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BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM

characters: isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, barou shouei, itoshi rin

content: major angst, reader is female coded (wears a dress, heels and makeup), mentions of smut in barou’s part but nothing actually happens (lol), vulgar language

☆彡 ISAGI YOICHI

“you think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. ‘cause it won’t be me.”

you lay in your cold, desolate bed for the umpteenth time this week alone, which, considering it was only wednesday showed just how often isagi trained past late hours. as much as you understood his passion to climb to the top, it was simply neglect at this point. to you and to himself. you woke up, he was gone. you went to sleep, he wasn’t beside you.

of course, things were never like this in the beginning. he used to be around, take you out, nurture you and show you devoted love for you each and every time.

until he wasn’t.

once his team reached the quarterfinals of the champions league a while back, he changed. 2 hour training sessions in the evening turned into 4, and the time he spent with you halved as a result. it made you feel lonely and simply put, abandoned.

your texts querying his location and when he was coming home lay unanswered and unopened, probably within the confinement of his phone which lay in his bag during training. so you went to bed alone like you always did, missing what your relationship used to be.

as you stared at the pristine, bare white ceiling you heard a key in the lock of the front door. a few moments passed and the door pushed open, pads of feet resounding in the apartment.

you decided to go meet him in the living room, wanting to know if he’s at least okay.

as you entered the room, you were met with his figure, donned in black sweatpants paired with a black compression shirt. his normal post-training gear. the same gear that never failed to make you melt each and every time. he glanced at you in your nightwear and weary expression, due to him returning back so late.

“hey ‘ichi, how was training?”

“alright.”

you immediately frowned. outside the pitch he was never so curt and void of language. especially with you.

you ventured closer towards him, trying to debunk his guarded persona.

“are you sure? did anything happen to you?” you stepped closer still, till you were right in front of him, immediately noticing his dark circles, even in the dim lighting of the living room from the hallway light. you attempted to give him a hug, shrinking back in disappointment once he shrugged you off.

“i said it was alright. i’m fine, just go back to bed, i’ll join in a bit.”

bullshit. you knew full and well he would just retire to the sofa, watching playbacks of his games to further evaluate his performance. even when he wasn’t working physically he would somehow manage to work himself further mentally.

“yoichi. what’s wrong baby?”

“y/n, i won’t repeat myself again. go to bed.”

you stood there in disbelief. as far as you were concerned, you hadn’t done anything wrong, so it’s quite unbelievable that he would take whatever happened today out on you.

“isagi,” you made sure to use his last name to make aware you weren’t fucking around. “come correct with me please. i haven’t done anything to you and i’m concerned for your well-being. you’ve been going to sleep late, training until ungodly hours. this isn’t good for you and i’m now on the receiving end of your misery, god knows why.”

the tone in the room shifted, isagi, now displaying a scowl across his features at your rebuttal. yes, he was well aware he was maltreating himself, but to have you acknowledge his moment of weakness gave him an displeasing itch of anger that no one could scratch, not even you.

before he could think, the next words that flew out of his mouth changed the status of your relationship, whether he meant to or not.

“you think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. ‘cause it won’t be me.”

you instantaneously drew back, his words punching you in the gut and twisting your insides. your heart leapt and fell, never expecting those words, out of isagi’s mouth of all people.

it was deathly silent for a moment, both parties having a staring match. you fought back tears, trying so damn hard to not allow him to see how his words affected you. alas, your emotions got the best of you.

you lightly sniffled, before balling your hands into fists. “you know what yoichi? fuck you, i’m done.”

you turned on your heel and made a beeline towards your shared bedroom, grabbing your biggest duffel and shoving clothes into them, not minding what it was that you picked up. only once isagi was the only individual in the living room did he snap out of his state, realising the weight of his words. he listened to the loud shuffling, registering that he may have just fucked his relationship over for good.

he swiftly followed you, watching you in a frenzy, having just changed into an outfit suitable enough for outside. it was then that he grasped you were serious, and slipped into full panic mode.

“y/n! y/n please baby, i didn’t mean any of that! don’t leave me.” he reached for your arm, falling apart, the same way you did moments before, when you pulled away from his touch. you knew if you succumbed to his pleas you might— might just stay. but you couldn’t. his words resonated within you and made you accept that fact that you needed space at the most, before your relationship delved into something irreparable.

you stood, duffel bag slung on your shoulder, tears running down each cheek, until they conjoined at your chin.

“isagi, i can’t. not right now. not when emotions are running this high. i need space. we should probably talk when we’re both calmed down. i’ll be at meguru’s house so you don’t need to worry about where i am.”

he respected your wishes, he had no choice. if he wanted this relationship to survive he had to.

so he let you go.

☆彡 MIKAGE REO

“you’re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.”

one thing about mikage reo that really ticked you off was his obsession over his best friend, nagi. simply put,

he was always there.

when you were chilling together, when you went out, even after date nights he would come to your shared condo, playing video games with your boyfriend until god knows what time in the morning. it always felt like you had to share and fight for reo’s attention, which was pretty much a losing battle considering reo gave nagi as much of his attention to nagi as he did.

you did your best to not voice your concerns to him, withholding your true feelings, that you did. but sometimes there’s just moments where you can’t help but snap.

and that moment came at your first year anniversary dinner with reo. hell, you should’ve called it your first year anniversary dinner with yourself, considering the fucker didn’t even show up.

you had dolled yourself up so nicely, a sexy silk black dress (purchased with your own money, you didn’t like to depend on reo too much) with matching heels. your makeup was done flawlessly and not a hair out of place.

you sat at an expensive table at an expensive restaurant, sipping over-expensive wine while you waited for him to show up. you hadn’t seen him since this morning, due to him training all day today, but you had planned this dinner with him together a month ago, reservations and all, with reminders here and there about the upcoming date.

you had waited for about an hour, taking into consideration that there could be traffic, although you hadn’t experienced any on the way here, thus giving him the benefit of the doubt.

however, when no signs showed of him arriving you turned to a waiter and excused yourself, paying the bill and walking out to collect your car from the valet.

once it was brought to you and you were seated, ready to drive off, the first thing you did was call reo via the bluetooth feature, beyond pissed off.

after a few rings he picked up, the sounds of video game gunfire audible in the background.

“y/n? what’s up? where are you?”

you scoffed incredulously, ignoring the city lights whizzing past you as you drove on the highway.

“what’s up? where am i? reo, do you know what day it is today?”

“no, why?”

you gripped the leather of your steering wheel, your frustration hitting a boiling point. “you cannot be serious. does our one year anniversary ring any bells, huh? the fact that i’ve reminded you, time and time again? you stood me up reo! what could you have possibly been doing that was more important than remembering a big milestone in our relationship?!”

he didn’t even have to answer for you, because the answer came in the form of a “reo, why did you stop? our team just lost.”

nagi seishiro.

if you weren’t angry before, you were absolutely livid now.

“reo, so you mean to tell me that spending time with your friend was more important than remembering your one year anniversary with your girlfriend? do i mean nothing to you?”

“y/n it’s not that deep, we can just reschedule for tomorrow or something.” you could hear his exasperation through the phone. the audacity of him, considering he was completely at fault here.

“not that deep? not that deep?! you let me sit there for over an hour in an upscale restaurant by myself and didn’t even think to worry about where i was! why is it not getting through to you that you missed our anniversary to play games? you see nagi everyday, whether it’s at training or at home. you mean to tell me that you couldn’t bear to not see him for one singular day out of the week?”

there were probably a ton of possibilities and explanations for why he said what he said next, but if you had to choose, it would probably be the fact that nagi could most likely hear the argument over the phone, which lead reo to attempt to regain control over the situation, by any means possible, to not appear weak.

“you’re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.”

oh. you see how it is.

his words stunned you into silence, knocking the wind out of you. the only sounds that could be heard was the continuous tapping from reo’s controller and the low hum of your engine as you drove.

“look y/n i’m busy now, so we can talk later when you’re ho-”

you didn’t wanna hear what else he had to say, hanging up the call via the steering wheel and letting out a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

without fail you indicated to turn off the highway, making your way to the nearest hotel. nevermind the fact that you didn’t have any clothes, you simply couldn’t handle seeing reo after the way he just wounded you.

once at the hotel and settled in your room you lay swaddled in the crisp white blankets. without any external eyes being able to see your state you let all walls crumble, tears cascading down in waves as you let all the previous bottled emotions fly free.

unbeknownst to you, your phone lay on the side table, softly vibrating whilst the screen lit up to show a picture of you and reo at a theme park, a call coming though from him.

it lay unanswered.

☆彡 NAGI SEISHIRO

“being in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldn’t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.”

you awoke to the sounds of rapid gunfire emanating from the living room, sighing to yourself. once again, nagi was devoting himself to a night of endless gaming.

it was a never-ending cycle. when he wasn't gaming, he was training and vice versa. as much as you loved and embraced the fact that nagi was lazy, he could at least make some effort to give you attention every once in a while.

rubbing the sleep away from your eyes you trudged your way through the apartment wearily, before being met with his figure, hunched on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

"sei, when are you coming to bed? i miss you."

"in a bit y/n."

"sei baby you said that last night, and i came back to you passed out on the sofa. the bluelight isn't good for you, especially so late."

he barely was around as it is, but when he was, he either slept, or was parked on the sofa.

it made you feel unappreciated, and majorly unloved. he never made the effort to take you out, tell you that you ever looked pretty or even acknowledge you anymore. to you at this point he was practically a roommate with a shoddy title that really shouldn't apply to the both of you.

"y/n, just leave me alone for now. i'm too tired to get into it with you."

"so you're too tired to argue with me being concerned for your wellbeing, but not too tired to invest your time into games, which ultimately drains your thought processes more? really sei?"

he was still focusing on the tv instead of your words, which ticked you off. so, determined to get his full attention, for once, you walked towards the tv and stood directly in front of it, blocking his vision, arms crossed and frowning.

"what the hell y/n? you made me lose."

"seishiro, can you stop being an ass for just a second and focus on me and what i have to say?”

faced with no way out, he had to oblige, placing the controller down with a heavy sigh, letting you know he was agitated. you couldn’t give a flying fuck though. you’d had enough of being neglected by nagi, and weren’t going to let him off this time.

“you don’t spend time with me anymore. you never take me out, we don’t ever talk to each other anymore. is it so bad for me to want to spend time with my boyfriend? is a game really more important than me? or is being with me detrimental to you in some way?”

he rolled his eyes, sinking back into the soft material of the sofa, irises piercing into yours. you shrunk back at his change in demeanour.

“being in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldn’t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.”

huh?

“nagi, where is this coming from? what do you mean being in a relationship is a hassl- i’m a hassle?”

he shrugged while rising to his feet, placing a hand behind his head and massaging his neck.

“i said what i said didn’t i? look, i’m going to bed, happy now? i don’t wanna argue with you, you’re too loud when you’re angry.”

you stood in shock, registering his words fully before swallowing and deeply inhaling.

“forget it nagi, i’m leaving. lose my number.”

“leaving to go where?” he watched as you briskly walked to the bedroom, following you in as you changed, grabbing your phone and keys.

“that’s none of your concern anymore. i’m breaking up with you.”

he said nothing as you walked to the front door, leaving with a final slam.

he should’ve stopped you, he really should’ve, for he would come to realise soon enough that allowing you to go,

would be one of the worst decisions he ever made.

☆彡 BAROU SHOUEI

“oi, i didn’t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.”

when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. considering he was so headstrong, particularly when it came to football, there would be moments where he might be nonchalant or absent.

what you didn’t anticipate, would be just how bad he would get.

once his mind was focused on football, specifically climbing his way to the top, there were no distractions, especially from his girlfriend, who at times he deemed his biggest distraction.

you did try to help and aid him every way you could, cooking him meals to eat after late night practices, tending to his injuries he may obtain after over-intensive sessions, cleaning up the apartment flawlessly so he wouldn’t be tempted to do it himself. all you really wanted in return was love.

surely that wasn’t too much to ask for, right?

wrong.

even after 7 months of dating, public outings with attempts to hold his hand resulted in subtle swatting away, instead opting to walk side by side. laying in bed together? don’t expect any cuddles from him. quite laughable actually that you’d ever think he’d be willing to do that. don’t think movie nights will be any different either. you’d better be keeping your hands to yourself.

fucking was a rarity, only really when he was very much pent up with frustration from football, libido overflowing from lack of release. and even then, while you were able to cum, that’s pretty much all there was to it. no making love or anything like that. he wouldn’t display his emotions to you enough in the first place for that to ever happen.

when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. but you didn’t know it would be this hard. you figured he would loosen up eventually, getting used to at least some form of affection towards you. a little peck on the lips, or a hug from behind every once in a while would be nice.

one day, you simply grew tired. you were sitting on the dining table with him, having just finished dinner. barou stood up, ready to leave the table to shower.

“shouei.”

he stopped in his tracks, pivoting on one heel to turn and face you. his face remained blank, save for his usual signature eyebrow, arched in waiting.

“hm?”

“i-” you suddenly grew self conscious, afraid to voice your concerns to him. if you wanted things to change however, this conversation had to happen sooner rather than later.

“can we do more stuff together?”

his face now contorted into utter confusion, genuinely puzzled by what you were trying to say.

“what do you mean? i do enough with you do i not?”

“no, not that that sho’, i mean more couples stuff. like…couldn’t you just be more affectionate? i just— i don’t know how you feel about me at certain points, you don’t tell me anything as it is.”

he looked at you, playing with your hands, trying to look anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable about this conversation.

“cmon y/n, you know how it goes already, i’m not into shit like that. i may like you and all, but all that lovey-dovey stuff? that ain’t me. never has and never will be. surely you should understand how i feel about you? the fact that i’ve kept you around this long should say more than enough.”

damn. fucking cold. either way, you weren’t backing down. you stood there, holding a firm staring competition with him before opening your mouth to speak.

“shouei, it’s been 7 months and news flash! it doesn’t. when you do shit like this, it makes me feel fucking inadequate. like i’m not deserving of you. long story short, you make me feel like shit. i’m tired of it sho’.”

“y/n, regardless of how you feel, i told you how i feel, and that ain’t gonna change.”

you couldn’t accept what he was telling you, believing that what you were saying weren’t getting through to his thick skull. his stance was too relaxed for your liking, arms simply crossed over the other, looking slightly bored.

“you’re not getting it shouei!” you raised your voice slightly, not quite shouting, but about two thirds of the way there. “you’re not understan-”

“oi, i didn’t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.”

you halted, making sure you heard him correctly. to hear that he basically wouldn’t fight for 7 months worth of memories and time with each other left you in denial that it would be so easy for him to let go.

“excuse me?”

“did i stutter? fix up, or leave. two choices, one answer. it’s up to you but whatever you pick is your business.”

he gave you an out, an out from what you were currently going through. and as much as you did love and care for barou, you’d be a fool not to take it. things would only get worse.

you chose the latter, opting to leave, considering how little value your relationship held to barou. weeks passed, and the items you once held in the apartment decreased, leaving a half completed house, just like your heart.

he continued as normal at first, trying to get used to the newfound ‘freedom’. but as days passed on, the emptiness of the household became more apparent. the meals you used to cook were no more, barou having to take on the tasks himself. his injuries were taken care of in a subpar manner. while he could do it adequately, they weren’t bandaged or plastered as well as you used to do it. yes he would clean, but having it done already when he came back from training and to his standard…made him start to realise just how much you really did for him.

and maybe— maybe you weren’t so bad to have around. you did give him a sense of comfort that he could not achieve on his own, filling him on things that happened during your day gave him a sense of normalcy which alternately gave him that balance from his meticulous life as a quickly rising footballer.

he missed you, he missed what you had,

it’s a pity he realised only when it was too late.

☆彡 ITOSHI RIN

“honestly i don’t understand why i got with you in the first place. you’re so lukewarm it hurts.”

you were both busy. you both knew and understood that. rin was constantly abroad on travels for football and you had your own stuff going on at work, often leaving the office late at night.

when your schedules would occasionally match up and you’d both be home, most of the time it would still be you alone. rin would go off on his own to his usual training ground and work himself to the bone. he wouldn’t even tell you he was leaving, disregarding your worries or concerns that may surface.

you jolted awake randomly, looking to your left to see disturbed duvet covers, but an empty side. yet again. next you turned to your phone, squinting at the light from the screen which temporarily blinded you.

2:34am

you could take a guess or two at where rin was. specifically because you knew he lost his last match abroad and was pissed off about it, meaning double the training he usually did. you threw on some clothes, splashed water on your face and grabbed your car keys to drive to the open football field.

the massive stadium style lights lit up the field, illuminating it in a cool white, as you pulled up next to rin’s car. even from the car park you could hear the discernible sounds of rin’s foot booting a ball repeatedly. once closer, you could see him in his normal training gear, sweating profusely, enough to fill a small bucket.

“rin!”

he stopped, just short of making the next ball his victim, making eye contact with you, not expecting to see you there of all places this late.

he waited until you had crossed the distance between you, and stood in front of him to speak.

“y/n, why are you out here this early? i thought you were sleeping.”

“rin, i should be asking you that. it’s too early to be this active my love. come home please, i’m worried for you.”

all was silent for a moment, the only audible sounds on the pitch being a crow cawing in the distance, and rin’s heavy breathing.

“…i’m fine. just go back home. it’s too early for you to be up.”

you stood, hand on hip, showing your determination to get him to give up, not taking no for an answer.

“rin, you need to sleep. you’re overworking yourself. what happens when you’re fatigued and you leave yourself open for mistakes to happen? it’ll be worse for you in the long run.”

“tch, i wouldn’t expect someone who does office work all day to know the inner workings of an athlete. you don’t understand y/n.”

you sighed exasperatingly at his attempts to disarm you. he could be so stubborn when it was really for his own good.

“rin, i don’t need to be an athlete to understand that this isn’t good for you. anyone with two working brain cells can understand that constant working out and lack of sleep isn’t healthy.”

he rolled his eyes and turned back to the football in front of him.

“fine. whether or not you leave isn’t my problem, but i’m not leaving. stay or go, the outcome is the same either way.”

he took position, aiming and shooting flawlessly at the top left corner of the goal, the ball spinning against the net before falling to the ground.

he grabbed another ball, ready to complete the same procedure before you interrupted him once more.

“rin, just please come home, you can come back tomorrow. just because you lost your match doesn’t mean you should overwork yourself like this.”

this time when he turned back towards you, the tone had shifted. his face immediately darkened, eyes thinning into dark slits, eyebrows forming a crease on his forehead. his teal eyes shot daggers into yours.

“listen. we may be together, but that doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like you know what i’m going through. i’m going to be the best football player out there, and if i need to work double to make that happen, then so. be. it. i don’t need someone like you telling me about what i should or should not be doing.”

you stood in silence, effectively stunned and insulted simultaneously. you couldn’t say anything to counter yourself, rin’s harsh words opening up a side to him you’ve never seen before. that wasn’t the worst of it though.

“honestly i don’t understand why i got with you in the first place. you’re so lukewarm it hurts.”

your heart shattered, face hung in desolation and disheartenment.

after not hearing you argue back for a while he scoffed, walking to the side to collect his training bag. “whatever, i’m leaving now.”

he left you there, standing while the gears turned in your head to make some semblance of his words.

you didn’t even register you were crying until the cold nipped at your cheeks, decreasing the temperature of the liquid against your face. you pulled yourself together, just about enough to shakily make your way back to your car and press the ignition button.

you spent the whole car ride crying your eyes out, before wiping your eyes as you arrived back home. rin’s car was nowhere to be seen.

you walked up to the front door, slotting your key in and twisting your wrist to align with the lock.

pushing the door open, you stepped in to see the lights off and the aura dark.

“rin?”

silence.

“rin, are you there?”

nothing.

you sighed, tossing your keys on the table next to the door, making a beeline to your shared bedroom. it was empty, no signs of life present.

you stripped out of your outside clothes and slipped under the covers,

leaving you to cry yourself to sleep, wondering when it all went wrong.

baby you sold me a dream pt.2

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eveningepiphany · 1 year

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reconnect | h.s oneshot

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summary: lockdown is tough on both you and harry. you miss the feeling of physical touch so much you start chasing to fill that void in one another.

warnings: sweet and dirty smut, unprotected sex, fingering (fem rec), spitting, deep conversation, lil bit emotional, touch starved harry & y/n, lockdown and covid mentions.

a/n: something hot and sweet for y’all ily!! highkey wish I had harry during my lockdown era writing this, my god.

———

You felt entirely numb as you heard the familiar news reporter say the words you had been dreading of hearing. Tahnee was was always on at this time of the day— you didn’t even know her name however many months ago.

Restrictions had been easing just a week or so ago.

Her voice continued to echo through the lounge room as you cupped your face in your hands with a sigh.

“—we understand the effect this news may have on viewers at home. In these unprecedented times we must stick together as much as we can. Look after yourself everyone… we’ll see you next with our sporting updates after the ad break.”

She sounded glum, like she hated being the one to deliver the news to people. In the end, she too has to go home and cope with the numerous amounts of restrictions on her life.

You reached for the remote, turning off the tv and throwing it back into the duvet that now permanently lived on the couch, good for the cold nights and binge watching TV shows because you had nothing better to do.

Other than ignore your upcoming college assignments. Which you’re going to continue to do. And procrastinate finishing them and how much you hate the pressure of online schooling.

You had other shit to dwell on too.

You miss your family. You miss your friends.

You’re sick of living out birthdays and your college life on video calls.

You missed being hugged, and kissed and touched.

You were so grateful to have your best friend of all people stuck with you. But you still craved so many kinds of social interaction.

Now you just wanted to cry.

You stood up, knowing harry wouldn’t know yet. Probably in bed on his phone, and you just needed his company.

You quickly went to escape the silence of the lounge room, padding down the hallway in your sweatpants and a baggy tshirt you know for a fact you stole from your dad.

His door was only half shut, and you gently said his name.

“Harry…?” Your voice wavers.

“Yea, love?” His voice is soft, welcoming as it always is.

You push through the door to see him laying in bed, also in sweatpants and a rolled up long sleeve.

He looks at you and tears immediately start to spill over your waterline without you even realising.

He props himself up, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

You invite yourself over to his bed, and his arms pull you into his chest the moment you’re close enough.

A gesture that is just too much given the circumstances, and although the sweetest, it tips you over the edge.

You feel the tightness in your throat as his hands move to caress your back. Before you know it, your chest is rattled with a sob. You felt so dramatic but you needed to let it out.

He waited no time to wrap you straight into his tightest hug, trailing his hands up to your the back of your neck, stroking the skin there with his thumb.

“Darling.” He whispered, concerned of what had happened, but not wanting to push you to tell him. Just letting you cry.

Eventually it wracked out of you,

“We’re— we’re going back into stage four restrictions.” Your reasoning came out with a shaky voice.

You felt his intake of breath once you’d said it, and it got held in his chest for a few seconds before getting let go all at once.

“Fuck.” He cursed out defeatedly.

You sit in silence, but not once does his grasp on you loosen.

“I just want to see my family outside of a fucking FaceTime.” You whisper.

“I do too…” he closes his eyes, “I wish there was something I could do to make it better, y/n. I’m sorry.”

He grabs your hand, amending what he said before.

“I know this is shit, but we’ll get through it. We get through everything together.” He smiles, it doesn’t quite crinkle the corners of his eyes like it usually does, but it’s an attempt at the least.

“I’m so sick of feeling so alone, Harry. I’m glad i have you here, but it’s so lonely at the same time with just us.” You say quietly, hoping not to offend him.

He nods against your head, which is tucked into his shoulder, letting you vent without interruption.

“We can’t do anything. We can’t see anyone. I havent felt another persons touch outside of yours in weeks.”

He doesn’t get offended, he understands exactly where you’re coming from and you’re so grateful for that.

He just plays with your hair as you talk.

“Same here, baby.”

“I don’t mean it in a rude way, you’re very affectionate given our circumstances, but I just…”

Your sentences falls off short, and you shrug. You missed romantic touch too.

“Y’miss being touched.” He enunciates the word in a more suggestive way.

You nod, “not to sound… gross or anything. But I do miss being touched, and held, and kissed.”

He pulls you in a little closer as you speak, almost without realising he was doing it. Absentmindedly ready to do any thing to make you feel a bit better. A bit more connected.

“It’s not gross. It’s normal.” He frowns, “We have gone months without seeing our own family. I can only guess neither of us have had anything romantic going for us. Nothing wrong with missing that.”

“It seems kind of— i don’t know— weird to miss in comparison to the other things.”

“Y/n, tell me you’re not feeling guilty for missing getting kissed. Or laid.”

“I’m…” you sigh as you realise you can’t even pretend you’re not, and he rolls his eyes lightly.

“Jesus.” He let’s out a breathy laugh.

“It’s not just that, atleast, that I miss.” You shake your head, still feeling a little embarrassed.

“I miss the connection. The feeling of it.”

His facial expressions quickly get more serious as you talk. All of the words coming from your mouth can be interpreted in varying ways, but his mind can’t help but veer towards the more sexual aspect of it. Especially since you didn’t deny you missed getting laid.

“I get it. I miss having the opportunity to want someone.” He nods again, watching your reaction to what he says like a hawk.

You look away, almost shy, “To really want it.”

“Yea…” he glances at your lips without realising he’s doing it, and the feeling you’re both discussing at this very moment is welling in the pit of his stomach.

His hands reach out to wipe away the damp glaze on your cheeks from your tears.

“I’m proud of you.” He sighs.

“What— Why?”

“Because. You may think you’re not, but you’re doing so well.” He looks utterly sincere as he says it.

“Harry…” you shake your head as his name slips past your tongue, and you bury your face further into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, lips accidentally brushing the base of his neck.

This has him tingling, your soft mouth so close to his pulse point, he wonders if you can feel it racing.

“Y/n.” He squeezes your hip, “If you want me to kiss you, just know all you have to do is say the words.”

He swallows as you still, processing the offer he’s just put on the table.

“But—“

“I miss it too. The really wanting it.” He caresses the soft skin of your waist with the hand that’s now slid underneath your shirt.

You go quiet, suddenly the air so thick with tension you couldn’t breathe.

“If you want anything from me, I’ll give it to you.” He whispers, so softly. Like he wants you to hear him, but also not at the same time.

You’re not sure how to even react.

You’re horny. Emotional. And frankly a little bit too infatuated with his lips to breach into the territory of being able to touch them with your own.

“Harry.” You repeat, sounding unsure.

“Baby, if you wanted it, I would do it.”

He scratches his fingers down your spine, noting the absence of a bra strap.

You shudder at the sensation. Realising no one has made you feel like this in so long.

“Very sudden.” You blurt, trying not to push forward with you hips whatsoever, despite the ache that’s quickly conjured between your legs.

You fear that if you feel him, all sense of rationality will be gone.

“I know.” He says, lips dragging down your temple.

“M’beginning to realise, y/n, that i would do just about anything to keep you happy.”

Your heart pangs and you indulge a little, hands coming up to weave through his hair and pull on it gently.

And he groans, sounding so pretty.

“You deserve this too.” You carefully say. You’re not even sure where the line is between the two of you. But you continue talking anyway,

“Always so sweet… so giving. Who would I be to not make you feel loved on too.”

“Christ.” He whispers as you tug on his brown curls again, which slide against your fingers like silk.

“How far is this gonna go, H.” You ask, needing clarification before you go insane.

“Far as you want it.”

“I need specifications.” Your hands come to his cheeks, “I don’t want to be making any assumptions here.”

“Angel, If you asked me for my mouth on your pussy, I would give it. Want my cock? It’s yours. Use me, touch me, anything you want you already have.”

You feel yourself melt at the words.

You cave, leaning forward and capture his perfect lips, feeling their shape slot against yours like an art piece.

His lips feel heavenly, and you nearly black out at the sensation that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, that feels so good love.” Harry says against your mouth, his tongue jutting out to swipe over your bottom lip.

You hum in the back of your throat, and he tugs your hips so you’re properly seated into his lap.

You can’t miss his erection underneath your core. His clothed length is pressing into you and a moan slips out of you before you can even stop it.

“Need it. Please.” You start to beg, no matter how desperate it comes across.

His hand comes to your waistband, “you’re sure you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, yes.”

It dips underneath the fabric, finding you without underwear and almost dripping you were that wet.

The thing is, going so long with just your hand and a vibrator, the second any kind of prospect of getting dicked down is there— you’re immediately slick with arousal.

“Jesus fuck, y/n.” He drags his middle finger through your cunt, feeling the wetness along his finger tip. “You’re soaked.”

“Harry— oh my god—“ he slid it back down, teasing your entrance with his fingertip.

“Been that long huh. Just the thought of it works you up this much?” He chuckles.

Your hands fly to the collar of his shirt, tugging at the soft material, gripping it in your fists.

You hum in agreement. “More, please.”

“Mm, so glad you’re letting me do this.”

He pushes in further, and just his one long finger is touching places that has you clenching around him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Praise is spilling from your lips as he curls his digit in you.

You slouch into his strong frame, hand slipping down between the two of you, palming over his erection.

He peppers your neck in open mouthed kisses, moaning at the feeling of you squeezing his clothed cock.

“Can I— fuck— get you out.” You ask, reaching to dip under his sweatpants.

“Yes. Don’t even have t’ask, pretty.”

You flush, hand moving underneath his waistband, finding him also without underwear.

Relief flooded you as you got your hands on the smooth skin of his cock.

He moaned at the contact, “Shittt. That feels amazing. S’much better than my own hand…”

He slides another finger into as you begin stroking along his length.

You both begin to move in sync with one another, the sound of your pleasure beginning to echo around the room.

“Can hear how wet you are.” Harry grunts, fingers curling inside you.

Your hand squeezes around his cock as he does that, causing you both to moan.

“Harry. I need you inside me… please.” His fingers were already close enough to making you come and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you came before he even got close to being in you.

“Can I make you come first? Want you to feel good, baby. If you can handle more than one orgasm, please?”

He wants you to feel good.

Before himself.

You realise this man in genuinely a saint. Like more than you ever could have imagined.

“Seriously?” You still don’t even believe he means it. Maybe he’s just saying it to be nice, and actually wants you to say no?

“What do you mean?” He looks a little confused, slowing down the kisses he was placing along your neck.

“I— sorry. I’m just not used to being so… looked after, I guess?”

“Have other guys not made you come first…?” He looks shocked.

“No… not usually? Occasionally, if I’m really horny and it wouldn’t take long.”

“I know there’s some scumbags out there, but with a pussy like yours… they should be begging to please you.” He shakes his head, not finished talking.

“For the record, lovie, if you weren’t so adamant in getting filled with my cock, I’d be making you come atleast twice before I fuck you.”

He pulls his hand entirely away from your cunt, allowing you to feel his absence as he talks. “Then I’d edge you with my fingers to the brink of your third. Until you’re begging me to stretch you out.”

He delivers a gentle slap over the hood of your clit once he’s done talking. Sliding his middle and pointer finger back down into your entrance to gather the arousal there, and slip it up to your clit.

“Oh.” You breathed out. A whiney noise following from your throat shortly after.

You were surprised. Not because it was Harry, if anyone would be like this it would be him. But you’re used to being a second thought sometimes. Just an aid to an end goal.

You’d become accustomed to it. Now there’s a man in front of you, who wants to please you because it seems to make him happy.

He reaffirms that thought, “I don’t think you’re aware how happy I’m gonna feel when your cunt is pulsating around my fingers in a few minutes.”

With saying that, he pinches and rolls your clit between his fingers and you struggle to find words to respond to what he said.

“Fuck— I— thank you.” You’re shaking a little as he increases the speed as he works over your clit.

“Nono. Thank you. You’re so nice under my fingers. So wet and warm.” He hums as you begin to squirm against his touch.

Your hand movements around his hard cock have gone to a lax and languid stroke, and almost stop all together when he dives his fingers back into your hole.

“Mhm— Harry!” You gasp, quickly starting to lose all your sense of self as he plays with you.

“That’s it, Y/n. Let me take care of you.”

He works you expertly, and your cunt is so unprepared for the attention from someone other than yourself. Its making it hard to hold yourself together.

You’re clenching around his fingers, and the tension in your stomach is quickly building.

“I’m gonna… fuck I’m gonna come soon, H.” You moan, followed by another curse of his name as he flicks your clit with his thumb.

Your pushing your hips against his hand, grinding into every movement. Chasing that explosion of pleasure in your abdomen.

“Wanna feel it. Come on, let it all go f’me.” He coos, keeping a hard and fast pace with his hand.

You cry out his name, nails scraping down his skin as you beg for the final push, which comes quickly.

A curl of his thrusting fingers and your movement lapses immediately, jaw going slack as you come around his hand.

It’s better than he could ever imagine, the noises coming from your lips are sinful, and you lean forward, open mouth panting over his cheek.

Hot breath fanning across his face while you’re still clenching around him.

He moves to bite your bottom lip, earning a jerk of your hips and another moan from you.

After your heart rate slows, he gently removes his fingers out of you.

“Good girl. Took it so well.” He pecks your nose with his lips.

“Can take your cock better.” You let out a breathy laugh.

He smiles, dimples popping out.

“Little minx. C’mere.”

He draws you into a hug, pulling your middle flush to his chest.

“D’ya need a minute, or no?” He asks gently, voice close to you ear.

“No, I’m ok, I’m good.” You blush.

“S’it too much to ask to take your shirt off?” His hand pulls at the hem of your tshirt.

“Can yours come off too?” You chuckle, leaning back to settle your eyes on the long sleeve covering his chest.

He nods, still smiling as he lets you take his off first. Revealing his toned chest and inked skin.

You run your hands along the ridges of his abs as he reaches for to pull off your own shirt.

Lifting your arms, you hear his little intake of breath as he remembers you don’t have a bra on.

The shirt gets tossed elsewhere as he is focused solely on your chest.

He looks transfixed as he trails a hand up to ghost over the skin on the side of your breast.

“Fuckin’ hell. Look at you, Angel. Got the prettiest tits.” He says it with such endearment.

You squirm with pleasure as he cups you in his hand, bringing your nipple to his mouth. His hot, velvety tongue slicking over the sensitive skin there.

Your back arches immediately, a moan sounding from you.

“Fuckkk…” you drawl out, letting him suck it into his mouth.

The sensation is enough to have you a mess in his hands again. The way he works his mouth over you like it’s nothing.

You take his cock back into your grip— having momentarily let go during the haze of your orgasm— and run the head of him through your folds.

His mouth falls open around you, moaning, letting his breath fan over your sensitive nipple.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n.” He groans against you.

“So hard…” you whisper, rubbing his tip over your clit.

He lifts his head away from your chest, glancing down to see the connection between the two of you.

And he moves a hand down, lacing it over the top of yours.

You felt so connected with him. Just with his hand now over yours, and his length pressed into your clit.

You can’t even imagine the state you’ll be put in when he’s inside of you.

“Harry… need you.” You plead again, without care of if he’s sick of hearing it.

You need him. Need him so bad it’s consuming you. All you can think about is him. Not even in the sense that all you want his cock.

You just need to feel like you’re close as you possible can be to him.

“I know baby, I know.” He kisses your cheek, “Y’want me to use a condom?”

“Only if you want to. I’m clean and still on the pill.”

“I trust you. If that’s what you want.” He reaffirms with you.

“H, I have to feel you. Just need to be close to you.” You lean into his neck, kissing the skin there.

“And s’this position comfortable for you?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll take you anyway, any position. Whether you want me on top, under you, bent over… don’t care. Just want you.”

“God, you’re such a good girl. So amazing f’me.”

You let him guide your hand to the base of his length. And then slowly, with his hand interlocked over yours, drag his tip to your entrance.

Your already letting out whines, free arm coming to lace into the hair at the nape of his neck.

You lower your hips down on him, feeling the head of his cock slip up into you.

You both let out a moan at the sensation, whispers of each others names falling from your lips. Gently you keep sliding him in further, soaking in every second you feel him stretch you out.

This was what you missed. The feeling of connecting with someone. Not necessarily with just the sex. But feeling intertwined. Like you couldn’t tell where your body ended and his begun.

“You’re better than I could’ve dreamed, lovely.” He praised, earning a clench of your cunt. One he wasn’t expecting, that had him moaning into the shell of your ear.

He sounded perfect. Like an Angel. And you melted further into him at the sound.

“This is perfect, Harry. Needed it so bad.” You stroked his hair as you spoke.

He removed his hand from over yours, coming to rest both of them on your hips, guiding you down further.

Once you moved your own, you could let him slide you all the way. Your clit brushing over his pubic bone once you reached the base.

“Clenching ‘round me like that—“ he hisses, “gon’ make me come too fast, darling.”

“Let me feel you for a second.” He holds you in place, letting you sit still over his thick cock.

“So wet, so warm. Made to fit my cock, hm?” He squeezes the skin of your waist.

He bucks his pelvis up to you after you moan out an agreement, “Made just for you, Harry.”

And he’s starting to thrust slowly in and out, guiding your hips through the movements.

“Lay on me.” He rearranges himself so you can lay your chest onto his, and rest your head next to his cheek.

Your breasts press up against him, and clit is now being stimulated even more by his front.

“Need you close to me.” He whispers, and you start to bounce onto his cock gently. Bum slapping on the strength of his thighs.

“Me too, H. Have to feel every part of you.” You moaned, circling yourself on him. Each rotation hitting your clit, causing you to moan.

He also is in shock at the sensation of being inside of you. It almost like a surprise to his entire nervous system.

He draws his fern-adorning hips back, only to snap them back upwards. Skin slapping at the movement.

Not to mention the sound of your wetness gliding along his cock each time you got thrusted into, which was echoing through the room.

“Listen to how wet you are. All for me.” He groans, picking up the pace.

Your lips find a spot to suck below his ear as he talks, nipping at the skin.

“I’m so… you make me so wet.” You agree, pussy pulsating around his bare cock.

“Love it. Don’t you? Us using each other like this.”

He says it, knowing the dirty talk in turning you on even more. But you both know it goes beyond getting a quick fuck.

This is everything to you both. Feeling like, for the first time in so long, you are truly not alone.

“Want you to use me, Harry.” You roll your cunt, pushing your clit onto any part of him it reaches, still clenching at the contact.

“Dirty Girl. So fucking desperate.” He laughs, kissing your hair.

“Who would I be to talk, though.” He grabs at your ass, “I’d beg you for this everyday. This sweet cunt around me. For you to touch me. Anything.”

He admits it with a moan following after it, your pussy fluttering.

You feel it building it inside the pit of your stomach.

“Want you to fill me up.” You state, panting as your thighs start to shake, and you realise in a few minutes your going to come. And hard.

“With my come, huh? Want me to put it deep inside y’baby?” He asks you, hips bucking excitedly at the prospect.

“Yes! Fill me with your warm come, Harry.” You’re starting to go delusional.

Filthy fucking words flying from your mouth as your arousal overtakes every rational part of your brain.

“Shit—“ He is pressing you flush to his body, holding you as close as he possibly can. The pace of his cock slapping into you increasing by the second.

“I wanna see it drip out of you, Y/N.” He groans, fucking into you hard and fast.

You feel amazing, your heart racing in your chest, and your whole body vibrating. You’re being stimulated in so many places. Your nipples pressed up to his toned chest, clit being rubbed by his pubic bone, god— and his cock fucking you.

“Thankyouthankyou—“ your mind is quickly turning to a mess with him swallowing you up like this.

You feel your orgasm approaching with a tension in the pit of your stomach. It’s quickly becoming the only sensation you can feel outside of the harsh thrusts Harry is giving you.

“Good little slut.” He grabs your face, lust taking over the both of you like you’re teenagers.

His pace doesn’t let up, and he stares at you with half lidded eyes.

“Spit in my mouth.” You beg, not even sure where the fucking thought was from before it came out of your lips.

“God… fuck— open your mouth.” He grunts, tilting his head to angle his lips to yours.

You open it, sticking your tongue out a little past your bottom lip, ready to catch anything that would drip given the fact you’re still on top of him.

He purses his lips, gathering up his saliva and dropping it down onto your tongue.

It was fucking feral, and you loved every second of it.

It tasted of him, and you swallowed it without even being asked.

Just watching that happen had him fucking you like it was his sole purpose in life. His thrusts became despeate for you.

You shook with anticipation, “I’m— I’m gonna come!”

“Yes… fuck yes. Come on, baby, finish all over my cock.”

His words were your breaking point, your cunt clenching so hard around him that he groaned aloud.

“Fuckfuckfuck— make me come, Y/N.” before he started to pulsate in you, putting his load deep into your pussy.

Having it happen almost all at once prolonged your orgasm, making you continue to moan and writhe in his grip for what felt like forever. Squeezing him until he had nothing left to give you.

Once you slowly both regained your awarenesses, you stayed on top of him. Sweaty and sticky, but you stayed close as possible to him.

You couldn’t fathom that just happened.

“Harry…” you whispered, and he hummed to the quiet chant of his name.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Stop thanking me baby. You did just as much for me.” He smiles into your cheek.

He brought his arms up to cage you to his chest, “and it’s so nice to be holding you.”

You move to kiss his lips, gently sucking his bottom one into your mouth. Lulling your tongue over it, letting it go with a pop.

“I haven’t felt this present in… in months.” You say quietly.

“Neither have I. Y’make me feel safe. Which might sound odd, but s’true.” He glances at you, watching you smile at his words.

“Im so glad we did that.” You make sure he knows you don’t have a single regret in following through with everything.

“Once we’re showered, gonna have a serious conversation about the fact you asked me to spit in your mouth.” He chuckles.

You flushed, not sure whether to be embarrassed about it or not.

“Got a little uhm.. carried away.” You tried to justify.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” he laughs, indicating he was just teasing, “thought it was so hot. Just never would have expected it.”

“I wanna know what else you’re into, yknow.” He licks his lips.

“What other dirty little secrets your hiding up in that head of yours.”

You shake your head, “shut up.”

“M’serious. We’ve got a lot of time to kill.” He’s still chuckling, hand coming to stroke through your hair.

“And I loved that. Loved feeling you so close. You’re a dream.” He pecks your cheek again.

“Make me some of your good cooking and I’ll think about it.” You joke.

“But really…” you pause, “thank you too, H. That meant everything to me.”

He didn’t reply with words, they wouldn’t be enough, so he just kissed you. Kissed you with every ounce of his being.

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#harry styles #harry styles imagine #fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harrys house #harry styles writing #soft harry #harry styles one shot

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Muzan, Douma and Gyokko having a human girlfriend

I’m simply writing these because I’m simping so hard for these Demon men so these are mostly for my dirty minded head uwu

Kinda went the extra mile for daddy Gyokko mm

SFW and NSFW Headcanons!!

Muzan Kibutsuji

SFW

Muzan is a harsh Demon and even towards you. Despite being his lover he’ll still treat you like hot garbage. But as time passes by he will warm up to you. But don’t expect him to be the kindest.

You should be lucky to even be looking at his direction, with him being the Demon King and you just being a weak human girl. And be grateful that he hasn’t killed you yet. Just don’t anger him, it won’t end pretty for you.

Deep down Muzan cares for you but he doesn’t know how to show it, but if you were to help him with these new emotions he’ll appreciate it.

BUT OH BOY MUZAN IS A SUGAR DADDY, AND YOU KNOW IT! You want something he already has it for you. You want money, here’s a bag sweetheart go spoil yourself. He’ll shower you with expensive gifts, but lacks in emotional love.

Always has an eye on you, he’ll protect you. He knows how fragile Humans are and if someone dare lays an eye on you they better hope he’s in a good mood and if not he’ll kill them in cold blood and he doesn’t care if they are an upper moon. He can always replace them.

NSFW

Muzan loves pinning you against his bed, he loves watching you struggle. He’s definitely into predator and prey play. He’s always top! So don’t bother asking him if you could be on top.

He loves to tie you up, and he loves tracing a long nail against you soft skin, he’ll even apply some pressure to draw blood out. AND HE LOVES BLOOD PLAY!! HE ESPECIALLY GETS EXCITED ON YOUR PERIOD.

Sometimes he’ll be cool enough to where you can give him a blow job while he’s working. Just like imagine you under the desk and you’re going down town on his dick.

His favorite sex position is missionary, he feels like he has total power against you. He loves the way you make faces when he hits a certain spot. But he just likes it when he’s in charge.

He’s rough, and you’re gonna be screaming his name. Every Demon is going to hear you moan his name out.

Douma

SFW

Douma is a huge selfish asshole, he loves getting under your skin. But this demon ‘Loves’ you. And by love you I mean you’re just a plaything for him. A pet....and a master always needs his pet.

He is a huge sucker whenever you praise him, so you better get on your knees and tell him on how great he is, how handsome he is. Douma is also gonna use you as a foot rest.

He loves making sure that you know that you’re just a pet for him. Nothing more...But you’re his favorite so you have that going for you. Yes it’s gonna hurt you but his attention makes you go crazy.

Since you’re his favorite pet he’s gonna make sure you’re always dressed so well. He is Upper Moon 2 so you have to look pretty for him.

This sick bastard loves playing with your feelings, like he loves reminding you that you mean nothing to him, that you’re useless, you’re nothing but a pet. And that you’re bound to him until you die.

NSFW

Like I said, this bastard sees you as pet and only as a pet. So you better get on your knees and suck him off. And praise him while you’re at it. He’ll just laugh and shove his cock deeper down your throat.

He loves hearing you beg, like you’re in the mood. He’ll make you beg and simple please won’t do you well. You have to get on your knees and cry to him, Cry on how bad you want him.

Douma loves the way you taste, the way his tongue moves against your clit and all the sensitive areas. And you better let him have a tasty treat when it’s that time of the month.

He loves whenever you ride him, the way your chest bounces up. It will drive him crazy!! He also loves marking you, that includes biting, scratchs and bruises.

He’s very selfish so don’t get upset when he thinks about his pleasure first rather than yours. Oof.

Gyokko

SFW

Oh boy! Gyokko is probably the one who’s gonna treat you better. I mean you are his and his only!! YOU’RE LIKE AN ART PIECE TO HIM! The way you smile and laugh he just loves it! You’re his favorite kind of Art.

He adores you, he doesn’t know how he landed on such a beautiful girl as your self. And he’s so grateful for you, I mean he knows he isn’t the best looking but with you he feels special.

Please praise him!! I’m begging you!! It will make him feel special!

My sweet boy loves gifting you his pots! And he always gives you the best ones!! The best ones for his best beautiful girlfriend!

He’ll make you carry him if he’s in his pot, but this handsome demon loves late night walks with you.

But if he’s in his final form *daddy*he’ll treat you like a toy. A delicate toy.

Whenever he comes back to you and he’s badly injured you’ll gladly give him some of your blood!

If anyone looks at you and or even tries to flirt with you he’ll shove their body into a pot. No one is deserving enough to lay eyes on your beauty!!

Despite being Upper Moon 5 he’ll hurt the other Upper Moons if they try to flirt with! And with that being said he doesn’t like Douma! That sneaky bastard is always trying to flirt with you.

NSFW

Our boy is gonna put your pleasure first!! He loves making you moan and squirm around. And the way you moan out his name it drives him crazy!!

Two he has two mouths that means twice the kisses! Twice the dirty talk! And twice the tongue of you know what I mean. Wink wink~

He loves praising your body, he loves kissing every single part of your body. He loves telling you how beautiful you are. He loves dragging his fingers against your soft and delicate skin. He loves the way you smell it, so intoxicated for him.

Imagine two tongues pleasing you orally! He’s a god at it! He’s gonna have you shaking, your knees shaking.

As for him, he loves pleasing you with his final form. He loves wrapping his body against your naked body. He could squeeze you, but he won’t.

With your permission he would like to cover you in blood (obviously not your blood) but he’ll like to cover you in someone’s blood. Imagine your naked body covered in blood and he just licks it off.

This artist would love to paint you. Like you better pose for him naked and he’ll paint you onto a pot. And of course no one is gonna see the pot. That’s his special pot and that’s only for his eyes.

Gyokko is gonna please you to the end, you’re his special little art piece. He deeply loves you.

#demon slayer #muzan smut #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #douma x reader #Douma smut #gyokko #Gyokko smut #Douma #gyokko x reader #kny #Headcanons

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hxxsxxng · 16 days

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JAY 박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : III

MINORS DNI

Word Count : 2.6k

Genre : Smut, Fluff, AU

Content : Biting, blood, teasing, face fucking, gagging, tears, unprotected sex, oral f and m, first time anal, painful sex, creampie, and probably a lot more that i missed

Synopsis: after tempting the powerful vampire, she recieves a punishment that doesnt seem so bad.

Authors note: This is my first time writing anal so please leave me some feed back<3

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He laughs softly. “That is a rather good question, princess” he responds sarcastically. “Do you have a suggestion?” She says , turning around to face him. “I wouldn’t mind biting you” he states. She shivers uncontrollably at his blunt statement. “I wouldn’t mind having you bite me either” she retorts, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. He leans into her, placing a kiss upon her lips. “I want nothing more than to mark you as mine. I don’t want you to go back home” he whispers against her mouth. He presses himself closer to her. Their chests are pressed flush together.

She feels his arms tighten their grip on her. Her breathing hitches slightly and her heartbeat quickens. He lifts her up in his arms, carrying her across the room, laying her tenderly down on the bed.

“You are so damn tempting, Princess” he whispers seductively against her ear. “Why am I only allowed to look at you when you're wearing my clothes?” he mutters against her throat. She gasps at his words. Her hands find their way underneath his shirt, brushing against the warm skin of his abs and resting over his muscular chest. He tenses underneath her touch. She hears his sharp intake of breath and the slight tremble of his muscles beneath her palms as she slides her hand along his abdomen, stopping momentarily at the hem of his boxers, sliding her hand under his underwear. She feels his erection press into her hand as he groans loudly. She giggles , tracing her index finger over his erect member. She continues to tease him and he grips her wrist, pulling her palm down and pressing a soft kiss against the top of her hand.

“Don’t tempt me. Don’t you dare tempt me. I cannot control myself right now. You’re killing me.” he growled. She giggles once more, her hand continuing its journey of his boxers and pulling them down just enough for her to reach underneath and stroke him. “Please stop teasing me…I can’t control myself much longer” he pants as her hand travels upwards. “Is that a promise?” she purrs playfully while moving her finger ever further upwards. He grunts as he tries to contain his desire. She finally reaches the crown of his erection and wraps her thumb around the tip, massaging it. He arches his back in pleasure as he moans deep in her throat.

Jay couldn’t take it anymore, he looks down into her innocent eyes and quickly sank his teeth into her neck. But this time, she did not react negatively. She seemed like she liked it. Way different than the night prior. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she arched he back toward Jay on top of her. Jays hunger was being satisfied by biting the girl that has been driving him crazy for weeks. He licks and nibbles on her neck, savoring the taste, the feeling of her skin and the delicate fragrance that filled his nostrils. The sweet taste of her blood was so intoxicating. He felt like he was going to be drunk on it. Blood was dripping down her neck and onto the sheets. When he finishes leaving the first mark of her neck, he lets his tongue trail up to her ear lobe.

“I will make you feel better than before” he whispers. With his free hand, he begins unbuttoning her shorts. His fingers grazes along the soft, pink flesh of her inner thigh until he reaches the small zipper at the bottom. He opens the zipper. Slowly. Carefully. He wants to prolong the pain for as long as possible. As soon as she realizes what he is about to do, she stops him by placing her hand over his lips.

“Jay” she murmurs softly. “Let me go first”. “Okay…but make sure you behave yourself” he says. She smiles and lowers her hand. She pulls his boxers down his legs slowly, allowing her eyes to feast upon the sight before her. Jays breath hitches as his cock springs free, coming in contact with the cold air. She takes the length into her hand and slowly strokes it.

“God baby it feels so good” he praised while throwing his head back. She signals for him to get off of her and stand up. She crawls towards the end of the bed and off, onto her knees. She teases the tip of his throbbing cock with he tongue, not daring to let it deeper into her mouth. She brings the head down to the tip of her tongue again and sucks gently, earning a groan from Jay. “Fuckkkkk..” he groaned. She looked up at him through her lashes and and continued to suck with a seductive look.

Jay could not take it anymore, he needed his dick engulfed inside her warm mouth. Now. He grabs a handful of hair from the back of her head and started pounding into her throat relentlessly. Each time his tip reached down her throat, she would gag. Her eyes are filled with tears as she continued to make eye contact with Jay. “God you are taking my dick so good princess.” He moaned. She panted as she continued to swallow down his thick shaft. “Shit, fuckkkk…you know how good it feels? Gagging on my cock for me?”he groaned, his eyes were glazed over and lustful. She whimpered softly at his words but didn’t respond verbally. She continued to pull and lick at him. She knew if she said anything, he would probably just speed things up and she isn’t ready for any of that yet. His eyes began rolling back.

Jay felt his orgasm slowly approaching, but he could not finish yet. He quickly pulled out of her mouth before it was too late and aggressively grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. “Spread your fucking legs” he ordered. She obeyed and let her legs fall to her side and Jay slowly crawled between her legs. She spread her legs slightly further apart for him as he positioned himself at the very top, right in front of her pussy. “You are so wet…so perfect…just like this. I can feel your clit throbbing just waiting for me” he whispered huskily as he slowly began to lick and suck at the entrance of her pussy. He was skilled with his tongue, he grazed it between her wet folds perfectly, while keeping grip on her thighs. “God you taste like fucking heaven” he muttered breathlessly against her. He took her into his mouth completely, swirling his tongue around the head of her sensitive clit before giving her access to his mouth. “Fuck it, princess” he urged her.

She began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his tongue. She moaned out in pleasure as Jays tongue hit all the right spots. “Yes, yes. Oh fuck” she groaned quietly. Jay felt her walls tightening around his tongue, trying desperately to push him away. She bit down on her own lip while pushing herself harder into his mouth. She begins to close her legs as her orgasm starts to wash over. Her clit is too sensitive to take any more.

“I’m not done” he demanded, forcing her legs back open. All she could do was cry out in pleasure. Her moans turning into whimpers and then into breathlessness. Pleasure was clouding her mind and all Jay was doing was sucking her clit. “Cum all over my tongue, princess. I want to taste it” with the cue that it was okay, she let it all out. She was barely even able to form any coherent words as Jay left he legs vibrating uncontrollably.

He wanted to see the full extent of what he had created. She turns around so that her back was facing him. He watches her as she rocks her ass back and forth, rubbing her clit against the head of his cock. He grabs her hips and forces her down, burying himself in her hot center.

They both moan in unison. Jay starts thrusting into her roughly and he slams into her. She clenches around his erection, holding onto his wrists tightly. His pace is becoming fast and rough. Her body moves in rhythm with his thrusts. They are both desperate, they want more. It wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck this pussy hard for so long” he groans as he consistently grazes her cervix. “So hard” he adds, pumping into her roughly with every word. His eyes are half closed from the sheer ecstasy he was experiencing. He was feeling dizzy, he felt like he was floating. He leans forward with one hand planted firmly at the headboard and the other still held securely onto her wrists. He begins to pound into her with increasing vigor and she begin to moan, arching her back as another orgasm threatens to rush through her body. He pumps into her cunt relentlessly.

As Jay's movements gradually slowed down, his breathing heavy and ragged, he withdrew from her with a deliberate, almost torturous slowness. A sense of emptiness engulfed her as she lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. The room was thick with the musky scent of sex.

His eyes roamed over her form, taking in every curve, every quiver of her spent body. There was a hunger in his gaze, a primal need that seemed to match the rhythm of her own racing heart. He felt like a predator hunting its prey. And then, without a word, without a warning, he shifted his focus to a new target.

The head of his cock traced a slow, deliberate path along her slick folds, teasing and tantalizing, before venturing to a place she had never explored with anyone before. The sudden intrusion, the pressure against her tight sphincter, sent a jolt of mixed sensations through her body. Pleasure mixed with an equal amount of discomfort.

She gasped, a sharp intake of breath as he pushed past that final barrier, his movements slow and deliberate. His gaze never wavered, locked onto her beautiful figure.

But as he delved deeper, as he slowly began to move within her in this uncharted territory, she felt a strange sense of surrender wash over her. The initial discomfort gave way to a new kind of pleasure, a sensation that was both foreign and exhilarating. Her body responded to his every movement, her own desires blending with his.

Her hands released their hold on his wrists as they fell onto the bed. In response, Jay wrapped his arms around her stomach and squeezed her waist. She laid there, motionless under his touch, letting him fill her ass hole up to the brim, to the absolute limit.

“No more, please no more, I can’t take anymore” she cried out in overstimulation. “Oh sweetheart, you cannot tell me that you don’t crave my dick inside you right now. Your hole just keeps sucking me back in” he argued. ”It feels too good to stop.”

He slams back into her, he feels his orgasm coming close. ”Do you want it? Do you want me to fill this tight little ass with my cum?” he says as a breathy moan. Sweat is dripping down his forehead as he grips her harder. “Please fill me up Jay…. I neeed it” she begged. Not even a second later, he releases his cum into her, pulling his cock in and out, the more white it turned. There was so much cum, dripping out of her ass, running down into her pussy and down her thighs.

He pulls his cock out completely, admiring the beautiful holes that he just fucked. Her arms become completely weak and she plops down on to the bed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he suggests. He helps her off the bed and grabs a towel, wrapping it gently around her body as she was shivering violently. He picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. He turns on the bath as soon as he opens the door, gently placing her on the tiled floor. He lets to tub fill up a comfortable amount before helping her step in. Her whole body is sore and she is barely able to move, but with what energy she has left, she attempts to put her head under the faucet.

“Don’t worry about it baby, I will take care of you” he cooed. He guided her head under the faucet, allowing her hair to get wet enough to wash. Jay grabs a shampoo bottle and squirts a glob into his and , and gently massages her scalp.

“Thank you Jay” she said, clearly worn out. He looks back down at her and gives her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Anything for you, sweetheart” he said lovingly. He grabs her hand and guides it into the water. He guides the sponge over her body and gently rubs it around. “Now take a few deep breaths” he told her calmly. He takes her by surprise as he kisses her softly on her lips. It was short and sweet.

Jay seemed a lot more caring than before. Not just that he is cleaning her up, but the small intimate gestures he does kind of make her rethink if she is really opposed to the idea of liking him.

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rosedom · 2 months

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"an anonymous 'AA Battery' has summoned WRIOTHESLEY for the event . . ."

A/N : this was a BLAST omg ,, it was fun talking with u !!

✦ㅤㅤE = experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

wriothesley is probably one of the more experienced genshin men i write about. from the simple way this man has got to be at least in his early to mid-30's to having crawled up the ranks of meropide, he's had plenty of opportunities for sex. he's been asked out and done the asking out in turn, though it usually ends amicably or devolves into a simple friends-with-benefits situation. he is not ashamed of his active sex life ! the only annoying part is having to go to sigewinne for condoms . . .

so, yeah. he's got the experience to lay with you for a damn good time.

✦ㅤㅤI = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

his experience with the added intimacy, too . . . mmm. because believe it or not, he's incredibly romantic—with you, that is. in past hook-ups, not so much; but with you, he's wholly devoted. he's always got to be touching you. usually (when he's not cuffed . . . spoiler alert (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠;) !!), he keeps a hand at your jaw or holding tight to your shoulders, even lacing his fingers through yours when you're too far for that other stuff. he's a very touchy-feely guy, too, so paired up with the boundless love he holds for you—it's quite the intimate moment.

"i love you," is his favorite thing to say in bed. hell, even when he's begging for you, he's doing it between these breathy declarations of love. saying, "oh—mm, i love you, love you—" while he's clawin' at the sheets . . . and when i say that he's in the moment, he's in the moment. the entire world narrows down to the two of you in bed, tangled bodies and muted gasps of pleasure—that's all that exists to him, here.

✦ㅤㅤK = kink (one or more of his kinks)

handcuffs. there's no doubt about it. he wants to be at your mercy, and what better way to do that than cuff him up? lock his hands together behind his back, bind him to the headboard above his head, or have his hands locked in front of him and resting between his spread thighs: he loves it all. there's a certain feeling of helplessness that comes with restricting his hands and giving you they key, but he revels in it, in the trust the two of you have in one another. cuffed in your bed, he knows he needs to fear nothing nor want for anything: you'll keep him safe and give him everything.

and, listen: i know i give basically every character i write about a praise kink just because that's what i'm into, but this man is almost the embodiment of it. his entire life, he's been kicked around: to be able to give himself up to you entirely and be told that he's good, that he's enough—it all makes his head get filled up with cotton. tell him, "you're doing perfect f'r me," or maybe even toss in a few, "good boy, wrio." knowing that he's pleasing you and deserving of pleasure in turn—that's what really gets his gears goin'.

✦ㅤㅤS = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

he's a force to be reckoned with—in the pankration ring and in bed. all those thickly corded muscles aren't just for show; the man has power, and he has seemingly endless stamina. stamina, however, doesn't quite equal satisfaction for dear wriothesley: he can get one orgasm and still be energized after, even ready for his day afterwards, but he'll be satisfied with whatever you give him. because he loves taking on a submissive role around you—one that lets him forget the stresses of his day, a time where he no longer needs to be in charge and in control of everything in his life—, he often doesn't even need to expunge that much energy: that is, unless he's riding you.

when he's riding you, god. wriothesley can go for ages, bouncing up and down on your cock until the both of you are spent, satisfied. he still gets jerky with his movements, still whimpers; but he doesn't get all that tuckered out. wrio can go at it for one round or a whole day of marathon sex: it depends entirely on what the two of you are in the mood for <3

✦ㅤㅤT = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

as it is, wriothesley's always got options: he has plenty of connections to get more sex toys if he wants them, and i fully believe that this man went through a shit-ton of them before finding what he likes best. once he found 'em, he sticks to them: a simple FTM stroker and a rabbit vibrator are all he needs for himself. don't fix what ain't broke is his motto, really. however, he still keeps all the old ones he goes through—it's partially out of not wanting to admit they were a waste of mora/credit coupons, but also wanting to keep toys handy for you. if you've got a cunt, he keeps a good few straps and corresponding dildos for you to fuck him with; if it's a cock you've got, he's a fan of using vibrators on you. in the end, though, he uses (or, really, you use) the toys on himself more often.

but let's get back to those two handy toys of his, yeah? wriothesley loves the stroker for a quick nut or two—typically he uses it in the morning before he gets on with his day. other times, however, he uses it as a precursor to the rabbit vibe. wrio using the stroker to get his cock nice n' plump, thick 'nuff to nudge between the vibrator's twin ears . . . and although it's difficult for him to hold the stroker still and finger himself open in preparation for the rabbit, wriothesley typically ends up cupping his cock with his fingers, just brushing past the sensitive head of it, as he holds himself open for his other hand to fuck himself loose on.

in the end, he's masturbates regularly—more-so on the days every two weeks surrounding his t-shots. he can't help the way it makes him so horny !! and, hey—what's a guy left to do without you if not jack off?

nnnnn i got a lil' carried away with that last one . . . we all know how i love wrio with a good rabbit vibe . . . haha . . . (i still get activity on that post daily, it's insane LMAOO) but anyway, thank u so much for requesting ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠) i hope i did him well for you !

2 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】#“aa battery” is the name this person chose to be addressed by btw !!#alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub wriothesley #wriothesley smut #and of course:#dom reader

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addisonnie · 1 year

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you, me, & mary-jane [2]

summary: dealer!ellie becomes something… a little more than just your dealer.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, the typical terrible breaking bad reference, gay panic, i think that’s it? also not really all that proofread so sorry for any shitty errors lol

a/n: surprise, once again. yeah that’s right dealer ellie part 2 babies!!!!!!!! writing it isnt enough i need her to top me.

part 1 —> part 3

The sampler, please :)

Texting your plug a smiley face might be a little strange, sure. What’s stranger is wanting your plug to wine and dine you after sharing a joint together.

Okay, so you might be harboring a little crush on Ellie. Who wouldn’t? Especially after spending several hours with her, most of the time being taken up by stolen kisses and lingering touches—oh yeah, and a heavy makeout session. The weed is seemingly the least important part of your interactions thus far, kissing Ellie tops smoking a joint any day.

Kissing Ellie and sharing a joint, however, is not something you’ll ever be opposed to. So, here you are, sitting in your bed texting Ellie to request her services once more.

Come over!

———

It’s probably a little embarrassing that you made it to Ellie’s in under six minutes, especially when you consider the fact that her house is at least ten minutes from campus. Yet, there she is, sitting on the front steps of her home happily waiting to usher you inside with a swift kiss to your forehead. She looks good, she always does. Nothing but a black tank top and a pair of stained sweatpants hanging low on her hips, exposing a naked streak of skin you just can’t wait to sink your fingers into.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her arm is thrown across your shoulders while she drags you through the front door.

“Hi,” you smile softly and lean further into her, wrapping both of your arms around her waist.

“Oh come on,” she drags out the last syllable, “don’t go getting all shy on me now, little miss sampler.”

She’s teasing you. She knows exactly why you’re here and exactly what you want from her, it’s why you requested the sacred sampler, after all.

Ellie drags you over to the small couch and slouches into the cushions immediately, patting her spread legs as an open invitation to sit down. You pinch at her thighs and drag one of her legs up onto the couch to lay down the length of it, then push her backward to rest on the armrest. Once situated, you scramble to lay back against her chest, between her outstretched legs. Your back rests against her front and she immediately moves her arm to drape down the expanse of your torso, fingers resting just above the hem of your leggings.

“Comfy?” She whispers in your ear and presses a kiss to the skin beneath it, “yeah.”

She sits the two of you up for a moment in order to stretch her empty arm off of the couch and onto the coffee table, grabbing the same old mahogany stash box. Her arm grips you tightly as she leans forward to grab it and you bite back a scream when you feel her abs contort against your back. Mental note to lick those later.

“Okay, come back.” She’s leaning back onto the armrest again and holds out both of her arms and makes a grabbing motion with her fingers. You do as she says and lean back into her chest again, running your fingers up and down the arm that is laying over you. The joint between her fingers is quickly held directly in front of your mouth and she waits a minute for you to wrap your lips around the paper before lighting it for you.

Ever the gentlewoman, Ellie is. She consistently gives you the first hit of everything she rolls and lights, because what tastes better than the first rip off a joint? Well, actually, Ellie thinks your lips taste ten times better.

“Give my sampler to anybody else lately?” You pinch at the skin on her arm lightly.

She chuckles behind you and you can feel her chest shaking against your back, “I’m gonna knock you out if you ask that again.”

“That’s pretty fucking violent, don’t you think?” She laughs again, pulling the joint up to her own mouth.

She tugs in the smoke, holds it for a moment, and then exhales, “you’re the only one getting the Ellie treatment. I don’t think Joel would like it very much if I tried to hold a joint to his mouth and then kiss him afterwards.”

It’s your turn to laugh now, “I thought you said you were gay?”

“I am. I also wouldn’t like holding up a joint for Joel—shit, I wouldn’t fucking like to kiss him either. Borderline incest, if you ask me.” She’s got jokes, you’ll give her that.

The arm that’s laying across your body bends in order to run her fingers through your hair a few times. Long fingers grasp a few strands of hair and twirl them around before Ellie drags her hand farther back on your head, gripping a large chunk of hair and pulling.

Yeah, you moaned.

Your head is pulled back into the nook of her shoulder and you’re looking at her upside down, “you—you are the only person I am kissing. The only person I am doing this with. You.”

Message received. She leans her head down to press a wet kiss to your cheek before releasing your hair, fingers rubbing at your scalp to soothe a possible ache.

“Didn’t take you for a hair-pulling enjoyer.” She’s smirking, you may not be able to see her face from where you’re laying, but that girl always has a goddamn smirk plastered across her face.

She passes you the joint again and watches while you turn your body around to face her, quickly placing yourself in her lap, “I may be of that variety.”

You pull the joint to your mouth and suck in the earth-flavored air, maintaining eye-contact with her. The smoke billows out of your mouth and into the air between you and Ellie sighs dramatically.

“Dude. I can’t even sell to you after this. I’m gonna fall in love with you if you keep looking at me like that.” She drags both of her hands down her face and peeks out from between her fingers when she hears you laughing.

“What? I’m so serious, too. That’s the problem. I’m so, so serious.” Your fingers lock around her wrists and place her hands directly on top of your hips, “good. My plan is working!”

She gasps, “plan?! This is all some elaborate ruse to get free weed, isn’t it! Fucking traitor. Trai—tor.” She’s laughing along with you and her fingers dig into the flesh of your hips through her giggles.

You laugh with Ellie. And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. In fact, Ellie is laughing so hard that she can’t seem to hold her head upright anymore, her body dropping until she rests her head on your chest and continues to shake through her girlish laughter.

She finally pulls away as she feels one of your hands glide through her hair, “dickhead.”

A smile spreads across your face while you look at the girl below you, her eyelids are drooping to cover the redness swirling in her eyes. Her lips are slightly parted and her tongue continuously jets out to swipe across her bottom lip, the hair on her head is unruly and several strands are sticking in awkward directions due to the wake of your fingers. Ever the wet-dream.

She enjoys this, watching you watch her. Hands squeeze at your hips and draw a gasp from you, pulling you from the daydream. Ellie moves one of her hands to cup your jaw and quickly uses it as leverage to pull you in for a deep kiss. Her mouth slots against yours and she moans into your mouth when you move your hips to be closer to her body.

One hand grips your hip like a vice, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh. You’ll have to give her a firm smack upside the head for that one later, because, hello, bruises are a thing!

She swipes her tongue against your lip and you deny her the pleasure of a tongue-kiss, just to see how the already fired-up girl would react. And fired-up did she get. With her mouth still on yours, she removes her hand from your face and trails her fingers down your arm, snatching the joint from your fingers and flicking it onto the coffee table. Now she’s got both of her hands on you, and she takes this as an opportunity to start leaning forward onto the couch until your back is flat against the cushions. Your legs are wrapped around Ellie’s waist and her knee begins to rut into your clothed clit over and over again. A whimper bubbles from your lips and Ellie uses the opportunity to slip her tongue straight into your mouth, immediately twirling around yours.

Her fingers dig into the couch above your head while she grinds her knee into you again, and her head just about explodes at the borderline pornographic moan that slides from your mouth and into hers. Ellie drinks in those sounds like a woman starved and decides then and there that she’ll do anything to keep drawing those sweet noises from you.

A soft knock on the front door slides in one of your ears and out the other, much too focused on the sound of Ellie’s heavy breathing and soft moans.

There it is again, louder this time. Ellie pulls away and grunts, “my fucking god. What great timing you assholes have.”

She’s sitting up on her knees in between your legs and the sight of her makes you ponder over whether you want to moan or laugh. Strands of hair are sticking straight up from her head, her lips are swollen and covered in red-tinted chapstick, —how did she manage to get it on her nose— and one strap of her tank top is drooping off the side of her shoulder.

Yeah, you think you’ll moan.

“I’ll be back.” She leans forward and presses one, two, three kisses to your puffy lips and sighs when she catches sight of her hair in the tv’s reflection. Ellie stands up to quickly fix her unruly hair and attempt to scrub the chapstick from her mouth—to no avail. The locks quickly snap open and she pulls the door inward to see which asshole had to ruin her “sample session.”

A blonde girl stands in the doorway and Ellie’s eyes narrow in on her, “what?”

The girl outside smiles, “I heard you sell. Thought I’d swing by and pick up.” Ellie scoffs, really bitch?

You peak your head up from the couch to see who was at the door, immediately scowling when your eyes land on a woman. Not. Fucking. Happening.

Your legs are dragging you up from the couch and over to Ellie before you can even fully comprehend what’s going on. When you make it to Ellie, you nudge your head under her arm and immediately wrap your arms around her middle section, covering up that delicious slice of naked skin. A kiss is quickly pressed to Ellie’s jaw while you stare down the audacious bitch in the doorway—sorry. Ellie’s arm moves to wrap around your back and she scoffs at the girl, “yeah, well, you can’t just show up. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t sell what you’re buying.”

Ellie closes the door and you are immediately laughing, “oh my god! You Skylar-Whited her! Boom bitch!”

She chuckles and wraps her arms tight around you, kissing your head and then resting her chin in the same spot, “that bitch had it coming. Massive cockblock.”

“You don’t have a—“

She smirks, “not one that’s attached to me, at least.”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ. She’ll be the death of you.

———

It’s been six hours and you still haven’t felt the urge to leave Ellie’s house and make the trek back to your dorm. Why would you? Free weed, hot girl.

Within the span of six hours the two of you somehow moved from the couch to Ellie’s bed. She’s laying on her back while you lay on your side next to her, head laying in that beloved spot between her neck and shoulder. Her fingertips walk the length of your back below your shirt (it’s Ellie’s, actually. Never giving that flannel back, ever.) and leave goosebumps in their wake. Some shitty sci-fi movie is playing on her small tv and Ellie is way more interested in it than you thought she’d be when she suggested “throwing on something random for background noise.”

You lean up and press a kiss to the underside of her jaw, “hey.”

She turns her head to face you, “hey there.”

You can really take in her beauty from this angle. Every little blemish, freckle, line, and wrinkle can be seen from this viewpoint and there is truly no better view in the universe. Ellie Williams is, in fact, the eighth wonder of the world.

“I—um. I like you. Not just because of the weed.”

She stops running her fingers along your back and for a moment you’re thinking oh shit—this is the end. All is deemed well once Ellie moves her hand to your side and rests it there after giving you a few gentle squeezes.

And then she’s looking at you, like really, really looking at you. Fuck. You haven’t tweezed the mustache in a while. Or plucked your eyebrows. Did you brush your teeth today?

“I like you too. And not just because of the weed, either. You’re running me dry and I still like you.”

“Hey—! I am not running you dry!”

“Uh, yeah. You kinda are! But like I said, I let it slide because I like you—really like you.” She smiles softly and leans her head closer to yours,

“Like…want me to be your girlfriend ‘like?’ Or want to have sex and smoke with me ‘like?’” Ellie laughs and presses her forehead into yours, “both at the same time.”

Girlfriend. That has a good ring to it. Dealer-girlfriend. That sounds pretty damn cool too.

“You and me, baby. Well, you, me, and mary-jane I guess.” Baby. You could get used to that.

You laugh into her neck, “like a throuple!”

“Yeah, like a throuple. Except mary-jane isn’t allowed to have sex with you. That’s my thing.” She tickles your sides and laughs while you squirm,

“You are such a fucking dork!” Her fingers press harder into your sides and have you flailing miserably to attempt and get her off of you. Ellie doesn’t want to let go, she could listen to that laugh on replay for thousands of years. She could listen to any sound you make for any long period of time, now that she thinks of it.

Her fingers come to a halt and she presses multiple kisses all over your face, quickly rolling over to be on top of you for the second time today, “spend the night?”

Absolutely. This girl—your girl—is sorely mistaken if she ever thinks you’ll leave her side again.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #tlou #tlou2 #slay

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httpsyeons · 4 months

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okok, headcanons for fwb w Jihyo? (not just smutty, but maybe some sad ones too?) thanks! - 🧸 anon

★ — PARK JIHYO HCS : Friends With Benefits !! ✮⋆˙

☆ a/n: I actually love writing sad-ish shit (angsty sex ugh), also yes this gets done quicker than most rqs guysss :p

☆ warnings : most nsfw! written for FEMALE reader or g!p reader. thigh kink. switch!jihyo. written under the cut ≽^•⩊•^≼ !!

★ — HOW IT HAPPENED! :

honestly, jihyo didn’t mean for it to come out that way. she had done a lot of drinking the night it happened, a little overly stressed about a new twice come back- when she just blurted it out to you. “do you wanna fuck?”. and I mean, who would say no to the park jihyo? not anyone with a brain. so obviously you said yes!

now, in the morning jihyo was (rightfully) confused when she found you in her bed. but as her memories had come back to her, you two discussed it (in graphic detail. especially the part where you discussed the scratches she left on your back, and the probable noise complaint from your neighbors).

suddenly, boom! a friends with benefits relationship started. jihyo’s a busy girl, so you didn’t mind! you’d willingly help her destress anytime!

★ — FWB SEX W/ JIHYO! :

jihyo’s an animal in bed. there are two things, you either get super whiny and submissive jihyo who NEEDS to be fucked right then and there. she wants her clothing ripped off, and your strap deep inside of her as quick as possible. she wants to be begging to cum as you pound relentlessly into her :((

submissive jihyo is insatiable. she won’t stop until she’s near passing out. and she definitely won’t let you stop. even if your jaw locks. you’re going to make her cum.

submissive jihyo will ride your cock so hard you feel you might cramp up. she’ll squeeze her thighs around you and milk every last drop of cum from you. but fuuuuuuuck, do you love her thighs. they’re like heaven and feel even better.

but! dominant jihyo is a complete one eighty. first of all, if you come to her and you wanna be fucked, you’re e gonna get fucked. jihyo will use her biggest, thickest strap on you until you’re whining and begging for her to stop (while secretly wanting more). and if you’ve got a dick..good luck. she’s teasing you endlessly, maybe even whipping out the vibrators to torment you some more. she loves to see you whimpering <3

if you’re a good girl for her, dominant jihyo will shower you with praise <3 and maybe she’ll even let you lay between her thighs when it’s all over :))

but if you’re a bad girl- dominant jihyo won’t stop until you’re shooting blanks or clenching so tight around her finger she thinks they might break. She just loves to see her little girl sobbing, feeling the most intense pleasure in her life.

★ — KINKS! :

thigh kinkkkkk! trust and believe our girl is going to be absolutely SMOTHERING you in her thighs. she’s got a pretty light asphyxiation kink, and likes to see the air leave you, nearly making you pass out. but oh, it feels like a gift from the fucking gods when she straddles you like that.

degradation! whether it’s giving or receiving, jihyo needs degradation. while you’re fucking relentlessly into her tight little cunt, she needs you to be telling her how much of a dirty slut she is for your cock :(( and if you’re the one being endlessly tortured, jihyo won’t stop calling you her perfect fucking cumslut. because that’s what you are, right? <3

voyeurism! jihyo loves to see you all dressed up for her. coming to your room after a long day, there’s nothing she wants more than to see you whining as you finger or jerk yourself off. she wants to see that pretty blush on your face <3

sex…anywhere! jihyo will fuck you literally anywhere. in the storage closet? okay! in the dance room? perfect, the mirrors make it hotter. in a bathroom? you better keep quiet for her. hell, even in JYP’s office? She’ll make you cum all over his documents.

★ — AFTERCARE! :

jihyo’s aftercare depends on if she’s giving or receiving that night. if dominant jihyo is giving the aftercare, she’ll pepper kisses on your back after your done your fifth round at most. she’ll carry you off to the bath, sometimes your in and out of consciousness, and she’ll clean you up nice and good.

dominant jihyo will hold you to sleep, rubbing up and down your waist and providing warmth with her soft body. she’ll whisper little words to you, or play you some of twice’s soft music.

submissive jihyo wants to be pampered. she’s like a little brat. when she’s done taking your strap/cock, she’ll whine until you clean her up. she’ll look at you with those cute eyes of hers, give you a smile that makes her just look…so beautiful, until you give in.

submissive jihyo wants you to hold her when she’s sleeping. maybe she feels protected then, maybe she just wants the warmth. you start to think otherwise when she nuzzles her head into your neck and plants kisses there.

★ — BUT…:

things get hard when you realize you actually like her. jihyo isn’t aware of it, but you sure as hell are. those stupid butterflies you get when she brushes your waist, or smiles in your direction. the view of her back as she gets dressed from your bed in the morning, covering in love bites.

actually, jeongyeon is the first to figure it out. she wants to scold you two, but then she sees the love in your eyes for jihyo. her heart breaks a bit for you, knowing the type of busy woman jihyo can be. but she appreciates you being there for her little sister :((

when jihyo figures out you like her…she’s distraught. of course, being jihyo, she over thinks to the MAX. what if she hurts your feelings? the last thing she wants is to ruin your… well- what is it you have exactly? a friendship? no…not anymore. a relationship? well…maybe…?

actually, your love might be a little..unrequited at first. but jihyo thinks she could learn to love you just fine.

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A/N: I kinda wanted to write something like this for a while but I never really got around to it so thank you for this request! Link to request is here! Doing this one first because it's head canons and the rest of the requests are fics, so it's easier to do this one first!

Premise: Married & domestic life headcanons + proposal headcanons!

Warnings: None! Pure cavity inducing fluff!

♡ "I think you might like this one!" They could barely contain themself just giving it to you.

♡ You hold the smooth, cold stone in your hands before opening the cracked halves to reveal beautiful, twinkling purple crystals inside.

♡ It was like staring into a little piece of outer space– but then you see it.

♡ Inside the geode was the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen.

♡ You were speechless. A grin widens on your face from ear to ear as your face turns ruby red.

♡ "Oh my God..." We're the first words to leave your mouth.

♡ You're extra careful not to drop anything, but you have to sit down, you couldn't believe what was happening to you.

♡ "[Y/N]..."

♡ Sloan kneels in front of you.

♡ "Whenever it comes time to unearth our bodies far in the future, I want them all to see just how much I loved you when I was alive."

♡ "But even then, they probably wouldn't know a fraction of it..."

♡ "There are no words in any language– alive or dead– that could describe how much I love you. Even if there was, there would not be enough room to describe it on the tomb we shared together."

♡ "So, I have to make the most of it while we're both still alive. Only you will ever know how much I truly love you."

♡ "Will you marry me?"

♡ Once again you find that your words have failed you. You're crying tears of pure happiness, barely able to contain the joy that resonated inside of you.

♡ All that comes out is a very meek "Yes!"

♡ They put the ring on your left finger and it fits perfectly.

♡ "It looks wonderful on you."

♡ You lunge to embrace them and they happily wrap their arms back around you, holding you as all of your emotions spill out on their shirt.

♡ "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

♡ When they weren't traveling, Sloan enjoys spending their time at home with you.

♡ In fact, they almost prefer it to traveling at this point. It would be a lot better if they could take you with them but they know that's not always possible.

♡ A lot of exploring can be exhausting and even dangerous, and the last thing they ever want to do is put you in harms way.

♡ Definitely loves to take you to the safer places they find, though!

♡ Randonauting also never died out for them. It's arguably safer than exploring decrepit, dark caves as well. Especially when you have somebody that's used to traversing around randomly.

♡ You both do an equal amount of cooking and cleaning to ensure your living space does not end up a jumbled mess like their workspace is.

♡ Their favorite thing to do with you is... basically everything. As long as it was with you, it was always worth doing in their eyes.

♡ They particularly enjoy cuddling up with you and reading the same book together. If you were tired they'd happily read it to you, instead.

♡ You keep encouraging them to start a reading podcast because you loved listening to them so much. You couldn't imagine other people not enjoying it, too.

♡ Rosetta now has a permanent home as well. You even bought them a tiny pillow to rest on like the royalty they are.

♡ Kisses you good morning and good night every single day. The only time they can't is when they're away, so they always make sure to call you instead.

♡ Their love language is physical touch so they're always clinging on to you regardless of what you're doing.

♡ Folding laundry? Holding you. Washing dishes? Holding you. Laying in bed? Holding you. Talking on the phone? Holding you. Just standing around doing absolutely nothing? Arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, guaranteed.

♡ Spoils you to no end. Sloan always wants to make sure you feel special every day of your life, so they're always doing their best to make you feel like royalty even on your worst days.

♡ Even though you're married you still go out on dates. Even if it was just walking around in the local park holding hands, they just love spending time with you.

♡ Always low key shows you off to everyone. They're just so proud to have you as a spouse! They need other people to know how special you are to them.

♡ Definitely somewhat possessive, so they always have to be near you at all times to make sure no one tries to steal what is rightfully theirs. Probably definitely channeling jealous Peter lmfao,,,

♡ Not that you would ever do that to them, of course, but it's just apart of the deal at this point. Sometimes you wonder if they were a lost puppy in a previous life.

♡ Even after a couple of years into the marriage, it feels like it all just happened yesterday. You both never really left the honeymoon phase.

♡ Never once gets sick of your presence. Loves waking up to you and falling asleep to you and knowing you're right there beside them.

♡ Always mentions how beautiful you are just like the day they first saw you– and they mean it. It doesn't matter if you ever show signs of aging! They will always see you as a perfect ten.

♡ The concept of children has come up once or twice in the years you've been together.

♡ Ultimately they left it up to you. If you wanted children, great! If you didn't, that was alright, too.

♡ If you decided you did want children they would be more than happy to take a couple years (yes, years) off of work to help start a family life with you.

♡ They were more than confident that the Wayfinders Society could handle themselves while they were gone.

♡ Speaking of the Wayfinders– they were more than thrilled to have a mini Venture joining the team! They were the best godparents anyone could ever ask for.

♡ They even had a little jacket prepared for them with the logo on it and everything. You were both absolutely thrilled!

♡ Spoils you to no end while you're going through your pregnancy– if you thought they spoiled you before... oh no. Just you wait and see. You truly have no idea.

♡ Almost literally did not let you lift a finger the entire nine months.

♡ Painted the nursery yellow just like their favorite color and ultimately went with a dinosaur theme– even though that was "paleontology, not archeology. Dinosaurs are still cool, though."

♡ Honestly you thought they were going to be one of those parents who fainted in the delivery room but no, they were really encouraging and comforting the entire time you were in labor.

♡ Couldn't stop crying once the baby was born. Obviously let you hold them first, and then when it was their turn they started crying again.

♡ Really, really, really wanted to name the baby after some important historical figure so you allowed them with the exception that it also sounded somewhat normal for todays society.

♡ If the baby was a boy then they decided on Alexander. If the baby was a girl then they decided on Athena– but ultimately if they decided to change their name later in life they would accept that, too.

♡ You got to decide the middle name, and to go along with their Greek themed first name you chose 'Cyprus' as their middle one. Alexander/Athena Cyprus Cameron.

♡ They were just so happy. You had given them everything they ever wanted and more– there is truly no better gift in life than you and their newborn child were. No treasure in the world was more precious than the two of you.

♡ They were certain of that.

#AAAAAAAAAHHHH I COULD NOT STOP SMILING WHILE WRITING THIS #overwatch #overwatch 2 #sloane cameron #sloan cameron #venture x reader #venture x you #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.

The hormones don’t help either.

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.

Ah, right. Jamie.

Your boyfriend.

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.

Shit.

You call him back and he answers on the first ring.

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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the-moon-lullaby · 1 year

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Candy receiving a oral from the boys and candy doing a blowjob on the boys in hsl headcanons

NSFW : The HSL Boys receiving a BJ

N/A: So that's the first NSFW request on this blog. I had to cut the request in two part because first : it is exam season and I am in big trouble y'all and second, 2 headcanons topic in 1 request makes it too long to write.

Anyway, hope you like it (it’s not proofread, sorry if this sucks, no pun intended) In the meantime, I am going to horny jail and you guys are coming with me

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Firstly, unlike the other boys Castiel isn't new to blowjobs since he had a kinda "long-term" girlfriend before (we won’t mention the snake’s name but she says it in the game that they had their little fun together. Anyway.)

Therefore, it’s not about wanting to see how it feels or anything because he already knows that he likes it a lot

He kinda likes the idea of Candy giving him one but he doesn’t want her to feel pressured to do so. However he might let slip some hints that it’s something he wouldn’t be against

Yet, he didn’t expect her to really catch on these until one day of they were just casually hanging out and Candy seemed to feel particularly bold with her kisses and touches that day

She'd be quite suggestive about what she had in mind but Castiel would think she’s just messing around. Only to find out that she’s not

He’s often the one teasing her and all but this time he's the one taken aback (in a good way tho)

He’d start to wonder if he should let her keep going but after all, who is he to stop her ? So, you can assume that he’ll let her get her way, his notorious smirk on his lips while looking at her going down on him

He wouldn’t shy away from her gaze as she looks up to him while she presses a soft kiss on his tip to begin with(even though this sight makes him scream internally) and as her mouth slowly sink on him, he wouldn’t be able to contain a curse

He’d let slip a few curse words actually like « fuck » or « damn it »

If she’s okay with it, he’d pull her hair a little to guide her since he knows what works for him. He’d make sure to let her know that she’s doing well by saying things like « yes that’s it » or « fuck you’re doing amazing ». He’d struggle to not buck his hips and he’d try to keep them in place so it wouldn’t bother her

When he reaches his peak, it'd probably be a lot ‘cause blowjob are a big turn on for him. When he’s done, it would take him a few minutes to collect his thoughts and regain his composure.

Then, he’d caress Candy’s cheek tenderly but wouldn’t miss an opportunity to tease her though (« Someone’s feeling bold I see. We should definitively do that again»)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

During sex Lysander does use his mouth a lot and always uses it to worship Candy’s body by covering it with kisses

It’s not like he does it for Candy to imitate him despite the fact that he adores it when she returns the favour. Nothing feels better to him than the feeling of her mouth trailing kisses on his skin with such lust.

He didn’t expect this feeling to be taken to a whole other level. Yet one time after he told her how much he loved and how sweet her lips felt on his skin, she replied that she could make this mouth do wonders somewhere else if he was down for it

Lysander, as the gentleman he is, did not even consider this idea until that night where they were laying in his bed at his place. The flat being empty if not for the both of them since his brother went out on a date with Rosalya

Therefore the situation seemed quite auspicious to this sort of experiment hence he wouldn’t show much opposition to it and would actually be quite curious to see where this might lead

He’d watch her peppering his chest with soft kisses that would gradually get closer to his pelvis while his breath would become more and more sharp in anticipation

He’d get aroused at this sight but a part of him feel slightly anxious about it since it all feels very new to him. So he’d let one of his hand wander through Candy’s hair, reassuring himself with this familiar gesture

Unexpectedly, he wouldn’t take his eyes of her and as he’d feel her mouth finally reaching him and starting to move around his dick, a low moan would slip between his lips

He did not expect enjoying Candy worshipping him like this so much but as she kept alternating between kisses and greedy licks, the pleasure he got out of it almost felt overwhelming

Even though he doesn’t shy away from eye-contact, he’d be blushing the whole time and the knot in his stomach would keep growing tighter. Nonetheless, he’d let Candy hear this sweet voice of his by praising her and calling her sweet names as she goes on

He’d would prefer if Candy takes it slow, that way he gets to really focus on the sensations and it also allows to make the moment last longer

However, as it is the first time they’re doing this, it would be hard for him to actually last. Luckily, Candy would be able to tell when he’s close by the way his hand, that was previously caressing her hair, presses on her nape

By the end of it, he’d pull her close and kiss her with a loving look (« That was really nice, you were perfect dear »)

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 :

Armin is really open minded when he comes to sex and he’s not ashamed to make his attentions crystal clear

He actually searches up new things to experiment through PG18 websites and his historic would attest of the fact that blowjobs are a huge yes for him ( it might be the category Armin searches the most actually ‘cause I just know this guy watches porn and he’s not even a tad embarrassed about it because « hey, everyone does it » - Armin probably, when he was caught by Alexy who entered in his room without knocking)

He often jokes around about it with Candy but without ever expecting her to take him seriously

When he invited her for a few games of LoL that day and kept tickling her to distract her to the point she kept loosing. Of course, she was a bit annoyed in the end

To which he only responded « C’mon, let me show you how it's done » and he sat at his desk launching a game as he would usually do

But little did he know that Candy intended to get her sweet revenge on him so in the middle of it, as he was doing pretty good and was certain to win, he did not see her kneel in front of him, too focused on the screen

It only when she started to undo his belt and trousers that he realised what was happening and would then have to stop just to stare at her in complete disbelief

She’d tell him to not mind her and simple keep on with his game. He would obliged with a nervous laugh, his hand now shaking on the keyboard

He’d have a hard time focusing on his game as he was obviously distracted by the feeling of her tongue against his cock. And he could feel that Candy had no intention to stop teasing him as she was changing the pace to keep him from getting used to it too quickly. Yet, he was certainly not going to complain and would try to get little glimpses of the show that was happening under the desk to a point it became hard to keep his eyes on the screen

He wouldn’t last more than five minutes in these conditions and yet that’d be enough for him to loose his game (and he probably never did such a bad game lol), making Candy pretty satisfied with herself

He’d pretend to be bothered by it but deep down that was better than what he had expected (« You’re not playing fair babe but fuck, that felt good »)

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Nathaniel would never admit it but he imagined Candy giving him a blowjob quite a few times already

I think this might be a kind of a "kink" to him because he was raised in a such strict environment (that he now despise from the bottom of his heart) and he was always expected to act in this ‘traditional’ way and everyone always viewed him as a goody-two-shoes. However, this lustful vision totally contradict this persona that was pressed upon him since basically forever (which is why he like this idea so much despite a part oh him being slightly ashamed about it)

(Am I slipping a bit too much into psychoanalysis for that ? Sorry lol)

His fantasies often takes place at school somehow (the adrenaline of getting caught especially with his Student Body President’s statut turns him on way more than he’d like to)

So there were some moment where he imagined Candy getting on her knees in front of him, while he was sat at his desk in the Student Council Room - or in the lockers’ room (chances are that he used these images to get off on his own from time to time)

But he’s afraid that Candy might get offended if as he’s not sure she’s into that kind of stuff

Well this was until one afternoon, when they both were at his place to (originally) study and before they both know it, a particularly heated make-out session started on his couch (they’re studying anatomy y’all don’t worry). After taking his shirt off, Candy started to kiss his torso while letting her kisses going lower and lower until reaching his lower abdomen

He started to blush instantly when he understood what she wanted to do and he probably never felt so hot in his life

He would consider stopping her but he can't say that he doesn't want this, so he'd ask her just in case "are you sure ?" and if she is, he would watch slowly getting on her knees, still in disbelief

He’d feel pretty exposed at first and wouldn't know where to look or where to put his hands. So, he'd just let his body sink into his couch, with his head leaned back and he’d look at the ceiling until she decides to start, letting her do things at her pace

When he finally feels her lips on his tip, carefully embracing him, he can’t help but gasp and shut his eyes. He’d try to completely focus on the sensations but the arousing thoughts he had before wouldn’t take long to resurface in his mind

He’d try really hard to keep his composure and would also try to keep his voice down, only letting out a few sighs however Candy’s mouth’s doing wonders, he almost forgot how to properly breathe. But at some point, he’d just be like « fuck it » and he’d gently grab Candy’s hair, guiding her to a pace that gets him off and making her taking more of him

It wouldn’t take him long to reach his climax because the fact that it is happening when he clearly thought this vision would stay a fantasy makes it hard for him to last (also would struggle to maintain eye contact because that would be the last straw for this boy)

When he ends up finishing in her mouth, he’d kinda be worried as he was so into it that he did not warn her so he’d immediately propose to go get some water and he’d keep ask her if she’s okay

Then he wouldn't really know what to say so he'd thank her ‘cause, well, she really surprised him with that and he enjoyed all of it (« Thanks for that… You were so good… »)

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗 :

Even he’s trying to act though and chill about sex, it’s still something he’s still a bit shy about

Luckily for him, Candy’s often the one to take initiatives and he loves that about her

He loves discovering her body with such intimacy and love

Therefore, each time they’re getting a little steamy together, the atmosphere always feels pretty romantic and he often craves it since it’s a bit hard for them to find a moment when they can be totally on their own (because it cannot happen at home with his parents or with Candy’s and almost always around)

Somehow, his girlfriend’s parents were gone for the night to attend a little dinner party at her aunt Agatha’s place. When she invited him to come over, he certainly didn’t make her ask him twice

They’d order pizza and make themselves comfortable in Candy’s room while watching a movie they spent half an hour choosing

And they’d be cuddling together under the sheets with the laptop playing the said movie. But after a little while, Kentin could feel Candy getting a little handsy. He wouldn't mind it at all since it had been a while since they had the chance to be alone together without risking to be interrupted

So he’d start catching up on her mood and he’d let his hands caress her body while she was eagerly placing kisses on his neck

He’d feel her mouth going up and muttering against his ear that she wanted to try something new and when she told him what she meant by that, it was like he blushed like never before

The idea never crossed his mind as he was always satisfied with the simplest things when he was with her. Now though, as he was seing her almost eager to taste him, he felt like him reconsidering his whole life and he would shyly accept her offer, aroused at the thought

She’d smile at him before going under the blanket, tracing kisses here and there on her way down

Kentin would be kind of relieved that the blanket was there because he’d probably finish before she reaches him if he could actually witness such a show

He has no idea of what he’s supposed to do with his hands so he’d just grab the sheets, his knuckles turning white from the grip as he feels her mouth taking him

He’d completely forget about the movie that was keep playing and Candy would be the only thing in his mind at this moment (she always is tho)

At some point, the feeling of her tongue swirling around his dick would be too much for him to handle and he couldn’t help but to buck his hips a little, feeling that he’s getting close to come undone in her mouth

It would take him a little moment to process what just happened and to recollect his thoughts but afterwards he would lustfully kiss Candy, thinking about taking initiatives as well.

And we're done ! (will I regret writing that instead of studying for my exam ? Maybe, but I'll have all the time in the world to regret my choice in the exam room), I really hope that this work (if not, well it is what it is I guess)

I'll go study to cleanse my soul but in the meantime, I hope you guys have a nice week !

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itsjustaninchident · 8 months

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Could you do a imagine where the reader struggles with body dysmorphia with Charles or Arthur. Just him being there for her and comforting her. Maybe how he finds out

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

summary: negative thoughts aren't supposed to be crowding your brain when you're going on a date and Charles is here to help with that.

warning/s: body dysmorphia, anxiety, low self-esteem, mentions of bullying, just nasty hater stuff, angst but fluff in the end, reader is very insecure, slight eating disorder (?), quite bad relationship with food

author's note: I am not very much educated on this topic but I did my research so I can somehow give justice to writing this and please always remember you're beautiful being you! Others' opinion of yourself does not matter, at the end of the day your opinion of yourself will always be more important and I hope if you're going through this you'll get the peace you deserve with your body! Slow steps still progress. 🤍 Please if I wrote something wrong in this kindly call me out. Sorry if it's long overdue I wasn't in my best state these days.

It was a slow Sunday morning for you and Charles. It was one of the free days Charles was away from the chaos of Formula 1 and he couldn't contain the excitement of getting you out on a date. Even though you always try your best to be with him when he's racing in other countries, nothing will still compare to days where he gets to spend it with you and you only.

You were both laying in bed too lazy to start the morning but the both of you knew you need to be prepared because of the long day ahead. Charles prepared a whole day of itinerary for you both in the beautiful city of Florence, it's your first time to be in this city and you couldn't contain your excitement.

Charles was nuzzling his nose to your hair seemingly content of just smelling your strawberry-scented hair for the day and he can't help himself but sigh with the feeling of you just relaxing with him. "I wish we can get to spend mornings like this everyday, mon angé." He tightened his grip on your waist, your back facing him but you can feel his smile as he basked in the morning glow in your hotel room. You can't help but agree to what he said, all the fancy restaurants, the expensive things, and places you can't even pronounce cannot compare to what you both are experiencing right now.

Moments like this are better than anything expensive in the world. Your heart fluttered of imagining ahead a morning with Charles where you don't get to spend one away from him. Just the raw morning greetings, the glow of sunshine cascading both of you as you try to get up and do the most mundane things yet you wouldn't trade it for anything extraordinary or expensive in this world.

"We should get up, I thought you have a full day for us to spend?" You faced him smiling, while he renewed his embrace not wanting to let you go. He smiled at the sight of your face, "You're so beautiful, good morning love." He muttered and kissed your forehead. You blushed, he has probably told you you're beautiful countless of times already but he never fails to release the butterflies in your stomach and make you flustered. "Well, you're gorgeous too." You said to him which earned you a blush as well. He buried his face into your neck seemingly shy from the earned reaction. You can't help but chuckle you wish you can capture this moment forever.

"As much as I want spending my mornings like this, I think we're gonna be late to whatever you planned for today, Charles." You said a-matter-of-fact. You started moving from his grip which he let out a groan of protest. "Get up, love. I'm hungry." You're not. In fact, you're planning on not eating at all for today. The statement made Charles get up from bed, he looks really glorious in the morning but well you can't stay in bed all day when there's a whole new place you wanted to explore waiting for you.

"Okay, then let's get ready. I'll get us pastries before we go. Maybe you can get ready while I'm out?" He offered, you just nodded already busy with planning your outfit as he kissed your forehead before storming off.

You got in the bathroom and did all your ritual. It wasn't long when you're out of the bathroom and started trying out the outfits you picked, not decided which you will wear so you decided to try everything on. The first outfit however, ruined your mood. You put on the pants but as you look at yourself in the mirror you weren't really satisfied with how you look. It was a nightmare really, all the negative thoughts coming in your head one by one as if to knock you all over, crashing the beautiful state you woke up to a while ago. You were not pleased, you hate yourself. You hate how you look, you hate the reflection.

It didn't help that you also saw those nasty comments from "fans" on your latest instagram post. All of the comments on your body, your weight, and your overall appearance. It all took a toll on you. Suddenly all the energy the sleep gave you was drained because of everything. You feel really exhausted just thinking about going out tonight and people seeing you in what seem like a very insecure day for you. You removed the pants and got back to your pyjamas, you're not one to sulk all day when a negative thing occur to you but today is not one of those days.

It seems like everything just came down pouring on you and drowning you from everything. You decided to just lay in bed, negative thoughts clouding your mind. Why are you not as perfect as the other girls you see on instagram? Why can't you be them instead? Why are you so ugly and unfit? Why did Charles even choose to be with you?

All those thoughts were disrupted when you heard the door click open. Your boyfriend entered with a big smile on his face. Seemingly, trying to tell you a story of what went when he bought you guys food. But he stopped talking as long as he saw your state.

He put everything he's holding on to the table, immediately walking up towards you. He's so worried upon seeing you, crying, your makeup ruined, hair still damp, in your pyjamas. He's never seen you in this state before. You guys started dating for a few years now but everytime you have a mental breakdown or an episode like this you try your best to hide it from anyone, even Charles. He kneeled in front of you, started wiping your tearstained cheeks, worry ever present in his eyes, he started fixing the hair covering your forehead. "Can you please sit up for me love?" He uttered gently, he doesn't know what's happening or why you're crying but he just knows you would open up to him when you're ready so for now he's doing his best to calm you down. It hurts to see you like this, fragile and small as if his heart is being pierced through by knives and torn into pieces.

He handed you the water once your sat up straight and facing him. He waited for your sobs to calm down and when you're quite calm he hugged you so tight. So tight that you can also feel your heart tightening. Warmth spreading through you, he didn't even say anything but it made you feel a little bit better. "You wanna lay down?" He asked now facing you. You nodded, you settled down and faced sideways. You feel a little ashamed now, realizing what happened and what he saw. But Charles didn't mind you facing your back from him instead he was spooning you, his arms secured slightly on your waist not wanting to let you go. He was kissing your head as he lightly caress your arm trying to bring you comfort.

"Is everything okay?" He attempted to ask you now wanting to know what's bothering you and how he can help you.

You were hesitant to tell him, no one in your life knows you're going through this. Plus the both of you never talked about anything related to this. But something in you is telling you that you should let him know to at least let out your burden, lighten what you're feeling, and overall just to be honest with him. This is a hard topic to open to anyone, especially to your boyfriend. You don't really know how he will react with it. Will this make it worse? Erasing all the doubts, you started formulating how you will tell him.

"I don't feel good about myself, Cha. I'm so unattractive, it's like I spend numerous amounts of time to look good but in the end I don't feel a tad bit of satisfaction with myself. It's so hard to look good at least. My body's not attractive and I feel like I'm not even doing enough to look good. It's like everything is just not right with me. I'm so tired of trying to look pretty and just fall through in the end whenever I look in the mirror. I hate my reflection and I hate myself for it. I can't help it." Tears started pouring out of your eyes once again, you feel Charles' embrace tightening once more. The little kisses stopped and you could hear his slow breaths. It felt good to let that all out but those lingering negative thoughts will never leave you still.

Charles wishes he can share your pain to at least ease what you're feeling. He didn't know you were feeling this way about yourself because if you would ask him who's the most attractive person he's ever seen the answer will always be you and he would never think in a heartbeat to say your name. If it's only possible for you to borrow his eyes and see yourself from his perspective maybe you would think otherwise, maybe your bad thoughts will disappear. "I love you, mon amour. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. I wish you knew how attractive you are. You're the person I want to see first the moment I wake up and the last person I want to see before I sleep. You're beautiful, you're gorgeous and I will run out of compliments to tell you just to let you know how attractive you are. And that's just even the bonus point because you're also kind, precious, you never forget to worry for anybody, you are so smart and you're my everything. You could wear anything or none at all–" You slapped him slightly making him and you chuckle the tense atmosphere slowly disappearing.

"And you would always look good. You can wear the most expensive makeup product or not wear any makeup at all and I would always feel like you're a goddess and how am I even so lucky to get you in my life? And that's not even all that you got, I was so fascinated by you not because of your physical appearance but because of what's inside your heart. I will never get tired of telling you how pretty you are whenever you feel like you're not. The world does not deserve someone like you."

You held your breath upon hearing his words. You can't help but shed tears again, this time because of love. You don't even know if it's possible for anyone to feel this much love in their heart that it feels like it's about to burst, little did you know Charles feels the same way.

You turned around and face him. And you can't help but smile as he renewed his embrace. "I love you, Charles." You muttered earning a smile from him. "I love you more, mon amour. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me." You buried your face into his neck as he tightened his embrace to you. "Maybe we could still have our date here, hmm? What do you think about watching your favorite movie and ordering your favorite food?" He offered, as he's slightly caressing your back. You nodded, you felt hungry after crying that much, the negative thoughts lingering at the back of your mind still but with Charles by your side you feel more at ease and ready to take slow steps to find peace with yourself.

While you guys were watching your favorite movie Charles suggested that maybe you should try and seek help from a psychiatrist. You took his word and nodded, once you're back in Monaco you will find time to get professional help. "I don't know what I would do without you." You said to him. "I think I should be the one saying that." As he kissed you while your worries slowly fades away.

#f1 #f1 fic #fluff #f1 fluff #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 fanfic

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dilfprayers · 4 months

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okay oaky kay THAT FIC WAS SO GOOD holy shit but i thinkk its more non-con than dubcon bc reader doesnt enjoy it even till the end 🙁

also my guess on why leon & readers mom divorced is probably bc he mightve said readers name while jerking off or whateva and got caught JFKSJFN thats the first thing that came into my mind when reading it

ahh right i have to change the label, i forgot omgg 😭😭😭😭

also AHH!! im so certain he kept thinking about what reader said and it came out of him randomly guh-

know what! im writing under this, im treating you guys :3.

tw; incest

Maybe he was starting to second guess what you said and slowly acted upon those thoughts.

He sat there in the bedroom, glancing out the window as she saw you heading out to start your day. He had a slight smile but would frown when he didn't even get to 'bye, have a good day!'

Whatever, right?

He leans back in bed, laying there quietly. His wife was off shopping and now it was just him. What was there to do? Nothing much..

"A couple hours till they both get back..Alright.. Cool, cool. I can just relax."

He spoke out to himself, remaining there as he let his body sink into the mattress. That was obviously short-lived once he started to get into his head about what you said. Now it was weird, yeah totally — But he had put some thought into it. You had felt a certain way and he was the reason.

"But why.."

He mutters to himself, glancing down to his pants. A tent- Wait, huh? He stares wide eyed, feeling it throb the whole time in his pajama pants. This was weird timing, considering what was on his mind. He shook his head, ignoring it for now and went back to his thoughts.

"Angel, why..."

He mutters again, shifting only a tiny bit but the fabric of the blanket rubbed against him, making his breath hitch. He squinted his eyes, gazing down to his pants.

Oh, fuck it.

Why did he even dare to do this? He didn't exactly know himself. He just wanted to space out after that conversation. It was tension filled and had him stressed a bit. He soon tugged off his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring out. Precum was already pooling from it while he just stared at it. Eventually he groaned quietly, proceeding onwadd as he held his cock in his hand, starting to pump his cock.

"I just want to know...Why.."

He groans, lightly arching up — His hand trembling while he's jerking himself off. A rose tinted blush formed on his face the longer he thought about it. Actually, he was thinking of you.

"Gh- Fuck...I want to know."

He breathed out, quietly huffing as he let his thumb brush along the tip. His cock overall throbbed in his grasp while he felt the precum ooze over his fingers. He was zoning out and letting go completely.

"Fuck.. If only you were home.. I'd-"

He hisses, not even realizing what he was saying to himself anymore. His heart started to race as he kept on pumping, eventually grabbing his pillow. Filthy, filthy man.. He set it up in a hurry and started to thrust into the pillow. His breathing growing heavier, feeling a much better sensation.

"—...Mm- Wanna make you actually feel something cause of me.."

He breathes out loudly. His groans filled the bedroom as his hips were crashing with the pillow. It didn't take long for him to start moaning your name.

Yeah, your name.

He repeated it, over and over again until cum was all over the pillow. He stared down at the pillow — His hair dangling over his face. He was breathless but so was his wife who stood at the doorway with a wide eyed expression.

#✉️ — mail #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #🕊️ — drabs #woahh aftermath of last fic

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pablitogavii · 9 months

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WRITE A PART 2 FOR THE BABYSITTER ONE YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMG

Some people don't feel comfortable reading this, so I advise you not to read it. I understand reader is underage but this is WORK OF FICTION.

Her Babysitter 2

You've been texting with Pablo ever day since the night you shared together. He would occasionally sneak into your room after his training to give you a few kisses before tucking you in bed.

"Aren't you the best babysitter in the world, Sr. Gavira" you teased him wanting desperately to feel that same pleasure he gave you that night.

"Behave preciosa! You know we can't do that here" he reminded you and despite whining, you would always listen to him hoping soon he will make you his again.

After two weeks of your secret dating, Pablo came home only to see your mother standing at the front door. He walked up greeting ehr kindly but could immediately tell something was not alright.

"We need to talk about Y/n, Pablo" she said making the boy gulp and invite her inside. He made her some coffee before sitting on the sofa across from her.

"I know about you two, and I came to tell you to end it." she said and Pablo felt his heart tightening at the thought of having to let you go..you were all his and he couldn't imagine losing you.

"But you don't understand..I.." Pablo tried to explain hat he was serious about you and that he cared deeply for you but your mother wouldn't let him.

"No, you don't understand! Y/n is a good girl and she doesn't need you to scar her for life! I know the lifestyle you have Pablo, I see you bringing different girl home every night and all those women that constantly chase you! My daughter is not one of your adventures!" she said standing up and Pablo did as well.

He knew that the woman had a point, he was a bit of a playboy and you deserved better man than that. He let himself fall in love with you that it might have blinded him but he doesn't want to ruin your life.

"I'm sorry.." Pablo said to the woman who picked her bag and walked to the front door.

"Just end it!" she said before leaving and Pablo sighed running his hand through his sweaty hair while walking back to his room and laying face down on the bed.

What the hell do I do!? he thought to himself when his phone beeped and your name decorated his screen. He found himself smiling despite everything.

preciosa💕: wanna come over? my parents are not home😊

Bless her little heart, she was indeed so precious and there was nothing more Pablo wanted than to have her in his arms right now. But he knew he couldn't so he texted coldly even though his heart was aching.

pablitoo: busy.

Days passed like this with you hopefully trying to see him and Pablo shutting you down each time absolutely hating himself for it. You no longer went to bed happy after receiving his kisses but with cheeks wet from tears and a throbbing headache form constant crying.

You've had enough so you went to his house grabbing the secret key and waiting for him to come from his training. Was this crazy?? Probably, but you couldn't handle him avoiding you any longer.

When he came in he was shocked to see you there. Internally he was happy taking a moment to observe every inch of you but your mom's words echoed in his ear.

"What are you doing here?" he said like it was nothing putting his bag on the floor and you walked to him snaking your arms around his neck. It was such a torture for Pablo not to snake his arms around your waist in response and to crash his lips against yours.

"Why are you avoiding me??" you ask confused that he just stood there coldly. What the hell is going on?? Why was he so cold all of the sudden!?

"Am not" he said about to walk away but you you wouldn't let him kissing his lips expecting him to kiss you back like always but he didn't so you whined.

"Stooop teasing me! I missed you so much!!" you say thinking it's just him messing with you but when he didn't change his demeanor you started to worry for real.

"You're so annoying! I already fucked you and that's all I've wanted" Pablo said it feeling his own heart break at his words especially when he saw the look on your face afterwards. He needed to make you hate him, because he couldn't handle having you around and act against his feelings.

"P..Pablo.." you voice was broken as you moved back from him a little letting tears fall down your cheeks at the thought that all of it was fake. You didn't believe him knowing this is not who he was and something definitely happened to make him say that.

Pablo felt like the biggest asshole in the world hating himself for ever be the reason for your tears. Nothing ever hurt him like seeing you cry because of him.

"Don't cry preciosa..I'm not for you. You need someone who wants to love you and all I want is to fuck you" he spoke walking closer and drying your tears as you gulped and looked into his eyes knowing now that he was lying. It was obvious to both of you so you did all you could to force him to speak the truth.

Your legs hit his bed as you laid back and pulled him on top of you which took his by surprise.

"Fine then..just do it then..prove it you're not lying and fuck me with no emotion!" you say while he held himself over you staring into your eyes in disbelief.

"What's the problem Pablo!? Fuck me and then toss me out of your house like you do with other girls!" you yelled into his face and he shut you up with a kiss while holding your face with his veiny hands.

"I can't, alright!? Not with you..I..can't.." he whispered resting his forehead against your while tears fell down his own cheeks and you dried them this time.

“Just tell me what is going on please??” You say caressing his face while more tears collected in his eyes breaking your heart.

“Your mom asked me to leave you alone..to end this” he said noticing the way that made you angry. How dare she get involved in your private life like that!!? It wasn’t her choice who you decide to love!

“I knew you love me…just as much as I love you” you said smiling about to pull him down for a kiss but he got off you making you sit up as well.

“I do. I love you so much it hurts but your mom is right preciosa. I don’t deserve you and my life will only ruin yours..” he spoke but you wouldn’t hear any more asking him through sobs to just shut up.

“I can’t believe you’re saying she’s right!” You said angrily thinking that he was giving up on you way too easily.

“I mean I am older than you..and my life is complicated” he said and you pushed his hand away when he tried to touch your hair and tuck it behind your ear.

“I don’t care about that! I want you! Only you! And you’re just giving up on me so easily! Fine then!” You said angrily moving to straddle his lap and unlike before his hands did grab your hips.

“If she’s right then you wouldn’t care if someone else fucked me, right?? And touched all the spots you did…and left marks all over my skin…marking me as his??” You whispered the last part into Pablo’s ear licking it afterwards and he groaned feeling himself getting harder underneath you. His hand wandered from your face to your neck as he held tightly.

"Basta!" he growled pulling you closer by his other arm and you rubbed yourself against him while biting your bottom lip.

"Hmm mala..what am I going to do with you??" he smirked seeing you giggle and start to kiss his neck leaving marks all over his skin. He would always get annoyed when girls wanted to do this making him have to explain it to paparazzi later but right now he didn't give single shit.

"Just..don't let me go..mmm p..papi" you moaned into his ear and after hearing you say that his pants became too tight and he flipped you over laying you down on the bed and hovering above you.

"Don't you ever say something like that again! You're mine! Only mine!" he growled ripping your dress of your body before feverishly kissing your skin making your mind cloudy and your heart hit hard against your chest.

"I'm sorry...p..please..I want you to make me yours" you begged having enough of teasing for past few weeks and he smirked nodding his head and kissing your lips while removing the rest of your clothes off and reaching to the cupboard for a box of condoms.

"Say that again preciosa.." Gavi groaned teasing your entrance while your face turned red looking into his eyes and feeling his strong arms on either side of your head.

"Make.me..yours" you whisper looking straight into his eyes and you both knew this was what you both wanted in this moment.

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barça #fc barca #gavigif #gavi #pablo martín páez gavira

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cindylcuwho · 3 months

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“ AUGUST , matt sturniolo ( 1 ) ★ “

★ ) 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; y/n tries to put an end to the summer love she shared with matt, only to feel the regret and guilt burn into her skin later on.

★ ) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; smut for the first couple of paragraphs but it’s not that important so you can skip, arguing (verbal) — major back and forth, mentions of alcohol, angst tbh, use of y/n, talking to an ex, kinda boring igg but will get better, explicit language, msg me if i missed something!

★ ) 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; accidentally deleted this and had to re-write the end- was so close to just cancelling my plans to publish it but glad i didn’t (lmk all the folklore references u find bc i left some🫢). hopefully you like it bc this is my favorite work ever :) oh and this is kinda short/boring but i think that jus cuz im a hater ✌🏽

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home wreckage. castles crumbing. gods giving up their power. when all falls apart on itself bystanders like to stare whilst the whole time you’re just laying there mentally begging to open your mouth and scream for them to help, to call someone, to do something. anything, other than stare.

but how could they? why would anyone want to help when they get a free show?

y/n didn’t mean for it to happen, or for it to last this long.

matt was strictly only to be her tutor, helping her better the D she had in math. but soon the hour long sessions with him that were spent mindlessly dodging her sarcastic comments shifted to him under her, begging for a sweet release.

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.

matts rapid thrusts quickly turned sloppy as he chased the high of his third orgasm. y/n let out moan after moan from under him, thighs shaking from her own overstimulation.

“m–matt no marks, ‘member?” she gave his rather fluffy brunette hair a warning tug. he whined against her neck, lips still in contact with her skin.

“please,” he pleaded, but he knew better than to do anything without permission. “a- at least let me–“ he couldn’t finish, too embarrassed to say it.

y/n’s hands trailed all over matt’s body, gently pulling at the porcelain with a desire for him to be closer than he was.

within the few months she’s seen him undressed, she was still as surprised as the first time he took off his clothes. who could’ve guessed someone as innocent looking as him had pure muscles, a toned stomach and a rather long cock.

she used to be part of those that didn’t.

y/n cupped the side of his face, landing a soft smack against his cheek, urging him to spit the words out. “let- hmph- me cum inside m-mommy”

another thing people wouldn’t have assumed about him would probably be his raging mommy kink.

y/n wasn’t used to being the dominant one in bed, usually all her exes and old flings preferred to be on top, but with matt it was different.

she was new to all of it, but she liked the control and trust she had over him. he gave her the will to do anything her wanted on top or on bottom. he was good and easy– something she’s never experienced until the fateful night in november when they first met.

once receiving her approval, matts fast pace managed to quicken. she cradled his head in towards her neck, whispering sweet nothings about how good he was in his ear as he came undone.

matt still put out slow and sensual thrusts, making sure his girl came too. though y/n taught him almost everything he knew, it didn’t take a genius or someone that got a lousy A+ on a test to know to never leave a girl unsatisfied.

“fuck—“ y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as her orgasm was coming by quicker and quicker, “i think im falling in love with you” y/n whispered, like it was the most casual thing to say. matt raised his head from her at the confession.

her eyes remained shut tight as his own pair studied her face.

he didn’t know if she could sense how tense he got from her words. maybe she didn’t mean it. she couldn’t. but maybe she did.

“w-what?” y/n remained silent, only let out gasps of air as he hit past her cervix and bursting the knot in her stomach.

she slowly opened her eyes, immediately greeted with the confused stare coming from the boy on top of her. “i said i think i lo—“

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒. ‎

matt watched with dilated pupils as y/n rolled around in the grass field. her now stained summer dress shifted under the rapid movement, lifting to show off her cushiony thighs.

the same thighs that were wrapped around his head two weeks ago when he learned how to please a woman using only his tongue.

the same thighs that were still wrapped around his head last night as he pushed her limits into orgasm after orgasm.

“whatcha thinking ‘bout, pretty boy?” she stopped her kid-like behavior to focus only on him. matt leaned his head into the hand that delicately caressed his cheek.

he wasn’t used to the romantic side of psychical touch, but with y/n it’s all they ever did.

she slowly pulled off his glasses and slipped them onto her face, unknowing of how much matt loved seeing her with them.

it was a mutual feeling for the opposite thing. she loved how he looked without them. he still looked good with them on but without? he’d have girls swooning over him all the time.

y/n laid back on the grass and propped herself up on her elbows so she could still see matt.

the light from the 6:00 pm sun hit the glass frames perfectly to make it seem like her eyes were sparkling. though maybe they actually were, they always seem to whenever she’s at peace.

“you gonna answer me or just stare like a middle schooler watching his first porno?” she joked. matt smiled at her, “thinking of you, what else?” he joked back.

y/n cocked her head up as a replacement for a shrug, “i don’t know, maybe you have other girls on the side”

matt stifled a laugh, “you’re the only girl– honestly like ever.. thought you knew that?” he didn’t get that she was joking, now it had to be serious.

“well i knew i was the first but.. i don’t know, it’s a dumb thought, i just assumed you’d see other girls..” y/n trailed off. she didn’t know how to finish the sentence, not wanting to come off as insecure.

“is it ‘cause thats what cameron used to do?” matt felt instant regret from his words as he watched y/ns face retort to an unfamiliar expression.

for a sentence rolling as smooth as butter, it sure did hit like a knife in y/n’s chest.

cameron rodriguez, y/ns “ex” boyfriend and probably the most shallow guy in boston. he stood 5’9 with shaggy blonde hair and piercing green eyes, practically the opposite of all that matt is.

don’t let his good looks fool you, y/n could fill up a truck with pennies counting everytime he did something to her.

but no matter how many times he cheated, argued, degraded or made her cry herself to sleep, she still kept coming back. creature of habit, why let go of something you’re used to? y/n never thought better would find her, but then matt was introduced to her.

“i-im sorry. i don’t know why i said that—“

“no, no. it’s okay, matt. you weren’t thinking.” she gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“are you sure?” she ignored him and took off his glasses, placing them next to her tote bag. matt didn’t push, he knew her boundaries and spent the whole time beating himself up for mentioning cameron.

the conversation died down with the sun, the orange glow fading every second as the moons white glazed the sky.

“this is nice.” y/n was laying against matt’s flannel-covered chest, her left arm loosely hugged his waist. “i like spending time with you, ya know?”

he hummed softly to her words, not sure what to say. she continued talking, “i just wanted to let you know–“ y/n shuffled out of his grasp and sat up, “even when this comes to an end.. this truly was the best thing i ever had.”

matt’s face dropped. he knew it was bound to end at some point, their moments of heaven were only begged and borrowed time, but he wasn’t expecting for it to end so suddenly.

it felt like the world was crumbling as he tried to process everything. he let out a small ‘oh’, what was he supposed to say?

his eyes finally met with hers once he was able to form sentences. “we’re coming to an end?” he could see the pity form on y/ns face as she tried to think of something to say as an excuse.

“i- i mean obviously we’re coming to an end, but.. we’re coming to an end?” matt so badly wanted it to be some sick twisted joke, for y/n to double back in laughter and say she was kidding, that she wanted him.

he spent months infatuated with the thought of actually being with the girl of his dream, and now he finally has her but she was never actually his.

"matt.." y/n reached over trying to cup his face, but he pulled away. "this is for the best. i'm not good for you and it'll only get wor-.

"bullshit!" matt cried out, cutting off her sentence, "we've spent all summer together and you're now telling me you're not good for me? y/n you're perfect–“

"but you can do better!" she began to raise her voice, letting the tree critters and whoever might be near hear her counter argument, “it's just- with school an-and the stress.. matt you have so much potential! i'd only be a distraction"

"you wouldn't distract me"

"i already do"

"my academics are already good, i'd graduate either way"

"it's not just the academics part." y/n looked down at her lap. matt's hard face softened, not sure on what expression to settle on.

he looked away, staring at the crescent moon and taking note of how it looked hooked against the far mountains.

the rock glowed, but barely casted enough light for people to make their way through town without help.

"then what's it about." he still remained eye contact with the white in the sky. y/ns hand crept onto his to try and comfort him, she held a small smile when he didn't attempt to pull away.

"look.. i have a reputation to uphold, and with you it'd— it'd just get confusing so fast and would ruin every-“

matt stood abruptly, not before grabbing his glasses to put back on. "so it's 'cause we both have a different popularity status?"

y/n stood so she was still at eye level with him, "no! that's not what i'm tryna say, it's just with who i am and.. you know?" she couldn't even think of a clever defense.

"no, y/n, i don't know and id love for you to tell me what” he crossed his arms.

“matt..” tears filled the brim of her eyes as they held contact. she couldn’t look away, if she was gonna end it the least he deserved was for it to be eye to eye.

“you can do better” she repeated herself, “and it’s was only a matter of time before you realize it. you dont want what i all the baggage i have, believe me matt.” she once again reached out for his hand, butt matt took a step back.

“i’m just keeping you safe from all of it”

he shook his head, not believing her not one bit. it was more than obvious y/n was hiding something. did she just not want to be seen with him? did some stupid high school status really effect her ego that much? yes.

matt began walking away, leaving y/n standing at where they once laid.

“i’ll call you later?” she called out, unsure if matt even wanted to her from her. he didn’t even bother looking over to spit out the venom filled sentence, “no point, we weren’t real anyway.”

.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒.

y/n was spread on her bed listening as the phone rang a million times. y/n, on holding hers up to her ear in hopes she'll hear her summer loves sweet voice.

"this is matt. sorry i couldn't get to you but i will as soon as i can."

his voicemail was left on repeat for what seemed like hours as she sulked at the sound.

it was her fault, she knew that. she didn't have to end it, but she panicked and did anyway, but for what? there was nothing stopping her from pursuing him. he was perfect. good grades, a good life, good humor, good friends, everything about him was a green flag.

maybe that was the problem though. she was so used to horrible treatment coming from horrible guys that the second she found someone good, she gave them up.

“this is matt. sorry i couldn't get—“

y/n’s phone began to ring, ending the torture she was putting herself through. she did even bother to check, her thumb loosely hit the accept button.

“hello” she croaked out. “first time you’ve responded to since what? may? and all i get is a sleepy hello” the voice of the last person she wanted to hear from filled her ears.

“what do you want, cam?”

“for you to come out of your house for once,” she could hear the background noise, it sounded like a party with the distant music and the chatter. “i’m not going.” she decided.

“cmon y/n, it’d be more fun than whatever you were doing all summer.” cameron tried to convince her. y/n sat up, looking towards her closet and then at her mirror.

for the first time in forever, she truly looked like a wreck. tangled hair, makeup running, and droopiness was all she saw.

she wasn’t listening to him, she remained the eye contact with herself before cutting him off again.

“give me thirty minutes, send me the details.” cameron let out a cheer, agreeing to comply. y/n hung up and walked to the closet to pick out an outfit.

she was already hesitant coming out of the shower. maybe she should cancel last minute, wouldn’t be the first time.

what if matt called her back while she was busy taking shot after shot with “friends”? what if she didn’t answer and he took it as the end of them forever?

what if school begins again and she’s back with cameron, back to being the ‘it’s girl, back to making people like him feel lesser?

y/n looked at her phone again. her contacts were open, cameron’s sitting on top of matt’s. whose does she click on? this one small task might decide the fate of everything from here on out.

she sighed, not wanting to give it another thought.

y/n

almost done, wearing heels tho so pick me up?

…

cam

already on the way babe ❤️

kinda short but i truly gave this my all- was literally writing it in my sleep acc 😭

if this flops i’ll cry LMFAO 💀 no but … the first couple paragraphs were acc weird to read and write bc i hate writing smut .. hope you enjoyed tho (if u do literally go be added to the taglist😛) already planning out chapter two- stream folklore bc this is heavily based around that (AND ETERNAL SUNSHINE OML) : ))

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