I HOPE LIKE IT

also here I FINALLY FOUND WELL SORT THE ART of cowboy Gojo, But it not the one I saw.

The artist link Here go check them out

[matriarchjojo]

" GOLD DIGGER "

RINDOU HAITANI + BIMBO!READER

18+, slut shaming, misogyny, mean!dom rindou, hate sex, spanking, oral, rin treating reader like a rag doll, degradation, mating press, slapping, use of "sir", cheating(but not really), anal, MDNI

rindou was aware of his brothers girlfriend for some time now, and he knows for a fact that you are just using him for money but as much as he wants to hate you..he has to admit that everytime he would see see you: you look fine as fuck

God, he hates you.

Rindou knew for a while now that you are using his brother for his money. He noticed new clothes every day on you. Juicy Couture tracksuits, diamond necklaces, Dior shoes, Louis Vuitton bags, and that perfume that clouded his senses every time you would walk by him.

A filthy whore, That's what you are. Not the 'best girl in the world' like ran describes you.

If rindou didn't know any better he would have fallen into the same trap, the trap being your pussy.

Rin knew you were fucking his brother before he even saw you, he just heard your disgustingly erotic moans. And rin would never tell anyone but anytime you came over and rindou would hear your fucking moans he would push his head against the wall to hear you better and proceed to cum in his hand.

Ran is so fucking blinded by your..Beautiful face, curvy body, and those slutty-ass clothes that barely Cover your perfect ass and tits.

Of course, anytime rin tried to convince his brother that you were just using ran he laughed it off and didn't believe him.

So rin decided he should just Talk to you. And that's exactly what he did. Rindou came to your house because he used to drive his brother to you and knows by now where you live by now.

He walked up to your doorstep and Rang the bell, full of anger and impatience he tapped his foot against the concrete, taking a drag of his cigarette.

After the third puff of smoke escaped his lungs you opened the door

"Oh! Rinnie!" Of course you're dressed like a whore again. You were wearing a croptop where he could see your underboob and the shortest shorts he has ever seen.

"Hi. Can I come in?" His dark and mean gaze made you feel small but also like he was flirting with you. You nodded happily and let him in. "Where's ranran?" You questioned with a finger on your lip, god you're so fucking dumb. And it's making him hard. But that's not what he's here for, once he makes you break up with his brother, he will stop wanting to fuck you. Out of sight out of mind.

"I just came here to talk to you." He said, puffing a cloud of smoke in your direction, making you cough. You suddenly saw his bulge and immediately knew what you think he wanted. He came here to fuck you, and ranran told you if he asks you to fuck, you are allowed to say yes. And rinnie was really handsome, it's not like you've never thought about a threesome with your hot boyfriend and his just as handsome brother.

"I know what- h-huh?" He began but looked down and saw you on your knees trying to unbuckle his belt, he wasn't protesting and his cock wouldn't stop twitching every time your long nails would brush against his clothed erection and he didn't know why.

"I always kind of knew you liked me~" you giggled and looked up at him with your disgustingly adorable eyes

You finally got his pants down, and you started to pull his tight boxers down, where you could already see how big he was. "Oh!" You yelped watching his cock bounce out of its confinements in front of your face.

Rin just kept looking at you, he should be szopping you but he just wanted you to hurry the fuck up.

You grabbed his 10 inches and looked at it wide-eyed. He could rip you apart so easily. You bit your lip before kissing his leaky tip and earning a small groan from him "fuck.." his fingers ran through your hair in such an erotic way that you could get wet from that if you weren't already dripping.

But all of a sudden rin got back to his senses and yanked your hair away from his aching cock.

"The fuck you think you're doin' huh?" Before you could even give him an answer he dragged you by the hair into the kitchen and slammed you down onto the white marble counter.

"Dirty fuckin' whore now you're tryna fuck me too?" His degrading and angry words didn't match up with him spreading your legs apart and pulling your shorts down. And surprise, surprise..you aren't wearing any panties AND you're soaking wet.

Rin snarled and suddenly a harsh slap landed on your wet pussy lips. Making your whole body flinch and force a whine out of you "fuckin' takin' all my bro's money for sucking his dick, you're fuckin' disgusting.." he said as he got in between your legs, drooled over how pretty your pussy looked, and how cutely it clenched around nothing.

"R-rinnie what— AH!!—" you moaned out as another slap hit your poor pussy. "Stop fuckin' calling me that, I'm not your stupid boy toy like my brother. It's sir from now on, got it? I'll show you how to fuckin' behave." His Fingers suddenly spread your slick drenched pussy lips apart and he couldn't help but bite his lip at your beautiful pussy.

"Fucking dirty hole.." you whined at his mean comment but moaned once his tongue made contact with your sensitive nub.

"A-Ahhh!!—" rindou didn't even hold back, he just made out with your pussy while his big hands grabbed your ass cheeks, he pulled them apart and let go of one of them and he slid the tip of his thumb inside your tight asshole

"N-NO, S-SIR NOT THERE- AHH!" Once you protested, he shoved his finger knuckle deep into you and wiggled it around in your soft but unbelievably tight walls. The taste of your pussy and feeling it clench already made him salivate but the way your asshole clenched as well as the cherry on top.

"Dirty whore..wanted me all this time, didn't you?" He groaned before diving back in and making it impossible for you to answer.

Your ass started to grind back onto his face and thumb, "y-yes!!" You wailed as you suddenly came all over his face and new, expensive suit.

He stood up and grabbed your hair to make you look up at him, meeting his cold and almost angry expression as his chest heaved with heavy breaths escaping his wet lips "do you see what you did?" He pointed at the Pool of your slick on his dress pants

"Get on your knees and clean it up, ya hear me?" You didn't respond and just whined, rindou took that as you being a brat and smacked you in the face "I asked if ya heard me, whore." You mewled and nodded with a quiet "yes.." got on your, now jelly-like knees, and stuck your tongue out to lick and suck at the wet spots on his pants.

This whorish sight of you sucking your cum out of his pants because he told you to, made his cock ache painfully. You kept eyeing his cock but rindou grabbed your hair again and dragged you over to your big white couch (that his brother probably paid for) and slammed you down on it before getting in between your legs

"I wanted you too.. but don't get ahead of yourself because I said that. Everyone would wanna fuck you senseless if they saw those slutty Outfits of yours" you bit your lip at his comment and clenched your thighs together

"Open your mouth." He said dryly and you just let out a little 'huh' before rin grabbed you again to slap you "i said open your fuckin' mouth." He hissed through gritted teeth, you obeyed and he spat onto your pretty tongue "swallow it..yeah, just like that..see? You can be a good girl if you want to."

You smiled and nodded. "y-yes, sir!" Rindou grinned and chuckled at your obedience "you want daddy to stretch that nasty pussy out now?"

Your eyes lit up almost immediately as those words left his mouth, rindou smiled "Guess that's a yes.." rin looked down and stroked his cock a few times before positioning it against your twitching hole, practically begging him to slide it inside you.

"C'mon say you want sir to fuck you say 'please, sir, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy, pleasee~'" he mocked and laughed lowly once you started begging like he asked "good girl." He grunted as rin slid his cock slowly inside of you. "Ya feel that, baby? Feel how good it's stretching your little cunt-"

you suddenly cut him off messily and aggressively, making out with him. He groaned deeply into your mouth but pulled away and slapped you. "Did I give you permission to kiss me? Hm?"

He slapped you again, and you shook your head. "I didn't think so." He snarled but then kissed you before pounding into you. His groans filled your mouth while your loud moans and whines filled his.

Rin pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at you "cock hungry whore.." as he kept pounding into you he quickly changed the Position by pushing your left leg against your chest and keeping the other on his hip with one of his legs on the ground, reaching even deeper than before and getting to pound you even harder.

"S-SIR!— I-i'm GONNA-" already? He asked himself, but rin certainly didn't complain, cause the feeling of your pussy clamping his thick cock so hard it almost made him see stars

"Fuuck..good fuckin' pussy..mhh.." he groaned while he tried to reach his high as he helped you ride out yours, though, the overstimulation made you cum once again onto his cock and dress pants. "Whore- fuck..kiss me, baby.." he moaned as you draped your arms around rindou to pull him down into the kiss that he asked for.

At the same time your wet and hot tongues touched each other he shot his hot and thick load deep into your cunt.

You suddenly started wailing loudly. "SIR—NOO~ I-I'M NOT ON THE PILL- AHHH!" rin should be concerned, but he instead bit his lip and couldn't help but grin

"Well, then you better start callin' me daddy every day cause I definitely just fucked a baby into ya." You should be concerned as well but just like rindou, you found this more like hot than concerning.

Out of the blue, his brother was calling him. "Almost on cue.." rin sighed and picked up "yeah?"

"Where are you right now? Mikey just called a meeting." Ran asked as his brother pinched the bridge of his nose

You perked up and sat up, staining the couch in more of Rindou's cum "is it ranran? RAAAN~" you giggled happily

Rindou wanted to die right then and there. His brother would hate him for sure!

"So you finally fucked her?" He chuckled "took ya long enough! She's good right? That pretty pussy's so greedy~" rindou groaned and hung up

You tilted your head confused "what did ranran say?" Rindou just stared back at you and sighed

"Both of you are horrible.." But you just giggled, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek."Are we gonna do this again? It was fun!" Rindou blushed slightly and completely forgot why he was here in the first place

"Yes..sure, baby.." he smiled softly and gave you a sweet kiss."I gotta go now though, I'll come back tonight with ran, kay?" You giggled and nodded. "okayy~ have fun and be safe!" Rindou zipped his pants up and put his jacket back on before getting out of your house and back into his car just to slap his head on his steering wheel

"I worried way too much..she..she's not that bad.."

And now he did fall into your trap, but who could blame him?

[gwentmaster]

– last call.

joel miller x reader

wordcount: 1k ₊˚⊹♡ masterlist

tags/warnings: explicit (18+ mdni), angst, no use of y/n, no gendered pronouns/genitalia so technically gnc reader, unprotected piv, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, swear words, light praise, light body worship, for some reason i got religious for a second, dom/sub themes if you squint

It always starts with a kiss. Something soft, and sweet. Something to ground him, and something to bring him back to you. He sighs, and it’s like you can feel the weight of the world slump off of his shoulders. He’s back with you, for you, if only for a moment, if only for now.

“It was rough, today,” Joel murmurs simply, pressing another tender kiss to your mouth. He tastes like dirt and whiskey, but it’s home, and God, have you missed this– have you missed him, in this safehouse, in your arms. 

“Every day is,” you reply. It’s simple, but true. His hums in agreement, moving his hands from your face to your hips. His touch is feather-light, only grazing. Your skin nonetheless feels hot underneath his hands as you pull him closer. 

He kisses you a third time, saying nothing. You don’t need him to, to know what’s on his mind; to understand what’s really been pulling him away from you these past few sleepless nights. The agreement was mutual: your respite couldn’t last forever. You gaze into sorrowful hazel eyes and the silence seems to stretch on forever.

“It was good while it lasted,” he says at last, kissing your forehead. He rubs your back with strong, calloused hands. When you grin, he seems surprised.

“I was thinking we could make it last a little longer.”

His breath hitches as you delve into him, kissing him with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. If this was the last time you were going to get your hands on Joel Miller, by God, you were going to make it count.

You take turns stripping each other of your clothes– you pull off his shirt, he carefully unbuttons yours; you step out of your jeans in tandem; he strips off his boxers in an instant and watches you with unabashed, unashamed desire as you slide off your underwear. He guides you to the bed, where you fall back onto the hard mattress, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you drink him in. He’s gorgeous– tall, dark, handsome, and painfully, beautifully hard. You try as hard as you can to capture this in your mind, to keep him here if only for a moment longer.

Before you can finish your mental portrait, he’s on his knees, between your thighs. He kisses up and down your legs with a tenderness that’s unusual for even your exploits. “You’ve always been so beautiful,” He says to you as he spreads your legs, dangerously close, “I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

And like that, he’s all over you– kissing, biting, sucking; he’s devouring you wholly and completely, preying on your holiest, most devout place of worship. You moan wantonly, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him into you. How have you lived without this? How will you live without this? The thoughts flash through your mind, broken only by his groaning as he palms himself and your own begging cry to please, please, please make me cum.

Joel, of course complies– how could he not when you look, sound, taste so good, all for him, just for him?–tilting his gaze to look up at you with lust and adoration as your body wracks with climax. After you go slack, he waits for a moment for you to regain your breath before pushing you back further on the bed, clambering up between your legs and settling there. He wipes his mouth before one hand falls to your hip and the other cusps your face, gentle and needing. His breathing is labored, his pupils blown wide, as he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s longing and passionate, the promise of something more forever lost. When he pulls away you’re surprised to find his eyes teary. You nod once in understanding, pulling him in for another kiss.

Neither of you say anything as he aligns with your entrance. His hand squeezes your hip as he enters you, achingly hard and painstakingly slow. When he bottoms out he groans and you swear it’s beautiful enough for a melody– another memory you grasp at, trying to burn into your mind. He sits there for a moment, fully within you, and savors it– savors you around him, against him, for him. You both, for a brief moment, think you won’t be able to go on without each other, not when he’s had you like this. 

And then he starts thrusting. It’s slow, gentle, tender. If you didn’t know him better, you’d almost call it lovingly, the way he breathes your name, kisses your lips, and fucks into you. Your back arches as he rolls his hips, snapping with a smooth and consistent rhythm. His hands move, working on their own accord, one grasping your hip and the other firmly planted between you, getting you off lazily and loosely as he chases his own high. His groans are sweet and his touch, his dick inside you, sweeter still– you’re left gasping, clutching for pillows, sheets, anything to ground you from his paralyzing overstimulation.

When you finally, finally, whimper his name, it’s over for him; he fucks you with relentless pace and steady weight. You throw your head back and he catches it with a wandering hand, pulling you into a heated kiss. His free palm digs into your hip, hard enough to leave bruises. Your nails scratch down his back, scraping trails, as you pant his name, for more, to cum, for him. He doesn’t stop when he finally cums– instead, he rides it out with even more fervor, grinding into you until finally, finally, finally, you orgasm; the way you tighten around him making you both gasp and moan. 

Joel lays there for a moment, on top of you, encompassing your body with his defined frame. Slowly, he pulls out, planting a kiss on your nose and laying beside you with a long sigh. After the comfortable silence settles, he stands, and you listen forlornly to the floorboards creak beneath him as he gathers a rag to clean the both of you up. 

Later, as the sun begins to settle over the desolate horizon long after he has left your camp for the very last time, you can’t help but wonder if a goodbye would have been easier.

[mrsoharaa]

Visiting your favorite local aquarium just to see those handsome, rugged "merfolk" casually swimming and perched lazily on a ragged boulders, until they see you come around the corner. Almost waiting oh so anxiously of your return each day of each visit you would stop by, timely.

Sitting next to their tank, comfortably amongst the outskirts of the industrial window distancing between the both of your worlds, watching you intensively and attentively to everything you do, listening to you read to them with that strange little object that seemed to flip thin sheets of paper ever so mesmerizingly. The sound of your sweet voice only entrancing them that much more (Ironic, since they were once literal sirens, succubi's, of the sea). Their heads voluntarily tilts slightly with each flip of every page you would make, noting the tender smile grace over your pretty face effortlessly as you shift over each word. Adoring the pure enlightenment and joy that radiates from you for accompanying them during the opening hours of the aquarium.

But once the aquarium starts to close down for the night, only one of the beautiful fishmen would still find himself floating right where he was when you first came to join them in company. Eyes of deep amethyst and curiosity beaming all over you ever so carefully, intently as his beautiful, iridescent scaly onyx tail waves through the crystalline water to balance his burly stature, as extended sleek tresses of raven flows with the waters calm current.

His webbed, wide hands gently caress the flat surface of the glassed tank. His head tilts to the right gradually, glancing between your right hand back to your gorgeous eyes. As though he was waiting for you to purse your hand with his. The need to feel you through the thick glass that separated you two.

You smile pliantly, carefully planting your right palm onto the surface to where his hand had planted.

His lips perk up into a heart warming smile, his eyes tracing over your luring presence. His lush lips slowly murmur in a inaudible mumbling, as thought whispering to you in gentle whisks.

You lilt your head and blink in confusion, trying to decipher his silent mumbling. Slowly catching on to the voiceless action.

"Su-gu...ru?" you murmur silently, reflecting his action, watching the breath taking man nod with that same brimming smile, eyes glimmering with such enlightenment and purity.

"Su...guru...Suguru...Ohhh! that's your name, Suguru?" you finally caught on, watching the charming smile on his face keep it's radiant beauty. His vast chest seeming bigger, chiseled with such delight and wonder to the sight of your cute reaction to finally getting his name.

Suguru nods more entrustingly, hardly swiping his webbed hand across the clear glass.

"Ma'am, the aquarium is now closing, I must ask you to take your leave now" one of the security guards informed you from behind, you look over towards the stoic security guard and sigh softly, almost dishearteningly. Collecting your bag and book as you stood straight forwardly, your head turning back towards the beautiful fishman floating before you.

Your hand gently homing back onto the tanks glass, watching his fingers meet your smaller digits. His adoring irises glossed of sadness and emptiness. You'd simply smile at him with comforting reassurance.

"It's okay...I'll be back tomorrow and with a new book" you mutter softly, watching one of the other fishman, the one with vibrant, cerulean eyes and snowy wavy hair (with a matching tail) sneak up from behind over Suguru's broad shoulders. Gorgeous bright eyes carefully watching you pace yourself from your current position over towards the exit of the darken vicinity.

Your eyes briefly meet there's momentarily, waving them a bashful smile and wave as you set off to your own home.

All while they patiently await for your next loving, pleasant visit.