#just listen to the rythm of your heart~

[misty-missdee]

I believe in a thing called love ❤️

[s0dium]

Needing you

Gojo x F!Reader

Synopsis: Gojo comes home after a near death battle, bloody, sweaty and needing you.

Warnings: Sweaty frantic sex, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, no prep, mentions of SPOILERS

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Gojo cant keep his hands off of you the moment he appears in front of your door.

He's sweaty, there's blood splattered on his face and clothes; god knows if its his or not. His breathing is ragged, deep, and the moment you make eye contact with him, the moment you see the vulnerability in his blue pupils and wide eyes, you dont even have to ask him what transpired. You already have a pretty good idea.

He's on you the second the door shuts behind him , lips crashing down on yours, teeth occasionally clashing and spit smearing on either side of your lips. Its messy, there is no coordination, no rythm, just Gojo trying to taste as much of you as he can. But that wasn't enough to satisfy him, he needed to feel you, touch you, press his bare skin upon yours and feel that he is alive, present, here with you. 

He tears off what ever filmsy tank top and shorts you are wearing and wastes no time shrugging off his blue uniform top. Your not even paying attention to it all; too engrossed in the kiss that has turn you into a whining a mewling mess. When your head hits the pillow you take the opportunity to wrap your legs around Gojo's waist and bring his crotch down to your cunt so he can grind his bulge against the wet spot on your thin white panties. But of course that isnt enough either, he needs to feel you, be inside you. With a grunt Gojo pulls off your underwear and lowers his boxers, just enough so his dick springs out hitting his abdomen. 

You let out a whine when you feel his leaking red tip hit your clit in an hurried attempt to align himself with you. 

“Shhh shh baby” he coos, gritting his teeth when he slips into your warm cunny.

Your thighs tremble as Gojo slams into you even and over again. His lips come into contact with what ever skin it can; leaving feather light ones on your neck and deep purple marks on your boobs and chest. 

Now your both sweaty, desperately clinging onto each other, trying to breath in the scent of his white hair, kiss, memorize every nook and cranny because god knows if Gojo doesn’t come back one day. 

You jolt with sensitivity every time the tip of his dick brushes against cervix: hitting the sweet spot inside you that made your stomach blossom with heat. Even though you’ve taken him so many times before, the stretch of his dick always makes it feel like your first. 

You can feel your self being hurtled closer and closer to an orgasm that you couldn’t put a stop too. Suddenly, in a great display of strength, Gojo manhandles you so your straddling him; the new position making his cock press against your sweet spot perfectly. 

Gojo breathing on your neck falters a bit when you press your chest and stomach flush against his.

“What are you doing, baby?”  He mumbles 

“Just....wanna be close...” you practically whisper as you start a slow grind of your hips; intending to truly savor in the pleasure. 

Your both a moaning mess, it was truly a show of primal affection; skin sticking and unsticking to each other as your bounced up and down his dick, lips attaching to each other in a wet mess and breathing ragged, fast and sometimes slow.

Suddenly, it hits you. Your stomach dips and muscles tighten. Its like bolts of electricity are being ignited through your body all at once in an frightful crescendo. Theres no time to even warn Gojo as your mouth falls open and tongue lolls out.

Oh fuck!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He groans something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he bucks up into your one last time, shooting his hot load into your warm cunt

You collapse into Gojo's chest, not caring for the white liquid pouring out of you. Simply pressing your ear against his skin and listening to his heart beat, one last reminder before you dozed off that he was here, alive, breathing. 

[skiiyoomin]

HII!! Idk if your taking requests rn but if you still do,can you please do Bakugou having a emo gf?? I honestly don't know if you still write mha stuffs, so ignore this if you don't!! 🙏🙏

ღBakugou having an emo gf

ʚCont: Swearing, fem! reader

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a/n hi!! idk if you wanted it to be texts or a oneshots or wtv so i went with headcanons!! and yess i still write for mha, my inbox is open if you get creative ;)) also, my conception of emo might but kinda stereotypical so i apologize in advance!!

Bakugou had an emo phase in middle school and you can NAWTTT change my mind. Now that he´s older and more mature, he´s become closeted about this phase of his. But trust, if he hears any type of emo music, he knows deep down in his soul that he´s jamming to that shit.

That is why, in terms of how aggressive he is with people, emos are at the bottom of the list, including you.

Of course, when you first walked into class he was still the abrasive person he is. Nevertheless, it was clear to anyone who had known him long enough, that he treated you with just a little more respect than he did with others.

You never understood it, but you never questioned it either. What little bit of peace there was with the blonde was to remain untouched and unshattered. That is until Mina whispered ideas into your head that Bakugou had a thing for you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that it was just Mina gossiping as always. But that didn´t mean you weren´t just the slightest bit more aware of Bakugous mannerisms towards you.

During his infatuated phase, though he would rather die than call it that, he had walked past your room only to stop abruptly when the muffled music reached his ears. The rythm of Panic! At The Disco was heard through your speakers, your melodic voice humming the lyrics. He´d be lying if he said he didn´t know the songs by heart. He did.

And despite his embarrassment of people having this knowledge, his gut told him you wouldn´t judge. Hence why he found himself knocking on your door.

"Bakugou? Do you need something?" You ask, not having expected the sudden visit.

Why did he come here again? His throat suddenly felt dry and his tongue heavy.

"I heard your music down the hallway, it´s too damn loud" Smooth Bakugou smooth.

"Oh. Is it? I´ll turn it down"

Just as you turn back around, he abruptly speaks.

"I like it" Well that sounded dumb "The group I mean. It used to be my favorite"

If you weren´t surprised before you sure are now. Yet you didn´t dislike it.

"Really?....Wanna come in to listen?"

The friendship stage was blurry to say the least. Neither of you knew whether you were treading a line between friends or lovers. But it felt right.

The respect he held for you from the beginning grew the more he learned about you. Between all the dumbasses and extras he was surrounded with, you seemed to be the one with the most refreshing mind. Your passions and views about the world amaze him to no end and he finds himself learning from you.

Of course, everyone else could see the palpable tension between you. It was clear as day yet neither of you made a move. It was infuriating and your dear classmates could only take so much before they intervened. Luckily, a small push was all that was needed for things to go smoothly.

They went with the classic plan. Making plans with friends only to end up ditching you and leaving you all alone with your now crush. Bakugou caught on quicker than you did. And while he wanted to strangle the idiots, he knew it was now or never, he had to stop chickening out.

"What are we?" He asks out of the blue while walking back to the dorms. He could feel your eyes on him, but he didn´t turn his head, too scared to look.

"What do you want us to be?" You counterask, your heart inevitably thumping in your chest.

"If I tell you will you still stay?" You can only muster a nod.

"I want us to stop dancing around our feelings. I want to take you out. On a real date"

With a grin, you lean close and place a kiss to his blossoming cheek. "I´ve been waiting for you to ask"

The relationship wasn´t all that different. Rather, it was more like an upgrade. He still does the things he does but now under the claim of being your boyfriend. And yes, he came out of the emo closet, though it was pretty transparent. Don´t tell him that though.

[adventuringblind]

Unrequited Understanding

Norlestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: Her father comes back into her life as a replacement race engineer. Now she can't escape him and his voice when she does the one thing she thought he couldn't touch.

Warnings: eating disorder, abuse, past child abuse, sef harm, suicide attempt

Notes: for @ashiekins, I hope you like it! I'M SORRY FOR THE ENDING I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF!

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January

The new year had never felt so sweet. Her victory with Max and Redbull had been a dream. Max taking another championship, had the entire team walking on cloud nine.

She spent new years with her boys. It's tradition at this point to messily kiss all together as the new year comes around.

They'd done so much for her. She's come so far in her journey.

"What are you thinking about, Love?" Neither her nor Lando could sleep. Most nights, they end up talking to get the heavy thoughts to lessen a bit. It's why they get one half of the bed to themselves.

"How nice it feels to know I'm still here and loved." She rests her head on Lando's chest, the steady rythme of his heart lulling her into a restful state.

"Life wouldn't be the same without you." He kisses the top of her head as her mind finally gives into sleep.

February

Her and Max sit together at the large conference table. The factory is preparing for the new season. Energy is running high, and she can feel it crackling in the atmosphere.

Christian talks about how excited he is for the new season. 2023 is going to be theirs to dominate. Adrian has been working tirelessly to give them a title worthy car.

"We have had to make some last-minute changes to the team, unfortunately." Christian makes eye contact with her, and the good feeling she had dissolves. "Your race engineer has fallen terminally ill and is being hospitalized. The good news is we've found a last-minute replacement."

The door opens, and she feels the air leave her lungs. Her body shakes in fear of the man who takes confident strides to his chair.

Christian introduces them, clearly not understanding that they know each other very well. The man is her father, after all.

She has her mother's last name. Intent on separating herself from him entirely. He'd been doing Indie car for years. She never thought he'd make the switch after how they left things.

Max shoots her a concerned look, but she shakes it off. None of the boys had ever seen what her father looks like. They don't know she changed her last name.

She has no intention of ruining a good season because of her petty emotions. So, she says nothing.

March

It's not as bad as she thought it would be. They don't interact much aside from talking about data and while she's in the car.

The underhanded comments make her thoughts reel. The constant questioning of her skill while she's driving makes her think she's crazy. Her father is too good at making it look like a joke. People laugh with him, not understanding he means what he says.

He talks over her, cuts her off, bosses her around like she's still a child. She shrinks in on herself every time he cones around.

Stay silent and listen. That's what got her through her childhood. Just don't make him angry.

He lashes out when he's angry.

Charles is there when a nightmare causes her to be sick. A memory of her childhood that haunts her still.

The Monegasque holds her hair up and rubs her back as she sobs. He makes her a warm drink and holds her, letting her wet tears soak into his shirt.

"Do you want to talk about it, mon chéri?" He whispers gently against her forehead.

She inhales, breath catching in her throat as she does. "My dad, he - well - he used to say I'd never be anything. I sometimes dream about the memory."

"Your father and Jos can fuck off." Charles cups her face with his hands. "You are amazing. Whatever he told you is a lie. You've proven yourself to the world. Your younger self can rest knowing she got you here, that you are safe and loved and enough."

April

It's getting worse by the day. She's not sure where her father got the idea that he could order her around like she's still five and karting. It's getting annoying and ridiculous.

He's taken to snatching any food out of her hand and tossing it away into the nearest bin. What a waste. He could've eaten it himself.

He keeps telling her the car is too heavy. The data doesn't show that, but whatever. Her food being taken from her like when she was young was not how she expected the season to go. She takes to not eating because it's easier than fighting with him.

Her physio keeps asking her about why her weight seems to be plummeting recently. Even trying to get it back on her with altered meal plans. The concerns get brought up later in a meeting with Christian. The severity of her condition being made apparent.

Max watches her sob over a salad. She can tell he wants to push, asked what is causing the relapse. Understand where her head is at.

He hands her a water bottle and waits until she drinks the entire thing. "It's okay to struggle, but please don't shut us out. You don't have to do this alone, alright?"

She doesn't respond, simply collapses into his patient arms.

May

Lando and Charles happened to be passing by at the worst time. The Redbull garage still buzzing with the excitement of Max's podium and her mediocre result compared.

They saw her race engineer laying into her about every mistake. No other staff around to hear the conversation. Her head hung in shame as he pointed out every flaw.

Charles interrupts with such ease. He says her PR officer was looking for her earlier. It gets her to excuse herself from the conversation, leaving the two boys with her engineer.

"Mind your own business next time," scoffs the older man. He leaves the younger two confused.

Charles takes in Lando's mildly anxious body movements. "Something isn't right, Charles. She had that same look from when we were rookies."

Charles hums in agreement. "We'll have to wait for her to come to us for now."

June

The underhanded comments are getting progressively worse. People have started noticing that something is off about her race engineer and his behavior towards her.

Meetings are difficult and the team is walking on eggshells. Max looks ready to explode and has been ripping her father to pieces after every comment. He gets in trouble, so she asks him to stop.

She doesn't mind. Her whole life has been taking this kind of behavior from him. Max knows better than anyone that it's best to respect that kind of ask.

"I'm here if things ever get to a point where you want it to stop. I will always be here for you."

July

Her wight combined with her self-harming habits are making it harder to drive. Somewhere in her head she knows she can't continue like this. The car no longer works with her.

Christian keeps pulling her into his office and asking her about where she's at. Warning her the if she continues down this road, she won't be able to drive. That he'll be forced to find a replacement.

She cries as the boys hold her. She tells them she's not sure if she can do it anymore, that she's not cut out for this sport. They comfort and reassure her that's a lie.

Her thoughts remain stuck on being a burden to them. She gets better just to fall once more into her old habits. They have careers and goals that would be easier to achieve without her around.

Maybe her father is right about her after all.

August

The summer break brings them a much-needed reprieve from the fast-paced world they live in. She gets to spend time away from the incessant voice of the man she hates. Her boys occupying her mind instead.

There is a finality about this that she can't explain. Like things can only get better from here on out. That something in her future is going to bring her the one thing she's looking for.

Swimming in the ocean and eating what they want. They laugh and joke like nothing has changed. It's the first time in months that she feels normal.

This is how things should be. The smile on her face is genuine and the boys can all tell.

September

The cuts line her skin in an unorganized fashion. Angry, red, and bleeding. Her race had been ended early due to a collision. She'd been collateral damage; it wasn't her fault.

The media didn't see it that way. Her father definitely had no mercy when he mercilessly explained how she will never be good enough as a driver.

Hidden away in her drivers' room now, watching the blood pour from her skin. The boys know, they've seen the fresh lines. They are trying to find a way to get her to stop, but these feeling are fighting back harder than ever before. She's not sure how to fight them anymore.

Disappearing seems like the best option. The only way she'll be able to escape the dark thoughts swirling in her head. The one place her father won't be able to touch her anymore will be in her death.

She moans as the blade digs deeper. The ecstasy that accompanies addiction is a feeling she will always crave. Sick satisfaction bubbles in her throat and pour out on her eyes as red stains the floor.

This wasn't her plan, but it's okay. The pain makes all her thoughts go away. Lessens the weight on her chest. Forces her mind to focus on something else.

Everything is spinning and then it goes dark.

Warm hands and comforting words. That's all she's ever wanted.

October

The boys can see how sick she is. Max won't let her be alone in the garage. Not after she almost died.

Her physio is with her when none of the boys are. They keep asking her questions that she won't give answers to.

It's not until an altercation with her father is finally caught. He's condemning her over the radio while she's driving. They'd had an argument earlier about how she should be taking turn three.

The public execution is miserable. Still, she puts her head down and drives.

The second-place trophy has never felt heavier. It drags her arms downwards as she heads to the garage with Max. He doesn't know about what happened yet and she hopes it stays that way. She screams as she puts it away in her room.

She avoids her father as much as possible on the way to the press conference. The glimpse she does get of him leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Christian looks angry as he presses a finger into her father's chest.

She's zoned out majority of the conference. Until A journalist with a soft voice is asking about her feelings towards her race engineer.

"It's just how things are sometimes. I wasn't listening to instructions, and he was frustrated. It happens." She shrugs it off like this is the most normal everyday occurrence. Which, in her defense, it kind of is.

Every media outlet seems to want to know more about it. Her emotions are struggling to remain contained. the inevitable sobs escape after a particularly worded question about whether his actions could be considered abuse or not.

She breaks, collapsing in the middle of the media pen. Her boys are there blocking the view of the cameras as her body fails to move.

They know now what has been happening. Her secret is out there for everyone to see.

November

Her father is fired from the team with immediate effect. Christian apologizes relentlessly for not knowing and not seeing it sooner.

The media is asked to refrain from asking about the incident and anything regarding her past race engineer. They respect it, probably wanting to avoid another meltdown in the middle of an interview.

Max, Lando and Charles are with her through every step of the way. They encourage her to talk to them and she does. It feels nice not having to hold in her family secrets.

They want to help her, and she wants to be helped.

Her race engineer for the end of the season ends up taking the job for next year. He's kind and keeps his voice calm. Her last few drives amaze everyone.

The top step of the podium has never felt so good. She didn't need to prove herself to anyone, but the confidence it brings her is hard to deny.

Closure feels even better.

December

Her therapist is proud of her for opening up to the boys more. They don't push her to spill everything, but they encourage her when she does.

The end of the year pulls them closer together. After everything that happened, she wasn't sure she was going to see 2024 come around. She's glad she does though.

She fought to the end. She made it to her peace. A place where her father can't touch.

Warm hands and gentle words for all of eternity.

January... Again

Three boys stand in front of a grave. Her favorite flowers in hand. The silence stretches between them. None of them know how to proceed.

The memory of finding her on the floor replays in Max's head. He should've known to find her right after the race. That cold September afternoon in Zandvoort. The day she bled out for one final time.

Charles and Lando assure Max it's not his fault. IT hadn't been her plan. There was no note, not even a warning sign aside from her mental health declining.

Her father, who they now know was the catalyst for her relapse, is in jail. Christian made sure to get him put away so the boys wouldn't have to worry about it.

The other drivers came to the funeral. The journalists respect their wishes not to speak on the matter. They need to heal before they can even think about trying to explain how all three of them had taken time off.

The FIA pushed the races back since Redbull needed to sort things out. The memorial on the track has been visited by everyone on the team.

They tried so hard. They wanted her to stay. They can only hope that she found what she needed in whatever lies beyond this life.

[monimccoythings]

Little Siren

This is an ask about Arlong x female human!singer reader. Don't ask me why but I always have a weak spot for the plain street musician rather than the big popstar. Ah, silly me. So, I pulled out this short drabble

tags: @karma-reader

When Arlong saw something he liked, he usually got it. When Arlong wanted something, he pitied the soul who dared to get between him and his object of desire. Nobody could stop him, not even a puny human. Because once he set his eyes on something, he would split apart the earth to get it.

And you were no different.

What made you so special? You were just another human. Dirty, pathetic, weak. A street rat who was barely getting by themselves. But there was something about you that he desired to posses.

Your voice.

Since you were very little, all you had ever wanted to do was to sing. To reach people's hearts with your music and unite nations through your songs until their hearts were only one beating to the rythm.

You wrote your own lyrics, you learned to play the guitar. This was your biggest dream.

Usually, people wanted fame, wanted the stardom and the money, completely ignoring the pure joy one felt in their chest when they expressed themselves through a song. As you always said, as long as there was someone listening to you, it would all have been worth it.

When you came to this new town, you weren't really expecting to hit it big. You usually performed on the street, only attracting the attention of a few passerbys; but those who stayed and listened through the entirety of it always left with a smile on their faces, and that was more than enough for you.

That's when Arlong met you. He found himself drawn to your voice, you were like a siren, enchanting him. That was the moment he knew he must have you no matter what.

He would kidnap you. As any fishman pirate with his reputation would have done.

Another treasure to add to his pile. Another trophy to satisfy his endless greed.

Except... it felt different this time. Somehow he wasn't able to go through it.

The fearsome Arlong The Saw, terror of the East Blue, afraid of a simple human? He knew he would become a laughingstock back in Fishman Island if word got out. Yet everytime he tried to approach you, your music was enough to stop him in his tracks. He would be lurking in the shadows, completely still, just watching you like a dumb bitch. And when he snapped out of it, you were already gone.

So he vowed to return, and never leave until you belonged to him.

Each day he came, each day he hid in the sadows, plotting his next move but freezing whenever he heard your voice and looked into your eyes. And each day that passed he found the growing feeling in his chest getting bigger and bigger. It was terrifying, not that he would ever admit it. How a simple human had him entrapped with their voice.

You were also marveled by the mysterious stranger that never seemed to miss any of your performances. A fishman male, if the gills and webbed hands were any indication. You didn't know what his business was, watching you from the shadows; what you knew for sure was that he was enraptured by your music. And that filled you with joy known like any other. Fishmen and humankind had been on the verge of war for way too long.

You have been meaning to talk to him for a while now, but it seemed that everytime you finished, he retreated back into the shadows and disappeared. For someone so large, it was certainly impressive that he had managed to hid himself so well.

One day, curiosity got the best of you, and decided to follow him through the very dark alleway (and it was the middle of the day!), getting lost in a maze of streets you were starting to lose hope when you were rudely lifted by the neck and slamed against the wall.

"Well, look who it is. My little siren."

For a couple of seconds you couldn't speak, you couldn't breath, you couldn't look anywhere else than that angular face, letally serrated long nose, and frankly, the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.

"You had wandered too far from your little stage, siren. You don't want the big bad shark to eat you, do you?" His smile, full of teeth sharp as knives, was cruel and lacked any warmth. You wondered if you would end up like the cat in that saying. 'you know what they say about curiosity...'

Yet that old saying didn't stop you from speaking.

"Did you... like it? You... you always come... to see me."Your voice was hoarse, his grip on you was unrelenting. It kinda worried you he was going to crush your way of making a living.

You could see a speck of pink tint his cheeks and his angular jaw tensed. He obviously thought of himself as a master of camouflage and discretion.

He pulled away from you, retreating as if you had the plague. You understood, given humans previous treatment towards fishmankind and were extremely grateful of being able to recover your breath.

"It was midly entertaining." Arlong wanted so badly to sound dismissive and uncaring, to prove that your little show was not that much of a big deal. Just something to pass time. He had seen better. But he was growing nervous, and he hated being nervous. Hated feeling out of control, hated letting a human have the upper hand.

He should have just crushed your windpipes right then and there.

But instead, he turned around. Muttering a quiet threat about following him again; vowing to himself to put some distance before he succumbed to the lesser race and perfectly knowing he would be there the next day as well to watch you sing.

Because when Arlong wanted something he usually got it.

[annymation]

I changed the song “I’m A Star” to fit with my rewrite of Wish

Soooo yeah… I don’t have any song writing background so please be nice 😅

But I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Think of it as “You Never Had A Friend Like Me” kind of song but sang by Star Boy from the concept art to Asha, explaining to her he’s there to help her out, but he can’t exactly make her wishes come true just with the snap of his fingers, because her wishes can only come true through her own actions

Hope you like it!

Lyrics in orange are said by Star ⭐️

Lyrics in purple are said by Asha 💜

The song has the same rythm as the original, but I recommend listening to the demo when comparing

I’m A Star (rewritten)

[Verse 1]

Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

Or blow dandelions in the wind? Asking them to better your chances

Why throw a coin down a well? Knowing well that's no spell?

Things passed down generationally, to you (yes, I hear)

And to some unbelievers those are simply fallacies

But have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

[Chorus]

Well, you don't have to look too hard

I'm here for all your question marks

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

Don't look far

In the sky, and your front yard

In your heart and in the scars

If you really wanna know just who you are

You're a star…

[Verse 2]

What! You just said YOU'RE a star! Uh-huh

Well, yeah, but you're up to par

Cause' while I do bring that sweet magic intervention

Only you can reach your own desti-nation!

See I'm more of that lil voice that suggests

Whenever you don't know how to handle all your quests

So even though I can't do the work for you

I can sure always help

You get it through!

[Verse 3]

A wish is a dream that comes from your heart

See, I’ve dropped in just to do my part

With my magic I'll make that dream go just as planned

But I'm sure that by now you already understand:

My wish coming true, depends on me?

EXACTLY! huh

[Chorus]

For you don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

Do you know you're a work of art?

Even in the deepest dark

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star!

[Verse 4]

Some say that's just too ordinary

Like us stars just ain't necessary

Cause’ I’m no genie legendary

Granting wishes one, two and three

Well friend, just between you and me

I think I'm more fun cause, you see

I'm here to guide and make you believe

YOU can write your origin story!

[Chorus]

You don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

No matter where you end or start

We're both each other's counterparts

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star (Wooh)

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh, I'm a star

Watch out world here you are (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

Me, I'm a star! (Wooh)

Oh, you're a star

Watch out world here you are! (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

You! You're a star

[Outro]

Ha-ha-ha, wooh

Yes, wooh

Ah-ha-ha, ho-ho

I had a lot of fun experimenting with this song! Please do send suggestions on how to improve it if you have any. Also I’m curious, if we had gotten Star Boy, who do you think should voice him?

[buggyjuggie]

the skater punk is so cool i just read it !!. can you do the mk1 earthrealmers with a reader who does rythm/jam skating on roller skates? and they're like punk/metalhead and suped extroverted?

──★ ˙ ̟ Mk1 Earthrealms x GN! Rhythm/jam skating reader

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* He’s absolutely mesmerised by your skills, watches you with a love stricken look.

* Is down to give it a shot and long as your the one teaching.

* I feel like he’d have those rgb skates with the flashy lights.

* It doesn’t matter if he likes your taste in music he will listen to it regardless, wants to show that you are important to him.

* If people start talking about you negatively he’ll just give them a beaming death stare ( like in the mk1 story mode when he looked at Raiden and Kung lao)

* He doesn’t judge people by they’re looks, personality ect. He judges them by they’re actions. So when you started dating people we’re surprised that Liu kang would date someone with a style so opposite to yours, but he’s the happiest he’s ever been because he sees you have a pure and good intentioned heart.

「 ✦ Shang Tsung ✦ 」

* *In mc80sentertainment Shang Tsungs voice* „Mmm Liu kang look at what my partner can do isn’t it fantastic ? Much more impressive than your little farmer.”

* Tries to act dismissive and like it isn’t fun for him but in reality he REALLY likes it .

* Its calming for him to just be in a ring with you and spin, move your legs and just unwind, being a evil sorcerer is tiring.

* I feel like he’d get really creative with how we wants his rollerblades to look would probably add all sorts of little spikes, chains, maybe even use some magic so that green mist would follow him.

* Speaking of magic he sometimes messes with you by casting a spell on you roller skates (its his love language)

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Johnny is 50/50 when it comes to skating in general but because he loves to perform he tries to learn and practice as much possible.

* His flexibility comes in handy for certain dance moves.

* Sometimes he rents out the whole place just so you could have the whole ring to yourself. He makes specific playlists consisting of songs both of you enjoy.

* Absolutely LOVES your style and brags to everyone how cool you look.

* Both of you were made for each other: extroverts who perform match made in heaven.

* As always yes he post’s pics of you on his socials and you do the same back.

* When he sees you permofrming he gets struck with ideas for movie/scenes.

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* If he ever sees someone judging you he’ll side eye them HARD.

* By the time both of you are done skating the ring will be full of cherry blossom leaves (they just sorta apear when Kung lao’s around)

* Helps you paint and customise your rollerblades as well as going shopping with you if they need repairing.

* Bring snacks for him even if he’s not roller blading he’s gonna be hungry and cranky and he never remembers to bring himself food.

* Shares the same taste in music so anything you put on he’ll like.

* Like Johnny both of you get along great thanks to your extroverted personalities.

「 ✦ Raiden ✦ 」

* He’s a natural at it he finds it really relaxing and fun to participate in your hobby.

* He sometimes invites his sister to join, it tightens your bond because he trusts you with important people in his life.

* Raiden is more introverted so if there’s a lot of people in the ring he’ll just sit on the benches and admire you.

* If you make him a playlist of your favourite songs even if he doesn’t like all of them he’ll still give it a shot.

* You mess with Raiden while skating by going behind him and taking out his hair tie (i wanna see him with long hair SUE ME)

*Uses his lighting powers to make little particles that just zab the ground, or makes mini fireworks to elevate your performances.

「 ✦ Kenshi Takahashi ✦ 」

* I feel like Kenshi would not be into roller blading not because he can’t but it’s just not his thing he prefers to just watch you.

* He enjoys the music you listen to but the side effect of that is when he can’t fall asleep he’ll blast it really loudly trough his headphones.

* He’s very supportive of the things you can do ,brings you water and snacks.

* At first Kenshi’s ancestors weren’t on board with him dating you until they saw how happy he was.

* You sometimes steal his red coat because its suits your style and you even customised it.

* He ended up buying a new one, if he ever catches you napping he’ll put his coat over you to make sure you don’t get cold.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Im so sorry this took so long to post but it’s here. I might start posting a bit slower because im already behind schedule (i was in another city for a concert) and winter break is ending so I’ll be busy but I’ll still try my best to put something out at least one or two request a week.

Thank you for reading :3

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a comfort sex with enemy!diluc

smut, soft sex, afab reader, a lot of kissing and affection. not proofread so there might be some errors 😪. inspired by this c.ai.

the last post got so many notes i was shocked 🤭🤭

"your boyfriend cheated on you?" diluc snapped. he had seen you two together for years now, so when you told him about it, something sparked inside him. it was as if an ignited match burned his heart. "y/n, look at me." he tried to calm you down several times, but you wouldn't listen to him as you kept sobbing, babbling on and on about your ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend. "y/n!" his voice echoed throughout the house. "you'll be okay, don't worry. i'll make him pay later worse than you could imagine, okay? so don't cry." he hated you since you always get on his nerves, but he hated it more seeing you cry over some random guy.

but you didn't stop. you were a sobbing mess. even when he hugged you, whispering sweet and comforting words, your eyes still filled with a puddle of tears. and to be honest, it made him annoyed. just how much this bastard meant to you. so he decided to use his last option. in the midst of your crying, you felt a pair of warm lips suddenly capture yours in a soft kiss. his kiss was long, and he didn't miss the look of shock on your face.

"are you calming down?" he asked, his voice low. nervously, you averted your gaze away as you fiddled with your fingers. you were slowly calming down, but you're still frowning, and tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you sniffled quietly. he clicked his tongue in annoyance before picking you up and placing you on his bed.

once again, he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, silencing your sobs and sniffles. unlike before, this time you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back, your mouth moving in a slow rythm. "shall i comfort you?" he whispered against your lips. you nodded silently as you hastily wiped away your tears.

diluc wasted no time pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, shushing you when you whined in embarrassment. "lay down." he commanded softly. as you tried to make yourself comfortable, he discarded the rest of your clothes before discarding his own.

diluc positioned himself between your legs as he stroked his cock before pushing it inside you, making you gasped and arched your back in pleasure. he began to thrust at a slow pace as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, "is this okay?" he inquiries gently. who would've thought diluc, your enemy for years was going to treat you gently? you expected him to be rough, to dig his nails into your skin, to knock the air out of you, but no. his touch was light and gentle like a feather.

you choke back a sob as you bobbed your head. you weren't making any sound at all, just a small whimper as a reply, and it worried him. diluc leaned down and brushed your remaining tears before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. he wrapped you in a warm hug, comforting you as his other hand gently stroked your cheek. "that bastard... should i kill him for you?" his voice darkening as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

his question caught you off guard, and you immediately shook your head. you refused to let anyone get injured because of you. "okay, if that's what you want." he swiftly pulled back and gave you a long and tender kiss. your hands quickly found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as you separated your lips, kissing him even deeper.

something inside you told you that this was wrong, and you shouldn't be doing this, especially after you had just broken up with your ex-boyfriend. but the way he caressed your skin, the way his cock slammed into your sweet spot, the way his lips pressed against yours, it all felt so good. you whimpered again, closing your eyes as you felt him thrusted a little more painful.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you." he murmured, gently stroking your hair as he pressed tender kisses along your neck. "just breathe deeply and slowly." as his pace started to increase, your breath became heavy, and you turned your head to the side, unconsciously giving him full access to your neck. he started to kiss your neck and collarbones, leaving tiny red marks by sucking and nibbling softly on your flesh, slowly making his way down your breasts.

just when your ex-boyfriend's too busy with his girlfriend, diluc's here to comfort you. to make you feel good, to give you the pleasure you couldn't receive, and he's here to make sure you feel safe and loved. you couldn't hold back your moan any longer when he swirled his tongue around one of your hardening nipples before bringing it inside his mouth, suckling on it. his free hand was kneading your muscles, squeezing and massaging your other breast as he kept his thrust steady.

as he continued nibbling on your sensitive bud, you felt the pressure slowly building in your stomach, and you knew you were close. your hands grabbed his hair, not so rough as you closed your eyes, ready for what to come, "i– i'm..." you trailed off your sentence as you gasped for air, head falling forward, making strands of your hair fell to the front.

"i know. just let it go." he said warmly, cradling you in his arms as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss. his gentle kisses soothed you and his movements increased ever so slightly. he gradually speeded up on the intensity of his movements until the pressure finally reached its peak, and you came all over his cock. your hands tightened on his hair as you cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

a small smirk spread across diluc's lips as he watched you climax. he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, his movements slowing down a little. he looked at your flushed face, cupping your cheek before asking, "you okay?" he was proud of you. proud of you for enjoying yourself and not holding back, proud of you for forgetting about your ex-boyfriend, and proud of you for being such a good girl for him.

"f- fine..." you managed to breathe out, feeling exhausted and embarrassed with a little sprint of sadness as you steadied your breathing. diluc removed the hair that fell on your face as he cupped your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours, all while watching you closely for any small signs of discomfort or unease. "now, stop crying. it's too troublesome."

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Old men aren’t always wise, Primo is well aware of that ; his own father being the most striking exemple of elder stupidity he can think of. Yet he, Primo Emeritus, humbly thinks he himself has been made wise by life. Raising three younger brothers since their idiot of a father wouldn’t...well, it definitely taught him things, and, most importantly, allowed him to form a strong bond with them.

He knows his brothers like the back of his hand ; severe, cold and bitter Secondo, who shies away from the very love he desperately craves ; flamboyant, charismatic Terzo, hidding a bottomless pit of self-hatred under pretty smiles, witty jokes and flirty comments ; sweet, kind-hearted Copia, who feels like an impostor as he battles with Sister Imperator’s clumsy, sometimes harsh and unfit motherly affection. They aren’t perfect, and neither is Primo or their relationship, but they tried, tried so hard, built trust, love and loyalty between all of them, and in the end, it’s all that matter.

Point is. Primo is wise, and he knows his brothers. Knows Terzo – no, not Terzo. Alessandro. So as he watches the scene unfolding in front of him, he knows instantly. It’s in the way his brother’s eyes linger on the rythm guitarist, not long enough for it to be obvious, but enough for Primo to notice. In the way Terzo is almost always subcounciously turning toward the quintessence ghoul as he talks and offers new ideas. In the way his face lights up when Omega praises said ideas, and add his owns. In the way the singer takes every occasions to brush against his ghoul, to adjust the position of his crooked grucifx, to pat his strong arms. How Terzo’s ears grow pink when they make eye contact for just a fraction too long.

Omega is, admitedly, harder to read, even though Primo worked with the ghoul for a time. He always liked him, sturdy, serious, as amazing a pack leader as a musician. He seems more relaxed with Terzo than he was with Primo, a tad more playful, which the older man doesn’t resent. And despite his difficulties to intrepret the quintessence ghoul’s attitude, there are signs that don’t lie. A way of angling himself so that Terzo is never out of his sight, leaning ever so slightly into Terzo’s fleeting touch, praising him with a special kind of warmth in his voice, the ocasional soft, fond chuckle at one of the singer’s joke, absent-mindedly brushing his tail against Terzo’s leg.

If all that wasn’t enough, the other ghouls’ frequent shared knowing glances would be great giveaways as well. So Primo smiles and keeps listening, keeps watching.

Once they reach the end of the practice session, Terzo saunters toward the armchair his older brother folded himself in, ever the showman, grinning.

« So, what do you think, old man ? »

Primo chuckles softly.

« I see you’ve been working hard. I must say, I’m impressed. You’ve grown, and your music with you. »

For just a moment, Primo gets a small, private smile ; Alessandro’s smile, as his little brother squeezes his bony hand in his gloved one.

« Thank you, » he whispers. Then his smile widens, turns into that cocky grin everyone knows, his voice rising again. « Had any favorite ? Ah, your growling vocals-loving hide must have liked Mummy Dust, right ? But you’re a sentimental one too. Maybe He is ? »

Primo shakes his head with a huff.

« Both are very nice, as is the rest of the album, but I have to confess, Deus In Absentia struck me the most. »

At that, Terzo’s face makes something complicated, and he looks over his shoulder, meeting Omega’s eyes from where the ghoul is packing his guitar. He stares back, tipping his head in acknowledgement. Terzo looks back at Primo with an expression just a tiniest bit more eager than he’d usually let it be.

« Really ? Omega helped me with the lyrics. I admit, it might be one of my favorites as well. »

As always, Terzo is quick to offer his arm to his older brother when Primo gets up, much less gracefully than in his youth.

« Well, it is truly a touching song, in my opinion. Both emotional and majestic. »

He leads the both of them to his rose garden in comfortable silence, and only speaks up once he’s sure they are truly alone.

« So, Omega, eh ? Somehow, I’m not even surprised. »

Terzo splutters, almost tripping over his own feet.

« Wh- what ? I don’t- »

A warm smile pulls at Primo’s lips, lightening his weathered face.

« Alessandro Terzo Emeritus, I have known you for your entire life. I know how being in love looks on you. »

For a few seconds, his little brother stares at him, before letting out a long sigh and running a hand through his hair, ears going pink again.

« He is- he’s special, Prim- Dante. He- I never felt that way before. Not that much. »

Primo huffs, gives Terzo’s arm a light squeeze.

« I am glad. I always thought he was a truly admirable ghoul. I trust he takes good care of you ? »

Terzo hums, hanging his head down, raven black locks brushing his features.

« It might sound stupid, but he makes me feel...special. Me, not Papa Emeritus the third. Like he can see right through every layers of bullshit I wrap myself in. »

Primo stops walking, turning around to face his little brother. His happy-looking, flustered little brother. Softly, gently, he presses his bony hand to Terzo’s chest, right above the heart.

« You deserve it. You deserve someone who sees you. I am so, so very happy for you. »

Terzo lights up.

« I’m thinking...I’d like him to know my name. My real name, I mean. I know he would use it wisely ; hell, he was long hesitant about calling me Terzo in public. »

Though it isn’t a question, he looks up through his lashes at Primo, in search of something. The older man pats his brother head with a raspy chuckle. Gives him the reassurance he needs ; the one their father could never give them ; the one Primo endavored to offer his brothers whenever he could.

« I’m sure he’ll be honored. A lovely ghoul indeed. » Primo takes a step back, considers, then decides that a bit of teasing cannot hurt. «  And he’s big too, isn’t he ? »

Terzo chokes on his inhale, instinctively covering his ears, either to hide the flush that can only be seen there because of the paint, or to fruitlessly try and block words he already heard.

« I- the hell ? »

With a snort, Primo smiles mischieviously.

« What ? He is, you barely reach what, his chest perhaps ? »

He waits for realization to dawn on Terzo before adding :

« But, you know. Huge down there too, I’m sure. »

His little brother splutters, before shaking his head incredulously.

« If you were Secondo, I would have kicked you, old man. »

Primo chuckles.

« I am sure that if Secondo had made such a comment, you two would be fighting like you used to as kids, rolling on the ground and all that. »

Terzo smirks.

« Well, I wouldn’t be able to pull his hair anymore. »

With a tut, Primo swats his younger brother on the back of his head.

« Low blow. But, in all seriousness. I am so very glad you are happy. »

« ...Thanks, Dante. »

[chadillacboseman]

Hiii :)))

I saw your Makarov posts and I am obsessed with how you write him! I was wondering if I could request a writing? Could you write a oneshot where the reader is completely unaware of just WHO Makarov is and thinks he's a regular guy (established relationship) but she somehow finds out what he does/ has done and he lowkey kinda panics bc how tf did she figured that out??? And is she gonna leave??? But he explains how much he's doing to make sure she never is exposed to his work and he becomes more desperate to make sure she stays? Idk i like him lowkey kinda OOC 😌

If not that's totally ok! Have a good day!!

HELLO GREAT IDEA I LOVE YOU.

ALSO- Jason Isbell has a song called "Live Oak" that I feel fits really well:

There's a man who walks beside me

He is who I used to be

And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me

And I wonder who she's pinin' for

On nights I'm not around

Could it be the man who did the things

I'm living down?

Makarov had worked very hard to keep his "work" away from you. He crafted believable stories, spun from whole cloth, to explain his extended absences and late nights spent away from home. When his men kept an eye on the house, he made them do it in secret, hoping, no- praying that you wouldn't notice the familiar cars that parked on the street every night.

As they say, though, even the best laid plans can go awry.

Makarov's phone rang in the middle of the night, the soft thrum of the vibration just enough to wake him, but not you. He scrambled from the bed, quickly swiping to answer the call while making his way into the hallway.

"What is it?" he asked, sleep still clinging to his voice as he paced in the small space.

An errant creak in the floorboards made him curse in Russian, glancing over his shoulder to make sure it hadn't awoken you.

In the bedroom, you stirred, reaching a hand over to his side of the bed and blinking awake when you found it empty.

"V?" you croaked out into the darkness.

No answer.

You could hear the soft sound of his voice coming from the hallway, words muffled by the distance between you. You rose to your feet quietly, trying to shake the tiredness from your mind.

Makarov had his back to you, his phone pressed against his ear; he was whispering, but you could hear the angry hiss in his voice.

"I told you to tie up the loose ends!" he paused to listen to the man's response and scoffed quietly, "Make sure he's dead before morning, or I'll put a bullet between your eyes myself."

Your heart hammered out an erratic rythm in your chest, so loud that you were sure he could hear it. Had you misheard him?

Makarov ended the call and immediately swiped his thumb across the numbers, dialing a contact you didn't recognize.

"Ivan just called me," he hissed into the phone when the person picked up, "After that stunt at the train station in London-"

His next words were lost to the ringing in your ears.

Train station? Your memory flashes to the news articles, the tv coverage- dozens dead, and hundreds more injured in a blast that NCA and Interpol were still investigating.

Before you could stop it, a small gasp fell from your mouth, impossibly loud in the quiet space. At the sound of it, Makarov's shoulders stiffened, his broad frame becoming rigid in the darkness.

He ended the call abruptly and tried to swallow his heart down out of his throat. His mind was on fire, racing with what to do- what to say-

When he finally turned to face you, his face was pale and his eyes were full of desperation.

The two of you stood in silence, neither willing to break it and confront what had just happened. You'd shared your life with him for the last four years- had laid in bed next to a killer. How many plots had he orchestrated? How many people had died at his behest?

Makarov finally broke the silence with a whisper of your name, "Please- let me explain."

You looked so afraid, wild-eyed like a doe that hears the errant crack of a twig in the forest. His heart was in his stomach now; he felt as if his entire world was about to fall down around him.

Part of you wanted to leave. To pack a bag and find a cheap hotel to put some distance between the two of you. But another part of you, a bigger part, wanted a fucking explanation.

But what could he possibly say?

Makarov closed the distance between the two of you, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You flinched at the movement, and he felt his heart break.

"I did everything I could to keep you safe," he murmured, his dark eyes never wavering from yours, "I didn't-" he paused for a moment, searching for the words, "I didn't want you to know who I am- what I am."

"You'll never have to find that out. I promise."

"And what are you?" You whispered. You felt as if your life had been upended entirely, pieces of your broken image of him scattered like a shattered piece of china.

"And what if the enemies you've made come for me?" You asked, defiantly, pulling your face from his grip.

A possibility he'd considered thousands of times. That you pulled away from his touch while you asked it pierced his chest like a knife.

How could he begin to explain the details his men kept on the house? The late nights he spent awake when a noise roused him from his sleep, ears strained in the darkness and a grip on his pistol?

"My men watch the house when I'm gone," Makarov searched your face for any sign of relief, "I will always keep you safe, Любимая."

There was so much more he wanted to say-

Don't leave me.

You're the closest thing to normal I have.

I love you.

"No one will ever lay a hand on you," he brought his hand to your face once more and you let him, closing your eyes as his thumb swept across your cheek gently, "Please, give me a chance."

You wondered, now, how many sleepless nights he had spent making sure you were safe. How many times he'd been away, nerves on edge with worry of your safety.

Could you still see him as the same "V"?

"Promise me something?" You stared up into his eyes, sparkling in the dark hallway.

"Anything," he breathed, bringing his face closer to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he spoke.

"I want things to stay like they were. I don't...I don't want to know about what you do."

You weren't even sure that was possible. But you had to try.

Makarov brought his lips to yours, his stubbled chin grating gently against your skin as he kissed you. For a moment, everything felt right again as he pulled you tight against him, the warmth of his body such a familiar comfort you could almost forget what you'd heard. When he broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily, his eyes flitting to yours once more.

"I promise."

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel falls for temptation with the babysitter, who happens to be his best friends twenty year old daughter.]

Smut, unprotected sex, age difference

“I know…it’s so much isn’t it?” He whispered close to your lips before slowly moving in a rythm.

“Thanks for babysitting last minute” Joel let you in before calling out to his brother Tommy to hurry for work.

“Its alright, I didn’t have any plans for the day” you assured him as you watched him put a few of his belongings in his backpack. You couldn’t help but notice the sight of his forearms flexing as he adjusted what he needed.

“Shit-“ Joel whispered to himself looking down at his t shirt noticing it was backwards.

“Tommy let’s go!” He turned around unexpectedly pulling his shirt over him as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sight of his broad back for just that short second making your heart skip a beat.

“Your father said he forgot to tell you he won’t be home tonight when you return” Joel called out from the bathroom. For just a moment forgetting he was after all, your fathers bestfriend.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t gonna go straight home anyways” you responded as you took off your jacket just as he stepped back out.

“Staying out late tonight?” You hadn’t noticed his eyes quickly wander down your backside before you turned back to him.

“Uh yeah,” you smiled as he gave you a quick nod and yelled once again for his brother.

“Tommy!” He grabbed his bag heading for the door.

“Sarah’s in her room, probably watching a movie. Make yourself comfortable, thanks again” he quickly walked out just as Tommy finally followed. You sighed to yourself after hearing them drive off, you had such a crush on Joel but you knew nothing more would ever come from it.

How could it? You were only twenty years old and Joel was a friend of your fathers.

Sarah and you spent most of your evening watching movies and ordered pizza. She was a sweet eight year old, it was clear her father did a good job raising her.

Soon it was her bedtime and you made sure she was set in bed. You had bought your clothes to change for your plans tonight and did some light make up in the bathroom, you knew Joel would be home soon.

Just as he said, nine on the dot he walked in just as you were finishing up putting on your lip gloss in the mirror.

You found Joel in the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge before he turned around and was taken back by the sight he had before him. You wore black jeans and an off the shoulder olive green top. Your high heel boots finishing off your look, Joel was speechless.

“Well you look nice y/n” Tommy walked by distracting Joel for just a second.

“Thanks” you placed your bag over your shoulder.

“Sarahs asleep, her homework is done and we watched a movie and had pizza,” you spoke as Joel looked at you but didn’t seem to be listening at all.

“Joel?” He cleared his throat taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah-thanks” his eyes again quickly wandering up and down as you looked at your phone.

“What’s it a date?” He leaned on the door way.

“Could you tell? I’m so nervous” you laughed not noticing how he clenched his jaw. Apart of him actually felt jealousy that he knew he shouldn’t have felt. Who the hell was he to feel any type of way. Being so nervous for your date you failed to notice the way your crushes eyes were glued to you.

“I better get going,” you walked towards the door as he followed.

“Thanks for tonight…have fun” he tightened his lip as he held the door open for you and watched you walk out.

The night quickly turned into a disaster. Your date Jacob was a joke, the whole night only trying to touch you not caring how uncomfortable it made you feel. Feeling tipsy off the 3 drinks you had you got in Jacobs car just wanting to be taken home. He drove silently until he pulled over and reached over beginning to kiss your neck. You quickly stopped him only pissing him off.

“Come on, what the hell was the point of me taking you out tonight if I ain’t getting any action?”

“What?” You looked up at him shocked.

“Is that what this is?”

“What did you think I actually liked you?” He began to laugh as your heart crushed into pieces.

“Get out of my car-“

“We’re in the middle of nowhere!”.

“Get out!” He yelled louder. Angrily you grabbed your purse, slamming the door as hard as you could watching him drive off.

It was late and it was getting chilly, you had no way to get home and you could still feel the effects of the alcohol. The thought of calling Joel crossed your mind, before you could stop yourself from doing it you grabbed your phone and began dialing.

Joel sat alone in his living room watching a movie when his phone began to ring. Confused by a sudden late call, he was even more thrown off when he saw your name.

“Hello?”

“Joel? I’m sorry-“ the sound of your voice making him sit up leaning forward.

“What’s the matter?”

“I know it’s late, I…umm…do you think you can please pick me up?” You were clearly upset, he had never heard you like this before.

“Of course, tell me where you are”

“Right before you get onto the expressway on Alley Pond road” you looked up at the sign.

“Yeah-yeah I’ll be there right in a bit” Joel quickly checked on his daughter and left his brother a note before leaving the house.

Joel eventually found you alone in a dark quiet street.

“What the hell?” He whispered to himself before getting out the car. The sight of him walking your way making tears instantly well up.

“Joel, I’m so sorry” he instantly began taking off his jacket to place it around you.

“What the hell you doing here alone?”

“My date went to shit-“ you shook your head looking down.

“He got upset I wouldn’t put out and he left me here. I’m such an idiot-“

“Hey” he stopped you right in your tracks.

“Any man who leaves a woman like this late out in the cold alone is a shit head in my book. He ain’t worth it, sweetheart. Come on” he took his arm out for you to grab onto and walk you to the car. You held on almost stumbling before he quickly caught you.

“How much you had to drink?”

“Just two or three shots. I’m sorry-“

“Stop saying sorry dammit” he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. The warmth making you sigh in comfort.

Joel sat for a moment looking over at you as you looked down in embarrassment.

“I know this isn’t appropriate but I didn’t know who else to call” you whispered.

“I’m glad you called me” he assured you making you look up. Joel turned the car back on and drove off as you looked outside.

“I thought he actually liked me” you laughed at yourself sarcastically.

“Silly me, guess I wasn’t pretty enough”

“Stop it, you’re beautiful” his unexpected words making you look over at him. He could feel your eyes on him as he looked at the road.

“That’s nice of you to say”

“I mean it” his eyes locking with yours.

“Don’t you let that asshole make you think you ain’t good enough. Any man would be lucky to have a chance with you” he looked away before you could respond, speeding off into the road. The rest of the ride was silent up until you got to the front of your house. He quickly got out, opening your door, taking your hand to help you out.

“My dads still not home” you raised your brows as you took his hand, your foot accidentally sliding making your body crash into his.

“You alright?” You could feel his large hands on your waist, your back against the passenger seat.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?” You suddenly asked looking up at him.

“You think I’m beautiful?” His expression changing, he knew this was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. You realized his eyes were on your lips, his hands still on your waist as you stood before him.

“Joel?” He unexpectedly leaned in and kissed you, taking you by surpsie. Your lips locking with his as his hands squeezed your hips, your body completely leaning back against the seat as his body pressed on yours before he pulled his lips away. The two of you panting still close together.

“I’m sorry-“ he whispered.

“Don’t be” you ran your hand through the back of his wavy hair pulling his face back to you, making him kiss you again. The kiss was intense, passionate until he once again pulled himself away.

“You better go” he cleared his throat unable to look you in the eye, he knew your father could pull up any minute and find you two like this.

“Yeah…I should” you whispered thinking the same exact thing. He stepped aside and watched you walk to your door before letting yourself inside.

Joel couldn’t believe what he had just let himself do, hell you couldn’t believe it. Never had Joel shown any signs that he was interested in you in this way…that you noticed.

Joel lay back in his bed that night not being able to stop thinking about how he kissed you. A but of guilt getting to him knowing you were Brian’s daughter. What the hell was he thinking?

That night Joel had a dream of you, the dream causing him to wake up with a massive hard on.

“Shit” he whispered knowing you would be showing up again that day to babysit. He couldn’t allow himself to be alone with you.

The next day you anxiously rang the bell waiting for it to be opened until you saw Joel.

“Hi” you spoke hesitantly, his body instantly tensing.

“Hi” he let you in quickly turning his back to you. You looked around to see if Tommy or Sarah were anywhere near by as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself juice.

“About..last night-“

“I shouldn’t have done that and it was wrong for me to step out of line like that. It won’t happen again” he couldn’t even look up at you as he spoke.

“Ok” you turned around making him comfortable enough to look up noticing you wore some kind of casual dress. Instant sexual thoughts rushing through his mind until you looked up.

“How’s Sarah?”

“Huh? Sarah-she’s fine” he looked over and saw her coming down the hall.

“There she is,homework all done, showered. Now you two just relax till I get home tonight”

“Wanna bake some cookies?” You asked Sarah with a smile. She agreed as the two of you began prepping the kitchen, Joel left with Tommy yet he still couldn’t stop thinking of you.

“Has Brian called you?” Tommy’s question throwing Joel off.

“Brian? For what?”

“Remember the job we were suppose to do with him tomorrow? To confirm it?”

“Oh, shit. No I haven’t heard from him. I’ll give him a call later.”

That night Joel returned alone as Sarah fell asleep on the couch beside you. He picked her up in his arms and gently lay her in bed before closing her door.

“Where’s Tommy?” You asked as you began to get your stuff.

“Out, I don’t know” he responded without looking your way. You could tell he was trying to avoid you.

“How was your day?” You asked as he bit his lip hoping you would leave, he couldn’t allow himself to give into this.

“Come on, Joel” you sighed as he walked down the hall.

“You’re gonna act like nothing happened?” You asked making him stop in his tracks and turn back to you.

“What the hell are you trying to do? If your father knew-“

“He doesn’t have to know anything” you quickly interjected.

“Look I’m not doing anything, I know nothing could happen I just-“

“You just what?” He spoke in a cold tone walking towards you as you began to back away, unaware you walked into the bathroom, before you could come back out he had already blocked the doorway. He closed the door behind him without taking his eyes off you. The room was dim only a light from a post outside the house entering through the window. The sexual tension between the two of you was strong, your heart racing with excitement.

“Joel?” Without saying a word he grabbed you once again kissing you intensely. His hands touching every part of your body until they stopped on your breasts squeezing them. His kisses slowing down as his hands slowly dropped to your waist pulling your pelvis against him making you feel how hard he was.

“See what you’re doing to me?” He whispered in between kisses. You didn’t know what to say until he slowly picked you up and sat you on the sink. His hands slowly pushing up under your dress as he stared into your eyes.

“What if-“

“Shh” he unbuckled his pants dropping them right before his knees as he grabbed your hand and made you grab his dick. You gasped feeling how thick he was. You knew you both were doing something that wasn’t right, but you couldn’t stop. He pulled you close to him, spreading your legs pressing the head of his dick against your pussy. He could feel you soaked through your underwear. Your hands on his shoulders only wanting to feel more of him you pulled him closer, your breathing rapid.

“You want me too huh?” He whispered just as he began to kiss you again reaching between you both. His kisses grew more intense again just as you felt him move your soaked underwear to the side. The tip of him pushing against your entrance, you pulled your lips away uncertain of how this would feel. You weren’t a virgin but he was bigger than what you were used to. He pressed against you harder as he slowly buried himself in you inch by inch. Just watching your expression he could tell you had never felt anything like this. Unexpectedly he thrusted hard making you whimper holding himself in place.

“I know…it’s so much isn’t it?” He whispered close to your lips before slowly moving in a rythm. Each stroke making you more wet for him allowing him to move faster. Your arm around his neck as you leaned your free hand on the sink, moaning softly against him. He began to pull the straps of your dress down, revealing your plump breasts as he quickened his pace. The pleasure he made you feel you hadn’t even come close to with another man, lost in a daze you moaned until you heard the front door being unlocked.

“Shh” Joel didn’t stop, burying his face in the crook of your neck when you heard someone turn the bathroom door knob. You gasped hearing Tommy’s voice on the other end.

“Joel hurry up, I gotta use the bathroom”

“I’m busy in here” Joel continued as he but his bottom lip looking down at himself slide in and out of you.

“What are you taking a shit in the dark?”

“Tommy I’m fucking busy” he panted.

“Well hurry up, Brians coming over so we could go over the job for tomorrow” you gasped in a panic. Your father was coming over?

“Joel” you whispered when you began to feel a sensation that quickly distracted you begin to build up inside you, one you weren’t familiar with and he could see it in your eyes. Tommy mumbled something walking away from the door as Joel moved faster grabbing your face, he felt you tighten up around him.

“Let it go, baby, let it happen” he whispered as he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back before a moan louder than you expected escaped your lips. Joel quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he felt you cum all over him.

“That’s it…..there you go…” he whispered feeling your body go limp in his arms. He thrusted a few times more before he quickly pulled out finishing on your thigh struggling to be as quiet as he could.

“Fuck” he grunted low, both panting out of control as he wiped sweat off his face.

“Joel, you alright?!” Tommy was at the door again as you slouched back against the mirror.

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine-“

“I’m going out for a smoke, I’ll wait for Brian out front” and with that you both heard the door close.

Quickly cleaning yourself up Joel didn’t say a word as he washed his face and pulled his pants up. You fixed your dress the best you could looking over at him before looking at the mirror.

“My father is on his way” you spoke with concern before he stopped and looked at you.

“Look…just act like you were in the room reading Sarah a book. Try to act normal” he whispered before opening the door and the two of you walked out.

Just as you walked into the kitchen in walked Tommy and your father.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you were still here” Tommy chuckled as you smiled nervously.

“Hey dad, hey Tommy, I was just reading Sarah a book” you explained as Tommy looked over at Joel who was grabbing something from the fridge. Tommy instantly noticing something was off, he knew his brother all too well.

But it couldn’t be what he thought.

He looked back at fourth at you and Joel with furrowed brows before Brian distracted all of you.

“Y/n if you want you can wait for me to drive you home, I’ll be done soon” your dad offered.

“No it’s ok dad, I’ll see you at the house. I better get going” you grabbed your purse heading for the door.

“Thank you” Joel called out to you making you stop in your tracks.

“Y-yeah…no problem” you smiled before opening the door and letting yourself out.

Tommy caught the way his brother was looking at you, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew the look his brother had after getting lucky with a woman. Once again Brian distracting him and Joel getting back into the topic of work.

You walked out into the fresh air in shock with what just happened. It felt like something out of a movie.

Now what?

So many thoughts ran through your head, but one thing was for sure, it couldn’t happen again. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

[xixovart]

argo2nauts music headcannons because this is too much

the misinformation some of you guys have spread regarding their music taste is insane/hj

(p.s: this is my take on this, if you disagree it’s alright!! it’s just fun and games :D)

(ps2: if any artist/band i mention is problematic please lmk!!)

percy - perseus jackson is a pretty intimidating skater kid with a resting bitch face who is covered head to toe in scars and has his ears pierced. where did the ‘high school musical/disney sitcom’ percy allegations come from. he likes led zeppelin (he canonically has a t shirt in toa if i can remember!!), childish gambino, d4vd, late night drive home, deftones, arctic monkeys, and chase atlantic.

fav song -

annabeth: this is a bit harder.. i think her music taste is either extremely varied or only listens to one album on repeat until her ears bleed. for my sanity i’m going with the former. i think she’d cry over boygenius and mitski (for obvious reasons) and i think she’d like sombr and famous 70/80s guys like queen, david bowie, ac/dc, the smiths ofc. and such. also mac demarco and phoebe bridgers!!!!”!?

fav song -

grover underwood - ADRIANNE LENKER!!!!!: THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT IT. all of her songs suit him in one way or another. he needs to be seen more i love him to death. underrated man fr. also late night drive home, beach house, dream ivory, the smiths, queen, cas, WAVE TO EARTH!!!!!

fav song -

i know what youre thinking. “mali, will you ever shut up about this song?” answer is no. i will not.

piper mclean - CHAPPELL ROAN CHAPPELL ROAN IS HERRSSSS??? CASUAL? GOOD LUCK BABE???? HERS!!!! honorable mention: girl in red because don’t forget your roots. also madds buckley MAYBE? idk. also probably cas 🤷‍♀️

fav song -

nico - oh my beloved. he’d definitely listen to italian music when he misses bianca/maria but idk any italian artists so… for now we’re going with english music. and also very specific turkish song: m. by anil emre daldal because will. i’m thinking mitski, roar, mac demarco, OBVIOUSLY SUFJAN STEVENS??? cults, alex g, grimes, also very specifically: cupid by jack stauber? MAYBE conan gray… idk. and also definitely nirvana and guns n roses

fav song -

i heard this song while thinking of him and my heart SHATTERED guys do not make the same mistake i did.

hazel - i?? don’t know? really uhh… probably gracie abrams or adrianne lenker? phoebe bridgers, beach house?? soft rythm/music, deep/depressing lyrics. maybe tnbh but DEFINITELY current joys and adrianne lenker

(yes i made these first songs a rainbow on purpose (not rlly..) shut up i thought it’d be funny)

also this is her favorite song because it reminds her of nico and maybe marie, specifically the first lines!! (marceline [nico], is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?)

frank zhang - MAC DEMARCO!! BEACH HOUSE!! TV GIRL!! CONAN GRAY!! MONTAN FISH!! GANG OF YOUTHS!! also his grandmother liked to listen to songs in mandarin and he likes remembering her so he constantly listens to 茉莉花 (Mòlìhuā) and uhh if you have any other old mandarin songs lmk :D!! and honorable mention: it almost worked by tv girl

fav song -

because it was his mother’s favorite song

jason grace - this is difficult.. like very. i don’t think he’d listen to music very much and it’s getting hard to not keep repeating artists. rmcm maybe? laufey, probably.. he listens to pretty much everything his friends to. he’s very flexible when it comes to music :)

fav song -

will solace - controversial maybe but i don’t think he’d like taylor swift very much.. no problem with her but i’d just like to see more variety in will’s music taste hcs. i think he’d love mac demarco (he’s been mentioned lke 8 times by now but he really is will’s favorite artist), tv girl, beach weather, the smiths, chappell roan, current joys, vacations, lemon demon, sufjan stevens, boygenius. conan gray, specifically summer child because it was written for him (i would know conan told me), and obviously the entirety of the mamma mia soundtrack. because it’s will.

fav song -

from the same album as nico because symbolism and that entire song is for them and tyem only (and also achicleos)

leo valdez - MY BELOVED!! very specifically the spanish part in stress relief (si puedes venir conmigo, amor, yo te enseño todo lo que hay. pq me tratas asi?? como no soy nadie ITS VALGRACE GUYS!!) uhh also chappell roan.. and your best american girl by mitski. and the smiths and queen and pavement. and lemon demon, the strokes, the cure.. maybe nirvana? and the front bottoms

fav song -

ok thats it im lagging so hard bye

[riddles-fiddles]

Hey, its me again! I just had another idea for a fic!! Leona and/or Silver with a s/o Yuu who likes to take naps with them and cuddle. They also don't mind where those naps take place, Leona wants to sleep in the botanical garden? He needs to make space for his herbivore. Silver accidentally falls asleep while they're studying? Looks like a sleepover to Yuu!

My gods, I love those kind of fluffy scenarios so much T_T also thank you for requesting for my baby Silver! I was aching to be able to write for him some time!!! <3

Synopsis: just cuddling and falling asleep in each other's arms Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Silver Tags: SFW, fluff, cozy lovey scenario Notes: implied narcolepsy by Silver's part, sorry if this feels too short </3

"Don't you have some classes to attend, herbivore?" Leona scoffs with contained annoyance as you motion to sit down beside him, leaning against the tree he was unsuspiciously sleeping against just some seconds ago - you should know by now that he is far from happy every time someone comes to wake him up. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to know it's you; he knows your scent and the way your shoes clap on the floor with a certain rythm, so he's not as tense and irritated as expected when being disturbed by someone else.

His ears twitch with curiosity when your response to his harsh remark is to simply chuckle with an amused tone, your low tone welcoming his attention in a way only you could capture. "Actually, I just thought it would be nice to nap a bit. My class is taking flight, so it's not like I'll miss much on the lessons."

Leona merely hums with lazy understanding at your reasons, crossing his arms above his chest as he shifted slightly, trying to make himself comfortable again, and when you lay your head on his shoulder, he goes stiff for a moment, careful to stay as still as possible as you snuggle closer to his body, skin shivering by the welcoming feeling of your warm hands wrapping around his waist in a loose hug.

A low sigh of contentment falls from his lips as he finally adjusts, tilting his head to carefully rest over the top of yours in a silent, humble act of affection and protectiveness. Leona takes in the sweet, relaxing scent of your hair, the enveloping heat that your body radiates a beacon of reassurance and bliss for him. Leona reveled on the way you effortlessly worked his heart to beat faster for your innocent antics, and at the same time relax at your comforting embrace, your rythmic breath lulling him to sleep.

Next time he's out searching for good spots to nap, Leona hopes that you'll be ditching classes again, and this time he'll be sure to bring a blanket too, just in case.

It doesn't matter where Silver is sleeping, as long as he can feel you within his reach, anywhere is good enough. Most of times he fell asleep without even noticing it, he would feel embarrassed, knowing it was mostly in public places and it meant exposing his vulnerability to others.

But then you came along on his life, and somehow you're always by his side on those moments of what feels like black-outs for him, always looking and caring for his unconscious self. Though Silver recognizes how much his condition can be difficult to deal with, he's glad that it's still something you two can bond upon; he's the most happy when you seek him to cuddle lazily until you two slip off to a comfortable slumber.

When you invite Silver over Ramshackle Dorm to study together for your exams, you're already aware of his sudden sleepiness, so you set everything you think might be useful; food, plenty of water, a stimulating playlist to listen to while you scribble down important notes. You even wrote down a quiz regarding the most important tests to help memorize.

Silver sits in front of the small table on the lounge, brows furrowed and auroral eyes intensely scrapping every sentence on the alchemy book with resolute determination. You can't help but sometimes glance over your notebook to appreciate his focused expression, or check on him to make sure he was still awaken, pulling small talk to break the silence and keep Silver from dozing off.

But you're half an hour through the first test, and when you lift your eyes off the book to ask him something, you notice Silver's face slumped over his notes, a peaceful glow over the fair features. With a knowing sigh, you wrap a blanket over his shoulders before setting by his side, carefully snuggling under his arms - and even asleep, Silver seems to notice the press of your body, welcoming you to indulge on his embrace by wrapping an arm around you, instinctively coming closer to you. A delighted smile tugs at the corner of his lips, your touch and the warmth of your body a soothing reassurance for his sleepy consciousness.

[fel-09]

When I get you out of my mind

Chapte 1

Warning: Yandere, ambiguous protagonist

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader

Special note: if there are any mistakes, sorry, English is not my native language

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Spring 1745 , France

there was a heavy smell of flowers in the air, which had already bloomed, and their petals fluttered in the wind like snow, the atmosphere was ramontic, sickly sweet, this time of year was the best time if you had to admit to your other half about the feelings, the big bell on top of the church rang non-stop, your heart was pounding painfully with it in rythm swallowing a lump in grief, and clenching your gloved hands while looking at the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, it was not only difficult to breathe because of the unbearable smell of flowers, which you could even taste if you closed your mouth, but also the sight of your lover who cordially handed flowers to another woman, It hurts and is not pleasant so much that you wanted to rot on the ground with these flower petals , taking your last breath away , But to spite you, this world unfolded a monstrous picture before you , closing your mouth so as not to make an unnecessary sound.

You and Carlisle met at one of the balls of the aristocracy , the man kindly extended a helping hand to you when you are in you desperately needed it , namely when your father died , at that moment you were so overwhelmed with grief that you could no longer get up and leave his coffin , but he helped you by grabbing your arms and calmed you down , forcing you to find a new meaning in life in the form of him, the way he touched you so tenderly and carefully remained in your creation, entrenched, you wanted to be in his arms again, desperately in need, he became your breath, Every time you came to the ball first, what you did was looking for him with your eyes, and when you noticed you went straight to him, hoping to dance with him to feel his touch on your body once more, but as much as you would like to dance with Carlisle forever, you had to move away after the first dance.

Little by little, you began to get closer because of your brother, who decided to finance the doctor, Carlisle often came to your House, for dinner or just on business , attempts to talk at these moments were successful , you were drawn to listen to his voice the way he gesticulated, your eyes caught his every wave of his hand , and God, oh not your thoughts at that moment were not the purest, you wanted to punish yourself for this, which is why regular church attendance began to become a habit

when you stood and saw Carlisle give the flowers to Esme, in this place you prayed that the Lord would forgive you, probably this is your punishment for unholy thoughts in front of the Lord God himself.After Carlisle got closer to you, he confessed...that to love someone, it gave you hope and there was also a feeling of fear, because maybe it wasn't you but someone else, the doubts were true, it turned out to be a girl from family of merchants who bought the title with money, One day she was invited to one of the parties, where he meet her and Esme fell into his soul, it hurt the most to hear these words from the first mouth (Carlisle), Now, when he gave these flowers to Esme, which she refused with the words that she already has a future husband, it still hurt you... After all, Carlisle was the kind of man who could be said to be Monogamous..And even though you were friends, it wasn't enough for you...

Your legs were shaking at that moment, and your heart was squeezed in despair, the disgusting smell of flowers was carried into your skin , and those blue flowers that were abandoned became your non-genuine flowers , locked up after this in house, you did not go out, you did not eat anything, it was always more difficult to get out of bed After this day , there were many rumors in your circles about you , and the reasons for your fatherhood, your brother who took care of you tried to feed you at least porridge was in despair, Carlisle, in turn, tried to talk to you, but every time he was rejected by your brother, your brother was afraid that if you found out that he came, he would bring you even more pain.

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There won't be a second part because I didn't really like the fanfic.

[yuyu1024]

Breaktime

Pairings: Wooyoung × y/n

Genre/tags: fuck buddies

Warning: 🔞cursing, sensual touching, making out, Pet name, semi public [lmk if i miss anything]

Words:

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

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

Note: repost. Likes and reblog are much appreciated 🫶🏻 this helps me a lot since i am reposting all my stories again 😊

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It's friday. Last day of the week to work. Finally you can rest after this day ends.

It has been so hectic for you this couple of weeks because of the project your company has assigned your department. But now that everything is done and just waiting to be passed through the board members then it goes to the people that will execute, you are free starting 5pm this afternoon.

"Someone looks tired..." a familiar voice speaks as he enters the file room where you at. "Aren't you going to take a break?"  His hands slides around your waist as he kisses the exposed skin of your nape. "You've put your hair up again... I like it..." he breathes into your skin.

"Wooyoung..." you whisper, "what are you doing here?"

"It's break time... its my time of the day..." he forwards his hips onto your back. The friction of his bulge to your behind is making you squirm inside.

"Can't it wait until the end of our shift? I'm a little..." you pause and suddenly moaned when his hands reaches inside your blouse, pushing your bra up so he can squeeze your boobs. "Busy.. " you breathe, shaking. He's playing your tip whilst his lips is lightly kissing your neck

"Are you?" He is still dry humping you from the back

"I am... I need to get this..." your mouth opens, throwing your head back. "Done..."

"I'll make it quick..." he whirls you around. "You know I can..." he smirks.

Your heart drops then when you heard someone enter the file room. You are hidden behind the huge shelf filled with boxes and files but still you're head is visible.

You turn around fixing your blouse and to peek who entered, "hello?" You ask as Wooyoung goes down to his knees. Not just to hide but to continue to itch his horny ass.

"Ah! Y/n you are here." It's Hongjoong. "Why aren't you out with the others? They are going to eat out somewhere."

"I had to dip. I need to finish something first before I could breathe again.. " you say, trying to smile

"I see... don't work too much. We are not rushing anymore as..."

You swear you are listening to Hongjoong explaining and giving you encouragement from the doorway where he's standing. BUT Wooyoung is making you crazy right now. He pulled your panties down so quick and begin to torture/pleasure you by f!ngering you. He likes to play you like this. He gets more excited when there are risk during our breaktime sessions.

One digit enters you and made you gasp. Luckily Hongjoong didn't noticed it. But then when Wooyoung decided to put another one. Now you lightly lost your balance. The way he moves his fingers in you is so fucking good! You could feel him moving and caressing your insides. Hitting the spot and making you more wet.

"T-thanks for that..." You say to Hongjoong. "I'll just finish this one and go for lunch then..."

"Okay..." he smiles and then his eyes looks at your expression. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine... just a little... off...you know.. girls have pain... when we have our periods..." you breathe every word out.

You are very careful with your breathing as Wooyoung thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

"Ah, yeah. I know that. My little sister says that too." He smiles and starts to walk back out. "Finish that quick okay? I will talk to you again later to know if you've eaten well."

"Okay!"

Finally! You two are alone again.

"Ah! Fuck!" You grasp onto the shelf for support as Wooyoung picks up the rythm.

"You're so sexy, darling." Wooyoung left kisses in between your thights before he let's you breathe again.

He stands up, leaving your skirt still up and whirls you back to face him. "That fucker likes you..." he groans before he crashes his lips to you. Forcing his tongue in and making sure you melt into his arms. "Little does he know... his crush... is having the best time... of her life with me..." he says in between kisses

"Shut up!" You hit him on the chest, rolling your eyes

"Why? Aren't you having fun?" He's wearing a smug on his face as he cages you with his whole body

"Are you just going to talk shit or are we going to fuck?" You put your arms around his neck "coz if you don't fuck me now... I'll call Hongjoong and ask him to play with me instead."

He snorts. "You are one naughty b!tch you know that."

"C'mon Wooyoung... time is ticking..." you tease him, kissing the corner of his lips, his nose and then his cheek.

He breaks an evil smile across his lips. "Turn around and bend over!"

You do as he says, thrilled.

"Make sure to hold on coz I will fuck you and make sure he hears it from outside."

[venomous-ragno]

PLEASE write dominant könig x sweet (but not soft bc they’ve been through shit) reader who takes care of him to the max whenever they can and maybe make it nsfw bc i keep imagining that but if you dont wanna then sfw is fine too i just can’t stop thinking about it 😭😭 THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY

Tags: König x gn!reader, fluff, smut

Warnings: Make up sex, Königs cums in you, slight mentions of oral

Masterlist

"I can bite you from here too."

It's not weakness, but trust, when König turns his back to you. Arms rested on his thighs as he leant forward, let his head lull and eyes close, nearly drifting off at the silence and your gentle touches. Desinfectant seeped into his wound but there was no reaction; too stubborn to groan or flinch at the sting, too used to it to even bother. König knew that heat in his neck whenever he was due for a scolding of yours. No matter how far away you were, that gaze pierced him like no other, made him shift ever so uncomfortably - and he knew he deserved it, listened but not quite as he repeated the same patterns, returned with the same mud and blood clinging to him.

He's become spoiled. Your care, your love, has made him so. König whined when hands reach out to pull you into his lap, but you huffed and shook your head. He'll heal much faster with you close to him, he claimed. You didn't buy it. You never did. He keept on pouting, calling for you in a tone so sweet, so desperate to have you close that it tested your resolve. He knew. His arms rested on your hip, cheek softly pressed to your abdomen as he 'mhm's at your barrage of words. Frustration, worry, love, it all spilled from your lips; Did he not realise how your heart dropped every time he returned even more broken and battered than before? How your heart froze whenever news of his injuried reached you?

"Don't be mad, my love." He purred to your abdomen, tilting his head to meet your gaze. The mischievous gleam in his eyes didn't go past you. "I'll make it up to you, that you missed me."

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Teeth sink into your neck right as he thrusts into you. Wet squelches and slapping skin fills the tiny room, a stagnant smell of sweat and sex filling the air. You whine as König sucks on your skin. Decorated in reds and blues, his mouth never rests, licking, biting, sucking every inch of you he can get to.

"'M sorry", he mumbles. Hands hold your hips flush against his, sure to leave fingerprints for days after. "Wollte nicht..."

His breath ran hot against your collarbone. Apologies spilled from his lips like prayers, broken and repeated until they're naught but breathless groans. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, chest heaving and back arching at his unforgiving rythm, tearing into your core like a man starved; he shivered when your nails dragged along his back, over muscles and scars and marks you'd left on him. He rasped your name. Begged for you to take mercy on him for he's powerless when you looked at him so, unaware of what you did to him, how his restraint burst at the seams with every thrust. You pulled him down for a kiss. König moaned into your mouth and you bit his lip as a thumb circled your most sensitive spot; he licked his bloody lip and his hips stuttered.

He'd always been weak to you marking him.

"Please", eyes locked on yours, you knew that desperation in his voice. His rythm grew sloppier with each thrust bringing him close to coming undone. "Bitte... Ich kann nicht mehr... Please, my love-"

The rush of power ran through you like shivers; KorTac's star soldier begged you with teary eyes, clenched sheets until his knuckles coloured white just to not give in before you told him he could. You would've loved to let him squirm a bit more, but as he bottomed out with a shaky breath you knew you couldn't last any longer.

"You still mad at me?"

König nuzzled into your nape, feathering soft kisses along your freshly bruised skin. Truthfully, you weren't - but he'd still left you worried and confused.

"Just because it was good doesn't mean I forgive you."

The bed shifted as he slowly rose. For a second you thought you'd gone overboard on the teasing, but as his stubble tickled across your skin, ever lower, you realised it may be him teasing you instead.

"Oh, don't worry. I can be quite convincing."