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glittervame · 8 months ago

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That did Nott go to plan

"Is it that, or is it because you're in love with me?"

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I may have gotten a bit carried away...I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya <3

Theodore Nott x FEM! Reader 18+ Basically just smut, Unprotected P in V (Wrap it before you tap it) Subby-Theo, Simi public sex, degradation, overstimulation I think, Handys Theo, fluff at the end

There were five times where Tutoring Theodor Nott did not go to plan.

Session number 1.

Theo's dorm room was a mess of beer bottles, discarded clothing, and the faint scent of marijuana. Y/n didn't belong here, but somehow she found herself on Theo's bed, his head buried between her legs, his tongue lapping at her wetness with a fervor that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her fingers tangled in his unkempt hair as she arched her back, letting out a moan that was quickly swallowed by the chaos of the room. It was a reckless, animalistic act, one that she never would have thought herself capable of doing. But then again, she'd never been this close to Theo before.

His hands gripped her hips, urging her closer, as his tongue danced against her clit, driving her wild. She felt a shudder run through her body, and with a cry that was more primal than anything else, she came, her inner walls clenching tightly around Theo's tongue.

He looked up at her, his green eyes blazing with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough from exertion. "You taste so good." His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt, and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She arched into the touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Y/n was still trying to catch her breath when Theo sat up, pulling her with him. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. She could taste herself on him, and the thought only served to ignite a new wave of desire within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her hips against his hardness, wanting him inside her.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered, his hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She helped him, shaking with anticipation as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders and revealed her bra. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, tracing a line down her sternum and toward her nipple.

When he finally freed her breast from its confines, he took it into his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive bud. Y/n cried out, arching her back as pleasure coursed through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on, needing more. More of this unexpected, intoxicating connection with Theo. She knew it was wrong, that they should be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. The feeling of being wanted, of being desired, was too overwhelming to resist.

As if sensing her need, he slipped a hand down between them, parting her folds with his fingers and searching for her entrance. She was already so wet, so ready for him. And when he finally found her, he thrust his fingers inside her, filling her up in a way that both hurt and felt so, so good. She cried out, her body tensing as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

Theo groaned, his hips bucking against her. "God, you feel so good," he muttered, his voice strained with desire. He withdrew his fingers, only to position his erection at her entrance, pushing slowly but steadily inside her. She bit her lip, feeling the stretch of him filling her up. He was so much bigger than she'd expected, and it hurt a little, but it was a good hurt. A hurt that made her feel wanted, desired.

As he continued to thrust into her, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, meeting his movements with her own. Theo's eyes were locked on hers, his expression a mixture of lust and hunger that took her breath away. His skin was flushed, his muscles tense as he powered into her, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.

She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt herself beginning to lose control. Theo's thrusts grew faster, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension building inside her, feel the familiar tightening in her stomach as her orgasm drew near.

With a groan that was more animal than human, Theo let go, his body tensing as he came inside her. His thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control. Y/n felt the familiar wave of pleasure wash over her, starting deep in her core and radiating outward in a series of shudders and tremors that left her spent and satiated.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she held onto him as they both rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms. When the last tremor finally subsided, Theo collapsed onto her, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. His breath came more easily now, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to look down at her, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Well," he said, his voice still hoarse from exertion, "that was unexpected." He ran a hand through his messy hair, and gave a wicked grin.

A few weeks have passed and Theo had found himself less interested in all the other girls at hogwarsts and more into you. He couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked when he touched you, the way you tasted on his tongue. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. He had to have you again.

One day, as he was walking to class, he caught a glimpse of you across the great hall. Your hair was pulled back into a messy bun, your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, and a soft blush tinting your cheeks. Something about the way you moved, the way you held yourself, made his heart race. He'd sorta made a hobbie of watching you, not being able to man up and talk to you himself. You were the only thing he could think about, and it was driving him crazy.

He'd tried to talk to you a few times, but every time he got close, his nerves would get the better of him and he'd freeze up. He wanted to be able to tell you how he felt, how much he cared about you, but he just couldn't find the words. It felt like the world was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe, let alone string a coherent sentence together.

So instead, he resigned himself to watching you from afar, enjoying the small moments when you'd glance in his direction or smile at something one of your friends said. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep him going. And when you walked past him in the hallway, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you, he knew he had to do something. He had to make a move.

He'd been thinking about it for days, trying to come up with the perfect plan, and finally, he decided on something bold. He'd invited you to the Yule Ball, hoping that maybe this would be the opportunity he needed to finally tell you how he felt. As the evening wore on and the music played, he found himself growing more and more nervous. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, and his palms were sweaty as he waited for the perfect moment to approach you.

When he finally worked up the courage, he made his way over to where you were standing near the edge of the dance floor, sipping punch from a plastic cup. Your dress was stunning, a deep red that brought out the warmth in your skin, and your hair was pulled up in a elegant updo that showed off your neck. He couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked, and for a moment, all his nerves melted away.

Taking a deep breath, he walked up beside you and offered you a smile. "Hey, Theo," you said, looking up at him with those big, green eyes. He could feel his heart skip a beat. "I thought you might like to dance," he managed to say, his voice coming out a little rougher than he'd intended. You smiled back at him, and before he could second-guess himself, you took his hand and let him lead you out onto the dance floor.

As they moved together to the music, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He was finally doing it, finally telling you how he felt. And even though he knew it was wrong, that it could cause a lot of trouble for both of them, he couldn't help but feel like it was worth it. Because being with you, even for just this one dance, felt more right than anything else in the world.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face, and he could tell that you felt it too. The connection between them was palpable, electric. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with you, truly be with you, outside of this moment. He wished he could freeze time, just so they could stay like this forever.

The music came to an end, and they stood there on the dance floor, still holding each other close. He couldn't bring himself to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of your body pressed against his. You looked up at him, your lips parted, as if you were about to say something, but in the end, you didn't need to. He could see it in your eyes, hear it in your silence, that you felt it too.

Finally, reluctantly, he released you, stepping back and taking a deep breath. You both smiled shyly at each other before turning away, pretending to look for your friends or sip your punch. But neither of you moved, and neither of you looked away for long. The air between you was still charged, still thick with the unspoken words and the feelings that neither of you quite knew how to express.

As the night wore on, they found themselves stealing glances at each other whenever they could, trying to gauge the other's reaction, to see if what they thought they saw was real. And with each passing moment, the desire to be together, to explore this strange and wonderful connection, grew stronger. It was like a current, pulling them together despite all the forces that tried to keep them apart.

Finally, as the last notes of the final dance echoed through the great hall, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his once more. There was a question in your gaze, a hope that he couldn't ignore. And without another word, he took your hand, knowing that whatever happened next, he couldn't bring himself to care. Because being with you, even for just this one night, had already changed everything.

And then the clock fucking strikes midnight.

Session number 2.

Y/n has once again found her self in an empty classroom with a pussy drunk Theo between her legs eating her out like there's no tomorrow. She can't help but moan and grip his head in pleasure as he expertly works his tongue on her clit, driving her wild. His hands are all over her thighs and ass, urging her to open wider, to give him more access to her sweetness. The sound of his slurred pleas and her moans echo through the room, filling the air with desire and need.

As he continues to feast on her, she feels a surge of wetness between her legs, a sure sign that she's close. She tightens her grip on his head, urging him on, needing him to make her cum. And then, with a sharp cry, she feels the wave of pleasure wash over her, her body tensing and shuddering in ecstasy.

For a moment, they are both still, lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. Theo looks up at her, his eyes glazed over with lust, and she can see the desire burning in his eyes. He slowly pulls away from her, taking his wet mouth off of her as he stands up. Y/n watches him, panting heavily, as he unzips his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing erection.

With a steady hand, he guides himself to her entrance, positioning his cock at her entrance. She watches as he pushes forward, feeling the head of his dick slowly sink into her. It's been so long since she's felt this full, this connected, this wanted. She wraps her legs around his waist, arching her back as he thrusts deeper inside of her.

Theo's movements are slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feel of her body surrounding him. But as he grows bolder, as the heat between them intensifies, he begins to move faster, harder. His thrusts are deep and powerful, driving into her with a force that she can feel all the way up to her core.

She gasps as he hits her sweet spot, he grins and slowly teases around it. His hand slides down her lower back, over her ass, and back up to her hip. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing growing harsher as he feels the end drawing near. Y/n meets his movements, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arches her back, her body begging for release.

Theo looks down at her, his eyes burning with desire. He's never felt this way before, this need to be inside her, to feel her around him. He's lost count of the times he's come since they've been together, it's becoming a real problem.

She looks up at him, her chest heaving, her lips parted in a breathless moan. He watches as her eyes close, her head falls back against the wall, and she arches her back further. He can feel her tightening around him, the telltale sign that she's close too. With a groan, he thrusts deeper, harder, determined to send them both over the edge together.

His movements become frantic, his body tense with need as he feels his own release barreling down on him. He's never been this close before, this connected to someone. He can feel every inch of her body moving in perfect synchrony with his own, her breath hot against his skin.

With a final, powerful thrust, he cries out her name as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside her. Y/n's body tenses and convulses around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she's engulfed by a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves her breathless.

For a moment, they are both still, their bodies pressed tightly together, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. He pulls out slowly, his softening cock slipping from her wet folds, and collapses beside her on the floor, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

This time it's one of the rare sessions where Y/n actually gets to tutor Theo in Herbology and not end up bent over his desk with his cum leaking out of her. Or so she thought.

They spend the afternoon in the greenhouse, surrounded by the lush, verdant life that Theo so desperately craves. He listens intently as she explains the care and cultivation of the various plants, asking questions and making notes in his notebook. Throught the lesson thogh he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her, weather it was playing with the hem of her sleeve to fiddiling with a peace of her hair.

The air is thick with the scent of soil and flowers, and the sunlight streaming through the glass panes casts a warm, golden glow over their work. The lesson was drawing to a close, they take a break to stretch their legs and enjoy the fresh air. They wander along the path that leads to the small pond at the edge of the garden, their hands brushing against each other as they walk. Theo leans in closer, inhaling deeply of her scent, and presses his lips to hers in a kiss.

Session number 3.

Her heart racing, Y/n melts into his embrace, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out the familiar curves and planes. He pushes her up against the rough bark of a tree, trapping her there as he continues to kiss her, his tongue dancing with hers.

She feels the hard length of his cock pressing against her through their clothes, and she moans into his mouth, wanting him inside her now. He pulls back for a moment, his breath ragged as he looks down at her, and then reaches down to undo his pants. Y/n helps him, eagerly pulling his cock free and wrapping her hand around the base.

Theo groans, closing his eyes as she strokes him, the sensation so much better than anything he could have imagined. He presses their bodies together, grinding his hips against her hand, wanting to feel the heat and wetness of her around him.

She feels his growing arousal, the tip of his cock leaking pre-cum onto her palm. She kneels down, pulling his pants and boxers down to his thighs, revealing his erection in all its glory. Theo looks down at her, his eyes dark with desire as she takes him in her mouth, her warm, wet lips enveloping him.

She sucks gently at first, exploring the texture and taste of him, feeling the pulse of his veins beneath her tongue. He lets out a shuddering breath, his hands tangling in her hair, urging her on. She deepens the suction, taking more of him into her mouth, feeling his length stretch her jaw. His hips begin to move, thrusting against her face as he loses control, his moans muffled by the sounds of their surroundings.

Her own need building, she stands up, straddling him and guiding his cock to her wet folds. He helps her, pushing upwards, burying himself inside her. They both groan at the feeling of being connected once more. Theo's hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples as they begin to move together in rhythm.

Their movements become increasingly frantic, their bodies slamming together as they seek release. Theo's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he feels the familiar tension building inside him. He can feel himself getting closer, closer to the edge, and with one final thrust, he comes, his seed spilling deep inside her.

Y/n feels the wave of pleasure wash over her, her body shuddering as she cries out his name. Their bodies become limp, their breathing slow and ragged, as they cling to each other, lost in the afterglow of their passion.

Session number 4.

This time though this is the one, there is no way they can get side tracked on this one. Their in a library just studying potions.

Theo and Y/n sit across from each other at a large wooden table, surrounded by rows upon rows of leather-bound books. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air, and the flickering light from the candles casts a warm, inviting glow over their faces. They are intent on their studies, pouring over the pages of the books, taking notes and discussing the intricacies of potions. Theo can't help but steal glances at Y/n as she works, admiring the way her hair falls over her shoulders and the way her lips move as she reads.

Their shared interest in potions makes it easy for them to engage in conversation, and soon they are lost in a lively debate about the merits of various ingredients and brewing techniques. Theo leans in closer, listening intently to her every word, and finds himself agreeing with her more often than not.

But the bastard just can't keep his hands to himself and you found out soon enough when his hand is up your skirt and down your panties.

Theo's hand is warm and rough as it glides up your thigh, his thumb teasing the edge of your panties. You gasp, surprised by the audacity of his move. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You feel so good, Y/n."

You're caught between embarrassment and desire. You know you shouldn't be doing this, in a library no less, but you can't help but want more. You feel a stirring between your legs, a longing for him that you haven't felt in a long time. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of it all, the danger of getting caught. Or maybe it's just Theo.

He pushes your chair back, making you straddle his lap. His other hand cups your breast through your shirt, his thumb rubbing circles around your nipple, the other one playing with your cilt. You arch your back, moaning softly as pleasure spreads through you. His other hand slides down, pushing your panties aside, and finding you wet and ready.

Theo groans, pressing his hips forward, feeling you stretch and accommodate him. His other hand moves up, cupping your face, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "God, Y/n," he whispers, "you're so fucking beautiful." His hips begin to move, in and out, in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. He leans in, capturing your lips with his, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tangling with yours.

As they kiss, you can feel him deep inside you, his movements growing more urgent. Your nails dig into his shoulders, and you gasp against his mouth, your release building. Theo picks up the pace, thrusting harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he feels his own climax approaching. He pulls back, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of lust and a hint of something else. "I'm going to come for you," he rasps, and then he does, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself inside you.

Session number 5.

Y/n had promised herself that this session would go according to plan, that they would study the full hour. That's what she was thinking untill she found herself doing the exact opposite.

Y/n, looking incredibly sexy in a lacy black bra and matching panties, straddles Theo, who is lying on his back. His cock, already hard as a rock, is trapped in his boxer briefs, straining against the fabric. Y/n's wetness is already dripping down Theo's abdomen, and he can feel how aroused she is. He groans, arching his back in anticipation.

Y/n grins wickedly, leaning down to capture Theo's lips in a kiss. Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his arms before gripping his wrists, pinning them above his head. Theo gasps into her mouth as she continues to kiss him, their tongues tangling together. His cock throbs in his underwear, begging for release.

Finally, she pulls away, breathing heavily, and looks down at Theo. "You're so fucking hot," she whispers, tracing a finger along his jaw. Her touch sends shivers down his spine. She reaches between them, unfastens his boxer briefs, and pulls them down his legs, releasing his hard cock into the open air. Theo's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her warm, wet lips wrap around the head of his cock. He groans, thrusting his hips upward.

"Fuck, Theo," she moans, taking more of him into her mouth. Her hand grips his base, stroking him expertly as she sucks. Theo's hips buck wildly, his moans muffled by the mattress. He's so close, he can feel it. He's never felt this desperate for release before.

Y/n pulls away, panting, and looks down at him. "You're doing so well, baby," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. She leans forward, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him slowly, carefully, until he's almost at the brink. "Just a little longer," she teases, before sucking him deep into her mouth again. Her tongue swirls around the head, driving him wild.

Theo's vision blurs, his mind goes blank. He's lost all sense of time and place. He can feel himself getting closer, but just when he thinks he can't take anymore, she pulls away again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," she breathes, trailing a finger down his chest. "So needy and so desperate." She lowers herself onto him, guiding his cock into her wetness. Theo gasps, arching his back as she begins to ride him, slowly at first, but picking up speed as they both lose control.

Theo's hands find their way to her hips, gripping tightly as he thrusts upwards, meeting her movements. Her breasts bounce against his chest, her nipples hard and aching. He can feel the tension building inside him, the need for release growing more and more intense with each passing second.

"Oh fuck, Theo," she moans, throwing her head back. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she comes, her inner walls clenching around him in an unbearably tight grip. He can feel her orgasm pulsing through her, fueling his own need for release. Before he can cum tho, she pulls way making him whine at the loss of contact.

"You're so turned on that you're reduced to whimpering and begging and pleading for me to fuck you senseless. Tell me how much you want it, baby." She teases, slowly grinding her hips against his cock. Theo's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he arches into her touch.

"I want it," he moans, gripping her hips tightly. "I need it." He groans as she begins to ride him harder, faster. His cock throbs inside her, desperate for release.

She leans forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her hips begin to move again, faster and harder, driving him wild. He can feel his control slipping away as he thrusts up into her, desperate to feel the release coursing through him.

With a hoarse cry, Theo finally gives in to the overwhelming pleasure, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up with his seed. Y/n moans, arching her back as she feels him empty himself into her.

"You look so pretty when you're like this, too dumb to even think" she muses, her hands running down his chest.

She leans back, watching him, her eyes dark with satisfaction. As he catches his breath, she slowly eases herself off of him, taking him out of her wetness with a soft pop. His cock twitches, wanting more, but she ignores it, instead straddling him again, this time with her legs on either side of his hips. She leans forward, taking one of his hands in hers and guiding it between their bodies. "Touch yourself," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear. "I want to see how much you want this."

Theo's fingers are hesitant at first, but as she watches him, a heat begins to build inside him. He can feel his cock twitch and throb as he starts to stroke himself, watching as Y/n watches him. She moans softly, her hips moving in time with his touch, her breasts swaying before him.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "You're so sexy when you touch yourself like that. I bet you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" Her fingers trail down his chest, teasing the tip of his nipple, sending shivers through him.

Theo nods, his eyes locked on hers, his hand moving faster now. Y/n leans in closer, their bodies pressed together, her breath hot against his skin. She can feel his desire, his need for her, and it only fuels her own desire to have him. She lets out a soft moan as she watches him stroke himself until he cums again, the sight sending a wave of pleasure through her.

She reaches down, guiding his hand away from his aching cock, and replaces it with her own. Her fingers are gentle as she strokes him, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock. Theo's hips buck up into her touch, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "You're mine," she whispers, her voice low and possessive. "And I'm yours. There's no one else for either of us."

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their skin slick with sweat. Y/n's fingers move faster, her touch more urgent now. She can feel the tension building inside Theo, can feel the way he's trembling with need. She leans in, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

As they kiss, she tightens her grip on him, her thumb circling the head of his cock. "I love how much you want me," she murmurs against his lips. "I love how I can make you feel like this."

With a groan, Theo comes, his body tensing as he releases himself deep inside her. She feels his hot seed spilling onto her hand, and she can't help but moan at the feel of it. She continues to stroke him even as he empties himself, her touch gentle and soothing.

As they catch their breath, Y/n leans back, gazing down at him. His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She trails her fingers down his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before wrapping her hand around his neck. "You are so beautiful when you're like this," she whispers, her thumb brushing over his lips. "I could look at you for hours."

Theo cracks an eye open, looking up at her. "Is it that, or is it because you're in love with me?" he grins, the playful challenge evident in his eyes. Y/n leans down, her lips brushing against his. "Maybe it's a little bit of both," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "But I think…" She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I think you love me because I make you feel things you've never felt before. I make you want things you never thought you wanted. I make you feel alive."

Her words send a shiver down his spine. He watches as she leans back, her eyes never leaving his. There's something so intense about her gaze, so possessive. It makes him feel like she's seen right through him, to the depths of his soul. He reaches up, cupping her face in his hands, wanting to feel her skin against his, wanting to lose himself in her eyes.

"Maybe," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "maybe it's a bit of both…" He trails off, Before pulling her in for a kiss.

Session number five might have been her favorite...

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l4ndonorizz · 1 month ago

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white mustang / max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader

song: lana del rey - white mustang

summary: as the sun sets on a quiet beach, you and max confront the unspoken tension between you. What starts as a fleeting connection grows into something deeper as max opens up, revealing his desire to slow down and stay with you—no longer the untamable force you once believed him to be

wc: 1.8k

The sound of the ocean echoed softly in the distance as you stood barefoot on the warm sand, the horizon stretching out endlessly before you. The salty breeze tangled your hair as you stared out at the waves, lost in thought. The sun was beginning to dip low, casting a golden hue across the water, and everything about this moment felt surreal.

You had known this wouldn’t last. You had known from the start that whatever was happening between you and Max was temporary—a fleeting moment of intensity that could burn out just as quickly as it had ignited. But still, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting more.

From behind, you felt Max’s presence before you heard him. He didn’t make a sound, but there was always something electric in the air whenever he was near—a subtle tension, a pull that you could never quite escape. Like the wild ocean in front of you, he was untamable, unpredictable—a force of nature you couldn’t resist.

“You’re always here first,” he said softly, his voice almost lost in the sound of the waves.

You shrugged, turning back toward the ocean. “Maybe I like the quiet.”

Max stood beside you, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He had that same restless energy, like the waves crashing against the shore—beautiful, but dangerous if you got too close. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place. The thrill of being near someone who was all speed and instinct, never looking back.

“You’re like a white mustang,” you said suddenly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Max glanced at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

You smiled softly, your eyes meeting his. “It means you don’t stick around. Always moving, never staying in one place for too long.”

His smirk faded, and for a moment, he seemed to consider your words more deeply than you’d expected. The way he looked out at the horizon, with the sun casting golden light on his face, made him look softer, more introspective. The usual confidence that radiated from him was still there, but tonight, it was quieter.

“Maybe that’s who I was,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But maybe… maybe I’m trying to be something else.”

It caught you off guard, this hint of vulnerability. Max Verstappen, the man who thrived on speed and the thrill of the unknown, wasn’t supposed to have these quiet moments of doubt, but here he was. For the first time, he wasn’t looking ahead at the next challenge or race; he was just here, with you.

You weren’t sure how to respond, so you didn’t say anything. The soft sounds of the ocean filled the silence between you, and for a while, that was enough.

The sun continued its descent, casting a warm glow over both of you. Everything felt softer, like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just you and Max standing on this deserted beach. He stepped closer, so close that the warmth of his body radiated into yours. It was a familiar feeling, being close to him, but tonight it felt different—charged with something deeper, something unsaid.

"Let's go somewhere," Max suddenly said, his voice breaking the quiet between you. There was excitement there, but it was quieter than usual, like he wasn’t asking for a thrill but rather for something real.

You turned to face him, your heart skipping a beat at the suggestion. "Go where?"

"Anywhere," he replied, his eyes locking with yours. "I don't care. As long as you're with me."

His gaze was steady, more serious than you were used to. Max had always been the type to chase after what he wanted without hesitation, but this felt different. There was something deeper behind his words, something more vulnerable than you'd ever seen from him.

"Max..." you began, unsure of what to say, but he took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over your skin in soft, calming strokes.

"I mean it," he said softly, stepping closer so that there was barely any space between you. "I don't want this to just be a moment. I don't want you to think I'm just going to run off like I always do."

His words hit you like a wave, unexpected and intense. You had always told yourself that whatever was happening between you and Max was temporary—just a beautiful, fleeting moment that would eventually fade like a dream. But here he was, asking for something more, something that went beyond the rush and adrenaline.

"But that's who you are," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. "You're always moving. You're... wild, free. And I don't know if I can keep up."

Max’s grip on your hand tightened, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "You don't have to keep up," he murmured, his voice full of warmth. "You just have to stay."

Your heart raced at his words, your mind spinning. Could someone like Max really stay? Could he really slow down? You had always been afraid of the day when he would leave, when the pull of the next race, the next thrill, would be too much for him to resist. But tonight, standing here with him, it felt like maybe things could be different.

“I’m scared,” you admitted softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “What if I’m the one who can’t stay?”

Max frowned, his eyes searching yours. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “I’m not built for the kind of life you live, Max. I can’t keep up with your pace, with the way you’re always on the move. And I don’t want to be the reason you slow down.”

Max’s hand gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re not holding me back,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “If anything, you’re the only thing that makes me want to stop running.”

His words sent a jolt of warmth through you, but you couldn’t shake the doubt that lingered in the back of your mind. Max was everything you had ever wanted—wild, passionate, free—but he was also unpredictable, untamable. And you weren’t sure if you could handle being the one to ask him to slow down.

“What if you get bored?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What if one day you wake up and realize this isn’t enough for you?”

Max shook his head, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. “I could never get bored of you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the weight of his words making it hard to breathe. You had spent so long convincing yourself that this was temporary, that Max would eventually move on, but now, standing here in the soft glow of the setting sun, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—this time could be different.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” Max continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I need you to know that I’m serious. I want to be with you. For real.”

Your heart raced at his confession, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the doubts you had been holding onto for so long. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation, any hint that this was just another fleeting moment for him. But all you saw was honesty—raw, unfiltered honesty that made you feel more vulnerable than you ever had before.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you admitted softly, your voice breaking.

Max’s smile was soft, understanding. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be here. We’ll figure it out.”

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe this wasn’t just a moment—that maybe, just maybe, Max was serious about staying.

The evening drifted on as the two of you sat together, watching the sun finally disappear below the horizon. The sky turned a deep shade of purple, stars beginning to peek through the darkness. Max’s hand remained in yours, a silent promise that neither of you was ready to break.

“You know,” Max said after a while, his voice quiet, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his words. Max wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, and yet, here he was, opening up in a way you had never expected.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly.

Max hesitated, his eyes focused on the ocean in front of you. “I’ve always been chasing something—something I could never quite catch. I thought it was about racing, about winning. But now… I think it’s you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the weight of his confession hanging in the air between you. Max’s usual confidence was gone, replaced by something softer, something more real. And it terrified you.

“You’re the reason I want to slow down,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only person who makes me feel like I don’t have to keep running.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the sincerity in his words cutting through every fear you had ever had about being with him. You had spent so long convincing yourself that this would never work, that Max was too wild, too free for someone like you. But now, sitting here with him, you realized that maybe—just maybe—you had been wrong.

“I’m scared too,” you admitted softly, your voice shaking. “But I want this, Max. I want you.”

Max’s smile was soft, his eyes filled with relief as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that this was real—that maybe, just maybe, Max wasn’t going to run this time.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Not this time.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love and relief as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but for once, it wasn’t the wildness of the ocean that held your attention—it was the calm that came with being in Max’s arms.

For the first time, the white mustang had found a place to rest.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 one shot #formula 1 #max verstappen x you #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader

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withwritersblock · 4 months ago

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You Were Mine

~You Were Mine by Forest Blakk~

Author's Note: N/A Summary: Luke and Y/N break up but they haven't let go of the relationship yet Warnings: none? Word Count: 1,722

It was late, he wasn’t sure exactly what time it was. He returned late from a roadtrip on the west coast, where they had a mix bag of games. He sat at the empty red light waiting for it to change. He ran his hand across his nose as he stared towards the tiny rain droplets starting to fall onto his wind shield.

The light switched to green as he sped forward towards the apartment building parking garage. He sped inside parking in the guest parking area. The parking spot that felt like his own with how often he was here.

Pulling his key from the ignition he quickly climbed out of the car. He took in a shaky breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He walked into the lobby of the apartment building meeting the gaze of the nighttime receptionist.

“Y/N said you two broke up,” Edith said, she was a eighty year old woman who loved being up at night. The perfect job for her. Y/N often had nights where she couldn’t sleep and would keep Edith company.

Luke dryly chuckled, “We did, good night Edith,” he mumbled as he turned the corner to take the stairs. He was scared of the elevator after being stuck inside of it twice. He climbed up the steps in a rapid pace as he reached the fourth floor swiftly. He walked down the hall towards her apartment, he raised his fist up and knocked three times.

He thought about the doorbell, but he knew she would be awake. The habits of their relationship was still something they were trying to break. She would always stay up and wait for Luke to text her that he made it back safely from his flight. He would either text or show up at her door. Which he always preferred the latter.

He heard the twisting of the lock and her pulling the door open. She tilted her head against the door as she smiled softly towards him.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” she asked as she squinted her eyes slightly.

“Haven’t slept good since we broke up and you know I don’t sleep on roadies. Can I come in?” he expressed softly.

She pulled the door wider as she stepped to the side, letting him inside. He walked past her, taking in the familiar smell of vanilla and rose candles. She would have a candle in every room in her apartment. It would be the same brand and scent.

She shut the door behind him, locking it in the process. “I was just about to put on movie in my room, come on,” she offered as she started walking towards her room. He followed after her quickly as he ran a sleepy hand over his eyes. She shoved open her bedroom door and quickly dropped down onto the mattress, climbing under the comforter. Luke stood at the doorway, admiring her.

“Luke,” she uttered as she shyly glanced towards his direction. He hummed as he continued admiring the soft smile on her glossed lips. “You can’t look at me like that,” she mumbled as she shyly dropped her gaze towards the TV remote in her lap. She turned it on as he took a few steps towards her, delicately shutting the door behind him.

“Why not?” he asked barely above a whisper. She met his tired gaze as he continued towards the bed. She tried to avoid the smirk forming to her lips but it quickly remained. He delicately rolled over her body, laying beside her. He rested his hand beneath his head as he shifted his gaze towards the ceiling.

“You know why,” she mumbled as she turned on the first movie she saw on Max. She placed the remote on the nightstand. She fully laid down. “You have to stop,” she mumbled as she rolled over, facing him. He took a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards her. “Stop,” she whispered out as she met his gaze.

“I’m not doing anything,” he mumbled as he rolled onto his side, their eyes remained connected. Her entire body felt warm as she continued looking deeply into her eyes. “I can’t look at you?” he questioned as his lips curled up into a smirk.

“We’re broken up,” she mumbled as she felt herself inch towards him.

“You let me in,” he whispered as his gaze lowered towards her lips.

“You gave me no choice,”

“I gave you no choice?” he asked while giggling.

“You stood there looking all sad and lonely-?” she explained teasingly.

“Sad and lonely?!” he said in shock, he shook his head laughing.

“You told me you haven’t been sleeping well since we broke up, was I supposed to let you leave?” she said as she subconsciously rested her hand onto his bicep, squeezing it slightly.

“Maybe,” he mumbled as he met her gaze, suddenly his tone getting serious. He reached over and brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. She looked towards him threw her eyelashes as she took in a shaky breath.

“You’re going to have to learn to sleep on your own soon,” she whispered as she inched towards him. Their lips only a couple inches apart.

“Stupid London,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her, avoiding her lips; instead he forced her onto her back as he rested his head onto her chest. She giggled softly as her hand instantly ran her fingers through his curls.

“You’ve always wanted to visit London,” she countered as she ran her other hand across his shoulder blades, feeling them tense under her touch.

“No, you’ve always wanted to visit. I just always wanted to be where you are; all the time,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against her collarbone. She pressed her lips together as she stared towards the ceiling, her eyes began to tear up.

“I must be an idiot to be leaving you, huh?” she asked softly.

He instantly lifted his head, his eyebrows harsh in a furrow as he stared down towards her.

“You’re not leaving me, you’re pursuing your dream,” he expressed, a soft smile formed to his lips, “You’ll be happy there,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her; he stopped himself short before he kissed her. He wanted to kiss her, needed to. But he didn’t, he simply scanned her teary features. “I can’t stop you from leaving because that wouldn’t be fair,”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she muttered. He pouted his lips as he rested his head onto her chest. He didn’t reply, simply taking in the moment. Her hand ran through his hair once more, soothingly. “But I know that I am,” she paused as her voice broke, “But I know we’ll get through it, right? We’ll be happy without each other, eventually right?”

He took a deep breath, “Yeah,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up her side as he caressed her skin.

“Luke?” she mumbled. He hummed, “Look at me,” she let out. He soon lifted his head to look down towards her, admiring her features once more. He leaned towards her delicately kissing her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ll always love you,” he mumbled as opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. She smiled softly towards him.

“I love you so much,” she whispered as he slowly rested his head back down onto her chest, pressing his lips against her collarbone once more.

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It had been a week since Y/N left for London. It had been a week since they last spoke and since the last time they kissed. For the last week all he would do outside of hockey was lay in his bed. He would lay on his side of the bed, as if he was waiting for Y/N to take the other side for herself.

Jack was starting to grow more and more concerned as Luke wouldn’t have any TV shows or movies playing. Or any music. He would simply lay on his bed, his gaze towards the ceiling. All day.

Jack stood outside of Luke’s door as he was on the phone with their mom. “I’m telling you, Mom, he’s like broken. He only moves if I force food down his throat or we have practice or a game. That’s it,” Jack explained in a hushed tone.

Luke laid on his bed, hearing every word Jack whispered, not so quietly. “No Mom, she didn’t cheat on him. She just left, moved away-I don’t understand it either-yes, mom, he’s alive-” he stopped talking quickly as Luke pulled the door open quickly, staring down towards his older brother. “Okay, I may not be alive after this, bye Mom. Love you, Luke may kill me-” he ended the phone call quickly as he shoved his phone down into his pocket.

“I’m fine,” Luke rasped out as he walked past Jack towards the fridge.

“Those are the first words you have spoken since she left which is saying something because you used to never shut up,” Jack pressed on as he followed after him. “You’re not fine, you are far from fine. Have you slept?” Jack asked.

“Sort of,” he mumbled as he stared towards the leftovers that he hasn’t eaten over the past few days.

“What does that even mean?” Jack asked as he rested his hands onto the top of his countertop.

“I haven’t slept great but I’ve been sleeping,” Luke forced out, tilting his head back.

“Let’s go on a run,” Jack offered, “You need to get out of this apartment and not do anything hockey related,”

“It’s raining,” Luke said simply.

“Then let’s go to the gym,”

“I just need to lie down,” Luke mumbled as he met Jack’s desperate gaze.

“Dude, you’re not okay,” Jack pleaded.

“I know,” Luke let out, a dry chuckle leaving his throat, “Just let me figure my shit out. I’ll be fine,” Luke said as he walked past Jack.

“Luke, do you want to watch a movie with me at least?” Jack begged. Luke stopped in his tracks, sighing before he wandered towards the couch. Sitting in his usually spot, leaning his head into his hand. “We have optional skate tomorrow, how about a Harry Potter marathon?” Jack asked, excitedly. Luke simply shrugged.

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emotionaldamages · 10 months ago

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coffee shop- lando norris

summary- lando decides to take time away from f1 talks and goes to a coffee shop where he meets someone

pairings- lando norris x nurse student!reader

authors note- not sure how to feel about this one but hopefully you enjoy

Lando Norris, had always lived life on the edge, pushing boundaries as he sped around racetracks as an F1 driver for McLaren.

Y/N, a nursing student with a heart full of compassion and eyes shining with determination, always had a knack for finding beauty in the simplest of moments.

Their paths had never crossed, until one cool, crisp autumn day, fate intervened and brought them together.

It was in the bustling city of London where their story continued. Y/N, her mind preoccupied with the pressures of exams and the weight of her dreams, sought solace in a small café tucked away on a quaint side street.

As she walked inside, the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her senses, instantly soothing her racing thoughts. With a sigh, she found a cozy corner table, hoping the calming atmosphere would provide some respite from the chaos of her daily life.

Meanwhile, not far away, Lando had escaped the whirlwind world of racing for a few precious moments of peace. Dressed in casual attire, he craved some semblance of normalcy away from the never-ending attention that came with being a celebrated athlete.

With curiosity guiding him, Lando stumbled into the same café, his eyes scanning the room for a sign of familiarity amidst the sea of faces. And there, in the corner, his gaze locked onto Y/N, captivated by the gentle grace that radiated from her.

An inexplicable force drew them closer, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. Lando, his heart pounding, walked over to her table, his confidence masking the nervous flutter in his chest.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice laced with a charming undertone.

Y/N, startled yet intrigued, gestured for him to take a seat. And so, as they sat across from each other, a connection sparked between them, like an invisible thread weaving its way into their souls.

Conversations flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for a lifetime. Lando shared stories of his adrenaline-fueled races, igniting Y/N's passion for adventure, while she painted vivid pictures of her experiences caring for others, igniting a flame of empathy within Lando's heart.

They laughed, they pondered, and they shared secret dreams that they had never dared to voice aloud before. The hours slipped away, unnoticed, as the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the enchanting dance of their words.

Little did they know, their chance encounter in that cozy café would be the beginning of a love story that would defy all expectations, transcending the boundaries of their individual worlds.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Lando and Y/N realized that fate had brought them together for a reason. And as they left the café, hand in hand, hope soared within their hearts, for they knew their journey had only just begun.

#formula one imagine #f1 one shot #landonorris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you

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thedelicatearcher · 5 months ago

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could you write about finnick being more submissive in bed? nothing intense or extreme just an example of giving over control every once in a while. loved ur stuff <3

nsfw!! mdni

finnick odair doesnt't mind being submissive in bed with you <3

finnick has your arms pinned above your head as his cock thrusts hard and in a steady rhythm into you. relishing in the delicious feeling of having you underneath him, he buries his face into your neck and peppers it with kisses before nibbling it gently. low growls come out of his pink lips as he feels the tightness in his stomach starting to build.

“finn,” you whimpered softly, “i want to ride you.” your soft voice startles him and he slowly stops his hip movements, pulling his head away from your neck to look at you. looking at you hesitantly, he asks “is everything okay, honey? am i going too fast?” the worry in his eyes disappears when you let out a soft giggle. “no, honey. just want to be the one in control for once,” you confess and his cheeks turn pink, feeling flustered at the thought of you completely dominating him.

“anything for you,” he says with a shaky voice, a soft whine escaping both of your lips as he pulls out. he lays down on his back and puts his hands behind his head, eagerly watching you straddle his lap and slowly sink down on his cock. a strangled moan gets stuck in his throat at the feeling of you clenching around him. his hands inevitably fall to grab your hips, marking your skin with his tight grasp.

“honey,” he whines softly, “you feel so good”. he looks at you with such adoration, his eyes shining as his gaze travels along your body and returns back to your face, taking his time to appreciate each of your features. you feel like a goddess. you place your hands on his chest for balance, and start slowly bouncing on him.

“fuck,” you gasp loudly at the feeling of his cock hitting such a deep spot, tossing your head back from the sensation. finnick’s hands on your hips try to guide your movements, but you stop him. “let me make you feel good, finn,” you tell him a little breathlessly and guide his hands to your breasts. his large hands gently squeeze them and roll your nipples between his fingers, enjoying the view before his attention returns back to where you are connected.

finnick is totally lost in the pleasure. his signature smirk is replaced by a fucked-out expression, his flustered face flushed pink, almost red. his mouth agape as growls and heavy breaths come out of his lips freely. his half-lidded eyes begging to close and surrender to the pleasure, but he is so devoted to looking at you. he isn’t going to let out a teasing comment like he always does, he is too close to his climax to form a rational thought. a string of your name and curse words are the only words coming out of his mouth.

he groans hard when you start speeding up your movements, your legs burning from all the effort, but the desire to watch him fall apart beneath you makes you power through it. “honey,” he whines, “please, i’m so close.” his words of supplication ignite a fire throughout your body, craving so desperately the same release finnick is on the verge of. “fuck yes, baby,” you moan as your hand leaves finnick’s chest and finds your clit, rubbing it as you feel the climax over the horizon.

“let go, pretty boy, let go for me,” you say between breathless moans, your bouncing becoming erratic as you grow tired, using your last effort to bring him to his orgasm. finnick grabs your free hand and interlocks it with his, his gaze locked with yours as he comes whimpering your name. soft words of praise escape your lips, talking him through his orgasm.

while finnick starts coming down from his climax, you selfishly start to grind yourself against him. your swollen, sensitive nub rubbing against his pelvis makes you see stars. you crash down hard, a powerful orgasm hitting you as your vision turns white and your walls clench around him. a fucked-out finnick gently guides your hips, helping you ride your orgasm.

your eyes flutter open, breathing heavily as you open your eyes and observe the beautiful man beneath you. a shy smile spreads across his face, “hi,” he says before breaking into giggles.it’s a moment so sweet and intimate, it is impossible not to melt.

“let me clean you up, beautiful,” you say before lifting your body off him and heading to the bathroom. first, you clean yourself up and use the bathroom, then grab a clean cloth to help him. you give him an innocent peck on his lips, cradling his face with your hands and say “you did amazing, finn, so good as always.” finnick blushes even more, though it seems impossible for his face to get any redder. a soft sigh of contentment escapes his lips as you carefully clean his member and then pepper his body with sweet kisses.

#hope you like this because i loved writing it :)#this is NOT proofread i'll do it tomorrow #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #finnick odair #thg #the hunger games #this is my third smut i have ever written i hope it's not so bad

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aikaterini-drag · 1 year ago

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All-consuming Love

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves you more than anything in the world, but your love for him is just as intense. The question of who loves the other more becomes a delightful, unending exchange of devotion between two hearts intertwined.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: implied smut, boyfriend Bucky, fluff, softness, intimacy.

In the soft, dim light of your bedroom, you and Bucky were wrapped in an intimate embrace, nestled cozily in your bed. The world outside had faded, leaving only the two of you in your private sanctuary. You had made love, twice, that night. The first time, he had rained kisses all over your skin before taking your under him, reaching deep into your heart. The second time, you rolled on top, your eager hands exploring every inch of his hard body while you drove him mad with your perfect wiggling motions.

In the end you were both spent and blissfully content.

As your cuddled, your bodies molded perfectly together, Bucky’s each contour fitting to your curves like pieces of a puzzle. You felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your cheek and the synchronized rhythm of your breaths, a harmonious melody that played beneath the covers.

His strong arms enveloped you, providing a sense of protection and warmth that melted your worries away. With your head resting gently on his chest, you placed your ear over his heart, listening to the reassuring, steady beat that mirrored his unwavering affection.

Your fingers intertwined, your hands clasped. He always offered you his good arm. But you shifted slightly and caressed the metal one as well, tenderly tracing its ridges and cool smoothness. You loved everything that made him. And this was you showing your love, in an unspoken conversation in which every caress, every stroke, whispered devotion and desire.

With his eyes tender with adoration, he looked deeply into your eyes and said, "You know, I love you more than anything in this world."

You smiled, your eyes gleaming with joy. "That's sweet Sergeant, but I love you more."

He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "You think so, sweetheart? Well, I love you more than all the stars in the sky."

You leaned in closer, your voice filled with conviction. "And I love you more than the entire universe."

He laughed and pressed wet kisses all over your face which caused you to giggle softly. “I love you like crazy, like absolute crazy!”

You grinned, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his cheek. "I love you more than anyone has ever loved another."

He let out a soft breath, his eyes locked onto you. "You are spoiling my confession, young lady.”

“Why so? Can’t a woman indulge the man she loves?” You placed gentle pecks along his jawline, your lips igniting tingles with every touch.

“Sure you can,” he said, his voice deep. “But I have to do the same. You’re my precious sweetness. I love you more than anyone ever thought they could love another human being. You’re my everything.”

“There you go again! Very well, I will accept your words, Mr. Barnes,” you said, your lips brushing against the curve of his cheekbone. “Thank you, my love. You are the sweetest, most caring man in the world.”

Your love was boundless and no matter who loved whom more, your hearts were forever intertwined in a deep and enduring connection.

He responded with a trail of kisses, starting with your eyelids, then moving down to your nose, and finally capturing your lips. The passionate exchange deepened, your connection intensifying as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, becoming lost in each other's embrace for the third time that night.

#Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #alpha bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #beefy bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes smut #by aikaterini #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #sebby stan #sebby baby

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syuga-s · 6 months ago

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love you yes

w.c. 7.3k pairing. changkyun x fem!reader genre. this time is just SMUT i'm sorry a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! idk i've had this one sitting around for a while,, does anyone else get this same aura from this man?? he's SO!!! yk, ANYWAYYYY i did this fic for my sake but i still hope you all enjoy it, straight smut, nothing kinky just calling him daddy and him calling you slut once (lovingly), hope i didn't miss anything LOVE Y'ALL

You had always been enchanted by the alluring and provocative nature of shunga art, entranced by the vivid depictions of passion and desire. As you stood in the bustling gallery, surrounded by a sea of people, your gaze fixated on the explicit imagery. Lost in thought, you suddenly felt a presence beside you and turned to see a man, his eyes fixated on the same image that had enraptured you.

"Isn't it fascinating?" he said with a warm smile. "The way they captured every intimate detail, every moment of pleasure."

You couldn't help but nod in agreement, a rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins at the man's audacity in approaching you. The bustling gallery around suddenly faded into the background as his presence enveloped you. His voice was like warm honey, drawing you in with each smooth word, and his confident demeanor only added to his irresistible charm. You found yourself unable to resist him, completely captivated by his boldness and charisma.

"They say that shunga was meant to be both arousing and educational," he continued. "A way for couples to explore their desires and learn from each other."

As he spoke, you felt a tingling energy surge through your body. It was clear that both of you held an intense admiration for this age-old longing, and a sense of connection formed between you in that moment.

"I'm Changkyun," he said, extending his hand towards you.

You took it gently in your own. "Y/N," you replied with a shy smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changkyun said, his warm smile making you feel at ease. You both stood there, surrounded by art full of passion and intimacy. It was as though this exhibit had brought you together for a reason.

Your hands touched and you felt a spark of electricity between you, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't felt in years. Changkyun's gaze lingered on your face as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

As the gallery buzzed with visitors admiring the provocative artwork, Changkyun leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you like to explore the gallery together? I find that art is best appreciated when shared with someone who understands its true beauty."

You felt a thrill run through you at the prospect of walking with Changkyun by your side. Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement, eager to learn more about art in his company.

You were drawn to him in the sea of art enthusiasts because he seemed genuinely engaged with the work, and not just there to be seen. He studied each piece carefully, his brow furrowed slightly as he took it all in.

Later, when he approached your corner of the gallery, your heart pounded in your chest. This man is out of your league, you reminded yourself silently. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement when your eyes locked again.

“There's something about this particular painting that intrigues me," Changkyun said, gesturing towards a piece depicting two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace.

You moved closer to him, your breath catching as you followed his gaze. This piece was indeed captivating, and it was your favorite, you used vivid colors and intricate details that seemed to come alive under the soft gallery lights.

As you both stood in front of the painting, Changkyun's presence beside you sent a wave of warmth through your body. You found yourself studying your painting with new eyes. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, both of you acutely aware of the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

"I can't help but wonder what their story is," Changkyun mused, his voice low and husky.

"Maybe they’re forbidden lovers," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the hushed gallery.

“You’re incredibly talented,” Changkyun said after studying your work closely for several minutes.

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “It’s always nice when someone recognizes that.”

“Of course,” he said earnestly. “May I ask where your inspiration comes from?”

You felt a rush of vulnerability at his question, unsure whether you were ready to reveal the depths of your creativity to a near stranger. But something in Changkyun's gaze urged you to open up, to share a part of yourself that you rarely showed others.

With a soft sigh, you began to speak, your words tinged with passion and emotion. "It comes from the raw emotions that we all carry within us," you explained, your eyes searching his face for understanding. "I paint to capture the unspoken desires, the hidden truths that lie beneath the surface of our everyday lives."

Changkyun listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, a glimmer of recognition that made your heart skip a beat. “That’s fascinating. You seem to capture those beautifully.”

A warmth spread through you at his compliment. “It’s a way for me to explore and express my own feelings too.”

“I can definitely sense that,” Changkyun said, his gaze lingering on one of your paintings. “Your work evokes a strong emotional response.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of validation from his words. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you, I get the feeling that not everyone appreciates art as much as you do.”

For hours, you lost yourselves in conversation about art, history, and desire. It was as if you were two kindred spirits brought together by your shared passions. Changkyun's knowledge and enthusiasm were intoxicating, leaving you hungry for more.

As the evening drew to a close and the gallery began to empty out, Changkyun offered one last piece of wisdom.

"You know," he said, his voice low and seductive, "shunga was also used as a form of foreplay. Couples would study the images together, letting them ignite their desires before they became lost in each other's arms."

You felt a rush of heat at his words, your body responding to the suggestive tone of his voice. Changkyun's eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction.

"Perhaps we could continue this discussion somewhere more... private," he suggested, his words laced with an unmistakable invitation.

Your heart raced at the thought of being alone with him, finally giving in to the electric chemistry that had been building throughout the night. With a simple nod, you let him take your hand and lead you out of the gallery.

Outside, the cool night air did little to quell the fire that burned between you. Changkyun's private car was waiting at the curb, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows.

He held the door open for you, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As you settled into the plush leather seats, the anticipation thick in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at what was to come.

The driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind. In the privacy of his car, the tension between you was palpable, each passing moment filled with unspoken desire.

Changkyun's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you as he leaned in closer. The world outside the car seemed to fade away as his lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The warmth of his embrace, the sweetness of his touch, all enveloped you in a haze of desire.

As the car sped towards its destination, Changkyun's hands explored every inch of you, igniting a fire within your core. You moaned into his mouth as he cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress, teasing your sensitive nipples to hardened peaks.

You lost yourself in Changkyun's embrace, feeling a connection unlike any you had experienced before. His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your heart race, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

The driver glanced at you in the rearview mirror, but you were too consumed by passion to care. With one swift motion, Changkyun reached forward and pulled up the partition, enclosing you in a bubble of desire. Now shielded from intrusive eyes, you could fully indulge in your hunger without inhibition.

With the barrier in place, Changkyun's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along your skin. You arched into his embrace, craving more of his electrifying touch.

When the car finally came to a stop outside his luxurious penthouse, Changkyun wasted no time in leading you inside, his lips never leaving yours as he eagerly explored your mouth. As you stumbled through the door, your clothes fell to the floor in a trail of discarded fabrics. Naked and exposed, you stood there for a moment, taking in each other's bodies.

The air was heavy with anticipation as he guided you to his bedroom, where the soft glow of fixtures casted shadows across the room.

Changkyun's eyes devoured your curves, his desire for you evident in the way his eyes lingered on every inch of your nude form. He took your hand and led you to the bed, his touch electrifying as he guided you to the soft mattress.

He pulled you down with him, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the hardness of his erection against your abdomen, a testament to his arousal.

Changkyun's lips trailed down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He kissed his way to your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples, making them stand at attention.

You moaned softly, your body trembling with anticipation. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure.

Changkyun was everything you had imagined and more. His muscular frame glistened, and his hard cock stood proud, asking for your undivided attention. You couldn't help but feel a surge of delight knowing that you were the one who was making him hard.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you knelt down and enveloped him with your mouth, relishing in the pulsing sensation of his entire being. A low moan of delight escaped him as you teased his velvety skin with your tongue, drawing circles around his most sensitive spot before engulfing him fully in your throat.

As you continued to pleasure Changkyun, you could feel his hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You moaned around his cock, loving the way he tasted.

His hips bucked beneath you, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat, which only made you want him more.

His hand left your hair and began to caress your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. It sent a quiver of desire through you.

"That's it, baby," he whispered breathlessly. "Take all of me. Show me what you can do."

With a renewed sense of purpose, you began to suck harder, his shaft throbbing in your mouth. Your eyes watered from the intensity, but he refused to let go. Changkyun groaned loudly, his hips jerking uncontrollably. You could feel his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum.

As a stream of warm liquid filled your mouth, you greedily swallowed it down, the taste of him was intoxicating—earthy and musky with a hint of sweetness—, and for a few moments, you stayed on your knees, still savoring him.

As you looked up at Changkyun's flushed face and heaving chest, you knew that this was just the beginning of the night.

Changkyun pulled you to your feet, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as your bodies pressed together, the heat between you still unbearable.

Changkyun kissed his way down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and lingering bites that sent shivers down your spine. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide to give him full access to your dripping core.

His hot breath fanned across your sensitive folds, making you ache with need. You moaned softly as he dipped his tongue into your wetness, tracing circles around your clit before suckling it gently into his mouth.

You gripped the sheets beneath you as he expertly tormented you with his skilled tongue. Waves of pleasure crashed over you with each flick and swirl, building an inferno of need deep within you.

You arched your back off the bed as he added two fingers to the mix, thrusting them in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your walls clenched around him as you neared the edge of ecstasy, desperate for release.

Sensing your urgency, Changkyun quickened his pace, pumping his fingers into you while lashing at your swollen clit with his tongue. The coil inside you tightened until it was almost unbearable before finally snapping free.

Your body shuddered and convulsed as you came, your cry of pleasure echoing through the room. Changkyun continued to lavish attention on your sensitive spots, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

Finally, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in to kiss you, his lips tender and passionate yet demanding in their depth.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

"I want that too," you breathed, your desire for him still burning bright.

With a flourish, he reached for a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing erection. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he entered you slowly, filling you completely.

You moaned at the sensation, your body adjusting to his size and penetration. He began to set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with powerful thrusts.

The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room along with your ragged breaths and sinful moans. It was as if you were two souls perfectly attuned to each other's desires, lost in a symphony of pleasure and passion.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he fucked you relentlessly.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with each thrust, his cock hitting your G-spot with precision. You cried out, the pleasure-pain washing over you like a tidal wave.

Changkyun's eyes locked onto yours, the hunger in them growing more intense with each passing moment. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against your body with a ferocity that was both painful and exhilarating.

You could feel your orgasm building, the tension in your body reaching a breaking point. Your walls clenched around him, stilling his movements for a moment as he groaned, his erection twitching inside you.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let me feel you come around me."

With those words, you shattered beneath him like fragile glass, every nerve ending on fire as you rode out wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss. Changkyun's movements grew erratic as he chased his own release, thrusting into you with abandon until he finally found his own sweet release.

With a guttural cry, he emptied himself, and you held him close as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, your hearts pounding in sync as you slowly came back down to earth.

You lay tangled together, limbs intertwined, basking in the afterglow of merging of two souls into one.

As your breathing returned to normal, Changkyun rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Changkyun's fingers traced lazy circles on your skin. With a contented sigh, you turned to him, a question lingering on your lips.

"Changkyun, what do you do for a living?" you asked, curiosity piqued by the enigmatic man beside you.

He let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Ah, the fancy world of art brokering," he responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm just a middleman, making deals to appease wealthy collectors."

"Well, well, look at you, Mr. Art Expert," you teased, unable to resist poking fun at him.

Changkyun's grin widened, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea," he said playfully but with a knowing tone. "But someone's got to do it, right?"

Lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Changkyun turned to you, a question lingering on his lips. "You know, I've been thinking about what I saw earlier, about your art and the passion you clearly have.”

Changkyun's gaze softened, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I’m thinking," he began, his voice gentle, "Y/N, your talent, your passion—it's undeniable. And I believe that with the right guidance, you could achieve great things."

You looked at him, surprise flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity tinged with excitement.

"I mean, I see potential in you that I don't often see in people," Changkyun explained, his gaze never leaving yours. "And I want to help you harness that potential, reach for the stars. Would you like that?"

His words filled you with a mix of wonder and gratitude, and you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "Yes, I-I would," you stammered, feeling honored and touched by his offer.

Changkyun smiled, a warmth spreading across his face. "Good. Then let's start by visiting my gallery tomorrow," he said, and you felt a surge of pride and excitement.

"Your gallery?" you asked, not quite believing it.

"Yes, my gallery. It's where I showcase the best art I can find, and I think you should be a part of it," he said, his hand still tracing patterns on your skin.

Your heart swelled at his offer. To have someone like Changkyun believe in you and your work—it was a dream come true. "I don't know what to say," you murmured, overcome with emotion.

Changkyun reached out and took your hand in his, his touch reassuring. "You don't have to say anything honey," he said softly. "I want to do this for you."

And true to his word, Changkyun became not only your mentor but also your partner and patron. Together, you attended gallery openings, networking events, and exhibitions. With him by your side, you felt unstoppable.

As an artist in her mid-20s who grew up in a regular town, it's still hard for you to believe this is your life now. Changkyun has shown you so much of the world already—trips to Berlin, Rome and Paris for art shows—and there are even bigger things planned on the horizon.

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the bedside table. The screen illuminates, displaying a text from Changkyun.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I have an early meeting and just wanted to remind you that I won't be home for breakfast. There's money on the kitchen counter if you need anything. Have a great day! xx"

You smile and yawn simultaneously at his sweet message. Changkyun has been such a wonderful boyfriend - well, more like sugar daddy - since you started dating a few months ago. Not only is he incredibly generous, but he's also so supportive of your art career, and he continues to give you opportunities and connections that you could have only dreamed of before.

You stretch your limbs under the soft sheets before getting out of bed. Padding barefoot across your - his - apartment, which is filled with artwork both have collected together over the past months, you find his handwritten note: "Have a beautiful day, love," accompanied by a stack of bills.

But perhaps what surprises you the most about this new life is how amazing it feels when Changkyun fucks you. It feels real, not transactional like you thought it would at first (not that there's anything wrong with that). The way he makes love to every inch of your body sometimes makes you feel like you’re going to melt away into nothingness.

The memory comes rushing back as you stare at his note, a warm flush of desire spreading through you. The way he looks at you with those dark eyes, full of a warmth and hunger that's so intoxicating. His large hands skimming over your skin, leaving sparks under his touch. The way his lips move against your own, each kiss deepening the connection between you.

You shake your head to clear the images from your mind. You had work to do. Lately, you’ve been feeling inspired to create a new series of paintings based on the experiences you’ve been livng with Changkyun.

As you set up your easel and lay out your paints, you let yourself drift back into those memories for inspiration. It's like flicking through a rolodex of the most vivid fantasies—Changkyun fucking you in your Paris hotel room; Changkyun fucking you against the floor-to-ceiling window of his gallery; Changkyun eating you out on the rooftop terrace of his New York penthouse.

The familiar heat between your legs grows more intense as you picture each scene in vivid detail. You can practically feel his hands on your body, his mouth on yours. Your nipples pucker beneath your thin cotton top as you remember how it feels when he takes them into his mouth one by one, sucking and biting until you’re gasping for air.

You slide a hand down over the curve of your hip to slip under the waistband of your panties. Your pussy already soaked with need, hot and swollen as you circle two fingers over your clit. You moan softly to yourself.

Lost in fantasy, you don't hear the door open or feel the presence behind you until it's too late. "Naughty girl," a low voice murmurs right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You should know better than to play with yourself without permission."

You turn your head to find Changkyun standing there, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of desire as you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly. "I couldn't help it. I was just thinking about you and—" Before you can finish the sentence, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to your feet. His eyes are dark with hunger as he captures your lips in a ruthless kiss.

"Turn around," he growls against your mouth.

Your knees go weak at the command in his voice, but you manage to do as he says. You face the easel again, bracing yourself against it with both hands. A moment later, you hear the sound of fabric rustling, followed by Changkyun's hand coming down to fondle your ass cheek, before you could blink a hard slap came.

"Mmm… such a pretty little slut," he purrs. "Did you enjoy teasing yourself while you thought of me?"

"Yes," you moan, arching into another spank.

He chuckles low in his throat before trailing hot kisses down the curve of your spine. Your t-shirt pushed up around your shoulders now, leaving your back bare for him to feast upon. Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making you ache for more.

He reached for your panties and immediately tugged them down until they were pooling around your ankles. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you steady as cool air rushed over your exposed flesh.

"Mmm… look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs appreciatively. "So wet and prepared for me." You whimper as his fingers brush over your soaked folds, teasing you with light, feathery touches. "Please, Changkyun," you moan. "I need you."

He chuckles again and slides two fingers deep inside you in one smooth motion. Your walls clench around him, still as tight and eager as the first time he ever touched you like this. "Is this what you need, sweetheart? Or do you prefer my cock—huh?—filling up this greedy little hole?"

His thumb find your clit and rubs slow circles over the sensitive nub as he sets a punishing pace with his fingers. Each thrust is like a shockwave rippling through you from head to toe, building the pressure in your core higher and higher until you’re on the edge of pure bliss.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" he growls. "Tell me how badly you need it."

"So fucking bad," You moan desperately. "Please, daddy, let me cum for you." He grins against your skin before pulling his hand away completely. Making you whine at the loss of contact but you get silenced by a sharp gasp as something much bigger takes its place.

"Oh fuck," you pant as he slowly sinks into you inch by agonizing inch. He feels so good stretching you open like this—the perfect combination of hard and soft that always leaves you craving more. When his hips are flush against yours, he rests a hand on the small of your back to hold you steady.

"Better?" You can hear that smug smile in his voice even without looking at him.

"So much better," you breathe out.

Without any warning or hesitation, Changkyun pulls back and slams forward again with enough force to knock the (easel) breath right out of your lungs. He sets a relentless pace right from the start—every thrust deeper and harder than the last—as if trying to fuck all thoughts from your mind except for him.

You cling to the easel for dear life, moaning and gasping like a wanton slut as he uses you. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the air, along with the scent of sex and sweat. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly with each thrust, your orgasm just out of reach. "Please," begging him to let you finish. "I'm so close daddy."

Changkyun grunts in response, but it's not clear if he heard you or if he even cares. Then his hand wraps around your hip, angling it just so to change the angle of his cock—right against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your walls clamp down on him instinctively as the ecstasy crashes over you. Vaguely aware of loud moans filling the room—neither one of you is able nor willing to hold back anymore—as Changkyun fucks you through your orgasm until he's coming too, pulsing hot and heavy inside you.

You stay like that for a few moments until your breathing slows down and your heart rates return to normal. Changkyun finally slips out of you with a low groan before turning you around to face him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Then you're hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. Your legs feel like jelly, and you grab onto his shoulders for support, feeling light-headed from the intensity of your session.

Changkyun raises an eyebrow, concern flickering in his gaze as he steadies you. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You manage a sheepish grin, feeling slightly embarrassed by your body's dramatic reaction. "I think my body is protesting the lack of food," you confess.

And if you weren’t flustered enough, your stomach growled loudly, protesting the lack of sustenance, and you can't help but feel a pang of shyness.

Changkyun quirks an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he notices your predicament. "Hungry, are we?" he teases, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I think I might've forgotten to eat breakfast," you mumble sheepishly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Changkyun's expression softens, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "Let's get some food into you before you faint on me," he says gently, guiding you to the kitchen where he prepares you a quick breakfast of pancakes and fresh fruit.

You sat at the kitchen table, nibbling on your pancakes while Changkyun went about his preparations. The embarrassment you felt earlier had dissipated, leaving only warmth in its place. He was like a comforting blanket, wrapping around you when your world threatened to crumble.

Your gaze wandered towards him, taking in every detail of his face as he moved. The way his lips curved upwards in a half-smile was always enough to make your heart flutter. There was an intensity to him that was both alluring and terrifying, but you knew that he was also capable of tenderness.

He placed a plate of fresh fruit in front of you, a slice of watermelon artistically arranged, surrounded by raspberries and strawberries. It was a tiny gesture, but it meant the world to you. You had always appreciated the thought he put into even the smallest details.

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, you were sprawled out on the luxurious couch in the penthouse, gazing out at the lush greenery of Central Park. Lost in your own world of drawing and designing, you were pulled back to reality by Changkyun's captivating presence as he sweetly demanded your attention.

"Let's take a break," he suggested. "I have something that you might enjoy more than working." Intrigued, you observed as he walked over to his wooden cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of amber liquid.

"This is my favorite scotch," Changkyun explained as he poured you each a glass. "It's aged for twenty-five years in sherry casks from Spain." He handed you a glass before raising his own in a toast.

"Are we celebrating something?" You tilt your head slightly, questioning him with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Not really love," he chuckled, leaning in close to kiss your cheek. "I just wanted to share something special with you. You deserve it."

Taking a sip of the amber liquid, you were taken aback by the rich, smoky flavor that sang across your tongue. You couldn't help but let out a small moan of appreciation.

"You like it?" Changkyun asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

"I do," you admitted, taking another sip to savor the taste. "It's incredibly smooth."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you sat on the plush leather couch, sipping your drinks, the atmosphere in your shared space felt different.

“Come here,” Changkyun beckoned, his voice low and alluring, as he gracefully rose from the couch and made his way towards the grand piano that occupied a prominent corner of the room. A piano that had to be worth more than your entire art collection. The polished wood gleamed under the gentle illumination, its intricate carvings and gleaming keys a testament to its opulence.

Entranced by his magnetic presence, you followed him eagerly, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you approached, the scent of aged wood and delicate piano polish enveloped you, adding to the allure of the moment.

Reaching the piano's side, Changkyun paused, his fingers hovering tantalizingly over the smooth surface of the instrument. With a reverent touch, he traced the elegant curves of the piano's frame, a subtle smile playing upon his lips.

Without hesitation, you reached out, grasping onto his shirt and pulling him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on you.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, his touch sending shivers down your spine as his hand slid up under your hair, gripping it firmly. The intensity in his gaze never wavered as he spoke, his words dripping with sincerity and adoration.

“You’re amazing baby,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline. “I'm in awe of everything you are. I want you to know how it feels to be with someone who loves you.”

His words lingered in the air, filling you with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. And then, without missing a beat, he turned back to the piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys as he began to play.

His fingers moved across the ivory keys with effortless precision. The melody filled the room, weaving its way through the air like a delicate tapestry of sound, evoking a profuse emotions with each note.

As you listened, you were captivated by the fluidity of Changkyun's movements, the passion that infused every chord he struck. The music seemed to speak to something deep within you, stirring feelings that you had long kept hidden.

Lost in the melody, you glanced at Changkyun, marveling at the intensity of his focus as he poured his heart and soul into the performance. His eyes sparkled with a quiet determination, his expression one of pure concentration as he allowed the music to guide him.

You found yourself utterly captivated by the raw emotion woven into every note. The music seemed to transcend time and space, enveloping you in its haunting beauty and leaving you breathless in its wake.

When he finally concluded the piece, the final notes lingering in the air like a whisper, you couldn't help but be filled with awe at the experience he had just shared with you. The intensity of the moment lingered, echoing in the silence that followed.

"I didn't know you actually played the piano," you whispered softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration and surprise. It was a revelation that left you feeling even more connected to Changkyun, as if there were still depths to him waiting to be discovered.

He met your gaze with a warm smile, his eyes shining with quiet satisfaction. "Surprise," he said playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"It's just another of my hidden talents," he replied with a smirk, his lips twitching upward. "But tell me, do you like how it sounds? I know I've never played for you before."

You licked your lips nervously, trying to find the right words to convey your sincerity. "I loved it. The music is so...soothing and passionate all at once. It's unlike anything I've ever heard before."

Changkyun's ego swelled at your compliment, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you in a warm embrace. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispered, his voice low and velvety.

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over your cheek before pulling you into a warm embrace. Your body melted into his and he added, "There's always more to discover about each other, isn't there?"

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you at his light-hearted response. "Absolutely," you agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Why were you staring so hard at me?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Felt like you were gonna burn a hole through me."

His unexpected comment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but laugh at his playful act. "Do you have to be so aware of everything all the time?," you replied with a grin, feeling a rush of affection for his lighthearted spirit. "I was just mesmerized by you."

Changkyun chuckled, his laughter echoing through the room as he leaned in closer to you. "Well, I can't blame you for being dazzled by my talents," he quipped, his tone brimming with playful arrogance.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, playfully swatting at his arm. "Please," you retorted with a smirk. "Don't let that ego of yours get too big now."

Changkyun's playful banter continued, his words laced with a teasing tone that misrepresented the underlying intensity of his desire.

"Weren't you aware that flattery gets you far in life?" he remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of mischief. Despite his mocking tone, you couldn't help but sense the growing heat of his desire simmering just beneath the surface.

"I was just trying to figure out where I knew the melody from."

"Ah, that would be The Swan by Saint-Saens," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I took piano lessons as a child, but I've always loved this piece. I never thought I would have the chance to play it for someone special."

At your surprised look, he added, "And you are most definitely special, my dear. More than you could ever know."

You felt yourself blush even harder, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "You don't have to say that," you murmured, looking down at the floor.

"But I do," Changkyun insisted, his voice firm and full of conviction. He reached out and cupped your chin, tilted your head up so that you were looking into his eyes. "I love you, and I want you to know how much."

His words hung in the air for a moment, thick with the weight of their meaning. You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sincerity of his gaze.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly on your chin, holding your gaze. A smile slowly spread across his face, a mix of happiness and relief washing over him.

You felt your heart swell, a warmth spreading through your entire body. You wanted to say more, to tell him everything you felt, but the words were stuck in your throat. All you could do was smile back at him, a genuine smile that spoke volumes about how you felt in that moment.

Your lips locked in a passionate kiss with his and you couldn't help but melt into his arms. You gave in to the irresistible temptation of his touch as his hands explored your body, leaving a trail of heat behind them. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers slipped under your shirt.

His touch was like molten lava, searing your skin as he caressed your bare flesh, and you moaned softly as his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him as his hands continued their sensual exploration of your body, and you could feel your desire building to an almost unbearable level.

"Changkyun," you breathed, your voice thick with need as you clung to him desperately. "I want you." He pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with yours as he grinned wickedly. "I know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Haven't I always given you everything you want?"

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly began to remove your clothes. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him undress you, anticipation and desire mingling within you as he exposed your bare skin to the cool air of the room.

Once you were completely naked before him, he took a moment to admire your body, his gaze traveling over every curve and dip as if he were committing them to memory. Then, without warning, he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Where are we going?" you demanded, even as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He just gave you a smirk, and carried you over to the piano bench and setting you down gently. "Right here," he said, his voice low and seductive as he positioned himself between your legs. "I want to make love to you right here."

Your eyes widened in shock, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you at his words. "Hmm are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his eyes darkening with lust as he gazed down at you. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he murmured, his fingers tracing lightly over your skin. "I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you, right here in the middle of our living room."

Your heart raced at his words, and you could feel the heat of your arousal pooling between your thighs. As Changkyun's hands roamed over your body, you surrendered to his touch, letting out a soft moan as his fingers brushed against your sensitive nipples.

He took that as encouragement to continue exploring every inch of your skin with his mouth, savoring each bit of flesh.

“So pretty,” he growled before lowering his head to take one nipple between his lips, teasing it gently with his tongue.

You arched into him instinctively and felt a surge of wetness between your legs. His hands roamed freely over the rest of your body—tracing the curve of your hip

“What’s mine is mine alone.” while slowly slipping one finger inside you. “And you are absolutely mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped as another finger joined the first one, stretching you open even more. “All yours.” You lay there naked and vulnerable, every nerve ending on high alert, as he studied you intently.

“Perfect,” he said simply before pulling your legs from the piano bench towards him. He lifted them over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue finding your clit expertly.

You moaned and arched into him as he licked and sucked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in time with the movements of his mouth. He already knew exactly what you wanted without having to ask.

He stood up suddenly and shed the rest of his clothes quickly before returning to you. You now found yourself lying on the floor with Changkyun hovering above you, his cock hard and ready. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Then he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside you in one smooth motion.

You gasped at the sensation of being so completely full of him. He always felt incredible—thick and long and oh so perfect for you. He stilled for a moment to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and then pushing back in again.

You moved together slowly at first, both of you savoring the feeling of your bodies joined like this. But soon your movements became more urgent as the edge approached.

You gripped onto one of the piano legs for support as Changkyun pounded into you relentlessly. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body until finally, you were both teetering on the brink.

“Come for me, baby,” Changkyun growled as he hit that perfect spot deep inside you one final time. “now please.”

You shattered around him in a cascade of pleasure that left you breathless. His own orgasm followed yours closely; you could feel him pulsing inside you as you both rode out the waves of bliss.

Afterwards, you lay together on the floor, panting and sweaty but utterly satisfied. Changkyun pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "So, so much baby."

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too," you replied, snuggling closer to him.

#changkyun imagines #changkyun scenarios #changkyun monsta x #im changkyun #changkyun #changkyun smut #monsta x smut #i.m monsta x #I.M smut

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minimujina · 22 days ago

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in pursuit of truth and companionship

xiangli yao is a smart, smart man. he has done a lot of growing and maturing in the course of his life, but not so much at once as he did when he met one particular person. see, something he has parsed out for himself is that he need not sever his pursuit of truth from the companionship of others—though it took much more than just personal intuition to learn that lesson.

it started with the old friend of yao’s youth, who, though he is long gone, has left perhaps the deepest impact on the man’s heart. the rover, then, ignited a particular warmth in him which soothed the leftover ache—it was comforting, all-encompassing affection that opened his heart to the kind of companionship he longed for. it was pleasant. yao looked at himself and saw not just an academic, but a human amongst other humans; he felt his heart beating in sync with the rover’s, with mortefi’s, with baizhi’s, with zhezhi’s. he realized he did not want to live in neglect of the softness that he inevitably possessed; he believed there must be a way to both pursue the truth of the world—finding groundbreaking solutions and engineering new technologies to sustain civilization—and also leave room for other people in his heart. there had to be a way. without connection to humanity, scientists would risk losing sight of the real goal.

you offered yao an apple; he declined with a reserved smile. you shrugged and bit into the sweet fruit yourself, humming in delight, swaying your feet, resting your head on xiangli yao’s shoulder. it was quiet, it was good. despite it all—the lament, the imminent destruction of human civilization—somewhere, birds were singing and bugs were thriving; the grass was green under your picnic blanket, and you sat beneath a healthy tree next to someone with whom near anything could be enjoyed. meanwhile, xiangli yao tuned in to the crunch of the apple as you bit into it, and he visualized the waves in the air, visualized your humming and the shuffling rustling bustling of your clothes and the grass and the leaves. the world, in his eyes, seemed so much more alive in your presence.

you were no resonator, but yao liked to imagine you must emit some kind of special frequency. you were too good, too pure. he could see it in his imagination when he looked at you—like an angelic halo of light, enveloping your form with the delicate hand of some otherworldly, divine power. you may not resonate the same way he does, no, but yao was certain that your very existence harmonized with the ebb and flow of solaris iii’s vibrations.

with locked pinkies, yao and his muse sat in silence, savoring the peace and contentment derived from the presence of another soul so alike in nature. it was quiet love, unassuming, forgiving, patient; you were all small smiles and gentle touches, and he was all the same.

yao liked to tie your shoes for you, since you had a lazy streak; as it turns out, carelessly throwing shoestrings into a loose knot is not enough to make it through the day, but you could not be bothered. so it was becoming a challenge for him to tie them in such a way that your rowdiness could not undo the work. and, say, perhaps you had schemed the lazy shoe-tying, so that he would develop such an intimate and domestic habit—but ah, well, some secrets are best kept as they are.

you liked to bring him lunch—for xiangli yao, the man that he was, had a horrible habit of forgetting to eat. with a blindness to time, poor interoceptive awareness, and the pinpoint focus of a laser, he hardly noticed when he grew hungry in the midst of his work; it was like his body was completely incognizant of its own needs. so you took it upon yourself to check in at lunchtime, very forcefully “suggesting” that he eat. as a result, his coworkers had grown very fond of you in all the time you spent around them.

and truly, there were none so taken with xiangli yao as you—his other half, as he liked to call you. he possessed a certain charm, and anyone who met the man could attest to his humble smile and quiet strength, those qualities that drew people in much more than he realized. but none were so fortunate as you to wake up every day and melt over the man all over again. internally, you could not fathom his existence, could not process his love for you, could not cope with the fact that you belonged to each other. all you could do was trace the lines of his handsome face with your hands, studying each groove and blemish, burning the image of his smile into your retinas so you may never part from the warmth you felt upon seeing it. to be away from him felt almost painful at times, if only because his presence alone was soothing and regulating, and perhaps you’d gotten too used to the privilege. he enjoyed teasing you about that, too.

if anything, xiangli yao has found that deep human connection can only serve to further motivate him in his search for truth, certainly not to hold him back, as he previously feared.

with his abilities, he had felt a sense of duty from a young age to put himself to work, to be a leader among the brilliant minds at the forefront of science. he could not be distracted, he could not let anything hinder his progress. he felt he would somewhat fail humanity otherwise—much too big a burden for just one man to bear.

all this time, that fear has clashed with something deep inside of him that could not shake the desire for companionship. he practically tore himself into shreds, afraid it would disservice the progress of humanity for him to do anything other than put his brain to work. but at the same time, his heart was so soft, and he longed so inexplicably much for someone to just see him.

and then, just like that, yao’s innermost wish had been granted. the war waging in his mind, body, and soul finally came to a standstill—he made friends, and he felt wanted for something other than his abilities. he had not felt such a feeling since his youth.

further, he found that having dear companions boosted his mood and health, which in turn benefitted his research. he could no longer remember why he had always believed so adamantly that relationships were distractions, and something to be feared. perhaps it was an idea he gleaned from his father, whether intentional from the man or not.

as it turns out, some of the most profound truths can be found within the human soul. xiangli yao has discovered this to be true just knowing you; he has found it to be true in the crevices of your palm, in the wrinkles of your skin, in the color of your eyes. he has come to know so much more about the world since knowing you. and he finds himself all the more eager to search for answers, knowing he has someone so dear to love and protect in this world.

#xiangli yao x reader #ish drabble i kinda have proofread because i wrote it in pieces but not rly cause its not meant to be much #fighting against myself to jsut post it instead of sitting on it for months👋#kinda also serves as a character analysis as i try to understand him #i hope it is not too far off #mujimade #xiangli yao #yao x reader #xiangli yao wuwa #wuwa #wuthering waves #wuwa x reader

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sxypnk · 2 months ago

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You and suguru geto? Just friends? Yeah, right. You’ve had a tough crush on him since you were kids. From that first moment you saw him, you just knew.

And you thought he felt the same way, too.

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

"Hey, yn, I promise you that when we grow up, we're going to get married, alright?"

You stared at his pinky, a mix of surprise and affection swirling in your chest, your laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that made his heart race as you intertwined your pinkies.

"Okay, we will get married when we are older...and have a family!"

He grinned widely at your playful declaration, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"And I’ll be the best dad ever,"

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪

As time passed, the bond that once brought you together began to fade, even though you maintained the same circle of friends; the connection felt more distant and less meaningful than it had in those carefree days.

One day, everything felt like it had shifted back, but in a bittersweet way; it seemed almost forbidden to still have feelings for him. Your gazes would lock more often than either of you would dare to admit, his eyes tracing your every move just as yours did for him, creating an unspoken tension that hung thick in the air.

The unspoken connection pulsed between you, an electric thrill that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Each accidental brush of hands sent shivers down your spine, igniting memories of laughter and shared secrets that lingered in your mind. You both played this intricate dance, pretending indifference while your hearts betrayed the truth—each moment together felt like a delicious temptation, reminding you of what was lost and what could still be. Despite the weight of hesitation, the desire to break the silence and reclaim what you once had grew stronger with every fleeting glance.

"Hey!" you screamed, surprised, as your arm was pulled into the shadows of a dark room.

You remained motionless as the space shrank, enveloped by the warmth of a body holding you tightly.

Your arms were tucked by your side as this warm presence enveloped you.

You were confused on who it was as you inhaled, before his familiar scent filled your senses—the fragrance of your childhood crush, your bestfriend, the man you were destined to marry.

Each breath brought with it the familiar scent of the man you once played with in sandboxes, the boy who helped patch you up after a bad fall, the one who would push you on the swing until his arms grew tired. Memories flooded back of the laughter you shared, building castles in the sand and dreaming of the future, when life felt simple and love was innocent. Could he still see you as that little girl, unencumbered and carefree, or had time reshaped everything about your connection?

“Hey, do you remember those summers we spent in the sandbox?” you asked, smiling at the thought.

“Of course,” he replied,

“You always built better castles.”

You giggled as you recalled the memories. “Yeah, and you were the one who decorated with seashells like they were treasures.”

“Well, they were. I always thought we were building something special.”

Even though it was dark and the light under the door was the only thing you could see, you met his gaze. “We did. It felt special back then.”

“Ynieee, where are you?” Gojo called out down the hall, prompting a laugh to escape your lips while you were nestled in Suguru's arms.

You were about to break free from his grip when he tightened it instead.

“Just a little longer, please,” he murmured.

Barely able to discern each other's facial features, your expression softened at his words.

Gently, you wrapped your arms around him, and as you melted into him, his tense body began to relax.

After a moment, he released you and tenderly cupped your jaw, brushing his lips against your forehead.

As he stepped into the brightness, the contrast between the shadows of the room and the sunlight illuminated the tension in his expression, revealing a flicker of uncertainty beneath his composed exterior, leaving you with a lingering sense of both intrigue and worry as he disappeared down the corridor.

As the door closed, enloping you in darkness once again, you stood there, stunned, struggling to comprehend what had just occurred. This was unprecedented; he had never even rested his arm on your shoulder before, much less embraced you.

As you processed the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin, a rush of conflicting emotions swirled inside you.

Was it merely a fleeting moment of nostalgia or something deeper rekindling? You desperately tried to shake off the thoughts of your childhood promise, the pinky swear that seemed so innocent back then, now overshadowed by the weight of unspoken feelings that had grown between you over the years.

He had always been more than just a friend, the boy who had vowed to be your future; he had captured your heart long ago. Yet, here you stood, struggling with the reality of the present, where your feelings were masked by a veneer of casual friendship.

Each minute felt like a lifetime as you replayed that embrace in your mind, the way his body felt against yours, the way his breath brushed your hair. You wondered if he could sense the same longing that you felt—a desire to bridge the gap between your past and present, to reclaim not just the laughter of the sandbox but also the spark that had flickered in the shadows. Perhaps it was time to unravel the unspoken tension and take a daring step forward, to find out if those childhood dreams could become a reality that transcended mere friendship.

#jjk #getou suguru x reader #sxypnk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk suguru #jjk fluff #𝙍𝙔𝙉'𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆✧˚ · .#jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen

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angeldeviloshi · 5 days ago

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Ok on a more serious note, this chapter happened at an interesting timing when I dropped the whole bitterness and snow analysis thread + that blurb about Denji continuing to live in a dream as Chainsaw Man as he watches the moment he kills Aki on TV, the trigger to Makima breaking him, the cycle he pulls himself into to avoid the bitterness of reality that comes with being "normal". Especially with him coughing up the Snow devil when Asa tells him about how there's still hope, still something to live for, that it's worth eating a crappy hamburger piled up with all the crappy things in life for because DENJI, Chainsaw Man, said that to her while trying to save her during the Falling Devil arc. It's Asa relaying to Denji the dream he gave himself when he's watching himself at what can be considered his lowest point. And it's... kinda poignant actually as triumphant as this set-up appears. Especially with Denji berating himself for his ignorance, for his simple instincts from the way he pathologises his happiness, as hunger, as horniness in the previous chapter. Which he has done before in ch.92 in his conversation with Kobeni.

Denji coughing up the snow as snow befalls them, the snow that marks his growth into the eldest sibling in Aki's place, that ushered Aki's death, that made his hands cold. So cold that Makima warms with her tea as she leads him to the door, that warmth he cooks her with and the warmth that grows into fire that devours his house, devours family, his fans, and leaving him cold again with Nayuta's head on the sushi belt. Framed with this conversation with AsaYoru about the loss of family, Asa with her mother, the domestic role Aki assumes in hykw fam, the ghost and structure of family that Denji inherits, (blurb about Aki's shared role with Makima in the context of motherhood here that's actually surprisingly relevant with the tree?? LMAO) Yoru with the Gun Devil as her brethren, as part of her legacy as War, the Gun fiend as part of Denji's legacy as Chainsaw Man. The sushi left him cold with family in the aftermath of the perverse passion he has with AsaYoru in the alleyway, and the snow carries with it again, the ghost of family after the kiss.

This isn't shown in the translated version of ch.181. But the text reads "Despair ignites instinct." And then ch.182 opens with the tagline "Transferring hope by mouth."

Yoru igniting Denji's instincts, his horniness just as he was grieving, reflecting on his regrets, his guilt, crying and being the child he is in Aging's world. The world that strips Denji of his identity as Chainsaw Man, that strips AsaYoru of her motherhood in her usage of Gun as her child. Both of whom Aging regards as "not mature enough" as they send them to their world to have them "grow up" with time like a tree. Denji and Asa locked out of the world they were forced to grow up too fast in because of the way it operates using children like them, its constructs of violence represented by Yoru as War, who does not have the patience to take the time to "grow up", who must make her presence known to the world, so she rushes things, forcing the maturity through the kiss onto Asa and Denji once again so they'll be able to leave, return to the bitter "real world". The bitterness that haunts Denji, that pushes him into the dream of being Chainsaw Man through Asa as the love interest, the girlfriend, the luxurious sushi in her desire to save and connect with him. Chainsaw Man is meguca!!! (Will make a separate post about AsaYoru later bc I also have thoughts about them.)

Btw the tagline here says "A frozen downpour."

And look, I know this post has a lot of yapping about symbolisms and stuff, but I don't want to get too ahead of myself about what happens next, cuz that's not the point of this post! That shot with Power and Aki could also just be a flashback of their trip to Hokkaido like. Even the outfits are the same and Denji could be having the snow memory filter on due to association.

I also hope it's clear that I don't make these posts to "uncover the truth of csm" or fjmt's mind, they're just my personal observations that I brainrot about because of relevant themes I'm interested in and seeing them touched on in some way in new chapters is fun and I just want to share it and find people who share the vision or brainrot lol. I'm just here to have a good time.

#csm 182 #csm spoilers #csm denji #csm yoru #asa mitaka #kobeni #aki hayakawa #hayakawa family #csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man analysis

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cher-rei · 2 months ago

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all yours— kobbie mainoo [ K.M]

all I wanted was you [paramore– all I wanted]

pairing: kobbie mainoo x fem!reader

summary: you're a little messy but kobbie doesn't care. as long as you're in his arms.

genre(s): situationship, reader is low-key in a toxic relationship, slight angst

[w.c: 1.2k] masterlist

notes: I'm so sorry that this took forever 😭 I've been busy with school and stuff but it's here! @kobbiesmainoo

you were there again.

for the fourth time in 2 weeks.

the moments that led up to you finding yourself sleeping on the familiar yet suffocating bed was something you always seemed to forget. one moment you were at home in bed answering a text message, and the next you were giving in to the intoxicating feeling of kobbie's lips trailing down your neck.

you tried to fight it. fight him. because you knew it was wrong— every single nerve in your body knew that letting the footballer lay even a finger on you was wrong, and that it was meant for your boyfriend. the boy you've been with for the past 2 years, the person you shared your bed with.

but kobbie was the one who shared your secrets, your heart's desires and the spark igniting whenever he was near.

as consciousness crept in, recollection of the evening clouded your mind. the familiar ceiling above seemed to spin, like a merry-go-round slowing to a stop. your gaze drifted to the figure beside you, shrouded in shadows.

memories trickled in, fragmented and hazy. your boyfriend’s hurtful words, your desperate need for solace, and your rage filled steps that led you to the same place as always. kobbie's apartment. his name echoed through your mind. his charming yet comforting smile dropping the second he opened the door to reveal your dishevelled state.

it was your fault this time around. you pulled him in. he tried to talk to you— genuine concern lacing his voice as he lead you to the living room for a proper retell of the story. but it was the same as always, and just as always you needed nothing more than to be pulled into his embrace.

as you slowly opened your eyes, the warmth of kobbie's body brought a mix of emotions. familiarity and comfort mingled with guilt and anxiety. his gentle breathing and peaceful expression eased your initial panic. your secrets meet ups, initially a refuge from your toxic relationship. had evolved into something more.

kobbie's hand, still wrapped around your waist, felt like a lifeline. you recalled the tender touch, the soothing words, and the eventual surrender to your suppressed feelings. the boundaries between friendship and something more had blurred a long time ago, and no matter how wrong you both knew it was, you'd still find yourself in his bed— his head resting on your chest as you ran your fingers down his bare back.

as you looked at him, his features bathed in the moonlight, your heart swelled. his presence made you feel seen, heard and valued. the connection was beyond physical intimacy; it was deep and understanding.

kobbie stirred, his eyes locking onto yours. a soft smile spread across his face and he whispered, “can't sleep?”

you were hesitant to speak, the guilt still fresh on your chest where his head was. instead you shook your head, opting for no verbal communication just in case you broke down. there was too much on your mind and the last thing you could handle was kobbie caring about you.

something you realised not too long ago was that a part of you wished that he was a stranger, that there were no feelings involved in this. sure it would still be as bad, you'd be facing similar guilt and perhaps regret but at least you wouldn't hate yourself for wasting his time.

“oh no, angel, please don't cry,” kobbie said hushed, getting up to sit upright to face you properly.

you didn't even notice the few tears that trailed down your cheeks until you were gently pulled back into his embrace, but this time you couldn't help but pull away. you could only imagine how confused he must've looked in that moment, but your mind was racing and you needed to clear your head.

“I need to leave.”

you got out of his bed, trying your best to out on your sweatpants that were somewhere on the floor along with your shirt. kobbie's confused and slightly hurt voice echoed from behind you, questions spewing out faster than you could register. instead, muffled apologies left your lips that still tasted like his.

“at least let me drive you home,” he said in slight panic as he followed you out the room. “can you at least look at me and–”

“kobbie, can you just give me a minute please?!” you whipped around to face him, his expression shattered— reflecting your own.

“I just…” your voice died out in the silence of the night. a conflicted groan echoed and your hands were once again in your hair, pulling at the roots in frustration.

although he was hesitant, kobbie still took a step towards you. he called your name in a gentle whisper and reached to take your trembling hands into his. his eyes searched your face for answers but there was nothing. “talk to me.”

he was so genuine, everything about him. the way he held you in his arms, how attentive he was when listening to you. it was all too much and what did you give him return? a few hours whenever you felt like getting away? it made you sick that he was okay with this.

“you don’t deserve this kobbie.” it came out just above a whisper, your throat burning with the urge to burst into tears once again.

his eyebrows drew into a thin line. “deserve what?”

“whatever this–-” you gestured between the two of you. “--is. you deserve to be with someone that can give every bit of themselves without having to hide because they can't get their shit together.”

of course, he told you not to talk about yourself like that, but it left a bitter taste in your mouth. it was wrong, and all you could do was shake your head and attempt to get out of his grip but he held on tight enough— his desperation evident in his touch.

“I don't care,” he said stubbornly, forcing you to look at him. “I don't care, as long as you're with me. I don't care that everyone thinks that you're happy with your relationship because you're still in my arms.”

“we can't keep–”

“yes we can!” his voice raised suddenly and it made your heart jump, the glossy look in his eyes making you swallow the bile in your throat. “I know you're happy with me, and that's all I need. I couldn't give two shits about him because I know that we work.”

the warmth of kobbie's hand cupped your cheek, and once again you felt yourself unravelling in front of him. you felt pathetic for crying but he made sure to remind you that it was okay— that you were okay. your muffled and hiccuped apologies drowned out in his embrace, the feeling of his lips placing a gentle kiss on your temple triggering the water works.

your tightened your grip around his torso, the thought of leaving him sounding worse than death itself. you loved him so much. but you knew better than to say it aloud, or at least not until it was clear that there were no more grey areas in your relationship.

but for now, he was more than content with having you behind closed doors. as long as he knew that you were all his.

“I'm yours. I promise.”

#cherrei writes #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football imagine #fanfic #kobbie mainoo x reader #kobbie mainoo #manchester united #man united #manchester united x reader

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luvvictoria · 9 months ago

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Trouble // Diavolo

( ♡ ) pairing : Diavolo x human!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader,, age gap , NOT PROOF READ , this is happening in lessons 56 so if you didn't reach that lesson read at your own risk , Diavolo POV

" I've known you for quite some time now , yet there's still so much I don't know about you , isn't there ? " I chuckle softly and look up at the sky. After a short moment of admiring the night sky, I look back at her and carefully observe her gentle features illuminated by the moonlight "If you're open to it, I would really enjoy the chance to do these things with you more often. It would be wonderful to spend more time together. " I said and could feel my cheeks burning red .

I gathered all my courage and blurted out, " [name], I have something important to tell you." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air as I paused, feeling my heart race in my chest. The world seemed to grow smaller, suffocating me. I could feel the intensity of my emotions threatening to spill over, consuming me entirely.

"The truth is..." I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze her hand tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance. The warmth of her touch provided a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos swirling within me. But as I looked down at our intertwined fingers, I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze.

My palms grew clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. The fear of rejection gnawed at my insides, threatening to unravel the fragile thread holding my emotions together. Doubts and insecurities flooded my mind, questioning whether I was making a mistake by baring my soul to her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if I ruined our friendship? What if I ruined everything ?

But then, as if sensing my turmoil, I saw her smiling at me. That smile... it was like a beacon of hope, a lifeline in the midst of my stormy sea of emotions. It was a smile that had the power to melt away my fears and doubts, reminding me of the countless moments we had shared together. It was that smile that had first captivated me, that had ignited a spark within me, leading me down this treacherous path. Then I remembered when she first smiled at me . She smiled, and I knew… I was in trouble

In that moment, the weight on my shoulders seemed to lighten, and a sense of clarity washed over me. I realized that no matter the outcome, our connection was worth the risk. The love I felt for her was too powerful to be contained any longer.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and steady my racing heart. With a newfound determination, I finally confessed, "I love you." The words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, as I awaited her response, hoping against hope that she would reciprocate the depth of my feelings.

In that moment, time stood still. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a fragile bubble of anticipation.

I could feel the warmth of her touch as she cupped my cheeks, her eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. In that moment, it felt as though she could see straight into my soul, calming the storm of emotions swirling within me.

Her gentle gaze was like a soothing balm, easing the tension in my body and filling me with a sense of peace. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the depth of her gaze .

As our lips met, it felt like the world around us disappeared. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a rush of euphoria unlike anything I had ever experienced before. In that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

As we pulled away, our eyes locked in a silent understanding of the depth of our connection. I knew then that this was just the beginning of something truly special, a love that would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

With a smile that reached her eyes, she whispered, "I love you." And in that moment, I knew that I had found my soulmate, my partner in life, and my forever love.

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#obey me diavolo #diavolo fluff #diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me lord diavolo #diavolo x mc #obey me x you #obey me! x reader #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me x reader #obey me!#obey me #x reader #om! diavolo

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jewels-writes · 1 year ago

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Surviving the Crash (Part 3)

Fandom: Call of Duty Word count: 1,134 Warnings: suggestive actions, near-smut but not quite smut, not proofread (as always lmfao) Part 1 Part 2 — — — —

It was late when you and Price made your way back to your tent, hand in hand, which he insisted was for comfort only. The rest of the 141 were already asleep, their drunken snores filling the room. Price chuckled lightly to himself, seeing his boys like this. It brought him a sense of peace.

Price and you made your way to your shared bunk. He held the ladder the same as last time, ensuring you’d be able to safely get up to your bed. As you lifted your leg to begin climbing, it felt oddly weak, and you grunted, stumbling forward when it couldn’t carry your weight. “Easy, soldier.” His hand snaked around your waist, steadying you. His hold was firm, and a very big part of you wanted to stay in it. “Can you get up there? Or do you need to sleep in my bed?” His voice was whispered so as not to wake the rest of the people around him. But it came out a lot more husky than he had intended and far more intimate as well. He realized it as soon as you did and quickly clarified, clearing his throat as he did so. “Not- not with me. Just- we’d switch beds until you’re feeling up to climbing. Christ..” He chuckled to himself softly, the sound of it music to your ears.

“Subtle.” You teased him with a small smile. “That would be nice. I appreciate it, Price.” As you looked up to him, your breath caught. He was much closer than you thought he’d be. And much more handsome than you remembered him being. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours, flickering to somewhere lower on your face before back up again, a silent question.

“Subtility is my specialty, love.” His voice had dropped an octave as he leaned closer, your back pressing against the ladder, his chest pressing against yours. Despite his advances, he held a tone of caution and hesitation. He didn’t want you to feel trapped in his infatuation with you. He stopped when he was an inch or so away from your lips, your breaths mingling with his.

“Something on your mind?” You whispered, your eyes looking down to his lips, your desire clear in your expression.

“You, love.” He murmured, staying where he was. His hand trailed down your back, resting on your hip. “Always you.”

“Price..” You breathed, closing the distance between you two. The kiss was gentle and sweet, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he pressed himself against you. The world around you seems to fade away. The tender kiss ignites a spark that quickly grows into an all-consuming flame. His touch was both gentle and possessive, his hand caressing your cheek with a restrained need for more.

Price deepened the kiss, his lips parting slightly to invite you in. His tongue brushed against yours, coaxing a soft sigh of pleasure from deep within you. The taste of him was intoxicating, familiar yet electrifyingly new. It was a dance of desire and longing, a connection forged in the depths of the night.

His hand slid from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. The weight of his body pressed against yours, and the warmth and strength of him enveloped you in a passionate embrace. It's a moment of surrender, of allowing the fire between you both to consume your rational thoughts. You wanted him here and now.

Lost in the intensity of the kiss, you found yourself craving more of him, your body yearning to be closer, to merge with his. But as if sensing this, Price broke the kiss, and his breath came in ragged gasps. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes locked on yours with a mix of desire and restraint.

“We should... We should slow down,” Price panted, his voice filled with a blend of desire and internal struggle. “I want you, love... God, I want you so much. But I don't want to rush this. I want it to be perfect. I want to give you everything you deserve.”

“Why not now..?” Your voice came between your ragged breaths. Your hands still wandered along his body, craving more. Craving him.

Price's breath hitched at the desperation in your voice, his desire mirrored in his eyes. He felt the hunger in your touch, the urgency that matched his own. Something in the back of his mind told him to stop, that he was your captain, and this was wrong.

“Love, believe me, nothing would make me happier than to give myself to you right now,” Price confessed, his voice filled with a mix of longing and restraint. His hands gently held yours, preventing them from wandering further, knowing he didn’t have much restraint left in him. “But I need to make sure you're safe and healed. I don't want to take advantage of this moment.”

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his desire, he saw your disappointment. “I'll give you everything, darling. Just give me the chance to do it right. Let me be sure that you're ready, that this is what you truly want. We'll have our time, I swear it.” He placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, his touch a gentle reassurance.

“Can we cuddle at least?” You asked, your voice small as self-doubt ran through your mind. Price's heart softened at the vulnerability in your voice. He gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, offering you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, love,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. “Come here.”

Carefully, he guided you away from the ladder and into the cozy confines of his bed. He pulled away the covers, creating a space for both of you. His bed was inviting, the scent of clean sheets mingled with his subtle cologne. As you settled down, Price spooned himself against your back, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

His body radiated warmth and comfort, his embrace enveloped you like a safe cocoon. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. You couldn’t deny just how safe you felt with him behind you. Like his presence was armor to the rest of the world.

“You're safe here with me, my darling.” He whispered, his quiet voice soothing you, his lips brushing against your ear in his closeness. “I'll keep you close, protect you with everything I am.”

His presence alone was enough to lull you to a peaceful sleep. Despite everything, you felt yourself melt into his tender hold. You didn’t care what your teammates would say in the morning if they saw. Right now, all you cared about was being with Price. — — — — Note: I was going to make this part entirely smut, but ended up changing my mind. Wasn't sure how everyone would respond to it going in that direction so please give me feedback, let me know if that's alright.

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Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

warnings: alludes to a sexual relationship

word count: 1.4k

note: again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines mentioned. Not to happy with the way the confessions turned out. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

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You and Mick found yourselves in the intimate sanctuary of Mick's bedroom. The room exuded a comforting warmth with a faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You gravitated towards this space, seeking solace and a connection that ran deeper than the boundaries of friendship.

The evening had begun innocently enough, with Mick inviting you over for a casual chat. your words were like brushstrokes, slowly painting each other's souls. Each sentence carried weight and meaning, your voices growing softer and more intimate as time progressed. you spoke of dreams and aspirations, of past heartaches and the lingering wounds you carried. The vulnerability you shared at that moment laid the foundation for what would unfold next.

In the depths of their conversation, Mick's gaze locked with yours, and the world around you seemed to fade away. The silence enveloped them, filled only by the anticipation hanging in the air. Your hearts beat in synchrony, each beat resonating with unspoken questions. It was a single moment, a shared glance that spoke volumes. In that instant, the weight of their connection became undeniable. Time seemed to stand still as they leaned closer, their breaths mingling. The energy crackled between you, electrifying the air with a sense of both hesitation and longing.

Without uttering a word, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. It was a kiss that carried the weight of your unspoken desires and the culmination of a connection you had both yearned for. In that embrace, the lines blurred between friendship and something more profound.

As you kissed, your bodies gravitated toward one another, seeking solace and closeness. The bed became a canvas for their emotions unspoken of, a space where you could explore the depth of your feelings in the purest form. It was a moment of surrender, a leap of faith into the unknown.

your bodies entwined, and they discovered a shared language that went beyond words. Each touch conveyed a world of emotions, igniting a fire within them that burned brighter with every passing moment. In that sacred space, you found solace, passion, and a love that defied all expectations.

Time became irrelevant as you revelled in the blissful intimacy, the world outside ceasing to exist. your bodies moved in harmony, guided by an instinctive understanding of each other's desires. The room echoed with their whispers, your voices mingling in a symphony of pleasure and affection.

And as you lay together, your bodies spent, you found solace in each other's arms. your hearts beat in unison, and the room filled with the echo of your breaths. Slowly, silence filled the room, the two not knowing how to navigate through unasked questions, unknown emotions, and unspoken truths.

"We really need to stop doing this," you said with a mix of longing and sadness as your fingers gently traced patterns on Mick's chest.

He let out a soft chuckle, his eyes filled with affection and yearning. "You're right, Schatz. Yet, we keep finding ourselves back in this same situation."

your connection was undeniable, evident in the way Mick always searched for your face in a crowd and the way they effortlessly understood each other. Conversations between the two were magnetic, filled with laughter, vulnerability, and profound intimacy. But beneath the surface, a constant tug-of-war battled between the two of you.

You sighed, your gaze shifting from Mick's eyes to his lips. "Maybe we'd be better off as friends, Mick. It's just... it's complicated."

Mick's heart skipped a beat at your words. He had wondered the same thought countless times, but the sheer thought of losing you from his life filled him with a deep ache. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice laced with yearning.

But before Mick could continue, he found himself overcome by a surge of emotion. Without hesitation, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours, a delicate and tender action that spoke volumes of the unspoken desires between the two.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but as the initial shock faded, the two of you smiled into the kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of your desires. To Mick's surprise, you responded with equal intensity, your lips meeting in a moment of perfect harmony. You melted into each other's embrace, feeling the warmth and electricity surge between them. It was a kiss that spoke volumes in a language only you understood. It was a shared understanding that your hearts had found solace and peace in each other, and they were no longer able to deny what had blossomed between them.

As you slowly pulled away, your eyes met, sparkling with love and hope. Mick softly spoke with a smile, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself."

You reached out, gently caressing Mick's cheek, a radiant smile present. "Don't apologize. That was everything I could have ever wanted."

In that instant, you knew that their love was meant to be explored and not left in the dark, that love that had found itself entwining their souls in ways they could not ignore.

Mick felt his heart swell with newfound courage as he gazed into your eyes. The depth of his feelings terrified him, but he knew it was time to share the truth that had been burning within him for years now. "Schatz," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "I'm in love with you, and honestly, I have been for years now."

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening in astonishment. You had sensed the depth of their connection, but hearing Mick's confession brought a wave of overwhelming emotions crashing over you.

Tears glazed Mick's eyes as he continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Every conversation, every shared laugh, every stolen glance has only intensified my feelings for you. You are the one who fills my thoughts, the one who makes my heart skip a beat. I've tried to fight it, to deny it, but the truth is undeniable. I am deeply in love with you."

The room seemed to hold its breath as Mick's heartfelt words hung in the air, their weight enveloping both of you. In that vulnerable moment, everything felt stripped away, leaving only the raw truth of your connection.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening in surprise. The world seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, the weight of Mick's confession hanging in the air. Slowly, a shy smile tugged on your lips, mirroring the joys that danced in your eyes.

"Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and a touch of vulnerability, "I'm in love with you too."

The weight of your confessions lifted, replaced by a profound sense of relief and an overwhelming surge of love. Your connection deepened, your souls intertwining with a newfound intensity. The walls that had separated you as friends crumbled away, leaving behind the raw, unfiltered truth of your shared love.

In the silence that followed, you allowed your emotions to settle, savouring the beauty of your newfound relationship. Mick reached out, his fingers delicately brushing against your cheek as if to reassure himself that this was not a dream but a tangible reality.

Your smile blossomed, your eyes shining with a mixture of affection and trust. "Mick," you whispered, your voice filled with unwavering certainty, "You've always held a special place in my heart."

You lay side by side in Mick's bed, your fingers gently intertwined as you basked in the warmth of your connection. Time seemed to stretch as you savoured the moment, your hearts singing in harmony.

Mick's fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin, his touch a testament to the tenderness and adoration he felt for you. With every caress, your bond deepened, and a sense of belonging washed over you.

You nestled closer, resting your head on Mick's chest, your heartbeats merging into a rhythmic melody. In the comfort of your embrace, you found solace and a haven where vulnerability was celebrated. You knew you could be your truest selves in each other's presence, without fear of judgment or rejection.

The air around you seemed to shimmer with electric revelations. At that moment, all seeds of doubt and uncertainty melted away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that the two of you were meant to be together. As you embraced each other and as you lay in each other's arms, hearts beating in perfect synchrony, you smiled, knowing that your love story would forever be etched in the tapestry of your lives. It was as if all the pieces of your lives had fallen into place.

In the warmth of Mick's bed, you had discovered a love that would transcend your wildest dreams, a love that would intertwine your souls in ways you had yet to imagine. It was a love that would weather storms, celebrate victories, and forge an unbreakable bond.

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