#hes so eager to possibly be exploded

[impossiblekittydelusion]

Look at himmmm

Hes so cute look at that smile!! Lassie! Oh my god!!

[ratatatastic]

Vanha Kauppahalli date: en full, a 2 minute 50 second masterpiece...

Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)

[hanasnx]

“ BETTER FIND A MOP, IT’S GETTIN’ STICKY IN THIS BITCH ” — peter parker.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: marvel rivals chad peter parker w yuri lowenthal’s legendary voice. a recipe for success. also this wouldn't be possible without this anon. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ dirty talk ノ explicit sexual content ノ p in v ノ finger sucking ノ biting ノ long cock peter agenda ノ suit + mask sex but mask comes off halfway thru so you can see his pretty face <3

“Yeah? Mmph—you like that—hm—baby?” PETER PARKER speaks between his sheathes, evidently getting lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. So much so that dirty talk for this silver tongue is interrupted by his own unfocus. It blurs in and out from the overload of sensation between his legs. You can’t respond, brows furrowing as he wetly slithers in and out of you, the head of him brushing that spongy spot inside you every time he bottoms out.

You try your best, murmuring a weak yet eager, “Mhm, mhm,” Nodding your head even while his fingers are hooked on your lower jaw over your chin.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” Peter asks rhetorically, a slight snicker sprinkled in as he watches you with as much awe as a mask can have. “Was like I was ambushed.” he muses, reminiscing over his entrance met with such welcoming open legs. His cock bucks in at the memory, and you cry out through your occupied mouth. The knuckles between your teeth get a squeeze, a nip, and he releases a burst of air. “Trying to bite me, honey?” The tone conveys a sense of disbelief but it’s pleasantly surprised, and his pace quickens. Choked moans shoot out of you as he fucks into you, his body weight pinning you down while your suspended legs bob from the movement. Your lips enclose apologetically over his gloved fingers, the wet felt fabric is foreign against your tongue when you circle around them. In a bout of curiosity, your tip traces the embossed texture of the web design around his knuckle, maintaining eye contact with his mask while you do it.

Your cheeks hollow out, sucking on his two fingers and he groans from low in his throat. It’s the kind of purr that sends a shudder down your spine, eyes rolling back as he slots in your lulling body. The sheer length of him causes an ache inside your core that arches your back, clutching onto the sheets for purchase as you brace the sharp pain for the brain-melting feeling of pulling out only to fuck back in. His other hand comes to hook under the hem of his mask, peeling it off of him, and his brown hair explodes out in an endearing mess. You can finally see that crooked grin.

He pivots your head for you by your mouth, resting his wrist on the mattress to hover over you properly. Faithfully, you keep those fingers in, and he rewards you by shoving them in deeper, the tips of them making you lurch with a gag. Once again, he reacts audibly in euphoric relief like he was waiting for you to do that. “Baby.” he says in that voice, and it’s like a prize. You erupt in full-body tingles, curling your toes as he openly mouths at your neck. The pad of his tongue flattens against your pulse point, and ends it in a hard bite, scraping his teeth against your skin. You keen, that coil in your belly going taut.

Drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth while you desperately suck his spit-soaked glove, pitiful whimperings spilling out of you while he fucks you into the mattress.

[suempu]

Looooving the Laios content!!!! If you have any nsfw headcanons for him we would love to hear those too👀

<3 i tried to keep it as gn as possible. reader is on the receiving end

laios wouldn’t really be interested in sexual things unless you ask him about it.

getting intimate with him would have to happen at random or unplanned.

he’s really just content with kissing and hugging you, he’s never once thought of sex. one kiss is enough to get him so high and happy.

please makeout with this man, it gets him going. he loves your lips, the way you hum into his mouth, and the gentle caresses you leave on his arm while you do.

your first makeout session gets him hard. normally, you two only exchange sweet kisses and touches, so he was shocked when you decided to crawl over his lap to hold his face better.

his mind explodes from there.

he’s a whimperer, please guys agree with me on this. a lot of quiet gasps and surprised voice cracks are gonna come out of him.

“mmf… nghh… mMph-!”

he loves it when you tug on his hair, when your fingers dig into his roots and firmly pulling it back while you grind down at him.

laios likes putting his hands around your body, he embraces you while moaning into your mouth, eager for more of your taste.

dont get me started with the whole “taste” thing.

this man loves to eat, we all know that. but he loves to eat you.

the first time is awkward, as he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch you and he’s quite hesitant.

“i just… don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“laios, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it, okay?

you’re both learning each other’s bodies, and after much reassurance he leans in and nips at your neck.

he’s a… mouthy person. loves sucking on your skin, biting your ear (gently of course), moaning into your shoulder. one thing he loves to do, which isn’t inherently sexual, is to wrap his arms around you while nosing and kissing the skin between your jaw to your shoulder.

he trails his lips all over you, making you giggle and moan at the same time. he just likes feeling you out tbh

laios is def girthy, nothing extreme, just a bit thicker than you’d realize. he’s kind of shy at first, no one has ever seen him like this so he doesn’t know if he’s considered “sexy” or attractive

until now, he paid no mind to his body, didn’t care if people found him hot or anything, but he’s suddenly embarrassed when its you.

“i-is it good enough…?”

“you’re literally bigger than 4 of my fingers combined.”

but yes, please praise this man. tell him you love him and that he’s beautiful.

laios eats up the praise, he has a dopey smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks. he loves knowing that he can satisfy you, it makes him feel fulfilled.

once you actually get to it, his body was trembling from the heat and warmth. he moans shakily while nuzzling his face into your hair, murmuring about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

he’s really loud. he’ll moan in your ear with no hesitation and you tease him about it afterwards.

aftercare with him is comfy and cozy. you both are spent as you cuddle into each other, basking in the afterglow.

he has such a loving gaze, he looks so much like a big puppy that it makes your heart melt.

“that… was really good.” he sighs, lips nuzzled into your hair. pulling back from his chest, you rub his cheeks as you relax into the pillows, staring up at him with a smug face. “i can tell. with the way you came after 10 seconds.”

“please don’t.” he groans.

don’t worry, after a few times he will memorize all the sensitive spots in your body and get you to cum a thousand more.

laios has good stamina and he can go for at least 2 or 3 more rounds. if you’re too tired, he’ll use his remaining energy to carry you to the bathroom and wash you both off.

will unintentionally get hard while he’s cleaning you, so please forgive him for that. he’s just really attracted to you lmao

“next time maybe you can try pulling my hair.” you lean back against his chest in the tub. “or maybe a tug?”

“i don’t know… i wouldn’t wanna accidentally hurt you.”

“……”

“…”

“laios are you hard right now?”

“i’m sorry.”

after that, you both will have a relaxing routine of drying each other’s hair and brushing your teeth before sleeping.

laios is eager to learn more about your body and he’s genuinely excited to figure out what gets you going. 100/10 lover, he can’t wait to go again.

[obsesssedblerd]

oh, the idea of satoru attempting to get his hands on you numerous times throughout the day but keeps getting interrupted (bc y’know, he’s a busy sorcerer) and then finally snapping because he’s so pent up that he can’t think about anything other than fucking you makes me giggle. 

smut under the cut. MDNI. also, barely proof-read so sorry for mistakes lol.

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You squeal with excitement when you hear the door to the apartment unlock. Satoru was home. Finally, he was back after spending two weeks away on business. The moment you see just a glimpse of his white hair, you rush towards him and wrap him in a tight hug, him lowering his Infinity just in time to scoop you off of your feet. You're hit with the scent of his cologne, the feel of his soft hair underneath your fingers, and you sigh in relief. Finally.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he greets with his usual smirk as your legs wrap around his waist. “Miss me?” 

He kisses you before you can respond, so you settle for humming into his mouth. He walks you both over to the living room, gently setting you on the couch before climbing on top of you. Your hands fumble with his jacket, and he helps you out by taking it off. He breaks away from your mouth to start doting messy kisses down your neck and collarbone. “Mmm, fuck. Missed you too,” he says, his voice deep with lust. “Been wanting this for so long, baby.” 

His phone vibrates, and he ignores it, deciding to focus on pulling your shirt up instead. When it continuously vibrates with multiple calls, he sighs irritatedly and pulls it from his pocket to see Yaga’s name on the screen.  

You giggle from underneath him, pulling your shirt back down and sitting up. “I think you should get that.” 

“This isn’t over,” he promises. He gets up and answers the phone, holding it up to his ear. “This better be important. …Huh?! I just got back from a mission, what the hell do you mean the higher-ups want to talk?!” 

— — — — 

“Alright, you all. That’s it for today,” you conclude your lesson with a clap, and the second years begin to gather their things. “Geto will meet you all in the field so you can have a lesson that’s a bit more active. Have fun!” 

They all express their excitement, then make their way outside of the classroom. They pass Satoru on the way out, who had just arrived only a few minutes before the end of your lesson. “Yeah, yeah, what she said. Hey, Okkotsu!” 

“Yes?” Yuta calls back. 

“Remember to—” 

“Work on that cursed energy control. Yeah, I got it,” the boy groans. 

You shake your head with a tiny laugh as Satoru shuts the door to the classroom. “I swear, Yuta is trying his best. He’s— Whoa!” 

Your back suddenly hits the wall, and Satoru is in front of you. His blindfold is raised, and you see the utter hunger pooling in his blue eyes before he’s kissing you, similar to the way he did that morning. You moan into his mouth, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck. “Mmm, fuck. T-Toru, we’re—” 

“Shhhhh,” he hushes against your lips. “Didn’t I tell you that this wasn’t over?” His hand begins to trail further down your body, eager fingers hurriedly unbuttoning your jeans. “Just try to be as quiet as possible, baby. I’ll be quick. Gonna make you feel so good—” 

He’s cut off with a knock at the door. “Gojo, are you in here?” 

Nanami.

“Busy!” He yells, a bit on the harsher side. 

“You’re with [Y/L/N] right now. Her lesson with the second years just ended. You do know that around this time, you’re supposed to be training the first years, right?” 

Satoru looks at the clock at the wall, then winces. It’s true, but still, he desperately needed you, otherwise he thought that he’d explode. “Just tell them I’m—” 

“Can’t. They’re right here with me,” Kento says flatly. “They’ve been waiting for at least half an hour.”

You hear Yuuji’s excited voice next. “Hey, Gojo-sensei! How was your mission?!” 

“Itadori, no need to shout. Seriously, we’re all right here,” Megumi grumbles.

“I’m with Fushiguro on this one,” Nobara comments. 

Satoru groans into your shoulder, and his fist hits the wall. Unable to take his strength, it caves, leaving a nice-sized hole next to the chalkboard. You stifle a laugh. Thank goodness that this wasn’t your classroom and you were only borrowing it.

He inhales sharply, then masks his annoyance and sexual frustration with a smile. “Alright! Be out in a second!” He calls out to them.

He sees you laughing into your hand, and he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Just wait ‘till later.”

— — — — 

‘Later’ was far later than Satoru had hoped. After training the first years, Yaga talked to him about the next exchange event and how they were behind on planning, and then he had to shadow the second years on a mission that lasted what felt like forever.

You’re back in the apartment, humming as you finish tidying up the living room. You grab the basket of laundry, sit down, and begin folding towels. It was close to eight in the evening. You’re about to grab your phone to check on Satoru when you hear the door opening. 

“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think that I’d have to come and help out,” you say without looking up. “I mean, yeah, the curse was lower-ranked, but sometimes the second years—” You cut yourself off with a surprised scream as Satoru effortlessly hoists you with one arm, puts you over his shoulder and walks in the direction of your bedroom. Once you’re in there, he lightly tosses you on the bed, then yanks off his blindfold. His eyes are dark with a mixture of the hunger you saw earlier, and frustration.

“No more bullshit,” he says as he climbs over you, gathering your wrists and pinning them above your head. “If someone else interrupts, I might just hollow purple them.” When he kisses you, it’s far more intense than he’s ever kissed you today. His tongue explores your mouth, and you moan from the dizzying, yet pleasurable sensation. It’s not long before you’re both panting. His hands grip your shirt, and the sound of fabric tearing fills your ears. You gasp, your mouth falling open in shock when the scraps of your shirt as well as your bra are tossed aside. 

Satoru is breathing hard above you, nearly drooling as he stares at your upper body, his white hair beautifully framing his face. He dives in and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off of the bed when you feel his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud, and you whine his name needily. He moans, alternating between using his teeth to leave gentle love bites on your tits and using his tongue on your nipples. It’s messy, greedy, and you don’t ever want it to stop.

Finally, he kisses further down your stomach, pulling down your leggings along with your panties and tossing them to the bedroom floor. He spreads your thighs, then licks a long stripe up your pussy, a loud, shameless groan of relief escaping him when he finally tastes you. “Oh, fuck, I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he sighs, and he smiles devilishly up at you as he readjusts his hold on your thighs. “Think this pussy missed me just as much, if not more. She’s fucking soaked.” 

He only gives you a split second to take a breath to prepare yourself, then he’s devouring you as if he were poisoned and the antidote was inside of your pussy. His tongue swipes expertly across your folds, then it flicks against your clit. You bury your hands into your hair as pleasure zips through your body, the rest of the world fading away until all that’s left is you and Satoru. “Toru- Ohhhhh shit, baby. Fuck-” You gasp desperately when he gently sucks your clit into his mouth. He’s moaning loudly, drunk off of the taste of your pussy and from the feeling of you pulling his hair. 

You grind your hips against his face when you feel a knot beginning to form in your lower stomach, your breath stuttering as it tightens. You knew that this orgasm was going to blow any orgasm you gave yourself during the last two weeks while he was away on business completely out of the water. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you manage to tell him in between pants. “Oh, god, Toru, right there, right there, right there-” You feel your body begin to clench, ready to release. 

But then, Satoru stops. 

You whine frustratedly as your orgasm fades away before you could reach it, looking down at your boyfriend in between your thighs, who’s smiling deviously. “That was for laughing at me earlier,” he says after licking the rest of your juices off of his lips. “Not so funny now, is it?””

On a normal day, you’d be stubborn and attempt to piss him off, but today was different. Your head rests on the pillow, and your chest rises and falls with every pant, groaning in defeat. “Satoru, please,” you beg, keeping your voice as low as possible so he doesn’t hear the utter desperation. 

Satoru feigns confusion, and you see the pure delight in his eyes. Little shit. “Sorry, baby, what was that?” he asks. 

“Please,” you repeat louder. “Make me cum.” 

He hums as he pulls off his shirt. “I’ll think about it.” He stands up, and you sit up to help him with his pants, eager to taste him and take his cock down your throat. You pull his underwear down, and he stops you when he catches onto what you’re doing. “Another time, baby. Right now, I just really need to fuck you.” He kisses you once, and you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips. “It’s been too long. Lay back.” 

You lie back on the mattress, and he grabs your legs to gently pull you towards the edge of the bed, then places them on his shoulders. He slides his cock in, and the both of you moan in relief. Satoru doesn’t waste any time and starts fucking you fast, which you two needed. Being separated for two weeks on top of the usual stress of missions and teaching was horrible for you both. “Ohhhh, fuck,” Satoru moans loudly, not caring if anyone else heard, his eyes practically rolling into his head from the pleasure. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.” 

He slows the speed of his thrusts, but intensifies them by going harder, the salacious sounds of his hips meeting yours filling the room. Satoru looks down at you, taking in the o-shape of your mouth, your closed eyes and the way you're gripping the bedsheets as you whimper his name. He has to bite the inside of his mouth so he doesn’t cum too quickly. 

“Sat- Satoru,” you moan out deliriously as you open your eyes, gasping when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot. “Fuck, you’re- Ah- so deep.” Tears blur your vision, and your boyfriend chuckles as he leans down closer to you, his thrusts relentless. Satoru kisses your cheek, then uses a thumb to wipe away a tear. 

“Aw,” he coos condescendingly into your ear. “You cryin’?” 

Your nails drag down his back, and he reaches in between where your bodies are connected to rub gentle circles on your clit. You feel that knot begin to form again, far more intense than before since you were edged earlier. “F-Fuck, Toru, I-” You’re cut off when his mouth meets yours for another messy kiss. He continues rubbing your clit, and you whimper behind his lips. He groans when your pussy begins to tighten around his cock. You grip his shoulders to steady yourself as your breathing begins to come out in short bursts. 

“Let go, baby, it’s okay,” Satoru purrs into your ear. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.” 

Your legs tense, your toes curl, and stars fill your vision as your orgasm takes you by force. You’re screaming his name as your body trembles, and Satoru murmurs encouragement into your ear as he fucks you through it. “Thaaaat’s it, pretty girl,” you hear, then he groans, also so close to finishing, his thrusts growing sloppy. “Fuck, baby...”

Though you’re dizzy from your orgasm, you muster enough focus to kiss him. You stroke his face, lovingly run a hand through his hair, then wrap your legs around his waist to bring him in even closer, encouraging him to give everything to you. You wanted him to cum—needed him to. The kiss and the faint pulsing of your pussy pushes him over the edge, and Satoru moans loudly into your mouth as he stills, spilling his thick load deep within you and coating your walls. He cums hard, his grip on you tightening as he breathes heavily. Finally, he collapses, but is careful not to crush you with his weight. 

Both of you are silent for a moment, remaining with each other as you mellow in the aftershocks of your orgasms. “Shit,” Satoru breathes out with a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before. I thought I blacked out for a second.” 

You laugh with him, then press a kiss to his forehead. “Welcome home.” 

“Happy to be back. Missed you like crazy. Can’t believe I had to wait all day for that.” 

“Missed you too, and same here, but you gotta admit, it was funny.” 

Satoru tenderly smiles down at you, and your heart stutters at the sight of it. You were always weak for that specific smile. “It was, but, uh… you wanna know something else that might be funny?” 

“Hm?” 

“We broke the bed.” 

“....What?”

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a/n: I just had to add "the" line lol. I couldn't resist.

[amaranthineghost]

THE MIGHTY HAS FALLEN (BUT YOU'LL RISE AGAIN, LOVE) ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

after a tough race cut short, max pushes away any person around him, but not her. never her. she always picks up the pieces to put him back together.

authors note: I love max. I know he's not the self-deprecating typa guy, but in this, he is, OKAY. charles is after this <333

HE WAS A BOMB. the fuse getting shorter and shorter every minute that his patience was tested. everything around him seemed to irritate him more and more as he tried to keep himself from exploding, for pr's sake.

he just wanted to avoid the media all together, for obvious reasons, but he was contractually obligated to give his words to the journalists under the media tent. putting him under a microscope and asking questions that had an undertone of scrutiny in hopes of catching him break. he was close, but he wouldn’t.

it hadn’t even been a fault of his own, he rarely made those anymore. the car had caught fire, but not due to a mistake he had made, and even if it had been, he wouldn't have admitted it anyways. still he felt the guilt of his lack of performance, beating himself up after every question asked about his car and what had happened.

it was just stupid. the questions were stupid. the car was stupid. this whole race was stupid.

the pressure to perform, even in the best car on the grid, was high. despite his seat being secured for plenty of years to come, he still had expectations to meet and records to break.

it was obvious to everyone that max was hard on himself every time he didn't perform his best, his girlfriend especially noticing when she’d find him in his very luxurious driver's room sulking at even the slightest of a mistake made by him.

it didn't happen often, but when it did, she'd been there for him. he knew that.

he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never be seen again because world champions don't make stupid mistakes.

even if this hadn't been a mistake he made, he should've known. even if there was no possible way he could’ve, he should've.

he was raised to believe that he was only deserving if he had been first, that he was destined to fail after every second place or worse finish.

so it wasn't surprising when he thought he didn't deserve her. in comparison, or more like his eyes, she was simply perfect.

and she understood him, which not many people could because he wouldn't let anyone pick apart his brain like she did.

he locked his thoughts and feelings in the dark that shrouded his mind from early childhood trauma. he promised he would never let anyone see.

but he was never great at keeping such promises because it hadn't taken much for her to pick the lock to his brain. even though he wasn't ready to spill every detail of his upbringing to her, he trusted her.

and he didn't get to do that all too often.

the media had been brutal—he knew they would be—and yet it still crushed his mentality and faith in himself.

with his race suit around his waist despite having time to change beforehand, he walked through the paddock in shame at the early retirement.

it wasn't like this determined the outcome of his career because the next race, he'd be back on top. he didn't feel so sure of it though because all his thoughts were on this failure. what if he failed the next race?

what if he failed the whole season? what if he fails her?

unlikely, the people know, but he had so much confidence which had so easily crumbled when it got a little too hot. he wasn't sure of himself anymore.

anyone could see the turmoil bubbling underneath his skin, harsh waves crashing in the ocean of his blue eyes as he pushed past anyone and everyone.

the walk through the paddock was short, considering the red bull motorhome was the first of ten. max hastily entered through the automatic doors, skipping steps as he was eager to hide out in his driver's room.

he felt the eyes of the staff follow him down the hall until he disappeared quickly around the corner. he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

the door to his driver's room closed as fast as it was opened, but much louder. she heard the slam of the door echo down the hallway.

she didn't flinch, she just calmly greeted staff with smiles and left a bag of sweets on the table for them. she always brought something for the team, to celebrate every victory and despite this not being one, they still deserved it for working hard.

since she had gotten there not too long after him, she lingered around the lobby. she didn't want to be waiting around for him to show up and have him brush her off because he wasn't in the right headspace.

he would never mean to dismiss her, and she knew to give him at least a little time to himself to think and process things. she couldn't give him too much time though because she didn't want his self-deprecating thoughts to eat away at his confidence.

from what she analyzed from the staff and their demeanor, he'd probably caught them off guard when he slammed his door.

she wouldn't apologize for his behavior because she would make him do it when he cooled down.

so she hung around and made small talk with the sparse staff around to allow max a few minutes to himself before excusing herself down the hall.

she had a bomb to defuse after all.

the clack of her heels on the hard floors bounced off the walls, but she walked quietly enough so max didn't hear her coming. he knew she would though. he knew she would find him with his head in his hands, barely covered in sweat because he didn't race for more than three laps.

his face was still flush with disappointment though. he didn't want her to see him like this even though she was with him during his last disappointing race, but even though his singaporean grand prix finish wasn't great, at least he hadn't been out of the race.

max hadn't DNF’d in two years because he was simply just that good, and he still is. he just didn't feel like it.

his hands pressed so hard against his eyes, the blood vessels in them would have popped if he pushed any harder. he had taken off his red bull hat, he felt he didn't deserve the number one right now. it was thrown lazily onto the makeshift bed in his driver's room.

the room was practically silent, every so often interrupted by a deep sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips. he had sat there for a good couple or minutes, sulking.

when she reached his door, she held the bouquet of flowers she always got for him close to her body with one arm while she raised the other to knock. her hand only slightly hesitated before her fist made contact with the door and a few seconds later, she tried entering. it was locked, which was usual whenever he was brooding.

at first, when max heard the knock, he thought of all the people last on his list that he would want to see right now, but on the bottom of the list was the person he wanted to avoid the most right now.

his dad.

their relationship was rocky. he never supported max at any place unless it was on the very top of the podium, and even then max thought he looked unpleasant.

“go away,” was all max could mutter through his hands as his heart started to pick up the pace.

she sighed, shaking her head with a smile pulling at her lips, “max.” it was all she needed to say.

part of him didn't want to let her in, he didn't want her to see him like this, but he knew she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. he knew she would stand there all day if he didn't open the door to let her in.

and he would always let her in.

she heard the low creak of the sofa she could imagine him sitting on, but not his footsteps while he made his way to the door. she only knew he heard her when the lock clicked and the door slowly opened inwards to reveal the red-faced max verstappen.

she stood staring at him, her head tilted as she studied his face. he didn't move, he just watched her eyes dart around his appearance, and he felt himself getting hot under his fireproofs.

“are you going to let me in, verstappen?” she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she watched her boyfriend roll his eyes.

he scoffed, stepping aside, “don't call me that.”

“what?” she acted innocent, stepping into his driver's room with the fresh flowers, seeing the already prepped vase, “don't call you by your name?”

“you know what I mean.” though he tried to keep a straight face and act like he was still mad, he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips. she just had that effect.

she heard the door close and lock again as she took the wrapping off and placed the flowers in the vase. she shrugged at his words, her back still towards him, but she knew he had sat back down.

“you didn't have to get those,” he mumbled, “didn't win.”

she sighed, crumbling the wrapping in her hand and throwing it away before walking to where he sat. she stood in front of him as he looked up at her.

even with heels, he was still much taller than her and even though he was sitting, he reached barely below her chin.

she spread her arms to offer a hug to him, which he gratefully took, his arms snaking around the low of her hips. pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around his head, running her fingers through his hair.

she felt him sigh against her skin, his eyes closing as they stayed like that for minutes without speaking. she felt him caress the bare skin of her thigh with his thumb.

when they finally pulled apart, his hands still laid firmly on her hips, his hair disheveled from the hug. she ran her hands through it to fix it and he only watched as she did so.

when she finally finished after only ten seconds because guy hair is a lot less complicated than women’s hair, he finally spoke up, “why are you dressed so uncomfortably?”

she was slightly taken aback, seeing as he was just moping about his race not even ten minutes ago and now commenting on her appearance. he only assumed she was uncomfortable, but unfortunately his assumption was correct.

“what do you mean?” she looked down at her attire, which isn't so different from the other wags that she hung out with.

his hand snuck around the back of her thigh and pulled up her leg, “I thought I told you to stop wearing heels, you always complain about them.”

“i’m fine,” she said, about to cross her arms, but her balance said otherwise so she settled them on his shoulders for support.

he gave her an incredulous look because every time she wore heels, without fail, she would complain less than an hour into wherever they were that she wanted to sit.

“okay, i admit i can't wait to get these things off,” she let out a deep breath, putting a hand on her hip, “but I'm supposed to be taking care of you.”

she said in his response to take the heels off her feet for her, a simple gesture really, but this was about him.

“do you want to talk about it?” she massaged his shoulders as he threw her heels to the other side of the small sofa.

“nothing to talk about,” he shrugged, “maybe I don't deserve being first.”

she pushed his head to look up at her, shaking her head, “you just don't realize how much you deserve, max. you're a world champion, a three-time one,” she reassured him, “you've won countless races, and you still have the entire season ahead of you. I know you want to, but you can't let one bad race define your season.”

“I know, you're right.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought deeply, “but I have to prove myself.”

“you've already done that plenty of times,” she shook his shoulders in emphasis, “besides you'll still lead the championship, unless charles gets p1, but you'll get it right back if that's the case.”

she was right. she always was, he never doubted her. he would never doubt her because she would never lie to him. she always backed up her answers by building up his ego and confidence back up so he was ready to fight it out on the track next race.

whether it took a couple of minutes or hours to bring his mood back up, she'd take her time in making him feel like the champion he was again.

she would take his phone from him, he didn't need to see the articles being written or the missing phone calls from his dad.

all he needed was her and she would always be there.

—

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[r0-boat]

ZZZ Lighter "just the tip" Lorenz

Drabble

Lighter X Gn!reader

Cw: unprotected sex, creampie.

He presses his body against you quickly, trying to shave off as much of His clothing as possible. Hungry and eager, he takes you right there in the middle of the desert. Making sure to lay you down on his leather jacket before clawing at your clothing.

You can see Lighter's sweaty body, his lopsided shades as those piercing olive green eyes look down at you. He cannot wait a single second to be inside you. And you couldn't anymore. Your mouth was on his lips as soon as your pants were off. A hot messy kiss that left Lighter wanting more. As soon as you broke away you remembered something. Something extremely important.

"Baby condom..."You managed to gasp out as his hungry mouth find yours again. His hands digging into your sides holding you still as his cock grinds against your clothed entrance feeling your damp underwear getting more and more soaked with his precum and your juices.

He tilt his head back getting lost to the friction of his swollen cock sliding against wet cloth separating him from you

"Lighter condom." You've grown a little louder. Lighter hums before reaching for his wallet. He keeps his hips grinding against you as he rifles through his wallet and then his jacket pockets.

No condoms....

"Shit..."Lighter growl. He would rather be a dead man than stop right here when the mood is so right when all he could think about is being deep inside you.

"just the tip, babe, I'll pull out, I promise."He mutters into your shoulder, sliding your underwear to the side. Not wanting to wait a single second more to take off your underwear. Plus you are wearing your nice pair, and who is he to deny a little bit of eye candy.

You should have been suspicious of a man who can barely remember the names of certain people to pull out of you. But with your brain so clouded with lust, you didn't have any second thoughts as he pushed the tip inside you.

Light thrusting slowly turns into deeper fucking as he drills you into his jacket. He even flips you around to fuck you from behind your nails, digging into His leather jacket.

You feel so good. Your warm, wet, tightening walls were something that he might get addicted to.

The last thing on his mind was pulling out. When he got close, going by muscle memory alone, he slammed as deep as he could, exploding inside you. Relishing in the way your walls squeeze and milk his cock in a vice grip.

Lighter has the memory of a goldfish, but he'll think about the irresistible feeling of being inside you without a condom. Every time, he goes to grab one

[peachmilkytea]

cw: smut, unprotected sex / creampie, dirty talk, pet names, all characters are 18+, mdni, not proofread, idk this is just gratuitous porn

it's been a long day, and it's late.

as soon as you stepped into the house two hours ago, you wasted no time in pushing sylus back toward his big bed and asking him to ravish you.

in turn, he had wasted no time in tossing you down onto said bed and bending you in half with your knees up on his shoulders.

which is where you are now, getting fucked impossibly hard, sobbing and writhing, overwhelmed by sylus' huge cock and the way his big body moves over you.

sylus has been thrusting into you with wild abandon for quite some time. and continues to do so now, his muscular frame glistening with sweat as he takes you roughly.

he growls in pleasure at the sound of your sobs and moans. ❝ you're mine, sweetie, ❞ he grunts between labored breaths. ❝ no one else can make you feel like this. ❞

the mirror on the ceiling shows you the angry red marks your nails are leaving all along his sculpted back, but you can't help it. no one has ever made you feel like this — this toe-curling, hair-raising type of pleasure.

you can feel yourself creaming all over his pistoning cock as you pant, ❝ only you, sy. i belong to you ... ❞

he grins at this response, his thrusts growing ever more powerful as he takes you harder and faster. he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, his tongue insistently lapping into your eager mouth. ❝ that's right, kitten, ❞ he mutters hotly against your lips. ❝ you belong to me now. ❞

his giant cock is stretching you so gloriously, dragging against your walls and making fireworks explode behind your eyes.

you reach down to rub furiously at your swollen clit before sylus knocks your hand away with his much larger one and growls, ❝ let me. ❞

he takes over easily, rubbing your clit with a fierce intensity that sends waves of electricity shooting through your body.

the moan you let out sounds more like a shriek, arching your back as you feel yourself approaching the edge. ❝ yes, sylus! right there. ❞

the rough pads of sylus' fingers abusing your clit like this make you abandon his back and clench your fingers instead in the plush bedsheets. ❝ sy, ❞ you sob pitifully, ❝ 'm getting close ... ❞

sylus grins wickedly, still working your clit, fingers moving deftly over that sensitive little nub. ❝ i can feel it, kitten. you're getting so ... ngh, so tight and wet around me. ❞

you can feel it — how you're tightening, face going red as you realize your greedy cunt is trying to milk sylus for all he's worth before it cums. ❝ s-sy ... that's so embarrassing ... ❞

sylus chuckles darkly in response, watching your face contort and go all rosy. ❝ don't be embarrassed, sweetie. ❞ he gazes down at you, his fingers never stopping that relentless assault on your clit. ❝ you're mine to pleasure and use however i want. and i do love it when you get so ... juicy for me. ❞

you whine, trying to hide your face against the silken sheets, but sylus braces a big, strong hand against your jaw and forces you to look up at him.

he leans in close, breath hot against your face as he speaks. ❝ look at me, kitten, ❞ he commands gently but firmly. ❝ i want to see the pleasure i'm giving you. you're mine and i won't ever let you hide from me. ❞

you make another embarrassing little noise and buck against him, now rubbing your clit against the hard muscles of his lower abdomen as he continues to hammer into you. ❝ oh, daddy ... ❞

you never call him that; in all honesty you normally think the nickname is cringe. but that's just how he's making you feel right now — like he's your daddy, like he's taking care of every inch of you.

sylus' wicked mouth stretches wide at the name, his thrusts growing more fervent, more hurried. ❝ that's right, kitten. i'm your daddy now. and i'm going to take care of you in every way possible. ❞

his hips are now practically slamming into you, forcing all of his thick girth into your gushy, spasming little pussy.

❝ daddydaddydaddy, ❞ you babble senselessly, now running your hands all over his broad shoulders and down his chiseled biceps, which are straining with the effort of holding himself above you. ❝ love calling you that, my daddy, mmmgh ... ❞

a deep groan rumbles through sylus' body above you, his own pleasure clearly mounting if the pulsing of his cock against your sweet, gummy walls is anything to go by. ❝ yes, kitten. ❞ his voice is strained, labored in that way that tells you he's getting close. ❝ say it again. call me daddy again. ❞

seemingly unable to help himself, or to wait for your reply, he leans down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue hungrily plundering your mouth as he doubles down in his fucking, thrusts now coming choppily, but even harder than before.

❝ mmmfgh, d'ddy ... ❞ you mumble against his lips. his mouth is so soft, in harsh counterpoint to his hard, sharp thrusts now rocking your body up the bed. ❝ c-can we cum at the same time, daddy? pretty please? ❞

he pulls back from the kiss, staring down at you with an utterly sinful gleam in his crimson eyes. ❝ of course we can, sweetie, ❞ he rasps. ❝ let's cum together. ❞

suddenly, he's pushing your legs further back against your chest, hips slapping off the backs of your thighs as he drives himself home. and that's when you start to cum, wailing desperately as you claw your nails down his arms and your entire body twitches underneath of him.

the remainder of sylus' composure finally snaps as he feels your tightness clenching around him, sending him over the edge. ❝ fuck, kitten. ❞ his hips stutter, rope after rope of his hot seed shooting deep inside of you. ❝ love when you cum with me ... ❞

he continues to thrust, stroking you through it as you both come down, kissing you, touching you, caressing you like a treasure.

you mewl like an actual kitten, toes curling and flexing as you pant hard, red-faced and sensitive with sylus kissing you gently, petting your hair away from your forehead.

❝ oh, daddy, ❞ you gasp breathlessly, chasing his lips for more sweet kisses. ❝ thank you ... ❞

sylus cards those long, thin fingers through your hair. ❝ you're welcome, sweetie. ❞ and then, low and in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, ❝ i'll always take care of you. ❞

[anantaru]

MR. & MRS. RAGNVINDR

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — following your wedding with your soulmate diluc ragnvindr, you find yourself celebrating your new bond on your wedding night.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.2k

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — repost of one of my favorite fics of mine <3

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, very soft but also rough idk, he calls you: my wife

"d—diluc.."

a short heaved dwindle of air runs over diluc's neck as he sensually places a kiss on your cheek— right then you taste the transparent love his person held towards you and it flickers and bleeds into your skin featherlight, bodies intertwined and moving in a passionate conjunction.

the crawl of his longing for you wordlessly webs and adjusts to both your saturated cunt and his cock pressing close, breathing clear wrecked with your pulse heightened.

"it's not necessary to use my name." he corrects you, slurred, "i'm your husband now, don't tell me you forgot already?"

and diluc shyly smirks into your lips as he pulls himself into your spongy cunt and expertly wiggles his hips to make sure you're sensing it, all of him, but most efficiently his need and desire to make you, his precious wife, cum and thoroughly pleased.

you try again, trying your utmost hardest to voice anything with your wet lips being perked up all prettily in a well formed pout, holding yourself tight against your husbands body as he worked you both to an everlasting climax. your nails clawed on his defined back and wielded razor sharp scratches on his skin— while between you and him, diluc loved the burn on his flesh the second you claim and mark him up in that precise manner.

"my husband.." the red haired cocks a brow and lifts his head off your neck upon gathering your words, "yes, my wife?"

his cheeks are flushed and couldn’t possible be hidden from you while his pace on you had gotten steadier and pathed faster, and he makes sure to circle his hips whenever he pushes himself in completely, whenever your warm and wet walls would shape and set just right around his shaft.

"i love you." a shaded stream of higher pitched whines and sniffles float around the humid room as diluc groans at this one particular sentence that would always manage to give him the purest kind of intimacy and love. "i love you too."

of course he does, diluc ragnvindr has been making it very obvious each and every day. but tonight, he wanted to make this special day even more extraordinary— while most importantly, was diluc eager to show you all of his skills and tricks in a whole different scenario.

by all means, as one might have already deducted, you two have been intimate in the past, many many times before, while now the pleasuring feeling was growing a tenfold and much more intense, as if you were going to explode from his tip pushing and passing the tight ring of your pussy.

diluc silently wraps your body into his arms and pushes himself forward until you‘re practically squished in between the mattress and his chest— well, breathing room although limited, with the new acquired position he was now able to reach deeper and better into your cunt. his eyes are flickering down on where your softness was constricting and spreading nice and wide, he was so big and you tremble when he began to move once again.

his hips too, were unstoppable and skilled in what they did and your honeyed cries— your moans and begs, fuck, they were his all out favorite if he had to choose one instance, especially when you spelled out the new title he only took possession off tonight.

"this.." it's disgustingly delightful when he speaks within groans, "this is forever." you gush on him and a silent scream rumbles in your belly.

"we're forever."

lustfully— and punctuated, he rolls his girth back into you and scratches your walls, the pink tip repeatedly mushing in your wet spots and interlacing with you. underneath his bangs, you find his eyes aflame, warm and flowing because diluc couldn't get enough of watching you— your squeezed eyes reeking in crystallines from an unfaltering overstimulation, or those lips he had kissed many times before now apart and gifting him with hazed hordes of winces and moans.

sweat matted itself on your coruscating bodies but it only forced your hips to retract their position and close a little up, so you could fuck yourself into him and meet his piercing pace half way. "archons— fuck!" you can feel every twitch on his length and you're clearing his shaft with your liquids, subsequently leaving it to prance down your thighs and stick on the mattress.

"fuck— diluc!" your body suddenly jolts in a manifold of cabling tingles at your lovers following thrust, it was rougher than his usual ones, as if he was trying to silently tell you that you, again, addressed him wrong.

"I'm sorry." you throw your hips upwards and hear him groan repeatedly, signaling his climax benching in his core, "my husband." though you whimper, you spread your legs apart for him more and left it to diluc and his new feral pace to taunt you wider, convulsing on his creamy cock plastered with your slick.

"where— where do you want me, my wife?" his nails sink into your thighs to practically push you back and forth his cock, his head thrown back and exposing his well formed adams apple bobbing up and down. "inside, need it inside, please!"

changing the angles, diluc shifts on the bed, after all, he wants to obey to your requests and split your entrance to make proper space for his smooth cum stuffing you right. he tilts his head back towards you and suffocates the distance of your lips to kiss you when you both deliriously moan into each other and nod frantically, his first spurts of thick cum rushing into you.

the large wave of your own climax was then sneakily closing on your body as you shivered under the towering hold of your lover, your screams loud and hazy, jamming hard as you both fucked yourself through your orgasm.

your toes curl inwards as your legs flew up to clench around his hips, barely comprehending the soul touching stir as he kept fucking you through it all, your bodies drenched in cum and slick but none of you seemed to care, it was the least of your problems, if anything, it wasn't to be called a problem at all.

"fuck, fuck!" it's such a shame you couldn't listen to his whines forever on end, how filthy someone so well behaved like diluc ragnvindr himself could sound at times.

"kiss me again." he asks and you listen, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy peck that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. you snap your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, smiling as he grunts into you.

no matter how many times you'd do it together, diluc would always end up shy afterwards, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion and beyond, right now, he can barely look at you— eyes closed as he continued to search and suck on your bottom lip.

you're hyper aware of this, on what you were able to inflict on him, but now, you can't say anything, voice lost and throat hurting from your on-going moans and cries. with that, he holds his hips still before slowly pulling out of you, his cock semi erect and gradually softening, utterly spent.

glowing red eyes, now fluttering apart and finding yours, unraveling all at once. diluc certainly could never get used to this, not even after making you his wife.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[salfishersface]

love your work !!! ur writing is so sophisticated? idk how to describe it but its AMAZING. is it okay to request a casual afternoon with bf! sal where reader is just on her phone while he’s lazily eating her out? :33

Lazy Days || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You're scrolling through your phone while Sal some exercise for his tongue.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are 18+!

Notes - This is so sweet! Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this!!

Word Count - 1.1k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Sal Fisher, your boyfriend, was always convincing you to have lazy days at his: no matter what you had to do. They always ended the same way; you were scrolling through your phone while Sal played on his guitar, but today, something was different. As usual, you were scrolling through your phone, but instead of strumming on his guitar, your boyfriend was nestled between your legs and his tongue was poking out to lick at your wet slit. He had been at this for almost an hour, pushing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again only to deny you your release until he was good and ready. You occasionally let out soft little gasps as his tongue would circle your clit, but for the most part, he remained seated in your tight, sopping hole. 

“Sal,” you whined softly, moving your hips to the side slightly to get more comfortably. 

“Yes princess?” He asked against your cunt, pulling away slightly to look up at you. 

“Are you going to be down there all day?” You asked jokingly, a moan on the tip of your tongue as you rolled your eyes. 

Sal licked another stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit, forcing the moan to tumble from your lips. “If you’ll let me,” he mumbled. You looked down at his scarred face and smiled, trailing one of your hands to his blue hair and pushing his face back into your cunt. “Good girl,” his muffled voice came as he continued to lap at you. Another moan left your mouth as Sal continued his ruthless assault before biting ever so slightly at your folds and making you squeak. You took a shaky breath and continued scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the pleasure that was once again building up in your core. 

But it was no use. “Sally,” came another whine from your throat. 

“You going to cum baby?” He asked, voice soft against your cunt. You placed your phone on the bedside table next to Sal’s prosthetic while nodding violently. You were so fucking close to your release and knew that one more lick to your clit would send you over the edge. You bucked your hips up pathetically, desperate to get Sal to delve his face back into your heat and of course he obliged. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have you cumming all over his face. The time, Sal paid close attention to your throbbing clit, sucking and hollowing his cheeks over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately you saw white, stars filling your mind as you felt yourself shamelessly spray over his tongue. 

“Sal!” You cried out, legs shaking as your orgasm violently washed over you. It was definitely the most intense orgasm you had ever had, but it was no wonder. All that edging had made you explode. 

“You’re so good for me baby,” Sal cooed softly, tugging his sweats down to his knees and slipping his cock between your well-lubricated folds. “I’d say you’re ready for me now.” 

You nodded in agreement, facial expression showing your eagerness. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck and pulled him as close to your body as possible as he slowly slipped inside of your wet heat with ease. You both let out melodic moans as he bottomed out inside of you completely, both of your desires finally satiated. Sal gave you a second to adjust before he began to move his hips, knowing that you were slightly overstimulated. Although Sal’s movements were slow, they were anything but caring. He slowly snapped his hips against yours, but his movements were sharp, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You threw your head back onto the pillows behind you and let out a loud moan, “faster Sally!” 

“Faster?” He asked cheekily, hips snapping against yours in a quicker motion. Moan after moan tumbled from your lips as Sal increased his pace, desperate to feel your cunt flutter around his cock. It was a feeling that he was addicted to, easily. “God I can feel you getting tighter baby. You like that?” Sal asked, clearly poking fun at you. All you could do was nod. You certainly weren’t in the mood for his teasing right now. Sal nodded right back at you, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could into your tight cunt. You were practically drooling and squirming underneath him, body not ready for the second orgasm that was quickly approaching. “Stay still baby,” Sal whispered to you, his hands trailing down to your hips to keep your body in place. 

“I can’t!” You cried out. You bit your bottom lip to stop the scream threatening to erupt from your throat. 

“Yes you can sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum again,” he whispered, voice sweeter than honey. You wrapped your legs further around his waist, nails digging into his shirt as he continued to fuck into you. “Lift your hips up sweetie.”

You did as you were told, lifting your hips up until Sal’s cockhead was kissing your cervix, the new angle sending you tumbling over the edge. You saw stars for the second time, body filled with white hot energy as your orgasm rippled through your entire body. Sal groaned as your pussy contracted around him and he bent down to place a passionate kiss on your lips, hips not faltering as he fucked you. It was only a few seconds before Sal was spurting thick, hot ropes inside of you from his angry red tip. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, his hips stilling as his cock continued to twitch his release inside of you. 

When he was finally finished cumming, Sal slowly pulled out of you. You let out a soft giggle and smiled at your boyfriend, “fuck indeed.” 

Sal lay down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder before pressing soft kisses to your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered softly, but before you had a chance to respond, he continued to talk. “I think we should make a habit of lazy days like this.” Sal grinned up at you, forcing another giggle to escape your lips. 

“If you’re going to fuck me like that everytime, then I think we should,” you agreed, nodding your head slightly. 

“Good,” Sal whispered, finally allowing his heavy eyes to flutter closed. 

Sal was asleep in no time, snoring gently against your shoulder. You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, grabbing your phone back off the bedside table and deciding to flick through social media until he woke up. You really were one lucky woman.

[jewish-microwave-laser]

And here is the most devastating fact of Frank's posthumous success, which leaves her real experience forever hidden: we know what she would have said, because other people have said it, and we don't want to hear it.

The line most often quoted from Frank's diary are her famous words, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart." These words are "inspiring," by which we mean that they flatter us. They make us feel forgiven for those lapses of our civilization that allow for piles of murdered girls—and if those words came from a murdered girl, well, then, we must be absolved, because they must be true. That gift of grace and absolution from a murdered Jew (exactly the gift that lies at the heart of Christianity) is what millions of people are so eager to find in Frank's hiding place, in her writings, in her "legacy." It is far more gratifying to believe that an innocent dead girl has offered us grace than to recognize the obvious: Frank wrote about people being "truly good at heart" before meeting people who weren't. Three weeks after writing those words, she met people who weren't.

Here's how much some people dislike living Jews: they murdered 6 million of them. This fact bears repeating, as it does not come up at all in Anne Frank's writings. Readers of her diary are aware that the author was murdered in a genocide, but this does not mean that her diary is a work about genocide. If it were, it is unlikely that it would have been anywhere near as universally embraced.

We know this, because there is no shortage of writings from victims and survivors who chronicled this fact in vivid detail, and none of those documents have achieved anything like Frank's diary's fame. Those that have come close have only done so by observing those same rules of hiding, the ones that insist on polite victims who don't insult their persecutors The work that came closest to achieving Frank's international fame might be Elie Wiesel's Night, a memoir that could be thought of as a continuation of Frank's diary, recounting the tortures of a fifteen-year-old imprisoned in Auschwitz. As the scholar Naomi Seidman has discussed, Wiesel first published his memoir in Yiddish, under the title And the World Was Silent. The Yiddish book told the same story told in Night, but it exploded with rage against his family's murderers and, as the title implies, the entire world whose indifference (or active hatred) made those murders possible. With the help of the French Catholic Nobel laureate François Mauriac, Wiesel later published a French version under the new title La Nuit—a work that repositioned the young survivor's rage into theological angst. After all, what reader would want to hear about how this society had failed, how he was guilty? Better to blame G[-]d. This approach earned Wiesel a Nobel Peace Prize, as well as, years later, selection for Oprah's Book Club, the American epitome of grace. It did not, however, make teenage girls read his book in Japan, the way they read Frank's. For that he would have had to hide much, much more.

from "Everyone's (Second) Favorite Dead Jew" in People Love Dead Jews by Dara Horn, pp 9–10

[phossiii]

｡𖦹°‧⭑ monsters: chapter three

synopsis: phosphorus helps you with your little problem. and a brawl starts up in the kitchen.

cw: reader is a monster, mature themes, violence, profanity, innuendos, phosphorus is phosphorus, nsfw, very spicy chapter, phosphorus has a dick, a tongue, and is able to kiss.

a/n: again, so sorry for the delay. the entire fuckin' draft deleted and i had to rewrite everything.

Without hesitation, Phosphorus hooked his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

Eagerly, you accepted it, shifting your thighs on either side of him to sit further on his lap, pressing yourself flush against his crotch.

His hands tightly gripped your ass and thighs as they slid under the hem of your shorts, his tongue swirling with with yours as you softly moaned into his mouth, hands tightly grasping his shoulders.

Your sounds nearly had him reeling, forcing the man to bite back his groan.

'Jesus Christ...'

He couldn't believe this was happening.

You... showing up at his door, all hot and bothered, demanding he fuck you right?

It was like something out of a cheesy porno.

But who was he to complain?

He had a hot demon woman shoving her tongue down his throat.

Who could ask for more?

With a cocky chuckle, he roughly flipped you both over, pouncing on you and sucking harsh circles across your neck and chest, forcing you to arch your back into his touch.

"You should be thankin' me, doll face. I'm movin' around my schedule for this," he murmured into your flesh, keeping up his rhythm.

"I'll be sure to send you a thank you basket," you scoffed, breathless, as you hooked your fingers under the hem of your shirt.

With your back off the mattress, you did away with your tank top and shorts, tossing them to the far corner.

His non-existent eyes ticked up to meet yours as he traced a finger over your stomach, cockily.

"If you are, might I suggest banana nut muffins?" he chuckled. "Pretty fitting for our situation."

Slowly, his hands reached up to grope your tits, roughly molding and massaging them as his teeth trailed down your navel, smoothly moving to your thighs in an attempt to drag your panties down your legs.

You moaned at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipples, skin buzzing with electricity and anticipation.

"Phos, fuck," you exhaled, breath hitching at a particularly sharp pinch.

After a moment of pause, he finally got your panties off, dragging them off your feet before dropping them to the floor, taking the opportunity to pry your thighs open.

The sight he was met with nearly made his glow-stick shoot straight up.

'Scwing.'

Before him sat your sobbing, wet cunt, sitting patient and pretty just for him.

"So... everything is red..." he smirked, leaning in and pressing teasing kisses into your lips, forcing sparks of pleasure to explode in your body. "Called it."

He looked up at you from between your thighs, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spin.

But before you could say anything, his tongue slithered out his mouth to toy with your clit, stealing away any possible hope of coherent thought.

"N-N...Oh, fuck, yes!" you moaned, tilting your head back in ecstasy.

He chuckled, the fan of his breath making your cunt throb.

"Never took you for a screamer..."

Without warning, he yanked you closer by your ankles, relishing your mousy yelp of surprise.

"What happened to all that mouth, doll face?"

"Phos, please," you whined. "Just shut the fuck up and use your mouth for something useful."

"Someone's eager..."

"So help me God, I will go down the hall and find Fla—"

He practically dove into your pussy at the mention of the general, slurping at your juices and sucking at your clit like a man on a mission.

He alternated between swirling his tongue around your entrance and teasing your sensitive button, his hands pinning your thighs as far apart as they would go.

You nearly lost it, body on autopilot as your mouth let loose with whatever sounds it felt like.

"God, yes, yes, yes!" you moaned. "Right there, Phos, fuck, right there!"

His hot tongue, tinged with a faint sting from his powers as it lapped at your core, making a mess of your pussy.

"Right there?" he teasingly asked. "Not right here, doll?"

Suddenly, you felt his finger begin to probe you, slowly slipping inside and aiming upward to rub against that certain spongy spot.

"C'mon... I'm waitin for your orders..." he chuckled, his tongue still working its magic on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back like you were possessed, your thighs harshly clamping around his head, desperate to keep him where he was.

"Fuck," you whined, fingertips singing the sheets. "How the fuck are you so good at this? You're a goddamn skeleton..."

Smirking into you, he continued his ministrations, gliding his finger in and out as he lapped at your heat, quickly bringing you to your peak.

"Shit!" you gasped, loudly. "Phos, m'gunna-gunna come!"

At the same time, he looked up at you, and you looked down at him, the alluring green of his fire pulling you into a small trance.

Phosphorus held your gaze as he practically shoved you over the edge, forcing you release with an almost pornographic moan, and cum all over his mouth.

But he didn't stop

He made it a point to continue eating you out, making your orgasm last far longer than it should.

Your words became slurred as jumbled as you begged him to stop.

"P-Phos!" you whimpered. "Please... oh, fuck, please! I-I can't... oh, I can't..."

Fortunately for you, he finally stopped, standing between your thighs as his chin and mouth glistened with your cum.

"Tastes like..." he pulled his finger out of you, holding it up to pause as his tongue dragged across his bottom lip. "Brimstone?"

You rolled your eyes, sitting up and cupping his face between your hands before mashing your lips passionately with his.

With a chuckle, Phosphorus wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body flush against him for only a moment, before he flipped you around and shoved you stomach first back onto the bed.

Faster than humanly possible, he tugged off his hoodie, dropping his pants and boxers as he got you into position.

On your knees.

Face down.

Ass up.

"Alright," he started, voicing dipping an octave. "You got your fill... S'my turn now."

SMACK!

His hand came down to smack your ass cheek, his power giving it a little extra bite.

The sharp sensation made you gasp, your toes curling at the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

"Naughty girl," he grinned, free hand mindlessly toying with your pointed tail. "You're really gettin' off on this, arentcha? That desperate for my cock?"

"Fuck you," you spat, half-heartedly.

"If you insist..."

Planting another smack on your ass, he positioned his dick, and, in one swift motion, filled you to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned while you let out another sharp gasp, tightly gripping the sheets under you.

But rather than let himself adjust, he moved right into it, pistoning his hips into your jiggly, soft ass.

"Fuck, Phos, sh-shit!" you cried, shoving your face in the mattress to muffle your noise. "W-Wait! D-Don't... oh, fuck!...don't go so fast! Ohh, my God!"

Phosphorus cackled at your pathetic stammering and babbling in between your moans and gasps as he drove himself into you again and again, his grip on your hips increasing in heat as his fingers dug into the fleshy parts of your ass.

"Not a chance, doll," he puffed.

He paused mid-stroke to hike his leg up on the bed before continuing to drive his cock into you, making your jaw fall slack at the new angle.

And he continued at his breakneck pace, moaning about how hot you looked as his hand left your hip to rub your clit, the other giving your ass yet another harsh smack.

You felt your second orgasm rising, your pussy tightening around his dick while that knot in your core began to tighten, signaling your end.

"Yes!" you cried out. "Fuck, right there! Right fuckin there!"

Leaning down, he pressed his face into your ear, rutting into you like a wild animal.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, holding on tightly and moaning into the mattress as your heated nails dragged down the fabric, your noises pulling rough grunts of pleasure from his irradiated lips.

"You like me," Phosphorus panted into your ear. "You can shout and scowl all you want... you like me."

"Phos, please!" you begged. "M'so close!"

"So am I," he groaned. "But no one's coming 'til you tell me what I wanna hear."

He leaned back to get a good look at you, eyes transfixed on your body as his hands kneaded your ass.

"Admit you like me."

You looked back at him with horror.

Did you want to cum?

Yes.

Did you want him to win?

Hell. No.

"F-Fuck off!" you shouted, delirious.

With a cocky smirk, Phosphorus slowed down, making his thrusts shallow and slow.

"You wanna try that again?"

The devious twinkle in his eye was pretty much invisible, but you could practically hear it in his voice.

He was teasing you.

And you didn't have the patience.

"Goddammit!" you sobbed. "I like you! You're not...fuck... you're not terrible to be around! Now fuckin' let me cum!"

A wide, gigawatt smile crossed Phosphorus's face, your admission the highlight of his day.

"See? Was that so hard?" he chuckled.

Tightening his grip, he sped up his thrusts, putting his whole back into it as his cock drilled your wet cunt over and over and over and over again until—

"Cummin'" you whimpered. "M'gunna cum!"

His lips parted as he panted and groaned, the feeling of you squeezing around him almost too much.

Leaning down, he wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to look up so he could meet your lips with a sloppy, moan-filled, open-mouthed kiss.

Instantly, you came all over his cock, his kiss swallowing your gasps of release as your body tensed and writhed in his grasp.

With a few thrusts and feral grunt, he quickly pulled himself out of you, emptying himself all over your back and ass.

You don't say a word, and you don't even move.

You couldn't.

At the moment, your body was too exhausted to do anything but lay there and take it.

Once he was done, Phosphorus sighed with relief, muscles loosening as another light chuckle left his lips.

He released your cock, soft and coated in your mixed cum, and tilted his head up to look at the ceiling.

"Alright... back to business."

As he shuffled around behind you, putting his clothes back on—according to your pointed ears—you continued to lay in your position, staring into space as the gravity of your situation finally began to sink in.

Phosphorus, easily the most annoying person you had ever met, had just given you the best fuck of your life.

You practically shuddered at the thought, your tail falling limply at the realization

'I should've looked for Flag...'

"M-Miss? Are you feeling well?" one of the female cooks asked, concerned, and quite fearful, as you downed another round of whiskey.

With a groan, you slammed the empty glass down on the island, puffing a tiny fireball from the side of your mouth with a huff.

That was your tenth bottle.

And you were approaching your eleventh as your tail moved to grab the neck of a new one.

'Hope that witch never comes. I could get used to good booze like this.'

"Yes," you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as your tail poured another glass, not in the mood for conversation. "I am feeling well."

"Are you sure of this?" a man chimed in, utterly baffled. "In all my years, I have never seen someone drink so much and still stand."

Hell, he had never seen someone drink so much and still be alive.

But then again, most of the staff barely knew what to expect when it came to the creatures protecting their princess.

You had shuffled into the kitchen a few minutes ago, asking for a bottle of their strongest, and, naturally, they obliged, seeing as you were an honored guest.

But that didn't mean they couldn't have their own worries.

With another sigh, you took a sip of your drink, looking over the rim and away from the man, wistfully.

"People like me don't get drunk."

Just then, your pointed ears flicked up, the faint sound of splintering wood bounding off the walls as you lowered your glass.

'The hell?'

Slowly, but surely, it began to get louder, your eyes shooting wide as the ceiling gave way, dropping Flag and Phosphorus right on the kitchen island.

With screams and shouts of terror, the chefs and cooks ran out the room, the fallen wood setting a section of the room on fire.

But you ignored them, more concerned with the flaming skeleton lying in front of you.

"The hell are you doing? You're scaring away my tap," you cocked a brow, annoyed.

"Someone's up and at 'em. Last I saw, you were face down in my mattress," he teased, cockily, as he sat up, grabbing his chin and snapping his neck back into place.

He did it so nonchalant, sending a rippling warmth right through your stomach, and forcing your eyes to widen slightly.

'Damn...'

That is... until you finally process what he said.

"Asshole!"

"Mattress?" Flag cocked a brow, confused, as he turned to you.

Swiftly, his eyes scanned over your form, taking note of the numerous hickeys littering your chest and neck, as well as the slight wildness of your hair and the drooping strap of your tank top.

'No. Fucking. Way.'

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" he exclaimed, looking between you both incredulously.

"Think that's bad, you should see her ass," Phosphorus grinned, proudly reminiscing on the hand print he'd left on your reddened ass cheek.

You jerked, about to cuss him out when you suddenly caught sight of the detonator sitting in a teacup, just waiting to be grabbed.

'Oh, shit.'

Without hesitation, your tail dropped your glass and snatched it up, much to Flag's surprise.

"No!"

"Phos! How do I disarm this shit?!" you frantically asked, running up the wall and plopping down on the ceiling as Flag reached for a cast-iron skillet to throw at you.

Quickly, Phosphorus grabbed him by the wrist, stopping his hand and earning a harsh, pained wince.

"Just press buttons—Ungh!" the skeleton was cut off as Flag kicked him in the chest, sending him flying off the island and giving him the opening he needed to hit you in the head with the pan.

"Fuck!" you spat as you fell from the ceiling, dropping the detonator as you clutched your head. "Bitch!"

Jumping off the counter, Flag ran to grab it, but Phosphorus pulled himself up just in time to hit him in the back with a small spurt of fire, sending the man flying into the stove and right into the hot pots.

"Ah! Fuck!" he cursed, quickly shoving an oven mitt over his burned right hand.

As Phosphorus picked up the detonator with a wicked chuckle, you launched yourself forward, grabbing onto a hanging light fixture and swinging toward the general as he charged your new partner in crime.

Roughly, you tackled him into a table, completely breaking it in half as you attempted to pin him down.

Despite the fact that you were fighting, you didn't really want to hurt the man.

As boy scout-ish as he was, Flag had been nothing but nice to you, and seemed to be a genuinely kind and honest man.

If you could help it, you would try to neutralize the threat without maiming the poor guy.

Though, just as you got a good hold, Flag used his feet to push you off at the chest and stand up, nearly launching you across the room.

But you anticipated and used your tail to grab him by the neck in mid-air, swinging yourself back around to tackle him from behind, sending him crashing into the island.

"Any progress over there?!" you asked, annoyed, as you grabbed the general by the back of his head, pushing his face into the counter top.

"Nope. Nothin' yet," Phosphorus denied, examining the small device as if it was an alien thing.

"Well, could you hurry it—Shit!"

Before you could finish, Flag threw your bottle of whiskey in your face, smashing the glass against your horns and forcing you to stumble backward.

As you frantically tried to clear your vision, he ran toward Phosphorus, using his momentum to smash the skeleton's skull against a cabinet.

Instantly, Phosphorus whipped around and backhanded him away, charging in for a kick—which Flag dodged by a hair.

But without missing a beat, the general grabbed him by the waist, suplexing and sending the skeleton flying across the room, the detonator landing right in the middle.

Quickly, both men scrambled to their feet, Phosphorus charging at full speed before Flag shoulder-checked him into a glass china display.

Finally able to see, you rushed back into the fight, using the island as a springboard to forward flip over before sending your tail to grab the device.

Much to your surprise, though, Flag used both hands to grab you by your thigh in mid-air, swirling around before tossing you into the shelves across the room.

But while his back was turned, Phosphorus launched a heated punch, though the general was able to weave out the way and send two harsh strikes to his face and chest, finishing it all off with a kick to the face before he finally grabbed the detonator.

"Shit..." you groaned, bracing yourself for the pain.

"Richard?" Princess Ilana chimed, concerned, from her spot in the doorway.

Pausing a moment, Flag turned to her, seeming to regain his composure before returning to you two.

"Phoshporus! (y/n)! You think Waller would give me the only remote?" he exclaimed, severely annoyed, as he turned to the irradiated skeleton. "You'd be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days, if you escaped."

Quickly, he whipped around to you.

"And you'd become a threat to national security."

You face fell slightly at the reminder, forcing you to look off to the side.

Letting his shoulders drop, Flag looked between you both, sincerely.

"I'm not here to torture you. We're supposed to be on the same damn team."

With a harsh sigh, he turned away, storming out the kitchen with Ilana in tow, leaving you and Phosphorus to sit there, dumbfounded.

Neither of you had any idea that he was so benevolent.

Quietly, you both pulled yourselves to your feet, heading for the door and walking out into the hallway in sync.

Together, you moved in silence, until, of course, Phosphorus broke the tension.

"So... still need help with your problem?"

"Not in a million years."

[doki-doki-imagines]

They compliment you feat. mk1 bi-han, kitana, kung lao

author note: felt like I was going to explode if I didn't post them today, I hope it's not complete trash LOL.

Bi-Han: -It was a quiet morning, for once you were the first to wake up, so you started cooking for the both of you. -Then you felt the arms of your lover wrapping around your waist, always so chilly against your body. -You feel his right cheekbone brush against yours, like a kitty searching for affection, then his chin rests on your shoulder, you can feel his black eyes on you. "Dawn creates light and shades on your face, making your feature stand out even more, I didn't think it was possible to make you look even more beautiful." -You choke on your own spit, stunned by the honeyed words dripping from your partner lips. -What was happening? Did Bi-Han hit his head during sparring? In any case, there's no way you'll stop him. -Kettle whistle, but you don't move, still looking at Bi-Han with wide eyes. -He sighs, kisses your cheek, and takes the kettle, pouring the boiling water into his cup, where you previously put the tea bag. -"Moron, if this is your reaction, I'll have to filter my thoughts again." -You shook your head, hell, you don't think you'll ever be able to go back now, his sweet words a drug that got you immediately addicted. Sadly, you aren't used to compliments anymore; you can just stutter out a no, while you feel heath on your cheeks. -Bi-Han smirks at you, a playful gesture you rarely see (and you are still thanking the gods that blessed you this morning) his right hand reaching for the apple of your cheek, pulling it in between his index and middle fingers before snapping it back in place. -"Sit down, I'll make you coffee maybe it will wake you up." -You aren't sure if you want to wake up.

Kitana: -You are waiting for her to return from work, your stomach churning always worried something bad may have happened. -You are reading a novel when you feel the door of the living room opening. You lift your head up, eager to see your lover come in. -And she does, a ray of sunshine deep into the night. -Kitana walks to you, a tired smile on her face, 'till she reaches you behind the armchair you are sitting on. -"Good night beautiful, first time here?" You say, chuckling at your own silliness. -Kitana chuckles along, the kind that shows the wonderful smile that always makes you understand how lucky you are. -"Since you leave me breathless every time I look at you-" Her face lean closer to yours "maybe it is" her plush lips kiss your forehead before she leaves to change in more comfortable clothing. -You curl on yourself, face hidden inside your book, and you are pretty sure your head is fuming for how fast the gears in your brain are working. -"Don't curl up, dear! You know it's bad for your back" Kitana shouts from your shared bedroom "I don't want my princess to get back pain" she whispers the last part. -Maybe one day she will get bold enough to freely speak her mind, for now you'll have to cheerish this rare moment of softness.

Kung Lao: -You tried a new recipe today, made with the fresh vegetables Kung Lao and Raiden picked up at dawn. -Saying you were nervous is a euphemism. You didn't want to fail, but even more to thrash the food your friend and boyfriend grew and picked up after so much effort. -You put the food on the table, useless to say to start the meal, Kung Lao cheeks were already full, and Raiden followed soon. -The judgment arrived soon, the burp coming from your partner mouth a telltale sign and a bad habit you still weren't able to correct. -"My love, the food was amazing, delicious!" Kung Lao stands up, arms open ready to embrace your body "Not that I have any doubts, your cooking skill just another plus of my wonderful-" He kisses your nose "amazing-" his lips touch your left cheek "beautiful dove" his lips finally rest on yours. -You reciprocate the kiss, but your mind is elsewhere, so used to Kung Lao singing his own praises without sparing a nice word to anybody else, you didn't expect so many compliments. -You break the kiss when you hear Raiden coughing in the background, heath flooding your face while your boyfriend was totally unaffected, still looking at you with that softness he always reserves for you. -Kung Lao soon returns at the table to finish the meal together with Raiden, and then they both go back to train. -But not before smooching your cheek, lips staining your skin with, what you guessed was the juice of the peach Kung Lao eat before going back to work. -You clean yourself with the back of your hand before going back to work, the comoliments of your boyfriend still reverberating into your brain, a nice intrusive thought that won't leave you for the rest of the day.

[the-dawn-star]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's betrothed

A/N: Hey, I kind of have not gotten Feyd-Rautha out of my mind so here is a thing about him. (And all the fanfictions including him are always smut, which is fine but I want more sfw stuff too). Also, Dune has occupied like 50 % of my thoughts this year and I have so many thoughts about the Dune-show (:

TW/CW: Reader is basically having a panic attack the whole time, murders, arranged marriage.

Getting married had never been the most intriguing idea in my mind. But I had to do this. I was born into a great house and getting married to form an alliance with another house was a centuries long inevitable that most young women of the house had to go through.  

But getting married to a Harkonnen, particularly to the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen was not something that happens to everyone. But I had been given this role, being his wife, his baroness after his uncle dies at some point.  

I sat on the high balcony of the gladiator arena.  Mother and father sat next to me and on the right side of my father sat the Baron and the rest of the family next to him. My family and I had come to Giedi Prime a few days ago when my engagement was announced to me officially. And somewhere below the arena was my future husband ready to come out and fight, show his power to the thousands and thousands of onlookers.

I picked the edges of my nails. The anxiety and stress hadn’t given me a break since the ship had landed on the colorless planet. My heart hadn’t stopped its overwhelming pounding and with a glass of tea in my hand didn’t stop the shaking. Now the black dress I had been given as a gift by my future husband felt restrictive, especially with the metal jewellery that was brought from home as it was a tradition back home. 

The wedding had been planned to be in a few days and after that my only family and the only way of life that I had known was going to leave. And then I will be alone, alone on this planet with a husband who had rumours of his sadism floating around the known universe.  

I decided to concentrate on my breathing. Not letting the panic override the teachings I had learnt of the Bene Gesserit at home. I let the forced calmness overtake me but even within this state I felt the terror in the back of my consciousness. My eyes glazed over and my sight became unclear but I didn’t mind.

The fighting started as the Na-Baron arrived into the arena and I pushed my years long training past the normal. Feyd-Rautha fought just as well as I had heard. The crowds’ clamour felt like a distant whisper in my state of dissociation. With speed and technique, the future Baron took down his opponents one by one but still clearly showing off the talent he possessed with a blade. The black blood stained the ground but for a reason not known by me didn’t bother me as much as I had expected. 

--- 

The last body fell to the ground dead with his stomach bleeding of blood. The crowd erupted in cheers and I brought myself back to my body in its normal state. My ears rang and as I clapped as did my parents, still clearly disturbed by the cultural change when compared to our home. Father looked like he was ready to retch his previous meals in any second. But I had started to study the Giedi Prime culture as soon as my engagement plans were announced to me. Still, as much as I could learn, I hadn't learnt thousands of years of cultural practices so different from my own, like my parents had expected. 

My future husband made few circles around the arena, raising the audiences’ energy if it was anymore possible. His blades were dripping with blood that showed fully black to the eyes of the eager onlookers. The Na-Baron shoved one of his blades to his belt before circling back to the high seats where his family were sitting next to me and my parents.  

Without a word from anyone Feyd-Rautha dropped to his knee, raising his bloodied blade above his head as if for our box to see.  

Once again, the arena exploded in cheers to the heights I had thought were impossible to achieve.  

“He wants you to accept the engagement, girl.” The Baron’s lazy voice brought you to reality from almost a frozen state for not knowing what was happening. This was the first time the Baron had spoken to me at all, not that I had minded at all. The arena fell into an unexpected silence.  

I stood up with shaking legs, took a step closer to the edge of the box meeting eyes with my future husband. My hands started to shake and I had to squeeze my hands into fists so I could stop them. I nodded uncertainly to my betrothed below on the white sand.  

That tiny nod brought the crowd back to life as Feyd-Rautha rose up before disappearing to the tunnels below the arena where he had come from in the first place. His direction was lost by me. I was too lost in my panic and the work that I needed to do to keep it under my control.  

I let out a breath I hadn’t noticed I was holding. I turned back to my high-born parents. My mother had lost all colour from her face and was breathing even harder than I.  

“My nephew seems to have taken a liking to you, girl.” The Baron’s laughed before leaving with the rest of the Harkonnen family and servants behind him.  

“Maybe this engagement was a mistake...” My mother said in the private llanguage of your great family.  

“Do not speak of such things, wife! This is a great accomplishment for our house!” Father declared.  

My mother and I both knew not to push the topic any further.  

--- 

I had been given my own massive room at Giedi Prime as well as my own servants that were meant to take care of me even after the wedding. For the first time in my short life my servants wouldn’t report all of my movements to my parents. Now all of my movements would most likely be detailed to my future husband if not to the Baron himself.  

On top of the bed was laying one of my gifts from my new home planet. My parents were clear, I needed to acclimate to my new home as fast as possible so, I could please my new family as well as my husband without any home-sickness. At Giedi Prime the clothing didn’t seem to be as meaningful as it had been at home, not that I had anything to complain about. I or my family hadn’t been harmed, I was safe as one could be, I had been told that all that I would want would be given to me without questions, not that I had dared to ask anything.  

I felt the fabric between my fingers. It was rough, thick, heavy, opposite of the silks I had gotten used to at home. But I didn’t mind it, maybe it could warm me in this world so unknown to me. I smiled at the thought.  

A gentle knock woke me from my light daydreaming of my possible warm future.  

“Yes?” I yelled, turning to see one of my servants whose eyes were to the ground. I hadn’t learned their names yet, especially since it felt as if all of them looked so similar. I let go of the fabric, missing the feeling between my fingers.  

“The Na-Baron would like to see you...” I wasn’t sure how much it was a question and how much a demand where my own word did not matter in the slightest. So, I chose to nod without much of a pull to either direction.  

The servant left without waiting a beat and as she left another figure came to my room. This one's name I did remember. Walking through my door was the Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, my future husband who I was going to be bound to by the imperium's laws.  

I straightened my back if anymore possible and tried to keep my sisterhood training in the forefront of my mind.  

He looked just as terrifying in front of me as he had looked at the arena knives in his hands and blood on his clothes. His hands were tucked behind his back and left more space between us than was necessitated by the rulings of the imperium.  

The door closed behind him.  

“It is an honour to meet you, my lord Na-Baron...” I started making sure not to look at him directly, instead lowering my gaze.  

“No need for such formalities. We are to be married, after all...” He looked deep in thought when thinking of his next words. “You are to be my wife and the future Baroness after my uncle passes...”  

I felt the pressure which was building in the room, the space that I had started to feel was my safe haven.

I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say to him and with this I simply nodded. Feyd-Rautha seemed content with my answer.  

“I have a gift for you...” Feyd-Rautha said as he pulled his hands behind his back. He had a rectangular silver metal box with carvings over it. He took a slow step forward, closer to me. And after seeing I didn’t flee away; he took another step and then another until he was within touching distance of me. I didn’t make a move not wanting to upset the man in front of me.  

He handed the box to me and I took it. Right after getting rid of the box, he hid his hands once again behind his back leaving me unsure what he wanted me to do.  

“Open it.”  

I took a deep breath before opening the box, barely able to do it as my hands shook. I opened it and laid my eyes on the inside. There was a laying a knife, a knife on a deep purple pillow. It was one of those hunting knives. A one that had a curve into it.  

I didn’t take my eyes off of it, unsure what would happen if I were to look at the man in front of me. What was the proper response to this?  

“It is the same blame I used today at the arena, the one I raised for you...” His voice was rough but quiet as if he were unsure of his own acts and words.  

I pulled my eyes off of the knife to face my betrothed.  

“Thank you...” I whispered, my voice weak and almost breaking but my response got an approving nod as a response. 

“Now, I must see my uncle.” 

“Of course...” I closed the box but cradled it in my arms.  

With great care he took my hand to his, pressing a momentary kiss on it before letting go and leaving without another word.  

I was left in my room alone and there I stood for a while unsure of the passage of time. I looked at the box, the carving clearly old. There were stars, forests, plants, snow, all of it as if woven into a one marvelous picture of human talent and craftsmanship that passed even the metal work of your home planet could not replicate.  

“My lady, is something wrong?”  

I turned around to the direction of the sound. The servant from before was standing by my door with shaking hands and anxiety pulsing off of her.  

“Everything is fine... The Na-Baron gave me a gift, that’s all.” I looked at the box once again and opened it, wanting to remember all of those curves in the knife.  

“He gave that to you?” The servant asked as if she needed a confirmation for my words, like she couldn’t believe me so easily.  

“Yes? Is there something wrong with that?”  

“It is an old tradition, giving a knife to the one marrying to the Harkonnen family...” She raised her eyes, giving herself a moment to look at the knife directly. “It is the same knife he used today at the arena... It shows the devotion to their future partner, that they are ready to kill for their spouse.”  

She must have realized that she was telling too much, because her gaze fell back to the floor.  

Now I was the one needing confirmation for her words. “He used this knife today...”  

I closed the box once again. The servant only nodded before leaving the room seemingly as fast as possible.  

I closed my eyes concentrating on my breathing as I let calm waves hit me. I tried to remember, no one had harmed me, even my future husband hadn’t hurt me and was as close to pleasant as most likely possible. Maybe I could survive...  

[ruruumin]

on campus transportation!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock! various x gn! reader.

⤷ how isagi, bachira, rin, shidou, and kaiser (separate) would get around campus.

yoichi isagi: traditional bike

his mom and dad bought his bike and he’s been using it since he was in middle school (you might even say its his first love).

is always worried about whether or not someone will steal his bike so he has to put multiple bike locks on it. one time, when you attended a lock picking session by acm, you pranked him by sneaking his keys and his unlocking his bike lock, before coming back up with his lock in hand to scare him into thinking you learned to unlock his bike.

he has a little basket in the front to put his backpack on it, sometimes he hangs little charms or keychains given to him by you and it makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees it swing. 

kind of a menace in the bike lane, he tries to be as kind as possible but when people walk all over him it can get him riled up. he almost hit a girl with his bike because she was standing in the middle of the bike lane talking on the phone.

he’s the safest person to ride with though! when you’re sitting close to him on the back of his bike, he’s on his best behavior on the road. if you have a class across campus that you need to get to, know that he will always be there on time to pick you up and drop you off. you might as well rate him 5 stars on uber because thats how good he is. 

meguru bachira: electric scooter

he’s too eager to turn and weave through traffic. he’s good at it but it scares you because of how fast it all happens, and how casual he is about it at the end. you’ve seen a ton of horror stories about people getting ran through by a scooter and every day you pray it wasn’t bachira riding it (it usually is).

sometimes he forgets to lock his scooter and he ends up finding it a few meters from where he originally parked it (someone tried to steal it but ran off the moment he came back). he is too excited whenever he sees you walking by, so he’d ditch his ride and immediately hug you)

he is the first person to suggest riding together (do not do this) because he thinks it’ll be cute and fun (DO NOT DO THIS). you have to wrap your arms tightly around him because sometimes he is hitting 19 mph on a public street and you’re afraid he’s going to crash into something.

he’s honestly the most talked about person on reddit because he is almost always about to hit someone while traveling through the bike lane (or any form of road) on campus. like someone should make a sign warning everyone there is a menace on the streets with black and yellow hair.

#1 doordash person, if you need anything to eat on campus he will come over with his little scooter and a takeout bag. there is no limit to the distance! if you want to get burgers on the other side of campus, he will be making it there and back in 15 minutes. he always brings his charger to campus because he knows he will be using up his battery a lot.

rin itoshi: traditional skateboard

picked up skateboarding only because he saw his older brother do it. 

relatively careful on public roads. he weaves in and out of crowds but knows when its time to dismount and start walking (this goes out the window once he sees shidou as the two frequently get into arguments in the bike lane, sometimes he purposely goes slower just to piss him off or try to outspeed him).

he gets easily annoyed when people are walking through the bike lanes, in his mind, the sidewalks were already unfriendly to him, so getting up in his business would immediately put him in a bad mood. he has the look in his eyes where it screams “i’m exploding you with my mind right now.” 

props his board against the wall or underneath his seat whenever he’s in class. since he frequently sits in the back or closest to an exit, he doesn’t worry about anyone tripping over his things.

he doesn’t have any decals or vinyls on his board. it’s relatively plain if not for the stickers you buy him. its so funny seeing the nonchalant, serious rin in line for coffee, holding a skateboard covered in pink and green flower stickers, curtsey of you.

as much as he is tempted to get one of the electric skateboards to make going uphill a hell of a lot easier, he constantly compares himself to sae, and would rather die than admit he’s a worse skater than him (he also doesn’t want to admit to shidou he wants an electric skateboard).

shidou ryusei : electric skateboard

he dislikes traditional skateboards because they don’t make his heart “explode” like electric ones. in his mind, he wants something faster and stronger, and getting an electric board makes the most sense to him. and while he is still able to ride his skateboard like a normal one, he loves the thrill of going fast on the street.

he is 100% throwing insults at rin whenever he is passing him on campus roads. do not be surprised if you see him holding up middle fingers because he was born to piss off the younger itoshi. when the two are on the bike lane he is always shouting for rin’s (his opinion, slow) ass to hurry up the hill.

this guy is drifting and weaving all over the place but his favorite thing to do is going downhill on a long strip. he loves the wind in his hair and seeing his surroundings become one colorful, blurry mess. on his freetime, he likes to aimlessly skate around campus (sometimes he will check your location and randomly show up after your class is over to greet you)

as much as he wants you to ride on his back while hes on his skateboard, he knows better. instead, he’ll sit on top of it, and let you use the remote as some kind of rc car and pull him around. it kills you inside every time you accidentally pull too fast on the gear and it sends him flying off backwards. 

he’s actually quite polite on the bike lanes. although it bores him a little to see how slow everyone is going, he can respect the way of the road (its also because if he doesn’t, he might actually get hit by a car. one time, when he was getting ready to skate across pedestrian crossing, a car almost crashed into him.) 

michael kaiser: electric bike

this is the closest he can get to a motorcycle on campus.

definitely thinks he is the hottest guy whenever he is riding his bike (this is immediately shot down by isagi who gives him a little jab for not being strong enough to go uphill without a motor ;; these two have rivalry on the bike lane & its literally so funny seeing it in person)

he is relatively respectful on the road, he occasionally cusses people out in german if they aren’t going the right way or if they’re blocking his path so that is something to note whenever you’re with him 

he is still unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable with touching, but won’t fight back if you wrap your arms around his waist when you’re riding together with him. he’s a blushing red mess and tries to hide it with his helmet. 

getting around campus can be a little annoying because people are always clumped together on roads, but he has learned some secret pathways that let him get to class 10 times faster (he’s the type of guy who’d tell you “i know a spot”)

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• 𝙎. 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙔𝙊𝙐

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You and Sam stumbled in to the motel room and you both kissed. The moment you both got into the room you slipped off his jacket letting it fall to the ground. Sam kissed down your neck making her sigh as you run your fingers through his perfectly managed hair. You pulled his head back and roughly grazed your teeth against his neck making him gasp. He backed you up to the bed making you both fall onto it as you giggled. Your hands eagerly tried to take off his shirt but it was taking too long. You groan and you then ripped it up making the buttons fly everywhere as he chuckled at your eagerness. Sam shrugged off his shirt throwing it somewhere in the room along with his shoes and the rest of his clothes. He stood up to take off his Jeans and you sat up and took off your dress leaving you in only your black lacy thong.

You opened your legs letting Sam get in between them. You have just had just met Sam three days ago as you both stumble upon the same hunt. So, both of the brothers thought it was a good idea to work it together. With everyone being saved. It was called for a celebration. You have changed into a black mini dress as you wanted to get fucked tonight. You just didn’t think it would be Sam Winchester out of all people. You wouldn’t have minded it being another person. But Sam would do. Plus during the whole hunt. You both connected so well together and you loved it. Never felt that way with anyone else you’ve ever worked with. Sam roughly placed his lips on yours as his hand roams your body in a gently way.

His finger tips glide through your body reaching your clothed pussy making small circles making you lightly whimper into the kiss. He pulled away from your lips sitting up as he removed your panties from your legs tossing them aside as he got a view of your glistening pussy. Sam bites his lower lip as you slip out of your black dress letting your chest go free. His long fingers glide through your hot, wet pussy as you softly moaned. His other hand went up to your chest and took ahold of your hardened nipple playing with it. Sam puts his fingers on your entrance sliding his middle finger inside of you. “Ah, fuck.” Your back arched off the back as the pad of his fingers touch your G-spot. He then added his ring finger inside as he started pumping them. The only sounds coming out were your moans and the squelching sound of your wet pussy. “Fuck, Sam, Sam!” You took ahold of his wrist making him stay still as your hips rolled.

Sam feels his dick get even harder as he watched how you fucked your self with his long fingers the way you gasp as she rode them. He himself felt like he could cum inside his tightened pants at any time. He saw your eyes roll to the back of your head as your thighs started to shake. He felt the way your pussy started to flutter. The pad of his thumb rubbed on your swollen clit making you whimper as you felt like you were going to explode at any second. You threw your head back biting your lips so hard you drew blood forgetting how to breathe. “Oh god!!”

You violently shook, your eyes rolled to the head of your head as you orgasmed. Sam looked at you fall apart as he slammed his fingers in and out of you in a really fast pace making you see the stars and maybe possibly heaven. Slumping and panting you looked up at the ceiling being left speechless at how hard you orgasmed. “Jesus, fuck.” You breathed out smiling. You looked over at Sam as he stood up and wiped his mouth and sucked on his fingers from your orgasm. You could see through his boxer shorts how hard he was. You sat up and grazed your fingers on his clothed dick making it jump a little as he groaned.

You pulled down his boxer shorts as his dick sprints out and you see how he was leaking from his pre-cum. “Mmm.” You hummed licking the tip of his dick making him hiss at how sensitive he was and how red his tip looked at how turned on he was from what he did to you. You grabbed his dick pulling it up as you licked from the base to his tip making his breath hitch and lets out a loud moan as you took him in your mouth going all the way inside until it touched the back of your throat. Sam grabbed your hair as he made it into a makeshift ponytail and buckled his hips fucking your mouth as he grunts, groans, and he moaned. “Fuck, ah!” He felt himself start to twitch.

He pulled you away with a popping noise, his chest falling up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He laid you back down as he bends his long legs bringing you to the edge of the bed. He pumped his dick a few times as he played with your clit making you moan. He then puts his tip on your slits gliding it up and down making you moan as the feeling. “Look at me.” He said making you open your eyes to look into his hazel eyes. He sank inside of you stretching your pussy out. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size hugging your legs as he mercilessly fucked you. “Oh my god! Yes! Aah!” You grip the sheets hard shaking as the amount of pleasure you were receiving from the man. Hunters don’t really get the time to find hook ups as it was hunt after hunt.

And you’re not one to be hooking up with other men. Or hunters. But Sam was an exception because of the fact that girls have needs and he was so sweet on you. Sam grabbed you from your hips lifting them up into the air getting you into a new angle turning you into a completely mess, your legs won’t stop shaking your moans echoed inside the room as he rolled your hips at a fast pace driving you insane. You felt your stomach tightening, meaning you were about to orgasm. “Sam, Sam! Sam! Aaah!!” You clenched around him as you shook thrashing around as you spills your juices all around his dick. Moaning hard.

Sam closed his eyes as he felt his dick start to twitch. Letting out a long guttural moan he pulled out of you pumping himself as his cum spills on your stomach. Shot after shot after shot. “Uuaargh!” He buckled his hips letting go of his dick as he backed away from you breathing heavily as he looked at your sweaty body. You looked up at him as he walked over to you his dick softens as he leaned down kissing your lips.

“We should do this more often.” You suggested as he smiled and nods his head. “Most definitely.” He said as he got on the bed patting the other side and you went up and into his arms cuddling into the hunter. “You’re literally a sex god.” You whispered as he just laughed as your eyes fall close feeling very sleep.

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If you have any requests lmk. I’ll see what I can do. Since I don’t really do stuff like this. I can try. The only things I don’t do. Are daddy kinks or wincest, or age gap. But other than that feel free. If you can a castiel one. Lmk I don’t write about him but I’ll do it for you and I’ll try my very best to do it. ☺️ ps. I’m a destiel shipper but I don’t write destiel smut sorry.

𝙎. 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏