#can’t imagine being like ‘ugh I can’t stand being around them’

[neatfrog]

almost nothing will be funnier to me than when I posted on fb about hating the “I can’t stand my spouse” culture, and a family member commented sth like ‘I love my husband but wouldn’t want to be around him 24/7’ and promptly several months later they got divorced 💀

[eclipixels]

Clichés

Sae Itoshi x Reader

Content: You and Sae are watching one of those cliché romance TV shows, and he can’t help but cringe.

[1,600 words]

      You should’ve known better than to let Sae sit through one of your guilty pleasure romance dramas.

      It started with him lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone while you curled up beside him, eyes glued to the TV. He never really cared about these shows; he’d always brush them off as overly dramatic and predictable. But tonight, for some reason, he hadn’t moved. His fingers had stopped their lazy scrolling, his sharp gaze fixated on the screen, eyebrows furrowed.

      You tried to ignore it, but every once in a while, you’d hear him scoff or mutter something under his breath.

      “Why is she running away from him? Just talk like a normal person.”

      You rolled your eyes. “It’s called tension, Sae.”

      “It’s called unnecessary drama,” he shot back, his voice laced with disbelief.

      The episode played on, and his reactions only grew more dramatic than the show itself. You were deep into Love Island, the latest reality drama unfolding as the new couple tried to navigate their sizzling chemistry while another islander plotted to steal one of them away. When the male islander grabbed the female islander’s wrist, spinning her around for a forced confession, Sae let out a noise of pure disdain.

      “Ugh.” He ran a hand down his face, looking absolutely exhausted. “If I ever did that to you, you’d probably kill me.”

      “You’re right,” you deadpanned.

      He gave you a knowing look, clearly proud of himself for being so observant. But his horror didn’t end there. When the dramatic love triangle reached its peak, and the female islander started crying over her two potential lovers, Sae turned to you with a serious expression, clearly trying to make sense of the mess unfolding on the screen.

      “Are we supposed to feel bad for her?” he asked, like he was solving a complex puzzle.

      “Yes, Sae,” you groaned, nudging him with your elbow. “She’s torn between them.”

      “She’s also an idiot,” he said flatly. “Imagine having the perfect guy and still being confused.”

      You snorted, trying to suppress the laugh that bubbled up. “It’s not that simple. People have feelings, you know.”

      “I don’t know,” Sae muttered, eyes narrowed as he watched the drama unfold. “Seems like they’re just making bad decisions for the sake of ratings.”

      You rolled your eyes again, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms. “You’re such a cynic.”

      He shot you a look that said, this is a disaster, but continued watching. As another islander tried to make a dramatic declaration of love while standing on a balcony, Sae groaned loudly, rubbing his temples.

      “Honestly, these people need to get a grip. Who says things like that?”

      “You sound kinda invested,” you teased, grinning up at him.

      His brows twitched, and he looked away, clearly caught off guard. “I’m not,” he muttered, his voice low as he attempted to hide his growing interest.

      You hummed in amusement, the playful glint in your eyes betraying your knowledge of the truth. You didn’t press the point further, though, knowing full well that Sae had gotten pulled into the drama. Instead, you turned your attention back to the screen, where the mess of emotions unfolding on Love Island continued to escalate.

      "That's just no way to treat a lady," Sae sighed, clearly fed up with the nonsense coming from the guys on the island.

      "Oh, really? What's your idea of proper?" You raised an eyebrow.

      "Well, for one, I believe the guy should pay for the first date if they decide to eat out. None of this fifty-fifty crap. Don't bring that European nonsense into this ethnic household. Guys today don't put in the effort anymore. They think they can stop doing all that once they've got the girl. And what's with these 'situationships'? They make no sense."

      "Sae, we were in a situationship," you said.

      "What? No, we weren't."

     "We had a talking stage for like four months and then you just started telling people I was your girlfriend."

      Sae’s face turned pink, matching his hair.

      "What?"

      "I thought we were together from the first date," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper.

      "Really?"

      "Yes!" Sae nearly shouted, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

      "That's adorable," you teased.

      "No, that's embarrassing."

      "We're together now," you reassured him, trying to ease his discomfort, but he stayed silent. After a long pause, he peeked up at the TV screen again, still red-faced.

      he male islander drenched in rain dramatically kissing the female islander as the storm raged around them, Sae looked like he had physically aged from the stress of witnessing it. His fingers tightened slightly around the armrest of the couch, his expression a mixture of disbelief and disdain.

      “Who actually does that?” he muttered, shaking his head in disgust. “That’s how you get sick.”

      You grinned, a spark of amusement lighting up your face. “It’s romantic.”

      “Romantic?” Sae echoed, his voice rising slightly as if the very idea offended him. “It’s stupid. Who’s actually gonna kiss someone in the middle of a torrential downpour like that? What happened to common sense?”

      You raised an eyebrow. “You’re just mad because you’ve never done it.”

      Sae scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not mad, I’m just realistic. You don’t kiss someone in the rain, you take them inside and offer them a towel, then maybe a hot drink after they’re done drying off.” He gave you a pointed look. “And if it was you, I’d have you wrapped in blankets, not standing out there in the freezing cold.”

      You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re no fun.”

      Sae’s frown deepened as he continued to watch the rain-soaked drama play out. He shifted on the couch, visibly uncomfortable with the way the scene unfolded. The intense music swelled in the background, making the kiss seem even more important than it probably was. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way Sae’s discomfort was so obvious, especially since he’d spent the last few weeks teasing you for watching these shows.

      "Are you sure this is supposed to be a romance?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because to me, it feels more like a horror show."

      You snickered at his reaction, but couldn't deny the accuracy of his point. The male islander’s actions were intense, almost suffocating at times, and his possessiveness was borderline unsettling. But to you, it was all part of the fun. The over-the-top emotions, the drama-filled relationships—it was an escape from the mundane.

      His face twisted some more as the plot thickened and the your favorite female character behaved in even stranger, more obsessive ways. Sae shifted again, running a hand through his hair in frustration, clearly disturbed by what he was witnessing. The tension between the two islanders, paired with the high-stakes drama, was something he clearly didn’t understand, and you could tell that he was struggling to make sense of it all.

      "Hey, it's scripted for a reason," you countered, a small laugh escaping you. You tried to brush off his concern, knowing full well that he’d never fully appreciate the kind of drama you enjoyed.

      Sae narrowed his eyes at the screen, then glanced back at you with a half-smile, clearly unconvinced. “You say that, but I swear, I actually know a guy like this in real life on Re Al.”

      You tilted your head in curiosity. “Really?”

      Sae nodded, leaning back into the couch, a slight shudder running through him as if just mentioning this person triggered a deep sense of discomfort. “Yeah. You should see him whenever our team goes out for drinks—he is beyond weird. No sense of boundaries, no idea how to read a room.”

      “Oh my god,” you gasped, your eyes widening as you pictured the awkwardness. "What did he do?"

      “The most bizarre things,” Sae continued, a bitter edge creeping into his voice as the memory clearly rattled him. “Like, one time, he tried to ‘confess his feelings’ in the middle of a bar with all of us watching. Didn’t even try to make it subtle, just straight-up told this girl he loved her after talking to her for, like, five minutes. I swear, he’d be perfect for one of these shows.”

      You stared at him in disbelief, equal parts horrified and intrigued by the story.

      "Thank god our relationship isn’t anything like that." He gestured towards the screen. “This whole thing is just… so far off from anything real. I can’t imagine this show yielding a happy relationship."

      You leaned back into the couch, propping your feet up next to him as the characters on-screen faced yet another heart-wrenching dilemma. The drama was escalating by the minute—misunderstandings, love triangles, betrayals. It was the perfect storm of emotions, and for once, Sae seemed to be paying attention.

      A beat passed, and you could feel his tension ease, though his frustration hadn’t completely faded. He let out a long sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions. His fingers, warm and absentminded, found the hem of your sleeve and began to idly toy with it, a quiet gesture of comfort in the middle of the chaotic drama.

      “I don’t think I could handle the constant stress these people go through,” You admitted softly, almost to yourself.

      “It’s exhausting watching them make such stupid decisions all the time.”

      “Yeah, I agree. I like our relationship better.” You smiled softly, poking his face with your index finger before leaning in for a proper kiss.

      Sae met your eyes, and his expression was calm. "Yeah," he said softly, with a small but genuine smile, returning your kiss.

[meleeyz]

┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘!𝗘𝗞𝗞𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ These are headcanons of the other Ekko, before the canon Ekko from the show "takes" his place… I hope you understand...

୨୧ I'm still writing for the fic, but the last chapters is taking longer than I thought, I hope you understand, in the meantime I have some things in drafts that I will publish so you don't run out of content.

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another universe!ekko who was really nervous about proposing to you knowing how big of a step that is...

Ekko had always been a confident guy. He was innovator, someone who could fix almost anything. But when it came to you, he found himself feeling like a bumbling preteenager all over again. He wanted everything to be perfect—down to the handmade ring he was crafting for the proposal. Using scraps of precious metals and stones he collected over the years, he poured hours of focus into shaping it into something that represented your story together. Benzo would catch him hunched over his workstation at odd hours, muttering about the alignment or polish. "You know, kid, it’s not like she’s gonna turn you down if it’s a millimeter off," Benzo teased, ruffling Ekko’s hair. Ekko would just grin sheepishly but double his efforts anyway.

another universe!ekko who practiced his proposal speech a dozen times, only to get caught mid-rehearsal...

He was standing in the middle of The Last Drop, the roof their unofficial safe haven for years. “So, um, I’ve been thinking…” he started, pacing back and forth. “No, no, that sounds dumb. Okay—‘you’re the light of my life, and I can’t imagine—’ ugh, that’s so cheesy.” Behind him, Powder crept up the stairs, barely containing her giggles. “Keep going,” she whispered, trying not to laugh. Ekko whipped around, his face flaming red. “How long have you been there?!” “Long enough to know you’re terrible at this,” she teased, doubling over with laughter. “You’re lucky she already loves you.”

another universe!ekko who had no idea you were planning your own big announcement...

While Ekko was caught up in his grand proposal plans, you were busy with plans of your own. The test results sat folded in your pocket for days, and your hands hovered over them more times than you could count. You were going to be a mother. It was Powder who figured it out first, being too observant for her own good. “You’ve been glowing,” she said one afternoon while helping you sort supplies at the community center. “Also, you cried over Mylo spilling coffee, so I kinda put two and two together.” You blinked at her, stunned. “Powder, you cannot tell anyone yet!” She held up her hands. “Cross my heart! But seriously, I’m gonna be the best godmother ever!” You couldn’t help but laugh, though your nerves stayed. You wondered how Ekko would react, if he’d be overwhelmed or excited—or both.

another universe!ekko who proposed on the roof of the last drop, the place where your story began...

Ekko had chosen the roof where he had first kissed you as the spot to ask you to be his forever. He had strung up soft, glowing lights and set up a little table with flowers and your favorite dessert. When you stepped onto the roof and saw him standing there, his hands fidgeting nervously as he smiled at you, your heart swelled with affection. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "So, uh… I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time." You stepped closer, your smile encouraging him to continue. "Being with you has been the greatest adventure of my life," he said, his voice gaining confidence. "And I can’t imagine spending another day without knowing that you’ll always be by my side. So..." He dropped to one knee and pulled out the handmade ring, holding it up with a hopeful look. "Will you marry me?" Tears filled your eyes as you nodded, unable to find your voice at first. "Yes, Ekko. Of course, I’ll marry you." The joy on his face was priceless as he slipped the ring onto your finger, pulling you into a tight embrace.

another universe!ekko who fainted when you told him you were pregnant moments later...

But before he could say another word, you decided it was time to share your own surprise. “I have something to tell you too,” you said, your hand trembling as you guided his to your stomach. “You’re going to be a dad.” His grin froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Wait, what—?” And then he hit the floor. Powder’s shriek of laughter carried from the rooftop stairs. "I knew he’d do that!"

another universe!ekko who woke up to find you fanning him, looking both amused and concerned...

"You okay?" you asked, trying not to laugh. He blinked up at you, groaning. "Wait… did you just say…?" "Yes, Ekko," you said softly. "You’re going to be a dad." For a moment, he was silent, then a wide grin broke across his face. "I’m gonna be a dad," he repeated, awe in his voice.

another universe!everyone who was overjoyed by the double news…

Vander insisted on hosting an engagement party at The Last Drop, which quickly turned into a celebration for the baby too. Silco was the first to congratulate you both, "You’ll be a wonderful mother," he said quietly. Claggor and Mylo, meanwhile, started a heated argument over who would be the better uncle. "I’m obviously the fun uncle," Mylo declared, crossing his arms. Claggor rolled his eyes. "The kid needs someone responsible. That’s me." Powder, sitting nearby, added fuel to the fire. "Don’t worry, guys. The baby’s gonna love me more anyway. I’m the godmother!" Benzo couldn’t resist teasing Ekko. "Didn’t want to wait, huh?" he joked, clapping him on the back. Ekko just laughed, unashamed. "When you know, you know."

another universe!ekko who became the most attentive fiancé and father-to-be anyone had ever seen…

Ekko went into full-on protective mode. He insisted on carrying anything remotely heavy for you, making sure you got enough rest, and preparing meals that he claimed were "good for the baby." "Ekko, it’s just a broom," you said one afternoon, trying to sweep the living room. "Doesn’t matter," he replied, gently taking it from your hands. "You’re not lifting a finger while I’m around."

another universe!ekko who is absolutely excited about his baby

Ekko transformed into the ultimate caretaker. He made sure you were comfortable at all times, fussing over pillows, blankets, and cravings. He’d often disappear for errands and come back with baby clothes, stuffed animals, or tiny shoes. "You know it’s too early to shop, right?" you teased one evening. "Yeah, but look at these little boots!" he said, holding them up proudly.

another universe!ekko who spent hours talking to your belly...

He would lean close, resting his head against you as he spoke softly. “Hey, little one. It’s your dad. I just wanted to say I love you already—whether you’re a boy or a girl, doesn’t matter.” Your laughter filled the room. “You’re gonna spoil them before they’re even born.” “Damn right,” he said, grinning.

another universe!silco who became unexpectedly protective of you during your pregnancy…

"Must I remind you," Silco said one day, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, "that you’re carrying a very important member of this family?" "I was just reaching for a book," you replied, amused. "It starts with books, and ends with unnecessary strain."

another universe!powder who was the maid of honor and made sure your dress was perfect...

Powder was practically vibrating with excitement as she helped you into your gown. “You look like a queen,” she declared, fluffing the skirt. “No, a goddess. Ekko’s gonna cry when he sees you.” “Let’s hope he doesn’t faint again,” you teased, earning a snort of laughter.

another universe!benzo who secretly cried at ekko’s wedding...

As you walked down the aisle, arm in arm with Vander, Benzo dabbed at his eyes. When Ekko teased him later, he grumbled, “Shut it, kid. It’s allergies.”

another universe!ekko whose wedding was the event of the year...

The Last Drop was transformed into a breathtaking venue, with twinkling lights and decorations. Vander had insisted on non-alcoholic cocktails, much to the delight of you and the other guests. Ekko couldn’t take his eyes off you as you exchanged vows, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions. “You’re my everything,” he said, slipping the ring onto your finger. "I promise to love you, protect you, and be the best partner and dad I can be—for you and for our family."

another universe!ekko who ended the night on the roof where it all began...

After the reception, Ekko led you back to the roof where it all began. The city lights shimmered below, the quiet hum of Zaun wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Ekko knelt in front of you, resting his head gently against your rounded belly. "I’ll be the best dad," he murmured, his hands cradling your bump. "You already are," you assured him, running your fingers through his hair. He looked up at you, his brown eyes shining with love. "And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it."

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[insidekatmind]

Enemies? ~Robby Keene

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

There’s nothing worse than being forced to share a room with your worst enemy. Or rather, there’s worse: having to share a bed.

“Ugh, now I have to sleep with you? This is a nightmare,” Robby huffs, giving you a look full of annoyance.

“Don’t think I’m happy about this, Keene,” you retort, crossing your arms. “I’d rather sleep on the floor than share the same space with you.” He said.

“Then sleep on the floor,” you said with a smirk.

You’re the sister of Eli Moskowitz, better known as Hawk, and you’ve always grown up surrounded by martial arts. When you decided to join Cobra Kai, you thought you’d finally have a home, a place to channel your anger and determination. But you never imagined you’d end up stuck in the same room with Robby Keene.

Ever since you were a child, it had been open warfare between the two of you. You didn’t even remember how the hatred had started, but you knew that every interaction with him always ended in a battle of stares and venomous jokes.

Now, in front of the single bed you had to share, the atmosphere was even more tense.

“Fuck you,” Robby snaps, throwing himself on the left side of the mattress. “Stay on your side and don’t even let me hear you breathing.”

You grit your teeth and throw yourself on the other side, back to back. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the two of you breathing slowly. The mattress is small, and despite your efforts to stay apart, your legs accidentally touch.

“Get off me,” you whisper angrily.

“You’re close,” he retorts, equally sour.

You whirl around, glaring at him. “You’re a nightmare, Keene.”

“Look who’s talking,” he replies with a cocky smile.

You look at him badly.Robby grins at your death stare, enjoying the anger he sees in your eyes. He has always found a certain pleasure in getting under your skin, and he's not going to stop now. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a smirk. “Can’t stand being so close to me?”

You grind your teeth, hating the way he calls you ‘princess’. It’s just another way for him to get under your skin. “Shut up, Keene,” you say through clenched teeth. “And don’t ever call me that again.”Robby chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. “What, you don’t like nicknames? How about ‘sweetheart’?” he asks, grinning even wider now.

“Stop it,” you snap, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the way he calls you ‘sweetheart’. It’s almost...flirty. But you quickly shake off the thought. This is Robby Keene. He’s nothing more than your sworn enemy.

“You seem a little flustered,” Robby teases with a sly smile. “I think you secretly love all my nicknames.”

“You’re delusional,” you say, trying to sound convincing, but your heart is racing. Why does he have to be so frustratingly attractive? “I hate every single one of them.”

“Is that so?” Robby teases, a playful glint in his eyes. He leans closer to you, his arm accidentally brushing against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from his body. “You sure you don’t secretly enjoy it, princess?”

“Shut up,” you say weakly, unable to ignore the way your heart is pounding. You hate how he has this effect on you. You hate how good he smells. You hate how tempting his lips look in the dim light. You hate this man. So why is your body betraying you?

Robby leans even closer, till his face is only a few inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers, “You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth. You’re attracted to me, and you hate yourself for it.”

You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and frustration. You want to tell him that he’s wrong, but the words won’t come out. Because deep down, you know he’s right. Damn him.Robby grins, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. “You’re blushing,” he whispers, gently lifting a strand of hair off your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, princess.”

“Ugh, I am not cute! And I am not flustered!” you protest half-heartedly, trying to regain your composure. But your heart is still racing, and you can’t bring yourself to move away from him.

Robby chuckles softly, clearly amused by your denial. He moves even closer till his body is pressed against yours, his arm snaking around your waist. “You’re a terrible liar,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “You can’t hide the way you react to me, princess.”You try to protest, but the words die on your lips as you feel the heat radiating from his body. Damn him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “I hate you,” you whisper weakly, but your body betrays you, melting into his touch.

“We both know that’s not true,” Robby says, his lips brushing against your ear and sending shiver down your spine. “You want me, just like I want you. No point in pretending anymore, princess.”

Your mind and body are at war, your desires and hatred clashing violently. You’re supposed to detest him, but the way he ignites a fire within you is overwhelming. You close your eyes, your resolve crumbling.

“I do want you,” you whisper, hating yourself for admitting it aloud.

Robby grins victoriously, clearly satisfied by your confession. He tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you even closer, his body molding against yours. “I knew it,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “You can’t resist me.”

“I hate you for being so smug about it,” you mutter weakly, your body responding to his touch. His lips against your skin send waves of desire coursing through your veins. Dammit. Why does he have to feel so good?

“You love it,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He gently pushes you on your back, his body pinning you against the mattress. “You love how I make you feel.”

You can’t deny it, even if you wanted to. The way your body responds to him is undeniable. “God, I hate you,” you whisper, even as your hands slide up his back, nails digging into his skin.

“That’s not what your body is telling me,” Robby murmurs, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck and collarbone. You shiver uncontrollably, your body arching against him.

He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth with undeniable desire. Your hands explore his body, desperately wanting to feel more of him. You forget all the reasons why you should hate him, lost in the passion of the moment.

His hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of you, committing every curve to memory. “Why are you so damn irresistible?” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “You’re driving me insane.”

You can barely think straight with his touch and the heat coursing through your veins. “Shut up and keep kissing me,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him even closer.

“Yes ma’am,” he husks, his lips returning to yours in a searing kiss. His hands slide under your pajama shirt, tracing your skin with a possessive touch. The room feels hot as hell, the air thick with desire.

Your body reacts to his touch as if it was made for his hands. You arch your back, pushing your chest against his, your lips parting in a silent moan. You can feel how much he wants you, his hips grinding against you in a needy rhythm.“Dammit,” he growls, his eyes dark with hunger. “You're so goddamn sexy. I can't get enough of you."

He kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. His hands trail down your sides, lingering on your hips before moving lower, cupping your ass.

“Robby,” you gasp, his touch setting your skin on fire. You can’t form coherent thoughts anymore, just raw desire that consumes you. “Please,” you whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Please what?” he teases, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want, princess.”

He rocks his hips against you, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His voice is like molten honey, dripping with desire.You’re practically trembling with need, your body desperate for more of him. “You know what I want,” you manage to say, your voice quivering. “Just stop being a tease and give it to me.”

“I love it when you’re bossy,” he grins, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “But I think first I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you say my name.”

He slowly grinds against you, the friction between your bodies sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You can feel how hard he is, the pressure maddening.You whimper at his words, your body responding to the heat in his voice. “You’re insane,” you mutter, the fire in your veins making it hard to think. “Robby, please... I need you,” you gasp, your fingers clutching at him with desperate need.

He smirks at your words, enjoying the way you’re coming undone in his arms. “Mmm yes, princess. I love when you say my name like that. You want me that much, huh?”

He kisses your neck again, his lips trailing down your pulse point. He knows how damn sensitive you are there, and he knows the effect it has on you.

You moan, unable to hold it in as he hits that sensitive spot. Your hips arch involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. “Yes, yes, god yes,” you pant out, your body burning with need. His words, his touch, his proximity is driving you mad.He smiles, clearly enjoying the way you're falling apart under him. "You sound so hot when you're all desperate and worked up," he whispers, his lips on your skin again. He lifts your leg, his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh. "And so damn soft."You shiver at his touch, feeling your body responding almost involuntarily. Your legs part just a little more, giving him better access. You're so far gone, all you can think about is his touch, his words. "Robby, please," you moan, your voice needy and desperate.

He grins, his hand moving higher up your inner thigh. "Please what, princess?" he teases, his fingers brushing against the edge of your shorts. "I want to hear you say it out loud."

He rocks his hips against you, creating a delicious friction that makes your breath hitch.

"Don't be mean," you whine, your body trembling with need. "You know what I want." Your fingers cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You're so close, so damn close, just teetering on the edge.

He chuckles, his hand moving even higher up your thigh. "But I like hearing you beg for it," he whispers, his lips at your ear. "It's so damn sexy when you're all desperate for me."

He rubs his thumb over the fabric of your shorts, right where you need him the most, and you nearly scream in frustration. "Damn you," you whine, your fingers digging even deeper into his shoulders.

He grins, watching the way you're coming undone. "That's it, princess, say my name again. Beg me for it, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

He begins to move his hand back and forth, his thumb pressing against you, creating a maddening rhythm. He knows you're on the edge, and he's not going to let you fall over just yet.You whimper his name, the word torn from your lips as he applies just enough pressure to keep you in a state of blissful torture. “Robby, please,” you whine, your thighs trembling with need. “Touch me, kiss me, anything, just don't stop.”

He grins at the sound of his name on your lips. He knows he's got you right where he wants you, begging for release. "I could listen to you saying my name like that all night," he murmurs, his lips finding yours again. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and his hand moves faster.You moan into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you desperately try to get closer to him. "Please," you plead again, the word torn from your lips with desperate need. You're so close, riding the edge, teetering towards release. "Please Robby, please."

He growls, the sound deep and rough. "I love it when you say please," he whispers, his lips back on your neck. "Say it some more. Beg me for it, princess."

He increases the pressure just a little, and your body responds immediately. Your back arches, your hips moving involuntarily to meet his touch.You can't think straight, your body consumed by his touch. "Please, please, please," you beg, the words coming out broken and desperate. "Robby, I need you. I can't take anymore."

You cling to him, your body trembling with need. You're so damn close, just teetering on the edge of release.

He grins at the sound of your broken pleas. "You look so damn gorgeous when you're desperate like this," he whispers, his words sending chills down your spine. He moves his hand just a little faster, the pressure building even more. "And you sound even better."

You moan again, the sound desperate and needy. "Please, I'm so close," you whimper, your body trembling with need. "Please Robby, let me."

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your hips moving uncontrollably. You're so far gone, consumed by the fire burning within you.

"Just a little more, princess," he whispers, his lips on your neck. "Just a little more and I'll give you what you want."

His hand slides a little lower, his fingers finding the spot that makes you see stars. He applies just enough pressure to drive you mad. "Are you going to come for me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and filled with desire.

You moan in response, barely able to form the words. "Yes, yes, god yes," you pant out, your body trembling with need. "I'm so close, just a little more."

Your fingers grip him tighter, clinging to him as you ride the edge of release. The heat in your veins is overwhelming, the need consuming you.

"Then come for me, princess," he whispers, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "Let go, and give me what I want."

He moves his hand even faster, the pressure building till you can barely hold on. "Say my name when you come for me," he growls, his voice filled with desire.

You're teetering on the edge, so close that you're shaking. "Robby," you pant out his name, the word broken and desperate. "Oh god, Robby."

And just like that, you're pushed over the edge. The release is blinding, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure washes over you. You cling to him, your body trembling with the force of the orgasm

He watches you come undone, his eyes fixed on your face. "Damn, you're stunning when you come on my hand," he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

His hand moves slowly, prolonging the pleasure till you're boneless beneath him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin. "You're mine, princess."

[gvshing]

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣!𝕍𝕚

(Co star! Vi more specifically)

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ꨄ︎ You were cast to be in a highly anticipated romance/drama movie next to Vi. You had been having a dry spell with getting cast so when you found out you got the part you were elated. Jumping up and down and squealing into the phone, squeals stabbing your manager in his ear. Your manager pulled the phone away while you loudly celebrated. “You’re going to be working beside Violet.” You stopped screaming almost instantaneously. “What? No. She’s too good. I’ll look bad next to her. Tell them never mind, they can give it to Kiramman;” You fall back on the couch and splay out exhaustively. “She's a way better actress than me and will do the part justice anyways. It would make more sense for them two to be in a movie like that together. Ugh, I’m sorry. I wasted everybodies ti-” A loud sigh cuts you off. “You’ll do great. Don’t beat yourself up. They wouldn’t have hired you if they didn’t like what you had to offer. Besides, I don’t think she auditioned. You did. You got this role with your talent. You’re deserving.” Blowing hair off your face, you nod as if it could’ve been seen. “You’re right.”

ꨄ︎ Table readings were set for the next week. You were buzzing with anticipation. What if you didn’t do good? What if you and Violet have bad chemistry and you aren’t able to give the same performance as your audition? You can’t handle disappointing anybody. Arriving at the table reading made the anxiety heighten. Being in the large gray building made everything feel too real. You sat around the round dark table. You were early, maybe too early. You were supposed to have been there at 10, it was 9:30. In your worry of being late, you end up one of the first people. Other than the casting director setting up the scripts and other miscellaneous things, it was just you. You pulled your phone out, nervously scrolling through various social media. The door swings open, stealing your attention. You switch your screen off, gazing up at the new person. Trailing up the figure, past the black jeans that clung desperately to her legs and past the loose red shirt hanging, you meet Violet in the eyes. You had never met her; just seen her in a lot of films. Your palms become sweaty and your breath is catching in your throat. You blink away the nerves and stand up to introduce yourself. Stopping short when you see her look your way. Her lips quirk into a half smile, eyes darting up and down your figure. She extends a hand and walks towards you. “I'm Vi. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You discreetly rub your sweaty palm against your jeans and shakily grasp hers. Hastily, you end the handshake as quickly as it begins. ”Yeah, you too… I love your movies, I'm excited to work with you.” Vi smiles softly. You move to sit back down and Vi’s voice stops you momentarily. “Can I sit next to you?” She questions. Your eyes widen and you hesitantly nod. “Of course.”

ꨄ︎ The first table reading goes better than you imagined. You stutter a few times but you eventually find your rhythm. Letting the art of acting take you away and pushing your nerves to the back of your head. Vi does amazing as you assumed she would. A few times you’d be reading off the script, not quite knowing your lines as it’s your first time reading through the whole script. You got it when you initially were hired but you weren’t sure you were going to keep your job if you fumbled the table reading. You didn’t want to get committed to something that was still potentially up in the air. Weirdly enough, Vi’s presence eventually became comforting compared to the anxiety you had when you first realized you’d be working alongside each other. Everytime you stumbled over your words, she’d smile softly at you and send you an encouraging thumbs up, or grinning at you in the most comical and yet endearing way she could muster, so wide her eyes were practically shut. The table reading was supposed to last 4 hours but everybody was getting caught up in different ways to do the scenes and conversation. Everybody seemed to have fun and you couldn’t have asked for a better first table reading. It ended up lasting 6 hours; you walk out the double doors at 4:30. You left the building with a sense of pride in your chest, a sense of newfound confidence. You were excited to be in this movie with all the wonderful casting and excited to work with one of the most notable actors in this day and age thus far. On the way to your car, your ears finally tune into a noise coming from behind you. “Hey! Wait! Ugh-” A loud thump followed by a groan sounds from the person. Frantically turning–panic filling your chest–you see a groaning Vi collapsed on the ground. You gasp and set your belongings down before rushing to her. “Are you okay?” A choked laugh exits your throat. Vi hoists herself up on her hands and knees, eyes flicking up to meet yours for just a second. “I’m okay. That’s so embarrassing.” She begins to stand up, your hand outstretched to offer help. She hesitates, gazing up at your hand and hunched body towering over her. She sighs and slaps her hand into yours before pulling herself up. “Sorry… I was just wanting to swap information. I figured if we’re going to be working together we should be able to contact the other. And then I fell.” You cough, covering your inappropriate laugh from escaping. “Yes, we should do that.” You start walking back over to your car where the abandoned bag lies in a mountain of fabric. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not bleeding?” Vi seems to not have considered the possibility of her getting hurt and starts inspecting the places she could’ve scraped. You snort at her lack of concern for her wellbeing. Rummaging through your bag you pull out a piece of paper, pen and car keys. “I’m unscathed.” She says matter of factly as you pull out the trove of necessities. You scribble down your number and hold it out to Vi. “Be careful. Here you go.” Taking it from you, she stares at the slip of paper, slightly crumpled in her hand. Tossing your bag into the now unlocked vehicle, a final goodbye is given and you’re out.

ꨄ︎ With the table reading going as well as it did, the director was more than ready to get rehearsing moved to the set. As excited as you were to be a part of the production, you were still nervous. Nervous that something would go wrong, nervous that the filming wouldn’t go as good as the rehearsing did. You tried not to think too hard about it, but it was hard when you were spending a majority of your time in that dingy dark set. A lot of the scenes were taking place in a musky apartment. Vi was a great scene partner, she definitely made it easier to do the scenes but, even she could notice the nerves radiating from your body. Having a hard time remembering your lines or markers on the ground, not talking loud enough to then talking too loud, missing cues, you were a mess. She would pull you to the side during one of the 5 minute breaks and interrogate you. Her hand grasping onto your upper arm, holding you in place from running off. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little… I’m not sure. Off, I guess?” You sighed and stared just past her at the fake brick wall. “Yeah, no. I’m good. Just tired.” Vi leaned over to be in your eyesight and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve said that every day. Look, I enjoy doing this job to you. I do. But, you’ve gotta put your all into it. If I'm noticing you’re off, so will the viewers. I’m here if you need to talk.” You nod, casting your eyes down and away from her pale blue eyes piercing through you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m nervous that I’m going to drag you and everybody else down. You all are such amazing actors and I don’t want to dis-” She shakes her head quickly, cutting you off. “You’re going to do great! Don’t worry about anyone else.” You nod solemnly, giving her a small smile of appreciation. After the break, you’re standing back in that dark apartment setting. Patiently waiting to hear that daunting ‘Action!’ signalling for you to begin. Vi stands just outside of the door to the apartment, waiting to storm into the room. Her words rattled around your head. Taking a deep breath and steadying yourself, the director yells out the magic word, and you throw yourself into the character.

ꨄ︎ After a good take, Vi comes leaping over to your figure. “You did great, doll!” A coy smile spreads across your features. Her hand goes up, and you join hers in a high five that echoes against the walls. “Thank you, I was thinking about what you were saying. Figured If I didn’t want to let anybody down, I should not let myself down first.” Vi slaps a hand against your back, “Atta-girl!” she boasts.

ꨄ︎ Filming goes better than you could’ve imagined after that. With Vi by your side you feel confident. Ready to tackle any one of these scenes that were written in the script. Your stomach no longer churned on the way to set everyday. You no longer overthink the day while getting makeup smeared all over. Your heart no longer beats against your chest every second of the work day.

ꨄ︎ Vi would send encouraging texts in the morning before work began and texts applauding the hard work you did at the end of the day. “You’re gonna rock the day!” “You did great today!” “Good luck on that scene today! It’s gonna be hard but I know you’ve got this.” “You were amazing! Is it weird to say you do a great job at crying on command? Well you do.” “Excited to work with you again today!” “You looked pretty in that dress today.”

ꨄ︎ You stop by the cafe that’s on the way to set every morning and become the ‘coffee grabber’. You balance two drink holders filled with different coffees and one tea the few blocks it takes to get there. Vi isn’t much of a coffee drinker so you opt to grab her a tea with lots of honey in it instead. It’s got to be 50% honey with how much she asks for. Eventually more coffee is added to the order as people grow more comfortable with everybody on set and decide they DO in fact want something. At that point two more drink holders are needed and you have to either bring a cart with you to tote them to set or make two trips. Not having the time to make two trips or wanting to wheel that rickety cart all the way to set and back, you beg for Vi’s help. Vi agrees to start coming with you to help after you promise to get her a muffin every time she comes to help. You could’ve asked anybody else but you didn’t want to bother anybody with it and honestly, you enjoyed spending the extra time with her. She also would’ve done it without the begging or promise of the sweet, but she found it amusing to see you pout for her help of all peoples. Oftentimes, you two are walking onto set cackling at whatever stupid joke one of you made, or wacky thing you saw somebody do on the way in. The rest of the cast could tell when you both arrived 2 minutes before you actually walked into the door because of how loud your chuckles echoed against the narrow hallway leading into the makeup area.

ꨄ︎ When articles about being seen ‘getting close’ start circulating after your early morning cafe runs, you send a link to Vi captioning it, “can you believe this 😭”. Vi was used to invasive articles being written about her, but this was one of the firsts written about what you do in your private life and not anything to do with whatever project you’re working on. “Sadly I can.” is all she replied to it. Vi didn’t really ever give those articles the time of day, but this one made her chest flutter. You guys were getting closer, that wasn’t a lie. And deep down she knew she felt more than just a friendly way towards you. She enjoyed working with you more than she did with anyone in the past. It was easy to work together, the chemistry you both had on camera and off was undeniable. Not much thought was put into it on her side though. She knew that once filming was wrapped you would either be friends still or you wouldn’t. And she’d deal with whatever she’s feeling then. But right now the job was her main priority.

ꨄ︎ You weren’t oblivious to the way her gaze lingered on your lips after a tense scene was finished. In fact, you were hyper aware of it. Typically when you filmed a scene like this, your co-star would say ‘good job!’ and then be off doing their own thing. But not Vi. She would stay glued to her spot, eyes tracing over your features. You flash her a wide smile and jaunt over to her. “You good?” Vi shakes her head, seemingly snapping back to reality. Her eyes meet yours and a spark flashes through them. The corners of her lips quirked up. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” Her thoughts racing, had you noticed her staring? Had you noticed that the lines between her and her character were starting to blur? You hold out your arm, signalling for her to link arms with you. You gesture to the snack bar, in hopes she’ll accompany you. Following your lead she links her arm around yours.

ꨄ︎ More and more dating allegations start popping up. “Seen getting up close and personal at the bar??” “Candlelit dinner??” and other ridiculous clickbait articles litter your google homepage. A bubbling begins in your chest when any are brought up. Your heart starts beating throughout your whole body, practically vibrating with an unidentified emotion. Vi and you share glances, laughing it off, an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge it is shared between you.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s feeling disappointed as filming comes to an end–not that she’d admit that, out loud or otherwise. She’s come to enjoy her work days. She’s been on some shitty sets before. Worked with casts that she despised, sets that were falling apart, and directors with a stick up their ass. Working on this new movie isn’t perfect. It’s pretty fucking close to it in her eyes though.

ꨄ︎ As wrap day approaches, Vi goes out of her way to be next to as much as she can. When neither of you are actively filming anything, you can bet your ass she’s lounging around you or pressed directly against your side. You notice. She’s not being as slick as she thinks. You test it after the third time of her almost walking into the bathroom with you. She stands next to you, leaning against the wall scrolling on her phone. Her figure seems so large pressed up against the wall, legs haphazardly thrown over each other; It looked like she could be swept on her ass if you kicked her leg with the slightest tap. She looked otherworldly with the slight glare of the studio lights, the shadows highlighting her. Her beauty truly was contradictory. Getting up from the makeup table, you stride across the room over to the snack table. Just like you expected Vi stands up and quickly follows behind. You don’t say anything, just continuing scanning the snack options. Eyes mulling over various types of granola bars and bagels. You shrug as if you can’t decide and start to walk back to your original seat. Vi immediately mimics your movements. She takes a seat next to you, right where she had been. You smile at her softly, cutting off the giggles in your throat before they can fall out. She looks up at you, eyes squinting in confusion. “What?” Her eyes dart to the floor and back to you. A small laugh emits from your chest, head shaking back and forth. “Nothing. Nothing, I promise.” She side-eyes you before going back to her phone.

ꨄ︎ Closer and closer to the final filming every day. Vi started pulling small ‘jokes’ around the set. Certainly distracting herself from the project being over. Tapping on shoulders and then moving to the other one, popping out of corners yelling ‘Boo!’, kick me signs on people's backs and other small pranks. Sometimes though, they would make zero sense. Making you a cup of tea and then putting splenda instead of normal sugar. It didn’t matter either way, it sweetened the tea that’s all you wanted. She found it hilarious, dying at her own joke. Gasping for air and grasping her sides in pain.

ꨄ︎ A month after the movie is finished and Vi still texts you encouraging words. “Good luck on your day.” “How did that audition go the other day? Good I assume.” “Have a good day, or else.” sometimes they’re slightly threatening, though you’re not sure if she’s meaning to come off threatening. It was sweet. You both text almost every single day. It was a little unexpected. You didn’t usually get this close with other coworkers. And as far as you know, neither did she. Hanging out at least once a week was detrimental to her. “Friday? I’m free.” “Saturday? I’m also free that day. Say a day and I’ll make time.”

ꨄ︎ Interviews about your guys’ new movie were… chaotic, to say in one word. It was really Vi and you laughing together and slapping each other's shoulders in excitement while somebody asks you questions every now and again. At times you felt bad that you couldn’t give them the attention you promised, answer the questions without going on a 2 minute tangent with Vi. But as the interviewers cackled alongside the two of you, as the PR and marketing managers were raving about the success of the interviews a sensation of accomplishment trades its place.

ꨄ︎ At the premiere, you had seats directly next to each other, you arrived together, and all the pictures of one of you had the other in it. There was no escaping it.

ꨄ︎ Neither of you chose to confirm or deny any dating rumors. Whether they were true or not, it's none of anyone's business. Though they were true, sometimes the articles were so ridiculous. The fat heads all of those ‘journalists’ would get if you confirmed to be dating would drive anyone insane.

ꨄ︎ When trying to be mysterious about your feelings for Vi you didn’t do a great job. Falling into a sour mood anytime she mentioned another girl, replying instantaneously to her messages when both you and her knew it was hard to get hold of you via texts most of the time, or when you’d stare at her plump lips while she rambled about something or other. Imagining you were tracing the scar that inhabits the height of her slightly chapped lips. You were zoned out, too busy thinking about what it would taste like to kiss her. She knew you were zoned out, she realized a long time ago. The heat filling her chest and butterflies fluttering in her stomach had her continue rambling. If she stopped talking, you stopped looking at her like that. Like Vi painted the sky and placed the ground you walked atop.

ꨄ︎ First dates were hard. For everyone. But especially Vi. She wasn’t sure what she even enjoyed doing half the time. She went to work, she went to the gym and came home. She didn’t have the time for hobbies, not anymore at least. So where the fuck does she take you? She googles it over and over trying to think of something. She could ask somebody for advice but she wanted to do it on her own. If she can’t even plan dates how the fuck could she be a partner in life? She refused to ask anyone for help on this one.

ꨄ︎ She ends up doing the basic idea she was trying to avoid. Anybody could do the typical dinner and a movie date. That’s like THE date. She’s not overly cocky about this idea, but she knows that she’ll get better at planning dates. Sitting down at a restaurant that has maybe 2 other customers in the building, a random american diner in the corner of a strip mall, she stutters out an awkward compliment. “You look… You look pretty.” an endearing smile grows on your face. The rest of dinner flies by and before you know it, the movie is beginning. Vi’s arm wraps around you and tugs you into the side of her. Her strong physique had just the right amount of softness and sturdiness for you to fall asleep halfway through the movie. You awoke as the credits were finishing rolling and the lights had been flashed on ages ago. Vi shakes your sleepy body ever so softly. “Psst. Wake up, the movie’s over,” Vi whispers into your ear and tucks loose strands of hair behind the same ear she had been cooing in. “Come on. I’ve got you.” She helps you sit up. Her eyes relax and she gazes at you as a yawn leaves your body. She watches you stretch up and catches the smallest sight of your midriff when your shirt raises with your arms. She feels herself getting dizzy and hot– looking away as the blush starts appearing dusting over her face and tips of her ears.

ꨄ︎ Vi’s thankful for the opportunity to work on that film, she becomes more grateful when she realizes it brought you together. The set of that grimy movie will forever hold a special place in her heart. Though she’d never say that part out loud.

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thank you for reading ;-; I was having a weirdly hard time finishing this, I'm sorry if it comes off as rushed :,)

[urmomisunderme2]

Guilty as sin

Warning: daddy kink, wet dreams, watching (i don’t remember what it’s called😭) and I don’t remember but smut

When your back for home for summer you never know what could happen, especially with your dads best friend Natasha…

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"Nat fuck nat please-oh god please" you moan as Natasha rubs your clit "you like that detka hm?" You buck your hips toward her hand but she moves away"no natty no please-" you whine "patience little girl... you gonna love this even more" you watch her standing at the end of the bed taking of her belt and jeans and pulling down her boxers just enough for her cock to stand proud, she moves back onto be and lines up to your core and just when she's about to split you open... *buzz buzz buzz* your alarm goes off, yet another night you've had a wet dream about your daddy's best friend.

Being home for summer was amazing, it was nice to see your dad again although that feeling can get old fast sometimes, this time faster then anytime before when you had only be home for about 5 minutes when your dad asked if you’d been getting any at uni, what the fuck, that was a crazy thing to ask but that’s what Tony stark was like as a dad and honestly it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was if you didn’t have a crush on his best friend who you’d be having wet dreams about for months.

You get out of bed put on your silk robe that Natasha had given to you for your 19th birthday a few months ago, you walk out your room and down to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. As you walk through the hallway and get closer to the kitchen you can hear your father talking with someone. You enter the kitchen to see the woman featuring in all your pantie ruining dreams, Natasha Romanoff looking as gorgeous as ever even in her black t shirt and grey sweatpants making parts of her really stand out, this was not what you needed after the dream you just had.

Natasha smiles as she see you wake in starting to walk over to you from where she was standing leaning against the counter.

“Such a sleepy girl” she says pulling you into a hug, something you hadn’t given her in months since your crush had amplified to this crazy level of neediness “finally a hug from my girl” she said pulling you closer but all you can focus on now is how you can feel her shaft against your front. You had known Natasha your whole life and as soon as you started to have crushes she was your first and longest, you’d had a crush on her now since you where twelve obviously the feelings you felt had changed a bit over time with a sexual need too. 

“Hi” you say as she pulls away “hey dad” you greet your dad and walk over to the fridge to get some orange juice “how was your sleep?” Your dad asked, he could tell something was up, you blush at his question as you fill your glass and turn back around to face them, leaning back against the counter opposite them “Emm…okay I guess” your face was only blushing more “you don’t seem very sure” Natasha looked at you with an unreadable expression “just like dreams and stuff you know” “dreams not nightmares, ohhhh someone having sex dreams” Tony teases, you look over at him with a death glare can’t he just be a normal dad for once “dad really?” You look over at Natasha embarrassed “hey don’t look at me to save you I’m just as interested” Natasha smirks.

“I’m not even- ugh imma shower” you leave the room before you somehow reveal who it’s about. You go back to your room and into the bathroom as you had an ensuite bathroom, you drop the robe and turn the shower on, after a minute you walk into the rainfall shower.

You can’t help yourself as your had slides down to clit rubbing in tight circles as you think of Natasha, imagining her doing this to you, kissing down your neck, telling you what she wants to do to you “Natasha… fuck…” you moan as you cum glad that the house you live in is absolutely giant.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, walking into your bedroom jumping a little when you see Natasha standing in your room with a smirk on her face “Natasha what are you..” you stop before you finish just now realising she may have heard you. “I came to leave you some pastries for after your shower but I just couldn’t help but stay when I heard those lovely noises you where making detka”

You freeze as Natasha walks over to you pulling you in and kissing you harshly, her hands falling to your ass. You both pull away for breath.

“On the bed princess” you walk backwards until you fall onto the bed and spread your legs open, your towel had fallen off at some point as you only notice. Natasha stands at the end of the bed “touch your clit detka” she commands and you do, moaning a little as your body is still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Natasha watches over you with her hand falling into her pants starting to touch herself too.

“If you’re a good girl and tell me want you want you can have more princess” you speed up wanting even more but it’s not her, it’s not enough without her touching you “I want you natty please, rip me open please, do anything to make I don’t care just fuck me!” You scream and before you know if Natasha is on top of you and pushing herself in your cunt “call me daddy detka” you can’t help but hold back your moan, Natasha was so big, you’d never had anything this big in you before “yes daddy”

“Good girl” Natasha says kissing and nibbling at your neck “faster daddy please daddy I need to…” Natasha listens to you speeding up and bringing one of her hands down to rub your clit “cum for daddy princess…daddy’s gonna cum in you…fill you up with my baby’s” a few seconds later you cum with a scream.

Natasha keeps railing into your sensitive core “daddy I-“ you whine but are interrupted by Natasha “fuck detka fuck daddy’s gonna cum” and she does, filling you full with her cum.

She fall down next to you giving you a kiss on the cheek “I’m glad I heard you in the shower, god I wanted you so bad and hopefully now you’ll be filled with my baby’s all plump and pregnant”

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[bratbby333]

oh em GEEEE IMAGINE GAMER BF SUKUNA WANTING TO PLAY MINECRAFT W YOU BUT HES STUBBORN SO HE DOESNT ADMIT IT BUT YOU CATCH HIM PLAYING BY HIMSELF ON HIS OWN PC AND YOU TEASE HIM SAYING HE COULDVE JUST ASKED 💔💔💔💔💔

gamer!bf sukuna fluff—sfw !! cw: language. smau + blurb

with a quick kiss on your forehead, sukuna informs you he’s running competitive games on COD for a cash prize and emphasizes that he needs you to leave him alone so he can focus. god, he can be such a diva.

you’ve been curled up on the couch for an hour or so, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. sukuna is holed up in the office, most likely talking shit and being a menace online.

a brief yell echoes through your apartment, followed by a quick slam of his fists against his desk.

“im done with this shit,” he exclaims, most likely quitting the game he was in. it seems he didn’t win his competition.

you giggle to yourself, shaking your head. you find it amusing how angry he gets during his games. but, you do feel a bit bad that he lost, so you decide to invite him to a voice call on discord.

as you navigate to your private chat with him, you watch as his status changes from “playing COD” to…wait. that can’t be right…minecraft? no way. that’s impossible.

you give it 30 minutes to see if it was just an accidental click. when you check back, his status remains the same.

you smirk as you open up your messages, eager to see if he’ll confess.

you giggle to yourself as you stand from the couch, taking quick steps down the hall.

as you push open the office door, a cheeky grin can’t help but pull at your cheeks as you approach him.

you join him at the desk, taking a seat in front of your monitor. “you’re so stubborn, ya know that?”

“i told you not to speak of this ever again,” he muttered, aimlessly walking around minecraft as he waits for your computer to boot up.

“lemme just hear you say it,” you tease.

“say what?” he asks, turning to face you, a look of annoyance on his face at your adamance to continue this conversation.

“you like minecraft,” you replied simply, raising your eyebrows. “just admit it and i’ll never say another word.”

he stared at your for a minute, his jaw clenching and unclenching. with a heavy sigh, he turns back to his monitor, grumbling an almost inaudible, “i like minecraft,” with a roll of his eyes.

but it’s a lie. a dirty little secret. he doesn’t just like it, he loves it. he especially loves how happy you get when the two of you play together, as much as he tries to deny it.

the two of you spend the next three hours running around minecraft. sukuna is clearly enjoying himself, though you can tell he’s attempting to hide it with an abrupt clear of his throat or a quick cough to cover up his laughter.

a warm feeling spins around your stomach, giggling as you watch him fight back a persistent smile the entire time.

an: thank you for your request my sweet anon. this was adorable.

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[sexlapis]

☁︎ sleepy head 💤

── .✦ nanami x gn!reader

one shot. sfw. fluff. bedtime stories. the gruffalo <3 (my favourite childhood book), cg/l kind of but it doesn’t have to be read that way. stuffies. petnames.

⤷ you ask nanami to read you a bedtime story. he complies of course.

a/n: i’m sleepy and i want nanami to put me to bed. also you don’t have to imagine it as cg/l if you don’t want to ofc <3

masterlists

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You’re on your knees browsing through the bookshelf that stands in you and Nanami’s shared room. You scan through then, searching through your favourite childhood books.

“Have you found it yet?” Nanami asks, buttoning up his night shirt.

“Uh-hm.” You hum a negative. “Ugh, where’d did I put it…?”

“What did I tell you about putting things back where—“”

“Oh! Here it is!”

You find the book, ‘The Gruffalo’ tucked at the very back of the bookshelf, almost completely hidden from view if you didn’t look hard enough.

“Alright then.” Nanami said, swallowing down a yawn. “Come here, angel.”

You dash over to the king-sized bed, book in hand, tumbling onto the bed and promptly bouncing worryingly high.

Nanami fumbles around briefly. He lets out an amused huff. “One day you’re going to twist your ankle doing that.”

“Don’t put that in the air.” You scold.

Smiling softly, he takes the book from your hand and lifts his arm, prompting you to snuggle up close to him. You rest your head on his chest, feeling a rush of affection go through you. You felt so safe and protected in his embrace. Such feelings almost overwhelmed you sometimes.

When you are both in a comfortable position, he opens the book. He rests it in between the both of you.

Before he speaks, you ask, “Oh! Can you do the voices too? Please?”

He sighs, looking down at you with fake exasperation. “Well, it wouldn’t be the same without them, would it?”

You shake your head and he shakes his head back at you, pecking you on the nose causing you to giggle.

“Read it, Kenny!”

Nanami gets to reading.

You can’t help but smile. Nanami reads so well. The low, soft timber of his voice is pleasant, like hot coco running down your throat, the smell of coffee being brewed in the morning, the rich, strong wood of a mahogany table in an antique store. It rumbles within your body like the gentlest earthquake there ever was.

And yes, his voices are perfect. He elongates his vowels and his voice takes on a sinister edge when speaking as the fox; uses a meek, high-pitched tone when he is the little mouse; an overly sophisticated one, using unnecessarily long words with his imitation the owl; puts emphasis on the letter ‘s’ when he voices the snake, making you laugh loudly into the relative quietness of the room.

“SsWhereSs AreSs Ssyou goingSs Ssto, littleSs brown Ssmouse?” He reads.

Nanami puts on a scary, deep grumble of a voice when he imitates the gruffalo, and you’re almost embarrassed to be a little bit scared of the gruffalo, just like you were when you were a kid. You nuzzle your face into Nanami’s chest.

“Too scary? He whispers.

You smile, suddenly shy. “Only a little.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologises with a kiss to your temple. “I’ll make it better.”

Nanami proceeds with a lighter tone, going above and beyond to make you cackle, adding his own comments just to see the way your eyes crinkle and sparkle with delight.

You eyes begin to falter towards the end of the book. It wasn’t even that long - you suppose you didn’t realise how tired you really were.

“All was quiet in the deep dark wood. The mouse found a nut and the nut was good.”

As Nanami finishes, he realises you are near fast asleep, eyes lidded and droopy.

He closes the book and puts it down on the bedside table. “It’s past someone’s bedtime, huh?”

“Hmm.” You hum. “Say goodnight to teddy.”

“Oh, right. How could I forget.”

Nanami leans over your body and kisses the top of the plushies head. “Goodnight, Mr Teddy.”

You smile, pleased and your heart warms with immense affection.

Nanami kisses your head, too. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night, Kenny…” You slur.

Before you notice, you’re drifting off into a mindless, heavy sleep, curled up in the arms of your lover, with the largest grin plastered across your face.

*

a/n: if you haven’t read the gruffalo then you should <3

[its-avalon-08]

what about franco x reader: reader wants to breakup with him cause she thinks their relationship might not survive his f1 career and she gets insecure about all the girls he’s going to meet and stuff but he reassures her he actually needs her by his side? 🙏

why me? (fc43)

✦ pairing - franco colapinto x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, break up, insecurity, fluff

Y/N's heart pounded as she stared at the news notification on her phone. Franco had finally done it—he had secured a seat with Williams in Formula 1. The moment she should’ve been ecstatic for him, proud of all his hard work and determination, instead left her feeling hollow. It wasn’t that she wasn’t proud of him; she was, more than words could express. But the overwhelming wave of uncertainty crushed her, drowning out the joy she wanted to feel.

This is it. This is the beginning of the end.

She could already see the cracks forming, fractures in their relationship that hadn’t even happened yet. Franco, with his charm and talent, was bound to be surrounded by so many new people—drivers, celebrities, and worst of all, beautiful women who’d be drawn to him like moths to a flame. He would be traveling constantly, pulled in a thousand directions by his career. Where did that leave her?

It’s better to end things now, she reasoned with herself, as painful as the thought was. She didn’t want to be the clingy girlfriend sitting on the sidelines, wondering if he’d forget about her. What if she wasn’t enough for him anymore? What if, in the chaos of fame, he realized he wanted more than what they had?

Tears burned her eyes as she stared blankly at the screen. I can’t do this. I have to let him go before he lets me go.

time skip

Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and unease as she walked into the paddock with Franco. The energy here was electric, buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Franco, in his Williams gear, looked like he belonged—every inch the rising F1 star. But that only heightened her anxiety.

As soon as they stepped further in, a small crowd began to gather around them, particularly around Franco. Models, influencers, and PR representatives, all with perfectly polished smiles, swarmed him, vying for his attention. Their bright laughter and easy charm grated on Y/N’s nerves, even though she tried her best not to show it. This was part of his life now, and she had to accept it.

But do I really?

One of the models leaned in a little too close, her hand brushing Franco’s arm as she laughed at something he said. Franco, ever polite, smiled and responded, clearly uncomfortable but not wanting to be rude. Y/N stood off to the side, suddenly feeling like an outsider in his world. The women around him were stunning—tall, glamorous, and effortlessly confident. How could she compete with that?

Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she absentmindedly unlocked it, scrolling through Instagram as a distraction. Her heart sank when she stumbled upon the latest post of Franco—one from his PR team, showing him posing by his car, looking effortlessly cool in his racing gear.

The comments were flooded with compliments.

“OMG, Franco is so hot. 😍” “Imagine being his girlfriend… I would die for that smile!” “Ugh, how is he single? I need him in my life.” “He could have any girl he wants tbh.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted, her fingers tightening around her phone as she scrolled through more of the comments. Each one felt like a knife digging deeper into her insecurities. These girls didn’t even know him, but they spoke as if he was already theirs.

She glanced up, catching Franco laughing politely at something one of the models said. The sight stung. He was just being his usual kind, respectful self, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch. Her mind raced with doubts. Would it always be like this? Her, standing on the sidelines, while he was surrounded by people who seemed to fit into his new world far better than she ever could?

Maybe this is how it starts, she thought, her throat tightening. Maybe one day he’ll realize he deserves someone like them—someone more glamorous, more confident, more… everything.

The thought hit her like a tidal wave. She could barely breathe as her fingers hovered over her phone screen. Should she say something? Should she pull him aside and tell him what was going through her mind? But then, would he even understand? Or would he just brush off her feelings as irrational?

She took a step back, trying to create space between herself and the scene unfolding in front of her. Her phone buzzed again, and she instinctively checked it, only to see more comments flooding in under Franco’s post.

“I can’t believe he’s still single… lucky girls at the paddock.” “Franco, when are you going to date someone? 😏”

Her heart dropped. I’m right here, but no one even knows that I exist. Y/N closed the app, shoving her phone into her pocket as she tried to fight off the suffocating wave of insecurity building inside her.

Franco finally broke free from the crowd, excusing himself from the models with a gracious smile before turning back to Y/N. He frowned when he noticed her distant expression, walking over and taking her hand. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine."

Franco didn’t seem convinced, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. "You sure? You’ve been quiet all morning."

Y/N glanced around at the women still lingering nearby, their gazes lingering on Franco even as he stood by her side. The weight of everything—the comments, the models, the reality of his new life—crushed her. I can’t do this.

"Yeah," she said, pulling her hand from his grasp. "I just need a moment alone." Before Franco could protest, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, confused, as her heart raced with the decision she had already made.

She couldn’t let this continue. She couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.

Y/N had barely spoken since Franco got back from his meetings with Williams. He immediately sensed something was wrong, her usually bright demeanor muted, her smiles forced.

"Y/N, what’s going on? You’ve been distant all day," Franco asked, concern etched in his face as he sat down beside her. His hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She pulled away slightly, feeling the weight of her decision crashing over her again. "Franco, I… I’ve been thinking. About us."

His brow furrowed, the confusion clear in his eyes. "What do you mean? What’s there to think about? Everything’s fine, isn’t it?"

Everything’s not fine.

She drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. "You’re going to be a Formula 1 driver, Franco. This is huge—bigger than anything. Your life is going to change completely, and I don’t… I don’t think our relationship is going to survive that."

He blinked, stunned. "What? Why would you even say that? Y/N, we’ve been through so much together, why would you think this would break us?"

"Because you’re going to be away all the time," she burst out, her voice trembling. "You’re going to meet all these new people, and—Franco, you’re going to be surrounded by girls who are way more interesting, more beautiful, more… everything than me. And I can’t compete with that. I’m scared that you’ll realize you don’t need me anymore."

He looked at her like she had just said the most absurd thing in the world. "Y/N, stop. You really think I care about any of that? About some random people I’m going to meet? That’s not what matters to me."

"You say that now," she muttered, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from the pain of her own words. "But what if it changes? You’ll be busy all the time, caught up in your career, and I’ll just be… here. Waiting."

Franco’s jaw clenched as he grabbed her hand, his eyes intense and unwavering. "I need you by my side, Y/N. Not some random person. You." He brought her hand to his chest, his heartbeat strong beneath her palm. "You’ve been with me through everything—the hard times, the wins, the losses. Do you really think I could go through this without you?"

She bit her lip, tears threatening to spill. "But what if—"

"No." Franco’s voice was firm, cutting off her doubts before they could take hold. "No more ‘what ifs.’ I love you, Y/N. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about the attention, the fans, or any of that. It’s you who grounds me. You’re what keeps me going, even when things get hard. I need you to believe that."

Y/N’s heart twisted, torn between the fear that had been eating away at her and the raw sincerity in his words. "But what if I hold you back? What if you need to focus on your career?"

"Then we figure it out together," he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. Not because of fear, not because of this career. I want you with me, every step of the way. You’re the only person who knows the real me. And I need that more than ever now."

Her resolve crumbled as she looked into his eyes, the weight of her fears slowly lifting. "I’m just scared, Franco," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m scared of losing you."

"You won’t," he promised, pulling her into his arms. "You’re not going to lose me. I need you with me, Y/N. We’re in this together. Always."

[astayinwonderland]

"After all, you're my wife." | Choi San

pairings: san x f.reader

genre: smut | fluff (if you squint)| +18 minors DNI

this is a mix between a poll and a request by @elfemi

summary: you marry san to make an alliance, and the agreement includes to live separate lives, but both of you seem to want each other (mafia!au)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, san calls you his little pet, cursing, degrading, praising, unprotected sex (pls no), cum play, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of violence (not towards reader) and drugs -- lmk if I forgot anything

Enjoy! (;

There are two things you have very clear. Your dad is dead and you fucking hate Choi San. Inheriting the position of mafia leader was your birthright, your dad raised you to be that woman. However, not everyone wants to see a woman in such a powerful position, to their misfortune, you were the late mafia boss’s only child. 

When your father fell ill, you knew it was time to get your position as leader and boss secure. That meant allying with someone rich and powerful. You were surprised that all eligible bachelors were too old, too young, or not powerful enough. 

Theo was standing behind you as your eyes scanned the guests your dad’s most trusted assistant invited for a ‘get-together and mingle with the corrupt elite of the country. He had become like an uncle to you, a genuine part of the family. With his kind eyes, but cold demeanor, he is the perfect person to have your back. 

“What about him?” Theo said. 

“Ugh no…” 

“You can’t keep saying no to everyone. Choose or I will choose for you tonight,” your dad finally spoke. Eyes not looking at you. This is not his favourite idea ever, but it was necessary. 

You couldn’t picture yourself with any of these men, but it was your duty. So you tried your best to be somewhat amicable and get to like at least one of them. With your wine glass in hand, you decided to talk to your pursuers. They would throw themselves at your feet, showering with compliments, showing off their riches, and to be honest being completely obnoxious. This is not what you needed. You needed someone who you could make a deal with and live separate lives while keeping the façade of a marriage. 

Shit, this was going to be hard. 

The door opened and at that moment you knew something was off. The entire room fell silent when the man with broad shoulders and shiny black hair walked in. His face was expressionless, with high cheekbones, and not a trace of sympathy. You would think he would come to greet you, that’s the reason why he is there, but he just bows in your direction and walks over to the bar. 

The conversation around you resumed, whispers commented on the politician’s son. His father was a powerful drug lord who controlled one of the borders. No wonder he has so much influence. Your brain made a quick list of pros and cons, and so it seemed Choi San would be the right choice for you. 

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San was aware his father was a criminal but when he was pushed to marry you, he did everything he could think of to change his father’s mind. He begged he asked to be sent away, hell, he even asked for physical punishment. But Mr. Choi was a greedy, greedy man, and he saw in you an opportunity to be even greedier, richer, and more powerful. This was truly the perfect alliance. 

Your dad’s body wasn’t ever cold yet when San got the call and the whole marriage circus began to play. At least the ceremony would be short and he would get to move into his room in your mansion and get it over with. San only met you that one time, but he remembered very well how you looked. In one word, terrifying. You would make the perfect fake wife. 

San watched you walk toward him dressed in black, a dress that covered your legs right above the knees but left little to his imagination from the way the cleavage showed off your round and soft breasts. He just politely nodded at you. At the end of the day, there was nothing to celebrate, your dad was dead and he had to pretend to be your loving husband for the rest of his life or until something or someone killed him. 

With no kiss to seal the deal, San just signed the papers and tried to give you a smile, which was awkward. 

“I am sorry for your loss,” he said. 

You returned the smile, less awkwardly, and patted his shoulder. For a split second, San saw something in you, maybe kindness, but that was all forgotten when you two started living together. 

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“Yeah… fuck, don’t fucking stop, don't fucking—” your voice bounces on the walls, you are so close. 

“Ah.. ah!” the deep voice behind you moans as he cums way too soon. 

San closes his eyes across the hallway. Why do you have to be so fucking loud? To be honest, he wishes he could shut you up once and for all. Moving in with you was necessary, he understands that, part of the arranged marriage and your agreement. However, San never imagined how opinionated and bossy you could be. One thing was your role as the new mafia leader, another thing was you ordering him around the house like some unloved pet. 

Tonight, nonetheless, San wouldn’t take that anymore, so he did something unexpected. He left his bedroom and went looking for you. Was he out of his mind? Probably, you specifically instructed to ‘stay the fuck away’ and since your marriage was fake, you could find carnal pleasure with anyone you wanted. 

San walked out of his bedroom. His pajama pants hanging low, his shirt forgotten somewhere in his room. He still wore his reading glasses and his black hair was wet, and slicked back. Your bedroom door abruptly opens and an unfortunate man flies out of your room. He is in his underwear trying to flee the scene grabbing his clothes as your upset persona watches not too far from the door. San’s curious eyes find your figure, and my oh my, what on earth are you wearing? 

If San didn’t know any better he would be jealous of the thin piece of clothing that gets to touch your soft skin. You have no shame as you stand there in front of your husband. The peach, sheer dress dances loosely on your body, however, it shows off your beautiful body. San can see your nipples hardening under such a provocative piece of clothing as his eyes scan even further south to find the core of your intimacy unclothed. 

“Cat got your tongue?” you ask. 

“N-no, I was just… taking a break from reading. I couldn't focus,” he crosses his arms across his chest and something in you wonders how you never paid any close attention to those broad shoulders and itty bitty tiny waist. 

“Was I being too loud? Apologies.” 

“Not at all, I believe you can be louder… with the right encouragement.” 

The audacity. He can’t speak to you like this… he has never done something so daring. Your heart races and a familiar heat travels from your chest down to your legs. 

“Go to your room, San,” you scold him and close the door. 

San rolls his eyes. He has had enough of you bossing him around as if he was your puppy or servant. So on this night, Choi San decided something. He will make you see him for what he is, an important part of your alliance, a capable, fierce man, and your husband. 

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The days pass and you haven’t seen much of San. You haven’t seen him at all. Is not a surprise not to see him or know of him for a day or two, however, it’s been 9 days since you had your little after-hours encounter. You sit in front of various members of the cartel and trusted members of the mafia your father once led. Theo, your father’s favourite and now your confidant, continues to sit to the right of the boss, you. 

“We are losing territory, it’s like we don’t have enough people from our side…” one protests. 

“The matter is getting resolved. I suspect there is someone infiltrated in one of our negotiations or maybe lines have been tapped–” 

You are cut mid-sentence when the doors are almost torn from their hinges and your husband enters the room. He is agitated, pulling a beaten man by the collar of his crimson-stained shirt, the same crimson colour that decorates San’s knuckles and hands. The stranger is pushed and kicked to your feet, and you almost feel pity for his bruised face. 

“Sorry to drop in unannounced, love,” San starts, leaving that last word resonating in your head. “This little rat here has something to tell us, don’t you?” San walks over to him and pulls him by the root of his hair making his eyes meet yours. “Look at my wife when you speak, scum, or do I need to break the rest of your fingers one by one?” 

And now you see it, his left hand, disfigured, broken bones making his muscles swell under his skin. 

“Speak,” you command. 

“I– I know who’s been feeding information to Viggiano.” 

As soon as you hear the name you stand from your chair and grab his face. 

“You better start talking before you lose your tongue as well,” you look at the disheveled man, then back at San. His eyes have such an intense glare, you’ve never seen him like this. It makes the hairs on your back rise.

“Pl-please no, I–” as the man stutters he keeps looking past you, which makes you turn to see Theo standing right there. The kindness in his eyes was now replaced by threat and fear. 

“No…” a small gasp leaves your lips. 

“You are never going to be the right person to lead, everyone knows–” Theo starts. 

Slap! You can’t believe the speed at which your body moved to hit your so-called uncle across the face. Two of your guards grab him by the arms, waiting for your command, but San is quicker. He bumps the disheveled man’s head with the table, knocking him unconscious. Like a predator to its prey, he walks towards Theo. You don’t see it coming but one punch from San and Theo is coughing blood. 

“That’s enough, San. You can go now.” 

San is in disbelief, but he lets out a deep chuckle that makes you and your company know he is indeed annoyed by your decision. 

“I want his nose and ears cut off, for being a liar and an eavesdrop, send them to Viggiano,” you walk towards the door. “Sleeping beauty over there loses his tongue. I want them both dead by midnight… oh and let this be an example of what happens if you betray your boss,” you finally exit the room, listening to the ‘yes ma’ams’ behind you. 

The night seems to be the longest one you’ve ever lived. This is not the first tough decision you make, but this is the first time someone close betrays you, and it hurts. It hurts bad, so you cry in the loneliness of your room. You curse. You throw things around and you scream. Everyone has been instructed not to bother you, except for one person. 

“May I come in?” San’s voice is soft outside the door. 

“Leave me alone!” 

San enters your room regardless and nothing stops him from getting to you. He holds your wrists. 

“You need to stop bossing me around, I know you are upset but I am not your puppy or your slave.” 

“You disappeared for 9 days and came home with a big surprise. Great! But you mean nothing to me, Choi San, and I mean nothing to you! Just get out before I call the guards.” 

“Nothing to you? Nothing to me!?” he is even more shocked than before and you see in his eyes that look he gave you when you got married but now it is enhanced. It is sympathy. It is agony. It is lust, pain, and love. Deep down you know he means something to you or you would have him dragged out of your room in this very minute. 

You don’t get to answer when San’s lips are already on yours and you find yourself kissing this handsome man back. This handsome man is legally your husband, but you have never kissed before. His lips are hungry and wanting, making you thirst for him as your tongues collide and his needy hands cup your ass. 

“See how lovely it can be when you don’t boss me around and you shut up.” 

Fuck.

The wetness between your legs just grows and you have no words to answer back. His mouth is on your delicate neck, oh he needs to make a work of art here, your skin looks like it could bruise easily. San sucks on various points, his tongue lapping over the marks he leaves behind. Your moaning goes from soft to breathy and impatient. One of your hands reaches under your nightgown and San slaps it away. 

“No, love, you don’t get to relieve yourself until I fucking say so. Now be a good pet and strip for me, would ya?” 

You take off your clothes as fast as you can, pathetic. A week ago, San was just the most annoying housemate, a convenient inconvenience, but now you’re here naked in front of him. His eyes are dark scanning your body, planning how he is going to ruin you, and you are going to let him do as he pleases. 

“On your knees.” 

And you drop to your knees looking up at his adoring face with a wicked smile. He lowers his pants just enough for you to see his cock already leaking for you.

“Such a good pet, would you help me out?” 

You continuously nod and pull his pants further down. His cock is beautiful, perfect, just like him. Slightly curved, just the right thickness, and a bit longer than average. You spit on it and start with your hand, jerking him off, up and down, up and down. Without interrupting the pace you lick his balls and earn the most sensual moan from San’s lips. So you put your mouth to work. You put him between your wet needy lips and push him in, sucking, tasting all of him. San’s breath is heavier when you start bopping your head up and down. He suddenly grabs your hair and takes control, fucking your face and watching you take it. To his eyes, you were already so beautiful, but this is something else.

“See how beautiful you look with your mouth shut, so obedient, now be a good wife and take this cock.” 

You moan at his words, how can they make you so horny when you had no plan of sleeping with him. The vibrations in your throat send San spinning and he is too close to cuming, but not yet. He pulls out of your mouth and helps you up, and with a slap to your ass, he takes you to bed. He signals you to straddle him. You normally don’t like eye contact with your sexual partners but there is something about San that makes it different. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock and I only want to hear how good it feels, okay?” 

You sit on his cock slowly, letting yourself adjust to his length and girth. When you start to bounce on top of him, San has to use all of his willpower not to drill into you like some kind of wild animal, he can do that any other time if you let him. The way you are making him feel is ecstatic. Your tits moving up and down so close to his face he has to suck on them. The feeling of his tongue on your nipples makes you want to cry for pleasure. You let out a high-pitched moan.

“Words, little pet, I wanna hear them– fuck,” San throws his head back as your pace becomes quicker. He slaps your ass, once, twice. 

“I love it, I fucking love it, San… fuck. I like it right there, so fucking perfect. I want you to fucking split me in half,” you just let words out, words derived from the ecstasy of having his cock buried deep inside you. 

And that was the queue for San to let go and fuck you like he wanted. Like you wanted. He now fucks you faster than the pace you set earlier. His hands bruising your hips, the skin-to-skin contact adding even more passion, and his eyes… His eyes on yours making you feel his, making you feel safe, making you feel you can let go and– 

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum… fuckfuckfuck!” 

And San holds you while your body trembles and your high makes your brain explode into a thousand little particles of pure lust and sin. Fuck the way your heart races, you can hear it in your ears. He puts you on the bed and your reaction time doesn’t catch up with your brain when your legs are wrapped around his waist and he is entering you. 

“San…” you whisper. 

He stops. He is unsure if this is too much and he is willing to stop. 

“San, San, San…” you keep saying his name like a plead, a prayer to the heavens as your hips move forward. You want more. 

“Bet. No one. Ever. Fucked you. Like. This.” San says between thrusts so deep you can feel him in your cervix. “Look at you all fucked out, my obedient pet, taking my cock so well, wanting to cum again. Is that what you want?” 

You nod desperately, anything for another intense orgasm with him. You only want this with him. His hands touching you, his moans on your ears, his voice commanding you to cum again and again. 

This time San fucks you slower, you can feel every inch of him inside you as you clench around his erection encouraging him to keep going. He grabs your thighs to pull you even closer to him, angling your hips higher making you not say his name, but scream it. 

“Yes, fuck, keep saying my name just like that.” 

So you did as he entered you, ruining you for any other man who dared match him. You were his, the man who saved your life and fucks you into oblivion. Now you were close, so close to your climax and you needed to cum like oxygen itself. 

“You don’t get to cum without me, hold it like the good pet that you are,” he says struggling to make a coherent sentence, he was very close too. 

You try hard not to cum before he does, but looking at him sweaty, chasing his high, fucking you as no one has done before does something to you. Your hands squeeze your tits together while your eyes close, trying to last longer. San could have combusted with that sight alone. 

“Cum– cum now… fuck!” 

The tightness in your belly is now free as you both cum. It is so fucking loud that your head hurts. His seed spills deep inside you and if you felt full before, now it’s even better, your legs feel like gelatin. San gently places them down. You are thinking he will probably leave you to go back to his room but he does the unexpected. 

His thumb is over your extremely sensitive clit and two of his slender fingers push his cum back inside you. You scream closing your legs. He smiles. 

“You need to take it all, love,” that’s it… the dom session is over and he uses that word that makes your heart flutter. 

“I can’t.” 

San licks your clit, tasting the mix of both of your releases. His fingers thrust in slowly, slightly angling up until you squirm under his touch. 

“Ah, right there? You like it there, love?”

“Mmmm-ugh yesfuck…ah–” you babble. 

San continues his tortuous pace until he latches once again his mouth to your clit. You see stars, you don’t know how your body is taking this, it is so fucking good, he is so fucking good. The way he keeps you on edge and makes you want more and more. Fuck, you can’t even think and you feel your body about to orgasm but something is different. 

“San, San… stop. I’m gonna–” and you squirt, drenching him in your juices. 

“That’s a good girl.” He licks your entrance once last time before collapsing beside you, his arms open inviting you to rest on his broad and hard chest. 

“You are not allowed to sleep in the other room anymore. From now on you sleep here, okay?” 

“You’re ordering me around, but I will follow your command. After all, you are my wife,” he hugs you tightly. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ —this took me forever but I am in love with this san! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated and let me know if you would like to be part of the taglist.

[leth-writes]

Some thoughts about Tim and the Batfam

SUMMARY: just thinking about Tim and the batfam

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans. HEAVY discussion of drugging and taking away of autonomy.

MASTERLIST: https://www.tumblr.com/leth-writes/757800060720496640/requests-open?source=share 

Requests are open!

Tim is a really interesting person, in general. I’m just obsessed with the idea of him drugging a darling, just keeping them all pliant and sleepy and curled up in his bed, even if he’s platonic. 

He spends a lot of time just…watching you, whether that be through cameras or in real life.

You never find the cameras, even though you know they’re there. If you asked him, he wouldn’t deny it. Why would he? There’s nothing you could do about it, and he honestly doesn’t trust your opinions on your own safety. Tim views you as quite innocent and naive, and that’s part of why he spends so much time building a little cocoon in the bed for you to curl up in, your soft snuffles just barely moving the light sheet he’s laid around you.

Just. UGH. I think at first he’d drug your food.

But you start noticing, and you start avoiding food. This sets the rest of the batfam off; is TIm not taking care of you properly?!

(They sometimes talk about you like a pet. It’s weird. You’ve learned not to mention it.)

In response, you’re tied down with soft satin straps and drugged out of your mind through an IV. You’re on an all-liquid diet, practically seeing stars. Tim doesn’t need you conscious or coherent, just safe from harm, after all.

I could even see him putting you in a temporary coma, at least until the heat from your kidnapping dies down. 

I can’t get  over the idea of you just. Trusting him so much, so naively, and he’s just. Fucking drugging your hot chocolate to get you to the manor, he knows if he doesn’t then Jason will and Jason won’t be as gentle about it.

UGH just imagine him doing those exercises every day with you to keep your muscles from atrophying AGHHHH

You wake up afterwards, it’s dark and your mouth is dry. You try to sit up- and you can’t. You’re too weak, too tired from the still-present drugs coursing through your veins. It’s then you see a bright flash, illuminating the corner and it’s FUCKING TIM JUST STANDING THERE

He uses his best camera, just dedicates it to pictures of you, creates an album.

He shows it to everyone else, they’re all cooing and aweing and you’re just sitting there like HELLO PLEASE LET ME LEAVE 🙁

Eventually he might even give you a bit of a choice. You can eat the food, or you can get an injection. When you take the injection you lose an entire day of time, and who knows what the FUCK happened? (nothing, Tim just. Spent most of the day working, occasionally taking the time to brush a hand over your face, just gently tracing your features.)

The others start to get annoyed Tim’s hogging you, and he gets you a wheelchair. You’re too weak, too drugged to be able to move yourself around, and he somehow manages to put some sort of thing on the wheels that lock if you try to go out the door. Like the fucking Grocery Carts.

He starts wheeling you around, letting you see the garden and the birds and Batcow. You spend a lot of time in the library with Alfred the cat curled in your lap, purring as you try to follow the plot of a simple book, your eyes too blurry to see the words properly.

Jason’ll read to you, he likes the bonding time. Plus, your eyes can’t really focus on anyone’s face too long, so he doesn’t have to worry about you being scared by the scars ripped into his skin by his death.

Cass’ll roll you into her studio, prop you against the wall, and just do a stunning routine. Unfortunately you can’t see it very well, and you clap really slowly because your hands feel like they’re filled with lead. She appreciates the effort.

Dick eventually takes over your stretches, though he does sometimes have to fight Bruce for the right. Both love helping you gently stretch out your limbs, admiring the shaking that only comes from intense effort. You’re cute, like a newborn lamb.

It’s infuriating watching Dick do all these complicated moves, while you can barely lift your head, but oh well, they’re so happy you’re here!!

Damian treats you like a younger sibling, even though you’re significantly older than him. He adores having this position of power over you, and abuses it to spend most of his time with you just. Showing you his animals. Titus is practically your emotional support dog at this point, and he trains Ace to be your guard dog.

Bruce loves having you curled up in the office, snoring slightly on the couch, as he slowly wades his way through work. He’ll throw a blanket over you, even as you whimper and shy away from the food he’s hand-feeding you. You aren’t allowed to feed yourself anymore, hell you can barely lift your hand to your mouth.

You eventually get used to spending all your time just. Hanging around, sleeping and letting everyone else do everything for you.

[bellewintersroe]

hiiii!! :) if you don't mind can you write something for nando? I am kinda going thru a fernando phase rn 🤭 ik ik. There is a lack of fics for him...I literally prob read all the fanfics in the app. If you don't want to it's totally fine!

Thanks a lot! :)))

honestly I’m 24/7 in my Fernando phase that man is beautiful so I’m happy for you hehehe, I agree there’s such a lack of fics!!! Thank you for your request I appreciate it, I hope some headcannons are okay for you!! <3 <3 some NSFW headcanons at the end, so feel free to skip that! Sorry this isn’t longer or more detailed, but I wrote it on a whim seeing your request!! <3

Fernando Alonso Headcanons x Reader

First of all this man is a goofball, he loves to have fun and joke around. I feel like a lot of the time he’d be such a lighthearted boyfriend, always smiling, anyways joking with you. He’d be soooo fun.

Obviously can be serious when the time comes- but he would 1000% crack up in situations he’s not supposed to. This in return would cause you, his partner to start giggling.

he’d deffo hide his face in your neck, muffling his giggles with hands gripping your hips for dear life.

probs gets you both in a spot of trouble, but he’d be sooo good at making up for it.

I think because he’s older he’d potentially be a better communicator? I mean who knows, maybe I’m delusional but I feel like Nando would be a really unproblematic boyfriend because he’s just sooo easy going and comfortable around you that there wouldn’t be much potential conflict.

Maybe you’d have normal couple bickers but I think Nando would start smirking in the middle of it and the subject immediately gets dropped or you laugh it off.

not too big on showing PDA, especially if you’re a private person, he knows being with him comes with lot of media attention.

gets confused when people start making edits of you? But low key watches them and enjoys seeing your beautiful face plastered all over his phone.

probs changes his screen saver to a pic of you both and it would remain that exact same picture for the next 100 decades.

pulls your hair (gently) to wind you up, pinched your bum (in private), pokes you, bites you- I feel like he’d like to tease you as a form of fun.

holds your hand in public and guides you through crowds, especially if you’re nervous onfggggg no imagine his arms like barricading in front of you so nobody can get near you.

not afraid to get a lil physical if somebody does cross that boundary. Nothing too intense, but he’d hold a hand out, pushing maybe a little too firmly, to get them away from you.

Protects you physically and emotionally? I can’t think of the right word, but he protects your modesty always.

let’s say it’s a little blustery on the beach and you’re wearing a shorter dress- the paps would be obsessive and Fetnando would stand in front of you so they couldn’t get a single glimpse of you.

no omg he’d hold your skirt down with his thumb and forefinger to prevent anything being flashed. You wouldn’t even realise what was going on, but Nando being used to the vulture activity, knows exactly what they’d be attempting to get pics of. Gross!!

sooo polite when meeting your family and friends aahhhhhh- and after you’ve met his family I can imagine him being all giddy and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

LOVES seeing you on the race weekends, the atmosphere is sooooo much more fun and rewarding when you’re at the GP’s

nsfw headcanons:

This man gives you the most intense eye contact and sex eyes ever.

would mutter your name to himself when he’s teasing you or something, ugh it’s so sexy with his accent.

like it’s your first few times meeting and the sexual attraction between you both is unreal, you’d melt under his gaze omfg.

holds your hand through it, loves it when you grip his arms omfg.

oh omfg 10928473% talks you through it. So so sexy, especially when he switched it up to Spanish one time. He nervously laughed a little, but when he realised you loved it omfg, he’d ramp up the dirty talk.

you’re deffo his good girl and his baby ugh he’s so vocal, especially when he’s close to finishing.

always asks if you’re okay, if you’re comfortable, consent is a huge turn on idgaf- he makes everything sexy and you’d just feel so safe and respected with him.

Fernando would deffo love doggy like omfg, imagine him going at it I can’t it’s sinful-

When you guys do missionary he’d put his whole bodyyyyy into it like omg.

Probs goes feral when you suck him off for the first time.

eats pussy like a king- and when you pull his hair omg he’s moaning against you.

Youd probs find him in his fireproofs so sexy and when he gets a little touchy the two of you practically RACE back to the hotel or wherever you’re staying.

expect several memes being made of this in the morning, when Nando’s pictured squeezing your bum and staring at your boobies omg- everybody goes feral.

Such a romantic and passionate lover, not into anything too cringe, but would try pretty much anything you want.

probs gets giggly after sex.

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

[megumismyhusband]

how the phantom busters boys act when they have a crush!

mogari:

• saw you wear a hoodie once and now he can’t stop imagining you in his hoodie

• writes your name in the corner of his notebook and draws hearts around it like he’s in middle school

• his phone wallpaper is you but it’s a sneaky picture you didn’t even know he took. he zooms in and stares at it when he’s sad.

• talks to the vending machine like it’s you when he’s bored. “oh hey… fancy seeing you here. want a juice?”

• tried to impress you once by doing parkour off a bench. fell. still told the story like he nailed it.

eugene:

• ok yeah he’s definitely the most normal one.

• he gets flustered sometimes but he handles it like a champ. like you’ll compliment his new fit and he’ll be like “thanks, you look nice too” (he’s internally screaming)

• probably the only one who talks to you like a functioning human being

• the type to casually offer to walk you home or help carry your stuff. doesn’t make it a big deal, but thinks about it all night

• he’ll be laying in bed like “i hope they ate today. should i text them? no. no. okay maybe.” sends a chill text like “hey, did u eat” then throws his phone across the room

kotaro:

• he heard you like a certain snack once and now he buys it all the time hoping you’ll notice

• makes up entire scenarios in his head like “okay so what if we were stuck in an elevator together and then they realized they loved me”

• always finds excuses to be around you. “oh you’re going to the store? i was just about to go too!” (he was not)

• has a playlist dedicated for his scenarios with you

• has you saved in his phone as something embarrassing like “sunshine angel heart emoji”

kaoru:

• still pretending he doesn’t care. but he’s so obvious.

• glares at anyone who flirts with you like they just insulted his entire bloodline

• helps you with stuff but complains the whole time like “ugh fine whatever” while literally running to do it

• talks about you like you’re just “some person” but if someone else talks about you? he’s like “shut up you don’t know them like i do”

• the type to stand in front of the mirror practicing how to casually say “you look nice today” then never actually says it because he chickens out every time.

[sultanforareason]

Can’t sleep ~ Katsuki Bakugo

It was another night where I couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning around. I groan as I stand up. A little walk wouldn’t hurt. I make my way to the common room to sit on the couch. I sigh and throw my head back. Theres a sudden sound of somebody approaching. I snap my head to look at them but when I realize who it is I just roll my eyes.

Katsuki Bakugo… of course. He’s in his pyjamas, messy hair. He just stands there. “What are you doing here, idiot.” Its sounds like a threat instead of a question. “Couldn’t sleep..” I answer, not in the mood to fight right now. He then sits down next to me. Manspreading and folding his arms against his chest. He sits close but theres still a fair amount of space between us.

I side eye him. There’s a silence. Neither of us looking at eachother. “Why cant you sleep…?” He suddenly asks. “I don’t even know..” I answer and then ask back. “you..?”. He groans. “none of your damn business.” Damn alright. I roll my eyes. The moonlight just slightly shining enough for me to see something. I look him up and down but still side eyeing so he doesn’t notice. He does look attractive even when he just got out of bed. His messy hair suits him. Ugh whatever.

He’s yawning and even if I dont want him to leave, I say “go to bed, you’re obviously tired, idiot”. I look away to smile. He’s probably gonna get angry now. He for sure doesn’t like to be bossed around. “What did you just say..” I can practically feel him look at me with angry eyes. I look at him and then start smiling. “you’re cute when you’re mad..” I tease him.

“Shut up… I’m not cute..” he looks away. Is he flustered? I grin like an idiot and turn to him. I fake gasp. “Are you blushing..?” I take it even further. He slowly turns to me. “I will kill you..” he mutters and then suddenly i’m being pinned down. His hands gripping my wrists. I start laughing and at the same time, try not to.

“You think this is funny..? You think its funny to mess with me.. stupid idiot..” he starts threatening me and leans closer to my face. My laughter then dies down when I realize the others are still sleeping. Damn he is way too close right now. Suddenly I am aware of our current position. One knee between my legs. “you’re just so easy to mess with.. can you blame me?” I continue.

“Shut up.. I am not easy. You’re just a pain in the ass.” He says and then leans even closer. Our noses just barely touching. He smirks. He is such an ass. He’s doing rhis on purpose. I don’t even know if this means anything to him. It’s probably all just a joke to him. Ass. “Whats wrong? You seem tense..” he says with a smug smile.

“I-Im not tense” FŲCK WHY DO I STUTTER NOW. He leans back now. He is basically staring at me right now. “hmm you look really nervous right now.. what’s there to be nervous about?” He obviously teases. My heart literally HAMMERS against my chest. Can he hear it? Oh man this is so embarrassing. He still stares at me and tightens his grip. Weirdo.

Im not letting him win this. I suddenly wrap my legs around his waist and turn around. We fall to the ground with a thud. It seems to shock him because his grip just slightly weakens. I take the opportunity to now pin his hands down. His eyes wide just for a second. He’s good at hiding his emotions.

Right now he’s the speechless one. Damn never ever would I have imagined to see him like this. “Whats wrong, kat? You seem tense..” I copy his words. His face flushes at the mockery. “You… stupid… extra… get off me!” He says in a low tone. Almost scary… if he wasn’t under me. I giggle. He’d probably rip anyones head off if they dare to do this to him.

I lean closer to him just as he did to me. It feels wrong for him to look up at me. Seeing him so vulnerable damn. This can’t be real. “Weren’t you gonna kill me?” I ask him softly. I let go off his wrists to caress his cheek but he almost immediately grabs my hand and sits up. Mind you I was straddling him so now Im basically sitting on him. My eyes widen. Damn I didn’t expect this.

He’ll deffo kill me now. His eyes show anger, I gulp. Then notice that his hands are around my waist. Were they there ever since he sat up? Ugh I cant even think clearly. I swear I just saw him look at my lips for a brief moment. Is this real? It can’t be. He’s probably just tired. “kat…?” I softly call out. The silence killing me.

His expression still angry.. but also something else? I can’t quite describe it. “…yeah…?” He basically breathes out. Damn that was hot. ‘Just kiss me idiot’ my mind screams. And as if he could hear it, he roughly grabs my chin. He presses his lips onto mine and tilts my head for his liking. My hands on his chest. Is this a dream? Is hot-head Bakugo actually kissing me right now?

We pull apart and I start grinning like an idiot.

“stop.. stop smiling like that, nerd”

_____

this seems rushed sorry

[la-gotica-fantasma]

8 realistic situations to add to your writing -

Disclaimers: I cannot stress enough that I am not at all trying to tell you what to write, these are just some concepts / prompts. - My title does not mean that your more lovey-dovey scenes are unrealistic, I just couldn't think of how to title this - Some of these are scenes that have been used in my writing, so if by the off chance you are using any of these, please don’t copy the dialogue word for word. :}

ROMANTIC -

1) When both of them are cuddling / holding hands and one of them starts sweating.

★ “Ugh! I love you, but I don’t love all this sweat you produce!” “But it’s my love for you seeping out of my pores!” “I couldn't care less what it is. Off!” “Fine, your majesty.”

2) Each character hating their mother in law / partners mother

★ “Mom is asking to visit.” “And do what?” “I’m not sure, check up on everyone?” “She can check up her own ass for the stick I know she’s lost up there.”

★ “Well, your mother is no saint.” “She never claimed to be!” “Uh-huh, and when has mine?” “Circa-” “Okay! Truce?” “Truce.”

3) Character X bringing up a pet peeve they have with Character Y at a family gathering.

★ “Character Y does this one thing when they eat- they never scoop up their food with their fork, they’ll just attack it! Sometimes I can’t stand it.” “You never told me that bothered you?” “It didn’t bother me enough to mention it.” “Not until a family dinner?” “I didn’t mean anything negative by it-” **cue Character Y aggressively attacking their food with their fork** “Okay, I get it! We’ll talk later.”

4) Character X and Character Y bake with each other, except realistically.

★ “Character X, why are your arms wrapped around me?” “Because I love you.” “I love you too but I also love being able to actually mix the ingredients together.”

★ “Get the eggs!” “You told me to stop buying eggs because ‘inflation will kill us all’.” “I wasn’t wrong but, UGH-! I need eggs!” “Well I got them anyway, but still.”

★ “Stop touching things!” “How am I supposed to bake without touching anything?!” “You aren’t!”

5) Planning lies they'll tell in 5 years when people ask how they met.

★ "What if we say that we were playing bumper cars and I hit you so hard I fell into your car?" "Hmm.. how about we say that I was going to my best friends wedding and I was all down and glum, but a friend of mine told me to 'have some fun' and that maybe I'd meet someone special at the wedding, and that's when I saw you. You and a little yellow umbrella that I've seen in so many places before, and we just talked about our past together?" "I think that's been done before." "By who?" "One of the most popular rom-coms ever aired."

★ "We could say I saved you from-" "I'm gonna stop you right there." "Fine. What's your idea then, if you're so smart?" "We tell them we met in a psychiatric ward." "Wow. Exquisite thinking." "Just imagine the looks on their faces!"

PLATONIC / ROMANTIC -

6) Those moments where neither party can decide on something so they do nothing, only for them both to yell out what they want and it coincidentally be an agreement.

★ “What do you want for dinner?” “I’m not sure, what do you want?” “I dunno.” **cue them both lazing around, doing nothing for minutes** “Spaghetti.” “It’s like you can read my mind.”

7) Character X asking Character Y how their day went, and Character Y just breaks down in tears- not because their day was bad, but just because Character X asked.

★ “Hi, how was work?” **cue ‘ugly’ sobbing** “Oh no, was it really that bad?” “No- It just- It was just- sweet to- ask-”

8) Stuff that should be awkward really not being awkward at all.

★ “Did you just fart?” “Yeah.” “Okay, good.” “‘Good’?” “Good that it’s not a gas leak.” “Yeah, I had to force it out a little bit.” "So definitely not a leak." "Definitely not."

p.s. Your writing is captivating as always suga, and I am abidingly proud of you and your work. <3

Morbid affection,

- Tipsy ᓚᘏᗢ