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cjlouwho · 1 day ago

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Trust

Yesterday, you guys voted on this poll and decided that Buck and Tommy should have an argument over trust. Here is that argument:

“You don't trust me.”

“Evan, I-”

“I can't believe it,” he huffed, shaking his head. “After all this time y- you don't trust me.”

“I never said that, Evan. You're not listening to me.”

“I told you it was a mistake. Told you he misheard me and once I pushed him away he was embarrassed and very apologetic about it.”

“I still shouldn't have heard it from him!” Tommy exclaimed, his tone causing Buck to step back in surprise. In their three years together he'd only heard Tommy raise his voice one other time, and that was when he was kicking his own dad out of their home.

“I told you, Tommy, I didn't see a real reason to tell you. Vinny's new to your station, he came to the bar late, and he didn't know we were together. We were talking about dung beetles and then he asked if he could kiss me. I said 'I've got a boyfriend' but he thought I said-”

“'If you'll be my boyfriend', I know the story, Evan. I heard it from Vinny while we were in the sky! Nearly crashed the damn bird!” Tommy ran a hand over his face. “You really didn't think, for a second, that maybe you should have told me about this?”

“N- Not really. It didn't mean anything. I want- wanted to protect you.”

“Ha!” Tommy laughed bitterly. “Protect me? Why do I need protection, Evan? I'm not a delicate flower. If you would have told me, I wouldn't have been caught off guard and then grounded for the rest of my shift. I could have talked to Vinny about it right as work started so he didn't go five hours thinking I was playing a psychological game with him!”

“I don't really know what you want from me, Tommy! I told you I was trying to do the right thing. I didn't cheat on you, it was a misunderstanding. You're blowing everything out of proportion and making i- it seem like I just hide stuff from you.”

“Can you blame me?!” Tommy asked. “You literally just said you wanted to protect me! So yeah, I do wonder what else you've hidden from me while using protection as an excuse.”

“There's nothing!” Buck yelled, tossing his hands up in the air. “God, this is going nowhere!”

“You're right about that.” Tommy walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up his keys.

“W- Wait, where are you-”

“I'm just going to the garage, Evan. I need a minute to think.”

“We made a promise to never walk away from an argument, Tommy!”

“You broke that promise the night we made it!” Tommy reminded him, walking down the hall and slamming the garage door shut behind him.

*****

When Tommy walked back into the house he was overwhelmed by the scent of sweetness coming from the kitchen. He entered the room slowly.

“You're baking,” he said, his voice calm and measured.

Buck shrugged. Didn't even bother to look up from the measuring cup he was filling with flour. “Force of habit.”

“I didn't leave, Evan,” Tommy said, upset to know just how nervous Buck had to be to resort to baking. Even all these years later, baking was reserved for when he felt like his world was falling apart. “I just needed a minute.”

“Two hours,” Buck corrected. “You were out there for two hours. I heard your truck start and I didn't...” His voice trailed off as he set the nearly empty container of flour on the counter.

“I was working on my engine,” Tommy explained. “Truck's been s-”

“Slow to start this week,” Buck finished with a nod. “I remember.”

Tommy walked around the counter to get closer to Buck. He placed a gentle finger under his chin and guided Buck to look up at him. “It was never about me not trusting you, Evan,” he explained. “I know you didn't want him to kiss you; he told me that. I just wish I would've heard it from you. I was caught off guard. You're my partner. I should have heard it from you.”

Buck's eyes glistened as he stared at Tommy. Tommy could see he'd been crying. It broke his heart. “I know,” he conceded. “I should have told you. I just- I didn't want work to be awkward.”

“Oh, it's definitely awkward,” Tommy replied, which got a brief smile out of Buck. It felt like a victory.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Buck said. His voice was quiet, still a bit unsure. “And I'm not hiding things from you.”

“I know,” Tommy assured him with a nod. “I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry too.”

They leaned in for a kiss at the same time, Buck closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief.

When Tommy pulled away, he kept Buck close, wrapping his arms around his waist. “It's a shame you can never be around anyone at the 217 ever again though,” he informed Buck playfully.

Buck's eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, there was Lucy, me, and then Vinny. It's like you're a drug to that station. Everyone wants a bite of Evan.”

“Hate to break it to them,” Buck replied, his arms draping over Tommy's shoulders, “but you're the only one who gets a bite of Evan.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Not even Franks?”

“Isn't he the oldest firefighter in the LAFD?”

“Hes is,” Tommy confirmed. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's lips. “I know you like them older.”

“Hm,” Buck hummed, pretending to think it over. “No, sorry. You're stuck with me.”

Tommy smiled. “Good. I love you, Evan.”

“I love you too.”

After one more kiss, they let each other go. “So, the baking can be done now?” Tommy asked.

“Baking can be done. I was gonna make those caramel crunch cookies you love so much though.”

Tommy perked up at that. “Should we fight about something else so you'll still make them?”

Buck snorted out a laugh. “Get a new container of sugar from the pantry,” he ordered. “You can help.”

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 abc #911

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etherealrin · 2 days ago

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⋆˙⟡ he's a 10!

you call highschool!rin past midnight, accidentally confessing your attraction towards a certain number 10 that plays soccer.

warnings: slight ooc rin, mentions of cat unalivement (don't worry about it...) rin's a dry texter, pretty much just pure fluff // wc: 1.2k

note: i hope this makes sense the idea just came to me randomly heh & reader is a girl

you don't know why you're up at 2 am on a friday night. no, you guess it was technically saturday morning now. you should've been exhausted from school and dozing, so why did you find yourself sitting inbetween the fuzzy blankets on your bed, whispering intently towards your phone as you facetimed your seatmate itoshi rin?

so maybe, you harbored a tiny crush on the jaw-droppingly attractive raven haired boy who sat next to you during class. maybe, you had fallen for his stoic yet somehow sweet demeanor (you swear he was friendlier around you and he had never called you lukewarm yet, but perhaps you were just delusional.) heck, you weren't even close enough friends with him to warrant such a midnight call, yet here you were. you had to keep your voice low, as to not disturb your family, who were all dozing off somewhere in dreamland by now. your windows are open, just a crack, and you're keenly aware that it's pitch blackness outside, save for the streetlight illuminating the front of your house.

"i mean, i was kind of in the middle of playing a horror game before you called," rin's voice echoed through your airpods.

"shoot, i don't mean to bother you!" you reply, voice hushed. "you can hang up right now, sorry!"

"it's fine, i don't think you're a bother." you peer at your phone, catching how rin's face is illuminated by the bright light coming out from his pc's monitor. you hope that on his side, he can't see much of you in the dimness of your room. you'd die if he caught the hot pink blush creeping across your face at his words.

"itoshi, you're actually a really nice person," you find yourself telling him. "i don't get why everyone labels you as standoffish and cold." you're absentmindedly fiddling with an avocado plushie on the edge of your bed, unaware that it was showing on camera.

"maybe it's because i threatened to unalive the cat of the last girl who asked me out?" rin offered, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"rin, what? please don't come after mine!" you exclaim. oops, had you spoken a bit too loud? well, it didn't seem like you had woken anyone up, so you continued. "i swear floof doesn't bite!" floof was the name of your very fluffy and very adorable kitten.

"well it's not like i'd say that to every girl who confesses to me," he notes. you wonder how his attitude could do a 360 so fast, he truly was an enigma to you.

"say, rin, do you like anyone?" you don't know what you're thinking, but the words spill out of your mouth anyway. you blush even harder, mentally screaming. did you really just ask the boy you liked that question? maybe you were asleep and dreaming, because there was no way you would have the guts to ask him so directly. an apology follows immediately from your end. "i didn't mean to ask such a personal question, i don't know what i was thinking!" you hurriedly stammer, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. you doubted that rin loved anything other than soccer, at any rate. actually, scratch that, did he even like soccer? sometimes you thought the boy with the number 10 on his jersey played like he loathed the game, and wanted to murder it or destroy someone's legacy.

"uhm," rin sounded like he was unsure. it was a contrast to his usual assured self and confident tone. "i'll tell you if you tell me?"

huh? you were at the verge of screaming for real this time. how could you answer rin, met with a question like that? you suppose you had brought it onto yourself, but you really were unprepared for the situation.

"i- uh," you hesitiate, unable to meet the piercing teal gaze on your phone right now. screw it, should you just tell him? "i like guys who are a 10," you whisper. oh god, you wanted to jump out your window and end it right there. of all the stupid indirect answers you could have given itoshi rin, you managed to choose what you think was likely the worst of them all. your voice was barely audible, but evidently rin had heard you loud and clear from the way he took a sharp breath.

"meaning?" rin prodded, as if he were actually invested in who you liked.

"i don't know, like" you think you're starting to ramble now. "kinda like if they wear number 10 on their soccer jersey and stuff?" you prayed that maybe rin would think you weren't thinking straight due to lack of sleep and pretend that this conversation had never transpired once you went back to school next monday.

you don't know that on the other end of the line, itoshi rin was grinning like an idiot.

"i'll text you a picture of who i like," rin said suddenly, cutting your call before you could react (before he could change his mind about what he was going to do.) and you truly wish you could evaporate, turn into water vapor or something, and become nothing. he probably hates you now. floof was likely next on his hit list of felines to dismember.

you sigh into your hands, burying yourself under the warmth of your covers, when your phone lights up.

ping! you have one message and one attachment from rin! the display informs you.

your fingers ghost over the notification, scared to open it. but you steel your nerves, brace for the worst, and push down, squeezing your eyes shut. it takes about 30 seconds before you crack them open.

"i like her." he had sent. a picture of a...black screen followed? you press on it and the darkness engulfs your screen. you could see nothing in it, except for your own reflection staring quizzically back at you. your eyes widen with realization. there's no way, you think.

"is this a joke?" you type with trembling fingers and nervously hit the send button, trying your hardest to ignore the pounding in your chest. your heart was going haywire, and it only got worse as the bubble appeared in the chat, indicating that rin was typing.

"well, i didn't have any pictures of you." his reply reads. you want to explode into a thousand pieces, but to your credit you don't and start typing again. to your surprise, your phone buzzes once more. rin had double texted you.

"don't you see yourself in it?" he had sent. your heart now threatens to run away from your body and join the circus or something, as you stare at your crush's confession. you're aware of the stupidly wide grin tugging at your lips right now.

and because you're an idiot, you send:

"i've actually had a crush on you since we moved seats to sit together."

to which he replies:

"...same."

when you plop down into your seat beside him that next monday, he offers you a half smile and a "hey."

"morning, rin," you greet him. he knows, you think. you wonder how awkward it'll be now.

"do you want to come to my game later? heard you liked the number 10 jersey, it just so happens i have a spare i can lend you," rin offers, eyes sparkling with anticipation you've never seen before.

"of course," you answer, immediately understanding what he wanted. "maybe i should cheer loudly for that number 10 as well? rin raises an eyebrow, feigning confusion, but he's profusely grinning and fails to hide it.

you're vaguely aware of your classmates staring at your desks, wondering why itoshi rin was having a seemingly friendly conversation with the girl next to him, and why both of your cheeks were dusted a faint pink.

a/n: i think rin's the type to confess his love in a roundabout way like this. also the avocado plushie part i was running out of ideas okay and BOOM i see this avocado from miniso my friend got for my birthday like two years ago.

masterlist!

#i'm gonna kiss him #rin's my boyfriend i'm not crazy #itoshi rin x reader #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock rin #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #itoshi rin #rin fluff #rin x reader #rin x you #rin blue lock #rin itoshi

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yoru-exe · 2 days ago

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KINICH ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆ . heart eyes

kinich isn't sure if he should be embarrassed about it, but if he's being honest, he thinks more than he feels. dealing with emotions has never been his strong suit. so when his system acted funny when he laid eyes on you — a total warrior-stranger at the stadium — it took a very long time for him to understand why he felt so.

when his heart refuses to cooperate, he relies on his wit, like he always does. he couldn't put his finger to his emotion yet, but he knows exactly what to do to something precious — he protects it, like the parcels his clients often entrust him with. so he starts to play the protector role whenever he teams up with you for assignments given by the archon. he look forward to those opportunities much more than he's willing to admit though.

for someone who preaches about allocating a specific amount of energy for task execution, seeing kinich giving extra effort into it sure raises some brows, of which his pixelated companion specifically wouldn't shut up about.

"are you planning to die sooner? that's why you wield your weapon even when i, almighty dragonlord, k'uhul ajaw is up here above all?", his evil laughter boomed in the sky, though fallen on the saurian hunter' deaf ears.

"just shut up and and clear this mess quickly. not like you're doing much anyway". he easily slashed away at an enemy, while ajaw fired is dragon breathe in annoyance, "how dare you!".

the battle ended much faster with them working together. while he didn't want to make it a habit for ajaw to think that he can sit back while he does the hard work, he definitely wanted you to feel so.

"thanks, but i can protect myself, you know."

"i know, but i still want to protect you".

kinich swore he saw your cheek turned reddish. did the heat bother you? it sure was quite sunny that day. before he could ask if you're feeling alright, you quickly moved to inspect the wound on his forearm, so he couldn't see your face anymore. but he's not one to oppose, so he left your to it.

it was a mission that the two of you embarked on a particularly long journey. throughout the travel, he got to know more about you, and each time you open your mouth to speak, he paid close attention to each word you said as if they were magical and he's enchanted.

then, by the time the mission completed, you arrived at a point that's closer to the scions of the canopy, so you expected to walk yourself home on your own. to your surprise, kinich had another plan.

"i'll take you home. do you have everything you need? we can rest first if you'd like to".

it took you a little while to process his action before responding, "but you'll have to circle back to your tribe. mine is still further ahead. you don't have to trouble yourself-".

"i don't mind".

kinich isn't a man of word, but his action speaks so loud that while he's still trying to figure out the emotion he feels towards you, you had already feeling the same for him.

⊹₊ author's note ₊⊹

i mean, idk, this idea randomly came to me while i was doing laundry of all thing. love at first sight kinich sounds kinda ooc imo? but i kinda like how this one goes sooo

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kinich #kinich x reader #divider by strangergraphics

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 23 hours ago

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Daryl's nervous energy wasn't lost on you. You'd noticed how he seemed unable to still his hands or find a position to stay in for more than a minute at a time. You let your eyes flicker over him for a long moment before you spoke. "What is it?"

He looked up with a question on his brow. "Hmm?" he hummed, unsure.

"Something is bothering you," you said. "Want to talk about it?"

Daryl gulped down his nerves. Your bright eyes were fixed on him and he felt a bit sheepish beneath their gaze. "I don't know... s'just—ya had somewhere else to be," he said. You gave him a questioning look and waited for him to go on. After a beat, he did. "Ya had somewhere else to be but—ya came after me instead..."

The question made you smile in spite of Daryl's uncertainty and nervousness. "Of course I did," you said. "What about it?"

He shrugged and gulped at the tightness in his throat. "I just—I guess... 'm wonderin' what—what that means, ya know?" He couldn't hold your eyes any longer as he asked. This felt far too big.

"Daryl—" You waited until he looked up at you again, his expression almost fearful. "It means as much as you want it to mean," you said, smiling at him again.

"As much as—?" he repeated. You nodded. His heart was suddenly hammering in his chest.

"In other words, it's unlikely that you could ever overestimate its meaning. But also, no pressure."

Your eyes seemed to be brimming with light and it was the first time Daryl truly thought that you might actually feel the same way about him as he felt about you. Prompt: "It means as much as you want it to mean."

#daryl fluff #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

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sugawhaaa · 2 days ago

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🥀HAN ONE-SHOT🥀

🍄•♡°[ trust me ]°♡•🍄

Warnings//genre:: SMUT! Mentions blood, Virginity loss, FLUFF, oral (f rec) fingering (f rec) handjob, body exploration, body worship, sm praise bro, protective hannie, protected sex,

Pairing:: SOFT!dom!Han x sub!virgin!fem!reader

A/N:: bro I wrote this in like...three hours but I think it's the best fanfic I have EVER written. Like he is so fucking sweet I wanna kiss him

Skz masterlist:: 💕

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Things between you and Han progressed surprisingly fast throughout your entire relationship thus far. You thought Han would like things to be slow paced but, once again, surprisingly he was the opposite. That's why you weren't overly shocked when he abruptly asked about having sex.

"I know this is kind of abrupt but we've been dating for a while so I was thinking maybe we could try..." He's very tense as he asks you, nervous to see your reaction. "Having sex? If you wanna," The way he asked made you feel so important somehow, like this wouldn't happen without your enthusatic consent.

"I mean I'd love to, but," You pause for a moment and Han looks intruiged, showing that you have all his attention. "I'm a virgin," You sigh and Han looks taken aback.

"Really?" There's a long pause as he processes what you said. "That is surprising..." He chuckles and you laugh at his comment. "I just thought, you know, you're so beautiful and attractive that some man must've approached you by this point," He explains and you shrug, not bothering to touch on the subject of other men. "I don't mind by the way! I could be your first, show you the ropes, and I'll be oh so gentle," He promises with a confident nod. "But I will wait until you are ready,"

"I never said I wasn't ready," You smile and he looks at you, wide-eyed, and his cheeks flushed.

"So...Do you wanna..?" He smirks, trying to contain his excitement. You nod and he smiles sincerely. "Okay, wow this is exciting okay," he chuckles nervously and shifts on the bed to face you. He takes your hands tenderly in his. "Are you sure?" He confirms and you nod.

"Absolutely," you smile and he blushes softly. "I can't think of another person I'd want to be my first, experiencing something like this with you has honestly been my dream, my fantasy, everything," you blush and look down as you confess your inner feelings. "I trust you," you keep eye contact with and he smiles sincerely.

"Thank you Y/N," he lifts your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. "Let's get you nice and comfortable first," Han gets you to stand up while he fixes the bed, making sure the sheets are flat without a single crease. He then turns the lights out before turning on the fairy lights in the room, creating dim and warm lighting for an intimate and romantic night. He then turns to face you again. "Now, shall we undress?" He smiles and you can't help but blush at his care for your first time, all his efforts to make you comfortable. "I'll start," he takes off his shirt and tosses it aside in the pile of laundry. He holds your hips and guides you to sit on the bed as he finishes undressing. "Should I go all the way or just to my boxers?" He smiles down at you and you giggle.

"Mmm all the way," you smirk slightly and he laughs.

"Alright my little minx," he kisses your forehead quickly before pulling down his sweatpants. You watch as the baggy fabric falls to reveal his toned legs, his thighs muscular from lots of training, but what draws your attention the most is the bulge in his boxers.

You had seen his bulge before, whether it was intentional or not. Almost every morning it's hard to keep your eyes off his crotch. "Do you wanna do the honors?" He offers and you blush, a little flustered by the offer but you can't deny that you want to. You hook your thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, watching his cock slip out of its confinement. Your face flushes as you see him for the first time, your lip subconsciously tucking between your teeth.

He rubs your head teasingly, ruffling your hair. "Like what you see?" He jokes and you huff at him. "I'm teasing," he caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the squishy skin he loves so much. He then sits down beside you. "Would you like to...touch me a little or undress first?" He puts a hand to your back, offering comfort.

"I guess I'll undress a little," you nod and take off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your undergarments. You notice hans eyes chasing your breasts as you set your shirt aside.

"Fuck..." he mutters softly and it draws your attention. "Sorry, sorry," he puts his hands up in surrender as his cock follows suit, standing up. You chuckle softly, brushing him off.

"Don't apologize, I like it when you get flustered," you nod before your eyes flutter down to his length, standing proud and tall as it twitches against his stomach. "Is it okay if I touch you?" You bring your hand to hover over his most intimate area.

"Y-Yeah, of course, baby, I'm all yours," he leans back a little, his arms propped up behind him, exposing his cock to you. You hesitate before making contact with his cock. You can feel the throb of his heat, the silkiness of his skin, the wetness of his arousal, it's all so erotic and enticing. He moans softly, his head tossed and hair falling back, before chuckling softly. "Your hands are so soft...I've waited so long to feel you baby," he smiles blissfully as you continue to explore him.

You feel around his hardness, taking in the size and length of it, and watch it twitch in your palms. You then shift your hand into an O shape and slip his cock through the hole. He lets out a shaky breath before smiling. "That's good, yeah," he moans lowly, his voice raspy in pleasure. You felt your blood rushing at the sight of him like this, hearing his moans and praise got you so excited. He brings a hand up to your head, playing with your hair. "You're so good to me," his eyes fluttered shut in bliss. "Go a little faster, please," he chuckles in embarrassment at his request. "Fuck, yes like that," he praises as your hand moves faster, effortlessly gliding thanks to his precum.

You began to feel more bold and confident in your performance thanks to his praise and reactions. Before you know it his body is twitching and acting on its own. "Keep going," he encourages, gripping the sheets next to him hard. You weren't sure what else to do so you just kept jerking him off faster and faster until he started letting out these guttural groans. "Shit! I'm cumming baby," he cries out his head thrown all the way back as his back arches, his legs twitching slightly.

Cum spurts out onto your hands and a rush of excitement courses through you. The lewdness of feeling someone else's cum on your hands and seeing him reach such a high peak due to your ministrations was indescribably arousing.

Eventually, he calms down, his breathing evening out as he chuckles sincerely. "You did so fucking good babygirl," he holds the side of your face to kiss you deeply as a reward. At first, the kiss catches you off guard but you fall into it, bringing a cum coated hand up to his shoulder. Your tongues mingle and twist around each other as he leans in closer to you. He rubs your thigh softly with his free hand before pulling back, his hand still lingering. He looks up into your eyes and you can tell exactly what he'll ask next. "You ready?" He tilts his head, his fingers drawing closer to your panties.

"I'm ready, more than ready," you blush, the puddle of wetness in your panties now obvious. He throws your thighs around his waist and he picks you up. He sets you on the bed, laying back against the plush pillows he coordinated to support and comfort you. He gently helps you remove your undergarments, making sure you feel worshipped along the way.

"You have such perfect tits," he admires your breasts after removing your bra, gently cupping the soft flesh. "So soft," he kisses your nipple softly making you release a little squeak at the new sensation. After giving your tits a little attention he moves lower, giving tender kisses to your tummy. He peels off your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aside. You reflexively cross your legs, hiding your vulnerability. "Hey, hey, don't be shy now baby," he brings his hands to your knees, prying your legs open.

"I'm embarrassed," you admit and he stops, looking up at you sincerely.

"Why babygirl? I've been waiting for this for way too long," he whines and you chuckle softly.

"I just...I didn't shave or anything because I didn't know we'd be doing this anytime soon..." you explain and Han sighs, thinking of how to respond.

"Listen...I don't really care," he explains, instantly making your expression change. "If it makes you feel more comfortable to shave you go right ahead baby, but if you're shaving on my part or if you are simply embarrassed because you haven't shaved, don't," Jisung nods determinedly and you blush, a smile creeping upon your lips. "Now, can I please see this pretty pussy?" He looks up at you with lust-filled and desperate eyes. You nod with a smile and he smiles back, proud that you are now comfortable with him.

He pulls your legs apart to reveal your dripping cunt, he doesn't even pay mind to the curly hair there, more focused on the slickness of your folds. "Fuck baby," he moans before running a finger up your folds. "Look at this," he says in awe, loving the way you respond to him. "So wet, so cute," he brings his thumb up to your clit, rubbing little circles on it. "What do you want me to do babygirl? Finger you or eat you out?" He tilts his head, resting the side of his head against your inner thigh as he continues to play with your clit.

"Maybe...both?" You smirk playfully and he chuckles.

"Should've guessed huh?" He places a gentle kiss to your clit making you gasp softly. "Don't be afraid to pull my hair baby, I know you're gonna want to," he slithers a finger down to your slit, guiding it between your tight folds. "Deep breaths baby," he encourages, his words slightly muffled by your pussy. You nod and take in long breaths. His finger trails in deep, roaming around your insides, familiarizing himself with your tender spots.

He takes a long time, taking a lot of care into finding all those spots and paces you like before actually fingering you.

He curls to fingers simultaneously against that squishy spot that makes you squirm as his tongue flicks your clit but he takes a pause to speak. "If it's too much just tell me okay?" He quickly resumes his ministrations as you whimper and sob.

"O-Okay," you tug on his hair, the silver strands lacing around your fingers. You let out a loud whimper and blush at your own sounds, sounding so pathetic and lewd.

"Keep doing that, moan for me," he groans, getting lost in lust and falling drunk to your cunt. He fingers you faster, a bit harder as well, seeking more music to his ears. You finally cave in, embracing your lust and moaning into the quiet room.

"Jisung, I-I think..." you bite your lip, unsure of how to confess such a sensation.

"You getting close?" He finishes your statement for you and you nod, your lips quivering as your brows curl up. He sucks on your clit, the room filling with slurping sounds and the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers. You feel this warmth trickling up your body as your head goes fuzzy, your body lightly twitching from the sensation. Your hips buck up reflexively and Han pulls you through the orgasm, drawing out every last strand of pleasure, before pulling back. "How was that?" He smiles and you're left panting, your head reeling.

"Fucking...insane..." you pant out and laugh softly, the rush of hormones making you feel above the clouds. He laughs at your fucked out state before kissing your forehead.

"Such a good little minx," he pats your hip softly, a form of praise. "Do you need a break or shall we keep moving?"

"I wanna keep going, I've never felt so good," you explain and Han creeps up closer to you, hovering above you.

"I'm so glad angel," he caresses your cheek. "I'm so glad I get to see you feel like this for the first time. The way your lips part, your body twitches, your eyes squinting shut, your little cries, they're everything to me," he rests his forehead against yours as he speaks softly. As he speaks you feel his cock nudging against your lower abdomen, hinting that he's growing impatient but he will always wait for you.

"Trust me Jisung, I wouldn't change a thing in my life as long as I got to be with you," you kiss him softly and he smiles bashfully.

"Please Y/N...let me please you," he reaches over to the nightstand, searching through the bottom drawer for a condom packet. He sits back on his knees, his cock standing up and front. He holds the packet between his teeth and tears it open, tossing the wrapper somewhere in the room, before rolling the condom on with ease. "It may hurt a little at first but I promise I'll take it slow," he lines his sealed cock up to your slit. "Ready?"

"Mhm," you nod, eagerly waiting for the impending sensation to take over you. He gently pushes his hips forward and the two of you moan in sync.

"Fuck," he curses as his cock makes it only about halfway through your pussy. "How are you doing?"

"It kinda hurts but I can push through," you nod, gripping his shoulders tight. He takes one of your hands, intertwining it with his.

"Squeeze it," he nods before pushing his hips forward again. You let out a cry, squeezing his hand hard as you feel him filling you up.

"Fuck," you curse loudly. "It hurts but it feels so fucking good," you throw your head back, your hand trembling as you squeeze his hand.

"Deep breaths babygirl," he then thrusts forward, his cock filling you up. You jump, back arched, at the sudden increase in intensity. "Shh, Shh, it's all in baby," he kisses your lower jaw softly. "You're doing so good," he rubs your thigh. At first, Jisung moves slowly, allowing you plenty of time to adjust, but the condom helps lube you up a lot and soothe the muscles. As soon as he begins to slowly thrust your head spins.

"Is it supposed to feel this intense," you chuckle as sweat builds along your forehead.

"I know it's a lot at first but trust me, I'll make you feel so good," he promises softly as his hips skillfully roll against yours. You claw at his back, your nails digging in as you fall to the overwhelming pleasure. You let out cracked moans and Jisung finds it hard to hold back, craving you more and more as he thrusts into you gently, but the he hears the most reassuring words he could possibly ask for in this situation.

"Faster~"

Your voice was soft, a quiet yet desperate plea and Jisung is not one to deny a lady of her wishes. He moves his hips faster, falling to his own lust. He thrusts harder, deeper, faster, all the things to make your head spin. Your body begins to shake as you let out squeals of incoherent lust and everything just comes pouring out of the two of you.

"Oh yes fuck baby!" He groans as he unloads into the condom, hips twitching into yours. The two of you ramble incoherent lewd words at the overwhelming pleasure before slowly coming down together. "So tight," he groans.

"Fuck Jisungie," your body goes limp against the bed, your body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. He pets your head sincerely, feeling the softness of the locks.

"You did so good," he breathes out. "I suppose I should pull out just in case," he chuckles before pulling out, you could hear your pussy clinging to him as he eased out. He removes the condom, tossing it in the bin next to your bed. "I'll throw that out properly later, way too fucked up right now. Besides I need to take care of you," he smiles before noticing the cum dripping out of your slit, a hue of pink in it, but you were unaware. "Um this is kind of awkward but just so you know you're bleeding a bit," he says as he sits up next to you, pulling you into his lap.

"Shit really? You think it's from my hymen?" You blush, hiding in his chest.

"Don't be embarrassed, and probably," he nods and you sigh. "Let's get you in the shower, kay?" He scoops you up in his arms and you gasp at how effortlessly he lifts you. "Maybe I can please you some more in there, hm?"

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wonkizz · 2 days ago

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do you feel the same way i do about you?

성훈 x fmr genre: angst warns: cursing, shit talking, alcohol/drinking, unrequited love, parties, not proofread

Sunghoon is your best friend. Someone you’ve gone through hard times with, someone who’s always been there for you. It was easy for you to catch feelings, but it was also just as easy to hide them away.

The one thing people always say about you and Sunghoon is that you’re so different it’s almost comical. He’s loud and cheerful, albeit around people he’s comfortable with, while you’re quiet and shy with practically everyone, even him.

You’ve tried over the years to branch out and make more friends, but you always find yourself falling short and just missing the mark.

But Sunghoon, he’s never made you feel bad about your personality, if anything he’s allowed you to embrace it.

Which is why when he convinced you to go to a party with him, he was as shocked as you were.

You don’t go to parties, they’re just not for you. But Sunghoon said this one would be good and a chance for you to make more friends.

He wanted to introduce you to his other friends, the ones he’s made at your college.

You were hesitant but decided it might be worth it in the end.

Only problem is, you don’t have party worthy clothes. Your style is basic, you wear jeans and sweaters on most occasions because you prefer comfort over anything else.

When you tell Sunghoon this, he urges you not to worry about it, saying he’ll handle it.

What exactly does that mean? Buying you the skimpiest outfit he could find.

The dress is short, barely covers your ass and your chest is nearly exposed.

“Sunghoon, I don’t think this is for me,” you say, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You did your own hair and makeup, although barely any, and the outfit was the final touch.

You don’t look like you.

“Are you kidding? You look great!” He says, enthusiastic as ever.

“I just… I don't look like myself, you know? I feel weird.”

“I promise, everything will be fine. I know you’re stepping out of your comfort zone for me, and I really appreciate it. This is just part of it.”

Sunghoon, ever the sweet talker, smiles when you nod.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The drive isn’t far, it’s being hosted by Sunghoon’s friend Jay.

When you say the house is gigantic, you mean it.

Your one bedroom is more like a studio compared to it.

Your nerves start to get the better of you, and you almost don’t want to get out of the car.

Sunghoon opens the passenger door for you, holding out a hand, “Come on.”

You take it, and he leads you up the steps and straight inside, not even bothering to knock.

Then again, why would he have to? It’s a party for god's sake.

He leads you through a wave of bodies until you reach the kitchen.

6 other guys are standing there and Sunghoon greets them eagerly.

You can’t help but stand there awkwardly, twiddling your fingers and looking down at the ground.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my best friend,” Sunghoon says as he begins to point at everyone, “Y/N this is Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunoo, Jungwon and Riki.”

You wave at them, giving a shy smile as they all greet you.

“You didn’t tell us how pretty she is, Sunghoon,” Heeseung says, raising an eyebrow.

Sunghoon scoffs, “Yeah yeah, don’t overwhelm her, this isn’t her type of thing.”

He grabs two beers from the fridge, opening them and handing you one.

You sip it gently, souring at the taste. You’re not a big drinker either.

It’s not long before Sunghoon effectively abandons you.

He dragged you to the dance floor one minute, then the next he was gone.

You don’t know why, but something is telling you to head upstairs.

It’s there you hear your name coming from a bedroom with the door slightly ajar.

“Why didn’t you introduce us to Y/N sooner?” You barely recognize Heeseung’s voice amongst all the noise coming from downstairs.

You certainly recognize Sunghoon as the next person to speak, “Parties aren’t her thing, I told you that.”

“We’ve been in college for 4 years though. This is the first time you’ve gotten her to come to one?”

“What else can I say? She’s a stick in the mud.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your best friend,” Sunoo speaks up.

“I know, but it’s true. She’s kind and all but she’s so shy and closed off that she can’t make friends. The only reason we really became friends is because our parents pushed us to be close.”

Ouch.

“So you’re friends with her out of pity?” Riki asks.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Sunghoon retorts, “she’s sweet and I appreciate having her as a friend but she’s kinda boring and our personalities don’t really match at all. If it weren’t for our parents, we probably wouldn’t be friends at all.”

“That’s harsh, man,” Jake pipes up.

“I know, I just…don’t know how else to describe her.”

You’ve never felt genuine heartbreak. Not until this moment.

So this is how he feels about you? The best friend you thought accepted you for who you are, truly just…tolerates you?

Has he always felt this way? Has he only kept you as a friend out of pity?

You never thought of yourself as less than when it came to Sunghoon, but now, you’re doubting everything you thought you knew.

As tears gather in your eyes, you turn around making your way back downstairs and out the front door.

You call yourself an uber and go home, crying silently in the back seat of this stranger's car.

Once you make it inside your apartment, you take the heels Sunghoon bought off, thank god because they were killing your feet.

Heading into your bedroom, you look at yourself in the mirror again. The girl glaring back at you, isn’t you. She’s what Sunghoon wants you to be, but clearly you can’t give him that.

You almost tear the dress as you’re taking it off, and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

As you lay in bed, you think back on your years with Sunghoon.

All the time he tried to convince you to do things with him, all the times you tried. All the times you asked him to do something with you and all the times he declined because they “weren’t his style.”

Has it really always been like this? You, trying to be different for Sunghoon, but Sunghoon, never trying for you?

Suddenly you feel humiliated.

Humiliated at the fact that your friendship with Sunghoon has all been a fluke.

You’ve always accepted Sunghoon for who he is. Yet, he never truly did the same for you.

Your phone buzzes beside you, Sunghoon’s contact coming up with a text.

‘Where are you?’ It says.

You don’t bother answering, instead, putting your phone on the charger and turning it off.

You fall asleep with your eyes swollen and heart broken.

When you turn your phone on the next morning, it’s full of texts from Sunghoon.

You, again, don’t bother answering. You’re disgusted by last night's events.

You don’t have class thankfully, so you lounge around in your pajamas all morning.

It’s not until noon when there’s a knock at your door.

You mentally slap yourself for not checking the peephole, because once you open it, you regret it.

Sunghoon stands there, an evident frown on his face.

“Why haven’t you answered my texts?” He says, immediately.

You feel snappy, like the word nice is not in your vocabulary at the moment.

“Can I be honest? I didn’t want to talk to you.”

Sunghoon’s face furrows, “Why? What’d I do?”

You just begin to laugh. You don’t know if it’s the leftover pain morphing into anger or the fact that you’re tired.

“Why are you here Sunghoon? I don’t need your pity, not anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

Then, you’re shouting, “I heard you last night! You’re friends with me out of fucking pity and I’m honestly disgusted!”

Sunghoon’s face morphs from confusion to shock.

“I…you heard me?”

“I did.” You nod, “And honestly, if you were so fucking bored of me, you should’ve just ended the ‘friendship’ instead of dragging it along like this.”

“Y/N I…I didn’t mean any of that—,”

“Yes you did! You did because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have said it.”

There’s nothing but silence from his end, like he’s trying to process everything while you’ve already caught up.

You can feel tears pricking your eyes again and damn if it isn’t embarrassing to cry in front of him, but at this point, you don’t care.

“You know what hurts the most?” You ask as Sunghoon looks up, into your eyes.

“The fact that I did so much for you. You wanted to go out? Fine. You wanted me to put myself out there in a place I was totally out of place at? Fine. So many times I made myself uncomfortable for you. But the very few times I asked you to do something with me, for me, you always said no. It wasn’t your thing. Do you realize how fucking pathetic I feel knowing my friendship was so one-sided?”

Sunghoon doesn’t say a word, tears gathering in his own eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. Sorry that we both wasted our time. Sorry, that I ever had feelings for you. Consider this ‘friendship’ over, Sunghoon.”

With that, you close the door in his face, locking it before letting yourself break.

You settle on your couch, curling into a ball, clutching a pillow as you cry.

There’s a few stray knocks, but he eventually leaves.

WONKIZZ 2025

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tacitusk1llwhore · 1 day ago

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Don’t cancel me for this, y’all, but I’ve seen a lot of politically charged posts about RDR (as I should; games about outlaws and the corruption of big and small government are and always will be inherently political), but one thing has really bothered and stuck out to me the most, especially in male-dominated spaces in the fandom. The idea that the Arthur Morgan in this day and age would be a raging MAGA conservative—I’ve gotten so, so many posts about it on my TikTok today, and this is finally me snapping. Here are a few arguments I’ve heard for this. “When he hears that the Democrats want to take his guns, he’d say hell no to that.” “He’s from 1899; you really think he would vote for a Black woman?” And my personal favorite: “Arthur says in-game he doesn’t engage in politics.” I’m not going to go through each of these and explain, in detail with evidence from the games themselves, why I think these are the dumbest takes I’ve ever heard in my life. In a space I hope is more open to this discussion, I hope you’ll join me.

1.) The gun control issue. I know, I know, this one seems pretty obvious; I mean, he’s a red-blooded American man and cowboy. How could anyone possibly think for a second he’d be for the party of gun control?? While this is true, you know what’s also true? The fact that he lost a child to gun violence. Now, of course we don't know exactly how Isaac and Eliza were killed, but judging from the time and efficiency, we can assume they were shot. Now let’s get away from assumptions. Arthur mourned the loss of his son, felt the agonizing, intense pain of losing a child, and said that it changed him forever, hardened his heart. Do we really for a second think that Arthur would listen to the story of Sandy Hook, Parkland, Uvalde, and countless others and say, “No, guns are more important.”? Absolutely fucking not. Not only has Arthur felt that loss, that pain, but he is deeply empathetic; hearing the testimonials of children in these buildings, families that lost their babies, would be more than enough for him to understand and push for common sense gun laws. The erasure of Arthur Morgan's trauma of losing his son and the erasure of his empathy for children and families is rampant in political spaces of the fandom; to simply assume that because Arthur is an outlaw, in modern times he would be this “don’t tread on me.” “Cares more about guns than kids” kind of guy is asinine to me. Even if he hadn’t felt that loss and that pain, there are multiple times in the game where he is given a deeper understanding of things he has never experienced; he becomes angry at that pain inflicted, takes the mission with Charles and the Bison, and hears about the vaccines being diverted from the reservations, and the Black doctor (I think he’s a doctor) you meet in Rhodes. Once he heard these stories, these testimonials, or saw the pain, the hardship, he was quick to step in and do something to make a change. He would not value weapons over the lives of people, as we can see from the game.

2.) This one is always fun to see because it assumes that Arthur is inherently racist. Now, I’m going to state one of my least favorite but still valid arguments: he has minority friends. This is very true; look at Charles, Lenny, Javier, and Tilly. Here is why it’s one of my least favorite arguments: you can have minority friends and still be racist, sexist, homophobic… Having friends doesn’t make you antiracist, so what makes Arthur antiracist? One camp interaction stands out to me the most in regards to this, the one with Tilly when they first move south. Tilly comes to Arthur in specific to talk about how nervous she is being so far south; she understands that the south is a dangerous place for dark-skinned people, especially the location they’re in. Arthur, while he tries to soothe her, pointlessly at first, claiming that it's a good place to run from the law, also understands this, almost immediately changing his tone and telling Tilly not once but twice that e personally will keep her safe, that she has his word that he personally will keep her safe; a man that has hate in his heart for POC would not do that, ever. Another interaction is one with Lenny, where Lenny points out that Arthur wouldn’t notice the difference in the more southern states because the worst they’ll do to him publicly is say that he is friends with POC (less soft than that, watch the clips of it on YouTube if you want the full dialogue), whereas for Lenny the worst that can happen to him publicly is a lynching (which he states all the way back in chapter one where he almost was lynched). Arthur is not ignorant of racism; he knows that it exists—I hate the whole “Arthur doesn’t know about racism.” Because he does, and saying he doesn’t is an insult to his intelligence and awareness of the world around him. He knows racism exists; he personally just cannot fathom it; he cannot picture himself perpetuating racism (again, see the scene in Rhodes with the Black man), which is where I think that confusion that people say he doesn’t understand it comes from—he isn’t confused by racism; he’s confused why that man assumes he’s racist, because in his head he simply can’t fathom being bigoted.

This one has two parts, so bear with me. This also assumes that Arthur is sexist; the argument I see for this is the one-off comment he makes to the working girl at the saloon, "I didn't know I was talkin' to a lady." Was this an ok statement? No. Does it make him a raging sexist? Also no. Let's look at his relationship with Sadie; he does not underestimate her because she's a woman; he trusts in her and her abilities with unwavering confidence, so much so that he entrusts the safety of John, Abigail, and Jack to her. Now let's look at the camp interactions, one of which Arthur states that he sees no difference between men and women (bi king) and that most are bad, but some are worth loving. A man who is a raging sexist would never say something like this; he would never equate men and women, but Arthur does see them as equals. I see a lot of people point out that Arthur is far more protective of the camp girls than most, but this isn't because he sees them as less than him; he just understands that a lot of them lack the ability to fully protect themselves (Love you, Tilly and Mary-Beth). He isn't quite as protective of the women that he knows with confdence can and will protect themselves with confidence, but even then he will stick up for them if needed. Arthur Morgan is a protector of women, which is so incredibly important today and back then.

3.) Here’s my favorite. Arthur doesn’t engage in politics. Looking at this in terms of the game, he absolutely does engage in politics; he has opinions on rights and the government; that is, in fact, political—he doesn’t vote, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make political statements or isn’t even unintentionally political. Now let’s look at this in the frame of today. Being non-political in 1899 and being non-political in 2025 are two wildly different things; politics has changed drastically in the last almost decade where thngs have circled back around to be voting for or against human rights, and from my evidence above, Arthur would be voting for those rights. In modern times it is almost impossible to be nonpolitical; I dare say it's impossible. Everything now has politics attached to it; that argument is their gotcha moment because they don't understand that, which is why they make the argument in the first place.

So, why does this matter? Arthur is a pixel outlaw in a fictional setting of 1899 America. I guess in the grand scheme of life it really doesn’t, but in fandom culture it absolutely does. Many people, including myself, come to fandom spaces to escape, to cope with things from their past or events of the day, to chat about characters, and to share theories and art, and so on. Imagine someone who lost a child, sibling, or friend to gun violence logging on for their daily dose of distraction only to see someone making points as to why a character who is comforting to so many people wouldn’t care about the death of their lost loved one, just guns. A POC or member of the LGBTQ community doing the same and seeing arguments as to why Arthur is homophobic or racist. Seeing something like that is in fact harmful; taking things and stretching them to fit your narrative despite the actual source material pointing in the opposite direction requires erasure and explaining your own personal biases publicly. Someone stating that Arthur is a racist is just them stating that they themselves are a racist or that they themselves care more about guns than lives—as we’ve seen, the public stating of controversial things or overall morally reprehensible ideals when gone unchecked spirals and spreads, and soon we have a space of people who will openly state bigoted things and push the people in the fandom here for reasons of a shared enjoyment for whatever reason or the people who use things to cope or as a distraction out of the space, effectively ruining it and potentially the outlook on the content of the game. Fandom spaces shouldn’t tolerate bigotry, and lots of Red Dead fans have been expressing bigotry lately, and these people have started to go completely unchecked. It bothers me; it always will, even if it is just a silly cowboy game.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 community #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 fandom #red dead fandom #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption community

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short-honey-badger · 18 hours ago

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It's okay may I request yandere headcanons for shanks from one piece

Absolutely it is! I LOVE some yandere Shanks. It's one of my personal favorites! Hope you enjoy! Sorry it's a little short I'm still getting the hang of headcanons ❤️

Shanks simply adores you, and he isn't shy in letting you or anyone else know it. He doesn't care about PDA or if you are getting embarrassed at his behavior. Shanks would show you how much you meant to him at any time of day. Holding you tight to his chest, that muscular arm wrapped around your waist to make sure you can't go too far. Lips always a hairsbreath away from you, ready to smother you with kisses at any point.

He is everything that you have ever wanted, as long as you are loyal to him and he doesn't catch you talking with anyone outside of his crew. Shanks doesn't trust easily, so he definitely didn't trust outsiders. So if he's a little mean when he herds you away from the group of girls you've been cutting up with, well. That's just for your own good.

"You don't need to talk to them, baby. Not when I'm right here. You don't want me to be lonely, do you?"

He isn't above making you feel guilty if he wants something either. You don't want to wear the outfit he picked out specifically for you? Well, you just don't care about what he wants anymore. You end up wearing what he wants, even if it's not something you're totally comfortable with.

And don't get him started when he catches another man speaking with his sweetheart. That lighthearted, loving attitude is replaced with something dark and dangerous. The entire island will feel the change in Shanks when he slowly stands from his seat and stands behind you at the bar from where you'd gone to get drinks.

"This guy bothering you, doll? You need me to take care of him for you?"

But afterward, Shanks will make sure you know who you belong to. How much you love him and how you would never ever leave him while he takes you apart piece by piece. His hand and mouth map you out like it's the first time he had you all over again. He covers you with his lean body, making sure that you can't feel or see or sense anything other than him.

But despite how softly he handles you, his words are aggressive, mad, and possessive all at once and all for you. You are his, damn it, and Shanks didn't think he could live in a world where he couldn't be with you. He needs you to understand how much you own him, how much Shanks needs you like he needed oxygen.

"You should have known better than to talk to another man, baby. You know that I'm yours right, so it's only fair that you be mine. Where you just trying to make me jealous, sweetheart?"

#reader insert #one piece #shanks x reader #shanks headcanons #one piece x reader #yandere x reader #yandere shanks

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leonastarry · 16 hours ago

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Hiiiii!! Glad requests are open. I love you work so muchh 💕💕.

I would like to request a fix about sung Jin-woo with a jealous wife/girlfriend reader.like she is feeling a bit jelly of cha hae-in cause she likes him(he wouldn’t like her in that way though). Reassurance, fluff please!!!

[ Req 9 ] Don't worry. ✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭husband!jinwoo x wife!reader

Your worries started after Cha Hae-in applied to join your husband's guild.

You saw her strength, she was also very beautiful and an S-rank hunter. Her status was very suitable for Jinwoo, compared to her, you were just a commoner.

Even though you and your husband were tied together by a wedding ring on your hand, you still felt anxious and jealous.

So recently, you became more irritable and kept thinking about this. You also felt a loss of appetite and your face was often full of sadness, which made Jinwoo very worried.

One evening, after dinner and lying on the bed preparing to go to sleep, you turned your back on your husband and thought about Cha Hae-in again.

You didn't want to feel like that. Cha was sweet, beautiful and a great hunter. You admired her in many ways - but you couldn't ignore the way she looked at Jinwoo every time they passed, and especially the way she confessed to Jinwoo the day she applied to join Ahjin.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an arm around your waist, your husband pulling you into his embrace and whispering.

"Wife, what's wrong? Is someone bothering you?"

You hesitated, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "Nothing."

He hugged you tighter. "You know you're not good at lying, right?"

You bit your lip, glancing away. "It's silly."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, it's not silly," he said softly, reaching out to take your hand. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch warm and comforting.

You sighed and turned to face him. "It's just… Cha Hae-in."

His brow furrowed. "What about her?"

"She likes you," you blurted, your cheeks burning. "And… I don’t blame her. I mean, look at you." You gestured vaguely at him, your voice wavering between disappointment and embarrassment. "You’re strong, handsome, kind… Anyone would fall for you."

Jinwoo blinked, then chuckled. Your heart sank. "See? That’s silly." You tried to pull your hand away, but he held on, tight but gentle.

"It’s not silly," he said, his voice sincere. "But you’ve got it all wrong."

"How?"

He moved closer, one hand cupping your face. His touch was so gentle it made your chest ache. "Cha Hae-In may admire me, but that doesn’t mean I feel the same way. I’m not interested in her. I never was."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all you saw was honesty.

"She's not the one who's there for me when I'm weak," he continued, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "She's not the one who knows how I like my coffee or can make me laugh when I'm having a bad day. She's not the one I come home to, the one I can't imagine my life without."

Your throat tightened as his words sank in.

"You are," he said, his voice steady. "And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't good enough, because that's who you are. You always will be."

A tear slid down your cheek, and Jinwoo wiped it away with his thumb, his expression softening.

"I love you," he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Only you." He raised your hand to kiss the wedding ring "I made a vow to you, until death do us part, I will always be by your side."

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply. "Now go to sleep, don't think too much."

Don't worry. I will always love you, I will love you in thousands of worlds.

Thanks for loving my work.

Hope you like this ❤❤

#dream.✧˖*°࿐#leona.star #solo leveling #sung jin woo #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo #sungjinwoo #sung jinwoo x y/n #sung jinwoo x you

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rekino2114 · 2 days ago

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another request coming in hot 🤠

fem!megumi, fem!yuji, fem!gojo, and maybe nobara with a male!s/o who streams (sorta like kai cenat, in that category yk) and they just completely burst into his room and he introduces his chat to his girlfriend and being all clingy towards her like a puppy if you know what i mean

Fem!yuji, fem!megumi nobara and fem!gojo with a streamer reader

Fem!yuji

"Hey y/n! Do you wanna-"

Yuji's words were interrupted by you immediately hugging her when she opened the door to your room

"Hi babeeeee"

She hugged you back and smiled brightly

"Hi y/n, why are you so clingy now? not that I mind at all"

"Oh I just wanted to show you off to chat"

"W-wait you're streaming? Sorry I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew"

"No it's fine, I wanted to introduce you anyway"

"O-ok, wait I have to get ready!"

"Don't worry you look beautiful like this"

She blushed a bit nodded as you turned towards the camera

"So this is my girlfriend, she's itadori yuji, she's amazing, pretty and super strong"

"H-hi! I'm so glad to meet you"

"OK chat, if you have some questions for yuji she can answer them, is it OK for you?"

"Yeah it's fine"

After answering a few questions about how you got together, a chatter asked why you called her strong earlier so you and her decided to demonstrate her strength

"OK you ready love?"

"Yep, I can do it"

She grabbed a soda can you were drinking earlier and completely crushed it in her hand in front of the camera, with the chat going wild over it

"Seeee? That's my super strong and amazing girlfriend"

You hugged her even tighter and started peppering her face in kisses while she did the same

"And this is my super awesome and famous boyfriend"

You two kissed again as the chat complained about how cheesy you were getting

Fem!megumi

"Eh? Gumi why are you here?"

"I forgot my phone in your room, what are you doing anyway?"

"Streaming, I thought you knew I was"

"Oh in that case"

Megumi was about to leave the room but got stopped by you hugging her tightly, which caused her to blush and try to get you off of her

"W-what are you doing?"

"Just showing my girlfriend some love, am I not allowed to?"

"I thought you said you were streaming"

"I am"

"And you're being so clingy in front of all of the viewers!?"

"Yep, is there something wrong with that?"

"Just get off idiot!"

When you eventually stopped the hug bu you held her hand and started going towards the chair

"I'm leaving, let my hand go"

"Why? I wanted to show you off to chat"

"I don't care, you can just tell them about me"

"But what if they don't believe you exist?"

"Wha- they literally just saw me!"

"Pleeeeeeaseee"

You gave her puppy eyes that she couldn't resist so she just sighed and placed her head in the camera's range

"Hey, I'm megumi, y/n's girlfriend, yes I'm real yes I'm dating him and any other questions you have ask him and don't bother me"

She then left and looked back at you one final time

"That was it?"

"I introduced myself, that's everything I needed to do"

"Alright, just don't get mad if me and chat gossip about you later"

"Tch"

Nobara kugisaki

"Hey babe, did I leave my-"

"Oh hey nobara wanna come here?"

"Hm? Aren't you streaming?"

"Yeah, I wanna introduce you"

"Oh....I don't really know"

"Come on, they'll get to see how beautiful you are"

"OK deal"

She immediately sprinted towards your place and started waving at the camera

"Hi everyone I'm nobara kugisaki, how are you?"

"This is my girlfriend isn't she beautiful?"

"Damn right I am!"

You started hugging and kissing her, and even if she was blushing, she still reciprocated and continued answering the chat's questions

"If you wanna know where I got these clothes from ask this guy right here"

"Yep, I brought her all that"

"And that's why I love him so much......by the way do you think that with the donations of this stream I'll be able to buy a new top?"

"....that's really not something you should talk about on the stream in question"

"It was just a quest- hey! Who's the guy in chat who called me ugly!? Ban him!"

".......calm down bara"

Fem!gojo

"Sooooooo how is everyone doing?"

The moment the stream started your chat flared up with questions about who the beautiful white-haired woman near you was

"Hey, so this is satori gojo, and she wanted to appear on stream today"

"Hehe I see all the messages, not that I'm surprised with how hot I am buuuuuut unfortunately for you I'm already taken.... by this hunk right here"

After she said that she started hugging you and kissing you on your face while you blushed and giggled but hugged back

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend everyone"

With those words the chat exploded even more with some asking how you managed to get such a beautiful girl

"Hey I'll have you know y/n's super hot too"

"T-thanks satori"

You continued answering the chat's questions, and whenever someone asked why gojo had shades on indoors, she just smiled and looked at you

"So can I?"

Yo sighed but smiled back

"Yeah sure, I wanna see your eyes too"

"Okaaay!"

She proceeded to take off her glasses and show off her eyes which caused the chat to absolutely go insane

"I think you just made things worse"

"It's fine, after all you're the only one who gets to see these eyes up close"

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szariahwroteit · 1 day ago

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Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 7

Jude didn't feel anger towards Tori for getting flowers from Alex; rather, his pride had taken a hit, and it was enough to cast a shadow over his mood.

Their final day in Dubai before they were set to head back to Madrid was somewhat awkward for both of them.

The private jet they were in was silent, barring the low hum of the plane's engine as they soared through the sky. Despite the plushness and luxury of the private aircraft, Tori felt like she was suffocating in Jude's silence.

“Jude, do you… do you resent me for this?" she asked, breaking the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jude glanced over at her, surprised by the question. He could see the uncertainty etched on her face, and it tugged at something deep inside him. "Resent you? No, it’s not like that," he replied, trying to keep his tone steady.

"Then what is it?" she pressed, her eyes searching his. "Because things have been awkward between us since I found the flowers from Alex in my room."

Jude shifted uncomfortably in his plush leather seat, avoiding her penetrating gaze. The last thing he wanted was to let her see how much the whole situation had gotten under his skin. He turned his focus out the oval window, watching the endless clouds drift by, hoping to find the words to ease the tension coiling between them.

“It’s just... complicated,” he finally said, glancing back at her. “I thought we were in a good place, Tori. Then I see those flowers—”

“Jude, I didn’t ask for them. You know that, right?” she interrupted, her voice still soft but edged with desperation.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s just… it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. And I hate that it does.” He could hear the frustration in his voice, even as he tried to suppress it.

Tori blinked back the emotions that threatened to spill over. “You’re worried about Alex? About what he thinks?”

“No, not him,” Jude said, shaking his head. “It’s more about us. I’ve been thinking about what we have, and how it could change. I don’t want anyone else intruding. I don't want any other man near you,”

For a moment, both of them sat in silence, the plane's hum filling the space between them.

Tori's heart raced at his words, a mix of surprise and elation coursing through her. The tension in the air shifted, charging the space with a palpable energy that made her skin tingle. “You’re jealous,” she said, the corner of her mouth quirking upward almost involuntarily.

Jude shot her a sceptical glance, his brow furrowing. “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” she challenged, leaning forward, the distance between them shrinking. “You care about me. You don’t like the idea of me being with someone else.”

“What did you expect?” he replied, his voice dropping an octave, thick with possessiveness. “Him sending you those flowers felt like he was trying to taunt me in a way.”

“If that is the case, Jude, you're letting him win by being in this mood. I'm here with you, I don't know Alex and I don't care to. I'm where I want to be, isn't that enough?” she asked.

Jude's gaze locked onto hers, a swirling mix of emotions churning in his chest. The intensity of her words struck a chord deep within him, but his pride wrestled with his desire to fully let her in. “It's not that simple,” he repeated, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

Tori sighed, leaning even closer, her heart aching at the vulnerability she sensed in him. “Then help me understand. You’re here, I’m here, and I want you. Can’t you see that? Those flowers don’t change anything between us.”

Jude’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. “It’s just... everything feels so precarious. One moment, I think we’re solid, and then—”

“And then someone sends me flowers,” she interjected, a hint of impatience flaring in her voice. “But Jude, flowers don’t mean anything if I don’t feel anything. You have to know that by now.”

The sincerity in her eyes ignited a flicker of hope within him, sparking something he had feared to acknowledge. “But I do care,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And the thought of losing what we have scares me.”

Tori reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand, warmth spreading where they connected. “You won’t lose me unless you push me away. I’m not going anywhere until you push me away. So don’t. Please.”

Jude felt the breath hitch in his throat as he absorbed her words. The distance that had felt so vast moments ago began to close, the electricity between them crackling with urgency. “I don’t want to push you away, Tori.”

“Then don't,” she whispered, her eyes searching his for a sign of reassurance. “Tell me what you want.”

He hesitated, the weight of his pride battling against the desire to pull her into his arms. “I want you, Tori.”

“You have me,” she murmured. There was no clear direction in where the situation was heading, nor had they wholly discussed their wants and needs, but she was undoubtedly his—a notion that scared her and made her feel alive all at once.

The hum of the plane faded into the background as Tori’s words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Jude’s heart raced, his mind racing through the possibilities of what it meant to truly let her in. The fear of vulnerability mingled with the thrill of desire, creating a tumultuous storm within him.

“Then let’s stop dancing around this,” he said, his voice steadier now, laced with determination. “I want to be more than just a passing thought in your mind. I want you to choose me.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, a mixture of hope and disbelief swirling in her chest. “As long as you choose me.”

Jude nodded, the weight of her words settling over him. “I’m in, Tori. I want to be the one you think of, the man who makes you smile, the one who gets to hold you.”

Tori felt her heart swell at his sincerity, a smile breaking through the tension that had hung between them as she felt her cheeks flush with warmth. “I’d like that.”

He reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. The simple act felt monumental, a bridge towards something more.

By the time they landed in Madrid, the city was shrouded in the darkness of the chilly winter night.

The tension that had once stood between Jude and Tori began to morph into something more lustful, a simmering desire that ignited a connection neither of them could ignore. The emotional chasm that had kept them apart gradually closed, replaced by a magnetic force drawing them irresistibly closer, as if they were two celestial bodies orbiting each other in a dance of intimacy and longing.

The moment Jude entered Tori's apartment, he felt an irresistible urge to touch her. He placed soft kisses along the curve of her neck while staying right behind her, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Tori leaned back into him, her breath hitching as the warmth of his body enveloped her. The softness of his lips against her skin sent a rush of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire she had kept hidden beneath layers of uncertainty.

“Jude,” she murmured, turning her head to catch his gaze. There was a spark of something more profound in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the apartment.

Tori’s heart raced as she felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. “Yes,” she responded, her voice steady yet laced with vulnerability. “I trust you, Jude.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them—caught in a moment that felt both electrifying and fragile. “Say it again,” he rasped.

“I trust you,” Tori repeated, her voice stronger this time, filled with conviction. The intensity in Jude's eyes deepened as he absorbed her words, and the air between them thickened with unspoken promises.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust, a slow smile breaking across his lips. “Now go to your bedroom remove your clothes and meet me back in here.”

Tori’s pulse quickened at his commanding tone, a thrilling mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her system. The way he looked at her—eyes darkened with desire—made the rest of the world vanish. She nodded, though words eluded her.

With deliberate slowness, she walked away from him, each step a dance of temptation, allowing the moment to hang between them like the silken threads of an intricate web. The distance of the living area began to feel electric, and as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, she cast a glance over her shoulder. Jude hadn’t moved; he watched her, an intense fire smouldering in his gaze that left no doubt about his intentions.

Once inside her room, she closed the door, her heart racing as she contemplated her next moves. The dim light accentuated the contours of her body, and she could hear the quiet thrum of her pulse in her ears. With trembling fingers, she began shedding her clothes, each piece a reminder of her vulnerability but also her strength.

As the final article fell to the floor, she stood in front of the mirror, catching her reflection. Her skin glowed, and her breath was ragged. This was a choice—a choice to let Jude in, to embrace the connection they had forged amid tension and uncertainty.

Taking another breath, Tori stepped out of the bedroom, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration flooding her as she entered the living room. Jude sat waiting on a dining chair that he'd placed in front of the floor-length mirror on the far side of the room; his gaze swept over her through the mirror's reflection with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and cherished.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice raspy with need. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at his words, the way he looked at her igniting something deep within her. His desire was palpable, wrapping around her like a heatwave, and she revelled in it.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked her voice barely a whisper, a part of her still grappling with the sudden shift from uncertainty to this undeniable electric connection.

“Absolutely,” Jude said, his gaze unwavering as he leaned back in the chair, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. “And tonight I want to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Bolstered by his encouragement, Tori took a tentative step closer, her heart pounding in rhythm with the boldness that had settled in her chest. She loved the way Jude looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

Jude leaned back in the chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of Tori's naked form as she stepped closer. The dim lighting caressed her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to worship every inch of you."

Tori's skin tingled under his gaze, a flush of warmth spreading through her body. The intensity in his eyes made her feel both exposed and cherished, a heady mix of emotions that left her breathless. She took another step forward, the space between them shrinking, until she stood just a few inches away from him.

Jude reached out, his fingers grazing along the curve of her hip, the touch electric against her skin. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see all of you."

Tori obeyed, her pulse quickening as she rotated to face the mirror. She watched as Jude's reflection appeared behind her, his hands settling on her hips, his touch firm and possessive.

“First I'm going to make you cum with my mouth,” he drawled into her ear. “I want you to watch the way your body reacts to me, it's one of my favourite things.”

Tori's breath hitched at Jude's words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She watched in the mirror as his hands slid from her hips, trailing over the curve of her waist and up to cup her breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire beneath her skin. Tori's knees went weak at his filthy words, her core clenching with need. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delectable friction. "Please, Jude," she whimpered, too far gone to care about playing coy.

Jude's hands tightened on her breasts, his thumbs swiping over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Sit down and open your legs,” he instructed with a lusty snarl.

Tori did as instructed, perching on the edge of the chair and parting her thighs to reveal her dripping sex. Jude knelt between her spread legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive folds. "You're so fucking wet for me already," he praised, trailing a finger through her slick heat. Tori bit back a moan, her hips canting forward seeking more of his touch.

Jude rewarded her by ducking down and dragging his tongue along her slit. "Ah!" Tori cried out, her head falling back as his mouth pleasured her most intimate place. Jude lapped at her, savouring her taste, before focusing his attention on her aching clit. He suckled the sensitive bud between his lips, making Tori's thighs tremble. He placed them over his shoulders one by one.

"Jude, oh god, yes!" she panted, fisting her hands in his hair. Jude doubled his efforts, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks of his tongue. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room.

Tori gasped as Jude's tongue delved deeper, his mouth working her with an intensity that left her breathless. She watched through hooded eyes as he pleasured her in her reflection, the blatant desire etched on her face sending a scorching heat straight to her core.

"Jude, don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking against his mouth as she chased her impending release. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue circling her clit with deliberate precision.

The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Jude's eyes flicked up to meet hers, the raw hunger in his gaze pushing her over the edge.

"I'm coming, Jude!" Tori cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around his tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Jude worked her through it, softening his touch as she came down from her high. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs before rising to his feet, his lips glistening with her essence.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling her up from her seat on shaky legs, Jude led with his tongue as he bowed his head to kiss her hungrily, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue.

When parted lips, Jude went to reach for the hem of his sweater to begin disrobing only for Tori to place her hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks.

“Let me,” Tori said softly as she looked up into his eyes.

Tori took her time as she peeled his sweater up and over his head, revealing his toned physique. Her fingers danced over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down his legs along with his boxers.

Jude's breath hitched as cool air kissed his heated skin. His cock sprang free, already hard and straining towards his stomach. Tori licked her lips at the sight, desire coiling in her belly as Jude grabbed his wallet, retrieving a condom before tossing it carelessly onto Tori’s couch, watching as she took the small plastic square and ripped it open so she could roll it down his cock.

"Sit down," she instructed as she pushed him back onto the chair. Jude complied, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Tori gave him her back, reaching between them so she could hold him steady as she sunk down on his length.

Tori sank down on him in one smooth motion, a low moan falling from her lips as he stretched her, before placing his hands beneath her thighs and spreading her open so she could watch as his length nestled inside of her.

She was in complete awe as she took in their reflection, her legs spread open in Jude’s lap, the possessive grip of his hands on her hips, the look of desire mixed with determination on his face as he fucked her from beneath, the slight reddening of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his length and girth—it was beautiful.

The sight was undeniably captivating—a blend of intimacy and raw passion that ignited a fire in Tori’s belly. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, each thrust deeper than the last as Jude held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a primal urgency.

As their reflections gazed back at them, Tori felt a surge of emotion. It was more than just physical; it was a profound bond that had evolved during their time together. The way Jude looked at her, with a mixture of reverence and hunger, made her heart race.

“God, you’re so perfect like this,” Jude murmured, his voice thick with lust as he maintained his steady rhythm beneath her. The way his eyes roamed over her body in the mirror's reflection—appreciative, almost worshipful—made her pulse quicken. She felt powerful, alive, and utterly consumed by him.

“I love how you fill me up, you're so deep,” Tori gasped, her words spilling out in a breathy whisper as the heat of their connection enveloped her. Jude’s strong fingers tightened around her hips, guiding her movements with an expert precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each thrust sent delicious jolts of sensation radiating through her body, intensifying the way she felt both connected to him and completely lost in the moment.

“This little pussy was made to take my cock,” Jude responded, a low growl escaping his lips. He thrust upward with a renewed vigour, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror as if to emphasize his words.

Tori's breath hitched as she gazed at their entwined reflection, her body flush with arousal. The way Jude looked at her, his eyes dark and possessive, sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way.

"I can feel you so deep," she panted, her hips rolling ever so slightly to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.

Jude's hands slid from her hips to grab her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements. "That's because you were made for me," he rasped. "This tight pussy was born to be filled by my cock."

Tori's nipples hardened at his filthy words, her pussy clenching tight around his thick length. She watched, transfixed, as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each fierce thrust.

"You are so fucking perfect," Jude groaned, his eyes devouring the sight of her bouncing tits and glistening, slightly reddened folds stretched wide around him.

Jude let out a low moan as his cock momentarily slipped from Tori, showcasing the gape of her pussy in the mirror's reflection. "Look how open you are for me," he growled, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, spreading them wider.

Tori let out an unbridled cry of pleasure, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears.

Tori's breath caught in her throat as Jude's fingers slid through her slick folds, spreading them wider to reveal her gaping pussy in the mirror's reflection. The sight was overwhelming, a visceral reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her body.

"Look how open you are for me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers probed her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. "Your pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's thighs. She could feel every inch of his hard length still buried inside her, a delicious fullness that made her feel owned, and possessed.

"Yes," she whimpered, the word falling from her lips like a hymn of devotion. "I'm yours, Jude. Only yours."

Jude's eyes flashed with possessive heat at her words. He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips once more, pulling her down onto his cock in one swift motion. Tori cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Put your hands on my knees and ride me," Jude commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's hips as she felt him deep inside her. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, the way he filled her so completely.

With a shaky breath, Tori placed her hands on Jude's knees, her fingers digging into his skin. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through her, the power of his cock as it stretched her open.

"Ride me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements.

Tori let out a soft moan, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel every inch of Jude inside her, his thick length hitting all the right spots with each gentle undulation.

Jude was completely in awe of how submissive Tori was to his command, the way she committed her body to pleasure.

This is exactly what he needed after having his ego so subtly tested by Alex. The flowers were beautiful, but Tori was his, and regardless of whether or not Alex was aware of their current tryst, he needed to state his claim over her.

“Turn around and look at me,” Jude commanded as sent a stinging slap to Tori's ass, craving eye contact with her.

Tori let out a gasp as the stinging slap registered on her skin, her body jolting with the force of it. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back as he waited for her to obey.

With a shaky breath, Tori lifted herself off his cock and turned to face him. She straddled his hips once more, this time with her back to the mirror.

Jude's hands slid up her back, his fingers splaying across her shoulder blades as he guided her down onto his length. Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent moan as he filled her once more.

"Look at me," Jude growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand slid up her spine to grip the back of her neck, turning her head to face him.

Tori's eyes flitted open, her gaze locking with his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath, the possessive heat in his stare making her pussy clench around him.

"I want to look in your eyes as you cum on my cock," Jude murmured, his hips rolling up to meet hers.

Tori's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into Jude's eyes, her body trembling with each roll of his hips. The way he looked at her, with a mix of possessive heat and adoration, made her heart race.

"Tell me how good I feel inside you," Jude growled, his hand sliding from her neck to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes following the movement.

Tori's voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "You feel amazing, Jude. So big and hard, stretching me in all the right ways." Her hips undulated, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour. "I love how you fill me up."

She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm going to cum."

Tori's walls fluttered around Jude's length, her body teetering on the edge of climax. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. All it would take was one more perfectly angled thrust, one more whispered promise from those sinful lips.

"You'll cum when I say so," Jude commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. His hips stilled beneath her, his cock buried deep inside her fluttering walls.

Tori whined, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze intense and demanding as he held her teetering on the edge.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need to cum, Jude. I'm so close."

Jude's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed tight circles around the sensitive nub, his touch maddeningly light. "Beg for it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock."

Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent cry. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, her body desperate for release.

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "Please let me cum, Jude. I need it so badly. I'll do anything, just please let me cum on you."

Jude's hand tightened on Tori's hip, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He could feel her walls pulsing around his cock, her body desperate for release. The sight of her, pleading so sweetly, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

But Jude had other plans. He wanted to see her fall apart, to watch her come undone under his touch. He wanted to feel her walls clench around him as he brought her to the brink over and over again.

With a sinister grin, Jude leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of Tori's ear. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding purr. "Cum all over my cock like you asked."

At his words, Jude could feel Tori's body tense, her walls clenching down on his length. He thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a rough, desperate rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Tori's wild moans and his own guttural groans.

Jude could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as he chased his pleasure.

Tori’s toes curled against the carpeted floors of her bedroom, her arms falling lazily over Jude’s shoulders as he took over from beneath, his hands on her body as he used her to seek out his own end.

Turning his head, Jude caught Tori’s lips with his own and he groaned into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as he came, filling the condom wrapped snugly around his length.

There was an unmistakable shift in the air during this particular encounter, a palpable change that lingered between them. Their connection ran deeper than mere attraction; it was an intertwining of souls that transcended the physical realm. Each caress and whisper ignited a torrent of emotions, forging a bond that felt almost sacred. The intimacy they shared was not just about bodies merging but about hearts laying bare their desires and vulnerabilities, creating a tapestry of passion that resonated far beyond the moment.

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miange1 · 17 hours ago

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DONNIE DARKO

need a break from smut, breaking up, manipulation, donnie has no shame, manipulation, murder threats, readers parents are homophobic, frank mentioned like once

he didn't know what went wrong. you two were doing just fine— even if it had to be a bit of a secret from some people, he didn't mind that at all. some people mostly being the parents, no one else really seemed to mind and if they did they didn't show it too much.

but something was weird, really weird. you were acting so distant, finding excuses to dodge any affection or any kisses of his when he could give them to you.

what was going on? were you upset with him..? why were you avoiding him so much?

he asked you time and time again, and you swore it was nothing but he could tell that it was something. what were you hiding from him.

"my boyfriend fucking hates me.." he muttered, laying down on the therapists couch while fiddling with his fingers. dr. thurmans eyebrow raised, taking out her notepad as these sort of talks were rare with donnie. "and why is that, hm? why do you think so?"

donnie's nose crinkled a bit, eyes downward and almost as if he was trying to hide the fact he was gonna cry.

"dunno.." but he did know, he knew damn well you lost feelings for him. you no longer loved him. "he jus' isn't loving me anymore, and—" his voice cracked, face plunging into the soft cushion of the pillow beneath him. "i don't know.."

he missed you so much. missed your voice, your smile, your lips when you'd kiss him. and so much more. why did you leave him? this wasn't fair. he was planning on taking you out today, trying to make up for whatever shit he may have done but you didn't tell him.

and you just pulled him somewhere and made it some sort of official break up. "what.. what?" he felt himself disassociate, not even paying attention to anything you may have said to him.

your lips were moving but he heard nothing. his vision felt like a rewinded vhs player, many things flashing at once and loud static played at his ears. "no." he shook his head, grabbing tightly at your shoulders. "no, no. why? don't leave. no." he repeated those things, not letting you go no matter how much you had pulled.

he couldn't remember much after that. all he knew was that you were gone. he couldn't just let this go, he wouldn't. you were the only one for him, the only one he could be with. there was no one else for him, he would go insane without you.

next day he saw you with a girl. holding hands with her and everything. smiling with her and looking so much more happier with her than you did with donnie. the best you two could do was slightly brush fingers when walking next to each other, smile all you wanted too though.

what did she have that he didn't? really. what was it? did he need to become some prissy little blonde girl? loud mouthed and ear piercing voice? is that what he needed?

the entire day he wouldn't stop looking at you, when you looked back you instantly saw him already staring back. his eyes were sad, and filled with anger, guilt, and confusion. he felt like there was more, you wouldn't just leave him like that. for some girl either.

i mean, you were clearly not into women— this all just seemed so fake.

this was stupid. no, not him sneaking out to find this girls house, that wasn't stupid. what was stupid is that you had to choose her of all people. she was no better than donnie, she was like every other girl. she was nothing special.

he let himself slip in between the window of the blondie's room, snickering to himself as he thought. 'dumb bitch left the window open.'

the sharp metal object he held in his hand was being gripped as if he was choking it, his knuckle churning white and aching. he barely bothered being quiet, he wanted her to wake up anyways.

the bed creaked under his weight, a bit of dirt from his shoes staining her sheets whilst he straddled her. he felt the invisible wall blocking him from you, if he just got her away then that wall would leave as well.

her body would squirm a bit before her eyes shot open, and her first instinct would be to scream so donnie harshly slapped his palm to her mouth. "make a sound n'd i'll cut your tongue out.." he made it clear he had a weapon, showing it to her.

"or maybe," he inched the edge towards her eye, her breathing quickening and tears starting to leave her eyes and stain her cheeks and donnie's fingers.

"i can carve your eye out." his lips slightly inched up, almost as a smile yet it was a bit crooked. "frank would like that..he wouldn't be so lonely.." he still had the object in his hand, but moved it away from her eye.

"you're going to leave him alone— don't give me that fuckin' look, you know who." he was getting ready to snap her neck. he wanted to so damn badly. "by the time i leave this room. you will be out of his life."

it was starting to rain, thunder booming and clashing as trees would bang against his window. he was still awake, book in his hand that he wasn't really reading. he was just looking at it, as if he was waiting for something.

a knock came at his window. there we go. he instantly sat up, looking over to see someone— to see you.

he clicked the little lock at it, moment you had stepped inside you forced yourself into his arms and started bawling. barely coherent 'i'm sorrys' reached him, and he resisted every urge to smile.

"i— i should have—" he wrapped his arms tighter around you, shushing you a bit and kissing your forehead. "what..what happened?"

it took you a moment to get yourself together, and when you did you noticed the state you had put donnie in. "shit, i got you all wet." yeah, in multiple ways then one.

"um..donnie first i just wanna say—" he kissed you. he didn't wanna hear what you had to say because he already knew. what's her face told him what he needed to know, called you to "break up" and left.

"don't talk. please." he walked you back onto his bed, leg in between your thighs as he kept the kiss going. the flow of it got rougher and rougher, like the two of you were trying to morph yourselves together.

like you relied on each other, and you would for as long as the two of you could.

#bottom male reader #male reader #bottom reader #donnie darko smut #donnie darko x you #donnie darko x male reader #donnie darko x reader #donnie darko #jack gyllenhaal #jack gyllenhaal x reader

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torasplanet · 2 days ago

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❝𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝘿.ᐟ❞

I. MIDORIYA + TAKAMI!GN. READER'

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; izuku dating number two hero, hawks' little sibling!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; fluff, hcs + scenario, pushing my big bro!keigo agenda, so expect that ngl, nerd!izu, petnames(baby), and skin color not mentioned

we all are aware of izu's fascination with heroes, correct? so you being the sibling of a hero that's in the top three is quite literally a dream for him

like to him it actually feels like he's dating a celebrity

see, a few of you might think that he'd be scared to ask you out or somethin' because of your relation to hawks but nope.

he doesn't give a single shit if hawks is one of those overprotective siblings or not, well he does but not enough to stop pining you

pushing my bold!izu agenda!🗣

izu is not one to just give up on his dreams and his dream is to be with you

so he is more concerned and anxious about what you'd say in response to that rather than what hawks would

in fact, you being his baby sibling actually makes izuku want you more

i mean, you're powerful obviously whether you have the same quirk as hawks or not and izu would love to date someone powerful! he doesn't have a preference or anything, he doesn't care if you have a quirk or not but he's a little nerd so he'd jot down all of your quirk information in that notebook of his and compare it to hawks'

don't get me started on when he found out you go to U.A...

boy is asking you to study every day which just turns into him inspecting your quirk and ends in you throwing his book aside and wanting to relax with him

going back to if you had hawks' quirk, this man will not rest until every single detail about it is in his notebook

like he's finding out shit that YOU didn't even know😭he's just so invested in you and your brother's quirk similarities and differences

but don't get him wrong, that's not the only reason why he's dating you. it's just a little plus.

"ugh, did you really have to poke my wings with your pencil?" you asked as izuku sat behind you muttering things to himself while he wrote in his little hero notebook about your wings and all the things that were different about them from your brother's. izuku has been wanting to research this since he found out that the number two hero had a younger brother with the same quirk and you finally let him! "sorry, did it bother you? i know you don't like my hands being cold." he responded looking up from the filled pages as you looked over your shoulder at the green-haired male.

you quirked a grin at how he looked at you all concerned "no just think it's a bit weird. do you really have to check my wings?" izu shook his head as he read over the written words to check if he misspelled anything "of course i do. how else am i supposed to find out the differences in your feathers and hawks'?" he muttered rubbing his hands over his sweater as an attempt to rid them of their coldness before touching your back around where your feathers spewed from your flesh.

"ha! you might as well be my doctor." you didn't expect this sleepover to involve this but you can't say you were exactly surprised about him wanting to look at them. izu was always so determined to find the differences between you and keigo's quirks because to him, there was absolutely no way that it was exactly the same all around and the only differences he's found yet was the color.

"i'd be glad to play doctor with you. seems fun." izuku said with a chuckle from behind you "okay, this might hurt." he said with a small laugh making you think he's joking but when you felt one of your feathers being bended unnaturally, you yelped. extremely loud.

izu was quick to wrap his arms around your head and cover your mouth while shushing you as he reminded you that your brother was in the house and fast asleep "sorry, i didn't think it'd be that bad! don't yell, hawks is asleep." he muttered apologetically while sweat-dropping but you just pulled his hands away from his face carelessly "don't worry, keigo sleeps like a dog." and as if the world snitched on you, the door slammed open revealing your brother with bedhead looking extremely upset from being awoken by your screams.

"i do not!" the blonde shouted at you with a glare in his eyes but you just returned the look "well you snore like one!" izuku sat there awkwardly listening to the two of you argue while tapping his pencil eraser against the paper "and you look like one–midoriya you could do better honestly." hawks said redirecting his gaze to the green-haired male that sat on your bed looking like a deer in headlights at the mention of him.

well, this wasn't what he was expecting but he was being involved in arguments so he was now a part of this small family. he couldn't be more excited!

#torasplanet.ᐟ #marls-fics.ᐟ #mha x reader #mha #bnha x reader #izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha fluff #mha midoriya

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bloggerspam · 2 days ago

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"So, like." Steph oh so nonchalantly starts, stirring her melting froyo to the toppings mix in. "Since we're all official now…"

"Yeah..?" Val draws out the vowels, unsure of where her (new!) girlfriend (girlfriend!!!) is going with this conversation.

Steph opens her mouth, closes it. Starts to say something, stops. Opens her mouth again, only to slump as she stuffed another bite of her froyo into her mouth.

"I know the whole girlfriend-girlfriend thing is new and all," Val furrows her brow, "But we were friends first, y'know. Whatever it is," Val sets down her froyo to lay a hand gently on Steph's wrist on the table. "You can talk to me."

Steph looks up into Val's eyes, hopefully seeing her sincerity, and they lose time like that for a moment. Val could drown in those diamond blues, and thank whatever higher beings exist for it.

Steph blinks, coughing with a lovely blush on her face before she dons on a determined expression. "Jason said that you knew—about, well…"

Val relaxes, finally understanding what the issue is. "Your night shift?"

"Yes!" Steph slumps in relief. "Yeah. Well—he said you knew about his night job, but I'm—I'm glad you know about mine too."

"It wasn't that hard of a stretch. From what he says you guys know about Amity Park too, right?" Val rubs her thumb up and down Steph's warm skin.

"Yeah, 'course." Steph grins, taking another bite of her froyo and humming happily. She even does a happy little wiggle, she's so cute Val might die.

Maybe Danny can find her in the Realms and bring her back?

"It was a little hard, considering Phantom doesn't really capture well on digital, but we had our suspicions, especially when the accident was well documented at the hospital.

Val nods, leaning back and taking her own bite of her froyo before it completely becomes slop. "Bet it didn't help that Huntress avoided cameras like an expert," Val smirks, before it turns wry. "And fought like cats and dogs at first."

"I was surprised Sam hated Phantom, actually." Steph tilts her head, making a face and completely missing Val's expression. "Jason was convinced they were there during Danny's accident."

Val isn't sure what to say to that, because it sounds like…it sounds like Steph thinks…?

"Speaking of—" Steph beams at Val, blinding her in her already poor state of confusion, "Will you tell Sam if she wants to get back in the game over in Metropolis, we can put her in contact with the Supers to talk about it?"

"You want me to tell Sam this…" Val says slowly, "…because you think Sam is Huntress?"

"Uh…yeah?" Steph hesitates, before ticking off her points with her fingers. "Their fighting styles match, she's got Tucker for the hoverboard, body type is closer—"

"Body type???" Val confusedly asks to herself, Steph still listing a baffling amount of things that support her theory.

Val cuts in louder. "Out of curiousity, how did I factor in?"

Steph pauses at the interruption, blinking. "I mean—you went out with Danny right?"

"That's it??" Val incredulously asks. Steph hunches her shoulders.

"That's how I got in the game??" Steph puts down her empty froyo cup with a hollow thunk. "I was dating Red Robin before even knowing his identity, and then eventually, made my own Robin costume and made Batman hire me."

"That's actually very hot of you," Val says, though she's still confused as fuck. "I would never be able to date a vigi in their mask. Too much stress circling around secret identities."

"I threw a brick at him once for like, stalking me." Steph bares her teeth, looking Val up and down salaciously, "And masks don't bother me all that much.

Val feels her face heat before she manages to get a hold of herself. She wonders if that opinion will hold when it comes to full face helmets.

"Sam's not Huntress." Val decides to nip this in the bud, froyo abandoned into a wet glop. "And I'm going to take you to bed so I can really show you about body types."

Steph gapes at her, satisfyingly red in both mortification and, if frantic glances along Val'd body mean anything, arousal.

"Yes." Steph rasps. "Yes please."

Val wastes no time, grabbing Steph's wrist and tossing their trash on their way out the froyo place.

"I know it's technically our first date," Val says over her shoulder, handing Steph her helmet once they arrive at Val's bike. "And usually I'm supposed to wait for the third date—"

"Fuck that." Steph practically jumps on the bike behind her, wrapping her arms deliciously around Val. "We've been dating for months now, take me to bed."

"You got it babe." Val grins in her own helmet, revving the engine. "Hang tight."

The shoot off with laughter and glee in a mess of bike fumes and dust.

Mechanic! Val AU Extras!

I decided to create a whole new post for the extras, apart from the main story. Sorry If the reblog confused anyone!

But hey, i finally got the inspiration to write this scene out!

It's really bad and rushed because I JUST finished it, but its done and i am not changing it. <3

Also on AO3 :)

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Jason has a plan.

He fidgets with the box of chocolates in his hands, waiting for the door to open. Danny had said he understood, in his texts, had reacted positively to Jason asking to see him, to celebrate Danny's move.

But text can only go so far, and the subtext is actively trying to murder Jason via anxiety and guilt.

Jason's not 100% sure, basically, that Danny knows Jason likes him. The misunderstanding was cleared, but the uncertainty has not.

Jason had a plan, a big one. He was going to take Danny, just the two of them, to the Gotham Observatory to celebrate the move. He was going to lead Danny through the exhibits that he had researched thoroughly before hand, and then take him to dinner at this little hole in the wall Italian place, with the perfect mood lighting and atmosphere for a cozy little dish of spaghetti. Maybe joke about Lady and the Tramp, tell Danny he's pretty.

He was going to ask Danny to be his boyfriend, cuddled up together in the ambient candle lights in his best leather jacket and a little moon rock pendant, to the moon and back and all that. It was going to be perfect, it was going to be good.

And then, maybe, in the far off future Jason could…could let Danny in. Let him know he knows about Phantom, despite Steph's doubts. Slowly start teasing Danny about Red Hood and Jason Todd being on his Hall Pass list.

But then Talia had snitched on Timbers, taunted Jason about how his little replacement was so very hard to catch before throwing a knife at his head.

And then the misunderstanding happened, and Val with the Red Hood reveal, and—

And Jason had a plan, but the plan went to shit.

But Jason is a Bat, against all fucking odds, and so he pivoted, adjusted, re-calibrated the entire time he was working on that stupid Mazda.

The new plan is sound. The new plan is a little slapshot, but it works, and Jason has been practicing his heartfelt apology and subsequent love confession for the last two hours.

The door opens, Danny looking worse for wear. He looks sad, downtrodden, and hurt. Eye red-rimmed and skin a pallor that insomniacs love to don, lips chapped and bitten to all hell. His hair is all over the place, and his voice creaks and cracks when it asks who is it? before the door is even fully open, and Jason thinks he'll have to tell Danny not to do that in Gotham, to check before opening the door because it's not safe and—

And Danny is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, eyes widening upon seeing him, looking flustered and embarrassed to be seen in "such a state."

Jason practiced, he reminds himself, for two hours.

The door opens, and Jason opens his mouth before Danny can even greet him.

"I'm Red Hood!" His voice squeaks at a pitch it's never squeaked before, "I'm Red Hood, you're Phantom, and I'm desperately hoping you understand that I'm an idiot and I was being chased by three ninja assassins and had bloody gloves and couldn't text properly."

Danny is speechless, Jason can see this by the way his mouth flaps open and shut but no sound comes out. Jason is about to crawl out of his own fucking skin. He doesn't remember what his speech was before. He pivots.

"I know I should have waited," He continues, and despite all the training he's so panicked he possibly can't even see anymore, "But I don't like making you wait if I can help it because I'm kind of desperately in love with you?"

There's a long silence.

"Was that a question?" A different voice calls out from behind Danny. Tucker, he thinks.

"No!" Fuck, his face is burning. He looks Danny in the eyes, tries to convey confidence. "I am desperately in love with you."

He stands there, just for a moment, before remembering the chocolates and shoving them gentle into Danny's chest, who takes it with a startled blink. "I got you chocolates. To say sorry, and that I like you."

Danny looks down on at the box, a novelty thing. They're fancy, high quality, shaped into the different moons of Jupiter. Jason had them custom made for the Observatory date.

"I—" Danny pauses, still seeming to process things as he stares at the chocolates in his hand, using his other hand to try and pat down his hair. He's beautiful, and Jason hates that he made him feel any type of negative feelings at all.

"It's okay," Danny finally settles on, smiling softly at him. Jason's insides feel like molten lava. "It was just a misunderstanding."

"Yeah," Jason smiles helplessly back, "But it still hurt you."

Before Danny can say anything to that, he's yanked back into the apartment. Jason reaches out, instinctively, before catching himself.

Sam stands in the doorway with her arms crossed and a scowl that could curdle milk.

Jason swallows dry spit.

"You did hurt him." Sam's voice is so low Jason could scoop it off the floor, "And Danny might forgive you, and Val might have let you off easy, but I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

Behind her, Jason can see Danny being dragged away by Tucker, who gives him a two fingered salute and a wink.

Well. Fuck.

Jason's got a long time to grovel before he can see Danny again, he can tell.

Jason takes a deep breath. It'll be worth it.

Because when all is said and done, he's gonna ask Danny to be his boyfriend.

By the way Danny blows him an apologetic kiss, he's fairly confident they'll be fine.

He catches the kiss and puts it in his pocket, ignoring Sam's rolling eyes, and prepares himself.

Jason, after all, has a plan.

#i suddenly remembered i never actually concluded Steph's musings in the riddler chapter #so here i am #concluding it #youre welcome #mechanic Val AU #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #my writing #danny phantom #dcu #extras #val/steph #valerie gray #stephanie brown

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