#i'll feel SO HOT when i finish tho

[eikichi-supremacy]

me trying not to check for the fourteenth time that the thing brushing against my arm is in fact my earbuds wire and not the biggest cockroach known to man

[youreverydayfangirl]

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pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she's adjusted to a new life, she begins to let out her feelings and she meets someone new

warning: none i think this is a pretty cute chapter, maybe alchohol

a/n: another post omg?????

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f1gossip Rumour has it that World Champion Max Verstappen and girlfriend Kelly Piquet have called it quits. The pair was last seen in Febuary earlier this year but an inside source reports they've been broken up since December. Thoughts?

user1 FINALLY

user2 not sure if this is really shocking to anyone

user3 NONONO THEY CANT BE

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"Y/n. Hurry up please." Y/n rolled her eyes slightly at the persistence of her best friend who had literally just finished getting ready.

"I'm coming," Y/n replied, rolling her eyes with a grin. Tonight was Charles' 27th birthday, and they were all headed out to celebrate. When Y/n finally stepped out, Alex gave a low whistle.

"Wow, Y/n, you look amazing," she said, looking her up and down.

"Yeah, yeah," Y/n replied with a playful smile. "Where's the birthday boy? He can't be running late on his own night."

"Later than you are, which is ironic since he calls me the diva," Alex laughed, wrapping her arms around Y/n.

When Charles finally finished getting ready to go, the trio made their way to the car and headed to the small club Charles had booked for the night. As they drove, Y/n felt a quiet sense of peace settle over her, as if everything in her life might just be okay from here on out.

Arriving at the club, Y/n was greeted by a wave of familiar faces, triggering a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. Many of the people here were mutual friends she hadn’t seen since the breakup with Lando. They hadn’t necessarily taken sides, but after the split, they had drifted out of her life. She politely greeted a few, already dreading the day ahead.

As she made her way to get a drink Y/n bumped into someone, "Oh sorry I- Carlos." She said, suddenly feeling a very strong sense of uncomfort around herself. Whilst her and Carlos were very close during her relationship with Lando, Carlos picked his side and seemed to hate Y/n for it.

"Y/n," he replied sharply, his accent thick with a drunken edge. "How have you been?"

"Fine, thanks," she answered, keeping her tone polite. Before he could continue Charles appeared out of nowhere, throwing an arm around both of them. Whether he knew it or not, he relived the tension and Y/n was grateful for the interruption.

At the sight of his drunk friend, a huge smile spread across Carlos' face, and the two fell into more animated conversation. Y/n found her thoughts drifting. After saying she needed some air, Y/n slipped away and made her way to the balcony, leaning against the railing.

She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice the soft click of the door opening.

"Oh, sorry... I didn’t realize anyone was out here," an awkward voice said, breaking the quiet. Y/n turned, a bit startled, and found herself face to face with someone she vaguely recognized but had barely spoken to, Max.

God, he’s gorgeous. It was the first thought that popped into her mind. His green eyes caught the light with a slight glitter, and a small, warm smile curved his lips. If looks could kill, she thought, feeling her cheeks warm. He was effortlessly handsome, too handsome, in fact.

As they shared a brief, almost charged silence, Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if he had a girlfriend, or how many hearts he’d broken along the way. Max cleared his throat, shifting his weight a little.

"Y/n," he greeted, straightening his back. She returned his smile, small but genuine. "You look great."

A small smile spread across her face, "Um thanks, you too."

"How’s Gizmo?" Max asked with a soft smile, moving to stand closer to her. Suddenly, any lingering awkwardness between them melted away.

"Um hes good." Y/n said, perking up at the mention of her cat. Something about that simple question made Y/n feel more comforted in his presence. Most people would ask how was she doing or ask about her music. But Max seemed more interested in the little things, who she was.

They slipped into an easy rhythm of conversation, eventually settling down on the balcony with their backs against the wall, the quiet hum of the party inside fading into background noise.

"So," Max began, a faint curiosity in his eyes, "are you seeing anyone at the moment?" His tone was casual, but there was something unguarded about the question that made her laugh.

"After everything that’s happened? Do you think anyone would want to date me?" she replied with a playful smile, although her tone held something else.

Max’s gaze softened. "Why wouldn’t they? You’re stunning, and you’ve got the personality to match."

"Haven't you heard what they’ve been calling me?" She tilted her head, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"I don’t make a habit of listening to the media," he said, shrugging. "I’d rather form my own perspective." His words were calm, but there was something unwavering in the way he looked at her, something that made her heart stumble in her chest.

She glanced away, her cheeks warming. "I don’t know how true that is," she mumbled, a bit embarrassed.

Max leaned a little closer, his gaze never leaving her face. "Oh, come on. I bet you’ve stolen a lot of hearts."

The way he was looking at her, intensely, with a hint of admiration, made her feel as if she needed to break eye contact, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to.

Just as she was about to respond, the door opened, and Kika’s voice floated over. "Y/n! Come on, come dance!"

Y/n smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. "Just a minute," she called back, then turned to Max. "I guess I’ll see you around?"

Max’s eyes sparkled, and he gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Trust me, you will."

A few shots later Y/n found herself looking for a place to sit and gather herself for a minute. As she turned around the room she noticed him sitting on a barstool and made her way over to him.

"Not enjoying yourself?" She asked him and he instantly perked up at her voice. Something that he internally scolded him self for, don't make yourself seem desperate Max.

"No, I am," he replied, smiling, "just not a heavy drinker." He turned on the stool to face her fully, his posture relaxing as he settled into their conversation.

Suddenly, a familiar song came blaring through the speakers, "I love this song!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. Before she could say anything else, Max held out a hand, a playful smile on his lips.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, the formality in his tone nearly too gentlemanly for the club setting.

She gave him a soft smile and slid her hand into his. "Lead the way."

They wove through the crowd and onto the dance floor, where the music enveloped them. As they moved together, Max leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You know, you never answered my question. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

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charles to max

y/n and max

Unknown has been changed to Max

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[leviismybby]

You watch as Levi does push ups, his shirt was soaked by sweat, it was very warm outside and he has been working out for at least an hour now, he looked so good. When he finishes he looks over at you on the bench and approches you, his eyes running open and down your body tho his expression stays the same. "Here." You throw him a water and he easily catches the flask, sweat running down his biceps. He takes a sip before taking a seat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "How long have you been watching me?" Levi is aware that you love watching him work out, you always did even before you two got together. "Enough to let you have your way with me right now." That gets a slight eyebrow raise from him. "Hope you're not saying that just for a fucking show."

And oh boy you didn't, Levi's hand was over your mouth as you were facing the bookshelf while he was pouding you hard. You grabbed the wood tightly, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit your spot. The library wasn't the best place to have sex but Levi was too eager to wait. "Atta girl. Always taking my cock so well." He grunts, his other hand squeezing your breast, his thrusts getting more erratic. He spins you around and quickly pins your back against the shelf, his hands spreading your legs pulling up up and keeping you against the bookcase as he continued to fuck you hard. Your lips meet in a fierce kiss, his tongue immediately making it's way to your mouth, few books fall off the shelves when Levi speeds up. "Fuck...your pussy feels so fucking good..." He grunts between hot kisses, his abs clench when your nails tug on his shirt. You bite his lower lip when your walls clench around him and you cum, your legs shake slightly but Levi isn't letting you down. "Aww you think I am done with you? How cute. I'll continue fucking you until you can't walk, princess."

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞・𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jude is your boss. You're his assistant. He deserately wants to take you out on a date but you don't want to.. maybe

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boss! Jude x assistant! Reader(first person)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: coworker relationship, SMUT, intercourse(unprotected), a little bit of dirty talking, cursing

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: trying something different. idk but I love the way I wrote this tho

Enjoy

stacks of papers pilled up on my desk made me exhale loudly. I just got into work and this is what I'm faced with. Great.

I slung my purse to the floor and took a seat in my hard chair. As I opened my laptop the door in front of me opened up. Jude, my boss, walked out taking a look over at me.

He's been my boss for the past two months now. Ever since our old CEO stepped down, he has been filling in.

Jude wasn't a bad boss. He never yelled, he always made me feel comfortable, and allowed me to work at my own pace. but there was just one small issue with having him as my boss.

He's was so damn hot.

His face was like a Greek god. He was tall, He always looked amazing in whatever suit he wore, his hair and skin so perfect. Today was no different.

When he walked up to my desk, he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes and that amazing smirk of his. I subconsciously squeezed my legs shut. Thankfully he couldn't see it as I did so.

“Good morning Mr. Bellingham.”

I tore my eyes from his and looked down at the files in front of me.

“You got a lot to do.” he said to me. I laugh, looking up at him. “Yep. I noticed.”

“Ok well I'm going to let you get on to them. I'm going to take a few calls. Lemme know if you need anything.”

I nodded, smiling slightly at him. Jude turned back around heading back into his office. When the door shut I exhaled and leaned back into my chair.

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It was now 5pm. The winter sun was now set leaving the outside world dark, but this office was sill open. I had answered several emails, took several calls and filled out several filles by now.

Jude was still very much in his office. I haven't seen him much today only because he was busy taking calls.

I got up walking to Jude's office. I knocked before opening the door. Jude was sitting at his desk in his white button up shirt, his suit top sitting on the back off his chair. When he noticed me he looked from whatever he was doing on his computer.

“Hi I just wanted to check in on you.”

Jude smiled at me and nodded. “Yeah I'm doing pretty good.”

“Ok well I finished everything, I'm going to head out. I'll catch you tomorrow.” As I was ready to Leave the doorway, Jude stopped me.

“Y/n.”

I turned back to him. “Yes?”

Jude motioned for me to come over to his desk which I did. I took a seat in the chair across from him. “yes?”

“I just want to ask you what you're doing tonight?”

He looked at me waiting for me to answer. I sat there confused. “Well I'm not doing anything. Just going home. Why are you asking?”

Jude tore his eyes from me. “I was thinking we could go to dinner.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as he said that. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Jude squeezed his lips together. It was an obvious yes.

“Yeah, but it doesn't have to.” Jude leaned back in his chair. “We can go as co workers.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean.. you're my boss.”

Jude nodded. I can see the light leaving his eyes making me feel a little bit guilty.

“You're right. Well I'm not going to hold you for long. You can go.”

I stood up walking over out the door. I grabbed my things and walked to the elevator. As I waited for it to come to our floor my mind started to race. Did I really not want to go on a date with him? I mean he's my boss but still he's fucking hot and I can't deny I thought about him a lot over these past two months.

The elevator dinging pulled me away from my thoughts. I stepped in. My fingers hovered over the button.

Should I or should I not?

I groaned out a fuck and stepped out of the elevator. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to Jude's office.

I opened the door.

“Fine, I'll go on a date with you.”

Jude looked over at me, eyes wide. “you will?”

“Yes. But no one can know.”

Jude stood up. “Ok, nobody has to know.”

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I was now sitting in Jude's car as he drove wherever he was going to take me. We haven't said a word since leaving the office. I was feel nervous but at the same time excited.

Jude pulled into a restaurant that looked extremely expensive.

“Ok we're here” Jude unbuckled his seatbelt. I did the same. Jude got out before me, walking to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, muttering a small thank you.

We walked into the restaurant and got seated by one of the waitress.

“Wow this is nice.” I took a look around taking it all in.

“Yeah this is one of the best restaurants in town.” Jude smiling at me made my face heat up. It was such a beautiful sight. I quickly looked down at my menu and began to look at everything on there.

The waitress soon came to our table taking our orders. When they left Jude began to talk. “So what made you change your mind?”

I looked at him confused.

“Out with me.” he answered understanding my confusion.

“Oh right. I don't know.. I just thought why the hell not you know.” I laughed awkwardly mentally cursing myself.

“Well I'm happy you came. I've been dying to take you out.”

Before I could ask him to explain the waitress returned with our drinks. I smiled at her, muttering a thank you before she left again.

“You've been dying to take me out?”

Jude nodded. He stopped making eye contact with me as I can tell he was growing embarrassed. I smiled.

Yeah. Have you seen yourself. You're… fucking stunning.”

My cheeks heated up at his words. “Really?”

“Yes absolutely.” Jude reached over, grabbing my hand that was sitting on the table. Butterflies filled my stomach making me tear my eyes from his.

“No no look at me.”

I look back up at Jude. “you don't believe me?”

“Well nobody has ever told me that before so yeah I guess I don't.” I tilted my head to the side as I spoke. Jude hummed understanding. His hands burned into mines as he continued to hold them.

It wasn't long before our food came. We are and made small talk with one another. I'm very happy with the fact I decided to come out with Jude tonight.

When we walked back to his car, Jude's arms circled my waist. I smiled leaning into his side. Jude helped me back into the passengers seat before he got into the drivers seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence till Jude reached my apartment.

“Do you wanna come up? I have a bottle of wine I haven't opened yes.”

Jude nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. I got out and Jude followed me up to my apartment.

I walked in to my apartment after unlocking the door, When the door shut behind Jude I turned to him. The way he was looking at me tells me he wasn't there for simply wine.

He stepped closer to me to the point his forehead was resting on mines. My heart thumped against my chest as our nose brushed.

“Can I kiss you?”

Just fucking do it already. “Yes you can.”

Jude didn't need to be told twice. His lips pressed against mines in a instant. I shut my eyes letting my lips sync with his. God his kissing was better than I imagined. I felt woozy right now.

His hands found my waist pulling me closer to his waist. I could feel something pressed against me.

“Are you hard?” I asked when I pulled. “What do you think?” Jude's lips found my neck. I smirk pushing him off of me. “follow me.”

I grab Jude's hand leading him to my bedroom. I kicked off my heels along the way. When we got to my room I pushed Jude onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him, my lips finding his instantly. A moan fell from my throat as our tongues collided with one anothers, fighting to explore each other's mouths.

I grind my hips against Jude's boner earning a groan from him. His hands found my waist and slowly started to guide me.

I clenched around nothing as I moved slowly against him. The feeling of his rough pants mixed with my thin panties made me pull away and bury my face into Jude's neck as a moan spilled from my lips.

“I need to be inside you so bad.” Jude whispered in my ear as he still guided me. I sat up and tugged off my shirt. My hands found Jude's suit pants. I tugged down the zipper. Jude helped me pull down his pants and then his boxers.

Now it was my turn; I pulled off my dress leaving me in my black laced bra and panties. Jude sat up slightly leaving kisses on top of my breast.

I bite my bottom lip as he inched closer and closer to where I wanted him to be.

Jude's hands reached around my back and he unclamped my bra allowing my breast to spill out. Instantly his mouth closed around my nipple right after his tongue lapped at the bud.

A crying moan fell from my lips. It's been a while since I had sex. My mind was all over the place in a good way. I needed this badly.

jude pulled away looking up at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this love? There's no going back after this?”

Yes I'm absolutely positivity sure I want to do this. “Yes I'm sure.”

“Ok take off your panties.”

I did as Jude said pulling off my panties that were now soaked. Here I was completely bare in front of him. I felt nervous but I didn't let him notice.

Jude pulled me back on top off him. He lined himself up with me and before he pushed into me he looked at me for permission. I nodded slight and then it was game over.

My eyes fell shut as he stretched me out going further and further. When I was sure he wasn't going any further and began to move my hips.

Slowly and slowly me and Jude became adjust to one another. Sinful words fell from our lips as we fucked.

“Fuck you're so tight,” Jude grunted out. He had a tight grip on my waist as he helped me ride him.

“Can't believe I've been missing out on this pussy this whole time.”

I shuttered at his words and looked into his pretty brown eyes. “I saved it just for you. Haven't fucked anyone in months.”

“Yeah?” Jude grabbed my face pulling my closer to his lips. I nodded, whimpering when a moan fell from my mouth.

Jude kissed me. He kissed me hard. He was so fucking intoxicating. I'm not sure I'm going to be over him after this. Not that I wanted to be.

I pulled away my head falling back. The tightens in my stomach was growing every time I slammed back down on him. his tip brushed at my g spot over and over again.

“You gonna cum?” I looked down at Jude and nodded. “Yes, I'm so close.”

Before I could even grasp what was happening Jude had flipped us over leaving me on my back. My legs now on his shoulder creating a new sense of pleasure.

I gasped when he pushed in me. Holy fuck.

Jude fucked me, like really fucked me. My moans filled the room and I prayed my neighbors didn't hear anything. The tingling in my stomach was so damn close to breaking at any moment.

“Yeah, you like that huh.”

I looked up at him looking at the cocky smirk on his face that made him ten times more attractive.

With one more thrust, my back arched off the bed as I came around him. I tried my best not to moan too loud but boy did I fail at that.

Jude wasn't far behind. He pulls out cumming ropes on my stomach.

I felt the bed beside me dip and a grunt from Jude's lips. I opened my shut eyes and looked over at him.

“Are you ok?” Jude nodded. “Yeah I'm good. Are you ok? I wasn't too rough was I?”

I shook my head with a smile. “no you were perfect.”

Jude returned the smile. He leaned over and kissed my lips. When he was finished he climbed out of bed. I was confused as he walked out of my room until I heard the faucet on in my bathroom. A few seconds later Jude returned with a towel to clean me up .

My past partners never did that for me. This was new and I fucking love it.

“So are you staying the night or are you leaving?” I asked once Jude was finished. I watched as he thought about it for a second before giving an answer.

“I'd kill to spend a night with you but unfortunately I have to leave.” He came up to my side of the bed and placed a kiss on my cheek. “But I'll see you tomorrow thought.”

I nodded. Of course he would. We work together.

I watched as Jude go dressed.

I walked him to the door and with one more kiss he was gone.

When I returned back to my bedroom I couldn't stop smiling to myself. I finally got to sleep with the man I've been dreaming about. Sure he was my boss but who the fuck cares. I was on cloud 9

That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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The next morning

I walked into the office with a pep in my step. After the night I had yesterday I couldn't help it.

When I reached my desk I noticed some roses on them. I picked them up grabbing the note on them and read it.

I hope you had an amazing night. We should do that more often

Your secret admirer

I laugh to myself, placing the flowers back down.

My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to the door.

With a small knock I opened it.

“Mr. Bellingham.”

Jude leaned back against his chair, smiling at me.

"Ms. Y/l/n."

Man I'm fucked

[azaleaaa-blog]

Nightmare

Zayne hasn't been sleeping well.

It's not like he told you directly. Nor you realize the cold side of the bed when he left the room because he didn't. He lies there every night, holding you in his arms, but he didn't fall asleep.

It's more like his physical sign that makes you catch the hint here and there.

The dark circle under his eyes, the slumped of his shoulder, the dazed and tired expression on his face. Also, the lack of response you get from him.

"Morning, Zayne." You said, kissing his cheek. Zayne doesn't even lift his head. Only stared blankly at an imaginary spot on kitchen counter with half lidded eyes.

The usual Zayne would beam at you brightly. Gives you one or two kisses in return.

"Zayne," you stand in front of him, putting your half finish coffee down. "Are you okay?"

Zayne blinks. He stares at you, and then the coffee, and then back to you. "Yeah, I'm okay."

You wait for a moment, but he keeps his lips sealed.

"Okay," You decide to back down for now. "You know I'm always here if you want to talk."

"Yeah." Zayne gives you a weak smile.

The following days after doesn't give the sign that Zayne would ever talk about his problem. Just, he become clingier than usual. It isn't clingy in a tackling-hug way. It's something more subtle, like occasionally stroking your hair, random caress on your shoulder, sometimes leaning his weight on your back, or suddenly plops down on your lap.

You laugh when he presses his face to your stomach. "I can't work in this position."

"Then don't work." Zayne voices muffled. You run your finger on his hair.

"Don't you have deadline, tho?"

"Mmh.. I don't have it if I believe I don't."

"You can't just ditch work when you don't want to do it, Zayne." You sigh. "What happened?"

His hand circling your waist tightened. "Nothing." He mumbles. "Just nightmares."

But, Zayne hasn't had any nightmare in months. You frown worriedly.

"It's nothing." He forced a short laugh. "It's just nightmares. It will eventually go away. I don't want to talk about it."

"Zayne."

"It's... it's just terrible!" Zayne groans in frustration. Voice muffle on your sweater. "I saw you were standing there. I tried to call but you wouldn't listen. Then there's fire. I couldn't move, and... and..."

You kiss the top of his hair, whispering, "It's just nightmare. I'm here right now, aren't I?"

"I don't want to sleep. I'll see it every time I close my eyes."

"But, I'll always be there every time you wake up from those nightmares."

Zayne lift his head to look at you.

"You know it, too. The nightmares aren't real. Me lying there beside you, safe and sound, is the real one."

Zayne rest his head on your shoulder. "What did I do to deserve you? You're a goddess."

You laugh. The sound brings a small smile on Zayne's face. "Then I order you to go get some sleep now."

"I'll gladly comply if my goddess grants me a kiss."

"You sure are a demanding one." You press a quick kiss on his lips. "There."

"What was that." Zayne pouts. "It was so cold I feel my heart frozen."

You roll your eyes, but still cup his face with both hands and leaning in again to mold your mouth against his. His hand on your waist, pulls you closer and the other hand slip between your strands of hair. Before you pull away, separating yourself.

"Better?" You asked.

"Hmmm..." Zayne hummed thoughtfully. "Nope. It's still shivering in there."

"Then we don't have other choice." You move your hands to hold his shoulder and the back of his hair while you exchange a series of slow, deep kiss that steal your breath away.

When you pull back, you pant lightly, Zayne's face is a millimeter away, huffing against your chin.

"How about that?"

He quirks up a corner of his lip, "Now it's too hot I don't think we should sleep."

Zayne leans in to drown you in another long breathless kiss before he swoops you in his arms and walks towards bedroom.

That night, Zayne manage to get some sleep. Before he wakes up with a gasp and restrained cries. But, you are always there to hold him, be his grounding.

[mariaace]

So this is love? (Ft. Windbreaker)

Summary: Cute moments. That's all.

A/n: uhh so like i might do this for also haikyuu and my bestie @dazailoveschuuya suggested an idea for blue lock that i will probably write so stay turned!

Pairings: Sakura, Suo, Kaji, Kiryu

Warnings, before everyone's part.

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Sakura Haruka

Sakura was never good with affection. This was his first relationship amd everyone knew that. Even after some time in the relationship, even after you showed him what affection is, he still couldn't handle it without blushing like crazy. But he admits, it felt nice, bot that he'll ever say it. The problem is tho, how does he asks for affection?

"Hm? What is it Haru?" You look over at Sakura, who's staying right in front of you at the moment. His arms spread out just for you to fit against his body. He thinks it's obvious, that's how you hug...right? You hugged him a lot of times, that's how you do it. So why are you not getting it?

You look at his confused and flustered face and can't hold back a chuckle anymore. You step a few steps closer to him and just press your self against him, arm wrapping around his neck and resting on his shoulders.

He freezes for a moment, then slowly wraps his slightly shaky arms you. It feels...nice- he thinks.

"You know you can just ask me when you want a hug, right?" ".... I don't know how to.. especially if we're in front of someone.." You thought for a moment. Yeah, Sakura can barely hear the word kiss without blushing like crazy, then an idea pops in your mind. "Then give me some kind of signal. Whatever you feel like will grab my attention so that i know, that way you won't have to say anything."

From then on, every time he felt clingy, he tugged gently at the sleeve of your cloth. You always knew what he meant. (Not that he wasn't still flustered tho.)

Suo Hayato

(reader implied in another school)

Suo always knows what you need. You don't even have to tell him. But why is that? Because he can read people easily, especially you. He knows you like the back of his hand. So he often does thinks to you before you even ask for them. But how does the Suo Hayato reacts when you do something for him?

His school day just ended after some time on patrol with Sakura and Nirei. The two of them went on their way after the trio said goodbye to each other. Suo on the other hand, decided to stop off by the little café next to your school, since he saw a text from you telling him you've finished.

After he responded back, he started walking, quickly arriving at his destination. He smiled when he saw you on one of the tables with your homework books open. He walked over behind you and lowered his head next to yours. "Homework?" You turned your head to the side, seeing your boyfriend. "Yeah, sit across, I'm almost done and then I'll tell you about my day."

He did exactly as he said, but his eyes narrowed at the cup of tea, covered with a little plate in front of him. "Since when do you drink this type of tea-?" "Oh no, that's for you, i have my own right here." "..oh." Well that was certainly unexpected. The tea was still hot, because of the little plate that you put on top, that he just removed and took a sip of his drink.

Exactly. How. He. Likes. It. He smiled at you, even tho you were concentrated on your notebook. He mumbled a quite thanks under his breath and waited for you to finish.

Kaji Ren

Flavour of his lollipops? Uhh, he would have usually said that he doesn't care, he just likes his lollipops. But when you asked him? How did this conversation even begin in the first place? Why was he still listening to this? And most importantly, why did he agreed on that? He honestly can't tell, but he's doing it now.

"I never understood how your brain works." Kaji told you. This is what? His fifth lollipop today? And each one was with a different flavour. Why? Because you asked him if the different flavours made him 'taste different'. He thought it was a stupid idea. He genuinely did. But when he saw the look of excitement in your eyes when he said yes...

So here he is now, with a strawberry lollipop in his hand and you kissing him nonstop. "Hm, I think i like this one best." You thought for a moment. "Or maybe the raspberry.." "You haven't even tried the lollipops?" "I don't have to, i have you right here." You gave him a sly smile and went back to your thinking.

"The strawberry one is the best flavour." "But I actually like the raspberry on you." "Because you haven't tried the actual one." You still didn't give up on your assumption tho. That's when Kaji was the one who got idea. He looked over at the lollipop at his hand and the next thing you knew, it was in your mouth.

"See?" He gently pulled his arm, attempting to pull it away from you, when you suddenly didn't let go of it. He raised an eyebrow at you. "I count that as another kiss for your information." He groaned at your words. "But yeah, you were right, it's the better one."

After that, he always got strawberry flavoured lollipops.

Kiryu Mitsuki (fem!reader)

Kiryu is a gentleman. (Yes, I'll say it every time i post about him.) He knows what a girl wants and needs. And he is confident in his knowledge and experience. But then you decided out of nowhere to surprise him. How did he react on that? Perhaps positive?

Kiryu is known by all for his way of treating girls. At there really is a reason for that. He loves treating with you such respect, always doing things for you, and the way you react to all this? It warms his heart every time. Especially when it's in front of others.

Today tho, was a different say. Because you decided it's time to show him wat it's like, because he deserves it for being such a sweet boyfriend. So today when you two walked into the place of meeting up you opened the door for him. His face was priceless...and very cute in fact. He smiled slyly, thanked you, and walked in.

After that, you kept doing the things that he usually do, payed for the stuff, stood at the out side of the road, fixed the strand of his hair. It honestly felt so new to him, but he loved the way it felt.

At the end of your date (where you walked him to his house), he turned to you and thanked you specifically for all the things today. "I loved that. But i still prefer it to do them for you, because i get to see your cute reactions every time i do something." At that comment you nudged him playfully. "Now that wasn't very gentleman-like from you." You both laughed, and that's how your date ended.

Maybe he liked it a bit too much when you did those...

© mariaace 2024 please do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works.

@dazailoveschuuya @transmascaraa @nyxypoo

[soobinsonly1bf]

Imagining sub!txt 'n their dom!bf and how stupid they get for even the tiniest bit of dick. Like, they get so pathetic for it after seeing their member!bf on stage being sexy and performing... I might actually write this myself tehehe—from ur pookie @seventhcallisto

DAMN IT HAPPENED!! I GOT AN ASK WITH A MALE!READER!!!! i waited for it😔

sub!txt + being needy for cock

warnings: nsfw, male!idol!reader, sub!txt, dom!reader, anal (obviously...), crying while fucking (in yeonjun one), degradation (in soob and gyu one), kinda exhibitionism (in soob one), use of word slut (in yeonjun and gyu one), mention of oral (in hyuka one)

a/n: IDK WHY THE SOOBIN ONE IS SO LONG, ALRIGHT?????

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

yeonjun

he sees you performing just as good as always... being just as perfect as always. everytime he's standing next to you in a choreography, he can't help, but sneak a glance at you, from time to time smirking. it's not his fault that you look so good he can't take his eyes off you...

it really is a surprise for you when yeonjun whispers to you "you're gonna fuck me good after the concert, yeah?" right on the stage. you look at him with a shocked expression, but quickly try to get over it.

obviously, you fulfill his wish. he can't help the tears going down his face as you pound into him. "am i fucking you good? or should i try harder?" you tease and he's not even able to speak. he just mumbles little "fuck"'s and "love you"'s as he tries to not let fans, that still didn't left the stadium, know how much of a slut he is for your dick.

soobin

he stands right next to you, but for him it feels like you're on a different level. sweat dripping from your face, your hair wet and you're still doing your absolute best. you really are a professional.

he catches himself staring at you and immidiately realizes you're both on the stage, right in front of your fans. why are you so hot tho? there's no need to be so sexy, is it? he can't help, but want to take your dick right there in front of all your fans and other members...

so when the concert finishes and you're going backstage, soobin immidiately throws himself at you and drags you to a random room. the only important thing is for it to have a lock and no people inside, the rest doesn't matter.

you're not really surprised, you know how needy he is... also, it's not the first time.

"please, please, we have a lot of time before we leave... just- god, please..." he whines, pressing his hips to yours and trying to grind himself... he really is pathetic.

"god, soobin, you're seriously so needy for cock? what a shame your female fans can't hear how you beg for dick... my dick. they would be shocked, don't you think?"

"baby... please- i'll be good, you know it... just- just a goddamn tip, please?" you look at him, kinda surprised at how needy he is... but you already know he will get what he wants.

beomgyu

he's eye fucking you the whole concert, you just hope you're the only one who sees the way he looks at you...

but he definitely did too much when on a quick "break" to change your outfits, he sat on your lap and started grinding on you... how the fuck are you supposed to come back on stage with a goddamn boner? this stupid brat...

you make him regret his bratty behaviour when the concert ends. you immidiately take him to a random room, throw him on a sofa and start fucking him.

"are you fucking happy now? that's exactly what you wanted, isn't it? stupid, horny slut, just needing cock when we're supposed to go on stage."

"shit, i- i'm sorry- ah, fuck... i didn't mean to- god, s-slow down!" he whines, but both of you know damn well, that he wants nothing more than you to be rought with him...

taehyun

you're worried. he's not talking to you, not even looking at you. fans are confused why two of you suddenly didn't interacted at all for the whole concert.

everything's clear when you're backstage. he looks at you with his boba eyes in a specific way and you immidiately know what's going on.

"we're gonna be back in... some time. we need to talk something out, so don't worry and don't interrupt us, please." you say and drag him into a different room, quickly kissing him.

you both aren't even sure when kissing became you fucking him against the wall. suddenly you stopped, making him whine. "i want you to finally look at me." you say as you pull out of him, making him whine once more. soon you're sitting with him on your lap, on a chair.

"now keep your eyes on me... don't close your pretty eyes if you want me inside again."

hyuka

he's not even trying to be unsuspicious, he just straight up says "guys, yn looks really handsome today, doesn't he?" to the fans. like four times. you just chuckle and try to ignore it.

you have seriously enough of it when hyuka calls you sexy. you know he didn't meant anything wrong, he just wanted to compliment you... he shouldn't do all that on the stage tho.

you just glare at him, as if you want to tell him to shut up already, but he just smiles cutely in response... he's too adorable for his own good.

he's also as adorable as before when he gets on his knees. "please... can i at least suck you off? we- we don't need to do anything else, alright? i just- please, i want you so bad..."

"just a taste, huh? no worries, you're too cute to refuse."

[sunsturns]

in which: chris and matt end up fighting over a girl after a game, which one will she choose?

content warnings: blood, making out, no smut, how do i say she chooses both?, not a threesome tho lol she just a cheater, more focused on matt than chris.

wc: 1.8k

𝓦hen you decided to attend one of matt and chris' hockey game, you didn't excpect it to come to this. the two were full on fighting in the rink, and it was all because of you. the only reason you knew that was because of all the things the two were screaming at each other that echoed the ring.

you watched through the boarder between the audience and the players as nate had attempted to pull the two apart, only getting pushed away in the process. chris then ripped off matt's helmet, and forced him to the ground, continuously punching him in the face until he was finally ripped apart from his brother.

matt laid there defeated on the ice for a second trying to collect himself as chris was brought over to the opposite side of the rink by one of the referees. it was the end of the game and the team was supposed to be celebrating their win, but that wasn't going to happen anymore and it was all because of you.

you watched as matt had skated off back into the locker room. while, on the other hand, chris, the champion, had skated towards one of the gates, clearly looking for you. he was clearly excited to tell her all about how he fought for you and won.

when you noticed what chris was doing, you started making your way over to the gate, greeting the winner of the fight that they held for you. honestly, you hated that it had come down to that, not making it your goal to pull the brothers apart.

"did you see that?!" his face was frozen and flushed with red. his breathing was heavy and honestly you don't think you've ever seen someone look so hot before.

"you beating the fuck out of your brother? yeah." how could you forget? it happened like five minutes ago.

"it wasn't that bad, he'll be fine." chris rolled his eyes, hating how you were bringing up his brother right now after he had just lost... it made him feel like you didn't appreciate what he did, so he tried asking you for reassurance. "are you proud? i fought for you."

"so proud. and thank you. i just wish it wasn't your brother."

and there you went again, mentioning his brother. it made him start to put the pieces together, asking, what he originally thought to be an outrageous question, but he felt like he needed to know. "why? you don't actually like him, don't you?"

you were quick to dismiss his claims, walking right up to him and running your hands behind his sweaty neck. you looked him in the eyes so tenderly before speaking, "no, that's crazy, chris... after all, you did win."

"i did." was all he said before he couldn't control himself anymore, placing his hands down the small of your back and pressing a passionate kiss upon your lips. he was already so hot from the game he just worked his ass off in and the fight he had just finished that the heat from the kiss was causing him to feel like he was on fire.

he loved it when you tussled his hair and pulled on some of the back pieces. it was like heaven kissing you. though, you had to remember that you two were still very much in public, causing you to pull away from him before it went too far. his lips were starting to swell and had left over gloss from when you fixed up your lips right before the fight.

you looked into his love-shot eyes before whispering, "i have to go, i'll talk to you later, okay?"

"okay... one more? please?" his pleas were always your favorite and you could never find it in yourself to say no to him, plus it was just a little kiss, right?

you placed your lips onto his one last time for the evening, letting the perfect moment linger before you tried to pull away again. chris waited a few more second before finally letting you go, a huge smile forming on both of your faces before you turned to head to the women's room.

little did chris know, you were actually on your way to the locker room to check in on matt. were you actually allowed back there? probably not. did you care? absolutely not.

when you swung open the door, you searched the room like there was no tomorrow. your eyes landing on multiple guys who were actively taking off all their hockey gear, as they turned to see who just entered the locker room. the look of shock fell upon each and every one of their faces. a girl was in the locker room. their locker room.

though you hardly cared about the irrelevant boys that were staring at you. your interest was in the boy who had his back towards you and his head held low in his hands. a big "4" was plastered on the back of his jersey along with his last name at the top.

you cautiously made her your over to him, delicately running your hand through his hair when you were close enough. fear struck his body as he turned to see who it was touching his hair. his jaw fell slack, he just couldn't believe who was standing in front of him.

when you got a better look at his face, you noticed his lip was busted from when chris ripped off his helmet to get a better hit. you flinched at the thought of replaying it in your head again. moving his hair out of his face, you also noticed a line of blood running from his forehead down the side of his face.

you pulled out a paper towel that you picked up on the way here, out of your pocket. after quickly running it under water from the sink nearby, you softly pressed it to the line of blood drying on his face. he looked up at you with eyes full of love. well, he had just faught his own brother for you, how could he not love you. and now you were cleaning up his mess.

he fell into the moment, feeling the desperate need to rest his hands on your hips, absentmindedly pulling you down to sit on his lap. "well, this is a bit more comfortable." you said with a smile on your face as you moved the paper towel now to his busted lip. he hissed as he immediately felt the pain shoot through his body, squeezing your waist in response.

you'd be lying if she said this didn't turn you on a little bit.

"ouch." he finally said when you decided to remove the towel for a second to flip it around, now placing the cleaner side upon his lip. he closed his eyes as he felt the inevitable sting.

"does it hurt still?" you asked him, knowing damn well it still hurt, or else he wouldn't be gripping onto you like his life depended on it.

he let out a shallow breath, "yes."

you suddenly noticed how majority of the people who were in the locker room had left, just leaving the two of you, for the most part, alone. "do you want me to kiss it?" you proposed, looking into his eyes, they now had a desperate kind of glint to them. he wanted you to kiss him, really bad.

"yes, please." you kinda thought it was funny how the two of them pleaded with the same kind of please. it sounded exactly the same and you couldn't ever bring yourself to deny either of them.

accepting his response, you put the towel down on the bench next to him, holding his chin in your hand before softly pressing you lips against his. you didn't want to hurt him though he still winced the second your mouths collided. he soon forgot his pain once he got lost in the feeling of having you in his grasp. this is exactly what he had faught for.

as if you were able to read his mind, you pulled away for a second, asking, "was it really worth it?" as you pushed back a piece of his sweaty hair out of his face. you could stare at his post game complexion all day any day and it still would be the hottest you've ever seen him. even with the busted lip and mid-formed black eye, he still managed to take your breath away with how perfect her looked.

"every second." he said confidently, before you greedily placed your lips back onto his, causing him to squeeze the skin in his hands once more from the aches of pain. you kissed him for what felt like minutes when only a few seconds had passed.

apparently the kiss wasn't short enough because the door to the locker room suddenly slammed open. matt was the only one who had noticed between the two of you, and he honestly couldn't care less about who walked in on this right now, especially chris.

"what the actual fuck?" the voice that echoed thoughout the locker room caused your head to shoot up in fear. there was no way you were hearing chris' voice while you were sitting on top of matt. which reminded you, and immediately you jumped off of matt's lap as quickly as you could.

matt was confused on why you cared so much if chris saw you guys or not. yeah, he had technically won the fight and all but that had nothing to do with it. did it?

he looked between you and chris with utter confusion, waiting for an explanation. you knew this is what you deserved but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of actually being caught.

and like another smack in the face to you, chris looked at his brother and stated what was now evident for him, "you idiot! she's getting with both of us!

NOTES ! 🫐

this is not something id write Imfao but i got the idea from my friends on wattpad and immediately was like "this belongs on tumblr instead" so here i am 😭

[xanaxiii]

"I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I CAN'T GET ENOUGH"

cw: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! smut, fluff, no use of y/n, wade's perv but reader too so it doesnt matter tho, dirty talk, i hope it isnt turn cringe omg...

words: 15k

an: writing for wade was so fucking hard because a) every time i wrote a joke i felt like i wasn't cut out for it and b) i didn't want it to come out cringe but oh well, judge for yourselves. this is my first smut ever and the only thing i based it on were other oneshots and some random porn videos on twt…anyway, enjoy.

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You were sitting on his lap, your gaze fixed on the phone screen you were holding in your hands. The quiet sounds of the game coming from the device filled your darkened room, and the only light in it was the brightness of the screen. You bit your lower lip, struggling with the same quest in the game for the third time. 

A quiet groan of bitterness and boredom reached your ears. You peeked out from behind the screen, looking at your boyfriend, lying on the soft sheets of your bed, surrounded by cuddly toys and pillows. You tilted your head to the side, noticing the grimace on his scarred lips.  -"What?" - you asked, looking at the phone again. Your thumbs moved quickly across the screen, keeping up with your opponent's movements. 

-"Oh, nothing, just... you know, now I know how all those Twitter chicks with big tits and gamer boyfriends feel. Only I don't have boobs and you don't have a penis." - Wade replied, sighing again. He raised his hands, placing them on your soft hips, tugging at the material of your pink shorts that you were wearing. He loved the way you dressed, even though you yourself thought you looked like a rat. Well, if anything, you were the cutest rat he'd ever seen. Your hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and your oversized sweatshirt with those adorable bunny ears on the hood made his heart beat a little faster. 

Whenever he came over to your place and spent the night, he felt like a fucking pervert who was manipulating such a pretty little thing as you. At least that was how it was before the day you gathered your courage and showed him your figurine collection. Hell, even he didn't have that many busty anime girls at home. That's when he realized that you were just like him. Degenerate. 

-”You let me finish! If you don't like it, you might as well leave.” - you replied, pouting your lip in a sad shape. You lost game anyway, Wade's chatter distracting you. You turned your phone off and threw it on the other side of the bed, crossing your arms over your flat chest. -”Thanks, Wade. I've been struggling with this level for a week now and you're showing me no support.” 

-”Hey! You're showing me no support either...you know these sweatpants aren't the most durable material, and god, if you played a little longer, I'd come in my pants.” - he defended himself, moving his hands up to your ribs, tapping your bones through your sweatshirt. A cocky smirk appeared on his lips as he noticed the blush on your cheeks. 

You shook your head, hiding your red face in your hands, feeling how hot your skin was now. You spread your fingers slightly, meeting his teasing gaze, which made you blush even more. 

I guess you'll never get used to his vulgar words, but honestly, you'd never trade him for some...morbidly good guy. 

-"Okay, okay...I'll help you with your problem if you help me get through this mission, okay?" - you mumbled, folding your hands on his chest, slowly moving your hands along his torso, hooking your fingers into the string of his sweatpants. You narrowed your eyes, noticing his growing erection, the sight making your breath stop in your lungs. 

-"You've got it, sweetie. Now wrap your little hands around my friend before I cum on your face." - he laughed, enjoying your shyness, even though you both knew how horny you were as well. You let out a shaky breath, rising slightly on your knees to slide his sweatpants and boxers down. You smiled at the delightful sight of the Hello Kitty print on his crotch, remembering that you were also wearing a set of underwear with that motif today. 

You leaned forward slightly, still not used to his size. His tip was slightly red, and excitement was leaking out of it in long, white drops. You wrapped your hands around his cock, using gentle, trembling hand movements, up and down, listening to his soft moans. You closed your eyes, increasing the pace, running your fingertip over his veins along his member. 

-“Fuck, baby... I can't believe you use those hands of yours most of the time just to click games. And those lips? I can see drops of saliva running down them. Like I was one of your hot soups...” 

-”Wade...shush.” - you whispered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, shifting your position to capture his cock in your warm lips. You licked his tip, slowly starting to suck and kiss him, giving him your full attention. You tightened your grip on his thighs, trying to ignore his constant chatter. He acted like there was no way to shut him up...okay, his chatter often saved you from pushy guys online, or, rarely, the ones I met on the street. But right now, all you wanted was to listen to those sweet moans and sighs of his, because Wade, like no other, made the best sounds while sucking him off. 

You were still working on him, and Wade could feel me gurgling from within. He clenched his fingers in the sheets beneath him, tugging at the material, turning his head to the side to meet the assessing gaze of one of your teddies. He turned his head back to you, gasping for breath, especially when, just before his orgasm, you pulled him out of your mouth, spitting on his length, smearing the sticky substance along it. 

-“Next time when you give me a blowjob, I demand that you hide all those teddy idiots in the closet or under the bed. They’re judging me, doll. They look at me with those dead eyes of theirs like I’m some kind of...- Oh, fuck-” - his next ramble was cut off by your next movements. You quickly pulled your shorts down your legs along with your white and red panties with lace trim, and collapsed in desperation onto his throbbing cock. 

Leaning over him, strands of your hair brushed his face, and your breath mingled with his. Grunts, moans, and heavy breaths bounced off the walls of the room, and you were really glad that your blinds were drawn and the lights were off. You didn't want to think about what your neighbors, who still considered you polite and well-behaved, might think. You didn't want to ruin it with one of the louder signs of pleasure. 

Your hips movements were exactly the ones Wade liked the most. Careful but full of passion that was practically pouring out of you. He lifted himself off the bed a little, wrapping his arms around your small frame, pulling you closer and joining in on the game as well, not leaving you out in the cold. Your rhythm synchronized, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and the vanilla and coconut mist. The scent was intoxicating and unlike anything you'd smelled before. You just...were so lucky. Not only was Wade amazing in bed, but he was also a minority, and he actually had hygiene. He was simply perfect. 

You didn't even realize when you came, everything around you lost its meaning and your mind was only focused on your boyfriend. Your hands tightened on his tense shoulders, tugging at the material of his shirt as you tried to catch your breath and come down from your high. 

"Fuck...if there was ever a ranking of the virgins who give a best fucks, you would win, for real." - his words were muffled by his breathing, his arms still tightly around you. He snuggled into your fragile body, sliding one of his hands down to your ass, kneading the soft skin, laughing in your ear. - "I mean, you know, technically virgins. I can't count how many times we've had sex." 

"I'll give you a gag, I swear to you." - you whispered, lifting your head, tilting it back. Still not moving out of him, you grabbed your phone, forgotten by Wade, and turned it back on. - "I fulfilled the agreement. Now you." - saying that, I handed him the phone, with a gentle smile on my lips, staring at him with puppy eyes. 

-"Oh, oh. You little, sly flirt. Okay, give it to me. As your personal bodyguard, tough guy and guardian angel, I'll help you with this shit." - he launched the game, and the white flash and the huge Mihoyo inscription, almost made him go blind if it was possible with his regeneration system.

He narrowed his eyes, at first not very convinced that he was being forced to play some Chinese production with a lot of characters who look like lolibaits, but as soon as he noticed your sincere satisfaction and the love for him shining in your eyes, he decided that for you he could even play League of Legends with the most toxic fatties on the team.  𓆩♡𓆪 

[bbkoolkatz]

HiHiHi sweets! Wondering if you’ve finished the Mina req? DONT RUSH 😭 I don’t mind waiting but with all the yummy fics you’ve been dropping lately maybe you forgot it hehe

also I just re binged all your fics and I don’t think I worship u enough ughughguhgugh we should like totally kiss

-💫

you're right, we should, like absolutely my sugar plum star princess!!! I defo didn't forget!!! ;) chu~ hope ya enjoy! (Katsuki makes an appearance because I luh him lots, it's also x fem! reader!)

"y'know, as much as i love this dress on you babe..." she leaned in, glossed pink lips barely brushing against your ear, "you're attracting a lot of attention right now." a breathy preen that sent a flutter of butterflies to your stomach.

"what do you mean?" you blinked, a little confused, with a flushed smile on your face.

"aw, don't play innocent," she nudged you, "haven't you notice the way half the club can't take their eyes off you?" she slid her hands down your back to rest comfortably on your hips, which she used as handles to pull you closer.

"i'm here to dance Mina," you giggled, "and i'm here with you, why would I care about anything else?" throwing your arms around her neck.

she looked straight into your eyes for a brief second, "they sure are here to look tho, so let's give 'em something to watch." pulling you in for the hungriest kiss of the night, biting and tugging on your bottom lip, "i'll make sure no one gets any funny ideas," another quick peck, "okay?" she beamed, smiling proudly at your reddened face.

"y-yeah—okay!" you grinned, giddy at the taste of her lip gloss on your lips.

"i'm gonna go grab another drink, want one?" her hands finally leave your hips to hold yours.

you nodded, "i'll have the-uh, same as before," squeezing her hand before she left to go get them. the crowd on the dancefloor seemed to grow as soon as she walked off it. or maybe you just weren't paying attention to them before... either way, your tipsy ass was letting the music move your body, feeling the reverberation of the bass at the ball of your feet as you swayed what your mama gave ya, completely loosing yourself in dance.

a warm hand on to your waist, brought you out of your dancing trance and without really thinking it over you leaned back into the warmth. when the soft cushion of boobs didn't immediately greet your back, you ran your fingers across a large pair of hands, feeling it heat up against you the higher your fingers trailed. they're bigger... hairy... and not as soft and smooth as your girlfriend's...

you spun around, to see who the hell had the audacity to— oh... red, narrow eyes, looked down at you, a slight frown hovering above them in his brows, and the second cutest pout you've ever seen was splayed on his thin lips.

"why'd ya' stop?" he rasped, flushed cheeks growing a shade darker, "y' look real pretty -hic- dancing." oh he was drunk drunk... you shrugged your shoulders and continued dancing, whilst he kept a hot hold, onto your waist.

"woah- careful there Bakugo..." Mina hissed, prying his hands off you, "that's my girlfriend..." rubbing your back, as she held you to her side.

"it's okay babe," you babbled, "he wasn't being a meanie, we're just dancing!" patting her chest as you bounced to the music again. she shot him a sharp glare, before handing you your drink.

"watch where you put your hands," she smacked his arm, watching his fingers twitch to be on you again.

"she don' seem to mind where I put 'em," he shrugged, smirking as he curved his palms, in his now favorite spot for his hands to rest as you twirled in front of him.

mina had always been playful, always flirty, never intimidated by anyone who comes around her girlfriend, but something had glazed over her eyes—something possessive, protective? you felt it in the way she pulled you back into her, pressing her body against yours as you moved together to the music, and she teasingly mouthed at him 'MINE', flipping him off with her decorated fingers.

mlist!

[ennikity]

❤𝘕𝘪-𝘬𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ❤

Genre: extra fluff☆ Warnings: noup

Note: Soo, hi everyone! Since it's been so long since the last time I posted, I wanted to make something a bit longer, and I came up with the idea of doing like a "compilation" of sweets moments between Ni-ki and Y/N. I'll try to make it as fluff as posible, since we all need a bit of fluff in our lifes. Hope you like it!

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When he is sick:

So, I know that I've already post something related to this, but I want to talk about it more. I feel like Ni-ki is the tipe of person who just sleep when he isn't feeling well. BUT he would only sleep if it's with you. He would insist that being near you is the best medicine, and would absolutely beg you to lay with him. And how could you say no to that? So both of you end up cuddling for a long, long time. He would make sure that he is correctly curled up at your side, and would put his head near one of your hands, in case that you want to caress his head. Of course you know this, so you don't hesitate to run your fingers soflty through his hair. The happy sight that scapes the boy's mouth tells you that he is ready for a long nap. And of course, you are ready too :]

When you are sick (or not feeling well):

On the other hand, if it's you the one not feeling well, he would absolutely bring out his gentleman side (not saying that he isn't like that on a daily basis, but we all know that he has a full time job as a prankster). Ni-ki would ask you if there's anything you needed (he'd even make a list) and then rush to the nearest store to get everything. You are sick and need some medicine? Got it. You are on your period and need pads or painkillers? He is on the way. You're craving your fav snacks? Say no more. And the list continues. He'd also make sure that you are always confortable. You are feeling too hot? He's already turning on the air conditioner. Too cold? Just wait 'till he finds the warmest blanket. And of course, he wouldn't leave your side. (only if you tell him to, but let's be honest, you'd never do that). He'd gently caress your head, or hold your hand, or lay with you. However, he'd always make sure that he isn't hugging you too tight or that you always have enough space. (we all need a Ni-ki in our lifes)

When you compliment him when he dances:

Ni-ki loves when someone compliments him about his dancing, but he loves it even more when you are the one complimenting him, cuz he loves dancing and he loves you. Perfect combination. So, imagine this: he brings you to the practice room cuz he wants to show you the new dance he learned. You are sitting on the floor while you watch him, and can't help but feel the proudest person in the wold. I mean, he has the flawlest movements and he looks so happy when he dances that it makes you happy as well. Even tho if Ni-ki is full focused on his dancing, his heart fills up with happines when he catches the way you look at him. Your eyes are filled with so much love and admiration that he swears he is going to melt right there. But he forces himself to finish dancing first. There would be time for melting after that. So, once he finishes, he turns at you, and of course asks what you think about it. Even if there's absolutely no way you didn't like it, he always feel nervous while waiting for your answer. But the moment he hears the long (and I mean it) long list of compliments that come out of your mouth, all his fears desapear. The smile on his face could light up the whole universe, and before you realise it, he has picked you up and both of you are spinning in the air. (i'm deff not criying) Of course, once you're again on the floor, he would hug you tightly, thanking you for watching him dance.

During summer nights (for this one, let's pretend that Enha's house has a yard):

For Ni-ki, summer is the worst season. Seeing all those couples enjoying the long sunny days, hot weather and summer activities is like a constant reminder of all the things he can't do with you. But that's not going to stop him from spending quality time with you, so after thinking a lot, he comes up with the idea of remodeling Enhypen's yard to make it your own private space. He'd buy everything, from a cute tent, to little lights, to even a projector to watch your fav films. He'd be totally invested in this project, but his efforts would be worht it, cuz the result is nothing but perfect. Even the members can't believe that the now soflty iluminated yard, with the light green tent and the confortable cushions is the same yard form a week ago. And Ni-ki couldn't be more proud. Now you two have the perfect place to spend those summer night. And I can tell you that those nights were the best. Just the two of you lying next to each other, with your fav film playing, and the sky full of stars above you... It was like a dream.

When he comes back from a tour:

Tours are something bitter sweet for Ni-ki. Yes, he absolutely loves them, but it's so hard for him to be far from you for that long. That's why I totally see him calling you every day, texting you each time that something happends, and even filming some kind of vlog to show you what the tour was like, and what things he did. And of course, he would come back with a HUGE bag fulled of souvenirs he bought for your in each place. But he forgets all of this the moment he sees you. I swear that once he hugs you, he's not letting you go for a long time. He just missed you so much, your voice, your smile, the way you laugh... UGH, this boy can't put into words all those feelings inside his chest, so he just hugs you, and spins you arround, and covers you with kisses. And then, you better be prepared, cuz this boy is not going anywere. He's going to be sticked to you for the rest of the day. You might think he doesn't like physical touch, but when it comes to you, he'd practicaly become part of you. But you don`t care, cuz you also missed him so much :(

[motelroomjesus]

whooo I finished ep 4 and 5 of The Heart Killers

I still don't like Kant, I'm warming up to Bison, still obsessed with FadelStyle, and I want Style carnally.

I'm also really interested in how they're using the music and soundtrack to emphasize the emotions of some scenes.

This post is about to be longer than my usual since it's covering two eps but anyway

Spoilers under the cut !

Me when I overanalyze my BL:

First and foremost, that pat down scene in ep 4 where Fadel maintained eye contact with Kant as he searched him... How do u put that there and expect ppl to not imagine things, Jojo..... 😫 Even the goofy music in the background couldn't dissuade me from thinking they should hate fuck ☝️ but anyway

It's very obvious that while Style isn't fully committed and his feelings for Fadel are just starting to bloom, he definitely wants that man. Atp where we are in ep 4 he's obviously lusting after that man (face economy, body tea). I mean he gave him, apparently, the best sex of his life in a grief meeting storage room. He let the man cut his little crop top off. The lust of it all is so real. But I think now, after the chase, after spending more time with him, especially after hearing how Fadel was asking where he was, he's pursuing Fadel with more sincere intentions and I think he truly wants to know Fadel more. And lord have mercy, that scene in the woods.

That scene in the abandoned warehouse in the woods, aside from the iconic "I don't like that I miss you", is when I first noticed the soundtrack specifically highlighting the emotions. Now, I know soundtracks are meant to do that but I think they're doing it in a really fun way IDK They put a lighthearted cute, and low-key hopeful, little tune over a heated make out and handjob. It felt like it reflected their emotions in that moment really well and how the audience is meant to see the scene. It's not just a hot and heavy make out session because yay official, it's an indicator of a turning page, especially for Fadel. It's a signal that he can get butterflies in his stomach too, even with his enormous walls and stoic mask (defense mechanism), and I'm sticking to that interpretation. I love u my emotionally and sexually repressed little hitman.

And then Kant came in and decided NOW is the perfect time to finally tell his friend that oh yeah ur new bf is a hitman. It's not even that part that actually annoyed me, it's the little quip when Style says gunman instead of hitman. Like I'll kill u with a gun Kant. 😭

I fear I may never truly warm up to him, he is so annoying to me. 😔

Okay so ep 5, I kind of warmed up to Bison. He's cute he's fun, he's totally ignoring his instincts about Kant even tho he knows better. He seems less than helpful in most scenarios though, but whatever

There were two scenes that caught my attention and they were obviously meant to:

1) Kant and Bison post coital cuddles

2) Style and Fadel's intimacy towards the end of the ep

I'm mostly talking about the music again and the intentional use (or absence) of it. During the KantBison scene, when Bison is being so gentle with his kisses and telling Kant tender words, the music reaches a subtle crescendo once Bison says he feels like his life is changing since he met Kant and the camera lands right in Kant's distressed face. It was a great way to signal that Kant is gonna face the music very soon. I found that fun and I had to rewind a couple times just to make sure I wasn't making it up in my head. Could just be a transition sound choice, but I'm reading into it.

The KantBison scene felt like a big contrast next to the FadelStyle scene to me. At this point I think they're both feeling more than they're letting on for each other. Fadel and Style's night is, mostly, quiet. There's no backtrack for the most part. Fadel is splayed out in the bed just watching Style take his shirt off, exposing himself more than Fadel, and caging Fadel in by crawling on top of him. Style is on top of him kissing him, doing what he wants to, and Fadel is letting him. Style is telling Fadel that he wants to be trusted, he wants more from Fadel and he's willing to wait for him to be ready. He means it. And I know there's the component of this all starting for some car and Style now being aware of the reality of the situation but I think that's the point. That's the point of doing this specific scene with the absence of a backtrack until Style starts getting actually frisky. When Style is saying all of this and kissing Fadel's scar, we only listen to his words, their breathing, and their kisses. It's bare bones, but that's the point. To bare it all.

Did I read into that too much? Maybe! but idgaaaaffff. I'm eating this shit up and having fun dissecting things that maybe don't need dissecting. :P

I think it's obvious I'm more invested in FadelStyle than KantBison.... zorry! They put me-targeted drugs in FadelStyle. It's not my fault. 🧍

[paperstarwriters]

Rain

Muriel x Reader

Warnings: Rain, Fluff, Muriel is needy for physical contact and keeping you warm.

Summary: Its cold and wet outside, but you don't seem to mind. Muriel on the other hand, worries. Partly about the possibility for sickness, and partly about what it means to be loved by you and how he loves in turn.

[a/n]: I wrote part of this when it was still a rainy season where I live (It is now horrible sweaty hot season aka summer) but I was inspired by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia's thunderstorm headcannons to finish the fic so here ya go!!

(I sill kinda feel like it's unfinished tho. Maybe I'll write a part 2? No promises tho 😅)

Masterlist | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 2,821

𓋼𓍊𓋼𓋼𓍊𓋼𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓋼✧𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓋼𓍊𓋼𓋼𓋼

Under the grey curtain of rain, you dance in the puddles. Running and jumping and laughing, splashing mud and water into the air and onto your clothes. To anyone else it'd look like a mess, but to him? You're dancing. It's a more beautiful dance than the measured steps in Nadia's ball rooms, and filled with a deeper beauty he could never explain. You're relishing in the coolness the summer storm brings, and with every step and twirl, and smile towards the sky, he feels your relief and glee. It's infectious. You're infectious.

A cruel irony, he knows, and yet it's true. When you're calm, it calms him, when you're sad, he can't help but follow suit. And when you're happy...

If he closed his eyes, your laughter alone would be enough to spread your glee. You're bright in every connotation, and while the sun's light is dulled as it hides behind clouds you only seem to glow brighter. He loves you. So much. He loves you and he respects you so he takes care not to look at you as water seeps through your clothes, making them translucent, clinging to the planes and curves of your body. No matter how much he wants to, he doesn't look... Not directly at least. He stares at your rippling reflection in the puddles you run through, catching glimpses of your smile before they're warped into obscurity beneath the water's ripples. It makes him feel so distant from you all over again. It makes him feel closer to you than ever before. Like he's watching a secret unfold behind closed curtains.

Another splash and the image of your laughing face, your clothes wet and clinging to your body. Even if he can't see it from the angle the puddle provides, he's sure water clings to your skin, dots your lashes and your brow, trickles down your cheeks like tears... He wants to join you, cradle your face in his hands, swipe rainwater from your cheeks as if they were tears, brush water from your lips with his own... He wants to join you, soaking wet under scrutiny of the rain, even if he knows you'll both fall sick in the end. He wants to join you running very nearly bare around the forest, mud clinging to your legs.

And he wants to hold you, soaking wet under the rain.

He wants you, so badly, so fiercely. He wants you in any way he can have you. Even simply glimpsing your reflection in muddy puddles. He'll take that. As much as he wants more, he'll take that. He always wants more anyways. When it comes to you, he'll always want more of you.

The splashes still for a moment, and you grace Muriel with an almost clear and bright reflection of your brilliant radiance though still only slightly disturbed by the rain. He can see how your arms lower from the way it was once open to the sky. He can see how you turn to follow your attention, face it with your whole body and stare at... Stare at...

At him.

"Muriel," you call, and instinctively, he looks up.

He can't help it, not when you call him and stand awaiting so expectantly for his attention. He'll... He'll just skim over your body, drag his eyes up quickly to meet yours. He'll skip past your legs, all wet and muddied, past your thighs splattered with mud, covering you more than the translucent fabric... Or the way your hips are so much more visible now that the fabric clings all the more tighter to your skin. Or your stomach and chest, the curves and planes of both almost clearly visible under the wetness of your clothes, allowing him to delight in just looking at your beautiful body and...water clings to the columns of your throat, dripping down from your face and feeding the wetness of your shirt, and... And he was right, falling from your lashes, and dripping down your cheeks, rainwater runs rivers down your face like tears. Though, the trails of water dripping down your eyes stand out no more than the rest of the droplets of rain, caressing your face on their trip down to the ground.

His face is flushed red by the time he can manage to reach your eyes. He knew what he had done, and from the delighted glimmer in your eyes you knew what he had done as well. You know, but the delight all the same remained. Smiling under his scrutiny, stepping closer towards him, you reach out towards him. Open, inviting. Warm, even from afar. Even amidst the cold rain.

"Care to join me Muri?"

And you say it in that voice, a voice that you only ever use for him, all sultry and soft and inviting and patient. Curious and wondering rather than demanding and expectant. It's an open invitation that he's welcome to deny, and that only makes it feel harder to ever deny you anything.

His eyes dart down, following the trail of water pooling momentarily by the collar of your shirt as it seeps into the fabric, or even under the fabric and—

Up, up, up. His eyes snap up, higher and higher until he's staring at the stormy gray clouds through the deep green trees that loom above and around you. Trees that have hidden him far from the hands and eyes of anyone else, and trees that, right now, kept you hidden from everyone but him. A fat dollop of water, falls from the tree that grows over his humble hut, landing flat against his cheek. It makes him flinch and step away, but it also makes his attention snap back to you. Makes him meet your gaze, already softer than the pillows and beds at Nadia's palace, somehow growing softer still, threatening to swallow him up whole.

"You're going to get sick," he says. "Standing out in the rain like this is going to make you sick."

He wants to join you. So badly. So, so badly. He wants to keep you warm out here in the rain, press his hands against your waist, and let you feel the warmth of him protecting you from the cold winds, only heightened by the wetness. He wants to trace his lips against the rivers that run down your throat and chest, drinking from your skin. He wants... He wants...He wants you. He always wants you. He wants to join you.

And yet....

You smile, all tender all gentle and he can feel himself already beginning to sink. Sinking as he leans forward and steps out into the wetness. Sinking as his arms begin to rise, already ready to conform to the shape of your waist.

And yet....

"That's fair. I suppose if we're both sick..." He was about to relax, welcome you into his embrace, where it was warm and dry, and you weren't practically naked under the water's ministrations, but your eyes light up with a glimmer worse than Asra's and Muriel finds himself hopeful rather than worried in the face of it. Hopeful that you'll drag him out there with you. Hopeful that this wouldn't be making you sick. Hopeful that he'd be able to enjoy this with you. "Well, if we're both sick we could just spend the day in bed together... couldn't we?"

That.. that was a good point. You could. And you could work together to cook maybe? Or maybe before you went to sleep tonight he could cook a big stew in the cauldron, make sure you have enough for tomorrow. The coldness could help it keep and you did recently buy salts at the market so....

"Plus," you continue, unaware of how deep he has already sunk, how pliable he had already become, "if we dry ourselves off well and warm up by the fireplace before we get too cold, we shouldn't get sick, right?"

Muriel remembers that reasoning from somewhere before, whether from Asra or his own mind he can't tell, and even more, he can't remember whether or not that had worked. He feels like it did, but you could say nearly anything with that tender look on your face and he could suspend his disbelief for however long you wanted.

So, even if you'll get sick, even if you're practically bare for his eyes to see, he nods and hums, and sinks deeper and deeper with every step he takes through the mud, and when his arms settle against the familiar shape of your hips he finds no hope of escaping again. He settles his face against the top of your head, and for the first time since you had begun to prance around in the rain, Muriel can finally breathe.

You sway around him stepping to an unheard rhythm to the sounds around you. Following your lead, he finds himself taking familiar steps along your muddy dance floor. It's a waltz of sorts, or, he thinks so at least. One similar to the one you danced with him at the winter festival and at the Masquerade all those years ago. It's sloppier than the other dances you've shared before. It's better.

Up, up, up, his hands trail against you, brushing water soaked clothes from your body, to trace patterns directly against your cold skin. Ice cold really. Telling by the shudder that wracks your body, and how you melt against him quickly after, his warmth is more than welcome against you, and so he allows himself to indulge a little more. Higher, his hands rise until it's pressed against the flat of your back, between your shoulders and pressing you closer to him. It makes your shirt to ride up a little in the front, letting your belly press against his, skin-to-skin. The feeling makes him greedy. Makes him want to have your shirt off entirely, and press your cold bare chest against his, skin-to-skin. In his own mind he reasons feebly that he needs to keep you warm. As desperate and hungry as he is right now, he still recognizes the idea as the unreasonable thought it is. So he only raises his hand a little higher, just enough that his fingers can trace the bottom of your nape, and so he can cradle you in a way that gives him access to those rivers he's been longing to drink from.

His hair is soaked now, wet enough to stick to his skin, and wet enough to stay out of his face if he sweeps it back, giving him full unobstructed access to your tender throat. He acts before he can even think, licking a hot stripe up against the coldness of your skin, and finds, several kisses later, that you've stopped moving.

Worry guides him to retreat from his haven against your skin, check your own expression and your own thoughts on the matter. Are you feeling cold? Sick? Do you just want to stop? Or are you....? He's met with a half-melted expression adorning your face, lips parted, and eyes half-lidded, leaning in close and just about to kiss.

Despite the coolness of your skin, your breath is still warm as it fans against his lips.

Despite the closeness, and the tenderness of your expression, he still wants to be certain.

"We..." You sway closer for just a moment, and Muriel can't tell if you're teasing, or you're already dizzy from the rain or the clash of warm and cold around you. "...We stopped dancing."

You hum drowsily, and press your lips against his. It's wet—both your lips and the kiss—and under the cruel grasp of the elements it feels colder than it should. A lock of hair slips from behind his ear and gently smacks your cheek as he melts against you, but with the taste of your lips so sweet on his tongue, Muriel finds every error and every twinge of discomforting cold drowned out by the warm feeling of you against him, pressed wetly against his skin, your warmth highlighted in the cold that surrounds you both.

And then you pull back, smile, and confess, "I...I think my legs stopped working when you brushed your fingers against my neck."

Muriel checks, momentarily, even knowing that you were over exaggerating. But it's a reason to look at your hips , your thighs and muddied calves, trace the shapes highlighted by the cling of your clothes. Greedily, he'd take any excuse you give, any chance you'd offer. Still under the guise of checking your legs, he traces his free hand—the one not caught under your shirt—down your hips to rub warmth into your trembling thighs. He'd never confess it aloud, but most of the time, his worrying checkups are just an extra excuse to feel you or look at you, all while also ensuring that you're okay. You roll your eyes and shake your head at his worrying, and seem so oblivious to his wandering eyes or hands. No knowing smirks or coy grins, that make him burn bright red, just his hands and your body. It lets him appreciate your body without worrying that he'd need to explain something to you somehow, or make him feel like he's trespassing into your space. There's a perfectly good reason why he's holding you.

And, of course, you rewarded him every time with your tender sighs, and soft kisses trying to dissuade his concern.

Perhaps if you didn't want him to worry so much you could stop rewarding him for it? Maybe....? Who knows? He's certainly never going to bring it up to you.

He slips his hand lower, feeling your flesh grow colder the further he got from your chest. He thought you were cold as ice before, but your legs, beneath the mud, felt almost frozen. His eyes flicker up, worried and concerned but the path to your face is blocked by other enticing sights and Muriel finds himself having to tear his eyes away before they linger far too long.

"You're cold," he mutters eventually. "We should get inside. You'll freeze if you stay out here any longer."

Up, up, up, your hands catch his before they slip away, leading his eyes to the points where he had held you, along your waist and your neck, and to the sight of your body under pouring rain.

"but you're so warm... just stay, hold me. Tighter, like this." your cold hands snake down his warm body, wrapping tightly around his torso to pull him flush against you. His body becomes warmer at the touch, through of no control of his own. Burying your face against his skin, what once was a waltz takes on a new form.

Beneath the hiss of the rain, and surrounded by the forest, shuddering violently under the downfall, you and Muriel take languid steps from side to side, idly dancing—if he could even call it that. All you were really doing was swaying side to side, trying to keep your body warm through the movement.

For a moment, Muriel was tempted to compare the little sway to your ballroom dance once more, he wanted to say that for whatever tiny little steps you were making, the both of you were dancing better than any dance he's seen in those extravagant masquerades. He'd say that it was the best dance in all of Vesuvia, it was probably better than dances in Prakra, or even in Nopal, and it was all because you held him in your arms, and he got to hold you back.

He could praise your little dance for eternity within the safety of his own mind, but in truth, he didn't really care about the dance. He's never really seen enough dances or danced enough to make the comparison meaningful in any sense, and if he got to dance with you, he didn't need to dance again anywhere else, let alone see some other strangers dance.

All that mattered in the freezing cold, as you stepped side to side, was you, warm in his arms, and the ever so slight shift of his steps luring you closer and closer back to your home.

Home. Your home.

If he were not already melting in your embrace, under the scrutiny of your stray kisses and wandering hands, Muriel would have begun to melt at the thought alone.

Little by little, in a way he hopes is subtle he lures you back inside. Small steps angled towards the golden light that spills from the cracks and crevices of your shared home, he begins to bring you back. Back where it was warm, back where it was dry. He could probably lift you up and carry you home, but you had wanted to dance and enjoy the rain, and enjoy the feeling of him holding you.

He wants to let you have that. As much as possible.

[seokgyuu]

heyyy hope you're having a good day

so imagine meeting Vernon's family for the first time. you were so nervous but his parents were really nice so you felt comfortable instantly, But as you had been tense for days you felt the need to get off, so when he showed you his childhood bedroom you needed him to fuck you right then and there. As y'all know Vernon is disciplined and wouldn't want you to misbehave either. but he finally agreed when you begged (how can he resist you) he didn't want you to make a sound tho... soo wall sex with Vernon in his childhood bedroom with his fam outside?

hii omg yes, thank you! I hope you are having a great day too!!! <3

interesting that you came to me about vernon since he is still up in challenge me and i haven't written anything about him yet BUT... i love it, hehe.

So, as a thank you for this, find a little bit more under the read more... hehe.

PAIRING: Vernon x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: begging, slight degradation, use of pet names (baby, slut, whore), doggy, dirty talk, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 620

"You really are insatiable, aren't you, baby?" Vernon chuckles behind you. His body is pressed against yours, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel his member throb inside of you. He hasn't moved since he entered you, your hips wiggling, but he doesn't let you go. Instead he kisses your neck, sucks on the sensitive skin. Both of you are aware his family is outside. Both of you know it's risky. And yet, how could he ever say no to you, especially when you begged him to fuck you? Just the words alone: "Vernonie... I need your cock, please just fuck me, I'll be quiet!" had already been it for him.

"P-Please," you whined now, tears pooling in your eyes. Your boyfriend smirks against your skin, one hand that was holding you against the wall before now moves down and to your front, thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit.

"Really think you can take it? And be quiet, my little slut?" You nod rapidly and Vernon licks his lips before he finally does his first thrust, having you gasp. Your walls clench around him and he presses his face against your neck, hips now not able to stop from fucking into you. When he hears your first moan, he brings his other hand to your mouth, his cock drilling into you at even quicker speed. His mouth is dropped as he watches how his cock slides in and out of you, his orgasm not far. You had riled him up so bad and now you were here, your frontside pressed against the wall of his childhood bedroom, his cock deep inside your wet and needy pussy. Never could he say no to you, never could he resist knowing he had you in the room he used to sleep in, jerking off to images of you, his high school crush.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me, baby, such a needly little whore, can't even wait until we're back home for me to fuck her." His words make your eyes roll back and you throw your hips against him, having him reposition you as a reaction. Now, he has your back arched, your hands prepped against the wall as he fucks you like this, one hand still on your mouth while the other is on your back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sure to have you see stars in less than a few minutes. Your boyfriend throws his head back, a deep groan leaving him when he feels you pulsating around his length. You wanna scream, tell him to fill you up, but you know him well enough to know he will do so anyways. He always does what you need him to, even without you saying it.

And you're right - he continues his spiel, his hips at perfect speed and strength, his breath getting heavier, his groans becoming more desperate. When he feels you come undone around him, drool against his hand so close to drip down your chin, he can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, just like that, cum on my cock, baby. Milk me, fuck, gonna cum and fill you up so good, shit." He lets his hand wader to your hair, pulling you up against his chest as he finishes inside of you; hot perfect cum shooting inside of you, both of you riding your highs out with each other.

Once he slips out of you, he turns you around, his lips finding yours without any trouble.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips and you giggle.

"I love you too. Now, please get me something to clean myself up before your cum drips on your parent's carpet."

[possibilistfanfiction]

Omg i would loveee to read more about Cait’s difficulty dealing with changes when it comes to Vi specifically. The part where you wrote about her going to cry in the washroom when Vi got her summer haircut was adorable but also intrigued me to the point that I was thinking about what else, small things or big changes, she would have difficulty with? And how Vi helps her out in those moments with understanding?

sry i'm just going to be answering a few of these prompts that will show up being explored more in the longer vander fic (the wildfires are delaying my finishing it but one day!)

but ok for now :)

i think for the most part cait just has a hard time processing when ppl change physically (which is common w ppl on the spectrum etc, like girl me too! lol). it's not that she wants to control vi (or anyone!), but just that she processes her own self & appearance in relation to the ppl she's familiar with & cares for. when something changes suddenly it feels rly unsettling & upsetting bc she has to process it all way too fast for her brain, & it feels like her routine / understanding of the world is v abruptly disrupted. it's happened since she was little (& honestly even w her transition she obviously was very sure & excited & so relieved when she got the care she wanted, but she had to talk a lot abt it in therapy to feel ready! again, so fair!!)

the first time it happens w vi, she's like both upset & also extremely embarrassed bc a) vi looks hot? truly a great look, cait loves it & she's so handsome; b) even if she didn't, vi's body is her own & it's one of the things caitlyn cares abt the most -- making sure vi's autonomy is respected & celebrated; c) it made vi happy. so she's like upset, & then upset AT herself for being upset, & then kinda mortified bc she cried in a bathroom lol (to make matters worse jinx also witnessed her little meltdown)

vi just wants to take care of ppl tho & so obviously she's not mad, just kinda confused. she sends jinx off on some errand even tho jinx is like well *i* understand why she's upset but whatever, fine, i'll go pick up ice cream with your credit card :)

so cait & vi do talk & cait is like i'm sorry you look so handsome, i will explain. & she does & vi is like huh, ok. that's rly easy for me to help you with, i don't mind at all (bc it is easy & she rly genuinely doesn't mind)

so in the future if vi wants a haircut or a new tattoo or something she just tells cait like 2 weeks in advance & invites cait to come if she wants. sometimes it helps to see the change happening so she can process it beforehand & also in real time. vi just kind of does it w jinx too bc she'll talk abt it in front of both of them & jinx is like wow this is kinda nice, thanks cait :)

she probably needs a whole new round of therapy abt it once they have a kid bc vi understands cait's timing now but children are just growing & changing constantly lol. but she's the best mom, it's all good

[graneymar]

HII can you do a jealous neymar? Thank you!

#9. NEYMAR: JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

SUMMARY: Neymar is getting jealous because one of his friends seems to like you a little too much

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Oh God, that guy, Gabriel Medina, he’s literally so hot! Have you already met him?", Nessa, my best friend, asked and held up her phone, a picture of Gabriel on her screen. "Yeah, last time we were in Brasil I've met him a few times. He's really nice", I told her as I prepared Neymars favorite salad for him. He would be home from training soon. "I am having the biggest crush on him, literally. Next time you're going to Brasil and get to meet him you gotta take me with you", she insisted, "Why have you never talked about him before? I usually know when you're hanging out with Neys friends." The moment she finished her sentence, my phone lit up. An instagram notification. Speak of the devil and he appears. Gabriel replied to my insta story.

"The weather in Paris looks shit, you better move your ass to São Paulo soon 😏 jk. Tell me when you're here again tho!"

I never really knew how to react to Gabriel acting this way. Was he actually flirting or just trying to be nice and funny? I knew most of Neymars friends and none of them acted like this, at least not around me. I glanced up at Nessa and handed her my phone, "That’s why I prefer not to talk about him - at all." Nessas mouth fell open as she read the message. "Y/N, he obviously laid his eyes on you! Does Ney know about it?" I shook my head from left to right quickly. We were together for nine months now, but I still didn't feel good about talking negatively about one of his closest friends. Plus, Gabriel meant a lot to him, I didn't want to be the reason their friendship would come to an end. "Neymar doesn’t know anything about it and I don't want him to know, at least not yet", I answered her question and heard something drop onto the ground. I slightly turned my head to find Neymar standing in the door frame, his training bag on the floor next to him. His eyes said more than a thousand words. He must’ve heard us. "Hi babe, how was training?", I rapidly put on a fake smile to hide my shock. No reaction from his side. "Uhm, I made you your favorite salad! Are you hungry?" He watched me for a few seconds, my nervousness rising, before he finally spoke up. "I don’t know about what? What is it that you don’t want me to know?" I gulped, my heartbeat skipped a beat. Nessas eyes kept on wandering between us until she decided to get up from her seat. "I'll just leave you two alone", she shyly said, "Have a nice day!" And with that, the front door was closed behind her. Neymar still stood in the door frame, his eyes literally looking right through me, the silence in the room was unbearable. "Are you going to tell me what you’ve been talking about now or do I have to find out another way?", he said, his voice calm yet mad. I bit the side of my cheek, not sure what I was supposed to do. I unlocked my phone and went on instagram in order to show him mine and Gabriels chat, but I got cut off in the middle of doing so. "Seriously? You're going on fucking instagram now?", Neymar raised his angry voice. My body twitched at his tone. I put my phone onto the kitchen counter and pushed it to Neymar, Gabriels message already visible. I followed his eyes reading every word, but I wasn’t able to read his facial expression. He then took my phone and scrolled through the chat, reading about how Gabriel called me beautiful, saying I should come back to São Paulo, sending me songs and a lot of - mostly shirtless - photos of himself. "Block him", he suddenly said. I looked at him in disbelief. "Ney, he’s one of your best friends. Don’t you think it’ll be awkward when I see him again after I blocked him?" He handed me back my phone and looked me straight in the eyes. "Who says you’ll see him again? I won’t let that bastard get near you." I shook my head from left to right, "Don't talk about him like that, he’s still one of the closest people to you."

"You really think I'll act like everything is alright after this son of a bitch tried to get to my woman? He better pray to God I won't see him next time I'm in Brasil. He really thinks he can pull whoever he wants with his sparkly eyes, adorable smile and bodybuilder body. Always acting like Mister Charming and being oh so funny. You can try to pull whoever you want, but not my girl." I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t stop myself from quietly giggling. He looked at me all confused. "What’s so funny?"

"Is someone getting jealous?", I playfully raised my brows at him. "Me? Jealous? Of who?", he replied, trying to deny what was obvious. "I quote: his sparkly eyes, adorable smile, bodybuilder body." Neymar shrugged. "So what? I'm still better. He doesn’t even come close to me." His lips were pouted and his eyes wandered to the ground as he was speaking. "Aw babe", I started, positioning myself right in front of him and wrapping my hands around his neck, "You are the most attractive, truly the most handsome man I've met in my whole life. No one makes me laugh like you do. You make me the happiest and I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend than you." I smiled and kissed his lips gently. His facial expression softened as he placed his hands onto my waist. "Just block him, ok?"

"Your wish is my command", I nodded before pecking his lips once more.