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Gentle Lovin’ — Choso Kamo
Holds him very gently 😭🤲
In any day amongst the other, he never could've imagined the life he had been dealt. Choso was merely under the impression he would always just leave behind a trail of destruction of blood and tears in his wake, never being able to see his brothers again. Close to even killing another of his brothers of whom he recently learned that he held close relations with, he almost injured himself for just almost killing Itadori Yuuji. He was confused, full of uncertainty and was just ready to end it on behalf of all his brothers before him.
But you, you came right along and slapped him with a face full of love he was never accustomed too, let alone actually recognizing it. But it felt.. young, refreshing to feel. Not having to live a reality that felt full of delusions of hope, to some it seemed incomprehensiable but to Choso Kamo alone -- He was here and alive in your arms.
"Choso baby." You murmur softly, threading your fingers through the abyssal black hair you've come to love and recognize just merely upon one look at him. He hummed in response, lacking the proper energy to even want to respond to you. "Are you comfortable? Your neck most be cramping in that position."
You let out a chuckle as he nodded, only nuzzling further to feel the warmth residing in your chest.
"So no then, you sure you don't wanna readjust?" You motion, tracing his clothed musculature. "I might even cramp my own neck." Choso perked up at this, and lifted himself off of your body with a groan. The raven-haired man and gently lifted you up toward the side, rolling you over onto your side. Which had resulted in you being the one cuddling up to him, he nuzzled you closer to the warmth of his body, as possibly close as can be.
"Pfft." You snicker absentmindedly, your hand laying to rest on his bare chest. "You. are. hopeless." These words seemed to be insulting, yet it was fully affectionate, only to you and Choso alone.
"Mmh," Choso readjusted his own head, his windswept hair ending up tickling the forefront of your temple, causing you to chuckle at the ticklish sensation. Though you couldn't see, you could sense his vague smile. In turn, You grinned and looked up at him properly, locking eyes with his own your breath had caught in your throat for a moment--taking the time to revel in the beauty of his eyes.
For some reason, you couldn't help but feel lucky to live for a domestic moment such as this. This was real, and you were here with him.
Safe to say he also has the same sentiment, as he just tightened his grip almost barely. You weren't sure what else to do beside being just held by your cute little man, in all honesty (right now he's just being adorable as hell.)
Suddenly, an urge to touch his face came over you. So you began at his jawline, trailing from there slowly and awaiting his reaction. You were slow and steady to ensure that he can stop you from touching his face any time he wanted to.
In fact, he hadn't made any move to stop you. Rather he had encourage you with a warm hum, leaning into your touch.
Choso closed his eyes, he was enjoying your face-touching. You smiled upon knowing this and went along as he had mention without a word being spoken.
Between you and Choso, no words aren't really needed. Behind closed doors anyway, merely consistent hums and murmurs.
From beyond the long day's hard work, your sociability to actually interact and speak with people is hellishly drained. Choso understands this well, even with being an elder brother it is a harsh job. But it is a job he takes with pride.
"So handsome..." You admired him, just for now. Now tracing his markings that ran across his face diagonally and vertically, he hummed and simply just laid there as to not throw you off, he found amusement in your cute ministrations.
Truthfully, he never wanted this to stop.
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Hii, love your vlog!!!
So I was thinking about bimbo!reader giving hints to Ethan about how much she wants him, but him being clueless, because he doesn't think she can be into him. Until one day reader loss it and says something like 'can you stf an fuck me?!'
If you're not comfortable it's okay, no problem girl, just a brainrot ❤️❤️
Thanks for the request anon, I’m actually a slut so I had no problem writing this! Unfortunately I am also a lazy slut which is why it took me a week to release this, my bad!
Hints and misses 🎀💋
Warnings: Oral (fem and male receiving) facesitting, subby Ethan, missionary, riding, Ethan is a bit of a loser but he is also a MUNCH because I said so and my word is law.
You weren’t really the “studious” type, and everyone knew it. Sure, you just about passed your classes, but economics? Yeah, that wasn’t your thing. Honestly, you had no idea what was going on half the time. So when Chad suggested his nerdy roommate Ethan help you out, you jumped at the chance. Not because you were desperate to understand supply and demand curves, but because you had the biggest crush on Ethan. There was something about his awkwardness that you found absolutely irresistible.
It wasn’t just that he was smart—like, really smart—but he was the kind of guy who didn’t even realize how hot he was. Ethan Landry was a virgin in every sense of the word and had clearly never felt the touch of a woman and it turned you on beyond belief. The way he would stumble over his words, run his hands hurriedly through his curls when he was nervous, the way his cheeks flushed when you got too close to him… it was all too much. You had been flirting with him for months, making it blatantly obvious that you wanted him. But for some reason, he never seemed to get the hint no matter how hard you tried.
And trust me, you tried.
Hard.
For example, one night, the group was talking about “types” during a chill hangout. When Ethan made a self-deprecating joke about how “nerds aren’t usually anyone’s type,” you decided it was the perfect opportunity.
“I love nerds,” you declared, looking right at him, resting your hand on his arm for emphasis. “Like, so much. I mean, smart guys are, like, totally my thing.”
Ethan gave a shy smile. “Oh, that’s nice! Nerds are great, right? They’re super focused… like when they’re playing Dungeons & Dragons or calculating statistical probabilities.”
“Yes!” you said, inching closer. “I love a guy who’s, like, super focused… and intense… and maybe even obsessed, y’know?”
He grinned, eyes lighting up. “That’s awesome! You should totally play D&D with us sometime. It takes hours, but it’s so fun.”
You opened your mouth, ready to explain that the only dungeon you were interested in involved a certain bedroom vibe, but he was already lost in thought, excitedly talking about character stats.
Or that one time when you convinced Ethan to go for ice cream with you. You wore your shortest denim skirt and leaned in every chance you got, licking your ice cream cone with obvious intent.
“So, Ethan,” you said, licking the ice cream slowly and giving him a very suggestive look. “Do you like… really sweet things?”
He smiled, nodding enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah! I love sweets. Did you know the chemical structure of sugar is actually super interesting?”
You blinked, holding back a sigh. “Uh-huh… fascinating. But what if, like, someone sweet wanted to… share ice cream with you?” You held out your cone, winking.
Ethan just looked at you, confused. “But we have our own cones…?”
At this point, you just stared at him, open-mouthed, while Mindy fell off the bench laughing behind you.
“Oh fuck you, Mindy, go suck a dick or something,” you glared witheringly at your friend.
“I’m literally a lesbian but at this rate, I have a higher chance of sucking a dick than you have hooking up with Landry,” she snorted from the ground.
You were sick and tired of Ethan not catching your very blatant hints. You wanted that man and TRUST, you were going to have him.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror before he came over, adjusting your low-cut pink top, making sure it showed just enough cleavage. You tugged at the hem of your skirt, smirking at how short it was, and checked your lip gloss one last time. You weren’t here to actually learn anything tonight. You had a much better plan in mind.
When Ethan knocked on your door, you could already feel that familiar flutter of excitement in your stomach. You opened the door, beaming at him. “Hey, Ethan! Thanks sooo much for coming over to help me. I’ve been, like, totally lost in this class.”
He smiled nervously, awkward as ever, and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah, no problem. Economics can be a bit tricky if you’re not used to it.”
You led him inside, swaying your hips a little more than usual, knowing full well he’d notice. His eyes flickered to your outfit for a split second before he quickly looked away, his face already turning pink.
“Let’s sit on the couch,” you suggested, sitting down with your legs crossed in a way that showed off just enough thigh. “I’ve got, like, all my notes, but I don’t really get it. You’re, like, sooo much smarter than me, Ethan.”
He sat beside you, setting his textbook on the coffee table, his fingers twitching nervously. “You’re not—uh, you’re smart. You just need someone to explain it differently.”
You blinked at him, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. He was cute when he tried to be nice. “You’re sweet. But seriously, I don’t get any of this stuff.”
Ethan opened his book, flipping to a page covered in graphs. He started talking about supply and demand curves, how prices shifted when supply or demand increased. You were trying to focus—you really were—but the way his voice rumbled softly as he explained things, the way his curls flopped over his eyes every now and then, made it impossible for you to concentrate on anything other than how hot he looked.
You leaned a little closer, pretending to look at the graph he was pointing to. “Mmm, yeah, sure. That makes sense, I guess,” you mumbled, not even paying attention to what he was saying anymore. Your eyes were glued to the way his lips moved when he talked, and you felt heat pool in your stomach. You bit your lip, completely distracted by the way his hands moved across the page, how his fingers flexed as he explained some concept you were completely ignoring.
Fuck he was such a loser, you needed him CARNALLY.
“And so, when the price of a good increases…” Ethan continued, completely oblivious to your internal meltdown.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You had been dropping hints for months—months! And he still didn’t get it. He still thought you wanted his help with homework when all you really wanted was him. The frustration built up until you snapped.
“Ethan, can you shut the fuck up and just fuck me?”
The words left your mouth before you even realized it, and suddenly the room was dead silent. Ethan froze mid-sentence, his hand still hovering over the page, his eyes wide as he turned to look at you.
“Wait… what?” His voice cracked slightly, his face flushing bright red. He looked so bewildered, like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to you. “I said, shut the fuck up and fuck me, Ethan.” Your voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “I don’t care about this stupid homework. I’ve been dropping hints for ages, and you’ve been completely clueless! I’ve been waiting for you to figure it out, but you’re, like, so dense.”
His eyes widened even more, if that was even possible. He stammered, “But—but why would you—I mean, you’re… you’re you, and I’m just…”
“Oh my god, stop,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “You’re smart, you’re hot, and I want you. I’ve wanted you for months. How have you not figured this out?”
Ethan looked like his brain had short-circuited. “You… you want me?”
“Yes! Duh!” You were getting impatient now. “Look at me, Ethan. I don’t dress like this because I care about economics. I dressed like this for you. I’ve been flirting with you, touching you, sitting as close to you as possible, and you just… never got it.”
He blinked rapidly, looking completely dumbfounded. “But… I thought… someone like you would never want… someone like me.”
You groaned in frustration. “Why the hell not? You’re cute! You’re smart! And you’re, like, sooo sexy when you talk about all this stuff. Do you know how hot you are when you start explaining things? It gets my pussy so wet all I wanna do is fuckin ruin you!”
Ethan’s face was a deep shade of red now, and he still looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “I… I had no idea.”
“Well, now you do,” you said, your voice softening as you grabbed his hand and placed it on your waist. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”
He stared at you, his hand trembling slightly as it rested against your waist. “I—I don’t know what to say. I mean… I’ve never…”
You smirked, leaning in until your lips were barely an inch from his. “You don’t have to say anything, Ethan. Just kiss me.”
For a second, it looked like he was still processing everything, but then, finally, he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was messy, nervous, but filled with all the pent-up tension that had been building between you for months. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, pressing your body against his.
Ethan’s hands were tentative at first, unsure of where to touch, but you guided them, placing them on your hips and encouraging him to explore. His touch was hesitant, but it sent shivers down your spine all the same. He pulled away from the kiss, breathless, his eyes wide with wonder.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured, almost to himself.
You grinned, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “Believe it, nerd. Now, stop thinking so much and just fuck me.”
“Can I- can you- please teach me how to make you feel good?” The way the question filled the empty room caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting your innocent friend to ask something like that! But the grin that spread across your face was practically sinister. You wanted this bad.
Before he knew it, Ethan was being dragged to your bedroom, still in complete and utter shock at how this was happening and how your clothes were already coming off.
You lay back against the pillows, watching as Ethan hovered between your legs, his breath shaky but his eyes filled with a nervous determination. He looked at you, clearly waiting for more instruction, his fingers trembling slightly as they rested on your thighs.
You smiled, your voice soft but teasing. “Don’t be so nervous, Ethan. Just do what feels natural.”
He swallowed hard, then nodded, leaning down until his mouth was just a breath away from you. His first kiss against your skin was gentle, almost tentative, but the sensation sent a shiver of anticipation through you.
Ethan paused, his breath warm against you, then he dove back in, his tongue tentatively exploring you. His movements were slow at first, unsure, but you could feel how eager he was, how desperate he was to make sure he got it right. His inexperience didn’t matter—what mattered was the intensity of his focus, how every little sound you made seemed to spur him on.
“Just like that,” you moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
The praise seemed to light a fire in him. You could feel him getting bolder, his tongue moving with more confidence as he began to lose himself in the moment. He was so eager, so focused on your pleasure that it made your head spin. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked at your core, his pace quickening.
Ethan’s breath was coming in quick, desperate pants between strokes of his tongue. You could hear him whimpering softly against you, his lips wet and swollen from the effort, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more frantic as you moaned and gasped above him.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure began to roll through your body. “Ethan… yes…”
His response was a low, needy moan that vibrated through you. His enthusiasm was overwhelming, his tongue moving faster, sloppier, as he became more desperate. He was whimpering between kisses, his grip on your thighs tightening, and you realized with a jolt that he was grinding against the bed, trying to relieve some of the tension building inside him.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you gasped, your voice shaking as you felt the heat building inside you. “Keep going… don’t stop…”
Ethan let out another whimper, his tongue working you over with renewed intensity as you praised him. His hips rocked against the bed, his moans growing louder, more desperate. He was lost in it now—lost in your taste, in the feeling of your body responding to him, in the need to make you feel good.
“T-Thank you,” he mumbled against your skin, his words muffled by the wet sounds of his mouth on you. “You taste… so fucking good…”
You glanced down at him, breathless and dazed by the sight. His face was flushed, his lips glistening with your slick, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. He looked completely wrecked, and it only made you want him more.
“Oh my god, Ethan,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth. “You’re making me… oh fuck…”
He groaned in response, his movements growing even sloppier as he chased your pleasure with an almost frantic urgency. His whimpers were constant now, his entire body trembling as he worked himself against the bed, desperate for release. But even as he lost control, he never stopped focusing on you, on your pleasure.
You could feel the pressure building inside you, the heat coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue. Ethan’s hands were gripping your thighs so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the way he was making you feel—the way his eagerness, his desperation, was pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, your entire body trembling as you neared the brink. “Ethan, don’t stop…”
He didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more frantic, his tongue working you over with a kind of raw desperation that made your head spin. He moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your body, and it was enough to send you spiraling over the edge.
You came with a loud cry, your body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Ethan kept going, his tongue relentless as he worked you through your orgasm, his whimpers of pleasure blending with your moans.
But even as your body began to relax, as the pleasure ebbed, Ethan didn’t stop. He was still going, his tongue slower now but just as eager, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You could feel him trembling, hear his soft whimpers, and when you glanced down at him, you saw that his lips were swollen, glistening, his eyes half-closed with lust.
“Ethan!” you finally gasped, tugging gently on his curls to pull him away, your own body still trembling. “You need to stop…”
But he looked up at you, completely dazed, his lips covered with your slick, and there was a desperate need in his gaze. “No, please,” he whined, his voice thick with desire. “I want more… let me do it again. Sit on my face, please.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, completely dazed. He looked unrecognisable—his hair messy from your hands, face smeared with your juices and his eyes blown wide with lust. And yet, he was still begging for more, desperate to make you feel good again.
You smirked, your heart racing as you considered his request. “You want me to sit on your face, huh?”
Ethan nodded eagerly, his hands already reaching for your hips. “Please,” he whimpered again, his voice filled with need. “I want to make you feel good… let me do it again. I need it.”
The desperation in his voice was almost enough to send you over the edge again right then and there.
You could see the desperation in Ethan’s eyes as you teased him, and it only made you want him more. He lay back on the bed, breathless and dazed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, lips still glistening from his relentless efforts. His eyes tracked your every movement as you slowly climbed back over him, hovering above his face, watching the anticipation build in those wide brown eyes.
“God, you really can’t get enough, can you?” you murmured, your voice sultry and teasing as you dragged your fingers gently through his messy curls. He whimpered, his hips already jerking up into the air in a needy, helpless motion, like he couldn’t control himself anymore.
You relented, lowering yourself down until you were back on his face, and the second he felt you against his lips again, Ethan moaned like a man starved. His tongue immediately dove back in, more eager than before, licking and sucking with reckless abandon, as if he was addicted to the way you tasted. He groaned against you, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to leave marks, pulling you down harder against his mouth.
You bit your lip, suppressing a moan as you started to rock your hips against him. The way he moved beneath you, the way he whimpered and moaned like he was getting drunk off your taste, was driving you wild. He was a mess, absolutely lost in you, and you loved every second of it.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” you breathed, your voice trembling as pleasure built inside you once again. “It’s like you were made for it… made to make me feel good.”
Ethan whimpered in response, his tongue pressing deeper, flicking wildly against your clit. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think straight anymore. All he could do was focus on you, on the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your body rocking against his face.
You felt the shift in him as you began to pick up the pace, grinding harder against him. His hips jerked up into the air, desperate for any kind of relief. But he had nothing to grind against, nothing to alleviate the intense need that was building inside him. He was humping the air, whining and whimpering beneath you, his body trembling with the sheer force of his desire.
“Poor baby,” you cooed, your voice dripping with mock sympathy as you looked down at him, watching his face disappear between your thighs. “You had no idea, did you? How badly I wanted this… how badly I wanted you.”
He moaned again, his hands trembling as they gripped your thighs harder, trying to pull you down further onto his mouth. He was completely lost in you now, his tongue moving sloppily but enthusiastically as you rode his face. And the way he was so desperate, so utterly consumed by your pleasure, only made you want him more.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this,” you continued, your voice breathy and filled with lust. “I’ve thought about you so many times, Ethan. Thought about how good it would feel to have you between my legs, thought about teaching you… showing you everything.”
Ethan whimpered beneath you, his hips jerking up even harder, humping the air like he couldn’t help himself. His tongue flicked faster, sloppier, as he devoured you, his whole body trembling with the force of his desperation.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned, your pace picking up as you rode him faster, your fingers tugging on his curls. “God, I never thought I’d be into nerdy guys, but you—fuck, you drive me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class, about what it would be like to have you like this… to make you mine.”
Ethan’s response was another desperate, muffled moan, his lips swollen and slick as he licked and sucked at you with reckless abandon. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was humping the air helplessly, completely lost in his desire for you. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned into you, his whimpers growing more frantic the faster you moved.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for so long,” you continued, your voice trembling with lust. “Every time we hung out, every time you were so oblivious to how badly I wanted you, it drove me insane. I wanted to drag you into my room and just… fuck you until you couldn’t think straight, until you knew my body better than any of those fuckass econ graphs.”
Ethan’s hips bucked wildly beneath you at that, his whimpers turning into needy, broken sounds as his tongue worked you over with even more desperation. He was completely at your mercy, unable to do anything but whimper and moan as you used him for your own pleasure.
“And now, you’re here,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked harder against his face. “Now you’re mine… my good boy… making me feel so fucking good…”
Ethan let out a muffled cry beneath you, his whole body trembling as he sucked and licked with wild abandon, his desperation palpable. He was babbling incoherently, thanking you between gasps and whimpers, his voice barely audible against your skin.
You could feel the tension building inside you again, your body trembling as you rode his face faster, harder. The way he was so desperate, so eager to please you, was driving you wild. You could feel him practically worshipping you with every stroke of his tongue, every moan that spilled from his lips.
“You’re amazing,” you gasped, your voice breathy as you neared the edge once again. “So fucking amazing…”
Ethan’s response was another needy whimper, his tongue moving frantically as he tried to push you over the edge. His hips were still jerking up into the air, humping desperately as he sought any kind of release. But he didn’t stop—he couldn’t stop. He was completely consumed by his need to make you come, and the desperation in his movements only made your pleasure intensify.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, your head falling back as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. “I’m gonna come again, Ethan… don’t stop…”
He let out a desperate groan, his lips swollen and slick as he licked and sucked at you with everything he had, his hips still humping the air in helpless need. And with one final, frantic flick of his tongue, you came undone once again.
Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, your hips bucking wildly against his face as you cried out. But even as you came, even as you trembled and gasped, Ethan didn’t stop. He kept going, his tongue working you over with desperate, wild enthusiasm, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
By the time you came down from your high, your legs were shaking, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. You glanced down at Ethan, your breath catching at the sight of him—his face was a mess, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes dazed and wide with lust. And yet, he was still going, still licking you like he was addicted to the taste of you.
“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped, breathless and dazed as you looked down at him. “You’re a fucking mess…”
He moaned in response, his hips jerking wildly as he humped the air, his whimpers growing more frantic as he continued to devour you. He was completely lost in it now, utterly consumed by his need to please you.
“God, you really want it bad, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice teasing as you looked down at him. “You’re so desperate for me… and I love it.”
He whined again, his hands gripping your thighs as he tried to pull you down harder onto his face, his babbling incoherent as he thanked you again and again, practically worshipping you with his mouth.
As you pulled yourself away from Ethan’s face, he let out a desperate whine, his hands twitching as if he was already mourning the loss of your taste. His lips were even more swollen, and his eyes, still dazed with lust, blinked up at you, wide with need.
He opened his mouth to beg, but you silenced him before he could utter a word, sliding down his body with a smirk. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you, wide-eyed and trembling beneath you as he realized what you were about to do.
“Now it’s my turn,” you whispered, your voice dripping with lust and amusement as you looked down at him, dragging your nails lightly over his heaving chest. “Let me show you how it feels…”
Ethan’s breath came out in a ragged gasp as your hands slid lower, his body jerking beneath your touch. When you finally reached him, you paused, your fingers lightly grazing his hardness through his boxers, and you couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed your face.
He was big.
For a moment, you just stared, slightly taken aback, before a wicked grin spread across your lips. “Well, well,” you teased, slipping your hand beneath the fabric and wrapping your fingers around him. Ethan let out a sharp gasp, his entire body shuddering at your touch. “You’ve been hiding this the whole time, huh?”
Ethan’s response was a choked whimper, his hips bucking up into your hand as you slowly stroked him, your touch light and teasing. “Oh, fuck…” he groaned, his voice shaky and ragged as he trembled beneath you. “I—fuck, I didn’t…”
You cut him off, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his length, your lips brushing over the sensitive skin as he moaned loudly, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Jesus, this feels incredible,” he gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as you began to stroke him in earnest, your hand sliding up and down his length, feeling him throb under your touch. “Holy shit, that feels so good…”
You moaned around him, your own arousal spiking at the sound of his voice, at the way he was completely unraveling beneath you. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth, his length twitching as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder. His hips bucked up again, and you had to steady him with your hands, your fingers gripping his thighs as you began to bob your head, taking him deeper with every movement.
Ethan was losing it. His breath came out in ragged pants, his hips jerking up into your mouth as he swore under his breath, his voice shaky and desperate. “Oh my god… I… fuck, that’s so good, I can’t—fuck, I can’t…”
You smirked around him, your hands stroking the parts of him you couldn’t reach with your mouth, feeling him pulse under your touch. He was so responsive, so utterly lost in the pleasure, and it was driving you wild. You loved watching him fall apart, loved knowing that you were the one making him feel this way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ethan moaned, his voice a mess of broken curses as his hips bucked up again, his body trembling beneath you. “I’ve never… I didn’t know… oh my god…”
You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him as you moaned again, the vibrations making him shudder. He was babbling now, incoherent sounds spilling from his lips as he tried to hold himself together, but you could tell he was close—his breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body tense, his hips jerking up into your mouth with every movement.
“Please…” he gasped, his voice barely audible as he whimpered beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly it looked like he might tear them. “Please don’t stop, I need—fuck, I need you…”
You didn’t. You kept going, your pace quickening as you took him as deep as you could, your hands stroking him faster. His reactions were driving you wild—the way he was falling apart beneath you, the way he couldn’t stop swearing and moaning your name. His hips were out of control now, jerking up into your mouth with every bob of your head, and you could tell he was teetering on the edge.
“Oh fuck… I’m so close, I’m so fucking close…” Ethan’s voice was high and desperate, his whole body trembling as he gasped for breath, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “I’m gonna—”
You pulled back slightly, teasing him, licking slowly up his length as you watched him writhe beneath you. His eyes flew open, wide and glazed with lust, and he let out a loud, desperate whimper, his hips jerking up into the air in a futile attempt to chase your mouth.
“Please,” he begged, his voice shaky and desperate. “Please, I need you…”
You smiled wickedly, your hand still stroking him as you leaned down, your lips brushing over his tip as you whispered, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re falling apart like this.”
Ethan moaned loudly, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips bucked up again, his entire body trembling with the force of his need. He was so close, teetering on the edge, and you could see it in the way his chest heaved, the way his voice cracked with every moan.
“We have plenty of time for you to cum in my mouth Landry. But for now, the only place I want your cum is in my pussy,” you grinned wickedly as you crawled back up his body and grabbed his shaft to rub through your dripping folds. “You want this, baby?”
When all you received in response was a rushed nod, whimper and jerk of the hips, you tutted disapprovingly, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
“Cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than that. I haven’t even put your cock in my pussy yet, there’s no way you’re too fucked out to speak, use your words,”
“Please- I need to feel you around my cock, need you so so bad!” He whimpered in desperation, jerking his hips up to nudge against your entrance. The movement made you giggle before finally relenting, sinking down on his thick length in one go, prompting a string of curses to fall from both of your lips. You bit your lip and mewled at the full feeling that overtook your body, feeling full from finally having that sexy clueless nerd balls deep in you.
You could feel Ethan trembling beneath you as you began to move, his hands gripping your thighs with a hesitant touch. His nerves were obvious, the way his breath hitched in his throat, the way his body stiffened every time you sank down on him. He was trying so hard to hold it together, but you knew he was on the verge of losing control—and you were going to push him right over the edge.
You smirked as you started to rock your hips, your movements slow and teasing at first, just to watch him squirm. His eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth fell open with a shaky gasp as you took him in deeper. It was almost cute, the way he was trying to hold on, but you were far too impatient for that.
“Aw, look at you honey,” you cooed, your voice dripping with amusement as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. “Is this too much for you? Already falling apart and I’ve barely even started.”
Ethan let out a choked whimper, his hands gripping your hips tighter as his body trembled beneath you. “I-I’m sorry,” he gasped, his voice shaky and breathless. “I just—fuck, you feel so good, I don’t… I can’t…”
You laughed softly, your nails dragging down his chest as you rocked your hips a little harder, a little faster. “I know, baby,” you purred, your voice low and teasing. “I know it’s your first time, so I’ll take it easy on you… for now.”
He whimpered again, his hands trembling as they slid up your thighs, gripping you tightly as if he was trying to ground himself. But you weren’t about to let him off that easy.
“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” you murmured, your voice sultry and playful as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. “All those nights you were too shy to even look at me, thinking you didn’t stand a chance. But now look at you—finally getting what you’ve been begging for, and you don’t even know how to handle it.”
Ethan let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking up into you as his whole body trembled beneath you. “I… I didn’t think…” He could barely get the words out, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I didn’t think you’d ever want me like this…”
You grinned wickedly, your hands sliding up his chest as you moved faster, your hips grinding down against him. “Oh, baby, you have no idea,” you whispered, your voice dripping with lust as you started to ride him harder. “I’ve wanted you for so long… watching you get all flustered around me, trying to hide how much you wanted me… It drove me crazy.”
Ethan moaned loudly, his head falling back against the pillow as he arched into your movements, his entire body trembling. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, his lips parted in breathless whimpers as he struggled to keep up with your pace. He was so close, and you could tell he was doing everything he could to hold back, to make it last, but you weren’t going to let him.
“You’ve been so good, though,” you teased, your voice a low purr as you dragged your nails down his chest. “Begging me with those puppy eyes, thinking you weren’t good enough for me… But look at you now, baby. Look how good you feel inside me. You’re doing so well.”
His eyes flew open at your praise, wide and dazed as he looked up at you. He whimpered, his body trembling beneath you, his hands clutching at your thighs as if he was trying to hold on. “I… I want more,” he gasped, his voice desperate and pleading. “Please… I want more…”
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You want more, baby? You want me to ride you until you can’t take it anymore?”
Ethan nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged pants as he bucked up into you, his whole body trembling. “Please,” he begged, his voice shaky and desperate. “Please, I need more… I need you…”
You smirked, loving the way he was falling apart beneath you. “Such a good boy,” you murmured, your voice dripping with praise and amusement as you started to ride him faster, harder, your hips grinding down against him with every thrust. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle this, but you’re proving me wrong.”
Ethan let out a loud, broken moan, his hips jerking up into you as he whimpered beneath you, his body trembling with every movement. “I… I’m trying… fuck, I’m trying so hard…”
“Of course you are,” you purred, leaning down to nip at his earlobe, making him shudder. “But you don’t have to try so hard, baby. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”
He let out a desperate whimper, his hands shaking as they slid up your sides, gripping you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can last…”
“Good,” you breathed, your hips grinding down harder as you felt him start to lose control beneath you. “Don’t hold back. I want you to come for me.”
Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes rolling back as his whole body tensed beneath you. “I… fuck, I can’t… I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, baby,” you whispered, your voice commanding as you rode him harder, feeling him throbbing inside you. “Fill me up.”
With a loud, desperate moan, Ethan finally tipped over the edge, his hips jerking up into you as his whole body convulsed beneath you, trembling with the force of his release. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurt, but it only drove you further, riding him through his orgasm as he gasped and whimpered beneath you.
“Such a good boy,” you purred, your voice dripping with praise as you slowed your movements, letting him come down from the high. “You did so well for me, baby. So, so good.”
Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath you as he blinked up at you, his eyes wide and dazed. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a mess, and he looked completely gone—and it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice shaky as he looked up at you with wide, awe-filled eyes. “That was… I can’t even…”
You grinned down at him, your fingers brushing through his messy hair as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his. “Don’t worry, baby,” you whispered, your voice a low purr. “We’re just getting started.”
As Ethan came down from his high, still panting beneath you, you could see a spark ignite in his eyes. His gaze shifted, taking in every curve of your body as if he was seeing you for the first time. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his, teasing him with every movement as you felt him start to regain his composure.
“Okay, let’s switch it up a bit,” you said, your voice sultry and playful. “I want to show you how to make me feel even better.”
He looked up at you, a hint of nervousness still lingering in his expression. “How do you want me to… uh, you know, do it?”
You grinned, loving how eager he was to learn. “Let me show you,” you purred, sliding off him and turning around so you were both on your knees, facing each other. “Just like this. Get ready to take me in missionary.”
Ethan’s eyes widened with anticipation as you positioned yourself under him. You could see the nervous energy coursing through him, but you were determined to help him embrace this moment. “Just relax and let me guide you,” you said softly, your voice warm and encouraging.
As you settled yourself beneath him, you took a moment to enjoy the way his body looked beneath you. He was handsome, with those sweet, boyish features that drove you wild. You could see the tension in his muscles, but the way he gazed at you with those wide, innocent eyes made your heart race.
“Now,” you said, your voice sultry as you leaned down closer, brushing your lips against his. “I want you to push into me. Just like before, but this time, you’re in control.” You slowly guided him into you, letting him feel how warm and inviting you were, watching his face contort with pleasure.
Ethan’s breath hitched as he pushed in deeper, the sensation igniting something primal in him. “Like this?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
“Exactly,” you replied, encouraging him with a sultry smile. “Now, I want you to find your rhythm. Just focus on how good it feels to be inside me.”
He nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he began to move, cautiously at first. With each thrust, he grew more confident, his movements becoming faster and more deliberate. You could feel the intensity building between you, the way he filled you completely driving you wild.
“That’s it, baby,” you encouraged, your voice low and filled with desire. “You’re doing so good. Just like that. Harder.”
Ethan responded to your words, his thrusts becoming more enthusiastic, more urgent. The way he looked at you—his eyes dark with lust, his lips parted in a breathless moan—made your heart race even faster. You couldn’t help but revel in the heat of the moment, every sound, every movement sending a shiver of excitement through your body.
“God, you’re so hot,” you said, your voice dripping with lust as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I can’t believe how well you’re handling this. You’re making me feel incredible.”
His breath hitched at your words, and you could see the way they spurred him on. “I… I love this,” he gasped, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his confidence building with every word of praise you offered.
“You love making me feel good, don’t you?” you teased, your hips rolling against him as you encouraged him to go deeper. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I love making you feel good!” he exclaimed, his voice strained but filled with enthusiasm. The way he focused solely on your pleasure made you even more aroused, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly as you pushed him further.
“Good boy,” you praised, a sultry smile gracing your lips. “Now, tell me how much you want this.”
“I want it so bad,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his eyes locked on yours. “I want to make you come. I want to feel you around me.”
Your heart raced at his words, and you felt a rush of desire surge through you. “Then don’t hold back, Ethan. Show me just how much you want it.”
With a renewed sense of urgency, he began to thrust faster, his movements becoming more confident as he lost himself in the rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and you couldn’t help but cry out, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.
“Yes! Just like that!” you moaned, your voice breathless as you leaned down closer, feeling his warm breath against your skin. “You’re doing amazing, Ethan. Keep going.”
He nodded, his expression one of pure concentration mixed with lust. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice thick with desire. You could see the determination in his eyes, and it only made you want him more.
With every thrust, he grew bolder, and you could tell he was getting lost in the moment. The way he gazed at you—filled with awe and desire—only fueled your own excitement. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice trembling as he lost himself in the pleasure. “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this.”
“Just focus on me,” you urged, your voice sultry and commanding. “Let yourself go. I want to feel you completely.”
His breaths grew ragged, and you could see the pleasure building in him, his movements becoming more frantic as he tried to keep up with your pace. “I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you come with me.”
“Then don’t hold back, baby,” you said, your voice dripping with lust. “Come for me. I want to feel you inside me.”
With those words, you pushed him over the edge, feeling his body tense beneath you as he let out a deep, guttural groan, his hips bucking up into yours as he finally let go. The pleasure washed over you both, and you couldn’t help but cry out as you felt him fill you completely, your body trembling in response.
Ethan’s face was flushed with desire, his lips swollen and parted as he gasped for breath, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. He looked utterly gone, and it was the most intoxicating thing you’d ever seen. “You did so good,” you praised, your voice low and sultry as you leaned down, brushing your lips against his. “I knew you had it in you.”
As he came down from his high, a blissful smile spread across his face, and you felt a sense of pride and relief. Well that pining hadn’t been for nothing and you finally got your perfect boy.
Oh Mindy was gonna eat her fucking words.
I feel like I should make an Ethan taglist? Lmk if you would want to be on it!
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hihihi !! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but i was wondering if you could write something with either young!president!coryo or academy!coryo helping reader with nighttime anxiety fall asleep? just soothing, gentle words filled with fluff and love. LOVE U MILLIE!❤️
LOVE YOU MWAH I'm so sorry I took forever to do this hehe
౨ৎ꣑ৎcoriolanus when you have nighttime anxiety౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow
The pink silken strap of your nightdress kept falling off your shoulder, and at this point you didn't even bother to fix it. Staring at yourself in the clean gold rimmed mirror, you tried to breathe in. There were no windows in this closet, but you knew it was dark out. Coriolanus would have drawn the curtains in the bedroom by now, and it would only ease you a little bit.
For years now you'd dreaded earth after dark, something about the day's end propelling you into a world of worry that you could hardly escape. Crawling on your belly, you tried to outrun it. But the more you struggled, the worse it became.
"Darling?"
You turned your head at Coriolanus' call, swallowing and breathing in softly. Maybe it would be better tonight. Maybe you'd be able to slide under the covers with nary a feeling other than your husband's arms around you. Smoothing your pretty nightdress one more time, an attempt to get excited for bed, you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror. It would have to do.
Making your way into the next room, you tiptoed across the plush carpet, making your way into the waiting cradle of his arms. He pressed on your back, settling you into his body. "Just relax."
It had been a hard thing to hide from your husband- your night-caused fear. He'd crept within you the way ivy crawled up a garden wall. You made no move to trim it.
Coriolanus' chin rested atop your head, and he breathed in. The tension in his body seemed to diffuse, and you nuzzled into him, rubbing his chest. "How was your day today?"
"Fine." He brushed it off, seeming more interested in smoothing down your hair. "Long. Busy. How was yours, sweetheart?"
"I read a little bit," you mused, the conversation distracting you. The knot in your stomach began to unravel. "And...I went shopping.'
"Did you get this?" he murmured, pinching the soft material of your nightdress.
"Uh huh." It had been his suggestion. That maybe if you had something new, going to bed would seem nicer. It seemed there was no end to the money Coriolanus was willing to spend to help you get better.
He kissed your forehead. "I like it."
"Mhm." You slid your hand under his sleep shirt, splaying fingers out over his bare skin. The feeling soothed your thumping heart, and You shut your eyes, going limp over his chest.
Always attentive, Coriolanus guided your head so one ear rested over his heart. He raked his fingers gently through your hair, and you felt the press of his nose to your temple. "I've got you." He secured his free arm over your waist. "Whatever you're worrying about, I can make it go away."
You did feel invincible there, in his arms. Terror gripped you like a vice, and suddenly he was swooping in, an angel backlit by fear's tight fingers around your neck. He pried each one away, nursing the awful red marks they left. One look into his eyes told you how safe it was here. That everything horrible that dared darken your doorstep would cower once his shadow loomed over it. That was his power. But even if he had nothing, penniless with not a title to his name, you would feel just as protected.
"What do you want to do tomorrow?" he breathed, and you could hear that he was half-asleep.
"Are you going to be home?" you asked, feeling yourself start to drift off. it was a sensation you welcomed, and in Coriolanus' hold all the negatives that came with it dissolved in the net of the bubble around you both.
"Yes," he affirmed, lovingly stroking your hair, the repetition lulling your mind. His voice was soft, words pushed together. Whenever he got like this it always made you smile. The cold-hearted president of Panem, sleepy and refusing to let go of his wife. You loved him this way. You loved him every way. "It's been too long since we've had a day together, I think. What would you like to do?"
Smoothing a hand up his side, you shifted your head on his chest, the corners of your lips turning up as you thought. "The rose gardens are in bloom. I want to take a walk."
He kissed the top of your head. "Done."
Daydreams filled your head, of walking through the sea of roses, mostly red, with a great deal of pink he'd had planted specifically for you. And before you knew it, your eyes were growing heavy. Your last thought before you drifted off was the realization that he'd tricked you. Sleep was creeping up your spine when you hadn't wanted it to.
But you didn't mind one bit.
#kinda short and idk if it's good but rahhh#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x reader#ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#coriolanus snow imagine#president snow#young president snow#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus snow fic#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coryo snow#coryo x reader#coryo x you#the hunger games#thg tbosas#tbosas fanfiction#milliesfishes coryo
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EHEHEHEH GUYS SAB PASSED HER ART PROJECT DEFENCES TODAY WITH THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE MARK RAHHH i may have a bit more time to draw stinkers now,,, i miss em I didn't draw em for weEKS.
#sab yapping#Tho idk exactly what to draw yet#Any fluff/domestic skk ideas my guys#Question box is open raHHH#Asking you here bc i still dont feel like downloading instagram yet
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“Look What I Can Do!”
I forgor so, I combined day 4 - 5! 🥰
Prompt(s) from @obeymetournaments here!
Mc raced through the halls of HOL, determined to knock on the third born’s door. “Lev! Levi! Levia-chan!”
The door swung open, a confused and slightly sleepy Leviathan looking around. “Hm?” Without a second to process the thumping of footsteps, Mc pounced onto him. “WHAGH-“
“So you know how I’m learning spells with Soloman, right?” “Yeah-“
“Well, well, well!” Mc hopped off of Leviathan’s chest and onto their feet. They waved their hand as they whispered words under their breath. Their eyes and hand glowed, a mystic energy wrapping around Leviathan’s body.
Suddenly, he was lifted to his feet. He shivered at the feeling of being levitated, finding his footing. “C-cool..” he trembled. Mc was jumping in excitement, “isn’t he the best?! And guess what’s cooler?!”
Leviathan frowned before quickly putting on a smile. Albeit, a weak one. “Wh-hat..?” He wheezed. Mc was being too energetic for him right now, but he didn’t have the heart to push them away.
“Watch, watch!” They took in a deep breath, raising Leviathan’s brow. “Uh..” “Shh.” They planted their feet, slowly raising their hand. With another breath, they grinned and quickly pointed at Leviathan.
Leviathan’s confusion grew before he glowed in a bright light. He felt fabric flowing around him and wrapping his skin, his hair slightly blowing. The light died down and he was poofed into a new outfit.
He ran his hands down the dark purple skirt, his face heating up. “Uhm..what is with this..?” He looked up, tipping the large hat on his head to see its detail. Its inside was orange. The outer colour similar to the skirt. “A witch hat?” He shrugged and noticed the small cloak on his shoulders. Fluff on the inside of the hood. Same colour as the hat that faded into an orange. He looked down and wore a nicely fit, white shirt. Finally noticing the black and orange striped thigh highs he was wearing. His blush grew tenfold.
“Mc?! W-what am I wearing?!” He flushed, hiding his face in the cloak’s fluffy hood. “I saw you had this design in mind for a while. At least, enough to draw it out.”
“Seriously..” he grumbled. “Spotted it on one of our gaming nights. Now with this spell, I was able to conjure it up for you!” “Oh?”
“It’d be the perfect halloween costume! You’ll be the prettiest witch ever!” Leviathan chuckled at Mc’s words, checking himself out again. “Well..I wouldn’t mind, lol.”
“Want me to be the broom?”
“What?”
#obey me month#obey me leviathan#obey me mc#obey me drabble#obey me fluff#obey me leviathan x mc#obey me#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! shall we date#om! swd?#om! swd#omswd#omswd mc#omswd leviathan#om! mc#om! leviathan#drabble#i’m falling behind rahhh#and I’m busy later so I’ll get to the next two days this week ig???#ik i shouldn’t stress myself over this but i wanna be productive 🥲
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make it right (LS2 x OP81)
oscar and logan late night chat about problems. w/c: 552 day 39 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!!!!!! a/n: short one yall!!
Oscar hears a knock on his door. Weird. He gets off his bed and walks toward the door, taking a look through the peephole.
Logan?
What would Logan be doing here… at this hour?
Oscar opens his door and standing in front of him is Logan, but something is off.
His body is tense and his face is darkened, like something miserable just happened.
“Hi.” Logan manages, although he chokes on his own words.
“Hi Logan.” Oscar says, having to tilt his head slightly up.
“Can I crash?” Logan says, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his feet shuffling.
Oscar raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”
“I wanna stay in your room…” Logan mutters, “Just for tonight.”
“I mean, yea.” Oscar smiles, “Sure.”
Logan’s body relaxes a little.
“Something up?” Oscar says while closing the door as Logan sits on his bed.
Logan takes a moment to breathe before flopping onto the bed.
“Yea.” Logan says.
“Wanna talk?”
“How long you got?”
“The whole night.”
Oscar can see Logan’s lips curl up, he’s smiling. He’s smiling just a little.
“Alright.” Logan says, swinging his legs onto the bed.
Oscar positions himself next to Logan, before lying down as well.
“Do you think we aren’t as close anymore?” Logan whispers, but loud enough for Oscar to hear.
Oscar hesitates for a second.
“Yea.”
Logan sighs.
“Sorry.” Oscar says.
“Don’t be.” Logan replies, “It’s natural. The cutthroat nature of this sport.”
“Still isn’t good enough of a reason to drift from you.” Oscar says, “I mean, you’ve been such a great person. I feel bad that you’re alone.”
Logan nods, “Do you think the grid doesn’t like me?”
Oscar finds himself thinking hard for a reply.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Then what?”
“They aren’t close to you.”
Logan nods subtly again.
“No one wants to be close to me.” Logan chuckles. It’s not a happy chuckle.
“I want to.” Oscar clears his throat.
Logan smiles slightly.
“I’m just the friendly American at the back of the line.” Logan says, his voice almost cracking.
“They’ll only talk to me if they have to.” Logan continues.
Oscar lowers his head, looking at Logan in the eyes.
He’s right.
“They don’t matter.” Oscar says.
Logan hums softly.
“I’ll be your friend… well- I already am.” Oscar says, “I’ll be… a better friend.”
Logan looks away.
“I mean it. They don’t need to matter, only I do.” Oscar says, his voice laced with concern.
“Sure?” Logan says, his voice is soft and weak.
“Yes.” Oscar confidently says back, “Yes I’m sure. You’re not the back of the line for me.”
Logan turns back.
“Thanks Oscar.”
Oscar clears his throat before shifting closer to Logan.
Logan’s right in so many ways and Oscar hates it. He’s right about just being “an American” to everyone else and a last resort for conversations. He knows it. Logan knows it. Everyone knows it.
It’s been forever since Oscar’s seen Logan initiate conversation with someone because Logan knows no one wants to talk to him anyway. They aren’t making it subtle either, they’re making it look like they’re a 5 year old child being asked to tidy his room.
Oscar hates it. His heart shatters a little more every time Logan forces a smile out.
He’ll make this right.
He has to.
#f1#formula one#formula 1#f1 fandom#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#not beta read#loscar post#loscar#op81#ls2#williams racing#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#williams f1#loscar fics#loscar fluff#f1 fluff#fluff#ls2 x op81#loscar mentioned rahhh#loscar angst#f1 angst#angst#op81 angst#angst with a happy ending#angst and fluff#mclaren#hurt/comfort
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I have the fattest fuckin urge to write a series about tsireyaoldersister!reader x neteyam and them falling in love and she helps him survive the shot and after that night they become mated🥹
All of this bc of this song, like it js sums up how you guys feel about each other☹️🩷
#definitely doing this after kinkmas#RAHHH CANT WAIT#luvv4j4ybe11#★ꨄ𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔ꨄ★#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam sully smut#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#neteyam sully#neteyam x reader#neteyam#neteyam x reader smut#neteyam x female reader#neteyam smut#avatar#atwow#atwow neteyam smut#neteyam fluff#neteyam angst#avatar the way of water
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i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD
but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^
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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.
i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.
leon would want someone independent and mature. he���s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.
leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.
while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.
leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.
leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.
petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.
in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.
i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.
leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.
Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)
(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)
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Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.
He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!
If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!
But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.
Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫
Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!
Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)
I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵💫)
He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡
(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)
#once again I’m consume by brainrot lmfaoooo you’ve got me started and now I’m like!!! RAHHH#o asks#o talking#o text#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy smut#resident evil#resident evil fluff#resident evil smut
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quick fanart for @murdadixon of her series, the dixon chronicles (with her ver. of reader ofc ofc) :D i just had to. im totally hooked on your stuff. i couldnt NOT doodle something. thanks for all that you write!!
#daryl dixon#fanart#the dixon chronicles#i need to draw something gorey to make up for all this fluff ive been drawing lately#my art#daryl twd#the walking dead#twd#twd daryl#doodle#i draw humans interacting successfully!?#thats an achievement on its own#there will prob be more fanart in the future#cuz RAHHH <3
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Imagine turning over in your bed, your eyes still heavy and mind foggy. You had just woken up from a nap after a long day. As you try to sit up you rub your groggy eyes before noticing an extra weight on you.
A new, heavy blanket laid draped across your body. At first, you pick up part of the blanket, staring at it with a raised brow until the dots finally connect. You’re f/o must have come in to check on you while you were asleep. You feel a warm feeling in your chest as you continue to look at the blanket for a few moments before getting up, a bit more ready to continue your day with someone waiting for you <3
#rahhh i needed uh immense comfort after the day i’ve had so here’s this#im just akhjshd im so tired but its okay#f/o#fictoromantic#f/o imagines#imagine#milo’s imagines ☆#f/o stuff#self ship#self ship community#self shipper#f/o x s/i#f/o x self insert#f/o x you#fluff#writing
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anyway kaishin + bad parent toichi and chikage enjoyers go read cuethesun's tomorrow, and the next day ✌️😎✌️
#kaishin#i will be rereading it for the nth time 🤚😌#IT'S GOT THE CUTE COFFEE SHOP FLUFF#IT'S GOT KAITO HAKUBA FRIENDSHIP#IT'S GOT KID RELATED ANGST#IT'S GOT SHINICHI (i love that man)#IT'S GOT KAITO (i also love that man)#IT'S GOT THE DANGER#and it aint kaishin if theyre not hurt and worrying over each other babeeeey ohhhh i FUCKIGN LOVE KAISHIN RAAAAAAHHHH#also shinichi protecc kaito ugh ugu rahhh i lob him#also kaito protecc PROTECT shinichi uggghhghh i lob him#if i dont make sense then you just gotta read the fic#if you have already then this is the sign to reread#ALSO TO THAT PERSON WHO ASKED FOR FIC REC ON MY MESSAGES IM SORRY IMMA NEED TIME THATS SO HARD LIKE I LOVE THEM ALL LMAO#if you rly want some now though you can go to my ao3 bookmarks 😘#also the kaishin bigbang fics are always a good place to start 👉😘👉#dc prattles
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COME GET SOME GOOD OLD HURT/COMFORT BESTIES.
“Look at me, Bakugo?” Katsuki takes in a sharp inhale, purposefully keeping his eyes averted from Kirishima’s. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t fucking look— “Did…did I do something?” Kirishima asks, voice laced with hesitancy and hurt. “Are you mad at me?” Katsuki’s eyes widen, head snapping up automatically to find Kirishima’s face and tell him no, he didn’t do anything, he— Ah, shit. Kirishima is sitting on the couch beside Katsuki, head tilted slightly and his face completely gone.
#i am speed RAHHH#bkdk#bakudeku#dekubaku#dkbk#bkdk fluff#bkdk hurt/comfort#dkbk hurt/comfort#bakudeku hurt/comfort#panpanic oneshot*#shades of green (to paint my blues away)#panpanicatmha*
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kirbtober day 5+6 : animal friend + royalty!
[extra version with white background for the characters under the cut!]
#i'm not very proud of this one#but also it was painful to make it#i was tired and running out of time rahhh#but at least i drew my boy fluff#love him miss him wauughhh#my art#jazzlan#kirby#nintendo#jazzlanart#jlan#kirby nintendo#artists on tumblr#fanart#digital art#animal#friend#kirbtober#kirby fanart#kine#coo#fluff#prince fluff#royalty#animal friend
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*tentatively peeking out of my shell* hey guys...hehe...how are we doing?
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[Transcript Received.]
[The video begins with the camera swinging around wildly, while the pounding footsteps going up steps. The footsteps then continue down a carpeted hallway until reaching apartment number 1020. The person recorder starts knocking rapidly, eager to get inside.]
[Person recording identified as Madeline.]
[A voice responds to the knocking from inside, sounding tired, and slightly annoyed.]
?: Give me a second! Jesus!
[Voice identified: Edgar.]
[The knocking begins to get louder, faster, and harder.]
[Edgar reaches the door and flings it open, exasperated.]
E: What?
[He steps out fully from behind the door, revealing a black peasant-style dress with long, puffy cuffed sleeves. The dress ends just above knee height with a lace finish, revealing thigh garters holding up long black socks. He also has black 5 inch platforms on. His face has a small amount of make-up applied, dark lipstick and sharp eyeliner stand out the most to the camera, and less visible, but still making a difference, mascara. He stares at Madeline.]
[Madeline screams in delight after edgar opens the door.]
M: OH. MY GOD. THEY WEREN’T LYING.
[The camera moves around edgar, getting a closer look at some of the outfits parts.]
M: You never told me you were.. uhm Fruity?
E: I’m not, I just find dressing like this fun. Is that a crime?
M: So, You’re a drag queen?
E: No? I mean, I probably could be, but I don’t really want anything to do with performing right now.
M:Okay buddy, keep lying to yourself! ..Also are you wearing platforms.
E: Yep! I told you I’d catch up!
M: Take them off you COWARD..
E: Mmm. That’s a no from me, sorry!
M: You just can’t live with me being taller than you!!
E: Ha! I can, it’s just really funny to wear huge platforms.
M: Yeahh.. Sure!.. Tootally..
E: So… did you come here just to see if the anons were lying, or did you want something?
M: WELL, I wanted to see your outfit, also I wanted to teach your non-cooking ass to cook.
E: Oh– hm. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to learn a thing or two. Considering I literally don’t know how to properly boil water.
M:YOU SET IT ON FIRE.
[Edgar laughs awkwardly.]
E: Haha… Uh, yeah.
M:How did you even DO that?? Did you somehow figure out magic??
E: I guess I’m just… REALLY bad at cooking. The 4 people there don’t even know how I managed to do it.
[Madeline sighs.]
M: I guess uh.. I'll show you how to make like some eggs? I don’t really know what you tried to make back then, and I don’t think you should try again now.
E: Er, I was trying to make soup. From a packet.
M: SOUP?? Oh nah. There is NO hope for you.
[He laughs, then steps back from the door.]
E: If you really meant it about teaching me how to cook, you can come in.
M: I’ll see if you’re even teachable. I guess.
[Madeline walks through the door into the apartment, going straight towards edgar’s pantry.]
M:Why do you have like. Three seasonings.
E: I’m on a budget.
M: I-Okay. I guess this’ll work for now.
[She then gets out salt and pepper, sitting them on the counter. She then goes to the fridge and pulls out two eggs from the carton.]
M: Uh, Ok. So. First you’re going to want to like, oil the pan? Do you have like spray oil or vegetable oil or like..
E: I… I should? I don’t really know where it would be, but I’m pretty sure I have that.
[Madeline sets the camera down onto the counter, leaning it upwards towards the stove. She then leaves to search the kitchen for any sort of oil to coat the pan. She then finds a bottle of spray oil, and walks back over to the kitchen, shaking, and handing over the oil to edgar.]
M: First off, you need to spray a small coat of oil onto the pan.
E: Alright, should be easy enough.
[Edgar tries to spray the oil onto the pan, except instead of the pan, the oil sprays directly into his eye, having held it the wrong way. He yelps, and drops the canister.]
M: ..HOW. Did you mess that up.
[Madeline sighs and picks up the canister, spraying the pan the correct way.]
M: THAT is how you spray it.
E: Thanks, Madeline. I, uh. I really don’t know how I fucked that up.
[Madeline grabs the egg, and hesitates before handing it to edgar.]
M: Now..You crack. The egg. CAREFULLY.
E: Normally I would be a little offended at you explaining this to me like I’m 5, but I feel like this is probably the best course of action, based on my cooking abilities.
M: I don’t understand how you could possibly mess this up bro. If you do there is NO hope for you.
[Edgar cracks the egg into the pan, fortunately not messing up one of the most crucial parts of the process.]
[Madeline sighs in relief, until realizing. The fire wasn’t on the entire time. She quickly turns it onto low-medium heat as the egg starts to crackle while cooking.]
M: Do you own..a spatula?
E: I should, yeah. I’ll go look for it.
[As Edgar turns around, something brown and very furry can be seen clinging to his back. He opens a few drawers before turning back around, holding a spatula up like a quest item.]
E: Found it!
[Madeline mutters under her breath.]
M: Thank god.
M: Now, uhm you’re gonna like check under the egg to see if it’s cooked?
[He nods, then walks back over to the stove and does exactly as Madeline had said.]
M: If it’s cooked pretty much on the bottom, go ahead and flip it.
E: Alright, will do.
[Edgar squints at the pan, and flips the egg over after a few seconds.]
[Madeline sighs in relief, silently celebrating from edgar being able to actually cook a “meal.”]
M: Congratulations!! You cooked your first, and probably last, uh. Meal!..?
E: The hell do you mean ‘last’? Are you going to shoot me or something?
M: NO I'M NOT GOING TO SHOOT YOU. I just mean you suck ass at cooking and you shouldn’t do it ever again!
[His shoulders lower, it was almost like he genuinely thought Madeline was about to pull a gun on him. At that moment, the squirrel from earlier climbs up onto his right shoulder.]
M: OH MY GOD ISTHATASQUIRREL.
[Madeline quickly backs up tripping over multiple things, before hiding behind the counter]
E: Wh– Acorn? You’re afraid of Acorn? The squirrel that Adam adopted? Seriously?
M: SHUT YOUR MOUTH NOW. YES I AM SCARED OF IT.
[He starts to laugh, after a few seconds, he begins leaning on his knees for support.]
M: STOP. YOU'RE BEING SUCH A BULLY TO ME RIGHT NOW.
[Edgar attempts to respond, but he keeps cutting himself off by laughing.]
M: THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING KIND!! WOW..
[After a few minutes, Edgar finally is able to respond.]
E: You’re seriously afraid of squirrels?
M: I AM AFRAID OF ALL. RODENTS. SO YES. I AM AFRAID OF SQUIRRELS.
E: Damn, I’d never have imagined that you of all people would be afraid of these little guys! I mean, you can sit on top of buildings in the rain, but you hide behind my kitchen counter at the sight of a tiny ass rodent?
M: THEY ATTACKED ME ONCE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, NEVER GETTING NEAR ONE AGAIN.
E: You suuuuure? He’s very friendly!
[He takes Acorn off his shoulder and holds him out towards Madeline.]
[Madeline scrambles from her hiding spot, running away from Edgar until she’s cornered.]
E: He won’t bite you, I promise.
M: CEASE THIS BULLYING IMMEDIATELY!!
E: Hey, remember that one time in the mall when you kept squeaking your shoes near areas I was in, just to piss me off?
M: I don’t know what you’re talking about! Totally!!
E: Mhm, sure. Totally.
[He holds the squirrel out again.]
[Madeline eventually surrenders her struggles against edgar.]
M: FINE. I WILL TOUCH THE FUCKING SQUIRREL.
[Acorn sits very politely in Edgars hands as Madeline quickly taps him on the head . Upon realizing Acorn was not a threat, Madeline starts to pet the tiny squirrel.]
E: See? He’s not going to attack you.
M: Finee. You were right.
M: Well, I should probably get going, after you just tried to MURDER ME!!
E: Alright, sounds good, Madeline. See you later.
M: Bye bye!! I’ll be back only for Acorn probably!
[Madeline shuffles out of the corner she was hiding in, grabbing her phone and ending the recording.]
[Transcript End.]
#(OOC WOO HO RAH RAHH RAHHH#showfall ask blog#encoreverse blog#encoreverse#(ooc:this is so fluff bro
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might write a fic about akaza falling in love with a frail, weak human
#🍉 - mello talks too much#mhmm it would be kinda angsty but mostly fluff#like make him pissed off at how weak you are#but never has it in him to kill you#like he does with other humans#RAHHH
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