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rafebangme · 2 months ago

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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ rafe putting brat!lamb!reader in her place after she makes him leave golf for the millionth time

warnings: MDNI ! 18+ ! dom!rafe (duh), mean!rafe ? kinda, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of a vibrator, use of the nicknames 'baby' and 'rafey', multiple orgasms, overstimulation, language, basically zero plot just smut. wc: 2.1k

a/n: i swear i'll start writing more, i currently have like 5 other fics all either just started or halfway through writing but ill finish them and start posting moreeee also this is my longest fic as of rn and its entirely smut lmfao

you always got your way, and today was no different. rafe and you had been at the country club all day and the instant you got bored of watching your boyfriend and his friends play golf, you whined until rafe obliged and you hopped in his mercedes to head home.

you sat in his car with your arms crossed, the wind whipped your white mini skirt and hair every which way but you ignored it. you were waiting for rafe to apologise for subjecting you to such boredom.

but he wasn't having it either. you always had to stop a game of golf just as it was getting good, but he never disobeyed you, he loved you. he also loved drinking beer and playing golf with his friends though, so today he had enough.

he sat there in the driver's seat, firm expression on his face as he drove the two of you back to his condo, one of his gloved hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

you glanced at the veins bulging out of his forearm as he vigurously steered the car but reminded yourself that he didn't deserve anything fun tonight for putting you through another several hour golf session with no one and nothing to entertain you.

as soon as rafe pulled up to his condo he hopped out and slammed his door shut. you could tell he was really angry now too, but what did he have to be mad for? you were out there for hours upon hours before you'd even began to tell him you wanted to leave.

he rounded the car to the passenger's side and swung the door open. "inside, now." he said gruffly, not even looking at you. his head turned towards the front door. you narrowed your eyes at him, arms still crossed as you sat there, irritated.

"get out of the fucking car brat" he calmly, but sternly said. your jaw weakened and you opened your mouth, only to snap it shut again when he looked at you with his piercing gaze.

you grabbed your little purse and stepped out of the car, stepping out of the way before rafe also slammed your door shut. he didn't bother to wait for you, just stalked into his place leaving you to trudge across the gravel driveway in your kitten heels after him.

you were still irked, for sure, but now rafe was angry. the two of you always made the impression that you had him at your knees, you'd say something and he would listen without question. topper and kelce often laughed at him, calling him 'pussy whipped' and he'd roll his eyes, telling them if they had pussy as good they'd be the same way. he never had a bad word to say about you.

however, behind closed doors... specifically his bedroom door, he was in charge. he could tell you to drop to your knees as he fucked with his belt and you'd have your eyes wide and tongue ready. as soon as the two of you were in his house, you turned into whatever he wanted you to be, tonight was no different.

you closed the front door behind you and turned around to find rafe standing there with his arms crossed, same stern look still on his face. you tilted your head down, attempting to give him the puppydog eyes so he wouldn't be so mad, you hated upsetting him.

he walked over to the couch without a word and sat down, the fireplace crackled in front of him sending a spark of light to illuminate the living room a little more, all of the other lights were off. you took your shoes off and placed your bag down.

"come here." he said before deeply breathing in and out. you walked over to the living room and stood in front of him as he sat there, looking up at you with pursed lips. "yes rafey...?" you said quietly.

"sit" he curtly said, and you immediately obeyed, sitting right on his lap. you swallowed the lump in your throat slowly, looking into his mean blue eyes.

his gloved hand connected with your throat harshly, "you think you can just interrupt my golf games like that, every fuckin' time?" he breathed. you whimpered a little, not because he was scaring you in any way but simply because you could feel his bulge under you rising and he knew how his strong arm around your throat turned you on.

his grip softened a little so you could talk, "i just missed you rafey... i got bored-" you protested, your voice quiet. his other hand quickly grabbed at your hip, squeezing roughly even through the glove.

"you bitched 'nd whined n'front of my friends for the last time baby," he pulled your face closer to his until he was breathing at your neck and he lowered his voice, "you can't be doing that shit, hm?"

you nodded vigorously, one of your manicured hands now gently grabbing the hand that is connected to your throat.

"good" he smiled sinisterly, "but baby, m'gonna have to teach you a lesson yeah? i can't just let that shit slide."

"i'm sorry rafey..." you whimpered, his bulge was twitching right under your now soaked panties, the mini skirt left absolutely no fabric in between.

he pulled your face even closer so your lips were almost touching, "i know, you'll show me how sorry you are" he whispered with a grin before releasing your throat and moving your thigh so you were now straddling him. he swiped his fingers under your skirt against your wet pussy and scoffed with a grin, "fuuck, you wanna be punished don't you? you're already so wet and all i did was tell you off"

you looked away to the side brazenly, nearly rolling your eyes because you both knew that rafe knew exactly what he was doing.

"ay, what was that hmm?" he snapped, grabbing your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him. he adjusted himself underneath you like it was nothing, pushing his ranging boner into your wet cunt even more.

you squirmed a little at the feeling, "your hand on my throat? and we both know i can feel your dick..." you declared with a little sigh. one of his eyebrows raised slightly and he cocked his head to the side before ripping his gloves from his hands, all while holding your gaze on him.

"mmm, i know you like being punished," he reached his hand up to cup the side of your face gently, "and you love it when i punish you with my dick. so please baby, don't act all mad."

you nervously licked your lips, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter on top of him, you knew he could feel it too. it would be a miracle if there wasn't a huge wet patch on his pants where your pussy met his dick by now. his hands rested on your hips now, "good girl."

without a word he flipped you over onto your back with a grin, one hand holding you at your waist while the other was already pulling the wet fabric to the side and rubbing your slit slowly.

"rafe.." you said, breathless, you didn't think you could handle being teased for any longer now. he just grinned as he kept torturing your clit and began palming at your tits, your hips starting to buck while he kept going before finally plunging two fingers deep into your pussy.

you whined in pleasure as he pumped them in and out, his pace growing faster and faster while you just got increasingly wetter. he was getting painfully hard at the sweet sound your wet pussy was making as he fingered you. "ugh fuck, rafe please-" you moaned, all he did was smile in satisfaction at how he was making his girl feel.

he finally relented and pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, but then brought a tie from the floor and grabbed your wrists, tying them together above your head. "punishment's not done baby, i'm still angry with you..." he said lowly, looking at how wet he made you as you dripped down onto the leather couch.

he then reached for the floor again and brought out a vibrator with a smirk. your eyes went wide and you tried to sit up, but he just pushed you back down onto the couch again. "i just want your dick, please rafey" you begged but he just shook his head, still smiling as he switched it on and brought it down to your clit.

you immediately yelped at the sensation and couldn't help but become a moaning mess. rafe was having fun, stroking it up and down your wet folds as he torturously fucked you with a single finger, slowly.

"f-fuck you," you moaned, writhing against his finger and the vibrator, going through possibly your forth or fifth orgasm. rafe just continued to play with your pussy, now using his tongue on you which only made you lose your mind more. he was moving the vibrator across your nipples now, eating you out sloppily like a man starved.

"i hate you, oh god... rafe stop! please" you groaned, your entire body twitching. you had lost count of how many times this man had made you cum at this point, you'd actually lost all sense of thought. he just sat there, still simulating you.

a pornographic moan easily bounced off the walls and rafe grinned up at you proudly, pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain" you beg, tears pecking at your eyes from the overstimulation. rafe just shook his head, watching you cum on his fingers again, "what're you talkin' about baby? you can clearly keep going..."

"rafe! fuck- please just fuck me" you whined, your body tensing up, awaiting yet another orgasm when he finally tears the vibrator away from your swollen clit.

he scoffs at the sight of you, all fucked out and heaving, "okay." he unties your hands and pulls you to sit you up, you nearly go limp and fold over but he holds you up, cupping your face. you were stained with tears but he thought he'd never seen you look so sexy, in an instant his lips were connected with yours.

he was hungrily kissing you, finally pulling your bunched up clothes off of you and palming at every part of your body, just completely feeling you up which only made your pussy ache again. you pulled his shirt off of him and continued kissing him, now pushing his back down onto the couch as you devoured him under you.

his hands slid off of your body and onto his pants as he started pulling them off. now in his boxers you couldn't help but mischievously smile, straddling him as you continued to kiss him but rutting against his aching bulge. you thought he must be in so much pain, having been completely clothed and untouched for the entire duration of your punishment.

he groaned as you grinded against him and gripped at your hips so ferociously you knew you'd have bruises there in the morining, but you kept going. he parted from your lips and pulled his cock out of his boxers, the tip all red and swollen, leaking precum. you licked your lips as you measured his huge dick against your stomach, it very clearly going to the top of your belly button.

you wasted no time in lowering yourself onto him. the feeling of him slipping into your tight pussy nearly caused him to cum right there and then but he held back.

"holy fuck... holy fuck y/n." he breathed deep, furrowing his brows as he grunted with every minor move until he was entirely inside you to the hilt. you began rocking back and forth and his body was shaking from the amount of force it took to hold back cumming inside your tight pussy immediately.

you moaned as you moved, "so big, god, so so big."

"fuck- baby... ah shit, m'gonna cum-" he grunted, his grip on your hips tightening. you grinned mischievously as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to handle the pleasure. "cum inside me rafey" you whispered, leaning down in his ear. he immediately obeyed, thick hot ropes of cum filled your insides as you continued to rock back and forth. feeling his entire cock drained by your pussy made his head spin, he was moaning louder than he had before, breathing heavily.

you whined in pleasure as you rode him through your final orgasm as well, crumpling on top of him.

"good girl" he grinned, panting as he tucked stray hair behind your ear.

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sanakimohara · 2 months ago

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[ DIVE ] - L. F.

pairing: felix x fem reader (established relationship)

summary: post concert Felix taking his extra energy out on you.

playlist:

type: drabble/no real plot

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SMUT + ORAL + IMPLIED FREE USE + SOFT DOM FELIX

a/n: I had time and realized I haven't been writing much for Lix, so I had to fix that.

Felix, who adores it when you play with his hair while he fucks you -especially after he and the other members deliver another chaotically entertaining performance on their world tour.

Felix, who is drenched in water and sweat by the end of the night, finds you in his dressing room, watching you pick up messes and rearranging things even though you aren’t official staff, feeling the energy he hadn’t spent out while performing, going straight to his cock as he observes you for a moment.

Felix walks over to you like a magnet pulled in by gravity, cornering you with a tender smile, and you instantly return to the gentle expression. Nothing you can say distracts him; every question about the concert you have gets a short answer as his hands slide past the hem of your skirt, running along your warm and bare skin hidden underneath.

Felix, who isn't fazed that you neglected to wear panties, is ever so grateful, whispering short praises in your ear as he slides the skirt down your hips and watches it pool at your feet. You let him do what he pleases, more than happy to help him unwind, and despite trying to coerce a conversation out of him, you’re glad to be shut up with a pattern of sloppy kisses and muttered commands he knows you’ll follow in a heartbeat.

Felix hums softly and deeply in his chest when you tug at the silky strands. He feels proud of himself for making you feel good and wants you to pull his hair as often as you wish.

Felix, who ties his hair back when he needs to get a taste of you, is quick to drop to his knees and pry yours apart so his head rests between your thighs and his mouth finds your cunt all the easier.

Felix, who doesn’t care that you’re writhing mess in minutes, already dropping what you’re doing to gaze at him through softened eyes with a grateful smile on your lips.

Felix, who looks you dead in the eyes like a lovesick puppy when his tongue runs up and over your clit, warm and fixated on your every expression, the tender muscle explores your cunt inside and out until you’re shivering closer to a high.

Felix flashes you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen when he pulls away to push your legs up to your chest, soft hands holding them there by a grip on the back of your thighs as he dives straight back into eating you out.

Felix laughs softly at your hushed sighs and breathy moans filling the air, hoping whoever passes by the backstage dressing rooms can’t hear you over the lingering cheers of the crowd he just performed for, and he is glad you’ve grown out of being shy about them hearing you.

Felix, who always seems to need hydration on stage -constantly dousing himself in water when the chance arises- is now openly selfish with lapping up your arousal as it trickles out of you and onto his tongue.

Felix looks more than proud of himself, seeing your flushed and exhausted face disappear behind your hands as you try to regain composure. He plants chaste kisses on your inner thigh with a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.

“How are you not tired…?” you whine, refusing to admit that his obsession with dumping his post-concert energy on you wasn’t thrilling.

Felix clicks his tongue, feigning a thoughtful moment as he guides your legs to relax around his waist, smirking when you swallow a moan feeling his covered hard-on press into your bare cunt, “You know how to fix that for me. Don’t you, baby?…”

You nod slowly without a second thought, melting under his weight, returning the slow kiss he pressed to your lips as you traced your hands along his sweat-damp face to run through his tousled and drenched hair.

“Always…” you mutter against his mouth, smiling when he bites his lip satisfactorily at your answer.

a/n: fuck Donald Trump and double fuck everybody who voted for him. There I said my fucking peace…

other links: don't fucking ask…

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

You’re welcome. Bye. Credits to creator. 🖤

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why-are-you-still-awake · 7 months ago

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Jealousy with the Naruto boys

A/n: I’ve seen this done multiple times so here’s my take on it :)

Warning/content: nothing :)

characters: Sasuke, Gaara, Sai

Sasuke Uchiha

☆ Sasuke claims to not be a jealous person, “he’s above that” as he puts it, but something about seeing you laughing and smiling with someone else makes him feel weird, insecure? No couldn’t be…. He likes to think that he’s just being overprotective and he’s not jealous, he believes he’s too good to be jealous and let’s be real, he’s far too prideful to admit he’s a little insecure. ☆

☆ One time when you guys were out in the Konoha market place, some person came up to you and started a casual conversation, but to Sasuke it seemed like this person was getting a little too close for comfort. So to solve this, he came up behind you and placed his arm over your shoulder giving the person a “can I help you?” Look, let’s say they didn’t stick around much longer. ☆

☆ If you try and bring up his jealous behavior, he’ll deny it adamantly. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust other people. If we’re being honest here, he’s deeply afraid of losing you, to him you’re the only person he has left. So even when he’s being a jealous prick, it comes from a place of love even if he doesn’t outright express it. ☆

Gaara

☆ He wouldn’t consider himself a jealous person by any means, he love you and you love him. He has no reason to be insecure or jealous, but even the kazekage struggles to be reasonable sometimes, he’s only human after all. He wouldn’t be very upfront about his feelings, if you noticed jealous behavior then you’d have to bring it up because he won’t talk about it first. ☆

☆ One time you were waiting for a council meeting to be over and you were in meeting room with him, it was very boring like watching paint dry would’ve been more entertaining. You soon notice a younger council member staring at you trying to get your attention and smiling at you, you politely smile back but then Gaara catches on to the silent interaction. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer while clearing his throat and continuing speaking. ☆

☆ If you ultimately decide to confront him about his momentary jealous behavior, he won’t deny it but will probably be very embarrassed he was caught doing something like that even if you reassure him that you’re not upset and may even find his jealous protectiveness attractive…..☆

☆ He didn’t know anything really about relationships do to growing up in Root, so you and to guide him and explain things basically. Some might’ve found It tiring but you found it endearing to an extent. He had never experienced jealousy before until he saw you talking to someone else who seemed to be pretty funny because you couldn’t stop laughing, he had a weird feeling in his chest and it made him feel *strange* he didn’t understand.☆

☆ He decided to try and get to the bottom of this weird feeling in his chest, so he decided to just outright tell you how he was feeling, you were kinda surprised, but after breaking through the momentary freeze and explained it to him. He was surprised, he never thought he’d be jealous, he trusted you, he knew you’d never do anything to hurt him. ☆

☆ There’s no really confronting him about jealous behavior because he’s very honest about how he’s feeling, he definitely forgets appropriate time and place sometimes when he says something, he’s unintentionally a good communicator because of how honest he is and won’t beat around the bush with how he feels. He loves you and wants you to know. ☆

A/n: I’ve never written for Sai before, so sorry if his part sucks. Thanks for reading, love u <3

Do not repost

Edit: thank you all who heart or reblogged or in someway interacted with this post, it means so much <33

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tokoyamisstuff · 5 months ago

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Delicate

Homelander x F! Reader

Summary: You and Homelander have been official for a while now, but you have yet to understand why things never went beyond a certain line.

Warnings: slight angst, slight manhandling, somnophilia, masturbation, explicit smut, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex

A/N: not proofread as always bc I cringe at my own writing. take it or leave it

Homelander had never learned how to be gentle.

Of course he knew how to touch someone without breaking them if necessary, but there's limits to his self-restraint. Especially when it came to the intimate kind of encounter.

This sadistic side of his was an expression of his desperate need for control, an inability to truly let himself fall and be vulnerable with another person.

For decades his mantra was that normal humans only exist for supes' - and mostly his - entertainment. Your weakness was his thrill, the sheer difference in power so ridiculously high that you might as well be filthy bugs - and Homelander was like a cruel child with a magnifying glass.

Usually his mates were supes themselves and even they could barely handle his violent urges, but you are a mere human. So fragile and precious that it terrified him at times.

What if he loses control in the heat of the moment? What if he breaks you? Or even worse: What if you see him for the monster he really is and run away like everyone eventually does?

A while ago Homelander heard the story about Ice Princess' fling, some Vought employee nobody. She accidentally froze his penis off during climax. Hilarious, honestly. The first time he heard this story he had a very good laugh, and he still can't look that guy in the eye without cackling when he passes him in the hallways.

But now, being romantically involved with one of those weaklings himself, the possibility of something similar happening to you made his stomach turn...

...but of course, as Homelander always does, he chose to ignore the problem at hand instead of addressing it.

Why bother with an unpleasant conversation if he can just prolong this innocent, chaste bond for as long as possible? He'd rather have you like this than unnecessarily putting you into harm's way.

You on the other hand slowly but steadily grew impatient with your boyfriend.

At first you thought he was merely being chivalrous, but it's been three months and still nothing. He's famous, so you had involuntarily learned about his past affairs - and he's definetly not old-fashioned.

Then why is he hesitating so much?

Most of the time you don't dare talking about what's bothering you, simply because any issue of yours seemed so insignificant compared to the horrible things John's been through.

Admittedly, he once literally lasered a guy's head into mush just for throwing a can to his son's head. So while his reactions can be a bit unpredictable, John cares so deeply about the few people he loves that you want to spare him any more trouble.

Unhealthy way of handling things, admittedly.

Last week you had planned it all out: What you could only describe as the perfect date was supposed to continue in his apartment, and you could literally see all blood flow from his brain to nether regions as you entered the bedroom in finest lingerie.

Anyways, you had initiated several times up until now, and initially he'd always go along with it. However as soon as your make-out-sessions turn more heated, he'd abruptly end them and practically storm off.

Everything went so well at first, with you straddling his waist and tentatively grinding against his lap. His hands moved against his will as his resolve crumbled, finding the curves of your body and relishing in the feeling of your exposed skin under his gloves. His jaw clenched as he fought the urge to go all out, fearing dangerous consequences.

A proper dosage of pain can function as aphrodisiac, at least in your opinion. So you didn't tell him to stop, in fact your senses were too clouded by desire to even notice the way his fingers dug into the cushion of your hips.

Yet there was just the tiniest microexpression, just the fraction of a second where your heart sped up and your face contorted in pain...

...and Homelander, shocked with himself, threw you so frantically off of his lap, you landed face firsr on the floor instead of the bed.

Against all reasoning, you laughed hysterically at his not-so-subtle rejection, and god knows you'll tease him about it until forever. But also, understandably, on the inside you were as hurt and confused as never before.

Doesn't make it any better that your boyfriend had been avoiding you like you were the goddamn pest ever since.

Just like today, when Homelander comes home to you way past midnight, double checking with his x-ray-vision whether you were already fast asleep.

John was aware that this topic has been tormenting you for a while now, and while he never intended to hurt you - quite the opposite, really - he also clung to this pleasant illusion he had created with you.

Lucky at cards, unlucky in love, or so they say.

The course of his life had convinced him that all remotely good things happening to him will be taken away again. A farce prepared by destiny itself just to mock him, maybe evening out the scales since he had been blessed with too much power.

On days as shitty as this one however, nothing compares to having someone to come home to - even when he made sure that you weren't awake to confront him. He tosses his boots aside, grateful for you to be a sound sleeper as they fell to the floor with a loud thump.

Your boyfriend's heart sinks as he pulls up the blanket, being greeted by a handprint-shaped bruise on the side of your hip. Seems like it still hurts too much to sleep on that side. His fingertips run over the dark purple-ish mark, a pained groan escaping your throat when he gives in to the temptation to squeeze your ass.

He really is the worst.

Homelander freezes until he's certain you continue sleeping undisturbed, the sound of his own heart hammering against his chest drowning out all other noise. His palm is still lingering on your body, running up and down your sides and earning relieved sighs in return.

Before you'd feel his excitement too much, he manages to tear his body away from you, his erection twitching painfully as he rolled onto his back.

John really had pure intentions when he embraced you from behind, simply wanting to distract himself and fall asleep while cradling you in his arms - yet instead his already hard cock buries itself neatly between your thighs, the friction making him utter vile things.

Damn it Y/N, why the fuck do you always sleep in underwear only?! Is it to taunt him or to test his limits? Because it's working.

A breathy moan escapes his lips as he spread his legs wide, cock already leaking precum when he ran his thumb across the slid. He grabs it fiercely, pumping hard to make quick work of it, while roaming every inch of your skin he can get his other free hand on.

"Need some help with that?"

Shit.

ShitshitshitshitSHIT!

Seems like he was a little too busy with getting off - so much that even his heightened senses didn't catch you waking up to this scene. Your boyfriend had a habit of sleeping naked, so right now there was none of what he did left to the imagination.

"Heyyy sweetheart..." John tried to put on his trusty showman attitude, an awkward grin stretched across his face while trying to cover himself with the next best pillow. "Sorry babe, didn't wanna wake you up. Just go back to slee-"

"And miss out on the show?" you chuckle half-sleepily and he wants to die. He's done worse things in his life, way worse to be precize - so why is he fucking shy nowy just because you caught him? "Aww, you're blushing." He contemplates lasering your lips together to make you shut up.

"C'mon, John, I know you're holding back for some reason, but we don't have to go all out." Shuffling closer to your boyfriend, you give him those damn doe-eyes he can never say no to. "And I'd love to lend you a hand, if you know what I mean."

John instinctively closes his eyes as your face moves closer, lips eagerly awaiting yours...

...but just when you were about to touch him, he takes a hold of your wrist. "Y/N, I-" he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. "Just- just let me go to the bathroom, okay?"

You frown. Worse, the humiliation makes tears dwell in your eyes. Pushing your partner is wrong, but without context you really start doubting yourself here.

Suddenly the stench of fear was lingering in the air, and your heart starts racing like a hummingbird. Trying to calm yourself was a fruitless attempt in front of a man that could perceive almost anything, even your pathetic strangled sobs.

So he was right: You're afraid and maybe even disgusted by his behavior, and just offered yourself to placate him.

Maybe he should just snap your neck to escape the inevitable heartbreak.

"A-Are you cheating on me?"

"Huh?" That question caught him off guard. He was prepared to hear anything, seriously all kinds of insults or accusations, but that? "Are you dense? Why the fuck would I cheat on you?"

And that's when it dawns on him: You are scared - but not of him.

To your defense, he did have a reputation of not being able to keep it in his pants. Maeve had remarked that fact more than once so you wouldn't forget. And him constantly being swarmed by the prettiest celebrities didn't do any good to your self-esteem either.

You're scared of him leaving you.

"Then what is it?" you sniveled, shrinking into yourself as you hugged your own legs. Seeing you like this and knowing he's responsible was somehow even worse than his earlier apprehensions. "You always react as if you got burned whenever we touch. Did I do something wrong, or- or am I not attractive enough?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" John scoffs in an almost irritated tone, unable to refrain from rolling his eyes. Comforting people didn't really come easy to him, even if he hated himself for not being able to let the shielding facade drop just this once. "You're gorgeous and you know that! C'mon, you women are always causing arguments out of thin air. Stop making this about yourself, would y-"

Seeing your glossy eyes turn into a glare at his ramblings made him shut up immediately, but the damage has already been done. "You know what, I'll-" For a while, you sit on the edge of the bed thinking and with every passing second of silence, Homelander's anxiety skyrockets. "I think it's better if I sleep at my own place for a while."

That's exactly what he's talking about, damn it! The line between control and insanity is a thin thread, and he is not willing to take any chances - when it comes to you at least.

"No!" he almost screams at you, jumping up from the bed and pointing a warning finger at you. "You're not going fucking anywhere!" When he sees your wary expression John's eyes soften, instantly regretting his outburst.

Why does he always fuck up? Why can he never seem to keep what makes him happy? Why can't he be what you need?

Homelander buries his face in his hands, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself just like you taught him. "Look, I-" He reluctantly put his hands on each of your shoulders and when you don't flinch away, he starts rubbing circles on your back. You always do it for him when he's upset, so he figures maybe it can help you too. "Please...I'll tell you the truth, okay? Just...don't leave."

You turn around to face him, nodding mutely as he wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Seeing you cry was gutwrenching, moreso when he was the reason. "I..." he helplessly gestures around, wishing there was a script to this like he was usually provided. "I tend to become...rough."

"So?" The initial hurt now turned into confusion, suspicion even about whether he was telling the truth. You defendingly cross your arms, like a barrier so you wouldn't falter before you got answers.

"I'm not made out of glass." Compared to his strenght, you might as well be. "And I can talk. If you become too wild I'll let you know."

Stubborn as always. But he loved that about you, too. "It's not that easy, Y/N." His head falls in defeat and exasperation. John's about to cry himself, and he hates you seeing him anything less than perfect. "I'll hurt you, and then you'll hate me. Or worse..."

Consciously ignoring the worse part, you cup both sides of his face, making him look up to meet your eyes. "John..."

You straddle his waist again, feeling relief now that you finally understood. Peppering kisses across his face and neck you whisper "I was so, so worried you had grown tired of me..."

"Never." Homelander wasn't someone to apologize often, let alone sincerely. The times he did ever since leaving the lab he can count on one hand.

But despite him being...well, him, John knows best what it's like to be plaqued by insecurities. He hugs you tight enough to make you feel the sincerity of his words. "I only wanted to protect you. I never wanted to make you feel this way."

"Next time talk to me from the start, okay?" You smile softly as he aggrees, and he doubts to be deserving of all your sympathy.

Your hands never leave his body, featherlight touch reassuringly calming his nerves. And yet together with the fact that the only thing currently separating your bodies was your thin panty, it was no wonder that his body reacted the way it did.

A moan disrups your conversation when his cock stiffens again, and you can't help but buck your hips against him in response. Your panties were already soaking anyway, due to the friction and his dirty little deed earlier.

The scent of your lust wipe all negative emotions from your boyfriend's mind, replacing them with something else.

"I want you, John" you breathe against his ear and he whines. "We could just take it slowly..."

"I don't know how" he admits, and you smile at his reluctant aggreement. Gently being shoved down on his back again, it feels like he melts beneathe your fingertips. "Then I'll teach you."

Goosebumps rise on his skin as your fingertips ghost over his body, and you lean over for a longdue kiss, so tender and affectionate John thinks he will fall apart.

Homelander's groan gets swallowed by your lips as you pull your panties aside, slick folds now grinding against his cock. Your name falls from his lips in meek whimpers and you refuse to believe this wonderful man could ever harm you.

"Let me take care of you." Shit, how do you always know exactly what to say?

Raking your hands through your hair as you sit up, air gets stuck in Homelander's throat at the sight, making him choke.

You look fucking magnificent.

Hell, he'd pay an artist to paint you like this so he could look at it forever. If only it didn't require another person seeing you naked...

"You know, I thought it was just my imagination..." A mischievous smile plays on your lips now that you think of it. "But my panties have been disappearing a lot lately."

Your boyfriend didn't respond anything else but a whimmer, shame washing over him at being caught. Not that he was really subtle to begin with.

"Speak up" you tease, giving his shaft a soft squeeze and he instinctively thrusts into your hand like a dog in heat. "Did you use them to get yourself off to your fantasies, huh? Naughty boy." His cock twitches in your palm at the words. "From now on, I want you to come to me for release. Always."

"I trust you" you add as doubt is clearly written on his face, voice firm and as unwavering as your loving eyes, driving tears into his own. You lower yourself on his cock, savouring the feeling of being filled out like this. "Mhh...you feel so good inside of me. Will you behave, John?"

"Y-Yes..." was all he managed to wring out, since it takes every ounce of strenght inside of him to not cum to your sweet affirmations right away. John clutches the bedframe so hard that it crumbles under his grip, but to his surprise you don't wince at the sound - quite the opposite, it shot a wave of heat right through your core.

"John...look at me." You guide his hands away from his eyes to cup your breasts instead, looking at him like he's the best fucking thing in the world. The intensity of your gaze causes him to shiver, makes him wanna hide.

Yes, this is too good to be true.

Whatever you see in him right now he will taint with his own hands given time.

And yet he can't stop anymore, now that he's aware of the depht your love helds for him.

You read him like a damn book, noticing his internal struggle so you silence the voices in his head with a passionate kiss. "So good for me, John" you cheer him on, moving your hips at a low pace.

Tension finally leaves his body and he dives his tongue into your mouth, groaning deeply as he moves his body alongside yours. His touch was careful yet bruising, sending pleasant tingles down your spine.

"I love you, John" you cry out as your foreheads touch, eyes never leaving his. "I love you so damn much!"

That declaration was enough to drive him over the edge.

Homelander pulls you as close as close as humanly possible when he stills momentarily, jackknive-like thrusts chasing after his high. The sounds he made as you got filled up bordered on obscene, as did the amount of cum spilling out of you.

"Shit" he speaks breathlessly against your skin, covering a bitemark he had just caused with kisses. "M'sorry..."

And yet he wasn't willing to let go off of you just yet, this amazing orgasm unable to ward off the embarassment of his poor performance.

"Never apologize for having a good time, silly" you chuckle, brushing your nose against his. "I'm flattered, if anything."

John never knew that sex could be so...satisfying, more than just physically. Filled with carefree laughter instead of expectations.

After all, he was conditioned to never wanna disappoint.

"Nah-a-ah." You yelped as he spun you around effortlessly, now him being the one howering over you, bearing his canines like a starved predator. "I refuse to let my goddess go unworshipped."

"John...I'm okay, really. Sex between lovers is not just about that..." And yet when he opens your legs, you don't resist.

He bets you taste just as fucking good as you smell, feisty little thing. Driving him crazy all those weeks. Do you have any idea how hard it was to endure this sweet torture for your sake?!

A shiver runs down your spine when he licks his lips at the sight of your leaking entrance, taking a deep inhale. There's a hunger in his eyes that no sane person could ever comprehend - but you indulged in it, craved in his twisted kind of love.

Heh, you were a goddamn freak just like him all along, isn't that right?

Homelander takes his time kissing a path down to your navel, admiring the marks he left on your body he was now able to see as the lovebites they are. He briefly looks up to assure himself of your consent, an answering smile all he needs to continue.

"Myyyy tuuuurn" he chants so cheerful, you almost thought he had put on his formal persona.

A relieving finger finally has mercy and slides into your already overstimulated sex, making you arch your back when he curls it inside. Pleads and curses falling from your lips as he enters a second one and then another, and you desperately try to move yourself deeper onto him.

"Attagirl!" Seems like his confidence has returned, at least judging by that damn smug smile his tone indicated. The frustrated pout you wore right now was so adorable, he decided to end your misery and bury his head between your legs as well.

You were still fucking yourself on his fingers while he relished the taste of himself on your pussy, before enveloping your clit with his tongue. "That's my fucking girl right there" he mouths as he ate you out, pumping his fingers keenly on your weak spot he so easily found. "Come on, I want to hear you."

When you came it felt like you were ascending to the afterlife, screaming his name at the top of your lungs before collapsing into the sheets.

Your legs had long since gave out but John put them over his shoulders, humping the mattress while his tongue still ran over your nerve endings, shooting jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your system.

"Oopsie" he coos, a predatory glint in his eyes as he crawled on top of you again, his kiss giving you a taste of your own spent. "Made me hard again."

You eyes flutter open after the last bit of your climax had ebbed out, exhausted yet invitingly batting your lashes as your limbs entangled once again.

"Seems like I found the Homelander's weakness."

#the boys #homelander #homelander / reader #homelander x reader #john gillman #self insert #fanfiction #writing

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Caught in the Act

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/N, had finally managed to carve out a quiet evening for themselves. The Hargreeves mansion was unusually calm, with Five's siblings occupied elsewhere. They took full advantage of the rare tranquility, lying on the sofa, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm light, creating the perfect setting for some much-needed intimacy. Five and Y/N were deeply engrossed in a passionate kiss when they heard the unmistakable creak of the front door.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her breathless voice barely a whisper. "Do you think anyone will bother us?"

Five, equally breathless, smirked. "In this house? It’s a fifty-fifty chance."

Just as he leaned in for another kiss, the living room door swung open, revealing Klaus in all his flamboyant glory. He was mid-story, talking animatedly to himself, and didn’t notice the couple on the sofa at first.

"...and then I told the guy, 'You can’t just...' Oh, hello there!" Klaus's eyes widened as he took in the scene. "Well, look what we have here."

Five groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N, trying to suppress her laughter, looked up at Klaus with a mock-serious expression. "Klaus, ever heard of knocking?"

Klaus sauntered over, plopping himself down on the armchair opposite them. "Knocking? In this house? That’s a new one. So, what’s going on here? Some private time?"

Five sighed, straightening up. "Klaus, we were kind of in the middle of something."

Klaus grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I can see that. Don’t let me interrupt. Carry on, by all means."

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. "You’re impossible, Klaus."

Klaus leaned back, crossing his legs. "So, how’s married life treating you two lovebirds?"

Five shot him a look. "It was treating us just fine until you barged in."

Klaus gasped dramatically. "Oh, come on, Five. I’m just here for the entertainment. Besides, it’s not every day I catch you being all...romantic."

Y/N smirked, playing along. "You know, Klaus, we could always use a watchdog. Make sure we’re following all the proper protocols."

Klaus’s eyes lit up. "Now, that’s an idea! I could give you pointers. Maybe some mood music?"

Five rolled his eyes, pulling Y/N closer. "Or you could find somewhere else to be."

Klaus feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted. But don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of me tonight!"

With an exaggerated wink, Klaus stood up and made a grand exit, humming a tune as he left the room.

Once the door closed behind him, Y/N burst out laughing. "I swear, your brother has the worst timing."

Five chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You get used to it. Sort of."

They settled back into their comfortable embrace, the brief interruption only adding to the amusement of their evening. As they resumed their kissing, Five couldn’t help but mutter against Y/N’s lips, "Next time, we lock the door."

Y/N smiled, her fingers gently tracing his jawline. "Agreed. But I have to admit, life with you and your siblings is never boring."

Five grinned, pulling her even closer. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Their laughter filled the room, mixing with the crackling of the fire, creating a perfect moment of warmth and love. Despite the interruptions and the chaos that came with being a Hargreeves, Five knew that these moments with Y/N made it all worthwhile.

#five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #number five imagine #number five x reader #the umbrella academy #number five #number five one shot

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inadaydream99 · 13 days ago

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Skz Tropes

Stray Kids ot8 x reader, very very fluffy

A/N - This proved a lot more challenging for me to write than I initially thought, but I think it’s turned out ok!

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. If I’ve missed anything, please let me know!

Chan

Childhood friends to lovers

Falling for your childhood best friend had not been something you’d planned. But here you are, head in your hands, as the weight of realisation bares down on you like a ton of bricks. You’d been in denial for so long that it wasn’t until innocent Chan had excitedly babbled to you about being asked out on a date by a colleague of his that your deeply repressed feelings for him came racing to the surface.

It’s been a few days and you haven’t been able to untangle your muddled feelings into something understandable or rational. Trying to convince yourself that you’ve simply mistaken how you feel about him is not easy in the slightest. You’ve even gone as far as blaming your ego, that it’s not because you’re in love with Chan, but because you simply don’t like the idea of him choosing someone over you. That you don’t want to become second best.

However, all those ways of interpreting your feelings become useless when the day of his date arrives…

You blame Jeongin for inviting you over to their place because you can never say no to your sweet Innie. It’s all his fault. It’s his fault you have to witness Chan sprinting around their place as he gets ready. It’s his fault you feel so sick with nerves that you’re unable to eat any of the snacks he’d so thoughtfully bought for you. And it’s most certainly his fault that - for lack of anyone else being around in Chan’s final moment of panic - that Jeongin had disappeared right when he’d needed last minute advice on how to style his hair.

“Just run your fingers through it - fluff it up a little.” You try to fight the overwhelming mix of nausea and nervousness that slowly raises from your stomach.

“Like this?” Oblivious Chan runs his fingers through his hair bashfully, only making more of a mess.

You guess his lacking ability to take instruction helps you settle though, finding yourself laughing at how clueless he has become.

“Please help me…” he begins to sulk, signalling for you to just take over and tidy the mess he’d created atop his head. And how can you say no?

With trepidation, you step closer to him. Fingers a little shaky as they timidly thread through the first few strands of hair with caution. You lean onto your tippy-toes to reach the hair further back. But, as silent seconds tick by, you find yourself relaxing into the task. With each wisp of hair being neatly placed, your breathing becomes pliant and your racing heart resettles.

“There…” you softly utter while giving one last examine of your work. “Perfect.”

Lowering yourself back to flat feet, you force a smile to your quiet friend. But, being your clumsy self, you wobble mid-way as you make eye contact, almost toppling over from his intense stare.

“I got you-” Chan breathes, catching your waist in his warm palms before steadying you into his chest. With your head right above his heart, the steady thump-thump and the way his hands continue to hold you so securely make you feel as though you could drift off to sleep. If only you could get the guilt of being in his arms when he’s not yours out of your head.

“I sho- you should” you break away from him, stepping back with your head hanging low. You fear meeting his eyes in case of giving yourself away. Until his finger tucks under your chin and coerces you to.

Your breath hitches in your throat from the unexpected proximity, noses almost brushing.

“We should.” Chan stares at you deeply, the corner of his mouth perking upon seeing your brows furrow and your head tilt just the slightest in confusion. So many questions spring into your mind, mouth slightly agape as you struggle to find the right one to ask first.

But it seems Chan knows exactly how to settle them all.

“There was never a colleague. There’s only ever been you baby girl.”

Minho

Best friends brother

You’ve had a crush on your best friends brother for as long as you can remember. But, when Minho left for college, you swore to yourself that you’d get over him. It broke your heart enough to know that he would no longer be there every time you visited your friend. You also knew that he’d be having the time of his life at college, meeting lots of people that are way more attractive than you… you made a promise to yourself that you’d move on from your silly little crush.

But then he returned home for the summer and your feelings came flooding back ten fold. He’d matured a lot in the time he’d been away. Your weak little heart couldn’t resist him.

Everything seemed to fall back into the way things always used to be. You’d spend your time secretly admiring Minho while you hung out with his sister, blushing any time he’d catch you staring from across the room. That caught-you-staring smirk of his had a way of simultaneously embarrassing and melting you, shyly looking away from him for barely a second before you found yourself looking back. He never failed to make your heart skip a beat from the adrenaline rush of finding him still watching you, his grin growing wider from meeting your eyes again so soon.

These small interactions repeated themselves for the rest of the week until Minho finally had enough. He’d thought it was adorable how you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of him. He gets it, he’s the mature older brother who’s off limits. It makes him desirable because you can’t just admit to his little sister how you so very clearly feel.

But what if he made the first move? It would probably make things far easier for you and he could take the blame if his sister got mad.

It felt slightly bazar for him to think of it this way. It’s not like you’d caught his interests before. Not that Minho hasn’t ever found you cute. He’s just never looked at you the way he has since he’s been back home. His time away at college had really changed you, you’d grown out of your childish charm and into an adult.

“You know, I’ve seen you almost every day since I’ve been back and yet we’ve barely talked.” You’re met with Minho’s sheepish smirk as you let his statement sink in. “Why is that?”

“Maybe because I’ve been studying for finals?” You tilt your head, raising a brow at him. “Like you were last year.” He chuckles, catching on to your teasing. It seems senior year had really bought you out of your shell.

You take a small step back when Minho moves closer, eyes narrowing onto you like he’s inspecting. “Studying. Staring. You’ve been very busy.” And finally he laughs. You scoff away the flustered feelings that begin to raise from his accusations, wishing you’d been better at disciplining yourself to keep your eyes off of Minho and on your notes instead.

“Disagree all you want pretty.” His hands find their way to your waist, making your breath hitch. “You find me just as alluring as I find you.”

Changbin

Cute neighbour

It sucks having a neighbour like Changbin because every time you encounter him, you somehow make yourself look like an idiot. He’s just too nice and handsome and cute, it melts your brain. The last thing you wanted was to develop a crush on a guy in your building but here you are. Crushing hard. And he’s your neighbour. So every time you interact with him, you’re usually in some disorganised state - running late to somewhere or returning home after a long and busy day - it’s embarrassing.

You’d just managed to lug your heavy grocery bags up five floors because the elevator happened to be out of service on the very same day your cupboards were bare. Out of breath, you placed one your of heavy bags on the floor to one-handedly fish out your keys from your pocket and begin trying to unlock your door. It’s more difficult than you anticipated it to be and after a few unsuccessful attempts at turning the key, you begin to whine like a child.

That is until you hear a voice offer their help and you freeze. Before you know it, your apartment door is swinging open and the heavy bag you’d still been holding has been taken from your hands. You watch Changbin carrying both grocery bags with ease into your apartment, before he places them down and turns to you with that smirk of his. “Are you coming in or…”

From that day onwards, things began to shift between you and Changbin in ways that left you giddy yet completely unsure of where you stood. It started with small, casual interactions—friendly waves when you passed in the hallway, his cheeky grin popping up most mornings when you stepped out of your flat. But soon, those small moments grew into something more.

He always seemed to be there when you needed him, like when the strap of your bag snapped in the middle of the stairwell, and he fixed it with a hair tie he somehow had on hand. Or when your phone fell from your hand while you were juggling too many things, and he caught it mid-air with a smug, “You really need to slow down.”

One evening, after a particularly stressful day at work, you trudged home only to find Changbin sitting on the floor of the hallway outside your door, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when he saw you and grinned.

“Lost your key again?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he replied, standing and stretching. “Thought I’d make sure you got home safe. You’ve been looking exhausted lately.”

Your heart fluttered at his concern but you weren’t at the stage of letting him know that yet, so instead you settle for light sarcasm. “I look tired huh? Aren’t you sweet?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughed, stepping aside to let you unlock your door.

One evening - a few days later - you were sitting on your living room floor, sorting through a pile of old photos and papers, when a knock at the door interrupted you. Without thinking, you called out, “Come in!” assuming it was Changbin. And of course, it was.

He stepped inside, hands in his pockets, and gave you a curious look. “What’s all this?”

“Just… a clear-out,” you said, gesturing vaguely at the mess. “Thought it was about time I sorted my life out.”

He smirked, crouching down beside you. “Good luck with that.”

Before you knew it, he was rifling through the pile, holding up embarrassing photos and making you laugh so hard your stomach hurt. Somewhere between teasing you about a particularly tragic haircut and helping you create a “keep” and “bin” pile, the atmosphere shifted.

“You know,” he said, leaning back on his hands, “I don’t really spend time like this with anyone else.”

You paused, your heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, turning to look at you, “I like being around you. A lot.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the warmth in his eyes melting every bit of doubt you’d ever had about how he felt.

“I like being around you too,” you admitted softly.

His grin widened, and without another word, he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The touch was so gentle, it sent shivers down your spine. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and kissed you—a kiss so warm and soft, it left you dizzy.

Maybe having a neighbour like Changbin wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, it was quickly becoming your favourite thing.

Hyunjin

Forbidden love

Why is it that you always want the one thing you can’t have? What is it that makes it so alluring? These are questions that have circled Hyunjin’s mind of as long as he can remember. Is it the thrill of sneaking around without getting caught, or the fact that it makes him feel like he’s living a double life of sorts? Maybe it’s knowing that his family would never approve. In fact, he’s pretty sure it is all off those things and more.

Being with you makes Hyunjin’s already incredibly privileged life complete. It doesn’t matter to him that you don’t come from money like he does, or that you didn’t grow up surrounded by the filthy rich and famous. It makes him like you even more. You’re different, down to Earth. You are able to show him a new perspective to life, one without all the chauvinistic, ungrateful, money-hungry crowds he’s used to.

Hyunjin wants for nothing when you are around. You fill his heart up with so much love and make him a million times happier than any of the so-called suitable matches his parents have tried to force upon him ever could.

Which is why he’s decided to run away.

When a servant of his parent’s caught Hyunjin sneaking you into their palace-like mansion, they’d instantly forbid you to go near their precious heir again. And Hyunjin was to be matched with someone of their choice, with more riches than you could ever dream of. His parents couldn’t care less about their only son’s desires for true love. In their eyes, accumulating more power is what he’s good for.

Hyunjin can’t stand the thought of being without you and so, in the early hours of the dreaded match day, he flees to you. Arriving on your doorstep with the sun barely rising in the horizon, Hyunjin doesn’t care how bitterly cold he is. The endearing confusion on your rosy face warms him up as though his heart has been set on fire.

“You’re crazy.” Hyunjin can see your frown from where you pour him a warm cup of tea near the stove. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you for a second since he arrived. And, if he’s being completely honest, he’s a little dissatisfied with your lack of excitement to see him. After all, he knows you love him just as much. You’ve told him countless times before how besotted you are with him.

“Crazy for you, my love.” He shivers under the blanket you wrapped him in. A trembling smirk trying to keep still so as to not ruin his attempts to butter you up to his idea.

But how can you agree to such a thing as running away and starting a new life? You won’t deny how there’s nothing more you want than to do exactly that with him. But not under these circumstances. Not knowing he’s left his parents without so much as a goodbye. Let alone knowing he is safe.

“Baby.” You grab his hands, leaning into him. “You know I love you more than there are stars in the sky…” his expression brightens “…but we can’t run away from our problems.” then falls, the burning flames from the fire casting his ethereal features in a honey-orange glow. Your palm raises to cup his cheek. “If we’re to be together then we have to stand up for ourselves.”

Hyunjin nods. He knows you’re right, he just wanted to push that reality so far away so neither of you would have to face it. Knowing that you are telling him to fight for what he wants makes him feel differently about it though. He knows that his parents will be furious with his desires. But he doesn’t care. He’s not afraid of them anymore. And he knows that he needs to go back to face them.

But for now he just wants to be with you, pulling you into his arms as tightly as he can, until your face is smooshed against his chest. You both cuddle in silence, only the crackling of the fire filling the space around you. And with a final kiss to the crown of your head, you both drift into sleep knowing that your love is stronger than anything this world can throw at you.

Jisung

Fated/ Literally falling for each other

To be fated with someone can seem like such a daunting thing. You’d always found the prospect of being predestined as someone’s one and only to be petrifying. But that was before you met him.

Fate was what bought Jisung into your life. How could it not have been? Never had you clicked with someone so seamlessly. It was like everything had been slowly aligning to make that one perfect meeting of two lonely, anxious lovers.

You’d chosen the wrong shoes to wear on your way to work, not realising before that the temperature outside was so cold everything had become covered in ice. The soles of your feet were smooth, providing no grip on the slippery concrete as you tried to manoeuvre along the sidewalk while dodging passers. And everything was going as uneventfully as possible, until you lost your footing and began falling backwards.

You braced yourself for the impending thud against the ground, your eyes screwed shut as though that would make the hit less painful. Except, it never came… Instead, you felt strong arms secure around you as your weight crashed into a surface that was sturdy but not solid like like the ground.

“Woah, you ok there?” A man. That’s what you’d fallen into. You’d opened your eyes just as you were helped back onto your feet, taking in your saviour. And suddenly you’d forgotten your own name.

Jisung’s eyes had shone brightly, worriedly, into yours in search of an answer. But you had been rendered speechless by him - your hero - and the genuine concern for your wellbeing, even though you didn’t know each other mere seconds before.

From that moment onwards, life had liked to cause you issues and disruptions, and fate had it that you’d end up being led back to Jisung each time.

Like that one time a few months after your initial meeting when your bus had been cancelled and so you’d ended up walking to work. It was early Spring and you’d been too distracted by the blossom emerging on the trees to notice that you were at a crossing and needed to stop. Just as you were about to step out into oncoming traffic a hand had grabbed your arm and pulled you to safety. And when you’d turned to thank your saviour, you’d been met with those familiar eyes and their warmth.

The third time fate bought you together - because apparently neither of you could take a hint that you were meant to be together - was actually when Jisung was running late for a blind date.

He’s arrived at the restaurant so late his date had apparently left. Feeling terrible and embarrassingly out of breath from all his rushing about, he’d approached the bar and ordered a drink, simultaneously elbowing the one at his side all over the counter and you.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” He’d panicked, reaching over the bar to grab some paper towels. You’d giggled, watching as he clumsily mopped your drink up, letting him know it’s ok in an attempt to settle his nerves.

“So…” you’d been speaking to Jisung for a while before it dawned on you to ask what he was doing here alone. “… are you waiting for someone?” He nervously gulped, guilt filling his expression.

“I was meant to be on a blind date, but I was running so late they obviously left…” it’s clear he’s ashamed of himself. Jisung can’t believe he’d stood someone up like that, he felt terrible. But your amused laughter made him chuckle along nonetheless - albeit mostly in confusion.

“That’s funny, I was meant to be on a blind date too.”

It’s not until you notice the way Jisung is frozen in place that it dawns on you what he must be thinking. And after verification that you were set up by the same friend, there’s no denying. You are each other’s blind date.

From that moment onwards, your relationship had flourished. I mean, it was a great joke to begin your relationship with. You’d continued your date well into the early hours, laughing and getting to know one another with ease. It was like you’d know each other for way longer than just one night - which you somehow had without realising.

And as you recounted your previous - although brief - meetings together, you realised that you were meant to be. You guess fate really doesn’t give up that easily.

Felix

College crush/ popular student x invisible student

Becoming friends with Felix happened so naturally and developing a crush on him happened just as much so. You knew from the first encounter that he was going to be a part of your life. From the way his eyes shone with glee, his smile wide and scrunching up his freckled cheeks. He was like a ray on sunshine on a miserable day; warm, inviting and a missing presence when not around.

You’d shared many classes with him over your first few years. Always sitting, going over notes and working on assignments together, which had only enabled for you to fall for him deeper and deeper. The more you got to know him, to see little quirks of his personality, the more you loved him. Yes, love. You’ll admit it to yourself because - despite never being in love with anyone before - you are sure that is what it feels like.

There’s just one huge problem… Felix is the most popular guy on your campus, he’d never see you in the same way. In fact, it’s a miracle that he even sees you as a friend.

You’d describe yourself as pretty invisible to most people. Although, it’s somewhat intentional on your part - you just prefer to keep yourself to yourself, having been burnt by past friends before. But with Felix, it was easy to let your guard down. Despite him being known by practically everyone, he never let it go to his head. His kindness and empathy extends to everyone, regardless of if they’re trying to be invisible or not.

As you sit in the quiet corner of the library, your laptop and books spread out haphazardly in front of you, you can’t help but glance up at Felix as he speaks. He’s perched across from you, his face animated as he delves into some intricate lore from a recent series he’s been obsessed with. It’s hard to focus on his words when the sight of him is so… distracting. His golden hair catches the soft overhead light, his freckles standing out like constellations, and his enthusiasm is so genuine it makes your heart ache.

Felix is, without a doubt, the most handsome guy on campus. Everywhere he goes, people try their best to grab his attention so they can greet him, stop him for a chat, or even flirt with him. It’s like he’s a magnet, drawing everyone in with his sunshine-like warmth. And yet, somehow, in the middle of all that attention, he’s chosen to spend time with you.

Being invisible has its perks—no drama, no pressure, no risk of getting hurt. But with Felix, it’s different. He sees you, really sees you, in a way that no one else ever has. And that’s what makes it so hard to keep your feelings for him in check.

“You’re quiet today,” Felix says suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. His deep, warm voice is filled with curiosity as he tilts his head to study you. “Am I boring you?”

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head quickly. “No! Not at all. I just… you’re really passionate about this stuff. It’s nice to see.”

His lips curve into that signature smile of his—the one that sends your heart racing every time. “You’re just saying that to be polite,” he teases lightly, leaning forward on his elbows. “But I’ll take it.”

You chuckle softly, but the sound feels hollow. It’s hard to relax when he’s looking at you like that, his amber-brown eyes filled with warmth. It’s moments like these that make it impossible to forget how out of place you feel next to him. You’re the shy, quiet one who fades into the background, while he’s the golden boy who lights up every room he walks into. What could he possibly see in you?

“Seriously, though,” Felix says after a moment, his voice softer now. “You’ve been really quiet today. Is something on your mind?”

You hesitate, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your notebook. He always asks questions like this, as if he genuinely cares—and you know he does, which only makes it harder. “I’m fine,” you say eventually, forcing a small smile. “Just tired, I think.”

Felix doesn’t look convinced. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he continues to study you. “You’re always saying that,” he says, a hint of a pout on his lips. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

Your chest tightens at the sincerity in his voice. You want to believe him—you do—but the idea of opening up, of admitting how you really feel, terrifies you. “I know,” you murmur, lowering your gaze. “But I promise, I’m fine.”

He sighs but doesn’t press further. Instead, he reaches out and gives your hand a gentle tap, his touch sending a jolt through you. “Alright,” he says, his smile returning. “But I’m here if you change your mind.”

The conversation shifts after that, and you’re grateful for it. But as the two of you pack up your things and leave the library together, you can’t help but feel the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you.

As you step outside, the cool evening air nipping at your skin, Felix glances over at you. “It’s freezing,” he says, his brow furrowing. Without hesitation, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. “Here. You need it more than I do.”

Your cheeks heat up at the gesture, and you clutch the jacket tightly around you. “You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I did,” he replies easily, his smile as bright as ever. “What kind of friend would I be if I let you freeze?”

The word friend twists in your chest, but you force a small smile and thank him softly. He falls into step beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets as the two of you make your way across campus. The walk is quiet at first, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound, but Felix breaks the silence. “Hey,” he says suddenly, his tone almost casual, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in his expression. “Do you fancy grabbing a coffee tomorrow?”

You blink at him, startled. “Just us?”

“Yeah,” he says, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. His voice lowers slightly, and his steps falter as if he’s hesitating. “We’re always doing study sessions, but… I thought it might be nice to hang out properly. No stress of assignments, just a bit of time to relax. What do you think?”

Your heart pounds, and for a moment, you’re certain he can hear it. The idea of spending time with him—just the two of you, outside of your usual routine—feels too good to be true.

“I’d like that,” you say softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the warmth spreading through you.

Felix’s smile brightens, and there’s something in his expression—relief, maybe, or something softer—that makes your breath catch. “Brilliant,” he says, his tone light again. “I’ll text you the details later, yeah?”

You nod, clutching his jacket closer as a breeze sweeps past. The scent of him—fresh and warm—lingers in the fabric, and you can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips.

As Felix walks you to your building, his voice filling the quiet night with a story about something funny that happened at soccer practice, you feel a flicker of something you haven’t let yourself believe in before: hope. Maybe, just maybe, you’re not the only one who feels like this.

Seungmin

Enemies to lovers/ grumpy sunshine couple

I actually ended up posting this on its own because I got carried away…

Read here!

Jeongin

Brothers best friend

For as long as you’ve known Jeongin, he’s always been your twin brother’s friend. Until he went on vacation for the entire summer and came back different. He’d clearly had a growth spurt, his shoulders had broadened and his face had become more defined. He’d adopted a mature style and became more serious about his passions, choosing to spend extra time in the gym instead of playing video games with your brother. He’d really caught your eye. Amazed at how much he’d changed in such a short time.

Sharing the same classes as your brother and his friends had always been a nuisance for as long as you have been at school. That was until you developed a huge crush on one of them. Suddenly, you didn’t mind having your brother and his friends around, so long as Jeongin was there like he always was. It gave you the most perfect opportunities to spend time with him and get close, forming your own little friendship together right under your brother’s nose.

Soon enough, Jeongin was coming to your house to see you. The first time being a bit confusing when you answered the front door to see him when your brother was not at home. But, after some explaining about how Jeongin wanted to hang out with you instead and felt it was probably best to do it while your brother wasn’t around, you let him in. And over the years since you always continued to keep your little friendship.

The only problem is it’s your final summer before heading off to college. Your final summer before you have to say goodbye to your Jeongin. Well, not really your Jeongin. You’ve never been able to get out of the friend zone, always too afraid of his feelings not being reciprocated. But your heart wishes he was yours.

From afar, Jeongin watches as you give the iced americano you’ve made for him a stir with a contented smile on your face. The morning light that streams through the kitchen window frames your face perfectly, highlighting the light dusting of freckles across your cheeks so they glimmer like little stars. He’s never been more breath-taken by you than in this moment, and Jeongin is sure he’s breath-taken by you every time you’re around.

“Thanks.” He smiles, accepting the drink from you, his dimples deepening as you lock eyes.

You’re not sure what it is, but there seems to be something hanging in the air around you. It’s been there ever since he arrived at your family home the night before, lingering when you snuggled into him on the sofa as you watched a movie, and still clinging on this morning as you have both slowly gotten ready for the day. You just can’t put your finger on what it could be…

“So… (Y/N)…” your full attention is on Jeongin as he slowly begins. “Do you have any plans for this evening?” He looks nervous, unable to hold his gaze as he finishes his question.

Your sigh makes his heart drop. There it is, the impending rejection. But you’re finally in the clear about that thing that’s been following you since yesterday and you can’t believe it took you so long to remember. Tomorrow Jeongin goes off to college.

You close of the few steps between you and Jeongin, tucking your finger under his chin so he has no choice but to look at you before his mind begins to swirl with too many worries. You can see it in his eyes as they pour into yours.

“I know tomorrow is going to be incredibly tough for both of us, but let’s just focus on right now, okay?”

There’s a gentle smile on your lips that draws Jeongins attention, only able to softly nod in acknowledgement of your words as his mind tries not to let him stare for too long. But then what you’d actually said sinks in - you’d misunderstood his intentions. He chuckles to himself, noticing your confusion to his sudden change.

You hadn’t rejected him like he thought you were going to, because you thought he meant about leaving tomorrow.

“I was actually asking you out, like on a date…”

The light “oh” that sounds from you does, however, reignite his fear of rejection. Which you pick up on right away.

“I’d love to!” You rush out urgently, grabbing onto his forearm in earnest. Peering up at him, you notice the small, but growing, smile that spreads across his lips. And you can’t help but to reciprocate.

There’s a moment of happy silence between you before he speaks.

“I don’t want to think about tomorrow. Right now, all I want is to be with you.”

#stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshots #stray kids x reader #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #skz oneshots #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #kpop oneshots #kpop scenarios

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angelofsmalldeaath · 8 months ago

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'cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me — a.h.b.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of food, mentions of diets, kinda suggestive, fluff (literally at this point what else do i write other than sickly sweet, domestic fluff)

for two weeks now he’s been on a diet so strict it’ll put a hollywood starlet to shame.

it’s necessary, he’s aware—he needs to be fit to perform on stage every night for hours, keep up his energy. he needs to entertain. he’s indulged enough in the last few months anyway.

which is why when the smell of chocolate and vanilla wafts out of the kitchen, his head turns. his eyes flutter shut of their own accord, his mouth floods with saliva.

fuck.

it really is a divine smell.

he imagines the silly little animals in cartoons, imagines their anthropomorphic feet lifting off the ground, the noses trailing the translucent vapours, leading them to the source of it. a giant batch of warm, homemade biscuits in this case.

he won’t fall for it though, he knows it’s not for him—it’s for the neighbour’s boy of all people, for his 10th birthday, apparently. still he can’t resist taking a peak.

when he stops at the threshold of their kitchen, he finds exactly what he predicted.

the kitchen is bathed in rainbows, sunlight filtering through all the sunlight stickers on the windows. the music isn’t deafeningly loud, but it’s loud enough that she barely hears him when he walks in. she’s too engrossed to even hear him snickering at her off-key singing.

“hello, you,” he smiles, hugging her from behind. she jumps a little at first but melts the moment his arms wrap around her. “this smells delicious.”

“so have one,” she shrugs. the tiny movement intensifies the sweet smell clinging to her—sugar and vanilla and chocolate. something that matches her so perfectly that he can’t resist sliding her hair aside to place a little kiss on her shoulder.

“you know i can’t, you cruel woman.” another kiss, longer than the last one. “i’ll have one, and one more, and one more, and, well…there might not be any left for the birthday party.”

she sighs deeply, pretending to be engrossed in thought, giggling when his kisses turn more frequent, lips moving from her shoulder to her back, to the nape of her neck.

“on second thought,” he breathes onto her skin, enjoying the way she shivers in response, “i could eat you, you're the sweetest thing in the world.”

“you called me cruel two seconds ago!”

“mmm yes, it is cruel how perfect you are now that you say it.”

“what’s gotten into you, huh?” she laughs, a touch too breathy to be teasing. he could decipher her laughs in his sleep—this one particularly. she’s enjoying it, she just won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

“pretty baby,” he nips at her earlobe, “i like watching you bake. you have this look on your face of utter concentration…tongue poking out and all.”

“do i? didn’t know you had such domestic fantasies about me.”

“oh i have a variety of fantasies about you.”

he knows she’s biting her lip without even looking at her. it’s in vain though—she’s never been able to stifle a smile, not around him. he prides himself on it too much.

“keep a few biscuits for us, will you?”

she turns partially, furrowing her brows. “thought you didn’t want any.”

he takes the opportunity, turns her around by the waist until she’s pressed flush against his chest, trapped between him and the kitchen island. he sees the small smudge of flour on her cheek then, even the smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lip from when she no doubt snuck a piece. or two.

“‘s not for me,” he clicks his tongue, bends till his nose is pressed to her cheek. “‘s so you could eat them, and kiss me after. it’ll make them sweeter that way.”

even with his eyes closed he feels her cheeks flushing, feels the thud of her heart when he kisses the chocolate smudge away, flicking his tongue over her lip in the process—something he simply can’t resist. then he brushes the flour away with his knuckles and tilts her chin up until she has no choice but to look at him.

“stop flirting with me,” she frowns deeply, trying to look all serious and jabs a finger in his chest. “i have a kitchen to clean.” and even that lacks any conviction. she’s enjoying far too much to put up any facade.

“unless—” he’s not even surprised by the perfect puppy eyes at this point “—you wanna clean it for me? you do love me, don’t you?”

and that’s definitely a trap he’s walked right in.

he laughs, rests his forehead on hers for a moment. “go sit down, i’ll take care of this.”

she pumps her fist in the air, not even trying to be the least bit subtle. and just like always, he’s fallen for it (for her really) hook, line and sinker.

#not fully based on work song because i kinda wanna use it for something else #so this one's based on just this one lyric #hozier x reader #andrew hozier byrne #hozier #andrew hozier byrne x reader #work song #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writblr #mdni #minors dni

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quitesins · 1 month ago

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Prince!Shouto x Writer/Artist!Reader

Masterlist

Sfw, Female!Reader, Fantasy Au, random thought that I just wanted out of my head, mind the typos! Dialogue under the cut!

You’re a writer/artist, gaining quick popularity across the kingdom due to the satirical works you put out, particularly the ones where you satirise The King.

Your pieces are doing numbers. Sung in pubs, tacked to every board in town, even shoved into the arms of royal guards who can’t do anything but stand at their post and take it.

And you’re beaming, practically swimming in money and praise. You let a bit of it get to your head, suddenly dismissive of any consequences that come with mocking the royal family. Especially with your foreign pen name, feeling safe signing the end of each work while cozied up in your little house hidden away in the forest… that is until you get a knock on the door and… it’s The Prince.

[Or Shouto, crown prince, can barely hold in his laugh every time his father calls a meeting to discuss the crudely drawn pictures of him being pasted around the city. And god the first time he heard one of your poems? Being read aloud in the formal voice of one of the guards? It wasn’t just Shouto who had to excuse himself from the table, but his mother too, trailing behind him with a soft smile on her face.

He makes sure the guards keep any of the flyers that make their way into the castle, citing it as “evidence,” crucial to the investigations. Really he just takes them to his room, gleefully pinning them up. Even taking comfort in them on particularly cruel training nights.

He’s never been malicious, but when it comes to his father, he can be quite testy. Petulant for good reason. Your drawings of his father, the harsh scribbles accompanied by wretched songs, somehow he feels seen. Like the awful hate in his heart is warm and somewhere appreciated.

Shouto also thinks the way you draw his father as just a massive rectangle with two deeply furrowed brows is really funny.]

“You know…” Shouto speaks, unintentionally solemn. You prepare to be scolded on instinct. “You’ve drawn my hair on the wrong side.”

In his hand he raises the crumpled remains of one of your works. Even with the paper having seen better days, it’s undeniably yours— with it’s infamous juts of ink, harsh lines and messy splashes of colour thrown across the page. In your handwriting, there’s a vulgar poem captioning the drawing. Implying the prince to be a bastard, with a women killing smile and a surprisingly impish attitude.

Your signature printed in bright red ink probably doesn’t help your case either.

“The scar is accurate howe—”

“Give me that.” You snatch the flyer from him, crumpling it into your hand and tightening around it.

Shouto doesn’t protest, seemingly entertained by your sudden shyness. The words of [Pen Name] have been always been so crass, he had never expected you to hold such embarrassment. He doesn’t want you to, but he finds it amusing all the same.

“Look.” You don’t like his smile, it’s too soft, earnest. “If you’re here to execute me just do it!” There’s a wobble in your voice when you speak. Not from genuine fear of death, instead you sound like a sulking child. “I can’t imagine the king would send his son for any other reason..”

“Shouto,” He prompts. “I’d like it if you called me Shouto.” In the blink of an eye, in front of you is another flyer. “See.” He points to the picture of him, his name written in massive letters underneath.

“How many do you have,” You groan, snatching the paper from him again. His little disappointed pout feels like a win, it must have been his last. “Then why are you here?”

Shouto stares as if he doesn’t quite know himself. His eyes glaze over you, your cluttered room and to where you fists have finally softened in their grip. Then, like a spark alights behind his eyes, he smiles, responding with blunt determination.

“To be your friend.”

I wishhh I had the brain power to write full fics coz this au is so fun to think about… maybe if the fantasising gets too big to stay in my head I’ll write drabbles of random nonchronological scenarios, or not!

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stonedcoldfoxtarot · 1 year ago

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What was your crush thinking & feeling the last time they saw you?

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

AoP, 7oP, Moon, AoW, KnoC, 59oC, 10oS, Devil, 8oS (AoC)

Pile 1, your crush feels like you're their missing puzzle piece. For several years, they’ve felt incomplete or that something was missing from their life until they met you. For some, they’ve felt this way from the moment they laid eyes on you. As cliche as it sounds, this person feels that from the moment you walked into their life it’s as if the clouds parted and an angel descended from heaven into their world. Their desire for you runs deep, Pile 1, but they may be hiding their feelings for now. They don't want to scare you away or give the impression that all they desire is a physical relationship. Nonetheless, every time they see you, it requires a great deal of self-control to refrain from expressing how they truly feel.

The last time your crush saw you, they thought about asking you out but they chickened out and missed their chance. For some, they felt that the timing or location wasn't right and didn't want to risk scaring you away. This person might have a deep fear of rejection or think that you're so attractive and out of their league that if they made a move, you would probably reject them harshly or laugh in their face. They genuinely have feelings for you, so each time they try to psych themselves up but end up getting nervous. You might notice them engaging in small talk with you or making small gestures of affection or appreciation as an attempt to get closer to you. The last time this individual saw you, it hit them hard - they realized that they are head over heels in love with you.

Channelled Song: Cherish the Day by Sade

Pile 2

7oS, 10oW, 8oW, AoC, 5oC, Judgement, 9oW, 2oW (8oS)

The last time your crush laid eyes on you, Pile 2, they had this crazy urge to throw caution to the wind and run away with you. You made them feel like taking a leap of faith, whether it's just for one night or for a lifetime together. At that moment, all their problems seemed insignificant compared to the possibility of being with you. Your crush probably has a lot on their plate and often daydreams about a different life—one where it's just the two of you without any distractions or interference from others. Maybe they're already in another relationship or simply not ready for commitment right now. But despite all that, when they saw you last time, they couldn't help but entertain the thought of confessing their love for you anyway.

The last time they saw you, despite being excited they also felt a lot of disappointment and sadness about having to push down their true emotions and use their better judgment when it comes to this connection. Deep down, this person knows that you're the one for them, but they’ve decided to stay guarded against those feelings for now. Maybe they're waiting for things in their life to clear up before making a move towards you. But right now, they're choosing to just appreciate you from afar.

Channelled Song: Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Pile 3

8oP, 7oP, Fool (rev), 2oC, HP, 6oW (rev), 5oC, 8oW (Hermit)

Pile 3, you and your crush could work together or you may have met while either one or both of you were on the clock. When your crush last saw you, they kept things professional despite wanting to open up and speak or act further. They may have felt that it would have been foolish or unwise at the time due to others overhearing and making assumptions about your connection.

Pile 3, your crush deeply desires to start a relationship with you but they feel they would have to keep things between you two secret for now. Not because they want to sneak around or hide you - quite the opposite! They are afraid that once people know you two are together, they will try to turn you both against each other or find ways to sabotage the connection. They don’t want anything to come between this connection, so for now when they see you, especially at work, they play it cool and pretend to be focused on the tasks at hand. Despite this, they are ready to move things forward and come together publicly as a couple once the time is right.

Channelled Song: When I’m in Your Arms by Cleo Sol

Pile 4

7oS, 9oC, 5oS, HM, 10oC, Devil, 3oS, AoW, Judgement, Fool, 2oW, 6oP (KnoC)

Pile 4, it seems like your crush has mixed and conflicting thoughts and emotions about you. For some, this could have been a past sneaky link connection or someone who was “off limits” to you in some way. For others, they may see being with you as something forbidden or taboo, which only intensifies their desire.

You're the person of their dreams, Pile 4, not just in looks but also in personality and intelligence. In their eyes, you're the whole package. The moment they last laid eyes on you, they felt a sudden ache of longing to be with you. Unfortunately, this person might be sacrificing their own happiness to please others or conform to their family's expectations. It's sad because this has led them to become almost obsessed with you and it's slowly breaking their heart that they're not making a move towards you.

When they saw you last, all they could think about was how much they desire you and how desperately they dream about running away with you and starting a life together. However, reality quickly brought them back down to earth and most likely all they could offer at that time was kind words, a smile or maybe even an invitation for a casual hangout. Your crush genuinely likes you but in order for things to progress between the two of you, they need to stop caring so much about what others think and start living life on their own terms.

Channelled Song: If It Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow

Thanks for reading🔮✨

#pac reading #pick a card #intuitive readings #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot #tarot reading #pac #love reading #crush pick a card #love pick a card #stonedcoldfoxtarot #Spotify

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kurishiri · 2 months ago

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15.5 . . . “ the memory engraved in my body ”

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— 🍷 his side story, chapter 15. this is the one you need to reach alfons bond level 22+ with in order to purchase.

— cw: alcohol consumption.

Alfons: And to see you deceived just like that——I see you don’t really hold that thing called ‘love’ for me.

Kate: ...!!

I chose words that would purposely hurt.

Just like that, her eyes wavered, teary.

Kate: I... I really, truly—!

Alfons: Loved me? ...Or what, did you mean to say love?

I asked, a mocking tone in my voice, and her palms, which had pushed against my chest, gripped tightly at my shirt, causing it to wrinkle.

It would be nice were she to throw away these feelings she had toward me on her own volition, but——

(Reality just isn’t so nice, after all.)

Kate: Just why... would you do such a thing...?

K: Why do you have to reject me so much... just over me saying ‘I love you’?

Tears fell from her cheeks as she spoke from above.

They were very much like stars falling from the night — so pure, and so beautiful.

(——So much so, it’s like the moment I touched her, I would end up getting burned.)

Kate: Not once did I say we had to be official.

K: All I wanted was to like you, and be by your side… and yet…

Alfons: …Because I find it a nuisance.

A: The fact you had fallen for me, and the fact you like me even now... all of it.

I used those sharp words to deeply pierce through her heart.

Such words seemed like such a sin toward her straightforward feelings,

and, compared to her words, which so resembled pure stars, mine were akin to shattered glass sinking down the gutters of a back alley.

Alfons: All this was meant to be was an entertainment that lasts but a month, and then letting it end the same way.

Kate left the room, and when I descended the crumbling staircase,

The friend with a wound on his eye was standing at the entrance to the hidden, dilapidated room.

Man with a wound over his eye: To think you suddenly came in with a memo saying ‘Stay at the pub until I call you. If you come then, your drink’s on me’——

Man with a wound over his eye: I was wondering what in the world was going on.

Alfons: Hehe... thank you for your cooperation on that matter.

Man with a wound over his eye: If getting perfumed and greeting a lady when she woke up was all it took for some free booze, anyone would do it.

Man with a wound over his eye: So it was to get that ‘little robin’ to give up on you?

Man with a wound over his eye: You always up and run away, fading right out, so if she could make you go to this length, well what a lady she must be.

Alfons: Indeed, you can tell me that again.

I could dodge her at every turn, push her away, but she would still put her energy into her love without so much as getting discouraged,

so left with no other choice I threw away what little of a good heart I had left to break her to pieces.

(Unable to deceive herself into thinking this wasn’t love, but instead all a misunderstanding...)

(What a poor, darling little miss robin.)

Man with a wound over his eye: If you wanted me to make love to her for real, though, I would be fine with that too.

Alfons: Now that won’t do. I’ll have you know despite all appearances, I happen to be a gentleman who despises hurting women.

Man with a wound over his eye: ...I doubt that.

Alfons: Do you now?

Man with a wound over his eye: How would I know. Well, I’ll leave the payment to you.

My friend didn’t bother to seek the truth, instead leaving the conversation like that and disappeared into the night city while laughing.

——This pub was open 24 hours, so it was lively regardless of time.

Exchanging greetings with several acquaintances and taking a seat, the bar master lifted his brow, as though exasperated.

Bar master: And here I thought you wouldn’t come back til the morning. You’re back early, aren’t you?

Alfons: I so dearly missed seeing your face, you see.

Bar master: I’m anything but happy being missed by an arsehole. Pay up for that friend of yours.

Alfons: Goodness, so cold.

While making small talk, from the back of my mind, I remembered her, who had been sitting next to me just a few hours before.

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Alfons...

K: ...I won’t put the blame on you or anything else anymore...

K: So please, make love to me.

—— End flashback ——

—— Flashback ——

Kate: Just how bloody cruel can you get...!!

K: I don’t understand, why would you lie to me like this!? Help me understand...

—— End flashback ——

She did not say, ‘Why did you do such a cruel thing’——but rather, ‘Why did you say such a lie?’

From the start, she had seen through my lie that another man had made love to her.

(...Just where did I slip up?)

(I stayed silent... could it be body temperature? Or the shape of my body? The movements? Or smell?)

At the very least——even if she couldn’t see with her eyes, she was able to confirm that it was indeed me.

All that to say, there was no doubt that the memory of me had been engraved in her body.

Bar master: That’s a pretty long face.

Alfons: That it is, could I ask for your consolations?

Bar master: Of course, this is a shop to share such things. For a price, that is. What’ll it be?

Alfons: Quite stingy now, aren’t we... well then, I’ll have a sherry perhaps. Any type is fine.

Bar master: A sherry? Not every day you get that.

Alfons: ...Is that so?

Indeed, I felt that I normally didn’t drink sherry.

That said, I sought out the intoxication from the liquor, so I wasn’t so caught up on the type it was.

Yet the name had slipped so easily out of my mouth, I tilted my head as I took the glass filled with a dark mahogany color liquor.

The moment I took in that mellow, sweet scent though, I remembered.

(Ahh... this was the liquor that she had drunk this afternoon, isn’t it.)

—— Flashback ——

Kate: I... don’t like it... when others touch you...

K: ...Whatever, I know I’m... just like a kid t’you...

—— End flashback ——

(...Considering she was downing this sweet sherry, I would say her taste is like that of a kid’s.)

When my lips met with her, who was still blindfolded, her tongue did indeed have the sweet taste of the sherry.

But, for a reason beyond me, I felt that the kiss I shared with her was far sweeter than the liquor I was drinking now.

Alfons: ...Master, could you see if the carriage at the back of the shop is still there?

Bar master: What? Don’t go ordering the bar master around like that.

Alfons: I’ll get your mooost expensive liquor. In a bottle.

Bar master: ...How many?

Alfons: How does ten sound?

The bar master clicked his tongue and flipped a middle finger at me before leaving the back to the alleyway and coming back the next moment and shaking his head.

Bar master: It’s not here anymore.

Alfons: Is that so, then that’s a relief.

Bar master: Is it the lady who drank with you that went on the carriage?

Alfons: You’re quite in the know, aren’t you?

Bar master: Sending her back alone in the wee hours of evening, some sexyman you are.

Alfons: That’s just how it is.

Bar master: ...If you care about her enough to prepare a carriage, the least you could do is send her off.

Alfons: ‘Care,’ huh... I suppose.

A: I didn’t want to put her in any physical danger,

A: but I did need to instill so much shock in her that she would want to forget it all... so it was all a necessary measure.

Bar master: Not so sure what you’re getting at there, but what I do get is that you’re one hell of a shitty bastard.

Alfons: Ahha! I would expect nothing less from you, master, knowing me to the tee.

It took time for memories to fade.

That went for the memory of me engraved in her body... and the memory of her in mine.

But time seemed to have a knack for passing like it was melting away, unexpectedly so.

If she was going to go back to her uneventful, warm everyday life from long ago, then even more so.

Alfons: ...It would be great if you could find a man who can heal the wounds of a lost love and become happy.

Before I knew it, the glass in my hand was empty.

The sweet flavor of the sherry lingered on my tongue, staying there without fading away for eternity.

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A safe pair of arms | Astarion x fem!Tav

Description: Astarion laying in Tav's arms where he feels safe and cared for, something he isn't used to. Cuddling, fluff, all that lovely stuff.

The moon rises high above the camp, providing a cool blue lighting to the chilly evening. Leaves rustle in the breeze, and soft snores from all over camp can be heard just above the light taps of rain. There is a soft sort of glow that emits from Astarion’s tent. It enters the night gently, peacefully. Inside, lie two souls. They are intertwined in one another, tangled too deeply to ever be unraveled without being destroyed.

Tav lays with a book in her hand and a vampire atop her. Astarion is curled up under her arm, his head on her chest, eyes closed. A sort of peace lingered over him with every slow breath he drew.

Astarion felt every one of her heartbeats, he let them sink into his body until they reached his own unmoving heart. He focused on her breathing, how her chest rose and fell with every few seconds that passed. He’d forgotten what a heartbeat sounded like before all this, he’d forgotten much over the last two centuries. Even what it felt like to be held.

Tav turns the page and sighs softly, contently, and Astarion wonders how someone could actually sit here, without any entertainment expected of him, and enjoy his company. “I’ve nearly finished this book already” Tav speaks, disappointment lacing her words.

“Oh, pity. I only just stole that one for you two nights ago” Astarion frowns.

Tav smiles, a laugh threatening to escape her. It was true. Astarion had handed it to her, a proud smirk plastered on his face. It just, reminded me of you, he had said.

Astarion shifts in her arms, and she places the book aside. He hums a little at her touch as she reaches down to run her hand up and down his back, she finds the spot with the most tension and begins massaging.

“You know, besides that time you tried to kill me after the crash, you make such swell company” Tav teases.

Astarion feels a smile draw itself onto his face, and in the dim candle light, safety tucked away from the others, he lets it. He smiles up at Tav, his eyes soft and gentle, opposite of their usual glaring demeanor.

“Well” He looks down and clears his throat. “I’m rather glad I didn’t kill you that day, you’ve proven… most useful” He says.

Tav brings her hand to his head where she begins running her fingers through his beautiful white curls. Astarion closes his eyes once more, and they stay here until the rain stops, until the candle snuffs out, and until the sun trickles through the trees.

Tav nudges him, and the two of them crawl out of the tent. The sun hits his skin and its warmth begins to seep through his body. Astarion closes his eyes and soaks it all in. Every last bit. He’ll surely miss the sun if the tadpole doesn’t kill him first. He looks over to Tav and his heart lurches as much as a heart like his possibly can. Sure he’ll miss the sun, but he hopes with all that he is that he won’t have to miss his love.

#astarion #Astarion x tav #Astarion bg3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #fanfic #imagine #head canons #fluff #no smut #asexual writer

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zaimta · 2 years ago

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Hello! Wondering if you could do Ace, Shanks and Marco with a gender neutral reader who got themselves stuck in handcuffs and needs help getting out? Totally cool if not though haha. Have a nice day </3

a/n- this right here made me giggle a lil, sorry for the long wait!!

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

˗ˏˋPORTGAS D. ACE

literally the reason you’re in this mess he dared you to do it and he didn’t think you would

“i dare you to put those sea prism handcuffs on over there.”

you rolled your eyes and shot ace a glare “now why would i do that-“

“i’ll give you one thousand berri.”

you quickly thought it over and walked over to the handcuffs while ace giggled slightly and watched in anticipation to see if you would do it.

once you walked up to the handcuffs you immediately put them on not even thinking about how you would get out at the moment, until ace walked over laughing and threw his arm over your shoulder and his laughter stopped suddenly. you both stared off into the distance as if you were looking at an invisible camera

you struggle against the cuffs and stare blankly “i can’t get out. can i.”

“nope.” he popped the ‘p’ and you both sighed.

“you owe me two thousand berri just for this.”

˗ˏˋMARCO

disappointed ™️

“marco i need your help.”

marco turned around from his studies and turned to face you “what’s going on lov- oh.” he looked at you then the handcuffs and then sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose

“what did we say about getting into bets with ace.” he rose a single brow

you sighed in annoyance you felt as if you were being scolded like a child "only bet with him if you know you can live without all your berri and your dignity."

he ran a hand down his face and lead you out by gently putting a hand on the small of your back “come on let’s go find someone who can get these off of you, you might lose an arm or two in the process but you’ll be fine” he smiled slightly while chuckling under his breath

“im sorry what.”

˗ˏˋSHANKS

you were drunk and you were dared by yassop who was drunk as well and it didn't end well for either of you

"hey y/n wanna have a drinking contest? loser has to do whatever society allowing dare the winner chooses." yassop challenged you with a cocky grin, causing you to roll your eyes with a grin "you're on but don't become a sore loser when I win." he chuckled "in your dreams n/n"

the two of you put up an even fight but unfortunately, the both of you tapped out at the same time completely drunk, your speech was slurred and all thought processes went out the window.

"hey since we both lost how about we do the dare together?" you suggested while smiling it was clear you didn't put thought into it, it was entertaining for your fellow crewmates to watch. what was even more entertaining, however, was that yassop agreed to your proposition.

"hey we know what we could do, how about trying on those handcuffs. i heard they're something new the marines cooked up." you said while pointing to your office where you had the handcuffs on your desk, you quickly retrieved them and slapped one handcuff on your wrist and the other on his.

"now what?" yassop asked staring at the handcuffs without a single thought running through his head. you shrugged "let's take them off...hm."

"n/n"

"yes?"

"you do have the keys right?"

"i do not."

the two of you slightly panicked, a slight panic turned into a moderate one, and soon enough, you were running around the deck like a pair of chickens without their heads. yelling about how you were stuck.

the two of you ran into shanks and you pleaded with him "please help us." shanks looked down at your wrists and busted out laughing, "no way! this is the best thing I've seen all day!"

"it's not funny!!" two of you shouted in unison at your captain.

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melanieph321 · 4 months ago

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Gabriel Medina x Reader - Untamable Part 5/8

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Reader spends the summer with her first love, Gabriel Medina, for him to get a chance to know their three year old son. However, both Reader and Gabriel struggle to keep their feelings at bay.

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The wedding was beautiful but terrible for you. Seemingly because of the bride and her stupid necklace.

The ceremony was out of this world, a scenery taken straight out of a romantic film. There were white doves, white sand, and white roses. Everything was white and pure, and you were determined to keep it that way by making sure that Nemo was entertained at all times. Weather that meant rocking him in your lap or waving a fan in his face, later letting him tair that fan into edible pieces.

It got tiring entertaining an energy induced three year old. Gabriel, who sat next to you, must have noticed because he took Nemo away from you with a wink of his eye. You kept rocking your chair, however. Your foot tapping endlessly to an invisible beat. Gabriel noticed this too and calmly placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. It would have struck you as something inappropriate and out of line from him to do had he not done the same thing in your hotel room this morning.

The two of you woke up side by side with Nemo wedge between you bodies on the queen sized bed. Nemo was still fast asleep when your eyes batted open only to find Gabriel carefully watching his son, admiring the slow rise of his chest as it filled and emptied with air. You had done the same thing in the early stages of Nemo's life, admiring the beautiful human that you had put on this earth. But with that admiration also came a terrible fear. Gabriel was surely thinking the same as his eyebrows were frozen, deeply furrowed as if he was thinking of ways to protect your son from the bad things in life, or better yet, erase them completely.

"Hey?"

You brought him out of his trans by gently tugging at one of his curls. Gabriel's gaze shifted to you, his eyes smokey and tired.

"Sleep good?"

He smiled but shook his head.

"What were you thinking about?" You asked, curious if he could even articulate the terrible fears of being a parent.

"I need to buy Nemo a helmet." He yawned. "Maybe two."

"Two?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, two."

You laughed, pulling the sheets to cover your shoulders. The sun came in from the window behind you, making a silhoutte of your body. It's all Gabriel should've been able to see. However, his eyes were on you and stayed on you as if there was something more. As if he could see right through you. See how liters of blood pumped through your heart and body, settling just below the skin of your cheeks.

It was in that moment that you felt his hand on your thigh. Felt how it had always been there, hiding under the sheets, squeezing your thigh.

"You may now kiss the bride....." The priest said and stood back as the groom and bride leand into each other, promising a life together with a fruitful kiss.

The contrast between the wedding ceremony and the wedding reception could only be described as holy versus unholy. It was a full-blown party happening in the hotels private lounge. The doors stood open, welcoming in the night as family and friends seemed to stream in from all directions. It was all a bit overwhelming for you, mainly because you didn't know anyone part from Gabriel and Rico. That is, until you were ambushed by a cloud of white.

"Oh my god, Y/N! I'm so happy that you made it!"

"You are?"

It was the bride, a slim blonde woman wrapping her arms around you as if the two of you were already acquainted. More than friends.

"Of course I am. When Gabriel told me that you were staying with him for the summer, I just couldn't believe him until I saw you with my own two eyes. And now you're here, at my wedding!" She squealed, once again pulling you in for a hug.

You didn't recognize her, nor did you recognize Gabriel's friend, the groom. So what in the world was this girl on about—

Your eyes were suddenly drawn to her necklace. A simple piece of jewelry that could only be described as an elegant yet luxurious silver heart necklace.

"Where did you get that?" You frowned.

The brides hand was brought to her throat and the chain of the necklace. "It means so much to me." She said, her smile faint, laced with something sad. "I know it's silly wearing it to my wedding with Marco. But for a long time, I truly believed that your brother was the one I would end up marrying."

It hit you in a flash. Memories of the past. How Gabriel and your brother Paulo made the most foolish attempts to impress a girl, no, not just a girl. Lucia Ferreira.

You had watched on, amused by how the two of them tried to settle things with a race of shopping carts. Or over a long game of chess. However, the most dangerous and foolish attempt to win the girl had been when Gabriel and Paulo challenged each other to surf the biggest waves by the cliffside.

Unfortunately, none of it had worked, and the girl was not impressed. Gabriel had moved on fairly quickly, settling for less, less being you. Paulo, however, kept his hopes alive. And through hard work at the local surf shop, he earned enough money to spend on a silver heart necklace, capturing the heart of his first and last love.

"I can't imagine how hard things must have been for you." Lucia said, her hand still grasping the necklace. Paulo loved you more than anything." Her eyes filled with tears, her laughter joyeuse. "Can you imagine him as an uncle to your and Gabriel's son."

"M...my son?" You felt nauseous, a dreadful feeling coming from deep below, triggering the compulsive tapping of your foot.

"I'm so glad that you and Gabriel found each other again. I can't wait for him and Marco to be back on tour. It will be so much fun to have you there too."

"Tour?"

"Lucia!"

Someone called for the bride. An older woman, her mother perhaps?

"Talk to you soon, Y/N." She wiped her eyes and reached out to squeeze your trembling hands. "Enjoy the food."

You were left standing, with the walls closing in on your soul. It was mostly the sudden realization that triggered the anxiety. The realization that a wedding such as this one wasn't for people like you. People without living witnesses to attend such ceremonies. Your wedding, if it could even count as that, happened through pen and paper, along with threats of taking away the one thing that could keep you going, keep you alive on this planet.

You searched for him in panic, the crowd blurry through your foggy vision. Your shoulders relaxed seeing Nemo with Gabriel, who showed him off to his many friends, people who loved and cared for him. People who would also love and care for Nemo if you ever decided that the emptiness within you was just too much, growing too damn dark. Poisoning your body, but mainly your tapping foot.

"Fuck"

The trembling was spreading all over. Your breath shallow as you pushed through the crowd in a desperate need of water. You kept walking until the night breeze whipped in your face. The ocean was right there, containing enough water to make the pain go away. You lost your heels in the sand but did not regret leaving them behind. If beauty was pain, it had nothing on grieving. Grieving was deaths cousin, it's partner in crime, and right now, you were overwhelmed by it. Without your meds dealing with it meant dunking your hands in cold water. Ironically, this was usually enough to stop you from getting the shivers. However, what were you supposed to do if the shivers spread to more body parts than just your hands? Like your foot, or your entire fucking soul?

As the ocean glimmer ahead of you, the moon lighting up the world's pool, you hurried to lift your dress, allowing your feet to sense the sweetness of the sea, the sea that was really salty. It's density allowing once body to float, unless that body is draped in a thousand dollar dress, meant to be worn once before it got tossed in the sea, drowning it's owner by wrapping around their face and throat.

What a sweet revenge.

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You were cold and couldn't breath, but at least your body had stopped trembling. Your soul was at peace. Maybe that's why you didn't panic as your dress got dragged further out in the ocean, further than you would be able to swim back. Perhaps that's why when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, fighting to bring you back, it almost ripped you apart from within. Why couldn't he just let you die.

"Y/N, please."

Gabriel's hands pressed down on your chest. Preparing to bring you back even if it meant breaking your ribcage. However, that's when you started coughing up water, and before you could open your eyes, you were in his arms, warm and safe.

"Fucking hell...." Gabriel breathed into the crook of your neck. "Don't ever scare me like that again. You hear me?"

"Gabriel?"

He pulled you back, eyes wide in the night. The palm of his hand cupping the side of your face, his thumb stroking your red lips.

"I'm fine. I promise." You scuffed, the salt water burning your throat.

"No, Y/N. No you're not."

Gabriel gathered you in his arms, lifting you up and off the sand, carrying you away from the beach and the cooling ocean.

Back at the hotel, the two of you slipped past the ongoing reception party. Gabriel had ordered you to wait for him by the elevator while he went to fetch Nemo, or so you thought. He returned empty-handed, part from the keycard to your room.

"Rico's got Nemo. I'll get him once we've finished."

You nodded, not knowing what you and Gabriel were starting that later needed finishing. Nonetheless, you got the idea of what he wanted from you after helping you into the shower, waiting patiently for his turn to hop in. Once he got out, you were already tucked into bed, sheets wrapped around your body like a cocoon.

"Please, Y/N. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on." Gabriel said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed.

"Nothing is going on Gabriel."

"No?" He chuckled. "Care to explain then why I just fished you out of the ocean in the middle of a fucking wedding party?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I ruin your night?"

Gabriel stopped and stared at you. Dumbfounded by your arrogance. Was it a defense mechanism? Who knows? Yet something about Gabriel caring whether you lived or died seemed so unbelievable. He hadn't cared if you lived or died three years ago. Why would he care if you lived or died now?"

"I didn't know that it has gotten this bad?"

There was a dip in the bed as Gabriel sat down with his back turned to you, his gaze glued to the black TV screen. "Why didn't you tell me that things have gotten this bad?"

"What would you have done?"

His shoulders shifted a little, watching you from the corner of his eye. He then shook his head and chuckled. "I guess I would have come and tried to save you."

"I don't need saving."

"You clearly do." Gabriel turned around, palm pressing down on the matress, erecting the vains in his arms. "Y/N, I just pulled you out of the ocean. I saw you leave the reception and thought you were just going out for some air. But then when I went to check on you—"

"She still wears his necklace." Your hands covered your eyes, the tears burning the inside of your palms.

"What...who?"

"Lucia" You sniffled. "She still wears that stupid necklace that Paulo got her."

A lingering silence followed. With Gabriel most likely staring at you and the pathetic pile of anxiety that you had become. He probably still saw you as a girl. Orphaned and desperate for anyone to take her in, to tell her that she is still loved and wanted.

"She really loved him." You felt a warm set of hands cover yours. Gabriel, peeling your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gentle admiration. "Marco doesn't blame her for it. He admires her for having loved and lost but dared to love again."

You regarded Gabriel with pounting lips. Watching how his chin went to rest against your curled up knees, his arms stroking the length of your legs.

"You should really start taking your medication again."

"So you think I'm crazy?"

"Yes."

You frowned.

Gabriel smiled.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too. For making me pull you out of the water, ruining my suit."

"I'm sure you can by a brand new one. Even more expensive than the last."

"It's not how it works." He said, his tone stern and serious. You watched Gabriel as he worked the insides of his jaw, perhaps running out of patients with you. "I love you, Y/N. I know you don't believe me, and perhaps that is my fault."

"It is."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "It is...my fault. I still love you though, always have and always will but.....I love Nemo more, and if you can't—"

"I can!" You jumped, knowing where he was going with this.

He regarded you with pity. "Y/N, I just pulled you out of the ocean. What if I hadn't—"

"Don't"

"But I..."

"Gabriel, don't."

He sat back, his chin leaving your knees. His arms not stroking your legs anymore.

"I made a mistake, okay." You could feel it, the return of the shivers. A terrible sensation flowing through your fingertips. "I just needed it to stop. I just needed everything to stop for just one fucking minute. The water...." You nodded. "It helps to make it stop."

"The trembling?" Gabriel asked. Looking down you noticed how his hand had gone to reach for your hand.

"Yes." You sniffled. "But with Lucia and the necklace. It reminded me.....it was just too damn much."

"Y/N." Gabriel gathered your hands in his, kissing the back off them. "I want you to come and find me if you ever feel like this again."

"And?"

"And?" He frowned at your question.

"Yes and?" You regarded him expectantly. "And what will you possibly do?"

Gabriel's gaze returned to your hands gathered in his palms. Again, his lips pressed against them, soft with a light scratch of his beard. He then inhaled deeply, whispering the words against your fingerstips. Your fingers that weren't trembling anymore. "I'll kiss and make it better."

You watched him, eyebrows furrowed.

Gabriel raised his head, a trace of reassurance in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N. You and only you. If you need me, I'll be here, and if you don't need me, I'll still be here, giving you your space. Nonetheless, I'll always be ready to save you from drowning."

Maybe it was the warmth of the sheets that lured you closer, wanting to share that warmth with Gabriel who still sat in his shower towel, the fabric wrapping low around his waist, outlining the slope down towards his sex.

Or maybe it was just his words, spoken so simply and in ernest. His love for you real, and most importantly, mutual.

"Gabriel..." You were already leaning into him when he decided to meet you halfway, his curls wet against your eyelids. Gabriel kissed you, and you kissed him. Soon, his towel was no longer wrapped around his waist. But dropped onto the floor as he joined you under the covers.

Sex with Gabriel was but a faint memory to you, the last encounter occurring over three years ago. Even so, your bodies intertwined fairly quickly, finding each other's creases and pressure points.

"Gaby." You gasped.

He was pushing against you, hard. His white knuckles held onto the headboard, making sure that he was giving it to you deep. His cock, soft and hard at the sametime.

Your nails clawed down his back, desperate to hold onto something, but struggled with the sweat that ran down his tattooed skin.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes." You whimpered, eyes shut as you savored every stroke of him. Gabriel, with your leg hooked around his naked waist. "Please, do it again."

He smiled but surely obliged. Fulfilling your wishes by crashing into you repeatedly until he struggled with the pace himself.

"Fuck." He groand, too weak to pull out.

"It's okay." You sighed. Feeling how his dick was already twitching inside of you, his precum having already done the damage that his seed anticipated.

Gabriel collapsed on top of you with a guttering groan from the relief of his orgasm. You wiggled your way through your own relief and bit into the meatiest part of Gabriel's shoulder. The two of you then lay intertwined. Breathing in unison, heartbeats in sync.

"We should get back to the party."

"The party?" Gabriel lifted his head, grinning at you. "This was not it?"

"No." You said, hating yourself for returning his cheap smile.

"Oh, I guess we should return then. One problem though."

"What?"

"We have nothing to wear."

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#fanfiction #gabriel medina x reader #gabriel medina imagine #gabriel medina #brasil #brazil

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anonymityisfunwriter · 10 months ago

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Sunshine on Sakaar - Part 1

Prologue Anon's 1K Celebration

You sigh to yourself, sitting in the same crowd of people that you do everyday, watching as they chatter amongst themselves, betting on the lives of the warriors in the arena.

"Someone's come through the portal," another person chimes in, their voice brimming with excitement.

You rest your chin in your hand, always feeling the tinge of guilt at another unwilling participant for the Contest of Champions. They never lasted long.

You don't get a chance to try to commit the next unfortunate person's face to memory before you're called back to your duty.

"Oh, Sunny!"

You bite back your sigh of irritation and plaster on your widest grin. "Yes?"

"Do that trick for us again." It's a thinly veiled order behind a giant smile and a condescending laugh. You have no choice but to obey, while they clap, laugh, and taunt you.

You can hear the vague outline of the Grandmaster's normal speech to those entering Sakaar. You've heard it time and time again. Most were doomed to fight in the Grandmaster's twisted contest. You were considered one of the lucky ones.

You always hoped that every person would be 'lucky'. Luck had a strange definition in a place like this. In a place like this, anything was better than a death for the vain entertainment of others. At least you were alive for the vain entertainment of others.

You hear the familiar speech wind down, you're all about to find out the fate of Sakaar's newest arrival when you finally hear the voice of the new arrival, a voice far too familiar.

The flame in your hand suddenly extinguishes as your head snaps up, "Loki?"

His gaze snaps toward the sound of your voice. He sighs deeply, still tightly strapped to his chair, "This day just keeps getting better."

"You two know each other?" the Grandmaster asks, amusement lighting up his face.

"He tried to kill my friends once."

The Grandmaster raises his executing staff at him, "So he's no good?"

"No, no!" you quickly backtrack. And though there's a part of you that seriously questions why you're helping him after everything he'd done, you know you couldn't live with yourself if you didn't at least try to save him. "He's my friend's brother. He's, well... he's Loki."

"Loki..." the Grandmaster hums. "Sunny, can he fight?"

"No!" you quickly reply, much to Loki's distaste.

Loki scoffs, "I beg your pardon."

"He can't fight, Grandmaster. Not at all. It's kind of sad."

"I-" Loki tries to interject.

You steamroll over his words, laying your words thick for the two of them. You gently nudge Loki's restrained shoulder, "He's a total wimp, but he's a delight though. Really! Almost as funny as I am!"

"Hmm..." the Grandmaster audibly thinks. "Alright, you've made a compelling case. He can stay, but, Sunny, you're responsible for him."

"You won't regret this," you call after him, biting back a cringe. You whisper to yourself as you look back towards Loki, "But I might."

You take your time undoing each of Loki's restraints, and as you reach for the final one that unbinds his hands, he hisses in your ear, "You know that I could kill you without so much as wave of my hand?"

"Do you know that I just saved your life?" you whisper back. "Now, behave until we get you away from the Grandmaster. He's known to change his mind."

He rubs at his wrists, standing up from his seat, "I was being my charming self, I had no doubt that I could manage."

You sarcastically snort, walking out of the viewing room and back to your room, "I'm sure you could."

Loki's footsteps trail behind you. "I don't like your tone."

"I'm sure you could," you brightly singsong.

"What are you doing here?" he demands, stopping in front of you.

"Like right now? Or just in general?"

"Both."

"Oh, well, in general, I'm... actually I don't know what I'm doing here. I mostly just sit here and say something every once in a while. Sometimes, the Grandmaster, he’s the guy in charge, he makes me do tricks for him. And right now... I was just watching you slip in through that portal over there."

Loki's head tilts slightly as he does his best to tamp down his impatience with a heavy sigh, "What I meant was, how did you get here?"

"Now, that is a very long story. It started when we were in Sokovia back on Earth, and let me tell you, things were not going well. Like not at all. So we were only there because -"

"Stop," Loki interjects, shaking his head. He dismissively waves his hand, "Stop. No, no, I am not nearly interested enough to listen to this."

"Well, alright," you shrug, turning on your heels to walk away.

Loki grabs your elbow, spinning you back around, "I am, however, very interested in your acquaintance with the Grandmaster."

"Okay..."

"Could you help me?"

Your mouth twists slightly, "I dunno... I don't think that's a good idea."

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve tried to kill my friends before?” you reply like it should be obvious to him.

Loki scoffs at you, “Aren’t you also friends with my oaf of a brother? The friend of your friend is also your friend.”

Your eyebrows furrow at him, “I’m no expert but I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.”

“I’m certain it is.”

“And, no offense, but Thor doesn’t exactly have the nicest things to say about you," you admit. "He told me a story about a snake or something.”

"He greatly embellishes."

“So you didn’t disguise yourself as a snake because Thor likes snakes, all so you could bite him?”

“He slightly embellishes,” Loki corrects.

“You don’t even like me.”

"If Thor has accurately depicted your character, you could look beyond my history to help a soul in need."

You cross your arms over your chest, quirking an eyebrow at him, “So you want me to help you out of pity?”

“I would like you to help me of your own accord, but seeing as that it unlikely, yes, I’ll take your greatest sympathies.”

You chortle, “I don't think you could win my greatest sympathies.”

“You think your life more tragic than mine?” Loki asks, his voice thick with offense.

You call over your shoulder, “I don’t like to compare myself to others.”

He grabs your shoulder, spinning you back towards him, “But you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t think, I know.”

"My long lost sister tried to kill me!" Loki starts.

"My friend unknowingly kidnapped me and doomed me to a life on an unknown planet," you counter. "I don't even know how long I've been stuck here."

"My mother is dead."

"I never knew my parents."

"My father lied about my true lineage and rejected me for his golden child," he retorts.

"My parents left me abandoned, on the street for dead. After a whole day of knowing me. Only one day old."

"You win," he begrudgingly admits.

"Nice!" You clench your fist in victory. "Wait, does that mean we both have sad, traumatizing lives?"

Loki frowns, "I suppose it does."

Your mouths twists in discomfort, "Maybe we shouldn't think about it too much?"

Loki quickly nods, agreeing with you, "Let's not."

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