#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!!!

[mr-malumm]

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

[nenoname]

Stan Pines' drawings

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

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Cozy & Content (NSFW)

THEME: Fluffy Sweet Smut (Princess Treatment)

WARNING(s): Fingering, Unprotected PiV Sex, Creampie, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Shared Orgasm, Cum, Dirty Talk

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You awoke to the feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your temple as he sat down on the bed next to you. He was looking at you with such adoration in his eyes.

"Hey," he quietly said. "did you have a good nap, baby?"

"What time is it?" you groggily asked, your eyes not fully open yet.

"Almost 5. You conked out around 3:30 so I figured I'd come in and check on you. You were so sound asleep I had to make sure you were still breathing."

His sweet, caring chuckle filled your heart with butterflies. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, wrapping his muscular arm around you. He helped you to sit up and pulled your back into his chest to cuddle, his arms wrapped around you as the back of your head rested on his shoulder. After a sweet kiss on the lips, he smiled at you.

"Are you feeling okay today, beautiful?" he asked you. "You seem a little down."

"I feel fine." you nonchalantly replied. "Why?"

"Because naps typically aren't your thing and you passed right out as soon as your head hit the pillow. It made me wonder if there was something going on. Are you sure everything's okay? I don't mean to pry, but this just didn't seem like you."

He was right. This wasn't you. Truthfully, you were under a lot of stress at the moment from work. You just didn't want to tell him because you didn't want to push your stress onto him.

"Well there has been some stuff going on at work that's got me a little stressed."

"Oh really? What's going on?"

"Just scheduling stuff. Someone unexpectedly quit last week so we're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to get stuff done. They quit over the phone so the schedule has been messed up because of it."

"Damn, no wonder you're exhausted, love!" he kissed your cheek. I'm sorry that's happening."

He pulled you in closer and wrapped his arms around you tighter, making you feel extra safe and loved. His arms felt like home to you. You were so cozy and content right now.

"I love you." he softly reminded you. "Don't ever be afraid to vent to me about something, babe. If something's bothering you, I'm all ears. Now let's just relax and not think about work."

He once again kissed your cheek, prompting you to turn your head and face him. Upon doing so, he put his lips on yours. Every time he kissed you, it made you feel like the most special girl in the world. You were his and he was yours. Nothing was ever going to change that. The kiss deepened, slightly leaving you breathless.

"I know what you need tonight, baby." he whispered between kisses. "I know how to make you relax."

He trailed his hand down your body and down your panties, feeling your wet heat on his fingers. A good C/N inflicted orgasm was a surefire way to calm you down and you were all for it. You were already so wet for him. When he whispered it sent shivers down your spine.

"Just relax, princess." he instructed. "Relax and let me play with your pussy. You're gonna feel so much better after I make you cum."

And relax you did. You were practically melting in his arms, moaning with every rub of your sensitive clit, which was getting harder and wetter by the second. His fingers felt like magic.

"Get your panties off for me, darling. I want to put my fingers in you."

You slid your panties off and tossed them on the floor as he snuck his hand up your shirt and grabbed your breast, gently squeezing and playing with it.

"Spread your legs a little more."

You spread your legs for him, allowing him easier access. He slowly dipped his middle and ring finger inside you, ever so slightly curling them upwards as his thumb played with your clit. You could barely contain your soft, panty whimpers as he fingered you.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he grinned, pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Do you like when I finger your pussy like this?"

"Fuckkkkk..." you breathed, garnering a small chuckle out of your boyfriend.

As he continued to pump them in and out, he was grazing your g-spot, which felt like heaven. You were on another planet right now. Whenever he touched you like this, you inevitably ended up squirting all over him, which he loved of course. He kept going, the tiniest bit more intense with every pump. Eventually, the knot was starting to form. You felt like you were about to pee, but you knew that meant whatever he was doing was working.

"You're starting to clench around my fingers." he said. "Does my baby need to cum?"

You couldn't even form words at this point. Just moans and twitches from your hips, coupled with your toes curling. You were on the verge of cumming and knew you weren't going to be able to stop yourself.

"Cum for me, babygirl. Let all that tension go and cum all over my fingers."

And there it was. Pure euphoria. Your eyes rolled back as you let go, your juices spraying out all over his hand.

"That's my good girl." he praised as you came down from your high. "I don't think you have any fucking idea how hot it is when you squirt on me and make a huge mess."

You were already so much more relaxed, but you knew he wasn't done with you yet. You felt his rock hard boner pressing into your lower back as he pulled his T shirt that you stole off your body, his shirt coming off as well.

"Lay on your back, baby." he helped you to lay down. "If you thought my fingers felt good, my dick is about to make you meet God."

His lips passionately collided with yours, his tongue sloppily clashing with yours. He grabbed both of your breasts and fondled them as his fingers twiddled your nipples.

"You're so beautiful." he whispered, taking a nipple in his mouth. "I love every part of you. Your eyes, your lips, your tits, your ass, your pussy...every part of you is perfect, my love."

He paused to take off his pants and his boxers. He was practically throbbing he was so hard.

"You see that, babygirl?" he smirked. "You see how hard you make your man?"

He scooped your leg up and wrapped it around his waist before tapping his hard cock against your clit a few times. He didn't need to put any lube on it because you were already soaked for him.

"You ready for me, princess?" he asked, teasing your entrance with his tip.

You looked at him and nodded, allowing him to enter you. It felt like roses as he slowly, gently thrusted in and out of you. He knew how to treat you right and it made you love him so much more.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby." he breathed through clenched teeth. "It's so tight and wet."

Hearing him talk was getting you off more. His deep, manly voice that felt like it was for you and only you. He'd fuck you into the mattress all day everyday if he could. He was always so proud of himself when you were sore or walking funny the next day. Every thrust felt better and better.

"Put your legs on my shoulders. I need to fuck you deeper."

He maneuvered your legs and put them on his shoulders, allowing him deeper access. Because he was so big, it hurt a little but in the best way. If you were actually in pain, you would have already said the safe word and told him to stop.

"Fuck, baby..." he moaned. "you're gonna make me bust a load inside you..."

"C/NNNNN!" you whimpered, turning him on even more.

He loved when you moaned his name, or moaned for him in general. Your moaning combined with the squelching of your wetness was music to his ears. Your hips bucked as the tip of his cock barely touched your back wall, sending a shock through your body.

"I know, princess." he slightly pulled back. "You're okay."

Even when he was fucking your brains out, he was still so sweet and careful to not hurt you. You didn't trust anybody the way you trusted him. Even outside of the bedroom he was a walking green flag.

"Ohhh god..." you panted as your eyes started to roll back.

"Cum for me, baby." he grunted. "I need you to cum for me."

A few thrusts later, you felt your orgasm starting. Your body started to tense up as your legs shook.

"Fuck I'm so close...I'm gonna cum in your pussy...Ohhh fuck I'm cumming!"

That sent you over the edge and you came undone for him with the most mind blowing O you've ever had. You twitched and mewled for him as he growled, shooting his load deep inside you. Your legs fell back around his waist as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"I came so hard I'm fucking dizzy." he chortled. "Are you okay?"

All you could do was nod while you caught your breath. Your heart was beating so fast like a little hummingbird in your chest.

"That was incredible." he tenderly kissed you. "I have to pull out now, okay?"

He pulled out you, letting his seed drip out of your hole. He lay down on his back and you rolled into his side to cuddle, putting your head on his chest and listening to the beautiful sound that was his heartbeat.

"Aww is my babygirl tired?" he kissed your forehead, noticing how sleepy you were.

"I needed that." you said. "You're so amazing."

"Of course, princess. Anything to make you feel better. I love you."

"I love you too."

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, kisses, and feeling safe in your boyfriend's arms. Everything was just perfect.

[theynlife]

#2: Drunk Nights

Summary: College!Y/n gets a little too wasted and gets an offer to stay with c/n for the night

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, that’s about as bad as it gets

B/n - boy’s name

N/n - nickname

E/c - eye color

Of all the papers I had to write in the coming weeks, exams to study for, and packing to do before heading back home from college, I somehow found myself tonight crammed into a dorm room packed like a can of sardines, trying to soak up the last ounce of the semester.

F/n and I loved to sit together and share a drink occasionally, but tonight was special—we wanted to have a good time before parting ways for the next couple of months. What started as a small gathering of close friends on a Saturday night quickly spiraled into something much larger. Word got out, and soon friends of friends began pouring through the door. Before long, the room was out of seats, out of standing room, and buzzing with chatter and laughter.

Despite the spatial discomfort, I couldn’t help but smile when a few familiar faces from my English class—B/n/1, B/n/2, and c/n—managed to slip in just before the room hit capacity. I was mid-laugh when I felt a hand land gently on my shoulder.

“Hey, n/n, is it cool if I sit next to you?” c/n asked, his tone easy and warm.

I grinned, already several shots in and feeling a bit bubbly. “Absolutely! What’ve you been up to tonight, c/n?”

He settled on the floor near my chair, leaning in slightly. “We were just hanging out in my room but figured we’d check out the commotion. B/n/1 seemed especially eager to get here,” he added, gesturing toward the duo sitting shoulder to shoulder on F/n’s bed, grins plastered on their faces.

I let out a laugh, my gaze following his. “Well, he’ll be happy to know the feeling’s mutual. F/n’s been hoping he’d show up since people started piling in about an hour ago.”

C/n raised an eyebrow at me, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Is that so?”

Feigning shock, I placed a hand dramatically on my chest. “Would I lie about something like that?”

We both burst into laughter, barely able to catch our breaths before the room’s noise swept us back into the atmosphere.

As the night went on, c/n and I found ourselves grabbing drinks and keeping tabs on the budding connection between B/n/1 and F/n. They seemed more comfortable with each passing minute, but before long, I realized I was feeling the effects of the evening. My gaze had drifted to the outdated popcorn ceiling, and I caught myself staring at it for what must have been minutes before c/n waved a hand in front of my face.

“You in there, y/n?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

I blinked a few times, trying to snap back to reality. “Never better,” I slurred, forcing a grin to mask how far gone I really was.

He stood and extended a hand toward me. “Why don’t we get you back? It’s getting late, and I’m starting to think these lovebirds might just be here forever.” He nodded toward B/n/1 and F/n, now sitting with an arm around her shoulders.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet, only for the room to tilt and spin. My balance faltered, and I instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He caught me easily, his grip firm but gentle.

Once I steadied, we made our way out of the room, but I barely managed two steps down the staircase before stumbling forward again. C/n’s arm wrapped around my torso, catching me before I fell. Without a word, he shifted my arm across his shoulders, supporting me as we descended the stairs.

“C/n?” I murmured, my voice weak.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it back to my dorm.”

I kept my head down, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. He paused, scanning me carefully before speaking. “Do you need a place to crash? My roommate’s gone for the weekend—you’re welcome to stay in my room.”

My brows lifted at the offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

He frowned slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, you’re never a bother to me.”

Slowly, he guided me down the final flight of stairs and into his dorm. I noticed the neatly arranged door decorations as he opened the door and led me inside, sitting me gently on his bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rummaging through his desk.

I gave a faint smile. “Right now? Great. Tomorrow morning? Probably not so much.”

He chuckled at my response, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and filling a glass of water. Handing them to me, he said, “Here—this might help a little.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, touched by the small gesture. While I might have thought to drink some water on my own, the ibuprofen was a stroke of genius. As I sipped the water, he grabbed his own bottle and sat down across from me.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the noise of the party far behind us.

“You don’t have to stay here with me,” I said softly. “If you want to go back to the party, I’d understand.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather be here with you.”

I turned to meet his gaze, my heart skipping at the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, I was speechless, the weight of his words hanging between us.

Before I could respond, he stood and began tidying up. He set up a blanket on the futon, flattening it out.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You can take the bed,” he said simply. “I’ll sleep here.”

As he reached to turn off the lamp, I caught his wrist, stopping him.

“You don’t have to stay on the futon.”

“I’m not making you sleep there.”

“I know.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

His gaze darkened, studying me for a long moment before he nodded and slid under the covers beside me. We lay face-to-face, the room dim and quiet.

“What’s holding you back?” I asked softly.

He hesitated, his voice barely audible. “I want you so badly, but I don’t want to violate your trust. You’re drunk, and I—”

Before he could finish, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. His initial shock melted away as he brought a hand to my jaw, his touch gentle but firm. Our movements were slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken emotion. When I pulled back, I searched his face, my voice barely above a whisper.

“We don’t need to do anything. I just want you here with me.”

[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."