#so exhilarating 🤧 what a time

[sailermoon]

you had to be there when primadonna first released

[woozinhos]

Yeosang x reader where she asks him to fuck her in front of members and he does

stop this is such a good idea let me write it hehe feel free to keep sending requests in :D

I wrote so much for this I’m sorry 🤧

You had been in a relationship with Yeosang for a few months now, and things were going great. You loved spending time with him, both in and out of the bedroom.

One day, you found yourself sitting on the couch with him and the other members of Ateez, watching a movie. As the movie played on, your mind started to wander, and you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have Yeosang right here in front of everyone.

You shifted in your seat, feeling a little flushed as your thoughts grew more and more explicit. Yeosang noticed your discomfort and leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his breath tickling your skin.

You blushed and nodded, not wanting to admit the real reason for your sudden discomfort. But Yeosang knew you better than that. He could read you like a book.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke again. "Are you thinking about something dirty?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

You shivered as his words sent a thrill down your spine. You knew that he could read you like an open book, and the fact that he knew exactly what you were thinking only turned you on more.

"Maybe," you whispered back, trying to keep your voice steady.

Yeosang chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Tell me," he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone.

You glanced around the room, making sure that the other members weren't paying attention to you. They were all focused on the movie, oblivious to the conversation happening right in front of them.

"I was thinking about you," you admitted, your cheeks flushing even more. "And me. Doing... things."

Yeosang's hand on your thigh tightened, his grip possessive. "What kind of things?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of excitement course through your veins. You couldn't believe you were having this conversation right here in front of everyone, but the thought of it only made you more turned on.

"I was thinking about us having sex," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Right here. In front of everyone."

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire as you spoke, and you could see the hunger in his gaze. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear again.

"You want me to fuck you right here?" he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "In front of all of them?"

You nodded, unable to find the words to speak. The thought of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of the others, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Yeosang pulled back, a sly smile on his face. "You're a naughty girl," he said, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "I love it."

You could feel the heat of his touch through your clothes, and it was driving you crazy. You wanted him so badly, wanted to feel his body against yours, wanted to lose yourself in the pleasure of him.

The other members were still oblivious to what was happening, their eyes fixed on the screen as the movie played on. But you knew that it wouldn't be long before they started to notice the tension between you and Yeosang.

Yeosang's hand reached the apex of your thighs, his fingers grazing against your center. You let out a soft gasp, your body arching instinctively towards him.

"You're already wet for me," he whispered, his fingers tracing small circles over your clothed core. "You're such a needy little thing."

Yeosang's fingers continued to tease you through your clothes, his touch driving you wild with need. You were desperate for more, desperate for him to touch you properly, but you knew that you couldn't make a sound.

The other members were starting to notice the tension in the room now, glancing over at you and Yeosang every so often with curious expressions on their faces. But Yeosang didn't seem to care. He was too focused on making you come undone, right here in front of everyone.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear again. "You have to be quiet," he whispered. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

You nodded, biting your lip to hold back a moan as Yeosang increased the pressure of his fingers against your clit. He was driving you crazy, and you knew that if he kept this up, you were going to come right here in front of everyone.

You tried to keep your face neutral, but it was getting harder and harder to control your reactions as the pleasure built inside you. Your body was trembling with need, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Yeosang chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "I can feel how much you want it."

You nodded again, your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to focus on controlling your breathing. You could feel the other members' eyes on you now, but you didn't care. All that mattered was Yeosang's touch, and the way he was making you feel.

Yeosang's fingers moved faster, rubbing against your clit with a steady rhythm. You could feel the pressure building inside you, your body tensing as you teetered on the edge of release.

"Let go," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, baby."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled gasp, you came, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over you. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to keep from crying out as the orgasm ripped through you.

Yeosang held you close, his hand still between your legs as he guided you through the aftershocks. He murmured words of encouragement in your ear, his voice low and soothing.

The other members were watching now, their expressions a mix of shock and awe. They had never seen you like this before, so vulnerable and exposed. But Yeosang didn't seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, he looked incredibly smug, as if he had just won some kind of prize.

As the last of the tremors faded away, you slumped back against the couch, feeling completely spent. Your body was still buzzing with pleasure, and you couldn't believe what had just happened.

Yeosang pulled his hand away from your center, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked over at the other members, who were all staring at the two of you in disbelief.

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "Is there a problem?"

The other members exchanged glances, clearly at a loss for words. None of them knew what to say, and the silence in the room was deafening.

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks as you realized what you had just done. You had just come in front of your boyfriend's bandmates, and they had all seen it. The realization made you feel both embarrassed and strangely turned on.

Yeosang, on the other hand, looked completely unfazed. He slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against his side.

"Don't worry about them," he said, his voice low. "They're just jealous."

You looked up at Yeosang, your heart pounding in your chest. The idea of having sex in front of the other members was both thrilling and terrifying, but you couldn't deny that it was incredibly hot.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "Yeosang," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I want you to do it. In front of them."

Yeosang raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Are you sure about that, baby?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "You want me to fuck you right here, in front of everyone?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement course through your veins. The thought of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of the others, was both exhilarating and terrifying. But you knew that Yeosang would take care of you, would make sure that you were safe and comfortable the entire time.

Yeosang leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're so naughty," he whispered. "I love it."

Yeosang pulled back from you, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You guys don't mind if I take care of my girlfriend right here, do you?" he asked, his voice casual as if he was asking about the weather.

The other members exchanged shocked looks, their faces turning various shades of red. They clearly hadn't been expecting Yeosang to be so direct, and they looked torn between arousal and embarrassment.

"Uh, I mean..." Wooyoung started, but he trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

Hongjoong, who was sitting closest to you, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I guess... it's up to her," he said, looking over at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

You could feel the eyes of the other members on you, their gazes burning into your skin. They were all watching you, waiting to see what you would do next.

Yeosang turned his attention back to you, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh again. "What do you say, baby?" he asked, his voice low and coaxing. "Do you want to put on a show for them?"

You looked up at Yeosang, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that this was a huge step, something that you had never done before. But the thought of giving the other members a show, of letting them see you in your most vulnerable state, was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to do it."

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled you onto his lap. "Good girl," he murmured, his hands roaming over your body. "You're going to be so good for me, aren't you?"

You settled into his lap, feeling his hardness press against your backside. You could feel the eyes of the other members on you, watching as Yeosang's hands explored your body.

He ran his hands over your curves, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he went. He was putting on a show for the others, making sure that they could see just how much he desired you.

"Look at her," he said, his voice rough with desire. "She's so beautiful, isn't she?"

The other members nodded, their eyes fixed on you. They were all watching intently, their faces a mix of arousal and fascination.

Yeosang continued to touch you, his hands sliding up under your shirt to caress your bare skin. You could feel his fingers tracing over your ribs, sending shivers down your spine.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your neck. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I love how sensitive you are."

The other members watched as he teased you, their eyes glued to your body. You could feel their gazes burning into you, and it only added to the thrill of the situation.

Yeosang's hands moved higher, his thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts. You let out a soft gasp, arching into his touch.

Yeosang's hands slipped beneath your bra, his fingers brushing against your hardened nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently as he watched you squirm in his lap.

The other members were watching intently, their eyes glued to the scene in front of them. They were all visibly aroused, their faces flushed and their breathing heavy.

Yeosang leaned in close to your ear, his voice low and husky. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he whispered, his fingers still teasing your nipples.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. You could feel Yeosang's hardness pressing against your backside, and you knew that he was just as turned on as you were.

He released your nipples and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly. "Hold onto me," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he positioned himself at your entrance. The other members watched with bated breath, their eyes fixed on the two of you.

Yeosang lowered you down onto his cock, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you. You let out a low moan, your body adjusting to the feeling of him filling you up.

The other members watched in awe, their faces a mixture of shock and arousal. They had never seen Yeosang like this before, so possessive and dominant.

Yeosang held you tightly against him, his arms wrapped around your waist like a vice. "You feel so good, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "So tight and wet for me."

You turned your head, meeting the gazes of the other members. They were all staring at you with a mix of lust and disbelief, their eyes roaming over your body.

Some of them looked like they were trying to hold back their own arousal, while others were blatantly touching themselves through their clothes. It was clear that they were all incredibly turned on by the sight of you and Yeosang together.

Yeosang began to move inside you, his hips rocking up into yours in a slow, steady rhythm. You moaned softly, your body arching against his as pleasure coursed through your veins.

The other members watched as he fucked you, their eyes fixed on the point where the two of you were joined. They were all visibly aroused now, their hands moving more quickly as they tried to get themselves off.

"Look at them," Yeosang whispered in your ear. "They're all so desperate for you. So jealous that they can't have you."

You looked at the other members again, your eyes locking with each of theirs in turn. They all looked so desperate, so hungry for you. It was both thrilling and empowering, knowing that you had this effect on them.

Yeosang continued to move inside you, his pace gradually increasing. He was hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body with every thrust.

"You're ours," he growled, his grip on your waist tightening. "You belong to me and me alone."

The other members nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Yeosang as he claimed you. They were all so fixated on you, so focused on the way your body moved and the sounds that fell from your lips.

Yeosang's thrusts became harder, more forceful, as he chased his own release. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps and the way his fingers dug into your skin.

"Come for me," he grunted, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come around me."

You could feel your own orgasm building, your body tensing with anticipation. The sensation of Yeosang inside you, coupled with the knowledge that the other members were watching, was almost too much to bear.

You let out a high-pitched whine, your fingers digging into Yeosang's shoulders as you fought to hold on.

"I'm so close," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Yeosang, please..."

Yeosang's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"Let go," he growled, his voice rough with command. "Come for me, now."

And with that, you tumbled over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. You cried out, your head thrown back in ecstasy as pleasure coursed through your veins.

Yeosang held you close, his own release following closely behind. He groaned your name as he came, his hips jerking up into yours as he filled you with his release.

You slumped against Yeosang, completely spent and exhausted. Your body was trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.

Yeosang held you tightly against him, his arms wrapped around you like a cocoon. He buried his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses against your sweaty skin.

The other members watched silently, their faces a mixture of awe and desire. They were all still clearly aroused, but they seemed content to let you and Yeosang have your moment.

As you came down from your high, you became aware of the silence in the room. The other members were all watching you and Yeosang, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and longing.

Yeosang pulled back from your neck, looking up at them with a smug grin on his face. "Enjoy the show?" he asked, his voice rough with satisfaction.

The other members nodded silently, still too stunned to speak. They were all staring at you with a mixture of lust and respect, as if they had just witnessed something truly awe-inspiring.

[spr1ngbunni]

Stress Relief (William Afton x Reader)

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Summary: Reader is stressed out as usual and William takes things into his own hands to relieve your stress.

Tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, corruption, daddy kink, drugging (but the reader is into it LMAO), age regression if you squint, choking, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink, toys, soft!dom!William, submissive!soft!reader

author’s note: AAAAAAA here’s my first William x Reader smut fic i’m a bit shy to post this tbh 🤧. This definitely isn’t for everyone as there’s some very self indulgent kinks but regardless I hope you enjoy!! Also no beta LETS GOOOOOO

Word count: 4k

You & William have been dating for a few weeks now, and you couldn't have asked for a better lover. He was the richest man in Hurricane, with an empire so great he could care for you, a whole family and more. His tall frame domineered in every room he was in. His usual bored, uninterested gaze always turned to one filled with love and admiration when pointed in your direction. William considered himself God, a man who created life itself, and every person in Hurricane was so much lesser than him, less smart, less powerful, less brilliant, except for you. You were his treasure, his most precious belonging. You belonged to him. Such a darling little thing for Mr. Afton.

You were always so kind to him, and he adored your sweet voice, kind eyes and he believed you to be absolutely ravishing. You had to be his, all his, and you took to his advances so well.

William had never loved like this before. Hell, he didn't even know a love like this could exist. William Afton was a whore, and despite this, his many partners in the past could never amount to how you made him feel.

Really there was nothing like it. He had remembered the first time he held you- you were a crying touch starved mess, and William’s gentle affection brought you to tears. And in his embrace sparked a unique, unforgettable and esoteric feeling. As you cried, you couldn't help but feel like a kid again, running to your Dad for comfort… and for William, he was a Father again, holding his newborn baby as they cried and cried. Gently rocking you in his arms to soothe your quivering, emotional self.

Since then the dynamics really shifted between you and William. Whereas he becomes more of a dom and caretaker than a traditional boyfriend. And you have loved it so much. Some people may say he was too controlling… But it was a comfort to you. You were always stressed, worrying about every little thing, and what kind of Daddy would he be if he didn’t help his baby bunny? So of course Daddy will help you out, pick out what you’re gonna wear for the day, what to eat… All he wanted was the best for his baby.

Which is why he made you a special little gift. You have been stressing out more than usual as of late, so William has taken the executive decision to remove every last bit of stress from you. And with this-

William held up a mechanical device underneath the blinding bulb of the overhead lamp sitting above his workbench. He inspected it for any imperfections. The device itself was sleek and smooth, a plastic outer shell, in the shape of an egg-like structure. The top had an opening, fit with soft smooth silicone. The opening was no more than a few inches deep, and at the base of the toy was a more phallic silicone object. All waterproof and skin safe of course.

William smiled at himself in self satisfaction. He had made great unbelievable advancements with his robotics, so certainly machines of this nature wouldn't be difficult for him to replicate.

Toys were no new thing for you and William, but it would be the first time he built one for you. Completely tailored to your body, your greatest weakest points all taken into account upon creation. To have William’s precious baby bunny come undone from his own creations, was an exhilarating thought. One that practically made his pants tighten at the mere thought.

After feeling satisfied with the aesthetics of it, William decided to try the power. A few second long press of the button and the little toy came to life. A soft humming resonated through the workshop, and William carefully examined the toy. Pressing the opening to his hand he smiled.

Just the right amount of vacuum pressure, vibration, and the pulsating inner core really tied it all together. His hand slid to the phallic object on the other end of the toy, wrapping around it tight, imagining his hand to be your inner core gripping onto it. He smiled once more as his hand ached, just knowing the thousands of nerve endings in your cute little pussy would be no match.

Yes this will do. This certainly will do.

It would take away his baby bunny’s stress but even their mind as well… Though this was no concern for William, you are his bunny after all, and that includes having ownership over your mind. He’ll take good care of it as he does you…

Though his little excursion didn't end there. Once the toy was all set he grabbed a miscellaneous dime bag, filled with crystalline substances and headed upstairs into the kitchen.

He loves his baby bunny he really does. And he’s so proud of them for working so hard. But his bunny works too hard sometimes, not knowing when to stop. Even he struggled to get his bunny to rest.. Some nights William had to physically pull you away from work and into bed… and with the amount of stress you’ve been harboring as of late… William wasn’t taking any chances! So of course he needed to take things into his own hands.

He was cooking dinner for you, and upon plating the servings did he make sure to incorporate a decent dose of the crystallized powder into your serving. He hummed in satisfaction and returned to waiting for your arrival.

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The familiar sound of the door locks unlatching brought upon William’s attention.

“I’m homee !” your voice called out, completely intertwined with stress and exhaustion.

Oh poor baby, you sounded so stressed..

William rushed over to greet you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing kisses all over.

“Welcome home Sweetie”

You giggled at the sensation of his beard and kisses tickling your face. You wrapped your arms around him tight as he showered you with his love.

William rubbed your back soothingly and gave you a gentle pat.

“Aww my poor baby…”, he cooed, running his hands through your hair soothingly.

“I can feel the tension in you…Why don't you let me take good care of you. I made dinner already so why don’t we get all cleaned up and eat hm?”

You pull yourself slightly away from him, not enough to fully separate yourself from him and nod.

“Yes.. that would be so nice” you respond, the sound of exhaustion in your voice apparent.

William hummed in satisfaction and scooped you up to head towards the bathroom. He turned the knob on the shower on and began to gingerly undress you, leaving gentle kisses on your bare skin whenever exposed. He really had to hold himself back from going overboard, there would be plenty of time for that later, but for now he just needed to care for his bunny a little bit.

Once declothed the both of you entered the shower, water now hot enough to your liking. You found yourself hugging Will again, feeling affectionate. The vague weariness in your limbs causing you to lean into him exhaustively.

“My poor baby, all stressed and tired” William squeezes you tight before running his hands down your body. He reached over for the soap to begin cleaning you, keeping you close.

Letting William bathe you like this was always so intimate and sweet. It really highlighted the more gentle side of himself. The way he worked was focused, methodical, similar to him cleaning his animatronics, and with that spark in his eye. That spark that said “This is mine”

Once clean, you both head to the kitchen to eat. You already feel so much better, the heat from the water and Will’s gentle affection soothing your body and mind.

You sat down at the table already feeling much better, and now noticing your hunger. Will returned from the kitchen with two plates of food, setting yours right in front of you.

“Aw Will, it’s so sweet of you to have cooked for us, its like you’re the housewife for a change” you joke, as Will cooking was rare. You tended to cook for the both of you like the sweet housewife you were to him.

Will chuckled in response “You’ll always be my little housewife bunny, plus, how could I not take care of my baby?”

You smile at his words and begin to eat.

“This is delicious! Thank you again Will” though you noticed something was off with the aftertaste. It was almost sour. Maybe William wasn’t the best cook but you paid no mind to it. You just pushed past it and continued to finish your plate.

“You don’t have to thank me bunny, I’m just taking care of you” he smiled.

As you finished your plate, you noticed the beginnings of a sensation pooling in your stomach. You could feel your head start to feel a bit hazy. It felt as if… something was kicking in? You shook your head, choosing to ignore it and finish your meal.

But the feelings only increased. Your vision shifted in and out of focus and you squirmed in your seat.

“What’s the matter?” William reached across the table and grasped your hand, rubbing soothing circles onto the back of it.

“I’m-I’m fine really, just a little dizzy” you go to stand up and thats when it really hits you.

You stumbled and Will was quick to catch you, getting up from his seat and headed towards you, wrapping you tight in his arms.

“Whoa there sweetie ! Be careful !”

“Aahh Will, I feel weird, like something is kicking in” You hold onto the man tight, feeling your head go more and more numb. The warm feelings increased and spread throughout your whole body. Being so close to Will and simply just touching him made it worse. Did being this close to him always feel this good?

His scent; cigarettes, cologne and a secret third thing that was just so purely William filled your senses as he held you close. And the tactile feeling of his soft shirt and warmth of his body was just so intoxicating.

“W…..Will, Did you drug the food…? I’m not mad… just wondering..” You nuzzle him affectionately and glance up at him with those sweet eyes of yours.

He smiles at you in return, petting you lovingly.

“Aww baby I had to! You were so stressed and upset I couldn’t just leave you like that… and you’re a very good bunny you always are.. but sometimes you don’t listen and won’t rest.. So Daddy needed to give you special medicine to help you relax is all. I just want the best for you”

You let out a soft whine as the drug continues to assault your system, and Will’s sweet words bounce around in your brain, registering purely as pleasure.

“Daddyyy… I love you Daddy… so good to me.. taking care of me like this”

You couldnt help but feel a rush of excitement over the situation. How Will loved you. Loved you so much he’d do anything to make you feel better. To even go as far as to drug you as a way to release you from your stress had your head spinning and your pussy throbbing.

“Now sweet bunny why don’t we get you to bed hm? So Daddy can help scrub away whatever stressful little things are left in that pretty head of yours”

William scooped you up once again and took you to the bedroom, making sure to leave a long kiss on your forehead, pouring all his love into it.

“There we are…. Now how are you feeling?”

Daddy sat on the bed as you lay next to him.

He gazed down at you, gently petting your hair, occasionally running his thumb across your cheek affectionately.

“Mm feeling all floaty… its nice…. want.. want Daddy closer” You reached out to him, wanting to hold him close.

“Of course darling” William moved across the bed to hold you tight, increasing his petting to your whole body. He ran his hands down your arms, your side, down your thighs and back up, repeating the motion, each time creeping closer and closer to your inner thighs.

All you could do was babble and whine as you regressed into a more docile and dumbed down version of yourself. High off the pleasure from the chemicals of the drug and your Daddy’s gentle touches and words.

William loved seeing you like this, all dumb and sweet for him. Seeing every last bit of stress leave your face, seeing you relax into him, unable to even form coherent sentences. He leaned down to kiss your face again, in between muttering words of praise.

“My bunny, so good for me”

You wriggled and whined, feeling increasingly needy as he continued. Eventually you couldn’t take it and captured his lips in a deep kiss.

Though you were the one who initiated the kiss, you were quickly put into submission as William took control, holding you firmly in place as he kissed you so deeply.

His hand dips in between your thighs as he lightly sucks on your tongue, rubbing gently over your clothed clit.

William smiled through the kiss and pressed his hand harder onto your cunt. He didnt move for a few seconds, but held his hand still, pressing into the dampening fabric. The firm pressure of his hand on your crotch made your head melt even further. Feeling the edges of your mind slip away as he continues rubbing you deeper into submission.

“Aww is my baby getting needy?”

You continue to make sweet noises for him, and he gently shushes and pets your hair, slipping his hand into your panties to touch you directly.

Your reaction is immediate.

You gasp out as your head spins. The feeling of his fingers on you is such a simple action, yet its breaking you apart.

“Such a good bunny for Daddy, taking pleasure so well” William kisses your forehead and removes his hand from your crotch and roughly pulls your panties down and off of your body. Then, he aligns his hips with your crotch and begins to grind against your bare cunt.

You can feel yourself soaking the front of his pants, the rough fabric and his hardening cock grinding into your overly sensitive pussy.

“Ddadddyyy too much ahhh—!” you cry out as he roughly ruts against you.

Your head still spinning you feel William grip your hips and push them against his, ignoring your cry.

“You’re all mine bunny, this cute little cunt of yours belongs to me ”

William wraps his arm around your waist and pushes you ever closer to him. His hips began to increase in pace as you start to cry out for him over and over. Leading into an explosive climax, you cum all over him, feeling a rush of wetness between the both of you.

William continues grinding into you, overstimulating you but not too much.

This was just the beginning, and he couldn’t get too carried away just yet. And look how cute you were, cumming all over his clothed hard crotch.

William kisses your forehead, and leans close to your ear and speaks lowly,

“Darling, I have a surprise for you,”

“Wha? Daddy?” You barely could register what he was saying to you, your mind melded with the drug and the overwhelming high of post orgasm bliss and overstimulation.

William reached into the nightstand to reveal a lewd looking object, clearly a sex toy that he himself had engineered.

“This is made especially for you my princess,” he leaned back over to you on the bed and started peppering your face with kisses.

Sliding his hand down your body he gently rubbed you again, and with his other hand clicked on the toy.

A humming vibrating noise filled the room along with your uneven breaths, your brain now registering just what he was talking about.

William went on to explain the toys functionality, in the same way he would go on about his own animatronic creations. Methodical and professional, his voice confident and unwavering as if he didn’t have a trembling little bunny beneath him.

“This here is for your clit. The opening is fit with soft silicone. I just know how sensitive you are there sweetie, its one of your weakest points and Daddy just can’t help but play with it hm?”

“When I place it on you,” William held the toy firmly against you,

“there’ll be a bit of vacuum suction and vibration of course, all meant to overwhelm your cute little clit with pleasure”

Before you even had the chance to respond William clicked the toy on, and your response was immediate.

“Dadddyyyyyy—!”

Your clit is sucked up gently into the toy exposing every sensitive nerve to devilish vibration.

Your hips jerk upwards and William pins you down firmly, pressing the toy ever so slightly harder into your supple flesh.

Its pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Your weakest point manipulated solely by your Daddy’s creation.

You writhe under his grasp, crying out broken moans and whines of “Daddy” fully melting underneath his assault directly on your clit. And it just keeps going.

It’s only seconds before you’re cumming again, and again, and again. Completely overwhelmed with continuous orgasms, your body unable to handle the newfound pleasure that has been bestowed upon you.

“Shhh sweetie its okay. Just keep cumming for Daddy alright?” William’s voice is sickeningly sweet, laced with lust as he continues pushing his creation harder onto your clit, upping the power even more.

“Too much Daddy— its too—!” tears slip out your eyes, completely overwhelmed with mind numbing pleasure.

“Aww my poor baby” William leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss to shush you, wiping away your tears. You can barely kiss him back, just crying out as he dominates your whole being completely.

After he pulls a few more orgasms out of you he finally puts the toy to rest. He kisses you deeply, his feverish movements now slow and intimate. He sets the toy aside and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body. He breaks his kiss with you and gently wipes your tears away. He then kisses down your body, leaving marks at your neck, down your chest, kissing softly on your tummy.

Once his face greets your overstimulated, swollen pussy he gently pushes a single digit into you. You’re tight, but due to your arousal and subsequent orgasms you’re cunt is more receptive to the intrusion.

He pushes his finger in and out slowly as you begin to whine again when his finger curls just right inside of you. He stretches you out slowly and fully, inserting another finger.

“Good bunny, taking my fingers so well”

Once he feels satisfied with his work, he reaches back for the toy, this time his attention on the other side of the object. He clicks on the button and teases your entrance with it. Your clit still buzzing and your head still melting, you cry out as you feel William push in the vibrator. Your walls clench against the vibrating toy, already feeling pleasure heat you up once again.

William wraps you into his arms and kisses you again as the toy assaults your insides.

At this point your head is mush, overwhelmed with so much bliss as Daddy cares for you. Every worry and every bit of stress you carried completely melting out of you. Your head lulls and William holds you up

“Don’t go out on me now sweetie, Daddy isn’t done with you yet. I still have to breed that tight little cunt of yours”

“Daddyyy please—-“

“Wanna feel you deep inside—!”

You whine out feeling your cunt overwhelmed with pleasure as the toy inside you continues to buzz. It feels so good but it isn’t Daddy. And you want Daddy’s thick cock and virile seed inside of you, desperately.

“No need to beg sweetheart Daddy’s got you” he pulls the toy out of you, then undoing his belt and fly, pulling his straining cock out his pants. He strokes himself a few times kissing the corners of your mouth as you gasp for breath.

He lines himself up with your heated core and slowly pushes himself in. Savoring the feeling of your tight heat with every inch.

“Biiiig stretch bunny” William completely sheaths himself inside of you, and you can feel your walls stretch to accommodate his large size. He’s much bigger than the toy so its quite the fit. You feel him snug against your cervix and you let out a drawn out moan as you’re completely filled with Daddy’s cock.

“Nggghhhh… so deep Daddy”

Slowly and firmly he presses even deeper before sliding out slightly. Sensually and gently fucking into you.

Your head spins, your breath quickens, your mind completely hazy as you take your Daddy’s cock so deep inside.

William presses his forehead against yours and intertwines his fingers with your trembling hands.

“My sweet baby bunny, you’re so good for me”

You can only moan in response, completely incoherent as the drug pulses through your veins and pleasure spreading from your cunt to your entire body.

William languidly fucks into you, wrapping his arms around you tight. He lifts your hips and pulls all the way out leaving your hole clenching on nothing for a brief second before he slams himself in again. This time rough and even deeper, practically bruising your cervix.

You cry out as William ruts into you at a rough pace, all his inhibitions gone. He loved toying with you, but he’s just been aching to be inside you all day.

“Ahh— Haah Daddyyy—!”

“Good bunny taking Daddy’s cock so well. Gonna breed you so fucking good”

William continues his brutal pace, bringing one of his hands to your throat and pressing down firmly. You gasp and squirm under his touch, bringing your hands to his, feeling the strength of his grip on your sensitive neck.

Your head becomes impossibly even hazier as Daddy presses his hand tighter onto your throat. You glance up at him and see nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. His precious bunny was being so good for him. Taking his cock so well while he choked you. He truly loved you so much.

Your hips lift up to take him as deep as possible, lewd wet sounds filling the room. Nothing but pleasure is coursing through your veins and in that pretty little head of yours.

“Look at my baby bunny, taking a proper fucking from Daddy, yeah?”

“Ahh- Haah fuck so good Daddy!”

William releases your throat from his grip and reaches over and grabs the toy again, pressing it on once more.

You gasp for air and once the sound of vibration hits your ears you feel yourself ache again.

“Daddy I can’t-“

before you even finish your sentence the toy is back on your clit, sucking and vibrating the oversensitive nub.

You cry out a broken scream as the sensations of being ruthlessly bred and your clit stimulated at the same time overwhelming your poor bunny brain as you cum all over again, clenching around William’s cock.

“Feels good doesn’t it princess?”

“Gonna fill your womb with my cum. Gonna make you a mommy” William groans out, watching your fucked out expression as he rams himself deep inside you.

Your mind goes nearly blank at the thought of carrying his child and William notices, and that look alone brings him to the edge. He curses as he feels himself spill inside you, thrusting and pushing his cum deep into your womb. He leans into the crook of your neck and groans as he feels you squeeze him so nicely.

“Such a nice hole for me to fuck…such a pretty womb all for Daddy to ruin”

“Mmm—! Daddyyy love you so muuuuch—!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around him tight, tears spilling out your eyes once more.

“Love you too bunny” William kisses you deeply, keeping eye contact with you as he does. You cum around his cock again, milking him for all he’s worth. He keeps lazily thrusting and sets the toy aside, settling on rubbing your sensitive nub in slow, soothing circles.

You continue to throb and clench around him involuntarily, softly panting in your post orgasm bliss.

“Mmm my pretty bunny”

William pets your hair softly, moving a strand out of your face.

You’re completely gone at this point, William having corrupted you completely and fully. Turning his sweet little stressed bunny into his pleasure filled fucktoy.

He kisses you again, gently and soft.

“Love you my sweet princess” he whispers, watching as you lose consciousness there in his arms.

[chuluoyi]

I just want you to knwo that i think ur love entries is such a beautiful and wonderful series, thank you so much for all your work and efforts. Apologies for the shaky writing im on a bus rn goodness,

But what I love about the earlier parts about love entries ( I think 2006-2009?) is how I can kinda compare them to your name? Zen zen zense feels fitting just because of how upbeat and exhilarating for Gojo and readers dynamic. They remind me lots of mitsuha and taki. And i wouldnt doubt gojo would go across time and space to save reader really ( And grope readers boobs too if they did switch bodies on the daily )

Anyhow I love how you portray them so much, theyre so silly and goofy to me. You’re such a wonderful person, I hope you know that ^^ Your writing is as beautiful as your name. Yes id even compare it to an awesome movie like that because it deserves it imo

Thank you again wonderful stranger. If I could support you and send u money I would, maybe someday and I promise u deserve it 💕

oh wow… :’) nonnie, this message has single-handedly made my day bc it means a lot to me that you adore love entries enough that you’d compare it to “your name”🤧 tbh i have to admit i don’t have much inspo for love entries lately due to many drama in jjk fandom and me getting distracted with l&ds, but knowing that you think of it and even dropped by with this sweet message makes me so happy 🥺

and nonnie, you’re a wonderful person to spread kindness like this 🩵 please know that even little kindness like this can make one’s day to be much better! 🥹 sending you much love and i hope you’ll have a good day!✨

[timchalamet-devoted]

The return of Lil Timmy Tim

A/N: I came up with this idea out of nowhere, but I absolutely love it! Oh how wish he would actually do this 🤧

Summary: Lil Timmy Tim makes a surprise comeback for his one and only.

Paring: fem reader x Timothée

Warnings: swearing, not proof read

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3 years. You could barely comprehend the number. 3 years ago, on this very day, your life changed forever. 3 years since you first looked into those green orbs, and fell in love. 3 years of love, adoration and memories with the person you kept closest to heart in this world. You created something so beautiful, so tender, a magnificent mess of feelings and experiences a precious secret that only you and Timmy knew of. It was unbelievable and exhilarating, and you knew you were the luckiest girl in the world.

You shut your eyes at the idea, breaking out into a serene smile.

Your surroundings buzzed with conversation as you waited for Timothée to return.

To celebrate this momentous occasion, you and Timothée planned an extravagant day out, with everything from the theatre ( feel free to imagine something else) to the fanciest of restaurants.

The time had come for the latter; you were seated at your favourite place, anticipating Timmy's return.

You recalled he mumbled something about the bathroom, however far too much time had passed, and concern starting to bubble in your stomach.

Searching for a distraction, you brandished your phone from your jacket's pocket, absentmindedly scrolling.

Not even a few seconds passed before your head snapped up at Timothée's familiar voice, followed by a wild uproar from the people around you.

You scanned the crowd for his figure, finally spotting him on a low stage, standing beside the small band that had provided the music for the evening.

Your brows furrowed, trying to piece together what this was. That was until the music started. Another wild roar, as your jaw dropped to the floor.

During the entirety of your 3 years together, you wouldn't dare bring up Timmy's old rap persona, and yet there he stood in the same shirt, and pink cap, microphone in hand.

You sat frozen to your spot, eyes nearly popping out of your head as he started to sing.

" TIMMAY, It's your boy Lil Timmy Tim, coming live from the G25,

Live from the G25!

Statistics (yup), statistics (yup, yup),

Statistics ( yup), Statistics (yup, yup)

Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton.."

Around you, everyone was taking out there phones, desperate to record this spectacle.

"Look at me, it's Timmy T

Bout to hit em with the Z-T-S-T

Let's do a problem, let us see

The probability you see me on TV

One, zero, zero, zero trillion percent,

I'm a statistical wonder, a statistical gem!"

The crowd had now joined in, rapping along, and understandably so.

" One in a zillion, bout to net a million

Fruity colours on these numbers, call it a chameleon!"

"Fuck it" it you muttered under your breath, before pushing your chair back with a loud screech and running up to accompany him on stage. This earned further cheer from the audience, as the cameras pointing at you multiplied.

"STATISTICS (YUP), STATISTICS (YUP, YUP)

STATISTICS (YUP), STATISTICS (YUP, YUP)!"

You rapped alongside him, proudly reciting the lyrics, for you had memorised them all a long time ago. The two of you could barely keep your composure, willing yourself as hard as you could not to burst. You gave in eventually, laughing uncontrollably as you finished.

Timmy grabbed your hand, doing an exageratadly low bow, before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed back happily, grinning against his lips. You pulled away, pressing your foreheads together to look him in the eyes.

"Thank you" you whispered softly, your smile never leaving your features.

"Anything for you Mon Amour" He beamed, capturing your lips in his once more.

[lanasblood]

I am finally heeere 🎉 and the first thing I need to say is: this is soooo cute, fleurr!!! we are a metkayina babe and tsireya is our best friend? the conditions are already perfect. I will try annotating with this fic even if it isn't my usual style, let's see how it goes 🥴

You can't help but rake your eyes over their figures, taking in their broad chests, toned muscles,

uhhhh we're checking him out already? nice!! ngl I'd probably drool.

There's a small smile lingering upon his lips, both warm and welcoming, before sending you a subtle nod.

love at first sight. he fell for us!!!!!! I know it. I was there 😏

and when they were as handsome as this particular Na'vi was, what were you to do other than feel absolutely terrified?

plausible. I mean he is practically a bit too handsome, it's only normal to be intimidated by that.

Neither Ao'nung nor Roxto seemingly noticed your sudden change in demeanour, possibly too used to it happening and too busy continuing to taunt the family with their glaring eyes and smirking lips, but Tsireya had.

those two are such wanna-be-bullies its comical, and I'm laughing at the thought of how they're checking out the sully's, glaring eyes+smirking lips, yes I can picture it perfectly.

She had seen the two of you minimally interact when they arrived, and despite you acting as you normally would even with people you've known your whole life, she felt like there was something there

tsireya is a real one because she just knows us and notices every small change; I know she ships us so hard, and hey you never know, double mating ceremony with my bestie? she and lo'ak, we and neteyam.. count me in.

"Neteyam," he greets, introducing himself as he signs an I see you, eyes lingering on your own like he only really meant their meaning to you. 

i’m blushing like a slut rn oh neteyam please don't stop flirting with us so openly 😏😍

Neteyam, you thought, what a beautiful name.

beautful name, beautiful body, beautiful face, beautiful soul, basically the word beautiful was invented after he was born. facts.

Lo'ak's own gaze seemed to trail after Tsireya like some sort of lovesick-puppy

that’s him. lovesick-puppy. that’s lo’ak. 🥺

You find yourself joining in on her exhilaration, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes crinkled in happiness. Small shouts of I did it! I did it! travel to your perked up ears, clapping softly when she looks over to you for approval, heart wrenching lovingly at her cheerfulness. 

tuk :(( she’s so baby i love her so so so much. no because why did I smile like a proud mom 😭

That means either he would've stumbled upon you too many times to count by accident, or he was seeking you out. 

the latter!!!!!! neteyam were you stalking us babyboy??? 😌

"Well," he starts, his voice somehow both teasing and hesitant, comforting and anxious, "is there a chance that you might get along with me?

gosh, I screamed, he is so gentleman, show me a person who wouldn't immediately fall in love with him, I dare you. It's impossible ✨

With a shake of his head and chuckling to himself in endearment, he slowly swam over to the two of you, undeniable intrigue festering within the pit of his stomach every time he thought of you.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 😍🤧 I cannot wait to see the love unfold, because I know for a fact he's crushing so hard on us!!! my sunflower, I have absolutely no idea why you don't like this fic as much as the other ones. "cringy & slightly eugh" where bitch where???!! it's very very very cute. I cannot relate as much with shy readers but they are so wholesome, always warming my heart (is it my inner protective instincts? idk) I really want to know how they will confess to each other in the following chapters, and your writing is amazing as always, ily <33333

sun and moon ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; na'vi from the omatikaya clan had arrived in your home, seeking a sanctuary away from the war. who would've known that one of them would be the one to gradually bring you out of your shell?

word count ; 4k

themes ; fluff

warnings ; shy reader, mentions of anxiety & feeling scared of interactions (me), use of y/n

author's note ; THIS IS SO BAD & CORNY WTH!! i didn't bother watching the movie when writing this so the scenes are based off what i can remember :) first time writing from a metkayina background, this was so fun!! thank u for the request <33

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Horns blaring, the sound piercing through your ear drums, your head whipped to the side, eyes scanning across the beautiful horizon for the meaning of such an unexpected sound. Placed delicately upon your Ilu with Tsireya next to you, the two of you shared a confused glance, before your friend's expression suddenly turned curious, her eagerness taking over both her mind and her actions.

The two of you were spending time out in the water together, venturing this way and that as you allowed the water to take you wherever it desired, allowing the peacefulness of the view surrounding you to consume you whole. This was something you found doing with Tsireya as much as you could, whenever either of you found the time - although, it was more Tsireya's schedule you were working around. As the daughter to the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, it was Tsireya's sole duty to the clan to train up on the ways of a leader, for one day it would be her taking up the mantel. Training was something your friend loved endlessly, finding happiness in aiding her people to the best of her ability, but, in turn, it meant she saw you less than you originally used to.

Growing up, you had only really known Tsireya. She was your best friend, the light of your life, the solace to your anxious heart, and not a day goes by where you don't thank the Great Mother for blessing you with such a lovely friendship. Both of your father's were fairly close, too, having been warriors who trained and fought side by side in their youth, before passing it down onto their daughters, but your relationships would always have their differences.

You and Tsireya managed to balance one another out beautifully, like you were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together as one. Sure, the two of you would be considered somewhat shy to the rest of the clan, but when comparing you together, there was no argument about whose shyness was worse. As future Tsahik, a younger version of Tsireya was forced to put her timid attitude aside and show herself off as she needs to be, excelling in the confidence that was expected of her, but not being too cocky about it.

You, on the other hand, continued to pull yourself further and further away.

More often than not, you found yourself hiding behind others, wishing to bask in their shadows rather than create your own, allowing others to talk louder than you, sticking to your thoughts within your own mind. There wasn't much you wanted to say anyway - you observed everything around you more than anything, taking in every little detail and making note of it, never bothering to speak up on it. Continuously, your father had tried his very best to push you out into the open, to grow your confidence up more and allow yourself to shine in the way he felt you were always meant to, but, in the end, nothing ever seemed to work. The most confident you'd arguably ever felt was when you were either alone with your parents, or with Tsireya. Something about bigger groups set you on edge, finding yourself curling inwards and wishing to melt into the shadows so no was able to take notice of you.

So, when the two of you finally emerged from the now raucous waters, Tsireya just a few paces in front of you like she always was, allowing you to follow her guide with ease, you spotted newcomers, something that definitely didn't happen often. From your thoughts, you guessed that they were Na'vi of the forest, a family of six sheepishly looking around themselves as every eye pierced into them. The sight had your heart picking up in its speed.

Staying close to Tsireya's side, the two of you dismounted your Ilu's, watching as they swam off to relieve themselves of the journey they previously embarked on, walking up past the water's edge and becoming part of the growing crowd. You ended up standing with Ao'nung and Rotxo, too, their eyes glaring over to the forest people, no doubt already disgusted by their differences in appearance. The two boys were ones you shared time with once in a while, but they were too loud and boisterous for your taste, rather staying with the former's sister in the calm and quiet. They were nice enough to you, though, which you greatly appreciated, but they never exactly sought you out, rather just having you tag along with Tsireya and beginning to expect it. Now, it'd just be weird if you weren't with the female.

Their words of teasing in regards to their tails and their fingers had your interest peeked, not having noticed much other than their darker shade of blue, beforehand. Jake Sully - the father of the family; Toruk Makto - was once a known soldier who became an Avatar, before falling in love with his new life and pledging himself as a full Na'vi. That's why some of them looked different, why some of them had extra fingers.

You can't help but rake your eyes over their figures, taking in their broad chests, toned muscles, weird clothing... so much so, when your gaze moved upwards, you hadn't noticed one in particular had caught your snooping. Eyes meeting as one, you quickly guessed that he was the eldest in the family, with the way he held himself high and protective for those he cared about. There's a small smile lingering upon his lips, both warm and welcoming, before sending you a subtle nod. Finally coming out of your reverie, you shy away, feet moving yourself backwards and consequently hiding behind the three teens next to you, head hanging low and eyes grazing along the floor, your heart surely about to burst from your chest. You just weren't good with people - eye contact was something you'd always struggled with, even with those you were comfortable around - and when they were as handsome as this particular Na'vi was, what were you to do other than feel absolutely terrified?

Neither Ao'nung nor Roxto seemingly noticed your sudden change in demeanour, possibly too used to it happening and too busy continuing to taunt the family with their glaring eyes and smirking lips, but Tsireya had.

Bringing your head back up after an eventual short while, your eyes moved sheepishly when Tonowari claimed that both of his children and their friends would help train the forest family's own children in the ways of the water, in the ways of the Metkayina. As the Olo'eyktan gestured over to the four of you huddled close together, your gaze flickered worriedly over to your own father, who stood near his chief, presenting himself as tall and affirmative. Meeting his stare, you found he was already looking at you, no doubt knowing how your nerves would've spiked at the idea of such a proposition. Your head tilted to the side, ears falling flat as you found your expression to be one of begging, hoping that your father would allow you the relief of not forcing you outside your comfort zone. But, he only nodded at you, eyes soft and smile small in reassurance, repeatedly telling himself that this would be good for you, maybe this would be the thing that could finally push you out there.

Looking back to the appreciative family, your eyes found the eldest son's once again, heart beating at speeds you were sure were considered dangerous, already thinking to yourself that you weren't so sure.

Your nerves had only sky-rocketed since the moment your father had pushed you towards a situation you wanted no part in. The idea of training the newcomers was something that absolutely terrified you, just for the fact that you'd actually have to interact with them. You didn't know what they were like - were they nice, were they loud, would they even appreciate the help, or would they want nothing to do with you because of your differences?

It felt as though your thoughts were beginning to consume you whole until you were nothing but a shivering, anxious mess. One possible outcome sprung up, before being followed by another, and your fragile heart simply couldn't take it anymore.

Such an impression brought you so close to finding your father, begging and pleading with him to allow you this one chance to run away into the water and to never emerge again. There were two reasons why you'd never gotten that far with your plans - the first being that you knew your father would never give in to you, even when he has done in the past. You were your parent's only child, meaning from a very young age you had the two of them wrapped tightly around your finger, but you never took it too far. On a normal day, your father might've allowed you the solace of a calming heart, but it was obvious already that day wouldn't be today. The second reasoning was that before you could even make it several steps in the direction of your family marui, Tsireya had found you and steered you in the opposite direction.

For once in your life, you felt like screaming at your only true friend.

Instantly, Tsireya noticed your nervous expression - the way your ears lay flat against your head, your eyes flickering from one spot of the beach to the other, fingers absentmindedly playing with one another to distract your mind away from your impending doom. But, with your arms linked together, she gave you a gentle, soothing pat, reassuring you almost immediately that everything would okay, that nothing would go wrong.

"They seem nice enough," Tsireya continued, leading the two of you to where you'd eventually meet up with them. You supposed she was right - from what you had seen from them the day before at their unexpected arrival, the family seemed kind, stating that they were done with war and battle, only hoping to live out the rest of their days together in bliss and perfection.

Granted, you hadn't really interacted with them, the same with Tsireya, Ao'nung and Rotxo, so you truly had no idea what they'd be like. It seemed like you could only hope for the best.

Your thoughts clouding your mind as they always did like a ritual, your face held a far-off expression, eyes looking off into the distance, cloudy and not really present. At your silence, Tsireya looked up at you with loving eyes, taking noticing of your distance, and already understanding what was happening in your mind just from the look. This was something that seemed to happen more often than not - you were more focused within your own thoughts than with the outside world, so Tsireya was used to this. But, something else clawed at her - the look shared between yourself and the eldest son Jake Sully. She had seen the two of you minimally interact when they arrived, and despite you acting as you normally would even with people you've known your whole life, she felt like there was something there...

"Plus," she started, a teasing lilt within her smile, "do you not want to see that boy again?"

Despite your overbearing shy nature, your head shot up, eyes wide, as soon as those particular words left your friend's mouth. Trying to steel your expression, you attempted to calm your features, looking back down at the sand as your feet continued to follow Tsireya. "What boy?"

She laughs - not mockingly, but almost endearingly, like she knows you know exactly what she means, but your terror in such a circumstance was taking over any other means possible. "The boy who smiled at you..." Head continuing to hang low, you felt a soft nudge against your side as your friend attempted to get something out of you. Alas, all you did was stay completely silent, no doubt if you were to speak even the barest of words, they'd come out shaking and broken. "He seemed to like you." Her words weren't doing anything to sway you, she could see, so with a thoughtful sigh, she tried a different direction. "Y/n, I know this is scary for you, but you never know what might happen until you try..." she spoke softly, timidly, like if her words were even half a decibel louder, they'd have frightened you off. She knew she had to be tender with you, always.

At her final words, you find your head subconsciously moving up, eyes meeting one another as they soften in both adoration and appreciation. Her smile is full of so much fondness and endearment, it almost has your heart aching in pleasure. It felt as though Tsireya was always going out of her way to ensure that you were the most comfortable you could be, never wanting to see you scared and simpering. You truly couldn't have asked for a better friend.

So, swallowing deeply as you prepared yourself for what was soon coming up, you sent Tsireya a forced smile along with a subtle nod of your head, attempting to steel your nerves. Still, you could feel your erratically beating heart not once giving up in its torment.

In the near distance, just in front of the horizon as the sun elevated itself within the pale sky, you could see everyone already there - four Sully kids, and Ao'nung and Rotxo, too. The idea of yourself and Tsireya being the last ones to turn up had your stomach roiling is dissatisfaction, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

With a gentle squeeze of compassion once the two of you had made it to the rest of the group, Tsireya unlinked your arms together, before moving closer to them. "Hi," she spoke up, tone airy and lofty, welcoming, "I am Tsireya, and this is my friend y/n."

Even when you shrunk slightly in on yourself, biting your lips in order to feel the pain rather than your racing heart, the shadows of others beginning to envelop you, he's still able to find you. "Neteyam," he greets, introducing himself as he signs an I see you, eyes lingering on your own like he only really meant their meaning to you. Before you can collapse, he gestures next to him, introducing his siblings, too - Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk.

Neteyam, you thought, what a beautiful name.

You eyes trail over each of them in turn, finding them somehow startlingly different from one another. Lo'ak's own gaze seemed to trail after Tsireya like some sort of lovesick-puppy, the scene causing a small smile to grace your lips; Kiri's attention was here, there and everywhere, her mind shooting from one idea to the next as she took everything in around her; and Tuk grasped eagerly at Neteyam's hand, excitedly bouncing atop her feet, not able to wait a second longer before they got started on their Metkayina training.

Once introductions are in order, each of you signing back to them in greeting (although, you were sure there was some form of malice behind Ao'nung's, which you thought was just simply childish), the group find themselves bobbing along to the current in the cooling waters, several Ilu's spotted around them, waiting for their rider in small anticipation.

The group had been divided out - Ao'nung and Rotxo would be teaching Kiri, Tsireya with Lo'ak, and yourself would be taking care of both Neteyam and Tuk, something you don't doubt was Tsireya's idea - you'd make sure to scorn her for it afterwards. The awaiting Ilu stays calm in your hands as you continuously send soothing strokes down the base of its head, your words slow and understanding, not wanting to overwhelm the two of them with information as they intently listen, Tuk clinging to her brother's neck. "This is an Ilu," you start, eyes trained solely on the creature itself, too scared that if you dared to look over at Neteyam, you'd crash and crumble. "You must learn to tame one in order to stay here, to become Metkayina. It should not be too hard as long as you keep your grip tight - the force of the water can change quickly, so you always need to be prepared."

This Ilu was much smaller in size, only young, so you suggested it would be better for Tuk to try her out. As you gently gestured her over, Neteyam moved the two of them until they were beside the creature, lifting her up and ensuring she was safely on top. Moving back, you take his spot, hands reaching out - one against her back soothingly, and the other grasping along the Ilu's queue.

"Here," you speak softly, guiding the queue up closer, further gesturing for the two of them to bond. Continuously, you ensure to allow yourself to come across as calm and prepared, despite knowing Neteyam is close behind you, causing all sorts of emotions to pass through you - you know that something like bonding with a creature can be nerve-wracking, remembering your own experience very well, and the fact that they were expected to do well due to their ages surely would've made the pressure worse. If those younger than them could do it, why couldn't they?

With their queues finally connected, a small, excited giggle escapes from her lips at the sudden sensation fluttering through her. You can't help the adoring smile on your own features at the sight, your hand stopping in its soothing movements along her back as you pulled away. "Now think go, but be gentle - you do not want to go too fast."

Tuk takes a couple of seconds to herself, smile big and bright as she comfortably fidgets against the Ilu, before seemingly doing so as the creature takes off. Gaze not once faltering from her near-distancing figure, you watched as her Ilu eventually took her under the water for a few seconds, the smile dropping from your face as panic soon started to cleave within you. Before you could even think about swimming under and checking up on her, both Tuk and her Ilu popped up from the surface, her shrill, excited giggles piercing through the air as she exclaimed animatedly, floating beside the creature.

You find yourself joining in on her exhilaration, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes crinkled in happiness. Small shouts of I did it! I did it! travel to your perked up ears, clapping softly when she looks over to you for approval, heart wrenching lovingly at her cheerfulness.

In your sudden change of emotions, it seemed that you had completely forgotten about the other Na'vi presence behind you - the one who could take your breath away with just a single look. It isn't until you feel the water gently ripple against your waist when you remember of his presence, heart stopping in anticipation. Before you can stop yourself or realise what you're truly doing, you turn your head, coming face to face with the male, directly next to you as he wears a proud smile directed at his youngest sister, then bringing his gaze down to you. "You are a good teacher," he compliments, his smile not once faltering.

There's no denying that your cheeks are starting to blush at his words - you can feel the heat scorching against your skin, no doubt colouring it a darker shade. Your shyness that had started to disappear when teaching Tuk had forced its way back to the forefront, your demeanour changing as you always seemed to struggle receiving compliments, no matter who is was from. "Thank you," your voice is barely audible when you try and speak, unsure of what else to say when your gaze lies back down against the ocean in an attempt to hide away.

But, even if he can sense your struggle, he doesn't give up. His gaze is still searing into you - you can feel it against every portion of skin his eyes land on - but he doesn't wish to make you uncomfortable. Perhaps he can understand your shyness, you wonder, because both his words and actions only seem to want to goad you out of your shell. (You're too scared to admit that it might be working.) "You are friends with Tsireya, yes?"

His question allows you the opportunity of a small form of escape - looking up, your attention focuses on said girl in the near distance as she attempts to teach Lo'ak. It's obvious even from where you are that they're getting along from their lingering touches and elated smiles. "Yes," you nod.

That's all you say to his question, feeling guilty for your one-word answers, but you're unsure with what else to say. It was something you'd always found yourself struggling with - trying to hold a conversation with someone was difficult if they didn't know you as well as your parents or Tsireya. You just had to hope they didn't think you rude for it.

And, it was obvious that Neteyam didn't think of you such a way, for his questions continued. "But, not with Ao'nung or Rotxo?" However, even despite the giddiness that he didn't think you ill-mannered with your lack of words, you felt confused, too, because how had he noticed such a fact? Slowly, your gaze shifts back over to his somewhat towering figure, your eyes slightly narrowed, naturally giving away what you were thinking. He hurries to explain himself when he spots the puzzlement. "You only seem to be with Tsireya whenever I see you."

The words I see you linger repeatedly within the depths of your mind, even when you know for definite he didn't mean it in that way. You can't help yourself - being the way that you are, you thought it was practically impossible for you to ever get a mate. And, for the longest time, you told yourself you were okay with that, despite the chastising looks from your parents who thought otherwise. But, as you grew older, watching other Na'vi around you find their soulmates, it only had your heart aching for more.

And, despite only having met Neteyam just a few days ago, the thought wouldn't leave your brainwaves, lingering like an omen... but this one felt good. The way he had noticed such a circumstance of you only really hanging around wherever Tsireya was must have been somewhat difficult, considering the two of you always found a secluded spot away from the busyness of the surrounding clan. That means either he would've stumbled upon you too many times to count by accident, or he was seeking you out. The latter option felt better, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Upon finally realising you've taken too long to give him some semblance of an answer, too lost within your mind, you swallow, shrugging sheepishly. "I've only ever really gotten on with Tsireya..." you admit embarrassingly, eyes downcast once more.

There's a silence that envelops itself between the two of you, only hearing the near-distance sounds of splashing water and happy yells and teasing laughter as the others continue to train on their own Ilu's. That's when Neteyam speaks up. "Well," he starts, his voice somehow both teasing and hesitant, comforting and anxious, "is there a chance that you might get along with me?

Sheepishness be damned, your head shot up so suddenly, you were shocked you didn't experience whiplash as soon as the words left his parted mouth, a smirk evident upon his lips. Your eyes were imploring in on his own, trying to spot where the joke was, but you couldn't find any evidence of such a thing. His amusement has you feeling unsteady, dizzy, and before you can really comprehend what you're doing, there's a small, loving smile on your lips, too. It's barely there, but Neteyam's eyes flicker down to spot it, and it has his own heart racing in its cage.

Coming back to your senses, you turn forwards, swimming away and getting closer to Tuk to train her again without saying another word. From the distance, Neteyam continues to watch you caress the Ilu, clapping his younger sister on the back before helping her back up so she could have another go.

With a shake of his head and chuckling to himself in endearment, he slowly swam over to the two of you, undeniable intrigue festering within the pit of his stomach every time he thought of you.

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[strwbrryblues]

Musing Confessions

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, College AU, Rommate AU, Art students!Hyunjin and reader, Friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Suggestive content, implied smut (?)

A/N: I wasn't originally planning for a second part, but I also wanted to write a second part lmao 🥴💀

This part 2 is dedicated to @leeknowrecord who made a request last time to have a second part of Muse 🤧💗 Here you go sweetie, thank you for requesting and sorry for having to ponder this long about it too 😭 I hope you enjoy it 🥺💗

Also just a reminder, this is an optional read, both fics can be independent on their own as there is really not much of a deep plot behind this.

© March 2022, strwbrryblues. All rights reserved.

Muse (First part; optional read)

Hyunjin woke up, body heavily sore at his every moves, as if he’d just done a triathlon the whole day. His eyes squinting to make out of his room, but it’s as dark as closing your eyes. The only ever visible light, was the one outside the hallway, that he forgot to shut off before bed.

Trying to get back his thoughts again, he was suddenly slapped with the realization of the events from last night. He swore if he was a block of ice, he would have melted right this instant out of embarrassment.

Oh God. I just fucked my roommate slash best friend.

And then a flash of the scene from last night, him repeatedly coming inside you as if he was trying to make sure you’re bred within every nooks and crannies of your being.

RAW!

Hyunjin wanted to slam his head to the nearest wall and have the ground swallow him. He repeatedly chanted in his brain, “stupid Hyunjin,” at how careless he’d been. What if your weren’t on birth control? He could’ve at least worn protection!

The tall boy was panicking until he felt the slight shift in his bed right beside him. He turned to see you all wrapped up warmly in his thick blanket. From the looks of it, he made out your form to be bare and still void of clothes from the piece of skin your shoulder showed, despite the darkness. And Hyunjin knew you as the kind of person to sleep all swallowed up large clothing.

Something inside his stomach fluttered at the sight of your sleeping form, right next to him. But since the realization of you still undressed, meant that the two of you passed out like lightbulbs after the exhilarating activities. And it meant that his essence was still very much inside of you.

Hyunjin gulped at the thought, growing a semi that he felt quickly due to the lack of clothing. But he tried—really tried—to ignore it. He first had to clean up both of you, as it can be uncomfortable for you.

And so he left the bed, very carefully, picking up two sets of clothes from his cabinet, before going to the bathroom to freshen up. There, he took a half bath, then having his lower bed wrapped with a towel, he took another towel—a smaller one—along with a small basin of water.

When he came back to the room, he found you still sleep. With quiet steps, he approached your sleeping form.

Slowly, he unwrapped the blanket from you, but not completely. He left your lower half covered, starting to clean up the upper part of your body with the damp towel he'd occasionally rinse in the small basin of water.

After finishing the first half of your body, he covered you again, shuffling to the bathroom to clean the towel and replace the water from the basin. Doing so, he then went back to his room, now uncovering your lower half. And he prayed hard that you’ll forgive him for having to touch all over your body without your consent, especially when he would try to remove the remains of his essence…with his fingers.

All the while when he was cleaning you gently, he tried his best not to get hard—despite his semi—in respect of you. And he almost succeeded, if only you hadn’t moaned.

Hyunjin swore his face exploded from the heat. He finished up quickly—thankful you hadn’t woken up despite his movements—covering you up with the blanket to avoid you getting cold.

And then he ran to the bathroom. Removing the towel he thankfully haven’t removed yet. And he finally untangled it from his body, he quickly stoked—hard and fast—because he wanted to finish and be over with this embarrassment and shame of growing hard for you in your sleep.

When he released, he hopped in the shower once more. And there, he spent his 15 minutes of having an existential crisis.

When he finally calmed down, he dressed up quickly, remembering that you still laid bare in his bed. Then, he walked back to where you were still so soundlessly asleep. He gently sat you up, wallowing you in his favorite warm sweater. Picking up a sweats he’d grown out of, but still large for you, he also gently slipped it over you. Tugging on the strings to tighten it around your waist as you were smaller than him.

He took a good look at your form; small and fragile, and he almost felt the need to bang his head on the wall at the thought of not being more gentle with you. And then he noticed the mess that was his bed.

Stains. Everywhere.

Hyunjin would’ve gotten hard at that thought of having both your mess everywhere, but he really felt disgusted. He felt every nerve in his body react, almost as if wanting him to hurl out the dinner he didn’t have. And you were laying there. All clean, among the mess. He internally cringed, wanting you out of there.

So, with the thought of giving you more comfort, he carried you bridal style, very slowly and gently. Then he walked to the direction of your room, where he entered and laid you down. Making sure you were tucked in and warm.

He went back to his room, up and running around to clean up everything so he’d have a sleeping spot for the next night, because he figured he’d be staying up for the rest of the night. Pondering and figuring things out for when you wake up.

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You woke up to the light blaring on your eyes, making you groan, but you haven’t made the decision to move just yet. Your eyes squinting, trying to make out of the place, only to see you back in your room.

You almost felt disappointed, thinking that the night's occurrence was but a fragment of your dreams, until you felt pain jolt you from your accidental shift. You were quick to look down at yourself, seeing as you weren’t naked, but you weren’t wearing the clothes you wore when you brought a mug of hot chocolate to Hyunjin last night.

So it wasn’t a dream after all.

You flushed in embarrassment, about to let out a squeal, when your room door creaking open, revealing the tall boy, looking at you very gently and softly.

“Hey,” he started, “you’re finally awake.” He hesitated entering your room, but did so nonetheless, however, in a slow manner. “How are you feeling?” He asked, not finding it in his self to sit down.

“Sore,” you looked away sheepishly. At your reply, Hyunjin groaned, and it made you feel nervous, thinking he regretted last night, and that he was now annoyed at you.

But when you looked up to see his reaction, he seemed to be beating himself up, muttering cusses here and there before approaching your side of the bed and finally sitting down.

“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have done that.” He took one of your hands in his, but it made you think again if he regrets last night.

“Do you…do you regret it?” You asked, looking hopefully into his eyes, begging that he didn’t because you surely did not.

When he heard the question, he was quick to make eye contact with you, as if horrified at your question—which he is. “No! Oh God, no!” He almost looked offended, that it made you chuckle. “I just regret not being careful. I literally bred you,” at that you both flushed and Hyunjin wanted to disintegrate right then and there.

“I took the shot,” you whispered, looking away shyly. Hyunjin heaved a sigh of relief, but also stopped himself from almost getting a hard on from the thought of spilling everything inside you again—if his confession even goes well. Only then did he realize and found out his kink, and he had to literally slap himself not just mentally.

“I—I’ve been pondering since last night,” he spoke after the silence, which garnered your attention.

You looked at him, and only then did you notice the bags under his eyes that formed. Pondering may have been an understatement.

“I wanted to tell you how I fell…for you..” He was still fiddling with your finger, nervousness obvious and it was passed onto you with how he’s suddenly confessing out of the blue. “It’s…I don’t even know when it started, but it’s there. Last night, I was really happy, but I also felt guilty for having to take advantage of you, without knowing if you even have feelings for me.”

You wanted to speak up, telling him you weren’t taken advantage of, as you made the decision as well. But Hyunjin spoke up again.

“I was actually ready to give you my all, if ever you weren’t on birth control…” He was shy, but you sensed his sincerity and it made your heart soar with all the happiness. He was ready to be there for you.

And Hyunjin really was ready…kind of.

Because last night after settling you in bed, and getting to work on cleaning the sheets of his bed, going as far as doing the laundry for it, along with both your clothes that was still strewn on the floor. Hyunjin thought and thought of numerous scenarios, from worst, to the best. And he was thinking of even taking numerous jobs just to raise you and your baby—if you ever were not on the pill. He knew both you and him would be prejudiced for it, not to mention, your parents’ disappointment. But he was ready to be there for you, even if your paths will be rocky, especially being an undergraduate.

“Even if you’re on birth control, of course I will still care for you. And I’ll be there for you. I just wanted to let you know that.” He said, all shyness left, only honesty, and his unadulterated love for you.

“I want to know how you feel too, but I won’t pressure you.” He smiled sadly, giving your hand a squeeze, anxiety getting ahead of him, making him think that you hate him.

But the tone of reassurance, as well as love as you spoke, cleared it all away for him. “I feel the same way…” You said, squeezing back, his hand in both of yours. “I actually did have feelings for you since we met.”

Elated, Hyunjin was feeling more than just that. And he wanted to just dance around with you, in utter joy. But he knew you were still tired. Settling for the best decision, he asked, “is it okay if I kiss you right now?”

You didn’t need to answer, only pulling him by his shirt to give him what he wanted. What you wanted.

The kiss was chaste; it was pure. It wasn’t like last night’s kiss, where you were promised an endless pleasure. The kiss made you feel loved for who you were, and you felt his warm intentions. It’s crazy, you almost felt his thoughts from last night.

And when you both pulled away, both your cheeks danced with the baby pink tint. Your eyes shined like you held the galaxies in them, and Hyunjin knew he was more than just smitten for you.

Stealing a peck from you, he leaned back finally as he spoke, “you’re still sore, so I guess we’ll have breakfast in bed?” He giggled, very childishly as if he was being tickled, and it made your nose scrunch in adoration for him and his whole being.

“That would be lovely.” You replied, quite content with everything right now.

“I’ll be back with you food, my princess.” He stood up, bowing as he took your hand in his, kissing the back of your hand.

“Try not to burn down our kitchen, yeah?” You teased, which earned you a groan from Hyunjin as he walked to the kitchen.

You were about to sink deeper into your bed, with a silly smile plastered on your face, but then Hyunjin peeked his head on the door frame, “we’re… official, right?” He asked, looking unsure as he nervously laughed.

You almost cackled at how cute he was, but answered anyway, “of course, my prince.” You swore you almost saw fireworks in his eyes, at he obvious joy and celebration written on his face. He muttered, “perfect” while skipping down the hallway, and you heard him happily singing to himself.

You agreed, everything was perfect, and you couldn’t find any more reason, especially not when you were this content with everything.

[gcsly]

Could be fun to make a ranking of some of Pierre's best and worst instagram posts. Because in the span of a few days he's maybe delivered one of his best (the "verbier dump") and worst (the last one with pyry) posts ever imo.

okay so upon going through all 1208 photos hes posted here's my cutes and uncutes:

(note: using only pierre pierre pics and not the ones he steals from getty)

best:

this genre where water turns pierre into whoerre (whore pierre); 1000000000/10

the ski trip. i agree. this is how you instagram. cute, wholesome, we never actually saw him ski so im starting to think pierre fell like sixteen times, beautiful, pierre needs to do this more often. 

using pretty privilege to spread the vaccine agenda while also getting paid for advertising was peak strategy, alphatauri could never 2021/20

monza pierre: the exhilaration of winning, of being everything they said you would never be and the relief of proving them all wrong and of proving yourself right; it's all so so so visible. but also -1 point bc he has snake nostrils here i didnt need to see that thank you. but also the self trophy censoring, pierre knows this is a family friendly channel.

no one ever got a bday post ever again. this was the peak of blurry camera, shitty cropping and drunk on tuesdays. daniel, you are honored and blessed in pierrestagram.

twinkerre, so much twinkerre. masterlist of twinkerre coming in two to three business days. the start of his ‘i will grow my facial hair but not the middle part’ who let a child rampage on ig unfiltered? truly, i am my socmed manager. 

worst:

the time he came out as an nft fucker like girl no some feelings need to remain repressed; was a literal jumpscare 0.000002/10 would not recommend

this posted in the middle of my breakfast. i choked on my granola. the hair was not a serve. imagine walking on the floor, you step in a puddle but its actually just his feet sweat. pierre you owe me approx. $15000000.98 in health insurance and cereal reparations. 

whenever he stands like a sim. also fifa 20 is a sin worth ten shirtless pics. pls repent soon 🤧 

cringe quotes. he did this on main 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

tldr:  whorerre good. cringerre bad. scrolling through his insta is like a minefield you never know what youre gonna get next so be aware of twinkerre the further you go 👍

[intuitive-bbloom]

Hey bestie 😘 ☺ hehe I'm so happy that i got the chance to participate in your fs sufflemacy game!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 okkk so i read your rules and there was no such rule how to send the ask. So I'm just sending it my way heh 😅 😌 so my initials are MMA if you want my name it is aria. 😊 emoji. And 🤧 Thank you very very much! Take care and have a nice day!!! 💞💞💞

Hey sweetie! 💕✨💕✨ you too have a nice day! Lots of love from my side☺️☺️☺️

The five songs your future spouse channeled for me are

Outta my mind by Monsune

Kill shot slowed and reverb by Magdalena Bay

So high by Doja cat

Two queens in a king sized bed by girl in red

9 by Willow ft SZA

Dear Aria, I love dancing with you it’s all vibes and fun, I like you a lot and I’m just waiting for the right time to let you know just how much you mean to me. I’ve been looking for someone like you all my life, it’s so exhilarating to be around you, I don’t know what to expect. I want you in my life, come be a part of it. I can’t get you outta my mind what magic are you using on me? You have it so easy, don’t you? I can’t even go to bed because you’re all I’m seeing, I can’t stop thinking about us and what we could be. I want to stop obsessing over you but god I’m so in love, you’re haunting me 🥲

God I’m so obsessed with you, I can’t stop browsing through my phone and staring at the photos of us, it’s like I’ve been hit by cupids arrow. Loving you is like a death wish, the way you stare into my soul makes me feel so vulnerable. I wanna still maintain my control but I can’t, I need to get you out of my mind. You have so much power over me, I can’t help falling for you every time, you’re so blinding. You’re the one with the arrow and you’ve hit me straight in the heart, I’m under your control. Will you ever let me go? You’re like honey, so sweet, kiss me and love me hard till I’m breathless. You probably know how much I’m in love with you, that wicked smile of yours knows that you’re the only thing on my mind.

You speed up my heartbeat whenever you’re close to me, whenever you touch me you relieve stress. Are you a drug cause you got me so high? Your love is so intoxicating and I want more of it every time, I know you want me and don’t worry I’ll give you exactly what you need. I can get used to you by my side, being mine.

You’re my queen, Christmas is coming up and I won’t hesitate to kiss you even if there isn’t a mistletoe above our heads. I don’t have much to give you except everything I have, let’s spend all my time together, let’s make snow angels and cuddle in our bed afterwards. I only want to be spending all my time with you, year after year I just want to be with you, I want it all. The closer we get the better it is, you’re my forever girl.

If only I could stay, I would stay with you, believe me I would. I just want to be with you, all alone in your zone. I’m not negative, just different, we both have different things we want and baby you got me wrapped around your finger, I wanna love you wholeheartedly but you’re scared, love is so difficult, isn’t it? I could lay all day with you but you want to get up, let’s make more memories together you sack of potatoes, we could make it all ours. I don’t want to play games anymore, we’re not kids anymore, talk to me, come through baby.

Wow this was a smooth reading for me! I hope you liked this! 💕💕✨✨✨ and something tells me this person has a lot of feminine energy, I was just thinking to myself as I was writing this that if I had tarot cards I’d probably have pulled the devils card with how passionate this person is.

[kingkatsuki]

im new to ur blog and might i say that i love ur posts❤️ idk if ur taking requests but could i ask for hc for deku, bakugou and shouto as pro heroes where they grow feelings for a photographer bc they love how their pics of them turn out while they are saving ppl since the reader works for a newspaper or something like that, sorry if this is hard to understand but recently i rewatched the old spiderman movies and this idea popped in my head🤧

I love this idea so much. These aren’t really headcanons, I should have probably just done a scenario for each instead but I hope you enjoy them all the same.

Ground Zero

Struggling for money, you’d taken the only job you’d managed to find at the time that wasn’t wedding photos or taking baby photos in malls. You were taking photos of heroes. Trying to get the perfect shot without getting hurt was exhilarating. Especially when some of your favourite heroes were about. Ground Zero was so easy to photograph, every action, every pose. He was perfect.

The first time you managed to get a photo on the front page, you were over the moon. Ground Zero was on the front cover, his fist moving towards the camera, as if he was aiming at the audience. You’d picked up multiple copies. For yourself and to send to your  friends and family. Maybe this was your moment, you’d finally made it.

So when your manager walked into the office while you were editing your most recent photographs and told you that you were fired, you were stunned.

“W-what?” You were so confused. Your photography wasn’t that bad, was it? You’d just managed to get your photograph of Ground Zero on the front page, and now your manager was firing you?

“Yes, I’ve been told that if I don’t get rid of you I’ll lose the whole magazine, and I can’t do that.”

You were so confused, and now stuck back where you were before as an unemployed photographer, living desperately paycheck to paycheck.

You huffed as you opened the door to your dingy apartment, stopping in shock as you saw none other than the Ground Zero standing in front of you. Even without his hero outfit on, it was clear who it was. You had photographed him enough.

“What are you doing here?” You tried feebly to pull the baggy shirt you were wearing further down your bare legs.

“Your manager gave me your address. I saw your photos of me in Heroes Weekly.” Bakugou’s eyes trailed across your body as he stood in your doorway. He’d only been given your name by the magazine and he hadn’t expected you to be so attractive. “I really liked them.”

“That’s great, unfortunately I don’t work there anymore.”

“I know, you work for me.”

“Huh?” You were so confused.

You found out that Bakugou had called your manager and asked her to get rid of you on purpose. So you could work for him. You were furious at first, but honestly working for the Ground Zero wasn’t as bad as you though it would be. And the pay was so much better.

Bakugou stood in front of the camera, holding one of his gauntlet’s up in a pose. You were so focused on capturing his image, you didn’t notice his eyes staring at you throughout the shoot.

“Bakugou, you photograph really well.” You turned the screen around to show him some of the images, he removed one of his gauntlet’s and stepped closer to you to glance at the screen. You you were so close he could smell your shampoo, the proximity was making him feel hotter than usual.

“Uh, yeah.” You frowned. Did he hate them? He hated them.

“I’m sorry, I can try and get some more? If I change the lighting you might-” You were cut off when his lips met your own in a surprisingly gentle kiss, the hand that he had removed the gauntlet from came up to rest on your cheek as he held you close.

Okay, maybe he didn’t hate them.

Deku

Noticed himself on the front cover of a magazine as he was wandering through the store to pick up lunch. Picking it off the shelf he traced over the image. The pose and the way he stood out against the background. He looked good. Walking to the checkout he paid for his lunch and the magazine, walking back to his office.

Midoriya had bought magazine’s that featured photos or articles of him before, but he’d never liked the photographs of himself much. It did make him swell with pride, but sometimes he still felt like the little kid that wanted to be a hero.

Since then, Midoriya would go to the same store each week, picking up every issue of ‘Hero’s weekly’ and flicking through it, trying to see if you had managed to capture any more photos of him. Sometimes he would see 'Red Riot’ or 'Ground Zero’ with your name underneath as the photographer and it would make him jealous. Where were the pictures you took of him?

Flicking through until he found them. Once again you’d managed to capture him perfectly, he’d pick up the magazine and take it to the checkout once again.

After a pretty intense fight, Deku would look to his side and see you flicking through your DSLR camera, the lens weighing the whole body down as you flicked through the photos you had managed to get. Deku had been moving fast during the battle, his opponent pushing him to his limits he was certain you couldn’t have captured him properly.

He worked up the courage to go over to you, still stuck in your own world as you assessed your work.

“Hey,” You looked up and nearly dropped your camera in surprise to see the Deku, in front of you. Breathing slightly heavily as he stood in his hero uniform. He looked even more attractive up close and you couldn’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Uhm, hi-”

“Did you manage to get any good shots?” He probably sounded conceited but he genuinely hoped you did, no one could capture him as well as you.

“I think so, you were moving pretty fast this time.” You blushed as you looked back at the camera, moving the screen to show him one.

“I’m sure you got it, you’re really talented.” You blushed at this, how did he know you were talented? “I see all your photo’s in Heroes Weekly. I was wondering if you had any other photos of me you could show me?”

This is how it started, after you would shoot Deku during fights, he would meet up with you after, looking through all the images you got of him and picking out his favourites that you would give him prints of. You’d also collect all the magazine’s your office would produce, giving him copies so he could see your published work.

The more you both hang out together, the less it becomes about the photography. He starts finding excuses to meet up with you without editing through pictures. Just meeting for lunch, or for coffee.

One day you’d laid out the prints you’d developed for him on the table, showing him your favourite one and talking animatedly about why. “I like this one the most, I think the expression on your face while you’re saving the little girl is adorable I-”

“I like you-” Izuku blurted out, catching you completely off guard as you dropped the print back on the table.

“What?” Izuku was bright red right now, his hand running through his hair as he tried to form his next sentence.

“I think you’re amazing. Not just at photography, at everything.” You blushed at his admission as you looked towards the male.

“I’d love to take you out sometime.”

“Like a date?” You couldn’t believe that this pro-hero wanted to go out with you.

“S-sure”

Shouto

When you had told your friends and family you wanted to become a photographer, they had laughed in your face. Your parents pretty much disowning you unless you would pick a career path they deemed 'suitable’ and your friends thinking it  a waste of time.

You were determined to prove everyone wrong, you’d set up a huge online presence, trying to get your name out there as you spent most evenings out trying to get photo’s that would catch everyone’s attention and be worthy of the front page of a glossy magazine (and hopefully a fat paycheck)

You were on your way home from a photoshoot of a famous singer, who had been a complete diva and you’d had to bite your tongue the entire time. The pay was awful, but the photo you had uploaded of her onto your website was already generating a tonne of hits and you hoped this would get your name out there for more bookings.

So when a huge tabloid had seen your photos and had offered you a job, you were over the moon. This was your step in.. even if the tabloid was a bit sleazy. You wouldn’t be writing any articles, just providing the photos.

The first time you photographed Shouto had been by accident. The tabloid had sent you out to get some photos of an influencer releasing a new line of skincare, and it was dull. After capturing her in every pose imaginable you had finally packed up and you were on your way back to the office when a flash of ice flew passed in the distance. You immediately pulled your camera out and took the lens cap off, holding it to your face as you shot in quick succession. It was the pro-hero Shouto. You kept shooting as you watched him take down the villain, blushing down at your DSLR screen as you noticed how cute he was up close. Once the fight had ended you made your way back to your office to edit your influencer photos.

When you got to the office your manager took the SD card from you and began clicking through your photos. “Y/N, what is this?” You glanced over to the screen as you saw your photos of Shouto. “Oh, Sorry. I was on my way back when I saw Shouto fighting a villain and I took some photos, the influencer photos are-” “These are incredible. We need to get this on the front page tomorrow.” You were in shock. Front page? That definitely meant a decent paycheck.

Shouto yawned as he made his way through the city to his pro-hero office. Trying to doge through the bustle of the morning commute he sat down on the train and noticed a picture of himself on the front page of a newspaper, sitting on the empty seat beside him. Picking it up he read the embarrassing 'icy-hot’ headline. The cheesy headline or story didn’t matter, but the photograph was incredible. He’d never found himself that interesting during battle, but he liked this photo. His eyes skimmed down to the bottom of the article to find the name of the photographer.

Once he got to his office he googled the photographers name. Clicking on the top link of the search results he was greeted with your own website. Showcasing various pieces you had shot and there at the side, was an “about the photographer.” section, complete with a photograph of yourself. Shouto stopped for a second, transfixed on the image. You were beautiful.

Shouto picked up the phone, dialling the number to your newspaper and waiting for someone to pick up. When your manager answered the phone and realised the pro-hero Shouto was on the other end he was over the moon. “I wanted to invite Y/N to my office to photograph me.” Your manager was more than happy to oblige but was trying to get a more senior photographer to come instead. “No, I’m only doing it if Y/N comes here.”

So imagine your shock when you stood in Shouto’s office, camera bag in hand as he smiled at you from his desk.

“Why do you work for such a sleazy tabloid?” Shouto’s voice was confused, your work was incredible.

“I don’t really have much choice. I’m still trying to get my name out there..”

So this is how your relationship with Shouto began, he would message you whenever he’s about to go out to fight a villain and you would be there. Making sure you got the perfect shot before anyone else. You were quickly able to leave the sleazy tabloid you were working at and a reputable Hero magazine picked you up. Your images gracing the front page made you swell with pride.

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this, Shouto. This is like my dream.” Your fingers danced along the glossy front page.

“Maybe you would let me take you to dinner? To thank you.”

“Thank me?”

“I’ve never really liked myself in photographs before. Not until I met you.”