#crush imagine

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Sleepless Nights

WARNING(s): Nothing. Just some soft fluff.

You sighed at your boyfriend's seemingly neverending tossing and turning in your shared bed. It was honestly getting annoying at this point. Him not sleeping meant you weren't sleeping.

"C/N." you poked him.

"Whaaat?" he groaned, groggily rolling over to face you.

"I can't sleep." you said. "Your tossing and turning is keeping me up."

"Excuse me for trying to get comfortable."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. He was always grumpy when stricken with insomnia. You tried to sit upright, but were met with C/N pulling you into his bare chest and wrapping his arms around you.

"What are you doing?" you questioned.

"What? Am I not allowed to cuddle with my girl?"

You chuckled and nestled into him. His pecs were like pillows. You felt him peck the top of your head as he began to run his fingers through your hair, his other arm resting on your shoulders.

"I love you." he whispered, making you blush.

"I love you too." you smiled up at him, your cheeks the color of cherries.

He sweetly kissed your lips before you laid back down on his chest. Pretty soon you felt yourself starting to fall asleep. Perhaps you just needed a cuddle.

"Aw, are you falling asleep, sweetheart?" he continued to play with your hair.

"Mhm." you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Your hum prompted a soft, breathy giggle out of C/N. His lips tapped your forehead as he started to rub your back. The sight of you falling asleep in his arms was simply precious to him. He wanted to cherish this moment forever. Soon enough, you were out.

"Sweet dreams, my love." his lips once again met your forehead.

Not long after, he fell asleep too. The two of you stayed like that until morning, when you woke up in each other's embrace.

[theynlife]

And suddenly, every novel was about you.

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

I’d Do Anything

“You didn’t have to do that…” you smiled. He drowsily shook his head, grinning.

“No problem,” he smirked.

Actually, it was a problem.

At least to you.

He’d taken a massive hit for you.

You were still wondering why the boys were attempting to play dodgeball with a basketball, for one. You were so close to being in the position he was, sprawled out on a cot, but he saved you.

“Does it still hurt?” You laid your hand on his.

“Meh,” he murmured. “Not really.” His swelling, bruised forehead said otherwise. Jalen Hairr had the best arm out of anyone in your PE class, so when that ball was flying toward you, you thought it’d be the end.

“Are you sure?” you softly cooed.

“Yeah yeah.” His eyes sleepily wandered around the room, his drunken laugh making your heart flutter. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. "Just shaken up, haha."

"Right..."

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?” He tilted his head up, smiling. “Or-”

“No no… Stay.”

Forcing away a dopey giggle, you shifted on the small stool to make yourself more comfortable. You could tell your presence made him relax more, but he still winced like he was in terrible pain.

“Alrighty then!” You laughed at his dramatic swoon. “Not for long. Mrs. Ortega’s gonna make me leave.”

“What’s your next class?”

“Pre-calc...", you grimaced. “Honors.”

“Damn. Pretty and smart?” He chortled, his eyes weary. You both made eye contact for a split second- it almost seemed like he got lost in yours.

"Maybe that ball hit you harder than we thought." You tried laughing it off. He'd never say that to you if he was in his right mind. Right?

"Maybe."

Mhm.

"You know I'd do anything for you." he chuckled.

"Hm?"

He turned away from you... as if just realizing what he'd said.

"It's true-" he whispered. "I would."

"Oh... That's great to know."

Seriously? oH, tHaT's GrEaT tO kNoW!

Stupid.

"You really would?" you quirked.

"Of course. Who wouldn't? Y-You're amazing." He shook his head, still not looking you in the eye, like he was in a daze. The daze of your beauty. The daze of how happy you made him.

"You're amazing."

He made you smile, and you finally met his eyes again.

You playfully tugged on his finger, him returning the favor by lightly kicking your foot.

"AH- I've been hit!"

"A soldier is down. I repeat a soldier is down!' He boasted in his deep commander voice, grinning like a kid.

"T-tell my husband I love h- bleh. And death."

He laughed at your antics. Maybe getting hit in the forehead with an extremely hard basketball wasn't so bad after all.

[milkchocolate-e]

Imagine loving someone to the point you mindlessly write you guys initials together and doodle small hearts around their name with a goofy smile planted on your face.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

ᥴᥣoυdყ wιth ᥲ ᥴhᥲᥒᥴᥱ ᥱᥒᥴoυᥒtᥱr

Pairing: Ian Castillo x reader (Ian belongs to vivinofun on insta)

Genre: Fluff, First Meeting, College AU

Warnings: None

Word count: 390

☄. *. ⋆ 「7:14pm」 - Wet arrows pelted at your skin from above. If not, for the fact that you were running late and forgot to check the weather, you wouldn't be hastily trudging for cover. Your last lecture of the evening ran longer than anticipate. You initially planned on stopping at the library however the gentle plucking turned effervescent pitter-patter within seconds.

It was just your luck that you'd forgotten your umbrella in your dorm room. By no means were you dressed for such a downpour either. Clamminess along your arms proved vexing even as you scrapped your original destination. Your pace quickened in tandem with rain drumming the ill-lit sidewalk and foliage.

Your long-sleeved shirt clung to you as feeble attempts were made to wipe the rain from dripping in your eyes and mouth. Standing impatiently at the crosswalk, your thoughts of a warm shower and your cozy blankets kept you to a small extent inattentive of your moistened footwear.

You shuddered, a sixth sense coursed through your nerves. A feeling of deja vu.

You cocked your head upward to see the underside of someone's black umbrella. Muffled tapping met the fabric above accompanied by a deep voice.

"Here." His British accent slipping.

Metal snake bite piercings reflect the gleam from the street lamps. A septum ring hung from his nose as his under eye bags suggested sleepless nights.

Your eyes narrowed. "Wait, I recognize you. We share an art class together. You're..."

"Ian. I sit two seats ahead of you." He nods. Underneath his hooded flannel, his black framed glasses and fair complexion had a subtle rosey hue. His black hair spills onto his forhead, overshadowing his brows.

"I, uh, appreciate your help, so, thanks anyways." The corners of your mouth quirked up at him. "I'll pay you back for this. Coffee tomorrow morning, maybe?"

White neon light illuminated the pedestrian signal. Ian handed off his umbrella to you as you tilted it up to see him better. He gave a half-smile looking down at you before planting his foot on his skateboard, ready to push off.

"Sounds fun. Just don't forget my umbrella."

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[aluvrsmusical]

〈 fem!crush x gn!reader 〉

♡ imagine being in a play/musical with your crush where you both play eachother's love interest... ...and since you both play side characters with very little known about them in the actual play/musical, you take it upon yourselves to come up with backstories and traits for them

⠀[ c/n = crush's name ] ⠀[ c/ch = crush's character's name ] ⠀[ y/ch = your character's name ] note : fem!crush - the character your crush plays is implied masc

"Okay so, they met through... who was it again?" C/n lets out a laugh as she looks at you questioningly, having completely forgot about a pretty integral part of the 'lore' you two had been coming up with for your characters.

You can't help but join her in her giggling, before you answer, "C/ch's best friend!" You watch with an amused expression as realisation splashes over her face.

You lean to rest your head on her shoulder, scooting closer on the stairs that you're both sat one.

"Wait- who do we think proposed?" She asks as you lift your head and squint your eyes in thought.

"Honestly? Y/ch, but C/ch totally tells most people that he did."

She lets out another laugh, "You're so right."

Your giggling session is interrupted by the director calling out for the cast to come back into the theatre, signalling the end of your brainstorming session.

C/n jumps up from where she sits, but before you get a chance to join her, she reaches out her hand to you, "My love?" she asks in her character accent.

Your heart lights up and your smile grows as you put on your own character's voice and answer, "Of course," before reaching for her hand.

You let her pull you up from where you sit, but not before surprising her by snaking your hand around to circle her waist, pulling her close to your side as you keep your character façade on.

You notice her brain stop for a moment and her eyes flicker anywhere but yours first, but the moment of shock is gone even faster than it came, and she grins at you, neither of you trying to contain your joy anymore.

"That is definitely something Y/ch would do."

[requestanythingyes]

request #1: trickery

(redhead!superpowered!reader x male!crush)

(context: a school split into classes by whether or not students have powers)

(y/n = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, c/n = crush name, c/n/n = crush nickname, b/f/n = best friend's name, b/c/n = bestie's crush name)

You perked up as you heard the tell-tale shouts of your favorite (c/h/c). “Yo, bro! Where were you? I’ve been waiting a while!” you shout to him.

The boy in question, began shouting at you, making a girl near you frown.

”I’VE BEEN GETTING READY FOR CLASS! WHAT ELSE, SHITTY HAIR?!” (c/n) shouted, his volume gaining glares that were quickly quelled as they saw who it was. Although (c/n) wasn’t powered, his fighting prowess was one rivaled by few of the students in the higher classes. It was one of the many things you admired about (c/n), but you'd never mention it out loud.

“Alright, bro, calm down! Anyway, I was wondering, how do you think you’ll do on Michaelson’s test? The one that’s today?” you asked, laughing internally as you recognized (b/f/n)'s trademark expression of shock.

“(y/n/n)!” your best friend whined, as the illusion wore off. “How do you always know? I even got that one Class 1 kid to disguise me this time!” He pointed to the student hiding behind one of the trees.

“Bro, it’s because (c/n)- Hell only ever calls me Shitty Hair when my roots are visible, and he helped me dye my hair last night instead of studying.” The girl's frown deepened at this; you deserved better than that stupid, rude, blonde!

“Gotta remember these small details,” (b/f/n) muttered. He froze, then slowly turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you almost call Hell by his first name?” they asked. The girl gasped behind the book she was holding to hide her staring. You would never! The two of you were-

“What? Me? No, never! I don’t- I couldn’t- what’s Hell’s first name anyway?” you spluttered out as your ears turned red as your hair. “Oh, that’s so convincing,” (b/f/n) teased, drawing out their words to fully convey the sarcasm. “I’m absolutely convinced.” The girl huffed, annoyed at how that stupid blonde had corrupted her (Y/N)!

You flushed even redder, but you suddenly remembered (b/f/n)'s reaction to that purple-haired mini Michaelson from Class 1. “Oh, so just because I almost called my bro by his first name, we forget all about (b/c/n)?” Your best friend's blush outdid yours as the memory of the time (b/c/n) had…. come to their room… came to mind. “Shut up! At least I don’t have a crush on someone who insults everyone and everything in sight!” The girl's fingers flared up with fire at her anger, scorching her book. Not only had that (c/h/c) corrupted you, but that stupid criminal-powered boy had corrupted your best friend!

The real (c/n) fell out of the same tree (b/f/n) had gestured to earlier, crashing to the ground loudly enough to draw the two students' attention. He stood up, dusting off the leaves and other plants stuck onto his shirt. You and (b/f/n) just stared at their explosive friend. (b/c/n) passed the three of them, almost feeling the tension between you and (c/n). He decided to grab (b/f/n) as he went, getting the feeling that they might mess with your and (c/n)'s… relationship. Celeste glared at (b/c/n) and (c/n), not that either boy cared.

You didn’t notice that (b/c/n) had dragged (b/f/n) away (“(b/c/n)! I wanna see what happens! Wait!”) and instead continued to stare at (c/n)- or rather, his ripped jeans. The jeans outlined the physique usually hidden under baggier clothes. (c/n) also stared at you and the (overly tight, godDAMN who made you wear that) tshirt you were wearing. (It was your go between, Kira, but (c/n) didn’t need to know that.) Eventually, a small cough broke the two of you out of your reverie, neither of you noticing that there was no one around to have done it. The girl fumed even more at your staring.

“Um. Hey, (c/n/n), w-what's up?” you asked, looking away as you hooked your hand around the back of your neck. The girl had burned her book to ashes by now, absolutely furious at (c/n) for trying to steal you away.

(c/n) wasted no time, getting straight to the point. “OI, STUPID ROCK, YOU NEVER SAID YOU LIKED ME! WHY NOT?!” he shouted, ears and cheeks rivaling your hair. The girl was scowling, burning the grass under her hands as she saw (c/n) yell at her beautiful redhead. You powered up your legs, bracing yourself for what you saw as the inevitable fallout of this conversation. You decided to come clean.

“Because I was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Your honesty shocked (c/n) a bit, but he stomped forward anyway. Celeste gasped again at his audacity. Grabbing you by the shoulders, (c/n) shook you. Celeste bolted up at their proximity, beginning to make her way towards the pair as you continued to look anywhere but at (c/n), frustrating the blonde. “Ay, bro!” he shouted. “Look at me, you damn nerd!”

You glanced up, looking back down almost immediately. Celeste hummed to herself in joy; you weren’t looking at him so you could buy time for her to get to them! Tyler shook you again, a bit more gently. “Yo, bro! Bro?!” (c/n) tried. When he got no response, he pulled his trump card. Contrary to the popular belief, he knew the names of everyone in Class 1 and Gen Ed. (c/n) took a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction to his next few words.

“Hey, (y/n/n)? Can you look at me, please?” (c/n) asked softly. Your head snapped up, almost whacking (c/n) in the face. Your blush was now very prominent, making the girl even angrier. What was it with that stupid, stupid (c/h/c)? Couldn’t he see that you were feeling harassed?

(c/n) sighed, pulling you to the cover of the trees. You shivered a bit as the taller boy’s breath brushed your cheek. “You know you can call me (c/n/n), or any nickname? And that I like you?” (c/n) whispered to you. “O-of course! I know that!” you responded a beat too quickly, stumbling over your words. 

Tyler leaned even closer. The girl was riled now, fingers blazing with her hellfire (again, not that either of you noticed).

“It doesn’t seem like that,” (c/n) whispered. Your knees were so weak you nearly dropped from how close (c/n) was; you could smell the other boy’s cologne, almost drunk on the smell and the proximity. Were you dreaming? “And… and why not?” you whispered back, not wanting to break this or, if it was a dream, wake yourself. The girl was almost there now, and she saw you respond. Her fingers flared even higher- (c/n) wouldn’t win you! You were hers!

”Because,” (c/n) responded. “Your heart is beating like crazy,” (c/n) whispered as he leaned close enough for you to close the gap. “I’m not in love with you!” you whispered. (c/n) laughed. “Why wouldn't you be?” 

“Ah- no- no reason.”

(c/n) closed the gap himself, tangling his tattooed fingers into your red hair he had helped dye last night. He lingered there for a few seconds, enough for you to react, closing your eyes and pressing yourself as close as you could. “Damn, bro, you’re a good kisser,” you chuckled, breaking the moment.

“Hey- hey, we were just kissing. You can’t kiss me and then call me bro, dumbass,” protested (c/n), the blush on his face not quite gone yet.

“What does that make us, then?” you asked. “And what about (b/f/n)?”

“Boyfriends, a couple, whatever you want, dumbass,” (c/n) responded, pulling you impossibly closer. “And don’t worry about (b/f/n). Haven’t you see him with that other Class 1 kid?”

Celeste shouted as she shoved (c/n) away from you- or at least, tried to. (c/n) just pulled you down with him, growling at the random girl that neither of you had ever seen before. “OI, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, HUH? WHADDYA THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” (c/n) shouted at the girl.

”I’m Celeste, (y/n)'s future girlfriend! Right, (y/n)?” the girl squealed. You stared at her, annoyance rippling across your face before you settled into confusion.

“I have no idea who you are,” you said, still on the ground- or rather, (c/n). Celeste responded, trying to pull you out of (c/n)'s grip. “But I saw you at the Student Festival! You saved me from falling! We’re meant to be!” Celeste squealed, her voice scratching at both of your ears.

(c/n) simply stood up, pulling you up with the arm still wrapped around your waist. “I suggest you stand back,” he said, wrapping his hand into a fist and displaying the iconic tattoos that almost all of Class 1 feared. It almost worked, but the girl turned around at the last second.

”You and that purple-haired boy with the villain’s power!” she screamed. “You corrupted (y/n)! Now (y/n)'s not right! Look, (y/n)'s still feeling harassed!” she continued, garnering the attention of the few students still out on the square (but she didn’t notice that they were all snickering at her stupidity). “And that (b/c/n) kid, he made (b/f/n) a freak too! Come on, (y/n), let’s go!” she cried, grabbing your hand. You pulled out of her hold easily, dropping any pretense of politeness.

“If you ever,” you said, powering up and stepping towards the girl, who squeaked, “and I mean ever, insult me or my friends ever again. You will regret it,” you threatened, enjoying the look of fear on the girl’s face. “Now leave.” (c/n) smirked at the girl from behind your back.

As the girl scurried off, you turned to (c/n), who wolf-whistled. A light brush dusted your cheeks as Tyler smirked. “Damn, (y/n/n)," he remarked, "that was hot. Didn’t know you could do that.”

Everyone else on the university’s campus watched through the windows, dumbstruck, as the school’s resident asshole and idiot stared at each other, paying no heed to the late bell or the levitating hair of the infamous Mr. Michaelson.

[i-lik3-to-write]

You lie on the thin mattress, your lifelong love sitting next to you and as you gaze at them you think back on your life with them… You sit in the passenger seat of their car as they drive down the seemingly never-ending road, all the windows down and the wind blowing through your hair and you look over at them and they look gorgeous as the light of the setting sun grazes their skin. You think to yourself that you never want to know a day without them on this earth. You get pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of someone rubbing your hand you look to see who and see that its your oldest child. They smile at you fondly and you return the gesture to them as you gaze off into space thinking about the day they were born… You wake up in the middle of the night and feel liquid pooled around you and you realize it was your water breaking. You grab your phone and check the time to see that it was 7:30 in the morning so your s/o was already at work. You called your best friend to take you to the hospital. On the way you call your s/o and they say they’ll meet you at the hospital. When you arrive you notice that they’re already there and looking very stressed out. Some nurses get you a wheelchair and take you to a room and get you all checked in. You’re lying on the bed and every time there’s a contraction you tighten your hold on your lovers hand, and they just take it and squeeze back reassuringly. When the doctor comes in not the long after the meds are given he gives you a smile and tells you it’s time to start pushing. The whole time that you’re screaming your s/o is holding your hand and whispering sweetly to you. Eventually you hear those telltale baby cries, the doctor gives you your baby boy and you’re looking at him with fat tears welling in your eyes when you hear a sniffle, you look at your s/o and they’re almost sobbing while looking at the darling creature. Once again you’re pulled out of your thought but this time much more aggressively than before and this time you open your eyes fully and look around you and notice everything. Your s/o and your son sitting on either side of you and they’re crying with tears running down their faces. There’s about three or four doctors around you with clipboards. You look into your s/o’s eyes again and they’re nodding their head whispering that its gonna be ok. That they’re gonna be okay. So you stop trying to keep your eyes open and let the fall closed softly.

[causualatiny]

Crush scenarios 💓✨🥰

Hello!!! Time for some crush scenarios!!! If anyone wants me to write any crush scenario for them, I’m here!!!

[manyourlookingood]

so yall know there's this 3rd grade typa game thing everyone plays....Flames.....lol so uhmm i tried it w my crush's 2 names(name + nickname) and it turns out to be enemy:(....

but!!!!, Yk there's smth called enemies to lovers 🤪

[mr-malumm]

Stayed gone but vox narrates his passive aggressive insecure ass scrolling text from the bottom of his broadcast 👊💥📺

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Subtle (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

THEME: Smut

WARNING(s): Vibrator, Public Play, Public Orgasm, Rough Sex, PiV Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cum, Squirting, Post Orgasm Torture

This was a request, but I somehow lost the ask. So whoever's anon this was, here ya go!

It felt like roses. Too bad you couldn't react, though. Not outwardly, at least. On the inside, you were in heaven. You and C/N were hanging out with a few of C/N's friends, so he of course took this as an opportunity to play with those vibrating panties he bought you.

"You good, Y/N?" Josh asked, noticing how "away" you were. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" you gasped, frantically trying to make it look like everything was normal and nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

"Yeah, babe." C/N chimed in, smirking ever so slightly. "You good?"

"Oh...yeah. I'm fine. I'm just- mmm- just tired." you lied.

You shot your boyfriend a piercing glare, to which his smirk grew more sinful.

"See, babe." he said, very subtly pressing a button on the remote in his pocket to increase the intensity. "This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM watching TikToks."

You were trying your damndest. You almost couldn't handle it. God, what would Josh and Eric think if you had an orgasm right here in front of them? They'd think you were insane and would never want to associate with you again. You looked at C/N, silently begging him with your eyes to turn down the intensity. He was just being mean at this point.

A few more hours passed. These hours were filled with talking, laughing, video games, and your boyfriend randomly stopping and starting the vibrator. How the hell could his friends not hear it buzzing around down there? Perhaps their gamer rage was too loud for them to notice. Either way, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to either get off now, or get home so C/N could fuck your brains out. Feigning illness was cliche, but you needed an out.

"Babe, I don't feel good." you whined, leaning against the wall, trying so hard to not climax.

C/N looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what you were trying to do and how close you were.

"Aw, do you need me to take you home, love?" he played along with your fake affliction, turning off the vibrator.

"I think so."

He walked over to you and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to "check your temperature".

"You're a little warm." he said. "We're gonna head out, guys. Y/N's not feeling well."

They said their goodbyes and whatnot before C/N took you by the hand and walked you out to the car. To make it look more believable, you pretended to be fatigued by grabbing onto his arm and leaning on him. Immediately after getting in the car, the facade was dropped.

"Couldn't handle it, huh?" he teased you, turning the car on.

"I didn't want to cum in front of your friends!" you quipped back.

"They were so deep in Warzone, babe. They wouldn't have noticed if you squirted right on Eric's bed."

"Ew."

"Oh don't act like you didn't like it, love. You were so close to cumming so many times that I could practically feel your legs shaking."

Your face went beet red. C/N, with his eyes focused on the road, noticed this and laughed.

"You're so cute when I get you all worked up." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

He turned the vibrator back on, keeping it on for the duration of the drive home. Once again, roses. It was just the two of you in the car, so you didn't have to hide it anymore.

"Ohhh..." you breathed in pleasure. "goddddd..."

Driving over all those speed bumps was only increasing the pleasure. With his arm outstretched and his hand on the wheel, you couldn't help but notice his muscles. Those sexy fucking muscles. You wished they were holding you against the wall or down on the bed right now.

"Yeah you think it feels good now, babe." C/N said pompously. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name when we get home."

God, even hearing him talk was getting you closer to the edge. His voice was so smooth, so saucy. If butter could speak, it would have his voice.

"Fuck..." you panted.

Another speed bump. This one made your legs quiver.

"You want to cum so bad, baby." C/N observed in a low-toned voice. "I can see it."

"Then fucking let me cum!" you snapped.

"Whoa!" he snapped back at you, pulling into the driveway. "You better watch the attitude or I'm gonna edge you into next week, you little brat."

You rolled your eyes, but you secretly loved when he was dominant like this. You were so goddamn close. You were barely hanging on by a thread. And he was enjoying every second of the torture he was inflicting on you.

"You want to cum? Fine." he said. "But as soon as we get inside, princess, you better cancel everything you've got going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk."

Finally, you broke. His words produced an intense, powerful orgasm. You whimpered as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your head. After a little bit of aftershock, C/N turned off the vibrator, allowing you to breathe for a second.

"You have no idea what you just did, pretty girl." he smirked.

After you both got inside and he led you by the hand to the bedroom, you felt his energy shift. Dom mode was activated. His lips violently attacked yours and he couldn't keep his hands off of your body. You moaned into his mouth as your hands ran through his hair.

"Oh, baby." he breathed. "I'm about to fuck you so good you can't see straight. Strip."

You did as you were told and undressed. He was eager. Eager enough to unhook your bra with his teeth. Once you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed and got on top of you, attacking your neck with his mouth. He left dark hickeys all over your neck as his hands played with your breasts. He was not gentle at all, slapping them around and squeezing them hard enough to leave marks around your nipples. You loved it, especially when he took them in his mouth. His teeth scraping against your nipples felt incredible. It hurt, but in the best way. You couldn't help but moan here and there as his mouth assaulted you.

"I can't believe you're all mine." he said, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps. "My own sexy little fucktoy."

He slid his boxers off and you watched his erection spring free. He was practically throbbing, he was so hard.

"Ride me, princess." he commanded, positioning himself to where you could do so. "Reverse cowgirl."

He wasn't on his back. He was sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You got yourself to where you could lower yourself down onto his cock with your back turned to him. Upon feeling him enter you, you moaned again for him. His dick was magical. When you first started having sex with him, you expected to have to fake one or two orgasms every now and then, but your boyfriend had never failed to make you cum.

"That's it, babygirl. Let me stare at your ass while I fuck you."

He had his hands on your hips, rapidly maneuvering them back and forth. As he did so, you started to bounce. It felt amazing. He gave your ass a few sharp smacks, which only added to the pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" you moaned. "C/N!"

"That's right, kitten." he said between his own moans. "You belong to C/N and C/N only. No one else can make your pussy feel this good."

He was right. He wasn't your first, but holy hell, nobody else was able to make you feel the way he made you feel. The day he stopped being able to make you cum would be the day the world stopped turning. With each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt all of the negative energy leave you.

"Lean back for me, baby."

You leaned back against his chest, allowing him to thrust upward into you. His cock was brushing your g-spot, which made your eyes roll back. It was ecstasy.

"Your pussy's so fucking wet." he said through clenched teeth. "Feels so good on my cock."

He used his hand to rub circles on your clit, which made you whimper. Everything just felt so fucking good. The combination of his dick pounding into you, your g-spot being touched, and him fingering your clit was beyond belief.

"Yeah," he grunted. "feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

"Mmmm yes!" you could hardly contain yourself.

You never wanted it to end. You were in heaven right now. Your toes curled as you knew you were starting to get close to your high. If he had been fucking you any harder, you would have already come all over his cock.

"Oh god fuck!" you wailed as your body shook.

"Cumming already, princess?" your boyfriend teased, his husky groans and grunts getting deeper and more primal. "Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me."

And just like that, you were screaming. You swear to god you went deaf for a second as you came undone, your juices gushing and spraying everywhere. Your body was so tense. But C/N wasn't done yet. He wasn't gonna stop until he was finished. He continued to pound into you, giving you some painful aftershock. It hurt, but it felt amazing. You couldn't stop twitching, which was making it so much better for him. After a few more big thrusts, his cock started to twitch inside you, signaling to you that he was about there.

"Fuck, baby." he gasped. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, baby!"

Then he let go with a series of deep grunts. You felt his hot liquid shoot into you as he pulsated inside you. After you both took a second to catch your breath and come down, you rolled to his side as he pulled out, his milky cum leaking out of your hole.

"Holy fuck, babe!" he smiled, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"It was amazing, baby." you responded, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. You drive me fucking insane with how incredible you are."

You blushed as he kissed your cheek, pulling you into him to cuddle. With your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you wanted to stay like this forever. Everything was perfect.

[nenoname]

Stan Pines' drawings

Plus a Stan drawing of debatable canonicity but I love his signature being a dollar sign

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

imagine him giving you this really big hug after not seeing you for a while. he’s shaking a little, he’s missed you so much. he’s definitely gotten taller since you last saw him, but he’s still a big softie to you. his grip is tight around your waist, you’d never expected him to hold you like this.

“you’re suffocating me.” you choke out.

“s-sorry,” he grins and scratches the back of his neck as he backs away.

“well, i missed you too.”

he’s blushin’ now, admiring how much you’ve changed since he last saw you.

in his mind he knows you are perfect for him.

he knows you are the girl he‘s gonna marry.

no doubt about it.

it hasn't happened yet, but he knows.

[sapphikatara]

zuko is already a hilarious character but he becomes even funnier if you give him a crush on sokka

[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."