#and you already know i rushed to look it up

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hold Me Down

Rafe Cameron x gf!reader

Summary: Rafe overstimulates you for the first time. That’s it.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, p in v, creampie, squirting, choking, headlock, Rafe is mean as always, mean!dom rafe if you squint, porn without plot

WC: 2k

A/N: I HAVE RETURNED🗣️🗣️ I really missed rafe. I have a couple requests and some works in the making but they’re plot heavy so they’re taking me a while, in the mean time here’s this to satiate my horniness (and yours)

Tagging my rafe babes @hauntedfawnn @rafescorpsebride

You really should have known better. Perhaps your most perverted fantasies should have stayed, just that--fantasies. Because in practice? Not quite as practical. Especially not with the boyfriend you had. You knew Rafe was holding back for your sake, you had only been dating a month, afterall. But the freak in you wanted more, you wanted him to take you and use you in any way he desired. He wanted to ruin you. And boy, were you in for a fucking ride. The look of pure malice and excitement in Rafe’s eyes should have been your warning, but your insatiable need for him was stronger than your judgment.

“Ah—! Rafe!” You were a fucking mess, eyeliner and mascara stained your cheeks, your pretty lipstick was long gone, tears of pleasure stained your pretty face as you writhed on Rafe’s bed. His tongue was going to be the end of you. He had already made you come once and you were so close to your second. You were already crying and pleading with him to let you take a break. He ignored you, his eyes shooting you a glare as he shoved his tongue into your cunt. And you couldn’t go anywhere, not with the way he was holding down your thighs on the mattress. “Please!”

You didn’t know what you were begging for. Mercy? Sweet release? Maybe both? You were absolutely delirious, incoherent, all you could focus on was the delicious drag of his tongue as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb. It was so overwhelming, how he wouldn’t let up. Rafe all but made out with your pussy, moaning and groaning at the intoxicating taste of you. He loved the idea of making you delirious, making you beg on the verge of tears, it made him incredibly hard. 

With a handful of your ass, Rafe used his tight grip to rock you against his mouth, his tongue slipping in and out of your hole in a way that had you seeing white. Rafe knew you were done for when you tried to drag yourself up the bed, away from his demanding mouth, your back lifting off the mattress as you turned into a sobbing mess. 

You whined as you weakly grabbed at his grown out hair and attempted to pull him off you. Rafe didn’t care if you couldn’t take it, this is what you asked for. He dragged his tongue over your swollen clit and you nearly screamed. 

“Rafe please. I mean it.” You choked out, digging your nails into his scalp. The burning sensation of your nails only riled him up more. He was determined to fuck you until you cried. And he hadn't done that quite yet.

“What? What are you crying about?” He mocked you with a laugh as he half-assed wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He crawled up your body, propping himself up on one of his forearms. The sight of you so desperate and pathetic when he hadn't even fucked you made his cock twitch. “You asked for it, did you not? You wanted to act like a whore, now you can get fucked like one, hm?” 

He grabbed your jaw and forced your head up to meet his eager mouth. The taste of you still on his tongue made you moan against his lips. His mouth was so demanding, the kiss messy and sloppy, like him. When he pulled back, he grabbed your legs and folded them until your knees were touching your chest and your dripping cunt was on full display for him. He prided himself on his work, the way he left you so wet and ready for him, it rushed blood to his face and bumped adrenaline through his veins. You didn’t protest, and simply braced for what was about to come your way. 

The stinging feeling of his cock was always such an indescribable feeling. He always sank so deep, it made you dizzy. Rafe didn’t waste any time, he drilled into you like he didn't care about the integrity of your body. You slid up and down the mattress with each drag of his cock, and to say that you were a sobbing mess was an understatement. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty like this.” His lips were parted, his baby blues swallowing you whole as he watched your eyes roll into your head. He breathed out a laugh, leaning down to grip the headboard, nearly folding you in half. As if he wasn’t deep enough. The way you cried at the feeling of his cock stretching you like this made him delirious. “Look at you, taking my dick like it was made for you.”

He planted his other hand beside your head, groaning in delight at the feeling of your pretty nails dragging down his back, surely to leave angry marks he would admire later. You were holding on for dear life, unable to do anything but just take his cock as he split you open. You didn’t know what you loved more, the feeling of him damn near bruising your cervix, or the way he would do absolutely anything to have you like this.

“Please Rafe! Feels so good—Ah!” You whined as he gripped your throat. You swore you saw God right then and there. You didn’t know what this strange and tingly feeling deep inside you was. You had never felt like this before. And with him hitting places so deep inside you, you didn't even know existed, you were scared of what your body was going to do. “R-Rafe, wait. Wait please, I don’t—Oh, my—” 

Rafe squeezed your throat tighter, his cock bruising that one spot over and over until you saw white, gushing all over him. You were shaking and sobbing incoherent words Rafe couldn’t understand as your juices coated both of your thighs and dripped onto the sheets underneath you. Shocked, Rafe looked down to where his cock was slipping in and out of your dripping hole with even more ease, and he laughed in disbelief. 

“Ohh fuck, yeah. Squirt all over my cock just like that, fuck.” Rafe wasn’t one to spill himself this quickly, but that alone made him almost lose it. He grabbed your hair, forcing you to look down, though your vision was still blurry, you could clearly see it. “Look at that, doll. Look at the fuckin’ mess you made.”

You couldn’t even form a thought, let alone speak. There wasn’t a single thought in your pretty head. Shocks of electricity still coursing through your body as he never stopped fucking you, driving you to the point of overstimulation. But just like that, he grabbed your arms and flipped you on your back, leaving you breathless and empty. You gasped for breath as you planted your face on the pillow. You were praying for just five minutes to recompose yourself. But you prayers were crudely denied as Rafe grabbed a hold of your hips, unceremoniously dragging you down to meet his hips. You whined.

“No, please Rafe! I can’t!” You cried as you desperately tried to run away from him. He scoffed, reaching to grab your hair and forced you down on the bed. 

“Nah, don't give me that shit. Don’t fuckin’ run away. You wanted me to use you, right? You wanted to be my little fuck doll, hm?” He rasped into your ear, using your hair to press you down on your cheek instead so you could speak, but all you could let out was a whine. “You know what you have to say if you want it to stop.” 

He gave you the choice. You could use your safeword, and you knew he wouldn't be mad if you did. But you would be mad at yourself if you used it. You wanted him to push you to your limits, send you to a completely different universe then bring you back. You truly didn't want to stop. Not really. You simply shook your head as you lifted your ass up for him. The sound that left his chest then was damn near animalistic.

“Fuckin’ knew it. You love takin’ my cock, don’t you doll?” A low moan left the back of his throat, using your hair as leverage as he slammed back into you, wasting no time in resuming his punishing thrusts. You were sobbing into the sheets in no time, soft cries of his name being the only thing you could say.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chanted as you took his cock like that was all you were meant to do in this world. It was bruising, and agonizing his grip, and each delicious drag. It was so overwhelming and you loved it at the same time.

You couldn't say you were shocked at the fact that eventually your entire body was flat on the bed and his chest was pressed against your back, holding you down perfectly to feel each and every one of his erratic thrusts. He held your face down by your hair, muffling your pathetic cries as he used you like you were nothing more than just an outlet for his pleasure.

“Please Rafe. It hurts.” You choked out, gasping for air when you managed to turn your head to the side. It hurt, but in the best way possible. He was just so big, you could never get used to the sting of his cock. It was both too much and not enough at the same time. Rafe heard you, barely, but he heard you, and he scoffed, forcing your head back to look at him. 

“Cry for it, then.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he threw his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock. He damn near caged you in with his big fucking body as he fucked you to tears. Your sobs filled the room as he drilled into you, his grunts of pleasure filling your ear. “Just give me one more, c’mon doll, I know you want to gush all over my dick.” 

It took maybe two, or three more drags of his cock to have you seeing stars. It wasn’t as intense as earlier, but you were a sobbing and shaking mess nonetheless when you came all over his cock again. Tears ran down your face again and you clawed your pretty manicured nails into his arm as you damn near spasmed into his grip.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.” He grunted into your neck as he rutted his hips against your ass, chasing his own release. He dug his teeth into your plush skin as he held you in place, forcing you to take his harsh thrusts. “Gonna fill you up. You want it, don’t you doll?”

“Mhm! Want it so bad Rafey.” You choked out, mouth falling open in delight as he filled you up, not stopping until his come leaked out of your abused hole. 

When Rafe unwrapped his arm from you, you immediately fell face first on one of Rafe’s pillows with exhaustion. You felt him shuffling around for a minute until he flopped down next to you. You lifted your head up to find him with his eyes closed and one arm behind his head. His face was flushed red and his short strands stuck up like he had just his hand through them. Your boyfriend was actually the hottest man on earth and you didn’t care if your body fell victim to his intensity and stamina. You slowly shifted so that you were laying your head on his bicep and he happily threw his arm over your back. 

“What do you want to eat? You feeling Italian or burgers?” Rafe asked you quietly, the tips of his fingers running up and down your back softly. 

“Italian.”

“Knew it. Gonna run you a bath so you can get all prettied up for me. So I can do this all over again after dinner, ‘kay?” That sounded like a perfect Saturday night to you.

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

fashion photographer!gojo part 1

paris fashion week was as exhausting as it was exhilarating for you.

trying to make it to three shows in a day, squeezing in castings in between, attending countless parties, and meeting new people made you feel like you were truly living life to the fullest.

especially that arrogant and handsome photographer… he never missed an opportunity to invade your packed schedule and fill it with himself.

after the shoot with fashion photographer!gojo in paris, you had ended up in his massive hotel suite and lost count of how many times you fucked. not a single corner of that hotel room was left untouched.

of course, that wasn’t enough for him. whether you had free time or not didn’t matter—there wasn’t a single moment he wasn’t stuffing his cock into your pussy, either before a show, in the car rushing to the next one, or even at the after-parties.

“models for the runway, please gather near the photographers’ area backstage,” the backstage coordinator’s shout made your fingers tighten even more in gojo’s hair.

“gojo… i need to go, ple-nghhh please stop,” you whimpered as gojo harshly sucked on your clit, pulling yet another moan from your lips.

right now, you were in a spot a little away from the backstage area, somewhere you didn’t know how gojo had found, and where no one else was around. he was among the guests invited to the show and would be watching from the front row. the moment he arrived backstage, people flocked to him, showering him with attention and making him the center of it all. but gojo wasn’t there to mingle or admire the new collection.

you knew exactly what he wanted.

gojo lifted his head from between your legs, his lips glistening and his face slick with your juices, looked up at you. “how many times do i have to tell you to call me satoru?”

“fuck off, satoru, i need to go.”

“and i don’t want you to go,” he replied, sliding his fingers along your drenched folds, making you gasp. “besides, i think you don’t want to leave right now either. please, baby, let me help relieve your stress, hm?”

the show you were about to walk in was the most anticipated event of fashion week. your legs were trembling with nervous excitement, and you were terrified you might stumble and fall on the runway. gojo, however, had promised to help you turn that around, and now here you were, pressed against a wall in some hidden room, letting one of the most prominent figures in the fashion world eat your pussy.

your grip on his snowy white hair loosened slightly. “i don’t want to embarrass myself.”

gojo pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh before looking back up at you. “you won’t. remember, if you’ve proven to me how amazing a model you can be, everyone else already knows how good you are.”

arrogant bastard. even in a sentence meant to reassure you, he managed to stroke his own ego.

“instead of using your mouth to praise yourself, use it to make me cum. wasn’t that what you wanted, to help me relieve my stress?” you smirked.

gojo seemed to enjoy your bold words because he wasted no time responding. “whatever my favorite model wants.” and with that, he got right back to work.

as his two fingers pumped into you, his tongue kept pace, swirling over your clit. his tongue was relentless, flicking and drawing circles on that sensitive little spot, making your eyes flutter shut.

“so good, keep going,” you tilted your head back, moaning and craving more.

gojo curled his fingers, finding your g-spot, while his tongue drew intricate shapes on your swollen bud. as if that wasn’t enough, he sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips relentless.

“fuck, fuck…” your legs shook, and your hands gripped his hair with a strength you didn’t know you had.

gojo briefly pulled his lips away from your dripping clit with a lewd pop, his fingers still working inside you. “you’re so fucking beautiful. this pussy was made for me. god, it’s trembling around my fingers just like your legs.” he growled before diving back in, sucking harder.

“i love—i love when you touch me. you make me feel so fucking good.” it was true. every touch of his made you feel like a goddess. people weren’t wrong when they said satoru gojo had a talent for elevating others.

whether it was through his photos, his mouth, or his cock.

gojo released your clit again, though his fingers never faltered. he whispered into your dripping pussy, “because you are perfect, my muse.” then he sped up his fingers and brought his mouth back to your clit, sucking with a fervor that had you seeing stars.

his nose brushed against you as he worked, and the sensation sent a deep moan ripping from your throat. you didn’t care if anyone outside heard the mix of moans and cries spilling from your mouth. right now, all you cared about was finding relief before the big show.

“goj-satoru shit, my legs are t-trembling,” you stammered, pressing his face closer, signaling how close you were. the only thing shaking more than your legs was your voice as his relentless mouth and fingers drove you to the edge.

“cum, baby. soak my face, cover me in your sweetness. fuck, you taste so good.”

as he growled those words into your pussy, your trembling turned into spasms, and you shut your eyes. the orgasm spread through your body, yet gojo’s fingers didn’t stop. as you grew more sensitive, you begged him to stop. at first, he didn’t listen and kept going, but eventually, the movements of his fingers slowed down. finally, he stopped and slowly withdrew his fingers, now coated in your sticky juices.

“let me clean you up,” he murmured, licking the juices that had trickled down your thighs. “can’t have you going on the runway like this, right?” his tongue lapped at your thighs as he peppered soft kisses along your skin.

“you’re insane, satoru gojo,” you muttered, your hand brushing against the nape of his neck—his favorite spot to be touched.

he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive pussy before standing up. he fixed the designer skirt that had ridden up your waist, then leaned down to capture your lips with his still-wet ones. “you look relaxed now. when you walk the runway, remember this—I’ll only be watching you.” he pulled back, smoothing his hair before heading for the door. just as he reached it, he turned around. “oh, and after the show, come to the back entrance. my car will be waiting. sorry you’ll miss the after-party, but trust me, i’ll make up for it in the car and the room later.”

once he left, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. with all the stress drained from your body, you were finally ready for the show. a few minutes later, you emerged from the room, ignoring the frantic chatter of people saying they’d been looking for you everywhere. “i just needed to relax,” you said, brushing past their confused faces and taking your place in the lineup.

after the show ended, you quickly changed, bid everyone goodbye with a rushed excuse about missing the after-party, and headed to the back entrance. opening the door of the sleek black car, you found that cocky, talented photographer sitting there in his cream-colored suit and vintage sunglasses. without saying a word, you climbed into the car and sat beside him.

you said nothing, just looked straight ahead. but you knew he had that smug grin on his face.

just before the car started moving, gojo pressed a button, and the black partition separating the front and back began to rise. you turned to look at him, and before he could say anything, you climbed into his lap, tossing his sunglasses aside and crashing your lips against his.

fashion photographer!gojo may have made you miss the after-party, but he made sure to give you the best one in the car and the hotel room. again. and again.

all rights belong to the @moonlitwitchdaisy do not copy, reproduce, or translate my work.

[merrinla]

I was confused that after returning from prison of regrets, Rook was immediately dragged to a hub meeting. Turns out that after the prison, your love interest insisted that everyone leave Rook alone and send them to rest. And only then there was a meeting.

Rook: Solas? (?): We're not sure. Probably searching for some way to defeat Elgar'nan. (?): We don't know. Not really. We were so busy looking for you we… lost track. option: It's been two weeks. Rook: I was… what? Two weeks? option: A two-week long day. Rook: Apparently my hard day lasted two weeks. (?): Yes, you were gone two weeks. Which means you need rest, food, and water. (Emmrich?): Yes, my love. Which is why you shouldn't rush out just yet. (?): Enough of this. You need food and rest. We'll talk business later. (Taash?): Yeah. So you need rest. We can talk about the other crap later. Davrin: We'll talk about this later. You need some rest and Assan needs feeding. (?): Everyone please stop. Rook needs rest, and… food, probably… (?): Yeah. A lot happened. But it can wait. Until you've had some rest. (?): Yeah. There's a lot to catch up on. After you rest, anyway. Rook: Thanks, Bellara. Bellara: Of course. I'm here for you. Whenever you're ready. Rook: Lucanis… Lucanis: Go get some sleep before you collapse. If anybody knows how bad that is, it's me. Rook: Taash… Taash: You need rest. I'll make you tea. Do you want ginger or lavender? Rook: Emmrich, I can't… Emmrich: Please. For the sake of one who's missed your company. Rook: Rest? There's so much… (?): There always is. Don't worry. I won't start without you. Rook: I can't rest, there's too much— (?): Who knows you best? Rook: But there's so much to— (?): Please, Rook. For me. option: Then let's all take a break. Rook: Everything you've done, you all deserve a rest as much as I do. option: Not too long Rook: The gods can wait a little while longer. Rook: Not for too long. But fine, I'll go rest. And hey, it's nice of you to care. (?): You're quite welcome. (?): It's good to have you back. (?): I'm so glad we got you back. (?): It didn't feel right with you gone. (?): Rest well, Rook. Davrin: Assan will be happy to see you. (?): Yep. What they said. (?): I'll see you in a bit.

I wonder how the decision was made to remove this content. This is a scene where LI worries and cares about the player's character. No no no, let's cut it!

I mean, if it's in the localization file and translated into 11 languages, then it was most likely already voiced and implemented in the game.

[ignoringmyexams]

jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.

"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."

its your name. he picks up at once.

"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.

"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"

this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.

"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.

since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.

"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.

jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.

"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.

you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.

"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."

"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",

"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."

now he was really worried.

"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."

he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.

"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."

the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.

"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"

now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.

"try it on", and you do.

although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.

jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.

[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡ you give cult leader!theo a blowjob during a sermon

hello, hi. here i am, with probably my favourite and the most challenging to write au. hoping that y’all will match my freak with this one.

warnings: 18+ mdni, cult dynamics (duh), power imbalance, religious terminology, public blowjob, mentions of gagging, praise

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; theo m.list ; cult leader!theo

the whole main area of the temple is taut with anticipation as soon as teacher theodore walks onto his podium. he sits down onto his black leather chair, raising his hand to silence everyone, although it’s already pretty quiet – but now even the smallest of whispers die down. his calm gaze slowly drifts over the room, making every single one of your fellow believers shiver, and you’re no exception. you watch with awe as the man scans the room, and eventually, his fascinating blue eyes land on you.

"you, my dear," he drawls, his voice enveloping you like the warmest blanket and simultaneously igniting a fire inside your body that not a single soul can put out except for him. "come here."

excitement nearly bubbles over in your stomach as you stand up from the floor, trying to keep your legs from trembling – you have to show him that his choice tonight is worth it, that you’re worth the grace he’s shown you. as you approach him, you can feel the stares of others burning into your back, but you don’t mind them, you barely even notice – your entire being is filled with theodore, him, him, him.

your reverent eyes never leave his face as you kneel between his spread legs and kiss the back of his hand, your hands obediently resting on your thighs as you wait for your cue. you can’t help clutching the fabric of your white robe just a little as you feel the heat starting to spread in your stomach – but it’s all about him right now, and it always is.

theodore looks down at you, his gaze lingering on your awestruck face, and nods. giving your best to staying collected, you nod in return and lift your hands up to unbuckle the belt of his trousers. theodore watches you for a moment longer, and then his attention shifts to the room filled with the rest of the disciples. his soothing voice begins to waft through the air like silk and honey combined, and you try not to get completely lost in it. you have to focus. you have a task.

as quietly as you can, you pull the zipper down, then his trousers and briefs. his cock is already half-hard, which makes you simultaneously salivate, and your chest fill with pride – usually, the other girls and guys have to work a bit to get him to this state. you don’t know if it’s your luck, but you wouldn’t dream of questioning it; it’s your first time being picked for the pleasure purpose, and you’re determined to make a good impression in hopes of becoming a new favourite.

you lean in, your breath ghosting over theodore’s skin, and notice his cock twitch at the sensation. even the smallest movement makes you preen, but you try not to get lost to your selfishness. your hand comes up to grab him at the base, and you feel him harden more, his cock now standing straight in your hold. he’s so big – you’ve been dying to get a taste ever since you first saw it, but have been patiently waiting for your turn until now.

your tongue sticks out to lick a wet stripe up to the tip, where your lips wrap around it. you give an almost tentative swirl, knowing that you can’t rush – the sermon can last up to an hour, and you have to draw it out until the very end. you don’t want to disappoint the teacher. you starts sucking in the tip, and your mind fills with the overwhelming sense of adoration – you still can’t believe that you’re the one given the honor of pleasing theodore tonight.

you fail to register the words he’s saying, which makes your cheeks heat up with shame – just because you’ve been chosen doesn’t excuse you from taking in the preachings. yet you can’t help yourself – his cock fits too good in your mouth, like it was made to slide right in and out. as you take him deeper, the tip hot and pulsating against the roof of your mouth, a wave of tingles washes over your belly. your hand itches to drop down between your legs, but you’re fully aware it’s not allowed. if you’re good and lucky enough, teacher theodore will give you release after the sermon is over. until then, he’s the center of your world.

as the minutes pass, your jaw starts to hurt a little from being stretched to its absolute limit around theodore’s thickness. your head slowly bobs up and down, the slick sounds of your saliva coating his cock quiet enough not to disturb the sermon, yet you’re sure the entire temple can hear them. this knowledge makes you proud of yourself yet again – they know, they should know that you’re the one making theodore feel good at this moment. you know you shouldn’t feel possessive of your teacher, yet you allow yourself the weakness, even if only deep inside your soul.

when theodore’s hand lands on the top of your head, you know it’s a sign. the sermon is close to an end, which means you have to speed up. a bit too excited, you take him in fully, making the tip of his cock suddenly hit the back of your throat. you gag, immediately knowing that you shouldn’t have – your eyes flicker up, meeting theodore’s ocean blue ones, and his eyebrow is raised. you’re unsure if it’s a sign of disapproval or amusement, for his expression is usually hard to read. you can’t apologize – you’re filled with him to the brim, but when his attention shifts back to the crowd behind you, you take it as a sign to continue.

you taste the saltiness of precum soon enough, and you can only hope that the timing is right. theodore’s hand tightens a bit in your hair, signifying the fact that he’s close – and he doesn’t stop you, meaning you’re doing a good job. your pace picks up, saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth as his length disappears into the tightness of your mouth over and over again. you gag again, yet at this point it doesn’t really matter – theodore’s cock starts throbbing, and the warmth of his seed coats the walls of your throat. his voice never falters above you, but you can feel the way his fingers dig into your scalp, and it’s the most pleasant sting you have ever felt on your body.

as you lick him through the orgasm, throughly cleaning him up, theodore closes the sermon, dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand. you don’t dare to pull away until he tugs at your hair, his other hand softly caressing your chin, lifting up your face. you look up, your eyes filled with endless devotion. theodore takes in the sight of your swollen lips, your jaw which hangs slack due to being open for so long, your glassy eyes that are nearly tearing up, and his gaze softens.

"you did well, darling. very well," he murmurs, and your heart grows a few sizes too big for your chest. you did well. his praise is all you could ask for yet could never dream of.

"meet me in my room in ten minutes. you deserve a reward, my dear."

if you weren’t on your knees already, they would surely buckle. you nod, accepting his invitation for what it is; you know the others will notice you heading to his house on the grounds later, and it fills you with a sense of accomplishment. it’s rare to earn yourself an honor of getting a reward from the teacher, and it certainly feels like a win. maybe, just maybe you could become a new favourite, after all.

[littlelamy]

sports car

warnings: smut, mdni

lamy's notes: heavily inspired by sports car by tate mcrae! i know i said i'll post tomorrow but i just HAD to write something based on this song.

rafe cameron doesn’t ask, doesn’t even fucking hesitate when it comes to claiming what’s his. it’s in the way his gaze burns through you, stripping you bare under the flicker of shitty alleyway lights, his lips curling into that cocky smirk like he already knows how wet you are just from the way he looks at you.

in the alley? fuck, he lives for the filth. the sharp scent of damp concrete, the muffled bass from the club pounding in time with your heartbeat. he’d slam you against the wall without a care for the grime, his fingers already pulling your panties aside. “you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? letting me take you out here where anyone could see?” his voice is a low growl against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his fingers pump into you, wet and obscene. he’s rough, unrelenting, whispering filth in your ear as he makes you fall apart in the shadows.

in the back of his car? that’s practically his second home for this kind of shit. the windows fogged up, your moans echoing in the tight space as his hands roam every inch of you. his lips crash into yours, messy and desperate, his teeth catching your bottom lip just to hear you gasp. “you like being my little slut, huh? letting me fuck you like this, so fucking loud?” he’d shove the seat back, spreading your legs wide as his head dips between your thighs, his tongue working you over with a filthy precision that has you clawing at his shoulders. and when you cum, trembling and gasping his name, he’s grinning like the devil himself, proud and possessive. “you’re not done yet, baby. i’m not fucking done with you.”

then there’s the center of the room—the sheer audacity of him. some swanky event, his family’s fancy dinner, whatever. it doesn’t matter. he’d grab your wrist, dragging you away with a wicked gleam in his eye. “you think you can sit there, looking like that, and i’m just gonna behave?” he’d lay you down right there, the thrill of possibly being caught only making him harder. his hands are everywhere, tugging at your clothes, his mouth hot against your skin as he fucks you like he’s staking a claim. “let them hear,” he’d snarl, his hips slamming into yours. “let them fucking know who you belong to.”

with the windows rolled down? oh, he’s all over that. speeding down some dark, empty road, one hand gripping the wheel while the other slides up your thigh, fingers teasing under your skirt. “you’re such a needy little thing, can’t even wait till we stop.” and when you’re practically begging, he’d pull over, dragging you onto his lap in the driver’s seat. the car rocks with every thrust, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as you ride him, the cool night air rushing in through the open windows. “you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his lips bruising yours as he fucks up into you. “every inch of you is mine.”

on the corner of your bed, his hand wrapped around your throat, his voice a dark growl that sends shivers down your spine. “you’re mine. say it. fucking say it.” his other hand is between your legs, fingers working you open as he watches your face twist in pleasure.

on the beach, under the moonlight, he’d take you in the sand, the waves crashing around you as his body pins yours down. the salt air mingles with the sound of your cries, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he takes you hard and deep.

and when he’s feeling particularly unhinged? he’d sit back, watching with dark, hungry eyes as you touch yourself for him, his cock throbbing as he strokes himself in time with your movements. “you like putting on a show for me, baby? yeah, keep going. let me see how fucking bad you need it.”

he’s chaos, lust, and danger all wrapped up in one—and he’ll ruin you over and over until you’re begging for more.

taglist: @namelesslosers @maybanksangel @averyoceanblvd @iknowdatsrightbih @rafesheaven @anamiad00msday @ivysprophecy @wearemadeofstardust0 @rafesangelita @sstargirln @rafedaddy01 @soldesole @bakugouswaif @skywalker0809 @vanessa-rafesgirl @evermorx89 @outerhills @ditzyzombiesblog @slavicangelmuah @alivinggirl @rafesgreasycurtainbangs

[n0vazsq]

Sweetest Pie | LN4 x Reader

pairing . . . lando norris x singer!reader

summary . . . Mclaren invites you to come watch the Miami Grand Prix with them after the release of your song. However, some fans notice you being there is more than just a guest appearance

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . dua lipa my beloved

alexavia yaps . . . on the smau grind gng woohoo!! did you spot the refrences i made?? i love love love love dua so ofc i had to do a smau with her!!! its kinda shitty and rushed but i wont be uploading ANYTHING until wed so thats why i kinda rushed it

yourusername

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yourusername i'll drive and you just lay back - sweetest pie out in all music streaming apps right now! Tagged: theestallion

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username1 IM SO HYPEDDDDDDDDD

username2 i just know this is going to HIT

username3 from the teaser it sounds good

username4 IM SO GLAD I GOT THE DELUXE VER

username5 gorgeous

username6 mothered so hard a f1 driver appeared in her likes

username7 my GOD shes stunning

username8 LANDO???

username9 i cant wait to listen to this 24/7 holy shit

theestallion loved working with you so much!

yourusername thank you!! i loved working with you too!

username10 how does it feel to be a goddess y/n

username11 the music video.

username12 had me on my KNEES

username13 screaming crying throwing up

username14 im giggling at the lyrics

username15 i need more ASAP

username16 this song live will hit so hard

username17 I KNOWWWWW

username18 man im itching to get this on

username19 im never shutting about this for like another 6 weeks

username20 watch her disappear for like 2 more years just to drop another banger

username21 stop why is lando in the likes

username22 he has a crushhhh

username23 MEOW

username24 y/n im single btw hmu

username25 as if

username26 she doesnt interact with us commoners

username27 i need to know who shes singing about

username28 oh to be in a relationship with her

madisonbeer already have this playing on repeat

yourusername i love you

madisonbeer love you more

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

username30 DIED. DECEASED. GONE. ROTTING.

mclaren

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mclaren surprise guest for the miami gp! welcome the famous singer y/n! Tagged: yourusername

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yourusername would've loved to be in orange but it isn't my colour </3

lando don't worry you look beautiful in everything

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mclaren don't worry y/n! you still looked beautiful!

username31 LANDO!?!??!?!

username32 SIR.

username33 okay so im not schizo and lando did comment hitting on y/n

username34 living the dream

username35 they better blast her song or im suing

username36 sigh i wish i was her

username37 another celebrity who doesn't know anything about f1

username38 they should just give these tickets to people who actually want them

username39 wasnt y/n a f1 fan since she was a kid???

username40 she was idk what these idiots are yapping about

username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

username42 woah

username43 can she like marry me idk

username44 can't wait for the race tomorrow ahhhhhhhh

username45 imagine if lando wins

username46 she's his good luck charm then

username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her

username48 STUNNING.

username49 ate up everyone frrrr

username50 LANDO BAG HER UPPPP

username51 he better before we do

username52 frr omg

username53 the next it wag

username54 when i sleep i see her in my dreams

username55 y/n has 4 albums and 4 singles, lando's number is 4. hes winning the miami gp

username56 y/n dont forget us when you become the no.1 artist

username57 shes my kind of woman

username58 id let her hit me with lando's car

username59 i'd let lando hit me with y/n's car

username60 queen

(click on pics to view the full tweet !)

lando

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lando my good luck charm

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yourusername has posted two stories !

caption 1: HE DID IT!!!!! // caption 2: celebrating the golden boy

yourusername

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yourusername he called me his good luck charm and i wrote a song about him Tagged: lando

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username71 WHAT?!?!??!?!?!

username72 IT COUPLE

username73 ew

username74 like why him???

username75 ATEEEEE

username76 WTF IM IN LOVEEEE

username77 PARACOSICL REKARIJSHP

username78 MOMMY AND DADDY

username79 wtf

username80 i-

username81 MY SHAYLA

username82 my jaw dropped to the floor

username83 the twitter detectives KNEW

username84 frrrrrr

username85 if they ever decide to buy a pet im like right here

madisonbeer congrats to you two!

yourusername thank you!!

username86 who tf is this i came from landos insta

username87 idk but shes ugly

username88 i dont like her

username89 i dont know if i want y/n or lando to be with me

username90 screaming crying throwing up

username91 giggling blushing and kicking my feet

username92 i need a fanfic on this ASAP

username93 sTOP THEYRE SO CUTEEe

username94 y/n holding his trophy im on the FLOOR

username95 my parents

username96 no bc i feel like im intruding

username97 SHES GORGEOUS

username98 shes everything and hes just ken

username99 this fits PERFECTLY bc she acted in the barbie movie

username100 lando could do so much better ew

username101 my QUEEN

username102 ok so like when is the wedding

username103 i just know that carlos is squealing and giggling bc hes y/ns biggest fan fr

username104 madre e padre

username105 PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

username106 so like wheres lando's comment???

username107 hes saving a finale grand stopping act

username108 ROMEO AND JULIET

username109 i would be sobbing in TEARS if i heard y/n's voice in the radio

username110 NOW I NEED THAT TO HAPPEN STFU

lando i love you so much my beautiful girl

yourusername i love you more my stunning boy

lando thats impossible because i love you more than life

carlossainz55 he nearly cried when he saw you enter the mclaren hospitality

lando SHUT UP YOU MUPPET

yourusername you did??

lando you looked so gorgeous i couldn't help it

lando fuck you carlos

yourusername LANDO STOP ILYSMMM

lando I LOVE YOU MORE MY BELOVED GORGEOUS QUEEN

rebeccad_ why cant carlos be like this?

carlossainz55 ??

yourusername dont worry rebecca, ill save you

rebeccad_ my princess in shining armour

lando shes MY princess

yourusername love you lan

lando love you more

username111 straight out of a fucking romance novel

username112 if my bf isnt like him i do NOT want his ass

username113 if i was y/n you'd need an army to get me off lando

username114 if i was lando you'd need an army to get me off Y/N

username115 legit the most gorgeous couple

username116 BEST WAGGGGG

username117 oh i am itching for y/n grand prix apperances

username118 im calling it everytime she attens lando wins

username119 LANDO ONEWIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username120 the queen and her knight

lando

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username130 sTOP

username131 im deceased

username132 HE USED HER LYRICS ABOUT HIM TO TALK ABoUT heR oH LANDO NORRIS THE MAN YOU ARE!??!??!?!!?

username133 how did he bag her wtf

username134 Y/N MY QUEEN

username135 the most gorgeous gyal

username136 if i was lando id die idk how id handle being blinded by her beauty everyday

username137 PLSSSS he really said 'fuck you' to the haters and posted them making out

username138 like did i get a subscription or....?

username139 ICONIC.

username140 its been 7 weeks & 3 days since i manifested them getting together

username141 if they break up i dont believe in love

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 ik their kids' genetics will be INSANE

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 if she doesnt make a grand prix apperance im throwing hands

username148 counting down the days tilll we get them together in the paddock

username149 MY PRINCESS

username150 if i had to be an f1 driver to get with y/n i would started karting when i was 2

username151 the aura from them is insane

username152 welcome to my world

username153 get you a man who deletes hate comments for you

username154 where can i buy a lando

username155 or a y/n

username156 MODERN. DAY. ROMEO. AND. JULIET.

username157 they need to get married ASAP

yourusername i love you so so so so much

lando forever and always

yourusername until the end

lando my favourite singer

yourusername my favourite driver

lando who wrote my favourite ever song

yourusername who won my favourite ever race

lando who wrote it for me

yourusername who dedicated it to me

lando i love you more than anything in this entire universe my princess

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty boy

lando forever

yourusername and always

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more romantic and its in a fucking instagram comment section

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 you know the love is real when you dedicate your biggest achievements to each other

yourusername do you love sweetest pie?

lando i think i love it more than my win

yourusername maybe thats a bit excessive?

lando nothing is ever excessive with you

yourusername i love you

lando i love you too

username165 no i refuse bye i cant

username166 HES A SIMP BUT I FUCKING LOVE IT

username167 the a in lando starts for a lovesick fool for y/n

username168 THE WAY HE STARES AT HER>>>>>

username169 get you a man like lando

username170 hes setting the bar so high its on another altitude

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @justaf1girl ,, @awritingtree ,, @freyathehuntress ,, @chilling-seavey (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

[livin4woso]

Casual-(alexia putellas x reader)

Summary- You can only keep it casual for so long right well. alexia doesn't want to any further than you just being a fling occasionally. However, you want more from her. You want commitment.

It's not as if alexia didn't like you or that she didn't find you attractive it was just that you were a low time commitment when she occasionally fancied when her schedule gave her a few hours free.

While that was good for the first month a summer fling as she proposed the idea to you however after 3 months, you can't help but catch feelings for the women who is in and out of your bed atleast once a week as a 'stress reliever'. The sneaking around your teamates to hide this suitationship was thrilling at first, like an adrenaline rush now it was plain boring and felt like a guilty secret.

You wanted the blonde to yourself as while it felt exclusive to you, there was no agreement for alexia to stay put to you she could do what she wanted when she wanted. You know you're not the only person she has slept with as she came into training with a neck full of hickeys and you dont leave marks because it has to be a secret right and even the slightest trace would ruin what was going on between yous.

However while you can accept it a few times you had reached your limit as you can't help but feel jealous when you know she has other women in her bed yet you sit and wait for her like a kicked puppy waiting for her attention.

You texted her to come round yours, but you didn't tell her what for as you needed to express your feelings towards her before you drag yourself deep falling for the blonde woman more than you already had.

Alexia hadn't expected much other than the usual routine of hook up wake up entangled in eachother then leave on the morning without a trace and she wasn't going to complain as you were some of the best sex she had in the past few years. She got changed into some sweats as she was used to the routine and didn't need to get dressed up nice as its not as if they would be on her for very long.

You heard the knock of the door usually filled you with excitement was now one of dread as this could either go two ways. You opened the door and greeted alexia, and as you almost slipped into your familiar routine of her lips pressed against your neck, you stopped her.

"Ale, can we talk, please?" you said, trying to push her towards the sofa. "Mhm," she said, understanding the hint and sat on the corner of your L shaped sofa. "Look, i just needed to confess something. i like you, and i can't keep doing this. Just as a random fling, i want commitment ,i want you, " you said, pacing the living room trying to read her stoic facial expressions. "Im sorry y/n, but i dont feel the same. i told you this was casual, and that's it. You knew that from the start," she replied, almost heartless "yeah right casual" you replied, pushing the loose strands of hair behind your head as almost a stress reliever.

This was a rash decision but it needed to end "then im sorry but we're finished no more of this of us whatever you even call this because i can't do casual anymore" you replied almost shocked at your own words. Alexia was almost stunned at you but she didn't let it slip not for one second "okay and i respect that I'll leave and I'll see you at training" she replied getting up to leave your apartment.

However, you couldn't see her at training knowing the countless times you'd been wrapped in her arms wanting to be hers. So you texted your agent and Accepted the deal to transfer to Chelsea this was the final straw if alexia didn't want to commit to you the only way to get rid of her is to remove her from your life completely.

Once the move was completed during the January window, you were having one of the best seasons you have had in a while with many goal contributions to the team. Meanwhile alexia was having a harder time to adjust without you and she had many of time thought about texting you saying she had lied that night and that she also felt the same but she was just scared to commit herself to a relationship again.

She couldn't do that not to you after she knew she had ruined you so much to leave for a different country but also to herself as her cowardness and anxiety had led to her mistake. Many teammates had asked her why you had transferred so abruptly, but she would never admit she was the reason for it all because she wanted to keep things casual between yous.

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ ⌇ Two shots deep and I'm getting lucky - Park Sunghoon

꒰ 𝔖���𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆falling in love with a slytherin was not on your bucket list ⨾

۶ৎ slytherin!park sunghoon x fem ravenclaw!reader ┆fluff, angst┆kisses, petnames, cursing, crying┆wc 2.5k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was requested by my 🫧 anon so i hope you enjoy!! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated ^o^

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

you liked to think of yourself as a smart and wise student. precisely why you were placed in the house of ravenclaw a few years ago.

you never imagined yourself getting involved with the school’s playboy, park sunghoon.

you see, sunghoon was so different from you. he was egotistical, rich, and quite snobby. but also very, very attractive.

he was a slytherin and that tells you all you need to know about him.

so how did you end up falling for him?

“y/n!!” a voice called out for you, stopping you in your tracks.

turning around, you find none other than your beloved best friend, kim sunoo.

sunoo was a sweet hufflepuff that you met on your first day here at hogwarts.

all your life, you’ve been told that you were very cold looking and hard to approach. but sunoo ignored all of that and went straight into becoming your friend.

“hi sun,” you smile, waiting for him to catch up.

“the new gossip for today is that someone saw park sunghoon making out with one of the girls in an empty broom closet,” he spills, waving around his hands as he spoke.

sunoo was very much interested with the school’s gossip whereas you couldn’t give a care for any of it.

“sun..when are you ever going to stop being so invested with other people’s lives!” you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at your best friend.

“never!!!” he jokes before taking you by the hand and running to the hufflepuff common room.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

it was currently posions class and you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at the back of your head like you had a target planted there.

turning your head, you slowly caught the gaze of..park sunghoon?….

why the hell was he looking at you?

immediately, you whip back to the front, rubbing your eyes before turning your attention back to professor snape.

“today class, we will be learning how to make the potions amortentia, also know as, the love potion,” snape says in his monotone voice.

this causes a few giggles to irrupt from behind you, making you roll your eyes.

once class was over, you make your way back to your dorms. unfortunately, there is something blocking your path. and by something, i mean someone.

“hey, woah woah woah! where are you in a rush to princess?” park sunghoon. again, what the hell does he want with you?

“don’t call me that,” you snarl, assuming this is exactly how the park sunghoon gets his reputation.

“listen, i just wanted to chat! that’s all, i swear,” he confesses, raising his hands in the air.

you’ve never been this close to him and oh god is he gorgeous. his bushy eyebrows and his moles perfectly placed around his face.

“fine, let’s at least go outside then,” you sigh, disappointed in yourself for already falling for sunghoon’s charm.

“so, why did you wanna talk to me specifically?” you ask, curious as to why the park sunghoon would even know of your existence.

“i dunno,” he says as if he’s bored before leaning forward, almost too close to you. “maybe i just want to get to know a pretty girl better.” he smirks, staring you down with those gorgeous eyes.

you don’t last very long before you’re a blushing mess and forcing yourself to look away.

“well from what i’ve heard, is that you’re not very good at sticking around. and i’m not looking for someone like that,” you say, praying that he wouldn’t notice you’re very much flustered state.

“and if i said i would be willing to stay for you?” oh god. your heart just exploded.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

“aughhhh!!! i don’t know sun…he clearly stated that he’s into me but i’m just scared of being another one of his toys…” you sigh, flopping down onto the couch.

in all honesty, you wouldn't mind going out with park sunghoon. you were just scared to get tricked and end up with a broken heart.

"maybe tell him that you would like to get to know him better before starting anything serious? i mean, that's kinda the truth anyway, right?" sunoo suggests, sitting down on the couch next to you.

"yeah...maybe i'll do that..it's smarter and safer. thanks sun," you smile, knowing you could always count on sunoo.

the next day, you were thinking about all the possible scenarios that could happen with sunghoon. turns out, there are actually many negative scenarios that you could think of which made your stomach turn, not in a good way.

"hey princess! got an answer for me yet?" turning around to face reality, you mentally grow some balls, deciding to not be a chicken and just tell him now.

but god, why did he have to be so handsome!?

"o-oh...hi sunghoon.." you nervously stutter, making a mental note to beat yourself up for this later. "i actually thought about this yesterday and i think it'd be nice to get to know you...i would appreciate taking our time though and not really rush into things, y'know?" congrats! you did it!...

"wait really? you'd actually go out with me?" sunghoon perks his head up, totally losing his "cool guy" persona and quickly replacing it with a loser-like one.

"did you think i would reject you?" you fake gasp, clutching at your heart teasingly.

"no! well- sort of? i guess..i'm just used to getting an answer right away..and it's always a yes...and you were taking a lot of time so i just assumed it was a no.." cute. who knew the park sunghoon was such a loser in reality?

"well i've said yes, so when's the first date?" you tease, tilting your head to the side.

"meet me at the 3 broomsticks at 2. don't be late~" he winks, his normal attitude coming back.

sunghoon turns on his heel, walking away and leaving you with a warm and glowy feeling in your cheeks.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

its been exactly 2 weeks since your first "date" with sunghoon and you've gotta say, they've been filled with fun and excitement.

turns out, sunghoon's quite a gentleman for you, making you fall for him even more.

he makes you laugh at silly things, he makes you smile so much til' your cheeks hurt, and he makes you feel understood.

of course sunoo understood you, but you meant by a romantic interest.

all of your previous relationships ended poorly because you never felt understood by your partner, resulting in bad communication.

but sunghoon, he always knew what you were feeling or what you were trying to say. he just...got you.

sunoo was over the moon when you told him things were working out with sunghoon. he's always been like your protective older brother.

he's been there for you every time another one of your shitty partners left you, always there to wipe your tears and tell you that they weren't worthy of your love.

so naturally, he was thrilled to hear that something was working out for you.

"sunoo!!! sunoo!!!!!" you exclaim, running up to him and bouncing like crazy.

"what!? jesus, calm down, you're gonna break something," he says, holding you in place.

"sunghoon asked me to the winter ball!!!" you screech, jumping again and clapping your hands out of excitement.

sunoo just blinks a couple time, fully processing your words before his eyes widen, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

"no way!!! really?!!?!" he gasps through his hand. you nod aggressively, giving him his answer. "then we have to find you a dress!"

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

"hoon!!" you shout, catching the attention of the raven haired boy. he looks up at you with a cold expression before it melts away at the sight of you.

"hi princess," he greets softly, pushing out the chair next to him so you can sit.

this was how you current situationship was with sunghoon. you were still hesitant of a relationship but you were slowly warming up to the idea every time you were with sunghoon.

you learned that he was actually a big softie once you get to know him and if he lets himself open up.

there were moments where you caught him staring at you, a gaze of admiration in his eyes, making you blush and look away.

he had an effect on you that none of your past partners did, making you more and more convinced that he was the one for you.

as you and sunghoon silently joked in the small corner of the library, 3 figures silently observed from a far.

"that bitch thinks she can steal sunghoon away from me!" jia, one of sunghoon's many crazy admirers, huffs.

"i'll just have to steal him back then," she smirks, a plan forming in her head. then, she signals for her friends to follow as they walk out of the library.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

with only 3 days left until the winter ball, there's much excitement within the castle. many people are running around, trying to find a date or even just an outfit.

the owls have been dropping off suits and dresses of all kinds all day long for the students.

luckily, you and sunoo had already gone shopping together, picking out perfect outfits for the ball.

as you walked the hall, a slight hop to your step, you reach the slytherin corridor, wondering if sunghoon was in there just so you could pop in and say hi.

you hear a high pitched giggle from inside the corridor and thinking nothing of it, you open the door. immediately you regret that decision because this was not something you wanted to see.

sunghoon was kissing some girl passionately and mind you, he's never kissed you before even once!

when the girl notices your presence, you swear you see her smirk before tapping sunghoon's shoulder to say that someone's here.

he turns around but he looks different..there's something about his eyes that you can't place but you know for a fact that their not his.

especially with the way he just shrugs you off, going back to being smitten with the girl you now recognize as jia.

heartbroken, you dash out of the room, tears blurring your vision as you run to find sunoo.

"i knew i never should have trusted him sun!" you sob into his shoulder. all sunoo could do was hold you in his lap, patting your back and letting you know that nothing was your fault.

you didn't understand it all. if this was all a game, why did sunghoon stick around for so long?

just then, sunoo gasps, shaking you to look at him.

"ynnie! it wasn't him! you told me that the look in his eyes looked like he was almost soulless, right?" you nod slowly, not yet catching on.

"well! jia used a potion of amortentia on sunghoon! that potion, although making you fall in love, if it's not a true love, the eyes show no sign of it! meaning, he's being forced to love her! he's under her spell!" sunoo exclaims, pushing his hair back in shock.

"oh sunoo!! you're a genius!!" you cry, throwing your arms around him and hugging him. "but now i feel so bad for ever doubting him..." you sigh.

"you had every right to at the moment, 'kay? it was a natural reaction and now, you just need to fix it by getting sunghoon back," sunoo reassures.

so, the two of you spent the rest of the day, brewing a potion to cure sunghoon. now all you had to do was figure out how to slip it to him.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

walking into the great hall, you stride over to the slytherin table and over to sunghoon. annoyingly, jia is right there, clinging onto his arms.

now that you know, you do see how soulless he looks, not his usual bright and colorful self.

"hey could you two come with me? i need to survey couples for the ball," you lie, just trying to get them away. jia reluctantly agrees, pulling sunghoon with her.

while you were distracting these two, sunoo was borrowing harry's invisibility cloak to drop in the antidote into sunghoon's drink.

once you were done, you sit back at your table, making eye contact with sunoo and sending messages through your stares.

you swiftly turn around to see sunghoon taking a sip of his drink and you smile softly to yourself, knowing he'll be back in no time.

you stand up, walking out of the great hall and to your dorm, wanting to collect your thoughts before talking to sunghoon again.

meanwhile, in the great hall, sunghoon feels like he just woke up from a dream, taking a second to process the whole situation. looking down at the weight on his arm, he sees a girl who is not his y/n.

immediately, he pulls it back, scooting away from the girl.

"sungie?" god her voice made him cringe.

"what the fuck is happening? where's y/n?" he growls, starting to lose patience with the girl.

the girl just scoffs.

"ugh, really? that bitch? she's not eve-" she's cut off by sunghoon's intense glare, like he was daring her to finish that sentence.

"don't ever talk to me or y/n ever again. got it?" he seethes, before getting up and walking away to find you.

"sunoo! where's y/n?" he asks the shorter boy, knowing that you and sunoo were best friends.

"she's probably in the library, but please let her talk, she really likes you and she's just scared to lose you," sunoo says, offering sunghoon a small smile.

thanking him, sunghoon runs off the the library to looks for you.

he finds you at the desk you and him always sat at, making his heart melt a little.

"y/n?" he calls out quietly, and louder and his voice might betray him.

your head turns around at the call of your name, your eyes widening at the source of it.

"hi sunghoon..." you smile softly, motioning for him to sit down next to you.

you fill him in on everything. jia making him fall in love with her, the kiss, and even how you felt. you felt vulnerable talking about this with someone who wasn't sunoo, but sunghoon kept quiet, listening to you attentively.

"princess i'm so sorry..i know that probably isn't enough for all you've been through, but i just want you to know that i like you so so much, and i could never dream of leaving you for anyone else, okay? i will wait forever just so you could be mine, baby," he smiles, placing his hand on yours.

"thank you," you whisper, not trusting your voice. "i really like you too sunghoon, and i want this."

"can...can i kiss you?" he asks softly, reading your expression. you smile and nod, giving him the go ahead.

and with that, he leans in slowly, capturing your lips in his.

his lips are soft against yours, moving slowly yet passionately.

you two pull away breathless, silently laughing to yourselves.

he leans his forehead against yours, kissing the tip of your nose.

"i'm so lucky to have you princess, you mean the world to me."

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[gracie-eilish]

comfy, cozy☁️💤✨🫧

an: surprise story! it’s a surprise because i’m writing this like right before i post it. so with that, it’s a bit rushed but idk i liked the sentiment and vibe so here it is.

surprise story because ive been miserable alllllll dayyyyyy fighting off the great mother nature in my uterus. 🥳🥳🥳. and i’m quite sure billie cuddling me would solve all my problems. anywhosies!! send me requests! i have off this weekend and maybe can get some short stories written while i finish up some longer ones!! love ya💋🩷

summary: you’re spontaneously sleeping over at billie’s for the first time while you’re on your period.

The room was dimly lit, the warm golden glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. Billie lay sprawled on the bed, her messy blonde hair fanning out against the pillows, a relaxed smile playing on her lips. She was effortlessly beautiful, and in moments like this, it almost felt unfair how much power she had over your heart.

Tonight, she looked especially at ease, lounging comfortably under the sheets with nothing but her panties and an oversized tee on—her favorite way to sleep. When she turned her head to look over at you, her blue eyes locked onto yours with a sly smile, you knew she was about to say something that would send your heart into overdrive.

“C’mere, baby,” she murmured, patting the empty space next to her. Her voice was soft and inviting, but there was a playful edge to it that made your stomach flip.

You hesitated, fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I, uh… I’m good, thanks,” you said, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt.

You’re flustered nature was at a high tonight also being on your period. Forget about the fact that you spontaneously decided to stay over at Billie’s place, you had cramps ravaging your tummy making you want cuddles desperately, but the thought of asking for them or trying to go in for them made you nervous all of a sudden.

Billie raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to deflect. “What’s that supposed to mean? Get over here, mama.” She grinned, her tone teasing but warm.

You shuffled over reluctantly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling your knees up to your chest. Billie sat up slightly, propping herself on one elbow as she watched you with a knowing look.

“You’re not wearing that to bed, are you?” she asked, her gaze flicking to your sweatshirt and leggings you had worn over.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” you countered, already feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Nothing lovey,” she said, shrugging. “It’s just… you’d be so much comfier without all the layers. Promise.” Her hand reached out to brush over your arm, her touch light and soothing.

Your eyes widened, and you immediately shook your head. “I—Billie, I can’t—I’m on my period. I need the layers in case I.. you know..”

Billie laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always made your heart melt. “In case you bleed through? Okay, then I get you some other clean clothes and I change the sheets. No big deal. ”

You gave her a doe-eyed look, though the blush creeping up your neck probably ruined the effect. “I don’t know…”

Billie was your first girlfriend, and you’d gotten the annoyance from accidental period mishaps from plenty of past parters who didn’t get their periods. None of them being as kind or as gentle as Billie naturally. Of course someone who gets their period would be more understanding, but it still made your heart flutter to hear it from your girl.

“Hey,” she said gently, sitting up fully now. Her hand cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over the warm skin. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart. I just… I love being close to you. It’s the best thing in the world. That’s all I want. Plus I think you’d be more comfy not in your leggings hun…. And if you want… I can reach your tummy better if you’re in a tshirt if you want me to rub it for a bit.”

Her sincerity made your heart ache in the best way, and you found yourself nodding before you could think too hard about it. “Okay,” you whispered.

Billie’s grin was immediate and impossibly soft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice barely audible as Billie got up and made her way to her dresser, bringing you some sleep shorts and an oversized tee. Your movements were shy and uncertain, but Billie didn’t rush you. She just watched you with that sweet, patient smile, her eyes never leaving yours as she helped lift your sweatshirt off of you and slip her tshirt on.

Once you’d slipped into her pjs and slid under the covers, you kept your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, feeling impossibly self-conscious. Billie, however, had no such hesitation. She immediately pulled you close, tucking you against her side and wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

“There you go,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “So much better, baby. Don’t you think?”

You nodded, your cheek pressed against her shoulder as her warmth enveloped you. “I guess,” you admitted softly, your face still burning.

Billie chuckled, her fingers reaching under the back of your shirt to trace lazy patterns on your back. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, you know that? My pretty girl.”

“Stop,” you mumbled, burying your face against her neck in an attempt to hide your blush.

“Mm-mm, no way,” she said, her lips brushing against your temple. “You’re too pretty to stop talking about, princess.”

Your stomach fluttered at the nickname, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

She tilted her head to press a kiss to your cheek. “You warm enough, sweet girl? You cozy?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, relaxing a little more into her embrace. “I’m warm.”

“Good,” she said, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. “C’mere, baby. Let me hold you right.”

She shifted slightly, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. Her body was warm and soft against yours, and you couldn’t help but sigh as the tension melted from your body. Billie’s fingers continued their slow, soothing movements on your back, her lips brushing your hairline as she murmured softly.

“You feel so good, angel. So perfect. Just wanna hold you all night,” she whispered, her voice like a warm blanket. “My sweet girl.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you finally let yourself relax completely. Billie shifted you onto your back so she could lay on her side, an arm wrapping around your waist and her other slipping under your shirt to rest on your tummy, softly rubbing circles to keep your cramps at bay.

Billie let out a soft, contented hum, “See? Isn’t this better?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded against her, your cheeks still warm but your heart impossibly full. “Yeah… it is.”

“Thought so,” she said, a smile in her voice. “Now just close those pretty eyes and let me love on you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy as her warmth and gentle touch lulled you into the most peaceful sleep you’d ever had.

☁️💤✨🫧

[revelboo]

I actually got one of the random love letters from conjunx too. It came in yesterday and I got Brainstorm, checked your account a little after and there was a Brainstorm fic. Timing was impeccable.

Their letters are too cute!

Fight For You Pt 2

D 16 x Reader

• Cradling you in his servos, he’s absolutely fascinated with how tiny you are. He’s never actually seen a mini-con before, but he’s heard stories. That sometimes they transform or combine into weapons, while others can boost a bot’s strength. They’re rare, though. And jealously protected by the wealthy. Servos toying with the tether that’s attached to your back, he vents. Had you escaped from your owner? Knows he’ll get in trouble if he’s caught with you and that the smart thing to do would be to hand you over to Darkwing. Maybe he’d go up a rank for finding you. Except, that tether bothers him. Turning you in would mean condemning you to being leashed again. It’s none of his business, but he still can’t do it.

• Ow. Aching down to your very bones, you lift your head, disoriented for a moment before you realize you’re wearing your helmet. And it all comes rushing back in a breathless rush of terror. The gate malfunctioning and getting pulled through. Shoving upright, you hear a deep grumbling and your head turns. Can’t scream, can’t even move as you stare up at that massive monster looking down at you. Hyperventilating as it reaches and crooks a massive servo inches from your face. When you don’t move, it flexes the servo and grumbles some more. Trying to help you up? Not hurt you?

• “You’re okay,” he says, warming when you cautiously lay a tiny hand on his servo and allow him to pull you to your peds. He’s spent most of his recharge cycle searching the archive for known mini-cons and coming up empty. Can’t find you in the records at all. “Do you have a name? I’m D-16.” And you just stare up at him, before chirping tinnily and touching his servo again. Rubbing his other hand against his helm, he vents because he has no clue what you’re saying. Can’t understand the obscure mini-con dialect. Which means he’s no closer to figuring out the mystery of you. Idling playing with the old datapad, he pulls up a favorite vid. It’s grainy and faded, but it’s one of the few surviving records of Megatronus Prime. He’s watched it so many times he about has it memorized. Seeing you looking up at the screen, he tips it so you can see better. “You like Megatronus? He was the best of us. The strongest of the Primes.”

• Deciding the giant isn’t going to hurt you or he’d have done it already, you turn your attention to the video he’s watching. And your heart stops when you see the little, blurry shape almost hidden by the arm of the bigger, purple alien giant. “Hey! That’s part of my team!” Pointing with one hand you slap the other against his servo. “There! Right there!” And he grumbles softly, making your breath hitch with the realization that you just smacked him. Except he doesn’t seem angry, so you point.

• What’s gotten into you all of a sudden. Squeaking and chirping excitedly as you point at- at- that’s you isn’t it? How has he watched this vid so many times and never noticed the mini-con right there peeking around Megatronus’s arm? “You were his mini-con? Megatronus’s?” Watches you reach to pat a tiny hand on the screen as his mouth just falls open. Because you’re not just a lost mini-con that’s been kept on a leash. Your Megatronus Prime’s. “I’ve never heard of him even having a mini-con.” But there you are. You’re too distinct looking for there to be two like you and he’s almost giddy with that realization. You’d known him. Fought beside him. And he has so many questions.

Previous

[crimsonnsstuff]

Dark thanos x babysitter reader she came to babysit thanos ' little sister. 'Cause his parents believe he's not responsible enough to take care of his little sister. Reader tried to befriend thanos but after finding out he's an active drug addict after overhearing his parents convo. So she started to stay away from him. Doing everything possible to Stay out of his sight. When parents are overseas and reader has to work overnight. That's when the took his chance with her. She tells him off she has a bf but thanos doesn't care. Non Con pls <333

It’s not exactly as you requested, but I’m lazy! <3

You recently got a new babysitting job. You were babysitting Thanos’s little sister. Thanos was a grade above him, but you have never talked to him. You’ve heard other people talk about him, and how he’s a junkie, but you didn’t think that was true. Sure, he was a bit eccentric.

You knock on the door. To your surprise, Thanos opens the door. You haven’t really seen him before. He had a controller in his hands and a set of headphones on. He lifts one of the muffs up. “What?” “Oh, hi. I’m here for my babysitting job” you mutter. He opens the door, letting you in.

He plops down on the couch. “My parents will be out in a sec.” He groans before going back to his game. You nod and stand there awkwardly. Suddenly, his parents come out, suitcase in hands. “Oh, hi dear!” His mom exclaims. “Hi,” you say softly.

“Sorry, we are in a rush. Make sure yun-hee is in bed before 9. No food or drinks before 7” she says. You nod, “okay, sounds good!” You say smiling. They both rush out the door. You turn to Thanos.

“Where’s Yun-hee?” You ask. He lifts one muff off his ear. “Who knows, probably sleeping. All that little shit does is sleep.” He groans, putting the muffin back over his ear and going back to playing his video games. You sigh, sitting down on the couch next to him and scrolling on your phone.

The rest of the day you played with Yun-hee, having pretend tea parties, letting her braid your hair. You woke up in the middle of the night. You look over at the clock on the nightstand. It was 2am. You stand up. You were only wearing a pair of underwear and a T-shirt. You throw on a pair of shorts.

You quietly tip-toe out of the guest room. You walk into the kitchen, flicking the light on. There was Thanos, in nothing but grey sweatpants. You gulp. “What are you doing up?” He asks. “I’m thirsty. “Where are the cups?” “Top left cabinet.”

You open the cabinet, pulling out a glass. You put it under the tap, filling it up with water. You turn back to look at Thanos and see him putting something in his mouth. “What’s that?” You ask. He holds up a ziploc baggy with several different colored pills, shaking it. “That shits not good for you.” “Why do you care? You’re not my damn mom.”

You sigh and turn back, sipping out of your glass. You feel two cold hands on your waist. You flinch and turn around. “What the hell are you doing!?” You ask, bringing your hand up to slap him, but he catches it before you do. “Playin around.” He says.

He grabs your other hand, pinning them both in front of you with one hand. He brings his other hand up and squeezes your breast through your shirt. “Thanos..!” You whisper-yell. “I-I have a boyfriend!” He looks around the room. “I don’t see him anywhere.” He says, smirking.

Your heart drops. Was this really about to happen? Your eyes tear up. He grins and picks you up, setting you on the counter. “For me?” He says, looking down at your thin shorts. You sniffle. “Don’t cry yet.” He growls.

He pulls your shorts down, along with your panties. “You’re already wet. You like this.” He says, quirking a brow. “N-no, I don’t!” “Yes you do.” He says, plunging 2 fingers into your core, making you double over in pain and pleasure.

He starts to thrust that roughly. His fingers dig into your insides, making you whimper. You grip onto his arm, sobbing softly. He smirks and pulls his fingers out, reaching up and wiping them in your face.

He pulls you off the counter, spinning you around and bending you over it. He yanks his sweatpants down. He pumps his cock a few times. He taps it on your clit and you sniffle. He grunts as he slides into you, your pussy squeezing him so tight. You yelp and he slaps your ass. “Shut up, slut. You want this.” He growls.

You start to think about your boyfriend. What would he do if he saw you like this, bent over a counter while getting railed by this purple haired fuck. Thanos wasn’t even moving, but your legs were shaking from how deep he was. You grunt softly as you feel him tearing your pussy up.

He thrusts in and out roughly and you whimper. He grabs your hair and slams your face down into the counter. Your tears fall onto the marble counter, sobs falling past your lips. He grunts, throwing his head back. “You sound so pretty when you’re crying.” He growls, getting off on your sadness.

He grips your hips, pulling you back onto him in time with his thrusts, completely using you for his pleasure. You squirt on his cock and he snorts from how quick you came, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. “For someone who has a boyfriend, you sure love this.” He says.

You shake your head, unable to get words out. He pushes a hand down on your back, forcing you to arch it more. He slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint. “Fuck, this view..”

You leans down, chest pressing against your back. He pulls your hair, giving himself access to your neck. He bites down on it, making you yelp. He pulls back and lick a tear that was falling down your cheek. He leans back, pulling your hands behind you back and thrusting into you harder.

“Gonna ruin you for your boyfriend..” he grunts out, thrusting deeper and faster, stretching you to the limits. “Shit, shit, shit!” He murmers, cumming deep into your pussy. He keeps thrusting, fuckign his cum deeper into you.

He pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants. He pulls your panties and shorts back up. “Let that drip out and I’m gonna fuck your ass until you can’t walk.” He says, walking out of the kitchen.

[imsofreakingtired]

touch starved sevika </3

content warning(s): none

"can you see me? i'm waiting for the right time i can't read you but if you want the pleasure's all mine can you see me using everything to hold back? i guess this could be worse, walking out the door with your bags"

~~~

The first time: Sevika was sitting in the corner of the Last Drop, fixing up her mechanical arm. Pretending she wasn’t watching you move around the crowded club, from one person to the next, collecting intel with a professional smile on your lips. You were looking good today, a light dancing in your eyes, a spring in your step. Whenever you laughed at something someone said, Sevika would feel an inexplicable rush of anger at whoever you were talking to. 

And then all of a sudden there you were in front of her, elbows on the table, huffing a sigh.

“These fucking boneheads,” you said. “I’m going insane. Not a single piece of reliable information.” 

Sevika only gave a grunt in return, twisting a screw in her arm with renewed vigor to cover up her surprise at the fact that you were speaking to her. Only thing was, the force caused the screwdriver to slip out of her hand and clatter onto the table. 

“Well don’t go ahead and break your other wrist,” you joked, picking up the tool and handing it to her. 

“Something you needed to talk to me about?” Sevika snapped. Her tone was rough, and anyone else in your position who didn’t know her would have been scared away. But you were undeterred. 

“Small talk is an essential life skill, Sevika,” you said airily. “At least, so I’ve heard. It is a doorway to getting what you really want from people.” 

“And what the hell is that?” 

You only laughed, and stood up. “I’ll tell you later. Clearly you’re busy now.” And as you passed by you rested a hand on her shoulder momentarily. 

Sevika would think of the warmth of your hand for the next few days. 

~~~

The second time: It was past midnight. Silco had sent you to accompany Sevika on a trip down the Lanes to oversee the Shimmer packaging. She walked swiftly, wordlessly. Silco was in a mood; Jinx had gotten into some scrape or another and he was determined to spend the night trying to reason with her. Because of that he had moved his entire agenda for the night to Sevika’s task list. The two of you were already behind schedule. 

But as you walked over a high line between buildings, taking a shortcut to the warehouse, you looked up at the sky and gasped. 

A wind had blown away the smoke from the chimneys, briefly clearing the sky. A multitude of stars glimmered above the tops of the buildings. 

“Sevika, look at this,” you said. 

She didn’t hear you; she hadn’t even noticed you stopped walking and was already near the end of the street. You ran after her and grabbed her wrist. She turned around sharply, startled, automatically looking around for a threat. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

You pulled her back a few steps. “Look,” you said. 

Sevika saw the stars, but her thoughts were on your fingers clasped tightly around her wrist, as if to keep her from breaking free and walking away. You looked up at her, smiling, expecting a reaction. “Isn’t it pretty? When was the last time you saw stars in the Undercity?” 

She felt your hand slip down, your fingers finding hers, but before you could lace them together she pulled away abruptly. “We gotta keep moving,” she said. “There’s no time for this.” 

She pretended to ignore the disappointment in your face. She also pretended that she didn’t give a shit about the stars, that she didn’t wish she had let you hold her hand. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t remember the last time someone touched her like that, as if they wanted her, as if her presence meant something to them. It didn’t matter that maybe she wished time had stopped for a few moments, so that the two of you could stand together and watch the rare clear sky. 

~~~

The third time: You found Sevika in the backstreet behind the Last Drop, leaning against the wall and trying to light a cigarette. She had been in a fight: her face was mottled with cuts and bruises and her lip was still bleeding. You went up and took the lighter, flicking it open and lighting her cigarette for her. 

She gave you a brief nod, mumbled “thanks” around her cigarette. 

“Who did this to you?” You asked. 

She just laughed dryly, blowing smoke. “The question you should ask,” she said, “is what did I do to them.”

“Witty. Who’s after us?” 

Sevika shook her head. “No one. Just some street punks.” 

“Hm. Wait here.” You went back inside the bar and returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Pulling a clean cloth out of your pocket, you took her chin in your fingers, turning her face toward you. She froze. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Hold still, dummy.” You wet the cloth with alcohol and started to clean the cuts. She winced as you pressed the cloth to her skin, but didn’t pull away. She could smell your scent, this close to you, and she blamed the dizziness on the punch she took from the street rat, even though she knew damn well it didn’t do shit to her.  

“There,” you said, “good as new.”

But you lingered, reluctant to let go of her. Tentatively you reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. And inwardly, Sevika cursed herself, because the gesture made her forget every single conceivable excuse to flee the scene. 

thank you @beatdariceee for the prompt <33

[silken-moonlight]

hey, hope you're doing fine. Could you write more about a fae subtly manipulating/brainwashing the reader (I'm afab) into being with them forever. Bonus points if he has a massive breeding/impregnation kink. Thanks!

Uh I really like this one, lets go:

Fae boyfriend manipulating you

TW: Manipulation, breeding/impregnation kink, Smut in the end

This man would be the death of you, you knew that. Of course, you, a mortal, could not have fallen in love with a mortal human man. No, you had to fall for one of the fae. Now, you slowly began to realize how true some of the folk stories about them were. And again: You could not have fallen for some nice fae man from the countryside with a little cottage or treehouse.

No, you had to fall for one of the higher fae.

He lay there on his lush bed, pillows and blankets in a beautiful mess. Just like him. His hair disheveled, his body naked, and the blanket almost strategically placed so that his V-line was visible to you.

"Love, return to your lover's arms," he told you as you searched for your clothes. Your gaze met his, eyes so dark green, like the pine trees in winter.

"You know I have to return home. I have a job and responsibilities," you reminded him once again. A noise escaped him that did not fit that beautiful man. "Is that all more worth it to you than me? You said you loved me more than anything else." Your hands stopped as you found your shirt. Slowly, you placed your shirt back on the chair and came over to him. Sitting down on the bed and taking his hand.

"You know you are worth everything to me." You hand trailed up his arm to cup his cheek. "I love you." You reminded him softly.

"Stay with me," he said quietly, sitting up and pulling you close. "I need you," he whispered into your ear. This was not the first time he had told you that. Every time you tried to leave, he made you stay.

You sighed and tried to stay stern: "I have already stayed far longer than I wanted." A kiss was placed on your cheek: "Please. I cannot live without you." You looked away: "You can."

That seemed to enrage him: "I cannot. I cannot be without you ever again. You showed me kindness, you showed me love. You showed me warmth. I am nothing without you." He reminded you, holding you in his arms with an inescapable grip. Those sweet words made you feel guilty and needed. So very needed. It was unfair.

"My dear..." You tried again. "No. I won't hear any of it!" He suddenly snapped and pushed you away. He stood up and walked over to the window. "You don't need to come back. If all you do is lie, then I do not want to be yours!" He exclaimed. More guilt built up in your chest, a suffocating feeling.

"It is not like that." You tried. "Oh, it is not? What is it then? You promised me eternity! You promised me your unending love, and at the first chance to return to your world, you leave me? That is not fair." He said, tears prickling in his beautiful eyes, which suddenly carried so much hurt. This rush of emotions confused you greatly.

"Listen..." You tried again. Torn between him and your life in the mortal realm, was this the moment you had to decide?

"What? Oh, I get it. You need to go back. You need to look after the people you actually love. Oh my god, was I blind? You just used me for your own gain," he said.

"Stop!" you exclaimed, wanting to stop him. But was he right? Did you use him? But for what?

"I love you." You reassured him and slowly approached him. Like a scared animal. "I love you so very much, okay? I'll stay. I stay forever okay? Just...do not doubt my love." You softly crooned. He turned around, his hair catching the light and you swore you saw a grin on his lips a moment ago. His arms enveloped you.

"Promise me." He demanded. "I promise." You answered without hesitation. "You only need me, only me." He said and placed a kiss on your lips.

His arms enveloped you and you found yourself on your back, he head on your chest and you felt him softly crying. "Don't do something like this ever again. My soul can not bare it." He sniffled and looked up at you with those big green eyes. You felt even more guilty and you nodded:"Never again." He smiled through his tears.

"You make me so happy with those words." He told you while he wiped his tears away. "Let me show you how much I love you." He murmured while he gently spread your legs.

"I show you why you have to stay." His voice was hoarse as he gazed down at your exposed pussy. His lips parted and he licked his lips. His breath quickend and you felt arousal pooling in you lower stomach. This man was so unbelievably arousing as he could be vile. His hands trailed up you thighs and along the insides to tease you the slightest bit.

You gaze found his:"Are you sure you want to?" You asked him since he cried just a moment ago. Immediatly he nodded and grabbed your hips:"I want that, I want you." He whispered as he leaned forward to kiss you neck. You moaned at the known feeling of his lips against your neck. "I give you another reason to stay." He whispered and his kisses wandered down behind your ear. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed. I won't leave you this bed until you are pregnant. Until you are properly bred by me. You can not escape me if you are with my child." His was so rough, it made you shiver. It was a threat, a promise - it turned you on so incredibly much, you must have been so wet down there. With the mouth he had he would ever need lube for you.

Another moan escaped you as he rubbed your clit and slid right into you. He whispered:"That's it. Open your legs more so I can breed you better." He groweld. You arched up, meeting him in the middle, wanted more of him. "Anything for you." You whined. He grinned:"Good. Thats my good little human."

His pace was punishing, but you would not have it any other way. "Tell me what you want." He groweld as his hips slammes into yours. "I want you to cum inside." You whined, putty in this faes hands. "Thats right, you will be fucked throughly and get pregnant." He told you, his hand pressing down on you lower stomach and you felt your legs twitch. "Fuck, I'm close." You told him. You were met with a grin:"I know, I feel how you clench. Cum for me." He growled. That was enough to make you cum undone. You held onto him while he brought this pleasure to both of you. You closed your eyes, lost in the feeling of his cock rubbing your inisides. How his thumb played with your clit.

Your moans were loud, while you came he did too. A grin on his lips afterwards as he stayed inside:"I need to make sure my seed surely takes." I whispered into your ear. Exhaustion took over and you only smiled down at him.

Maybe he was right, maybe that was all they needed. Maybe you should stay forever with him. You always wanted to be a mother. Not so soon yet....if it would make him happy....and would make him ravish you like that....

[st4ringlow]

suna rintarou x reader

bestfriends to lovers. just fluff. very rushed, sorry for everything you find unpleasant. idk what else do i put here

"what do you want for your birthday?"

suna hums in contemplation, munching on the cucumber salad you were eager to try from a tiktok influencer you've seen. now that he thinks of it, his birthday is just a few days away. "dunno, if i say it are you even able to afford it?" he said, a teasing smirk grows as he watches you roll your eyes. "i'd like to know still but just so i can have more reason to hate the rich," you said nonchalantly, popping another cucumber slice into your mouth. you hear suna hums again, a temporary silence keeping you both company as the man beside you puts his thinking cap to work.

"a cartier watch,"

"jesus you're fucking high-demand,"

"lol"

"dont 'lol' me in an oral conversation," your response earns a laugh from suna, who clearly enjoys having you annoyed. you roll your eyes again, wiping the sauces on your hand. "whats up with you and your obsession with watches, geez," you ask, but it didnt really come off a question but rather a subtle insult of 'hey man youre just so weird '. suna knows that.

"oh, a man cant have a hobby now?" suna scoffs, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. "you spent thousands on each of them, rin," you said, voice bolding at the word 'thousands'. you watch him shrugs as he scrolls on his phone. "so?"

"you have 10 of them already!"

"yeah and i dont have a cartier watch yet,"

"youre crazy,"

"crazy? i was crazy once,"

"dude shut up,"

"okay,"

there was a silence filling up the room as you both stopped talking, only the sound of the tv playing in the background. "seriously though, what do you want for your birthday?" you broke the silence, tone coming out more serious this time. suna looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. "honestly? i havent really thought about it," he admits. "why? so eager to please the birthday boy, huh?" the corners of his lips lifts up, seeing you got worked up by his last remark.

"am not,"

suna chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "sure, sure," he teases, leaning back on the couch. "but seriously, i havent given it much thought. maybe... just spending time with you would be enough."

you feel your heart skip a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. "oh, come on, you can do better than that," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "there must be something you want."

suna's gaze softens as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "well, if you insist... how about a day where we just do all our favorite things together? no distractions, just us."

suna watches as your mouth falls open, unable to spit out a word. a blush creep up on your cheeks, and he cant help but find it endearing.

"are you trying to hit on me?"

"is it not obvious enough?"

[samzzarella]

Can you write a fanfic about Se-Mi where reader is cheating on her bf for Se-Mi— or maybe reader has unsupportive parents so she has to hire a fake bf just so she can have a relaxing with Se-Mi???

(no rush in writing, take your time!!)

I hope you like it!!

THINK THAT I’M GONNA STEAL YOU FROM HIM, I COULD BE SUCH A GENTLEMAN

~ pairing: se-mi/player 380 x reader

~ BIKER SE-MI!!, cute stuff, CW: cheating (kinda)

You mourned the loss of your Friday night that you had planned to spend with a hot cup of tea and a cheesy rom-com, and had instead been dragged to a party by your ‘boyfriend’. The blaring music was giving you a headache, and you just felt tired. What were you doing here? You didn’t even like this guy. But he fit the description of someone your parents would approve of, even if it was just from the outside. A ‘Mr. Nice guy’ so you wouldn’t have to deal with any more pestering. And so you had spent the evening tailing behind him, uncomfortable under his arm as he talked to all of his ‘corporate bros’. Pretty soon, you had had enough. “I’m going to the bathroom”, you huffed, tugging at your tight dress. He barely looked at you as he nodded. You could barely conceal your eye-roll as you walked away.

When you came back out to find your boyfriend, he wasn’t where you’d left him. You didn’t know anyone here, feeling nervous as you searched for him. You spotted him next to the bar, and were about to approach him when you noticed the girl next to him. She had his hand on his chest as they flirted with each other. That piece of shit. He had come here with you and had the audacity to flirt with someone else the second you weren’t there. You were upset, but there was no point in causing a scene. After all, you didn’t really care about him.

I should just leave, you thought. You turned around, heading towards the door when you saw her. A gorgeous girl, tall and lanky, stood in a corner, chatting with some guy. She was wearing a baggy button-up shirt, a tie hung loose around her neck. Wide black jeans hung low on her hips, the waistband of her boxers peeking out. One of her hands clutched a beer bottle, showing off the rings on her slender fingers, the other one fiddling with the ring at her lip. The sight of her knocked the breath out of you. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from her, and she seemed to notice because her gaze met yours. She grinned at you, saying something to the boy before heading in your direction.

“Hey there”, she said, her voice perfectly husky, “I’m Se-mi, and you are…?”. You blurted your name out, barely being able to conceal your nerves. She chuckled, the sound whiskey-smooth. Soon, you were able to ease into the conversation as you talked about this and that. Se-mi was captivating, charming, and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with someone like her. Attentive, sweet, unlike the boys you’d dated in the past.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the song streaming through the speakers. “You wanna dance?”, you asked, a cheeky smile on your face. Se-mi raised her eyebrows, “Sure”. You both joined the cluster of people that were already dancing at the centre of the room. You liked the song, and it was easy to sway to the music, arms above your head. Se-mi was a little more awkward, her movements more stiff than yours, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. You moved closer to her, mischief in your eyes as you smirked up at her.

Her demeanour completely changed as she placed her hands on your hips, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around her neck as you swayed to the music, body flush against hers. She matched your rhythm, looking down at you in a way that made your knees weak. When she was close like this, you could smell her cologne, and god she smelled so good. Suddenly feeling shy, you pulled your gaze down, away from hers. “What a sweet thing you are”, she preened as her hand left your hip, a finger tipping your chin up, “Don’t be so shy”. You sucked in a breath as her face inched closer. Softly, she pressed her lips against yours. You could feel her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips, heat sparking up your spine as she kissed you hungrily. Your knees nearly buckled as she slid her tongue into your mouth, the cool metal of her tongue piercing against your warm flesh. She was nearly panting as she asked, “How about we get out of here, huh?”. You nodded as she gave you a wolfish grin.

As you approached the door to leave, you realized, “Wait… I need to tell you something”. She turned back at you, eyebrows raised. “What? Is everything ok?”, she seemed worried as she asked.

“Um, no, it’s just… I didn’t come alone tonight. I…uh… I was here with my boyfriend. But it’s a bit complicated. I don’t actually like him that much and he’s…-“

“Hey, hey relax. I know already. I saw you walk in with him… and I also saw him flirting with another girl… so I assumed he was a douche”, she shrugged,” Don’t worry”, she leaned down, her lips brushing your earlobe, “I can do much better than him”.

You felt the blood rushing to your face as she chuckled. She gave you a sweet smile as she said, “But I understand if you don’t want to rush into anything. We can just…get to know each other tonight. What’d you say?”

You grinned, “That’ll be great”.

“Let’s go then”, She intertwined her fingers with yours, pulling you out the door. She led you to where her motorcycle was parked. She was a biker?? Fuck, that’s so hot, you thought “Will you be comfortable on this?”, she said as she handed you a helmet. “Yeah, I’ll be fine”, you pulled down the hem of your dress as you got on behind her.

“Hold on tight, ok? Oh and, what do you think about getting ice cream?”

“I’d love that”

Your hands were firm around her waist as you took off into the night. You closed your eyes as the world rushed past you.

°°••....••°°

You both ate the ice cream Se-mi had bought as you strolled beside a nearby lake that was glimmering like a gem under the moonlight. You talked and you made her laugh and the night felt enchanting, a new excitement simmering underneath your veins. You were hopeful, and this felt like the start of something special.

“I don’t even know what you saw in him”, Se-mi laughed incredulously. You sucked your teeth, “Honestly… it was just a ‘if I get a boyfriend will you leave me alone, mom’ kinda situation. But I’m totally gonna dump him. I don’t think I actually care what anybody has to say about my life anymore”.

“Well, I’m happy for you”

You both had stopped walking, now facing each other. “Thanks”, your voice had become impossibly soft as your gaze pulled down to her lips. You cupped her cheek, thumb caressing her skin softly. You kissed her then, and it was wildly different from the kiss at the party. This one was tender, and you could taste the chocolate on her lips. Her arm was around your waist, holding you close, as both your hands were now holding her face. You parted, eyes fluttering open and the moment was pure magic.

°°••....••°°

After that perfect night, Se-mi took you home, saved your number and kissed you good night. As she was leaving, she chewed on her lower lip as she said, “Can’t wait for our next date, sweetheart”.

Btw, I’m a slut for Biker Se-mi, and I will definitely be writing more of her!