#the way his smile falls has me captivated 😍

[davidayer]

END OF WATCH (2012) dir. David Ayer

[niki-phoria]

omg you do song fics?😍 can i request a bi!soobin x male reader to “i do” by g-idle?

pairing: bi!uni student!soobin x uni student!male!reader (referred to as a boy once) genre: fluff (??) a little angsty word count: 1.1k

includes: confession fic, uni au, ending is a little weird, reader cries, didn't want this to be too angsty, my greatest apologies if your name is mina lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i don't mind doing songfics at all :)) i hope you like it <33

soobin lets out a soft sigh as he enters your shared apartment. his bag crumbles in a small heap on the floor beside his bed before he wanders over to you. he all but collapses onto your mattress beside you, making you softly chuckle. 

you set your phone aside; instagram feed long forgotten as you shift to lay down next to him. soobin buries his face into one of your pillows. his tense body relaxes slightly when you reach over to gently rub a hand against his back. 

“are you okay?” soobin simply hums in response, though the strangled noise is muffled by his arms and the pillows he’s laying against. “bad day?”

despite the pillow blocking his face, you can see him nod slightly. a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you pat his thigh. “come here, bin.”

the boy perks up immediately at your words. you chuckle as he wastes no time in making himself comfortable in your lap. his head rests against your thighs; the rest of his body curled up on your twin sized bed. he smiles to himself as you begin to play with his hair, twisting the soft strands between your fingers. 

you fall into a comfortable silence together for a few minutes before you notice soobin catch his bottom lip between his teeth. his jaw clenches the darker the thoughts clouding his brain become. he absentmindedly fidgets with his fingers as you continue raking your fingers through his dark locks.

“hey,” you whisper, catching soobin’s attention. he looks up at you through his dark fringe - your cue to continue. “what’s on your mind?”

a soft sigh escapes his lips. his gaze shifts up to stare at the ceiling. he studies the drywall adorning your dorm room as if an answer is hidden in the material. 

“someone gave me a love letter… earlier today,” he finally says. 

i don’t even know how to think

‘cause now she got your heart, so i feel stupid, foolish

you pause your movements almost instantaneously as the words leave his lips. they linger uncomfortably in the air like a thick fog that clouds your judgement. tension holds you both captive in the room. you feel like a caged animal - the chains of your own feelings tightly wrapped around your limbs and keeping you trapped exactly where you are. 

you can nearly feel your heart stop beating in your chest. your breath catches in the back of your throat. an unfamiliar feeling of heartbreak curls inside of your stomach. it slinks through your intestines - working it’s way upwards to press against your chest. 

“who was it from?” your voice trembles, though you hope soobin can’t hear the anxiety that drips from each word. 

“mina.” 

you know mina from your english class. she had silently slipped into the room after getting lost on her way to the lecture hall. she has a bright smile and kind eyes. even you can admit her laugh is contagious. it lights up every room she’s in. she’s perfect. perfect for soobin.

‘fraid i’m losing everything i thought i couldn’t

my whole world is fallin’ apart

you swallow your grief, forcing it deep into your chest. “she’s nice,” you murmur. “pretty. i like her. she’d be good for you.” but i would be better.

soobin hums. his eyes meet yours momentarily before he stares up at the ceiling once again. “do you really think so?”

you remain silent for a few seconds. you refocus on playing with soobin’s hair, letting the methodical action calm your racing heartbeat. a shaky sigh leaves your lips before you speak again. “do you like her?”

“i don’t know.” he pauses, anxiously tugging his bottom lip between his teeth again - a nervous habit you had always found particularly attractive. “i think i like someone else.”

don’t you go fallin’ in love

trust me, she’s not the one

a small spark of hope ignites in your chest before you quickly stomp it out. you’re roommates. two university students who happened to be assigned to the same dorm room. you’re friendly because you’re both introverted and spend most of your time around each other. your skinship is simply two boys being friendly - nothing more. 

“soobin,” you murmur. tears sting at the corners of your eyes. they threaten to roll down your cheeks. you bite your tongue in an attempt to hold them back to little avail. 

soobin sits up from your lap, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “what’s wrong?” he whispers. the warm hand he places against your knee does little to soothe your aching heart, though you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. 

you stare down at your hands, anxiously fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. soobin gently begins to rub small shapes against your leg in an attempt to calm you down. you twist the thin, cool metal against your skin as you mentally prepare yourself for rejection. anger. heartbreak.

“i’m in love with you.” 

she won’t ever love you like i do

hold you like i do, know you like i do

the words come out as little more than a broken whisper. soobin’s movements stop momentarily - though what was realistically a few seconds feels like an eternity of waiting. 

“y/n,” soobin finally whispers. his voice is soft. gentle. you bite down on your tongue harder. tears slowly begin to roll down your cheeks; at first in single drops before streams quickly begin falling from your eyes. 

you’re unable to prevent the choked sob that escapes when soobin cups your cheek. his touch feels far too intimate to be just from a roommate. an acquaintance. 

soobin brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears as fast as they come. you go limp in his arms when he pulls you into a tight hug, keeping you tightly pressed against his chest. “i’m sorry,” you murmur into the crook of his neck. embarrassment mixes with your grief. your head aches at the sudden flood of emotion. “i don’t wanna lose you.”

“you won’t,” soobin whispers. he rubs a hand against your back. you let the feeling soothe you - at least momentarily. “you never will.” he gently coaxes you away from his neck so you’re looking into his dark eyes. “i love you too.”

you sniffle, hesitantly looking up at him once again. “really?”

“really.” soobin pulls you back into a hug, letting you cling to his body. he presses a kiss against your forehead as his arms snake around your waist. “i love you, y/n."

[wwinterwitch]

hii, could i request a luke skywalker and reader fic where theyre friends and shes a jedi too and helps him "rescue" grogu, someone insults luke, and she gets angry and lukes like omg you defended me??? im in love with you😍 and later she goes on a rant on the audacity of that person who insulted luke and he calms her down and a confession too?? Thanks!!!!

Loved writing this!! tysm for your request <3 shout out to miss taylor swift for inspiring the title and a little of the story too

SPARKS FLY - LUKE SKYWALKER

**gif is not mine, credits to tatooineknights here on tumblr

summary: a seemingly small gesture makes luke fall even more in love with you

pairing: luke skywalker x jedi!fem!reader

word count: 1.5K

warnings: awkward and shy luke, unshared feelings, friends to lovers, badass female and golden retriever male type of couple.

a reblog is always appreciated!

my masterlist

"Do you feel anything?" you asked as soon as you were inside the cantina.

"Not sure," Luke replied, scanning the place.

This was the third place you had visited that day. You and Luke were exhaustingly looking for this force-sensitive individual the two of you started to feel not so long ago. You thought after losing Obi-Wan it will be just you, Luke and Leia left to keep a legacy of the Force that is nothing like the one the followers of the Dark Side have.

This Force was a light at the end of a once seemingly empty void of darkness ahead. It was a chance to meet more like you that were on the right side of the Force. Both of you were excited to meet this individual. The energy on them is pure and young, definitely a baby. It was pure, and playful, and so incredibly filled with love. It has to be one of the most captivating and addictive energies of all. The happiness and innocence it provides...makes it almost imposible not to smile, allowing that force to surround you. Peaceful.

You need to meet who have such energy.

When you walked inside the cantina, you two were nothing but another pair of customers just like the other people currently inside. You and Luke took separate ways so locating this Force-sensitive being could be easier. When you reunited, it was obvious neither of you have found them.

As you approached Luke, you noticed he was talking with a group of men sitting by the counter. None of them looked very friendly or eager to talk.

"Get lost, kid!" one of them shouted.

"I'm just trying to–"

"Hey, I told you to leave, scum! That's your last warning."

At soon as you heard those words, you took your lightsaber out and aimed dangerously close to the creature's neck. The group around you gasped as the music stopped, nothing but silence around you. Obviously, the one in front of you was visibly shaking with fear and standing as still as they possibly could.

Luke was quiet, almost letting out a gasp himself when he saw your quick movement. He just stared wide-eyed at you.

People around were scared, but also intrigued. Like they just saw a ghost– a myth. No one has seen or heard from a Jedi in a very long time. They were supposed to be extinct, yet here stands one of them, lightsaber in hand, like it's just nothing. Like putting that kind of weapon out wouldn't cause chaos.

"Don't you dare insult him again," you warned slowly, earning a frantic nod from the creature. "Now, apologize to my friend."

Luke quickly stepped forward, his entire face burning red. "Oh, no...it's not– it's not necessary"

"Do as I say," you insisted, motioning at the creature to do what you were ordering.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" they cried desperately.

You smiled at the creature, putting away your lightsaber and hooking it back to your belt. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" you commented sarcastically, starting to walk towards the exit doors.

All eyes were on you as you walked away, everyone amazed by what just happened. When you left, all eyes turned to Luke. His face couldn't possibly be more red as he practically ran to the door in embarrassment, hating to have all the attention to himself. 

Outside you were waiting for him, resting by the wall of the cantina as you scanned the street in front of you. As soon as Luke saw you, he felt like his legs would stop working and he'll be face down on the floor. His heart was beating rapidly after what just happen. Half of him thought it was because of the adrenaline, the other half just knew it was all about you.

Because he'll be lying to himself if what just happened didn't make him fall even harder for you. The way you'd be willing to put up a scene just to protect him. How you didn't even hesitate to defend him.

He liked knowing you were willing to do that just for him. Yes, it was violent and maybe a little too much, but the gesture shows you care. And likes that you care.

Everything you do always amazes him. How you always know what to say or do to get out of trouble, your skills with the lightsaber, how wise you are and how great of a Jedi you have become. But that wasn't all. There was so much more to you that just being a Jedi.

He likes how much you care about other people. How you saw that little boy crying back on Tatooine and you didn't leave his side until you were able to find his parents and bring him back to them. Or the way your eyes light up in admiration when you approach a new planet because you seem to find beauty in everything surrounding you.

He even likes how stubborn you can be at times or how grumpy you get every time you're unable to get a good sleep. And how you always love to be right about everything.

He just likes you. All of you.

So for him to witness the girl he adores so much willing to put up a scene to defend him, there's really no words that could explain what that means to him. He has fallen so hard, that every little detail seem to impress him. Sparks fly all around him because of you. An endless galaxy of emotions exploding inside of him, making him impossibly happier.

"Sorry about that," he heard you say, snapping out of his thoughts. You smiled apologetically, knowing he'd probably lecture you how impulsive that was. He's always been the most subtle and responsible one.

"It's fine," he assured you. "Thanks for...that."

"Yeah, no worries," was your response. "Hope that gave those guys a lesson. Maybe next time they'll be nicer to strangers."

Luke chuckles, feeling his cheeks burning red. The fact that he knew he was blushing in front of you only made him blush harder. "Yeah, I bet."

"Such nasty people!" you continued your rant, genuinely angry at what just happened. "I mean, they could try to put up a fight with me anytime, I'm probably as bad as they are when it comes to manners, but you? Who in their right mind would treat someone like you so bad?"

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Oh, I mean it in a good way," you quickly elaborated, afraid he might've thought you were insulting him. "You're a sweetheart, Luke. Truly the nicest person that has ever lived in the entire galaxy."

"You give me too much credit," he mutters shyly, avoiding to look at you in embarrassment.

"No, I mean it!" you insisted. The fact that his entire face was burning red only encouraged you to tease him even further. 

It was so easy to make Luke Skywalker, the young man who quite literally took down the Empire, look so flustered. It seems to be an ability only you have. Any small thing you say or do can make him fall right at your feet. Everyone around you two could see it. How he would trail behind you like a lost puppy and the way he looked at you with so much admiration in his eyes. The boy is hopelessly in love with you, it's crazy you still aren't together yet.

As the two of you walked back to your ship, you lightly pushed him to gain his attention. He briefly looked at you, still very shy. "You are the nicest person out there, Luke. I don't mean that as an exaggeration."

"I know," he says, his smile never fading. "But you are nice, too."

You chuckled. "I'm not nearly half of what you are."

"That's...that's not true! You have many great qualities."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Once again, he didn't know what to say. You smiled after realizing you did it again. Have him all flustered because he doesn't really know how to openly show his admiration for you. He doesn't know how to do that, maybe because you're the first girl he's ever liked. 

"Well, you're super funny. And your smart, hardworking, selfless, caring."

"That's it?" you teased.

"Those were examples."

You couldn't keep your laughter. "You are adorable, Luke Skywalker."

"Stop doing that!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes, you are," he insisted. "You say things...and you know I won't...I won't know what to say."

"It's called flirting, Luke."

With that said, you winked at him before walking the last remaining steps towards the ship, leaving him standing in complete shock by that revelation. You would always tease him and say all these silly little things to get a reaction out of him, but never went further than that. You never openly admitted you were flirting.

Everything was, in Luke's mind, just you being friendly. Since when was this flirting? Is he really that oblivious? Or maybe you weren't being obvious enough? No. That's not it. It's definitely him. He's been the problem all along.

Encouraged by that revelation, he hurried towards the ship so the two of you could continue the search for this Force-sensitive being, promising to himself that next time you start complimenting him more than usual and teasing him to make him nervous, he'll definitely do something about it. 

He would know what to say next time.

[lfc21]

Can you do a robbo imagine like he is gonna get married and the celebration after. I would like that

Cuz he is gonna get married this month😍

Marry me

Everyone tells you about there one true love, there soul mate, the one they go to in times of fear or panic. For a while you couldn't understand how you where to find your one true love you couldn't think of how fate could fix the relationships you had been in and fill a place in your beating heart, but this was all before him. He was special, he had a charm and wit within his presence which captivated your heart and told you whatever was ment to happen it was you and him that had to do it together. Everyday you urged to feel his skin against yours and his happiness to prove your day right and this wasn't a feeling to leave, it was a feeling to last, a feeling in which could not be compared to anything of the kind.

The day in which Andy had gotten down on one knee was a day imprinted in the Mediterranean sands. His skin glowed within the evening sunlight on the isolated beach. The words fell from his mouth and into your ears filling you with so much love and astonishment towards one human being. Will you marry me? Was the question you wished to hear everyday since a little girl and it was then when you heard it in such a deep thick Scottish accent that you realised he was your soul mate.

-

"You may kiss the bride" the man between you both proudly confessed with a hope in his heart and a smile on his face. Andys hand rested on your hip as he pulled you in towards his warm body admiring every inch of your glowing skin. Your hand rested on his neck as your lips came crashing into his - this was right. A million butterflies collided from you both as your lips fell into a dance together lighting the room with romance and lust. Everyone's cheers bounced through your ears as they started to applauded you both - the newly wed couple.

"Party time!" Andy shouted as his lips fell from yours in his thick Scottish accent. Your eyes snapped towards him not understanding what relevance his outburst had. The words party time didn't often fall into the words in which God loved to hear in his holy place but you where trying to get past that and look forward to a lifetime of his confidence and humour.

"Cheers babe" you mumbled with a laugh as his arm wrapped around your small delicate frame as you proceeded to walk down the Isle as two. The Robertsons. The familiar faces of your loved ones boomed with elegant smiles as they watched the pair of you gently hold yourself together as one down the marble floor. This was the day you had been counting down for and this was better that you had ever expected.

"Mrs Robertson I like that" Andy said as you both made your way out of the large door. Your heart skipped a beat at your new legally binding name which you had taken in love and honour, y/n Robertson has a ring to it, as does your finger.

"You better like it" you said with a laugh as you watched his matured face style a wide grin and a sexy smirk. The cheek he held with every mood of his would never leave you and you couldn't help but love it, you where constantly on your toes not knowing his next move, nothing was serious just spontaneous.

"You know I do" he smoothly replied back watching your gentle moves, he was captivated by your elegant look with nothing but a perfectly sculpted dress to hide what Andy was truly looking forward to even if he had to wait till the night.

-

You and Andy sat tightly in the back of your wedding car making nothing but a beeline to your wedding reception. His hand was gently placed in yours styling often squeezes to make sure you knew he was there, as your husband. He had a sparkle in his eyes something in which he had never held before.

"I have something for you" he said to you as your car pulled up at a set of traffic lights. Andy wanted to give you this on your special day just as the two of you and this was his perfect moment. The only thing sperating you was the affection you both had oozing from you both, it was the perfect time.

"Oh dear" you said with a laugh not liking the idea of what this sarcastic class clown could of gotten you on your wedding day. Surprises weren't often something you looked forward to on a day to day basis as they where often filled with a camera being pointed in your face or a messed up kitchen.

"Here" Andy softly said placing a jewellery box down on your lap, your eyebrows furrowed at what this was in aid off. Your hands gently toyed with the lid off the box until gently pulling it off revealing the most gorgeous diamond necklace.

" Oh b-babe I told you that was to expensive" you admitted as you realise it was the necklace you had spent drooling over outside of the window of the shop in Italy. You couldn't allow Andy to buy it for you as it was a heavy price which you where sure could of bought three houses.

"You really think I wasn't going to get it for you?" He smugly said back with a giggle falling from his mouth. Your hand fell onto the crook of his neck before pulling him in for a loving kiss. Your lips met in the middle creating a dreamy dance to control the actions of you both.

"I have something for you but it might take a while to come" you said with his hand in yours as you pulled your lips away from one another.

"Erm right ok" he replied with a laugh and a confused expression, he couldn't understand what was such a good present for him to have to wait a while.

"Another 6 months I'd say" you cheered with a smile as you attatched your eyes onto his every move as you didnt want to miss his reaction.

"W-what?" Andy quickly asked whilst moving up his seat to take a closer look at you. "Your not are you?" He added whilst looking up from your stomach back to your face as quick as humanly possible.

"Yeah" you simply said as you watched his eyes fall open wider and his jaw to become unhinged. You knew he would like it but the nerves of the day put a cloud over that.

"Oh my god" Andy cheered until smashing his lips into yours. His affection wasn't going to stop today and you could of kept it that way forever. Your family was starting as a newly wed couple. The Robertsons.

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[dean-samw67]

Your front man smut 😍😍 if you’re taking requests how about some sweet love making with in-ho with fly me to the moon in the background

Fly Me To The Moon

Hwang In-ho/Front Man x F! VIP Reader

Warnings ⚠️⚠️: smut, unprotected sex

Words: 1900

(UM YES PLEASE I love writing for him honestly so thank you for the request! Hope you like it! Also let's pretend this is the games a few years later so there has been a couple games before this)

I was walking behind the rest of the VIPs. I was wearing a tight black dress and matching black heels to go with it. I was wearing my golden fox mask. I was the only woman in the VIPs and I can not express how much I hated that they all tried to flirt with me. We are each led into the entrance hall.

That's when I see him. The Front Man. He was my biggest obsession. He was my reasoning for still coming here. He made me go crazy. After he greets us we are led to our rooms. As I walk by him I look dead into the eyeholes on his mask. I couldn't see him but I felt him making eye contact. A smirk spreads on my face underneath my mask

I play my favorite song on the record player in my room. Fly Me To The Moon. I was looking around the room as it plays when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" I call. I turn as the door opens to see The Front Man standing there. "May I help you?" He shuts the door behind him. He doesn't say anything just walks closer to me. He keeps walking towards me until he has me pinned against the wall. He places his hand beside my head, looking down at me. I stare at his masked face through the eyes of my mask. His hand grabs the bottom of my mask and lifts it off.

His eyes scan my face through his mask. We did this every year. And I loved it. I reach up and pull his hood off. I anyone else dared to do this they would be dead in an instant. But for some reason not me. I unclip the back of his mask and pull it off, revealing his face to me. He places his leather covered hand over my cheek. He slowly drags it down to my neck then to my chest until it his resting right above my breasts.

"Please touch me." I beg of him.

"Shhh. We have all night. I want to take my time on you this time." He whispers. My cheeks flush red as I watch his face the whole time. He was taking me in with his eyes. I was so desperate for him. I only came here once a year so I wasn't here a lot.

He reaches behind my back and unzips my dress. He brushes it off my shoulders and let's it fall from my body to the floor. His eyes are quick to travel my whole body. He licks his lips. I just keep my eyes on his face.

I was completely captivated by him. He's not normally like this. He normally is on me as if he's desperate and sex starved. But the way he was touching me. The way his eyes were on my body. It felt different. His eyes come back up to meet mine.

"You are so beautiful." My heart was racing under his hand which was on my chest still. He rubs circles on my hip. He made me feel nervous for the first time ever. It felt like there were butterflies in my stomach trying to fight their way out.

"Sir..." I choke out. He leans up to my ear.

"I want you to scream my name tonight." I didn't even know his name.

"And what is that?" I mumble.

"In-ho." He says before placing kisses on my jaw down to my neck.

"In-ho..." I let out a breathy moan with a smile. He kisses back up my neck and connects our lips. He pulls his coat off as we make out. He sucks my bottom lip in between his teeth and I arch my back off the wall. I feel the cool leather of his glove wrap around my neck, squeezing at just the right spots.

"All mine." He mutters against my lips. My hands work their way up to the buttons on his shirt. "Who do you belong to?" He grips my neck tighter and I whimper softly.

"You..." I gasp.

"Say my name." He growls.

"In-ho." He chuckles at his name leaving my lips. I work to unbutton his shirt. His lips kept brushing over mine. My tongue flicks his lips in attempt to get him to put them back on mine. His eyes look down at my half open lips. Pulls my lips against his by my neck. Once his shirt was undone I pull it up from his pants since the bottom was tucked in. My hands roam along his chest.

He pulls me back from the wall and tosses me onto the bed. I gasp and watch him. He gets down and gets my heels off for me. He kisses up from my ankle to my knee and repeats on the other leg. I watch his every move. He slowly stands back up. He pulls his gloves off and sets them on the surface of the vanity. He strips off his shirts. I stare at his exposed upper half. He was beautiful as always. But something about him today made me look at him different. I unbuckles his belt. I sit up on the bed and reach out, grabbing his hands.

"Let me please." I pull him towards me by his pants and pull his belt out. I toss it to the side of the room. I undo the button on his pants slowly. He had a large bulge in his pants that was aching to get out. I place soft kisses on the bulge through his pants. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth in pleasure. I unzip his pants and push them down his legs with his boxers he wore underneath. His hard on was now in my face. I take it in my hands and jerk him a bit. I lick slowly up the shaft an swirl my tongue around the tip, licking up his precum.

"Mmm. So good." I moan as I stare up at him. "I love your dick so much." I praise. He looks down at me seeming slightly embarrassed by my comment. I take the tip into my mouth and suck on it while moaning. His groan he lets out in response was beautiful. It sent electricity to my core.

"You know you never told me your name." He was stroking my hair. I pull off and lick my lips.

"Y/n." I answer, my voice came off as innocent. But in my mind I was imagining all the things this man would do to me tonight.

"Perfect name for a perfect girl." He runs his fingers through my hair. "Now sit at the edge of the bed." He commands and I am quick to follow his directions. He bends down in front of me. He hooks his fingers over the sides of my panties and pulls them down in one swift motion.

He moves his fingers to stroke my dripping cunt. I let out little whimpers as he covers his fingers in my wetness. He pulls them away and sucks it all off. His moan informs me that he likes what he tastes. He pulls my body against his and picks me up causing me to instinctively wrap my legs around him. He lays me up on the pillows and hovers above me.

"I want to make you feel so good." He whispers to me.

"Please." I nod. He rubs his tip on my clit before lining up and pushing swiftly into me. Our gasps are in sync as my walls wrap around him.

"God I love this pussy of yours." He mutters before locking his lips to my neck. He begins to take long deep strokes in and out as he reaches down and rubs my clit with one hand.

"In-ho..." I wrap my arms around his neck.

"That's right. Who makes you feel good?" He licks up my neck slowly and adjusts his angles while fucking me until he hits the right spot.

"In-ho!" I moan and arch my back up as he finds that spot. And as soon as he does he's abusing it by slamming into it with every thrust. His free hand that wasn't on my clit goes up to my hair and grips it. He pulls my head back, exposing my neck further to him. He kisses, sucks and licks at every spot he can on my neck.

"My beautiful girl." He groans against my skin.

"Keep fucking me like that! Please In-ho!" I beg. And instead of doing as I ask he slows down. He stops rubbing my clit and I feel his smirk against my neck. "Oh god." I groan trying to push my hips forward to get some of that friction back.

"What's wrong?" He chuckles.

"I need to cum. I need you to cum in me." I cry in need of him.

"But what fun would it be to just let you finish like that?" He pulls from my neck and looks at me. He pulls out and turns me over. He puts me on my hands and knees but then pushes my face into the pillows. He quickly shoves his cock back into me and fucks me roughly as he reaches with his hand not in my hair to cup my breast. He gently pinches my nipple in his fingers and plays with it.

"Fuck..." My eyes roll back in my head.

"I love how your pretty little pussy takes my cock. And you love every second of it don't you my beautiful slut?" He growls.

"Yes!" I moan in response.

"You love when I wreck your pussy huh?"

"Fuck... Yes!" I grip onto the sheets as his dick slips in and out over and over again. He lets my breast go and runs his hand along my back and to my ass. He lifts his hand before bringing it down and smacking my ass. My legs start to shake from this.

"Such a good little slut. All exposed and weak for my cock." He chuckles as he groans. I could feel the orgasm building up.

"Please. Please let me cum!" I beg as I cry from how much pleasure he was causing me.

"Say my name!" He moans.

"In-ho!" I scream out as I release onto his dick. He groans and moans as he slams into me one last time before spilling over into me, filling my pussy with his cum. I was breathing heavily. He slowly pulls out causing a soft moan to release from my lips. He turns me on my back and lays down next to me. I look at him as he pulls my body to his. He wipes my face from the makeup that ran down my cheeks as best as he could. He kisses my tenderly before laying back with me on his chest. His hand caresses my arm as we just lay and cuddle. He kisses my head.

"I love you." He whispers into my hair. I look up at him with wide eyes. He loved me? We hooked up a couple times each time I came up here and he loves me? I mean I think I love him too but I'm shocked.

"I love you too." I smile. He returns the smile. Such a beautiful smile.

(So it kinda turned a little less love making like as I wrote it and more kinky because my writing just took over but I hope you still like it ❤️)

[sinhasaheart]

This is a collab I did with @elba-stardo. The writing is by me and the art (amazing 😍😍😍) is by him. Totally check out his blog :)

It's because Hal doesn't want to be here, at a stuffy party with stuffy people, that he's dressed all up in the most obnoxious thing. He's getting a few looks but that's fine with him as he ruffles his hair with one hand.

On the other side of the room, a small commotion catches Hal's eye. It's a tall elegant figure who looks to be Korugarian snapping at some human.

"Get your hands off me," Sinestro is snarling as he shoves the human away. While this disguise causes more trouble than he expected, it is nothing he cannot handle. The true issue is how his feet are aching from the ridiculous shoes Earthling women are required to wear.

Now the grabby human has been dealt with, Sinestro returns to scanning the room, searching for one being in particular. His breath catches.

In a room of mostly humans, Hal outshines the rest. Sinestro cannot look away, his skin tingling, utterly taken in by Hal's image so far from the usual and yet gloriously fitting. It's difficult to think, to consider anything other than staring.

One human steps in between them, blocking the vision and Sinestro is immediately annoyed. He hurries to step around and trips, stumbling over the ridiculous high heels.

Solid arms wrap around Sinestro, catching him before he falls and he has the warm embrace of Hal Jordan wrapped around him.

"What are you doing, Thaal?" Hal murmurs, and the soft low tone of his voice is affecting Sinestro too. It seeps into his skin and makes a home there so he's driven to want to hear more because it's safe and familiar, comforts him without reason.

Utterly distracted, Sinestro has difficulty forming words. "Admiring you," he finally says, and then he's desperate to know more of Hal, to speak with him. "How did you know it was I?"

"Well..." Hal sets Sinestro in his lady form disguise back a few steps so they're no longer clinging to each other. "No one else looks at me like you do."

The glow of yellow eyes is exactly the same, even framed as they are by impossibly more delicate features. There's glittering jewelry fixed in Sinestro's ears, matching his elegant and gorgeous dress, and he really is a stunning view, as always.

"A mistake to not," Sinestro responds but now he has to look away, concerned he is giving too much power to Hal as he frowns.

It makes Hal laugh a little, seeing Sinestro's familiar expressions etched into the disguise. "You're allowed to look at me," Hal says. He moves in, has to stand on tip toes to reach Sinestro's ear. "I like it."

The hot breath on Sinestro's neck amuses him and he does look at Hal. All over again, he's captivated, stunned, and Hal's approval has him in a grip. It's powerful.

"What's with the -" Hal indicates vaguely to the whole of Sinestro's lady disguise, curious what the Korugarian is up to this time.

Sinestro straightens his back, the high heels extending his height so he is even taller than Hal. "Humans are weak minded. They would never expect me to appear like this and I had no wish to lower myself to their level by truly disguising my features."

"Mhmm," Hal hums, scanning his gaze up and down. "They're great features." He can't help it, the passion burning, he needs to touch Sinestro, be touched by him.

When Hal stretches up again, this time after Sinestro's lips, Sinestro gently redirects him. "I cannot look at you when you kiss me."

With the matter of fact way it's stated, Hal has to laugh again, into Sinestro's neck where his lips have ended up. "Have at it," he shrugs, smiling. "Should I do a twirl?"

In answer, Sinestro grasps Hal's hand and spins him in a smooth twirl. They end up close together, Hal wrapped in Sinestro's arms with his back to Sinestro's front. People are watching them and Hal takes notice. He frowns. Sinestro is all his.

Almost like some kind of mind reader, Sinestro murmurs in Hal's ear, absent the usual brushing of a mustache, "Darling, all eyes ought to belong to you. I would rip them out of their sockets and fill a crater for you to bathe in."

Before Hal can reply, someone is shouting his name across the party. "Hal! I've been looking everywhere for you! Have you really just been here with some alien chick?"

Like a scene from Hal's worst nightmare, Carol is storming towards him, looking ruffled and annoyed. Hal tries to pull away from Sinestro but Sinestro holds him firmly, refusing to allow him to pretend something else is going on.

Nevertheless, Hal persists with excuses. "It's not what you think," he tries to reason with Carol.

"Liar," Sinestro interrupts. Just to nail in his point, he licks up Hal's cheek, eyes on Carol the whole time. Looking upset, Carol storms off again.

Annoyed, Hal finally succeeds in shoving Sinestro off of him and he furiously wipes at the trail of saliva on his cheek. "You didn't have to do that!" he argues with Sinestro.

Irritation flickers over Sinestro's feminised features. "She does not own you," he tells Hal. "Or do you seek to own me?" Anger growing, he allows his disguise to fade, leaving him once more in blazing yellow and black, visible as himself once more.

As people scream and run away, Hal stands defiant, even when Sinestro grabs him by the neck. "I am not yours to control," Sinestro snarls.

In a flash of green, Hal is responding, a magnificent burst of will energy that knocks Sinestro back. From there, it quickly devolves into an all out battle with people evacuating and the room getting smashed up.

When Hal wins, he throws Sinestro into the irreparably cracked floor and kicks at him. "Stay down!"

There is nothing Sinestro can do to counter Hal but growl, furious, on the ground at Hal's feet. Smooth marble is against his cheek, and he's tired and frustrated that it all fell apart so quickly.

In Hal's mind, he's having a similar sensation of frustration. "Why do you have to ruin everything? It was going well."

At once, Sinestro is defiant, lifting his head. "Did you think to tame me as you would an Earthling?" he accuses. He grips into the broken up ground. "All I wanted was to see you without interruption."

The fight drains from Sinestro and he drops his forehead to the ground. Even when he intends for peace, he cannot maintain it.

Sympathy and compassion well up in Hal and he forgets all about Sinestro upsetting Carol. He can't remember why he was fighting Sinestro when it all seems very pointless. So he kneels at Sinestro's side and wraps arms around him again.

At first, Sinestro is tense, still sore and drained from their fight, but he has to relax after a mere few seconds, cannot resist it. With half closed eyes, he rests his head on Hal's shoulder.

"I liked seeing you," Hal says, running his fingers through Sinestro's hair which is back to its usual style. "Would've been fun to hang out." He doesn't get a reply.

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Lori's Favorite Fics #5

So... My search for interesting one-shots hasn't been as successful as I expected. It has a lot to do with the fact that Tumblr search engine sucks, but I'm also picky. I'll easily give up on reading a story if it doesn’t captivate me. Yet, I can’t just stick to reading fanworks of my rarepairs. I'll try to branch out and look more options in the future.

Anyway, here are my favorite fics so far:

Desire & Decorum

Bright | Prince Hamid x Reader: As I said before, being a Hamid stan in the land of "OMG the white stuck-up male LI 🙄" isn't easy. So, yes, I get awfully giddy when I find an author who writes Hamid for the wonderful character he is. Which is why I was over the moon to read this lovely piece @lxncelot​ wrote for September challenge (Thank you @missameliep​ for the fic rec ❤️). The subtlety of Regency Era flirting, the honesty in his words, his wholesome persona inviting reader/MC to dance in the rain. I love everything about it.

Mother Of The Year

Picnic Perfect | Levi Schuler x MC, daughter: Am I starting to get addicted to Levi, MC and daughter fluff? Yes, I am! But do I have any other choice but to be a melt when @storyofmychoices​ writes these three having a picnic and singing with such passion? I don't think so. I love how the playful side of Levi appears eventually and how they do everything to see Lily (daughter) smile.

My First Two Loves

The B-Side | Ava Lawrence x MC {implied} (tw: depression): @zoey-wades​ didn't mince with words with this piece. In this well written work, Ava goes for a jog, but as she tries to remind herself of her inner strength, she falls down. Memories, mixed feelings and self-deprecating thoughts creep into her mind as she lies on the floor. It's heartbreaking to read it, but so worth it.

Warmly Cooled Up | Ava Lawrence x MC: After the angst in the previous fic, @wlwplaychoices​ wrote happy one to warm your heart. This super fluffy fic is about Emma (MC) feeling cold after having ice cream and hugs Ava for warmth. It’s just wonderful when Emma slowly finds herself falling in love with her best friend. They get cuter at every sentence and it's lovely to see Ava and Emma actually enjoying each other’s company for a change.

Open Heart

A Piece Of Her Mind | Ethan Ramsey, MC: Behold the only Ethan Ramsey fic that matters to me 😁 Tired of the Pescossauro shitshow, my dear friend @thequeenchoices​​ wrote this fix-it fic as a way to deal with all the scenes that imply Ethan and MC are together, regardless of choosing another LI. This Rafael stan who abandoned the series ages ago absolutely approves it.

Perfect | Rafael Aveiro x MC: More fluff written by @lxncelot​! 😍 Is it even possible not to love Rafael being the awesome and support boyfriend he is taking a very tired reader/MC to bed? Like one of my fellow Raf stans said once, if you don't, you're just heartless 😆

The Royal Romance/Rules Of Engagement

Unfortunate Accident | Leo Rys x F!OC: In canon, you might have seen Leo interacting with the Royal Heir as if she was made of porcelain. But on @xxrainbow-princessxx​ 's wonderful AU, Leo is a father of twins with Isabella (F!OC) in their own kingdom and he takes of his lovely daughters to watch a football match (that's soccer for you, US citizens). Despite the harmless fun and super adorable moments of Natalia (F!OC) with her father, Liam, Drake and his son Jackson, the princess gets injured. And as expected, the fierce mom/queen Isabella has a lot to say about the incident.

Next week, prepare yourselves for all dirty fics of Kinktober 😏

[fullmetalgirl98]

Day 6~Your anime crush

Souji Okita (Hakuouki)

Very bastard question, this too. Of course I can't help but have a crush in practically every anime I've seen so far ... So even in this case, I’ll rely on some mysterious criterion to choose only one. Why did I choose Okita? Well ... guys. Come on, look at the picture ... Come on... By the time I looked at Hakuouki I was literally IN LOVE with this handsome hunk, who practically represents the prototype of "handsome but terrifying" man who has always fascinated me. Okita is a very, very particular character. First of all, for those unfamiliar with the anime, I’d like to say that all the characters are based on people that really existed and that made the history of Japan. Okita, in particular,  was the captain of the first unit of the Shinsengumi, during the late Shogunate period, and was one of its best swordsmen. This character impressed me greatly for various reasons. First of all, needless to say, he’s REALLY BEAUTIFUL 😍😍😍 But what most fascinated me was his personal background, a direct consequence of his personality: Okita was, it can be said, abandoned by everyone since he was a child and only Kondou managed to make a break into his heart, so much so that he became an idol for him. He always had to stand on his own legs, build armor against the injustices of others. And that's exactly what made him such a controversial and fascinating character, and even so "real", if we want to say. At first glance, Okita looks like a character with a broad sense of sarcasm and also very sadistic, most of the time. What intrigued me most in his character side was precisely this profound contradiction: although he’s basically a person of calm disposition, even if he tries to hide it most of the time with irony and rudeness, he’s actually truly ruthless on the battlefield and he seems almost rejoice in sowing death and destruction. He’s also a very calculating, cold and intelligent type, despite trying not to show it by masking behind a captivating or good-natured smile, who likes to keep important information for himself, just to see how the situation evolves. He would not hesitate to kill you, but he can do anything for those he cares about, even perpetrating a massacre if he deems it necessary. He a little scared me, I admit it ... but maybe it was this that made me lose my head for him ahaha 😂😂😂 As they say... masochism. I incredibly love how, this intrinsic malice of his, vanishes suddenly to give way to the admiration and sincere affection he feels towards Kondou. I find that this contradictory aspect makes him an incredibly particular character, with personality characteristics at the antipodes. Another side that made me fall in love with Okita was his attempt to hide weakness, when he realized he had fallen ill from tuberculosis. That was the moment when I saw his humanity and his sincere despair the most, when he realized he could have no longer continued to do what was most congenial to him ... fight. I felt a lot of compassion in seeing such an energetic character having to bow down to something as small and invisible as a bacterium. 30 day anime challenge