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Late Night “Talks”

Sevika x Reader

Smut with a bit’a fluff.

Warnings: Sex: degradation, ass slapping/griping, strap-on, crying, fingering, streching out your hoo-haa, and biting. (r! receiving)

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Sevika grousing in her thoughts. Where would the night lead you? Cozied up with your girlfriend or being roughed up by her? (You already know where this shit’s going idek why i put a summary…)

A/N: I couldn’t find any fuckass photos for this fic. Pinterest ain’t freaky enough!!

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With a dry swallow, you stirr in your sleep. Groggily waking up and looking around. Sevika wasn’t in bed, and it was midnight. Maybe a work emergency? Probably out late gambling again. Would she really ditch you for a card game? You still couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright. Great risk came with being Silco’s second, both you and your girlfriend knew that. She was probably cleaning up after Jinx? You thought. Maybe even doing whatever her scrawny boss told her to do; her boss who you, very much, hated.

Shifting to a sitting position, you reached for the cup on your nightstand. Empty. Groaning with frustration, you pushing off the bed, and go to grab a cool cup of water. Making your way towards the kitchen, you hear rustling in the living room. Curious yet scared, you take careful steps and peak towards the room. Thinking it was you about to get robbed, you were expecting a man. Maybe even multiple.

Then again, if you had gotten robbed, one scratch on you and Sevika would go crazy. You’re talkin’ search the entirety of Zaun and find the asshole(s) who even thought of touching you.

But, to your surprise, it was your girlfriend. Sitting on the couch, hands inbetween her spread legs, and body tense. “Sevi?” You called out, slowly approaching her. She was leaned heavily onto the couch, looking surprised to see you. “Fuck..” Mumbling under her breath, she turned her head to you. “Did I.. uh, wake you?” Her voice a grumble as she patted the empty space beside her. You accepted her invite and plopped down next to her. Thighs touching, she huffed softly before her prosthesis arm came around your hips. “No, no.. I woke up to get some water.” You answered.

Judging from her eyebags and the smell of alcohol, she was drained. It was twelve fourty-eight at night and Sevika hadn’t had a wink of sleep. “You look exhausted, let’s go to sleep?” Bringing a hand to her hair, your slim fingers ran through her dark locks in order to untangle any knots, even brush away her tension. She grunted into the touch, clearly trying her best not seem weak.

Sevika had grown to think affection was weakness, it was to her pathetic in a way. So, your job, as her girlfriend, was to show her it was okay to open up, to express even the tiniest bit of vulnerability.

“Was it work? Again?” You tilted your head to try to get a better look at her face. Lidded red eyes and furrowed brows, she was definitely not okay. “Nah, just..” A weary sigh left her lips, “you should go back to sleep.” Of course she’d kept a wall between you and her job. No matter what, she’d made it clear she wanted you no where near what she did for a living. To stay out of her profession life. “At least.. give me an answer?” Hands now in your lap, you fidget with the hem of your red pajama shorts. Feeling grey eyes on you, you know you’re about to get a no. About to be shot down with a change of subject.

“Jinx.” She said, leaning forward with her arms on her spread legs. “That’s all you’re gettin’..” At her response, you silently thanked her for being, at least, a bit truthful, it was better than nothing. Letting her answer hang for a second, you smile widely and try to brighten up the mood. “I knew it!” Shoving her arm with yours, she chuckled lowly before placing her heavy hand on your thigh. “Hm, ‘course you did, you little brat.” Her voice was full of fondness, a hint of exhaustion still lingered as her thumb traced the inside of your thigh.

“Y’know I don’t want you gettin’ involved with my shit, right?” She’d said that a million times, but this time it was.. a little more heartfelt. She was protecting you, and you knew that. “Yeah, I do. But I expect you to give me some sort of explanation, instead of shuting me out. Yeah?”

The first few months of dating were rough. Sure, intimacy was sky rocketing but not so much the trust part. Emotions were usually bottled up by Sevika, and fucking you was her way of getting them out. Horrible coping mechanism, you’d tell her. Your girlfriend was more protective than a guard dog, hovering over you and staring you down whenever the two of you would head out. As nice as it felt to feel owned, it was irritating having her get riled up over small-talk with a friendly stranger. But, thank to your understanding, you and Sevika had grown out of the bad habits.

“Yeah, yeah..” She muttered out, resting her back against the couch with a huff. “I try to.” With that, the room held a comfortable silence. For a few seconds, Sevika’s words hung for a moment too long before she gave your thigh a squeeze, coaxing out a response. “Better than nothing.” Is what she got, which she smiled and shook her head at. “Anyways..” Voice less still, “What’d this pretty little thing do today?” Thumbs grazing over your soft, delicate skin.

Masterbate? Why?

“Books and this lame ass TV.” You lied, smiling and trying to hide the truth. But, this had happened countless times and Sevika was used to it by now. Used to your.. horniess. Patting your thigh and inching closer to your core, she spread your legs. “And, you expect me to believe that?” Voice amused and sultry, she moved to wrap her prosthetic around your hip and pullled you onto her lap. Your chest against hers, she grabbed the back of your neck and drew you into a much needed kiss.

Tongue entering your mouth, running along your lips, and then dancing around your own tongue, Sevika was completely aware of what she was doing. As much as you tried to keep your noises to herself, the feel of her biting your bottom lip and gripping onto your ass was what made you unable to restrain yourself. Whining for more you arch into her and cup her heated face. It was hard to ignore the pulse of your pussy. It was yelling for contact.

Sevika whispered a soft, “I feel it.” With a chuckle inbetween the kiss. Obviously, it made you embarrassed. You didn’t expect your cunt to be so fuckin’ needy, especially after a small peck on the lips. Pulling away, your girlfriend slid her giant, flesh hand up your shorts and rested her fingertip against your clit. A squeak escaped your lips and you had already begun to feel yourself getting wet. “Shit’s got a pulse, Baby..” She teased out, a cocky smirk on her face as her prosthetic arm gripped onto your hip to keep you still. “I know..” You huff out, resting your sweaty palms on your girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Let’s fix that, give you the satisfaction you’re clearly needing.” With that, she moved your underwear to the side and immediately slid her finger in. Being wet, you were already lubed up and ready. She took advantage of that and added another one of her big fingers. It filled you up, like.. completely. One more and you’d be streched out like some whore. Even though Sevika would fuck you like one.

Moaning at the movement, you shift your hips to find a comfortable position. Legs spread more evenly, back arched, and head coming to land onto Sevika’s shoulder. “There y’go..” Words murmured into your ear, she began moving. Curling against your g-spot, she slid her fingers in an out.

God, you wish she’d use her strap.

“Be a good bitch and stay still.” You obediently kept your hips still even though they were begging to be shuddered, to be able to tremble. Each in and out had you moaning and filling the living room with your lewd noises. Sevika’s eyes stayed on your figure before her prosthetic arm shifted to grip your tits, twisting your bud with enough pressure to make you whimper. “Sevi, baby..” Voice shaky and barely audible, you couldn’t contain the lewd noise that interrupted your sentence. “Faster?.. please?” — Pleading, you were fucking pleading. Sevika gave you a scoff, smacking your ass with her prosthetic arm before sinking her teeth into the skin of your shoulder. “You dirty little thing.” Was all she said before fastening her pace, even placing a thumb on your clit to give you more than one sensation to deal with. Circular motions on your bud as her two fingers worked inside of you to release the pressure bubbling up.

Each rub, touch, was enough to send you over the edge. But you wanted it to last longer, considering you’d been waiting to be fucked the whole day. Even masterbating didn’t work, your fingers were too slow for your liking. No dirty words were being whispered into your ear, which made the experience boring. Not to mention the absence of your girlfriend’s groans and huffs.

“Y’like that, don’t you?” She groaned inbetween biting and marking your shoulder and neck. “You’re getting fucked harder than this, Princess.” And with that, Sevika gave you the final rub to get you shuddering and whimpering out with pleasure. Arms tightly wrapped around your girlfriend, you cried out. You were at your peak, letting go of the tension in your body and completely melting against your girlfriend. Fingers sliding out, she made sure to clean them off with her mouth. Tongue licking off your cum, Sevika gave your ass a squeeze before pulling you to wrap your legs around her waist. Carrying your weary body towards the bedroom, she made sure to grab her thick strap-on.

Tossing you onto the bed, she stripped you naked with agressive, yet careful tugs. “Let’s see if you last long with a cock up your cunt.” She’d grunt out, taking her time to undress and stare over your perfect figure. Every curve, dip, and turn left her breath to hitch. She, herself, began to undress. Pulling her clothes off her toned and muscular body. The sight had your pussy thirsting for her. Tightening on her strap, she pulled you by the calves and held them up to her shoulders. You were positioned on the edge of the bed, legs spread as you laid on your back with Sevika’s strap dug halfway into your entrance. Enjoying the sight of you, she gave out a smug little grin.

“You’re gorgeous, baby..” Adoration and lust in her husky voice, she tilted her head to bite into your trembling legs. “Wanna see you writhing for me.” With that confession, she thwacked her cock into your pussy and it felt like your body had went numb for a second.

Sevika’s strap was thick, much thicker than her two fingers; which you could barely handle. So, for her to shove something so large in your cunt was new and a little painful.

Whimpering, you bring your shaky hands to your forehead and rest them there, letting your girlfriend thrust deep and hard until the sting of the strech was gone. Sure, it took some time, but afterwards you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure— literally. You were crying. With each blow, your body was quivering. With your head spinning and heart pounding, you were a mess. “There you go, just like that..” Sevika smiled out, enjoying seeing those tears on your disheveled face. “Cry like the slut you are.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she held onto your hips as her thrusts became increasingly deeper, more steady, and stronger. “Fuck.. I.. I’m close!..” Head tilted to the side, you watched as Sevika placed a pillow under your hips.

Immediately, you felt the tip of her strap hitting your weak spot and you immediately gasped. The position was new and you knew for a fact that Sevika had done her research. “Shit.. Vika.. I… it’s too good..” You’d breath out, “S’fuckin’ good..”

You had found your new favourite position.

Hands gripping the sheets, you stare at the visibility of Sevika’s strap in you. You could see the way it went in and out, giving your flesh a bump. “Like seein’ it?” Your girlfriend huffed out, slapping your thighs before fucking you faster. “Yeah..” You nod, your moaned out answer a plead. “You’re fuckin’ filty for this cock, aren’t ya’?” She said, turning your pussy into a sex-toy with how rough she was drilling into it. The pressure was building up, heat pooling in your stomach as your body prepared for the release.

With the few final hammers, you let out a cry as your orgasm hit. Hands covering your face before sevika smacked ‘em away, your hips writhing and shaking at the intensity of your release. She enjoyed every second of your reaction. Furrowed brows, mouth open, eyes shut, cheeks a light red, and voice raspy from straining moans.

Holy fuck, that was probably the best sex you’d ever had.

Sliding out her cum-drenched strap, Sevika pulled your folds apart to see how much she’d streched you out. Your hole was ruined, completely owned by your girlfriend. Just as she liked it.

Body weary and sore, you gasped for air. Yeah, that was the definitely the last round. Head clouded and dizzy, you reach for your girlfriend as she pulled you against her chest with her prosthesis arm. The cool metal making your heated skin stand up with goosebumps. Grabbing a few extra-soft tissues, she wiped you clean. Shaking, you nuzzle into your girlfriend’s neck and breathed in that metallic, sweet smell of hers. You would always crave her smell when she was at work, even spraying some of her old cologne around the apartment to help with the loneliness. Eyes fluttering closed as you let your girlfriend clean you up, she rubbed your back with her flesh hand. Then, Sevika’s thick lips pressed loving and proud kisses on your shoulder and neck. Specifying going over the love-bites she’d left behind from earlier.

Your girlfriend was always good with aftercare, especially after ripping your pussy open, she knew you needed some time to cool down. Relax and regain your energy.

[icallhimjoey]

https://www.tumblr.com/icallhimjoey/769345688851103744/i-asked-for-pyjama-vibe-joe-and-forgot-about-his

Ohhh can we get a soft pyjama and glasses Joey? Like him wearing the combo for the first time because it’s a new relationship and we looooove it. Or us stealing the shirt after freaky time. Or idek! The possibilities!

soft pyjama and glasses joey, at your service Wordcount: 2.1K

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Not A Wink

“Wait, can you… wait here. Wait, no. Just. Yea… wait here and, also, um... yea, maybe... maybe close your eyes a second…” you pushed Joe away from your closed bedroom door, two hands to his chest.

Joe took hold of both of them as he laughed, easily letting you push him back, stepping backwards down the hall.

“What are you hiding in there that I can’t see?”

You were having a hard time hiding your own smile.

“No, nothing, I just… I’ve got to just check something, quickly. Just in case. Wait here.”

You were the cutest girl he’d ever met. Joe couldn’t quite believe he was allowed into the home of the cutest girl he’d ever met.

“Close your eyes.” You insisted, and Joe couldn’t help laugh more, his arms stretching as you walked back to your bedroom, touching until you were out of reach.

“I can’t see anything from here!”

“Close your eyes!”

Joe gave you a deadpan stare, shoulders dropping, but joy never leaving his face. When you waited by the door, hand on the handle, and looked at him in silence for a moment, he rolled his eyes and finally complied.

“It’ll just be a second,” you said, your smile evident in your voice.

Joe heard a door open, then soft footsteps, some light shuffling, and then silence. He wondered if he was going to be able to tell what needed a last minute wipe down. As if he was going to care about a crease in your bedsheets. You should see his bedroom…

“Okay, ready. You can open your eyes.”

Joe’d been a good boy and had really kept his eyes closed. When he opened them, it was to you stood in your doorway, both hands behind your back, biting down on your bottom lip as you smiled.

Cutest girl in the world.

“Yea? Am I allowed in?”

Joe got to see your bedroom exactly as you wanted it to look every day, but how you never managed to leave it. With everything in its place, no dirty laundry on the floor, no clothes on the clothes-chair, no half-empty mugs on the bedside table and, most importantly, the bed made.

You never made your bed. You’d do it once when you changed the sheets, and then left a rumpled mess behind when you rushed out of bed after sleeping through your alarm each morning.

“Wow,” Joe said, overdoing it a tad, just to fuck with you. “This looks like a hotel room.”

It didn’t. Not really.

“Thanks.” You smiled, ignoring his humorous tone and taking the compliment as if he’d really meant it. When you looked at him, you saw how his gaze had landed on where you slept in your bed. He pointed a finger as he raised his eyebrows.

“Is this from where you send me voice notes every night?” Joe took a step forward, his eyes on you as his index finger still pointed at your pillow.

You nodded, teeth digging into your lip. It was impossible to lose your smile.

“This is…” Joe started, looking at your bed for a moment, scanning the sheets and trying to picture you in that spot. No make-up, pyjamas on. Face in your pillow, phone in hand. In a short while, he wasn’t going to have to imagine that anymore. “This is sort of strange, isn’t it?” Joe mused, turning his face to see you stood in your doorway still.

“Why?” you asked, watching on as Joe sat down on top of the covers, acting like he just took a seat on a throne which made you giggle. “You’re making it strange.”

“It’s like I’m visiting a famous landmark.”

You grinned as you watched him sensibly bounce on your mattress a couple of times, getting a feel for it.

“It is like visiting a famous landmark.” You joked, and then quickly added. “Don’t leave a Google review though, I move around a lot in my sleep and I couldn’t bear the negative feedback.”

Joe laughed as he got back up, couldn’t help his arms reaching out to grab hold of you as your face beamed with pride at making Joe laugh like that. You bit your lips so hard, you nearly drew blood.

For a moment you just stood like that. Close. Holding each other, faces just inches removed, twin smiles about to burst. You weren’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

“Did you um,” you cast your eyes down to his button-down shirt. To his jeans. “Did you bring a more comfortable outfit?”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I brought my pyjamas?”

“Were you planning on watching a film in jeans?”

Ha, he thought. A film. If he’d got the chance, he’d be watching you more than he’d be watching any film this evening. His eyes tended to stick to you with too much ease.

Like right now.

“Or is this a no-bottoms sort of evening?” you challenged light-heartedly.

Joe’s eyes scanned your face a moment as he grinned.

“I brought pyjamas.” He then said, leaning down a little in hopes of sneaking a kiss.

You let him sneak one without any fuss. Warm lips of a warm smile to warm lips of a warm smile.

“In your overnight bag?” you teased, having made a big deal of the backpack he’d walked in with earlier, before dinner.

“In my overnight bag.” Joe didn’t mind how the simple fact that he brought some things over was somehow entertainment he was providing you with. It was either that, or the bad puns he’d make, and a giggle at a pair of soft pyajama bottoms didn’t feel quite as embarrassing as an awkward joke would likely make him feel.

Joe was told to change whilst you made your way into the bathroom to take your make-up off.

You felt real butterflies about the prospect of having Joe over properly for the first time ever. This was the first time you had made plans that extended to the next morning. This was going to be more than just some raunchy touching in your living room before he’d leave just before or just after midnight to go sleep in his own bed.

You were going to be wearing pyjamas around each other.

Brush your teeth in your bathroom before you’d crawl into bed together.

Prepare and have breakfast in your kitchen the next morning.

You swiped a cotton round over your eyes and heard Joe move around in your flat. Just him existing on his own in your space made your stomach flip. Halfway through your facial cleanse, Joe suddenly appeared behind you, and for a moment, you smiled at each other in the mirror. He was still in his button down, but his jeans had been replaced with a pair of faded black joggers. For a moment you thought maybe he had a question about something, but before you could even ask, he stepped forward and casually placed a dark blue toiletry bag next to the sink.

So domestic.

You refrained from opening it and having a peek inside as you finished up in the bathroom, hair tied up, face clean and bare. You made your way back to your bedroom to change into your own pyjamas and found evidence of Joe left behind. His charger in the socket on the side of the bed where he’d be sleeping. His backpack to the side. His clothes semi folded in a messy pile on the dresser.

Looking at all of Joe’s things in your bedroom with the background noise of him pottering about in your kitchen made you smile so much, you wondered when your cheeks were going to grow sore.

So domestic.

“What do you want to drink?” he called across your flat, and earlier, when Joe had offered you a drink in your own home, it had solely been to make you laugh. This time, it didn’t feel so much like a joke as it felt like he genuinely wanted to do something nice for you. Get you a drink so you wouldn’t have to get it yourself. A simple sweet gesture that probably wasn’t meant to make you feel the way it did.

There were so many things about the beginnings of a new relationship that you didn’t like.

The risk of letting a new person into your life wasn’t lost on you. Letting someone in too quick, too soon. Revealing too much of yourself too quick, too soon. The vulnerability that opened you up to the possiblity to get hurt...

Scary stuff.

But the excitement of it all? The constant uncontrollable smile you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face. The butterflies wreaking havoc inside of your stomach. Giggly breathlessness that turned nerves into excitement. The way all of it could make you feel lightheaded in the good way?

Fucking gold.

With your body in a soft cosy outfit, you found Joe in your kitchen wearing an outfit not unlike your own. For a fraction of a second, the nervous thought of Joe getting to see you in your factory settings crossed your mind.

But then you saw his glasses.

Joe hadn’t yet worn his glasses in front of you, and stood here in your living area now, in a cream-coloured cotton long-sleeved shirt, you couldn’t help the way that made your eyebrows pinch together.

How could a man look sexy and adorable at the same time?

“Glass of–... uh oh,” Joe turned around holding up a freshly opened bottle of wine, but stopped mid-sentece when he saw your expression. “Sorry, was I not meant to–”

“No, no!” you cut him off, and tried your very best to keep the laugh that bubbled up inside. “No, that’s– yes. Yes. That’s fine, yea. I would love a glass, thanks.”

Joe frowned a little in confusion, eyes narrowing, but his smile unwavering.

“It’s just,” you hestitated telling him. Thought maybe he wouldn’t appreciate what you considered to be a genuine compliment.

“Just... a bottle of wine that you were saving for a special occassion that I wasn’t meant to open?” Joe made a face, and it was becoming a little bit embarrassing at how easily he had you in stitches. “Or what?”

“No,” you laughed, and Joe couldn’t help the slight muddled huff of laughter that escaped his nose. This really wasn’t helping the cute allegations. “No, it’s just that,” you tried again, grabbing two glasses from a cabinet and placing them down in front of Joe. “You look...”

Before you finished that sentence, you let your eyes dance over him. The flash of selfconsiousness across his face only endeared him more to you.

“A mess?”

“Cute.”

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, but you definitely didn’t think the comment was going to make Joe blush so fiercely. Hadn’t anticipated him turning slightly shy as he put the bottle down, dropped his head to his shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut whilst an arm reached to pull you in.

“Sorry,” you said through a giggle as you got trapped into a tight hug.

“Stealing my compliments now, are we?”

“I think it’s the glasses,” you gladly accepted the firmly pressed kisses to the top of your head.

“You think?” Joe pulled back a little and adjusted them on his nose as he looked at you through the lenses.

“Yea, I do.” You smiled, peering up at him, hoping that if you smiled and looked at his lips for long enough, he’d get the hint.

He did get the hint, but didn’t give you what you were asking for before he got both his hands on your face, both thumbs on your cheeks, both pinkies hooking your jaw.

“Guess I’ll keep them on then.” Joe managed to say through a kiss, and he said it like he’d be doing you a favour.

Which, he would be, actually. But he was joking, so you laughed against his mouth, and the giggle made Joe want to eat you alive. Swallow you whole. Squeeze your bodies together until they weren’t able to ever unstick again.

There was an open bottle of wine on the counter next to you, a TV waiting for someone to press play on its remote, and a bed eager for two bodies to occupy it all the way until the morning.

But Joe was kissing a cute girl in her kitchen, glasses bumping into her nose, and felt no rush to move out of the hold you had on him.

Cutest girl in the world.

Yea, he wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

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i would LOVE a lestappen snippet

this is for you and @princesscharlesofmonaco 💕 (this is an extremely canon compliant fic set in 2022. idek i saw one gif and spiraled. this snippet is set right after max wins the championship in 2021)

By two in the morning, Max felt tipsy enough that the room slid a bit when he leaned over the urinal. He felt the perfect level of drunk. Drunk enough that he felt like a god. Drunk enough that he felt like a world champion, maybe.

Max had his head tipped back, eyes shut, pumping his fist to the music, when he heard a voice shout, “Enjoying the attention?”

Max opened his eyes to find Charles standing in front of him, a little smirk on his lips.

Max couldn’t help but notice that Charles looked unfairly good. His hair was perfectly mussed despite the heat of the club, and his shirt—a blue linen button-down that hung perfectly on his broad shoulders—brought out the green of his eyes. 

“It’s alright,” Max said with a shrug. “Rather just enjoy the music.”

Charles’s smirk grew. “Well, I am not going to congratulate you, if that makes you feel better.”

Max let out a shocked laugh. He forgot, sometimes, what a sore loser Charles was, tricked like everyone else by Charles’s impeccable media training. But Max liked when he was reminded. It made Charles feel human. Touchable, maybe.

Max flushed at the thought and forced his features into a mirror of Charles’s smirk. “No, Leclerc?” Max asked. “I thought you were my biggest fan.”

Charles laughed, the breathy, soft one that made his eyes go squinty and his shoulders hitch up by his ears. Max could count on one hand the number of times he’d made Charles laugh like that.

“I do not think you need any more fans, Verstappen,” Charles said. “I think it is good for you, maybe, to hear from someone who does not think you are God’s gift to racing.”

Max snorted. “Yes, thanks, mate. Very thoughtful of you.”

“I try,” Charles said, giving Max a horrible attempt at a wink.

Max couldn’t figure why Charles was talking to him. They didn’t do this, banter and chat and tease each other. Max honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to Charles outside of the paddock. 

Charles took a sip of his drink, frowning when the straw made a slurping sound. “I need another drink,” he announced, looking at Max expectantly.

Max wasn’t sure what that had to do with him. “Okay,” Max said. “Then go get one.”

“Yes, well”—Charles ducked his head, looking up at Max from under his lashes—“I was thinking it would taste better, maybe, if a world champion bought it for me. I am sure Red Bull gave you a very nice bonus, yes?”

“Charles,” Max said, letting out a disbelieving laugh, “you came over here solely to tell me you weren’t going to congratulate me for winning the championship, and now you’re trying to get me to buy you a drink.”

Charles gave him a slightly sheepish grin. “I think you will still do it, yes?”

Max knew he should say no. Charles had been, to put it kindly, a bit of a dick since he’d turned up, and it’d be embarrassing, honestly, buying him a drink after that.

But Max found himself saying, “Yeah, I—fine.”

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a/n: imma give you a sneak peek for now to give y'all some idea about my works (i'm terribly sorry bc like i said, i type so slow idek why and my brain lags every 5 mins) this is an apology i can manage for the mean time 😭😭 pls do not hesitate to tell me, whatever means, if you wanted to be added to the taglist, tysm! 🥀✨

genre: angst, fluff, smut, university au, part of the ATEEZ Minisode Series

It is a good day to live and breathe like any normal person.

The weather is actually nice, a little cloudy with a nice touch of spring air, the skies are bluer than Taylor Swift's eyes and said singer's song titled 'The Man' is blasting through your earphones. You feel vigorous, your pristine white uniform for your medical course gives you a certain glow. Your classes went well, acing all of the assessments without much studying done, oh, truly a lucky day for you.

Then all hell breaks loose when your lovely friend, Felix, spills the tea during lunch at the cafeteria, his thick aussie accent that you usually love screeched like a racing car's tire in your ears.

"I heard that Kim Hongjoong of the music department has a crush on you."

"What the fuck?"

He held his hands up, explaining that he heard it while passing by their building. The way people narrated the 'girl' sounds exactly like you, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the information as Felix lists out the descriptions that caught his ears.

'She's from the Allied of Health and Sciences department.'

'She's really intelligent and kind, well, that's what the professors had said.'

'A fluent speaker! Shy at times but really bubbly with her friends.'

"I did say that I want some spice in my boring college life but not like this!" you exclaimed, stabbing a kimchi with your fork and aggressively eating it, the spice further heating your head up.

"Not like what?" just then, your other friend Lily, sat down beside you with her own tray of food.

"Felix here is spreading some fake news, he said that someone named Kim Hongjoong has a crush on me." you explained, side eyeing the freckled man before continuing to eat the remainder of your lunch.

"Oh yeah, he does. Some people are already shipping you together."

Then you choked at Lily's nonchalant reply, making her grimace and pat your back as an attempt to soothe your burning pharynx.

You did not expect her to agree at all, and you made sure to tell her that with the way you glared at her.

"He's not that bad, yes he is a music major like Hee-" you stare at her hard, not wanting to hear that specific name. Lily clears her throat and rephrases her sentence, "It is true that he is a music major, but you don't have to lump them all in one category. He's nice, my cousin knows him."

Felix nods, gulping his food before speaking, "Plus, it's just a crush. It's not like he's gonna court you all of a sudden."

They have a point, you don't have to make a big deal out of it. Besides, it's a rumor, most of the time it's plain bullshit.

You need to calm down. You're having a great day, a great start of the semester and you'll be damned if it'll be ruined this early.

Then the students at the library squealed like dying squirrels when they saw you enter. The other music majors at the university gates gave you a wink, hell, even one of the freshmen congratulated you and even said, 'You and Hongjoong-hyung will look good together!'

You mustered a smile throughout the ordeals, opting to finish the day peacefully like how you started it. Whatever happened today shall pass.

Well.. it should be but then you find yourself stalking the man's social media. You have already found his facebook, twitter, instagram, even his fucking youtube account (he has uploaded some guitar covers and you have to admit he's great at playing the instrument.)

You could defend yourself and blame curiosity later, but now, you'll indulge in some information that you could find on the internet. Surely you haven't seen him before, his face is unfamiliar, heck, you don't even know his name, not until your friends brought it up today.

Kim Hongjoong. A music major born on November 7, plays a lot of musical instruments, can write lyrics and is also a good producer. He sings, raps and dances (he was tagged in a dance cover on instagram, courtesy of someone named Park Seonghwa.) A passionate one in his career you assume as you watch one of his vlogs on facebook. You also listened to his recordings posted in his accounts, and you have to give him applause for his aesthetic instagram account.

He takes nice photos of his surroundings, even himself, and he does know how to make himself look good. He definitely knows the colors that suit him, outfits that make him stand out yet fully blended in the crowd if he wanted to. His hair is also unique, seems healthy despite the dyes that had stayed there for months before being layered by another one.

You lie on your bed, thinking that maybe the man himself isn't that bad. That you may have judged him early prior to knowing him. A fault on your part but it's not like you're going to meet or get to know him or the likes, you were simply curious about him and now that you have seen that his surface isn't dry nor rotten, your curiosity shall now die before the cat inside you does... and it's 3 in the fucking morning and you have 7 am classes so really, you'll still die either way.

What you did not expect though, as you wake up at 6:00 am, getting ready with max speed, was a notification that had you stumbling over your feet.

'Hongstagram has followed you back!'

Follow you back what? Since when did you follow him on his instagram?

You were careful! Very careful in what you were clicking and all that shit, not wanting to leave a trace of your visit in his social media accounts but you were so fucking wrong. You could blame the fuzzy feeling of drowsiness but you were so sure that you didn't click anything out of the ordinary.

Fuck your life.

That was your motto all day long, going as far as being dramatic with your friends during lunch break. Rambling about how he'll think you're a creep for stalking him or, or, how he'll think that you're interested in him when you swear to every rat out there that you're most certainly not.

It was horrible, except for the fact that you gotta eat coffee jelly for dinner because your father bought tons during a sale in the grocery and he couldn't resist his sweet tooth ass to buy some desserts.

Maybe you can sleep all of this away, yes, one night of beauty sleep will rejuvenate all of your worries except when Kim Hongjoong himself messaged you.

You jumped up from your bed when you accidentally tapped the notification on the upper half of your phone, due to your persistent tapping all over the screen because fuck that chop chop filter in tiktok (you're pretty sure you can cut that cucumber up to 200), opening the message and you contemplated whether to left it on read or be polite enough to reply.

You chose the latter, not really wanting for your name to be tarnished if this Hongjoong guy goes around and says that you're a snob.

Hongstagram: Hey Y/N! Sorry to disturb you, but may I talk to you tomorrow?

You: Good evening Hongjoong! I'm sorry my sched is kind of packed tomorrow, you can tell it now though.

Hongstagram: It's kind of embarrassing to say it through dms.

Oh my god. No fucking way. He's gonna confess.

Hongstagram: But okay, here goes nothing.

Hongstagram: I heard that you're one of the best students, so, could I borrow your notes for History? I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now because Mr. Lee talks about you every time he's in class and tbh, I couldn't care less about the minor subject. But still, I need to pass it in order to advance soo..

He was yapping so hard and you're ridiculing him inside your head but, the guy needs help and you're not some kind of witch with a stone heart. So you, being the kindest soul out there, decided to help him out.

You agreed to give him your notes and print-outs, but you didn't reply to him when he sent you a time and place for the meet-up.

Imagine his surprise when you arrived at the said café, on time and with a big, thick envelope in your hands, sitting in front of him without any trace of hesitance.

"Hi." you greeted him calmly, offering a handshake which he accepted with a smile, "Y/N here. Nice meeting you Hongjoong."

"Likewise. Thank you for entertaining my request." he replied, short but enthusiastic nonetheless.

Still, the awkward air is suffocating you and thank god the coffee and pastries can provide you some distraction because you truly cannot do this without going crazy.

Whatever confidence you had before was some kind of fallacy because you're a nervous wreck in front of this man. You're suddenly hit by the realization that this is the same guy that was rumored to have a crush on you and now you're sitting in this coffee shop with him, alone.

If someone from your university sees you two, that will surely cause a ruckus and your friends will probably bombard you with questions.

"Thank you for this, by the way." Hongjoong speaks up and it brings you back to reality, this time, you took a moment to take him in.

He really is fashionable, you'll give him that. His previously pink hair had turned into burgundy, he pairs his denims with leather better than anybody, and his color scheme for today is on point.

"You're most certainly welcome, I-"

"Listen, I know you know the rumors."

He cuts you off, rude. But he's getting straightforward now, nice.

Then you held a breath, is he actually confessing? If he did, how should you react? How should you answer?

You gulped, your palms getting sweaty and you couldn't help the tiny bit of excitement that coursed through your veins.

Your first ever confession after your dark, thunderous days of romance.

"Yes, I heard about it." you answered truthfully, giving him a small smile which he purposely avoided. This baffled you, shouldn't he be happy that you're giving him the time of your day?

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience but my friends are idiots. It's not you that I like." he admits, biting his lower lip and cautiously peers over your confused form.

You almost sputtered your coffee out, the sweetness of your iced hazelnut compensates well to the bitterness that was starting to spread out.

You faked a cough, sporting a feigned understanding countenance before asking for more elaboration, "If not me, then who is?"

He beams at you giddily and his answer almost made you want to leave.. almost.

"It's your friend, the cute one that you always help out during 21st Century Literature, Sakura." 

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Chris smut where you’re fwb and sneak around so you’re fucking in the car since everyone is in the house

Just A Drive

summary:🔝

warning: smut, language, idek man

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

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my phone lights up with a quiet buzz.

chris-

lets go for a drive

chris it’s late.

i wasnt asking

come get me

i turn off my phone and wait for him to show up at my place.

15 minutes later i get a call. grabbing my purse and hopping off the couch, i answer my phone.

“Yeah?”

��Im here.”

“Alright.”

i walk out my apartment complex and to his car. i get in the car dropping my bag on the floor. before my seatbelt is even on he speeds off.

“What are we doing?” i ask him.

his eyes stay on the road, one hand fend off the wheel and onto my thigh. “I dunno, get food. Go to the park..Fuck?”

“Is that why you wanted to go out?”

“Like you didn’t already know.” he squeezes my thigh with a smile.

we pull into the mcdonald’s drive thru, we get our food and just as chris said, we go to the park.

we eat and listen to music before opening the sunroof and looking up at the stars. “Look how bright that one is!!”

i laugh, holding my stomach, “Thats a plane Chris!!”

“Shut up. No way!”

“I swear, look.” i say pointing as the plane continues moving.

we finally calm down and chris looks at me. “You look good.”

“Thanks.” i say furrowing my brows.

“You wanna fuck now?”

i turn to him, “Fuck it, let’s go.”

he immediately jumps into the backseat, holding my hand, pulling me to join him. grabbing my face he smashed our lips together and he already had his tongue wrestling mine.

our lips glide together seamlessly. pushing me against the car door, lips never disconnecting. he lifts the hem of my shirt to take it off. barely breaking out kiss he pulls it off completely. he starts to kiss down my neck while his hands make it to my back.

he sucks on my neck. not quite hard enough to leave a mark, but i still can’t help but moan out. “Fuck- chris”

he slowly unclips my bra pulling it off of me and moving his lips down, both hands massaging my breasts. gently he moves me to lay onto the seat, getting on top of me he sucks on my nipples moving back anf gorth between the two.

letting out uncontrollable moans i reach my hands into his hair while he continues sucking. “Fuck Chris! Cant take it!!”

“Tell me what you want.” he demands with almost a growl.

“Fuck me Chris.”

at my harsh tone he wastes no time grabbing me by my face, pulling me inches away from his own. “Dont be a bitch, ask nicely.”

“Fuck me. Please Chris.” i whisper back with a smile.

“Thats better.” he quickly unbuckles his pants pulling them down only to his knees. then faster than he took off his own, he tears off my pants aswell.

running a hand down from my tits, he hovers a hand over my slit. rubbing my clit softly he groans, “So wet, pretty girl. Want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes please Chris.”

“You got it.” he winks just before he lifts my thighs up to wrap around his hips, then lining himself up and bottoming out into me with no warning.

“Fuck!” i scream out.

“Aww, poor thing cant take me all at once?”

“Shut up Chris, just move.” i moan through my teeth.

he thrust into me, seemingly getting faster with each thrust. the car gets steamy while the two of us let out pornographic moans in unison.

his head thrown back while he pound into me ruthlessly, i rest my hands on his chest, while his hands are wrapped around my thighs holding onto me so tights he might leave bruises.

i begin to clench around his cock, “Fuck keep doing that- y/n gonna cum.”

i subconsciously do as he says and the sloppier his thrusting gets the more i come undone. “Chris Chris- im cumming.”

“Me too, baby. Cum for me.” he moans out sounding almost like a whisper cry.

he continues thrusting into me until not even moments later i feel myself begin to shake, cumming all over his cock. my legs shake as i let out inaudible moans. he lets me ride out my high just a little longer before pulling out stroking himself.

i watch as he throws his head back, dick twitching. his cum shoots out onto my lower abdomen, he groans out before falling back into the seat.

“Fuck.” he says.

“Fuck.” i repeat.

“Im hungry again.”

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didn’t know how to end it but wtv, love you🫶🏼

@devsturniolo❤️

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Hii! Can I have a fic about reader being lady lesso's best student, idek what I want actually MAYBE THE VALIDATION and to sate my mommy issues but what if lady lesso discreetly shows r off to dovey like look omg my best student and other things and it's just favourite student fluff

I had so much fun writing this one! Thanks for the request. I realize it probably doesn't have as much fluff as you were looking for. Alas...

It started simple, really. You weren’t even quite sure what was happening at first. 

“Y/N, come here for a moment. I need you to show Professor Dovey what real talent looks like.” Lady Lesso summoned. 

“Yes, ma’am!” You obliged dutifully. 

The Deans for the School of Good and Evil always seemed to bicker. No one was ever sure if it was good-natured or not. Always trying to one-up the other… Was that what this was?

You were a Never under the tutelage of Lady Lesso. While your fellow future villains feared the Evil Dean, you had a different perspective. A mutual understanding built on a foundation of respect. 

Everyone just called you a suck-up. 

“Do you see why she is at the top of her school?” Lady Lesso questioned Dovey. 

You stood in front of them, slightly uncomfortable. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing other than standing there as they talked about you. Professor Dovey sent you a kind smile before returning her exasperated gaze back to your Dean. 

“As talented as she may be, the Trial by Tale will determine the School’s champion. And I’m quite confident that Good will continue our streak of wins!” Dovey shot back with exaggerated pleasantness. 

“You’re looking at our champion right here!” Lesso crowed, grabbing your cheeks. 

You flushed in embarrassment and pulled out of her grasp, stumbling over your feet as she pushed you with her cane toward a seat in the bleachers. 

It started with calling on you more frequently in class, in front of your Never peers. Almost like a test. Her quiet appraisals and quirked brows stoked your desire to do better. To be better. Soon, she had you doing demonstrations in class. And then asking you to tutor your classmates. 

Lady Lesso always seemed to have an air of superiority. It came out in villainous glory during shared Ever-Never classes and school assemblies with Professor Dovey. Soon, you were the topic of every round of banter. 

“Don’t worry your airy little head, Princess. Y/N here can handle it! Won’t you, Y/N?” Your formidable Dean’s hands came to rest on your shoulders with a tight squeeze.  

“Your princesses are only good for fainting and brewing tea. Y/N could be twice the prince of any graduate of your school, if she possessed any chivalry. Your students lack substance!” Lesso said forcefully, gesturing at you with her cane. 

“Pfffft! Y/N is excelling in Curses and Deathtraps. I pity the Ever doomed to be her nemesis.”

And as you sat in the end-of-year assembly, the realization finally dawned upon you. Lady Lesso, for all her toughness and grit, cold glares and sharp tongue, evil extraordinaire, actually believed in you. 

“ATTENTION!” She screamed to the hall of students. 

An immediate hush fell upon the chamber. Lady Lesso smirked smugly at Professor Dovey next to her before standing back and allowing her to speak. 

“Evers and Nevers! Today marks the end of another successful semester at the School for Good and Evil!” Dovey smiled with arms wide open. “As is tradition, our top students will begin the Trial by Tale at sundown.”

“May the best student win!” Lady Lesso added, shooting you a confident wink. 

Heat peppered your cheeks and you offered a nervous smile in return. You squared your shoulders and gave her a curt nod before following the rest of the students out of the hall. You were determined to win. Definitely for yourself. And maybe a little bit for her. 

Your feet pounded against the damp earth and your lungs screamed for air. You kneeled against a looming tree and attempted to catch your breath. The sky above was starting to lighten, melting from an endless black to an inky blue. It wouldn’t be much longer before sunrise. You just had to make it a little while longer. 

The Reapers, wolves, and biting foliage were no challenge at all. And in the chaos of the Trial, you had bested one Ever boy and two other Never girls. Your special talent of camouflage had made it easy. 

A rustling behind you made you flinch. With exhaustion creeping in your bones, you let the cool shiver of your camouflage ripple across your skin, fading into the endless blue of the forest. 

“I know you’re there, Y/N!” The haughty voice of your classmate called. 

It was a Never boy, Caym, second in your class only to you. His hulking form crept out of the shadows, cocky and unafraid. His talent was brute strength and an absolute lack of regard for others. 

You held your breath steady and attempted to skirt around the girth of the tree. While the Ever students were of no concern, direct combat with your peer would be less ideal. You chanced another look at the sky above. You could do this. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Caym laughed as he uprooted a small tree and threw it into the glade. 

A startled gasp fell from your lips as you ducked and rolled to avoid the rolling timber. 

His dark eyes followed the rustling foliage from your movement. “Gotcha.”

Caym grabbed a fistful of dirt and threw it at you, outlining your frame before launching an attack. Smaller and faster, you dodged each hit thrown at you. 

“It’s just you and me, Y/N. And I will take my win. It’s time everyone in this place sees just exactly what I’m capable of!” He roared. 

You let the camouflage fall, determined to save your energy for walking through the school gates. A quick jab to his kidney followed by a kick to the back of his knees sent him falling to the forest floor. 

“I won’t let you take this from me! They think you’re perfect! They think you’re the one to finally swing the balance back to Evil. You’re nothing more than a show off! A know-it-all suckling at your mommy Dean’s teat!” Caym seethed as he rose from the ground. 

You launched into a flurry of hits and kicks that seemed to bounce off of his muscled body. And on the last kick, he grasped your ankle between his palms. A cold, unforgiving smile split across his face. And with a loud crack, he twisted, splintering the bones of your ankle and leg in a deft move. 

You let your scream erupt from your throat as you fell to the ground. In your pain, your camouflage flickered in and out in an unconscious attempt to shield yourself from further injury. 

A chilling laugh rumbled in Caym’s chest as he hovered over you. A swift kick to your shattered ankle pulled another scream of pain from your mouth, cut off only by his meaty hands around your throat. And with terrible ease, he threw your body through the air and onto the broken trunk of the uprooted tree. The remaining air in your lungs left with the force of the blow. 

“See you on the other side, teacher’s pet.” He spit. “Maybe now Lesso will see just how much attention has been wasted on you.”

Caym turned and didn’t see you lift your glowing finger. Blue vines from the forest floor snaked across the ground and wrapped tightly around his legs and yanked him off the ground and into dense leaves of the tree tops. With a rattling wheeze, you fired off a sleeping curse at his bound form. 

With Caym incapacitated, you let your head fall back to look at the sky. Indigo was giving way to hues of scarlet. 

Sunrise. 

If you could just make it to the gates of the forest. You reached your hands in the inner pocket of your tunic and fingered the edge of the handkerchief. 

You inhaled another shuddering breath and pressed your hand against your shoulder, flinching as it came away wet and red. A small, pointed branch from the log jut out from your upper chest. With a pained howl, you wrenched yourself off the fallen tree and collapsed onto the earth. 

Your body trembled through the exhaustion and pain. Adrenaline and pure spite were the only things powering your limbs to move, pushing you up onto your good leg. Heart pounding, blood began to weep in earnest from the jagged wound at your shoulder. You needed to move now or you would never make it. 

In one final burst of energy, your finger glowed dimly and a fallen branch began to slim and form a handle under a bowed cradle. Body shaking from the effort, you positioned the crutch under your intact shoulder and began the hike to the gates. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have to walk far. Each step was throbbing agony to your broken body. Sweat and blood made your tunic stick uncomfortably to every crevice. When the gates finally erupted from the horizon, a choked sob fell from your lips. 

The entire staff and student body was lined up at the entrance, clamoring to see who had won the Trial by Tale. Rowdy cheers erupted from the Never students as some began to rush toward you. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one in particular. Her flaming red hair stood out at the edge. She was animatedly gesturing to Professor Dovey and puffed out her chest. 

As if recognizing the safety net that had appeared in front of you, your body finally gave up. Your crutch fell from underneath you and you crashed to your knees. Your vision blurred and you felt the hands of one of your classmates grab yours. 

“Caym is still in the forest under a sleeping curse.” You rasped before your eyes rolled and everything went dark. 

Consciousness cut through the fog in the form of pain. With a hiss, you blinked open your eyes and attempted to clear the haze that clung to your vision. 

A sea of red slowly started to come into focus. 

“Y/N, relax. I am just changing the bandages at your shoulder. You should continue to rest.”

Lady Lesso’s cold fingers applied the fasteners to the gauze and wrap before pulling the blankets up around you once more. 

“Did I win?” You croaked groggily, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

The Dean of Evil frowned harshly as she summoned a chair, falling into it heavily. 

“I’m sorry, Lady Lesso.” You sighed deeply with disappointment. 

Her red curls flew wildly as she shook her head. “Don’t apologize. Apologies are for the weak.”

She let out a soft snort at your wry expression. 

“And besides…you won.”

A small smirk pulled at the edge of her lips and pride shone clearly in her eyes. 

“I…won?” You asked in disbelief. “Then why do you look so upset?”

Lady Lesso leaned forward onto her arms and leveled you with a scrutinizing look. She pointedly inspected your shoulder, slid her gaze to your casted ankle, and then lifted a sculpted brow. 

“At what cost?” She asked you quietly. “Why didn’t you drop your handkerchief, Y/N? Why didn’t you surrender?” 

Shame bubbled in your chest. Unable to take her searching look any longer, you averted your eyes. 

“I…just wanted to win. I didn’t want to disappoint you, again.” You whispered. 

Her hands atop of yours stopped the nervous fiddling you didn’t even realize you were doing. You ignored her silent request and met her eyes only with the uncharacteristically gentle lift of your chin upward. 

Her expression was concerned and you felt deeply unsettled for having been the one to put it there. 

Lady Lesso took in a steadying breath and squeezed your hands. “I push my students, not just because I want Evil to win. But because I want you to succeed. I want you to live! To be a villain outside of these castle walls is a curse, Y/N. Nearly every student I have ever taught has perished. I don’t care about the Trial by Tale. I care about you.”

You didn’t fight the watery smile that grew on your face. 

“And you were too damn stubborn to lose, that you almost died.”

“But I didn’t!” You reminded her impishly. 

Lady Lesso let out a bark of laughter and ruffled your hair. “As Dean of Evil, I do not have favorites. But if I did, it would be you.”

She gripped her cane and rose from the chair beside you and sauntered to the infirmary door. 

“Get some rest. I have some bets to collect and a win to rub in Clarissa’s face.”

She paused with her hand on the knob and sent you a smile over her shoulder. “I am so proud of you.” 

[boyfhee]

ooo wait what about rating likelihoods using the otp prompt generator and your moots with their bias

mimi ure a genius

@maiverie : 104266/10 why am i crying IM IMAGINING THEM GOING TO A PET CAFE AND ALL THE KITTENS/PUPPIES JSUT ASSEMBLE AROUND HEE AS THEY SIT DOWN??? like she goes to place their order and then it's heeseung who's busy playing with them it's so cute until it's time to leave and mai has to pick the kittens/pups one by one and put them aside to free him 😭😭😭😭 they keep running back to him HEAD IN MY HANDS IM DISSOCIATING 😭😭

@flwrshee : 10/10 ITS GIVING HIGHSCHOOL TALENT COMPETITION? like imagine ri being the new student and having no one to pair up with yet and then heeseung approaches her, asking if she wants to pair up with me (ri-cael band disbanding in my head) I SEE HIM LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES AS SHE PLAYS WTV INSTRUMENT SHE'S GOOD AT. like the perfect romance here idk my otp fr THEIR PERFORMANCE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE LIKE EVERYONE SAW THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER WHEN SHE WAS THANKING PPL AROUND AFTER WINNING ohhh god me when😂

@whoschr : 56325/10 hear me out. both chae and hee having a crush on each other and they go out with their friends IT'S SNOWING OFC WE NEED TO SET THE ATMOSPHERE and then they sit on the bench when heeseung sees that she's shivering a bit??? chae i know u left ur scarf at home deliberately. ANYWAY SO SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD SHARE HIS SCARF BUT MY GUY, HE'S SERIOUS AND SCOOTS CLOSER TO HER AND PUTS HIS SCARF AROUND BOTH OF THEM im on the floor crying . like imagine both of them blushing and all JUST CONFESS ALR

@hoonvrs : 10/10 SAINTHOON CORE!!!!! thought they both were being discreet and subtle with all those glances and winks WE SAW. like u do not expect us to not notice the way sunghoon deliberately drops his pen during class as an excuse to mutter a soft and quiet 'i love you' to saint who's sitting in front of him GOD THE PEAK OF HS ROMANCE???? thought no one was there when they were kissing in class after school but me and ri we SAW U BOTH . the walk of confidence they do when they announce their relationship to the friend group on graduation and everyone is like . we Know 🥸 EVERYONE POINT AT LAUGH AT THE LOSER COUPLE i love them

@haerinz : 9/10 one point off bc idk how someone messes up a kiss so bad that they have bruises BUT THIS IS SO CUTE LIEK IT ALR TOOK JUNGWON EIGHT DAYS AND FIFTEEN SELF TED TALKS TO KISS FAE AND THEN WHEN THEY TRY TO DO THEY JUST BUMP FOREHEADS 😭😭😭 the crazy amount of blushing oh my god he cant face her after that . BUT FAE I KNOW WHAT U ARE I BET SHE CUPS HIS FACE AND KISSES HIM YEAHHH idk maybe they also get matching bandages for those bruises ☝️

@jaeyunverse : scale broke THIS GENERATOR IS CRAZY?? ok first of all i know the real sage won't hesitate let's be fr. second of all THIS IS SO CUTE like idek what to say here everything is said by the generator LIKE I BET SHE FIRST STARTED AT HIS FACE FOR A GOOD FIVE MINUTES. AND THEN LEANS IN TO KISS HIM BUT ALMOST BACKS OFF WHEN HEESEUNG OPENS IN HIS EYES BUT HE'S A MAN OF HIS WORDS HE DOES KISS HER i could've added a few more things here but let's keep the delusion low for now

@tyunni : 10/10 this is something they will do i know. like imagine riki peeking through the slight gap as he hides in the closet, smiling widely every time may seemingly steps towards the closet BUT SHE NEVER GOES NEAR IT 🤓☝️ MY BOY SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES IN A FUCKING CLOSET FOR HER LMFAOOO HE JUST GIVES UP IN THE END AND COMES OUT SAYING "U HAVE TO COME NEAR THE CLOSET FOR ME TO SCARE U" LIKE ??????? riki where did the logic go. HE'S SULKING BC HIS PLAN FAILED AND I KNOW MAY WILL NOT LET THIS GO . riki hates her for this (no he doesn't)

@jennaissantes : 10/10 the cutest!!! like they're both sitting on the couch and watching tv before the tv is ignored and they start talking ab their day SHARING TEA ohh . gossip girls fr 🙏 U CANNOT MISS THE WAY THEY KEEP SHIFTING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER LIEK from sitting at corners for the armrest to moving to the middle to falling asleep while cuddling and snuggling on the couch THAT GUY IS HOLDING ON HER REAL TIGHT BC HE DOESNT WANT LILY TO FALL OF THE COUCH i want this

@ctrlemis : 10/10 idc if anyone uses ipod now THIS IS TOO CUTE TO NOT TALK ABOUT. like cmon im sure sunoo is down bad for art ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BE and he def plans on confessing with a playlist since they love listening and trying out new songs. THE SWEATER UMMM bet it's after it has rained and the temperature has gotten a few degrees lower when sunoo offers them his sweater before art leaves for home (they both do but they live in opposite directions yes this is right) he literally sprints all the way to art's place when he realises his ipod is with them, AND LIKE IMAGINE THE CONVO LIKE ART DEF GOES "i like you too" while handing over his sweater and ipod while sunoo just stops functioning for a good minute IM CRYING THEY'RE SO ADORABLE

@sunooze : 356447/10 adding mimi here for giving this amazing idea IM SRY IF JAY IS NOT UR BIAS BUT I JS WENT WITH HIM BC I SAW HEE, JAY, JAKE AND SUNOO ON UR BLOG PLSSS but this is so cute i would propose immediately if someone did this for me LIKE I DEF SEE U RUMMAGING THRU THE KITCHEN TO LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO EAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND JAY WALKS UP TO CHECK ON ALL THE SHUFFLING NOISES??? he looks so sleepy ok sleepy jay will be adorable i know but all the sleep lefts his body when he realises that what u want isnt at home . INSTANTLY RUNS TO THE STORE . LIKE U BLINK AND HE'S OUT OF THE HOUSE. comes back w so many packets of that food item that it's not gna run out for at least a week pls pay him back in cuddles ☹️

@heeliopheelia : 10/10 BUTTERFLIES? carly and hee they both r talking more like she is talking and he's listening so attentively (eye contact game is insane) while she's talking about her day or something, AND THEN HE SUDDENLY BRINGS HIS HAND UP TO HER FACE TO TUCK A FEW STRANDS OF HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR how have you not passed out yet bae. AND THE WAY HE'S SO NORMAL ABOUT IT LIKE HIS REASON IS "it was blocking my view, pretty," I WILL THROW MY LAPTOP ACROSS THE ROOM

[remingtonisleithal]

Hang 'Em High

Pairing: vampire!Gerard x reader

Summary: part two of Cemetery Drive, Gerard fears for Y/N and they pair plot their escape

Warnings: the worst writing you may read. It's so full of quotes idek if it's original. Oh there's also mentions of bloody, vampires, bodies, stuff like that. TW: mentions of abuse and allusions to self harm

Word count: 1k

Author's Note: ... I know I said I'd write a part two... i did, but it's shit. Sorry. It's also a complete mix of songs and vibes with an underlying idea for a proper series I'll write later (let me know if you're interested)

It was 3 in the morning when Y/N heard the creaking of her bedroom window. A normal person would be scared. But Y/N enjoyed the shiver that went down her spine when she saw the shadow stretch across the floor as someone climbed through her window.

“I miss you, you know.” Gerard's voice was quiet.

“More than I miss you? Impossible.” Y/N responded. She climbed out of the covers and snuggled into Gerard's chest. It still felt wrong, how cold he was, that she could no longer hear his soothing heart beat.

But he was here. That was enough.

Gerard pulled out some slightly injured flowers from the inside of his jacket pocket. The flowers were dry and dead, but Y/N didn't mind. Decay was her favourite type of bouquet.

“How'd you manage these? Your new “friends”?” Y/N asked.

“Stole 'em from the cemetery. Don't worry, I guess technically they were mine anyway.” Gerard said with a wink.

Y/N blushed. He knew her so well.

“Anything to show you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a hushed whisper. “This is kinda weird , but, no one has... threatened you or hurt you or anything recently, right?”

Y/N looked around suspiciously.

“No. ...Was someone supposed to? Is this about your new... I don't even know what to call them.”

“Pack. Some of us call each other family, as we're all we have, but I can't do it. They might look 16 but they're not teenagers, they're monsters. Murderers. Some of them don't do it to stay sane, it's become a game for them, hunting. I see them for the animals they are. We're a pack. No more, no less.”

Gerard released Y/N from their embrace and started to pace around the room.

“What's going on?” Y/N's tone was harsh, icy with fear.

“Well... there's been a problem. They're starting to get suspicious of me, where am I going and spending so many night, while still not bringing back any corpses.”

Fear made it's way through Y/N's veins as she tried to comprehend all her lover had seen since he died. All the things he'd done, lives he had to end. An image of a thousand bodies piled up made her shudder.

“They know I'm with a human. I come back smelling of blood sometimes,” Y/N started to shift around uncomfortably in her clothes as Gerard spoke. “No no, it's not your fault, honey, OK?”

Gerard sighed.

“It's just... the head of the group—call her Black Mariah—she's getting concerned, I've heard her whispering with others about me being a liability. They're thinking of doing something, I'm just not sure what. I promised you I'd never let them hurt you, it's just getting harder to keep that promise, without—”

“No. I know what you're going to say Gee, I would rather risk my life to see you every other night than be safe and never see you again.”

“You don't understand, that girl's not right in the brain!”

“And I am?” Y/N said. Gerard let out an exasperated sigh. “Wait. Did you say Mariah?”

“Yes, why, have you met her?” Gerard panicked.

All the colour drained from Y/N's face. “I think she's my new lab partner.”

“Fuck. Holy shit, goddammit!” Gerard cried, punching the air, ripping his suit jacket off and throwing it at the floor. “She knows, she FUCKING KNOWS.”

Y/N took a step back, frightened of her boyfriend for the first time. Gerard picked up on this.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just....” Gerard breathed hard, pacing around, before looking back at his girl with wild eyes. “What if we run? We could take to the highway. Just leave.”

“Gerard, I can't. I have to-”

“You have to what? Stay with your abusive family? Finish school to become a good little capitalist? You've been dreaming of running forever.”

Y/N looked around, unsure.

“Y/N/N, if you don't want to, we don't have to. It's entirely up to you. I just....” Gerard trailed off, looking out the his girlfriend's window to the pale moonlight. “I may not care if I live or die, but I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt.”

Y/N looked around her bedroom. The wallpaper falling from the wall. Her battle jacket in the corner. The leaking roof over her make-shift desk. The whole in the wall from when her father got mad.

She looked up at Gerard, a new fire in her eyes.

“What's your plan?”

“Run until it fades to black, run into the sunset.”

“Bullshit. It's not like you to just run. What else?”

Gerard looks around. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

Gerard placed something cold, metallic and heavy in Y/N's hands.

“Tomorrow. Dusk. When the sun is gone, grab your gun and meet me by the door.”

Y/N had followed Gerard's instructions to a T. When the sun had dipped below the horizon, Y/N was outside, bag packed, gun in hand, wearing the dress her ex hates, the perfect gothic date outfit. She needed to look the part, when they arrive.

The car ride was long and silent until Gerard deemed their surroundings empty enough. He pulled over and turned to Y/N.

“Tonight... Tonight isn't gonna be pretty. I just need you to know, I love you. If it goes bad, well... Don't stop, if I fall, and don't look back.”

“Gerard, don't. I can't- I can't lose you. Not again.”

“Y/N/N, please. Don't stop, bury me. Permanently.”

Y/N looked away, and swallowed the growing lump in her throat.

“Alright. Alright. But you need to promise me this. If they get me... can you stake my heart?”

“I-”

“Please. This is what needs to happen. If you die, I will run. If I die, you need to run. If they turn me... Don't let me have to live like that. I've seen the pain it's put you through. Please.”

Gerard merely brought Y/N into his arms, pulling her close, and whispered, “I'll never let them hurt you. Not tonight.”

Neither knew who he was trying to convince.

He placed a soft kiss on her, and with that, Y/N stepped in the coffin.

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[ardenssolis]

@darabeatha said (inbox):

Shi i'm politely asking for any ideas you have for ozy with any of my muses (be them individually or those that are her on my multi) and/or anything u have in ur writting wishlist that u u want to write and/or explore with ozy because I want to throw someone at him or more of my muses at u but I also have no idea who to send nor from where to start🤲

[SEND ALL YOUR MUSES. ALL OF THEM. IDC WHO THEY ARE SEND THEM MY WAY. But ahem, I do have some ideas, not a lot, but some. Like for Camazotz, I just like that he and Ozy are quite literally opposites in all regards. He is ornery and is bound to the night due to the nature of what he is, and Ozy is the oppressive heat and gentle warmth of the sun all in one. He’s bright, he’s vibrant and wants to be seen while Camazotz prefers to be left to his devices in relative peace (like most bats fjkdshfds). It’s interesting! Like there’s no big idea there but the dichotomy is intriguing. Wouldn’t it be neat if Ozy was a god too and they’ve known one another since forever? Wouldn’t it be neat---

But ANYWAYS for Odysseus, I can imagine Ozy wanting to challenge him with the bow one day because of how good he is with it. He wants to know if Odysseus has that competitive spirit in there and wants to see it brought to light. Probably casually attempts to make it come forward whenever he gets the chance because Odysseus is just so serious. It’s so funny to Ozy and idek why. He feels if he made a joke around him, he’d furrow his brows and spend forever trying to figure it out the same way Arjuna thought about when he had winked at him all day. But also, on more quieter days when he’s feeling less mischievous, he’d probably ask him what it’s like to be on the sea and why he enjoys it so much. Mainly because Ozy himself can’t comprehend why anyone would set sail on it as it partially intimidates him.

FOR NITONITO he’d probably want to do more mundane things with her – or things he deems mundane. The truth of the matter is that Nitocris’ big sister vibe isn’t one-sided. He genuinely, deep down, looks at her as a sibling in a way as well. However, that isn’t something that he would bring to light and still approaches things with her with her as his ‘retainer’, but he’s forever thinking about her well-being. I think he’d just like to sit and talk to her sometimes. Not as a king and their retainer or pharaoh to pharaoh, but just as Nitocris and Ozymandias.

Tezcatlipoca comes across as oddly shady to Ozy and he would like to figure out what lies beneath that divine surface. Sometimes you can forget he’s a god because of his personality, but that is pretty much the case with a lot of Divine turned Servants in Chaldea so that’s not too surprising to him. Regardless of what the Throne has bestowed him information wise on Tez, he is interested in knowing what else is there. His reasons for being in that building, his reasons for allowing himself to be summoned, his reasons for deciding to stick around at all---

DAYBITTTTTT. So like, I really like the idea of Daybit summoning Ozy. I imagine that their relationship wouldn’t be a giant mess since Ozy bores easily and Daybit just isn’t boring to him. At like all. He’s a giant enigma and he loves giant enigmas. He likes taking people apart, finding out what makes them tick and then whether he’s still interested from there leaves much to be desired. But the fact that Daybit isn’t sneaky and is very blunt is a giant bonus as he doesn’t like sneaky people. He can tolerate them if goals align, but if someone attempts to do anything to him like issue a command with those seals, ect., they are dead unless they force him to end his own life first. He would just like taking that breather, I think, and knowing that his Master is so -gestures-

CONSTANTINE FOR KING ADVENTURES. He’s such a polar opposite of Ozy that it’s just so funny.

FSJKDHFKSD THESE ARE JUST SOME STUFF. I don’t want to go on and on since this is like going over 700 words but U GET IT. Give me all the adventures. Toss Duryo at me. Toss Caenus, that ultra shady x 100 Oberon, Morgan --- The list is endless. If you ever want continue something you send in my inbox, then let’s go! Want to just send an occasional thing and built from there? My jam. Send a meme and go from that for further interactions? A-OK---]

[writing-wh0re]

Hey um I’m literally craving some Druig smut Rn and was wondering if you could write something with Druig x a shy fem reader. Like Idek she is just all nervous and he’s all confident and cocky and just loves to tease her just to watch her face go all red-

Thank you so much ☺️☺️

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Eternals Reader (Shy around Druig)

Words: 1,872

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

A/n: Not heaps of plot, mainly smut. I hope you enjoy this! I really like writing for Druig..

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

Druig Headcanon

Something Special - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Masterlist

Druig always had a suave about him.

For thousands of years he found it funny to tease me, his little lingering touches, side smirks and fast winks, they always had my head cloudy and stomach erupt with butterflies.

“Bet you wish you could use your power on me huh.” I roll my eyes at Ikaris, training beside him was never a favourite task of mine.

“Who says she hasn’t?”

I feel my heartbeat pick up at Druig’s comment, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a nearby wall.

Ikaris chuckles, his eyes wandering over me, studying me almost.

“Doesn’t power absorption drain the recipient?” I flick my eyes over to Druig, a sly smirk on his lips. “If anything, Y/n makes me feel more empowered.”

“You can be a real dick Ikaris.” I spit, the taller man chuckling.

“You have a point Ikaris, but who said she’s using your power?”

Ikaris scoffs, shaking his head. What a cocky motherfuck.

I feel Druig’s body behind me, his warm breath fanning my neck, instantly causing goosebumps to liter my skin.

“Take my hand.”

My eyes flick down to his hand, his pinky softly brushing against my wrist. I look over my shoulder, the closeness of Druig causing both butterflies and arousal to pool between my thighs. Fuck, he smells so good.

Druig nods softly, encouraging me as I take his hand in mine, a small spark of purple light flicking between our palms.

“Get him to leave us alone, let everyone know you finally beat him in training.”

Druig’s free hand holds my hip, pulling my body against his more, the warmth of his chest radiating over my back, his cheek pressed to the side of my head, his whispered words causing shocks of electricity to flow up my spine.

“You’ve got this.”

His encouragement is all I need as Ikaris looks over at us.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Actually Ikaris, you are.” I lace my fingers with Druig, a shudder racking my body as I absorb part of Druig’s power.

“Leave us Ikaris, don’t forget who you lost to today.” Ikaris's eyes glow a warm yellow before returning back to normal. Ikaris nods his head at the both of us before walking out of the room.

“Oh Ikaris.” Druig spins out of our embrace, his hand leaving mine. “Lock the door behind you.”

Ikaris turns, locking the door and pulling it closed as I feel heat filling my cheeks. The gym suddenly feels smaller than normal, my eyes fixated on Druig, a proud smirk on his face.

“Controlling the powerful Ikaris.” Druig chuckles closing the small gap between us, his hand brushing against my cheek. I feel my breathing become ragged, my heart hammering in my chest. “Only you can do that.”

My breath hitches slightly, his words causing a soft smile to dance across my lips. My eyes darted away from him.

“Why do I make you nervous darling?”

I open and close my mouth, no words forming as I try and think of something to say, anything. C’mon Y/n. You’re an eternal for fuck sake.

Druig chuckles, his lips brushing against my cheek before whispering.

“You make me nervous as well.”

He pulls back slightly, our eyes locking together, his roaming my face before flicking from my lips to my eyes.

I stand on my tippy toes, Druig’s hands instantly falling to my hips, pulling me against his chest, our foreheads pressing against each other. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to me as the gap closes between us, our lips falling together in perfect sync.

His grip on my hips tighten as my tongue slips past his lips, swirling against his, my fingers raking through his hair.

Druig pulls away from our kiss, both of our chests raising and falling, his cheeks flushed and my filled with blush.

“Three thousand years.”

My eyebrows knit together in confusion as our eyes meet.

“I’ve waited three thousand years to kiss you.”

A burst of happiness panges my heart.

“Let’s not waste another second.” I smirk, pulling him closer to me by his leather jacket, our lips falling together once again, a soft moan leaving his lips.

His hands move down to my thighs, picking me up as I wrap my legs around his torso.

Our tongues fight against each other, his fingertips caressing the globes of my ass through my shorts.

Druig places me down on the gym’s bathroom sink. The cold bench caused a hiss to escape me.

He pulls away from me again, his eyes roaming over my body. A confidence surges through me as I pull my shirt from my skin, quickly unclasping my bra. Druig licks his lips, smirking as he slowly drags his fingers up my body, my eyes staying locked with his.

His hand gently cups my boobs, his lips parting before his face is buried in my cleavage, his mouth trailing kisses across each one, his tongue flicking over my nipples.

“Shit.” I gasp, his eyes flicking up to mine, his teeth pulling on my hard nipple.

Druig sucks hickies into my skin, swirling his tongue around each spot to soothe the pain.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I smile at his words, my mind still trying to figure out if this is really happening, after all this time.

His fingers loop in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down my legs in one swift motion, his fingertips tracing my clothed core. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, his free hand tilting my head up to look into his eyes.

“Darling, who made you this wet?”

I whimper, wiggling my hips into his touch.

“Tell me darling.”

“Druig, you did.”

His eyes darken as his name passes my lips in a breathless moan.

“Mmm, say that again.”

His fingers press against my clit, the roughness of the lace brushing against my damp core.

“Druig.”

His proud smile sends arousal straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing against his finger before he slips past my panties, circling his finger around.

“Please” My plea causes a soft chuckle to leave his lips, his fingers sliding into me with ease as I gasp.

“Let me take my time darling, we’ve waited too long for me to rush.”

I nod in response, not trusting my voice or brain to form any words. Druig smiles, looking down at his fingers disappearing into my slick pussy, a low moan passing his lips.

“Good girl.”

My walls clench around him at the praise, his tongue clicking in response.

“Does my girl have a praise kink?”

My cheeks fill with blush again, a sly smirk on his face.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you baby?”

My walls flutter, a gush of wetness flowing through me.

Druig hums in response, his lips locking with mine, his other hand falling behind my neck as his fingers pump in and out of me. My chorus of moans becoming muffled by his lips, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Oh fuck.” I tilt my head back, his lips trailing down my neck, kissing his way down my body.

He keeps his fingers inside of me, his kisses trailing up and down my thighs, inches away from my dripping pussy each time.

“Please.”

“Say it love, tell me what you need.”

“You.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, his fingers pressing against my g-spot.

“More than that darling.”

“Fuck me, eat me, do something.”

“Needy little thing aren’t you.”

I groan in frustration, thrusting my hips up wanting his fingers to continue their pace. His tongue slips past my folds, my fingers instantly lacing in his hair, tugging on the strands as he laps my clit. His moan sends soft vibrations around my skin, his fingers slowly pulling out of me before sliding back in, his tongue swirling in different directions on my clit.

“Druig, yes.”

I feel his smile against my pussy, his pace picking up as electricity sparks though my legs. His free hand holds my hips down against the bench, completely devouring me as I feel my release build with every flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.

“I’m cumming.” Druig sucks my clit completely throwing me over the edge, my fingers pulling his hair as he groans loud. He sits back, looking over my body while sucking his fingers clean, butterflies completely taking over my stomach, my legs shaking with aftershocks from my orgasm.

“Look at you, all mine.”

“Only yours.”

Druig licks his lips, a smile dancing across his face.

“Druig?”

“Yes love?”

“Fuck me.”

Druig chuckles, slowly undoing his belt and slipping out of his clothes.

“Anything for you.”

His cock springs free, my lips parting as I take in the man before me, the man who’s taken over all of my dreams, the man who I have waited years for.

Druig looks at me raising his eyebrow, silently asking for permission as I nod.

“Please.”

His lips brush against mine, his cock running up and down my slit, collecting my wetness. Both of us moan loud as he slides inside of me, my walls fluttering around him, his cock twitching inside of me.

“Made for me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing down his neck as I mark his skin. My nails dig into his shoulder blades when his hips start moving, his cock sliding in and out of me.

Druig hisses, his face buried in crock of my neck, “Fuck, so tight.”

“So big.” My praise causes his cock to twitch inside of me again, a small smirk on my lips I pick up on his praise kink.

His cock slips in and out of me with perfect rhythm, our lips finding each other again, his hands roaming my body.

“You feel so good.”

My eyes roll back slightly, his cock massaging my walls perfectly, hitting every spot exactly where I need him.

“God Druig.”

“Again.”

I place my hand on his cheek, our eyes locking together.

“Druig, fuck.” I moan, biting my lip as he holds my leg up, hooking his arm under to get a deeper angle.

“Y/n, baby, fuck.”

My walls flutter around him, his pace picking up.

“Just like that, fill my pussy Druig, please.”

Druig moans loud, his head tilting back, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. His fingertips dig into my skin as my eyes roll back, the feeling of both of us reaching our peaks washing over me, the warmth of his release filling me.

Druig stays buried inside of me for a few seconds, both of us savouring the feeling as he quickly pecks my lips.

“I hope to do that again sometime.”

I roll my eyes at him, playful shoving him before grabbing my clothes and getting changed.

“Let me know when and where.” I wink as he shakes his head smiling, his hands falling to my waist as he kisses me softly, lingering on my lips. I go in for another kiss before Ajak’s voice booms through the Domo.

“Y/n! Druig! What have I said about using each other’s powers on Ikaris!”

Druig grabs my hand, pulling me behind him as we run away from a furious Ikaris and disappointed Ajak.

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[kusaka6e]

CHICAGO

prohero!izuku x fem!reader

implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+!!

insp by chicago by michael jackson

wc: 3.5k

this took me FOREVER to finish writing and idek if i like it anymore sigh, the ending kinda sucks so pls bare w me

[part two]

———

he hadn’t expected to meet you the way he did. or for things to go as far as they did.

you both happened to be on the same flight back to japan, him in the window seat and you in the aisle.

“is anyone sitting here?” you gestured to the empty spot between the two of you, hoping to set your bag down there.

“it’s mine, i always buy two seats when i fly. you can use it if you want.”

with his massive build and broad shoulders, you could see why he felt the need to buy two. the spray of freckles across his face shifted as he smiled sweetly.

why does he look so familiar?

“you just passing through japan, or?”

“going home, actually.”

“me too!”

the pilot begins to speak overhead as the flight attends begin the safety demonstration, making both of you go silent.

the plane lurches forward, making it’s way down the runway to take off.

“i’m izuku.”

“(f/n), nice to meet you.” he seemed sweet enough, but you rarely told people your real name. your job as a private investigator had made you hyper-aware of how dangerous even the most unsuspecting person could be.

“so, what was it that brought you out of japan?” he gulps as you cross one of your legs over the other, trying his best not to stare.

“i took a contract with some pro heroes overseas, but it’s over with now. what about you?”

pro hero?

holy shit

japan’s number-one hero was staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

“what do you do for work?”

“i’m a private investigator.”

“so you could dig up dirt on me, if you wanted to?”

“depends. got anything to hide?” you give him a sultry grin as you slightly lean forward, shamelessly switching your gaze from his bright eyes down to his lips.

dear god

the six hour flight flew by with you two making conversation, izuku almost growing sad when it was over. he learned that you were single (miraculously), had two kids and were trying to work through some issues with their father, and that he was insanely comfortable talking to you already.

he hesitated as the plane landed, mind racing as everyone around the two of you began to pull their bags from overhead compartments.

“this might seem forward but, could i call you sometime?”

the small nod you give him makes his stomach drop, fighting the urge to smile so hard his cheeks hurt when you began to scribble on a napkin from the meal earlier in the flight.

“i dont keep a personal phone, with work and all. if you text that number, just make it seem like you’re a client.”

“o-okay.” he curses himself internally for his stuttering habit coming back, amazed that you were able to spike his nerves the way you did.

“i hope i see you again, izuku. be safe out there.” you give him a wink before you disappear down the aisle, leaving him staring at your silhouette longingly.

“mommy!” you grin as you open the door to your house, your lavender haired daughters both sprinting towards you.

“hi pretty girls.” you smile warmly as you kneel to hug them both, their never-ending excitement to see you tugging your heartstrings.

you stand after a few minutes, your husband’s tired eyes meeting yours.

“hi ’toshi.”

“hey.” you frown as he gives you a half-hearted hug with one arm, noticing how he dodged your face to make you kiss his cheek rather than his lips.

you let out a sigh as he grabs his keys, hero costume on.

“i’ll be back tonight.”

“alright. be safe, love you.”

he closes the door before you finish your sentence, making your shoulders drop. if he replied, he hadn’t said it loud enough for you to hear him.

i guess being away didn’t make him miss me after all.

“mommy, what’s the matter with dad?”

“he’s just tired baby.”

a bittersweet feeling rises in your chest as your daughters run back to their rooms, ignorant to the depth of the issues between you and their father.

you go into work a few days with puffy eyes from a screaming match with hitoshi the night before, thankful that your office space isn’t shared with anyone else.

a notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your work phone, making your face twist in confusion.

unknown, today 8:24 am

could i book an appointment at your next availability please?

your mind goes blank for a second, before you break out into a grin.

izuku.

fortunately i have availability later today

i’ll pencil you in for my 3:00 opening

the tasks of your workday begin to pile up, phone calls from other clients distracting you and before you know it, hours have passed. a knock on your office door startles you, before you hear his voice.

“hi, uhm, is this the right office? for the three o’clock appointment?”

you try to force away the blush creeping up your cheeks, suddenly extremely self-conscious about your choice in clothes for work that day. you were almost sure he’d forget about you, or not take your offer seriously. that was part of the reason why you’d lied about not having a personal phone, and why you were so bold towards him. and even when he texted; he was literally the top hero in japan, why would he have time for you?

but there he stood in your office doorway, black t-shirt straining against his biceps and towering over you.

“hi.”

“hey.” he gives you a nervous smile as you gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.

after some initial awkward conversation, you’re amazed at how easy he is to talk to. he leans on his forearms onto your desk, giving you a better view of the constellation of freckles and scars surrounding his bright eyes.

“digging up anything exciting today?”

“nah, just run of the mill stuff.”

“c’mon, you have a cool job like this and you’re telling me there’s nothing crazy going on?” you’re taken aback by his genuine interest, not having spoken to anyone about your workday in months.

“well, there is this one case…”

before you know it, you’d ranted for almost an hour, sharing as many details as you can without violating the privacy of your contract, izuku listening intently and chiming in every so often.

“i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to talk you to death.”

“don’t be sorry, i’m really enjoying listening.”

something about his dialect and body language left no room for you to doubt; he really was holding on to your every word. he notices a framed photo on your desk, grinning at the picture of your girls.

“your daughters?”

“yea.” your stomach drops, thankful that you’d rearranged recently, and that the framed picture of you and hitoshi was no longer displayed by your computer monitor. when you noticed his wedding ring sitting on his nightstand rather than his finger, you took it upon yourself to change a few things too.

“they’re adorable.” he slightly cocks up an eyebrow, their wild lavender hair strikingly familiar.

“i feel bad being here so much, instead of being at home with them.”

“i’m sure they’ll understand. you’ve gotta do what you have to to take care of them, right?”

“i do, i just wish i could do that and spend more time with them.”

“you’re doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.”

“you’re right. it’s just so difficult, especially when i don’t get much help from their dad, and my family lives out of the country. i’m starting to think they might like their nanny more than me.” your last sentence makes both of you chuckle, but you don’t miss the concerned look in his eyes.

nothing you were saying was necessarily a lie; hitoshi had been acting like he was married to his job instead of you, and your family really did live out of the country. you just opted to not mention that your kid’s father was also your (very estranged) husband.

“with you being there for them, i bet you three can get through anything.” he cautiously grabs your hand across your desk, heat rising in his chest when you gently squeeze his palm.

soon enough he had to go back to his agency to fill out paperwork, to both of your dismay.

“it was really nice to see you again, (f/n).”

your breath catches upon hearing the fake name you told him, watching his smile slightly drop in confusion.

“izuku, i’m sorry, my name is (y/n). i give almost everyone a fake name the first time i meet them.”

he has an unreadable expression on his face for a moment before his smile returns, no trace of animosity to be found.

“that’s understandable. with your line of work, im sure there’s lots of weirdos you have to steer clear of.”

he pulls you in for a hug before he goes, his secure embrace nearly melting you on the spot.

“i’ll see you soon, (y/n).” he leaned down to speak close to your ear, such a simple gesture being wildly attractive coming from him.

after he leaves your office you have to take a few breaths to refocus, trying to be sure what just happened was real.

“dude, you’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning. what’d you get laid or something?” denki nudged izuku as they walked into the hero conference the next morning, making him roll his eyes.

“i can’t be in a good mood?”

“that’s not just a ‘good mood’ look, i’m not stupid.”

some of the top heros were meeting with the commissioner that morning, to be briefed on a new assignment that would be pretty widespread among the pro-heros in the city.

“you’re up early. don’t you usually work at night?” you frown as you’re met with hitoshi adjusting his modulator in the kitchen, an unusual sight for the morning.

“we’re getting briefed on some big assignment with some of the top pros, i’ve gotta be at this meeting early.” your stomach drops at his words, instantly thinking of izuku.

hitoshi double-takes, chuckling at the sight of your tired eyes and bedhead. he rarely got to see you in the mornings anymore, and it was a view he didn’t realize how much he’d missed.

“i’ll be back late, i’ve got some stuff to do at the agency after this meeting.” you nod, nearly jumping in surprise as he ruffles your already wild hair, kissing one of your temples.

“have a good day, love you.”

you stare at the front door absolutely dumbfounded, wondering if you were dreaming. that was the first time in months he had not only not dodged your advances, but made the first move to be affectionate towards you.

you shake off the thought as you dress for work, your daughter’s nanny showing up shortly before you leave.

your mind races as you sit down to check your morning emails, particularly towards a green-haired pro-hero.

“hitoshi?”

“izuku?”

“what’s up?! long time no see, how have you been?”

“you know, the usual graveyard shift stuff. how about you, big shot? you’ve been tearing up the charts lately.”

izuku grinned as him and shinso caught up before the meeting began, happy to see his friend again after so long. since shinso did more underground hero work and izuku was constantly working on bigger cases, on top of his overseas case, he’d barely seen any of his friends lately.

it was another two weeks before you saw him again, and you were giddy with excitement the next time he came through your door. hitoshi’s new assignment had him busier than ever, making you go a few days in a row without seeing him sometimes.

“izuku!”

“hi!!” you giggle in surprise as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground. you were in such a rush to open the door for him that you barely hear plastic crinkle at your side. as he sets you down, you see an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, making heat rise in your cheeks.

“i thought you might like the purple, to remind you of your girls.” you freeze for a moment at the connection he made, his consideration nearly making your eyes well.

if only he knew who else purple reminded me of.

“izuku, these are beautiful.”

“i’m so glad you like them.” he breaks into a wide grin, noticing you double taking at his face.

“what happened here?” almost instinctively, you gently cup your hand onto the side of his face, noticing a new wound below one of his eyes.

“o-oh, it’s nothing, just typical work stuff. it’s not major, i promise.” the new touch lights fire under his skin, relishing in how soft your hands are.

he stays in your office for another few hours, conversation flowing easily again and updating each other on your lives. you’re both speaking animatedly with lots of hand gestures, resulting in your fingers brushing each other repeatedly. eventually, he just grabs one of your hands and toys with your fingers as he talks, the size difference in your hands being almost comical.

his phone rings, groaning as he sees who’s name is on the screen.

“hello- okay don’t raise your voice at me asshole. yes, yes, alright i’ll be back soon. boy, shut the hell up.”

“work?” you let out a chuckle, recognizing dynamight’s yell on the other end of the phone.

“unfortunately. i’ve gotta go, but i’ll see you again soon.”

he wraps you in a hug, making your breath hitch when he quickly kisses the top of your hair.

“bye, (y/n).” he flashes his signature grin as he closes your office door, leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“good day at work?”

“what makes you say that, mai?” your nanny smiles as she hands one of your daughters a snack, before she hurries back into her room with her sister.

“you’re glowing.”

“yea, something like that.” your cheeks heat as you set your purse down, your thoughts running in the direction of your new muse.

“it’s nice to see you smile again, (y/n). whatever’s going on, i hope it keeps up.”

your eyes go wide at her words, stopping in your tracks.

was it that obvious how much you were struggling ?

“midoriya’s got a girlfriend.”

mina nearly chokes on her water, staring at izuku expectantly

“do i now?”

“there’s no way anyone would ever wanna date your nerdy ass.”

“like you haven’t wanted to since we were kids?” izuku’s comment makes the group laugh, but mina doesn’t miss the way his eyes sparkle, looking off into space with a goofy smile.

izuku found himself in your office at least once a week, looking forward to those meetings more than anything. he wanted so bad to see you somewhere other than your office, but his status made it almost impossible for him to even think about going anywhere without paparazzi pouncing on him. the only reason you two’s office meet ups weren’t suspected by anyone was because it was completely normal for the pro heroes to work with investigators on all the different cases circulating the city.

but he was fed up with only seeing you in your office. so a few months into seeing him, you found yourself checking into a local hotel under a fake name, to preserve the secrecy of his identity.

you gently knock on the door to the room, gasping as izuku barely opens the door and pulls you in, quickly closing it behind you.

he looks you up and down, still processing the fact that you’re really standing in front of him.

“hi.” he grins widely, his voice barely audible.

“why are you whispering?” you giggle as you match his volume, cradling his face as you step towards him.

“i don’t know.” this makes both of you break into full blown laughter, giddy at the interaction.

there’s comfortable silence for a few moments, izuku’s eyes glittering as he analyzes all the details of your face up close. you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze, his attentiveness and excitement to just be in your presence feeling so foreign.

“you’re so pretty.”

maybe it’s the sincerity in his voice, or the stability you feel from his large hands holding your waist, or the excitement of his green eyes dancing all over your facial features. something about such a simple statement tips you over the edge, pulling him against you before you can think twice.

he gasps when your lips meet his, freezing for only a second before lifting you off the ground easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bed in the room.

he’s kissing you

izuku is kissing you

you are kissing izuku

his mind is racing as he sits down, sitting you atop his lap and never disconnecting from you. he’d daydreamed about this more times than he could count.

izuku was observant, that was no secret. and as you two fell into rhythm with each other, you realized just how observant of you he was. his hands worked against your body like the movement was natural, confident as his fingers traced every curve of your frame.

guilt washed over you as he began to pepper kisses down your neck, momentarily second guessing your actions.

he slips his hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your back as he kisses you.

“you have… no idea… how long i’ve wanted… to do this.” he nearly whimpers, kissing along your jawline before meeting your lips again. something about the desperation, the gratitude in his tone, made all your doubt wash away.

he pulls your shirt over your head, eyes catching on the intricate tattoo on your ribs, trailing down your side.

you’re on your way home a few hours later, feeling like you’re walking on clouds. but as you pull into your driveway and pull your keys from the ignition of your car, everything in you deflates.

what the hell am i doing?

“so, i met someone.”

“i knew it!” denki nearly launches off of his chair, making shinso groan.

izuku grinned at kaminari’s excitement, his friends all looking expectantly to hear about his new muse.

“how’d you meet?”

“we ended up sitting next to each other on my flight back from the US. i asked for her number when we landed, and it just kind of took off from there.”

“you look like you’re about to start kicking your feet like a damn schoolgirl.” bakugou scoffs.

“wait, i wanna hear more!! details, izu. is she hot? what’s she do? do we know her?” mina leans forward onto her elbows, eyes glittering.

“i don’t think you guys know her. she’s a PI, she keeps her life pretty secret.”

“sounds just like (y/n). she’s a PI too, most people don’t even know she exists.” shinso chuckles fondly, taking a sip of his beer.

“yea, sh- wait, what?”

“oh shit, you were overseas when we got married. my wife, (y/n), is a PI.”

shinso cocks up an eyebrow as izuku’s face pales.

“what’s the matter midoriya?” kirishima looks curiously between the two.

izuku sighs heavily, quickly putting the pieces together.

“dragon tattoo?” he gestures to his ribs.

“yea, how do y-“ shinso cuts off his own sentence, knuckles tingling when he realizes what izuku is insinuating.

“aw shit.” kaminari is the first to break the silence, the tension thick between the group.

“nice going, nerd.”

“you’re married?”

“you’re fucking my wife?!”

“neither of you even wear a wedding ring, how was i supposed to-“ izuku stops as shinso storms up to him, gripping the collar of his shirt.

“hitoshi, hold o-“

“sit the fuck down.” he barks, effectively making kirishima and kaminari return to their seats.

as bad as he wanted to swing, he knew izuku would destroy him in a physical fight. thankfully, he had other ideas.

“how long?” he growls

“shinso-“

“how long have you been fucking my wife, midoriya?”

izuku feels his mind cloud, shinso’s quirk making his body go slack.

“a few months.”

“did she tell you she was married?”

“no.”

“that we have kids?”

“yes.”

“call her.”

mina clamps her hand over her mouth as izuku pulls his phone from his pocket, shinso putting the phone on speaker so everyone can hear the ringing.

“hello?”

shinso chuckles bitterly, biting down on the inside of his cheek as hearing your voice confirmed everything.

you look away from the cartoon your daughters had playing, realizing they’re both asleep on the couch where you three sat.

you see izuku’s name flash across the screen of your work phone, stomach turning as you slide your finger across the screen to answer it.

“hello?”

“go on, tell her, midoriya.”

your breath catches, the voice on the line all too familiar, even though it didn’t belong to izuku.

“shinso knows about us, (y/n).”

shit.

[asskickedbygirl]

I would die for a bam x reader enemies to lovers where they’re both pro skaters and she’s like super cool and gnarly and dirty and he can’t stand her but it’s because he’s so attracted to her and pretty much jealous of anybody who gets to breath in her direction

Green-Eyed Monster [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re a featured skater on Tony’s latest tour and get along with everyone perfectly fine. Well everyone except pretty boy Bam Margera and you’re sure there’s a reason for it.

A/n: been thinking about this request for a while and figured it would be a perfect opportunity to write kinda dom reader for once… ik anon didn’t say smut but my mind went crazy on this idea so… enjoy! also just pretend there was a tony tour with tim idek if there was it’s kinda hard to research…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, masturbation, public sex, angst, hate fuck, smoking

2.4k words

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You liked to think you were pretty down to earth. Your humour was always dry and you were mean to anyone who was your friend and maybe even mean to anyone who wasn’t. You got along well with most people, in fact you had made a lot of new friends on Tony’s skate tour he had invited you on. You and Make Vallely got on like a house on fire and Tony was basically your mentor. You had also gotten pretty close with Tim O’Connor but you couldn’t lie, you thought he was pretty cute. The only dude on the bus who didn’t succumb to your boyish charms was none other than MTV pretty boy Bam Margera. He complained about your lack of care for your appearance, made crude comments on your skating and would never let you get a word in without berating you for something you said. And so you decided you didn’t like him either, making living in close quarters pretty awkward for the rest of the gang. Bam would spit something nasty at you and you would snap back, teasing him, a vicious cycle that went on and on.

You stood outside of the tour bus at the gas station, lighting up your cigarette and inhaling it, groaning when you saw the asshole approaching you. “And you wonder why your breath stinks.” He muttered, pulling his own pack of smokes out as well. You rolled your eyes, “Just come out here to yell at me or do you want something? Hmm?” You took another drag as Bam glared at you. “Got a light?” He asked, cigarette between his teeth. You rolled your eyes and took out your zippo, reluctantly lighting it for him through gritted teeth. “My Mom used to tell me if boys were mean to me it meant they had a crush on me.” You teased, making Bam scoff. “I’m sure she told you you were pretty too.” His words could’ve cut you like daggers but they were drenched with dishonesty. You knew you were pretty, pretty enough to pull any of the guys on the tour bus. Bam was just kidding himself. You laughed, taking one last inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and stomping its remnants into the tarmac. “You know if you’re really this pent up, just jerk off in the bathroom like I do with Tim.” You winked before getting back on the bus, Bam merely rolling his eyes at you.

No you weren’t fucking Tim, but the shameless flirting seemed to tick Bam off even more than anything else you did. You’d be skating with Tim and he’d grab you every time you went past him, giggling at his touchiness. Meanwhile, Bam was glaring at you through heavy lids, slamming his board down as if he’d fucked up a trick. While signing decks, Tim would slip his arm over your shoulder or mess up your hair on purpose and Bam would ‘accidentally’ shove into the two of you. It was worst of all when you and Tim would be having quiet conversations in the middle of the night across bunks and Bam would loudly tell the two of you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ and then would release a string of curses until you shut the curtains and succumbed to sleep. For a while you couldn’t understand why he had such a vendetta against you, well specifically you and Tim but you quickly realised the cause. He was jealous. It became so obvious then, every second you spent with Tim his resentment grew and his anger elevated. You rarely saw him smile by the time Tim got touchy with you and you seemed more couple-y than usual. You decided to use this to your advantage. He was kinda hot after all.

You spent the day skating in a massive indoor park with the whole gang. Tony was attempting some crazy trick while the rest of you just messed around. Tim stood behind you on the board at one stage, holding your waist as you laughed, trying to skate with two people. Bam was pissed now, grumbling that he was gonna take a piss to Mike and stomping off in a huff. Nows your chance. You told Tim you’d be right back and so followed Bam to the men’s room. Once you entered behind him you quietly locked the door before biting your lip. Bam glanced over his shoulder as he pissed, trying to take a look at who was behind him but groaning when he saw it was you. “What the fuck are you doing in the Men’s freak?!” You smiled before hoisting yourself up on the slightly grimey counter, swinging your legs childishly. “Thought you might want company.” He muttered some grievances as he tucked his dick back in his pants, not letting you take a peek. “I’m fucking out of here.” He went to head out but you kicked your leg out, barricading him from exiting. “No, talk to me.” He gave you a dirty look while your calf still pressed into his stomach. “What the fuck do you want then?” You frowned, “You didn’t wash your hands.” He scoffed, a common quirk of his. “My dick isn’t minging, thanks.” “Well you don’t know that.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re sitting on the sink anyways.” You took your bottom lip into your mouth and lifted yourself up, bringing your legs around the sink so the faucet was right in front of your heat.

He looked up at you, his eyes judging as hard as possible but you could tell there was a hint of excitement buried under them. You smiled, eyes glimmering with lust. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spat and you shot him a look of false confusion. “What do you mean? You can wash your hands now!” You leaned back against the mirror to angle your hips more forward teasingly. Bam rolled his eyes and gave in to your little scheme, turning it on and rubbing the liquid soap into his palm. You moaned quietly, laughing through it “Wow Margera, you really know how to please a woman!” You teased, referencing the obvious innuendo between your legs. He turned the stream off and rolled his eyes at you. “What are you playing at?” You grinned again, then tilted your head and presented fake puppy dog eyes. “Why do you hate me so much.” He scoffed once again. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t really like you.” You raised a brow. “Or do you just hate me with Tim?” He rolled his eyes with even more exaggeration than ever before. “You’re delusional.” You pouted, “Am I? Or do you just not want him to fuck me?” You saw some scarlet creep onto Bam’s cheeks as he acted like you were crazy. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” You pushed yourself forward a little more so your heat was pressed against the faucet through the fabric of your cargos, touching your clit lightly. “Think about it. If me and Tim start fucking all you’re gonna hear at night is-“ You began mimicking being fucked, your hips snapping against the faucet and your face contorted with fake pleasure. You moaned pornographically, “Oh fuck Tim!” You slammed your hand against the counter. “Right there, right there!”

Bam slapped his hand against your mouth, ceasing your movements and noises. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He looked disgusted, a fake disgust disguising his real feelings. You smiled, “Oh sorry, Am I getting you hard?” You murmured beneath his palm before he removed it, wiping it on his shirt. “Yeah it makes sense now see? If Tim fucks me good and I’m real nice and loud right above you on the bunk, you’re gonna get hard. And then what are you gonna do?” Bam was embarrassingly red now, arousal clouding his mind. “Or…” You began, leaning your torso forward so your face was closer to his. “You wanna be the one fucking me.” Bam pushed your chest back so you were against the mirror once more. “The fuck has gotten into you?” You pouted sarcastically, “Not you.” He poked his tongue into the side of his cheek as you leaned forward again, hand snaking up to hold his face, he didn’t stop you. “Tell me you want me.” You whispered, eyes locking into his, only inches apart. He tried to maintain his disgusted expression but it was faltering quickly, his confidence dissipating as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t want you.” You smiled and leaned into him, your lips just brushing his. You felt him lean in closer and press against you but you leaned back. “Uh, uh. Tell me.” The taunting was relentless, you really were such a tease. To sweeten the deal you lifted his hand that was gripping the counter to rest on your inner thigh. You gazed into his eyes once again and grinned as you saw how flustered Bam looked. “C’mon. Give in and just fuck me already.” You pushed your hips forward again to press your clit against the faucet, earning yourself a moan which caused Bam’s eyes to light up. He reached his hands up to hold your waist before pulling you forward, encouraging you to grind against the surface. You laughed, “You want me to get off on a sink?” Bam bit his lip, only responding by pulling you more forcefully against it.

You moaned at the contact before giving in to his wishes, shifting your hips to rub yourself against it. Bam watched you with awe as you did so, your face contorting with pleasure, the fabric of your pants giving you the right amount of friction to get off. You threw your head back against the mirror as your hands steadied themselves on Bam’s shoulders, his hands still gripping your waist. Eventually you were going fast, building yourself up for your big finish, exaggerating each motion and noise leaving your lips. “Are you hard?” You panted and Bam nodded enthusiastically. “You gonna fuck me after this?” He nodded again and you smiled, blissed out. “So you want me?” “Yeah.” Bam croaked out, still focused on making you come fully clothed. “I’m gonna come.” You moaned out, fingers digging into Bam’s flesh as you rode out your high, hips stuttering against the faucet while slowly grinding.

“That was fucking hot.” Bam breathed out, releasing his grip on your waist. You swung your leg over the faucet and sat on the smooth part of the counter, grabbing Bam by his collar and kissing him roughly. You fumbled to pull down your pants and unbuckle Bam’s belt, opting to leave your shirts on as this was only supposed to be a quickie anyways. Bam pulled your panties down swiftly off of your body, leaving them to hang around your ankles. You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. You couldn’t help but snicker a little as you pumped him. “What?” He asked, looking a little pissed off. “Oh nothing. Just knew you were compensating for something.” Bam was angry now. “The fucks that supposed to mean?!” He pulled your ass down the counter to get a better angle of your heat. You laughed, “Alright, come on and fuck me pretty boy.” You wrapped your arms around Bam’s neck as he entered you, not even wincing. “God is that all of it?” You teased, Bam’s face a violent red as he bottomed out into you. “Shut the fuck up slut.” Bam spat and you grinned. He was doing exactly what you wanted. His thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you but barely giving pleasure. You jokingly yawned which really pissed Bam off. He grabbed your face with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t act like you weren’t fucking yourself against a faucet right in front of me two minutes ago, whore.” He spat and you simply smiled. “Am I being a bad girl?” You teased, inciting cringe-worthy dirty talk.

Bam moved his hands down to grasp at your ass, slamming you down on top of him as he thrusted. “Even the faucet made me feel better.” You whispered, the anger fueling Bam to get rougher. His hips were slamming against yours then, using all his might to fuck you properly. Soon enough Bam gave up on making you come that way, instead using his thumb on the hand that wasn’t now squeezing your throat to rub at your clit. You breathed heavier, still managing to spew insults between pants. “I bet Tim has a better cock than you.” His hand tightened around your throat. “Say that again bitch.” You tried to croak it out but his hand was even tighter now, the restriction sending shocks of pleasure down to your core. He loosened his grip as he began properly plowing into you, thumb moving at an intense speed. “Come for me slut.” He demanded and you giggled at his dirty talk. “Yes Sir Margera.” You teased but eventually obliged, finishing with a loud moan, head against the mirror. His thumb continued to rub your clit with vigour, refusing to remove it when you tried pushing him away. The overstimulation was getting too much until he had built you up to that place again, just teetering on the edge. “I’m coming.” He groaned, breathing heavily as he just about made you come for the third time before his thumb stopped moving, spilling into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum inside you. “I didn’t say you could come there.” You complained. Bam muttered an ‘oh shit’ and pulled out of you, watching the liquid spill out. “Fuck. You on the pill?” You laughed, “Yeah I just don’t want to skate with your cum dripping down my leg.” He shrugged and pulled you panties back up. “Problem solved.” You rolled your eyes, “Tim can fuck it back into me anyways.” Bam shot you a disdainful look and you cackled. “What’s wrong? First time a girl ever talked back to you in bed?” Bam muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, stuffing his dick back into his jeans. “I know you liked it.” He glared at you, fixing his hair in the mirror and preparing to leave the bathroom. “You’re an asshole.” He spat and you laughed, “Means a lot coming from the best.” Bam stormed out, leaving you with just your cargos pooled around your ankles, sadistic smile still playing on your face.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @lovexjoe @jackussy420 @bambammargera @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @spoookyberry

[boul3vvard]

Rengoku x GN! Reader

(One shot)

★Warning(s): none really reader uses gender neutral pronouns😛 Rengoku might be a lil OOC so… 🏃🏾‍♀️ also SOME of the characters are color coded.

★Y/n L/n = Your name/ Last name

★Words: idek💀

★Notes: this is my first request from @coolminahi (thank you very much🫶🏿) not gonna lie I don’t think this is my best work but I’ve been going back and forth on this for about 2 weeks or what felt like 2 weeks😭😭 but again thank you so much for this request it was really fun🙏🏿. Also got help from some of my friends on this one so shoutout to them🫡. (And the usual..might be some grammatical errors and punctuation😮‍💨 I’m not really good in that realm LMAOO) enjoy🫵🏿

“I know you all are probably confused about the sudden request for a meeting but I’m happy to tell you that we have a new Hashira with us today.” master ubuyashiki said as the Hashira quieted down and made it to their respective area’s quickly, some of them with shocked expressions across their faces. “with all due respect master do you think it’s a smart idea to have a stranger come in too late in the game? I mean we are already so close to our goal in taking down Muzan we don’t need a weakling to come and fuck it up” Sanemi the wind Hashira, said annoyed as Tengen nudged him for using foul language towards their master while the rest agreed. “I apologize sir but I agree, this is way too risky” Obanai the serpent Hashira said. “They have done an outstanding job climbing up the ranks and have worked so hard to earn such a title so please, I know I can count on you all to welcome them with open arms. you can come out now y/n” Hinaki and Nichika 2 of the eldest quintuplet children of the masters held both of your hands as you walked up blindfolded. Why the hell are they blindfolded I hope they’re not trying to fight like that. Ha, this is gonna be a fun way to get yourself killed. “Hi everyone my name is y/n l/n the ____ Hashira, it’s my pleasure to meet you guys I have heard a lot about you all but have never had the chance to meet any of you in person, it’s such an honor to be fighting alongside everyone,” y/n said with a dainty smile one that made the flame pillars heart flutter a little bit.

“Why the hell are they blindfolded,” Sanemi asked rudely but said what everyone else was thinking. “it’s to control my power” “control your power” Shinobu repeated “well you see my eyes play a special part in my breathing form, when I take my blindfold off I’m able to go all out,” you said revealing your eyes to everyone. “oh my” Shinobu the insect Hashira gasped. “well I’ll be, you are one of the most stunning people I’ve ever seen,” Tengen said with his eyes wide open. “besides my beautiful wives of course” he bragged. “wives?” “Oh yes, they are the finest kunoichi around, although I don’t mind having a 4th” he looked at you almost predatory, and winked“ “4TH” y/n gaped as the others laughed. “AHH YOUR EYES THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL,” the love Hashira said with a squeak. “Oh th-thank you,” you said as you tried to hide your face in your hands feeling like it was on 10,000 degrees. You backed up a little bit into someone’s chest “oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ “NONE OF THAT, TIS ALRIGHT!! MY NAME IS RENGOKU KYOJURO BUT YOU CAN CALL ME KYOJURO..only if you want” holding a hand out to you, y/n smiled softly grabbing it.

“I don’t give a shit about none of that I just want to see if they are strong enough to hold the title or was the master just bluffing,” Sanemi said holding the hilt of his sword. “IF WE HAVE THE MASTER's WORD THEN I TOO BELIEVE THEY'RE STRONG ENOUGH” Rengoku yelled while holding your shoulders “oh you wanna fight me?” you said, the shy act you had going on finally disappearing. “Oh this will be good” Shinobu cheered as everyone watched the battle that was about to unravel in front of them. “just cause you’re a newbie doesn’t mean that I’ll go easy on you” he sneered. “Noted” y/n smiled a little more wickedly. Sanemi swung his sword at y/n not giving them a chance to unsheathe their sword as well, y/n swiftly dodged it twisting their body up in the air “they’re quick” Tengen said as y/n quickly swung their sword at Sanemi narrowly missing his head. “tch” Sanemi looked at you with an angry panicked look. “What’s wrong? I’m just trying to see if you’re strong enough to hold your title,” you say mockingly as you shrugged your shoulders. Y/n then quickly kicked their foot under Sanemi’s pointing their sword at him “I win”. y/n reached a hand out to the man giving him a sorry look. “I don’t need your pity idiot, move” Sanemi smack their hand out the way and left.

“They’re so cool” Mitsuri whispered to herself. “that was flashy, you’re strong I expected that though” Tengen slapped you on the back for a job well done. “first of all OUCH second of all thank you“ you winced as your back started to sting. Muichirou was in no mood to speak so he stuck his tongue out at you and you mirrored his actions. “Don’t mind him he doesn’t like change at all, Mitsuri and I are gonna hang out later if you want to join, you know so you could tell us a little more about yourself” Shinobu said “um no thank you I was planning on focusing on my training for a little bit,” you said with a bow. “there’s no need for none of that I understand, there’s always a next time,” Shinobu said with a smile. “yea” you smiled and waved back as you left.

You decided to train far into the woods as it was the only place where you were not able to break anything. You trained for about an hour before you decided it was time for a break. You sat with your back against a tree and closed your eyes taking in the peace that you craved for so long. “Do you mind if I sit with you” you opened 1 of your eyes then immediately shot up nervously. “did I interrupt you?” He said as you scooted over to give him some room. “n-no not at all, I was just taking a break from training for so long” “oh I see” a wave of awkward silence washed over the both of you. “Soooo do you come to this area of the woods often.” you said as you turned to look at him “yea this is where I come to relax all the time, it’s so quiet” “oh sorry I didn’t know I was in your way,” you said as you were about to get up. “no problem it’s better when you’re with someone… what you did in today's meeting earlier was truly amazing, you know I’ve never seen someone move as quickly as you did besides Tengen” he trailed off. “well maybe you and I could train together sometime” you laughed. He stared at your face for what seemed like forever, you started to feel a little insecure at the way he looked at you. *was something on my face*, your face began to flush with embarrassment until he finally spoke up. “your eyes are truly the most beautiful I’ve ever seen they look like two gemstones have been enfolded into your irises” he said with a huge smile wiped across his face. “th-thank you” you stutter as your face began to heat up. You were still not used to being showered in compliments all the time because of your upbringing so It was still so foreign to you. Rengoku placed his hand on your forehead, “are you okay? you don’t look so well, Are you sick or something?” He said worryingly. *I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA PASS OUT* you screamed at yourself. “I’m okay, I’m totally fine,” you said grabbing his huge calloused hand with two of your soft ones. “I’m just not used to praises like that” “and why’s that?” he said tilting his head to the side. *he’s quite adorable* you thought with a soft smile “I don’t know” “well you should get used to it I’m only telling you how I see it” he said with a chuckle, you doing the same. The two of you enjoyed the silence together taking in the greenery surrounding the both of you. It was peaceful. It wasn’t until you looked over at him again and were met with him dozing off. “you can go to sleep if you want, I’ll be on the lookout if anything happens okay” you whispered trying not to wake him. and with that, he fell asleep.

You ended up falling asleep yourself while failing to keep your word. You were out for about 15 minutes until you felt someone pick you up. “I DIDNT MEAN TO WAKE YOU, MY APOLOGIES” he yelled waking you up completely as he lifted you onto his back a lot more energetic than he was before. “I should be the one apologizing, I said I was gonna wake you but I ended up falling asleep as well,” you said softly a blush appearing on your face. “NONSENSE, AT LEAST WE WERE ABLE TO GET A MOVE ON, BEFORE SUN DOWN, THAT WOULD BE A DISASTER” “you’re so loud you know” you chuckled “you also don’t have to carry me I can walk the rest of the way” “I DONT HAVE TO BUT IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE TO, ALTHOUGH I DONT KNOW WHERE YOUR ESTATE IS SO YOU WILL HAVE TO DIRECT ME” “okay,” you said burying your face into the crook of his neck

The two of you conversed the entire way home, he would ask you questions about your family and your life as you did the same. You found out that he has a younger brother and just by the way he explained him to you, you knew that they had a very strong bond with each other, you could tell how much he admired his younger brother it kinda felt like you knew him before getting the chance to know him. He also told you about his parents, you wanted to know more about them but the slight change in his tone told you everything you needed to know, plus you didn’t want to be nosy only realizing that the both of you didn't even know about the existence of each other earlier this morning so you bit your tongue.

“Thank you for taking me home, even though I told you I could walk myself” you nudged him. “I TOLD YOU ALREADY, IT IS ALRIGHT U DONT HAVE TO THANK ME, PLUS I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGIVE MYSELF IF I LET SOMEONE AS PRETTY AS YOU GET HURT” it felt like the wind got knocked outta your system. “DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?” He asked. “no, no it’s just..you think I'm pretty?” “OF COURSE, YOU'RE GORGEOUS” you took the chance and tested the waters a little bit. “so you’d walk anyone you find attractive home?” You asked “Have you ever walked the love Hashira home?” you said changing the question quickly. “NO, SHE ISNT EXACTLY MY TYPE, PLUS SHE'S MORE OF A LITTLE SISTER HAHA” “oh so you have a type?” the way he became tense made you laugh out loud. “I’m joking I just wanted to mess with you haha” Another wave of silence rushed past the both of you, it started to become awkward. “well I think I’m gonna call it a night, I’ll see you around” you began to turn around until he grabbed you by the wrist. “DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT LATER ON?” “are you asking me out on a date?” “ONLY IF YOU WANT TO THOUGH, IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE A DA-“ he said his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I would love to” you smiled at him before parting ways.

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[themoonandvenuslovechild]

Punishment

Summary: You, Makkari, and Druig had been in a secret relationship for years, deciding to keep it from your fellow Eternals for the well-being of the relationship. The three of you would flirt with each other, and with the humans of the civilizations you were residing in. One day, Druig and Makkari can’t control their jealousy.

Pairing: Drukkari x Reader

TW// jealousy, little bit of smut but not much, bitch idek just beware of shitty writing tbh

A/N: I feel like this gif just matches the vibe... no reason at all of course...or maybe it’s cause this is definitely the look they’d give you before fucking the shit out of you..

Inspired by: @lovegoods-things

  It had been a long time passed since the beginning of your relationship with Druig and Makkari. It was unorthodox, considering the times, but you were considered gods among humanity, it isn’t as if you couldn’t do whatever you pleased. Still, you all hid your relationship from the rest of the team, hoping to at the very least avoid the teasing that would be thrown your way by Kingo and Sprite.

  None of you could resist throwing winks or teasing comments towards your partners, though, so there had been an agreement made that occasionally, someone would flirt with a human, making it obvious for the team to see. It kept their suspicions about your relationship low. Jealousy would always come into play, but it was contained, never overflowing to where the flirting was interrupted.

  Babylon was a particularly fun place, many of attractive men and women bending to the power of flirtation from the gods, believing that you were truly interested in them. Ajak would always say it wasn’t kind to play with people’s emotions, but they didn’t seem to mind enough for any of you to stop and reveal your the true nature of your “friendship” to the team.

  There was a sort of feast going on, many of the humans gathering around to watch Sprite’s dramatic illusions and talk to the powerful beings that saved them from the creatures known as Deviants.

   You happily flounced towards the humans that were standing around and drinking, a mischievous smile spreading across your face as you scanned for who you’d be flirting with tonight. Finally, your eyes landed on a tall and dark-haired man who was already letting his eyes roam over her, showing he would be an easy catch.

  You took a couple of soft steps before you were standing before the man, drawing your eyebrows together just slightly to look at him with a submissive look that said you’d be his dream for the rest of his life. “Hi,” you breathe out to him.

  “Hello, my beautiful lady, what’s your name?”

  “(Y/N). And yours?”

  “Cyrus. You truly are beautiful.” His eyes began to shine as your hand landed on his chest, your body leaning against his and a soft laugh produced by you that began to float through the air.

  “So...Cyrus, do you want to do me a favor?” Your tone was sultry as you asked the question. If you made it look like you’d slept with the man any suspicions the team might have had would instantly float away.

  Cyrus nods, following behind you when you wave for him. The man follows you all the way to his own home as you stand in front of the door. “I’m going to be blunt with you, Cyrus. I’m not going to have sex with you.”

  Disappointment rippled across his features, his shoulders falling from the high place he had held them and his smile dropping to become a frown. “Then why would you bring me to my own home?”

  “I had to make it look like we were sleeping together. You won’t tell anyone we didn’t, yes?” He nods, confusion across his face, and a small bit of pity flooded through you as you pressed your lips together. “The people of the town will think you a bachelor, and I get what I need out of this. A victory for the both of us.”

  His eyes brightened up and he nodded. Cyrus watched as you mussed your hair and made yourself look as if you and him had done it. “I’m heading back now, taking to scenic route, enjoy yourself.”

  You softly stepped away from his home, laughing a bit as you slowed your steps, taking in the surroundings.

                                                         ~*~

  When you returned to the village, the eyes of a couple of the Eternals fell onto you, whispers beginning to float between them as you make your way over to get a drink from one of the vendors.

  You couldn’t help yourself, softly flirting with the man who handed you the drink, only stopping when someone tapped your shoulder. You turn to see who was trying to get your attention, only to be met with Makkari’s eyes, her eye brow upturned in question.

  “Where have you been?”

  “Um, with a man named Cyrus,” was your quick reply.

  It was Druig who surprised you this time, his back pressed against yours as he bent down to whisper in your ear. “When we agreed we’d all flirt with other people, we never agreed to make it look like we were sleeping with them.”

  Your turned your innocent eyes towards Druig, batting your eyelashes as you let the words slip through your lips before you can truly think. “It’s just too tempting to tease you.”

  Both him and Makkari laugh, watching the way your gaze widens in realization of your own words and you swallow thickly.

  “So it’s fun to tease us?” There’s a glint in Makkari’s eyes as she asked.

  “No, no,” you said and signed at the same time. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “Teasing and lying, (Y/N)? Have you forgotten the cost of that?”

  “No,” you whimper out.

  You can’t say another word before Makkari grabs your hand, pulling you slowly behind her to the house in which she was staying. The walk there was a disturbingly silent five minutes as Druig trodded behind you while Makkari pulled you forward, giving you no choice but to submit to them.

  As soon as Makkari opened to door, Druig swept you up and threw you on the bed, standing behind Makkari with a smirk on his face at the regret on yours.

  “I chose the punishment last time, it’s your turn.”

  A big smile spread across her face as she happily made her way to the bed, crawling over you and pressing her soft lips against your own. You moaned softly and she hummed at the soft vibrations of the sound, grinning against your lips.

  She pulled away, sitting back and signing to you. “Clothes off.”

   It took you less than a minute to strip of the clothes you had on, dropping them to a small pile on the floor and waiting for Makkari’s next instructions. She took a seat on the bed and pat her lap, signaling you over. You crawled over and sat next to her, trying your best to delay the punishment you were about to receive for just just a moment longer. Makkari gives you a look, signaling for you to behave and crawl over her lap. 

   So, you do. You crawl over her lap and lay bent over her knees, your ass on display and your head hanging low. There’s a soft laugh from Druig as he rounds the bed to sit while Makkari runs a soft hand up and down your thighs and over your ass. 

   The timing is incredibly unexpected, usually she’d wait for Druig to get comfortable, but tonight, she decided it was within her desires to do whatever she wanted. Her soft hand gives a quick, harsh slap to your ass, a soft squeal coming from you. 

   She stops for a second, her body moving a bit as she signs to Druig. He laughs deeply, his chuckle rumbling through the air. “Oh, pretty girl, Makkari just told me the best information. Would you like to know what it was?”

   “Yes, please.” 

   “She said that she loves this punishment because she enjoys feeling your squeals and moans, and she enjoys watching you squirm while you wait for the next hit.” 

   Then, there was another slap, this one harder than the first. A loud cry escapes you as you jolt forward, crying out to both of them, “Please! I’m sorry!” 

   Makkari’s soft hand gently rubs over where she had just slapped, her comforting action ensuring that the next smack would be even harder. And it was, it was hard enough that you began to tear up. You wiggled back and forth in her lap, trying to escape the pain, but also trying to bring yourself closer to it, enjoying it.

   Makkari spanks you twelve more times, before flipping you up and over to where you’re laying on the bed. She smiles, sitting up and stripping herself completely before crawling up to you, kissing you before she gave you a look you knew all too well. The next thing to happen was too quick for your mind to comprehend. Makkari began using your face to please herself, but what you weren’t expecting was Druig’s sudden move to the end of the bed. As soon as Makkari sank down to begin chasing her orgasm, Druig sucked softly on your clit. 

   A moan rippled through you, causing Makkari to thread her hands through your hair. While Makkari rides your face, Druig continues to eat you out like he’s starving, only stopping when you’re moaning and thrashing on the edge of your climax.

   He leans up at your whine, accented words reaching your ears. “Do not cum. If you do your punishment will only last longer.” 

   And you didn’t... the first five times he edged you. On the sixth, you couldn’t control yourself, letting go as you came on his tongue. “Darling,” he began slowly, smiling as Makkari climbed off your face and sat beside you, a blissed look on her face. “You just came.” 

   “I’m sorry!” You cry uselessly. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to!” 

   He tuts, shaking his head as Makkari does the same. You make eye contact with her, hoping to appeal to her empathetic side. “Please,” you sign. “I’m sorry.” 

   “It’s okay, you’ll get to cum whenever you need to now.” 

   You don’t quite understand until after the third time you’ve cum from Druig’s tongue, your clit swollen and sensitive as you try your hardest to squirm away from his attack on you. 

   “You’re only on orgasm four, little one. If you’re gonna be like this, it’s going to be a long night for you.” 

   Your head falls back as you sigh. Long night. A long night of torture and punishment, and you were entirely ready for it. 

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[smut-angel]

this is giving massive jock!jon and i am LIVING for it

like imagining being court-side supporting and he keeps winking at u a smiling when he scores why is that making me giggly omg he has too much power over me fr

but also the sex if they won OR if they lost !!

like i imagine it could go both ways when they lose like either he wants it rough and him being in charge or he wants you to baby him with you on top and his head buried in your chest sucking your nipples ever so often and you praising how good he is etc etc

for some reason i feel like when they win he always wants head idk why but i just know he would lol and maybe a quickie cuz all his energy has been spent but it still hits right

the jock! jon agenda lives!!! ugh idek what to add everything you said is so perfect and accurate