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Max Level: Pleasure Unlocked

Le Sserafim's Miyawaki Sakura x Male reader

AN: So... I may have been a tiny bit late to class today 😅. Why, you ask? Well... I was up all night re-watching Marry My Husband (totally worth it, btw). Anyway, fast forward to class, and I casually checked my phone, and—wait for it—WHAT?! Almost 300 likes for Ms. Kim Chaewon?! You guys are seriously amazing! 💖 This story was supposed to drop tomorrow, but because I love you all so much... here’s a little treat! 😘✨

P.S. Why is this lecture soooo long? Send help! 😂

Miyawaki Sakura, the eldest member of Le Sserafim, had found a new thrill—one that didn’t involve the stage lights or concert crowds. Live streaming had pulled her into its vibrant, fast-paced world of colorful pixels and instant connection. It wasn’t just a hobby anymore; it became her escape—a digital realm where she could unwind and be herself. Streaming offered her a space where she could share her love for video games in the most authentic way possible. Her laughter would echo through the headset, filling the room with the joy she found in navigating complex game worlds and strategizing with her audience. It was a welcome reprieve from the pressures of K-pop stardom, a place where she could exist without expectation.

But as Sakura’s love for streaming grew, so did the distance between her and Y/N. Y/N cherished their quiet evenings together—the ones filled with soft conversations, playful glances, and the warmth of shared intimacy. Now, those moments seemed to slip away, replaced by the blue glow of Sakura's monitor and the sounds of gaming filling the room. He found himself feeling increasingly sidelined, the comforting presence of his girlfriend diluted by the endless stream of fan interactions and in-game distractions. Every evening, as he sat in their apartment watching her stream, Y/N felt like a shadow in her life, forgotten behind the glow of her screen.

The silence after Sakura's gaming sessions hung in the air, heavy and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the laughter that used to fill their nights. He would lie in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, wondering when their quiet, intimate nights had been swapped for late-night streams. The late-night absence became more palpable, the connection they once shared now buried beneath layers of bright pixels and fan interactions.

Frustrated and unsure of how to bridge the growing gap between them, Y/N turned to the one person who knew both of them best—Kwon Eunbi, Sakura's former leader and the matchmaker who had brought them together in the first place. Eunbi, always the voice of reason and support, listened with a thoughtful expression as Y/N poured out his concerns.

"I just don't know how to get her attention anymore," Y/N confessed, his voice tinged with frustration. "She used to light up when we were together, but now it feels like I'm competing with a screen."

Eunbi, ever the sage, leaned in with a twinkle in her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Well, my dear, sometimes you just need to remind her of what she's missing," she said, her tone playful yet reassuring. "There's this little shop downtown. They have... items that might help reignite that spark you're worried about. A little mystery, a little surprise—that's the key."

Y/N blushed at the suggestion, but the idea intrigued him. Maybe Eunbi was right—maybe a little spontaneity was exactly what their relationship needed. "Okay noona," Y/N said with newfound determination. "Take me there. I'll do whatever it takes."

Eunbi grinned. "That's the spirit. Trust me, after this, she'll be more than eager to spend some time away from that screen, and if it doesn't work out... you have my number" the older girl winked before giving a slightly playful slap to Y/N’s behind

As soon as Eunbi led him into the little adult shop tucked away in a quiet side street downtown, Y/N’s nerves melted into curiosity. The shop was intimate, lined with rows of items that promised to stoke passion and bring lovers closer. Eunbi was more than willing to offer her guidance, clearly enjoying herself as she pointed out various products.

"Trust me," Eunbi had said with a wink, picking up a small bullet vibrator from one of the shelves. "This one is discreet but packs a punch, It's perfect for getting things started. She won’t see it coming." Y/N’s cheeks had flushed at the thought, but the image of Sakura’s surprised reaction made her smile. It was perfect for catching his girlfriend off guard.

As they continued browsing, Y/N’s eyes landed on a sleek, curved G-spot vibrating dildo that promised deeper, more intense sensations. He couldn’t help but imagine how Sakura might respond to its use—what that extra thrill might do to rekindle the heat between them. Eunbi happily skips over to Y/N with a box that he hasn't seen before, a rabbit ear vibrator "Y/N you have to get this, I’m telling you Sakura will melt and turn to putty in your hands, I have one myself and it's pretty amazing." Y/N looked at his noona with a skeptical look. Why is she so into this, is his precious noona actually not as innocent as she portrayed to the public?

Thinking about her words he can't deny that the idea of being the one to control Sakura’s pleasure sent a surge of excitement through him. He added it to his growing selection of items.

The final addition was a delicate set of pastel pink lingerie. His girlfriend's favorite color. lace-lined and revealing, something that he knew she would love, he remembered her saying she wanted something similar to this but was always ashamed and embarrassed to buy it

Y/N picked up the set knowing how much it would make his lover feel even sexier. He could already imagine the fabric clinging to his girlfriend's skin, the look in Sakura’s eyes when she sees it. There was no doubt that tonight, he would make sure all of Sakura’s attention was focused on him.

As the duo went to the counter the current cashier was about to take a break and out comes his replacement, someone who Y/N would not have expected to work here.

"Oh Eunbi unnie welcome back Oh! and Y/N oppa, what are you doing here?" the duck looking girl squealed. To say Y/N was shocked is an understatement. His girlfriend's former members, his friends, were all so familiar with this place.

"I was showing Y/N around the store, he needed my help" Responded the eldest. "Oppa is Sakura unnie giving you a hard time?" Yena responded, causing Y/N to shrink into himself in embarrassment.

The girl started scanning the products one by one, her curious eyes glanced back and forth from y/n and each product he bought. "I didn't think Sakura unnie would be into this, I guess she's less of a prude than I thought" At this point Y/N just wanted to leave, he slightly hid behind his noona as she started placing her own products she wanted to buy.

"I’ll pay for it Y/N I get a discount here, just pay me back after" Y/N nodded before Eunbi tapped her card and they both left with Yena waving to them, saying that they should visit her again.

With his purchases in hand, Y/N left the shop feeling embarrassed about the whole situation but he thought about the end goal and it made him feel more confident than ever. This was his chance to break through the monotony that had settled between them.

Later that evening, back in their shared apartment, Sakura was already in the midst of her nightly streaming routine. Her set up was in the living room, per Y/N's request after waking him up way too many times. It was bathed in the soft glow of the monitor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across her face as she engaged with her audience. Y/N, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, watched from the shadows, clutching the items he had bought earlier.

He knew exactly what to do.

Grabbing a piece of paper, Y/N quickly scribbled a note and held it up just out of view of the camera, flashing it at Sakura with a grin. The note read: "Since you're so into games, let's play one right now, this will be level one, don't make anything obvious, good luck."

Sakura blinked in confusion at first, her head tilting as she tried to make sense of the message. But when she looked up at Y/N’s playful expression a delicate smile spread across his lips, a knowing look in his eyes. Sakura then glanced down at her stream, her posture adjusting as if nothing had changed, she quickly muted her mic. “ Not now Y/N, I'm busy.” before turning it back on and saying her mic was glitching. But Y/N had spent too long planning this out, spent too much money to turn back now.

Satisfied with the confusion, Y/N smiled back. The game was on.

Without another word, Y/N crouched and began crawling under the desk. Since her desk was longer than any normal person would normally have, It made the access to the prize easy for him as he just needed to go from the side, his movements smooth and deliberate, hidden from the camera’s view. Sakura’s attention was still on the screen, her voice cheerful as she interacted with her viewers, but Y/N knew it wouldn’t be long before his girlfriend’s focus would shift entirely. Beneath the desk, Y/N felt a rush of excitement as he prepared to introduce a new level of spontaneity into Sakura’s night.

The note had been the first step—a secret shared between them, a playful challenge that only the two of them would understand. What happened next was up to Y/N, and he was ready to make it unforgettable.

Y/N smirked as he slowly slid the small bullet vibrator out of its box, he wiped it with a wet wipe before lifting up the pink short skirt in front of him, He brought the toy up and pressed it against Sakura's panty-covered mound, watching with delight as the Japanese girl jolted slightly in her seat. Sakura tried her best to maintain focus on the video game, determinedly gripping her mouse and keyboard as she attempted to hide her reactions to the subtle vibrations. But Y/N could see right through her act - the way Sakura's thighs clenched together, the slight flush creeping across her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened.

To save face Sakura quickly slapped Y/N’s hand away from her wet pussy but Y/n quickly placed it back to its home.

The little vibrator buzzed away, its vibrations transmitted through the thin fabric barrier. Y/N could feel the heat radiating off of Sakura's core, could sense her wetness growing with each passing second. Sakura squirmed almost imperceptibly, fighting the urge to spread her legs further.

Sakura's game character died with a pitiful electronic squeal, breaking the spell. She blinked hard a few times, trying to regain her composure as she struggled to stay focused on the screen. Y/N chuckled quietly, pulling the vibrator away.

Rising up from his spot on the floor under the desk, Y/N made sure that he was holding eye contact with Sakura the whole way. Sakura's eyes widened as Y/N made a show of slowly swiping his fingers on the toy before rubbing them together and slowly pulling them apart a slick line of the idols juices were connecting Y/Ns fingers showing her that even though she's against it, her body doesn't lie. Y/N’s fingers were brought to his lips, eye contact still not breaking and in an exaggerated motion he licked her fingers clean. Sakura quickly glanced away, her face burning crimson now, but she couldn't keep her eyes from peeking back at Y/N. A shaky exhale escaped her lips.

Y/N just winked before reaching for a piece of paper that read Level 2 commencing before crawling back to her side of the desk, leaving Sakura even more flustered and distracted, though trying her best to play it cool. Y/N made a mental note - Sakura was even more responsive than expected. This was going to be fun indeed...

The next level involved the G-spot vibrating dildo, escalating the intensity. There was only one small thing blocking his way, deciding to deal with it he wrapped his fingers around her panties before giving it a quick and powerful tug completely ripping them. The sound loud enough to catch Sakura off guard. Shocked, the idol’s hand instinctively reached down, her fingertips brushing her now bare, wet pussy. She inhaled sharply, her body reacting to the sudden exposure, but she didn’t dare glance away from the screen.

Y/N teased her relentlessly, his fingers circling her entrance before finally pushing the toy into her slick cunt. He moved it slowly at first, letting her adjust to the sensation, feeling her muscles tighten around the intrusion. Sakura’s hand gripped her mouse tighter, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her composure. She nearly missed a key on her keyboard, her body betraying her as Y/N expertly played with her, pulling the toy out just as she neared the edge of release.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven pants. The subtle strain in her voice didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, who watched with a smirk, knowing just how close she was to losing control. Yet, he denied her the satisfaction of climax, bringing her to the edge again and again only to retreat, leaving her desperate and aching.

“Fuck,” Sakura muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible as she tried to focus on her stream. Her viewers, blissfully unaware of the torment unfolding beneath her desk, cheered her on in the game, oblivious to the real game being played just out of sight.

Y/N pulled the toy away once more, but this time, Sakura couldn't hold back her frustration. "Ahh, what the fuck" she whispered harshly, trying to control her reaction. She couldn’t look down to see what he was doing, not without giving herself away on camera. She tried to push through the absence, hoping Y/N would relent, but the moment stretched on.

And then, without warning, Y/N switched the vibrations onto its highest setting and plunged it back into her, the thick dildo buried deep inside her clenching cunt, the toy felt around and lived up to its name, pressing on that spot she loved.

"AHHHH!" Sakura’s cry pierced the quiet of the room, her pussy convulsing around the toy as an intense orgasm overtook her. She barely had time to mute her mic, her thighs trembling and squeezing together, her stomach contracting as wave after wave of electric pleasure crashed over her. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation

Her game character spun wildly on screen, her mouse jerking out of control as her body seized up. Her viewers, concerned but unsuspecting, quickly flooded the chat with messages.

"Are you okay? What happened?" one asked.

"You just screamed like you saw a ghost, lol," commented another, oblivious to the real reason behind her outburst.

Sakura’s cheeks burned with humiliation. They had heard her, but thankfully they couldn’t know the truth—how their sweet, innocent idol was secretly being driven to the brink of madness by her boyfriend under the desk. With a shaky breath, she forced a laugh. "Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought I saw a bug under the desk," she lied, her voice higher than usual, the embarrassment clear. "You know how I get when it comes to bugs!"

Her viewers, still clueless, accepted the explanation, laughing along with her as they playfully scolded her for getting so worked up over something so trivial. But Sakura’s mind was far from the stream now. The aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her, and she bit her lip hard, willing her body to calm down. The irony wasn’t lost on her—here she was, playing the role of their wholesome crush while secretly being ravaged by Y/N just out of sight.

Satisfied for the moment, Y/N leaned in and gave her sensitive pussy a slow, teasing lick, sending another shiver through her body. Her thighs trembled, clenching around his head as his tongue worked its magic. She didn’t want to admit how much she missed this—missed him—but the pleasure coursing through her veins made it impossible to deny. He left a final lingering kiss against her soaked lips before pulling away, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

As Y/N stood, he reached for the final toy in his collection, pulling the rabbit-ear vibrator from his bag. His fingers traced the packaging—Rabbit Ear Toy: Maximum Clitoral Stimulation—and a grin spread across his face. The playful sparkle in his eyes revealed his mischievous intent, recalling how Eunbi had enthusiastically recommended this particular device. With a small chuckle, he knew this would be the perfect grand finale to their secret, unspoken game.

Y/N scribbled a quick note—Level three, good luck—and slid it over to Sakura. Her gaze flicked to him, and their eyes met briefly. A silent exchange of both anticipation and trepidation passed between them. The tension hung thick in the air, a blend of excitement and nerves that only heightened the moment. Sakura’s cheeks flushed as her fingers hovered over the keyboard, pretending to remain focused on the game, but her attention was split, knowing what was coming next.

As Y/N shifted back into his familiar spot under the desk, his breath hitched in anticipation. It had become his little domain, a place where he could send Sakura into oblivion without her viewers being any the wiser. He carefully unwrapped the vibrator—an egg-shaped toy, compact but powerful. The soft, flexible rabbit ears promised an intensity that could tip her over the edge with just the right pressure. His hands, steady and deliberate, moved between her legs, teasing her for a moment. The toy slipped between her folds, refusing to cooperate at first, but Y/N’s persistence paid off. He finally nestled it perfectly in place, the rabbit ears snugly embracing her clit.

For a second, he paused. The anticipation in the room grew thick as Sakura shifted in her chair, her breaths shallow. The tension between them felt electric. Y/N knew what this small delay would do to her—he was prolonging the inevitable, letting her body crave the release that was just out of reach. Then, with a press of the button, the vibrator buzzed to life.

The effect was immediate. A surge of pleasure ripped through Sakura’s body, her muscles tensing as the toy began its relentless rhythm. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying desperately not to give herself away. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of heat cascading from her core, and her hands trembled as they hovered over her mouse and keyboard, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body writhing ever so slightly, desperate to remain still for the camera.

Her chat lit up with messages of encouragement. Her viewers had no clue the real battle she was fighting—the one between maintaining her composure and succumbing to the pleasure that was quickly unraveling her. The boss fight on screen grew more intense, each phase of the battle requiring her utmost focus, but her concentration wavered with every flick of the vibrator against her clit. It was nearly impossible to think, let alone execute precise game mechanics, as the rabbit ears worked her over with merciless efficiency.

Sakura whispered to herself, “Y-You’ve got this, Sakura!” Her voice was strained, too high-pitched to mask her struggle, but she plastered on a wide smile for her audience. Her hands shook violently now as they moved across the keyboard, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of the game. Her pulse raced in sync with the toy, the pleasure mounting to unbearable levels.

The boss’s health bar ticked down in sync with her endurance, her every keystroke becoming sloppier, more frantic. As the final blow landed and the boss collapsed in defeat, Sakura could no longer hold back. Her body convulsed as the climax hit her like a tidal wave. A guttural shout escaped her lips as she slammed her hands down on the desk, her voice cracking with a blend of triumph and carnal release.

“YESSSS!!” she screamed, her eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving with the force of the orgasm that ripped through her. Her muscles clenched, and her toes curled as the vibrator continued its assault, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until she was utterly spent.

Her viewers erupted into cheers, congratulating her on the hard-earned victory. Oblivious to the real reason behind her breathlessness and the flush on her face, they celebrated her skill and persistence. The screen flashed with messages of admiration, and Sakura forced herself to sit up, her body trembling with the aftershocks.

“Whew… that was intense!” she gasped, wiping away the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her hand reached for her water glass, her fingers still trembling slightly as she took a long, much-needed drink. “Thanks for cheering me on, guys,” she added with a weak laugh, masking the exhaustion coursing through her.

As Sakura leaned back in her chair, Scrolling through other games to hopefully find a good one to end the night, Y/N, who had been patiently watching her recovery, wasn’t quite done yet. A devilish grin played on his lips as he leaned forward, his finger hovering over the vibrator’s controls. Without warning, he cranked the toy up to its highest setting.

The sudden jolt of the vibrator sent Sakura reeling. Her body stiffened, eyes widening in shock as the intensity of the stimulation threatened to unravel her all over again. Her breath hitched in her throat as her muscles tensed, gripping the arms of her chair to ground herself. Y/N’s laughter echoed softly from beneath the desk, watching her fight the new wave of pleasure with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

Sakura, the ever-composed streamer, found herself on the precipice of a new kind of experience. The powerful vibrations of the new toy sent shivers through her body, a primal force that ignited a wildfire of anticipation within her. Her body responded with a raw, undeniable intensity, the moisture building until it seeped through her folds, dripping off the chair and leaving a glistening trail on the floor. The sweet scent of candles that once permeated the room was quickly overtaken by the pungent aroma of her arousal, a testament to the burgeoning passion that consumed her.

As the pleasure reached its crescendo, a surge of instinct took over. With lightning-fast reflexes, Sakura muted her microphone and switched off her camera, craving the sanctuary of privacy for the intimate storm that was about to break. The online world faded away, and she surrendered completely to the throes of ecstasy.

The timing was impeccable. As Sakura neared her peak, Y/N, her boyfriend, seized the moment. He seamlessly combined the pleasure of the vibrator with the intimacy of his mouth, diving forward with a ravenous hunger. His tongue explored the depths of her, savoring her taste and fueling the fire that burned within her. Each flick and swirl of his tongue sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The combined sensations were too much for her to bear, and with an animalistic moan escaped Sakura's lips, a guttural sound intertwined with a scream that seemed to rise from the very core of her being. "UGH FUCK YEEESSSS Y/N!" Her voice was a raw expression of unrestrained pleasure. She grasped his hair, her body convulsing in a wave of ecstasy. Her legs lifted and wrapped around him pulling his face impossibly close to her core, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each tremor, the old gaming chair squeaking in protest with every movement. Her cheeks flushed a vibrant hue, a visible marker of her heightened state as she rode the wave of her orgasm with unbridled abandon, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Sakura climaxed with a force that left her breathless and trembling. Y/N continued his ministrations, prolonging her orgasm until she felt every ounce of pleasure.

For Y/N, the experience was both exhilarating and intensely intimate. He couldn't see anything; his vision was blocked by Sakura's body. Each subtle movement sent shivers down his spine—her soft skin felt warm and alive against him, her thighs encasing his head in a passionate vice that was as constricting as it was pleasurable. it was just the two of them, enveloped in a cocoon of heat and desire.

This was a Sakura he rarely saw, one that lay hidden behind the carefully curated persona of her online streams. In those moments, she had shed the facade of the cheerful, bubbly entertainer and revealed a side of herself that was raw and unfiltered. It was the Sakura from before her streaming career, the girl who had always been playful and spontaneous, exuding an authentic vulnerability that left him breathless. Her laughter echoed in the confines of his mind as he realized how seldom he’d had the chance to witness this intimate version of her.

The chaos of streaming and the demands of her audience faded into the background, replaced by a potent chemistry that crackled between them. His own heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drum echoing the urgency of the moment, while his breath hitched at the raw display of passion and surrender before him. Every heartbeat was a reminder of how deeply and irrevocably he craved this connection.

This moment carved a permanent mark on him, etching itself into his memory like a secret tattoo. It was a reminder of the beautiful, complex dynamics that fueled their relationship—beyond the streaming lights and scripted interactions lay a blend of affection, longing, and a hint of danger. Their souls intertwined in this rare instance, revealing as much about their hearts as it did about their desires. The very essence of their bond lay anchored in these fleeting but fervent exchanges, making each encounter a treasure and a risk he was willing to embrace.

Sakura's breath came in ragged gasps as she slowly released her hold on Y/N, her legs trembling, weak from the intense stimulation. The room seemed to amplify all her senses, the cooling sensation of sweat mingling with her skin a stark contrast to the recent heat. Her legs, barely able to support her, struggled to find their footing as she fought to regain her composure. The assistant to her pleasure, the formidable toy that had helped push her to the edge of chaotic bliss, lay on the floor, a glistening reminder of the storm that had just passed. Its surface, coated in her essence, served as a tangible testament to her unleashed passion.

Realizing that her momentary loss of control had severed her connection with her viewers, Sakura quickly attempted to regain her composure. Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. But before she could complete the act of resuming, Y/N’s steady hand came to rest against her thigh, gently halting her fidgeting. Kneeling between her legs, his tall frame allowing him to almost come face to face with her, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt both electric and profoundly intimate.

Sakura's mind swirled with a haze of emotions, a flicker of melancholy washing over her like a soft tide. She missed these moments—the brief interludes where they could shed their roles and embrace a deeper connection, where laughter and genuine emotion melded seamlessly into something more. Each stolen glance, every shared laugh had been a thread weaving them closer, and yet, amidst the chaos of their lives, she felt those threads fraying, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

In that heavy silence, Y/N reached for her, his fingers warm as they gently cupped the back of her head. There was no need for words; his eyes spoke volumes, conveying understanding and longing in a single gaze. Then, with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine, he leaned in and sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss. The flavors of her arousal mingled with saliva—a delicious, intoxicating symphony that danced on their tongues, each movement igniting a fire deep within her core.

Sakura was momentarily consumed by the warmth of his embrace, every worry dissolving into the sweet elixir of their connection. But as the kiss lingered, her heart raced at the thought of what lay beyond this moment. Still lost in the afterglow, Sakura whimpered softly when Y/N finally pulled away, his lips brushing against hers gently as they parted. His gaze held her captive, a silent promise lingering in the space between them, but it only deepened her desire, leaving her craving more.

This was the testament to their bond—a connection that blossomed amidst the chaos of her storm, a lingering whisper of hope amid uncertainty. She knew she couldn’t let this slip through her fingers again, not when they had ventured into a territory that felt so beautifully raw and undeniably real.

But as the seasoned entertainer she was, she corrected her streaming gadget, turning her webcam back on and adjusting her microphone. Her face, still flushed from her recent exertion and her lips swollen, was now contorted into an apologetic smile as she addressed her audience, hiding the true reason behind her sudden departure by blaming it on unpredictable internet issues.

"Sorry about that, guys," she panted, her voice slightly uneven with the remnants of her peak. "We had a little technical glitch," she continued, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous hint that was not quite caught by her virtual audience.

The chat, a flurry of messages, was filled with questions and mild irritation. Her viewers were curious, their previous excitement now shifted to suspicion and a growing sense of doubt . They wondered what had caused such a sudden disruption. Yet, despite their curiosity, they respected her privacy, unwilling to push for explanations that she was not willing to give until she was ready. In their minds, the truth of her interruptions could often be their most decadent fantasies, creating an air of mystique and allure around her that kept them coming back for more. Sakura, a master of her craft, knew how to keep her audience hooked, turning even a glitch into a potential performance enhancement, as her viewers' imaginations filled in the blanks left by their sudden disconnection.

Y/N, with an air of mystery swirling about him, gracefully emerged from under the desk, his presence suddenly filling the room with an electric energy. As if appearing from the shadows, he moved with a fluidity that captivated Sakura, drawing her gaze irresistibly. From his vantage point behind the monitor, Y/N's eyes met Sakura's, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths.

His movements were deliberate, with a rhythm that matched the beating of Sakura's heart, as if he were conducting an intimate dance where only the two of them could hear the music. The fact that he planned this whole thing gave Sakura a warm feeling. The remnants of their shared passion became a declaration of love, a promise of intimacy, and a reaffirmation of their bond.

Satisfied with his thorough work, Y/N offered Sakura a look, his eyes darting back and forth from Sakura and a bag that was placed just to the side. A secretive smile playing upon his lips. It was a silent challenge, an invitation for Sakura to join him in their next adventure. Turning away, he walked calmly towards the bedroom.

As he cleaned the toys and meticulously arranged them in their new resting place, the nightstand, Y/N took the time to appreciate the small details of their shared space. The nightstand, once merely a piece of furniture with no purpose, now held a whole new meaning, a symbol of their intimate connection.

Sakura remained seated, her breath catching in her throat as Y/N disappeared into the shadows of the bedroom. The atmosphere lingered with a charged energy, the room still humming from the intensity of their shared moment. Sakura’s mind raced, replaying the image of Y/N’s mischievous smile, his teasing, deliberate movements, and the unspoken promise that hung in the air like a secret waiting to be unraveled.

For a moment, Sakura sat frozen, the temptation pulling her forward. She felt a surge of warmth radiate through her, a tug towards the bedroom where Y/N awaited, his presence as enticing as ever. The weight of their connection, unspoken but deeply understood, anchored her as she ended the stream and rose from her seat.

Sakura’s eyes fell to the bag on the floor, under the coffee table, its presence both familiar and intriguing. She had seen Y/n walk in with it earlier but hadn’t given it much thought in the midst of her stream. Now, as the evening light dimmed into twilight and the apartment grew quieter, curiosity took over. Slowly, she bent down, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the bag as she picked it up. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a ripple of anticipation through her.

Peeling back the wrapping, her breath caught when her eyes landed on the contents. A stunning set of lingerie lay folded neatly inside, the color immediately striking her—her favorite color. The rich, silky fabric shimmered slightly in the low light, delicate lace tracing intricate patterns along its edges. She lifted it out of the bag, feeling the cool smoothness of the material slip between her fingers. The fabric felt luxurious, softer than she imagined, and as she held it up, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Y/N had remembered.

In the whirlwind of their lives, it wasn’t often that someone paid attention to the small details, but Y/N always had a way of doing just that. Not just any lingerie, but a set that spoke to her tastes, a color that made her feel powerful, beautiful, sexy. The care and thoughtfulness behind it warmed her from the inside, the kind of warmth that settled deep, in the quiet places of the heart.

Sakura didn't waste time, a surge of excitement bubbling up inside her. Without even heading to the bathroom, she began to undress right there in the middle of the living room. Her body was sore, every muscle aching from the games “levels”, but the thrill of the moment outweighed the discomfort. She moved slowly, peeling away the layers of her clothing, and as each piece fell to the floor, she felt lighter. Her breath hitched when the cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin.

Pulling the lingerie up over her legs, she marveled at how perfectly it fit, as if it had been crafted just for her. The lace clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both strong and undeniably feminine. She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror and paused for a moment. The reflection staring back at her was striking—she looked lovely and powerful. The fatigue that had settled into her bones seemed to dissipate, replaced by an invigorating energy, one that thrummed beneath her skin like a quiet storm ready to break.

Her gaze shifted from the mirror to the slightly ajar bedroom door, and that’s when she felt it. The pull. It was almost magnetic, an invisible force drawing her toward Y/N. There had always been something between them ever since they met, something more than words or physical attraction. It was an unspoken connection, a shared intimacy that went beyond the surface of things. Y/N had a way of turning even the smallest gestures into something profound. A simple gift of lingerie wasn’t just a gift; it was a conversation, an invitation, a reminder of the bond they shared.

Sakura’s heart raced as she stood at the threshold of the bedroom, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. From where she stood, she could see Y/N’s silhouette bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp. The room itself was dim, quiet, filled with the gentle hum of the night outside. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, focused. There was a look in his gaze—one that she knew well. Mischief, affection, desire, all wrapped into one.

Her breath caught again, but this time it wasn’t the cold air or the tightness of the lingerie. It was the way Y/N looked at her. As if she were the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment. As if the night was theirs and theirs alone.

Without breaking eye contact, Sakura stepped inside the room, her bare feet soundless against the wooden floor. The door clicked shut behind her, the soft sound echoing in the quiet. It was as if the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in the cocoon of their own making. The air between them was thick with anticipation, with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Y/N didn’t move, didn’t say a word. His gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in the sight of her standing before him in the delicate lace and silk he had chosen. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, appreciative smile, but there was something deeper in his eyes—a smoldering intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

She moved closer, the space between them shrinking with every step. Her own breathing had become shallow, her pulse quickening in response to the heat building between them. It wasn’t just about the physical desire; it was the emotional weight of everything they had shared, everything they had been through together, all condensed into this one, intimate moment.

Sakura reached the edge of the bed, standing just before him, her body illuminated by the soft, golden light. Y/N reached out, his hand gently grazing her thigh, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace. His touch was light, teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, the feeling of his skin against hers.

He had given her so much today, endless pleasures each one more intense than the last. But now, as she stood before him, she knew the time had come, it was his turn. She smiled, slow and teasing, as her fingers toyed with the straps of the lingerie. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a soft whisper filled with promise.

"You’ve given me so many gifts today baby. Now it’s your turn to unwrap your present."

She gave him multiple kisses from his neck to his cheek, ending with a needy one on his lips.

“Since you're so into games, let's play one right now,” her words mimicking those that started this whole thing.

The night had just begun, filled with endless possibilities Sakura's situation mirrored her favorite games. She had failed multiple times but knew that this was a fresh start, an extra life, With a smile she positioned herself face to face with his crotch and pulled down Y/N's pants exposing his member, she gave the tip a quick kiss and lick, before reminding him that singing was not the only thing her mouth was used for.

Miyawaki Sakura was back on level one.

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harrywavycurly · 7 days ago

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You’re Not Alone: An Eddie Munson Blurb✨

CW: Language, one tiny mention of death

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but I mean that’s how it is sometimes, so hopefully yall enjoy! ✨

Summary: Eddie doesn’t want to be lonely on Christmas and it’s sort of your job to make sure he’s okay✨

Eddie can feel as if someone watching him as he crosses the street towards the mechanic shop he calls work, he looks over his shoulder and pinches his brows together when he finds the street is empty minus a few random people walking on the sidewalk doing some last minute Christmas shopping. He shakes his head trying to rid himself of the feeling and runs a hand through his hair while he reaches into his back pocket for the keys to the shop so he can unlock the office door, just needing to run in and grab his check and make sure Eric put all his overtime in. Eddie let’s out a sigh when he enters the empty shop, everyone being off for the next few days for Christmas making the usual loud office eerily quiet as he makes his way over to Eric’s desk to grab the envelope with his name scribbled on it.

“He writes like a toddler.” Eddie laughs at the soft voice that comes from behind him as he holds the envelope in his hands.

“I know he says it’s because he’s left handed but that’s total bullshit.” He explains while opening it up to make sure all his hours are on the check but then it dawns on him that he’s alone in the shop, or at least he should be.

Eddie suddenly he feels a chill run down his spine as the envelope slips out of his hands and lands on the floor by his feet. He slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder and his eyes go wide making his eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline when he sees someone standing right behind him. He takes a step backward making him run into Eric’s office chair causing him to almost trip over his own feet, he places a hand on top of the chair and one on the filing cabinet Eric has behind the desk as he tries to catch himself from falling all while never taking his eyes off you.

“You’re panicking aren’t you?” You ask as you watch him look around for something to defend himself, when he grabs the three hole puncher off the top of the filing cabinet you let out a sigh and place a hand on your hip. “I’m not a threat okay? I’m just here so you don’t have to be alone that’s all.” You attempt to explain but Eddie just ignores you as he grabs the object and holds it in a tight grip as if it’s a baseball bat and he’s ready to swing on you at any moment.

“Yeah well I don’t mind being alone.” You narrow your eyes at him in a glare as you reach into your back pocket. “Woah what-what are you doing? Hands where I can see them alright?” You roll your eyes as you pull your phone out and Eddie lets out a sigh of relief that it’s not something you can use to murder him. Eddie watches you mess around on the device and before he can ask what you’re doing he feels his stomach drop to his ass as his own voice fills the small space.

“How does everyone have someone to be with during the holidays and I’m stuck here alone? Even Harrington has a girlfriend…this fucking sucks.”

You watch Eddie’s face go pale as his arm that’s holding his makeshift weapon lowers as he listens to his own voice saying something he only thought and never said out loud while in the privacy of his own home. You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket and take a small step towards him so you can bend down and pick his check up off the floor.

“It’s okay to not want to be alone for the holidays.” You reassure him with a soft smile as you hold the paper out for him to take. “And lucky for you I’m free until New Years.” Eddie quickly snatches his check from you with his hand that’s not holding the hole puncher and shoves it into the pocket of his well loved leather jacket.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks in a voice that’s barely above a whisper as he looks you up and down and he swears he’s seen you before but he just can’t quite put a finger on where.

“Oh I’m actually your neighbor.”

“My neighbor? Like you live next door to me?”

“Exactly.”

“No one lives next to me? That-that house has been abandoned for years.” You smile and shrug as you look down at your feet.

“Abandoned by the living maybe-”

“Holy fuck are you a ghost?” You laugh at his outburst and look up to find he has finally put the hole puncher down on the desk having decided you’re not really a threat to him.

“Don’t you remember meeting me? The day you moved in?” Eddie raises an eyebrow at you as you take another step towards him but this time he watches as you reach your hand out for him to take and when he hesitates you just wiggle your fingers and give him a soft chuckle. “I don’t bite Eddie come one just take it.” You tell him making him give you a sideways glare as he reluctantly reaches his hand out and places it in yours.

He feels a weird tingling sensation go up his arm as a memory begins to replay in his mind, it’s of the day he moved into his current house. He’s unloading a box from the back of his van and he hears a voice, your voice calling out to him from the house next door and when he turns to look you’re standing on the porch waving and shouting something about welcome to the neighborhood. And in true Eddie fashion he’s a little stunned that someone who seems so warm and nice is actually talking to him so he just offers you a smile and a nod before he takes the box in his hands into his house. You let go of his hand and he’s back in the current moment, but now with memories of him seeing you randomly all over Hawkins swirling around in his head.

“Holy shit.”

“See? Not a ghost.”

“But-but how? The house next door is rundown and the windows are busted.”

“Rundown? That’s a little harsh coming from someone who has an old drum set on his front porch.” Eddie’s cheeks go pink as you bring up his cluttered porch that does indeed have part of an old drum set from the band he was in during high school sitting on it, he just doesn’t have the heart to get rid of it so he uses the bass drum as a table to hold his ashtray when he goes out for a smoke.

“Sorry but I just don’t get how it’s possible for you to live there?” You rub your lips together and quickly look over your shoulder towards the office door before looking back at him with your hand held out.

“It’s easier to just show you.” For some reason this time Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take your hand, it’s as if he knows deep down you really won’t hurt him because you’re his neighbor so if you wanted to do him harm you’ve have plenty of chances over the last year or so he’s lived there. You smile as you interlock your fingers with his and turn to lead him out of the office and onto the empty sidewalk outside the shop. “I’ve always been around and you’ve always felt me you just haven’t really known about me until today that’s all.” You try to explain as the two of you walk down the street towards the neighborhood you both apparently live in.

“But you’re not human?” He questions as he looks around to make sure no one is near to hear him ask such a silly but also extremely important question. You laugh and shake your head as you give his hand a firm squeeze, the cool metal of his rings feeling nice against the warm skin of your hand.

“I’m your guardian angel Eddie.” You feel him stop walking as the words slip out of your mouth. You turn to look at him and see he’s already staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly hung open. “Normally we don’t make ourselves known to those we are watching but you just-I don’t know? You just seem to need me in more ways than just the usual things like making sure that bike on Main Street last week didn’t crash into you when you were walking back to work from the coffee shop.” He quirks an eyebrow at you when you mention the bike incident that happened to him last week.

“That-that was you? It only missed me by like half an inch.”

“Yeah sorry normally I’m way quicker than that but I got distracted by-”

“Oh great my guardian angel is easily distracted.” His voice is only slightly teasing as he lets out a frustrated huff and runs his free hand over his face.

“Did you die? No you didn’t. So I’d say I still did my job just fine thank you very much.” You snap as you turn and begin walking again making him have no choice but to follow you since you still have his hand in yours.

“Part of what I do is ensuring you’re not miserable and that’s why I decided to appear to you today because you don’t want to be alone and the truth is Eddie you’ve never actually been alone. I’ve always been there.” He doesn’t know why that information makes him feel somewhat at ease, knowing that even at his lowest times when he felt the most alone you were there even if he just didn’t know it but he could always somehow feel it.

“How long have you been looking after me?” You turn the corner and begin walking down the street the two of you live on as the question you were dreading falls from his mouth. It’s not that you don’t want to answer his question it’s just that you don’t want to make him sad and bringing up his dad will do just that, but you also can’t lie to him either.

“Ever since Wayne died.” You don’t look at him as you answer, you just continue down the street and smile when you see some houses turn their Christmas lights on as the sun has begun to go down making the sky a darker shade of blue. “It was his request actually. To have someone look out for you and to make sure you were okay.” You add in hopes it will help lift his mood knowing his dad loved him enough to want to make sure he was okay long after he was gone.

“Yeah that sounds like him.” He says with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he always figured it would be his dad looking out for him not someone who looked like they could’ve graduated high school with him and has a kind smile and a cute laugh.

“I can’t believe you think my house looks rundown.” You mumble as the two of you finally make your way to the end of your driveway. Eddie looks up and feels as if his eyes are messing with him when he sees a house that’s fully decked out in colorful Christmas lights, not a single window broken or shutter falling off, a car parked in the driveway and most importantly a welcome sign hanging on the front door in the shape of a gold star with wings.

“This can’t be real.” You ignore him as you practically drag him up to your front steps as his eyes bounce around trying to take in every detail because he swears this house looked nothing like this just this morning when he was on his porch having his coffee.

“It’s always been real you’ve just had your blinders on until now.” You let go of his hand so you can unlock your front door. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” You instruct as he slowly takes a step inside your house, a feeling of pure warmth and ease hits him in the chest as you wiggle off your jacket and hang it on your coat hanger next to the door.

“Is this uh breaking any angel laws or anything?” He follows your actions and takes his jacket off and hangs it next to yours on the hanger before he looks and sees you’ve wondered off into your kitchen that’s giving off an extremely cozy feeling making him drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

“Nope this is fine.” Is all you say as you begin taking things out of the fridge while Eddie looks around, he notices you went all out on the holiday decor and wonders if you think he’s lame for not even having a tree.

“What are we about to do?” He questions as he watches you go into your pantry and grab a few things and place them all on your kitchen island. You smile when you look up at him and he feels his face get flush at the intensity of your stare.

“We Eddie Munson are making Christmas cookies.” And with that Eddie just nods as he begins to put his hair up in a bun while you turn around and get the oven ready, and you know he might be a little confused and will possibly wake up tomorrow thinking this was all a dream but for tonight you can feel good about the fact he won’t be lonely on Christmas and if he chooses to believe in you, he won’t have to be lonely ever again.

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months ago

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New Dad! Willy imagine unlocked! Stepdad! Willy (Don’t worry, nothing dodgy, I promise) 😉

I’m not even sorry, but after seeing that photo of William with the kids, I couldn’t stop my imagination 🙈

Also, I tried a new format for a blurb ✨

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William Nylander met you in a bar just before the season started.

The moment you began talking, you were instantly drawn to each other.

William was out celebrating with his teammates and friends, while you were enjoying a night out with your girlfriends.

It had been a while since you’d felt so carefree, and William Nylander was the perfect company for the evening.

He was charming, interesting, and funny, and his handsome smile captivated your attention as the conversation flowed effortlessly.

William was just as taken with you.

You were calm, relaxed, and seemed to be fully present with him.

Your laughter was infectious, your eyes sparkled with joy, and your smile lit up the room.

He didn’t hesitate for a moment to ask if you’d like to go home with him, and you said yes.

That night was amazing.

Your bodies connected effortlessly, melting together in passionate intimacy.

The rush of ecstasy you both felt was overwhelming, a level of bliss you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

However, when William woke up the next morning, he was met with an empty bed and a note—“Thank you for an amazing night.”

Fortunately for William, fate was on his side. Just a week later, he saw you again.

You were surprised to see him, but a wave of joy filled you.

You hadn’t meant to leave William like that; in fact, you wanted nothing more than to stay.

But you had responsibilities at home—a daughter.

William was an intriguing man, and part of you wanted to get to know him better.

But you already knew a lot about him and his lifestyle, and you doubted he’d want to be part of your life as a parent.

When you saw him again, you managed to brush off the encounter casually.

But when William persisted in seeing you again, you found yourself hesitating.

You decided that a coffee date couldn’t hurt.

So, you met with William on a late October evening after the hockey season had started.

You walked side by side for hours, his dogs eagerly strolling along.

But as the night drew to a close, things became complicated. You could feel yourself falling for the Swedish forward, a promise you’d made to yourself not to.

But the gentle kiss he placed on your lips made it clear you needed to be honest with him.

You told him about your four-year-old daughter, the light of your life, conceived in a moment of weakness with a former best friend who wanted nothing to do with you or your child.

You hadn’t asked anything of him, simply letting him go and taking full responsibility yourself.

William was momentarily stunned by your confession, but then he smiled, relieved.

He had feared your hesitation was due to a romantic relationship, but knowing you were available made him feel hopeful.

William Nylander wasn’t the type to fall in love easily.

He was focused on his career and enjoying his bachelor life. But after meeting you, things changed.

You had captured his heart in a single night, and when you weren’t there the next morning, he was deeply disappointed.

Even days later, the thought of you hadn’t left his mind; he knew he was hooked.

The knowledge of your daughter complicated things for him, but a part of him couldn’t let you go.

He realised that if he had to challenge himself to become a new version of himself in order to have a chance with you, he was willing to do it.

#dad!willy #stepdad!willy #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagines

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jenniekrj · 7 months ago

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Surprise {GP!Bada x Fem!Reader}

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Warnings:Oral sex,gp Bada,penis,penis,penis,penis,penis, penis,penis,penis,penis,penis, penis,penis,penis,penis,penis, penis,penis,penis,penis,penis.

A/N: Just enjoy 💗✨

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The whole week you had been extremely stressed,not just from work,but from family issues,your friendships slowly falling apart and most importantly -to you- your relationship with your girlfriend,Bada.

You’d never meant for all of this to happen,but lately you’ve been very busy with work and it was all because of the new boss at the company you work at.

He was such a pain in the ass and all he did was be an asshole to everyone,especially you.You could tell he didn’t like it let alone enjoy your company around him,so that’s the reason to why he gave you such additional work every week.Ever since this new boss came around,your life started to fall apart and it was killing you.

You shoved the keys into the door and once you unlocked it you took a deep breath in and let it out.You loved Bada and would do absolutely anything for her,but with all the tension and arguments between you two,this past week had been extremely awkward.

Your bond and love wasn’t like before and although Bada always fought back hard in the nonstop arguments,you knew she still loved you deep down and would do anything for you.

You walked through the door and into your shared apartment as you stopped in your tracks just to zone out into a manspreaded Bada,her eyes fixated on the movie playing before her.The expression on her face was just full on anger,dangerous like.

Her head then turned to your small figure that was still stood on the doorway.

“Come here.” Bada said as she patted the empty space next to her.You walked almost slowly and hesitantly after you locked the door behind you.You sat down slowly beside her as she looked you up and down with light smirk painted on her face.

“Look baby,I know this whole week you’ve been extremely stressed and I know how your boss in being such a dick to you,so I want to make this night a relaxing and stress free one.” Bada said with sincerity in her eyes as her hand ran up and down you thigh,her fingers occasionally glazing over your clit.

She then moved closer to your ear and whispered, “Plus,I’ve got a situation of my own down here,so if you don’t mind I think we’ll have fun tonight.” You looked down and right there was a big bulge sticking out of her sweatpants staring right back at you.Right after her words flowed out of her mouth,her lips suddenly attached to yours,your lips moved in sync as you both were very aroused.

Her lips moved down to your neck,sucking every spot there was possible,making you moan at the sudden action.

“Bada…please.” You didn’t know exactly why those words got out,but you knew you wanted so from her. “Yes baby,want something?” Bada stopped her movements to look up at you,only to see your red and flushed face staring back down at her. “I want to…ride.” You said,you would be embarrassed if your shame and self respect wasn’t thrown out the window as soon as you both started that heated make out.Bada let out a little laugh and said, “Don’t worry my love,you’ll get to in a moment,just let me take care of you right now,you good with that?” You nodded as a response and she continued with her action.

Bada was now on her knees as she gave you a reassuring look before she took off your pants and underwear in one go.She kissed up your thighs and once she got to your pussy,a devious smirk was painted on her face.She licked up your clit before giving it a kiss and working her tongue lower.

You almost screamed as Bada’s tongue thrusted in and out of your hole at a fast speed,and the whole time she maintained eye contact with you.She sucked onto your clit and you said, “I-I’m cumming,Bada….please.” Bada mumbled into your drenched pussy, “Go ahead baby,don’t hold yourself back.” And with those words,cum rushed out of your cunt as Bada stayed sucking and working on you just to catch your high.

“Fuck,I missed how you tasted.” Bada said as she sat back next to you. “I missed how you ate me.” You said with your head still rolled back,unexpectedly making the both of you laugh.

You’ve missed this,the moments where you were focused on just loving your partner,your significant other,your one and only,the person who has always been by your side and for all of those wonderful memories you wanted to repay her,so why not ride her?

You straddled the other,making her give out a surprised yet shocked expression on her face. “You said I’d ride you,isn’t that right?” You said looking straight into her eyes as you pulled down her pants. “Who said I was stopping you? Go on.” Bada replied as she bit her lip.Her cock sprung out as soon as you removed her clothing,making you need her more.

You positioned yourself above her dick and lowered yourself onto it.You eyes rolled back at the satisfaction,finally you have her thick cock inside of you.You then began to bounce up and down on her and her hands almost immediately clung onto your hips to control your movements.

“You like that? You like how my dick destroys your tight little pussy?” Bada said,almost out of breath because of how much action there was going on.All you could do was nod and of course she took that as a yes. “I know you do,baby.” She cooed and her thrusts became sloppier by the minute.Soon after,both of you came at the same time,and you both came hard.

Your head fell onto her chest that was rising up and down.You looked up at her only for her to already be looking down at you. “Thank you Bada,I really needed this.” You said,and it was true,you needed this so bad you didn’t know if you could live without it. “No problem princess,I hope you liked the surprise.”

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#kpop #bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader

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futfemfantasies · 2 years ago

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Secret Lover \\ alexia putellas x reader

✨ Just a little something for Barca winning Champions League ✨

It’s not like Alexia wants to hide you, you just travel and stay in different countries for months at a time for your photography job. You spend two months out of the year at home, with the exception of Alexia and your birthdays and Christmas. You land back in Barcelona after 2 months in the USA and you are planning to surprise Alexia. You pull out your phone and call your best friend Mapi to pick you up. Mapi mentions she’s outside so you grab your suitcase and start to walk towards the large double doors. You look around outside and can’t see the blonde anywhere. You feel hands cover your eyes and a small giggle you recognise. You turn around to see your best friend of over 20 years. You wrap your arms around Mapi tightly and you look over her shoulder to see Mapi’s new girlfriend that you haven’t met but talked to several times. You move away from Mapi and wonder over to Ingrid, who welcomes you with open arms. After a few minutes of small talk, Mapi mentions training is almost over so you all get in the car and Mapi drives to your shared apartment with Alexia.

After the 30 minute drive, Mapi parks the car and both of them help take your luggage and cameras up. You unlock the door which earns a few barks from Nala and let out a content sigh. The small, fluffy dog comes running to you and jumping on your lower legs. You put your backpack down before picking Nala up and giving her a pat. Mapi and Ingrid announce they have to go back for some make up training since they missed the group session. You thank the pair for picking and dropping you off before putting your cameras away and washing your clothes. You have a quick shower and change into comfy shorts and one of Alexia’s oversized tees.

You go back to the kitchen and open the fridge to see some familiar ingredients. You pull them out, along with your phone and found the photo of Alexia’s mum Eli’s famous paella recipe. You start by cutting up the ingredients before throwing some in the pan. You hear the front door open and your heart beat starts to increase and thump against your chest. You hear Alexia’s bag drop and you look towards her with a gentle smile on your face. She just stands there in disbelief that you’re actually here. Coming out of her senses, Alexia ran over to you and jumps in your awaiting arms. Thankfully your reflexes kick in and you hook your arms under Alexia’s thighs. She leans back and cups your cheeks before resting her forehead against yours.

“You’re back early” She whispers, millimetres from your lips.

“I’m back and not leaving you again”

You both share the first kiss in months and you don’t want it to end. The burning pan encourages you to put your girlfriend down and to keep cooking. As you find another pan, Alexia peeks at your phone and notices her mothers handwriting. She smiles slightly as you re-chop the onion and shuffles over to you. Alexia wraps her arms around you and due to you being a few inches shorter, her head rests comfortably on your shoulder. You stop cutting and lean back into her and Alexia places soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“I missed you mi amor”

“I missed you more Ale. How was training?”

Alexia tells you about her training back with the team as you dish out the comfort food. You both sit at the table and you decide to tell Alexia your news.

“So I have some news mi amor” Alexia places her fork down and puts her hands on yours, silently telling you to continue.

“I quit my job but I’m starting my new one on Monday. I’m not travelling anymore Ale, I’m staying right here”

Alexia bounced off her chair and hugged you tightly. You pull her down on your lap before peppering her face with soft kisses. She moves away and holds you face in her hands.

“It’s at Barca” You whisper and Alexia’s eyes go wide. She just realised you’ll be around 24/7 and she could not be happier.

Alexia expressed how you should meet the girls on Monday before training and you agreed. Alexia moved back to her seat and you both finished your lunch before cuddling on the couch, stealing kisses from one another for the rest of the day.

A few days later, Alexia texted the team to go to training a little earlier as she has an announcement. You move over to the closet to get ready when you let your intrusive thoughts get the best of you. What if I’m not going to make an impression on them? What if they think Alexia is too good for me? You get pulled out of your thoughts by hands on your hips and you look behind you to see Alexia, slightly worried. You explain your fears to her and she tells you that everything will be okay, and that’s all the reassurance you need.

A little while later, Alexia pulls up to the training ground and you grow more nervous than before. She puts the car in park and turns to you. Alexia puts a hand on your cheek and you turn to her with worried eyes. You both don’t say anything but Alexia embraces you in one of her tight hugs you’ve grown to calm down to. You pull back and give Alexia a nod to signal you are ready to go. You get out of the car and grab your camera bags when Mapi and Ingrid call out to you both. You explain that you’re the new team photographer and social media manager and they both congratulate you. You hold onto Alexia’s hand as you walk in and she squeezes your hand in comfort.

“Hola Ale, who’s this?” Pina asks. Alexia looks at you and you nod slightly.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N”

“And your new team photographer so be nice” You joke and most of the girls laugh.

The girls get called to the locker room and there’s no doubt Alexia will tell them in there. Before you go your seperate ways, Alexia gives you a good luck kiss. Meanwhile, you go into the building where you are met with your new boss who shows you around before telling you of the teams plans for the day. After signing a few more things, you take your cameras and laptop to the field to set up for training. You start and you slowly get used to things. The girls had a break after 45 minutes of intense drills so Alexia and a few others decided to seat with you at the meal area. The girls ask to see some photos from today so far and you turn your laptop around to show them and the gasps that escape their mouths. After a few more conversations, the team takes you in and Alexia is relieved that it’s all going well.

“So Ale, how long have you been hiding this one?” Lucy asked.

“A year” Alexia mumbled.

“What was that Ale?” Mapi teases, knowing the answer.

Jonatan calls the girls back out to training and you finish up editing the photo of Alexia when you feel a presence next to you. You look to your left and see the one and only Jennifer Hermoso. Alexia warned you about her and their history.

“Hola hermosa, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jenni” Jenni holds her hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N, nice to meet you too” You say before returning to the lens.

You and Jenni have a light conversation before your oh so lovely girlfriend yells for Jenni to come over and start training, since she arrived late due to media. You look up from your camera and lock eyes with Alexia. You give her a wink and she shakes her head before turning away smiling to herself. You take some more photos of everyone before filming some stories for Instagram.

You pack your cameras and laptop away before you start to walk back to your office. You feel a presence next to you and yet again, Jenni looks at you with that same mischievous smile as before. She offers to take a camera bag for you and you accept the help. You walk into the building to your new office and Jenni gently puts the cameras down. You thank her for the help and she seems to be nervous about something. She eventually asks you out and before you could answer, you saviour shows up at the door.

“You ready to go princesa? We need to pick some things for dinner” You nod and look at Jenni with sorry eyes.

“Sorry Jenni, but I’m taken” You says as you walk near Alexia who wraps her arms around your waist. Jenni’s eyes pop out of her head and cheeks slightly flushed.

“Dios mio Ale, I’m so sorry. I had no idea” Jenni apologised and Alexia accepts her apology. You three walk out and Alexia hold your hand tight. Alexia mentions that she has to get her bag and offered to show you the locker room. After catching up with Alexia’s teammates, you two head home where you can’t be bothered to cook so you order takeout. While you wait, you decide to have a shower in which Alexia decided to join. Not long after, the food arrived and you both cuddle up on the couch.

“How was your first day?”

“I had a really good day. How was training mi amor?” You ask as you tighten your arms around Alexia.

“It was tough. My knee hurt a little but it’s good. I see you were making friends with Jenni” Alexia says as she turns to lie on top of you.

“I think I saw a little bit of jealous Ale out there today” You mention as your hands creep up the back Alexia’s shirt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Alexia dismisses your claim as she rests her head on your chest.

“Oh really?” You pull up a photo you took and showed Alexia.

“So this isn’t you jealous?” Alexia’s eyebrows furrowed and eyes rolled.

“Okay, shut up” Alexia mumbles before leaving a lazy kiss on your chest.

“It’s okay mi amor, I like jealous Ale. It’s hot”

Safe to say, from that day forward everyone knew you are Alexia’s and she is yours.

#barcelona femeni x reader #woso soccer #woso x reader #espwnt x reader #alexia putellas x reader #womens soccer #woso imagine #fcb femeni #woso

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yukaro353 · 2 months ago

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The life of an adult is so complicated sometimes 😩 The good thing is that there is always comfort in the things you like, I have a new fixation unlocked for Sokka's girlfriends being girlfriends to each other, In the end ✨

(I have more doodles but I don't know how to publish them and make them understandable, I'm so messy)

#fanart #drawing #avatar the last airbender #headcanon #suki atla #atla #yue #atla yue #suki #kyoshi warriors #princess yue #women look prettier among themselves #Alternate world where Suki went with the Gaang since her first appearance

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ikilledmyocs · 2 years ago

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howdy yall! i'm coming back from hibernation with a snazzy new intro and masterlist for my wips. i'm dani aka ikilledmyocs. i've been on writeblr since about 2017/18 and founder of @welcometowriteblr and @writeblrgarden ✨ i'm 21, she/her, bisexual, and a professional character killer. i like graphic design, survival horror, speculative fiction, and kpop.

FIND ME ELSEWHERE: personal | pinterest | spotify

WE ARE UNSUPER — new adult dystopian fantasy trilogy | @unsuperhq

the superhuman revolution begins with a liar and a leader. callista is the daughter of the ruthless governor of the floating city of union that controls superhumans to keep it running, who just returned to the city after four years for unknown reasons. britta is a brutal member of the rebel group unsuper that's been working to take his operation down to give superhumans the freedom they deserve. callista is kidnapped by unsuper and given one option: help them or they'll return her to his prison. callista's been trying to escape the governor, and gladly accepts to work with them despite the risks. however, britta's been learning more about unsuper as one of their leaders and as she digs deeper, their secrets get worse. both sides have the potential to change the world, but only one will come out on top.

SEE YOU IN THE DREAM WORLD — young adult horror fantasy standalone | @bruvitscoylera

the world has been falling asleep and never waking up for the past two months. chance and his girlfriend trinity have been lucky enough to survive despite their lack of sleep and dwindling hope— until one day she fall asleep in class. without her, chance is nothing, and follows her into sleep into a mysterious world where dreams control everything and nothing is as it seems. on a mission to reunite with her, chance teams up with an untrustworthy group of others that have given up to traverse through this world that doesn't want trinity to be found.

THE FALLEN'S DANCE — adult scifi fantasy trilogy | @arityuspalithex

something happened to the moon and the crown prince of his home is determined to find out what happened to it- even if no one else acknowledges it and it means crash landing in the middle of nowhere with a defunct android. xian deta turns to the first people who believe him: the black market leader of ascryla and his team. however, xian has a price on his head, someone's out there trying to erase cieryria and the only people he can count on are the same people that want him dead. it's now a race against time as xian travels across the planet for a home he was close to abandoning himself.

THEY STOLE THE SUN — young adult apocalypse horror standalone

the bunker has kept them safe from the darkness for so long, it's inevitable that the monsters will get in. this is why they've never opened the doors to strangers.

TIME ANGEL ECHOES — young adult fantasy standalone

a fallen human meets an angel searching for her missing friends, who brings her along the dangerous unlocked roads of time and space to face a reckoning.

MEET ME AT THE BRIDGE — young adult mystery standalone

four girls turn into three. the town gets haunted by a ghost who hasn't always been dead but has always been there. it could've been her choice, it could've been something else entirely.

#writeblr introduction #writeblr intro #writeblr #wtwcommunity #file: pinned #investigator: dani

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shonenkun309 · 3 years ago

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Bond : 145 ✨ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵒⁿᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ❣️❣️❣️✨

New voice unlocked❤💗 : activities together

When he keep saying "Girlfriend"...💗❤😔

ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷⁱᶠᵉ...?🌚

#ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koga #ayakashi kuya #koga kitamikado #ayakoi #arr ginnojo #ayakashi shizuki #ayakashi toichiro

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jedijesi · 4 years ago

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Hi Jesi 💖

What do you think about a one shot of how Miss Librarian met her bff Mary? I love their friendship so much and I think it would be nice to know how these cuties became pals ✨

Biblichor: How I Met My Mari

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, Mary (she needs a warning tbh), she/her pronouns

Chapter Summary: How you met your best friend, Mary.

Word Count: 1,200+

A/N: This is a spin-off, one-shot from my Biblichor series!🤍This takes place 3 years before you met Javi🤍 Enjoy!!!

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3 Years Ago

You were walking up the stairs of your new apartment with boxes in your hands when you heard the yelling. You unlocked your apartment door, but before you could enter, the door across the hall swung open.

“Fuck you, Luciana! I don’t need you anyway!”

“I told you already, it’s over!”

“You can’t just break up with me because I’m breaking up with you!”

“Grow up, Mari!”

You watched as the girl with caramel hair charged down the stairs. This was quite the first impression of your new home.

“Hola.” You jumped when the girl next to you spoke up.

“Oh, hi- I mean- hola.”

“It’s okay I speak English too if you didn't hear from the shouting.” The girl next to you said, leaning against her door.

“I’m sorry for being nosy. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s ok. Sorry for the less than warm welcome. You must be the new neighbor, right?” You nod your head at her as you set the boxes down by the door.

“Thank god! The last guy who lived here was an asshole.”

“Well, I can assure you I’m not an asshole.”

“Let me help you move! I’m Mari, by the way.”

You introduced yourself and continued moving boxes with her. While moving, Mary vented about her now ex-girlfriend to you. She told you how Luciana didn’t want to introduce Mari to her family because she was embarrassed. Then about how they argued all morning until Luciana broke up with her Mary broke up with her.

You were in awe of Mari’s strength. Not once did she cry, instead she constantly reminded herself of her worth. She told you that everyone, no matter what shape, size, color, or gender, should be treated like royalty. She would never let her stupid ex keep her down.

By the time night fell, you had completely finished moving your stuff in. Mari invited you over for some homemade Arroz Atollado. As she cooked, you told her your story. You told her about the loss of your family, and why running off to Columbia was the best option. Mari handed you your plate of Arroz Atollado and sat down with you on her couch.

“Where do you work?”

“I work at an old diner. You should stop by sometime. I'd love to have company during my boring shifts.”

“Yeah, definitely!”

“Where do you work?”

“Oh, I haven’t found a job yet. I’m going to look in the ads in tomorrow's paper and then go hunting.”

“Oh! You should totally work at the Embassy! I hear they pay their secretaries pretty handsomely! Plus, the guys there are cute for Gringos.” You laugh at Mari.

“I don’t wanna work at the embassy. That sounds so boring! I came here for a change not to sit at a desk with a bunch of white guys yelling at me.”

“Ugh fine. What do you like to do then?”

“I don’t know, I like reading?”

“Well, you’re fluent in Spanish, so you could be a teacher or maybe a librarian?”

“Hmmm,” A librarian might be fun. “Maybe a librarian. How far is the nearest library?”

“Not far at all! It’s an easy walk if you don’t have a car. I’ve met the head librarian before. She’s your stereotypical old and brittle librarian, but her granddaughters are adorable. They come to the diner sometimes for sweets. I’m sure you’ll get the job.”

“Yeah! Okay! I’m going to go to the Library tomorrow!”

“After you should come to visit me! I’m a short walk away.”

Mari turns on the tv and introduces you to her favorite best/worst telenovela. After laughing for hours, you went to your apartment and slept in your new room.

The next day, you followed Mari’s directions and walked to the Library. It was old and adorable, yet lively with color. You took a whiff; you loved that smell of old books. A smile made its way onto your face at the children that ran around and giggled. You could get used to this.

After your interview, which you totally nailed, you followed the path Mary told you about to the diner. It was a mom and pops shop, a local favorite. The bell rang when you entered, and saw Mari walking with a tray of plates.

“Well, hey there, Chica! You can go sit at the counter right there.”

You give her a nod and take a seat, watching her place the plates of food down. When she was done, she walked behind the counter and handed you the menu.

“How did the interview go?” She asks as you look through the menu.

“Wonderful! I got the job! You were right though, the Librarian said I was perfectly qualified, but she didn’t seem to like me very much.”

“That’s just who she is, Hon. Don’t take it personally. What do you wanna eat?”

“I don’t know. Whatever your favorite is!”

“Sure thing.”

Mary walked over and put your order in. While you waited, you watched her work and took in the scenery. You were a little nervous about your new life here, but everything was falling together perfectly. God, you were so lucky to have met Mari. It may only be your second day of friendship, but she’s gone above and beyond for you.

“Here your food, Chica.” Mari sets the plate of the best smelling Tamales you’ve ever smelled.

“That smells astounding!”

“Wait till you try it!”

You took a bite and let out a moan. “This is unbelievable!”

“We’ve got the best Tamales in Columbia,” Mari says with a shrug.

“I can’t finish all of this. When’s your break? You can share with me.”

“As of right now, I’m on my break!” Mari grabs a fork and digs into the extra tamale. You two end up giggling over the cute guys that walk in. Mari, surprisingly, gets shy when you nudge her to rebound with the cute guy checking her out.

After you two finish the tamales, she gives you a slice of tres leches. “The desserts here are amazing. Try this.” Before you could take a bite, the doorbell rings.

“What are you doing here?” Mari groaned. You turn around to see who she’s talking to when you recognize Luciana and another girl.

“I didn’t want to go here, but she begged me to.” Luciana nods towards the girl next to her. “Let’s just go somewhere else, babe.”

Mari gasps, “Babe?! You have a girlfriend?!”

“Get over it, Mary. It's not like we’re even together anymore.”

“You’re a bitch!” You couldn’t help yourself; you had to say something.

“Excuse me?” Luciana spoke up as her girlfriend started to tug her arm to leave.

“I said… You. Are. A. Bitch.” Now stood in front of Mary like a shield.

“I’m happy for you, Mari. I’m glad you’re hanging out with other pieces of shit.”

You couldn’t stop yourself, nor did you care to. You took the slice of tres leches and smashed it in her face. Mari lets out a gasp, followed by historical laughter, which you join in. Luciana groans, but before she could do anything. Her girlfriend tugs her out. “Let’s go! Leave them!”

You turn around to look at Mari. She has the biggest smile on her face and continues to laugh. She turns around and gets you two another slice of cake.

“We’re going to be best friends,” She says while taking a bite.

“Yes, we are!”

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A/N: Feel free to submit one shot or head canon ideas!🤍 Can’t wait to hear what you all say!🤍

Series Taglist: @lordabovehelpme @agingerindenial @radiowallet @otherthingsinhead @obsessivelysearching @busycryin @peterparkerporker @startrekkingaroundasgard @beskarboobs @what-iwish-you-knew @616wilsons @diogodxlot @noshame-bb @hnt-escape @sambucky21 @kirsteng42

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #biblichor series #biblichor

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