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Magic Mouth
Ellie Williams x Reader
Smut w no plot
Warnings: Sex (durr): fingering, praise, thigh-riding, ass gripping/slapping, pussy slapping, biting, oral, (r! receiving) and scratching. (e!receiving)
A/N: I have so many ideas. Omg. Watch me go into writers block. 😐😐😐😐



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You were sat on the couch, legs spread as you straddled your girlfriend’s thigh. Completely bare and naked, a towel under the two of you to prevent making a mess. Ellie’s warm hands gripped your hips, guiding you to rub your clit against her skin and you couldn’t keep yourself from the lewd noises that escaped your wet lips.
Heart pounding, breath heavy, you’ve been making out with your girlfriend for about ten minutes now. Her tongue never seemed to get enough, always desperate for more contact. Ellie was a needy ‘fucker, wanting to feel your heated skin everywhere as she had you press your chest against hers. Arching into her touch, you could feel her heartbeat. It was fast as ever, skipping a few beats occasionally. She even let slip, barely audible, whimpers and whines, each one sent a jolt to your core.
“You’re too sweet..” She whispered out. You, gasping for air, pull back to find her completely into it. Brows furrowed, eyes low and dark with her lips soaked. Spit ran down to her chin before she wiped it off with that veiny hand of hers. The one she could make you scream with. Before you could respond, her lips crashed against your neck and you immediately responded with a soft, whiny moan. “Damn responsive, aren’t ‘cha?”
Yeah, and what about it? It wasn’t only the fact that her teeth were biting into your flesh, sucking it and marking you off as hers, it was the sensation between your thighs that made you weak and vulnerable. The feel of Ellie’s warm thigh against your dripping cunt. You could feel the pulse, the throb. You needed more than this sweet friction, you needed rough and fast.
Your hips continuing their sway, Ellie’s hands travelled to your ass and gripped. Tightly and Firmly. Still guiding you, she made you fasten your grinding. The sensation then hit you, your head lowered to find your girlfriend’s lips closed around your nipple. Her cheeks flushed as she sucked and bit down, causing you to gasp in pain and pleasure. Digging into her shoulders with your nails, you watched as she worked. It was different than just feeling. The way her green eyes locked onto yours, showing you she was enjoying this just as much you were. It was thrilling.
Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, even to your heated core. Then, before you could see it coming, you let out a cry. The intensity of the shock travelled through every nerve of your body, it would last for a few seconds. Hips shuddering as you lowered your head to rest against the side of your girlfriend’s. Arms wrapped around her neck as you scratched your nails onto her back. She didn’t stop her play with your bud, her tongue coming to feel around until you slowly came back from your orgasm. As if it didn’t hurt, Ellie chuckled with satisfaction before gripping your waist and laying you down on your back.
As she hovered over you on one muscular arm, her lips curled into a smile as she watched your face. Staring at every detail on it, pleasure evident with your rosy cheeks, parted lips, lidded eyes, and heavy breathing. You were gorgeous, and she adored every inch of you. Inside and out. Although you loved how observant she was, it made you self conscious. Fidgety and nervous at the thought of Ellie noticing your flaws— which, there were none of.
Lowering herself, your girlfriend’s freehand travelled down to your cunt. Spreading your legs before placing her two fingers to your entrance. “You have.. absolutely no idea how pretty you are..” Her words were full of pure adoration and lust. With a nervous smile, you, again, wrap your arms around her neck and kiss your way up to her jaw. “Mm..” Was her hummed out response. Right before her slender fingers shoved into your cunt, leaving you to gasp and hold tightly.
“Keep doing that..” She whispered out, and you did exactly that, sucking onto the skin of her neck as Ellie’s fingers curled into you and hit your weak spot. That heavenly feeling of your g-spot being rubbed against, it was too good. So much so that you were moaning like crazy, soft curses rolled off your tongue.
“There you go, you’re being so good for me..” She praised, excitement in her voice as she burried her face into your neck. Inhaling your sweet, yet bold, scent. You couldn’t keep it together.
Sex was quick with Ellie, your orgasms were like a electricity, intense, like nothing you’d ever experienced before. “Ellie.. fuck, I’m close..” Every rub, every curl of her fingers sent a sensation through you. Not to mention the way she was breathing against your neck, distractingly adding to the pleasure of it all. To the thrill of it all.
“Just a little longer, can you do that, Baby?” Words mumbled out, “Hold on me for me?..” The living room’s silence was broken by you, Ellie, and the sound of your wet cunt. You sounded like macaroni. How could you not listen to your girlfriend when she had that soft yet dominating tone. It, almost, made you cum.
“Yeah, yeah.. I can do that..” Restraint and desperation in your tone as you spoke, your nails were beginning their dig into your girlfriend’s flesh. You felt her smile from your neck.
Your retraints were tested when Ellie’s fingers fastended and rubbed harder. Too hard. It made your eyes roll back and you found yourself biting down into her shoulder. Nails scratching her back further as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, tipping into a trance of pleasure and shock. You tried your best to keep your orgasm back, but as soon as Ellie’s teeth sunk into your neck you couldn’t anymore.
With your nails running down her back, face burried into her shoulder, and your body writhing, you had disobeyed your girlfriend. Slowly but surely you realized you’d came, without permission. With a slap on your cunt, an arm wrapped around your waist before she pullled you flush against her chest. “So?.. now we’re doing what we want?” Her voice lower, it held a hint of.. something and it made your shiver. “Ell-“ “I wanna do what I want.” She interrupted, “You wanna be real bold, don’t ya’? I can be just as bold back.”
With that, she pulled you to straddle her lap. It was a quick and effortless movement, causing you to squeak. Ellie, laying on the couch, gave you a pat. “On my face, c’mon.” Her demand was making you nervous, flustered. Hesitantly, you shifted to where your pussy was to her mouth. You’d left her lap wet with your cum. “Mm, atta girl.” As embarrassing as it was to sit on your girlfriend’s face, you’d found out it was her favourite position. The way she’d grip your thighs, ass, even your tities. The way she’d humm out in praise and worship. Don’t get yourself started on the way she glared at you while her tongue slid into your cunt.
Well, that’s exactly what she was doing now. Veiny hands gripping the sides of your thighs, her tongue delved deep into you before her lips curled around your clit. Sucking, nipping, and even teasing. With nothing to hold onto, you were forced to lean backwards and keep yourself stable with the help of your sore, weak arms. Soon enough, everything around you would come crumbling down. That was all thanks to Ellie’s magical mouth.
“You’re soaked.” She chuckled out, the sound was more of a huff than a solid noise. She wasn’t wrong. Your cum was dripping down her chin and making it’s way onto her neck. God, when did you get so.. sensitive? “All.. thanks to that— ..that mouth..” You smiled out, biting back a moan before meeting Ellie’s green eyes. She shook her head with amusement, completely forgetting you’d just disobeyed her and came without permission.
One thing about Ellie: She couldn’t stay mad at you for longer than ten minutes.
“It’s workin’ real hard, Sugar..” You knew she was trying her best to be.. well, the best. She was the only woman on this earth who could make you cum like the way you were now. And, Ellie was damn proud of that.
“Lemme focus on this makin’ you cum, alright?” Her lips fighting back a smile as your girlfriend continued her journey to making you release.
And, as expected, it didn’t take long for that to happen. With a few minutes of sucking and teasing, you were a writhing mess. Head rolled back as you whimpered out soft curses. The orgasm taking over your vulnerable body.
By the end of it all, your body was worn and dazed. Never did you think you’d so damn lucky with a girlfriend who knows all the right spots to hit. All the spots that get you moaning, whining, even crying.
Oh! And don’t get yourself started on the fact that the only reason you got your nails freshly done was because of Ellie. French tips or not, your girlfriend would pay a million dollars for them. Why? Because she liked being scratched up. Having a part of the lewd moment to carry around and show off.
#lesbian#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie x you#the last of us#fanfic#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams smut#ellie smut#ellie willams x reader#smut#slap my ass#lgbtq#ellie the last of us#fandom#no plot whatsoever
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OOO OMG I DONT KNOW IF YOU WRTIE FOR DENKI, but if you do, could we PLEASE get some morning wood action. im talking denki wakes up and its full shaft bro. he either grinds into you, or jerks off cause ur away, creative freedom! 😇 LMAKDOAOAA okay im leaving now
⊹₊˚. SNOOZE ! — mornings with kaminari denki
warnings: 18+ content — mdni, gn! reader, consensual somnophilia, grinding, light fluff, pet names.
xoxo, juno: nonnie come back 😭 this is like a month late ahhhh, i hope you see this
“babyyy, you just look so good,” denki murmurs into the slope of your shoulder, voice sleepy and soft. “it’s too early to be losing my mind right now.”
engrossed in your dream, you let out a sigh and barely shift against him. he thinks your quiet snores and even breaths are so cute, but his palm coasts down your side and lands on your hip. it’s late enough for the sounds of the morning rush to have passed already, but too early to get out of bed just yet.
denki probably couldn’t even get out of bed in this condition, though—neglected and heavy, his cock is as hard as a steel flagpole between his legs. it’s just so sensitive this morning that he’s too aware of the precum bubbling at the tip and the extra heartbeat that can’t seem to stop increasing.
he experimentally tickles your stomach with his fingers, light as the brush of a feather—and you shift again, pressing your ass into him before moving away. it’s only a simple touch, the kind that would ordinarily do everything but make him sick to his stomach with desire, but denki chokes out a gasp.
“if you just—if you knew,” he says dumbly, curling his fingers into your hip and pressing his crotch into your ass, “how easy it is for you to make me crazy. i never used to be this hard when i woke up, but you fucking—ooh, you changed me.”
truthfully, denki doesn’t even know what the fuck he’s saying.
he’s still half asleep and just disoriented from such a rush of testosterone through his body, but he still feels the need to talk to you. it’s difficult to understand what’s coming out of his own mouth with the way all of his brain cells are exploding with bliss—in an attempt to keep himself grounded, he nibbles at your shoulder and tucks his nose into your skin.
of course, this does nothing but make the friction on his cock feel even better. your natural smell mixed with faint traces of your soap makes him nothing short of feral.
“babe, babyyy,” denki cries, fingers digging into your skin as he humps your ass more desperately, “‘m no good at talking, really. that’s your job—haa, shit—i know it’s not good to assign jobs during sex unless it’s for a blowjob, but it’s your thing! i don’t even know how you don’t get confused in the middle of it, but that’s why it’s your thing, i—fuck!”
denki knows he’s absolutely done for when he feels that familiar tightness taking root in his balls. your ass is just so perfect, so plump and perky and wonderful to get off on. it’s good, so damn good, and the relief that washes over him in warm waves with every stroke is even better—denki’s gonna cum, and he’s gonna cum hard.
stray tears fall down his cheeks as it occurs to him, just how fucking filthy he’s being—so desperate, all for you and only for you. denki’s actually about to cum, and he just needs one final push to successfully make it over the edge. although he’s hazy with so much lust that it’s excruciating, he does notice the intentional press of your ass against him.
you’re awake, and you’re helping him out. oh god, you’re even whispering sweet, sleepy nothings to him to encourage him to cum—denki squeezes his wet eyes shut and emits a whine so loud it may not even be considered human.
“oh fuck, oh fuck,” denki’s sobbing now, fingernails digging into your skin as if you’ll fade away like a dream, “gonna cum, baby—ugh, you feel so fucking good—can’t hold it..”
with one final rut of his hips into your ass, denki cums. a series of shudders rock his whole body and leave his hands shaking uncontrollably, until you envelop them in your own to calm him. spent and too weak to get up and change his soaked boxers, denki curls into your side, still coming down from his hysteric euphoria.
“sorry i . . made a mess,” he heaves out, chest working hard to breathe, “i’ll clean it up.”
an easy laugh slips out of you as you fully turn to cuddle him. “you better. anyway, would now be the right time to ask what the hell got into you?”
he’s falling asleep again. “it’s always you. like, just seeing you beside me when i wake up—i can’t.”
“denki, i think it’s time to get up. alarm’s going off in less than five minutes.”
“don’t care,” he huffs, pulling you in with the last of his strength before you can pull away. “if you stay, i’ll make it worth your while when i can feel my legs again. they’re numb.”
“okay, but what does that have to do with—”
denki clears his throat and peels an eye open. “silent snuggling time. just snooze the alarm and relax with me, babe.”
#kurooh#denki x y/n#denki smut#denki headcanons#denki x reader#denki kaminari#mha smut#mha imagines#bnha smut#bnha imagines#smut#gn reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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I want to kiss Malleus’ forehead scale, so baaaad like just gently brush away his hair then lean in and focnduskxnhfjfoskal omg bby gurl 🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹 death by lightning would be worth itttt
helpp you've put this thought into my head I'm gonna combust. he'd never smite us he's also down horrendous trust me!!!
he's so babygirl I'm gonna collapse
(I couldn't control myself here's a little ficlet)
The night is quiet, with a soft breeze weaving through the garden. Malleus stands before you under the starlit sky, looking regal and otherworldly, his eyes glowing faintly with that dark fae allure. His usual calmness feels softer now, like he’s finally at ease, his shoulders relaxed and his face so close that you can see every detail—the angle of his cheekbones, the deep green of his eyes, and just barely hidden beneath his hair, that small, dark scale on his forehead.
You’ve been glancing at it for ages, wondering if he ever notices how much you look at it, drawn to that little mark. It’s such a small part of him, but so undeniably Malleus—regal and unique, like a hidden crown.
“Something on your mind?” he asks, one brow quirking up with a slight, amused smile. There’s a glint in his eye, like he knows exactly what’s caught your attention, but he’s waiting to see if you’ll actually do something about it.
Heart beating faster, you brush your fingers over his bangs, gently moving them aside. Malleus’s eyes widen just a touch, a mixture of curiosity and surprise in his gaze. He stays absolutely still, watching you intently.
You lean in, pressing a gentle, reverent kiss to that small, dark scale. It’s cool and smooth under your lips, and for a moment, you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your touch. The kiss is tender, a quiet gesture that says everything you haven’t put into words just yet.
When you pull back, you find Malleus looking at you with a mixture of astonishment and delight, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He seems to be genuinely amused, like your boldness has caught him off guard in the best possible way.
“Ah, my dear,” he murmurs, and there’s a soft laugh in his voice. “You surprise me yet again.”
Before you can reply, he takes your hand in his own, bringing it up slowly, reverently, and brushes his lips against your knuckles. His gaze never leaves yours, the warmth of his breath against your skin sending a thrill through you. It’s such a princely gesture, a kiss as full of unspoken words as the one you just gave him.
For a moment, the two of you just stand there, hands still entwined, sharing a private, quiet moment under the stars. His gaze is warm, his usual regality tempered with something more personal, something reserved just for you.
“Such boldness,” he murmurs, and his voice is teasing, but there’s a softness beneath it, like he’s holding back a laugh—or perhaps something even more vulnerable. "But then again, I wouldn’t have expected anything less."
You smile, feeling warmth flood your cheeks, but you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you let the moment linger, both of you savoring the quietness, the closeness. It feels like a promise—a silent understanding that perhaps, this is only the beginning of a much deeper story between the two of you.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia x reader#malleus x reader#malleus draconia x you
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Softyyy~ is your req still open? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ueueue you know how I adore your writing badly I can’t pass this opportunity 😖 ueue if it’s still open can I please req sabo being absolute feral, needy and nasty? wkwjskwswks the rest is up to you xD
thank youuuu🫶🏻
HIIIIIII OMG IM SO SORR FOR THE WAITTTTTTT I HOPE IT GOOD AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYINH MY WRITING SJKDF AHH I BLUSEHD WHEN I SAW UR ASK DSKF DFDF
˖◛⁺⑅♡ Female Reader! Canon world! Established Relationship!
˖◛⁺⑅♡ Warnings: Mentions of wounds and blood, nightmares, lack of appetite, depression symptoms, etc.
˖◛⁺⑅♡ Sexual Content: Creampie, unprotected sex, lots of biting, overstimulations, close pussyeating, cum eating, spit.
˖◛⁺⑅♡ Word Count: 7k +
105 days, 7 hours, 52 minutes, 13 seconds, and counting. Sabo had been gone from you for that long. Usually, he was accustomed to leaving on extended, secret missions, far from his friends and, in fact, everyone he knew. However, since you and him began dating, Sabo has been unable to tolerate being apart from you, crying on the inside like an anxious puppy when his owner is out of sight.
A nervous puppy with the abilities of a professional killer, but to you he was still a puppy.
The mission he was sent on was extremely important, and one he could not fail. Failure would result in months or even years of setbacks in the army's advancement. Even so, it was not any easier to leave you, he kept you in his arms for as long as he could. Holding you close to his chest, your heartbeats synchronizing themselves with each other.
You were the first to begin to distance yourself from his warmth by leaning away, which only caused Sabo to draw you closer. He inhales deeply as he tries to recall every single thing about you before he had to depart. Tears sting at the corner of your eye, but you suppress them. Instead of leaving Sabo with tears in your eyes, you wanted him to remember that you were smiling. So, he would know that you’ll be just fine without him for a while.
Hearing a sniffle, Sabo slowly pulls back, bringing his hands up to your face and holding them tenderly. Wiping away the single tear that escaped from your glossy eyes.
“Promise me you won’t do anything too stupid.” You breathe out quietly, looking up at your lover’s face for the last time in a while.
“I promise, my dear. I promise you that nothing in this world will keep me from coming back to you.”
He pulls you in for a long kiss, your lips finding their place onto his right away. You two stayed there for a long while, not parting a bit even for air. As you concentrate solely on Sabo, the sounds around you gradually fade away because you wanted to absorb much of this moment as possible
*bwAAAAAAAHHHP!*
The ferry horn blaring in the air startled you both out of the kiss, a thin trail of saliva formed a bridge between your bottom lips and his. Sabo was the first one to laugh, a cheery and airy laugh that washed away any last lingering anxiety held in your chest.
“Looks like the crew is mad at me for being late, oh well, it was worth it.” He winks at you.
He takes hold of your face, gives you a final peck on the cheek, and leaves, knowing that if he lingered a moment longer, he would notice your dejected expression and would instantly falter. You wiped away any more tears that were starting to form and yelled at Sabo as he boarded the ship, waving your arms in the air.
Screaming your farewells, sending your best wishes, and letting your heart run wild. You didn’t stop until you saw the ship leave over the horizon, your arms and throat sore from all the waving and shouting you did. It was all worth it though, you needed to let everything go this moment because you know the next few days, weeks, or even months will be miserable without him.
And it was…
Every day that went by without a letter or any kind of news from his crew was agony to your very soul. The rest of the Revolutionary Army tried their best to cheer you up or soothe your worries, saying that Sabo was one of their best agents and he always came back from a mission.
You knew that, but sometimes he doesn’t come back unscathed, sometimes the mission takes a heavy toll on him, whether that be mentally or physically.
Late at night, when he is at his most vulnerable, you can see the scars on his body and behind his eyes. The night terrors that would cause him to scream and claw at his own skin, the tears that he kept hidden from the public, shedding themselves in front of you.
All the scars, stitches, and bruises that you took care of and looked after when Sabo said it wasn’t that big of a deal to everyone else. You knew Sabo trusted you enough to let his guard down with you, and you never wanted to betray that trust. You witnessed all of those moments and held them near and dear to your heart.
So, whenever someone approached you and commented on Sabo’s toughness and resilience, saying how he’d be back in no time, you simply nodded along and smiled. Holding your hands to your chest tightly to fight down the anxious thoughts as you wish for his safety night after night.
Once the second month passed, the anxiety started wearing down your body. Heavy bags under your eyes, a sickly complexion, your clothes being a little bigger on you than normal. Your smile now did little to sway the frowns on other people’s faces when they came up to check on you. You still had hope in your voice that he would come back to you safe, but everyone could see that hope was dying slowly as the days passed by.
Then, finally, a letter came. It was brief and had to be burned immediately after, but it contained news. Both good and bad news for how the mission was going, but at least you knew that Sabo was still alive, and that brought a smile back on your face. Though your heart did sink at the fact that the mission would take even longer than expected now, you did your best not to let this get to you.
Busying yourself with helping around the base, picking up new hobbies every week, anything to distract your mind from Sabo and his wellbeing. And soon another month had passed with not another letter being passed to you. For the past few weeks, your bed has been piled on high with Sabo’s clothing on top, you just needed to be near him in some way. Bundling up to his sweaters and holding his coats to your chest helped you sleep a little easier. The scent was wearing off with each night that passes, but you needed this or you felt like you were going to go crazy.
“Y/N really, you can stay at my place tonight.”
Koala tugs at your arm, a gentle smile on her face.
“We could stay up all night if you want too! I have lots of card games up my sleeve that I can teach you! Oh! I can even try to teach you some fishman karate too!”
Koala starts to bounce up and down, listing off all the fun activities you two could do together.
You lightly shake your head and try to return her smile back, but she could tell it was forced.
“Thank you, but I’m really okay alone. I’ll come see you for breakfast in the morning though, I promise.”
Koala lets go of your arm, with a frown forming on her face, but she didn’t push you anymore.
“Fine… but you better come in the morning! In fact, I’ll come over to your room and drag you out myself if I have to!”
Koala gives you a bone-crushing hug that squeezes the air out of your lungs.
After a few harrowing seconds, you can breathe normally again. You said your goodbyes to Koala and promised her again that you'd be fine for the night.
You start your trek back to your shared room with Sabo, stopping in front of the door with your hand on the handle. As some part of you prayed that somehow Sabo would magically appear behind the door if you believed hard enough.
The door creaks open to a dark room, the clothes pile on the bed seems even lonelier tonight, you sigh and shuffle your way in. Throwing your shoes to the side and just gathering enough energy to shimmer out of your top and pants. You crawl up on the bed dressed down to your undies, grabbing a random shirt from the pile and shoving your face in the soft fabric, inhaling as much of Sabo’s lingering scent left on there as you can.
With no more tears left to shed lately, you hugged the shirt tighter and willed your body and mind to go to sleep.
A few hours go by before you fall asleep completely, still holding a shirt in your hand as your body huddles next to the heap of old clothing. You barely stir when you hear the door creak open. You turn over on your back as you hear more sounds—shoes scuffing on the floor, rustling, and then a voice that seems so distant.
A hand presses against your cheek, then the voice comes closer to you. With your mind still exhausted, it takes a while to realize that something was happening. You mumble something, and the voice laughs at you. You frown at being laughed at.
Your hands go to swat at the voice, still thinking it was just a part of your dreams, only to hit something surprisingly warm and sturdy. Your fingers start to trace whatever you just hit, pinching and pulling at it.
The voice snorts at you, gently taking your hand away and holding it in theirs. Your eyes start to fly awake at this moment; a figure comes closer to your vision as you do.
The figure stops just a few inches short of your face. You lift your head up to try to get a better look as your vision begins to clean up. What was blurry forms of dark blue and yellow soon turned into a real-life Sabo right in front of your eyes.
Sabo smiles at you, going to pinch at your cheek as he says, “Hey there, beautiful, miss me?”
You gawk at him, your eyes goes wide. “Sabo..? Sabo? SABO!”
You immediately leap from the bed into his waiting arms, with the heaps of clothing following in right behind you. But you didn’t care at that point, Sabo was back, and that was all you cared about right now.
“Sabo! Oh my- Sabo I thought you-! I mean- I really didn’t think you be dead but sometimes I- I just worried so much and-”
Your hurried words quickly transformed into sobbing blubbers, and Sabo listened to it all and comforted you.
“I know, I know.. I’m so sorry for being so late. The mission just got out of hand, and no…….. No, not tonight, I don’t want to talk about the mission tonight. Tonight is all going to be just about you, my darling.”
Sabo holds your face in his hands, wiping away all your tears as he starts to pepper you with kisses. Sabo kisses you from the forehead down to your lips and nose, then down to your neck, where he also gives you a few bites. His teeth grazing down on your soft skin, with just enough pressure for it to leave a mark.
Your body reacts to the attention quickly, as low whimpers form on your lips. “Sa-Sabo, wait-you just got back and-”
Sabo nips at your collarbone, eliciting another moan from you. He pulls back just enough so he could look in the eyes.
"Darling, please, I can’t wait any longer. Every waking moment I was on that mission, I was plagued by thoughts of you. I came here as fast as I could just to get to you, I didn’t care about anything else.”
You didn’t realize it before, but now that you got a better look at Sabo, you could see just how haggard he looked, his clothes had dark stains and were torn in some places. His body was covered in scars and bruises, both recent and old.
“Sabo! Did you not go see the doctor before you came here!? Oh my god, I think you’re still bleeding some places too, we need to go see them right now.”
You make a move to get up, but Sabo quickly pulls you back down and pins you to the bed. Even in his weakened state, he was still overpowering you. His trembling hands press down on your exposed shoulders. You look up at him, much too worried about his condition more than anything else.
“Sabo, you’re hurt… we need to get you to the doctor.”
Your voice was gentle but firm, and as much as you missed his touch, you cared more about his health than anything else. At least that's what you kept telling yourself, in truth, you felt that your own self-control was slipping quite rapidly.
Sabo leans down to rest his head on the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. You feel his hot breath ghost over your neck, sending shivers down to your core.
"Darling, please, you don’t understand. I need you. I crave you.”
"I miss your scent, your body, your voice, your taste, and everything else about you," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. His tongue slides up your neck, and his finger slides under your bra strap as he begins to pull it down. Pressing his tongue right over your pulse point, you whimper at his advances, feeling your guard lower with each passing second. You needed this too. How many times did you wake up with wet panties from a dream about Sabo's touch?
.
.
.
Fuck it, Sabo survived worse-looking wounds before.
You gave in, pulling Sabo in for a long overdue kiss. Your lips crash into each other with vigor, with teeth clashing and nose bumping pain, but you both didn’t care about that. Sabo’s tongue slipped into your mouth first, wet and sloppy with no sense of the control he usually has. Sabo moaned at finally tasting you again, drool dribbling down both your chins from how messy this kiss is.
His hands fiddled with your bra for a bit, practically ripping it to get it off of you. His hands then roamed down to the hem of your panties, shimmying them down as far as he could while he was still stuck to you.
With you being almost fully naked now, Sabo wasted no time feeling up every inch of your body, his hands squeezing and pinching on your soft belly, rubbing up and down like he was mapping out your body in his mind. You squealed into his mouth when he squeezed you, feeling a little bashful about your body now.
You turn your head to break away from the kiss for a moment, trying to say something, but Sabo didn’t let you escape his grasp for too long. Quickly maneuvering himself between your legs as he literally tears the panties off of you with his bare hands.
They were such a cute pair too…
He pins you down by the shoulders again as he takes over your mouth, snaking his tongue in as far down your throat as he can. He grunts as he pins both of your hands above your head and cuffs them with just one of his.
You struggle and move from beneath Sabo, but his grip renders your arms useless. Even your legs are useless as you flail them around. Any more attempts would only further wear you down, you could only give in at this point. Letting Sabo take total control of you right now, allowing your mind to become clouded by desire as you feel every movement of his tongue.
Sabo gives you some mercy, after a while, breaking the kiss and letting you have air again. You take in a few gulps of air and look at your lover, whose chin was absolutely covered in slobber now. His eyes aflame with desire, looking right back at you, held no shame for how he was acting.
Sabo continued his assault on your neck, licking and nibbling at every square inch of your skin while keeping you pinned. Covering you in love bites that would be a pain to cover up in the morning later.
“Sa-Sabo, slow down a bit, nggh-please?”
You did want him badly, so fucking badly, but Sabo was acting a little bit differently than he usually is tonight. Your worries start to creep their way in through the fog inside your brain.
You feel Sabo shake his head against your neck, his free hand dragging down your side, fingers pushing against the softness of your body. All the way down to the side of your hips, his thumb circling right above your cunt.
“Can’t slow down, need ya’ too badly.” Sabo whispered out. His nose presses against the curve of your neck as he pushes his thumb down onto your clit. You shudder out a moan at the feeling, eyes fluttering down as Sabo works his magic on your cunt.
“Just enjoy it, my love. And, let me enjoy you…”
His thumb swirls and flicks at your precious little nub, getting it to be nice and hard. His other fingers swipe at your folds, coating them in your slick. Barely pushing the tips of his fingers in your opening, just teasing you with each stroke of his hand.
“You’re tighter than normal, didn’t touch yourself when I was gone?” Sabo asked in a slightly strained voice. After that, he tilts his head downward and bites your collarbone too forcefully, causing a bit of blood to seep from the wound.
You mewled out in pain at the increasing amount of bite marks Sabo was giving you. Sabo's face falters at this, and making an apologetic noise from the back of his throat. He soothes your pain by licking at the wounds, his hot tongue lapping up the crimson liquid quite greedily. You crane your head backward, allowing Sabo to lick at every other wound he gave so far, his thumb slowly increasing pressure on your now swollen clit.
A brief thought then passes through Sabo’s mind: ‘What if you got with another man while he was gone?’
“Answer me, darling. Did you or did you not play with yourself when I was gone?”
Sabo trusted you with his life and all his secrets, but his insecurities did get the best of him sometimes, rearing their ugly head in the worst moments.
You were too focused on trying not to cum too fast from his fingers that you didn’t really hear his question. Biting your lip to try to keep yourself in check. Your silence only made Sabo more anxious, he upped his tactics. Moving down and latching his lips onto your nipple and sucking harshly. Your body arched off the bed, colliding with Sabo’s, who was gently using his teeth on your now hardened bud.
He pushed his fingers about an inch inside your cunt, only two for now, he wanted you to work for more. Moans and whimpers came from you, soft pleas for him to stop teasing you and fuck you already, it’s been too long.
Sabo shakes his head, unlatching from your breast and curling his fingers deeper inside your cunt.
“Not until you answer, darling~, did anyone touch what’s mine while I was gone, hmm?”
“Huh-ngghh! Sabo-please!”
Before you even had the chance to think about your answer, Sabo starts plunging his fingers in and out of your wetness at a skillful pace, letting go of your wrists as well so he could cup your face to make you look at him.
“Answer. Me. Love.”
Your eyes try to focus on Sabo and answer his question, but the heat pooling up inside your belly was getting too much to handle. You were only focused on how Sabo's fingers were long, how rough he was going, how his fingers hit all the right places inside you, and how much you wanted him to fuck you right away.
"N-no, mmph-ngh-I-fuck."
You mumble out an answer as best you could, your breath shaky and unstable, as your whole body began to tense up for the oncoming orgasm.
Sabo’s lips twitch upward at your answer, “No? So, no one touched this pretty, pretty pussy while I was gone. Are you certain? He cooed in a mocking tone.
He squeezed your face a bit as drool dribbled out of your mouth and onto his fingers. Your eyes were closed, and you moaned pathetically, just wanting to focus on feeling good, but Sabo didn’t let you. You opted to just shake your head to answer him and just let go of your body’s control and let the orgasm wash over you.
“Ah-hah-mghmm-fuck! Sabo!”
You cum all over Sabo’s fingers, soaking the bedsheet beneath you. Your mouth falling open as you feel your body instantly relaxing and falling limp under Sabo. In the aftermath, your head falls back onto the pillow and your legs twitch slightly. Everything about you feels heavy now, your mind is already spent after one orgasm.
Too bad Sabo wasn’t going to let you off that easily.
Sabo lets go of your hands, leaning back on his knees as he starts to take off his clothes. Through your blurry vision, you could somewhat make out Sabo towering over you in this position, your cunt throbs at the thought of what is to come.
“Fuckin hell- this is taking too long.” After undoing the first few buttons on his shirt, Sabo got annoyed at how slow this was taking.
Then, in Sabo's hand, a tiny fire appeared. It quickly leaped onto his chest and spread thinly down his body. Burning the troublesome buttons right off, along with some of his pants. Sabo quickly rips off the remaining burned garments.
In one fluid motion, Sabo grabs your legs, pushing them apart and huddling himself right between them. His newly freed cock, hard and dripping, was now pressed against your thigh. Smearing the precum on your soft skin as he climbs over your body to fully face you. His hair falling down to his eyes, his usually kempt appearance now switched to one of a wild animal.
He grabbed his cock and started rubbing the tip of it right on top of your clit, tapping against the sensitive swollen bud a few times to see your reaction. Then he pushes forward, sliding his cock in between your folds but not entering just yet.
Getting your juices mixed in with his precum as he keeps on sliding back and forth, using your own slick as makeshift lube to cover up his cock. Sighing heavily at the feeling, Sabo fought his self-control to just plunge himself deep inside you, he still felt like he needed to get you more wet before he could enter.
Rocking his hips back and forth on top of you, Sabo let his cock rub up all against your wet cunt, barely teasing it inside on some swings. The thick tip of his cock brushing up against your clit, making you feel his pulsing veins as he drags it back down. Sabo enjoyed seeing how your pussy fluttered against his cock when he was teasing you like this.
You were getting more impatient with each passing, you needed him to fill you up, to remind you who you belonged to.
“Sabo! Please, please, just fuck me already. I need you bad! Please!”
You whimper and mewl out his name and try to wiggle your hips in an attempt to get his cock inside you faster. Sabo’s last remaining shred of self-control broke in that moment. Watching and listening to you beg for his cock just made everything in him snap. He spits down right on top of your cunt and his cock, rubbing the savlia in with his hands as he used two fingers to spread open you open.
Easing the tip of his cock in the opening little by little, really feeling much, he was stretching you out. He leans over more so his cock could get in just the right position to pound you fully.
“Fuck… darling, you’re so good to me. So, so good to me.” Sabo grunts out as his cock was halfway deep inside of your cunt. Already feeling pussydrunk from how tight and warm your pussy was making his cock feel. He captures your lips with his once again, greedily stealing all of your gasps and whimpers as his cock fully sinks inside you. His hands grab you by the hips as he begins to slowly fuck you, the pace steadily increasing speed with each thrust. You feel Sabo moan in your mouth, his tongue going slack as he starts to focus more on pounding your cunt.
You definitely felt the weight and the girth of Sabo’s cock in this moment. The stretch was a bit painful at the start, and the pace he was going at made you see stars. His cock was filling you up like never before. You felt like a virgin from how your pussy felt around him. Your hands clamber up to his shoulders, and your nails dig into his back as you try to steady yourself from how rough Sabo was going. The bed underneath you two shook heavily, and some articles of clothing fell from the pile as Sabo kept on ramming you.
Sabo was gone at this point, the only thought in his head was breeding you, fucking you, and keeping his cock inside you at all times. Even in the small window where he had to pull his cock back, Sabo hated the feeling of not being squeezed by your cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes! Mine, mine, mine, you’re mine, this pussy is mine. All mine, mine, mine!”
Sabo rambles on and on, repeating the word “Mine” a lot, his hips repeatedly slamming into yours, his hands roaming all over your body. Sabo’s hand felt like lava on your skin, in fact, Sabo’s whole body was heating up immensely. The entire room felt like a sauna at the moment, with steam rising to the ceiling.
You felt the pleasure really start to increase inside you, your nails dug in deeper on Sabo’s back, clawing all the way down as you lost your mind.
“Sabo, nghh, hahhh-ah! Mm-more! Yes!”
Your vision goes white as you reach climax, your legs go to hook around Sabo’s back, bringing him impossibly closer to you. Sabo groans as your cunt spasms around his cock, trying to milk every single drop out of him. He came soon after you did, spilling his hot seed inside of you.
Everything was hot, too hot, you felt like you could melt into a puddle on the spot if it got any hotter. You felt sweat everywhere on your body, and you could feel it dripping off of Sabo as well, little beadlets of sweat dropping down on your chest as Sabo hovers above you. His breathing slow and heavy, his eyes meet with yours, and you muster up a tired smile in response.
He smiles back, pulling forward to give you a chaste kiss on the lips before saying.
“We’re not finished yet, you know that, right, my love?”
A mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation coiled through you, you didn’t know if you could handle another fucking like that, but your body was saying otherwise. Your pussy clenched at the thought, and Sabo felt that, with his cock still buried inside of you.
“I knew you were ready for another round.” He said cheekily.
You try to lean up on your elbows, only to find yourself lacking the energy to do even that. Falling right back down on the pillow, you look up at Sabo, biting your lips in contemplation.
“Could you at least go slower this time? Please?” Your voice a little hoarse and meek.
Sabo pats down your sweat-soaked hair and smiles brightly at you. “Don’t need to ask twice, baby. I’ll go extra slow for you, just relax and lay back. I’ll do all the work.” He coos at you gently, going in and burying his face in the nook of your neck.
Taking in a deep inhale of your scent and licking up some of the sweat that pooled up on your skin. Sabo moans deeply at your taste, making you blush from embarrassment. Sabo placed his palms down on the bed and heaved himself up on them. So, he could look down at your expression as he started to slowly roll his hips forward once more.
Dragging his cock deeper inside your sore cunt, your eyelashes fluttering down at the feeling. The stretch wasn't there anymore, but you could feel bruises forming from the earlier slamming.
Sabo’s eyes didn’t leave your face as he continued on, enjoying all the cute expressions you were making. This was making you feel a bit self-conscious, and you turned your head away and tried to muffle any noises.
Sabo had none of that and gently grabbed your chin and pulled you back to face him.
“Look at me.”
Your lips quiver, and you still keep your eyes closed. You hear Sabo sigh softly, his hips picking up the pace, making you moan a little, your body trying its best to match him.
Sabo’s other hand creeps up the side of your thigh, gently massaging it. His fingers warm and calloused, you could feel all the little scars he had on there as his hands glided up and down on your skin.
“Pretty girl. Shy girl, so shy. You missed me, but now you can’t even look at me huh?” Sabo teased.
Your ears burn more at this, but you still refused to look at him.
“That’s alright, you can just focus on the fully feeling me then.”
Sabo purrs the last line as his hand moves up to the side of your hips, his fingers fanning out to gently rub on your clit. The light pressure on there was still enough to make your body jump from the feeling. Sabo used his pointer finger to rub small, lazy circles on your sensitive nub as his cock sinks in deeper.
Sabo leans down back to your neck, his tongue lapping over all the bite marks he left there before. Trailing down to your collarbone and then over your breasts, where his breath ghosts over your nipples. His tongue snaking out to lap over your perky bud, circling around it a few times with the tip of the wet muscle.
You mewl out in pleasure, feeling so full and so stimulated by everything that Sabo was doing to you currently. His cock sitting heavily inside you, his finger still rubbing on your clit, and now his tongue flicking against your nipple. All the pleasure was rapidly building up inside of you once more, but you still needed that push to let it all out.
Your hand goes to the back of Sabo’s head, fingers in his hair, as you try to push him down further on your chest. Hoping that he gets the hint. And of course he does, his tongue is soon replaced by a pair of warm lips. As Sabo latches on to your bud and starts softly sucking on your breast. His body finally moving again, as he starts to slowly fuck you, his length felt bigger than before.
Hitting deeper with each hit, Sabo didn’t go as fast as before, but this pace was more than enough to make you squirm. His fingers did not relent on your poor clit, as Sabo switched over to his thumb, flicking his appendage back and forth in rapid succession.
This was getting too much for you, you began to shimmy your way back on the bed, away from the overstimulating feeling, away from Sabo. Sabo notices this and bites down on your nipple, making you yelp in surprise. His hands grab you by the hips and pull you back, practically slamming you down on his length.
“Don’t move.” Sabo growled. His mouth still latched on to your poor abused bud, he lets you feel his teeth go over your nipple once more as a warning as his pace gets rougher.
The sounds of skin slapping against each other and your weak and pitiful cries filled the room, Sabo soon added his own noises as he slurped messily on your chest. Switching from side to side, making sure that each one got their own set of attention from him.
“Sa-Sabo! G’onn- Gonna!”
Too fast. Too hard. Too much. Everything was too much for you, you were going to lose it, and Sabo was close behind you.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, oh god-fuck, cum, cum, cum for me, love.”
Sabo moans unabashedly, lifting up your hips and hitting in a new angle that pushed you over the breaking point for the second time tonight.
Your hands claw up into Sabo’s side as your vision goes white and you release all over Sabo. This time you squirted all over yourself and Sabo, covering the bedsheets underneath you even more with your wetness. However, you were too exhausted to give a damn at this point.
Sabo was in heaven at this point, feeling your wetness gush all over him was like jumping into the fountain of youth. His grip on your hips didn’t falter one bit, in fact, it only got stronger. His fingers dug into the plushness of your skin and pulled your drained body right up to his, as his thrusts became shaky. Sabo just needed to feel more of you, screw with precision, or trying to find the best spots to hit, he just wanted his cock to as deep inside you as humanly possible. And if there was a way beyond that point, Sabo would find it or die trying.
“Fuck-mm-haahh, love! Oh my-ngh, gonna fill you up again-so badly.You’re mine-mm, all mine, mine, mine forever.”
Sabo’s eyes started to cross from the bliss he was feeling right now, your pussy was still so tight around him, and you were so warm. Each thrust he could see and hear, both his cum and your own slick come out of your cunt. It was a sight he wanted to engrave into his mind, even if he had to forget everything else to have it there.
“Mmm-hnngh, hahhh, Oh lo-love.”
Sabo’s eyes travel up to your face, watching you with your fucked-out look. The way your tits bounce, your mouth hanging open, your eyes barely open, but he could still see how absolutely beautiful you looked in his eyes. One of Sabo’s hands leaves your hip as he grasps the top of the headboard behind you, getting leverage as he relentlessly fucks you for the last ounce of power he still has in his body.
His grip on the headboard was so strong it started breaking the wood there. Sabo was reduced to a beast in this moment, with just the primal need to breed. He feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest, the heat moving all throughout his body, his balls tightening once more, ready to release all his love inside you.
With a final move of his hip, Sabo buries his cock as deep as it could go and came. His seed spurting out all at once, accidentally ripping a piece of the headboard as he finishes. He lets go of your hip, letting your body drop back down to the bed, your legs trembling and sore from all the abuse that it went through tonight.
Your stomach felt like it was a furnace now, as Sabo’s cum was still being pumped inside. You felt so full from all of it. It felt like forever until Sabo finally pulled his cock for good tonight, his length twitching a little and covered in a mixture of your and his love.
Sabo threw away the broken piece of headboard somewhere on the ground and made a move to get off the bed. You watch him wearily as he pushes some clothes aside and moves you closer to the middle of the bed, tucking your head underneath a fluffed pillow and grabbing a blanket to cover you with.
There was your sweet, gentlemanly Sabo. You close your eyes and get ready to get a good night of sleep with Sabo by your side.
As Sabo gets back on, you feel the bed dip, and then the blanket moves, but something was not right. Sabo wasn’t getting in to sleep beside you, he was getting under the blanket for some reason. You focus your gaze on the blob moving underneath the blanket, trying to gauge what the hell Sabo was doing under there.
‘Did he drop something? Or did the sex wear him out so badly that he forgot how to sleep in a proper bed?’
Your mouth moves open to speak, but instead a small yelp comes out instead, as you feel something wet move across your thigh.
“Sabo!”
You lift the blanket up to see what was happening and see Sabo in between your legs, his tongue still out in the middle of a blep.
Sabo smiles at you cheekily, rubbing his cheek on the thigh he just licked, “Sorry for scaring you, love. Don’t mind me, I’m just helping clean you up.” He gives your thigh a wet kiss.
“Saboooo, I’m tired and too sensitive.” You whined, you knew that any more stimulation on your clit would be too painful right now.
“I promise, I’m just gonna to clean you up and not do anything else, dear.” Sabo flutters his eyelashes at you, trying his best to make puppy dog eyes as well. Your guard did lower a bit at the sight.
“Fine…”
You were too tired to argue any further anyway, you put the blanket back down and closed your eyes. Finding the best position to sleep in with Sabo between your legs, you mumble out a goodnight to Sabo.
“Goodnight, my princess.” Sabo purred, softly kissing a lot on your thigh. To your surprise, Sabo didn’t go wild at all. He was soft and gentle, doing small kitten licks on your skin, lapping up all the stains and areas. Moving to the inner part of your thigh, his hair tickling your skin a little bit, but it wasn’t that bothersome overall.
Your hand moves down to pat Sabo on the head, absentmindedly running your fingers through his blonde locks, as your body starts to cool down and nod off to sleep.
Sabo goes to the other side of your thigh and finishes cleaning over there, taking his time to lap up all the leftover creme. Allowing the sweet nectar to sit on his tongue for a bit before he swallows it down.
Then, he moves up to your cunt, and being a man true to his word. He was gentle with this area, lapping up very slowly, making sure not to touch your clit too much. Just using the flat of his tongue to cover as much area as possible with each swipe. The feeling was oddly comforting in a way to you.
You fell asleep far before he was done with cleaning, your hand still laid on top of his head. Your body softly snoozing away, with Sabo’s hand on your stomach feeling the rise and fall of your chest with each breath you take.
When Sabo was done with his job, he shifted his body upward just a bit so he could lay his head on your stomach. Not wanting to accidentally shake you awake, he was fine with cuddling you here under the blanket together.
His eyes flutter closed for the last time tonight as he holds your hand in his.
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Morning comes quietly, you were the first to wake up, finding your body extremely sore but happy at the same time. You stretch your arms out and let out a big groan, feeling your shoulder muscles being pulled. You feel something move under the blanket and lift it up to find Sabo, sleeping comfortably on top of your stomach. He was like a heat pad for you all throughout the night.
He nuzzles his cheek on your stomach closer when you try to poke him away. You huff at this, knowing that he was probably awake the moment you were. You poke his forehead again, Sabo jokingly bites at it in return. You pinch his cheek in retaliation, giggling at his reaction.
“Come on, I feel gross and sticky. I need a shower. We both need showers, actually.”
You make a move to get off the bed, but Sabo pulls you back in by wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Nooo, stay.” Rubbing his face on your belly as he whines quietly.
You ruffle his hair and sigh, smiling at your lover’s silly antics. With the sunlight coming in the room, you could see just how bad some of Sabo’s injuries were now, along with the multiple bruises and marks littered across your body.
“Come on, we both need to go to medical anyway. I’ll help you wash up in the shower if you get up now.”
Sabo’s ears perk up like a puppy’s, and he eagerly looks up at you with awaiting eyes.
“You promise?”
“Yes, dear.” You lean down for a kiss, lingering on his lips for a second as you look into each other's eyes. Sabo leans back in for a longer, more passionate kiss, his hand going to the back of your nape. Softly biting at your bottom lip as his tongue tries to sneak in your mouth. You shake your head but your body didn’t deny the need for him again.
‘What about we do a quickie, then shower, and then I promise to be a good boy and go to medical?’ Sabo blinks his wide eyes at you as his hand lowers to your thigh, squeezing it softly.
Your brain fights for an answer, the horny side really wants to do it again, but the rational side says that you should take him to medical sooner than later.
“I-”
“GOOD MORNING WORLD! TIS IS I! KOALA HERE TO TAKE MY LOVELY FRIEND TO BREAK-EEEEEEEEEE!”
You were interrupted by Koala bursting into the room, all merry-like. You forgot that about the breakfast thing… and now she sees you and Sabo, butt-naked in bed together.
“Sabo?! You’re back and you’re naked! Oh my god-sorry-I gotta take this call and goodbye!”
As quickly as she burst in, Koala left. Leaving a snickering Sabo leaning over on top of you.
You soon join him in laughter. Though your cheeks were tinged pink with embarrassment, it was good to have Sabo back. Everything was the way it should be now.
Well, except for Koala’s poor eyes.
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okay here me out. lando’s shanghai media day fit is giving me soft bf who is jet lagged and missing you. and all he can’t wait to do is get back to his hotel and curl up in bed with you.
ALSO. THE CURLS?!? omg, i literally just wanna run my fingers through them. they look so soft and silky 😫
the way his hood is pulled up, a little bit of facial hair, squinty eyes and just the oversized fit in general
god i need help 😭

madi you get me SO well i can’t even express it. you and me are like 🤞🏻 this all the time and i LOVE this for us! i missed u 🥹🫶🏻
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the door to the hotel room closed softly, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. you lifted your head from your book, smiling softly at the very tired looking man in front of you as he kicked his shoes off.
“hey,” you smiled, quick to place a bookmark between the pages because you knew what was coming next. the same thing that would happen any other time he’d leave early in the morning to go to the track.
“hey, baby.”
the pet name that ended up quickly replacing your actual name.
you watched as he emptied his pockets, his phone, his wallet, his paddock pass and a lip balm finding a new place on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. the side that still had the sheets rustled from when he got up in the morning, the side that was missing a pillow which may or may not have been moved to help you sit up against the headboard.
he didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t care. he didn’t need it. not when he was climbing the length of your body. he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, you smiling softly and cupping his cheek lightly. it didn’t last long, just long enough to emphasize how much he missed you while he was gone all day.
you chuckled softly when he placed his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.
“long day?” you asked, fingers running through his curls. he hummed back in agreement, giving you your answer.
“want me to wake you up in a bit for dinner?”
he hummed again, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks. you smiled softly, still playing with his curls. your fingers trailed across his face, drawing lines to connect the moles and freckles littered across his skin.
as he drifted off to sleep, your heart tightened in your chest. no matter how hectic life was, or where in the world either of you would be, it was moments like this that made it all worth it.
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OMG, I love your writing!! 😭💖 I was thinking about this idea and knew you were gonna kill it—so hear me out: You’re a Sith, and Anakin is sent to capture you… but what if, instead of a fight, you seduced him instead? 👀 Like, imagine all the tension, the power struggle, the way he knows he should resist but just can’t. Ugh, I need this in my life, please!!
REQUEST: GENERAL!ANAKIN X SITH!READER
WARNING: fighting and flirting
WORDS: 1.7k
A/N: hii, love, i hope i made justice to your request, i love how creative you’re, hope hearing more amazing ideas 😉😘as always i love requests, they literally give me goosebumps and save me from my writer block. anyway, comments, reblogs are appreciated. kisses and good reading 🥰🤩
One of Anakin’s favorite things about being a general was the freedom to carry out missions however he saw fit. The Jedi Council dictated the assignments—the what and where—but the how? That was his decision. No matter how reckless or unconventional his methods were, the 501st followed him without question. He had earned that trust.
This mission, however, was a little… different.
A Sith hiding in the Outer Rim wasn’t unheard of, but the location certainly raised some eyebrows. A brothel. The last place anyone expected to find a dark side wielder. It wasn’t a battlefield or a Separatist stronghold. There were no enemy starfighters to chase down, no tactical sieges to command. And yet, if this Sith was dangerous enough to warrant his attention, then maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t be a complete waste of his time.
He had left Ahsoka in Obi-Wan’s care, deeming this mission too complicated for her. Not because she couldn’t handle herself, but because—stars above—he couldn’t drag his Padawan into this. The war had already taken so much from her, forced her to grow up too quickly. But a brothel? That was a level of exposure even he had to draw the line at. Not that the Jedi were strangers to hypocrisy.
Disguised—or as much as someone like him could be—he stepped inside the establishment, his black robes swallowing him whole, his lightsaber hidden beneath layers of fabric. It wasn’t his typical battlefield attire, but he had learned early on that walking into enemy territory without announcing himself as a Jedi had its advantages. He’d let the Sith reveal themselves first.
The air was thick—smoke, perfume, the low hum of conversation, the occasional flirtatious laugh curling through the dimly lit space. Bodies moved languidly across the room, draped in silks and shadow, the sound of music threading through the walls like a heartbeat. A den of sin, the Jedi Council would say. But Anakin?
Anakin had never been one for their rigid philosophy. Still, he reminded himself why he was here. Find the Sith. Capture them. Bring them in.
Simple.
Or at least, it should have been.
But then he saw you.
You weren’t like the others. You weren’t draped across someone’s lap or whispering sweet nothings into a client’s ear. You were watching him, eyes sharp, posture deceptively relaxed, as if you had expected him all along.
Sith.
He knew it instantly, the way the Force pulsed around you, dark and intoxicating. But what unnerved him more was the way you smiled. Slow. Knowing.
Dangerous.
And damn it all—his breath hitched in his throat.
“Jedi.” Your voice was smooth, honeyed darkness. “I was wondering when they’d send someone.”
His muscles coiled instinctively, fingers twitching near his hidden saber. “Then you know why I’m here.”
You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh, I have an idea.” You uncrossed your legs deliberately, the shift in movement drawing his gaze for half a second too long before he snapped his eyes back to your face. You noticed, of course. That damn smirk of yours widened.
Anakin clenched his jaw.
The smart thing—the right thing—would be to demand your surrender. To drag you back to Coruscant in shackles before you had the chance to do whatever it was you were planning to do.
But you just… stood there. Gazing at him with the kind of confidence that made his stomach tighten in something uncomfortably close to anticipation.
“Aren’t you going to arrest me, Jedi?” you teased, voice dipping lower as you leaned in, just enough for him to catch the scent of spice and something wickedly sweet.
Anakin swallowed hard. The Force between you crackled like a live wire, the dark and the light colliding in a storm of heat and tension.
Something told him—warned him—that this mission would be anything but simple. And as your fingers barely ghosted over his arm, a whisper of contact, a silent dare—
Anakin should have known better.
He should have seen the trap the moment you looked at him like that—like you knew him, like you had already won. But he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
His fingers tightened around the hilt of his hidden lightsaber. “I’ll give you one chance to surrender.” His voice was firm, but even he could hear the thread of something else lurking beneath it.
Interest.
Amusement flickered in your eyes. “How generous of you, General Skywalker.”
His name rolled off your tongue like silk, and damn it, why did that make something hot coil in his stomach?
You took a slow step forward, deliberately closing the space between you. He should have stepped back. He should have drawn his weapon and ended this before it even started.
Instead, he let you get just close enough for your breath to ghost over his skin as you murmured: “But I don’t surrender, Jedi.”
Then, faster than a heartbeat, the Force slammed into his chest, sending him skidding back across the polished floor. His robe billowed around him as he caught himself, planting his feet firm. The room had gone eerily silent, the patrons watching with wide eyes as reality dawned on them—this wasn’t a show.
This was a fight. Anakin exhaled sharply. “So that’s how you want to play it?”
With a snap-hiss, his saber ignited, blue light spilling over the darkened room. The hum of energy vibrated in the air as he steadied himself, eyes locking onto you. And Force help him—he had never been so tempted by an enemy before.
You ignited your own saber, crimson light clashing with his blue, casting you in a dangerous glow. “Afraid you’ll lose, Chosen One?”
His smirk was sharp. “Not a chance.”
Then you struck. Your saber clashed against his with a crackling snap, sparks flying between you as you twisted, your movements fluid, dancing. You weren’t just fighting—you were playing with him.
And damn it, you were good. Anakin parried, spinning his blade to block an incoming strike, but you were already slipping behind him, pressing close, your voice a purr against his ear.
“Not bad, Jedi. But I expected more.”
He growled, spinning to elbow you, but you ducked, laughing, your saber swinging up toward his side. He barely deflected in time, the force of it sending a shudder up his arms.
“Distracted?” you taunted.
Anakin grit his teeth. “I don’t get distracted.”
“You sure?” You twirled away, the hem of your dark robes brushing against his legs like a whisper. “Because the way your heart is pounding tells me otherwise.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Maybe I’m just excited to finally shut you up.”
You grinned. “Promises, promises.”
Then you surged forward again, but this time, Anakin was ready. He caught your wrist mid-strike, twisting you around, trapping your arm against your back as he pressed his saber just close enough to your throat to make you pause.
“Yield,” he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek.
Your laugh was breathless, but victorious. “Not yet.”
And then, his lungs seized.
A choked sound tore from his throat as invisible fingers curled around his neck, the crushing weight of the Force squeezing the air from his lungs. His grip on your wrist slackened just enough for you to twist free, stepping back as you held out your hand, your fingers curling like you were holding something.
Something like him.
His knees threatened to buckle, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed. If anything, the struggle—the pain—only made him angrier. Made him want you more.
“Look at you,” you cooed, tilting your head as you watched him fight against your hold. “So strong. So stubborn.”
He gritted his teeth, clawing against the invisible vice squeezing his windpipe. But Force, if your voice wasn’t making it worse. You stepped closer, your other hand ghosting over his chest, fingertips barely brushing over the fabric of his tunic. His breath hitched. You felt it.
“I could kill you right now,” you murmured, tracing a slow, burning path up to his jaw. “But where’s the fun in that?”
His lips parted, a strangled inhale rattling from his throat. His vision blurred at the edges, but he could still see you. The smirk on your lips, the wicked gleam in your eyes.
“You’re enjoying this,” you whispered, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip. “Aren’t you, Jedi?”
His heart slammed against his ribs.
And damn him to the depths of the Force—
He was. But Anakin Skywalker was nothing if not unpredictable.
His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your wrist as the dark vice around his throat shattered. He sucked in a sharp breath, twisting your arm just enough to throw you off balance before slamming you back against the nearest wall, your saber clattered to the floor.
His hand was around your throat now, not squeezing—not yet—but enough to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.
The only sound was the hum of his still-lit saber, casting your faces in flickering shades of blue. Then—slowly, deliberately—he leaned in, his lips hovering just over yours, his breath fanning over your parted mouth.
“I think,” he murmured, voice dangerously low, “you like this just as much as I do.”
Your pulse thundered beneath his fingers. Your lips parted, but whether you meant to speak or close the last inch between you, but he didn’t give you the chance.
Because then, Anakin Skywalker did something he shouldn’t.
He kissed you.
You were so lost in the kiss—so utterly consumed by the heat of his mouth, the way he devoured you—that you didn’t even notice the cold metal snapping around your wrists until it was too late.
The click of the binders echoed between you, the unmistakable hum of energy-nullifying cuffs sending a sharp realization down your spine. Your fingers twitched, instinctively reaching for the Force—only to find nothing.
Dank farrik.
You barely had time to process before Anakin pulled back, his breath ragged, his lips still ghosting over yours. His grip on the cuffs tightened, tilting your bound hands upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. Blue eyes dark with something almost feral.
“You were saying?” he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.
Oh, you gonna be so fucked. And not just in one way.
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thinking about that potential scenario drabble you posted where he’s flying with reader, and i wonder if reader in the back of her head probably still thinks this is all part of one big plan the slytherins have to mock her, like how in the fic she was worried for half the practice anytime satoru did something unexpected 😭💔 he grabs her hand as he helps her off the broom and smooths her wind-struck hair down and she’s still thinking okay when are the others gonna jump out of hiding… whole time he has stars in his eyes while looking at her, still holding her hand. rubbing his thumb over her knuckles to calm her adrenaline down 🥺
omg this is so sweet and so so true
slytherin!gojo and reader have two very different thinking processes, especially as of late.
reader was so sure the broom was going to "dip" and she'd somehow fall off, that for the entirety of the ride she gripped onto slytherin!gojo's waist so hard that if she fell, he fell too.
but when it was over and they finally landed down, she was laughing, so excited and thrilled to have finally ridden on a broom that she totally missed that he was fretting over her, trying to make sure that she was okay.
and yes, of course she's always thinking that there has to be a motive to all the things slytherin!gojo does for her, but she's just so excited to have finally done what she's always wanted to do since she was a first year that she throws caution to the wind.
"do you feel nauseous?" gojo would ask, but you couldn't even hear him.
"did you see how fast we were going?" you asked, your smile wide and excited as you were looking up in the air at where you just were.
"yes, but how do you feel-"
"i could literally taste the wind!" you're on a whole different planet, his eyes worried as they trace over your features.
but he helps take the helmet off of your head, the clasp a little difficult to work with if you're not used to it, and the entire time you're literally jumping up and down, asking when the next time you could ride would be.
"soon," he mutters, "i don't want you to get sick-"
"soon like tomorrow?" you're so jittery, not noticing the way he's smoothing some of your baby hairs down that had gotten pushed back by the wind.
and his eyes are gentle, his thumb unconsciously tracing over your knuckles as he passes the helmet back to you, his smile soft.
"sure," he says simply, but he meant it as a promise. if you asked him then and there to make an unbreakable vow to take you flying again, he'd do it for you in a heartbeat
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their s/o having a nightmare | hip hop unit
𐙚 seungcheol
cheol is a heavy sleeper, an earthquake could be happening and he’d sleep through it, BUT when it comes to you, it’s like he has a sixth sense that notices any shifts in your mood, even if he’s asleep. and knowing him, cheol would be worried sick seeing you so distraught, as your eyes looked frantically around the room, while you tried to reach for him in a frenzy.
something about you being scared and frightened in your sleep, in your most vulnerable state, made his heart ache so badly. his panicked state matching yours wouldn’t help a lot in calming you down, but the weight of his arms around your waist and his lips repeatedly pecking your forehead would be a whole another story.
“s okay, you’re okay baby,” your boyfriend whispered, kissing the top of your head, as he tightened his arms that were wrapped around your waist. you thought you were quiet enough not to wake him, but it seemed that muffling your sobs with the sleeve of his hoodie you were wearing, letting the tears run slowly down your cheeks wasn’t enough to deceive cheol’s protectiveness, even in his sleep.
“sorry for waking you up,” you murmured, your voice muffled by your hiccups and his shirt, as he cradled your head to his chest. he hushed you immediately, pecking your forehead repeatedly. “do you want to talk about it? need me to get you some water? should i get you an extra blanket? want me to turn on the lights?” he asked, his breath tickling your cheek, as he swayed you back and forth. kkuma, almost as if she could sense something was wrong, yawned and stretched, padding over to where you were sitting in her dad’s arms.
at some point you had to start calming him down. his worried pout was endearing, but you didn’t want to keep cheol up all night, and you knew there was no way he’d go back to sleep in this state, especially because you were still shaken up by your bad dream.
“i just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, running his hand over your back. “just hold me like this, please?” there was no safer place for you than seungcheol’s arms, and not even a nightmare could change that.
𐙚 wonwoo
wonwoo would wake up while you’d try to sneak out of the bed (he’s not as cuddly in his sleep as cheol or gyu are, but he always has an arm draped over your waist or tummy, so of course he’d immediately notice if you’d try to wiggle your way out of his grip). usually he’d just go back to sleep, thinking you were going to the bathroom or to get a glass of water, but you’d be shaking too much for it to be normal. wonwoo would reach for you, pulling you back to his chest, cradling the back of your head with his hand.
i believe wonwoo would be even more worried than cheol, he’d never show it as much as him, but his heart would break as he’d hold your shaking body in his arms. (i don’t know if you’ve seen that tik tok where he checks up on seungkwan after he hit him on accident or something, AND OMG THE BOBA EYES AND WORRY ON HIS FACE EIUFHEUIRFHE).
“here, put your hand over my heart,” wonwoo gently grabbed your shaking hand, and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. “you see, that was just a bad dream, honey,” he whispered, his voice deep and soothing, still laced with sleep. “everything’s okay.”
you nodded, resting your head in the crook of wonwoo’s neck, as you tried to match your erratic breathing with his heartbeat, while he kept petting the back of your head with one hand, and rubbing soothing circles into your hip with the other. surrounded by his arms and familiar warmth, you snuggled further into his embrace, inhaling his comforting scent that always felt like home.
“what if i read a bit to you?” wonwoo pressed a kiss to your temple, smoothing out your bed-hair.
“no, won, you have work tomorrow morning,” you whispered, your face still hidden in his neck. “you should go to sleep.”
without saying anything, wonwoo placed you between his legs, as he fixed the pillows behind him, so he could rest comfortably against the headboard, and grabbed the book he was currently reading from the nightstand. “do you need an extra blanket? or maybe you want me to make you some tea?”
you smiled, grabbing his hand that was resting against your tummy, and run your thumb over his knuckles - the same ones that were ready to fight with whatever made you so scared in your dream. “no, wonwoo, everything is perfect,” you whispered. “thank you.”
“of course,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
𐙚 mingyu
gyu can’t physically sleep without you, you’re wrapped securely in his arms through the whole night, whether you like it or not, so he’d immediately know that something was wrong. at first, he’d be a bit confused, sleep still clouding his mind, why he couldn’t feel your body weight on his, and he’d try to reach for you pouting angrily, because how dare you to move away from him.
when he’d find you shaking and struggling to catch your breath, mingyu would be up and alert in an instant, ready to fight whoever and whatever made you so distressed. and mingyu would try to act as composed as he could, even though he’d be a worried mess on the inside.
“baby,” you heard your boyfriend whine behind you, probably from the lack of your warmth next to him. “where ‘r you,” he sighed, lifting his head up, just to drop it onto his pillow a second later. “come back.”
you exhaled slowly, trying to calm your breathing, because you knew mingyu - no matter how tired he was, he’d immediately notice that something was wrong. he just came back home from tour and needed a full night of sleep, you couldn’t make him worry. “i’m right here, love. go back to sleep,” you tried your best to sound as normal as you could, and hoped mingyu would be too tired to notice how your voice shook.
“no,” he murmured, his voice muffled by his pillow. “come back here,” he reached out and made grabby hands at you with his eyes still closed. if you weren’t so shaken up because of your dream, you’d take a photo of him (which would probably become your new wallpaper), and smother his puffy cheeks in kisses. “wait a second,” he said, finally opening his eyes, sensing that something was wrong, when you didn’t snuggle back against him.
a couple of minutes later you were all wrapped up in at least three blankets (to protect you from the monsters, mingyu’s words) and your boyfriend’s arms that securely held you against his chest. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he mumbled, bumping his nose against yours. “you’re safe now, my baby.”
𐙚 vernon
when he sleeps, he sleeps like a log (vernon needs his beauty sleep), so you’d be a bit hesitant to wake him up. you knew he rarely got a full eight hours of sleep, so you didn’t want to disturb him just because of your nightmare, but at the same time you needed some comfort. you’d cuddle up to him, throwing one of your arms over his tummy, which would wake him up a bit, alarmed by the weight on his body (it wasn’t often that you cuddled while sleeping, so his sleep clouded mind noticed something was wrong).
thanks to him being so relaxed and composed, vernon would be excellent at calming you down, plus he always gets a bit clingier when seeing you so upset, so you’d fall asleep again in no time.
“ratatouille is so much better than cars, though,” vernon whispered, his lips tickling your temple, as he placed occasional pecks there. “i could watch that movie over and over again and never get bored of it.”
you giggled quietly as you listened to your boyfriend rant about something he definitely shouldn’t be talking about in the middle of the night on a random wednesday. it was all of you fault, and although vernon was quick to shut your apologies down, you still fell bad for waking him up when you knew he needed to sleep. plus, you were a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
“nightmares suck, and there is no shame in feeling scared. i’m happy you woke me up,” he said, holding your head in his hands, so you wouldn’t escape his gaze.
vernon knew exactly how to calm you down, he noticed early in your relationship how you became putty in his arms whenever he talked about movies. it wasn’t your fault he looked so adorable ranting about something he loved os much. rubbing your cheeks to get the dried tears off of them, you snuggled further into your boyfriend’s side, waiting for what unpopular opinion he’d state next.
“are you sure you’re okay, babe? you don’t need me to grab a glass of water for you or anything?”
“i’m okay, seriously. just… just keep talking.”
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Surprise kisses (PART 1)
Various pastas x GN!reader
Pasta's react to GN!Bsf!Reader kissing them randomly
Content warning: Light smut (Jeff's part) kissing, fluff
Omg heyyy, sorry it's been a while. I'm going to try and write more as a distraction from my life issues right now, my long term boyfriend just broke up with me, so I've been having a hard time. bear with me :)
Lmk who you want in part 2!
this post was inspired by this tiktok :D (Tiktok here)
Jeff the Killer
You and Jeff were sitting on one of the few couches in the living room of the mansion
you both had nothing to do and everyone was doing their own thing
he was on his phone, doing god knows what when you suddenly got an idea
you stood up and sat right next to him, and gently cupped his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss which he instantly returned
He immediately dropped his phone and gripped your waist, pulling you up onto his lap
The simple kiss turned into a heated make out session, which eventually turned into him carrying you to his room and slamming the door behind you two
Plan failed successfully?
Liu Woods
You and Liu were walking in the woods as you often did, chatting about anything and everything
He had his scarf pulled down for once, something he only did around you
He was rambling about something Jeff had said that morning before you stopped walking and turned to him, grabbing him by the collar and pressing your lips to his
He was shocked, his eyes widened for a moment before melting into it
He gently grips your waist, pulling you closer to him
The kiss lasts for a minute, slow and sweet
When you pull away, he's smiling and looking away from you
He shakes his head when you smile and continue to walk, him trailing to catch up to you
Ben DROWNED
You were both laying on his bed, the room silent other than the noise of the gaming remote clicking and the video game audio from the tv
You were bored, and decided fuck it
You gently slipped your hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him closer
When he realized what you were doing, he playfully pushed you away
He laughed when you pouted and pulled your arm, pulling you to him
He kissed you, laying back so you flopped ontop of him
between how desperately long he had waited to kiss you, and all the laughing from the both of you, the kiss was messy
It was only broken apart when the death indication noise left the tv
"Y/N you are so lucky I love you." He grumbles.
Eyeless Jack
You both were quietly restocking the medical shelves with supplies the proxies had scavenged up earlier that day, simply enjoying eachothers company
It was one of the rare days that he had his mask off
His victim from the day before was rather aggressive and managed to punch him square in the face, breaking the already worn mask in two
He stopped when he felt you starring at him and turned towards you
When you went to pull him down to kiss him, he launched his head back in confusion
"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" He asked, confusion evident in his tone
"Oh, I was going to kiss you, but I'm sorry, I won't try to again," you replied, cheeks pink with embarrassment as you turned away to continue restocking.
He then tilted his head and smiled, gently cupping your jaw and turning your head
The kiss was short, nothing more than a soft peck, but It was enough for him to notice your heartbeat picking up in pace.
Ticci Toby
You knew this would go either 2 ways
1. Tobi would flip out and run
Or 2. He would enjoy it
But whatever the odds, you decided to do it.
You were sitting in your room, tobi sitting on the edge with his legs crossed as he cleaned his hatchet (Per your request cause that things gotta be nasty)
You scooched closer to him and tapped him on the shoulder
He looked over at you, a gentle smile hidden under his mask
You reached up and slowly pulled his mask down to not startle him
"Y/n/n? What are you-"
He stopped mid sentence and dropped his hatchet on the floor when he noticed you leaning in
The kiss was gentle, you gently kissed his lips, which he shyly returned
When you pulled away, his face was BEAT red, and all he could do was smile and lean down to hide his face in your lap.
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greetings its the anon with whipped cream, a cherry ontop and rainbow sprinkles again (●’◡’●)ノ
i have made my appearance here today to ask for another kasier x reader where reader protects kaiser against some weirdo even tho he didnt really need it but its still super cute bc yk halahakahalahssnhsjdjdjd ♥︎♥︎♥︎
・. ★ omg omg hi again anon.ᐟ I made this one extra juicy 4 u >:3 I hope this finds you well! And if you want you could give yourself an emoji so i can associate it w you <3
☆ CONTENT: Your drinking at the bar for the teams post-match celebration. Kaiser tries to leave when he notices your drunk asf and bumps into a drunk guy who starts getting aggressive. You basically put this guy in his place to Kaisers surprise. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Drinking, alcohol, aggressiveness, kaiser almost fighting this guy, swearing, protectiveness, reader throwing a drink in the drunk guys face, mention of violence, reader not tolerating any bullshit, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress and heels. Mein schatz - 'My Sweetheart.' Mein liebling - 'My darling.' ☆ W.C. 1.0K

It’s not uncommon for Bastard München to have a post–match celebration at a club.
Usually you spent the night at the bar, preferring it over the cramped and stuffy booths. Drinks came way more quicker when you were closer to the source, your strawberry daiquiri always ended up being slid to you no more than five minutes after being requested. It was also a must that your face made a fake disgusted look when Kaiser's choice of drink–which was a pint of beer–was set in front of him. He sent you an amused smirk as you asked him why he gets beer–knowing your tongue forever tainted for tasting the nasty liquid.
“It’s in my blood, mein schatz.” he drawled, his fingertip following the rim of his glass, his crowned hand splayed out over your flexing knee. “Plus, it's a manly drink.”
Psh, whatever that means.
The next hour and a half is spent babbling his ear off as more strawberry daiquiris found its way in your hands. After about four drinks in a row, your flushed cheek was smushed against his bicep, giggling at whatever small thing he did. He knew it was time to leave when your words started to slur, coupled with hiccups and flushed cheeks. Your feet swinging back and forth slightly from where you sat, nuzzling into him like a cat who had too much affection to give for its own good.
He said his goodbyes to his hammered teammates, the gesture added on with your enthusiastic waving as Kaiser paid the tab, leading you away from the bar by the small of your back.
It took roughly thirty seconds leaving the bar before trouble already began to bloom.
The club wasn’t packed, but it was still bursting with life, neon flashing lights lit up all corners of the dance floor, the music in the background drumming and vibrating in the floor like a second heartbeat. He was cautious and focused, weaving you and himself out of people's way as they passed. Kaiser could see the exit a few feet away, and with the way your heels were barley cooperating with the floor, he knew he had a limited time before you got to your drunken whiny stage–
BAM.
A stumbling figure collided straight into him, slamming into his shoulder hard enough to make him shift his stance. The bump was hard enough to make Kaiser stop, gently grabbing the front of your waist to stop you from continuing on walking. The man wasn’t small by any means–he was almost as tall as Kaiser, and with enough weight and muscle that would be dangerous if thrown around with a purpose. The smell of tequila immediately hit his nose, and he could see the guy barely managing to catch himself from falling. The drunk man turned around, his eyes faltering for a second before pinpointing on Kaiser.
“Whass—what’s your problem, man?” The drunk slurred, frowning like he was the one offended, his voice barely heard over the deafening music.
Kaiser exhaled through his nose. He really didn’t have the time or patience to deal with lowlife drunk idiots–and that description was being nice. Kaiser knew from the other man's stance, he wouldn’t let it go. “You walked into me,” His deep voice calm but firm, his grip on your dress tightening.
“So–so…you think you're some…tough guy, huh?” The man's words are slowed and drawn out, a sense of aggressive edge wedged in them that Kaiser instantly picked up on. His jaw tightened, his eyes sharpening tenfold, foul words quickly forming in the base of his throat. Yet it quickly dissipates when he hears you mumble something about wanting to go home, glancing at you before releasing the tension in his jaw. He doesn’t have time for this.
“Move out of my way. Now.”
It seems like your boyfriend's threatening words finally make you pay attention to the brewing confrontation, forcing yourself to sober up as much as you can to focus on his tension–filled words and the situation in front of you. And his response only seemed to piss the drunk man off more, his face twisting into a nasty scowl, side stepping to stand in front of your boyfriend, sizing him up.
“Nah, you...you don’t just get to walk away, bitch –”
The man puts a rough hand on Kaiser’s shoulder, gripping it in a hostile manner. By some miracle, he hasn’t just completely socked this man in the face. He’s eerily calm, his fist already balling, thinking about how he was going to break this guy's wrist if he didn’t let go in the next three seconds –
But before he could even move, you had snatched the man's wrist, twisting it off harshly with precision, making the man gasp. Kaiser didn’t even have time to process what you had just done before your heel came into hard contact with the man’s foot, making him yelp, loudly. But it was short–lived as it was quickly cut off by a drink to the face, a cup you must have snatched in the moment from someone’s hands on the dance floor.
The surrounding area had paused its flow, dozens of eyes looking on at the scene of this aggressive man who was soaked in sticky alcohol, the drunk girl responsible protectively standing in front of her boyfriend.
Kaiser was still surprised at your actions, but so entertained, letting you cuss this man out with a causal hand resting on your hip, as if consciously holding you back from doing anything else. The mean energy and adrenaline rush was still with you even as the man was escorted out the club by a bouncer. It was after the man had left you felt yourself being pulled gently through the crowd and out into the cool night of Berlin, before being hoisted up effortlessly off the ground and onto your boyfriend's back. Kaiser smirked to himself, still hearing you mumbling insults to yourself by his ear as he brought you back to his sports car. He didn’t bother ushering you into the passenger seat, letting you stay comfortably perked in his lap in the driver's instead.
“You know, I could’ve handled him by myself, mein liebling.” He muttered in your ear as he brushed some stray hair from your face, his cerulean eyes looking down at your drunken form. You mumbled something unintelligible to his ears, earning a soft chuckle from him, shaking his head at your adorableness before smoothly turning his keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life.
If you were this much of a troublemaker drunk, his mind already raced with how lethal sober you could’ve been.

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Hi!! Your rooftop smoke fic with Hoshina was just superb. 😭💖
Was wondering If could request a scenario where they had been mutually pining for one another. And they'd, on more than one occasion catch each other's eyes across the room. And a handful of people from the Defense Force notices. Cause could they be more obvious?
Whether that would end up angsty or with a happy ending is up to you! I love the way you write for Hoshina. You capture him pretty perfectly haha
Stay safe and healthy!!
notes: omg... thank you for your compliments... it means smsm! uhh... well. this kinda took on a life of its own, i'm sorry. i hope you don't mind ;-;;
say it! come on, say it!
soshiro hoshina x gn!reader alternatively: romcom except then i smacked it so hard with angst at the end. sorry. word count: 2400
“you need to close your mouth when you’re staring.” you feel the ice-cold touch of a can press against your cheek, and you shriek as you stare up at–
“ah, fuck. i’m not staring, narumi,” you mutter, taking the soda can from him. narumi seemed less than convinced, his eyes barely visible from underneath his bangs.
“o-kay. and you’re totally not ogling hoshina with googly eyes.” narumi cracks open his own soda, taking a long sip from the can. “why don’t you just date already? i’m gonna be honest, i’m sick of you looking at him like that. it’s boring, bland, predictable… fuckin’ hate that will they won’t they bullshit.”
“i can’t,” you complain dramatically.
hoshina, from the other side of the room, was talking to captain ashiro while examining some paperwork. occasionally, okonogi would come over, point out some new development, and there’d seem to be another heated debate between the three. you always liked seeing hoshina in his element—whether it be instructing other officers, training with his blades, or awkwardly not making eye contact with him when he spoke to you.
“like hell you can’t!” narumi hissed, reaching out to put you in a headlock. “stop looking at him like that!”
“like hell what? who’s looking at who?”
hoshina had come over, staring at the two of you, right as narumi’s arm was beginning to wrap around your neck. narumi immediately flew back from you as you laughed nervously.
“uhh, like hell i, umm…” you fumbled for an answer, staring up at hoshina nervously. why had he just come over? why was he looking at you like that? your lips quiver for a moment.
“oh, relax!” hoshina clapped you across the back, laughing. “you look so nervous! like you’ve just confessed you had some very, very personal feelings or something! that’s adorable…”
let me die, you think furtively as hoshina’s hand brushes your shoulder. narumi’s face was pinched.
“don’t let narumi bully you too much; he’s just a little lowlife, after all,” hoshina said with teasing venom in his voice.
“you bitch,” narumi growled. “i have no idea how they see anything in y—” his face paled as the words left his lips, and you think you almost see god for a minute. you hide your face with your hands, waiting for hoshina’s verdict, and you swear that the next moment you get, you were going to make narumi very sorry for spilling your metaphorical, hell, call them literal at this point, guts out in the open.
“hmm?” hoshina hums. the world fell silent—at least silent to you, in any case, your eardrums pounding in time with your heartbeat. “well—”
“vice captain hoshina!” mina ashiro’s voice was sharp and piercing. “time to go.”
“huh?” hoshina cocks his head. “ah, of course, captain. be right there!”
he turned to you and narumi with a small smile, one of his fangs peeking out for a moment before waving his fingers.
“see you.” he nods his head to you specifically before he turns away.
you wait until you are absolutely, absolutely sure he’s out of earshot before turning on narumi, throwing your soda can at his head.
“fuck!” narumi swore. “what the fuck was that for?”
“you idiot! why did you basically confess to him for me?!” you hiss. “i’m trying to count on you to not run your damn mouth!”
“hoshina’s an idiot,” narumi says sullenly. “i bet he didn’t even notice.”
[…]
the walk through the hallway was silent, up until—
“you’re red,” mina says, her hand reaching for her skirt pocket to pull out her phone.
“stop,” hoshina’s voice is strangled, far more strangled than he’d like it to be. “no, i’m serious. no photos. you’ll need to talk to my PR agent about that.” hoshina’s ears were tinged pink, and he raised his hands to try and hide the flush.
“hoshina,” okonogi sounded disapproving, “why don’t you just confess already? i’m getting tired watching you get so concerned over them…”
“ha! confess,” hoshina laughs. “and what good would that do? i’m not exactly peak romance material, you know this…”
“the only one not noticing that is you, hoshina,” mina mutters. “you get all sullen when they leave and happy when they come back, but you have to act like a… hmm… what does he act like, okonogi?”
hoshina’s eyes went wide as okonogi hummed.
“a cat!” okonogi declares emphatically.
“yes. you’re right,” mina says decisively. “that’s a good fit. you act like a cat about it. you try to—”
“stop. stop it, stop it, i don’t want to hear it. stop analyzing my personality. this isn’t some kind of joke,” hoshina says, his voice sounding more flustered as he went on. “they’re never gonna say yes. it’s stupid. confessing like this… it would only be a burden on all of us.”
mina and okonogi exchanged a look.
“besides, i’m a bad boyfriend. remember that last girl, from operations,” hoshina laughed. “broke her heart in three seconds flat.”
“… if i remember correctly, you liked her quite a lot, though,” okonogi said hesitantly.
“ha! so what if i did?” hoshina asked. “she only just left when i… hm.” his smile seemed to falter somewhat, but he laughed. “it’s fine. it’s fine. i’m fine.”
behind his back, mina and okonogi exchanged another look.
but his mind flickered back to his hand on your back, and wondered if you leaning into his touch was a fluke.
[…]
you stare at hoshina from across the room. he’s eating by himself, half a piece of melon bread in his mouth as he stared down at some papers in his hand. you’d have asked to sit next to him, if only you were braver. but you were a coward, so here you were. you stare down at your own food, tearing off a corner of the red bean bun you were eating, popping it in your mouth.
your crush on hoshina was about as subtle as a freight train. which is to say, you felt it coming on, and then by the time you’d fully reconciled it, you were already being run over repeatedly. it was just grappling, mostly, with how cool he was, endlessly.
you wondered what it would be like to live under the intensity of his stare, as it enveloped you whole.
would it be like a benevolent fire? or would he raze you so wholly that there’d be nothing left?
you wanted to find out. you wanted to find out, but you were so scared he’d burn you before you could even get close. but what was important was that hoshina, for sure, didn’t even bother to reciprocate your feelings. that’s what you were so sure of—because why would someone like him give you the pleasure of his time? surely his time was more valuable than wasting it on a nobody like you.
his intensity, sharpened to a fine point, was better spent figuring out how to permanently eradicate the kaiju threat altogether.
right?
you sighed miserably.
“now that sounds like a miserable sound to me,” hoshina’s voice rang out right next to your ear.
you nearly jumped out of your skin as soon as you heard his voice, too focused for a second on the soft, tickling sensation of his breath against the shell of your ear. your face bloomed bright red, and you immediately backed away from him, your heart pounding loudly in your chest.
“hoshina!” you stammer. “what—what are you doing?”
“eating?” hoshina raises his eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his lips. “noticed you were staring. take a picture, by the way, if you want. they do last longer than the momentary glances.” he sat down next to you, continuing to eat.
so he had noticed you staring.
“s-sorry. for staring,” you say.
“huh? why are you sorry?” hoshina asks, cocking his head at you, one of his eyes opening a bit wider. “i don’t mind. if i minded, i woulda said something.” your face flushed a little more at his words, and you looked away as he laughed.
“you really are cute,” he says fondly, reaching out a hand to pat your head.
… huh?
“what?” you ask weakly.
“huh? did i say something weird?” hoshina asks, the picture perfect image of innocence—or so you’d say, if his eyes weren’t narrowed at you, and the smile on his face a little too much like a smirk, waiting for how you’d react.
“no…? i guess? it’s just not something i thought you’d say. to me,” you say falteringly, looking away for a moment.
“mm. i guess i should make a habit of saying it more, huh?” hoshina teases, removing his hand from your head.
and as you fluster a little more, you curse god for your crush on soshiro hoshina.
[…]
“you need to quit fucking around,” narumi says, pointing a dumbbell at hoshina in the training room.
“fucking around? i’m doing nothing of the sort,” hoshina says, that mask of innocence still on his face. narumi’s brow furrows.
“sure, and you don’t also ogle… you need to get your shit together and confess, or swear to god, i’ll kill one of you. or, hell, why don’t we just kill both of you so i don’t have to fucking look at you?” narumi scoffs, anger spiking in his voice.
“ha, yeah, maybe if you do that i’ll finally be free from hearing your annoying, grating voice,” hoshina says, prodding narumi in the chest.
“yeah, but then you won’t confess your feelings and then i’ll have to die knowing i broke up a couple that hadn’t even gotten together,” narumi grumbles. “i’m not a monster.”
“huh?” hoshina asks.
narumi looked like he was about to blow a gasket.
“wait, so you didn’t know they reciprocate?”
“i–well, i… hoped?” hoshina says, realizing how stupid he must sound. his mind flit back to your reactions the past few days–hell, the past few weeks? maybe the past few months? “oh. shit.”
“oh. shit. indeed,” narumi mocks. “so, are you going to tell them?”
“i…” hoshina suddenly realized how terrified he was. his face paled, his hand coming up to his mouth. “i… shit. wait. this is–fuck. i…” he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs up past his face, a shaking sigh passing his lips. “no. this is… how would i even begin to explain it? i’m not… i can’t. i’m not–i can’t be a good partner. not in this line of work. my judgement could be compromised! that wouldn’t–”
“your judgement is already compromised,” narumi says, a bared snarl-turned-smile on his lips. “you know, hoshina. this is probably the most interesting you’ve ever been. you’re always facades, niceties. pretended you were untouchable, swimming in that sea of self-loathing and ineptitude. but maybe you’re beginning to live a little, aren’t you?”
hoshina’s eyes widened.
living?
[...]
it’d always come to the worst, you thought. you coughed up a mouthful of blood as another round of rubble began to creak overhead. you tried to force your body to move, and your suit pulsed in response to your movements, attempting to close the bloody gashes across your body from the kaiju attack.
“command, come in,” you gasped out, holding up a shaking hand to your in-ear. you winced as there was only a clicking static in response–was no one coming? were you all alone? were you going to die like this, your limbs barely even able to hold up their own weight even with most of your combat power unleashed? is this all you were good for? your knees buckled as you collapsed onto the ground, coughing out a mouthful of blood.
were you going to die like this?
you couldn’t.
you didn’t want to.
your vision swam a bit as you coughed out another mouthful of blood, your mind lingering.
hoshina had touched your back right before you’d left, a small smile crossing his face.
“don’t die,” he’d said.
and here you were, stumbling through the rubble, hurting so badly that you might as well be dead.
it was utterly and painfully cliche to think about letting hoshina down. you didn’t want to, and yet there was a horrifying possibility that you would. and as you buckled again, collapsing onto your knees, you coughed out another mouthful of blood.
fuck.
“command,” you repeated, in a weaker voice. “please. if someone–if anyone can hear me–i need help. suit damage is–” you cough again, wiping blood from your mouth. “--critical. please.”
and as your vision swam, you felt a hand press against your shoulder.
“there you are.”
you blinked hard, staring up at the face of soshiro hoshina, who’d pulled his mask off, leaning down to pull you into his arms.
“hoshina,” you whisper. “i’m sorry–i shouldn’t have… i got…”
“why are you apologizing?” hoshina asks, his voice sounding more choked than you’d like it to be.
“i didn’t mean to–i didn’t mean for this to happen.” you think you’re bleeding across hoshina’s suit, across his gloves as you press your head against his shoulder.
hoshina laughs desperately, wetly.
“you didn’t mean to–of course you didn’t mean to!” hoshina protests. “the attack was more than any of us could have predicted–of course you didn’t mean for any of this happen–i don’t want you to apologize for that.” his hand reaches up to swipe some blood away from your brow. “come on, love. i have to tell you how i feel–that bastard was right, after all. my judgement was compromised from the beginning, around you.”
“that bastard? narumi?” you ask, coughing a bit. why did it feel so cold? your eyes fluttered for a moment, “what does he have to do with any of this–”
“i love you,” hoshina says. “i’m sorry it took me this long to tell you. and i’m selfish, for waiting until you’re bloodied, like this, to tell you.” you didn’t like the desperate look in his eyes like he was convinced you were going to die. you leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“you bastard,” you muttered. “couldn’t you have thought up a better time and place for all of this?”
“no,” hoshina admits. “because i’m selfish, after all.” he smiles at you, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly. “come on. let’s get you to the medbay. i’m not letting you die on me yet.”
“okay,” you whispered weakly. “okay.”
#kaiju no 8#soshiro hoshina#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro x reader#kaiju no 8 x reader#x reader#kn8 x reader#my secret weapon... hoshina blast#i hope that narumi was written okay. i like writing dialogue banter. idk if u can tell. rolls my eyes
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hi! I love your work! I noticed you've been a fan of eujoo lately... me too :,) if you have time or are interested, how do you think the andteam members would act when they have a crush? thank you!



❥ How &Team would react to having a crush on you
(🥐) PAIRING . OT9 x fem!reader
(🥞) A/N . ANON. I LOVE YOUUU. and thank you so much for requesting this !! and yesss, byun euijoo has all I've been thinking about (he's so cute that I'm getting pissed off.)
(🍮) ADDITIONAL INFO . everything below is just cutesy filth.
Koga Yudai - K
hes actually quite shy surprisingly.
you'd expect him to be all like, "I like you!!" when he first realized that he thought more of you than just a friend.
but he's actually quite sheepish when it comes to you.
one glance from you has his heart pounding in his chest.
or one 'hi, yudai!' has his knees buckling.
he tries to make himself look and act perfect when being around you, deathly afraid of any mishaps happening bc all he wants is for you to think that he's cool :(
but he's so busy trying to perfect himself, that he fails to do the part where you had to be yourself.
"Yudai. You didn't need to do all of that if you wanted to impress me. You could've just asked me out." You smile fondly, combing back his curtain bands with your hand.
"I messed up my chance, didn't I?"
"Not yet."
Murata Fuma - Fuma
honestly not surprised when realizing.
he loves having you around with him and the guys,
or when you ask him to come over to help with some appliances.
He doesn't mind fixing them bc not only does he get to see you more, but he also doesn't want your place collapsing on you <3
you're independent, funny, and super sweet to anyone around you.
who wouldn't like you?
When he decided to go tell you,
he's SUPER straightforward.
"Y/n, the reason why I asked you to come see me today was because.. I found myself having feelings for you than I would for just a friend."
He knows what he wants, and he acts on it. he hates beating around the bush. (which is so attractive btw)
If he can have you as his now, why would he want to wait any longer?
"Oh! I.. wasn't expecting you to be so straightforward about it. Usually guys would just--"
"Well, I'm not like them." He chuckles, "I'm a man who knows how to treat a woman right."
Don't gotta say anymore, you're already planning a date with him.
(and possibly your guys's future together)
Wang Yixiang - Nicholas
he first realized he had a crush on you when the smallest things you'd usually do for him, start to have more of an effect on him.
like asking him if he had eaten yet, or grabbing an extra umbrella for him when it was going to rain.
YOU thought you were delusional-- no, HE'S delusional.
'she thought about me. omg, she wants me so bad, its embarrassing for her.'
NO. it's embarrassing for YOU, yixiang.
but he doesn't tell you right away, although his ways of showing that are teasing you even more than usual.
"no one wants to see you chowing down that, like calm down, no ones gonna take it from you." He snickers, finding joy in you glaring daggers at him.
"and no one wants to see that ugly face of yours, but hey, unfortunately, we all can't have what we want."
God. He's gonna marry you one day.
One day.
Byun Euijoo - Ej
SOOO shy whenever you walk into the room.
"Hi juju!" You greet happily, a bright smile over taking your face.
"Oh-! Uhm, hi.." He responds, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
HES SO AWKWARD THAT ITS CUTEEEE.
he's terrified that if the guys stopped talking, everyone, especially you, would hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest.
he truly finds you the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on, and unfortunately, Nicholas has to hear all about his fanboy behavior.
"Euijoo, buddy." The older clears his throat as his hand grasps euijoo's shoulder, "If you won't tell her, I will."
"You wouldn't.." Euijoo trails off, a hint of betrayal was clear in his tone.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that nicholas may not be joking.
"wait-- no, I-I'll tell her, okay?"
and surprisingly, he did.
you found it adorable btw when he confessed his feelings.
he was fumbling over his words and unintentionally avoided direct eye contact the whole time.
he was just so nervous :((
"juju, you're so cute. you know that, right?"
"ah.. really? thank you then 😊"
Nakakita Yuma - Yuma
honestly, i feel like he would be in denial at first.
BUT NOT IN A BAD WAY.
just more of a, 'what if she doesn't like me back? I don't want to ruin our friendship' type of denial.
So, he tries to suppress them.
How did that turn out?
He barely lasted a couple hours before going out to your place for dinner.
and you greeted him with open arms and a warm smile.
It took him some time to process that newfound feeling.
With the help of responsible fuma and surprisingly taki (I know. but I think that boy has some good advice), he was convinced to tell you how he truly felt.
"You know, make sure you're clear, okay? Don't be vague or ambiguous." Fuma hums, patting the boy's shoulder.
"But like, also be mysterious too! Girls dig that." Taki chimes in.
(okay, perhaps I take that back.)
Asakura Jo - Jo
shy boi #2
he would want to spend more time with you, actually.
I mean yes, he is afraid to confess because he fears rejection.
but like, he cares about you too much to be distant.
so he just accepted it and opted to spend his last few times with you as a friend until you eventually let him off.
but it kept going for longer and longer.
he questioned why. maybe you were just oblivious to his obvious crush on you?
Nope. You weren't oblivious.
You knew right from the get-go that Jo might've felt a different way.
How?
His more frequent visits, asking questions about hypothetically dating a guy who so happens to perfectly fit the description of him.
He's so cute.
Shigeta Harua - Harua
shy boi #3
but he's the most composed out of all the members (besides fuma)
He hides it so well because he makes it look like nothing changed about him.
but even if he doesn't show, he feels it ALL internally.
and poor you, you don't even notice at all.
"Harua! Want to go to this restaurant that just opened recently?"
"Oh,, as in, like a uh.."
"Like in what?" You question, attention focused on your phone that holds the restaurant's website in.
"Ah, nothing. Let's go!" He smiles, watching you slip on your shoes.
I'll tell her one day.
Takayma Riki - Taki
HES SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS, OML.
hes quite literally like a clingly puppy around you.
"Y/n! Where do you want to go today?" He'd question, eyes wide in anticipation.
"Oh, I was actually planning to stay home and just watch some TV-"
"I'll come accompany you!"
"Thanks.. Taki." You giggle, admiring his devotion to you.
"Should we get matching pj's for our sleepover?" Taki suggests.
"Oh, since when did I say you were sleeping over?"
But when you see that pout, you feel some heart strings being pulled.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, you can stay the night-- but NO matching pajamas.. yet."
"THERE'S A YET?!"
Hirota Maus Riki - Maki
just like K, he tries to play it cool.
But he doesn't go all out like the other.
He's actually hidden it pretty well, just like Harua.
You guys already established a friendship that deals with a lot of skinship.
You guys pretty much act like a couple, just without the title.
It's no surprise that either one of you starts to form a crush.
It's so normal, it just felt right.
But to his surprise, you were the one to confess first--
completely taking him off guard.
"Wait- no! I was going to tell you first!"
"Well, you took too long."
"I was literally going to tell you 10 seconds ago."
"Yeah right."
"..."
"..."
"Want to go get some Ice cream?" Maki suggests, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, duh."
(all of the boys coo how cute you guys are <33)
#nanasofthours'🌸#&team#&team fluff#&team headcanons#&team oneshots#&team imagines#&team x reader#&team scenarios#&team fanfic#&team fanfiction#&team ff#&team k#byun euijoo#&team nicholas#&team fuma#&team jo#&team taki#&team harua#&team maki#&team ej#&team yuma#&team smau#kpop#jpop#anon ask#thanks anon!
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A/N omg the moment we have all been waiting for. this series is almost over im so SAD. also i took a little break but it was very needed i feel so rejuvenated. i hope you all enjoy, IMPORTANT TEXT and a silly insta story at the bottom!
Pt.21 “Prime bo2 Days"
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Toge guides you through a sea of trees and foliage. For a moment you wonder if the two of you might get lost but you trust him. He did grow up around here, after all. He even ignores your jokes about him dragging you out there to kill you, you laugh nervously at the silence. But finally you arrive to the intended destination, a beautiful field full of flowers, clear of the towering trees which take up most of the area. You look around in awe, eyes widening as Toge is clearly pleased that you like it out here. Rolling out the blanket he had been carrying you find your seats, deciding to wait a bit longer before opening up your snacks. You brought some stuff for the two of you to paint, smashed in your backpack which miraculously fit the star shaped stencils you bought months ago at some craft store as well as a 16 pack of paint along with a few brushes.
"Oh my godd we're like Bella and Edward right now" You joke.
Toge's face is one of visible distaste. You gasp, taking full offense at his reaction. "Twilight hate is so forced, it's just a fun silly story"
'Don't ruin the moment'
The two of you start your masterpieces, both agreeing to wait until you're finished to show each other. You paint your friend group, for some reason you are more than halfway through when you realize you made Toge smaller than anyone else, even you. Oops, hopefully he doesn't notice. You put a lot of thought into it, making cute little hearts between you and Toge-the two of you are holding hands.
He finishes long before you do, only using about half the colors you did. He used a lot of red, you notice. And as he waits for you to finish up he watches your every move, breath catching in his throat because you look so pretty. He still wonders how he got someone as gorgeous as you to like him. Smiling to himself he realizes if this had been a year ago he would cower away at the thought of liking someone. Hating the idea of having someone make you feel so warm and fuzzy that you don't even bother to think about the cringe aspect of it. Inumaki is blushing, mind racing as his heartbeat booms in his ear drums.
He has never asked a girl out before, he hopes it goes good. That the two of you will have a nice story to tell whenever people ask how you got together. The thought of you being his makes him ease up a bit, he just hopes you like it. That he is romantic enough, that you aren't expecting something bigger. He hopes he will be enough for you.
"Okay! Im done!" You snap him out of his thoughts, diverting your attentions back to the canvases. Holding yours close to your chest you both agree to flip them on three.
You count down, flipping it excitedly. However the grin on your face drops when you take a closer look at his picture. Ha snatches yours out of your hands and you do the same. Narrowing your eyes you see two similar figures fighting, one of them stomping the other to the ground. There is lots of blood, it's quite graphic really. "Uhhh what the hell is this?"
Inumaki scoffs, looking down at yours. 'What's this?' He signs rather quickly. 'Why am I so small?'
You laugh, shrugging your shoulders as you try to play it off. "I don't know it just happened...you were the first person I made and I just wanted to have enough room"
He sighs, trying to hide his smile as he looks at the two of you in the picture. Holding hands in the midst of a sea of hearts. 'Cute....I guess'
"You guess?!" You feel insulted. "What about this?! You painted straight gore!" Tilting it back to your gaze you take another look at it.
'It's me!' He explains, pointing at the figure on top. Makes sense, you guess. It is hard to tell with the rudimentary scribbles. 'And I'm beating up...' He pauses, unable to explain any further using sign language.
You gasp, realizing the other figure is wearing a police uniform. "Is that Leon Kennedy?! Are you killing Leon Kennedy?!"
Toge seems very pleased with himself, arms crossed as he nods proudly. You keep up the annoyed facade as long as you can. But the more you look at it, the funnier it is. "Oh my godd I can't with you" You giggle, pointing at the way he is about to curbstomp on Racoon City's finest Police Officer.
'You like?'
You nod, smiling as you consider where you are going to hang it up in your dorm when you get back. This is something you'd like to keep forever. "I love it" You snicker.
The two of you laugh in unison, Toge scoots closer and plants a soft kiss on your lips. He pushes the materials out of the way, careful to not make a mess yet eager to cuddle up next to you. Not minding the bugs which may be crawling beneath you. He is comfortable, so long as you are right there with him. He pulls you even closer, setting your legs in his lap as an arm wraps around your waste. Breathing in your sweet fragrance which has become his favorite smell in the whole world. He sniffs the nape of your neck, groaning because it is just so satisfying to him. You giggle, his hairs tickling your shoulder.
"You're so weird" You speak in reference to how he will just randomly walk up and sniff you during all hours of the day.
So he does it again, more exaggerated this time and you giggle. 'Not my fault' He signs. 'You smell so good'
In the familiarity of his arms you remain, watching the flowers rustle in the slight wind which has picked up. Eyes dart up to a few birds which pass by. It is all so peaceful, far away from most civilization-not a single curse in sight. It makes you long for more days like this, ones without sorcery. He places random kisses wherever he feels like it, sometimes catching your lips, sometimes your neck. A few times he even picks up your hands and places soft pecks on your fingers.
He is obsessed with you. You have consumed his entire mind for months by now. He needs you to be his, the same way he needs air to breathe. His body tenses up beneath you, lavender eyes dart over to you a few times. He looks like he wants to say something yet is talking himself out of it. You can feel his heartbeat drumming in his chest, placing a hand flat on the skin to feel it.
"What's wrong?" You question, running a finger through some of his smooth locks. He has his hair down today, makes it easier for you to run your hands through. "Am I making you nervous?" You tease.
But be nods, frantically. Yes, you are making him very nervous right now. Throwing all your beauty right in his face, he is on the verge of shaking. It just doesn't make sense for a guy like him to be with a girl like you (not in his mind at least) but that does not mean it will stop him from asking.
He looks away, sighing deeply as he closes his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck is what he wants to say. But he must calm down or else this will not work. He zeros in on the thought of you, of the cursed speech which has plagued his entire life. He thinks about those days he spent practicing with Yuuta and Panda, the mornings spent speaking the mantra to himself as he brushes his teeth and gets ready for the day. All the nights he repeated it all for the hopes that for once, the cursed energy would just go away.
His eyes are scrunched shut in pure concentration. Please, please work. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
Nothing but silence fills his ears. Fuck, he's cursed you. Yet he looks over to see you with the most shocked expression on your face, mouth and eyes wide open, a hand goes up to your lips. "W-what did you just say?"
You could have sworn you just heard him talk, like actually talk. You swear he just asked you to be his girlfriend. "Ohmygod Toge!"
'It's all I can say' He signs as fast as he can, he'd hate for you to get too excited and expect him to say more.
You squeal, the realization kicks in as you throw your arms around his neck. Placing multiple wet kisses on the side of his face exaggeratedly, a loud 'muah!' as you filter through each one. "Say it again"
Shit. His heart is beating to fast again. He needs to focus, so he holds up a finger, looking away again. He is trying to focus but you just have him so distracted. Maybe he should not look away, perhaps you can provide all the engrossment necessary. Toge breathes in deep, looking you directly in your eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?" His words are rushed yet you understand completely.
He does not expect you to practically tackle him, smothering him in kisses-in your love. "Of course I will!" You gush, hugging him excitedly. "Y-you learned that for me?" You ask in disbelief, tears of nothing but joy and pride welling in your eyes.
He nods and you kiss him again, the thought of being overbearing is not a concern. Not when you feel so excited and special. "Oh, I'm so lucky Toge" You grin.
You must have given him a million more kisses after that.
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I got this ideaaaa and ur the best ever so I had to ask, so reader is an actress who’s maybe just blown up or something and is super popular, and Matt has a crush on her but being him he makes Nick dm her for a collab?? And then they rlly like each other upon meeting idkkkk I prob need therapy
omg, i love it!! i hope you like it <3
think i'll make it a series or something
Someone To You ➵ Matt Sturniolo
001. ONE ── the dm

The warm, golden glow of the California sun streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Matt’s messy hair as he hunched over the kitchen counter, eyes glued to Nick’s phone. His stomach did a nervous flip.
“Dude, relax,” Nick chuckled, giving his brother a light nudge with his elbow. “I swear, you’re acting like I just asked her out for you. It’s just a collab.”
Matt swallowed, running a hand through his hair. The screen now displayed your name with a little blue checkmark, a testament to how far you’d come. The star of the latest indie blockbuster that had critics raving and fans obsessing. You were the actress everyone wanted to work with—and Matt had been quietly harboring a crush on you since the early days, long before the mainstream spotlight hit.
“I know,” Matt muttered, the tips of his ears turning red. He looked up at Nick, who wore a mischievous grin. “It’s just… she’s probably too busy or already has a million offers. I mean, why would she even look at this?”
Nick rolled his eyes dramatically, snatching Matt’s phone and tossing it onto the couch where Chris was lounging, half-listening with a smirk. “You’re overthinking this, man. She’s cool, and besides, who wouldn’t want to hang with the Sturniolo Triplets?”
Before Matt could protest further, the soft chime of another notification filled the air, cutting through their banter. Three heads turned to the phone as if it were a ticking time bomb. Chris lunged first, scooping it up with a triumphant laugh.
“She replied,” Chris said, voice mockingly high-pitched as he faked disbelief. “And guess what, she’s in.”
The room stilled for a moment, a wave of silence where the only noise was Matt’s heartbeat pounding in his ears. You’d said yes. The girl who dazzled audiences and commanded every interview had replied to their casual request, wanting to collaborate with them.
“Read it,” Matt blurted, nerves winning over any attempt to sound calm.
Chris cleared his throat for effect, eyes sparkling as he read, “‘Hey! I’d love to collab. Let me know when you’re free. Heard a lot about you guys.’” He looked up, his face splitting into a teasing grin. “She heard a lot about us, Matt. Wonder why that is?”
Nick and Chris laughed, their teasing jabs soft but relentless, while Matt stood there, stunned and grinning despite himself. The thought that you, someone he’d admired from a distance for so long, would soon be sitting across from him, sharing laughs, possibly noticing the way his eyes would always find yours—was something he wasn’t sure he’d fully prepared for.
“Looks like we’re booking a shoot,” Nick said, smacking Matt on the back, a conspiratorial twinkle in his eye. “And maybe we’ll see if this is the start of more than just a video.”
Matt couldn’t help but laugh, the nerves lifting just enough for excitement to set in. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something he’d only ever dreamed of.

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Daddy | D.P.
Summary: I was wondering if i could request a reader calling Damian Daddy during Thanksgiving dinner or while handing out presents to everyone on Christmas? 18+.
Author's Note: Starts with smut to kind of set the "omg how embarrassing would it be if you said that in front of your dad," mood. Also, I wanted to write smut. 😂🤣
Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️
Requested by: @eringobragh420
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As always, requests are open! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ❤️
Y/N's knees were bent close to the side of the bed. Hands gripped the sheets below her. Her face laid against a pillow. Eyes partially rolled back in ecstasy.
Damian thrusted inside of her. His fingers wrapped around her waist. The tips of two of his fingers played with her clit. He cursed as she tightened around him.
"You quiet tonight," the New York accent noticed.
She blushed darkly. They were staying at a hotel for a few days. Thanksgiving was the next day, and they had plans to see her family. Y/N didn't want to wake up the neighbors.
"That simply won't do. I want them to know who makes you feel this good,"
"Y-you do," she stammered weakly.
"I need more than that," he told her flatly.
Damian pulled out much to her dismay. He arched her back. When he thrusted back in, he went deeper. His fingers toyed with her bundle of nerves. "Who makes you feel like this?"
"Damian," she moaned louder.
Still not content with her answer, he pulled back just enough so that only the head of his dick was inside of her. Damian thrusted forward roughly. The bed under them scraped loudly against the floor.
Y/N clenched around him. "Daddy!"
"That's my good girl,"
When they finished, Damian took care of her. He slid under the covers with her and kissed her temple. She laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat started to cause her to fall asleep.
A chuckle of his caused her to stir a little. "Make sure not to say that at the dinner table tomorrow. That would be something. How embarrassing,"
She hummed in agreement and fell asleep.
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Y/N's parents loved Damian. He was a good man who was madly in love with their daughter. What wasn't there to like? They invited him to Thanksgiving dinner when they first met him months ago.
After saying grace at the table, they decided to dig in. Her nieces and nephews sat around Damian at the table. They wanted to ask him all the questions about working as a wrestler.
"Alright, guys, enough. Let Damian eat, and then he will answer all your questions," Y/N told them. The kids complained but obliged to her request. Damian whispered a 'thank you' to her.
"Of course. Can you please pass the mashed potatoes, Daddy? Those are my favorite,"
The chatter at the table stopped. Utensils clicked against the dishes. Damian was motionless at Y/N's slip up. The bowl of mashed potatoes rested in his hands. She didn't seem to notice her own mistake.
"Oh, thanks, babe," she smiled. "These are my grandma's recipes. The absolute best mashed potatoes you will ever have,"
Y/N finally noticed the family staring at her in shock.
"Damn sis," one of her siblings laughed. "I didn't know you were like that now,"
"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.
Before anyone could answer, her youngest niece beat them to the punch. "Mommy, I thought that Grandpa was her daddy. Is that man her daddy now?"
The table erupted in laughter. Y/N and Damian blushed.
"I guess at certain times they are," Y/N's brother answered. The table laughed again. Even her father chuckled some as he cut the slice of turkey on his plate.
Damian and Y/N looked at each other with a blush. They knew they were going to hear this story for the rest of the lives.
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omg hi! I love your writing so much and I’ve seen that you asked for doctor Remus requests and he’s on my mind day and night, I simply love how you write him. I don’t know if it’s a thing in other countries as well but in mine you have to go to the doctors around your birthday for like check ups and stuff like that, mine is coming up and I’m already dreading it (mostly because of the blood test, I end up fainting every time😣) but I’m sure it would be better if it was with Remus instead🥰
Thanks for requesting sweetheart, hope it goes okay!!
cw: description of anxiety, mention of needle, implied blood
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 972 words
The doctor’s voice is so soothing you keep almost forgetting where you are. You don’t even think he’s doing it on purpose.
“Alright.” He catches your ankle before you can kick him, sharing a smile with you as he pockets the small mallet he’s been using to test your reflexes. “Everything seems perfect.”
“Thanks,” you say, then feel stupid.
You don’t know why you’re acting like he’s complimented you. You’re getting flustered by his raspy timbre and attractive hands (which had, just a few minutes before, felt gently along your neck and the underside of your jaw like you were a thing to be treated with care. Not that that’s important). The doctor—Remus, he’d told you to call him—smiles politely anyway.
“All that’s left to do is get you sorted at the lab,” he says, typing something quickly into his computer, “and then you’re free to go. Ready?”
“Um, yeah.” It’s a struggle to hear yourself over the beating of your heart. You can only hope you sound normal. You’d known this was coming, and still it’s giving you the cold sweats. “I just feel like I should maybe warn you, I tend not to do well with the blood test.”
He glances over. “You’ve had problems before?”
“I sometimes faint.” Your foot starts jiggling of its own accord. You don’t notice until Remus’ gaze drops to it. You stop. “Every time, actually.”
“That’s fine,” he says, straightening and turning away from the computer. “In that case, I’ll probably keep you in here so we can do it with you lying down. Does that sound alright?”
You blink. “Um, sure.”
The nerves are hard to miss in your voice now, and you can’t quite meet Remus’ eyes as he directs a gentle smile your way. He gives your knee a squeeze on his way to the door.
“I’m going to go get some things,” he tells you. “I’ll be back soon, but while I’m gone I just want you to practice taking some deep breaths, yeah?”
You nod. Another flash of that small, reassuring smile as he goes out the door.
You try to do as he says, forcing your lungs to fill and then empty and attempting to ignore the pounding of your heartbeat. You can feel it in your face, in your temples, in your teeth. You’ll think you’re starting to get it to slow, and then a pair of footsteps will come down the hall and it’ll speed right back up again.
It’s almost a relief when Remus comes back, putting an end to your apprehensive torment.
“You can go ahead and lay back, love,” he says, holding the supplies low where you can hardly see them, and you take care not to try. The paper crinkles underneath you as you flatten out on your back. Remus chuckles when it tears a bit and you wince. “You’re fine, it can’t be helped. I’m just going to feel for a vein, alright? Not doing anything just yet.”
You keep your gaze on the ceiling as his gloved finger probes gently at the crook of your elbow. It’s hopelessly plain and undiverting up there, no tiles to count or anything.
“How are you feeling?” Remus asks conversationally.
“Okay.” Your voice comes out with a bit of squeak to it, not entirely convincing.
“Keep breathing for me.” The warmth of his touch leaves, and then a rubbery tourniquet is being tied around your arm. “I don’t want you to worry about fainting. It’s perfectly alright if you do, but we’re going to do our best to keep that from happening, okay?”
You nod. “Okay.”
“Good, just try and stay relaxed.” His voice drops lower, and now you know the soothing effect is intentional, each of his words mellow and mollifying. “Any plans for after you leave here?”
“I, um.” You tense when you feel the cold wipe swipe over your elbow. Remus thumbs over your forearm calmingly. “I don’t know.”
“Seems like you deserve a sweet or something after this, yeah? What sort of things do you like?”
“I did buy myself ice cream,” you admit, “to have after I get home.”
“Smart girl.” There’s a smile in Remus’ voice. You’re tempted to lift your head and see it for yourself, but you don’t. “I like the pre-planning. What kind is it?”
You feel the odd bite of the needle into your skin, and your breath catches.
“You’re alright,” he promises you, rubbing the inside of your forearm again. “What kind of ice cream did you get, sweetheart?”
You swallow. “It’s that new, fancy gelato kind.” Your voice sounds higher than before.
“Oh, I haven’t tried that yet. What flavor?”
You’re starting to get a bit dizzy. “Chocolate cherry?”
“That sounds fantastic. I’m quite partial to chocolate myself.” You feel something shift, and Remus says, “Nearly done. You might be convincing me to pick some of that up. You’ll have to come back here and give me your thoughts once you’ve finished it.”
You laugh a little, and he echoes it.
“Keep still,” he reminds you.
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t be.” You feel the needle come out. It surprises you, a quiet whimper slipping from inside your throat. He tsks kindly. “All done, love. You did really well.”
“Seriously?” You lift your head, and Remus’ eyes are faintly amused as they meet yours. He’s sticking a bandage over your arm.
“Very seriously,” he confirms. “You did beautifully. That ice cream is well deserved.”
The laugh that leaves you is light and pitchy with disbelief. “Thank you. I really owe you your own ice cream, after this.”
He wraps a hand around your elbow, helping you to sit back up. “Careful,” he says lightly, “I might hold you to that. Next time I see you, I’ll be expecting a detailed review at the least.”
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