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propertyofwicked · 8 months ago

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FAKING AN INTEREST

f1 grid x platonic!reader (implied landoxreader) smau

based on this request! (this may need a pt 2 honestly)

warnings: none, just men having the audacity

masterlist the playlist

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danielricciardo what he say fuck me for?

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username6 where did u find that picture of oscar?

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yourusername made a new post!

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yourusername lando norris fakes an interest in the menu

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logansargeant you never want to go to lunch with me :(

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yourusername y/n l/n fakes an interest in getting her degree 🍾🥂

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landonorris well, some of us drive fast cars

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⤷ maxverstappen1 im supporting y/n's financial endeavours?

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elationeffect · 9 months ago

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Light Yagami NSFW headcanons

Here are some NSFW headcanons I have for these this dumbass. I’m back in business baby, please feel free to send an ask! Do not read/interact with this post unless you are over the age of 18.

cw: afab!reader, dubcon, oral, fingering, imbalanced power dynamics, edging, physical marks/restraint, rlly bad @ tagging but lmk if there is anything else i should include

— Light is manipulative and charming in that order. This is a fact. He is attentive when he presses your back to the wall, unyielding when he forces your hips closer to his, and seemingly desperate when he grabs your jaw and traces the line your neck with his gaze. More than the taking, it’s the withholding that hurts.

— He takes great care in memorizing every touch that elicits a breathlessness from you. His thumb in the hollow junction of your neck and shoulders, his lips against the butterfly-thin shell of your ear, his face between the soft curves of your thighs.

— And when he has you at the edge of his bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders, and he genuflects to perhaps the only person worth worshiping, Light is methodical.

— His hands would move slowly up your leg, grabbing and massaging where he can before pulling your legs apart to reveal a dark spot clinging to the contour of your cunt. Devastatingly slow, he would run his fingers across your twitching form, making sure to rub slow circles along your slit until you’re shaking.

— And when you can’t bear it for one more second, one whimper away from anger, his mouth would be on you. Underwear pulled clinically to the side, he’d press his tongue into your folds and start his slow ministrations. He’d force you to watch as he circles the tip of his pink tongue around your clit, never quite giving you the satisfaction you deserve.

— Light likes to edge you, to see how long you can withstand him. He relishes in taking his time and forcing your hands above your head, made up in knots sometimes by his own weight, other times by his crimson tie.

— But after the kindness wears off and he immerses himself deeper into the game, his God-complex would start to get the better of him.

— One of his favorite ways of owning you is to take your jaw in his hands and face fuck you. Your whole body would be immobilized, forced to kneel in front of him as he shoves his thick cock into your mouth. He’d call you filthy for drooling and grab your hair by the roots to take him from the base. Of course you’d cry, tears converging with your spit, but the sound wouldn’t register as you gagged to the beat of his unrelenting pace.

— He’d take what he wants when he wants it. No God should have to wait after all and you hardly have the power to resist him. He threatened your loved ones after all.

— Despite his inherit need to hurt, Light doesn’t truly harm you. At least, not where anyone can see. Yes, his fingertips are a tattooed bruise on the inner parts of your thighs, and his teeth have left permanent scars on your ass, but he never gave you anything you couldn’t handle.

— Still, he’d tend to your wounds. He’d be distant and objective but at least he still cares. At least, until he returns to his desk and begins the work anew.

#yandere light yagami #light yagami x reader #death note smut #light yagami smut #light yagami imagine #cw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #just 2 be safe #vanya writes

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angelyuji · 5 months ago

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mr. pines

stanley pines x f!reader

reader needs a job really badly and stanford pines gives her a job... with a couple conditions.

tw // noncon, power imbalance, older man/younger woman, old man stan being gross, slight misogyny (mostly the pet names), also plss lmk if i missed anything

18+!!!!!!!! pls!!! pls!!! mind the tw and tags (also this is posted on my ao3 acc as well!)

you’ve been scrounging around for a job since you moved to gravity falls. finally, after a couple of months of begging around, the diner waitress, susan, had told you that the stan pines might be hiring at the mystery shack. you had promised the landlord that you’d give them the rent as soon as you find a job, but you can tell they were getting tired of letting you stay rent free.

you had walked to the mystery shack, only a 15-minute walk from the apartment. when you walk in, you’re hit with the smell of sandalwood and glue. you walk over to the red-headed teenager at the cashier stand.

“hey, uh- lazy susan said you guys were hiring?” she looks up from her phone to think for a second.

“oh really? um i guess you can check with stan. his office is right down the hall. he should be in there right now.” she points down the dark hallway to your right and goes right back to her phone. you thank her and she gives you a smile in response. goosebumps rise on your skin as you walk down the eerie, dark hallway. you were starting to second guess your choice of jobs, but you knock on the office door before you chicken out.

“come in.” a gruff voice calls from inside. you swallow and open the door.

“hi! i’m here to apply for a job at the mystery shack.” you smile and shut the door behind you. the only light in the room from the windows in the office. he hums and doesn’t say anything. he gestures to the chair next to him. you sit down and look around the messy office. a taxidermized animal head, a statue of an owl, a huge safe, all sorts of odd things litter the office.

“what are some of your qualifications?” he grunts out, surprising you. you list out your old jobs and hand over the resume that you brought. he gives it a once-over before tossing it into the trash can next to him.

“oh i needed that ba-” he holds a hand up and you shut your mouth. you don’t say anything as he leans back in his chair.

“you’ve got potential, (y/n).” he nods, “but… i don’t really want to pay anyone and it doesn’t seem like we really need the people all that much.” he shrugs.

you start to panic, reaching out and grabbing his hand, “please, mr. pines. i really need this job.” you beg and you watch him think for a couple minutes before smiling.

he clears his throat, “you know what, sweetheart? come back after the shack is closed, then we’ll talk about a job.” he stands up, your hands falling back to your sides, and you realize how much taller he was than you, how much more intimidating he was.

you pause to think, but realizing you have no other choice, “sure, i guess i’ll be back around 10 then.” he opens the door, but takes up most of the exit. you squeeze out from around him.

“i’ll see you then, sweetcheeks.” you feel eyes on your ass as you leave the shack. unfortunately, time goes by quickly and you’re back at the mystery shack. your stomach turns, warning you to make the right choice. you quietly go inside and notice that only the lights in stan’s office were on.

you fumble through the shop to the closed door. “hello?” you knock. mr. pines calls out for you to come in. you enter and you see him sitting on his desk, waiting for you. you clear your throat, “hi mr. pines.” he quirks an eyebrow at you and gets up. you force yourself to not back away as he comes closer to you. he walks past you and closes the door. you hear the quiet click of the lock and you feel chills go down your spine. alarms start going off in your head as he goes back and collapses into the chair. he leans back in his chair, groaning.

“so, you want a job here?” stan raises an eyebrow. you nod, “hmm… maybe i can help you, dollface.”

you let out a sigh in relief, “thank you so much, mr. pines. i’ll do anything, i really need this job.”

“anything, huh.” he nods with a smirk. you nod, eagerly.

“i’ll scrub walls, wash your car, or work from open to close! i will do literally anything!”

“you don’t have to do anything like that, sugarpie” you tilt your head, suddenly hearing the pet names. “you’ll just have to do a small little favor for me.” you don’t respond, hoping he’d explain. he gestures for you to come closer. you walk over to his desk and he turns the chair to face you. “kneel down for me.”

you awkwardly giggle, “what?” mr. pines looks at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“kneel down.” he stands up, you feel your heart drop. stan pines towers over you and grabs a fistful of your hair. he pushes you down and you yelp as your scalp stings. you try to crawl away, but he doesn’t let go of your hair. he uses one hand to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop. his cock hangs, big and girthy. your eyes go wide.

“mr. pines. please, don’t. i don’t want to do this.” you beg, feeling the panic rise and tears start to well up in your eyes. he looks down at you with a smirk, but let’s go. you scramble up and back against the wall. he sits back down, nonchalantly.

“fine, you can leave, sweetheart.” he shrugs. you back away quickly, hoping to get out of the office as fast as possible. “but…” you pause as your hand touches the doorknob, “you need me, baby. suzie told me about you: new girl with no job, relentless landlord, and not a single friend in town.” he laughs, deep and unsettling.

“fuck. you. i’m going to the cops and i’ll tell them what you did.” you turn and glare, voice dripping in malice. you twist the doorknob, planning to get the hell out of the place.

he stares at you, a smirk resting on his face. you felt frozen in place. “and what then? the people of gravity falls know me, toots. they know of my… reputation. they’re gonna tell you that you should’ve known better. i mean,” he barks out a laugh, “you came to the mystery shack after hours to see me. you should’ve known.” your hand drops from the doorknob. you stare at your feet. “i could help you, (y/n). i’ll pay you good money as long as you meet my requests.” you look up, tears dripping down your face, and stan smiles. he gestures for you to come closer. you, reluctantly, come back to stand in front of him. you make sure to keep your eyes away from his undone pants.

“what-what do you want me to do?” you sniffle. with surprising gentleness, he grabs your hand and helps you to your knees. he cups your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“all you have to do is do what i say. it’s a win-win situation, toots.” you start to feel yourself going numb. his hand leaves your face and he leans back. you inch closer, carefully placing your hands on his thighs. you move one hand up to gingerly wrap it around his cock. you hear him grunt at your touch and your vision starts to blur as your tears flow harder. you steady yourself on his thigh and stroke his dick.

stan groans, but you hear more irritation than arousal. “you don’t have to be so gentle, sweetheart. it won’t bite.” he growls. you swallow back the bile rising in your throat and tighten your grip a little more. with each stroke, stan’s grunts progressively louder. you watch as pre-cum leaks from his tip and feel his dick get harder with every stroke. but as you feel his thighs tense, stan grabs your hand.

“come closer.” he rasped. you inch closer, “i need you to open your mouth, sweetheart.” you hold back a gag and shake your head. stan grabs you by the chin and pulls you closer, you tighten your lips. stan chuckles before letting go of your chin to pinch your nose. your eyes widen, unable to think or breathe. you open your mouth to take a breath and stan lets go of your nose to shove two fingers into your mouth. you gag around his thick fingers, “you are just so beautiful, dollface, i can’t wait to use you every day.” he whispered and you feel a sudden wave of heat in your lower belly. he pulls his fingers out and you try to look away, but stan’s hand tangles itself in your hair. your eyes trail down from his face to his other hand, gripping his thick cock.

“wait-” you choke out, but stan pulls your head forward and plows himself into your mouth. he moves your head frantically, you choke and gargle as saliva and pre-cum drips down your throat and face. tears flow freely from your eyes as you were used as a worthless sex toy. you can feel yourself getting wetter and you feel disgusted.

“oh god, sugar, you feel so good. so. fucking. good.” he groans out, punctuating each word with a rough thrust. you could feel the tip of his dick almost going down your throat. you could see black spots dancing in your vision and you hit stan’s thighs, praying for a reprieve. you swallow around stan’s cock, trying to bring yourself back to consciousness, and stan moans. “oh, fuck,” stan’s hips stutter and he pushes your head down. your nose hits his springy, gray, pubic hair and you can feel his cock pulse as he cums down your throat. his hand loosens from your hair and you lurch backwards, gagging at the leftover taste of his bitter, salty, hot cum. you stumbled to the ground, leaning back against the wall, with your knees pressed to your chest.

“oh god, oh god.” you sob. stan gets up, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. he gets his wallet out and tosses forward a couple hundred-dollar bills. “consider this your signing bonus.” he pulls something out of his drawer and tosses a contract in front of you. “once you sign this, you’re a full-time mystery shack employee.” he walks to the door and opens it to leave, but looks back at you, “you’re a good lay, toots. i’ll see you tomorrow at 6. don’t be late.” he turns and walks out, leaving you shivering and humiliated.

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soonyoungs · 6 months ago

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[ 1:08 am ] - cheol

ఇ coups and gn!reader

ఇ warnings: smut! unedited! if anything needs tagged lmk

ఇ wc: 1,582

ఇ notes: this is my first smut in years so i hope it’s up to everyone’s standards! my inbox is currently open for requests, so feel free to stop by 💗🎀

“i miss you so much” you pout, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder. you hear him chuckle on the other end, sighing before he responds.

“baby, i am literally on my way home to you right now” you grunt softly, letting him know he’s been heard, but you aren’t pleased. “not good enough. need you here right now,” you respond, letting yourself flop back down onto the bed you share with him.

after ten minutes of anxiously waiting for the front door to open, you finally hear the sounds of his keys searching for the keyhole. once he’s got the door unlocked and a foot in your shared home you are off the couch and running in his arms “cheol!” you cry out, clinging to him as he just barely catches you.

seungcheol nuzzles his nose in your neck and inhales deeply, letting out a relaxed sigh. “missed you,” he mumbles rubbing a hand up and down your back. he leaves soft kisses in his wake as he follows the length of your neck, all the way up to your cheek, and around your jaw, on to your eyelids, the tip of your nose and finally, thank god, a loving kiss to your lips. you let out a small moan as the sweet peck quickly turns in to something steamier.

“should we at least move away from the entrance and close the door,” you pant, reaching your hand up to seungcheol’s face wiping the side of his mouth where your tinted balm had transferred. with a nod seungcheol lifts you up, his arms wrapped around your thighs, shutting the door with a hard shove of his foot and carries you deeper into your shared home.

once you’ve entered the bedroom seungcheol unceremoniously tosses you on the bed as he starts undressing. he stills briefly, looking down at you before biting his bottom lip and flicking his head at you, motioning for you to do the same. as soon as th nonverbal command is given you mirror his actions, leaving you both in a state of undress in record time. “cheol,” his name come out in a whine “missed you, need you so bad” you know you’re in for a long night because you’ve already begun to breathe heavily and he hasn’t even touched you.

the instant seungcheol hears you borderline beg for him he is on you. he’s got your thighs in his hands and he has pulled you to the edge of the bed. “yeah,” he questions “need me so bad you can’t even greet me properly, huh”. he smiles deviously while he moves to clutch both of your thighs in one hand and reaches the other down to your core, teasing you gently. your hips jump at the contact, it’s been a few weeks since you had last seen each other, no one can blame you for being needy!

once he’s had his fill of teasing you, seungcheol bends your knees back and out of his way. he stills and takes you in, wetting his lips before moving to prep you with his fingers. he starts off with one just one, his middle finger. seungcheol enters a second finger and then a third continuing to piston them inside of you, by this point your back can hardly keep contact with the mattress. “more,” you pant “i need more, seungcheol”. you’re beginning to lose the ability to think as you reach down to wrap your hand around his wrist, halting his movements. your eyes roll back and you let out a groan at the loss of stimulation but with the power you have left you ask again, this time with an offer he can’t refuse. “please seungcheol, give it to me. let me sit on it,”

before you can even process what is happening you’re sitting on top of seungcheol as he maneuvers your bodies. once he’s got his back half against the head board and you hovering over him he gives you a nod “go ahead baby”

you take him in your hands, aligning him with your entrance and slowly sink down onto him. with a guttural groan you throw your head back and allow yourself time to adjust to the stretch. seungcheol squeezes your hips, encouraging you to take your time. once you’ve gotten comfortable you sink the rest of the way down until you feel yourself bottom out. “fucking shit,” seungcheol moans, head tilted back and mouth open “god i missed you,” he breathes.

you mumble a quick “me too” before you begin rolling your hips, slowly finding your rhythm. “so good, cheol. you feel so fucking good,” you’re picking up the pace, rising until seungcheol risks slipping out before bouncing back down. seungcheol groans and tightens his grip on your hips as you do this a few more times before stopping completely only to roll your hips again. your nails scratch up and down his chest as you grind on him, his abdomen creating euphoric friction against your most sensitive places. as you run your hands down his chest you make sure to take care of his chest along the way, rolling and flicking at his nipples. seungcheol signs at the contact, looking down at you through his lashes.

“you like that,” you question, raising an eyebrow. seungcheol nods hesitantly as you bend forward taking experimental kitten licks. seungcheol raises a hand and tangles it in your hair before tugging your head back so he could look at you. “better stop while you’re ahead, babe”. a smirk crosses your face as you continue to suckle at him. “baby, i’m warning you,” he threatens in a stern voice that is just itching to be challenged. you continue with your licks and begin using your fingers, tending to the other, neglected, nipple.

a deep growl comes from seungcheol’s chest and before you can react he has you pressed against him, arms wrapped around your middle as he starts to pound himself inside of you. your head lulls to the side as you glance up to see seungcheol wearing a smug grin. “feel good” he asks looking down at you.

“uh-huh,” you confirm as coherently as possible “cock feels so good” you’re delirious as seungcheol lets go of your waist to sit up further, pulling you along with him. your head lays against his shoulder as he continues fucking into you. “so deep,” you mewl “so deep, so good, don’t ever leave me again” tears form at your lash line from the stimulation. you can feel the deep rooted warmth in your belly “about to cum,” you warn. seungcheol doubles down on his movements, almost tossing you off of his lap with the power behind his thrusts.

“oh yeah? gonna cum on my cock,” seungcheol brings a hand up, swiping the hair sticking to your face off to the side, resting his palm on your cheek “gonna give me what i’ve been missing while i was away,” you lean into the comfort of his palm as you nod letting out a desperate whine of “uh-huh”. seungcheol coos at your cute display before winding his hand in your hair once more, tugging your head back. shifting forward seungcheol kisses your neck, leaving small marks all over. once he is content with the work he’s created he sticks his tongue out, running it up the length of your neck slowly allowing the cool air of your room to hit the wet trail he’s left.

you let out a loud groan, feeling yourself tighten around seungcheol’s cock. “cheol, close” you warn one last time “so, so close”. you almost sob when seungcheol moves even faster.

“cum for me” he commands “cum all over me, i can feel how wet you are,” seungcheol runs his fingers through your slick, playing with you you, as it leaks out of you and onto his lap. you whine, throwing your head back as you reach fever pitch. eyes in the back of your skull, mouth agape and breathless groans and cries in the form of his name leave you as you tighten around him with everything you’ve got. “fuck,” seungcheol let’s out a deep groan, letting your climax knock him over the edge as he stills, emptying himself into you and continuing to fuck you through your orgasms. after a few minutes of slow, shallow thrusting you tap his shoulder with your palm, indicating uncomfortable overstimulation. with a final sigh seungcheol stills and lets his head fall to your shoulder, as you continue to sit on his lap with him buried inside of you.

you play with the hair on his neck, running your fingers through all the way to his scalp and back down. feeling him relax into your touch you gently push his head back to look at him. “seungcheol, if you’re going to fall asleep right away let’s at least get cleaned up first,” you say, a hint of reprimand in your voice. seungcheol shakes his head “not, too sleepy. just want to hold you,” he looks up into your eyes with a small pout on his lips. seeing the seriousness in your features he is quick to make moves to get up, picking you up and bringing you along to the bathroom where he begins to prepare a bath to be shared. as you wait for the tub to fill seungcheol places gentle kisses on your face as he mumbles sweet nothings in your ear “i missed you so much”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #i hope the ending doesn’t feel or sound rushed i just had a hard time finding a natural end that didn’t ruin the vibe 😖

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mischievousmoony · 19 days ago

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𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜

⟢ james potter x reader ⟢ you and james steal five extra minutes together before waking up for the day ⊹ 679 ⟢ warnings/tags: wrote a while ago and only skimmed it so lmk if i missed anything and need to change it to fem!reader please ⟢ note: i wrote this a while back & didn't love it so i kept it to myself but i figured it was time to get back to posting fics so here you go! hope it's alright <3

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You’re all tangled limbs and quiet breaths as the first morning light shines upon you and James. The blinds filter in slivers of soft light that your tired eyes find piercing, and you find that keeping your eyes closed is much more comfortable.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t fall back asleep— you’ll simply rest your eyes for a little longer. But the way James cards his fingers through your hair and massages your scalp makes that task exceptionally hard.

You shift, stretching out your limbs a little as to not let yourself lull back to sleep. James mistakes your movement for you preparing to rise for the morning, and he presses you closer with the hand tangled in your hair, a protesting hum reverberating in his throat.

As a promise that you’re not going anywhere, you nuzzle closer and press a kiss to his chest where your head lies. He returns the favor, lifting up from the pillows to kiss the crown of your head.

Just as he settles back into the plush pillows, the sudden sound of your alarm blares, interrupting the peaceful silence of your bedroom. It only lasts a second, though, as your phone is tucked in James’ free hand, his thumb lying in wait over the power button to trigger the snooze feature at a moment’s notice.

This is how it goes almost every morning. You’re more of a night owl, never wanting to wake until you have to. And James, although he could easily rise even earlier than the sun itself, he simply can’t get enough of you. Given these two truths, you’ve had to start setting alarms much earlier than your actual wake up time.

There’s about five more minutes left to steal before you’ll have to get up. Knowing this, James sighs deeply, wanting nothing more than to forfeit all of his responsibilities and remain cozied up with you all day.

He adjusts his positing, scooting down the bed until his head rests comfortably just above yours. He bends his neck to press his face into your hair. You feel him leave another kiss on the top of your head as he inhales, drinking in the scent of your coconut shampoo.

His hand has travels down to the back of your neck, his fingers applying a comfortable pressure to keep you close. His other hand swings around and lands on your waist. He’s abandoned the phone on the mattress beside him, knowing he’ll have to let the next alarm ring out a few times anyway to get you both moving for the morning.

“What time is it?” you mumble tiredly as his hand tugs at your t-shirt until it’s ridden up enough for him to be able to trace shapes into your bare hip. The cold air and his feather light touch make you shiver.

“We ‘ave plenty of time,” he murmurs before taking another deep breath. “You smell nice.”

“Thank you. New shampoo.”

“I like it.”

You hum appreciatively and the conversation ends there, another comfortable silence settling over you as you enjoy your last moments of peace.

James flattens his hand against your skin, rubbing back and forth from your hip to your back, and sometimes traveling lower to smooth over the curve of your bum. You tsk when he delivers a little squeeze, and after a farewell pat to your backside, his hand travels back to your waist.

Suddenly, the alarm blares again and James lets it ring. You huff when your ears aren’t immediately relieved of the jarring sound. With a groan you push yourself up onto your elbow, reaching over James to turn off the alarm once and for all.

As soon as you click “stop” James captures you by the waist and pulls you on top of him. You swing a leg over him so that you straddle his hips.

He pulls you in by the back of your neck, pressing a lasting kiss to your lips, which he follows up with a peck to the tip of your nose.

“Good morning, m’love.”

“Morning Jamie.”

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onlinedolly · 2 months ago

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cw: drug use, misogynistic undertones (brief mention of gender roles), degradation, p in v, p in mouth, dubcon (if u squint maybe?), mentions of piss, mean awful leon, i think that’s it? lmk if i miss any ok thank u

an: for my angel 🕊️ annonie who rq more corrupt cop leon!!!! i don’t put tws in tags so please read the list above carefully. if any of those things are too much for you please feel free to bypass this okay thanks so much. also i did not proof read this cuz im terrible sorry ):

corrupt cop!leon is a mean man. a star in the raccoon city PD, an officer who’d spent years building up nothing but a positive reputation, but behind closed doors he was anything but kind. you were his pretty little girlfriend, over a decade his junior and a former rookie at the same place he worked.

corrupt cop!leon who drank the minute he got home until he went to bed, expecting dinner and clean home when he arrived. so pleased to see his pretty little doll and dressed up for him over a hot stove. he got too drunk, like usual, and that’s when he’d become violent and crude.

“why don’t you come over here, little one?”

corrupt cop!leon would say, patting his legs with an almost empty whiskey glass to his side. and like the pretty, sweet thing you are, there you’d go prancing over to place yourself on his lap. smothering him with kisses, asking about his day, complimenting him on what a good cop he was (not that he needed the ego boost). and he’d sigh, tap your pretty cheek to get you to open your mouth big and wide before slipping whatever pills he’d stolen from the evidence locker a few hours prior. it really wasn’t as bad as it seemed, leon would think to himself, he was just helping, right. the pills made you happy, pliable, sweet and made that little brain of yours dumb.

and oh boy, did corrupt cop!leon love when you were hazy and high and oh so fucking stupid.

“ain’t got a thought up there, do ya?”

corrupt cop!leon who’d roughly knock on your head as if someone would answer. and you just smile all bright at him, like you do so often, and tell him the only thing up there is thoughts of him. you were perfect, a small, sweet thing who let him do whatever he wanted to you. and he ate it up.

corrupt cop!leon who was drunker now, meaner, and after supper is when he’d start to push you around. climbing onto his lap to only be shoved into the cold hardwood as he mumbled how ‘fucking hot he was’. pressing down on your tummy with a full bladder until you pissed yourself, getting so angry at you for using the restroom on the living room floor. and still, you looked at him with hearts and stars in your eyes.

corrupt cop!leon who had you so trained all he had to do was pull his cock out and there you were, on your knees in a second.

“dirty thing, this is all your good for, hm? taking cock and fuckin annoyin me’”

corrupt cop!leon would slur out drunkenly, as you kitten lick the top of his cock. leon would let you tease him for only a few moments before he’d grab the back of your head, hand in your hair, pushing you roughly down the length of his cock. you sputter and cough in a feeble failed attempt to tell him to pull back, but it’s to avail (it’s usually not).

“bet you like that, don’t cha? choking around an older guys cock, whore.”

corrupt cop!leon’s cock which is so big you’re terrified it’ll break your jaw, and especially at the rough and fast pace he’s fucking himself. you can’t breathe and tears spring to the corners of your eyes as you desperately try to gasp for air. but leon’s never been one to give up, no. your tongue is swirling around his cock and your hands are cupped around his balls like you’ve been trained to do, despite the lack of air.

“ain’t you something? fucking perfect.”

corrupt cop!leon would growl out between moans. and right before he cums does he let you breathe, pulling you roughly off of him by your hair. you gasp for air, big gulps that can’t seem to come soon enough as you wipe the tears and snot away from your face. before leon even has to instruct you you’re sinking down on his cock, no panties under that pretty little dress he picked out for you this morning.

corrupt cop!leon who thinks you’re going just too fucking slow. so he takes matters into his own hands, grabbing your hips roughly and slamming you down on his cock and you cry out. leon loved to hear your pained little whimpers, especially when they were still paired with that oh so loving, hazy look you give him.

“next time speed up and i won’t have to hurt ya, so bad y’know? stupid little baby, need me to do fucking everything.”

“s-sorry, sir,” you sputter out, “need you to everything your rig-“ a scream rips through your body as he lifts you up and slams you back down on his cock, you lean forward gripping the back of the couch for some kind of support as he begins a brutal pace, pistoning himself inside your tight cunt.

“fuckers at the force think i’m so good, don’t they baby? it’s cuz im the best, ain’t i? go on say it, your old mans the best cop there ever was, hm?”

you want to speak, relay compliments on him like you’ve done a thousand times before. but you’re just so full and so so overwhelmed. you’re sobbing from the needy feeling as leon fucks into you, enough to give you a tinge of pleasure but never enough to hit that soft spongy spot inside of you.

and leon wasn’t an idiot, he was actually very smart thank-you-very-fucking-much, he knew exactly what he was doing. knew your body enough to fuck you until you’re begging for him to hit right where you need him too.

corrupt cop!leon is a mean fucking man, who loves fucking you like one.

“can’t answer me? what? am i a terrible cop? a bad guy? is that what you think of me?” he eggs on, venom laced in his words.

“n-no!” you cry, his grip on your hips so tight it makes you gasp, “leon’s a good man, good cop, good — ah — everything.”

leon’s fucking you brutally at this point, the exact words he needs to hear from his baby has him reeling, and finally he slams you down against his thighs, his cock hitting you so deep it’s borderline pain as he finally grazes that spongy little spot with his tip. it sends you over the moon, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs as your hips involuntarily roll against him, hitting your g spot over and over again until your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.

“god what a slut you are, fucking yourself on my cock, now who told your pretty self you could do that?”

it’s like whiplash the way he picks your smaller frame up, spinning you both around and slamming you into the couch. your legs are spread in the air and he’s fucking you so roughly the couch rocks against the wall.

and corrupt cop!leon is a mean man, but he’s not cruel, so he takes one of his hands and rubs fast circles on your clit until your spasming around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a large tidal wave.

and he’s close too, he can feel it, so he picks up the pace, fucking you hard and ruthlessly as he mumbles pet names into your ear.

“god baby” “fuck, angel.” “cunt made just for me, hm, cupcake?”

finally he cums with a growl that’s almost animalistic, gripping your hip harshly as he unloads his seed inside of you. he’s sweating and panting and you’re looking at him with stars in your glossed over eyes, he takes a few moments to soften inside of you before pulling out.

“you should really clean yourself up, huh? look downright filthy with cum leakin’ out of you like that.”

he says before sauntering away, sure to grab his whiskey glass he’d left of the table.

corrupt cop!leon was a mean man and he was everything to you.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #tw.dark content #ೃ mars writes !#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #re2 #re4 #dead dove do not eat #dd:dne #leon smut

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yuyu1024 · 4 months ago

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Can't sleep

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: roommate

Warning: angst? smut 🔞 a little jealousy, probably kinks? fingering, fwb

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 800

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: looong time no post 😅 been busy. Barely sleeping and barely... alive lol

This is just a drabble bcoz of this clip

Have a nice day!

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"San...?" You weakly knock on his door. "Are you still awake?" You whisper making sure he is the only one who can hear your voice behind the door.

Everyone is fast asleep after a night out and drinks earlier. Though you are a bit tipsy yourself from having a few drinks, you can't seem to fall into dreamland. The sound of the rain and thunder is keeping you awake.

Wearing nothing but his black pajama pants, San opens his bedroom door for you. "I told you to come straight to my room after you showered." He says as he gestures you to come in already.

"I thought I'd be K.O by now..." you crawl on top of his bed and immediately goes into your favorite spot.

"We both know you need me for you to fall asleep." He smiles as he closes the door behind him and locking it.

You pout. "I can't get used to this. What if you're not around... what will I do?"

Smiling with no teeth showing, San slides in the bed beside you and signals you to come closer.

"Why would I not be around?" He puts his arms around you as you scoot over.

And out of habit, you swing your leg over to him, snake your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest. "So warm..." you mumble

"So... you came here just to hug me?"

You look up at him, with your puppy eyes. "Don't you want to cuddle?"

He chuckles. "Of course, I do." Then he lowers his face so he could kiss your pout. "But you know I want something else...besides the cuddling..." he whispers

His free hand goes straight to the point. To your sensitive bud that is poking out through your white shirt.

"Did you really walk from your room to mine... not wearing anything underneath?" His lips then goes to kiss you. A moan escapes your breathing when you felt him pinch your nipple. "What if one of them saw you? Hmm? Did you forgot your roommates are all boys?"

You don't have a chance to answer him. His hand already slid down to your heated core, barely giving you a chance to explain.

"Hmmm..." he inhales onto your skin. "You're wet already... I barely even touched you..."

You throw your head back, eyes close, as you feel his magical fingers tease you over your panties.

"Moaning does not answer my question darling..."

You spread your legs open, giving him full access. Your back is now laying on his bed and his hovering on you, watching you melt with just a few fingers caressing your clothed core.

"Did you forgot to speak?" He kisses your chin and then your lips. "If you don't answer me... I'll stop..."

Opening your eyes, "I... made sure they were alseep..."

"Really?"

You nod.

"What if they saw you? What will you do if one of them saw your tits through this thin material?" He is insane for making you go crazy. Before you could even think, his lowers his tongue so he could lick your buds through your shirt. Making them perky. "I know... we are still a secret... but you know me... What's mine is mine... I don't want any of them getting a glimpse of what is MINE."

He pushes the material on the side and puts a digit in you. You yelp, releasing a loud cry. That cry could wake everyone up. But your lucky that the loud thunder came crashing with you that it over powered your sound.

"Fuck... look at you... already fucked up by just my finger..."

"Oh... oooh... ahhh..." quick inhales and exhales with every push and pull.

"You like that huh? You like, me fingering you, every time you have a hard time falling asleep... hmm?"

"I... ah... I do...." you look at him with barely open eyes. "You finger fuck me so good that... ahhh... it calms me..."

"What about my dick? What do you feel if my dick is inside you?"

"Ahh... a-alive..." you bite your lower lips as you feel the sensation creeping in your gut. "San! I think... I'm going to..." before you could even finish, you came. San's hand is covered with the evidence. "Oh crap! I made a mess on your bed!" You panic as you see his blanket wet.

"Don't worry about it. It's just a blanket. I can put it in the laundry tomorrow morning.." he kisses you on the lips and then licks his finger. "Do you feel good now?"

Blushing, "Yes..."

"Good." He gets up to grab a warm wet towel from his bathroom to get you cleaned.

"You know... you act so different when it comes to sexy time and our daily lives."

"I do?" He arches a brow as he wipes you clean.

"You are the sweetest and gentle guy I know..."

"But...?"

"But... when it comes to this...or like sex... your a completely different person."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No..." you cup his face and gives him a long wet ass kiss. "It's sexy..."

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800db-cloud · 4 months ago

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spare some spy hcs? 👀

OKAY. ok. so i have been putting off answering this ask because i’m admittedly very shy and very afraid of sharing my headcanons. and also because i have A LOT OF THEM.. but here we are!

here are my headcanon spies :) René works for RED and Jacques works for BLU!

where to start, where to start… i have a LOT of headcanons for them, i’ll be talking for FOREVER here. i’ll just start with story because why not! xP

René’s parents were also agents/spies, so he was always destined to be one as well. And he lives up to his parents’ legacies! He’s most notorious for destroying gangs and mobs and the like from the outside in. He was brought to America years ago to take out a dangerous mob boss, but unfortunately found himself infatuated (and involved) with the boss’ daughter. Luckily for him, the boss’ daughter wanted the guy dead, too.

René’s story is honestly a lot more fleshed out than Jacques’, but here goes anyway:

Jacques’ father was a very rich and powerful man in politics. Jacques himself was the result of an affair, and to keep it hush-hush, his father decided to raise him. Raise is a strong word, though— but he did help his father gain intelligence and blackmail on opposing political parties. Jacques proved to be a promising spy since childhood.

If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for Jacques’ story, let me know haha x) he didn’t have the greatest upbringing per se…

last thing on this section i wanna talk about is the Scouts. René is related to both of the Scouts; he’s RED Scout (Jeremy)’s biological father, and he’s BLU Scout (James)’ adoptive/step-father. Jacques has no relation to either scout, but acts as a guardian figure to BLU Scout.

anyway, this is the part where i continue talking about other miscellaneous headcanons! and these come with doodles :)

You couldn’t catch René DEAD without his mask, or his suit! He’d neeever take them off around other people (‘other people’ is mainly just Scout. For obvious reasons.) Meanwhile, Jacques is pretty lenient in letting his teammates see his face! Everyone on BLU’s seen his face at least once.

A big part of why René refuses to strip down is also due to the fact he has a LOT of tattoos. No doodle for this one because I’ve yet to decide on what tattoos to put on him (ideas are very welcome!!), but yeah! Most of the tattoos were ‘forced’ onto him/he had to get for jobs and ‘fitting in’ with bad crowds, but a good few of them were of his own accord, too.

Jacques doesn’t have tattoos, but he has a myriad of another thing: scars! Lots and lots of scars on this guy. Faded and old, sure, but they’re there. Most prominent ones are the one around his neck (from when the RED Medic beheaded him) and the ones on his forearms (those are from the LAST time he was imprisoned— looong story…)

René doesn’t cook very often for his team, but when he does, everyone’s always BLOWN AWAY by this guy’s cooking! René’s really bad at taking compliments, though— (“Cooking food that’s remotely edible isn’t a compliment, it’s basic survival.”) —but rest assured he’ll be thinking about it for the next month. Jacques, however… Do NOT let this guy into the kitchen. Ever. The BLU base has a special fire extinguisher “In Case Spy Decides To Turn On The Stove”

oooh, this one is an hc and a HALF to me. René much prefers working alone. It’s just in his nature, being isolated and whatnot. He likes to deal with things by himself– maybe he doesn’t want to burden others? On the contrary, Jacques NEVER works alone. It’s a trait he’s had even before being hired to BLU. You never know when things could go wrong, so it’s best to have someone else to fall back to… or someone else you can blame!

these hcs both have something to do with how René and Jacques show their trust in other people :) it’s a bit convoluted but it gets there:

René is, amusingly, very bad at remembering names. Almost laughably bad. There have been many-a-story of his days before RED where he’d get a target’s name wrong, even after he’d repeated it in his head dozens of times over. Names are difficult for him, so if he remembers yours, it means you mean a lot to him! He prefers using his teammates’ names rather than their titles. René is unaware of how charming this specifc trait is to his coworkers (they saw how much work and effort it took for him to memorize their names, they’re just happy with how far he’s come!)

Jacques has a… to put simply, very complicated relationship with food. But the one thing he’ll never turn down is sweets. His favorites especially being chocolate bonbons. Jacques has a hard time eating in front of others, let alone sharing his food! But if he genuinely likes and trusts you enough, he’d have half the mind to share with you. Admittedly, he hasn’t brought himself to share with most of the members of his team yet, except for a select few. Mostly BLU Medic and BLU Sniper.

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and of course, eventually, EVENTUALLY, these two also become friends! it took a little bit but believe me, they both respect each other’s skill in their job :)

AHHg i could go sooo much longer about them— from things like their physical traits (how much teeth they have? it’s a pressing question) or different periods of their life (why did rené have to leave his family? why was jacques imprisoned for the last time?) BUT this post is so… so, so long. My fingers hurt from typing

If you’ve managed to read through this Beast, THANK YOU RAAHH!!! thanks so much for asking this, too. i hope to spare more hcs someday. hehe ^_^

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 spy #era.png #id in alt text #VERY LONG POST !!! very text heavy aaouhg #ok its taking all of my courage to make this post but i promised myself i’d get it out before i-#-turned nineteen LFJDKG. so. here they are :) rené and jacques my pookies…#UMM… idk what else to say here. thanks for asking and if you read this: THANK YOU ALSO ^_^#tumblr does NAWT want to format this post properly im going to pull my hair out #smoking #ask to tag #JUST IN CASE !!! there’s some slight implications of stuff here and there so if anyone needs anything tagged then feel free to lmk!#i also evidently have. a LOT of hcs regarding the BLU team. coughs. dont worry about that right now. Dont worry about it #era.txt #anon

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licorice-tea · 1 year ago

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The Object Of All My Desires

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: so much angst, unrequited feelings (or so law thinks!), pining, yearning, (verbal) fighting, cursing, reader refers to law as a “stalker”, which is valid tbh bc he’s being a little weird, but not really, strawhat reader

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: oh my god i spend so long on this and i just kept hitting mental roadblocks! but then, tonight i got the inspiration to write like ~500 words and finished it up. there were only meant to be 2 parts, but similar to the second season of bridgerton (which it’s inspired by) there will be a 3rd! (the 1st part is based on the first meeting of kate/anthony, this part is based on that entire pinning phase+the confesssion, and the last will be shorter and basically be a resolution of everything.) also, im looking for beta readers! pls dm or comment if you’re interested!!! and if you’d like to be tagged in the next lmk! thanks for reading <3

Part 1 • Part 3

The second time you and Law were around one another long enough to have to face the other and, god forbid, speak, would come 2 years after your first meeting. After all your training apart from your crew, you had finally united and started traveling together again. You and your nakama took on all the challenges Fishman Island had thrown at you and soon moved on to the next adventure: Punk Hazard. It was there you met the standoffish Captain of the Heart Pirates again, and he proposed an alliance to Luffy between your two crews. So here you are; in an alliance with a captain you’d managed to piss off 2 years ago, and who clearly still carries that grudge with him.

Law already doesn’t like being part of the alliance with Straw Hat- but you only make it 1000 times worse. It’s unbearable having to be on the same ship as you, let alone sit at the same table over meals or pass each other in hallways. Not to mention, you seem to make everything a competition. And he doesn’t want to be in as childish a feud as the one that the swordsman and the love cook have, but you’re forcing him to act that way. You’re absolutely insufferable, and how he ever found you remotely intriguing or pretty to begin with is beyond his comprehension.

And yet, Law can’t pull himself away from you, nor you from him. He lingers in dark hallways just to pass by you as you go about your errands on the ship. He stares long enough to burn holes through you, then turns away milliseconds before you catch him (or so he thinks.) But every time you approach the reserved man, he exudes an air of annoyance.

It all makes you wonder, “What’s his deal?” Besides your little tiff back in Sabaody 2 years ago, you’ve never done anything to offend him in his time on the Sunny… Maybe you just need to clear the air. Yeah, that’s it; confront Law and ensure there is no bad blood between the two of you. No grudges, just goodwill.

You hope.

The Strawhats and co (Law) are docked at a small island, just for a day or so. Frankly needs supplies, Sanji; ingredients, Chopper; medicine, Zoro; booze, etcetera. And since most of the others have something specific they’re in search of, you have a free day to explore and shop!

You bid Brooke goodbye and thank him for watching the ship, then make your way up the dock and into town. It’s a quaint area, but the market near the entrance of what resembles a town square is overflowing with interesting bits and baubles.

Though you are happy to have this time to yourself, you’re not alone. Law is a mere 20ish feet away. He doesn’t greet you or even make eye contact, instead choosing to lean into shadows and stand behind vendor booths. You can tell that he’s trying to go unnoticed, pretending to be interested in whatever wares the shopkeepers have for sale every time you turn back to check for him.

And it’s fine, for a while. This could be a good opportunity to try and talk to him and ensure that the two of you are on good, if not neutral terms. It’s a little strange that he’s following you now after the two of you have had close to no interactions during his week or so on board the Thousand Sunny, but you don’t mind.

You cannot, however, pass up the opportunity to harmlessly scare him when he gets momentarily distracted by one of the little shops. While Law is reading titles of comic books (how strange…), you double back so that when he looks up, he can’t find you. He scans the marketplace, but to no avail- you must have run off somewhere.

Then you tap his shoulder, and the man nearly jumps out of his skin as he whips his head around to see who it is.

“You really like stalking me, huh?”

“…I’m not stalking you.”

“No? Well, whatever you want to call it, it’s the second time it’s happened.”

“What are you-“

“Sabaody, 2 years ago.”

“I wasn’t stalking you then, either.”

“Fine; following me through at least 3 groves while trying to be quiet and stay out of sight.”

Law scoffs. “Whatever.”

“Hm…” You lean to the side to see what’s behind him; display shelves with various comic books. “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing, I wasn’t even looking here.”

“Ah, so it’s ok for you to lie to my face, but not me to you. Got it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You nearly laugh. 2 years ago, after proceeding to follow you through several groves of the Archipelago, Law had insisted on knowing if you were a pirate or not, and the conversation had somehow escalated into an argument. It was a stupid little thing. But, you find it funny now, which is why you’re attempting to make jokes about the encounter and ensure him there are no hard feelings reserved over it. “Again, Sabaody.”

“Well… maybe you should stop carrying a grudge over that.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I only bring it up because I think it’s funny.”

“I think it’s childish.” Law doesn’t know why he says this, to be honest. He wants to come off as smart and witty, though he might not have executed it very well.

With a scoff, you cross your arms. “Law you’ve refused to even look at me in your time with my crew. When I try to talk to you, you act like you don’t hear me or straight up ignore me. Then you go and stare at me from across as if I can’t see you. And I’m childish?”

“Yeah, you are, and I don’t like you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Better than you being an awkward asshole with no explanations as to why.”

“I’m not fucking awkward, shut up.”

“Oh no, you just follow people around for the better part of an hour without talking to them. Very charming.”

Law huffs, unamused, and storms off without another word.

You sigh and continue browsing the stalls. “Ok, so, maybe there is some bad blood between us….”

Things are awkward between you and Law for the remainder of the evening. Not only is he avoiding you, but you’re also avoiding him. And though you still try your best to be at least a little friendly, he straight up ignores all of your attempts. Whereas before your little confrontation in the marketplace, the stoic man would have at least responded with an eye roll.

When it’s dinnertime, you take your seat next to Robin as usual. Casual conversation and laughter flow around the table easily and seemingly endlessly… until Law walks in. He sits in the only empty chair, next to Chopper’s, and nods at Sanji in thanks for the food. And you, foolishly, try to incorporate him into the conversation. Maybe you do it to try and heal the small rift between the two of you, or maybe you simply want to provoke him further (though you'd never admit it.)

“So, Law, how was your day?”

Everyone pauses their conversations to not-so-discreetly listen in. They had also recognized the growing tension between you and the ally captain, for seemingly no reason at all.

“Mind your own business.”

“Hard to do when you’re always in mine.”

He nearly spits out his drink.“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m starting to get sick of your behavior, y/n.”

“So sick that you just can’t seem to leave me alone?”

“Watch the way you speak to me-“

“My apologies Law, I’m so used to being watched by you rather than having conversations, I must have forgotten my manners-“

“Shut up!”

“Fuck you!”

Now that both of your voices are raised, the crew sees it fit to intervene.

“Watch how you speak to them, Trafalgar-“ Sanji warns.

Similarly, Robin tries to talk you down. “Y/n, he’s our ally-“

The attempts to calm what had nearly turned into a screaming match prove futile, as Law storms out. You scoff and cross your arms. He’s so infuriating, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Silence passes as your crewmates look between each other, none wanting to be the first to… console you? Admonish? Give advice.

“You two should talk, y/n.” Says Robin, ever so mature.

“If he wants to talk, he can come to me instead of constantly staring at me from across the deck without saying anything.”

“Well, he’s clearly not very good at showing it, but you realize that he likes you, don’t you?”

You blink and turn to look at her. This must be another one of her dark jokes. “Very funny, Robin.”

“Oh, y/n, come on!“ Usopp groans; he’s had enough of the yearning and tension. “You seriously didn’t know?”

“No! Because he doesn’t like me. He’s been holding a stupid grudge against me since the first time we met back in Sabaody-“

Nami backs up Usopp’s point; “A crush, y/n. He’s had a crush on you and he’s too shy to talk to you normally-“

“So, what, it’s ok for him to just watch from afar but then act like a jerk when I try and talk to him?”

Surprisingly, Chopper speaks up next. “…Maybe your intentions came off different than intended?”

This makes you bite your lip in thought. Perhaps they had.

Nami pats your shoulder, “Now, go work this out so the rest of us don’t have to deal with all your unresolved tension.”

You unintentionally pout; the last thing you want is to talk to Law right now. But, your crew urges you on, and all but pushes you out the door.

You find him pacing back and forth on the starboard deck of the Sunny.

“Law?”

He whips around and you swear you see his scowl become even more pronounced than usual. The crease between his brows deepens, as the corners of his lips turn into a borderline pout. “Not done tormenting me?

“Tormenting? I just… I came to talk to you.“

“I find that hard to believe. From the moment we met, you have been nothing but rude and a nuisance to me.”

You scoff, all plans of reconciliation forgotten. “Believe me, Law, the feeling is mutual.”

“Fuck off.”

“This is my ship, so why don’t you fuck off? Jump overboard for all I care.”

“Maybe I will if it gets me away from you.” Law turns on his heel and storms off the open deck and into a hallway.

“Good luck swimming, asshole!”

Your rebuttal brings him right back to his former position, face to face with you so that your screaming match can continue “I hope you know that every moment I have to spend on this ship is torture, y/n, all because of you.”

“I haven’t done shit to you, Law.”

“Then whose fault is it that I feel this way? Go on, name someone else so I can take it out on them instead.”

“It’s your fault if you feel any type of way about me besides amicably. I’ve been nothing but kind, and-“

“Bullshit. Whether you know it or not you’ve done… something to me, I can feel it.”

“Oh yeah? And since when do you know anything about how you feel, all you do is brood.”

“I don’t brood. And I know that you are the bane of my existence.” He spits back, making sure to emphasize the word bane.

You hold your breath, refusing to play into this childish argument any longer. Or maybe it’s because, even if it’s just a little, his words genuinely hurt. You realize then, that you don’t want to be the so called ‘bane of his existence.’ He takes your silence as an opportunity to continue, though at a much lower volume than before.

“… And the object of all my desires.”

After a moment of disbelief, your scowl turns to a raised brow. “Excuse me?”

“Every one of my waking hours is plagued by thoughts of you. It doesn’t help that I can’t go anywhere on this goddamned ship-“

“Don’t you talk about the Sunny that way-“

“- without seeing you!”

“Well you must enjoy being around me if you’ve decided I’m,” you create air quotations with your hands, “the object of all your desires.”

You feel so out of your depth now. All you know to do is to bite back with witty remarks, even when he opens up to you. And he seems to do the exact same.

“It’s a nuisance.”

Your lip trembles, but you refuse to cry in front of Law while he plays this sick mind game with you. “I didn’t know liking me was such an awful fate.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “There are so many other things I should be focused on, but all I think of is you. It’s not awful, but it’s making me weak.”

“You’re such a prick, Law.”

He’s bewildered, mouth gaping as he tries to understand what could’ve been wrong with what he’s just confessed to you. “I’m saying I like you, y/n, I- Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I don’t hate you, idiot! But you- when you started traveling with us, you made me feel like I had done something to offend you, and then when I confronted you about it in the market you started to really hold a grudge, then you - I just- that’s not how you treat people!”

“Y/n-“

“Are you messing with me right now, Law? Is this another play to try and gain the upper hand in this… ongoing thing we have?”

“No, I wouldn’t…” He trails off and shakes his head. He probably would, if he weren’t so enamored with you and on the condition he possessed the social skills to pull off such an elaborate scheme. “It’s not.”

You’re silent again, but both you and Law are refusing to break eye contact. He must notice your still watery eyes and trembling bottom lip because he steps forward. His hand travels to your arm, then your chin. Forced to look at him, you are pained to see a similar unhappy look in his eyes. Minus the tears. You could almost take him for sorry if it weren’t Trafalgar Law, of all people. So instead of falling into his arms like you suddenly feel a desperate need to; you step backward.

You fold your arms over your chest as you look off somewhere- anywhere besides his eyes. “Law, nothing good can come of this.”

“This? What is this, y/n?”

“These.. feelings.”

“You feel the same?”

“I didn’t ask to feel this way!” You bite back, “But… yes, I do.”

“So what should we do?”

“We aren’t going to do anything, Law. You just stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine.”

“I thought you didn’t like that I was avoiding you?”

“Well now that I know why, what else can be done? Nothing can happen between us, Law. And we can’t allow feelings to complicate this alliance. I can’t allow that, at least; it’s too important to Luffy.”

He searches for reasoning that will trump yours but comes up with none. And so, with a heavy heart, he concedes. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Nothing happened.” Law confirms.

“And nothing will.”

You nod and start walking away. “Goodnight, Law.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

And once you’re back safely in your room, the tears start to spill. You hate this- you hate him. You hate the way he makes you feel. You hate that you’re in love with him, and it took you this long to realize.

The tears don’t stop until you’re knocked out, and by the time you wake up, they’ve stained your cheeks.

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sakurasims-world · 1 month ago

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litte sunshine - posepack #9

hi everyone <33

im back with a small release for @theserenadeofshadows collab month! After what feels like an eternity that i uploaded something, but university kept me busy so i could not properly sit down and get anything pose related ready - im so sorry for it.

About this pack, this was a small idea i had in mind to do for my sims once she gives birth to baby. One of the poses was inspired by a pinterest family aesthetic i saved and i turned it all into a posepack. Its nothing special or crazy new, but i still like how it turned out.

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Please note that i am not a pro at posing so clipping, or problems can occur. If you notice something, please lmk and i will try to fix it asap!

Thanks for all your support. Muah love you and have a good holiday season!!

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Feel free to change them for your use!! Tag me on instagram @sakura.simz or here, i would love to see you use them.

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water-to-drink · 1 month ago

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How They Became Attracted to You pt3

(Characters): Cyno, Childe, & Ninngaung

(Synopsis): First meetings with the most popular or influential students at the academy and how their love for you blossomed

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, school au, reader is an artist, reader gets punched in the face, reader is close to their family, reader has siblings, weeb!reader, weeb!Cyno, reader likes Cyno’s jokes, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 1.3k

(A/n): Had this in the drafts for a while

Part 1 Part 2

🐕 Was the friend that Sethos introduced you to. Part of the school’s discipline committee, Cyno takes his job seriously and has been told that his stoic demeanor can be a bit intimidating. When he was first introduced to you he saw that you were a bit nervous and so decided to break the ice by telling you a joke, he expected the usual grimace or confused look but instead he was met with an amused chuckle

🐕 That was the moment you and Cyno became friends

🐕 Cyno would stay up late writing new jokes just to tell them to you just to deliver it to you, and you would laugh everytime. This makes Cyno’s ego grow a bit bigger, he’s more willing to say his jokes to groups of people as long as you’re in said group. It didn’t matter how many exasperated sighs he gets, he’ll still deliver the material to you, just to hear your chuckle. He didn’t know but he loved the way you laugh

🐕 Cyno can’t explain it but he feels a pull towards you; whenever he would see you down the hallway he wants to talk to you, but you only talk to him when Sethos is there with you. Maybe the two of you are close enough to talk to each other without Sethos being the chain that links the two of you together. So when Cyno saw you at outside drawing in the plaza he snuck up on you to see your sketch

🐕 Its so hard boiled! Cyno couldn’t hold the gasp that left his mouth, alerting you to his presence. You quickly pressed the sketchbook up against your chest

“You read ████████?” Cyno excitedly asked probably showing more emotion than what you usually see

“Uhh, yeah…”

“Why didn’t you say anything, I love the manga and anime!”

🐕 Just like that you two talked about the series, from anything to the characters to how the anime differs from the manga. You two lost track of time until a teacher yelled at you to get to class. You and Cyno talked more whenever you two have the free time, but even if your schedules don’t align often Cyno still watches over you. When he’s making his patrols around the campus he will make sure that you’re safe and no delinquents try to harm you. Especially a certain ginger guy from Snezhnaya

🐋 Unlike Itto, Childe is a delinquent by definition. Constantly getting into fights with others, skipping class, talking back to teachers. The whole 9 yards, even a recluse like you know about all of his misdeeds. Just how did you meet such a violent person?

🐋 It all happened one day when you were going to work from school, you decided to take a shortcut. The shortcut just so happened to be gang territory and thus you were accosted by some delinquents from another school. Just when it looked like you were about to be mugged he came in and instantly began to fight them. Seeing the look of manic glee on the ginger’s face sent shivers down your spine, you need to get out of here fast! You tried to run as far as you but your face collided with a fist

🐋 Coming back to consciousness you find yourself on a park bench, your face hurting like hell, and your head on the lap of Childe. You instantly freak out and began pleading

“Please don’t hit me, I don’t have any money!”

“I’m not gonna hit a cute little thing like you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Childe winked. “And besides you shouldn’t be going through these parts, it’s gang territory.”

“Ohh, thank you. Wait let me thank you for protecting me!”

🐋 You brought him to your family’s cafe and after your family was caught up to speed on the situation you all showed your gratitude by giving him multiple treats. As Childe ate the treats he saw how close you were with your family, your bickering reminded him of his family’s bickering. He couldn’t help the chuckle that left his mouth, you and and your family turned towards the ginger

“I’m sorry, you all just reminded me of my family.” He admitted

“Your family?”

“Yeah, we’re really close.”

🐋 You took a seat and began talking to him, you soon realized that he was a caring guy who just had a compulsion for violence. You thought about something to help him

“Maybe you should join the rugby team?” You suggested. “Ju-just to take your anger out on something other than fighting!”

🐋 After that night Childe went to rugby tryouts and was accepted into the team, it was the best thing that happened to him. His reputation has vastly improved, people don’t steer clear of him anymore, and most of all he finally has something to take his violent tendencies out on. No matter how many girls or guys try to go out with him, he would always reject them because they’re not you. They don’t make the violent compulsion less intense, they didn’t see him as a person before he joined the rugby team, none of that

🐋 You are the only one he wants

Ninggaung

🔶 The student council president has eyes everywhere and so when someone as seemingly unassuming as caught the attention of some of her peers in the council Ninggaung was curious on who you are

🔶 So she had some of her informants, students from the middle school, follow you around. They brought up the usual stuff about you. You don’t belong to any clubs, instead you opt to work at a cafe far from any main street. It seemed that her informants have taken a liking to you, which doubled the young lady’s curiosity

🔶 Ningguang would unknowingly stumble upon you and your work. One day after school she was doing her routine inspection of the building, she entered the art room and saw a single canvas on an easel. It was late so the art club members should have gone home by now, so whose work is this? Taking a closer look at the piece it fills the young woman with a sense of nostalgia, reminding her of the time when she would walk along the beach selling seashells when she was young. Ningguang was taken out of her walk down memory lane when she heard the door slide open, she turned to she the oh so popular you

“This drawing, is this for the upcoming competition?” Ningguang inquired

“Ye-yes. It’s based on the Ashcan school of art, it shows the poor middle class people…” You nervously explained under Ninggaung’s sharp gaze

“Hmm, and where is scene from?”

“It’s supposedly from a small fishing village.”

“It reminds me of the village I grew up in,” Ninggaung walked towards the door before stopping and turning back. “I do hope that you win the competition.”

🔶 After that day Ninggaung grew to like you, as someone from a low income family she knows what it’s like to work your ass off to make your dream come true. For her it’s to be able to attend the academy and become student council president despite the circumstances

🔶 Ningguang would come in and ask to watch you paint, you nervously agreed and soon began to like you. Hearing your voice soothed her and erased all the stress being council president brings, but having you by her side makes the role a lot more enjoyable

🔶 What isn’t enjoyable for her is learning that many of her peers in the student council have an infatuation with you. No matter, Ningguang has her ways

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chaconnewon · 5 months ago

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dazed heart — l.hs

pairing: non-idol!heeseung & fem!reader word count: 1.7k tags: friends to lovers (?), masturbation(male recieving), sub(?)heeseung, kind of whipped reader, teasing if you squint, little nipple play, MDNI lmk if i missed something uwu. a/n: it's my first time writing something sort of excplicit, so i aplogise if it is something wrong. don't be afraid to tell me, constructive criticism are welcome !!!

The rain poured endlessly as you watched it fall through the window. Not like you didn’t like rainy days, in fact you loved them but today's plan was going out with your best friend, a little attempt to clear both of your minds, spend time together since your jobs kept you both bussy. But just a few minutes after your arrival at his house, it started raining.

Sure you could do something indoors, but your heart felt suffocated by his presence at his own home, cold weather making it more difficult for you to stay focused.

You have been friends with Heeseung a while ago, a friend from a friend. You were pathetically quick at catching feelings and decided to keep them to yourself. Heeseung was quite flirty with everyone, even you, and you couldn’t help but imagine how sweet his love must feel. Not thinking about anyone else, no other girls around him, just you and him, together. Sharing feelings and soft cuddles.

Sitting at his gaming chair you rubbed your palms above your thighs, chasing some warmth. You regretted putting those shorts on, searching out for a blanket.

‘’Need anything, pretty?’’

Not those pet names again… You looked at him. He was laying on his bed, scrolling through his social media. Heeseung was wearing some pants on top of his knees with a white t-shirt perfectly buttoned. The way his free hand was placed behind his head, gazing you over the screen made you somewhat flutter.

‘’I’m just feeling a little bit cold, but it’s fine.’’

Heeseung put his phone down, looking at you with furrowed brows.

‘’No, it isn’t. Do you need a blanket? Hoodie? Some sweatpants?’’

‘’I’m okay! Really. Don’t worry.’’

‘’Come here.’’

He patted an empty spot near him on his bed. You hesitated for a while. Was it okay to cuddle with friends? Was it okay to cuddle with someone you had strong feelings for? You didn’t want to ruin anything because of your awkwardness or how you could feel after that. The idea of being wrapped around his arms was so tempting, feeling his warm embrace your body, so close to him.

You let out a small sigh, standing from the chair and walking towards the edge of his bed. Heeseung gave you some space as he watched you with a soft smile spreading through his lips. How could you say no to him? He looked so cute when things turned out his way.

Cautiously you made yourself some space, and soon one of his arms was embroiled to your waist, slightly pulling you closer. ‘It’s just to warm up, Jesus’ you thought to yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. You just hoped he didn’t notice.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. God knew when you could be like this with him again, so you better take that opportunity. Even though you closed your eyes you felt his eyes glued on you.

You tried to act cool, ignoring the glance that made you shiver, but was useless.

‘’Is everything alright?’’

Heeseung took his time to respond.

‘’I just thought you looked very pretty.’’

JesusfuckingChrist.

You felt like you stopped breathing, sudden cold sweat running down your back. Was he flirting? Not that you cared but it was a moment sort of… intimate.

‘’Must be the outfit i choose.’’ He chuckled, shaking his head.

‘’No — I mean always.’’

This time you couldn’t keep yourself together. With some hidden courage you looked up, searching for his gaze but Heeseung was looking at you previously. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed.

You parted your lips as an intent to say something but nothing came to your mind. It was blank. Was even worse when you caught his eyes analysing your facial expression, your eyes one by one, reaching your lips and back again to your eyes.

This flirty motherfucker.

“Heeseung—“

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t think twice, taking his offer like your life depended on it. You nodded but before he could make any move, you readjusted your position for a better and comfortable access.

Taking your time, you slowly made disappear any space between your lips, pressing on them.

It lasted about a few seconds before Heeseung started to move them softly. There was no rush: his parents weren’t at home, and the heavy rain made the perfect atmosphere. You didn’t doubt before kissing him back, savouring his lips. They were as soft and sweet as you pictured in your head.

Suddenly, somehow, you took the lead and straddled him, deepening the kiss a bit more. His hands were placed at your waist, caressing them with both thumbs. You broke the union between both mouths to kiss his neck. Hearing his breath hitch gave you the impulse to continue, to work his tender skin with your teeths and tongue.

As your mouth began to earn soft gasps from him, your hands worked to unbutton his t-shirt. Opening it and slid it through his arms.

Your lips went down his collarbone, making sure no inch of skin was untouched by your lips. His hand roamed your body, leaving soft sighs against his skin. You couldn’t believe that was happening, like a dream come true. You were afraid that it was just a lucid dream, your imagination scaring you for leading into such an accurate scenario. But the way his body was softly moving under yours, claiming in silence for more of your touch made you feel more alive than ever.

Your lips trailed down damp kisses, arriving to catch one of his nipples. You sucked and licked amused by the noises his throat left. Starting to feel aroused, your hips began to rock his, feeling his boner getting hard in no time.

‘’Y/n… ‘’ his lips let out a moan, his hands grabbing your waist.

As his hips were rubbing your clothing core, you detached your lips from him, looking up to meet his gaze.

The image was heavenly. Chest going up and down trying to catch his breath, cheeks with a slight blush on them, and his pleading eyes trying to tell you something, but he was a little bit shy to say it out loud. You could figure it out tho.

Your hands flew to the hem of his pants, looking once again to hip waiting for a response. When he nodded, you hooked the waistband and slowly pulled down. With a bit of his help, the bottoms were forgotten somewhere on the floor.

You couldn’t help but look at his erection, a small damp patch darking his underwear.

‘’S--Stop looking, it’s embarrassing…’’

You chuckled, shaking your head.

‘’Says who?’’

And before Heeseung could say anything, you grabbed his shaft around your hand and started to move it up and down. The fabric between his dick and your palm was making the move a bit restricted, but it didn’t stop you.

You saw him grabbing the sheets under both of you, holding back a few moans that were hard to retain. You didn’t want that, you needed to hear him. How good you were making him feel.

You sped up your pace, making his body squirm as his lips parted to let out soft, kind-of-pitched moans. That kept you going, ignoring the wetness between your legs, just wanting to focus on him.

‘’Please p--please… take…’’

‘’Hm?’’

You knew. Heeseung knew you knew. And he wasn’t having it.

‘’Don’t test me, y/n.’’

‘’Oh? What’s with that tone?’’ you squeezed his tip, earring a loud moan from him. ‘’Watch out.’’

You were having the time of your life, having him at your service and there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do. Fuck, that submissive trait of him made you hornier.

‘’I’m sorry just — take it out, please.’’

Enough of making Heeseung suffer. You nodded at his words, hooking the hem of his underwear and pulling down enough for his dick to come out, smacking his abs. Took you a few minutes to resume what you were doing. His tip was covered up with pre cum, so when you slid your hand all the way down, it was smooth.

No slow pace this time, just you jerking off your best friend like it was a usual activity between him and you. And it could be your frequent activity to do more often if he wanted, but now wasn’t the right time to think about that. The way your name left his lips made your head spin.

His eyes were closed, hands holding for dear life into his bed sheets that his knuckles were turning white. Oh, to engrave that image in your brain.

Soon his hips helped you out, bucking into your fist like he was fucking you deep inside. At that point, Heeseung could care less if the neighbours could hear him.

‘’Fuck! Just like that… feels so good.’’

His back was arched a bit, and even your arm was starting to feel numb due the lack of experience, somewhere inside you took strength to continue pleasing him.

Your hand was moving up and down, the slick noises filling the room as you gave everything to help him reach his highest point. No inch of his dick was left unnoticed, sometimes you slowed your pace reaching his base just for coming back at his tip to stroke it with eagerness.

Heeseung could feel a knot tighten on his abdomen.

‘’Fuckfuckfuck! D–Don’t stop please…! I’m s–so close!’’

It was fucking tempting to suddenly stop any move, only for him to cry and beg you to continue, that he was feeling so good for you to stop. But you were not that mean, right?

You sped up your pace a little more, all that your aching limb let you. Heeseung was just a few strokes away from release.

‘’God! I’m cumming! K–Keep going I’m cumm—’’

His words lingered in the air as the climax reached him, tensing his body.

As he told you, you kept your pace, helping him through his high. Heeseung’s back was arched, his hot seed dripping down your hand and reaching his abs. Mouth opened as quiet moans left his throat.

Gently, as his cock softened in your hands, you stopped your movements watching him come back to reality. He gave you a tired look but in his lips was a smirk.

‘’That was…’’

‘’...amazing, wasn’t it? I can tell.’’

He laughed, kicking you softly with his knee.

‘’ Wait, let me bring you some towels to clean this mess.’’

You caressed his thigh, leaving towards the bathroom. As you left, Heeseung sighed feeling complete, his heart pounding fiercly inside his chest.

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