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[spiderbeam]

lando + 22😇

22. falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

pairing: best friend!reader x lando norris

“HEY, LANDO, HAVE YOU SEEN WHERE I LEFT MY—”

Oscar looks up at the sudden shushing noise, brows pulled together. His forehead creases, mouth parting to respond —because, yeah, rude— before his eyes land on his teammate. The confusion and slight offense vanish in a blink, the corner of lips curving upwards.

He chuckles, to which Lando responds with a low ‘shut up’. Oscar can’t help smiling, biting his bottom lip to try and hide it. “Don’t you look comfortable?”

Lando sits on the McLaren couch with his legs outstretched over a glass table. He looks surprisingly comfortable— given the fact that you’re resting your head on his shoulder, leaning most of your weight against him. Your eyelids flutter in your sleep.

“Mate, what part of shut up are you not getting?” Lando hisses, glancing briefly at you as he feels you shift against him.

Oscar tilts his head at you. “Has she been out long?” he asks, this time in a whisper.

Lando’s jaw twitches. He sighs, nodding his head only slightly. “An hour, I think.”

“You’ve been there for an hour?” Oscar’s voice rises, and Lando’s glare sharpens. He grimaces.

“Told me she’s in exam season. Has been pulling all-nighters for a while.” Lando’s glare drops as he glances down at your sleeping frame. His eyes soften, and Oscar would comment on it, if he wasn’t already toeing the line between Lando’s good and bad graces. “It’s been intense.”

Oscar hums, but he’s not really focused so much on what Lando is saying, but more so how he’s saying it. Because, sure, he’s seen many sides to Lando. Competitive on the track. Funny and supporting behind the scenes. Flirtatious with girls at clubs and parties. This side doesn’t feel new, but it feels… different. A certain softness only reserved for a select few. He wonders if either of you are aware of it.

“Anyways, we were watching my Drive to Survive episode, but she started nodding off like halfway into it.” You shift, muttering a incoherent, barely audible mumble. Lando’s voice quiets. “She deserves a little sleep.”

Oscar is asking the question before he can think better of it. “Isn’t your shoulder tired, like, at all?”

Lando shrugs. “I can’t really feel it anymore.”

Oscar’s eyes widen just a fraction. He doesn’t think Lando’s reading the situation as he is. “So, just to recap, you’ve been sitting there with her, not moving, not making a sound, for a whole hour?”

Lando’s nose scrunches. “Why are you making it sound so weird? It’s fine,” he responds defensively. His jaw ticks, annoyance rippling off him in waves. “Could you get out? You’re gonna wake her up.”

You move on the couch, nose brushing against Lando’s exposed neck. Lando freezes for a fraction of a second. Oscar bites his lips down to prevent the laugh that threatens to escape him.

They both hear you inhale deeply, exhale.

“You guys are shit at whispering,” you mumble, voice sleep-ridden. It takes you a couple of seconds to come to your senses. You blink a few times, lifting your head away from Lando’s shoulder. And even now that you’re awake, Oscar can see what his teammate had been talking about. Your eyelids look heavy, the bags beneath your eyes more prominent.

Lando tilts his head, lips pressed apologetically. “Sorry for waking you up,” he says quietly, softly.

“S’okay.” You don’t seem to register the tenderness to Lando’s voice— or maybe you are simply far too used to it. “Do you have the time? I should’ve gotten started with my research paper a while ago, but maybe it’s not too bad if I just—” you stop, as if finally catching up with your thoughts. “How long was I out?”

“Not long,” Lando lies, and when Oscar meets his gaze, he shoots him a look.

“Oscar?”

You’re staring up at him, expectantly. Oscar swallows. “I— uh, I just came in.”

“See?” Lando says. “You can afford a few minutes of sleep.” When that doesn’t seem to convince you, he adds, “You said your professor is a Red Bull fan, right?”

“I’m not bribing my professor.”

Lando rolls his eyes, but he has that half-smile that brightens up his face. There’s nothing happening, and yet Oscar suddenly feels like he’s intruding on something private.

He clears his throat. “Right. Uh, well,” he watches as both of you turn his attention to him— Lando more reluctantly than you. Oscar throws his thumb over his shoulder. “I was about to head out, so…”

That seems to wake you up, if only a little. You blink a few more times. “Could you drop me off on your way?”

Oscar finds himself nodding. “Yeah, sure, where do—”

“I’ll drive you.”

Both you and Oscar turn to Lando. He’s already standing up as he’s saying it, as if the decision has already been agreed upon. He barely spares Oscar a glance as he tilts his head back at you, as if telling you to follow.

“But Oscar’s already leaving. I don’t wanna be a bother—”

“I’m done for the day too,” Lando shrugs, and Oscar knows that to be a lie. “C’mon,” he juts his head towards the door. “We can get one of those teas you like on the way.”

Any skepticism you would’ve usually shown is nowhere to be found. And though Oscar can tell you want to protest, you relent.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

And as Oscar leaves out the main doors with the two of you, he pretends not to notice you reaching for Lando’s hand— just like he pretends not to notice Lando’s smile.

a/n: i’m writing this after procrastinating on studying so yeah. this was very self-indulgent. en fin. reblogs are always appreciated <3

[yuellii]

🫐 Furina love-language? If you write for her, that is. I just love her sm igivjcftfttrrjklzxeukgf

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( when she’s giving. ) — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄, the lady may choose to hide any wandering affections in faulty self-interests, much like dessert just as sweet as her. In her true nature, it really might’ve just been a safe food to get her feeling comfortable enough to open up.

“I’ve gotten cake for us to share!” she exclaims quite happily, and there is no denying the lightened crinkle at the corners of her eyes, nor the smile that practically beams to her ears. It’s evident, much so in the way her hands slightly shake in excitement when she pushes forth the plate.

She’s been coming to you a lot like this lately, giving treats for the both of you to share, and then spending the rest of the day with you afterwards (And though she’d never reveal aloud: it is quite as superficial as it is, to use these baked sweets as a crumbling excuse just to spend more time with you, over and over again). But when she spends time with you, the brightness in her expression is all the same, even after the dessert.

And speaking of the dessert, do tell her you love it, please; Because if you look close enough to see the flour along her neck or the frosting in her hair, you’ll realize she made all those desserts herself, just for you.

gift giving + quality time

( when receiving. ) — 𝐖𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃 often materialized to the form of drowning tears, one she grew accustomed to fearing the suffocating feeling. To live by those tears for five centuries meant the association of tears with a shattering coldness that dried in freezing trails along her face; So when your hands upon her messy cheeks made her tears feel warm, she swears she really might melt at any second.

“Darling Furina,” when you speak, so gently like she’s cracking glass, there’s a grip that pulls her heartstrings taut against her chest—it’s a pull so desperate and longing, yet not for the freedom she once desired. No, she realized as you spoke, “You don’t have to feel trapped any longer,” that this longing was for you to love her back, to return the feelings that swelled so painfully in her human heart.

“Tell me you’ll stay,” she whimpers fleeting words, stuttered through sobs. Her hands trembling, she grabs at your wrists, steading them in place so your hold does not move away from her face. And the warmth you give her—she feels a genuine love she’s never received these past centuries, one she craves so severely she fears she may willingly drown in your love forever. If only for a moment, she wants to say, but she knows in her chest she’ll crave for much longer.

So when you smile at her, inching closer until she feels your warmth embrace her like the morning sun, you whisper ever so kindly, “I won’t leave, for as long as you allow me to stay with you.” — She feels herself crying harder in your arms.

physical touch + words of affirmation

[ratedfleur]

tag, whos completely obsessed with eating you out. Making eye contact with you while tongue-fucking you makes him so hard. He loves seeing all your cute facial expressions and hearing all your cute whimpers as he tongues your hole, thumb circling your clit. BUT plot twist: with him making you feel so good, tears of pleasure start rolling down your face and he swore he couldve came in his boxers right there. SOOO dacryphilia tag???? Thoughts??? I’m going insane 😭😭😭

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tag would definitely be so desperate to make you cry and cum too, he would diligently get in between your legs and immediately latch on your cunt, tongue lapping up your slick before toying with your swollen clit before moving down to your hole, flicking the tip of his tongue against the gaps.

even while toying with your hole, he has his eyes fixated on you who kept writhing as you arched your back, moaning as tag kept eating you out.

he even slips a few fingers into you, curling them up inside of you as he’s flicking and sucking at your clit, smiling when he sees you start to tear up and pull at his hair to pull him closer to you.

tag hums against your pussy, making you whimper before you called out to him with a shaky voice. “‘s too much baby..” you sniffle, only to feel tag finger and lick you up with no remorse, only listening to your whimpers and sniffles.

tag purposely hikes your thighs up, pushing them up only to place them on his shoulders, letting him get closer towards your cunt only to properly slurp and suck at your sensitive bits as he fingers you, making you cry out to him before balls of tears start cascading down your face as you try to push him away despite your mouth telling him to keep going.

he smiles before lying his tongue flat against you, flicking his tongue at your pussy like an dog drinking water. you shriek, crying out as you told him you were close.

tag simply hums as he ate you out, watching as you cried out to him before you started cumming on his tongue, making him gleam at the taste of you against his tongue.

[snwusberry]

yeonjun is definitely the type to smile into a kiss

NO I SEE IT!!!

it's the big moment. you're both here standing in front of all your friends and family on this very special day facing each other with big smiles on your faces. you and yeonjun have already said your vows and tears have been shed at the sweet words you've said to amd about one another. you're looking at each other in anticipation as the priest says a few closing words.

"and by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride."

you and yeonjun move closer and he rests his hands on your waist and your arms find their way on his shoulders as your lips touch. as everyone around you guys claps and cheers at the union, yeonjun can't help but smile against your lips.

[muchlovekatia]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ DRABBLE —

desperate!theo

warnings! : smut ,, nipple play ,, piv sex ..

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THEODORE NOTT, whose cool heeding and quiet calculation change completely when you're rolling your hips on his cock, hands on his sweaty abs, perched atop him and facing him directly so he can see every contort of your face, every bounce of your breasts.

theodore nott, who once vowed he'd only take, never beg, but moans such pretty little lewd sounds just for your ears, soft pleas forming your name over and over again.

you're everything all at once to him. he's never had anything like you. you, who can make him hard with even the slightest touch and knows it, too. you, who has taken every ounce of dignity from him, he once warded so heavily against.

"please— fuck please—" he whines out, his chest rising and falling with his every, labored breath. you look like a goddess atop him, drawing yourself up and down his dick rapidly, moving your pussy in tune with his fervent bucks.

the sounds he makes are borderline pornographic. his hands are on your hips, trying to drive his own upward, trying to get into every fucking inch of you. "i'll be so good.. i'll be such— a— fuck— good boy...!" he cries.

and the snarky smile that comes easy to your lips has his cock twitching within you. "yea, you'll be good for me?" you ask, cocking your head. he can only moan a pathetic whine in response, trying to guide your hips. you let him, looking down at his desperate face, and he's staring up at you with such lust, that without thinking, you grab his head and shove it to your boob, arching your back into his touch and throwing your head back.

theo quickly catches the memo and eagerly looks to your tits, lips latching to your nipple, suckling as he watches you for confirmation that he is indeed, doing good. you gasp slightly and groan, nodding. "yea, such a good boy, theo..."

and he's rutting up faster, trying to pleasure you as best he can but ending up only pleasuring himself further. he doesn't know what to do with himself in his heat, his desire compelling him to fall limp and just keep rutting up, but his wanting for your release keeping him going strong. his lips detach and reattach as he tries to do two things at once, but he can't, spit stringing and falling down his chin and your bare boobs.

"fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," he cries out, lifting you up and forcing you back onto him so your body can meet his thrusts. "need it— need you so bad! shit!" and all his attempts to get you to cum end up getting him to in the end. he's toppling over that edge and shooting his thick load into your tight pussy, crying and begging like a pathetic bitch in heat, tears down his face, cock sputtering within you.

"such a good boy— so good— just for you—! promise it!" he chokes out, head falling limp occasionally as he tried his hardest not to lose his senses, stammering your name weakly. "only yours—! yours—"

words he never thought he'd say. and yet here he is.

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i don't see a lot of submissive!theo

[svtcrus]

where they like to kiss you || jjk men x gn!reader

JJK drabble / Headcannon

includes: Gojo , Geto , Nanami and Toji

disclaimer : slightly suggestive, read at your own risk, you have been warned

Gojo Satoru

satoru likes to kiss your neck. i mean what do you expect from him. after a long day and working hours on end of exorcizing and teaching, all he wants to do is to inhale your sweet scent. so whenever he comes home, he's hugging you from behind face buried in the crook of your neck. leaving lovebites while also peppering you with kisses. it leaves you tangling your fingers in his soft snow hair, longing for more.

"...missed your sweetness baby."

Getou Suguru

suguru is a tummy kisser. he loves your hips, absolutely loves how he can trace your lines and embrace your beautiful body. whenever he cuddles with you, his head is on your stomach as you play with his raven locks. he's pulling your shirt up to kiss your stomach. it leaves a ticklish feeling but it has you red every time he does it. he simply just loves you like that, and loves teasing you whenever he catches your pink face.

"you like it when I kiss you here don't cha?"

Nanami Kento

he's a gentlemen, always making sure he isn't making you feel uncomfortable or overwhelming you with his actions. with such respect, he loves to give you kisses on the back of your hand. sometimes when you're alone and he's holding your hand, he'll randomly just bring it to his soft lips so he can pepper little kisses. as he does so, he looks at you with a soft smile while your looking at him all flushed.

"I love you very dearly, darling."

Fushiguro Toji

he's addicted to your lips. god he loves your lips. why must he kiss anywhere else when your lips are there for a reason? he will always snatch an opportunity to live a peck on your lips, and when you're alone... well let's just say pecks lead to sessions that leave you breathless. he loves to kiss your lips because he can prove to those around you that your his, and only his.

"mmm, i love your lips honey."

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@svtcrus || 08.02.2023

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[ellieslob]

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𐙚 ellie williams

—one shots

⋆ les !!! ☠︎︎ (rockstar ellie x fem reader)

⋆ obsessed !!! ☠︎︎ (reader is dina’s ex, ellie gets jealous in the wrong way)

⋆ cheerleader x pervy!loser ellie!!! ☠︎︎ (reader caught ellie looking by her window)

—headcanons

⋆streamer ellie ㅤᵕ̈ ಇ

—drabbles n imagines

⋆ellie got sick ಇ

—request’s

ARE OPEN!

𐙚 hazel callahan

—one shots

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[pandoraslxna]

First of all- wow. Thank you all so much for helping me achieve this milestone that I didn’t thought was even possible!! 😭

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[concretecultist]

Hey! Would you be up for writing Matt smut? Author’s choice on the topic!

I love a little angst so I had to add a little bit of that in here if that was okay!

THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES.

18+!!!!

Warnings: a lil bit of angst, smut, p in v , oral (f and m receiving) unprotected sex, mentions of crying

A/n: I don’t know how to write short stories so I hope that it’s okay that it’s not a Drabble or anything. Pls reblog if you enjoyed 🥰

~Berry🫐

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“Your job always comes first, I get it,” here you are, once again just hoping Matt would compromise. His visits are always short, he’s always on the road, home doesn’t feel like home anymore.

“Oh come on, don’t say it like that,” Matt was tired of the back and forth too, but there was only so much he could do, the guys were blowing up and this was his job, he can’t abandon that.

“Like what?,” you wanted to hide the tears, you hated for him to see you cry, even after years of being together, crying was something you still felt ashamed about, you were working on that though.

“As if you come second!,”

“Don’t I though?,” with a squint of your eyes you tilt your head in hopes to get your point across, “This job… this life is who you were before you met me and it will always be who you are. It will always come first and I’m not expecting you to completely abandon that responsibility but I have sacrificed to be there for you. I have exceeded my vacation time to fly with you the moment you ask. All I want is a little more time with you than a week every other month,”

There was a silence that filled the air and honestly, there was nothing Matt could really say. You have sacrificed a lot. You’ve pulled late nights at work just to build more PTO to travel with him, you’ve missed out on office parties because he was supposed to be your plus one but something came up to where he couldn’t be there.

But even the traveling with him wasn’t enough.

You wanted something domestic. Something that didn’t involve tight bunk beds, jet lag and itchy hotel towels.

You wanted movie nights in the solace of your own home, bubble baths together, morning walks and home cooked meals. Obviously, you knew what you signed up for but it was getting a little harder to handle now and you just wanted him there.

“So, where do we go from here?,” he was worried to hear you answer. Was this an ideal situation? No. But you were worth it, and when Matt envisions settling down, you’re there. He knows this is hard but he just needs you to hold on a little longer.

“We move forward,” you answer as if it was simple, and really, it was. “This is hard but at least I still get to call you mine at the end of the day. I still get to call you and say I love you and when you are home, I get to feel your warm embrace and enjoy your company. I know this is your dream and you love it so I’m willing to be patient.. All I want is a little more effort,”

“I’ll give it,” he answered quickly, “I’ll give it. I’ll do more, I will try harder because I don’t want to lose you. You’re endgame… I just want to build a life for us and this is the only way I know how,”

You can see the cogs turning in his mind and he’s starting to overthink this. So you’re pulling him on to the bed with you to climb in his lap.

“Listen,” you sigh with a kiss to his cheek, ‘I don’t want to spend the rest of our time arguing about this. There are… other ways we could be spending our time,”

He hears the teasing edge in your tone and he perks up like a curious dog and you love the way the smirk grows on his face.

“Do tell?,”

“I think the best way to let the other know that we missed each other isn’t by going back and forth about it, but by… proving it,”

You remove the hat that has become a daily accessory.

“I know you missed the way I kissed right here,” your tone is dressed with desire when you kiss right under his ear, once the kiss is planted, you feel him shiver, “I know you missed the way I wear your Cannibal Corpse shirt with just a pair of underwear like I am now,”

You would be the death of this man. Being on the road was hard enough but not being able to be intimate with his girl was torture.

So he took control, like he always does and suddenly you feel shy.

Matt was a lover boy and just like you always made sure he felt loved and handsome, he makes sure you feel loved and beautiful. He knows that after so much time spent apart that you begin feel self conscious about showing yourself to him.

His hand makes its way up under the shirt to cup your breasts to feel your nipples harden under his touch.

It never fails. He knows how to melt your worries away with a simple touch.

“I love it when you look at me like,” he beams, his smile was healing, every time he smiled it was like you were floating because it was a smile made for you.

“Like what?,” your eyes are glazed over now, under his spell of casual dominance

“Like I hung the stars in the sky by hand, one by one,” his head dips down to plant kisses all over your stomach, a finger dipping under the waistband of your panties, spreading the wetness that was there for him to devour.

His lips were on your clit in no time, your hands tangling in his hair. It’s like every time he goes down on you, your lungs are pumped full of the freshest air. He always took care of you and he could always tell that was a fact with the way you would call out his name.

“Mattyyyyyy,” he could reel an orgasm out of you in record time, you were his girl and it was only fair that he do just that.

Despite you just cumming around his fingers, he wasn’t ready to withdraw them from you, so he kept moving them in and out of you at a tantalizing pace. He was hypnotized by the way you coated his fingers, like his appendages were a painting but it wasn’t complete until they were coated with a gloss.

“I want to take care of you,” an exhausted voice rings through his ears, pulling him out of his daze.

“You are,” he answered plainly.

Matt was the type of guy to get his rocks off from his girl being well taken care of. He loved it when you took care of him, however, letting him take care of you was indeed, you taking care of him.

“No, I NEED to take care of you,” you sit up and pull away which caused Matt to whine as his fingers were removed from your core, “I spent too long without the weight of you in my mouth. I just wanna take care of you,”

How could he say no when you sound so pretty like that? With that needy pout.

It wasn’t long before you find yourself flat on your stomach in between his legs with his heavy length in your mouth. He was a pretty man but this angle right here? With his head propped up on some pillows, looking down at you with hooded eyes, sweat beading on his forehead, little gasps escaping his pink, parted lips? It was an unmatched view. It was a view that you wanted tattooed on your skin, it was an image worth hanging up on your wall.

“Just like that, baby,” his thumb caressed your cheek while you made a mess in his lap, spit dripping down your chin, pretty doe eyes staring back up at him, if you didn’t stop, he was going to cum and he didn’t want to cum just yet. He’s gone long enough without being inside you and he’ll be damned if he cums anywhere else.

But he wasn’t ready to remove himself from your mouth just yet.

Your tongue circled him so well, you gagged around him so deliciously, the way you made sure to pay his balls some attention while stroking him always had his heels digging into the mattress.

“Baby please,” his plea was a mixture of a whimper and a groan and you knew you had to give him a break. Pulling off of him with a pop, you were back in his lap, lips immediately attaching to his so that he could taste himself off your tongue and you could taste yourself off of his.

You don’t know how much time has passed as you could kiss him forever if you could, but Matt couldn’t handle the feeling of you dripping onto him, he couldn’t handle the pulsing of your core.

You were about to take off the shirt you’re wearing but he stopped you, “Keep it on,” he demanded so sweetly.

“Not to cover you up but, I just like taking you when you wear my clothes,” he was so gentle when flipping you over and lifting the shirt up just enough to reveal your breasts in which he took in his mouth, working up the courage to slide in. He was just so nervous that he would bust embarrassingly quick.

“Mattyyy,” it was a sweet hum, a call to him that he wouldn’t dare ignore.

“I got you, honey,” removing himself from your chest to use one hand to hold the back of your head as he pressed his forehead against yours, and using the other to guide himself into you.

Both of your mouths hung open as he slid in. He breathed in your moan as if to siphon your life force to keep him alive.

Your thighs were wide open, heels resting on his lower back as he built up a pace. He was hitting every spot. It was too good and yet you couldn’t close your eyes because how do you tear them away when he’s staring you directly into your soul?

“Don’t stop,” is all you can say, “Please, please, please,”

He uses his free hand to take one of your legs and push it back until it’s touching your chest. This new angle brings tears to your eyes as it helps him dig deeper until you feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck, I missed you!,” your hands wrap around his neck just needing to feel him under your touch.

“I know, baby. I missed you too,”

The kiss he delivers is packed with need and frustration. He needs you so bad and your circumstances keep this from happening more often, but it also makes these moments so much more fulfilling.

It was so difficult to focus on one sensation that it felt like you were about to crumble into pieces. The feeling of his lips on yours, teeth clashing, feeling him grip your hair at the back of your head, feeling the skin of his forehead on yours. The way he won’t break your eye contact, the feeling of his breathy moans on your lips.

It was pushing you closer to the edge and you couldn’t help the tears from flowing.

Then you have the feeling of his hand tightly gripping the crease of your knee like his life depended on it. But you know it was to keep him grounded so he didn’t cum before you did. Then you have his pelvis grinding onto your clit as he rolled his hips into you. The feeling of his tip nudging your cervix and the length of him hitting every other spot that caused you to tremble in his grasp.

“Matty I think.. it’s too much, I can’t,”

“You’re almost there, baby. You know I got you, you can do it,”

You had no choice but to tighten your grip. Your eyes had no choice but to flutter as he picked up the pace, pelvis slapping against yours when he sat back on his heels to drink in the view of your fucked out face with your breasts on display in his shirt.

“No!, come back, please. Come back, come back,” you really just needed him near. Even with him literally inside of you, he was just too far away.

He understands, he just needed to take a mental picture of how ethereal you look right now.

“I’m right here,” his forehead is on yours once more and his swollen lips are tangling with yours for the umpteenth time tonight.

“You can do it, baby. Can you cum for me? I know it’s a lot but you can do it,”

The way he coaxed you was your undoing.

You didn’t care how loud you were as your orgasm ripped you apart at the seams, taking every ounce of energy, it felt so good you couldn’t help but sob.

“That’s it,” he whispered, “That’s my girl,”

With a few more strokes, due to you throbbing around him, Matt’s resolve unraveled and he was spilling inside of you. Both of you huffing and trying to catch your breath.

He tried to get off of you to clean you up but you wrapped your arms even tighter around his neck and whimpered one simple word.

“No,”

“I have to clean you up,”

“I really just need you close, Matty. Please don’t leave right now. Just stay,”

He could hear the desperation in your voice. It was a sound he hadn’t heard in a while.

For the duration of your relationship, you’d kept a brave face, always keeping in mind that you will see Matt again, that you will hold him and kiss him and laugh with him again.

But tonight the brave face had to be hung up on the wall and it was now time to wear the face of vulnerability.

“Just stay right here, a little longer. Please?,”

How could he say no?

You loved the feeling of him weighing you down because it helped remind you that he was here, that he was real.

Matt made it look easy, to be able to leave and not get emotional. But little did you know, it’s been eating him up inside for ages.

He knew something would have to give.

[nishiriki]

goodnight, my love. | sim jaeyun

심재윤 + sleepy!reader 🫐 fluff • wc 115

bre’s final words - hiii! this is my first drabble in awhileeeeee so bare with me guys…i also wrote this in school so don’t mind any spelling mistakes i made i was just writing what i was thinking atm T_T. anywho enjoy!

“and then i turned the corner and he shot me! even after he said he’d spare me!” jake complained to you for the nth time about how ni-ki “betrayed his trust”

“that’s messed up” you hummed out, currently trying to fight the sleep you oh so desperately craved at the moment. “hey? are you even listening to me?” “mhm” you lazily replied. even though he was a bit hurt, he couldn’t deny how pretty you were when you were tired.

he giggled and quietly said “goodnight, my love. i hope you have nothing but sweet dreams tonight.” and with that you fell asleep soon after he said that with a slight smile on your face.

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credits to @plutism for the blue hearts divider <3

[yuellii]

🫐 I'd love anything fluffy involving Lyney and cats that you'd be willing to write!

~ ☆

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𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓; Some card tricks hidden by his hands, nervous tricks upon his sleeve—anything to buy time right now, because Archons, where could I have put it?

Questions of panic ran though his mind as his hands were beginning to calm up, all the meanwhile he could tell very well you were getting bored with how drearily long this performance was getting. He didn’t mean for it to be like this—truly, he really did not! But that damn thing ( thing, meaning the literal main part of this act ) somehow slipped away from his fingertip. “And—!” Ah, no, it was still not inside his hat. “Um, one second.” He’s never been this this terrible of a slip-up in his magic trick before; it was so embarrassing.

( Well, minus that one time he indirectly killed a man and got put on trial, but that’s besides the point. )

“Mrow!”

Oh. Oh no.

Your attention snapped back to the sound of meowing in an instant, eyes drawn away from Lyney’s performance to the little animal that was staring up at you from the sidelines with a wood chip in its mouth. Oh this is bad, the magician internally panicked, So that’s where the little thing ran off to.

You gasped right away, eyes softening at the cat ( who, in turn, decided to drop the wood chip and put on its best glimmering eyes for you ) before you got up out of your seat to pick it up. “Aw, he’s just a baby!” you cry, pulling the cat close.

“Ah haha, good observation…” His smile was sheepish, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he stood there uncomfortably and forgotten. “Surprise…? I guess…”

You looked back at him, confused—but also, with a cat in your arms.

“That was, um,” he glanced to the side before looking back at you, “supposed to be part of my magic trick. I would pull the cat out of my hat, and then…” He gestured towards your blank stare with his hands, hoping you’d fill in the blanks for yourself. Because he sure didn’t want to do so. Not at all. “And then I’d let you keep the cat as a gift, yeah.”

He has the urge to hit himself at the side of his head.

He doesn’t realize he actually did so, until you called out to him in worry. Ah, he really needs to work on how he acts.

[ratedfleur]

BREEDING WITH JONGWOO??

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jongwoo would always have you in a mating press, mind stuck on the fact that he wants to breed and fill you up with his seed that would blossom into a baby.

jongwoo just wants to turn you into the prettiest mommy, filling your pretty cunt up with his cum. he even makes sure that you wouldn’t waste a single drop, almost immediately slipping in a plug to keep his cum in you.

“gonna make you all pretty, yeah? be my baby’s mommy..” jongwoo grunts, plowing into your pussy as you screamed, nails scratching jongwoo’s chest as you held onto him for leverage.

your cunt speaks for you, clenching and pulsating around jongwoo’s girth as he keeps your thighs flat against your upper body.

it doesn’t take long for you to cum unannounced, making jongwoo grunt before gripping your thighs tightly as he kept fucking you harder, chasing his own orgasm while muttering a series of words about breeding and impregnating you.

“fillin’ you up with my cum, gonna make me a daddy— hhng fuck! ‘m cumming.” jongwoo groaned before he thrusted hardly into your pussy, slamming his cock into you before spurting his hot cum into your warm cavern.

[snwusberry]

Beomgyu is definitely the kind of boyfriend to share the other earphone with his s/o

HSHWHWUSHAVAU HOW TO KILL A BEOMGYU STAN 101!!!

no bc he's literally comfort in human form imo so like imagine you had a bad day and he's waiting for you so you can walk together to the bus stop. he can sense that you're not in the mood to talk so instead he takes it to the playlist the two of you put together and plugs in his earphones, offering you the other ear. you two sit together at the bus stop together waiting for the bus as he let's you rest your head on his shoulders and you watch him play games on his phone.

ffs

[konigenblobbity]

MASTERLIST

Welcome to my Masterlist! I keep it as updated as possible, both with adding the links to published works, along with updating it if I have any works in the process.

Here is the key in order to navigate it! Enjoy meine Lieben <3 (I’m still figuring out the layout, and how I want to set it up, so this may not be the final look)

Key:

🫐 —> Fluff

🍷 —> NSFW

☁️ —> Angst

🪩 —> Request

🌼 —> Headcannon

💋 —> Drabble

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons

🍷 So They Know You’re Mine - F!Reader

🍷 You Think I Wouldn’t Know? - F!Reader

🫐🍷🪩 First Time - F!Reader

🫐☁️ What is Your Problem?!, [Part 2] - F!Reader

☁️🍷 We Shouldn’t be doing this… - F!Reader

🫐☁️🪩 Emergency Contact - GN!Reader

☁️ Hostage Situation [Part 2] - GN!Reader

König

🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons

🫐 Paranormal Encounters, [Part 2] - F!Reader

🫐🍷Can’t Help but Fall Apart - F!Reader

🫐🍷🪩 My Sweet Sachertorte- F!Reader

🫐 One Floaty, Two Lovers - GN!Reader

🫐☁️ Stop Distracting me - GN!Reader

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish

🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons

🫐☁️ What is Your Problem?!, [Part 2] - F!Reader

Captain John Price

🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

🌼🪩 SFW and NSFW Headcannons

!! COMING SOON !!

🫐🍷 Put on a show - 141 + König x F!Reader

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie ‘Spider-Punk’ Brown

🫐🍷 Metallic Beauties - F!Reader

🫐 Flirty and Teasing - F!Reader

🫐☁️ Heartthrob to Heartbreaker - F!Reader

☁️ It’s all Written Down, [Part 2] - F!Reeader

🫐☁️🪩 Deafening Silence - F!Reader

🌼🪩 Triple Threat - F!Reader

🍷All For You - F!Reader

🫐☁️ At Home Medic - F!Reader

🫐💋 Kisses Before Bed - GN!Reader

☁️🪩 Out of Line - GN!Reader

🌼🪩 Hobie x Non-Verbal Reader

🍷💋 Hobie on a Leash - F!Reader

🫐🍷🪩 I Like ‘em Big, I Like ‘em Hunky - F!Buff!Reader

🍷💋 Hobie Realizes he Likes Being Choked - F!Reader

Pavitr Pranhakar

🌼🪩 Triple Threat - GN!Reader

Miguel O’Hara

☁️🪩 Out of Line - GN!Reader

🫐☁️ Lion Tamer, [Bonus]- GN!Reader

🍷 Stress Relief - F!Reader

!! COMING SOON !!

🍷 Sleepless Nights - Miguel x F!Reader

🍷🪩 Making love - Hobie x F!Reader

🫐🪩 Courting you - Hobie / Miguel x GN!Reader

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Mandalorian

!! COMING SOON !!

🍷 Taking Care of the General - Anakin x F!Jedi!Reader

☁️ My Own Personal Nurse - Anakin x F!Reader

Narcos

Javier Peña

☁️ It Wasn’t My Fault, [Part 2] - F!Reader

!! COMING SOON !!

[svtcrus]

Better without you || geto suguru x gn!reader

ANGST | hurt with no comfort

a/n : another 2am drabble , this one is angsty folks

notes : mentions of death , reader dies , includes some manga spoilers read at your own risk , angsty geto . lowkey just a sad drabble

synopsis : would geto sacrifice you for his perfect world?

"don't do this suguru.." you softly spoke, trying to hide your fear and pain in your voice. yet your words still quivered.

here you were in your formerly shared bedroom with the man you thought loved you as much as you did him.

however that very man had his technique out in the pit of the moonlight that felt brighter than ever. as if the heavens above were welcoming your death already.

here you stood. lips trembling. while geto suguru stood at the doorway with no emotion on his face. the man you've been dreading to see ever since he disappeared after going on that one mission. no excitement nor joy was found within you at all.

while your lips trembled, his lips that looked more dry rather than soft as before, let out a cold chuckle.

"you know I love you y/n. yeah?" it didn't feel like he did.

eyes that were once full with so much colour only bore deep into your fragile soul, darkness is all that engulfs geto suguru.

"but you don't love me enough to stop this?" you unconsciously mutter, a sad smile forming as you look at him. suguru remained silent

when you heard the news of sugurus rampage, killing his own parents, eradicating an entire village. all due to his ever growing dislike of non-sorcerers. that of which was also you, you were a non-sorcerer. every night you slept to the thought of, "does he still love me?", and "am I next?". it took him 5 years to finally answer.

at this point your future was set. you couldn't run away from one of the strongest, former sorcerers of your time. not when you aren't one yourself. so all you did was walk closer to him under the dim light emitting from your bedroom window. the wooden floor creaking from your gentle steps, and next thing you knew you were face to face for the first time in 5 years.

"it's okay. I know why you're here, just do it suguru." you mumble, as tears begun to flow out of your eyes. eyes that used to provide him with so much comfort. so much life. so much love. that's the thing, they used to. now those very same eyes looked at him with nothing but hurt.

'this was all so I could complete my goal' he told himself.

his disgust for non sorcerers was like a drug to him. the addictiveness and glory he felt killing these people he called monkeys. for they gave him an ick, a feeling he couldn't rid himself of if he doesn't rid them first. and he could slowly feel his nerves cringing as you stood face to face with one another.

"it's for the better of the world."

"better without me?"

"yes." was all he said before you felt the piercing of his curse technique going straight through your already broken heart.

"better without you.." he whispered beneath the shadows of his bangs that covered his face. he looked down, now witnessing his last salvation dead before him. yet he didn't feel any guilt nor remorse.

that day geto suguru turned around not sparing another glance to your lifeless form. disappearing once more in the dark.

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@svtcrus || 07.27.2023

all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize.

[kairiscorner]

heyoo, i haven't been going online lately so i haven't been asking ahuhuuu 😭😭 anywhooo i got an idea for a spider!person reader who isn't against killing villains and i wonder what miguel would think about that 🤔🤔🤔👀👀

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DRABBLE TIME !!! the tension between you two would be so ...

we aren't murderers. – miguel o'hara x reader

"this is kind of a stupid question, but why don't we kill villains?" you ask miguel as you look at him from the corner of your eye, all stretched out and relaxed on the web hammock you made for yourself in his office to chill on. miguel didn't reply and continued monitoring the different universe's ongoings on his screens and monitors–ignoring you and your morbid question, practically.

"i mean, think about it; if they're causing problems in different universes, silencing them would be the right thing to do, right? i mean... you wanted to kill your universe's venom, i know i should've... killed the villain in my world. why can't we do the same for others'–" "we're supposed to be the good guys." he replied promptly as he shut off the monitor he was watching intently. you caught a faint glimpse of what he was watching, and noticed a frame of miguel and a little girl in the footage–the two of them all smiles in a frozen, perfect picture between father and daughter.

you sigh as you sit up on the hammock. "i honestly didn't expect you of all people to be the scrupulous type." you commented under your breath as miguel looked at you with a narrowed gaze. "whatever kind of angsty rut you're going through, please snap out of it." he muttered to you as you rolled your eyes. "i still don't understand, villains can murder innocent people while we... we can't deliver the same justice upon them? what kind of system–" "it's the system the multiverse operates on, it's what keeps everything in place." he said as he cut you off again.

"...we'll never know why the multiverse allows villains to exist, or why we were given powers–denied a normal existence, but... under any and all circumstances..." miguel trailed off as he walked over towards you and towered over you; his icy glare bearing into your very soul as he stared down at you. "...we are the good guys. we can't stoop to these villains and anomalies' level, we are better than them for this; we are not murderers." he murmured as he turned around and walked off, leaving you exhaling a breath you didn't realize you were holding in as he spoke all... intimidatingly. miguel sighed and let his tensed up shoulders sink as his eyes darted over to the screen where the footage between him and his daughter was frozen on that one frame where they were all smiles and... happy, for a moment, for a time... this is why he does what he does, even if he doesn't always like it.

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