#he's shy but he likes attention 😏

[austinslounge]

He's a Leo 🦁😏🥰

"That's exactly me!" (Cute😄)

[moonstruckme]

Whimsical!reader x Shy!remus 🤭🤭🤭 like the boys always try and get Remus to go out with them and he always tries to say no but James promises that Lily has a friend Remus might get along with and Remus is just so entranced by Whimsical!reader that he starts to come out of his shell and James is all 😏 “If I would’ve known it would end up like this I would’ve had you bring her around sooner, Evans”

Thanks for requesting my love!

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader ♡ 933 words

“You can’t go home before ten,” Sirius insists, stepping through the front door as James chats with the party’s host, some co-worker of Lily’s. 

“I can go home whenever I want,” Remus says gruffly. 

“Give us an hour at least,” James negotiates as he breaks away from his conversation. He takes the lead of their little group automatically, navigating them through the house to the patio out back. “Lily’s friend is really sweet, I think you’ll like—hi!” His face splits open as he catches sight of his girlfriend, waving. 

He hurries over for a kiss. “I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” 

“I saw you this morning,” Lily reminds him, smiling against his lips. 

“Too long a period of separation. Terrible.” 

Despite the fact that they’re really being very tame, Sirius groans loudly. 

“You live together,” he complains, “don’t you think you could do this another time?”

Lily rolls her eyes at him, but James straightens, recalling his primary aim of the evening. 

“Right, this is Y/N,” he gestures to you, sitting with your feet tucked underneath you on the couch. He supposes you’ve found somewhere to stow your shoes away for the evening. “Y/N, this is Sirius” --Sirius shoots you one of his roguish half-grins. It slips a bit when you smile and nod politely, seemingly unaffected-- “and Remus.” 

Remus raises his hand in a little wave, but it does nothing to dim the lustrous smile you send him. James nudges his friend your way, going to sit with Lily and leaving Sirius to go in search of drinks. 

Lily’s done her job well. She’s chosen a quiet spot, tucked away at the fringes of the party, where you can enjoy the music without having to shout over it. James watches furtively as you take to Remus instantly, asking a steady stream of questions in your quiet, serene voice. Remus seems a bit tense, as if wary of some unknown form of verbal attack, but James is assured that he’ll relax soon. That tends to be your effect. 

You’re an odd bird, but mellow in a way James suspects will appeal to his reticent friend. Over the years, he’s found that Remus doesn’t need to be pulled from his shell so much as he needs people to crawl in there with him. You seem like you’d be exactly the right fit. 

“Neither of you are subtle,” Sirius says, returning with drinks for the three of them. “They’re going to scare if you keep staring at them like that.” 

“Shit.” Lily turns quickly, accepting her drink and fixing her attention deliberately on Sirius. “Do you think they’ve noticed?” 

“No,” James says. He has to hide a smile in his drink as you take one of Remus’ hands in both of your own. Remus’ face has turned stop-sign red, but you’re oblivious, running your fingers over his palm with tender care. “I think they’re too caught up in each other to pay us much mind.” 

“What the hell are they doing?” Sirius leans against the back of the chair Lily and James are sharing. 

Lily is visibly restraining herself from turning around to see what he’s talking about. James laughs, dipping his head to kiss her freckled shoulder. 

“I think it’s a palm reading.” 

“Oh, she’s freaky good at that,” Lily says. “I mean, I don’t want to believe in it and I don’t think I do, but she hasn’t been wrong yet.” 

James raises his eyebrows at her. “That’s a lot, coming from you.” 

His girlfriend scowls, sipping her drink. “I don’t like it.” 

“I can’t believe Moony’s blushing just from her holding his hand like that,” Sirius marvels. He shakes his head, astounded. “This has got to be the most prudish flirting I’ve ever seen.” 

“I’m not even sure she’s trying to flirt with him,” James admits. “I think this is just the way she is.” 

Sirius scoffs. “Whatever it is, it’s working. Look at his mouth.” 

James does. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Lily evidently can’t stand it any longer. She turns around, but frowns when she sees nothing. “What is it?” 

“He’s got his tongue tucked into the corner of his mouth,” James explains, leaning over to align her vision with his. “See that little bump? That’s his tell. He’s trying not to smile.” He sits back, smug. “He likes her.” 

The more James watches, the more obvious it becomes. The faint flush that’s spread across Remus’ freckles, never really going away. The way he holds eye contact with you unfailingly, when ordinarily he’d be dropping his gaze. The tongue-tuck, which slips up occasionally as a bashful grin lifts the corners of his mouth. 

James doesn’t know you as well as Lily does, but he thinks you must like Remus too, from the way you keep talking to him without ever looking for your friend to come rescue you. Soon the conversation seems to have found its rhythm, with Remus contributing as much as you do. He starts teasing you, a familiar hand on your knee or a quirked eyebrow at something you say, and you eat it up. Your laughter tinkles like windchimes, floating over the party even after he, Lily, and Sirius have stopped paying attention. 

You move closer together over the course of the night. James’ one-hour stipulation passes, then another. Eventually, Lily is ready to go home and Remus hasn’t brought it up once. Probably distracted by the whisper of air separating his nose from yours. 

James whistles softly. “Evans, if I’d known this would go so easily I wouldn’t have you bring her around a long time ago.” 

[myownwholewildworld]

pretty nails — a javier peña oneshot

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: javi pays for your manicure 😏 a/n: look, we all know pedro is obsessed with nails, but so is javier fucking peña. so there's that, that's the whole plot lmao i just needed to flush this idea out of my system so i could live my life in peace. comments and reblogs appreciated. enjoy! x warnings: 18+, mdni. handjob. oral (m! receiving). implied face-sitting/oral (f! receiving). no use of y/n. no description of reader. w/c: 964 (a small drabble to get us in the xmas spirit) divider by @\saradika-graphics

“Show ‘em to me again, encanto (dear),” Javi’s voice was charged with huskiness, rumbling in his chest thickly.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him. This man was a menace to all your senses, but you had absolutely no complaints.

Javier had insisted on accompanying you to the manicure appointment. He sat with you the whole time, helping you decide the theme and the design. You both agreed that a Christmas set was most fitting with the holiday season fast approaching — a base of red with touches of white and an obscene number of charms decorated your coffin nails. Javi had really gone wild with the choices, way more excited than you were.

And this was why. As much as it was his gift to you, it was also to himself.

You curled your fingers around his hard erection, your pretty nails sparkling under the dimmed light of his bedroom. The velvety skin underneath your touch was burning with desire, and so were you.

Your left hand sprawled across his lower tummy, showing him the art on your nails as your thumb stroked his happy trail. Your digits lazily worked his throbbing shaft, the head glistening with precum although you had only barely started. A white pearl topped his glans, inviting and seducing.

“Encanto, se ven tan bonitas alrededor de mi polla, (they look so beautiful around my cock),” Javi rasped, his dick pulsing on your hand.

Tittering again, you gave him a shy nod.

“Bet they do, you’ve got good taste,” you agreed, pumping him slowly.

Leaning down, your tongue darted out quickly and licked the precum off his cockhead, eager to swallow him whole. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick, you glanced up at him for permission.

He tutted at you.

“Not yet, cariño (darling). Put ‘em to work a bit more for me, please,” his low tone bubbled up his throat with need.

You obliged, your left hand joining your right around his cock. You jerked him off unhurriedly, petting the swollen balls underneath with your plump lips from time to time. His hips bucked up into the warmth of your tight fist, his heartbeat pulsing through the thick vein on the underside of his dick.

Javi groaned, lustful chocolate eyes looking down at your nails. His lips curled into a wicked smile and his thumb drew an invisible line under your chin.

“Are you salivating already, hm?”

You shook your head yes, doe-eyed and plush lips pressed into a fine line.

“Go ahead then, encanto,” he spurred you on.

With no time to waste, almost drooling now, you lapped the underside of his throbbing cock, then sealed your mouth around the plumpness of his tip, suckling on him. You moaned around his thudding girth, hollowing your cheeks to push your head further down his length, until his coarse hairs were tickling the tip of your nose.

Javi groaned like a mad man, revelling in the wet warmth of your mouth. His hand caressed the back of your head, enticing but not forcing. You bobbed on his lap, his dick sinking further down your throat — your mouth was full of him, precum and spit gathering on the corners, overflowing.

His musky, woody scent drove you wild, and you could only swallow him, gently squeezing his balls with your fingers, rubbing them delicately the way you knew he loved.

Your clit was now twitching, begging to be paid attention in your slick seam. In an attempt to soothe the ever-growing need between your thighs, one of your hands moved away from Javi’s testicles to slither it down between your body and the bedsheets. But the moment you did, Javi’s thick fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Nuh-uh, encanto. You’re gonna hurt her with those pretty nails. Sigue chupando y te daré tu recompensa (keep on sucking and I’ll reward you),” he promised, almost choking on his own words.

That was everything you needed to unleash. Sloppily, you devoured his cock — licking, lapping, suckling, tapping it on your tongue whenever you needed a breather. Every time you went down, Javi met you mid-way with a gentle thrust, grunting between gritted teeth and a painfully clenched jaw. One hand stroked the base of his cock, the other cradled his full, aching balls.

Then he finally dissolved in your mouth, ropes of thick white filling you up as you suckled on his flushed, angry tip. You kept on draining him, milking him dry, until he had no more cum to feed you. Then you gulped down all of it.

Unsealing your lips, you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes exaggeratedly, almost innocently. Javi moaned at the sight, swiping the trickle of cum on the corner of your mouth to feed it back to you. You sucked his thumb clean, the pad pressing down on your tongue.

“Gonna need to have your nails done at all times for me, babe,” he husked. “And I’ll need to go with you every single time, make sure you aren’t holding back on anything. I don’t care how much they cost.”

You climbed up his body to trap his mouth with yours. Javi’s hands fell on either side of your hips, grabbing the flesh eagerly as you humped his hairy upper thigh, looking for relief.

You whimpered, frustrated. You were drenched, leaking on his thigh, your clit crying for attention now.

“Whatever you want, Javi, pero me prometiste… (but you promised me…),” you trailed off, biting down your bottom lip as you kept on rubbing against his skin.

Javi chuckled, grazing your chin with his bare teeth as he sank further down the bed until he was completely horizontal under you.

“Lo prometido es deuda (a promise is a promise), encanto. Come sit on my face.”

[ophelieverse]

I have an idea,Lia angel🪽can you please write Daemon x Hightower!reader where she is Otto youngest daughter and she is religious like Alicent and her father betrothed her to Daemon?Maybe with a little bit of 😏😏Thank you my angel🤍🤍

⊱ •There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

-Summary:In order to gain full power,Otto Hightower betrothed both of his daughters in the House of the Dragon.

-Warnings:Age gap,a little bit of smutty time,religious topics.

-Thank you for requesting and let me know what you think🫶🏻🩷

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The wind that caressed her bare back no longer carried with it that scent of saltiness that had weighed down her nostrils and kneaded her mouth,while sobs,wheans and bells had shaken her violently in following the ship and the wake of foam that moved away from the beach of Dragonstone and disappeared beyond the horizon.

It had become a pleasant breeze with floral and fruity hints,which rippled her skin filling her with chills,although Lady Y/n Hightower,youngest daughter of Otto Hightower the Hand of the King,was not cold.

She could not feel cold under the scorching sun of the island on which she had been abandoned by her family.Her father who gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and her older sister who cried silently with her,to be alone with her betrothed,the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, not when it was her own body that radiated heat,turning it on from the inside.

Maybe earlier,those days were her father gave her the information of his new plan.Before,perhaps,she had perceived the icy breath of what being married to a man like her future husband would mean,but now... Now those endless tears that had blinded her eyes and moistened her beautiful face had also dried.

«Father,Smith,Warrior,Mother,Maiden,Crone,Stranger.»Y/n whispers those names in her mind with her eyes closed,as if praying could purify her of what is happening to her body.

By the way Daemon hands creep under her nightgown and run through her skin,lingering on places she never dared to explore even on her own.Her hands instead she’ll the rosary of the Seven,to prevent herself from pushing him away or to bring him even closer.

Her whole body felt on fire,her immaculate skin was covered in goosebumps as the night sky engulfed her figure.Daemon had been waiting for her body,for her mind,soul and heart to be completely his.Maybe he suggested to Larys Strong to suggest to that cunt of her father to have her hand to him out of spite,maybe he did because Y/n had always been kind and gentle towards him unlike her father.

What he was certain of was that in that moment she looked like a holy figure,with her hair all sandy,her lips swollen,the skin of her jaw still covered in spit and wine.She looked like one of those gods that she loved tho pray and only now,taking in every inch of her body,he understood why people were religious.Why they needed something to turn to,someone to get on their knees for and chant their names.

Daemon wasn’t a religious person,but he liked to think that the gods had made Y/n just for him.

It was easy in the beginning,when it all started just to see Otto Hightower rage as the prince gave his younger daughter all those attentions.But after a short time,Daemon started to realize that there was something more that was pushing him to always look at her,to caress the back of her neck,to toy with her hair.

It was only when she told him that she prayed for him every night before going to sleep,that everything changed.No one has aver prayed for Daemon,maybe his brother had prayed him to change,but he never went down to his knees before his bed and asked to the gods to always protect him.

From that day he started to pay her more attention,to see the shy way she carried herself,always looking down at her feet,never saying anything without being asked.Always at her father side.She was wasted like this,such a young and beautiful girl that could bring the whole world to its knees to worship and cherish her just like the goddess she was.

When Daemon had caught the whispers of her father wanting to send her back to Old Town to become a Septa,he had to intervene.

He knew Y/n wouldn’t never gave herself to someone like him willingly,not without a promise.And so it was done,in less than a month they would’ve been husband and wife and he could have all the time to see her shine for who she really was,without the dark cloud of her father shadow on her.

Daemon wanted her to want him as he wanted her.Desperately.He wanted to make her shiver from his touch,he wanted to hear her voice breathless and shaky.Oh he wanted to hear her say his name like a prayer,like he was her new god.Full of devotion.

«You should stop crying,Y/n,am I hurting you?»Daemon murmured above her chest,his eyes not leaving the precious and untouched skin of her breast.

«T-that's not what I want.»she lied,her voice was weak and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Daemon takes her nipples in his mouth,one at a time and she can’t stop them from becoming erect and turgid.Her mother made her believe that no one could suck her breasts except her children,that sex was only meant for child-bearing but right now Y/n feels anything but a mother and a pure virgin.She felt dirty,she felt like a whore,she felt good for the first time in her life.

«You are a liar.»her betrothed taunted her,his rosy lips were soft,his tongue warm and wet made her thighs clench.

«Father,Smith,Warrior.»she whispered again,one of her hands was now grasping at Daemon long silver hair as he groaned.

Y/n dwells on those figures with a hint of fear,aware that none of them will come to save her now.Not her father who sold her to the Rogue Prince in marriage.Not the warrior,her sworn protector,that was waiting at the castle for Daemon to be done with her before escorting her to her maidens.In the absence of the smith,her father trusted a demon,Larys Strong,and his advices to strength Alicent oldest son claim to the throne by forging their union just to have Daemon on their side against Rhaenyra when war will come.

«You want this.You want me.»Daemon said looking up at her with lustfull eyes,releasing her nipples.

Y/n face was burning red,her lips were quivering with soft prayers«You should s-stop.»she pleaded.

He was still holding her,his fingers felt like pure fire on her ribs.He kissed his way down from under her breast,savoring the sweet perfume of strawberries and the clean and sinful taste of her immaculate skin.

«Stop where?Here?»he asked,he bit and sucked right under her ribcage making her gasp.

His hands were hiking up the gown of her white nightgown,the smooth and silky texture of her bare legs made his head spin.

«Daemon.»she called for him breathlessly.

«What do you want?Tell me,my beautiful princess.»he whispered.

She tries to stay motionless like a statue,but her body trembles,quivers,while he puts a finger in her and then a second, making her find her more wet than she would have liked.

Her language pronounces aloud the names of the Seven,to prevent herself from yelling at him to stop or to keep going forever.

«You want all this, you want me.»he reminds her,taking in all of her beauty.

«How could I?You're a horrible man.»

She spreads her legs wide and feels him rubbing the tip of his manhood erected against her opening without daring to enter yet,and she hates herself for how reflexively she pushes her pelvis against him,for how she widens her legs even more.

«Maybe you're horrible too.»

Y/n head was spinning and it was difficult to remember how that change had happened,how she had started crying at the betrayal of her family when shortly before she had found herself aching for him,for the man above her as the most unfortunate of disasters;nor how she had come to grasp with her lips a pasty and strong flavor, capable of awakening every sense,capable of awakening in her new desires and instilling new life in her.

When Daemon had walked her to a secret area on the beach of Dragonstone and eased her thirst with the most intense,tasteful wine of the known world she had found herself on her knees for him.Till a week before she used to lift her gowns and get down only to pray her gods,now she was doing for the man that her father had raised her to despise and she loved it more than the gods her mother had taught her to worship.

Then she had found herself laying on the cold and wet sand,Daemon on her like a beast on the pray.

Y/n followed with her tongue the route of a thick drop and found a small bump in her mouth.She enclosed it inside and sucked so as not to disperse any of the spicy notes of that purple liquid.The fingers that had played with his long moon hair tightened their grip in a tacit warning and she chased another trail finding herself flattening her tongue on solid muscles,provoking them with the tip to make them contract and relax to their liking.She sucked in other stylls and bit the skin she found underneath to memorize its texture and remember how even the salty of the sweat could turn into sugar.

She knew that the gift,which was dripping from that chest and which had been offered to her so generously, was not to be wasted and she would savor it greedily.

«Good princess.»Daemon had praised her,his eyes,of the same color of the wine,capturing her every movement.

Y/n blinked and the blurred view allowed her to admire the work of a skilled sculptor.The advent of the chest she was worshipping,stained with other droplets waiting for her passage,caused a wave of desire in her belly.Those paths she was entering would soon lead her to the place where she would finally find peace and a new pang of anticipation caught her unprepared.

She strove to bring back to mind how she ended up like this,on her knees for him.A man with the blood of the dragon in his veins,a man who was undoubtedly a deity:he had dazzled her with an estatic vision of immortal creatures singing and dancing,so colorful and lively that he enchanted and chained her to them.And that drink she had tasted first from his cup,then from his hands and, finally,from the rest of his limbs.

Y/n kneeling between the sea and the rocks, looked up at him eyes and,all of a sudden,she didn't care about anything anymore.Her pupils burned,foamed like the liquid she was collecting,and rested her soul.

Then she had found herself underneath him and somehow,she also founded the strength to pray for forgiveness.For the person she was about to become,for the person she was letting him create.

Maybe she was horrible too.

«I want to be.»she whimpered against his mouth«I want to be just like you.»she pleaded,scratching down his back,the rosary long forgotten on the cold sand.

Mother,Maiden,Crone.

Y/n turns to those names but without really praying to them:she thinks of the Mother,the one that she had lost,the one that she had watched her sister turn into and who is the only definition their father had imposed on both of them,of the Maiden who she is no longer,of the Crone who she does not want to be yet.

And never,never,never like right now she was just Y/n,a woman,as she feels the member of Daemon finally slip into her to its entire length.The intrusion snatches a cry of surprise from her,but even though it’s the first time she feels no pain and she is amazed.

Her lips opens immediately when Daemon one’s looks for hers,his tongue caressing hers slowly as his arms brings her impossible closer to him,almost as he wanted to be one with her.

«Tell me that you are mine,Y/n.Not your father,but mine.»Daemon sounded desperate,moving in and out of her at a languid pace to savor more of the gentle creature he was corrupting.

«I’m yours.»she immediately answered him with a little moan«And you are mine?»she still had that white innocence in her that made him fall in love with her.

«Soon we will be one under the blessing of the Seven.You are mine and i’m yours.»he promised her and she believes him,he’s her new god,one that was created only for her to worship just like he worship her.

Daemon enters and leaves her at an increasingly rapid pace,sinking more forcefully at the end of that provocation;it should be a punishment, perhaps,it is instead for Y/n is a relief.It’s not a torture,not when he fills her,but the emptiness he leaves when all of this will end.She hates how her body does not consider that as a shameful act,making love before being married on the beach,a humiliation,as,in spite of everything,even her mind recognizes that disgract on his virtue infinitely more pleasant than the honest marital duty that her sister had told her about.

Stranger.Stranger.Stranger.

There is no other god left,as she opens her eyes and feels lost in her own release that hits her like the waves that crush on the shore.Daemon is not far behind her,his lilac eyes shining in hers as he empties himself in her.

Y/n surrenders to him,to the only true Stranger she knows,and thinks that after all she could also die in that moment,because she is dying less now than she died for all her life.Because being with Daemon couldn’t be worse than being with her father,because the unprecedented heat that explodes inside her suddenly can be nothing more than death itself.

She opens her lips and Daemon is the only name she outrageously prays as she opens her hands to hold him now to herself,to draw him closer instead of pushing him back,while he sinks for one last time.

The rosary breaks and the beads fall to the sand,like the gods it represent.

«I’m sorry.»he says.

«Everything is alright.»she says back.

Daemon lays on her and begins to caress her with an unexpected and inconsistent sweetness,like that remorse to which she gives voice,but which she understands after all.He would not have been able to ask for all this without offering her father to marry his daughter,because,in any case,if he had only asked for a fun night together she would have said no.

But now of her rabid cruelty nothing remains but a painful fragility;he is a god who falls too,a god who bows to her.It's ironic how she almost feels obliged to console him,to thank him for taking her away from her father hands.

«Thank you,my prince.»Y/n whispered.

Deamon closed his eyes,laying on her bare chest and enjoying the warmth of her skin«You're the only beautiful thing I will ever have,Y/n.I will make you a happy wife.»and he sounded sincere,she believed him.

Father,Smith,Warrior,Mother,Maiden,Crone,Stranger.

She no longer worships the gods now,because they are cruel,those who brand such a sweet pleasure as a sin.

She doesn't think about the gods anymore,Y/n, because now she knows what it means to be human.

There is no longer any god,not after the Hour of the owl,when Daemon gives unconditional whispers,love and mercy.Because he no longer needs blackmail as a pretext and Y/n no longer has religious images to hide behind.It was only them now,to believe in and to love.

«I love you.»he says

«I love you too.»she says back.

[bitchface24-7]

Also I feel like you’ve had that Silco fic ready for a while- I sent that ask, took a nap and woke up to a fic. BUT ITS SKYVIK X READER TIME! Sky and reader are besties (and they were roommates..) and one day they go to each other and are both super blushy and excited. Both talking about cute interactions they’ve had with their mystery crush. Finding it too much of a coincidence they expose the fact that they had been crushing on the same man for weeks. Both of them have been receiving hints of affection and romantic interest from Viktor. Both confused and kind pissed off thinking they're getting led on. Only to confront Viktor and find out that he is aware of what he’s been doing and he stands by it. (He’s got two hands LMAO) Could it be spicy? Jaybe. Jaybe not. Up to you girly- ALSO DON'T WORRY! TAKE YOUR TIME!!!! I’ll be sitting here looking pretty. :333

I’VE GOT TWO HANDS FOR A REASON - SKYVIK X READER

synopsis: you and your best friend Sky have always had each other's backs, especially in the department of love. You two are as close as can be (maybe even too close some might say), and you both have a crush on someone; finally! Except… he's starting to sound familiar. Very familiar…

warnings: sky and R come to the conclusion they both have a crush on Viktor and Viktor’s been flirting with both of them, irritation, slight miscommunication (S and R think V is playing them, he's not), feelings realization for S and R, getting together, smut, oral sex (m receiving), Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f/f or m/m/f

p.s. Yay, a Skyvik request!! My poor baby is slept on and deserves love. So, she'll be getting double the amount here (and in another request 😏😏) hope y'all enjoy!

p.p.s regarding the Silco fic, I came up with it on the spot after reading your request and speed-wrote it LMAO; that's how the requests go typically. Or I write the top portion before the first divider, save it, and come back to it when inspiration strikes me when I re-read it, and write the whole fic and post it 😭😭

You and Sky, your roommate and best friend are sitting in the living room, gushing over your crushes. But as the conversation goes on, the both of you start to have a startling realization.

You both have a crush on the same man, and he's flirting with the both of you.

"He's so handsome, the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Like molten gold."

"His accent is addictive. He could read a dictionary and it'd sound hot."

"He's sweet--"

"He's sarcastic--"

"He's--"

The two of you glance at each other. Sky is nervously fixing her glasses and you furrow your eyebrows. "Sky... I think we're talking about the same man."

Sky sighs as she slouches against the back of the couch, "I do too." You shake your head in frustration, "Say his name at the same time?"

Sky nods and the two of you simultaneously count down from 3... 2... 1...

"Viktor."

The both of you look to each other in shock, then despair, then irritation. Who does Viktor think he is?! He's been toying with both of you, playing you two like toys! You feel like a fool, a loser. You keep ranting as you pace back and forth, Sky just sits on the couch; dejected.

"He's not getting away with this! Sky, c'mon, we're going to the lab." You firmly sate, grabbing her wrist gently and ushering yourselves out of your home. She's flustered but follows you, just as irritated as you are.

Viktor's just caused a hurricane, and it's rapidly coming towards him.

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Viktor is casually working in the lab in silence. Jayce has a council meeting, and you and Sky have gone home hours ago. It's late at night; and Viktor is enjoying the peace.

He thinks of you two, how attractive the both of you are. How receptive you two are to his words, his touches, his glances. Sky gets shy, flustered. But preens under his attention and praise.

You on the other hand bite back, make flirty remarks, and perfectly timed innuendos. He adores the two of you. He doesn't expect the both of you to barge into the lab and break his peace.

Speak of the devil and they shall appear.

Viktor jolts at the shout of his name, he turns in his chair removing his eye-protection and stares dumbly at the two of you. You look angry, Sky looks upset, and Viktor knows he's messed up.

"You're awful, you know that?! Flirting with both Sky and I, toying around with our feelings! Do you even like us?!" Your voice is firm, sharp as steel. Sky just looks dejected, her eyes red with unshed tears.

Viktor's fucked up. Badly. He needs to fix this, STAT.

"I do. I adore both of you, so I showed my interest. I was going to tell both of you later this week but... it looks like you both came to a conclusion. A wrong one, but a conclusion none the less."

Your anger seeps away and confusion is left in its place. Sky looks curious, her dejected face long gone.

Sky's voice is quiet, but curious, "You like... both of us? Isn't that odd?"

A light laugh escapes you as you glance at your best friend, "This is a good thing Sky! We both have a shot! And--" Viktor cuts you off, his voice low and rumbly, "I have two hands."

Both you and Sky startle, the both of you flustering at Viktor's words and tone. He's... a very handsome man, and his tone of voice and look he's shooting you two is amplifying it.

He continues on, unfazed, "Besides, I thought we were all on the same page. I thought you two were together; and you we're trying to add me into your relationship."

Sky sputters a bit and your face morphs into a contemplative look, "I can see why he thought that." Sky whips around to look at you, her doe eyes wide in shock, "You can?!"

You nod, "I can. Sky be honest, we don't act like friends. Not really. We live together, cook together, typically share the same bed at night, are constantly with each other and touching each other. We have even showered together. Or have been in the bathroom getting ready, or just sitting on the toilet talking while the other bathes. That's not friend-like behavior Sky. We're essentially unofficially dating."

Sky looks dumbfounded as you and Viktor chuckle. That's... no. Well? Is it? Sky re-evaluates your relationship and realizes-- yeah. You two are dating.

Sky groans in embarrassment as you kiss her red cheek. Viktor laughs as Sky shoots him an unimpressed look. "The two of you are so bad at emotions." Sky and Viktor look at you, "Am not!" The two look to each other, they didn't mean to say that at the same time."

You laugh, "So... now that we're both on the same page; what do we do now?" Your two scientists look to one another and grin, "I have a good idea." Viktor states as he looks darkly at the two of you.

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The three of you make your way to the lab couch, Viktor sits down as he watches you and Sky kiss. The two of you are so beautiful, he can't imagine he made it this far.

This is one of his main fantasies.

The two of you pull apart and rush Viktor, the poor man startled at the the enthusiasm. You both take one side of the pretty man, kissing all over his face and pulling his face each way to properly kiss his lips. The man sits there panting in shock.

You unbutton his shirt and both you and Sky continue your assault of kisses and nips on Viktor's body, eventually making your way to his belt.

The two of you now on your knees in front of him, looking up with big pleading eyes makes him groan, his head going back in lust. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

"Yes. Please. Fuck, take it off."

You and Sky beam a grin up at him as you both go for his belt buckle, undoing it, and pulling his pants down. His cock bounces lightly as his boxers got caught on his cock due to your eagerness.

It's pretty in all honesty. Neatly groomed, about six or seven inches in length, a good girth, a pretty pink head. Fuck it's perfect, it's actually quite big in your opinion.

Sky bites her lip and you wrap a hand around the base, "Where've you been hiding this beast, huh?"

A moan in what you get in return, "My pants." You roll your eyes and lick the tip, Viktor's hips jolt. You rub your hand up and down the base as you angle his cock to Sky, "You wanna?"

"Fuck yeah." Both you and Viktor jolt at the swear coming off of Sky's lips. You've never heard her swear before. Sky sucks the tip into her mouth and you remove your hand from the base, putting your lips there instead as you kiss the side of his cock.

Viktor just sits there, his eyes wide as he blinks in shock and whines. Fuck, he's so overwhelmed he doesn't know what to focus on; his mind is silent for once.

The two of you switch positions every so often, you even suck his balls into your mouth at one point. Viktor just gets louder and louder in his pleasure. You two are gonna kill him one day.

A loud moan escapes his pretty lips, "I-- I-- I'm going to cum. Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

A few bursts of cum enter your mouth as you whine, Sky continues to pump his cock to prolong his orgasm. When Viktor whines in overstimulation, you and Sky stop your pleasure and pull away from the panting man. You pull Sky into a kiss and push some cum into her mouth. The two of you kiss passionately, full of filth as Viktor just looks at the two of you.

He pulls himself together, putting himself back into his pants, zipping them up, and re-buttoning his shirt, "You two are filthy. No one would ever expect that."

The two of you go back to sit on the couch, the both of you kissing his cheek. His face squishes a bit due to the force.

"We're only filthy for you Viktor. Only for you."

Viktor's called it. You two are going to kill him one day.

RAHHHHHH!!! I'm so proud of this, I hope all y'all enjoyed watching Viktor get overwhelmed with pleasure ❤️❤️

[nisuna]

Dubcon? Reader is blindfolded and restrained to a bed and the only way they’ll be released is if they can guess which one of the anemo boys tongues is eating them out (anemo boys take turns eating reader out) ☺️

Uuuuhhh yaay a Genshin one >×<

Anemo boys have my heart especially (my C3😏) Kazuha 🥰

Thank you for your take!!<3

~short drabble~

You didn't know why you agreed to this. Who would let themselves get blindfolded and bound to bed with the task of guessing who was eating them out. Uh, you of course! (And Kazuha sweet talking you into it. Darn him.)

Venti was first and he did surprisingly well, but he was an old Archon after all, so he must've gotten it back in the day, right! He started off slow, easing his fingers into you and kitten-licking your clit. After a while he sped up and switched to sucking and slightly nipping on your clit. Surprise, surprise he made you cum on his face in record time.

Mext was Scara, oh no. He'd definitely be mean. Making you look at him between your legs while he kept avoiding your clit completely and only finger fucking you. "Keep them spread like that or you won't be cumming tonight." Oh, and of course he'd edge you. The sadist in him stayed even though he changed his identity. He'd blow on your core making you clench around nothing making you whine and calling you pathetic afterwards. :( He was kind enough to let you cum in the end, but with a lot of begging and namecalling involved.

Kazuha was a heavenly sent aber the last one. He was kind and kept talking you through it asking if you felt good and praising you for taking his finger so well. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, making your back arch from the bed and your toes curl. He put your legs over his shoulders, alternating between nipping at your soft thighs and your throbbing clit. You never wanted this to end to say the least. On top of making you feel so good his touch made you all fuzzy inside, caging his face between your legs and slightly rutting your hips against his tongue. And this angel let you do it! You were in pure bliss as soon as he made you cream all over his fingers and tongue. He even cleaned you with his tongue almost pushing you over the edge again. But there was still more cum!

Next was Heizou. He was definitely a little tease, but not as bad as Scara. He knew how to work you open alternating between sinking his fingers in your wet heat and and occasionally dipping his tongue in, making sure to pay attention to your clit at all times. Either with his fingers or tongue. He read somewhere about writing the alphabet with your tongue while eating someone out, because it made the pattern random. God did that work. He kept spelling different words with his tongue against your clit making you squirm, only for him to put his arm around your tummy to stop you from running away. He definitely made you cum hard.

"Here, you can hold onto my hair." Oh Xiao. Behind his stoic exterior he was defintely very shy not exactly knowing what to do. But he gained some confidence after watching the other guys attentively. So he basically made out with your cunt slurping loudly trying to fit in as many fingers as possible. Making you gasp and almost lose your breath. He felt a bit clumsy but when he heard you call his name and pull on his hair he went Conqueror of Demons mode, folding you in half and almost eating you alive. Your tiny mewls spurring him on and making you cum so suddenly it knocked the air out of you. Suffice to say he did a good job for his alleged first time.

Bonus Aether. Definitely not as experienced and very shy so he just made you ride his face and do your own thing. It was a nice change and stark contrast to the other guys.

So how's your score looking did you manage to guess everyone? Yes and No. You were too fucked out to form a coherent sentence and almost missed one of them whispering if they should play the guessing game again. But this time you'd have to guess who's fucking you. Oh boy, it's going to be a long night.

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

[bengals-barnesbabe]

“Pick Up Lines” w/ #9

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Black!FemReader

Word Count: 670

Warnings: Minors DNI, literal crack with a heaping sprinkle of smut

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“Joe, what trait would you say you find the sexiest about a woman?”

It wasn’t the most common question he got from these press conferences, but the newly single quarterback was definitely intrigued.

He let out a light chuckle then quirked the side of his lip up. “Confidence, no brainer.”

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

The concept of women throwing themselves at him wasn’t foreign to the quarterback, but for the last few years he’s been taken. So now being one of the NFL’s hottest eligible bachelors, Joe has the opportunity to entertain himself with all the attention on him.

It started with making eyes with women in clubs that were too shy to come up to him. Then short makeout sessions during his teammates parties. And some showing up to his open practices just to fawn over the work he puts in at the gym.

It was fun until it got boring, he was waiting for that one girl with the ability to keep him on his toes. So far he was flat footed. Until he got a DM from you.

At first glance it looked like a regular fan account that’s obsessed with him, but two things stood out: your picture and your bio.

The picture was of a brown skinned woman wearing his orange jersey showing ample cleavage, head tilted down with a Bengals SnapBack on top of a head of tight black curls.

Your bio only said one thing: ‘Slut for JoeyB and JoeyB Only’

Without glancing at the time, he taps on the dm and indulges in what he thought was gonna be pure flattery.

_joey.bde: Confidence huh? You sure you’re ready for that?

Joeyb_9: I’m ready for anything

_joey.bde: oh yea

_joey.bde: those balls look heavy, want me to hold them for you😊

Joeyb_9: come on give me something original, I thought you were a slut for me😉

_joey.bde: ever met someone that could take all 9👅

Joeyb_9: depends how you want it baby

_joey.bde: down my throat, on my knees in your locker room after a game😈

Joeyb_9: fuck you really are a slut, got anymore

_joey.bde: I have more holes if you’d like to fill them☺️

Joeyb_9: yea you’d be a pretty little cumslut for me wouldn’t ya

_joey.bde: I’d do anything for you daddy🤤

Joeyb_9: prove it😏 *address*

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“So any new developments in your personal life since we last spoke?”

Joe’s face flushes with heat as he thinks about the photos of you in his phone; your pretty face and tits covered in his seed as you suck on his thumb, his fingers buried in your cunt and his favorite you completely fucked out asleep in his bed.

“No, not really. I’m just chilling for now.”

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*nsfw under the cut - minors dni*

“Joey please, I can’t.” Your cries turn into breathy moans as he stuffs your cunt with four of his fingers.

“Come on give me one more then I can give you my cock.” He says lightly kissing your cheeks then slowly bringing them down to your neck.

“Don’t you wanna be good for daddy, so suck it up and come.”

Your French tips dig into the bed as his thumb rubs slow circles on your clit. “Fuck I’m gonna-!”

His other hand comes up to your tits squeezing and tugging at your nipples, “yea that’s right, let me hear you.” His voices muffled as he sucks on your neck.

With one last curl of his fingers, your body shakes as you come for a third time. The whine of his name in your throat goes silent due to overstimulation.

Joe removes his juice covered fingers and puts them in his mouth. “Fuck you taste so sweet.” He moans.

Your mouth agape watching him while still feeling the after effects from your orgasm. “Wanna try?”

Lazily shaking your head, he bends down and kisses you, your tongue licking around sucking your juices from his mouth while he just smiles, then pulls away. “Good girl.”

a/n: procrastination at it's finest everyone :) main masterlist

[strayy-starss]

Hii! Could you do some Elliott Headcanons? If not, don't be to shy w the Alex smut🤭

✧A/N: Yes of course!! Elliot is definitely my second favorite bachelor, so this is absolutely perfect!! And don’t you worry, Alex smut will be coming in the future 😏. Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted NSFW or SFW, so I just did them both! Hope you don’t mind :)

✧Warnings: eventual mentions of sex and kinks

☆SFW & NSFW Headcanons for Elliot☆

✧ SFW:

Elliot definitely reads a lot of books (like, a LOT). I feel like this is a given, seeing that he writes them and has a library when he moves in with the farmer. Let me tell you, though, if the farmer is also a reader, he will be ecstatic. And I mean, like, through the roof. He’d want to talk about them all the time and he’d likely recommend lots of books for you to read based on both your preference and his.

I think he’d also love to read books out loud to you, whether or not he wrote them or not. His voice is angelic though, so it’s not like the farmer is complaining.

Speaking of books, he’d definitely ask you for your opinion on plot lines or scenes for his stories, regardless of whether you’re a bookworm or not. Mostly I feel like he’d just seek validation that his writings are as good as the ones that he’s read, or just good in general. 

I feel like sometimes, and I mean VERY rarely, Elliot will spiral into a place of despair when it comes to his writing. When that happens, he can go into writer’s block and will push you away to think of ideas. If this happens, depending on the severity, I think you may be able to pull him out of it with reassuring words and cuddles. If he’s in too deep, however, it’s best to give him space until he makes it to a better place, where he either figures something out, or decides it isn’t worth the trouble. He’d definitely apologize to you after the fact and make it up to them with lots of TLC.

Elliot doesn’t use the words “pretty” or “handsome”. No, he uses words like “gorgeous” “stunning” “glorious” and “ravishing”. I’m sorry, but this man is way too sophisticated to use simple words. Make that shit fancy and pair it with a silky voice and you get Elliot.

Elliot’s a wine kinda guy. He’d definitely have those nights where he feels compelled to make a charcuterie board with all those cheeses and grapes and have some red wine with you.

Now, I know you’re all thinking it, and I'm thinking it too: Elliot with a ponytail. I bet you he loves his hair, but it does get annoying sometimes when it falls in his face when he’s trying to write or help out around the farm, so he definitely keeps a hair tie on his wrist in case he needs it. He’ll always offer it to you, too, if he thinks you need it.

He’s an early riser, too. He’ll be up before you and he’ll be sitting and reading a book with a cup of coffee and he’ll greet you like, “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

And like the gentleman he is, he probably does a lot of extra and unnecessary, but thoughtful, things for you. Like, if you’ve had a long day, he’d sit you down and take your shoes off for you, even though you insist that you can do that yourself. Then he’d take off your jacket if you were wearing one, and make you a nice cup of tea so that you can wind down with him.

✧NSFW BELOW THE CUT✧ ⬇

✧ NSFW:

I firmly believe that Elliot’s a switch. He’s always willing to take initiative, but we all know that Elliot is a pretty princess at heart and sometimes just wants all the attention.

God help me this man knows how to talk dirty. He’s read enough books that he knows exactly what to say to you in every circumstance, and exactly how to turn you on or get you in the mood. And then the next day he’ll act all innocent like he wasn’t just whispering how much he was gonna ruin you last night. He’s the type of guy to say, “I don’t want you to be pleasured. I want you to be trembling.” (Jesus FUCK I’m down bad for him.)

I feel like Elliot would set up a safe word with you, but he’d want it to be something symbolic or fancy or something. Like instead of “baseball” it would be “nightingale” and you'd have to spit that word out when you want him to stop. Speaking of, as soon as you do say the safe word, he’ll stop everything and just gently hold you, whispering that he’s sorry and that he hopes you can forgive him, even though you really aren’t that mad at him at all, just a little shaken.

As far as kinks go, I think Elliot is open to almost all kinks with a few restrictions on things that he just isn’t into. I feel like he’d especially be into bondage and blindfolding. It’s more of a spiritual thing for him, as it opens you up fully to him, like you can’t hide anything from him anymore and you completely trust him with your body. If you aren’t into that, then he’ll be a little disappointed, but would get over it quickly as long as you promise to let it happen on his birthday. 

Elliot absolutely loves to be tied up, though, for the same symbolic reasons. He trusts you with his whole being, and knows that you only want to make him feel good.

He's a sucker for neck kisses, so give him a hickey or two. He wears that collared shirt for a reason, right?

He hates the idea of a gag. He loves to hear you crying out in pleasure. It fuels him and makes him feel happy that he could pleasure you so much. If you want it, though, he'd never deny his lover what they want, even if it means he can't hear you as well.

Elliot naturally isn’t rough when it comes to sex, but he most definitely can be. This man will be on his knees to do exactly what you want him to. He prefers it that way, actually. So long as you give him the guidelines of what you want him to do, he can take it from there. If you don’t, though, he’d probably be asking a lot of: “Is this okay?” Because like the gentleman he is, he would never want to overstep your boundaries, even though he probably knows everything that one can about sex.

He’d definitely use writing as an excuse to see you naked. It would be something about him needing to know the anatomy of a person, regardless of your gender identification or sex. It would be funny if you were a man, too, because then he’d get all flustered when you’d ask why, as he’s a man himself. He’d make up something like how your body is shaped differently than his, and he needs a reference that isn’t himself.

Same thing about writing goes for sex. He might ask you to touch yourself or even him for a scene, and he’d take notes as he’d try to hold himself back from touching you. He’d jot down every little sound you make and every single word you say to “make the scene more real,” though it may or may not be for him to read and masturbate to later.

You later figure this out and tell him that he doesn't need an excuse to have sex with you, but he gets embarrassed and insists that it truly is for his writing, though he will be a little more open-minded about it in the future.

✧ That’s all, thank you for reading!! I also need to make a longer list for Alex. I feel like I didn't do my baby justice, seeing as I wrote much more for Elliot.

[formulalfc]

hi!! i was thinking about how Trent or Dominik would hard launch your relationship at a game?!?!?! So like make you wear his jersey and comment how good you look with his name and number on your back and like celebrating with the team after and he decides to post pics of you on Insta and everyone saying how smitten he is for reader <3

Love love love your other fics!!!

i did both because i felt super inspired, hope you like these i got kinda carried away

trent alexander arnold

trent is super shy and isn't big on flaunting what is his but seeing you in his shirt at the game really does something to him. you proudly showing off that you're his in front of everyone and keeping all your attention on him throughout the game has this man going feral. when he meets with you after the game he's wrapping his arms around you and pressing so many kisses all over your face, making you giggle as you congratulate him on the win. on your way out of the game your walking with some of the other lads, talking to them about the game but trent literally only has eyes for you. just watching the way you interact with his friends as you all walk to your cars.

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trentarnold66 big win🔴feels even better knowing my girls in the stands cheering me on

user1 we've lost another girlies

user2 no way trent got a girl before GTA 6 came out

youruser 🥹ur so cute, love u baby

trentarnold66 love u more pretty girl x

virgilvandijk so that's why you played so well today, wanted to impress the missus ;)

user3 they're so cute omg

dominik szoboszlai

oh this man has been waiting to hard launch you guys for ages now. he absolutely hates that guys think your single cause you're all his and he needs to let everyone know. so when you show up at anfield in a liverpool shirt with his name written on your back he figures that's you giving him the all clear. as soon as the game is done he's telling you to come down to the tunnel and wait for him. he gets pulled back for an interview and the interviewer asks him if there was anyone he wanted to dedicate his goal to and he smirks a little before saying it was for his girl who's waiting for him just down the tunnel, and then he just leaves the interview and runs up to you, spinning you around before planting a big kiss on your lips.

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szoboszlaidominik off to go get my reward 😏

user1 no he did not

user2 my guy being horny on the main

youruser baby my dad follows you....

szoboszlaidominik .....oops

youruser love you hot stuff ❤️

szoboszlaidominik love u too baby

ibrahimakonate ur missus is cooler than you

user3 stop they're in love in love

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Jump then fall part.3

Description: In which Aeron is Y/N's knight in shining armour and Benjicot has a soft spot for Bracken ladies crossing the border (this may be an Easter egg for future crossovers with The Blackwood Knight series 😏)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Playlist:

Fearless~ Taylor Swift @ithilwen-blackwood you are so right about Aeron being Fearless coded.

Somebody to You~ The Vamps

Hold my Girl~ George Ezra

Warnings: Canon typical misogyny, mentions of a panic attack, angst, swearing, I don't understand basic geography so I'm just making things up topographically

Y/N had hoped that taking a walk along the bank of the Red Fork would help clear her mind from the swirling thoughts that had consumed her mind of late since her return to the Riverlands. To her dismay, the gentle babbling of the river and the quiet beauty of the landscape she called home did little to distract her from thoughts of Aeron Bracken. Detained by his duties that morning, they had arranged to meet later that day. Her truest friend since she was but a girl, even the separation of many years had failed to sever their bond. Quite the opposite, and that is where the problem lay. Y/N had thought about Aeron Bracken often during her time in Kings Landing, constantly wondering whether he missed her as much as she missed him. When her father had informed her of their imminent return to the Riverlands, Y/N was delighted at the prospect of being reunited with her old friend. Whilst she had adapted to life in Kings Landing and forged new friendships, none had been as strong as the one she had made with the young Bracken boy.

She had convinced herself that everything could be just as it had been when they were children, determined to befriend him anew. But she had not counted on the butterflies that had arisen in her abdomen upon seeing him for the first time as a young man, a knight. He struck a dashing figure in the garb of his order and the colours of his house. She recalled thinking him pretty, almost like a woodland sprite as a child with his long locks of hair and sharp features. In that moment, she thought him the most handsome man she had ever seen. She found herself wanting to trace the outline of his cheekbones with her fingertips, to run her hands through his hair, which she rejoiced to see he still kept long, and she wanted to gaze into his warm brown eyes forever as they bore down into her own.

She did not know what she had been expecting, but Aeron Bracken was no longer the gangly boy she'd trusted enough upon first meeting to break her fall from the Brackentree. By the end of the evening Y/N feared that she might be falling in love this time, against all reason. He was the heir of Stone Hendge and would one day be Lord Bracken. Worse, he had been her closest friend and she had hoped he would be again. Y/N had no desire to jeopardise their friendship now they had been reunited.

While Aeron had by no means acted coldly towards her when his uncle had reintroduced them, she could not but notice how reserved and shy he seemed around her that first evening, holding her at somewhat of a distance. Several moons had passed since then and their rekindled friendship seemed stronger than ever, and there were many times when Y/N was certain Aeron shared her sentiments. He had never expressed it through words, but she had thought she had understood it in his actions.

By the way he would always read to her, knowing that she found the sound of his voice comforting, shoulders or arms always somehow brushing as they sat by side. By the way he would often bring her the flowers she adored so much, when she knew the Eastern part of the Bracken Woods where they could be found were nowhere near the training yard from whence he had come. By his gentleness towards her, always holding a hand out to help her over an obstacle and walking her home each day. And by the way he would gaze at her so attentively, looking at her as if she were the most interesting thing in his world no matter what their course of their current conversation was.

Yet Y/N was nervous to broach the subject, aiming to encourage Aeron through her own affectionate gestures and always hoping that her feelings for him were reciprocated. Mulling over her options, Y/N realised she had reached the outermost boundaries of Bracken lands, nearly stumbling over a pile up of boundary stones. Immediately turning to return back the way she had come, a jolt of raw panic pierced her heart as she spotted four Blackwood Knights storming angrily towards her. The one closest to her had a face like a storm cloud, his booming voice breaking the tranquility of the landscape.

"Bracken wench. Did you think you could just waltz right into Blackwood lands?" He sneered at her, voice dripping with venom. She opened her mouth to explain that his anger was misdirected, she had not crossed the boundary and was not strictly speaking a Bracken, but as he continued to glare furiously down at her she realised that she had chosen today of all days to wear a dress of mellow ochre, closely resembling the colours of House Bracken. She was immediately certain that nothing she said would carry much weight and started to take small but hurried steps backwards away from him, suddenly hoping Aeron would turn up and immediately cursing herself for the thought. It was not his responsibility to rescue her from every scrape she found herself in, she was no longer a child, and she would rather face a hundred shouting Blackwoods than see her knight endanger himself for her.

To her dismay the Blackwood Knight continued to advance towards her, suddenly taking hold of both her elbows in a bruising grip and aggressively shaking her.  "You think you can do whatever you want, don't you? You smug Brackens. But these are Blackwood lands and there are consequences for crossing them."  Panicking in earnest now, and finding herself unable to speak, Y/N feared the Blackwood would strike her or kill her where she stood, his anger so palpable and his iron grip searing through the fabric of her dress.

Her mind frantically fought for a way out of this situation, but before Y/N could act upon any of her admittedly half-baked escape plans she felt the Blackwood release her arms as he was abruptly shoved away from her onto the ground. A gentle but firm hand encircled her wrist, and she was swiftly pulled backwards as her rescuer took up a protective stance in front of her. Her relief at the realisation that the shoulders now concealing her from view were Aeron's was short lived, quashed by an intense wave of fear and nausea at the danger she had unwittingly placed him in.

Samwell was starting to get on Aeron's nerves. He'd been badgering him all day to tell Y/N how he felt, Tully girl be damned. He'd then been insistent on meeting Y/N with him after they'd finished in the training yard, much to Aeron's chagrin. The two had become dangerously conspiratorial, often banding together to tease him, and Aeron was unhappy to have to share Y/N's attention. His mood soured further when Jon and Edmund (who he always thought resembled a peacock) had similarly decided to tag along. He found himself marching along the Red Ford to meet Y/N with his friends in tow.

Distant shouting caught his attention as they passed close to the border. What he saw directly ahead of him had him seeing red and breaking into a run before his friends could fully comprehend what had set him off. Before he'd fully come to a stop he used his momentum to forcibly shove the Blackwood brute he'd seen manhandle Y/N away from her. Pulling Y/N behind him he tried to push her gently backwards towards Samwell who'd been hot on his heels.

"You dare attack a lady?" Aeron seethed, hand clasping the hilt of his sword. The Blackwood Knight had stumbled back up to his feet, three more Blackwoods hovering just behind him. "The stupid girl trespassed on our lands!"

Aeron stepped forward threateningly, glaring at the craven bastard who dared to insult Y/N. "They're Bracken lands, and if you speak another word about my lady you'll regret it." Suddenly Aeron felt a smaller hand grab his, tugging him backwards. "Please Aeron, it does not matter."

Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper and tears streamed down her face. It was all Aeron could do not to fell the Blackwood responsible where he stood for causing her state of distress. He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he did not trust to turn his back on the Blackwood Knights when she was still in danger.

Samwell stepped between Aeron and the Blackwood. "The lady meant no harm, let's set the matter to rest." His tone was placating but firm and, for the most part, the Blackwoods seemed to have tired of the whole affair, turning to walk away. Aeron turned to look at Y/N, lightly cupping her cheek and bending down to look into her eyes. "Are you well my love?" She looked quizzically up at him, slowly nodding but still visibly shaken, trembling slightly. Aeron took deep breathes, trying to root himself to the ground and will himself not to do something reckless.

He might have successfully calmed himself enough to walk away as Y/N had asked, had he not heard the Blackwood bastard mutter under his breath "Bracken whore." Aeron removed himself from Y/N in the next second, his sword drawn and pointing directly at the Blackwood's heart, the sound of metal echoing throughout the clearing as more swords were drawn. Samwell quickly grabbed Y/N's arm to lightly drag her further backwards. The Blackwood Knight looked almost surprised at the unbridled rage on Aeron's face.

"What's all this then?" The smug face of Benjicot Blackwood as he strolled calmly towards the scene, as infuriatingly confident as ever. "Brackens can't fucking keep within the boundary lines" one of the Blackwood Knights snarled. "Your Knights attacked a lady, Blackwood" Aeron snapped back. "She should not have come so close to the border then!"

The young lord of Raventree seemed to assess the truth of the situation in mere moments, his eyes darkening. "I am sorry for the lady's distress, I will not permit any of my Knights to attack a woman on my lands" the last part addressed to his fellow Blackwoods. Benjicot turned slowly back towards Aeron, his expression far more serious than Aeron had ever seen it in any of their past interactions. "I trust you will honour the boundary stones in future Bracken."

Aeron said nothing, just glowering back at the Blackwood boy as he watced him turn away, signalling with a wave of his arm for the Blackwood Knights to follow. Aeron watched them walk away for a few moments before turning back around, looking for Y/N only to lock onto her a few yards away hyperventilating, a panicking Samwell frantically trying to calm her down. Aeron sprinted over, pushing Samwell aside. "It's ok Sam, I've got her."

Lowering himself to her level he cupped her face, trying to get her to meet his eyes all the while trying to reassure her in hushed tones only she could hear. "Hey, hey it's all OK. You're safe, no one will harm you, I swear to you."

Still struggling for breath, Y/N gasped out "I thought he'd kill you. And it would be all my fault." Aeron felt his heart stop for a moment at Y/N's heartfelt concern for him but any satisfaction he would have felt from such a confession was diminished by Y/N's sharp intakes of breaths and tear-stained face, which pulled at his heart strings. His primary concern was to calm her down, starting with assuring her that he was ok. "None of what transpired is your fault." Grabbing her hand, he pressed it firmly to his chest. "Can you feel my heartbeat beneath your palm?" Y/N looked up at him, nodding slowly. "I am unharmed." He spoke slowly, looking into her eyes, trying to keep her focus on him. Y/N's breathing slowly began to even out as she continued to feel the steady beat of Aeron's heart and the comforting heat of his hand atop hers, holding it in place over his chest.

Aeron did not know how much time they passed in this manner. After a time Y/N slumped onto him, her head coming to rest in the crook of his neck in exhaustion as he supported most of her weight. Tentatively adjusting his hold on her, Aeron moved his hands up and down her back in what he hoped was a comforting motion.

"I could not bear it if they'd hurt you because you were defending me." Y/N's voice was muffled by the fabric of his tunic but he heard her easily.

Tilting his head down close to her ear, Aeron replied in a soft tone "I will always defend you."

Y/N loosened the tight grip she had on his tunic to look up at him with eyes still blurry from tears. "Why?"

"Because I love you." Aeron had envisioned many scenarios for how he would confess his love to Y/N. But in the end the words fell from his lips almost without his permission. He had been so concerned for Y/N's safety, so angered to see her harmed and in tears, so grateful for her concern for him in spite of her own safety, and so relieved to see her well that the words came naturally. "What?" Y/N's eyes had widened  almost comically.

Aeron mustered all of the courage he possessed, taking a deep breath. "I said that I love you. I will always defend the woman I love." He shut his eyes briefly, lowering his head and waiting for her response.

"I Love you too, you silly boy."

His eyes snapped back up to meet her waiting smile.

"I think I have loved you ever since you coaxed me into jumping out of that tree."

He moved his hands to her waist, holding her in place and slowly moving his face closer to hers, noses lightly brushing against one another. "That is not exactly how I remember it, but I have loved you just as long."

Y/N laughed at that, bringing a hand back up to his tunic to pull him closer.

" May I kiss you?" Their close proximity had made Aeron braver than he'd normally be and the words left his mouth before he could rethink them.  Y/N responded by gently pressing her lips to his own, pulling away shortly afterwards. Aeron found himself chasing her lips and pulling her back towards him by her waist as she brought her hands up to his shoulders to grant her more leverage as their lips moulded together once more. Their first kiss was not the sweeping embrace of legends, it was clumsy and inexperienced, noses bumping against each other and teeth knocking together. Aeron found he did not care, pouring all of the love he felt for Y/N into each brush of his lips against hers.

Feral pretty Bracken defending his lady.

@lovebabe18 @poppyflower-22 @ithilwen-blackwood @spinachtz @lady-callisto @twistytimesandthoughts @abookloverlawyerfan-blog @mymoonempress

[liquidsmooth]

Riize as Boyfriends

ot7!riize x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: usage of ‘princess’ in shotaro’s section, mentions of astrology lmfao, mentions of food in wonbins, loser sohee 😓, lmk if any are missing!

request: yes😝

a/n: bring seunghan back before i riot i miss him🙁

Osaki Shotaro

- he can drive😏

- you’re definitely his passenger princess

- doesn’t let anyone else in the passenger seat even if you’re not there

- “that’s y/n’s spot” “they’re not-” “doesn’t matter”

- dates are not planned and are probably out of the blue

Song Eunseok

- dates dates dates

- hes a pisces (me too) so you know communication is KEY with his ass

- sensitive but in a good way

- honestly he gives off vibes where he would kick his feet and giggle whenever you message (i do this i think it would be funny)

- pays A LOT of attention to you even if you don’t realize it

- has note page about things you like, dislike, all that type of cutie stuff

Jung Sungchan

- such a sweetheart

- intimidating in public, softie in private 😇🙏🏻

- loves you so much

- hella energetic gonna yap your ear off

Park Wonbin

- def a bf who would let you do anything you want to him

- you wanna do his hair? already has hair ties out.

- you’re hungry? he’s already putting his shoes on and getting out the door.

-he is absolutely down bad for you and has no shame about it.

- whatever you want, you get.

Hong Seunghan

- cocky but also so sweet

- another intimidating guy, no one will fw you if hes there😭

- despite him looking intimidating he’s actually so gentle with you

- i see him as someone who will be def passionate in his relationships

Lee Sohee

- im sorry he gives off such loser vibes 😭😭

- follows you around all the time

- physical contact is a yes for him

- clingy bf

Lee Anton

- no matter how long yall have been tgt he will still be shy

- quiet bf🤗🤗 but also very attentive, u cannot fool him

- reads you like a book

- prob was ur friend before ur bf

[lonelystczennie]

Dating San Headcanons

San x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Headcanons for boyfriend San with a plus size S/o

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of body insecurities,

A/N: Thanks to @bethanysnow for this request! I hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this, I wanna make lists for the rest of the members(and for Skz as well, bc the brainrot is so real rn)!

Masterlist

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He is like the perfect definition of "boyfriend material".

Like, he’s such a gentleman, always treating you with the utmost much care and gentleness as if you are made out of glass.

He’s soo shy when you first get together, but he quickly becomes a giant teddy bear once you get more comfortable with each other, cuddling/clinging to you every chance he gets. He is always attached to you in some shape or form, hugging you from behind and following you around the house as you’re trying to get things done.

Lowkey little spoon vibes, but with those long ass limbs, it takes a bit of maneuvering for him to fit. He loves when you hold him tho, he feels so safe and comforted in your arms.

He loves kissing you, stealing little pecks every chance he can. When you have more time though, he loves leaving slow, teasing kisses along your lips and face that make you impatient and lean in for more.

Not quite the best cook, but he still tries anyway, bc he likes doing things for you.

Loves buying you little gifts to surprise you with. It could be anything, clothes, jewelry, plushies, or just your favorite drink. If it makes you smile, he’s buying it.

He is just so soft and nurturing, always ready and willing to listen to your problems and worries and offer advice where he can. He wants you to know that he’s always there for you and that you can rely on him.

Doesn’t quite understand when you first explain your body insecurities to him, bc he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous, but he does his best to reassure you and make sure that you feel as comfortable around him as possible.

Does little things like making sure that there are hoodies and clothes in his closet that fit you, but he never says anything about it.

Makes a point to check in with you extra on days when he knows you’re not feeling great about yourself, and will drop everything to be with you if you need him.

He won’t tolerate you talking/treating yourself badly though. He’s lowkey really protective over you and will not tolerate anyone or anything making you feel uncomfortable or bad about yourself, and that includes your own mind.

Words of affirmation are a major love language for him, so he basically becomes your personal hype man. He’s always calling you some variant of “pretty girl/boy/baby”, beautiful, or gorgeous.

He understands tho that it takes a lot more than just kisses and sweet words to get over personal body issues, but that doesn’t stop him from making the effort to remind you of how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and out.

He’s very big on body worship in bed, kissing and caressing every inch of you that he can reach, whispering praises into your skin. He loves the way you trust him enough to fully let go and fall apart under his touch.

He is an ass man through and through, argue with the wall. Like, he's absolutely obsessed with your ass and thighs. They're just so lush and soft and so perfect for him to squeeze and knead in his hands, he can't get enough of them.

His favorite place to be in the whole world is between your thighs, whether you’re just innocently cuddling or doing other, less innocent things😏.

Gets v sulky and pouty when you don’t pay attention to him, even if it’s just for a few minutes. He always tries his best to give you his full attention whenever you’re together, making a point to even put his phone on do not disturb sometimes, and he expects the same from you.

Overall, he’s just a super sweet and reassuring partner, and I love him v much. Imma go cry now, bye✌

[crusty-chronicles]

Smut Week: Day Two

Love Me Like I'm Your Last (Part 4)

NSFW: MDNI

An: LOOOK AT HIM!!! HE’S A BIG SWEETY!!!! YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN’S WOULDN’T BE A GOOD FATHER!

Warnings: extremely unprotected sex, hair pulling, cunnilingus👉👈, oral sex, breeding kink, multiple rounds, overstimulation, hair pulling, fem reader

Synopsis: Kite gets a case of baby fever after helping you take care of Gon, Killua, and the newest addition: Alluka. Or alternatively, Kite follows in Ging's footsteps😏, but unlike his mentor, he desperately wants to see it through to the end.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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It's something he doesn't even consciously know he does. Rutting faster and harder into you whenever you decided not to use protection. Holding you closer and pushing your legs towards your chest to reach even deeper. Enjoying the sight of your stuffed cunt leaking his seed, only to scoop back in any droplets with his fingers. His very being swelling with need when you joked about him getting you pregnant. 

The feeling only amplified with the most recent visit from the boys.

This time they'd brought a new addition to your makeshift family. Killua's little sister Alluka. She had been shy at first meeting you and Kite. Hiding behind Killua and watching you two cautiously. But she warmed up after a few days. Choosing to follow you around for the most part. It had a soft feeling settle in his chest.

You coddled her more than you did Gon and Killua. Picking her up whenever she asked. Letting her hold your hand and tug you wherever she wanted. You also let her get away with more, much to the boys’ dismay. 

The two of them currently glaring at her while you scolded them for bringing a possum into the house. Even though it was Alluka’s idea. Who made it known by sticking out her tongue and grabbing a cookie off the counter.

The gentle tone you used with her and Nanika was also something he took note of. Making both girls feel loved. A stark contrast to the way they were used to being treated. 

The final nail in the coffin was when she called you Mommy. 

It had Kite wondering what it would be like to have kids of your own. If you'd even want that. He thinks you'd be a great mother. The way the kids always listen to you. How they like to go to you for comfort. Your protective nature towards all three of them. It has him yearning.

Then that same feeling of want starts to course through him. The one he gets while he's filling you up with cum. A need to see you round with the life you two created. The dots start to connect then.

And he realizes he might have a breeding kink. An embarrassing revelation he would not be revealing to you anytime soon. Or at least, that was the plan.

He hadn't counted on the trio wanting to go to the park today. Though he honestly should have seen it coming. With the way the three of them had been whispering this morning, and how the boys sent Alluka to ask you something, he should have figured they were plotting. 

It came as no surprise you'd said yes. You truly were a sucker for that girl. And the boys were smart enough to use that against you. So there the two of you sat while the trio messed around. 

You moved to adjust yourself on the bench. Leaning your head on Kite's shoulder. Content to bask in his presence for the brief moment you were alone.

“How many days do you have off?” You asked.

He intertwined your hand with his.

“A full month, thankfully.” He responded.

“That leaves three weeks for just us.” You said teasingly.

He could practically see your playful smirk. Feel you press closer to him. Three weeks with you meant trouble in the best way possible. 

You redirected your attention towards the kids. All three of them were dangling off the monkey bars. It appeared to be a contest of sorts. A shiny stone put up for reward. If you had to guess, it would go to whoever could hang on the longest.

They looked to be on equal playing ground. Well, they were until the boys started kicking at each other. Trying to get the other one to let go. Alluka caught wind of this strategy and ended up kicking Killua in the stomach. He was completely caught off guard, letting go with an ‘oof.’ Gon went to praise Alluka, but was pulled down harshly by Killua. The small assassin yanking him by his ankles.

“If I don't get to win, neither can you!” He shouted.

“That's not fair!!! You started kicking first!” Gon argued.

The duo ended up scuffling on the ground while Alluka happily claimed her prize. 

“I win! I win! I'm gonna make it into a necklace for mommy!”

You did your best to stifle your laughter. You figured the boys would tone it down with a girl in the mix. Turns out it only amplified their chaotic nature. 

The small girl stopped suddenly. Her expression going completely blank. Then she started to make her way over to where you were sitting. Upon closer inspection, it seems she switched. Blackened eyes staring up timidly at Kite when she finally reached you two. 

“Is there something you need?” He questioned. You took note of his soft tone. A fond smile making its way to your face at the interaction.

“Let me braid your hair.” She demanded, reaching up and pointing at the silver strands.

“Nanika we've talked about this.” You scolded. 

It was decided when she was brought over that nobody would ask her to complete a wish. Inversely, if she ever wanted something, she would ask for it to avoid fulfilling the condition of her ability. A way of showing both girls they didn't need to use their powers to be loved. That they were wanted.

“Can I braid your hair?” She corrected.

“You may.” Kite answered, leaning down so she could reach.

She let out a ‘kay’ and hopped into your lap. Giving you Kite's hat while she worked. She braided his hair to the best of her ability. The parts uneven with flyaways. Every now and then she'd tug on a knot until it untangled, your poor partner trying his hardest not to show it hurt. When she got about halfway, she switched with Alluka once more. The small girl let out a squeal and eagerly took over. Giggling when she finally tied it up with a bow.

“You look so pretty, daddy.” She complimented, admiring the two girls’ handiwork.

Kite's eyes widened. He'd heard her call you mommy dozens of times this week. But to hear himself addressed with a familiar term of endearment, it made him crave that future with you all the more. It was sweet and unexpected. He gave her a small head pat before she ran off.

“Yeah. Pretty handsome, daddy.” You cooed while you placed his hat back on his head.

Immediately his face flushed. He was gonna get you pregnant for sure if you kept that up.

Similar happenings occurred throughout day. With Gon approaching later and tugging Kite's arm. Doing his best to get him up.

“C'mon! Dad, I wanna show you something!” He hurriedly explained.

And when he realized what he said, he let go and covered his face.

“I, uh, I didn't mean-” 

“It's fine,” Kite assured. Seems he was two for two today.

“What was it you wanted to show me?”

Immediately Gon had perked back up.

“We think we found a trapdoor spider, but I'm not too sure. We wanted you to verify what it was before it went back into its den.” 

It was hard to say no when he was so excited. Not like Kite would have in the first place. It didn't help he'd accidentally called him dad either. So he got up to follow the boy in green. A feeling of warmth once again washing over him.

Then there was the incident with Killua. The two of you had gotten into a spat over food. You see, Killua had been downing ice cream all afternoon. That you could live with. What you couldn't, however, was when he swiped the one you barely opened out of your hands and dashed away. Shouting a ‘you left yourself wide open!’ 

Thus a grudge had been made. So when he came back over to you an hour later, you promptly shut him down.

“Y/n, I'm hungry.” He whined.

“Too bad. You robbed me. You shouldn't be hungry with all that sugar you ate.” You retorted.

He pouted up at you. He knew he was wrong for that, but it was soooo hot today. And you were right open. Plus, he knew he wouldn't be able to sway you unless he apologized. 

“Fine.” He said, too proud to stand down.

What happened next was a complete accident. But perhaps subconsciously it was intentional. 

“Daaad! Y/n is being mean to me!” He complained.

You'd gone silent in shock. His face had gone red at the realization. Ultimately deciding the embarrassment wasn't worth doubling down.

“You didn't hear that! You're both hallucinating! The- the sun finally got to you!” He tried to come up with an excuse.

You couldn't help but laugh, watching as the red worsened. A nudge to your shoulder helping you get your bearings.

“You're embarrassing him.” Kite scolded before he turned to Killua.

“Look, it's fine.”

“What's fine? Because I never said anything. In fact, this conversation is all in your heads. I was never-”

“How about we get something to eat when we leave?” He suggested.

“You're the best pops!”

The soft way Kite had been acting with the kids…It made you want to jump his bones. He'd be such a good father. So sweet and attentive. Your little trio of ghouls seemed to think so judging by how they all accidentally called him ‘dad’. He already took care of them like his own. What was one more?

You shook your head at the thought. You'd be taking away too much from him if you had a child. His freedom to pursue his line of work. You could never ask him to prioritize you over that. Or worse, you wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to him while you were in such a vulnerable state. No, it was best not to bring it up. Not for a long while.

But your partner had other plans.

You found yourselves cuddled together on the couch the day the kids decided to leave. Your body curled into his with his head rested on yours. Something playing in the background while you enjoyed each other's company. 

You could tell Kite was lost in thought. His fingers absentmindedly tracing little circles onto your waist. The way his other hand tightened ever so slightly around your own.

“Something on your mind?” You asked.

He looked to you, then lower. Right at your stomach. He figured it was best to just rip the bandaid off. The worst you could say was no. He really hoped you wouldn't say no. 

"What do you think about us starting a family?"

The question caught you off guard. You'd never heard him this shy before. Like he was unsure to ask. It was endearing. And how could you refuse a request like that? When his desires had lined up perfectly with your own.

"I'd like that very much, but are you sure? Long distance has been a pain. I don't know how well it'd work out if we threw a kid in the mix." You voiced your concerns.

"Then I'll take smaller jobs so I'm not away as much. Just for the first couple of years." He compromised, giving a small kiss to your neck.

Heat began to pool in your stomach. Your resolve crumbling.

"I don't want to take you away from your work."

"You're not. We'll make it work. We'll come up with something together." He promised.

Together.

He wanted to see this through with you. He wanted this just as much as you did. He wouldn't have any regrets about it. 

"Okay. Let's have a baby.”

He beamed up at you and pulled you close. You cupped his face, kissing him softly. He closed his eyes at the feeling, quickly returning it. ‘You'd said yes. You actually said yes.’ He internally celebrated. He loved you. Without a doubt he loved you more than anything.

You broke the kiss and rested your forehead on his. A teasing smile on your lips.

“Do you wanna start trying?” You asked.

His face reddened at your words. The flush only worsening when you leaned up to place kisses under his jaw. 

“Right now?” His voice coming out breathless as you splayed your hand on his chest. Moving it lower and lower. His member starting to harden.

“Right now. You were so good with the kids this week. Such a good daddy. You have no idea how much I wanted you.”

Your hand slipping under his pants to palm him. His restraint snapped. Grabbing you by your waist and placing you on his lap. Your thighs on either side of his torso, pressing your core into his.

“Keep teasing me, lovely. I'll end up giving you twins.” He warned before kissing you again. 

This one more hungry. More feral. Lips parting on instinct to welcome his tongue. It danced with yours, taking in your taste. A muffled moan escaping you at the feeling. 

He reached down and tugged at your shirt. You begrudgingly pulled away to take it off. Reaching behind you to unclasp your bra while he reattached himself to your neck. Sucking dark bruises on your heated skin.

You couldn't help but grind down. His cock stimulating you through your pants. He let out a groan and quickly tugged off his own shirt. You never would get tired of this sight. His pale skin littered with scars. Face flushed a bright red from arousal. And his expression, always loving when he was looking at you. He had to be the prettiest man that ever lived. 

You gasped at the feeling of his hand grabbing one of your breasts. Squeezing lightly before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“These are gonna get bigger. So nice and full. So sensitive.” He said before taking it into his mouth. Pushing you up on his lap so your chest was smothering him.

You grasped at his hair, giving a tug and hearing him groan. You could feel the vibration on your perky bud. Giving a soft moan of your own. Heat traveled down to your cunt as he started suckling your nipple. As if willing you to start producing right now.

“You're gonna have to knock me up for that,” you panted out.

He gave a final suck before pulling away.

“That's the plan.”

He shifted on the couch so that he was lying down with you on top of him.

“Now be a good mommy and sit on my face.” 

This time it was you whose face lit up with embarrassment. You were no stranger to letting Kite eat you out, but this was different. This felt more intense. If you weren't careful, you could suffocate him. Though with the way he started dragging you up from your thighs, it seemed he wouldn't mind going out that way. 

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Positive. You're giving me a baby. Let me worship you.” He assured, but he could still sense your hesitancy. So he made sure to hold your gaze when he spoke this time.

“I'm yours to use devotedly until you're satisfied.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. Tossing off your shorts and underwear before crawling up. Situating your bare cunt on his chest. He ended up grabbing you by your ass and pulling you up to his mouth. Your scent was alluring. God, he should've asked you to sit on his face ages ago. He tentatively liked a stripe from your hole to your clit. Hearing you let out a sweet sound. 

All for him.

You were displayed perfectly for him.

He wasted no time diving in, gripping your thighs tightly. Pulling your cunt flush to his mouth. His tongue lapping at your hole with fervor. Your sweet taste infiltrating his senses. 

You mewled from above him. Lightly grinding down onto his face. His nose brushing against your clit every now and then. The pressure quickly building up in your stomach. You threaded your fingers through his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. Body arching when his tongue reached deep inside you.

“Fuck!” You cursed.

In and out. Your slick sliding down his chin. And when he slid one hand between your legs to apply more pressure to your clit, you just about screamed. Rutting down with reckless abandon in the hopes to chase your high.

The man beneath you equally as much in shambles. Loving how you were riding his face. How you were using him for your own pleasure. He strained painfully in his pants. Lightly thrusting up into nothing. He couldn't wait to be inside you. 

He could feel your hole pulsing around his tongue. You were so close. Your cries coming out more desperate. He rubbed faster circles on your clit. Angling his tongue up to reach your sweet spot. That seemed to do the trick. 

You didn't have enough time to warn him you were coming. Your back arched while you threw your head back in a silent scream. The coil in your stomach snapping completely. 

Kite eagerly slurped up your release while you came down. Your cum coating his taste buds completely. You were so good for him. So sweet.

When you finally caught your breath, you moved off of him. Sliding down until your hips rested on top of his. You took in his disheveled state. Eyes lidded. Hair mussed from your grip. The bottom half of his face wet with your slick. 

You reached over and used your discarded shirt to clean him. Leaning down to give him a kiss when you were done. You could taste yourself on his lips, once again igniting the fire in your core.

“I love you.” You said against him.

He cupped the side of your face gently.

“I love you too. Are you ready?” He asked.

“More than ready."

You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, stripping him completely. His cock stood straight, red and throbbing at the tip. A bit of precum dribbling out. You reached up to grab his hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours and giving a light squeeze.

You angled yourself over him and slid down slowly. His cock impaling you inch by inch. The stretch was delicious. He let out a groan feeling the tightness of your walls constrict around him. You couldn't help but gasp when he finally bottomed out inside you.

The sensation felt more intense. More intimate knowing what would come out of this. Your body felt like it was on fire. Heat everywhere your skin grazed his. You lifted yourself up until only the tip was inside. Then you lowered your body down again, starting a slow and sensual pace. 

You could feel every drag of his cock against your walls. Every twitch of his hips, subtly begging you for more. It was enough to make you dizzy with want. He was stretching you out so nicely. So full. Making sure your cunt remembered the shape of his cock.

The hand gripping yours tightened slightly. Kite couldn't help but admire you from below. Seeing your chest heave with effort at the slow pace you set. Your eyes closed while you felt him enter you again and again. And your face flushed with lust. You were absolutely ethereal. His hips lightly bucked up into yours.

More.

He needed more of you.

You let out a moan as he rutted up into you. Opening your eyes to catch him staring.

“Something the matter?” You asked.

“You're breathtaking.”

He was always so sweet with his words. The heat pooling in your stomach only increasing. You were a wreck above him and he still thought you were beautiful. You were sure there was no other man fit enough to be the father of your children. 

You leaned down and kissed him softly. Addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“So are you. My pretty boy.” you cooed.

You lifted yourself halfway off of him.

“Always knowing just what to say. I think you deserve a little reward.”

With that, you slammed your hips down. A groan of surprise leaving him. Your loving pace replaced by something feral. The sound of skin slapping seemed to echo in the room. The slickness of your previous releases running down his shaft. The coil in your stomach once again winding up tighter and tighter. You couldn't suppress your noises of pleasure anymore.

Kite had to grip your waist to ground himself. Your tight heat enveloping him over and over. He swore he saw stars when you ground yourself down on one particular thrust. And the way you were riding him, everything was tensing. Letting out whiny noises he didn't know he was capable of. Wanting desperately to fill you. To have you give him a kid.

 The thought of you swollen and full, with your breasts big and plump, God he couldn't hold on anymore. He was gonna cum inside you. And then he was gonna do it again. Until your small little cunt couldn't take his seed anymore. 

Until he'd bred you.

He used the hand on your waist as leverage to fuck into you. Bracing his knees and thrusting up to meet you halfway. He could feel your cunt start to flutter around him. His own cock throbbing within you, desperate for release.

“I'm-I’m cumming! With me! Ah! Cum with me!” You begged.

And who was he to deny to the future mother of his children? He felt you spasm around him the same time he allowed himself to fill you up. A warm sensation settling in your stomach as spurts of sticky seed coated your walls.

So much of it, you could feel your stomach start to bloat. But you wanted more. You needed more. Just until you were sure he got you pregnant.

And when you continued to ride him, Kite couldn't help but cry out at the overstimulation. His cum leaking down from your hole with every movement. Smearing on his cock and forming a white ring around it. 

"Wanna keep going. Gotta make sure it takes.” You slurred. Mind dizzy with the thought of being full of him. Of riding him until you've drained him dry.

You started up a ruthless pace again. Slamming yourself down through the sensitivity. And despite his protests of ‘needing a minute,’ he hardened instantly inside you. Grabbing your hips with both hands this time and pulling you down flush against him. Making your hips grind in circles to build up his release again.

“One wasn't enough for you? You're so needy, love,” he teased.

You rolled your hips harder against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

“You make me needy. Making me want your babies.” You struggled against his grip.

“Now let me fuck you. Wanna feel you cum again,” you whined.

He decided to do you one better and lifted you up himself. Only to pull you back down again. Moving you at the pace he wanted. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest. Letting him take control of the positions. This time he was using you to chase his high. Manhandling you on his cock until you were crying at the overstimulation.

Body shaking as he angled himself right against your sweet spot. Your cunt gushing around him while he continued to use your body. The sound of your slick filling the space. A sticky puddle forming between you. With a few more thrust, he was cumming inside you. You mewled at the sensation of being filled again.

So full. You felt so full. And still you wanted more.

With Kite's grip lax around your waist, you started moving again. Riding him slowly and hearing him let out a hiss. The pleasure was becoming too much for him. For both of you. You decided this would be it for tonight. It didn't take long for you to be right at the edge, urging your partner to look at you.

“Give me one more. Just one more.” You promised.

He gave a small nod. Cupping your face and bringing you down for another kiss. Resting your forehead against his while you continued moving. No longer separating from each other. Instead giving small thrust and grinding into him. Your body feeling like it was ablaze when you sheathed him completely inside and climaxed.

This one the most intense for both of you.

Kite came one last time. Vision blanking out and going white. His body felt weightless, even with you still on top of him. Little by little his sight returned to him. The feeling of you still lightly moving your hips hit him first. Trying to ride out the last of your release. Then the sight of your bloated stomach. How much had he emptied into you? Finally he felt you collapse on top of him, completely satisfied and panting out heavily.

You raised your head to look up at him, catching his gaze. All at once your expressions melted. Staring lovingly at one another. But the silence was quickly broken.

“Pick a number between one and- OH MY GOD!”

The two of you scrambled up. Kite quickly pulling you towards him in an attempt to cover you. Frantically searching the living room for the intruder while he shielded your body. Then you caught sight of something hovering over his shoulder.

A familiar clown who looked horrified at the moment.

"You did not just summon Crazy Slots." You said in disbelief.

“Huh?” Kite quickly looked to his left. 

Sure enough, the little clown had been summoned. His face reddened impossibly more. How could he have- The realization hit him then. He must've been so overwhelmed with pleasure that his body's response was to lash out. Losing complete control over his nen. He felt like such an idiot.

Crazy Slots seemed to overcome his shock. Only to precede to look you up and down. Was he getting a nose bleed????

You raised your arms to cover your chest.

"Mmm I'm enjoying the view. Normally I hate it when you summon me, but it seems I've been rewarded." The little clown commented.

Your mouth opened in shock. The little shit. You felt Kite pull you closer to him, glaring at his ability.

"Mine! So get lost!" He ordered. At last recovering from his embarrassment and unsummoning the little clown. He vanished with a 'poof,' leaving the two of you by yourselves.

Kite hid his face in your neck.

“I can't believe I….” He started.

“It's okay. It was an accident.” You reassured.

“Right after we…” He continued.

“It's okay. It was a knee jerk response. Besides, it was pretty funny.”

“It’s humiliating.”

You gave a small laugh. Separating yourself from him to cup his face. Making him look you in the eye.

“Let's go get washed up, you baby.”

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Bonus~

You laid down on your side after a long day. It was getting harder and harder for you to be on your feet. From behind you, you could feel Kite slip into bed. Wrapping his arms around you in a spooning position.

One hand resting lovingly over your bump.

"I'm hoping it's a boy." you said quietly.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Yeah. I think you'd have fun teaching him everything you know. Plus he'd get along with my other two little monsters." 

You snuggled further into him, eyelids becoming heavy with sleep.

"And if it's a girl?" He asked.

"I'm sure she'd have everything she's ever wanted. She'd have you wrapped around her little finger, you know?”

He gave a small hum of agreement. Cuddling into your neck and slowly drifting off.

“I'm fine with either. Boy or girl? It doesn't matter. I'm sure we'll love them either way.” He whispered against your skin.

The two of you falling asleep in peace. Content with how your future would play out. 

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[bianca-mii]

Paul und Richard

Dears I don't want to kill anyone sharing this super-sweet moment (I have an even better vid for that purpose, ha-ha😈), but feel like sharing just a few remarks because the kittens are too cute not to😅

I have this feeling that Paul went for the kiss really very spontaniously, which we see rather rarely. When he's planning to kiss his friend (wink wink😏), he usually uses his hand(s) first to gently cup Richard's face. Here it seemed like the moment of tension shortly before was already too much, and Paul just listened to his heart😢

His actions were obviously unexpected for Richard himself, but just in time he adjusted the angle he held his head, got his lips ready and prepared his hand that he even briefly placed between Paul's neck and his shoulder, but perhaps there was one more reason to have this hand "ready". Perhaps he expected that after his little "antic" Paul might be quick to run away, so Richard would have to keep him in place somehow.

And he did: first he stopped Paul who was pulling away too much for Richard liking, and then put his arm even further, making it impossible for Paul to walk off. He was a little bit like: "No no no mister, you're not going anywhere until we let everybody know who is this little naughty thing stealing kisses during our concerts!"

And Paul, as if knowing Richard's message to the audience, looked at the crowd and pointed at his other guitarist: "It's him. The little naughty thing is right here, just look at him!"

On which Richard raised his hand with a thumb up as if wanting to get that extra attention: "Nah nah, you're not gonna get away with it babe, I have tousands of witnesses, they all saw WHO kissed WHOM and the little naughty thing is none other as you, Paulchen!"

Then Paul maybe decided Richard was having too much fun picking on him and just went for the hug to shut him up, and also, maybe slightly embarassed or shy after the kiss and being so boldly exposed by Richard, to hide his face behind Richard's face, he even slightly turned it away from the audience. Richard obviously returned the hug, even with both arms, grinning like crazy. Oh man... I'll never have enough of these two adorable dorks...

One little detail I noticed - Richard wears very little eye make-up here, and while he doesn't look ANY less attractive, maybe for Paul it had this additional vibe of not as much the "stage" Richard, or the "fans'" Richard, but more HIS Richard... (The one he sees when they wake up in one bed after a crazy hot night together... whoops... I apologize, too much fanfiction for my own good😳🤪)

Video from richard_paulfuuuk account on ig, no original credit known so far:(

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

Hello, Miss Ven. Recently found your posts and was curious if you would be up for a short or head cannon of fem reader teasing either of the Shinazugawa brothers into blushing. (Yes I simp for these boys :">...that and Muzan but we won't go there :P) If you are busy, I get that too. Just a quick ask, if you can. Hope you take care of yourself and are doing well :) *hugs from afar*

Sure! Here's a quick headcanon where reader teases both Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa, leading them to blush:

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Teasing Sanemi Shinazugawa

What was that jerk he did?😳😏

Sanemi is tough, brash, and difficult to crack, but (Y/N) has always had a way of getting under his skin in a way that no one else can. It's not that he’s soft around her, no way he'd admit that. But today, she was pushing him even more than usual.

As the two of them trained together, (Y/N) couldn’t help but throw in a few playful jabs, knowing how easily Sanemi flustered when she was around. He had been giving her pointers on sword techniques, gruff as always, and she took the opportunity to slip in a comment.

“Oh, so you do care about me,” she teased, flashing him a grin as she tilted her head.

Sanemi’s eyebrows furrowed, his usual frown deepening. “Don’t be stupid,” he grumbled, but his cheeks were already tinged pink. He tried to look away, but (Y/N) wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“Oh come on, admit it. You think I’m special, don’t you, Sanemi?”

His jaw clenched, and his grip tightened on his sword as he stared her down. "Tch, quit talking nonsense."

But (Y/N) stepped closer, leaning in just enough to make him nervous. “Your face says otherwise.”

His blush deepened, and he turned away completely, muttering something under his breath. “Dammit, (Y/N), you’re impossible.”

Victory was hers as she saw the rare sight of Sanemi Shinazugawa flustered. He could be as tough as nails, but teasing him was always her favorite way to break through that shell.

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Teasing Genya Shinazugawa

So cute🥰

Genya was different from his brother. Quiet, a bit shy, but fiercely protective. (Y/N) had noticed how easily he got flustered whenever she gave him attention. So naturally, she couldn’t resist teasing him every now and then.

After a mission together, they sat down to rest, and (Y/N) decided to playfully mess with him. She leaned close, too close for Genya’s comfort, and poked him on the shoulder.

“You’re always so serious, Genya,” she said with a playful smirk. “But I think you’re kinda cute when you get all worked up.”

Genya’s eyes widened, and his face turned a deep shade of red almost instantly. He stammered, trying to find the words. “I-I—what are you saying?”

“Just that you’re cute,” she repeated, her voice teasingly sweet.

He looked down, unable to meet her gaze, his blush spreading across his entire face. “You’re messing with me...”

“Maybe,” she said with a shrug, “but I mean it. Look at you, all flustered. I didn’t know the tough Genya could blush so easily.”

He fidgeted with his hands, clearly embarrassed, but there was a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t help it; as much as her teasing embarrassed him, he secretly liked the attention.

(Y/N) just chuckled, enjoying the rare sight of a blushing Genya. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

His blush only deepened, and he let out a quiet sigh, defeated by her teasing charm.

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Both brothers were tough in their own ways, but (Y/N) had a special way of making them blush like no one else could.

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Thanks for your requests babes and yes I am taking care of myself and I always drink water :)

*hugs*

[flweurlilac]

[Part One]

Cod characters react to you rejecting their confession </3

Part One ✦ Part Two

Character contains : ghost, konig, price, horangi, gaz & nikto

tw : nothing just fluff & maybe a tiny bity angst ♡ reader is poc but i see her as (black) chubby reader bcs my blogs is for chubby gals but i didnt put any descriptions abt readers body (or skintone) so you could have fun with it :) reader is afab btw ^^

♡ ghost

- big boy is mad

- no seriously he is mad.

- when the time you shook your head his sight whos first is kinda bright is now gloomy than ever.

- he would like give you a code about a question of why would you reject him.

- after he knows the reason, he is just kind of like [ *grunts* ... Fine. ]

- he still have a crush on u though, but he didnt have the courage to ask you again unless u change your mind and willing to confess your feelings for him <3

♡ konig

- blud is sad & angrei 😡

- have this '😡' expression after you reject him. But quickly turned into '😞😔' expression.

- quietly ask you "why.. Why darling?"

- after he knows the reason why he kinda try to make himself move on from you.

- but failed </3

- he still love you but he actually still mad at you for rejecting him.

- but he atleast try an effort to still respect you, but this dude is still over the heels for you <33

♡ price

- this is how his emotions looks like

- ☺->🙂->😐->😕->😞

- would quickly put his ciggarates once he saw you shook your head.

- ask you a question "am i not enough love?"

- he saw you shook your head again and heared you give yourself a reason of why would you reject him.

- after that he just went to like "oh.. Oh well fine then." But... He is still not over from you.

- i mean.. He sometimes try to take a glance at you when you were not looking.

- and trust me — this papa try reaaaally hard to not gawk over you cus umm.. He doesnt want to be embarassed.

- i mean.. This man has a lot of reputation in the military and the 141 group so.. better be patient.

- unless you're willing to change your mind and accept him, he would be over the moon :)

♡ horangi

- literally gave you a '😐' to '😒' stare right after u shook ur head and said the word "no"

- try not to look to angry at you bcs you just break his little tiger heart 💔

- he also try not to BARK when he sees you talking to his other comrades (including konig, bcs he is a jealous tiger)

- he would demand ask his comrades to ask you about why would you reject such a value man like him.

- would give you a side eye 24/7 after he knows the reason.

- but pls dont be mad at him for that, he still have a crush on you he just dont want to be seem as desperate.

- infact, giving u a side eye 24/7 is to get your attention back to him ... 😏

♡ gaz

- oh my god.. His heart is just like a snow that is being crushed by someones hands.

- would looked like a kicked puppy after you said "no" To him.

- would ask you quietly "why....?"

- after he knows the reason his whole mood is just become gloomy no matter how reasonable the reason is.

- bcs he is a shy bean so having him confessing his feelings for someone that he loves/likes require a lot of confidence for him to do it so he is really feeling that butt-hurt feelings.

- he actually still love you but he would never ever admit this again. He is too too shy beanie to do it. (Pls do it for him<3)

♡ nikto

- literally angy and sad

- he is infact big (almost like konig) but once he heard the word "no" From you he almost felt his strong and muscly heart being melted.

- he look at you with shocked expression and ask "why.. was i not enough?"

- after he know the reason he is still gloomy and sad of course. But he is not going to give up bcs he is a really determined man so he is really willing to say it back to you.

- unless this time.. He has more bigger & well prepare.

♡❀♡ Note : Guyssss this is my first time writing for nikto hcs/imagines, he is another of the masked men in cod and he was really really underrated, many ppl still didnt recognize his appereance (maybe some are but just dont really that care about him.) so i had to add him on this list. I'll make a part two maybe later with alejandro, rudy, valeria, alex, makarov and keegan :) tell me wht characters should i add in the next part! Enjoy!