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dilftaroooo · 5 months

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hii new anon🎀

ex-boyfriend gojo who has an obsession over you and has been following you around. you’ve “moved on” and invite a man to hookup but he just couldn’t make u cum. as soon as the guy leaves gojo comes over and fucks you dumb.

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gojo being on the sidelines before coming in to finish the job is kinda crazy. i can imagine he followed u from the bar you were in before leaning near the door to your apartment. waiting for your hookup to leave.

★tags/tw: stalking + toxicity + bathtub sex + he fucks u with his clothes on while ur bathing + fem!reader w she/her pronouns + nipple play + unprotected sex + unsatisfied sex (with ur hookup) + ummm home invasion but not, really?? + idfk I'm not a judge + gojo kinda comes in unannounced + attempt at proofread bc im sleepy so some shit might look janky.

The small dicked fucker left as soon as he spurted over your abdomen, the runny substance cascades through the crease between the start of your thighs and the edge of your pussy, which, hasn't released a drop of arousal the whole night.

The man you hooked up with had to blow a glob of spit onto your folds before he'd rub a finger on your make-believe clit, 'Yeah, know you like that. You came to the right person, sweet thing'. Why did you even bring him over? He's not even doing this shit properly. You're sure he wouldn't know where your clit laid even if you made a map and pointed it out for him. If you're gonna be cocky at least do it right.

Your hot bath gave you more pleasure since it was the perfect ratio of water to bubbles. The white foam didn't completely submerge you and you took the time to let the liquid stray you from your mind while listening to the sound of bubbles crunching from around.

Apparently, smelling the medicinal aroma of eucalyptus must've blurred the taps of footsteps making their way into your apartment and into your master bathroom.

"There she is. Taking a bath already? Your one-time fling came here, what, not over ten minutes ago and left? I'm sure you had the night of your life." The mockery in the intruder's tone was evident with each word he spoke.

His hair was still the absence of color, resembling the white sheets stacked high at the corner of your room. His skin was pale and somewhat glossy with expensive moisturizer. Aqua spheres were decorated with flecks of adorable baby blue. He's buff, perhaps buffer than the last time you saw him. But most of everything was unchanged.

He squats next to your incredulous as well as vulnerable figure in the ivory porcelain of your bathtub.

"How'd you get in here?" You inquiry.

"It's no good to leave the keys to your apartment under that more than obvious vase next to your front door. It's corny and you can get robbed that way too." He takes a peek at nipples covered by a translucent blanket. The bubbles had disintegrated leaving you exposed from the lack of foam.

You forgot he knows about the key underneath your grandmother's vase. You're the one who told him about it and you silently wish you hadn't.

"Well, congratulations on committing a federal crime. Now leave, Satoru."

"Oh, but darling you trusted me enough to tell me about those keys so I'm doing nothing wrong. Now, enlighten me, did that guy make you come so hard that he had you seeing stars?"

The lukewarm water kisses your pores in an attempt to soothe your beating heart. The scent of your ex was still riddled with that same lustful scent of mint and cinnamon, a cologne that you remember gifting him for the sole reason of how arousing it was paired with taut muscles and blue eyes.

You felt like a needy omega, shaking in the comfort of your den as your eyes water at the sight of your alpha and cowering at the pheromones leaking off his body and into your awaiting nostrils. He smells so fucking good.

"I know you heard me, sugar plum." You won't forget how much he loved to jeer at you. He wanted to hear you admit how much of a bad fuck your hookup was and how he didn't even get you to come. How you wished it was Satoru that took his place and filled your achy cunt til his balls smack your ass.

You adjust your seating when a warm palm engulfs your cheek whole. Not a trace of your skin color reveals itself under Satoru's hand. He's big even when squatting down to your size. The scowl on your face juxtaposes the grin on Satoru's.

"That's none of your business. We're not together anymore. Stop riding my dick."

"Though I do love a good ride, I think it's you who wants to do the riding, sweetheart."

Fingers crawl over your neck, down to the tops of your breasts, and onto your perky nipples. He continues to tease you by drawing circles around them making you tremble with unadulterated desire.

"Am I wrong? You can't even look me in my eyes. Bet you're not even aware of how heavy you're breathing. Poor girl. He didn't give you what you wanted. Say it." It almost sounded commanding if not for the lithe of his voice

"Fuck, hah, fuck you, Satoru..." The man cheeses.

"Right now?"

"Shit, yes."

"Knew you’d come around."

His patience must've ran thin because he didn't even bother taking his clothes off. Only unzipping his flyer to pull out his aroused dick and fleshy balls before joining you in the now cold water.

You were still his pretty princess as you took him in deep into your cavern, the bath water that surrounded you sloshed with every dominant thrust Satoru pounded you with and you did nothing but moan the name of your supposed ex like a vintage record player.

"Was he able to reach that spot that you liked hit, baby?"

"Mm-mm." You muffled.

"And why is that, huh?" His cock has that cute upturn that repeatedly nudges at your slimy walls which encourages your arousal to spill and combine with the bath water. You were better off taking a shower.

"Because he wasn't you." Your words came out in increments as he beats your pussy raw. The sound of almost every syllable slurred like a drunken man's tongue.

"That's it. You got it now, darling. You still missed me, didn’t you?" The fabric of his clothes is now soaked due to his stubbornness but there was no room for complaints when cotton and denim cling to jutting muscles. The pink of his areolas revealed itself under wet clothes. His nipples were as hard as yours. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk smut #tw:stalking

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charmedreincarnation · 11 months

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Hi Maya I was one of your first anons back in March and I manifested my dream life. i just wanted to share some things that helped me, and hope we can all pass some knowledge so we all get our desires life. I did, you did, and everyone reading this can and will so let’s all try to help out by sharing a little of our journey. I’ll never create a blog because tumblr is a mess, so I’ll just share them here bc I trust you as a creator and I hope you agree with what I’m saying. Even if you don’t these are my assumptions and my truth

il get into my methods in one second but users of tumblr there are only 4 THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE LAW (Inspired heavily by you bc I used your blog religiously) I will say you’re kind of too nice and I wish I had someone to yell at me like this, and tell me to stop being a victim!!! So if it sounds aggressive it’s because it is in the best loving way possible.OKAY SO.

★you need to understand that you want to fulfill yourself in imagination because you don’t care about the desires only how you feel about it. Bare with me it sounds stupid I know. But I don’t care about men or how they feel about me. I just want to feel worshiped and love, and I could fulfill that in my imagination. I don’t care about money??? It’s fucking paper !!! I just want to feel secure and financially free and want the feeling of buying my favorite clothes without looking at the tag. I GOT THE SAME FEELING FROM PINTREST EVEN WHEN I WAS POOR GODDAMNIT. I didn’t care about getting all As in school when I’ve always believed school is not a representation of intelligence. I wanted to feel recognized adored and respected which I had to feel for myself in my mind before it projected. I don’t care about looking skinny, I just wanted to feel snatched, I wanted to be envied, and feel pretty. And in my mind everyone wanted to be me even when I was ugly and fat. BUT I DIDNT FEEL FAT. Even with no change in the 3D I had my desires. This applies to all your desires, and you really need to understand that.

★you can affirm,visualize, understand states, understand non dualism, use the Bible or Torah m, wall twerk and say “I AM THAT BITXH,” use sats YADADAA . No one cares it doesn’t matter. you don’t have to feel anything or, even believe in wth you’re doing. As long as you think that having it in imagination means it’s yours that’s all that matter. I’ve read so many teachers, Neville, Abraham, Abdullah, Edward art, paid coaches, and they all do different things but say the same thing. FAITH IS KEY. That’s all that matters. Don’t let anyone you otherwise or tell you what you have to do. All teachers were once students, all success stories were once struggled failures, all masters were once lost okay. You are god so have some faith in yourself.

★YOU ARE GOD. You know what a god is, you know how a god works, you know god can do anything with a snap of a finger, kill anyone with a thought, look anyway it wants, have anything everything and create whatever. You are an omnipotent loving creator so create and give yourself everything.

★you can’t over consume, you can think from lack of whatever, and doubt can’t hinder you unless you think it does. Having a desire does not mean you’re lacking or else having the wanting for it would mean that too no? When creators say that I want to slam my head against the wall. Even now I have all my desires and I still think about them constantly. Thinking of new clothes to buy with MY WEALTH, I think of new food to eat that won’t even affect my SNATCHED BODY, i find new places to try and explore bc MY SOCIAL CIRCLE IS HUGE AND IM SO LOVED, I think of new makeup up to try to enhance my GORGEOUS PRINCESS FACE. I think of it in the same way from when I didn’t have my desired (I always had them in imagination but you know what I mean.) so there is no thinking from lack, or else you’re always lacking it lmfao the fuck. Anyways I doubted my abilities up until I manifested my dream life. I was okay with it in imagination and whether it reflected or not it was my escape I was content with. DID YOU SEE THAT. I had doubts up until the very end, and it doesn’t mean shit unless you think it does. Just affirm having doubts and obsessions only speed up your results. That’s really all it is.

Now to my story if anyone cares. I won’t make a blog for reason number 2 and 3 listed above. That’s all you need but if you want more info for curiosity go for it. I know I was curious and that didn’t stop me from getting my dream life. Anyways I have the same story as about everyone else here. My life sucked, I found the law, and it worked! HOORAY!!! But how did I do it???? Easy peasy, in a couple of steps.

☞ I tattooed my four rules above in my mind. When fear and doubt emerged I sunk that shit like the titanic and went with my laws that I created. It’s literally called the law of assumption like come on, stop fighting with yourself when you assume and create reality.

☞I ignored anything that I didn’t agree with. Sometimes I’d get so mad and be like WHAT NO WHY WOULD THAT BLOGGER OR COACH OR ANON or whoever say that?? But am I dumb ??? each of us have our own reality our own bubbles. The fact that it works for them and not for me started to only motivate me more. It doesn’t work bc I assume sooo… sooo why not just assume the opposite and focus on my rules like they did. The law is always in effect and working. Either it’s in your favor or it’s not. It’s up to you

☞I used affirmations bc repetition is the only thing that works for my logical brain. Anything can change with repetition. It’s basic science. So in the morning and night time I would affirm. ONCE. Repetition meant for me doing it everyday and not wanting. The rest of my day was lived in my imaginations. And the affirmation was to remind me in my vulnerable state that I already have my desires. That’s why my affirmation was “I have my desires no matter what, and everything I do brings them to me faster than the speed of light” it was kind of funny and made me chuckle but I accepted it as facts. Look guys…

☞I didn’t repress myself. If I cried or yelled or told myself “FUCK YOU” it wasn’t me tf. It was the devil or something. Be like those Christian fuckers who when their child comes out as gay…it’s the devil within them or whatever. I would talk to myself, yell when doubt emerged and when my thoughts weren’t the ones I wanted. It wasn’t fucking me so get the fuck out I have my desires so who tf are you ??? It will feel weird but you’ll get used to it trust me. If you’re uncomfortable it’s working. Getting rid of bad habits and your comfort in dwelling in bad thoughts is uncomfortable but it’s worth it.

I manifested my dream life back in March. I LITERALLY WOKE WITH MY DREAM LIFE. A complete 180. I won’t talk about my past life bc I completely revised it and I’m the only one who remembers so for the most part it feels like a long nightmare that has past. I’ll just talk about what I changed instead because that’s the stuff we all want to hear. Anyways I’ll just post some of my list here.

♥ my life feels like the song rich kids by freak ocean

♥I’m a pretty spoiled princess who gets everything I want but I’m still kind

♥I revised my entire family from looks to personality to zodiac to religion and etc. i rewrote my story which included my family

♥I have natural admired intelligent

♥my family has a net worth of 500 million dollars, and my entire family stems from old money. (Think aristocrats not slave or colonization money)

♥I can play many instruments and speak many languages

♥ I am 5’2, 100 pounds, I have natural stunning vixen beauty, and the most desires body in the world. I’m the beauty standard and people either want to be me or date me. I am naturally skinny and have no worries about my weight, I have clear skin that only gets clearer with my skincare routine, and I have my desired personality where I’m kind but also don’t put up with any shit from anyone because I know I’m that bitch. I also have great style and embody a princess !

♥my life is a combination of my favorite watpadd stories, Gilmore girls, gossip girl, and mean girls.

♥ too many people pursue me I have too many options

♥I have a perfect school life, social life, family life, friend life, and people always wonder what I did to be “so lucky it’s unfair”

♥my family has multiple mansions in America, monoco,Australia, france, and China.

♥I’m a daddies and mommies money girl

♥I put myself first (I HAD SUFFERED TOO LONG I NEEDED A SOFT LIFE)

♥everyone’s purpose it to make my life easier and make me happier

♥I’m spoiled and privileged in every aspect of my life

♥I’m a master shifter, and manifester

♥I revised my age to 14. I was 18 and graduating but I wanted to redo high school how I had envisioned it all my life

♥I have a “cool mom” people are always jealous how lucky I am

♥I have my main estate in Hollywood hills with my family that’s in a gated, gorgeous, gate kept neighborhood. It is 30,000 sq feet with my dreams decor, dream cars, dream pets, dream house help, dream room with all my stuff saved on Pinterest including decor, furniture, clothes, shoes, makeup and skincare.

♥everything good in my life I have manifested and it’s too much to list. THERES NOT REASON FEAR OR WAIT. Do what you want and assume it still works and it will.

You honestly said it better than I could have. Literally every single one of these points are so valid :)!! I’m glad you think I inspired you love but all I did was allow you recognize your own godly abilities. I’m very proud of you, and have fun girl 🥹❤️

Also. “All teachers were once students, all success stories were once struggled failures, all masters were once lost okay. You are god so have some faith in yourself.” This one million times !!!!! Invest your faith into yourself more than anyone else and you’ll see how fast your reality conforms. I also adore your point about the state of lacking bc I never believed in that. If wanting your desires insinuates it’s not yours, we would have no thoughts since that’s where it all originates from. In fact Edward explains it pretty well.

When Edward looks at lack, he sees it as being something that is only brought about by the individual. He believes that your own actions, thoughts, and attitudes will bring about an artificial scarcity of resources. Edward says that this artificial lack of resources is not actually real—it exists only in our minds, as we focus on the things that we don’t have rather than the things that are available to us.

He believes that true lack only exists when someone has no access to resources—whether those resources be financial, physical, mental, or emotional. When someone has access to resources but they squander them or don’t use them to their advantage, it isn’t a lack of resources that is at fault—it is the individual’s personal choices and attitudes that create the feeling of lack. Same way we see attractive people feel ugly though they have women or men chasing them, modeling opportunities, and experience many examples of pretty privilege lol. You’re a hot girl.. you’re just not using it to your advantage, same way you have everything in imagination and access to anything yet… nothing bc of your own perceptions. That’s not lack. Simply inappropriate usage of recourse. A waste for better use of words.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #my asks #reality shifting #self concept

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oraclekleins · 7 days

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hello, can you write Joost Klein x musician!reader where Joost and reader met at a mutual friend's party and they hit it off? And they start to develop feelings after a while of being friends!!!

thank you for the request, anon!

Good Luck, Babe!

Joost Klein/Musician!Reader

Fluff, Crushes, 1983 era Joost :-) + Reader is BFFs with Appie!

In the warm summer air, you embrace the night; sprawling out your fingers to trace the stars. The soft glow of string lights from above illuminate the beer you’re nursing in your hands, a dull chill spreading through your palms. You listen to the sound of your own breath in the silence, aside from the soft hum of fire from the pit in front of you, slow and a little raspy. The door to Apson’s house swings open and then closes. It was nice of Appie to invite you in the first place - you never could thank him enough for trying to involve you in his friend group. Usually, you’d politely decline the invitation, not quite having made it past the step of hyping yourself up in the mirror, promising it’d be a good night.

You remind yourself that this was practice for the stage. How were you supposed to perform if you couldn’t even manage to go to one of your best friend’s parties? Grimacing at the thought, you roll your shoulders, a sigh passing from your lips. Apson was the first one to have given your music a chance, having been sat on your bed as you wrote your lyrics, pushing your journal towards him after each edit. He would hum any sort of tune to catch your words, give you some sort of inspiration. It’s easy to be around him, it just feels right ; which happens to make the fear of making a good impression around his friends much worse.

A hand finds your shoulder, heavy and welcoming. You can smell his cologne before he speaks, saccharine and earthy. “Need to go get another case of beer, you coming with?” Apson grins, already tugging you along.

“Of course, yeah,” you’re starting to reply, nearly tripping down the porch steps, your arm catching another body in its stagger for balance.

His face is a bit mousey, grin curious and friendly. “Careful!” He teases, trailing after Apson. He glances back to you - like he’s making sure you’re following, a bit hesitant. You’re well aware of who he is, having seen hundreds of pictures of him and Appie together, flicking through their stories in a muted envy. Joost .

Appie releases you from his grip once you’re tugging at the passenger side door, Joost trailing after you. “Long time no see,” he says, sugary and faint, dying out into a giggle.

You climb into the car. He’s fumbling between buckling his seatbelt and throwing Appie’s collection of mess from the backseat into the trunk.

“You were at Appie’s birthday party, right?” You reply, fidgeting with your hands, beer long abandoned on the side of Apson’s porch.

Joost looks towards you. “Yeaahh,” he drags out the ah , dramatically. You can tell that he’s doing it to make you laugh, searching for your smile after. “I remember you. The singer!” The singer. You can't help but wonder how much you told him, 6 shots deep and in desperation to look like a good, talented friend. The label makes you a little sick, but you nod.

“You as well? I think I saw your album on Instagram - it was good, really good,” the fabric of your shirt is sticking to your chest, cotton-stiff and uncomfortable. You turn to roll down the window, the still heat wavering in the backseat.

“Appie! AC?” You whine a bit, tapping at the driver’s seat.

Apson pauses from sticking his keys into the ignition, glaring at you through the mirror. "Roll down the window! I gotta start the car, man."

You sigh, giving up as your back hits the carseat.

Joost glances over again, fiddling with his phone case. "Really cool you saw my stuff. Now I gotta hear yours, okay?" He offers you an earbud, wire already stuck into his phone.

You feel a little nauseous.

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It hadn't taken long for you and Joost to connect after the party. Embarrassingly enough, when you had gotten his follow request, days passed before you finally accepted it and sent a message. It became a lot easier to speak with him, bonding over being independent artists.

Of course, every glimpse of him on your feed had snuck into your dreams, slipping through them like the moonlight in your window. You're startled awake, chest heaving from the thought of his face. Fingers threading through his blonde strands, tangling them and curling them around your knuckle. The thought feels like praying, knelt at the altar, eager for your next glimpse.

You wondered if he knew.

"You're an up and coming, for serious," he would blurt out after every sneak of music you showed him. The endless praise for your work cycled into daily conversation, asking to see what you were working on- or if he could help with anything.

You couldn't help but wonder how long this dance between you two would go, when every touch became an apology for being too shy. When you could lace your fingers with his, joking about the size of your hands, yet too nervous to nestle your face into the crook of his neck.

You feel homesick when his arm isn't wrapped around your shoulder, peeking over your phone to see what you're doing rather than talking to him. He always knows how to make you look up, smile, giddy just to get a reaction.

When he confesses his 'silly', unripe feelings - it feels like the sky itself had opened up and sang for you.

#hope you like!!#my writing #joost klein x you #joost klein imagines #joost klein x reader #rpf #joost klein imagine #joost klein x musician!reader

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spiderlyla · 8 months

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if you're down to do it.. can i request miguel giving reader cuddles or just some plain ol' loving after coming home from a long day at school?

uni's been kicking my ass with the 8am - 8pm schedules and coming home to a big hunky man who'll treat me like a princess is my only wish.. 😭

Tender—Miguel O'Hara

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ synopsis: miguel takes care of you after a long day.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ pairing: uni student!gn!reader × miguel o'hara.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ tags/cw: miguel uses alot of pet names because he's just soft and lovely around his lover, fluff :)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ lumi's note: hi anon! as a fellow uni student with a schedule from 8 am to 8 pm and in need of comfort as well, this resonated with me. Hope you enjoy!

join my taglist! (Inbox open for fluff!)

Relief, is exactly how you felt when the elevator finally stopped at your floor and you saw your apartment door.

Your state could only be described as completely and utterly spent. Your previously brushed, clean hair was now disheveled and a little damp from the rain. A black tote hung from your shoulder, threatening to spill its content all over the floor at any minute, while you held your laptop bag weakly over your other shoulder.

Your muscles felt sore, and you were sure you caught a cold from the rain pouring down onto your head during your walk back home. All you ever wanted right now, was your clean bed and your lover's warm embrace.

Your hands reached to ring the doorbell, too exhausted to even reach into your bag and look for the keys. Much to your delight, you didn't have to wait long for an answer.

The door opened, the arouma of spices and mouth-watering cooking instantly filling your nostrils, making your instant ramen-filled stomach rumble angrily. The apartment was dim, the comfortable orangish lights spilling out of the door onto the gloomy corridor where you stood. A faint melody was playing on your vinyl, something with a slow saxophone, jazz.

And at the door, there he stood.

Wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats, an apron saying 'kiss the cook' covering his bare chest. His soft, black curls were wet, some of the strands at the front dripping water onto your carpet. You kept getting whiffs of his minty aftershave, only to notice the small stubble he'd grown was now long gone, leaving a 5'oclock shadow to define his strong jaw.

"Oh, cariño, let me help you with those—" Before he could move, you pushed him inside, clumsily let the bags fall off your shoulders and threw yourself at him. He caught you without losing his balance, strong arms wrapping around your waist while his head rested on top of yours. You pushed yourself more onto him, he smelled of spices, and that earthy cologne he wears all the time, and he was warm. Extremly so.

"Baby, did you walk?" You mustered up the energy to talk yet when you opened your mouth, a muffled noise of confirmation erupted. "I told you I'd pick you up—You're going to catch a cold. Let's change, hm? " He frowned at you, out of concern more than anything, all while helping you to your shared bedroom, his arms never leaving your waist. He helped you sit down on the bed, then opened his side of the closet to grab you one of his large, long sleeved shirts. You managed to undress yourself and put on the shirt he gave you, it smelled of that flowery laundry detergent of yours mixed with Miguel's cologne. The solace it brought you made light headed, gosh, you could sleep for days.

"Oh—No, no sleep until you eat. You probably haven't eaten properly today." Came your lover's baritone voice. You whined queitly, sprawling yourself across the bed. "Mig, 'm tired, tommrow?" Your eyes closed, and when you didn't hear his disapproval, you assumed he just walked out.

Then you felt yourself get lifted off of the comfort of your matress, your tummy squished against his broad shoulder.

"No puedo dejarte, amor, tienes que comer algo." You groaned, it was no use arguing with him, and besides, he was doing you a favour carrying you, your legs felt sore from walking anyway. Miguel set you down on the couch, and said he'll be gone for just a moment, telling you to stay awake for him. [I can't let you, love, you have to eat something]

You heard a few noises coming from the kitchen, a string of spanish curse words and sounds of plates falling but never followed by a crash. Miguel had covered you with a blanket and you were cozying up to a pillow, trying to pretend it's him. He came back after a few minutes, his apron long discarded, with a glass bowl filled with red soup, neatly garnished with avocados, lettuce and radishs.

"I made Pozole." It smelled delicious, Miguel rarely cooked since he was so busy, but when he did, you were sure it was going to be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. You couldn't tell him you didn't want to eat when he was practically pushing the plate your way. Your arms weakly moved from underneath the blanket, but Miguel tutted at you, tutted. He lifted the spoon to your mouth, silently offering to feed you.

You giggled, and that stoic, serious expression he wore was replaced by a gentle smile and a loving gaze. If his colleges could see him now, they wouldn't believe its the same man who bossed them around.

Within these walls, he was yours, completely and utterly, yours.

He was patient, feeding you bit by bit, eyes never leaving your face. You were too busy enjoying the delight of a dish he was feeding you to notice his soft gaze. "S'good, Mig, So good."

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it, mi sol." He paused, realising you'd devoured the plate queit quickly. "You want me to get you some more?"

"No, 'nough." You spread your arms towards him, and he chuckled, picking you up, all while you were still tangeled in your blanket, now heading back to your room. He set you down for good this time, letting you sleep on his side of the bed while he got on from the other side. His strong arms wrapped around your figure, engulfing you with a sense of absolute security. You cuddled up closer and closer to him, the tip of your nose bumping against the crook of his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin, your legs a tangeled mess. His hands ran up the shirt you wore to squeeze your sides comfortingly.

Miguel was never tender, he found himself being rather harsh and cold most often than not, but not with you, never with you.

"Such a hardworking pretty little thing, aren't you?" He hummed, lips pressing against your forehead. You had slipped into sleep as soon as you set your head on his chest, and Miguel couldn't only admire your exhausted, but beautiful face, the way your lips parted and eyes fluttered every now and then.

"And all mine, yeah?"

Miguel moved, blowing on a scented candle that was lighting up the room, and returned back to his previous position, arms unmoving as the two of you cozied up against each other. He was slipping into sleep, when he heard a queit murmur, no louder than a whisper.

"Mhm, all yours."

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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The Subject of Schoolgirl Fantasy

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Professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

for @ohbvnny and the many anons who asked for professor leon; hope ya like it! 💜 and thank you for your patience 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, teacher/student relations, kissing, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️

Title from Don’t Stand Too Close to Me by The Police

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“Class dismissed.”

Professor Kennedy waves everyone to the door, wristwatch catching the light drawing your attention to his forearms, (on mouth watering display since he rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt to his elbows).

You loiter at your desk, slowly gathering your things and reorganizing your bag as the last stragglers bolt out the door, glad to be finished for the week. It’s pure luck that Professor Kennedy is your last class on Friday’s, something you’re thankful for every weekend.

“Do you have some questions for me?” a low amused tone reaches your ears, drawing you out of your thoughts.

You meet Professor Kennedy’s warm, blue eyes, a ghost of a smile hovering at his lips.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip in embarrassment, “I kinda zoned out.”

“No worries,” he’s leaning back against his desk, one leg crossed over the other making his black slacks cling to his thick thighs.

He crosses his arms, making your mouth go dry at the strain it puts on his shirt; his biceps and chest are pressed right against the fabric making your knees feel weak.

“Actually I did want to mention something to you,” his eyes watch as you finally look back into his face.

“Sir?”

He grins at you, “That last test I gave, it seems you struggled pretty badly.”

You wince and duck your head down bashfully, “Yeah, I had a hard time learning the material.”

He tsks, “Now that just won’t do.”

You look back up at him and he tilts his head, sandy hair falling into one eye.

“I usually don’t offer, but would you like to earn some extra credit?”

You smile excitedly, “Yes, actually that would be great. Thank you, Professor.”

He chuckles, “Follow me to my office then.”

You fall behind him as he leaves the classroom and walks down to the end of the hall; he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door.

Opening it, he gestures for you to go inside first.

“It’s pretty quiet on Fridays,” he states as he shuts the door behind you, and twists the bolt to lock it when you’re not looking.

“I’m sure, most people are ready to go home,” you smile, feeling shy in his presence alone.

“I’ll bet. You have any raging parties to get to this weekend?”

You laugh at that, following him further into his office and taking a seat on the sofa.

“No, just headed home to study and get a head start on some things.”

As he moves over to his desk, dropping his keys on the mahogany surface, you get a chance to really take in the room. Spacious is the first thing that comes to mind followed by cozy. His desk is facing the entryway with bookcases all around. Against one wall is the sofa you’re sitting on and on the opposite wall just really run of the mill office art.

The sofa dips as he sits next to you, his thigh a hot brand against your leg. Internally, you’re squealing, so thankful you decided on wearing a cute skirt today. Leon pulls you from your thoughts again by handing you a bottle of water.

“Would offer a glass of scotch,” he tilts his glass at you, “but don’t know if you’re driving, sweetheart,” he winks at you as you take the bottle from him with a shaky hand.

“Oh thank you and I’m not—not driving that is,” you clear your throat, “I’ve never really had any scotch, so don’t know if I’d like it.”

“Really?” his blue eyes seem darker in his office, especially as they drag down then back up your body.

“Would you like to try some?”

He practically purrs as he leans forward into your personal space. You’re overtaken by his smoky cologne and sandalwood aftershave.

“Please.”

Your eyes droop as he tilts his glass against your bottom lip, mouth parting to take in the amber liquid he’s offering. He groans softly when he sees your throat swallow, tilting the glass higher for more scotch to pour out. You choke a little, liquid spilling out the sides of the glass all down your chin to drip down your neck.

Leon drops the empty glass on the carpeted floor and hungrily licks the trail of scotch. He starts at the base of your neck and follows the sticky tracks up to your mouth. With a sigh, you’re opening up for his thick tongue. He groans and licks messily into your mouth.

Pulling away, a silvery string of saliva bridges your mouths before you break it by licking your lips.

His eyes are hot and heavy as he moves to kneel on the carpet, in between your legs. You moan softly as he kneads your calves with warm hands.

“I enjoy the taste of scotch, but there’s another flavor that I’d like to try now,” he smirks at you, hands drifting up to your thighs.

You let out a shaky breath and part your legs further under his hungry gaze as he massages the fat of your thighs.

“Professor,” a mewling whimper escapes your lips as he rucks your skirt up to expose your dainty panties.

“Fucking criminal,” he groans, thumb rubbing over the little lace bow at the top of your underwear.

“Going to be a good student for me, sweetheart? Let me taste this hot little pussy?”

You nod and he grins, “Hold up your skirt for me then. There ya go, such a good girl.”

Your hands reach down and grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up til it’s above your hips all while he watches you. His strong jawline seems more pronounced when his brow furrows in concentration as he teases the band of your panties.

“You okay with this?” he murmurs up at you, finally dragging his eyes up to meet your gaze.

“Uh huh,” you nod so fast it makes his lips quirk up in a half smile.

In place of a reply, he places a soft kiss right on the damp spot of your panties. With a soft groan, he places more kisses on your clothed cunt. Both of his hands come up to the band of your panties and pulls it up until it’s tight against the lips of your pussy. He lathes his tongue across your slit, leaving a wet kiss on the outline of your clit.

Your legs twitch and spasm as he continues to slowly lick and kiss your pussy through your underwear.

“Please, sir,” you moan as he sucks your clit a little harder, eyes glinting wickedly up at you, “can I take them off?”

He pulls back with a low laugh, “No, gonna get these cute panties soaked before anything else happens.”

You watch as his hand reaches down to readjust his bulge in his slacks, making your mouth water and head dizzy.

“Save it for later,” he grins at you, hand coming down suddenly to spank across your wet underwear making you buck up with a whine.

“So responsive,” he muses, mouth going back to his slow torment on your needy cunt.

He keeps you there, legs spread before finally putting them over his shoulders, face buried against your panties as he licks and sucks your pussy through the cloth. It feels like forever when he finally pulls away, hands going to the band of your underwear and tugging them off. He watches greedily as your cunt is bared, clear strings of slick clinging to the gusset of your panties as he pulls them away from your pussy lips.

At seeing how wet you are, he wastes no time in slipping the soaked clothing off your legs and tucks them in his pocket. With a growl, he shoves his face against your pussy making you both moan.

“Taste so good,” he pulls away to spit on your pulsing clit, “been wanting to taste your pretty little cunt since the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh god,” you gasp, hands letting go of your skirt to tangle in his hair, “could’ve had it then.”

“Slut,” he rumbles with delight, “don’t worry, gonna give you what we both want.”

He presses suckling kisses to your pussy lips before fluttering his tongue against your drippy hole. With a sigh, he pushes his thick tongue into your soaked cunt, eagerly fucking his tongue in and out until you’re squirming against his mouth.

His hands grip your thighs harshly, bruises forming under his fingertips as he keep you in place.

“O-oh, so good,” you keen, hands tugging on his hair making him groan and nuzzle deeper into your folds, nose bumping and grinding against your swollen clit.

You hump his mouth, feeling your orgasm ramp higher and higher as that coil tightens in your belly.

“I’m close, Professor.”

Your moan ends on a pathetic whine as he pulls completely away from eating you out.

“That won’t do,” his mouth and chin are shiny with your slick making you go hot all over, “got to work for that extra credit, honey.”

He stands up, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down until he can pull his hard cock out. He strokes the shaft, pulling back the foreskin so you can see the precum drip from his fat tip down his knuckles. He manhandles you to lay down on the sofa, one leg thrown over the back with the other dangling off the edge of the cushions.

He slaps your clit with his cock, rocking back and forth so the tip drags through your slick folds getting him wet. You reach down to spread open your cunt, making it easier for Leon to rut against your pussy lips and the hood of your clit.

“Please,” your hips arch up into his frotting, “want it so much.”

“Let me go find a condom, sweet thing,” he goes to get up but your nails sink into his chest through his dress shirt.

“I’m on the pill,” you bite your lip out of nervousness, “I mean you can if you want, but I’m—“

“I’m not going to argue,” he chuckles, slapping your cunt with his dick, “not everyday I get to raw a hot little pussy.”

You whine, spine bowing as you try to press your sopping wet cunt against his dick, “Please, I’m so empty.”

He groans and finally quits teasing, pressing the head of his dick into your clenching hole. Your eyes roll back as he keeps rocking his dick deeper and deeper into your fluttering walls.

He laughs down at you, “Mmm yeah, this pretty pussy is sucking me in so good. Such a snug fit for me.”

You feel like your cunt is being split in half; he’s so thick and long, it has you whining constantly as he bottoms out.

“Such a good girl for me,” he presses himself down on you, body weight heavy and comforting.

You moan needily, hands gripping his shoulders, “S’deep.”

“I know,” his mocking voice is warm in your ear, “tiny pussy’s stretched out isn’t she?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, drooling as he pulls halfway out to thrust back in, grinding and rubbing all along your g-spot as his pelvis catches your pudgy clit.

“Taking me so well,” he praises making goosebumps trail down your arms, “this fat pussy’s gonna get a nice thick load, now isn’t that nice of me?”

“So nice,” you slur out, brain going fuzzy from how good Professor Kennedy’s making you feel.

He laughs again, picking up the pace to fuck into you hard and deep. One hand goes to grip the meat of your hip while the other slips down to circle and press against your sensitive clit. Your legs wrap around his waist, bare legs rubbing against his shirt sending little pulses of pleasure to your brain.

Your thighs twitch where they’re pressed against Professor Kennedy’s waist, toes starting to curl as he pounds against that spongy spot in your cunt, creating a mourning wave of pleasure. That band of arousal that has been winding tighter and tighter finally snaps.

Rough fingers pinch your clit as your pussy clamps down on his cock so tight it makes him hiss in pleasure. Your blood rushes to your head so fast it makes you dizzy, spine arching as your body tries to thrash under his; a high, keening cry slips from your mouth as he keeps teasing your swollen clit, extending your orgasm til tears bead your eyes.

“Good girl, so fucking good,” he groans, “gonna make me cum.”

“Yes, please, inside Professor Kennedy, want your cum,” you plead, eyes hazy as you give him a dopey smile, “feel’s nice.”

“Yeah? God, so good. Gonna fill you up,” he growls low in his throat as he pumps his cock into your cunt half a dozen times before burying himself deep in your spasming hole, walls still milking him.

You whine up at him as he bucks his hips into you, hot spurts of jizz painting your pussy walls white. He pants to catch his breath before pulling out of you with a low sigh. His cum oozes from your hole and he pushes it back in with dark eyes. He lifts his gaze and smirks at you.

“We’ll have to meet up more often, don’t think this was enough extra credit to help out with your poor grade.”

#lipglossanon #professor!leon s kennedy #professor!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #professor!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #professor!leon s kennedy smut #fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossmasterlist

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ruggiezz · 11 months

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bby ya que somos del mismo rancho :3)/ entenderas mejor este pedido esque queria saber si podrias hacer headcanons para los lideres de dormitorio, reaccionando a la costumbre de aqui de saludar siempre con un beso o dos en la mejilla o aveces incluso abrazar cuando son más amigos ^^ y yap, graciaaaas y agradecida por haber encontrado tu blog *beso en la frente*

— KISS ON THE CHEEK : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] them reacting to reader giving them a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (a latin american and hispanic tradition/custom) and them being hugged a lot when being friends (also a latin american thing). reader is yuu

[characters] housewardens (except for vil since i don't write for him)

[extra] YO TAMBIÉN HABÍA PENSADO EN LO MISMO ANON, tienes mucha razón, necesitamos más headcanons así. also, me hace muy feliz de que te guste mi blog 😭

★ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

He invited you and Grim to the next unbirthday party as the guests of honor. So when he arrives everybody has their eyes on both of you and Riddle approaches to where you're seated and greets you, what he wasn't expecting was you getting out of your seat and greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

Is flabbergasted pt.1 and he gets as red as a tomato. Inmediately begins screaming "Off with your head" and is only stopped when Ace and Deuce run towards you both and try to explain the situation.

He gets more relaxed now knowing that's just how people back in your world greet eachother, but please, don't do it in front of everyone again, or at least without warning him, Cater took a picture and posted it on magicam and Trey teased him for it. Apparently both of them knew and were eager to see his reaction.

Low-key really embarassed the rest of the unbirthday party, he can't stop thinking about it. Riddle makes a mental reminder to ask more about your culture now, just in case you surprise him out of nowhere again.

Also finds out about the hugging aspect when you two were studying for finals, when you hugged him excitedly when you passed a test thanks to his tutoring. He gets red again, but doesn't do anything to stop you from hugging him. Riddle can get used to it, but he won't probably ask for hugs unless you both are in a relationship, so ask him out already.

★ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona, for once, decided to eat at the cafeteria since Ruggie was sick that day and couldn't bring him his lunch. He sat alone on one table and nobody dared to approach him because if looks could kill, everbody that dared look at the housewarden would drop dead. That was until you spotted him and went to greet him. The whole cafeteria got dead silent when they saw you giving him a kiss on the cheek. THE Leona Kingschoalr being KISSED by the magicless human.

"Oi herbivore, you're really bold, aren't you? Daring to kiss me in front of everyone?" Leona looked at you with a grin, if it was another person that dared to do it and not you, he wouldn't have let it go, but it was you, so he is going to let it slide. Are you interested in him then?

Disappointed but not surprised when you explain that is a way of greeting people back in your world, but hey, at least he is in a better mood now, so you better sit and eat lunch with him (in silence).

When he overhears a first year Savanaclaw student, that doesn't like Leona, make fun of him, for going "soft", and you, for being "shameless" for that kiss, he's furious. The next day that student had to run an extra kilometer at morning training.

Regarding being hugged a lot, he doesn't mind, but he won't say that. He calls you "bold" and "fearless" for doing it, but doesn't stop you. Ruggie even saw you both asleep in the botanical garden while hugging. Maybe he has developed a soft spot for you after all.

★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO

I know I made headcanons of Azul being chilean, but Yana Toboso hasn't made it canon (smh octavinelle being latino in canon when) so I'll go with how he would react in canon.

Azul invited you to Mostro Lounge to taste the new menu he carefully planned as a way of raising the daily income. He greeted you at the entrance with Floyd and Jade behind him, when you suddenly gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"..."

"Shrimpy! I want a kiss on the cheek too! Why is only Azul getting one?"

Flabbergasted pt.2, give him a moment, he needs to sort out his thoughts. What just happened. Did the prefect just kiss him on the cheek out of nowhere? This wasn't part of the plan.

Jade interrupts his thoughts when he starts laughing at him, and Azul goes back to the real world and demands at explanation at you over what you just did.

He is still flustered even after you explain that's just a custom back in your world, but has to compose himself for the sake of the rest of the customers that are staring at him. He won't mention it again the rest of his life, unless you greet him like that the next time. Needless to say, Azul got teased by the tweels after who just wouldn't let it go.

Azul is also very flustered when you hug him out of nowhere when he helps you out with an assigment "on the house". Is this also a custom of your country? It is? Oh, he's a little dissapointed you "don't mean it" in a romantic way, since he's been interested in you for a while. Just don't hug him in front of Jade and Floyd, because: (1) They will make fun of him (2) Floyd will squeeze you.

★ KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim organized a huge party celebrating that he passed his finals exams and every dorm was invited, which meant you were invited too. While Jamil was running around Scarabia trying to make sure everything was in the right place and making sure there was enough food, Kalim was waiting excitedly near the entrance for you to arrive.

When you arrived and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he stood there shocked for a second while Jamil had a heart attack right then and there. After like 5 seconds of Kalim thinking about what just happened, he gave you a kiss back and greeted you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You didn't even explain what it meant, he just ran with it, excited that you gave him a kiss.

Kalim doesn't care whether it's a greeting or a romantic gesture, he's just happy you're here. He's whipped for you and will accept anything you give him. Jamil agressively disagrees, he is the heir of a wealthy family, someone could see this and misinterpret the situation, but Kalim doesn't care either way and will now greet you with a kiss on the cheek, if this makes you feel more at home then he will gladly do it!

He eagerly accepts your hugs, his love language is physical touch, so he's sooo happy when you hug him, even if it's out of nowhere. Give him all the hugs you want, no need to warn him. Kalim will make it an habit to surprise you with a hug from behind, be free to do it too!

★ IDIA SHROUD

The only one that isn't getting kissed in public. He invited you to his room to play this new videogame that just dropped. Idia had bought some snacks and brought some blankets so you wouldn't be cold when you suddenly arrived and kissed him. Idia.exe has stopped working.

Flabbergasted pt.3, he couldn't even utter the word "hello" he was going to say. He's literally that "what happened to hello? how are you? my name is?" audio on tiktok. He stands there looking at the wall behind you for around 2 minutes, in total silence. So you're both standing there in silence, even after you explain to him that it's a way of greeting someone where you come from.

Idia's soul probably left his body and had to come back because he just couldn't throw you out of his room to have a minute of self-reflection and to think about the meaning of the universe and why we're all here and-

His whole hair is pink and he just fiddles with his videogame controller the whole afternoon, only replying with short words. If you apologize to him he will get even MORE flustered and start panicking over what to do.

It's the same thing regarding hugs, his hair will turn pink and he will scream internally, give him 5 business days to recover, please. It's not that he hates you or doesn't respect your culture, it's just that Idia isn't used to physical affection by other than his brother and ocassionally, his parents. But he low-key likes it, just give him a few weeks to get used to it.

★ MALLEUS DRACONIA

He visits Ramshackle's garden every night, it's his favorite part of the day since you're the only one that doesn't care much about him being "royalty" and isn't walking around eggshells with him. But he's surely surprised when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

"You're certainly bold, child of man. You surprise me every day"

Were you trying to court him? Was this your way of telling him his feelings were mutual? No? It's just a human way to greet each other? He needs to cancel the wedding he was already planning then, a shame. What a disappointment, and you can see he's upset over it because you catch him pouting when he thought you weren't looking.

Sebek almost has a heart attack when he sees you greeting Malleus with a kiss on the cheek when you arrive to Diasomnia. He has never screamed so loud, the glass on the windows almost broke, people in Heartslabyul say they even heard it. Lilia stops him from separating you from Malleus, thankfully.

Malleus enjoys your hugs, they are warm and it makes him feel fuzzy. He even asked Lilia what was this feeling was. Please give him more hugs, he deeply enjoys it. He just assumes it's another human custom, and he's eager to learn more about your culture, please do tell him more. Now you have another topic to talk about in your night walks.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al-asim x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #kalim x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fluff

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caramelarchive · 5 months

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Can I request maybe how the death note trio react to reader being too shy to hold their hand? Like Reader obviously wants to hold their hands but doesn’t know if it is ok (you don’t have to write for the trio you can pick a single character to write for)

oh. my. gaaaahkjsbdjjshjdhd yes. thank you anon for asking this!!! I wrote it more story-ish than bullet point headcanons so I hope it's okay :)

I also included how I think they would actually hold your hands... I realised when writing this I had headcanons for that??

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

can you tell L's hands are my favourite thing. like, ever.

╾ To Hold Your Hand

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

L 🍰

L had oddly feminine hands. They were much larger than most women's, sure, but so slender and delicate. His fingers were pale. Well, L never went outside, so that was to be expected. But still. You couldn't help but wonder, as you looked at him absentmindedly running those wonderful fingers through his hair or a bowl of sweets, how they would look with the nails painted black.

Or, even better, how they would look intertwining with your own fingers.

L, being L, noticed your gaze rather quickly. He looked at you, looked at you looking at him, and the edges of his lips slowly curved into what might just be called a smile. He tilted his head in a nod of acknowledgement and went back to work. The detective's fingers ran over the keyboard, applying calculated pressure as he pressed down each key with a soft chuk.

You wanted to hold his hands.

So, so very badly.

And yet L was so, so very likely to decline the offer. He didn't like showing affection in "such manners." And he needed both his hands, too, for working.

But they looked so warm and soft.

"L?"

"Yes?" as he typed away.

"...Never mind."

Silence for a moment. He picked up a cupcake with two fingers and pressed it into the palm you were resting on the table.

"This is what you wanted?"

You smiled as his fingers rested against your skin. They were shockingly cold and somewhat sticky, but so soft. "Yes."

L nodded in satisfaction at this and went back to work. You ate your mini cupcake with one hand, leaving the other one palm up on the desk in the hope that L's spectacularly analytical mind would apply its skills to you for once.

You looked at his hands longingly in the silence. Would it be okay if you reached over and touched it? You didn't know.

Well, you had to find out sometime, right?

Your hand inched across to L's, and you rested your pinky against his, curling your finger around L's after a moment. He looked down in surprise at the feeling, staring for a minute, then gently picked up your hand and placed it back on the desk. Away from the keyboard.

...Oh.

He glanced back at you after a minute, his eyes wide and his lips straight. It was, as ever, impossible to determine his thoughts. So you just waited as he stared at you, an internal monologue likely going through his mind.

L reached over and turned your hand around, flattening your palm into the table.

And he hesitated.

And then he placed a large, cold, soft, perfect hand on top of yours.

Light 🖋️

"Light," you groaned, falling back a little to rest against a tree.

"Hold on, sorry," he says, placing a hand to the speaker of his phone. "What is it?"

You gave him a glare. "We're on a date. Stop calling Misa and just walk with me. Come on, it's such a nice day!"

"I know, Y/N. It's imperative I maintain a positive relationship with Misa for work. Just give me a minute." He continued his conversation with the girl and you let out a quiet sigh, grumbling to yourself as you kicked little rocks across the floor.

This was the third date you'd been on recently where Light had been distracted the entire way through. Last time he even started writing what appeared to be notes on the Kira case beneath the table, his eyes on you but his attention elsewhere. As always.

Your gaze drifted across the pavement, stopping at Light's feet for a moment before trailing up his body. You halted again at the sight of his hand on the phone.

His somewhat loose grip tightened suddenly, along with his expression. That caught your attention for two reasons.

One, he seemed cross with Misa.

And two, you were suddenly enamoured with his hands. They looked strong.

You took three quick steps across from Light, yanked his phone from his hand, and pressed "end call." Light looked at you in shock and you simply slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Come on, you can tell Misa the connection dropped out. Just come walk with me."

Light sighs, before a smile starts pulling at his lips. "Alright. I suppose you're right. It is a rather nice day." He starts striding along, eyes half closed and head tilted back. He puts one hand, the one further away from you, in his pocket. Green-tinted shadows fall over his face as you walk between trees.

You keep glancing at his other hand. The hand that had just previously displayed an oddly surprising firmness. It hung loosely at his side now, knuckles prominent as he swung it in time with his stride.

It was a very nice hand. Oh, you started imagining just looking at his callused fingers, at the just-visible veins running from wrist to fingers.

If only he'd hold your hand the same way he was holding that phone. His grip soft, loose, then tightening suddenly when you... when what? Maybe his hand would grip yours tightly if you kissed him. Maybe if he saw another guy looking at you. Maybe, just maybe, if you simply asked him to.

You could feel your cheeks filling with colour as you stared.

You wanted to ask Light if you could hold his hand. You wanted to have the courage to just reach over without even asking.

But he hadn't said a word for a while now. Perhaps he was a little cross with you. Perhaps he was thinking about Kira. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Any of the many options had you feeling horribly shy and awkward to just hold Light's hand. Your boyfriend's hand. So you just stared and imagined as the blood rushed to your head.

And then Light noticed.

He smiled. Probably the sweetest smile you'd ever seen from him. His eyes opened all the way, then narrowed to slits. He looked for a moment like he was going to tease you as he stopped walking, bending his head so his nose brushed yours.

But he didn't say a mocking word. He didn't say anything at all. He knew it would ruin the moment.

Light took your hand, his clasping yours at a perfect diagonal. It was warm, a little rough, and the best thing that had ever happened to you.

He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, chuckled at how you bit your lips, and gave your hand that affirming, possessive, strong squeeze you'd been hoping for.

A smile played over your face at that squeeze. It was the perfect hand-hold in every way.

It felt like...

Like he was holding your heart in his hands.

Bonus: How Misa Holds Hands 💝

She'd start off with her hands in the same position as Light does above, but much softer and more delicate. Misa would nuzzle into your side, then her fingers would intertwine with each of yours, her neatly painted fingernails tapping against your skin.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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lueurjun · 2 months

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ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that loves the gym

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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . anon ,, hello !! i was wondering if i could request a enhypen with gym rat s/o? i took my friends to the gym w me (they wanna beef up, their words exactly) and they were genuinely shocked when i got on some of the machines to demonstrate for them😭😭

˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hi sweet ! i really hope this was okay for you — this is just hyung line [ refer to my pinned post as to why ] so i hope you’re okay with this. also ! teach me your ways ! we love a talented gym icon like yourself—ps. i’m sorry for how long this took, i was caught with a serious case of writers block and just couldn’t seem to like any of the drafts i did.

★ ! H E E S E U N G

FLABBERGASTED

jaw on the ground

literally unable to look away

me when i see u fr 🫨

a cute gym date where you’d work out together turned into him literally gawking at you

bro fr said🧍‍♂️

he knew you were consistent at the gym, the results were right before his eyes whenever he saw you

but he wasn’t aware of how effortless it was for you

yo he lowkey high-key loved it

let’s be honest, he spends the majority of the session just watching you

he’d still be on his first machine by the time you’re almost done

gym people have my full respect, i start seeing stars after my ten min pilaties work out

once the first wave of shock had washed off, it’s replaced with something else

a feeling in the pit of his stomach which has him seeing you in a different light

mind out of the gutter you filthy animal

he’d never been more attracted to you than when he saw you tearing it up on those machines

the way you can tell i’ve never stepped foot inside a gym before-

“are you good?”

you’d ask him, taking a moment to catch your breath

there’s slight concern creeping up your spine as you watch him

he’s just standing with his mouth half open

you: 🏋️‍♀️/🏋️ him:🧍‍♂️🫠

“me? yeah! perfectly fine”

there’s literally drool sliding down his chin and his voice is at least an octave higher

despite his obvious amazing acting skills when it comes to acting like he wasn’t about to combust

you do notice that he becomes quite clingy during your break

imagine him wrapping himself around you like a koala whilst you stand and just drink your water, holding up his weight like it’s no big deal 💪

once his clinging streak starts

yeah that break signals the end of your workout because he is not letting you go

like at all

you practically have to carry him out of the gym

that should be me 😤 you should be carrying me

★ ! J A Y

i see him being slightly competitive with you

but in a sweet romantic way

it would be your little thing!

bashing my head against a wall bc competitive romance 🫶

he was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you at first

because you’re a warrior on those machines

but he actually manages just fine which is how it turned into a competition between you both

“bet you can’t do 6 sets”

“bet.”

if i got the terminology correct i want a cookie and your hand in marriage STAT if not then at least still give me a cookie

gym couple goals

jay definitely posts those pinterest aesthetic gym selfies with you

in my world he is a pinterest addict LET ME HAVE THIS

the two of you would definitely go viral on pinterest too

sometimes the other members tag along and just have to sit and watch the two of you threaten to bash each other with weights

they pretend to vomit when he kisses you after threatening to push one of the machines on top of you

that’s so romantic to me shut up

you both try to outrun each other on the treadmill

and you pretend not to notice him slowing down so you can win

you’d probs beat him even if he didn’t but we’ll let him have his moment

dabbing each others sweat away which turns into the two of you hitting each other with the towel

him holding your water bottle up to your lips and just holding it whilst you drink it

me in the back laying on the treadmill just letting it fling me off because you’re the cutest

without a doubt gym dates are your thing

and dare you say, your favourite dates of all time

★ ! J A K E

without a doubt he buys you matching gym gear

a lot like heeseung in the sense that he will spend the majority of the time just gawking at you

finds you the absolute hottest when you’re in the zone, he cannot cope

you’d be having him hyperventilating fr

supportive supportive supportive!!!

did i mention supportive?

he’s the type to stand behind you and pat your thigh, offering words of encouragement when he senses that you’re tired

“you got it! you got this! one more.”

didn’t think that through before i typed it- 😬

“i might die.”

“i’ll carry you home, you got this.”

he does in fact carry you home

likes having you in front of him when he’s doing his own work out

he claims your face gives him encouragement and who are you to deny him as such?

supportive lovers 🫶 iwillbestargazingintheroadtonight

definitely makes you lay beneath him whilst he does press-ups, making sure to kiss you every single time

does the same when you’re doing press-ups

basically press-ups = kiss central

and i personally find that rather romantic 😌

jake is the proudest boyfriend ever

loves seeing your progress and listening to you talk about it

if you’re the type to log down your workouts and meal plan then he likes to sit and read through it and will put smiley face stickers in the corner of each page

jake has a collection of stickers stashed somewhere because i said so

the gentleman he is will move the equipment after you’re done so you can get straight onto the next one

he doesn’t even work out at this point he just spends his time doting on you

celebratory ( and sweaty ) hugs once you’re done because you deserve them

★ ! S U N G H O O N

ngl i struggled with this one

i’m running off 0 sleep let me live

i like to think that he admires you from afar

he loves that you love to work out and is super proud of your process in a silent way

i can definitely see him working out with you but separately

like the two of you do your own thing but with the added comfort of knowing that the other is nearby

i’d sit on the sidelines cheering you both on like WOOOO GO SUNGHOON ! WOOO GO Y/N !! WOOOOOO ! like that 😌

sometimes when sunghoon is resting, he’ll admire you whilst taking sips of his water

you definitely make him nervous especially when you catch him watching

smirk at him and he’ll go into cardiac arrest

he’s so real for that

no but genuinely he’s so enamoured by you

enamoured 🤓

the two of you gazing at each other every now and then whilst on one of the machines

he almost dropped a weight on his foot because you winked at him and he lost all feeling in his body

not you almost breaking his foot 😭😭

protective of each other

the gym is your sanctuary so if anyone comes in and tries to ruin that by approaching you in a manner neither of you like

you’re both ready to start throwing weights around

imagine you just launch a dumbbell at someone for eyeing him up HA

forced couple selfies

as in you ask him to take one with you and he pretends like he hates it but makes the photos his lockscreen, his homescreen, his laptop homescreen, his ipad homescreen

basically any homescreen he can find

bro would plaster it on a display tv in a shop if he was allowed

yeah bro definitely hates taking couple selfies, sure sounds like he absolutely despises them 🙄

shy kisses on the cheek when the workout is over as a ‘well done, im proud of you’

gosh let me have what you two have i cannot

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soaked4mk · 2 months

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face sitting raiden? he would definitely love ts and wanna suffocate under your thicc thighs prove me wrong.

Can I Taste You? // Raiden x Reader smut shot

👽:Oooh, how bout I prove you right, anon. Because I TOTALLY AGREE SKSKSKSK. I kept this one short and sweet. (Not proof read)

⚠️: Low key exhibitionism?, Face sitting/Cunnilingus

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★ You and raiden were training in the fields, practicing your moves with each other, enjoying the shared moment as you admired each others skill set.

★ The weather was perfect for your favorite tank top and spandex shorts. You finish kicking one of the dummy’s before turning to Raiden, asking for a friendly sparring match, hoping it would invigorate your skills a bit more.

★ “Of course, Y/N…” he responded with a friendly demeanor. “Can I get a kiss first?” He cutely asked as he approached you.

★ You smile and nod, gladly giving him a sweet, but short kiss on the lips. Raiden would hold the back of your neck gently, as the kiss deepened a little bit, you smiled against his lips, tugging at his lower one with your teeth, separating before it would distract you two from the matter at hand.

★ Seemingly charged up from the affection, Raiden is getting into position. While you do your own stance, you motion for him to make the first move.

★ He nods before sprinting towards you with a flying kick, you easily dodge it as he stumbles forward a bit. you had practically seen it coming from a mile away. Smirking before landing a solid jab to his side, you decide to taunt him a little.

★ “Wow, great first blow, champion~.” Raiden regains his balance again, before turning to you, rolling his eyes at your teasing remark. “Be careful with your teasing, we’ve only just begun.” He smiled a bit as he went back in, sweeping a foot under your legs, dropping you to the ground below.

★ “nngh- damn…” you immediately go to get back up but raiden steps over you, entrapping you between both of his legs, folding his buff arms over his chest as he looks down at you, with a small smirk creeping onto his lips.

★ “See what I mean? You seemed to have spoken too soon. A common mistake that Kung Lao makes…” you weren’t even listening to his lighthearted scolding. looking up at his towering figure, you swallow a bit at the angle you were getting, face flushing, you turn your head in an attempt to regain your composure.

★ You swiftly move out from beneath his legs, sliding your way behind him and quickly getting to your feet, grabbing both his shoulders you manage to throw him to the ground, back first. And with a thud, he let out a small sound.

★ “Fast…very fast…” he coughed a bit, as he attempted to get back up, but this time you stood over him, looking down at the demi-god as you stood over him, casting a shadow over him, with a sly smirk playing across your lips. Happy with the way the tables have turned.

★ “Thanks, I try.” You smugly agree as you examine his facial expressions. His chest was heaving a bit, eyes glossed as they flickered over your form towering above him. His cheeks seemed to have flushed just like yours did earlier.

★ Raiden then suddenly grabbed both of your ankles, sweeping you to the ground, causing you to fall on top of him. Panicking, as you didn’t want to lose the spar just yet, you quickly sit up, scrambling to pin his wrists down, as he fights against it.

★ “Ugh— just!” A bit frustrated, you finally decide to just use your strong suit. Your legs. You quickly bring a knee down on Raidens shoulder, pinning it to the ground beneath, as you do the same with your other. Almost sitting in a ‘w’ pose, on top of his chest, you now had him at your mercy.

★ “Yeah! Try and get outta this one ‘God of Thunder��. you mock, as you bask in the moment of dominance you held over your partner, too busy celebrating to notice how his eyes were tracing along your inner thighs. Seemingly lost in his thoughts. Your eyebrows knitted together as you noticed his head was practically between your legs!

★ Realizing this, you clear your throat a bit, attempting to get off of him. you shift to stand—only for his hands to escape beneath the pin you held, and lightly smack on each thigh, keeping you in place. Raiden's eyes were clouded with lust as he looked up at you.

★ “C-can I taste you…please~?” He practically begged as he kissed your inner thigh, feeling a small, electric shock from the contact. The sensation made you buck your hips slightly. “Raiden…right here…?” You ask, looking around the secluded field.

★ He nodded “mhmm~.” his eyes never left yours, kissing and licking the skin of your inner thighs, kneading the plushness of them as he left small love bites. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him going down on you in the middle of these training grounds.

★ “I-I don’t know…rai.” You stammer a bit, biting your lower lip as his kisses continue. “Well, I certainly do.” He slyly remarked, bringing his gaze to your soaked spandex. “It’s just…what if we get caught?” “Trust me, Y/N…” He encouraged, nipping a bit at the edge of your shorts, sliding his tongue along your panty line. “We won’t.”

★ Taken aback by the sudden boldness of your lover, you hesitated before reconciling. “A-alright but, should we at least move—

★ You were cut off as he pulled you up closer to his face, burying his nose into the heat between your thighs. Licking your wetness through your thin spandex, you held back a moan, trying your best from throwing your head back in pleasure. you whined as your hips began to grind, rubbing your clothed pussy against his tongue, aching for more.

★ “Mmmh~” Raidens groans were muffled as he nuzzled into your wet cunt even more, tracing the outline of your soaked pussy through the soaked fabric. “Hmff~ mmmh~” Struggling to keep your eyes on the man, a red flush taking over your face completely, as the vibrations of his moans sent shocks of pleasure through your clit.

★ Lapping his tongue a bit more, you bucked your hips, in hopes that he would read your signals and further his actions. He hummed once again, before tapping his right hand on your thigh. Catching the drift, since he was still pinned beneath you, you pulled your shorts to the side for him, causing him to smile against your inner thigh.

★ His gaze lingers on your soaked core, admiring the warmth that radiated, before pulling you more onto his face, causing your weight to settle on him, he begins to go down on you in a robust way, fucking you onto his tongue as he groans in pleasure from the taste of your essence.

★ His cock throbbed against the restraints of his pants, keeping his focus on you, encasing your cunt with the heat of his tongue, flicking your clit rhythmically in the process.

★ “R-rai~…” Whimpering as he keeps his pace exact. Pushing you further to the edge, you felt a knot forming in your stomach, clenching your thighs inwardly, Raiden gently forced them apart, to keep you in place for just a bit longer. “You’re doing so good~” he cooed as he continued.

★ Raiden had ejaculated in his pants at this point. as his tongue stayed at work, his grip tightens on each thigh, sending small sparks of electricity from his fingertips to emit through your body, throwing your head back and riding his face,feeling his nose tease your sensitive clit with each small thrust, you cry out in pleasure.

★ Your climax was imminent, as his ministrations help bring you closer to it. you pant out a warning before arching your back, body tensing up as you release yourself onto Raidens tongue and face. whining as your body trembles on top of your lover. Raiden finishes lapping up the remaining juices you released, gently sliding you away from his face, and onto his chest. Panting a bit to catch his own breath.

★ “You taste wonderful.” He stated simply before shifting you sit on his lap, pulling you into a kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue as he cupped your face to deepen it. After a moment, you two separate, and you gently get off of him, sitting on the ground as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. (Or not)

★ Raiden stands up, wiping his chin from any remaining essence you had so thoughtfully shared with him, offering out his strong hand. You gladly take it, smiling as you stand up, beside him. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, beautiful.” Raiden suggested while taking your hand in his, leading you away from the field.

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#mk fandom #raiden x you #raiden x reader #rainyworx #rainyresponds #mortal kombat smut #raiden mortal kombat #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x you #i would die for him #he’s so cute #ride his face all day FOR REAL 😳#mk raiden #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage

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barbatosgossipsection · 2 months

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I low-key adore that Asmo doesn't get that many kissing scenes. It's either a beautiful love note to everyone out there that doesn't see physical affection as the be-all end-all for intimacy, or it's Asmo deadass calling you too ugly to kiss LMAO

Nah but seriously, Asmo ends up expressing his affection for you in so many different ways. I think it's a shame that some people can't see that just because it's not in the form of a kiss all the time.

— Anon

#barbatosgossipsection #obeyme #obey me #omswd #confession #queuecifer #asmo obey me #asmodeus obey me

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star-sim · 1 month

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AAA IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU VANNIE!!! (can i call you that?)

you're literally slaying, and hot gf x nerd bf is a hill i will die on idc idc

also yes i'm viet!! it was so funny bc even though he didnt have my block i kept seeing him EVERYWHERE. plus, his entire friend group was staring at me LMAO (esp this one guy- like it was intense idk if it was cause i looked good or rly bad ngl). dw i made sure he saw my ao dai 😭 but it was technically dress down day- everyone still had to wear collared shirts and its actually so unfair that some ppl can just look like that. the short sleeves. im ruined. sobbing. but yes!! 60 degrees is warm for us if there is sun! i was fully sweating outside j w my ao dai

and it went abt as well as i expected- besides my friend group and his friend group, everyone is white, soo i got some strange comments

what's funny is i was teaching them to make banh mi, and they didnt?? know?? what?? pate?? was? so this one girl asked, and i told her it was liver, and the face she made was so funny to me bc she's literally french.. like girl.. your ancestors are the reason viet people put pate in banh mi

more examples: "is pork pig?" "is that radish? *is pointing to green onions*" and not a SINGLE person knew how to use a knife i actually fear for these rich spoiled losers when they grow up

but anyways i'm actually back to my "i hate him" phase rn sooo

-key !

HI KEY I SAW ALL UR OTHER ASKS IM GONNA ADDRESS ALL OF THEM HERE

VIET SOLIDARITY FR!!!

first of all ik u served in that ao dai... never seen a viet girl look bad in my life.. they were def staring at you because 1) u looked great and/or 2) they knew abt how he feels abt u..

like i always stare down my friends' crushes to intimidate them

oh girl im so sorry :( some ppl are so nasty for some reason... like how r we out here taking asian media and doing asian makeup but we cant respect asian people. i'd get so mad i'd start swinging

ok next ask

he seems at the very least interested in you

like hes listening to your conversations and making himself known to you

except he sounds like an asshole...

i mean if ur into that, by all means keep pursing him, but i am his biggest hater rn...

WHAT HAPPENED NOW DID HE DO SOMETHING

#star-sim #vanya-talks #★: anon key !!

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dreamauri · 5 months

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Hey girlie! I miscliked on the vote… more spy! max please. Also everyone accidentally miscliked as well (source: trust me bro) if they didn’t they don’t need to be here for any au. Keep killin’ it! 🩵

┊𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗦𝗧 - P2 ┊─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ┊as spies from opposing countries, you each ┊try to beat each other to success, but sometimes, ┊you're going to need to be frenemies. ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( spy! max verstappen x spy! fem! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( fluff ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 1, 174 )

★ ☆ you have my heart anon 💗😔🫶 ━━━━━

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"Where even are we?" "Can you stop nagging me." You huffed, shoving his shoulder in front of the door. Last thing you should be doing right now was be hanging out in a suburb in the middle of the night when Spain has something so dangerous they didn't even tell you during mission briefing.

You reached from behind him, ringing the bell before climbing up the house. "What are you doing?" Max scoffed watching you pull a window open and fall in. The Dutch rolled his eyes, ready to climb up after you when the front door swung open. Blue and green eyes met, both bodies freezing at the sight of each other. And for a good few seconds, Charles and max stood there like dears caught in headlights.

Well, until one attacked. The fight quickly escalated and they were wrestling each other on the floor, Charles with a knife he someone got and max weapon-less. And that continued for a few moments, holding each other in gut wrenches when they caught a tinny little giggle. Looking up, they found you standing down the hall, an amused grin on your face as you carried the 5-year-old girl on your hip.

"I didn't know you two got along so well." You teased, watching the two men pull away glaring at each other. Charles kept an eye on Max as he walked towards you, gently hugging you and taking his daughter from you. "What's he doing here?" He whispered in English so the toddler wouldn't understand.

"We need your help." You shrugged, putting your hands in your pockets. "No. Nuh uh. I'm on vacation. No work for me."

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"Are you all set?" The same guy who didn't want to help you earlier, asked, his sleepy daughter in his arms as he looked between you and max through the front door. "As set as i can be while working with a Dutch spy." You hummed pulling a beanie on and stuffing your gloved hands into your new winter jacks.

Max nudged you with a frown. "You're the one that threatened me to be here." He reminded you with a scoff. "Yeah so they kill you instead of me." You gave him a fake smile patting his chest. "Ciao, Carli." You wave to the little girl before walking away and dragging Max along. "Now what?" He asked you once the door shut behind you. You simply pulled a pair of car keys, embedded with the famous prancing horse. "You did not." "He won't mind."

The drive was long trying to figure out and formulate a plan. Even just trying to figure out what on the flash drive. Well, Max had no guesses because he wasn't assigned on the mission to hunt for the flash drive . . .

You two did end up stopping at a place to stay for the night. You rented a room with a tiny small inn. You of course took dibs on the bed and left your subordinate the floor. Dutch spy or not, you're not sharing a bed with Max Verstappen and your defiantly not going to sleep on the floor so Max Verstappen can stay warm.

Well, you always thought and stood by that. Why would a woman like you waste your time with a Dutch man like him. He's Dutch, plain and simple. There's no reason for your conscious to wring you like this. You just wanted to sleep, and it was late. With a sigh, you peaked over the edge of the small bed, looking down at the passed out blond.

Maybe you were being too cruel? His body was curled in on himself and he was using his arm as a pillow. This defiantly wasn't fair to him, but life wasn't fair at all now was it. Not you either, now the one with one lass pillow and zero blankets. With a huff under your breath. Gently, you draped the blanket over his body wich started him awak.

"I don't want to be owing you any favours in the future." Max was confused, still half asleep as he took the pillow you offered, passing out again in the blink of an eye. You'd watched him shake and practically get shot in his chest 70 times in his sleep the other night, he deserves at least some proper rest. Now it was your turn, but it looks like you're not going to catch any shut eye tonight.

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You breathed out, blowing into your hands. Winter was rolling in and you hated working in the cold. You flinched upon feeling someone touch your head. It was just Max, fixing your icecap over your head. "If we're gonna work together. I'd rather you not die from hypothermia. I don't need France on my ass." You rolled you eyes as you continued to walk.

You quietly approached the fence separating you from the so called factory. It was still running, but clearly not crawling factory workers as it should've. The night was dark enough to disguise you and Max as you sneaked your way into the property and through a window into the window.

Max had memorized the blue prints to the building and you'd assessed the areas with high possibilities of which could contain your desired object. And so you split up. Max took a right and you took a left. But that didn't feel right, to Max at least. He'd rather stay close to you. Things always go bad when a force is divided. The sneaky walking continued and soon enough, Max found himself face to face with Carlos Sainz, the other Spanish spy. And it went rough.

It didn't take Max long to go around and find you. The drive was no where and neither was Fernando. But you weren't anywhere either. Where were you?

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A grunt left your lips as Fernando pulled your bloodied body up from your chin. "I don't need this anymore." He dropped the drive in front of you. You frowned in confusion as you looked down at the now crushed metal piece.

You tried to reach for it only to be reminded of your cuffed limbs, and absolutely aching and sore body. "I don't think you even knew what was on it. Probably because your boss knew you'd destroy it instead of bringing it."

"Well, either way. You can have it now. It was just a recipe. I don't need it now that I have my cake." "You're not gonna win." You seethed only to find your body drop on the floor. "I already did. You're lover Max wont be able to do anything about it."

"Max is not—" You huffed through your nose as Fernando slammed the door shut behind him. "My lover." You finished the sentence to yourself, fixing your laying position so you were at least comfortable.

"I love my life." Sarcasm dripped from your tone. You were stuck. There was no way you could get yourself out of this rat trap.

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blossominghunnie · 8 months

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Soft and fluffy bf!treasure Jihoon pleaseee

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: Hope you like it, anon! Thanks for requesting. 🥰

Work id, wallet, sunglasses, phone and headphones.

Okay, I’ve got everything. Y/n thought as she looked through her bag.

“I’m going now, honey! I’ll be back at 6:30!” She talked loudly, so her boyfriend could hear her from their shared bedroom, where he was getting dressed to start with his day too.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, love?” He asked as he walked out of the door and towards her.

“Oh, right.” She grabbed his cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, leaving him shooked and red as a tomato. A sight that Y/n didn’t see often, it was usually the other way around.

“I meant this, but thanks.” He pointed to the bowl where they kept their car keys.

“Oh.” She giggled. “Oops.”

“My turn.” He gave hugged her softly by the waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush.

“I’ll see you later.” They smiled at each other “Have a great day, my love.”

“You too, honey.”

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mingiswow · 9 months

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Pynk | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x fem!reader

Words: +2,8k

Genre: fluff, established relationship, smut, first time

Smut warning: first time having sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, strapon use, unprotected sex (queer people gets stds too, practice safe sex everybody), multiple orgasms,

⚠ MINORS DNI! If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

A/n: thx anon for another request and sorry it took me so long. My mind has been weird lately and my adhd has been killing me. Hope you like that 🫶

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You sighed as you felt your girlfriend’s hands running up and down your now naked legs, getting so close from the part where the fire was coming from. She chuckled at how sensitive you were. Hwasa was barely touching you and you were already losing it. How cute.

It was supposed to be one of your traditional movie nights. It has been almost half a year since you and Hyejin started dating and one of your favorite activities was staying at home, watching movies, maybe drinking some wine, maybe eating some snacks, but all you needed was each others’ company. It was supposed to be just the two of you cuddling and watching the pick of that night, portrait of a lady on fire, she promised you you’d enjoy. She forgot to say how.

She figured out you were a virgin quite a while ago. It wasn't something hard to see to be honest, how you got flushed every time she touched you a bit harder or squeezed your thighs. How you would shudder when she would purposefully run her finger like feathers through your arm or waist. Pores bristling and a hint of tint on your cheeks. It was cute though.

So when a more heated scene between the protagonists started, she felt you fidget in between her legs, a smirk dancing on her lips. Hyejin held your legs in place, squeezing the soft skin and without realizing you left a whine.

“What is it, baby?” she asked, provoking you, hands on your crotch, touching the waistband of your panties. “I can’t guess what you want if you don’t tell me” you whined, hips raising with neediness.

But you couldn’t say anything. Too shy. Too horny. Too needy. All you could do was whine and grab her arms, trying to move them to your core.

“I won’t do anything before you tell me what you want, princess.” she lifted her body to get to your ear, whispering seductively, “How will I know how to fuck you if you don’t tell me? Besides, your consent is key”.

You almost cried when she licked the spot behind your ear to the pulse in your neck. You could feel your panties sticking to your labia, heat pooling the more she provoked you.

You reunited all the strength and bravery you could have inside of you before stuttering the words.

“T-touch… please” she grinned at you.

“Where, my love?”

“Here” you grabbed her hand and put on top of your pantie, immediately feeling the light blue cotton stick to you even more with the weight.

“You want me to touch your pussy?” you nodded eagerly, eyes glossy with need. Hwasa pulled your panties down and you hissed the sudden cold air. “See? Was it that hard?” you nodded and she giggled at you. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of you, ok? I’ll make sure your first time will be perfect”.

You threw your head back because as soon as she finished speaking her finger moved from bottom to top collecting your juices. The sensation of having someone else’s finger in you being almost overwhelming. In the best way possible. She was slow, too slow for your taste. But to say she was as overwhelmed as you as an understatement.

She loved you. Loved you with all her heart. And, for her, to know that you trusted her enough to let her be the first one to make love to you was beyond what her heart could handle.

The first thing Hyejin did was to play with your clit, slowly circling the hardened bud with the tip of two of her fingers. Low moans started to slip past your lips, eyes closed just enjoying the pleasure. Her eyes were fidgeting between looking at your face to see your reactions, so she could not only learn what you liked but admire your pleasured face, and your glistening opening.

The woman replaced her fingers in your clit with her mouth, her name leaving your mouth without a second thought, your hands flying to her hair. Her plump lips sucked harshly on your already very stimulated clit, tongue licking along, making you feel things you never felt before. Your mind was starting to fog up and become blank. You couldn’t think of anything else besides her movements on you. She was feasting out of you like a starved woman, like you were her last meal.

You almost exploded when she inserted her middle finger inside your hole, her long finger reaching places you never had by yourself. You felt that knot that you barely could reach whenever you touched yourself starting to tighten up. So fast. You thought to yourself but the overwhelming delicious experience was almost too much for you.

“C-lose” you stuttered, voice hoarse with how much you had moaned and whined so far. If you kept at this rate you’d not speak the next day.

Hwasa didn’t say anything, she just added another finger to your hole, filling you up with her digits. So so good. She started pumping in and out with such rapidity, the long fingers scissoring and opening your walls. It would hurt if it wasn't for the fact that she kept her mouth on your clit, her left hand had long ago sneaked under your crop shirt to squeeze and pinch your nipple. Pleasure taking over your body, mind going completely blank.

Without a warning you felt the knot finally snapped and you came all over your girlfriend’s face and fingers, the lewd squelching sound coming from under you as she kept fingering and eating you through your high. Your legs were shaking, trembling, closing around her head. But she didn’t seem to care. No. She was loving the pressure around her, your full thighs rubbing against her, your sweaty skin hugging her, invading her senses, her own pussy wet, pulsing around nothing with just the sight of you, her oh so innocent virgin girlfriend being broken, corrupted by her and only her. The power trip she was having was going all the way down to her pussy and she swore she could cum untouched.

“T… Too… mu-” you tried to tell her to stop, but you had no strength left in your body, no voice, no air.

She detached her mouth from your clit and you moaned with the lack of pressure against it.

“I know baby, but I know you can give another one, huh?” she left tiny soft kisses against your thighs, so contrasting to the fierce movements of her finger against your already abused walls. “I love you so much, yn. Thank you for trusting me” you nodded, her words filling your weak brain and going down your pulsing walls. “Cum for me again and I’ll let you rest. Just one more, you’ll see how good you’ll feel”.

It was like her words were magic to you but all her praise and softness got you cuming all over again, the sensation washing you over, your back arching and a louder moan leaving your mouth, her name a mantra in your lips as she ate everything your pussy gave her. If it was anyone else you’d think it was weird, even gross, but she was so hot slurping between your legs.

“Such a good girl for me, so so good” she gave a long lick across your vulva and you shuddered. “God, I could eat you out all night” she chuckled, licking the remains of your juices from her face. “But I need to let my baby girl rest, too much for you, right?” you nodded, eyes zoned out but somehow still focused on her.

Hyejin moved from the place between your legs to your face, lowering herself and kissing you deeply, calmly, lovingly, making you taste yourself against her tongue, the taste making you go dizzy all over again.

“B-babe” you called her, eyes closed with embarrassment. She just hummed, her lips against your neck already. “You…” the words got stuck on your throat. “You didn’t…” she chuckled at your sudden shyness.

“I didn’t what?” her fingertips dancing against your skin, goosebumps rising.

“You didn’t… cum” the last word came as a whisper and she smirked, her eyes becoming impossibly dark and big.

“You want me to cum?” you nodded at her question, cheeks heating up. “But tonight is about you, baby” she moved some stray hairs that were stuck in your face with the sweat.

“But… it’s unfair” she smiled, even completely fucked out, tired and wasted, you thought about her. About her pleasure.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and we’ll both cum, okay?” you nodded eagerly. “Can you stand up?” you tried to get on your feet alone but it was hard, your legs weak. “Did I eat you weak?” She smirked and chuckled at you.

“Shut up” you said under your breath but allowed her to carry you to her bedroom, laying your body on top of the soft mattress. “We should have come here before starting anything” you two laughed a little.

She looked around for something in her wardrobe, finding a box and grabbing something from inside. Your body starting to regain some of its strength but you were sure you were about to lose it again.

When Hyejin turned around you saw a strapon in her hand, the black leather of the belts shining while the purple dildo hung from its front. You also noticed there was another dildo on the inside part. That’s what she meant by both of you cumming.

“I know you’ve never been with anyone before but I also know you’re not a saint yourself” she said, a smug smile on her lips as she was spilling the darkest of your secrets. “Have you ever put a dildo on yourself” you denied.

Which was true, you masturbated, you’re not a prude to that extent, but you only used your fingers, toys were expensive and the only one you had was a little wand you got as a gift from your best friend but it was only used on your clit.

“Do you think you can take it? It’s the smallest in my collection and I know you are too tired to even think about learning how to eat me out today” you laughed at her words, but she was right, you were too tired and your brain still foggy from the previous actions. So that’s what people meant when they said sex is a work out. “We can always stop, baby” she took the loose hairs out of your face and caressed the skin with her fingertips. You could smell yourself in them.

“I want to… I want to go all the way in” you pulled her face to yours and kissed her, breathing in her scent. You were so deeply in love with her that you could jump inside a volcano and still feel like nothing happened as long as she was by your side. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I do”

“My baby, always thinking of me” she smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“I love you, Hyejin” you said, smile still on your faces. It wasn’t the first time you said that, but every time felt like it.

“I love you too, yn. A lot”.

She left her position on your side on the bed and took her clothes off. You could swear she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her body, her skin, her smile, every curve and indent, every mark and stretch. She was a sight to behold. And you could cum just by seeing her naked. Your mind couldn’t stop but wonder how she would taste, would her pussy taste as sweet as her mouth? Would her breast be as soft on your mouth as they are when you hug?

Your mind was all over her and if you weren’t so fucked out already and wet for the fact she was about to penetrate you for the first time, you’d have thrown her in the bed and begged her to teach you how to please her.

Hwasa moaned a little when the small dildo entered her and you hadn’t even noticed she was with the strap already put on. The last strap being tied up. How could she look even hotter with a fucking purple dildo hanging from her? You could never know her secret. All you knew was that she was yours. All yours. And you were hers.

She squeezed a bit of lube on the dildo, spreading with her hands on the shaft. Your mouth watering with sight.

“Next time I’ll make you gag on it babe,” she took you out of your trance, positioning herself in between your legs, “but for now, I’ll just fuck you good”.

“Please” the plea came low, whiny, a whisper of wind from your lungs as you waited for her action.

The woman just smirked and positioned the tip of the small dildo against your entrance. You sucked a breath but nodded for her anyways, ready for it. Her right hand started to play with your clit while the left one guided the shaft inside of you.

It burned. But not like fire was on your skin. More like your entire body was inside this box filled with Hyejin naked and sweaty with her dildo hanging high from her legs as she moaned your name. It felt so good having her guide you through this. You were more than ready to give it all to her and receive everything she had to give it to you.

It wasn’t hard for her to bottom out the strap, your wet walls and the lube helped a lot, not only that by the fact you were extremely relaxed and comfortable with her.

It didn’t take much for her to start moving, your moans mixing with each other. Every thrust she gave into you, the smaller dildo inside of her angled just right and the hard leather rubbed against her enlarged clit. She was so deprived and so edged from all your little teasing and games for the past weeks that it didn’t take much for her to come undone before you.

Her bouncing boobs were a sight and you couldn’t help just to grab her body and bring closer to you so you could suck on her nipples and leave love bites all around them. The salty taste of the sweat on her skin making you even dizzier and hornier.

The knowing knot started to form on your stomach, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulations your senses were having.

“H-Jin…” her name hiccuping from your lips as you tried to warn her between the lewd moans leavin your lips.

“I know baby, I’m close again too” she answered, her hips starting to move faster, and she pulled your leg to rest higher on her hip, the new angle having the top of her dildo hitting places you didn’t even know you had inside of you. “Cum for me and I’ll for you again. Give me all you got. Wet my cock, baby, make a mess out of us” you clenched hard against the silicon and you wished she could feel that.

She managed to go even faster, her hips pistoling against yours. Your moans becoming screams as she hits just the right spot inside of you, the leather overstimulating your abused clit. And you came undone around the toy. Walls squeezing it as your juices mixed with the lube almost spilled from you. The sound of wet pussy filling up the room.

Hyejin gave a few more thrusts before coming herself. Legs shaking a little and making her almost lose balance on top of you.

She took a moment to regain her conscience and took the toy out of you, the sudden feeling of emptiness that everyone talked about suddenly hitting you. She threw the toys inside the empty tub in her bathroom, she was going to deal with that later. Your girlfriend came back with a damp cloth to clean you up and herself a little before returning to lay by your side on the bed.

The woman immediately grabbed your waist and brought you against her chest, the comfortable silence filling the place. You were sore and tired but also extremely happy.

“What’s inside that head of yours?” She asked, noticing how quiet you were.

“Nothing, just tired. And happy that you are my girlfriend and my lover and best friend and my first time” you looked up to her and caught a glimpse of her cheeks becoming tinted.

“Thank you for trusting me”

“Nah, thank you for being my perfect girlfriend and making me feel safe and comfortable” you rubbed the tip of your nose against hers before leaving a peck against her lips. “I love you, Jin-ah”

“I love you too, yn”

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