#I'm thinking about this frame non stop

[cardboxshelter]

I can only think about this frame from the 3rd OFA users from the leaks

#bnha spoilers #he looks like he is smiling or is it just me? #is he sweting?crying? how did this fight go? #I'm thinking about this frame non stop

[youryanderedaddy]

can you write gentle yandere taking their darling for the first time vs mean sadistic yandere taking them for the first time?

Btw I love ur work 💖💘💗

tw: female reader, non - con, kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, sadism, degradation, slut - shaming

Gentle ~

You know the type of guy I'm talking about. Big and buff, dark - haired, cries a lot. Watches romance movies in his free time and actually calls his mother even outside of the holiday season. Wears slutty little black fitted shirts after working out and brings you smoothies after work. He smiles and blushes. The man is a massive loser with an undying passion for anything nerdy, be it dragons, board games, collecting marks. Who would really expect this poor soul to hurt even a fly?

But he does.

It doesn't happen until months after he's taken you in. Most of the time he's being the perfect gentleman (aside from literally keeping you captive) - he cooks for you, brings you roses and chocolates (even when you throw them away or tear the petals from the flowers), cleans and doesn't make you lift a finger. He reads you poetry until your ears bleed. He tells you he loves you one hundred times a day and seemingly doesn't care about your snorts or the way you roll your eyes and push him away, already so used to your living situation you can't even find it in yourself to be scared. You think he's harmless - as harmless as a lovesick puppy.

But then one night he comes home, an unusual frown on his otherwise soft face. There is a certain type of madness in his hazel eyes. They are still so very soft and adoring, he still sees you as a Goddess in need of worship... but there is also something dark and muddy. Something possessive.

Your captor kisses you on the cheek and that much is granted - he does it every day, along with shouting "Honey, I'm home" at the door. He hugs you - tight. Tighter than ever before, it feels as if the man is trying to crush you in a suffocating embrace, like he wants to swallow you whole within his arms. For the first time you realise just how muscular he is - how much stronger he is. And then he picks you up like a blushing bride and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before taking you to the bedroom and carefully laying you down.

He doesn't give you time to ask questions - as soon as he steps a foot in your shared room, he's already tearing apart his clothes, revealing his ripped form.

"See anything you like, sweetness?" the man asks you, rubbing his hands together as he towers over you, caging you between two beefy arms. You stay silent for a moment, mouth agape at the suddenness of it all - you have never seen him like this. He starts caressing your cheeks and slowly moves down, and that's when it finally settles in your mind. You need to act quickly.

"Stop." you say authoritatively, just like you have done so many times before, praying it would work like it had in the past. But not now. This time he simply shakes his head, a crazed smile playing on his lips as he lowers his head and kisses your neck softly, lovingly. It's terrifying. You're not used to this. You don't know how to react. "Baby, I can't hold it in anymore." Your captor whispers, head resting against your shoulder, voice low and desperate - almost whiny.

"I really tried." he swallows thickly. "I swear. I tried cold showers a-and thinking about bad things but..." he bites his lip, staring at you. You look so small and helpless and, God, he respects you, he really does, but he can't help the way his crotch twitches and his pants tighten as he watches you squirm and tremble, oh-so-small and panicky, defenceless little hands scratching at his arms, but failing to make him budge.

"But every time I come home all pent up and annoyed after dealing with bastards all day, all I want is to bend you over," he continues after moving a lock of your hair out of the way so he can whisper directly into your naked ear. "And fuck-”, he says as he pins your hands to the bed frame, enjoying seeing you wiggle and pant. "The shit-" he can feel your heart beat faster and faster as your whole body gets warmer. It's awfully intimate. "Out of-" he's so excited now that he grabs your hips rather roughly, and ruts against your core, whimpering as his crotch rubs all over your clothed slit. "you".

He growls, now more akin to a lion or a bear than to a human.

He tries to enter you slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you, but the moment your tight velvety walls wrap around his hard throbbing length, he’s reduced to a feral whimpering mess, shoving at you in short sloppy thrusts, completely pussy - drunk. He lasts less than five minutes before he pulls out and cums all over your stomach, watching in fascination as his seed marks you. He slams his lips against yours, swallowing your hushed protests as he murmurs “Mine” over and over again, gripping your hips closer when he feels you pulling away.

Once his brain has cleared enough to be able to think properly he helps you clean up, touching you so gently you wonder if this wild, brutish side he exhibited was all but a dream. But it’s still very much there, barely contained under the surface - and one single moment of freedom and passion is enough to open Pandora's box. 

After that night he feels a lot more comfortable with touching you, for better or worse. 

Mean ~

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to your ‘new life’ before he basically pounces on you like a predator. To be completely honest, he’s wanted to fuck you within inches of your life since the time he first saw you - the only thing keeping him at bay for a while were the countless pretty pictures he had of you naked and writhing in your own bed in the comfort of your home that all the secret cameras he had installed managed to capture.

Before he used to treat your home footage like his own personal cam - girl show; sometimes he would wait to leave work, jerking all over your face on his screen the moment he gets home. Other times he wasn’t so patient, and he had to sneak off to the restroom any time a thought about you occurred, stroking himself to completion as he blasted his recordings of your quiet moans on his headphones.

But now you’re here in the flesh - the real thing, tied so tight you can’t move an inch, trembling all over just like a bunny caught in a trap by the hunter. He wants you completely immobilised - he’s waited ages for this moment and he wants absolutely no distractions getting in the way of him finally taking his price.

You sob pitifully, your mouth the only part of your body left uncovered, and you try to plead with him desperately. You promise him money, influence, anything he wants - whatever would be able to get you out of this hellish predicament. You even offer to give him a blowjob - which he simply sneers at, grabbing a fistfull of your hair. 

“Oh, doll, the night is still young. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He looks possessed, ready to feast on your flesh. You shiver, curling into yourself as much as possible - but he pulls your legs on both sides of his thighs, his hands seeming grand across your rickety ankles. “You’ll get your chance to choke on this cock soon enough.” He grabs his bulge crudely, massaging it through his thick stained grey pants. “Right now all I want is to see this cute little pussy stretched on my meat and those pretty tits bouncing in the air as I slap them red.”

It really doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin or not, you’re getting brutalised either way - although his comments would be different.

If you’re a virgin, he’s making sure you get the whole of his length in one - there is something terribly amusing about the toe - curling scream you let out as his cock tears you apart, something borderline pornographic in the way your brows twist and your nostrils flare, lips shut tight as to not give him the pleasure of hearing your pain out loud. But it’s obvious, and he wants you to know that he enjoys it through and through - licking your tears and the sweat off your neck, pinching at your thighs, your breasts, your stomach; whatever makes you cry the most. 

If you’re not a virgin, he still finds a way to get his fun out of you. 

“I don’t feel you clenching on me, you little slut.” He smacks your cheek with little force behind it - it’s not meant to hurt you, but to humiliate you and drive his point across. “Did you have a fucking train ran on you? I should have known you’d be a filthy whore.” He bites at your lower lip, pulling at it until he hears you whine pitifully - leaving his mark on you. “Should’a known with these cocksucking lips of yours, and ngh-” He sinks into you, voice breaking once the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix. “And t-those slutty hips, shit, keep squeezing me just like that, n-ngh, I am going to ruin you all over again!”

He fucks you for who knows how long - when he’s finally satisfied, the sun is already up and you’re drenched in sweat and cum. There isn’t a single part of your body that doesn’t ache.

He leaves you there, snickering at the sight of your empty stare fixed on the ceiling - only reaching to untie you and cuff your ankle to the bed frame instead. You weakly raise an eyebrow in question.

“Stay here until I come back, okay?” He grins with malice, caressing your wet matted hair. “Hah, not that you can really go anywhere.”

#yandere #yancore #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere oneshot #yandere x you #yandere male x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

[faggy--butch]

I'm so glad someone finally pointed out how trans and queer essayists seem to erase trans men when talking about trans issues. I notice it the most when people talk about the early trans rights movement where people frame trans men and trans masculine individuals as people who essentially just laid back and only stepped in on the (falsely assumed) incredibly rare occasion it directly effected them while trans women did all the work.

Yes! that's actually something that made me most upset. Jesses comment that I quoted stated that /especially/ trans women and (tacking on femme non binaries) have historically faced violence for pointing out these dichotomies are bad or whatever.

This ignores butch and transmasculine history of police violence toward us in a way that feels like either she didn't do any research into it or felt like it wasn't important enough to add into the video. This happens all the time. Minimizing trans male struggles, to make it some sort of trans women empowerment time type thing. That THEY fought the hardest, and THEY were on the front lines, while trans men were easily stealth and didn't do anything to contribute. If you go to any trans man or butch space, you'll hear us talk about how frustrating it is that people think masculinity on female bodies, or perceived women isn't taken as a threat, when most have personal stories of cis men threatening them, or getting into fights or being more aggressive with them than their femme counterparts. It feels like an unwillingness to engage with us. I still dont want to say that this is on purpose, because I don't know the intention behind these comments, or if it's even a clear thought they have, but when i comes to the trans essayists it feels like a girls club with the same idea passed around over and over, that trans women have always had it worse. I'll also say that this is sometimes supported by the trans man creators, like Jammidoger. It's not just the trans women, it's not just the essayists, but they have a large audience and I wish they would stop saying this kind of stuff and cementing these things into peoples heads.

#asks #transandrophobia

[daniswoso]

Don’t Ever Say I didn’t Love You. Of Course I do.

Alessia Russo x Reader.

Warnings: Honestly idk what this is, more of a blurb or whatever you call them, emptying out my drafts bbs get ready 🙏🏼, arguments, swearing, poorly written ending, probably poor grammar.

Summary: Less doesn’t think you love her anymore.

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You and Alessia were in another one of your arguments.

It was the 4th one this week, you didn't know why at this point, you just knew your girlfriend was mad at you for something you hadn't even done. You think it has something to do with her makeup and you using the last bit of it or something like that.

"Alessia what has gotten into you?" You asked, your face crumbling slightly as tears well in your eyes. You didn't want to fight with your girlfriend, you loved her dearly and held her close to your heart. So why was it so difficult to get along with her without her blowing up recently?

You knew she had been stressed because of her recent move to Arsenal, but she had never taken her anger about football out on you before, just as you had never taken yours about football out on her.

"You don't love me anymore!" She shouts and for a moment, everything goes still. The clock stops ticking, the only sound in the room heard was your individual breaths. Heavy and laboured, as if you'd just ran 10 miles non stop each. Although, that's what fighting with each other usually felt like anyway.

"What? Less what are you on about?"

"You.. You don't love me anymore." Her voice is quiet, fearful.

"You're fucking delusional if you think that then." You scoff, and she rolls her eyes.

"Why do I even try, Y/N?"

"What makes you think I don't love you, Less?"

"You aren't spending time with me as much anymore!" She complains, and her face holds resemblance to that of a pouting toddler, you think.

"Lessi are you forgetting I have a full time very high stress job? The same job as you, might I add?” You glare at her, honestly offended she'd ever think you didn't love her anymore.

"No, no of course not, I just-" You cut her off with a scoff and disbelieving chuckle.

"Just what? Woke up last week and decided to make me feel like shit over every little fucking thing?!" You snap. You had reached your boiling point. Why was she not seeing that you loved her? Why couldn't she just see that if she had spoke about it with you it wouldn't be this way?

"I love you, Alessia. So don't you ever say I didn't love you, I still do. I always will, for fucks sakes!" You yell, completely flying off the rails.

She just looks at you, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Whatever. I'm gonna stay at Macca's." The blonde says, storming out of your shared apartment and heading to the Irish girl's.

You think about chasing after her but hear her  Mercedes pulling out of the driveway as you glare warily at your trainers. It would've been useless chasing her now.

You sigh and begin to tidy everything up, going getting into the spare bed, which you seemed to be spending a lot of time in lately, so that way if Alessia actually came back this time she'd be able to have space in a bed by herself.

****

Later that night, you briefly register a dip in the bed and your girlfriends warm body pressing against your own, muttering soft apologies into your hair which you just respond to with a grumble.

When you wake up that morning to the sight of the blonde's head on your chest and her smaller frame wrapped up in your arms, you feel a small flicker of hope that everything will be alright.

Because as long as you had your girl you felt like you could do anything.

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A/N: enjoy!

#woso #football #futbol #footy #woso fanfics #woso imagine #writer is not english #futból #woso x reader #angst #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo x you #arguing #language #poorly written ending #emptying my drafts

[wowserb0wser]

"The Mushroom Kingdom Ball"

Description: Being the sister of Princess Peach was all fun and dandy, but of course you were barely in the spotlight. Until a certain someone, "The Kooba King" took notice and since then, he couldn't stop thinking about you. And what happens when an obsessed Bowser meets you at The Mushroom Kingdom Ball.

Pairing: Bowser x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Warning(s): MDI!! SMUT!!!, (I don't know if I should be sorry or but I'm horny) Breathplay/Choking kink, Size Kink/Size Difference, Innocent Kink/Corruption Kink, Virgin reader, Penetration (P in V), Oral (Fem.), Degrading, Somnophilia, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Nicknames (Brat once, Sweetheart, Baby, Bunny), Dry humping/Grinding, Sitting on Bowser's lap once, No used of Y/N, Lmk if I missed anything ;)

Words: 7.8k (I got swept up in this)

A/N: I think I've hit my breaking point, but I was taken back by Jack Black's voice in the trailer and holy shit - Browser is fine…

It was non-stop. Painful, even.

All he wanted was some damn peaceful time to himself and stop thinking about you. Stupid you. Dumb and naive you.

It was only you that took so much time and energy out of himself. Every waking moment since he rises from bed, to showering, brushing his teeth, eating breakfast, and every other moment in his day. On repeat was the stupid smile plastered on that stupid face of yours. How he wanted to swipe that smirk off of those lips of yours… those soft, plump, sweet lips.

He hated himself. Truly hated himself for thinking of these ways about you. Someone as so small and innocent, yet grown and sophisticated as yourself. He though of himself as vile. How could someone as tough and mean as him ever fall for such a toothachingly sweet thing as you.

Yet, here he finds himself watching you as you sleep ever so soundly in bed. All while little moans squeak pass your lips. Your hips thrusting into air at nothing. How your face contorts in seemingless pleasure. Just seeing you rut in your sleep made Bowser's mind go blank, just imagining of what kind of dream you were exactly having. Though it wasn't that farfetched. But he was curious as to who was providing that pleasure in your sweet dreams. And God himself knew that Bowser hoped it was he in your dreams.

He was so big, yet so gentle when it came to you. How his smile curved a little more while with you and the way his cheeks flared with hints of pink when you smiled back at him.

His big hands stretched across your body, a palm simply taking up half of your torso. How big he was towering over you, you should be scared. Calling for help or pleading that he wouldn't hurt you, but you weren't. Your mind was telling you that this was dangerous, flashing red warning signs. The hunger behind his eyes. And how he looked like he could swallow you in one bite. You should be cowering in fear. But how could you resist the way his hands felt so warm on your body. How you wanted this for what seems like ages now. And now you finally had him.

Though you've never been any sort of relationship or anything in this type of manner, you knew this was more then a simple crush. You've remember the times your sister, Princess Peach and her friend Princess Daisy talked about the multiple experiences with boys their age and these type of feeling and wants. So you knew you've wanted him since the beginning, but how could he ever think of you like this. He was older then you and definitely rougher then you could ever be.

Oh how you've wanted him, his deep and sultry voice looms over your frame, over your mind. How you could hear his voice whisper sweet nothing in your ear as your finger went towards your panties. How you wished it was his and not yours.

But maybe that was the exact reason why you were in this state in the first place: having an erotic dream about that very man.

His hands tighten around your throat to cut off a slight bit of oxygen, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. Causing you to moan lowly. All whilst his other hand snakes down your soft body towards your panties. His finger tips could already feel the small patch of dampness in the center and could tell by the way your hips bucked and begged for him, for friction. He laughed at your antics, humored by your eagerness. And that laugh caused you to squirm even further in his touch. How simple it was to rile you up, he was going to love exploring what exactly what makes you tick-

Letting out a groan from what exactly woke you up. You arose from your sleep, still groggy and half-dead. Hearing another pair of knock on your wooden door before shouting, "Come in!". The culprit of the knocking was of course your sister.

KNOCK KNOCK

A big smile printed on her face, it was almost enough to make you forget why you were exactly grumpy but then your mind started to defog and your dreams was realign back to you.

"I have some big news!" Your sister screeched with excitement.

Bowser watched the somewhat grumpy expression on your face as Princess Peach barged in your room. Like a upset bunny or puppy, it was almost adorable. He found it amusing how upset you were from being awoke from your little wet dream. But if he was in the position that you were in, he would also have that expression. And by the looks of things, you were close to being finished.

Your cheeks are flashed with pinks and red by your dream, the first sex dream you've ever had. And of course it had to be so vivid and by the feel of things you were really enjoying that dream as well.

Clearly or simply ignoring your state, your sister continues. "Guess who got invited to The Mushroom Kingdom Ball!" She slightly jumped while entering your room with the paper that stated her invite. Her heals clicking on the floor, "Hmm, I wonder who?" You rolled your eyes and teased. Of course she was invited, she's always invited. She huffed at your antics before plopping on your bed. "Alright Ms. Smarty-pants, well guess who has another invite." Her smile growing even larger (though you thought was impossible at this point). Quickly you realize, "Are you serious?" You pushed your covers and reached for another paper your sister slipped past the original she held in her hand.

A small giggle leaving her lips as she watches your excitement over the invite.

And from where Bowser stood he could even hear the excitement in your yelp. It must of been great news on that flimsy piece of paper. Yet how meaningless what was on that paper to him, the way you jumped up from your bed and hugged your sister was enough for even Bowser to be happy for you.

This would be the first official Mushroom Kingdom Ball you would be attending. You'd never been expected to go as you weren't old enough or mature enough. These balls were primarily for the eligibility for marriage for all the other kingdoms to mingle with each other and hopefully meet someone to their liking. And now you were finally getting invited. Finally you might be the center of attention at this ball rather than your sister, as everyone knew she and Mario definitely had something going on behind the shadows.

A small bit of blush creeped up your neck at the thought of Bowser possibly showing. But there was talk that he hasn't been to the Balls in many many years. But he was a part of the Koopa Kingdom, maybe this was your chance at a shot. Even though you already pictured the disgusted face of your sister if she ever knew about your fancy over him. Yet, you still hope that maybe this was your chance to prove to everyone that you weren't just innocent Princess Peach's little sister.

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You were over the moon excited as Toadette fitted the dress over your body. It hugged the exact places it needed and flowed down toward the bottom, ending with a flare of favorite color. It was shockingly fast how the toads could whip up a dress for this very occasion. But nonetheless you weren't going to question their antics, you've appreciated everything that they've done for you.

And with you matching heals and makeup you head downstairs, where you are greeted with your sister and Mario in an embrace. You glance away quickly as their lips connects for a kiss.

You let out a muffed cough which grabs both their attention to where the noise came from. And seeing you all dolled up made you sister abandon Mario and hastily rush over to you. She reaches out her hands to meet with yours. You could see in her eyes that she was overjoyed, seemingly proud of how grown up you've become. "Oh my, well look at you!" A toothy smile rises from her lips, which makes you infollow do the same. "Doesn't she look beautiful Mario?" She quips behind her to look at the former plumber.

His hand reaches behind his neck, still somewhat embarrassed at being caught with your sister. "You look absolutely gorgeous, you are going to be the talk of the ball." He compliments. Your sister faces you again, still with a bright smile. "Let's go and show you off." You giggle at her statement. This was going to be a hell of a night.

You finally reach the venue, Mario, Peach, and yourself in the back of a limo. We all agreed that Mario would step out first to talk to the press whilst you and Peach wait for a couple of moments. Which you were glad for because at this moment you were experiencing some nerves from it all.

Your sister turns to you, "Everything will be okay, I was this anxious my first time. But trust me everything is going to be just fine." She rubs her hand on your exposed shoulder to ease you. "And I'll introduce you to some people and if you still feel uncomfortable you can stay by me and Mario." She explains further but doesn't quite help with your nerves. "I don't want to third wheel you and your boyfriend Peach." You look up at her.

This was your first ball, you don't want to be seen hovering with your sister like a lost puppy. How pathetic would that look in the press.

"Boyfriend?" She says in disbelief, "Mario is not my boyfriend, we are just close." She scroffs, a small hint of blush on top of her cheeks. You practically huff at the arrogance. "Does he know that?" You furrow your eyebrows at her. She turns her head from you, as you know the look upon her face would be slightly disappointing. She knew she dragged Mario around and it was not fair to him. "Let's go and have some fun." She returns to her happy-go-lucky mood and takes your hand.

Once you stepped out of the limo the flashing lights from the photographers blinded you. Your eyes squint from the bursting lights, you turn your head to your sister to see if she was having the same reaction. But as your eyes landed on her, she poses for the photos and with no discomfort. Some of the toad photographers shout out words towards her and even you. "Let's get going." She whispers to you as she sees how uncomfortable you were from all the attention. And you were so glad that she understood.

You and Princess Peach, hand in hand, walking in the venue. Multiple eyes glance towards her but stop on you. Slight shocked expressions at your appearance at this ball. You felt embarrassed to say the least with all the eyes on you, you knew you want the center attention but now you think otherwise.

You sister, once again, sees how uncomfortable you became and walked towards where Mario stood. Him and his brother stood by the food table, both already had a plate in their hands with various foods aligned. As you approach them, they seem to notice and smile appeared on their faces. "You two look beautiful." Luigi speaks, his eyes scanning your body. You quickly thank him along with your sister.

With you greeting with the Plumber brothers, your sister drags you along with introducing you to almost everyone in the ballroom. It was quite intensive, with having to learn everyone's names and occupation, as Princess Peach told you that it was very important to learn about everyone. She says maybe one day you'll rule the kingdom and learning soon then later would lighten up the load later. A simple conversation starts and last for a couple of minutes before a loud bang and a couple of gasp causes you to glance where the noises were coming from.

There he stood, the Koopa King.

He wore a bowtie, which seems to small for this larger figure. And a black classic tuxedo. Beside him was one of his dry bone henchmen. All that was heard was the whisper of the guests, surprised at his appearance, apparently he barely showed to these occasions if at all. And now seeing him all dressed up brought even more questions.

But he either didn't hear or seem to care at the whispers, his eyes glance around the room for someone specific. And thankfully the rumors of little pretty you being invited to the Mushroom Kingdom Ball happened to be true. And that must of been what you were jumping with excitement with your sister earlier in the day.

There you stood with a beautiful gown, your eyes level with his and once making eye contact you look away with bright pink cheeks. And in that moment Bowser knew he needed you and was planning exactly how to get you in his bed tonight. First he needed you to step away from that sister of yours and especially from the plumber brothers.

And thankfully, almost on cue, you stepped away and headed to the punch table.

He waltz directly where you went, his eyes never leaving your form. In the thought of taking his eyes off of you you'd disappear in thin air. His stunt caused people to turn back to their conversation, probably to talk about him showing his face at this ball. His dry bone henchmen follows in suit, the clunching of his bones raddling as he rushed beside his boss.

You barely even noticed that Bowser was headed your way until he was only a few feet away from you. You thought of just sprinting away from him, how could you face him after just a couple of hours ago you were having a sex dream of him. But with his long strides it was too late to do anything but greet him.

"It's a pleasure to meet with you once again." Your hand reaches up half way to meet with his. "A pleasure? Really?" His voice is as sultry as ever. And his hand almost comically larger than yours. Automatically heat rushes to your cheeks and you could feel the prying eyes of the other guests. But Bowser could careless of what the snops of the Mushroom Kingdom thought of him, only your opinion matter to him.

"Well, let it be my pleasure Princess." He lifts your hand to reach his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the back of your palm. If people weren't staring before at this interaction, they definitely were now.

And how could you blame them, at this sight of the innocent princess with the violent King of Koopa's. Yet seeing the both of you flustered with each other made the guest question even further at your interaction.

"You look absolutely stunning Princess." What he really wanted to say was; you look absolutely delicious. How he wanted to devour you on the spot, you just looked so cute and good.

If your cheeks weren't hot red before, now they were. You muffle a cough to distract yourself from his compliment. "W-Would you like something to drink? I was planning on getting some punch." You move on from the conversation and you needed a cold drink to somewhat calm down how hot you've became around him. You were about to reach for a cup before he ticked at you. "A princess shouldn't need to lift a finger for anything she needs." He says in a smooth tone, you quirk up an eyebrow at him. "Dry Bones, get the girl some punch!" He shouts at the poor henchmen, who flinches a little before rushing in his order.

His loud booming voice should of scared you off but you couldn't step away from him. His dominance was clear as the blue big sky and maybe that was another reason for your attraction towards him. How big and manly he is, takes no crap from anyone.

"How are you enjoying your time here?" He simply ask, at this time his dry bones comes up to the both of you with each of your drinks. He takes it swiftly all while you thank his henchmen with that sweet buttery voice of yours. "I've only been here for less than an hour." You softly chuckle at his question. The ball just started so he must of known that there wasn't much to speak upon. "You didn't answer my question." He repeats himself, this time his eyebrows is furrowed waiting for a response. "It's kind of boring, I thought it would be more exciting." You tell him, still leaving out about your anxiety for this whole thing.

He lets out a small laugh, "More exciting?" You also giggle at his repeat. "Well yeah, this is supposively the most important Ball of the year. I thought there would be more going on." You explain further in the issue, which he understands. "No I get it, the last one I went to, which was many years ago, was quite boring. That's why I normally don't go to these type of things." You listen intently, how your big innocent eyes look up at him. He held himself from groaning at the sight below him.

You hum as a response, you were about to reply but was cut off by the sound of a microphone going off. You face where the sound comes from and you could barely hear how Bowser grunts in frustration at being cut off at a conversation with you.

Toads voice echoed through the ballroom. "Welcome all to the annual Mushroom Kingdom Ball!" He croaked out, all clapped and some shouted out yelps of excitement. "I am the host of this year's Ball. It's been a pleasure so far to create such a fundamental event with all the combining Kingdoms." A few other people cheered as he spoke on, your attention fully on Toad. While Bowser could careless, all he wanted was to mingle with you. These were the only moments without being questioned on in intentions with you. "Now that all introduced are put aside, let the party begin with our live band performance." Toad points toward the other toads all assembled with instruments.

While he introduces the Band, the light starts to dim. Almost as a signal that the annual dance was about to commence. What you didn't know was how important this dance was. It was some sort of ritual. Whomever you picked as a dance partner was your official/unofficial partner for the event and the rest of the evening. Almost as an unspoken rule. And you being the newest arrival, everyone attention was on you to whom you picked to dance with.

And before you could return to your sister to ask who you should dance with or simply sit down and watch the other dance with their partners. Bowser took this opportunity. "Would you like to dance Princess?" He asks in a nonchalant tone, unsuspecting. He was going to take full advantage of your naive nature and your unknowns to the Ball.

"I would love to dance with you." That damn smile shined up to him. That stupid smile that made his heart gush. He hated how you made him feel soft and doopy. But the look on your face with excitement to actually have some fun tonight made him smile back to you. But that smile turned slowly to a smirk at your approval.

He took your hand and began to walk you to the dance floor. Still unbeknownst to you was the importance to this interaction, the total impact with being seen dancing with Bowser. You sister caught your eyes and you smiled to her innocently, but by the way hers and Mario's eyes showed disbelief and surprisement made you question. You glance around at your surroundings and shockingly you saw that everyone was glaring towards you.

No- Rather glaring at Bowser specifically. They must of caught on at your unknowingly nature to the dance and automatically blamed the Koopa King. Taking advantage of your innocent personality. But even if you'd know about what this dance meant, you'd probably still be in this position with Bowser leading you to the dance floor.

But once on the actual dance floor and how Bowser's hand felt upon yours and how he rested his other on your back made the rest of all the guest prying eyes dissipate into nothing.

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After a couple of hours worth of drinking, more dances with Bowser, and more mingling with all the other socialites was making you tired. And Bowser took notice almost immediately. So, he took you to your sister, who was dancing with Daisy and Rosalina. You blink away your tiredness while speaking with your sister, insisting that you were fine and that you wanted to stay longer, but with one quick scan of your state she knew that you were done for the night.

All whilst Peach is occupied with you, Daisy and Rosalina gives Bowser a questionable look. Basically shouting, "What's your intentions with the Princess." He swallows harshly at her glare, but than smirked down at them. Basically saying exactly what he wants to do to you. Daisy and Rosalina give him a disguised look before turning her attention back to you. And before they could warn Peach about Bowser taking you home she already speaks, "Could you ever be so polite and take my sister home Bowser please." She asks in a somewhat discomfort tone. But she still asks because how she saw how happy you were with him, how'd you cling to his body while dancing.

He hum, "Of course Peach, I'll take extra care of the Princess." He smiles at your sister before looking down at you. At this point your sleepiness was disappearing at the thought of Bowser taking you home. Yet you still groan out frustrated because you still wanted to party. "And don't even think about kidnapping her." She teased and poked his arm in a playful tone. She looks back at you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, soon said your goodbyes to some of the following guests and went on your way with Bowser.

The limo is waiting by the doors and thankfully the photographers have left for the night, Bowser thanked that no one could see him in this state. With you hung to his side as your sleepiness was taking over your body. "Come on sleepyhead, let's get ya' home and in some pajamas." He opens the door for you to enter first and you give him a certain look as he refers you as "sleepyhead".

He steps in the car to see you with your arms crossed in defense. He was about to question what the hell was the sour face for, but you answered. "I'm not even that tired." You lie through your teeth. And Bowser wasn't going to argue with you in this state. But without a response you took even more offence. "I told you I wasn't even tired." You huff and puff.

Bowser watched you try to defend your argument but it was so easy to see you as anything but argumentative. How cute you looked defeated, once again looked like a grumpy bunny.

"Stop being a brat Princess, we're going home." He tells you, rising his voice slightly more and with that you felt as to quip back at him. "You're being mean." You face away from him and drop your shoulders, all you wanted was go back to the party and enjoy your first time at the ball and now everyone was telling you to go home. Even if you were tired, you could careless, all you wanted was to dance with Bowser till the night turned to morning. You didn't want the night to come to an end so early. "Oh I'm being mean sure." He rolls his eyes at your response, he knew you weren't normally like this and it must have been your tiredness for this attitude.

You whip your head back towards him and scoot closer to him. "You are just a mean old man." This must've struck some sort of cord with Bowser. His eyebrows furrow low and his voice dropping down an octave or two. Which makes you feel hot hearing his voice like this. "Shut up Princess." He bites down his jaw while looking in your eyes. There was a slight flame that began to grow, replacing your sleepiness with lust. He must be delusional himself, there was no way it was that easy to make you get turned on. "Make me." You faux mock him, inching your face closer with him and you didn't expect what he would say next and follow up with. "Oh I will." He smirks.

His hand reaches to your face and pulls you so close that your lips are practically touching, yet he doesn't initiate a kiss. It was you that pulled him to a kiss by grabbing on his coat. Your small hand prying on his collar. His smirk still remains while developing the kiss, it was tender at first. Careful and questioning if this was right but you never pulled away or denied, rather you were the one to push further in the kiss. Bowser's other hand reached for your back. Pressing your body on top of his.

Thankfully there was a divider from the driver and the passengers.

And both were extra thankful because the kiss began to get more intense then original thought. Your body squirmed in his hold as you kiss him, he peeks his eyes open to witness this. Your eyes a shut close tight. Your hands wonder around him, like you didn't know were they had to be, there was no doubt in his mind this was the first time you made out with someone. And he was glad it was him to show you the ropes of it all. Your cheeks are still flushed with blush, and then there it was. That squeak of a moan. As if you tried your damn hardest to try not to make a sound.

With your little moan Bowser grabbed you tighter and lifted you from your seat to place you on his lap. A more comfortable seat in your opinion, along with Bowser's. You break off the kiss for a couple of seconds to giggle at his actions but he pulled you back to the kiss. Once again you moan in his mouth, you felt so embarrassed. Like he thought this was going to be a turn off, though it was quite the opposite. Your small sounds going straight to his growing boner underneath his pants, which he hoped you haven't felt yet.

The next time you moan Bowser groans and takes a deep breath, taking in your scent and slightly moving his hips to fix his position. By his movement he slightly grinded you and having friction while being light headed for making out made you whine out loud. At this Bowser pulls back to take a look at you, your lips puffed out a slight swollen from the kiss. Your eyes are half-lidded. "Look at this little noisy bunny you are." His finger hooks your chin to force you to stare at him. Again you squirm at his actions which he found humoris.

He was about to speak again but the car gently stopped presumably at the castle.

Bowser's face drops in defeat and you couldn't leave him high and dry. "Come in please, I don't want to be alone." You softly beg for him, even hearing your words leave your lips you knew it sounded despite but there was no denying the fact that you had aroused from all the making out. "Only because you said please." He teases and opens the door for you.

There was no time for pleasantries as the front door closed, Bowser took you in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. You almost question at how he knows where to go but his lips on yours shut you up before you could even think to ask.

As he opens the door you're still latched onto his broad shoulders. He adored how you clung in him like plastic wrap.

Though he loved the feeling on you wrapped around him, he did not want to crush you into the bed, well not quite yet. He breaks off the kiss her again, this time your frustration is event with the sound that leaves your throat. "Shh Princess, I'm just laying you down." He almost groans at your annoyance but with that slight fucked out face with barely even touch you was making him feral. He couldn't even get slightly angry with you. Your body sprawled out beneath him on your plush covered bed. Your dress already getting tossed halfway off your body, the way your legs twist together creating friction.

His sharp nails reach down to fiddle with the fabric of your dress, you almost thought he would just rip it off of your body, which you wouldn't truly mind. Your body was getting hotter by the seconds. But Bowser took his sweet time deliberately with cherishing this very point in time.

Your body decided in itself that it was done with feathered touches. And with little to no control, your hips bucked to meet with his hips. You didn't know exactly why your body was making you do this but the need and ache for friction was demanding. The slightly touch of his pelvic meeting yours made you whine out for more.

You were on the edge of begging for him to touch you, but then he swiftly took your dress off of your body. Throwing it to the side to be forgotten and abandoned. Along with yours he followed with taking his shirt and jacket combo along with that stupid bowtie.

He was about to climb over you, but your eyes shifted towards his lower half, his pants were still on. You send him a look, knowing that it was unfair that you were just in your underwear and he wasn't. He quickly took off his belt which clashed to the floor and his pants shortly after.

This time he actually climbed into your bed, the mattress sinking below his added weight. He instantly thought of breaking your bed, a physical reminder. That classic smirk spraying on his lips as he went for another kiss. And yet again your hands reach out for him, grabbing at whatever your fingers could clench into. Your nails slight digging into his skin, but doing absolutely no damage.

It became hot very quickly and your body, almost in auto drive was thrusting up at his to get some friction on your aching body. And once it makes contact with him your eyes roll back. It was so simple yet so pleasurable for you. You wanted to do this for ages and you knew you'd never be bored of it, especially when it was with Bowser. He barely even grinded back and you were moaning in his mouth all over again. He wonders if you'd even ever masturbated before from your reactions.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He questioned, you hum out a response yet you were still out of focus and Bowser saw that. After all that making out and bump and grind clearly got through to you. He found it adorable how easily you were made stupid by his touch. "Have you ever touched yourself sweetheart?" This time around he was more assertive and the nickname took you to his presence. "Um, could you be more specific?" You glance away from his stare as you were embarrassed by his question and even your response. "More specific?" He quietly repeats in disbelief, what did you even mean by that? "Have you fingered yourself?" He asks in a somewhat obvious tone, you shake your head in a nervous way.

This made Bowser's heart skip a beat, what do you mean you've never touched yourself? It was wrong to think this way, he thought, but being your first everything made him even harder than before. "I've only done stuff over my panties." You mustered enough courage to tell him, an audible groan escape passed his throat at the images of your small hands circling your clit over your panties. It made him even hotter that you were that innocent that you couldn't even do physical contact with your own body for pleasure.

He chastity kisses you again, "How'd I'd get lucky." He whispers more to himself rather than you but it still makes you flustered.

"Now it was time to actually rip off your clothes, starting with that annoying bra of yours which keep those pretty tits behind em'." Bowser explains and without fail you hear a rip of the fabric. He waved the bra in his hand before tossing it. And on cue his eyes shift down to your boobs, they were perked and nipples hard. You slightly hiss when they hit the cold air of your room, even though you felt on fire. "Even better than I'd imagine." He almost growls and you audibly moan loud at his comment. Something happened to you when you mentally pictured him think about you in this way, you clamp your thighs together.

He ignored your moan and went straight to laying soft and tender kisses on your breast. He knew this was your first time so you would be overwhelmed with all this pleasure so he took mercy on you and your body, even if the thought of overstimulating you was present in his mind. Just imagine your squirm and begging him to slow down while fucking you, watching as tears stream down your cheeks.

Though it was hard to push those thoughts he was gentle. And his prediction was right, you were over sensitive with simple kisses and suckling on your breast. Your hands flying to his head to either push him deeper into your skin or push his away. But it wasn't long enough until Bowser's lips racked down your soft body and torso. Down to the place he knew you needed the most attention. His finger tips could already feel the small patch of dampness in the center and could tell by the way your hips bucked and begged for him.

You shut your eyes in anticipation. Despite your eyes being closed Bowser watches each and miniscule reaction. Watching as your eyebrows curl and your lips separate, or biting your cheek to muffle your needy noises.

His nails pull on your panties and down your legs, his eyes fixated on your expression. But he knew he couldn't stare at you forever with your exposed pussy in full display for him, almost like a present wrapped with a bow and he was ready to tear it open. And if he didn't want to devour you before, now he definitely was without a doubt.

Once his eyes landed on your center he truly saw how turned on you actually were. Virgin's, they're so easily wet. You slightly glisten in the light, he could tell you were aching, poor thing. But thankfully he was here to help you out.

A long stripped lick made you shot open your eyes down at Bowser. You choked on a moan as he went for another stripe. Your breath already starting to become laboured. "Baby, relax." He simply states, but they vibrations from his voice made you slam your head back down on your pillow. With that he chuckled and went back to licking your cunt. His tongue flickering at your clit at every stripe and you knew you wouldn't last long.

Your hands grip at his hair to bury his head further in your cunt. Your mouth is constantly open with spilling of moans and other obscenities, in any other occasion you'd be embarrassed but you were distracted with pleasure. You even moan out his name, slurring it with profanity. And he loved how whiney and high pitched you were getting and how that laced with his name.

Now you were thrusting your hips towards his mouth, your thighs starting to shut around his head. Your babbling starting to become incomprehensible. A warm tingling thriving through the pit of your stomach, reach up through your body. You didn't know exactly what this meant but it felt so good and you knew you didn't want Bowser to stop anytime soon. And he apparently understood that too.

He could feel your cunt start to squeeze nothing other than the couple of time his tongue ran through it, making you moan a little louder each time.

You rub your thighs against his face, "Bowser - Bowser - Bowser…" You whine while you body continues thrusting, it was all becoming so difficult to sense anything but pleasure. "Shh, Shh. I know bunny, you're alright." He's barely audible in your ears and the vibration of his voice bring that heat to an all time high. And a final lick of your clit made you unravel.

He helped you along your way down your high. Your legs shaked and your hands griped rough in his hair all while you groan, drawing out your moans while screwing your eyes closed. It was the most pleasure you've ever felt in your entire life. In your head your mind was repeatedly thanking Bowser for this impressive pleasure he caused you, but your mouth felt like cotton. Horse and dumb even. No words escaped passed your lips as you try.

Bowser found this even more comical then they way you were chanting his name over and over again.

But as your consciousness returns to you, you knew he wasn't done with you and strangely you weren't ready to give out just yet.

He smirks while you finally make eye contact with him, "Thank you." Soft spoken words of gratitude towards the Koopa King. This took Bowser slightly by surprise as no one has ever said thanks for giving them an organism, by your innocentance it made perfect sense. It was adorable even.

You were about to say that you wanted more but he must have read your mind because he lifted himself up again and pulled down his boxer. Setting free his cock, the top swollen and red. Pre-cum pebbling out and leaking down his shaft. Saying he was big was an understatement, you couldn't possibly think he'd in actuality fit inside of you. And once again he must of read your mind, "Oh I'm going to make it fit Princess." He laughs at your expression.

He pumped himself at the sight of you, in your dazed state and the slight plead behind your eyes for him. How you made his heart melt into pudding, he wouldn't say it out loud, but he'd do literally anything for you without a second thought. And he secretly hates that about you.

He's already groaning at the thought of your tight cunt wrapped deliciously around him and he couldn't wait any longer.

He lines himself at your entrenching and waiting hole. You stare up at him, Bowser's face so concentrated. Wth what exactly, you didn't know nor care, all you cared for was him actually fucking you. You wanted this man to take you to places you've never experienced and you knew he could make you feel things you'll never feel again. You were about to whine out for him to make a move, but he provided exactly what you needed.

You choked on the moan that threatened to slip past your lips. The intense pain of just his tip made tears prick on your eyes. You shut your eyes once again, trying to ground yourself and muster up some strength.

Meanwhile, he's slowly pushing himself further in your tight cunt. It was better than anything he's felt in his entire life. And if it felt like this everytime you'd have sex, he wasn't going to allow you to be with anyone but him. He watches as your small hands grip on the bedding and crunch roughly. He knew this had to be painful for you and he knew he had to take his time with you. But you were making it so much more difficult with the mewls you're making and the huffing and puffing.

It was painful, yes, but there was this dull sense of that same pleasure when he was eating you. That unfamiliar warmth that felt like a fire beginning to build. Bowser felt that as you squeezed his cock.

All of this made you think of the dream you had this morning, everything coming back to you like a boomerang. And the mental image of his hand around your throat to choke you came back and thinking of it made you gush. At this point in time your dignity was thrown out the window, there was no point to try to achieve it back. "Please-please put your hand around my throat." This statement itself completely went to Bowser's dick, slowly pushing deeper in your cunt. "Awe look how cute that is, asking so politely with your pleases." He faux mocks. Causing you to whine in anticipation. "And here I thought you were all so innocent." He laughed this time, embarrassment for your request was evident with the shades of reds on your cheeks and how you faced away from him. But he wasn't done with these teasing.

His head dipping close to your ear, all while his hand was ghosting your neck. "Was this what you dreamt about this morning? Me choking you while I fucked you?" Your eyes widen and air cut short. He saw you this morning having that sex dream?

How mortified you felt was an understatement, yet he actually laughed out loud at the look of shock you gave him. His deep and sultry voice looms over your frame, over your mind. His voice whispers sweet nothing in your ear. This was exactly what you've dreamt of, there was no possible way this wasn't another dream.

Your hands let go of your sheets and reach upwards to Bowser's large arm, the same arm that had his hand around your throat. His hand tightens around your throat to cut off a slight bit of oxygen, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. And that heat was about to burst at any moment by this action. Bowser saw that you were about to come again and chuckled at how easy you were. It was almost too easy to have his way with you.

Your legs begin to shake and your moans are messy with his name. Your fingers gripping so harshly on his arm that it almost hurt. Your breathing is heavy once again and it is all becoming so much more intense as before. Tears slowly start shedding down your puffy redden cheeks, you could barely comprehend that you were crying from the pleasure. But Bowser found this laughable, "That's it bunny, cry for me." He snickers while lowering his body closer to yours. His face inches above yours and at his present you crack open your eyes. Only to meet with his tongue lapping up your salty tears.

You sob at the high that seemed to hit you like a superstar. Chanting out his name with sin. Tears spilling down all while your body thrusts in his grip, your vision becoming blurred. Maybe it was the combination of lack of oxygen and a mind blowing orgasm, you felt on the brink of passing out. Bowser quickly understood and let go on his grip on your throat. You quickly gasp for air. "Come back to me Princess, can't have you pass out just yet. I'm almost done, you can hold on for a couple of more minutes bunny." He speaks but you hardly understand his words.

In this condition of being fucked out and the overstimulation beginning to shock you was making Bowser reach his high. The way your cunt locked in a squeeze around his cock was enough for him to curse. You were going to be the death of him and he knew that all too well. You couldn't think of anything but Bowser, you mind erased and dumb. Your words are being barely comprehensible, mixed with your whining moans and tears. And Bowser found that absolutely captivating.

It was only a couple more thrust before he gained his high and swiftly pulled out of your aching cunt.

His cum spewing out on your soft stomach, painting a white coat that filled your torso. He grunts and groans, your name laced in as well. Having this sight before you is better than any dream your brain could have made up with your imagination. Yet you still were so tired and on the verge of falling asleep.

You barely felt the shift of his weight as he collapsed beside you. You hum in contempt and scoot closer to his body. A smile forming on his lips, of course you'd be the type of person to cuddle after sex. Your small frame getting taken overpowered by sleep. And before you could fall asleep, Bowser lifted your comforter and wrapped both of you. Your body completely relaxes by his tenderness and you drift off to sleep.

It was only a couple minutes after you falling asleep when he heard the opening of the front door to the castle. The muffled voice of Peach ringing out, "We're back! You better be in your pajamas when I come up there." She yells out unsuspecting and Bowser thought for a moment to run out but glancing down to see your head pressed up to his chest in comfortable sleep, he couldn't dare leave you. Especially because he just took your virginity, you didn't deserve to wake up alone. Along with the image of Peach's face would be undoubtedly hilarious with seeing her little sister with him.

But who was this "we" she was talking about?

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I'm Looking For My Husband || Kakashi Hatake x reader

A/n : And here is a non requested fic. As always I take time to answer to requests but I spare time for my own imagiantion. So here is an idea I got a LONG time ago 😂

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Warning : Fluff, heavy make out session, getting caught ??

Summary : You've just arrived in your husband's village to settle in, and once you've finished settling in, you set off in search of him. You meet Naruto, who helps you find him. Little does he knows he DOES know who your husband is

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Kakashi Hatake was a man of many secrets. So few people knew who you were. Of course, there was Guy and Jiraiya, but otherwise no one else in the Hidden Leaf Village. The reality was that on one of his long missions he was paired with a ninja from Suna, aka you. You got along so well that you were entrusted with all missions concerning the common interests of your two countries. Over time, you grew much closer, and Kakashi ended up spending his rare vacations in Suna with you.

Of course, he was far, far from imagining that he would have the emotional capacity to open his heart to someone in this way, and to become romantically attached to them. But it happened, and when he realized it, it came as a shock. Without lying, he wasn't at all happy at first, wondering how he'd react if anything happened to you. Eventually, when all he could think about while lying on his bed at night was you and what you might be up to, and that spread to the whole day, he soon realized that his fear was not going to stop him from doing anything in his plan to keep you close to him.

And what a surprise it was when you told him you reciprocated his feelings fully. He thought he was going to cry, but he didn't have time to do so when he saw your face close to his. His body acted alone and he lowered his mask, letting you taste his lips. A few months later - knowing that you'd been working together for years - you got engaged. Before getting married in a hurry when your time off allowed it. Of course, Tsunade and Gaara - a close friend of yours - accepted the wedding, albeit inter-village.

Very few people knew about the wedding, and frankly no one could have guessed it, with Kakashi's ring hidden behind his protection gloves ( I myself practiced martial art but even in other sports rings are the first thing one has to take off but not here lmao ). And you weren't living in Konoha yet, but you will soon be. Yes, you'd chosen to move in with him rather than the other way round, knowing that the strong ties he had there meant you'd decided to follow him without following his decision to move to Suna instead, what a thoughtful lover he is.

So that's how you found yourself with a suitcase containing all the belongings of a shinobi, a straw hat on your head to protect you from the sun of Suna ( either you see this as a reference to One Piece or to the scarecrow Kakashi ;) )

However, there was a shadow over the picture : while you knew all the important points in the village, you didn't know the hell where your apartment was, though your ninja techniques enabled you to find it rather easily. Apartment check, Kakashi... not check. So you began to wander through the village under the curious gazes of ordinary inhabitants who didn't know who the hell you were, ninjas though knew since Tsunade preferred to tell them a ninja from Suna was going to settle there to save you from trouble with the police, thanks to her for respecting your privacy.

Suddenly a golden-haired boy you'd come to know, thanks to your now husband Kakashi, as Naruto, the jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, leapt in front of you.

"Hello miss, are you new around here ? I don't remember seeing you before ? What are you up to ?"

"It's incredible to talk so fast" you thought "He's really as energetic as Kakashi told me and he looks taller than in the photo frame" you thought before speaking aloud "Wo we don't know each other, I've just moved to Konoha and I'm looking for my husband"

"Oooh he's from Konoha I see ! Well welcome then. Perhaps I can help you ?"

At these words you smiled "Yes, I'd like that", thinking it over you added "He's probably training, but I've no idea where exactly"

"I know this village like the back of my hand, I'll probably be able to find it easily dattebayo ! Follow me !" he shouted before starting to run in one direction before stopping and looking at you sheepishly "Let's take a walk instead, I'm sure you've come a long way"

( He could have asked your husband's name before running off 😂 )

You nodded, laughing "Indeed, walking sounds more restful" and with that you made your way to the training area Naruto had described to you. He did disappear for a short moment telling you he needed to talk to someone before leading you to the training areas.

A long stretch of open ground, with what looked like a man-made waterfall and a forest below. Speaking of sunken, here was your husband, reading his book on a wooden bench not far from the foot of the waterfall.

Naruto, unaware of this detail, continued "Hey look there ! That's Kakashi sensei. He's going to help you find your husband. But as he's still reading his pervy book, we're going to have trouble moving him"

"Hhhh Jiraiya's books, they're pretty good"

"You know Jiraiya from where you come ?"

"Of course who doesn't ?!?” you said proudly before Naruto continued.

"Well then, you'll get along just fine" he said as he jumped off the waterfall, leaving you chuckling to yourself for a moment before you followed.

Even lying like that he looked hot.

"Kakashi sensei ! Kakashi sensei ! I have with me-"

"Naruto we are on a break, you'll start training again in half an hour" he said in a monotone yet commanding voice without lifting his nose from the book.

"But this lady is looking for her husband and I thought you might be able to help her"

Before he could even lift his nose from the book, you snapped back, "Can you even see daylight with that in front of your eyes ?"

The mere sound of your voice made him lose his composure, and he dropped his book, which came crashing down on his face as he struggled to get up from his lying position to look presentable, almost slipping in the process. As he finally managed to stand up, his book lay face down on the floor.

His dark eyes widened as he met your mischievous ones, a light red settling on his cheekbones, visible on one side of his face. He didn't know you'd be coming so soon "H-hey-"

"Kakashi sensei she's looking for her husband, that means she's no longer to be seduced"

"That's quite true" you said, holding back a laugh at the young boy's clueless state.

Kakashi smirked beneath his mask : "You're right, Naruto, her husband will probably do just fine. Go back to training, I'll help her"

"Ah, at last ! Good luck, miss !" shouted the boy before setting off for the training ground with a cheerful step.

Turning his attention back to you, Kakashi spoke more confidently, "So you're looking for your husband huh", bringing his hands to his hips.

Out of earshot, you seductively replied "Yes, I've had a long trip and I just need to spend some quality time with him"

"Oooh is that so ? "he replied, his voice dropping an octave as he took a step towards you, careful to keep his distance if anyone was watching. You hadn't yet discussed whether it was safe enough to make your relationship public. But living together, it would eventually come out.

He turned quickly, picking up his book and putting it in his back pocket. Then he raised his arm in the air, gesturing to another ninja a few yards away, before pointing at you. The other brown ninja, wearing a forehead protector, saluted you before giving Kakashi a thumbs-up, taking the time to give him a knowing look.

"Don't worry, that's typical Tenzo, he's always making funny faces" you chuckled at his words before greeting the boy. Then you started walking away from the training area.

"I hope you had a good trip. You didn't get lost on the way" he said, his voice much softer and giddier, with a joking tone, now that you were out of earshot.

"How could I have gotten lost knowing that my needy husband was always bringing me to Konohagakure to secretly spend time with me" you replied, making him chuckle nervously while scratching the back of his head.

The more you were walking and chatting the more he wanted to get close to you, he was itching to have his mouth pressed against yours. But in the middle of the village it was impossible. "Where are we going by the way this isn't the way home"

"No it isn't, we're a bit far from there. So I just thought- here" and with that he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you towards an alleyway out of sight.

"You just have to tell yourself it's an aperitif of what is to come" he said in a husky voice, lowering his mask before pressing his lips against yours, pushing you harshly against the nearest wall, his hands resting on either side of your head. Pouring into this kiss all the effect of the lack your absence has had on him.

"Ooh getting risky I like it" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck "What is going to come next ?"

"Keep this up and you might soon find out" and with that he grabbed your hips before lifting you up and as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He put his mouth back on yours, this time directly going to French kiss you ( French like me lmao ). His tongue caressed yours over and over again until your legs tightened around his waist.

That's when you both felt another chakra close to you. Its source was unknown to you, but the same could not be said for Kakashi. As he stepped back, Kakashi instinctively pulled up his mask, before gently placing you on the ground. As you gently resumed your breathing, your eyes lifted to the source of the chakra.

"S-sorry I didn't want to disturb you but Naruto told me earlier that she was looking for her husband I-I d-"

“Oooh so that’s were he went” you thought before exchanging a glance before kakashi interrupted him "Don't worry she found him"

Iruka's mouth opened and closed like a fish, his index fingers pointing at you and then at him repeatedly "you- erm eh ?" ( yeah that mean "You're married ?" )

You took a quick step before reaching out to shake his hand, "I'm Y/n Hatake. Kakashi's wife" you smiled widely, you've been dying since forever to say that. Kakashi under his mask was smiling too because he too was dying since forever to hear you say that. Hotter than any Icha Icha he has read.

Iruka stretched out his hand towards you, a genuine smile coming over his face which a few seconds ago had been totally embarrassed "Nice to meet you under that name" he chuckled nervously, still embarrassed by the situation before. Indeed, you have the brief opportunity to cross paths one day in the hokage's office during your travels on missions defending the interests of Suna and Konohagakure.

Suddenly as if he remembered with full force what he had stumbled on he spoke again " I-I-I'll leave you now, you're in good hands" "I bet she is " Kakashi said under his breath, as Iruka waved at you both before disappearing as fast as he appeared ( Naruto wasn't near going to hear the end of this, well I mean Iruka is going to slap the back of his head without ever telling him why )

Kakashi whose hands were encircling your waist from behind spoke up "So were were we my beautiful wife ?"

"We were about to go home because I'm not gonna get caught twice in the same day during my first day here"

"At least they'll know who you belong too" he chuckled a hint of possessiveness in his tone

"Well if I were the one hiding under a mask I'd say the same. But everybody sees my damn face so it's without me" you said as you made your way out of the alley "If you want it you'll have to get it" you said seductively before jumping and disappearing out of his sight.

For a second he was stunned, a smirk plastered on his face. Oh you wanted to play. Fine but should be careful because he is a hell of a player. You'd challenged him, so he was going to find you. He could still smell you trailing a track. Better be ready because he'll find you very quickly and he won't need to ask anyone if they've seen his wife. It's your game but here you're on his field. You won't be able to escape him. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍩🥗 Again my requests are open 🥯🍮

A/n 2 : In the original version Naruto was supposed to think Y/n's husband disappeared and he was going to tell the whole village if they saw her husband. Y/n would have been so stunned by the way Naruto handles it she would have just followed to see what he was gonna do. At the end they would have eneded up at Tsunade's office and Kakashi would have been there and Y/n just goes : "Thank you for helping me" and she goes to stand next to Kakashi and Naruto is like 😃🤠🤡

But then I wouldn't have been able to add the French kiss scene 👀🤣😭

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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[klmp11s]

Hello! Hope your requests are on! I was hoping you'll do my request (M reader)

First years where they were having a ruckus and broke one of the reader's favorite and proudest paintings (ripped and wood broken in pieces) COUGHACECOUGH. They tried to hide it but sadly they had to show it. Reader tries not to show any hard feelings against them because it's an accident but they were really devastated because their hard work was basically thrown out of the window but they try not to show their sadness to a painting! It's a painting, it doesn't matter at all obviously! They've been spacing out and their mood is slightly down because of it but yk they try not to show it :3

HELLO BB, SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG 😭😭I loved this request so much.(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: The first-year students accidentally broke a reader's painting Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt Warning: male!reader, slight hurt/comfort? I'm not sure, it's mostly soft, ooc(?), (the boys themselves draw a painting for you)

Ace Trappola

Lmao this request was totally for him He is literally sure that now you will not talk to him. The moment when he broke the picture: his heart stopped for a moment and he just looks at WHAT EXACTLY broke with the thoughts that firstly, he will be killed, and secondly, he will kill himself, when he sees your upset face When instead of swearing and arguing, you just quietly say something like “it's just a painting, Ace, it doesn't matter.” He definitely feels worse than if you yelled and kicked him out. He definitely doesn’t believe everything you say like “it’s okay/you can go, I’ll clean everything up/don’t worry so much.” He sees how your hands are shaking, you know? He cleans everything himself. Seriously: boy won't even let you touch the broken frame. After that, he almost runs to his dorm to ask what he should do. Like, he just broke that thing that you kept so carefully and admiringly told and showed him how to make amends? They literally give him a plan with point by point advice so that he doesn’t ruin anything. 1. Bring you a gift to replace what he broke. He definitely wasn't thrilled with the idea of painting you a picture with his own hands, but it would still be fair. Effort for effort, understand? 2. Apologies. From the bottom of his heart, with words through his mouth, so that you can see and HEAR that he is very sorry and he really didn’t want this to happen. 3. Don't put pressure on you. Give you time and not pry into your personal space, you need to think about everything, right? 4. Next comes action based on the situation. No matter how crookedly he got it, he definitely painted you a picture from the bottom of his heart. Well, now you just need to apologize, right? … Okay, this is a lot more complicated than he thought. What should he say? “please forgive me for breaking your most beloved, dear, beautiful painting that you spent many hours on, I’m very sorry”? He doesn’t know at all how to choose the words to make it right. As a result, he decides that the apology can be sorted out as the situation progresses. Literally as soon as he crosses your threshold, RIVERS of words and sentences flow from his mouth. With one hand he pulls the picture towards you, and the other frantically waves it in different directions. You can literally hear him begin to choke while he non-stop tries to apologize to you. Eventually, he stops talking and holds out his hand with the painting and looks at you. The longer the silence lasts, the more he thinks he did something wrong. Maybe you didn’t want to see him, but he almost burst into your room? Could it be something even worse? Then he hears you quietly giggling. Okay, super, great, that's a good sign. His eyes are glued to your face and he sees how you look at his “painting” that he painted for you. It's not so bad, you're even surprised. Okay, maybe art from the heart really does matter. You carefully walk past Ace and he watches as you carefully hang his painting in the place where your painting previously hung. Okay, OKAY THAT'S definitely a VERY good sign. Okay, now he sees your sly look and understands that now he will have to explain himself about the new love language. And perhaps someday in the future he will receive one painting especially for him?

Deuce Spade

Please, he's so sweet, I'm sure he caused a cauldron that accidentally flew into the wall. 😭 But now, he is literally in PANIC when he sees that it is not a vase or something else that has broken, but YOUR FAVORITE PAINTING I'm not sure he would try to hide it because he would literally try to put the pieces and pieces of the painting back together while looking like a panicked puppy The moment he sees you, he will begin to apologize, cling to your sleeves and ASK TO FORGIVE HIM because he didn’t do it on purpose, really. Afterwards, when your face turns from confusion to slight grief, he realizes that everything is VERY BAD When he is already returning to the room, he calls his mother to find out what to do. He has absolutely no idea how to improve the situation. Even if his mother jokingly says to paint a painting for you, he takes it seriously. It will be fair! He will definitely need a few days and advice from older students, I think this is his first experience in something so creative. Especially if the painting is for you. He loves you, he is sorry that this happened and he wants you to not be sad anymore, understood? At the same moment when he finishes the picture, he almost runs towards you. Does the paint take some time to dry? Well, they'll dry while he's running, lol. You are sitting in your room sad because of him, so he should bring a smile to your face as soon as possible! (He didn't hurt it, really. He is very careful with what he does for you.) When you open the door to let him in, the first thing you see is the canvas he holds out to you. Unusual? Unusual. His apology is quiet. Of course, there are many of them and they are really sincere, that he tries not to ruin the moment and speaks quietly. When he sees your soft gaze focused on the painting, he becomes silent and looks at you. He was never an artist, but what he did for you is priceless. You look from the painting to the empty wall, and say that his idea to fill the void is quite good. You decide to give the painting time to dry, carefully leaving it horizontal. Well, now all your attention is focused on Deuce, you still have to talk to him, right? By the time he leaves your room, the painting is almost dry. (I'm sure he will also hang it on the wall himself. It was his fault that it fell, and it was his initiative that it will hang.)

Jack Howl

I can't even imagine how this happened A second, the picture is already on the floor and he is completely confused. Afterwards he sees the reason for the loud sound and he LITERALLY: 😦😧😨 Okay, he definitely, like Deuce, will try to collect all the pieces so that you don’t accidentally get hurt, but there’s literally a crisis going on in his head. He accidentally broke something you've been working on for just over a month, it's a disaster. At the moment he is ALREADY thinking about how he should apologize to you. As soon as he sees you and your sad eyes, his ears literally press to his head. To all his apologies you respond “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. It's okay, it's nothing more than just a painting." Well, now he is more than sure that he needs something more than a verbal apology. The first thing that came to his mind: something that he himself would treasure, at that same second an idea comes to him: Make something for you that is equivalent to what was broken. Jack knows he's not an artist or anything, but for you, he's really willing to try. And after that, you will again be able to have fun with him and you will take care of the cacti in his room together! Oh. He definitely decided that it would be an apology for you. He would also ask the older students in his dorm for advice, and maybe even Vil, since he doesn't really understand art. But, I am more than sure that he is trying to paint a picture for you as neatly and pleasing to the eye as possible. The day after he finished the painting, he would pick up one of his cacti for you along with any little thing you like and head over to you. Once you let him into your room, he hands you a carefully wrapped canvas and a small patterned bag. Okay, now he's trying to find words for you. As soon as you open the package, he starts apologizing to you. Sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye you see how nervously his tail is darting and you turn your gaze from the cactus he gave him to the painting. Did he draw this himself? You hear him quiet down a little when you take the picture in your hands and looks into your face with hope. A soft smile touches your lips. And really, he tried so hard to make amends to you that he was ready to paint a painting for you himself? You hold out the canvas to him and ask him to hang it in the place where your painting previously hung. You carefully take the plant he gave you and place it nearby with your new decorative item. Did he really try that hard for you? Now, you can go somewhere together and relax, and when you return, your new favorite painting will be waiting for you.

Epel Felmier

Please, I’m not sure that in principle he could reach your painting /j But let's skip this point. Now all that was left was: him, the broken picture on the floor that you had been telling him about for a week, and panic. He is literally ready to hide all the evidence the moment he realizes that you will be broken just like your painting. When he hears your steps behind him, he is ready to be thrown out of the room and not be spoken to again. But all you told him: “Epel, it’s just canvas and paints. Tell me better, weren't you hurt? Did you accidentally cut yourself?” ok, now it would be better if you silently kicked him out of the room. He begins to apologize to you and words like “to a strong man, the fragments could hardly harm me” definitely slip into his speech. After that, he immediately headed to his dorm. Perhaps he definitely needs help. As he tells Vil his problem, he sneaks a glance at Rook, who looks like he's already aware of what happened. Okay, now all hope lies with these two, he doesn’t know how best to apologize to you. The idea about the painting was definitely suggested by Vil himself, but Rook added that he should apologize to you in detail. Not as Rook himself would have done, but approximately. Fine. There is a rough plan of action, but one problem: Epel has absolutely no idea how to paint. It looks like he will have to spend even more time with these two, but you are at stake and for your sake he is ready to spend as much time with the members of the verbal dorm as necessary The phrase “art takes time” becomes one of his least favorites. He wants to finish as soon as possible and come running to you with all the speeches he could come up with, but he has to wait until the painting dries. In the morning, when everything is finally ready, he almost knocks over a couple of students as he runs towards you. As soon as he crosses the threshold of your room, one of his hands is in yours and the other is holding out a painting to you. Well, this is the most unusual morning you could have. You, still sleepy, look at the painting in your hand and distantly hear Epel's apology. A smile touches your lips. Was he really that worried about this all this time? You remove your hand from his and ruffle his hair. HE WILL NOT LET YOU HANG THE PICTURE I'm serious. If necessary: HE IS READY TO CLIMB ON A CHAIR, TABLE, IT DOESN’T MATTER, BUT HE WILL DO IT

Sebek Zigvolt

He did this because it wasn't Malleus in the painting/j To be honest, I don't even know how this could happen. Most likely, he hit something, and that “something” dropped the painting… But okay, now he’s confused What fell? Oh.. OH WAIT He just dropped and broke a painting of his loved one. He would help you pick up the broken pieces and try to apologize to you. Moreover, I am sure that the apology will be quiet, in a whisper, rather than his usually loud voice. He's really sorry that this happened when you respond with something like, “It's okay. It’s just a painting” he really feels guilty. Okay, now he needs help apologizing to you properly. A true knight should not upset those he loves. And now.. His Diasomnia group is trying to help him. But I'm more than sure that Silver came up with the idea for the painting. (You can start fighting me, I'm ready.) Malleus and Lilia offered more ideas for verbal apologies, maybe even written ones, but the moment Silver woke up and listened to part of their conversation, he offered to give you a painting. Still, the painting that was dear to you was broken, so why shouldn’t he make amends by painting a new one for you himself? But even so, I think that all three helped Sebek in painting the picture. He must do it with love, right? And love is a rather fragile thing, so he shouldn’t rush so much. He could have written you a letter of apology, but I think he decided to stick with a verbal apology. When he finished the picture, I think that his Diasomnia group lastly gave him advice or some quotes for an apology 😭 The moment he entered your room, he began to ask for your forgiveness more loudly than last time. In the middle of his monologue, he handed you a picture from behind and He didn’t look at your face anymore. Yes, he painted this picture, please forgive him, but he can't look you in the eyes, he will stumble and forget what he was talking about 😭 When he hears your quiet laugh, he falls silent and watches you approach the empty wall. A couple of seconds and he understands what you want to do. Okay, honey, he's glad you forgive him, but take your hands off and let him hang the picture. He will do it himself, you understand? Afterwards, he could invite you to take a walk with him, but, of course, when he is absolutely sure that you feel better than before

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[horreurscopes]

So, I could be out-of-bounds here since I think you meant it as dark humor, but what did you mean in the tags of that 'israel-hamas war' post? I suspect you(and op) are criticizing that framing because Israel is obviously demolishing much more than 'Hamas'(and probably doing a terrible job of actually targeting terrorists- they seem content to reduce Gaza to rubble even if the brass of Hamas escapes). I'm guessing that by saying "joining the Israel-Hamas war on the side of Hamas" you mean, if they're going to conflate Palestinians with Hamas unilaterally, then you're saying, whatever the media wants to call Palestinian civilians- you still support them. I am asking anyways though bc, given reports of increasing antisemitic activity in the US and Europe, I am worried about the potential for blurring lines between the cause of Palestinian civilians and the alt-right individuals who are likely masking their antisemitism in the context of being anti-Zionist. Although Israel's government has been the source of Palestinian loss for decades, (it seems to me that) even joking about supporting terrorism is enough to reinforce the persuasion that Israeli/Palestinian Jews and Palestinian Arabs must be mutually-exclusive peoples. I don't think it's fully rational per se(tho I'm not claiming to have all the relevant information myself, and I'm white US American goyim so like- grain of salt-), but I think that existential fear is the incredible hurdle facing Zionist Jews. (Idc too much about the opinions of non-Jewish Zionists bc I don't grant that they are dealing with the same emotional complications at this time, although that doesn't stop me from arguing w my acquaintances abt their callous acceptance of US/Israeli propaganda.) I just think..... isn't it overall harmful to allow anti-semitic rhetoric, even used sarcastically, to enter the genuine humanist cause for Palestinian liberation? Or, have I misunderstood, and you actually are not in opposition to Hamas, or something else I didn't think of?

hi! thank you for approaching the question thoughtfully and with curiosity, i really appreciate it. i was being kind of flippant with that meme, but this is the only ask i'm going to reply to on the matter given that i am neither jewish nor arab, so i'm going to answer in earnest:

hamas is a political resistance movement with an armed wing, much like the black panthers party was, and like the bpp, a large part of the organization is dedicated to social welfare and civic restoration.

they have stated that they are not against judaism, but against the zionist project. they openly support political solutions.

labeling hamas a terrorist group is a propaganda tactic used by the united states and israel to justify the horrors of settler colonization.

hamas is palestine, a part of it, even if palestinians like any other demographic on earth, are not a unified, single-minded people. to declare hamas a separate entity falls prey to the imperialist lie that there is an enemy to fight "fairly" within the people they are displacing and exterminating.

am i rejoicing in the deaths of israelis? of course not. killing civilians and taking civilian hostages is a war crime, whether it is committed by the opresor or the oppressed. the israeli government is not its people, and many jews, within israel as well as in the US, are bravely risking their lives to publicly dissent the criminal acts of the israeli government. all loss of human life is a tragedy.

no one should ever be faced with the choice between annihilation and murderous violence after exhausting all other forms of peaceful protest and being massacred like animals.

but why is it that we consider a resistance group formed within a population with a median age of eighteen a terrorist group, and not the IDF, a US-backed military force with an annual budget of twenty billion dollars?

i am currently reading hamas and civil society in gaza by sara roy to learn more about hamas and the history of israel in palestine. i'll remember to post more excerpts which i am admittedly terrible at.

but all of the information above can be found by reading wikipedia. investigating with duckduckgo searches (not gonna pretend google isn't prioritizing propaganda, to be fair), and reading reliable news coverage like aljazeera and the many journalists who are at risk of, or have lost their lives, reporting on the ground.

i have also appreciated reading posts from @determinate-negation @opencommunion @fairuzfan @ibtisams and @bloglikeanegyptian amongst others

in conclusion:

#palestine

[misguidedasgardian]

The Hour of the Wolf

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: The dark hours before the end of Aegon Targaryen II

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, talks about bedding and non concensual sexual relationships, threats of mutilation, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon 

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Notes: A bit short, but I'm setting a tone here

Corlys could sense the tension in the room, everyone, at least, the survivors, were dangerously quiet, they shared concerned looks between them all.

Alicent’s mouth always seemed to be twisted in inhumane ways, but now… the edges of her mouth almost falls down of her face by her chin

“All the traitors are going to die”, said Aegon, twisting his hands, playing with the rings he had placed in his fingers… trying to hide the fact that they were burnt, the skin melted. He used now high colored shirts and vests, but the still raw, tender skin that was never going to heal, could still be seen in the side of his face, no matter he had decided to let his wild hair ungroomed, fall long framed his chubby face.

“We will be overrun”, admitted Corlys, “A Northerner army, a big one, is passing trough Harrenhal right now, they had been joined by people in the Riverlands that still are faithful to Rhaenyra’s cause, and also from the Vale in the Narrow Sea, we will be defeated, and we will burn inside this walls”, he sentenced 

“I think the Velaryon Fleet needs incentive, Lord Corlys, to face the traitors of the Vale”, two years ago, the council would have laughed to the drunken fool’s face that called himself King, but as they looked into his wild lilac eyes… no one laughed

Corlys was the only one to dare directly into his eyes

In defiance

Say it

He begged him with a silent threat in his dark eyes

Do it

Threaten me

“I think we need to send a little message…”, he continued, “I want my little nephew’s cock on a platter, and that little whore… in my chambers by the time we finish here, maybe that way, if we send them a set of sheets with my niece’s maidenhead in them, perhaps we will tell the fucking traitors what will happen to them all”

“Take the black, your grace, step down”

“I will kill them, to every last trace of my cunt of a half sister, i will take away the reason for their rebellion, they were be no other contender to the throne but me, and I will marry Cassandra Baratheon, she will give me true, strong heirs, worthy of the Iron Throne” 

“Your grace”, he said slowly. “maybe, telling them of your marriage with the princess, instead of her bloodied sheets would be more effective”, he counseled

“He is right Aegon”, said Alicent softly, “an alliance between the two branches of the family will ease them, and Cregan Stark, when knowing Rhaenyra’s blood will sit on the Iron Throne one day, he will go back North”, she said hopefully, she placed her hand on his son forearm, but he pulled it, rejecting his mother’s touch 

“Bring her to my chambers tonight”, he said to the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he didn't like it, but nodded nonetheless without saying anything

“Aegon”, reasoned Alicent, “she is very delicate, and an innocent in all of this”

“Isn’t she the daughter of my whore of a sister?”, he mocked, Alicent said nothing as she played with her fingers nervously, “isn’t she what you called her a thousand times over? a bastard?”

“That doesn’t mean… we will be surrounded”

“Call in Lord Borros then, they will attack the traitors from the back, and killed them against the city walls”, he mocked

“Lord Borros is dead your grace”, said Corlys, playing with the dragon eye in front of him, he then stopped, and look up at him, he found the twisted King looking back at him with a sick smile 

“Right, sometimes I forget”, he said dismissively, he took the chalice of wine next to him and took it to his lips

5 minutes without drinking

A new record 

“the Lannisters then”, he said

“By the time the Lannister piece together the scraps left of their army, our head will be at stakes at the gates of the city”, Lord Corlys debated, Larys Strong only got quiet, looking to the left and to the right, who was next to speak, who was next to loose his temper. It was truly entertaining 

“We hold the city”, he mocked, “we will close the gates and those savages will be scratching their heads, wondering how they could breach the walls, they don’t have siege weapons

“What they have is the rest of the country’s resources, while they starved us to death”, he fought again

“Not if your armada defeats the Arryn’s, as they should”

Then finally, his crazy, deranged eyes stopped at the face of Corlys Velaryon

“I will cut your granddaughter's ear and sent it to Alyn Velaryon, to go and encourage him to fight the fucking traitors”

That was it

“That is not going to be necessary, your grace, Alyn will fight the Arryn fleet, there is no doubt in my mind, I will send word to him personally”

“there shouldn’t be no need”, he snapped, “I am the King!”, he said, pointing to his own chest, “and they are loyal to me, they will fight”, Corlys nodded 

That was it then

They shared looks with Tyland Lannister

His fate was set 

The small council meeting was done, and everyone return to their chambers, it was already the hour of the owl, the Keep was dark, very lighten up, it lost ghostly, like it had been abandoned 

Corlys walked silently to his chambers, as a maid passed by him, he gave her a small sack and nodded, she barely looked at him and walked away

It was sealed 

“Where is the princess?”, he asked the guard posted at her rooms, he shook his head, the Sea Snake barely nodded, “keep her there”, he commanded, and kept walking

He needed his wits, he was going to need every ounce of diplomacy he still held to survive the coming weeks

A pack of wolves was coming

And they were going to ravage every Green that still drew breath

There had never lived a Stark who forgot an oath

Cregan Stark had promised Rhaenyra he was going to raise an army and march south to guard her and destroy her enemies that still were raising arms

Rhaenyra was dead

And yet the wolf was coming to fulfill his promise 

. . .

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros”, she sang softly, grabbing tightly the small incense in her hand, “Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis”, she kept lighting up the candles, “Hen ñuhā elēnī, Perzyssy vestretis”, she wavered, looking up at the skull of Balerion, “Se gēlȳn irūdaks. Ānogrose, Perzyro udrȳssi”, she moved to the next table, lighting up the small candles one by one, it could be maddening, but she had been here every night, “Ezīmptos laehossi”, she continued, “Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan, Hae mērot gierūli”, she looked up at the huge skull again, hoping, praying for something, like he was going to brought the black dread back to life

“Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī”, she finished the song with a single tear falling down her cheek

“Balerion, Jaes morgho, mazēdas ñuha lentor, sir gūrogon zirȳla, nyke jorepagon syt se morghon hen dārys”

[Balerion, god of death, he took my family, now take him, I pray to you for the death of the Usurper], she whispered 

She looked down at the candles, as she played with her fingers in the small flames, she could feel nothing, her skin didn't melt, unlike her sleeve

“Morghūljagon”, she whispered, extinguishing the flames from a simple blow of her lips 

Die.

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[wri0thesley]

cw: fantasising, reader is afab, non-consensual . . . drawing??? haz said to me 'do you think welt would draw you if he had a crush on you? draw hentai of you?' and, alas. this occurred.

"Mr Yang?" Your voice is a soft little thing; Welt barely hears it over the sound of his pencil scratching on the paper. Eyes focused on the lines as they take shape. You pause after calling, and timidly knock twice on the door of the cabin. "May I open the door?"

"Mm?" He calls, still not moving his eyes from the paper before him. "Is something wrong?" He's so close to finishing this one; just a few more lines, a little shading here, a shine to the strings of arousal dripping down your thighs from where you're being stretched open on his cock--

You take that as assent. His door creaks open slowly - and there you are, in the flesh.

It's then that he realises exactly what he's doing, and panics.

His sketch is right there, on his desk - you, in all of your beautiful glory, lovingly rendered down to the last detail. That wouldn't be so bad, he supposes, if it were just a portrait; a snatched moment of one of your smiles. Heaven knows you've seen him draw the others - both seriously, for practise, and in little caricatures that make you laugh and shift closer to him until he can smell your perfume sticking to your skin and his cock twitches in his trousers in interest.

He tries to shove it to one side as you walk towards him, unsure if he heard you the first time. You're saying something about Himeko and the Express's next stop.

Welt's movements are too clumsy. Beneath this sketch are others of you - ones he would never work on in common areas. You, mouth open, tears beading in your eyes as your mouth struggles to hold his length. Him, you in his lap, hands running all over you - some dialogue or other about 'being happy to instruct', you calling him 'Mr Yang' . . .

He never wanted to be caught like this. He hadn't meant to! But every image of you that he conjured was so delicious, his imagination overactive, and before he'd even realised it he'd amassed a portfolio of . . . He doesn't even know what to call it. Hentai? Erotica? Self-indulgent fantasy art?

He sweeps most of it into a pile as you stop by his desk and give him a smile so sweet that it makes his teeth ache - but the final sketch, the one he's been working on today, doesn't quite make it. It floats down to the ground as Welt's heart plummets into his chest, and you - lovely you, so helpful, so eager to win Welt's favour (that eagerness has been displayed time and time again in his art) - bend down to retrieve it.

You sneak a glance at what he's been working on, expecting to see some fun robot design (you know he likes robot characters), perhaps a sketch from life of the other passengers, a few simplified Pom Poms like Welt has been character designing for a children's cartoon.

A part of you hopes you see a sketch of yourself. Every time Welt draws you with a smile on his face and his voice soft, you melt inside - and seeing the way Welt sees you, sometimes you even feel beautiful.

You have your mouth all open ready to give a heartfelt compliment when you notice what it is on the paper, and your mouth goes dry.

This is certainly a drawing of you.

This is a drawing of you utterly bare save for a pair of thigh high stockings digging in to your legs, being vigorously and thoroughly fucked by a man who is just out of frame.

"I . . ." You don't know what to do, your hand still holding the sketch. You're trembling, but your mouth has opened just a little, your pupils blown wide. He can see your pulse point fluttering wildly in your throat, and not for the first time he thinks about his lips brushing over it. Teeth worrying into the soft skin of your neck. Biting you, kissing you, sucking his marks into you-- "Do you want me to c-come back later? I'm sure Himeko wouldn't mind postponing the meeting, if you're busy--"

Your voice cracks on the words, your eyes once more flickering down to the sketch. Every curve of you has been drawn with such precision. The curve of your bare ass, the way that the hand of the out of view man sinks into the plush curve of your hip, lines denoting the way your skin indents under the fingertips.

How long has Welt looked at you, to be able to recreate you from memory so easily? He's wrong about how you keep yourself down there, missed out a few markings of your inner thighs and chest that he's never had reason to see . . . but everything else?

Welt looks at you; eyes behind his glasses flashing. You've always thought him handsome. He looks at you now and notices the way you tremble on the edge of not quite knowing what to do, at war with your own desires. The stars outside the cabin play prettily on your face, reflected in your eyes - and oh, it is hard for him not to think of how you'd look on his bed, face turned towards the great expanse of space. Stars in your eyes and his cock inside of you and your body trembling and shaking under his ministrations.

You notice something else in the sketch; the other hand, on your head to pull you back and onto the man's cock . . . gloved. Much like Welt's own.

"I-is this supposed to be . . ." Your words shake and shudder, not only from nervousness but from a sudden bolt of arousal that makes your knees feel weak. "Me?"

Us?, goes the unvoiced second question.

"Close the door," he says, his voice somehow managing to be even. "I'm sorry, my dear. This was . . . horribly inappropriate of me. I'll be out in a moment."

He wonders if you'll ask Himeko to let you off at the Express's next stop, not wanting to be alone with him - or if you'll give in to the feelings warring within you. Your eyes flash. Teeth bite into your bottom lip.

"Is this what you think I'd look like?" You ask him, eventually, in no more than a whisper. You're still looking down at the sketch.

The longer you look at it, the more you can see the passion that he's put into it. The lines denoting the movement of his hips - the peek of his shirt cuffs at the wrist, his cane half-in frame. The puff of breath coming from where you can just see the silhouette of his mouth.

The meticulous attention to detail in your face - your mouth perfectly shaped, your hair exact. Every mole and every freckle and every scar visible in your everyday clothes has a match on the you that Welt has so lovingly rendered. This is a man who has studied you. Learnt you by heart.

"No," Welt says. "I think you'd be prettier."

You swallow. You look up from the sketch.

". . . Do you want to see for real?"

#writing #drabble #welt yang x reader #welt yang smut #hsr x reader #hsr smut #nat.txt #not sfw text

[mooonjin]

Pretty, Little, Risky

Notes: merrry christams and have a happy new years poplessss!! thank you for ur support these past 6 months? i think!! i will contniue posting on a chill rate since ill be going on vacation <3

Pairing: König x f!reader

Summary: For a guy who has social anxiety, you didn't think he'd act like this behind closed doors.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - very dom!konig, sub reader, drabbleeee, BRIEF piss mentions, bdsm vibes, cnc, unprotected piv (be protected yall), breeding mentions, swearing, degradation, BRIEF squirting mentions - tell me if I've missed anything!

It's dark, partially cold and quiet. It was nothing but you and him in this room, on the bed.

"Tight enough?" Konig cooed at you as he gazed at your bound figure. Ropes scattered on the side of the mattress and more strung around your torso to keep your arms behind yourself.

The rope encouraged your tits to press up, appearing more perky than usual.

You were muffled with his piss stained boxers, tears streaking down your red face. It was difficult to answer him as the room quickly filled with wet plaps, his cock drilling into your unprepared cunt.

His entire framed crushed you, pushing his hips against your bruised thighs. You squirmed, wanting him to slow down so you could adjust but Konig hungrily thrust into your abused cunt.

He wasn't slowing down and his cock constantly brushed against the spot inside you that you didn't want. You weren't sure if you wanted this but all your attempts to stop him proved useless. He pinched your nipples, biting and sucking on them til they hurt and almost drew blood.

"You whore..." he grunted, grabbing the rope wrapped around your torso and used it as leverage. He pulled you onto his cock, sending pain and pleasure throughout your body. You were so exhausted that at this point, you were his toy. His worthless slut. He continued to fuck your cunt senseless, his thick length and throbbing cock milking all the juices out of you.

All the juices.

He gazed down at your used pussy, watching as it swallowed his cock up, slowly lubricating his length. His balls slapped against your hole, feeling his hand dig into the flesh on your hips.

Konig's chest puffed, sweat dripping down his figure as he drove himself deeper into you. The tummy bulge was now more noticeable, his cock prodding under the skin of your lower abdomen.

He took his huge, calloused hand and pressed it down where the bulge was, "I'm so fucking deep in you... can't make me pull out," he grinned, applying more pressure so you could feel his cock grind against your insides.

Konig was rough, his words harsh and his care for your current state disregarded. He called you names like he was catcalling you, calling you a 2 cent whore for riling him up and how useless you were.

But you were so pretty and petite to him that all he could think about was taking you for himself however he liked, no matter how humiliating and no matter how direct your 'yes' and 'no's' were. The wet noises of his cock pumping into your dripping pussy was loud enough that it dominated over your muffled cries and whimpers.

Your pleas and desperation to be untied went ignored as he ruthlessly used your cunt. The combination of his huge cock and your stretched-out-sore pussy only added to the pain and pleasure, "M'gonna breed this tight hole... fuck!" He cursed with a loud groan, his hips speeding up as his seed spilled inside you. His warm load painting your throbbing cunt and spilling out from how much he came.

Fuck, he didn't even wear a goddamn condom.

More tears spilled out your eyes as he didn't bother pulling out but instead, continuing to pound you. Konig groaned satisfactory, reaching for your swollen clit. He rubbed it vigorously, "I know you can feel my cum..."

"Come on baby.... I want you to squirt for me."

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Post-Notes: i went a little more nasty in this smut also i will post non-smut soon ;3

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@darkangel4121

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[slashersteve]

Hi, can I request a Steve Harrington x girlfriend reader where they get into a car wreck and Steve freaks out. At first the reader thinks it's about the car but it's really about them.

This request actually reminded me of a part of an old, unpublished series I wrote a few years ago a little after s3, so I revamped it for this. Also, I'm trying a new format for writing more shorter requests! Thank you lovely <3

warnings/extra tags: cursing, mentions of blood, car accident, st2 steve because meooow

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The car was a wreck.

The frame of it looked like it was completely demolished, the red paint scratched off in various places, and the headlights were practically non-existent. The windshield too was one tap away from being completely shattered.

It certainly looked like it belonged in this junkyard you recklessly drove it through in order to save your boyfriend and the kids he found himself babysitting and monster hunting with.

You might say the cherry on top was the demodog blood that stained the scrapped pieces of the car, or the actual demodog that was pinned against the destroyed hood.

"What-what the hell just happened!?" Steve was shouting from where he had laid on the ground after he jumped out of your way, "Oh my god!"

You were stumbling out of the car, your head feeling incredibly disoriented before you nearly collapsed. Your hand had found a metal bin filled with various junk, and you leaned on it as to not fall to the ground.

The sound of Steve calling your name made you lift your head up to see a panicked expression written on your boyfriend's face as he was running toward you. You stared at him for a second, before you remembered what you had just done.

Your heart sank, realizing that the car you just crashed into a couple of demodogs wasn't yours. It was Steve's, and you probably just totaled it right in front of him. When you turned your head and saw the damage, guilt had already settled in you, and you very quickly began to apologize.

"I'm so sorry," you told him, your voice still quite winded from the crash, "I just saw a bunch of them surround you and I didn't know what else to do, so I just-"

Steve was in front of you now, his soft brown eyes frantically moving over your face before resting on a cut on your forehead that was protruding blood.

You didn't even realize you were injured, too focused on the fact that you destroyed Steve's car.

"I can't believe this," Steve said to you, and you almost wanted to cry, "Are you crazy? God dammit, you really just did that-"

At the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, Steve felt his heart stop and he thought the worst.

"I swear Steve, I will help you fix it, or hell I'll give you my car until I can get you a new one, god I am such an asshole, I didn't even think about it-"

Steve had barely started to listen what you were talking about, as his attention was on your wound and he was about to ask you if you were hurt bad anywhere else because you were about to cry.

"Wait what?" Steve asked you, his eyes resting back on yours.

You were frowning deeply, and replied in a quiet voice, "I destroyed your car, Steve."

His eyebrows drew inward, and his eyes flashed toward the smoking, hunk of metal that was currently pinning a twitching demodog against another, much older and abandoned car.

Steve blinked for a moment, clearly seeing the damage then turned back to you, "What? That's what you're worried about?"

You nodded weakly, "Yeah, it's your car Steve-"

"Screw the damn car," he interrupted, looking at you as if you had grown two heads when you really only assumed he cared about that hunk of metal rather than the well-being and safety of his girlfriend.

You still weren’t getting it though, “But I totally ruined it-“

Steve interrupted you again, “I’m more concerned about you, shit, you’re bleeding pretty bad. Henderson! I hope you have bandages in that backpack of yours or something!” His hand reached upward to the top of your forehead, his hand carefully touching around the wound. You winced when he did, and he apologized.

You didn’t know why you were so concerned with the car rather than yourself too, or why you would think for a moment that Steve, your loving boyfriend, would care more about it than you.

He clenched his jaw and shook his head when your eyes met each others and he saw your still confused gaze.

"Did you seriously think I cared more about a car?" he asked you, still baffled by the fact that you probably did.

"....no," you lied, and he shook his head and laughed quietly. He grasped your hand then and began to lead you toward the bus with the kids and where Dustin was pulling out a bandage from a medkit he was smart enough to bring.

"The car can be replaced, you cannot be, now come on before more of those...bastards show up," Steve told you, "Don't do that again though, god you scared me."

It was touching to realize that it was you Steve was concerned about, even with the pulsing pain in your head, and your half-foggy mind. It served as a reminder to you that Steve loved and cared for you as much as you loved and cared for him.

#brought to you by me someone who drank a whole iced coffee at 3 am and got this written #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #reader insert #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #asks #ily anon #anonymous #requests

[thefriendlyghvst]

distant // svt jeon wonwoo (pt. 2)

synopsis: after you come home drunk and angry late one night, wonwoo realises he has to change to keep loving you from this close.

(forced marriage trope, non-idol au, kinda(?) angst)

a/n: ask and you shall receive HAHAHAH due to popular demand here's the second part my sweets! i'm sorry it took a longgg while for me to write this, i've been pretty busy 😅 it's a bit long (i may have gotten carried away) but i hope you guys like it!! enjoy xx

for the friends that wished for a part 2 🫶

@ykh94 @feat-sun @yoonclip @zeervzn @laquarosere @septemberskies @celestarvs

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you tucked a lone strand of hair behind your ear as you hooked on the earring that matched your outfit, adjusting your dress as soon as you were done. you smoothed out whatever crinkles that were visible and inhaled deeply as you took a final look in the mirror.

it was the night of the dinner. the dress you were wearing was pretty, a v-line maxi dress that reached just below your knees with sleeves that puffed a little bit at the shoulders and cuffed at your wrists. you paired the navy blue dress with a silver belt and a matching silver watch and butterfly shaped earrings. wonwoo had bought the jewelry for you in secret, telling you they would look good with your favourite watch when he gifted it to you a few days ago.

"you look pretty," he complimented you as you stepped out of your room.

very, very pretty, he thought, but he kept it to himself. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. he noticed the earrings and his heart swelled.

i knew it would look good, he thought to himself.

"i... uh, thank you," you managed a smile at him. "you look nice too,"

wonwoo smiled. he was wearing a button-up that matched the colour of your dress, donning his signature office look. his shirt was tucked into his black trousers, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. his hair was parted and styled neatly, his rectangular frames resting on the bridge of his nose making him look all the more appealing to anyone who had eyes. he looked really nice.

the both of you left the apartment and made your way to his car quietly. the dinner was being held by one of your closest friends, choi seungcheol, to celebrate his birthday.

wonwoo was nervous, to say the least. he was pacing around the living room just moments before you stepped out. the idea of a social event thrilled neither of you, but he was more worried about messing things up between the both of you.

the morning after your outburst, you had been the one to apologise first over breakfast. you told him you had a long week and shouldn't have taken it out on him, but it bothered him. why were you the one apologising when he was the one in the wrong? there was one thing wonwoo realised over and over: he didn't deserve you.

it bothered him so much his heart hurt for days. he didn't think he deserved you, but a selfish part of him wants you by his side. your marriage was forced, but over time it seems he found comfort in your smile and peace in your presence. so his selfishness is working to keep you as close to him as he can. he should have been better to you from the start, but at least (he hoped) it wasn't too late.

it's been almost two weeks since your confrontation, and every day since, he's been trying to make it up to you. you noticed, no matter how grand or subtle his gestures were.

it was awkward at first. you weren't used to being the centre of his attention. he was being more attentive and you weren't just strangers living in the same house anymore, so it felt weird. you were confused. you were finally getting along with him as you've wanted, but it was so odd you contemplated whether going back to the way things were was a better option.

you contemplated going back to the way things were to the time even before you met him.

you had touched on the topic of divorce that morning while the both of you were eating, but wonwoo stopped chewing and paled so ghostly white you thought he was going to fall sick, so you just cleared your throat and said it was about a friend. you never brought it up again. wonwoo still saw through your lie and it's been keeping him on edge. he was determined not to let you go.

you wanted to give in. he wasn't a man of many words, but he was trying. he was trying his absolute best and you wanted so badly to let yourself love him with everything you have to give. but you were scared.

what if he's just being nice? he's a good guy, it's how he is.

so many thoughts would cloud your mind and wonwoo would catch you zoning out often, sometimes even when you watched him. you've seen his kindness. he was a good hyung, son, and friend. he doesn't usually raise his voice and you were sure his heart was made of gold. his smiles were warm and sincere, and he was so beautiful and gentle with just about anything and anyone. there wasn't anything extravagant and special about the way he is with you now, he was just being himself and warming up to you more.

and it was so hard not to notice. he'd come home earlier on some days just to have dinner with you, or sit with you to watch TV while he worked. he'd crack jokes you'd think were funny, and even if you tried, you couldn't miss the fond smile that rested on his features as he let his soft gaze linger while you talked, or laughed, or did something.

it petrified you. the care and love you felt for him scared you to your wit's end. you didn't know what to do with yourself. if you let the walls you tried so hard to build crumble, whose fault would it be? wonwoo's for showing this side of him that you so desperately wanted to see? or yours for never learning your lesson?

"we're here," you heard him say.

you turned to face him, surprised to see him leaning his weight on his elbow that he had propped onto the storage compartment between your seats.

the light from the streetlamp outside illuminated his features so well he looked ethereal. heck, even the light in the car could have been the moonlight with the way he looked right now. 

his seatbelt was already off, which meant that you might have already reached your destination for a few minutes. you could have sworn you were at a stop light just a few seconds ago. so had he just been watching you?

wonwoo did park the car a few minutes ago. he turned to announce your arrival, but you were chewing on your bottom lip so deep in thought that he didn't want to interrupt. he settled for taking off his seatbelt and propping his elbow on the storage compartment, watching you with your eyebrows furrowed.

he wanted to know what you were thinking. he wanted to know how you felt. he worried if you were trying to find reasons to leave him, not that it would be difficult. he wanted to know if you thought about him. he wanted to know everything about you, beyond his observations.

please don't leave me, i love you. he thought.

i love you. he realised.

his heart ached. the only regret in his life right now is not realising how much you meant to him sooner.

he noticed you sigh subconsciously and decided to tell you that you were already at the venue. when you met his eyes, he smiled warmly. the kind that emphasised his smile lines as he flashed his perfect teeth and made his eyes small.

you returned the expression with a smile of your own, your heart beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. you wished so so much that your face wasn't burning up. that would be embarrassing. you haven't had the chance to admit it to him, but wonwoo's smile was your favourite thing in the world.

"shall we?" he asked and you nodded.

you inhaled. suddenly nervous, you fumbled a little with your seatbelt but managed to unbuckle it, moving to open the car door and get out.

"wait, let me do it," he said.

"it's okay, won. i can do it," you tried but he was already out of the vehicle and jogging to the other side.

you collected your birthday gift for seungcheol and your purse from your lap as he opened the car door. wonwoo's heart was beating in his ears as you thanked him with a small smile, stepping out of the vehicle and letting him lock it behind you.

you walked towards the event hall while he collected his own gift, deciding your heart couldn't take it if you turned around to wait for him. you couldn't watch as he tried so hard to win you over. it broke your heart.

but it was also because of your weak heart that you walked slowly, pretending to make sure everything was in your purse so that he could catch up to you quickly. it worked, and you felt his presence next to you shortly after. his height allowed his shadow to loom over you, blocking the light from the streetlamp.

you couldn't resist and looked at him. he had a look of concern washed over his features, wordlessly asking if anything was missing. you swallowed hard. he was closer than you thought, but you managed a reply and told him you were just double-checking and that you had everything. he nodded and the both of you walked quietly across the street.

"can i... uh- can i hold your hand?" he broke the silence, taking the risk after contemplating it in his head for what felt like hours.

wonwoo felt like he couldn't breathe when you didn't respond. you were taken aback and couldn't find the words at all. he was beginning to regret even asking, awkwardly adjusting his collar until he felt your hand clasp his.

he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and looked at you while he smiled in relief, but you weren't looking at him.

you refused to. if you did, your guarded walls would crumble. the effect he had on you was dangerous.

the both of you reached the venue where the dinner was being held still hand in hand, but you let go as soon as you saw seungcheol to wave at him. wonwoo gave his hyung a hug and wished him a happy birthday and you did the same when he came up to you. the two of you passed the older man his gifts and he beamed, inviting you further in the hall as he welcomed other guests that came after you.

wonwoo licked his lips nervously, wanting to take your hand in his again. but since you made no move to do it, he decided against it and kept his hand balled into a fist by his side. he didn't want to push his luck too far.

the both of you walked over to where some of your mutual friends and wonwoo's colleagues sat. you took a seat next to vernon and seungkwan, who have been your best friends since high school. wonwoo took a seat in between you and his best friend and business partner mingyu, who you smiled at politely while walking past him earlier to take your seat.

"do you need anything?" vernon asked from next to you while the waiters started serving food on all the guest tables.

"no, thank you. i got it," you smiled at him.

vernon nodded and passed you a glass of water that was handed to him by the waiter, which you thanked him again for. he mumbled a 'no problem' as he grabbed another two glasses for seungkwan and himself.

"kwannie, could you get me two sashimis there?" you pointed at the sushi buffet laid out in front of him in the middle of the table.

wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek as he watched seungkwan grab your plate to help you, wishing you asked him for help too. he was fond of seungkwan and vernon, he really was. he was glad that you could count on them, but wonwoo wanted you to rely on him too. especially since he knew you rarely asked for help if you could do it yourself.

the rest of the dinner flew by. you mostly spoke to vernon and seungkwan, and occasionally to seungcheol who came by every now and then to talk or check how things were going.

most of the dinner's guests left after seungcheol's closing birthday speech, and only about twelve of his closest friends, wonwoo included, stayed behind for some drinks and a short get-together.

it was well after midnight when you and wonwoo reached home. since wonwoo had a few drinks, you drove home and let him take a nap in the car. you appreciated the quiet ride, not willing to strike up a conversation. you preferred the silence mostly because you didn't know what to say.

what you also didn't know was that wonwoo only pretended to be asleep in the car. at the function today, he felt his heart sink deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach as he watched you interact and laugh with other people.

he wouldn't have minded. he would have actually loved it had you not been ignoring him for the most part. he wanted to brush it off as you haven't met your friends in a while due to your work, but you actively avoided eye contact and looked away quickly whenever you did meet his eyes. it made him think the worst case scenarios.

he wanted to share laughs with you too. the dinner was an opportunity he had been looking forward to, but he forgot that it was a social event after all. he couldn't help it. it felt like all his progress went down the drain.

so he pretended that he was asleep in the car and stood behind you when you unlocked the door to your shared apartment. you took him by surprise when you turned and grabbed his arm to guide him in, letting go only when you sat him on the sofa and went to pour him a glass of water.

you set the mug of water down and wished him goodnight. when you straightened up to leave, he quickly held on to your forearm. his grip wasn't too strong but it stopped you in your tracks anyway.

"why are you avoiding me?" he finally asked the burning question in his head.

"i'm not avoiding you," you denied.

it was a lie and even he knew it, but he relented when you gently peeled his fingers off of your arm.

"yes you are," his voice lowered as he stood. "why?"

"i don't know what you're talking about," you averted his gaze.

"you're doing it again," he stepped forward and you stepped back.

"i'm not doing anything," you tried to stand your ground, looking at him again.

"you're taking care of me one moment and then the next you're refusing to speak to me," he explained. "did i do anything wrong?"

his voice cracked and your heart wrenched painfully in your chest. he gently held your hands but you pulled away, apologising softly.

"no, no. i'm the one who's sorry," he retracted his hand and paused.

you shook your head. "you didn't do anything to be sorry for,"

"then why are you avoiding me?"

"wonwoo, please understand," you began, and his heart hurt that you called him by his full name. what happened to the nickname you gave him?

your throat was closing up and you were finding it more difficult to control the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

"what is there to understand?" he pried. "you're confusing me,"

"i can't spend a single second more with you," you admitted, the tears you tried so hard to hide streaming down your face.

his eyes widened and his heart leapt up to his throat. his head hurt. this was it. you were set on leaving him already, no matter what he did to try and keep you by his side. he desperately searched your expression, but all he saw were your tears. you were crying and it pained him. he hated himself for being the reason you were crying again.

"sweetheart, please don't cry," wonwoo reached forward, but you stepped back, wiping your tears and turning away from him.

a choked sob from him forced you to face him again. he sat back down, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as tears of his own started to wet his cheeks. he wiped his face quickly.

"whatever it is, i'm sorry," he cried. "but please don't leave. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry,"

"wonwoo, please," you begged.

your resolve was crumbling. you couldn't watch him fall apart like this. you kneeled in front of him when he buried his face in his hands. it could have been the drinks he had, but wonwoo found himself unable to control his emotions. you pried his hands away from his face and forced him to look at you.

"please let me go, hm?" you coaxed, but he shook his head, still crying.

"why can't you understand?" you rested your forehead against your fists that were holding his hands. "i can't spend another second with you or else-"

you froze. you almost let it slip and wished he wouldn't ask, but of course he heard it and had to know.

"or else what?"

"nothing," you got up quickly and turned your back to him.

"stop avoiding me, y/n. talk to me, please," he begged.

"or else what?" his voice cleared.

"or else i'll fall in love with you!" you confessed, facing him while you threw your hands up in frustration.

wonwoo was standing again, frozen in place at your admission. you sniffled and sighed, eyes burning into his.

"again," your voice lowered to barely a whisper. "and you won't love me. again,"

your words hung so thick in the air it suffocated you. both of you.

"i'm tired of this, won. if you don't want me, let me go. i can't keep loving you if-"

your sentence was cut short as he grabbed your hands and pulled you into his embrace, engulfing you in his arms and his large frame. this was the first time you were this close to him, and you could feel his heart hammering against the shell of your ear.

a fresh stream of tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you sobbed into his chest. if this was how he felt, why didn't he ever tell you? wonwoo didn't know what to do, so he tightened his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

when you regained yourself, he cupped your face in his hands as you pulled away and sniffled. he grinned at you, that heartache he called a smile tugging at your heartstrings. his cheeks were wet with his own tears, which you reached up to wipe. he chuckled and shook his head, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb and then his face with his sleeves.

"do you love me that much?" he asked quietly. "enough to love me a second time?"

you nodded, still unable to find the right words that expressed your thoughts. you didn't have to, though, because wonwoo understood. he studied your features for a little while, caressing your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"may i?" he asked again, this time making you raise your eyebrows.

you hummed inquisitively and he leaned forward. oh.

you closed the gap between the both of you, your lips meeting his. the both of you held on to each other as if you were afraid the other would disappear if either of you let go. his hand cupped your cheek gently while the other rested on your waist, and your hands were in his hair and on his back. the both of you eventually broke the kiss and he nestled his face in the crook of your neck while you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"i love you too," he pecked your skin. "i'm sorry it took me so long to realise. please don't leave me,"

"wonwoo..."

"hmm?" he hummed against your neck, worried again when you didn't call him by his nickname.

"that tickles," you joked and a loud laugh reverberated from his chest.

i love you. enough to love you for more than just this lifetime. you thought as you let yourself giggle and tighten your arms around him.

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masterlist // part 1

#imagine #oneshots #fiction #oneshot #seventeen #seventeen angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #svt wonu #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonu #jeon wonu #svt imagines #svt #non idol au #distant part 2

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Cinderella | Leonardo

okay, i am aware this isn't my greatest work but i actually kind of like it, or i enjoyed writing it at least because i'm a sucker for fairytales being applied to non-fairytale stories/settings... also i spent about the same amount of time writing this as i did attempting to find a gif of leo in that damn suit and then i ended up having to make my own because i couldn't find one of just leo...

2003!Fast Foward

warnings: none? cleavage mention, one innuendo, fem!reader... genuinely nothing other than non-proof read writing

summary: when leo meets cinderella

word count: 1437

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Leonardo likes people watching – which is not stalking no matter what Raphael says. He likes imagining their lives and catching snippets of arguments and jests and idle conversation, and he especially likes watching people in his colour, even if some of the gowns and suits he sees are abominations fit for incineration rather than an evening out.

Although, he concedes, there are a lot of pretty outfits tonight, including a dashing cornflower blue, pinstriped three piece suit – complete with a fedora and all – that Leo quietly longs to have in his closet. His brothers would probably laugh and Donny would accuse him of wanting to look like a noir detective (and so what if he did?), but Leo was used to tuning out their teasing.

He settles against a wall and continues to watch. There’s a lot of blue in the crowd; shades of navy and midnight, indigo and periwinkle threatening to bleed into purple and catching and sparkling in the light.

For every fashion win, however, there are another two fashion failures, and Leo can't hide his wince as a woman saunters past with undeserved, and therefore impressive, confidence clad in a ghastly shade of turquoise and adorned with fur trimmings.

He loves blue more than anyone else, he really does, but even that shade has skipped over the boundaries of ostentatious into obnoxious, and Leo has to blink to try and erase the monstrosity from his mind.

Pulling his eyes away from another blasphemous shade of cyan passing through the doorway, he scans the sea of people casually and smiles amusedly as he quickly spots Raph. He’s got his arm around Donny who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, clumsily hunched and torn between politeness and awkwardness as his brother flirts brazenly.

He can’t find Mikey and he lets his eyes roam the room once more to make sure he hasn’t missed him, although missing Mikey is pretty impossible, not least because he's in a bright orange tuxedo. It should worry him more, although he’s not sure whether to be worried for Mikey or for whomever Mikey is with, but all thoughts of his little brother are expelled from his mind when he catches a breathtaking shade of blue across the floor.

The dress is long and shimmering, fabric pooling on the floor, and Leo follows the material upwards, transfixed as it cascades and ripples over skin like water. It’s so blue.

His breath hitches as he traces bare neck and lands on the most beautiful face he’s even seen. You’re looking right at him. He feels faint, hyperaware of his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears, the racing flap of a hummingbird’s wings matching the flutter of butterflies within his stomach.

Love at first sight is such a ridiculous, illogical notion. It's fanciful and childish. It’s unrealistic and goes against everything Leo has been taught and everything he expects from himself. But your dress matches his suit, matches his mask, he's a mutant turtle, and he’s already striding towards you and you’re meeting him halfway, and before he can even stop and think about what he’s doing he’s asking you for a dance.

His breath hitches again as your palm glides against his and he rests his other along the curve of your hip, feeling the heat of your body through your dress.

Years of training have made his feet steady and his frame strong, but Leo still feels a little out of place as he does his best to lead you around the floor. You smile at him, soft and amused, easily reading the tension in his shoulders with the palms of your hands. “You need to relax,” you murmur teasingly. “Breathing would be a good start.

His shoulders gradually slump under the gentle caress of your hands as you dance in companionable quiet, and your answering beam causes his breath to catch in his throat. This doesn’t feel real, it feels like a dream and a fairytale all at once – perhaps also combined with a nightmare because his brothers are watching and even Mikey has reappeared to gawk – as Leo twirls you gracefully.

He might feel out of place, but the two of you are perfectly in sync. You’re calm and flowing in his arms, your gown whirling and billowing behind you like a silent wave rolling against the shore with every step and spin, and you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

In all honesty, Leo has no idea what to say now that you’re in his arms. He should probably speak before it gets awkward, before you leave and he never gets to see you again, but his heart feels like its trapped in his throat and even the thought of speaking makes him nauseous as those butterflies continue to assault the lining of his stomach.

He thanks every deity he can name that you break the silence first. “Do I get to know the name of my dance partner?”

Your smile is wide and bright as you wait for his reply, and it takes Leo a moment to register your question. When he does, his answer is a stammering mess that makes it impossible for you to hide the gooey endearment on your face, eyes all-but moulding into little hearts as you slowly bridge the sliver of space between your bodies.

You can feel solid muscle flexing beneath your palms as his breath stutters, and you can’t hide the satisfied grin blooming across your lips, cheeks aching when his hand flattens against your spine and he extinguishes the final inch between you like smothering a flame – except the instance your chest is flush against his, that flame is burning brighter, roaring and scorching, and your eyes flutter as his lips brush yours in a whisper of a touch.

“And your name?” Leo asks, breath fanning your face and unable to tear his gaze away from you. “Don’t tell me it’s Cinderella.”

You laugh, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, and Leo’s heart clenches in adoration. “That would be silly,” you tell him playfully, glancing down at your dress and pretending not to notice the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, pausing for a moment too long, as they follow yours. “I would never be so on the nose.”

“Of course, my mistake. I am terribly sorry for my misjudgement.”

“Although,” you admit, accepting his tongue-in-cheek apology with a mischievous dip of your chin and letting your lips roll to conceal a smile as you glance at him coyly from under your lashes, “I do actually have to leave before midnight.”

Leo blinks. “Don’t tell me this dress will turn to rags and your carriage is a pumpkin.”

You shrug nonchalantly and it’s Leo’s turn to laugh. “A girl has to have her secrets.”

“Are you hiding glass slippers beneath that skirt?”

“Oh, I bet you’d love to know what’s under my skirt, Leonardo.”

His face is hot, and Leo has never been more glad to be a turtle, green skin disguising a heated blush. “You’re a terrible tease.”

The music has stopped, and Leo reluctantly lets you step back, already missing the warmth of you as he takes in his surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, as if the two of you have been underwater, alone in the world, this entire time and have only just broken through to the surface.

It’s no longer just his brothers gawking; you’ve attracted quite the crowd with your dancing, and he realises he’s not sure how long the pair of you have been spinning away – it could have been a minute, or it could have been twenty.

As he glances at his brothers and does his best to ignore the whispering swarm, he’s not sure his face could get any hotter. Mikey is grinning widely, cheering and hooting and receiving plenty of dirty looks, not at all phased by the chastising glare Leo shoots him, while Donny and Raph look equal parts awed and confused, impressed and disgruntled.

Leo rolls his eyes and turns to face you again only to be met with the lingering scent of your perfume and empty space. Panic shoots through him like lightning and he’s about to rush for the nearest exit when he almost stomps on something.

His laugh is barking and loud and his brothers look even more confused as he picks up a heel. It’s not a glass slipper, but it is blue and there’s a slip of paper with a phone number and your name that Leo slips into his pocket.

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo x reader #leonardo tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2003 #tmnt fast forward #leo tmnt #tmnt leo x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt leo

[princessisfinethx]

An idea I keep thinking about. Vampire König x Human reader.

Mentions of blood, sex(non-con if you think about it but it's not depicted) gun mentioned not used, under the cut. But this is not your typical damsel attacked by vampire.

(don't tell my guy friend but I got my inspiration from the books he recommended me, Necroscope. Second book.)don't read those books if you like vampires; it will haunt you.)

~

Vampires can control people's minds, they lure them away somewhere secluded, drink their blood, then leave. That's what König has done the last few centuries. He finds a victim, hypnotizes them, brings them to an alleyway, or maybe his home, and then drinks their blood. If he's feeling pent up and his victim is horny, he'll fuck them as well. He's not picky, having male, female, trans, partners. Could he call them partners? No, he shouldn't.

He of course, makes sure that his victims are well fed and have drank something before he disposes of them. Like a blood bank perhaps. They give him blood, he gives them food and water. He knows sometimes the sex thing isn't what everyone wants so he's careful to pick his victims on that part, like if he can smell their arousal. But always, after sex, he erased their memory. He doesn't have to, but perhaps the human part of himself would feel guilty. It already does, he thinks bitterly.

So here he is in a nightclub, watching bodies dance across the floor as lights flashed across his body and face. He sat perched at the bar stool, a glass of wine in his hands. He was glad that he could still drink liquids. Though the thirst for blood always gnawed at the back of his mind. His eyes searched the floor, looking for someone, anyone, who was by themselves. Tonight, it seemed couples and friend groups ruled the floor.

He didn't waste much time, setting his half empty glass of wine down and leaving the loud club. His ears thrummed as the music no longer blasted in his ears, but the ringing didn't stop. He stood outside, then in his peripheral vision, he spotted a person sitting on the curb. You. Your outfit looked like the clubbing type, and your eyes were half lidded. Though you were sitting, you were swaying slightly, because you were buzzed.

Perfect.

He came up to you and tilted his head. "Are you waiting for someone?" His accent was heavy as he spoke. He watched your facial features shift as you registered his voice.

"I'm supposed to say yes." You mumbled. You hadn't looked up at him. He shifted and kneeled down beside you, waiting for you to look at him. The trick with hypnotism, is that the victim must look into his eyes. When he first discovered his ability, he would accidentally hypnotize people often. He was older now, and he has better control of it. "I don't know if they're coming anymore.."

König studied your face, tracing over your features. You were beautiful, in his opinion. Your hair framed your face perfectly, and your body seemed to only enhance your beauty. He nods and looks up at your eyes again, waiting. "Your friends abandoned you? How cruel..."

You snorted and shook your head. "No, they didn't do that." Your words slurred. "My Uber, I tried getting one but my phone died, after, it sent." You sigh and look down at your phone, then slowly turn your head. Your eyes met his. He had an alluring mix of green and blue eyes, they reminded you of marbles.

König stared up at you, watching you stare back. Then he spoke. "Come home with me, I'll take care of you." At this point, he knows he has you. Your eyes locked on his,half lidded and unmoving. There was a faint scent of arousal on you, but he decided he wouldn't fuck you. Some kind of guilt washed over him as he stared at you. Such a beautiful person who was alone, abandoned.

But then you looked away and hummed. "No thanks."

What the hell.

He stared at you dumbfoundly, watching as you let out a long yawn. You rejected him?? After he hypnotized you?

Maybe he didn't then? Did his hypnosis not work for some reason? He looked around, stood up and walked to a group of people. He pulled a guy aside quickly, ignoring his protests and looked him in the eyes. The guy froze and König spoke, "Go and punch that stranger."

The man turned and found the person, another male who was bigger than himself and right hooked him. The other man angrily punched back without hesitation, and a fight began to break out. Slowly, König's head turned towards you. You were clumsily standing up, and walking away. He watched then decided to follow behind you quickly.

So you were immune? Were you perhaps, also a vampire? König stopped you, standing in front of you and grabbing your face. "Hold still." He moved your lips and looked at your teeth. He stared, but your teeth shape didn't suggest fangs. They were normal. You groaned in annoyance and slapped his hands away.

"Let go of me you creep!" You shook your head but paused when he grabbed your face again. You looked up at König and he was staring you down intensely. As he did, you felt a slight headache surge through your head and you cringe. It happened before when you looked at him but you chalked it off as too much booze, not enough water.

"Come home with me." He said, more like demanded again, and you reached into your pocket.

"No!" You pull out your pepper spray and let rip across his eyes. He screamed and groaned, wiping them while you began to run back towards the club. He watched, the sting was already gone and his confusion was only intensified. You made it inside and shakily asked the bartender for help, who did so in a flash. They offered water and if you wanted to call the police but you denied the last, going with their first offer.

You were brought home, after getting your phone charged a little, you phoned your roommate and explained how you were attacked kind of. When you got back to your shared apartment, your roommate was outside waiting, with a gun.

You snorted, still in your buzzed state as you walked inside with her. "That guy is long gone, put the glock away." She seemed uneasy and started asking you dozens of questions.

You tried to give your full account of everything, but you were tired. You mentioned you kept getting a little headache but it was gone now. Then you mentioned how the man pulled at your lips to look at your teeth, which you were laughing about. Why was that so funny?

But your roommate looked terrified. You stopped laughing and calmly explained that you had the whole thing handled, and she nodded slowly. She helped you to bed and told you she'd need to talk with you in the morning. You thought you'd be getting a lecture of some kind, and you groaned at the thought.

As you drifted to sleep, you failed to notice the lurking figure looking at you through your 3rd story window.

((Lmk if y'all want more. Mama will provide 🧑‍🍳))

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[ifearimaybeanamericanidiot]

could u do a smut where Chris is just constantly playfully teasing the reader (ruffling her hair, humping the air if she bends over, calling her names) and the whole time she’s trying to get his attention and seduce him but he doesn’t get it until she gets annoyed and has to explain herself

Chris x reader

TW: smut, uhhhh language ig, angst?

We're filming a video for the guys' Friday post. Well, we were. Now, we're just sitting in the car and talking about random shit. Chris is in the front with Matt. I'm in the back with Nick and their friend Kaitlyn. Apparently, they had just recently gotten close with her and wanted her to have fun with the Friday video too.

Honestly, I don't see how they like her. I don't. Normally, I'm a girl's girl. The whole time, she was pushing me away though. The angle is hard to get right in the car when it's more than just the guys. Everyone knows that. Nick is in his usual spot, Kaitlyn took the middle, so I'm sitting behind Chris's seat. Normally, I wouldn't mind because it's not a big deal. I can just peak around his seat to be in frame. Except, Kaitlyn talks with her hands which gives me into the back corner hidden by Chris.

At one point, she literally pushed my head back. Nick, Chris, and Matt were so involved in arguing that they didn't notice though. Kaitlyn, of course, was right in the middle with all the typical pick me lines. 'Guys, this isn't you 🥺' It's so fucking annoying.

Plus, she's all up on Chris and Matt. She's touching their arms, twirling and flicking her hair. It's so stupid. She's so stupid. A pang of guilt strikes me as I think it.

"We should go back to your place." Kaitlyn drags her hand down Chris's arm. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She turns to Matt. "We can drop little miss hermit back here off." Never fucking mind. I'm glad I thought she was stupid. And a bitch.

"No, we're having a sleepover? The fuck?" Nick intervenes. I love him. He's a good friend.

"Oh. Whatever. Me, Chris, and Matt will have fun." I roll my eyes and grab my phone. I text Nick.

| tf is her problem.

| I have no fucking clue- she's getting on my nerves though

| THEY DON'T WANNA FUCK YOU BITCH

| 🤭🤭🤭

Kaitlyn tries to peer at mine and Nick's phone screens. I'm glad we invested in the privacy screen protectors.

| I'm going to text the GC to see if there's any chance of shaking her.

I give Nick a subtle thumbs up. After a minute, Nick frowns. Matt starts the car and begins pulling out of the driveway. Shit.

| I'm guessing Chris and Matt are oblivious as fuck?

| 100%

I frown, closing my messages and turning my phone off. Come on guys, see what a dick she is. I turn to look out the window and wait for this awful ride to be over. Kaitlyn non stop flirts the whole time. It's ridiculous. And since Matt is driving, pretty much all of her attention is on Chris.

It's driving me crazy. It's not fair. I was so sure Chris had feelings for me too. I had planned on telling him about my feelings soon, but now, with this girl, I don't know. Maybe he was just being nice to me.

We get to the house and before the car has stopped, I'm flinging open my car door and jumping out. I slam the door closed, stomping up to the front of the house. I grab the extra key from under the potted plant and let myself in. It's ridiculous.

I fly up the stairs to Nick's room. I know he'll be up in a minute so I'm satisfied with just waiting right here. I think about all the times Chris cuddled up against me during movie nights. Or how he would pick up a chunk of my hair and start playing with it, wrapping it around his finger only to let it fall back. Or the many times I would bend over to pick something up and he would place his hands on my hips, acting as though he was fucking me. Friends don't do that shit, right?

I express all of this to Nick when he comes up to his room, locking his door behind him. "I just- I'm so mad."

"I understand, sort of." Nick lays on his bed. "Chris does like you, I'm sure of it. I don't know why he's acting like this though."

"What was the witch doing when you came up?" I ask, not sure if I really want to know.

"Oh, Chrissy poo! Matty poo! Let's watch a movie!" Nick does his best impression of Kaitlyn. I laugh hard.

"Let's go bake something." I suggest. Nick oooo's at the idea but suggests changing clothes first. He changes into just a T-shirt and shorts. I get an evil little idea. "Nick, can I borrow one of your shirts? But like, one that Chris and Matt haven't really seen?"

"Sure," he grabs one out of the very back of his closet. "An ex got it for me as a gag gift." He explains. It's a light pink shirt that says 'daddy's girl' in a ridiculous flowy font. I giggle.

"Do you think Chris would die over this?" I ask.

"He'd get a kick out of the shirt alone, if you wear that one pair of shorts you have though-" I know exactly what pair he means. The pair I've had since the 8th grade, the pair that I wore to band camp. They stick to me like glue, and barely go down three inches. I left them here one night. I pull them from a drawer and force them on. The shirt covers my ass, unless I bend over or lift my arms. Perfect.

"Do I look good?" I ask.

"You look perfect." Nick assures me. We head downstairs. "Should we make cupcakes?"

"I'm down for whatever!" I bounce down the stairs. These shorts bring back memories of baking out in the high noon heat in July for hours. They fill me with the confidence of a 16 year old girl that's just perfected rifle turns.

"Hey! Where'd you two go?" Chris's head pops up off of the couch.

"Oh, just to change, we're about to make cupcakes!" I say before Nick can. He goes into the kitchen, probably to get the stuff out.

"Oooo, cupcakes!!" Mat claps his hands together. I smile, and turn around to walk into the kitchen. I let my hips swing a little more than they usually would.

Chris, Matt, and Kaitlyn end up following me into the kitchen. They don't really do much. I get Nick the things he needs, and he does all the mixing. It's a good process.

"Shit." He drops a spoon.

"It's fine! I got it!" I bend over to pick it up. I feel hands on my hips, and for the first time ever, something hard brushes against me. There's a gasp and heavy stomps.

"How dare you! I've been trying all night!" Kaitlyn stomps out of the room, Matt following her. I stand up. Nick puts the cupcakes into the oven.

"I'm going to make sure Matt gets rid of her. Watch the cupcakes." Then, he leaves the room. Now, it's just me and Chris.

I hop up onto the counter. Chris strikes to ruffle my hair but I dodge him. "Hey-" he says sadly.

"No. Don't do that sad shit. You should have thought about this before you let her practically suck your dick the whole night." I say it without thinking. "You don't get to have her and me."

"I don't want her." I roll my eyes at him. "I'm serious. I was just being nice." He fits himself between my legs. "I should have told you. I want you."

"Yeah, you should have." I cross my arms.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your sweet face, perfect body, great personality." He trails off. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You could fuck me." I say jokingly.

"Okay." He unzips his jeans, the rare time he actually wore them. "I'll fuck you so good."

"I was kidding. Just cause I've been trying to get in your pants doesn't mean I'm going to take advantage like this."

"You've been what." It doesn't sound like a question.

"I've been trying to seduce you, one could say."

"Fuck, please let me fuck you." He leans his head against mine. "Been wanting you, didn't think you wanted me back. Please, let me fuck you over the counter, right here. Right now." The heat in the bottom of my stomach makes me give in to what I want.

"Okay, gotta be quick. Before Nick gets back." He nods and kisses me. I'm surprised but I kiss back. Quickly, the kiss is over and he's bending me over the counter, face down. He merely pushes the shorts to the side to allow himself access to slip in.

He does. God, he's big. His dick feels huge inside me, his hands feeling goat trailing my body. I feel like he's crowding me with his size.

"Move, please move." I plead with him. He moves slowly at first, pulling back a few inches before fucking that back in. "Please, Chris. Fuck me." He pulls out, leaving just the top inside before sinking all the way in. From there, he's fucking me into the counter. He leans down, changing the angle and talking in my ear.

"Fuck, princess. You feel so good. Perfectly taking my dick. My good girl." He wraps his hand around to thumb at my clit. "Daddy's good girl." It isn't long before I'm squeezing around him in the height of my orgasm. It isn't too terribly long before he's pulling out to finish across my thighs.

"Fuck." He steps away, coming back and wiping my legs with a paper towel.

"You took me so good. M so proud of you." He picks me up, hugging me tightly. He presses kisses all across my face.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut