#That kiss was so intense I almost wanted to skip through it

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento

you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento

contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k

when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy. 

yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone. 

“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school. 

“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.” 

you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would. 

with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?” 

he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.” 

“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful. 

yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.

you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner. 

there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.

you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that. 

you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you. 

“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.” 

you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities. 

your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him. 

but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento. 

your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body. 

“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”

you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked. 

he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?” 

you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.” 

kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you. 

“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.” 

kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.” 

you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses. 

“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.” 

“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.” 

“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.” 

“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…” 

kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?” 

the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”

“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student. 

kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.” 

“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?” 

you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time. 

“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.” 

“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?” 

you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation. 

“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone. 

but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s. 

yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love. 

a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.” 

“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?” 

“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.” 

yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!” 

“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”

“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.” 

yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.

“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.” 

“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.

“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”

kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.” 

“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!” 

#i hope this shows up in the tags bc i’ve been fighting with tumblr ugh #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #kento nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me ensemble #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #text post #the om gang react #the gang react #gang react #tgr #dthc

[changetyre]

Lando is secretly dating a girl he knew from high school, and she meets Daniel Ricciardo at one point, Lando brings y/n to a race very discreetly and there is some jealousy with Daniel and it ends up with a quickie in his motor room, and lastly their relationship is exposed in some way

Please☺️

You're mine and it's time to let them know II Lando Norris x Reader ⓈⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: Lando has loved nothing more than to have you all to himself for so long but it only takes Daniel Ricciardo to make sure the world hears you scream you're his.

WARNINGS: **18+**

A/N: I switched the request a little I hope you don't mind It just sort of worked better in my mind like this ;)

"You ready darling?" Lando walked into your shared bedroom after the last-minute business call he had to take. "Woah." He bit his lip eying you up and down.

"No baby...I know that look we're already running late." You couldn't hold back the smirk at the way you saw your boyfriend looking at you knowing that look would only lead to another and you'd both end up wrapped up in the sheets soon after.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about." Lando feigned innocence although he walked towards you wrapping his hands around your waist loving the way you felt in his arms especially when you looked like this.

"Lando." You said his name in a warning tone as you finished putting your earrings in.

"It's times like this I hate that we're a secret...how am I supposed to keep my hands off you tonight?" Lando pouted, his usual child-like behavior showing.

"Well you've done for 6 years I'm sure you'll manage another night." You smiled grabbing your boyfriend's hand before guiding him out.

"At least let me kiss you." Lando stopped and pulled you back you as you were about to open the front door.

"I just put lip gloss on." You pouted this time.

Lando obviously didn't find a problem with this as he happily took your pout as an invitation to close the space between you both and kiss you a little more intensely than you'd thought he meant.

By the time he pulled away, Lando knew he had left you in a daze. "Lan-" your breath skipped as you saw the lip gloss around your boyfriend's lips.

"That should do for a few hours," Lando smirked as he took his fingers wiping the gloss that had spread around your lips and proceeded to use the back of his sleeve to wipe the excess around his own lips before exciting through the front door.

________

You arrived on separate cars not being new to the hundreds of cameras that would be waiting at the entrance to the gala. After so many years of hiding their relationship, everything was rehearsed when they were in public.

It was fun, you thought almost like your own Hannah Montana movie. People knew who you were, completely aware to your ties with Lando from being classmates in high school to working together in the same industry now.

That's at least as much as the public knew. They weren't familiar with the longer version of the story where Lando and you had actually been more than classmates in high school and were in fact in a long relationship and had mutually decided to work in the same industry to stay together.

Lando of course had always dreamt of being a driver and wanting to stay close to him but also sharing a passion for communication you'd been offered a job as communication manager for McLaren allowing you to stay close, but not close enough for people to suspect there was more.

So thankfully it also wasn't odd for you to appear at the F1 gala as you had been invited ever since you'd started working with McLaren.

What was unexpected though was the fact that a certain someone would take the opportunity to make a move now that he wasn't going to be in the team anymore.

"You look beautiful." Daniel walked to you a drink in hand before he took another one from a passing waiter handing out glasses of champagne.

"Thank you, Dani, you clean up well too." Daniel handed you the new drink as you chose to reply kindly not a stranger to men trying to hit on you but another driver was certainly new territory.

"You know when we were working I was certain you had to be seeing someone but coming to the gala with a dress as gorgeous as this without someone by your side...that is a surprise." Daniel was a lot more intense than you'd expected making you choke on your drink.

"Uhmm...actually-" You were interrupted before you could come up with something.

"y/n come dance with me." Lando walked up to you placing his hand low on your back which took you completely by surprise.

"I was actually hoping to dance with her myself-" Daniel laughed with Lando except Lando didn't seem to find the humor.

"Hmm was always faster wasn't I?" You gasped at the insinuation and watched Dani's smile drop but before you could say anything else Lando had taken your hand and was taking you somewhere.

"Lando!" You shouted after your boyfriend who didn't seem like would stop until he got to his destination.

Lando didn't stop until you were both in a secluded hallway.

"Lando what the fuck wa-" But before you could say anything else Lando had pulled you in holding your waist tightly into him and kissing you passionately.

"You're mine okay? I'm tired of hiding it." He whispered and you could feel his breath tickle your lips as you tried to process what was happening.

"Lan where did this come from?" You weren't exactly opposed to the idea of finally going public but you certainly didn't think today would be the day.

"I just...I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off you in this dress." Lando smirked repeating his words from a few hours earlier before he took your hand once more pulling you into the men's bathroom and locking the door after him.

"Lando what has gotten into you!" Your smile deceived you as Lando picked you up and sat you on the bathroom counter.

"Can't a man just show his girlfriend how much he fucking loves her?" Lando smirked as he kneeled in front of you and wasted no time in attacking the space between your legs.

"Ahh-" You were breathless in seconds as Lando licked at your clothed clit for a few seconds before shoving your panties aside and sucking you directly.

"Let me see you baby-" Lando seperated his lips from you for a few seconds and you knew exactly what he meant.

You shimmied the straps of your dress off your shoulders letting Lando see your bare chest as his hand came up to cup your left boob.

"Lando please fuck me-" you begged your boyfriend as you felt yourself getting close.

"Only because we need to be quick pretty girl." Lando obliged coming up to kiss you and letting you taste yourself on his lips as he aligned himself with you.

"Mhm-" you moaned into your boyfriends lips as he pushed into you starting to set a pace immediately.

"How does that feel baby?" Lando asked.

"Mm so- so ahh-so good Lando-" You were struggling to formulate words with how good he could make you feel.

"That's it darling, let everyone hear who you're screaming for." Lando grunted.

"AHH LAN!" You weren't able to contain your volume as Lando quickened his pace without previous warning but something told you he intended for this to happen.

"Who's making you cum baby?" Lando asked as he could feel you start to clench around him.

"Ah-Ah- you- you Lan-only you-" You moaned not even sure how loud you were being but quite frankly you didn't care.

"Fuck...that's it." Lando was satisfied enough as he slowed his pace after fucking you through your orgasm and finishing himself. "That's it, darling." He kissed you softly, a clear contrast to the way he'd just fucked you seconds before.

"Everyone's gonna know now Lan-" you commented as you pulled the straps back over your shoulder and Lan cleaned you up gently.

"That was the idea yes-" Lando smirked proudly planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling your dress down and patting it down for you.

"Was the idea everyone or Dani?" You asked laughing to yourself knowing how childish your boyfriend could be.

"Hmm let's say one of those was an added bonus" He winked as he watched you fix your hair and tried to clean yourself up a bit.

"You're insane." You turned to face your boyfriend.

"And you still said yes." He smiled before kissing you once more, proudly wrapping his arm around your waist and enjoying the rest of the night unashamedly with you by his side.

A/N: This is the first time I do a twitter au on Tumblr but don't expect them frequently cause I hate doing them I just thought it went well with this story ;)

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #changetyre #f1 one shot #f1fic #smut #f1 smut #f1smut #formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris fic #fi driver x reader

[inkdrinkerworld]

Reader takes bc and experiences nausea and loss in appetite because of it

“Spencer I’m not taking it and you can’t force me.” It’s Sunday, a day that used to be your favourite but once a month when you get your period Sunday becomes the day you take your first birth control for the month and you’re plagued with almost immediate nausea.

“Angel,” he coos softly, stroking your hand as you lay pitifully in bed. Spencer knows it can’t feel good, he’s been nauseous before and it isn’t fun. It’s even less fun seeing you so pale and bleak and a little down as you try to get a handle on yourself again.

“No,” you shake your head, turning away from where he’s got the box and a bottle water extended to you. “Can’t I just skip this month?”

Spencer knows it’s bad, it’s terrible on the best of days. But he also knows how bad it is when you don’t take the pills.

He doesn’t know how to make it better, he isn’t a medical doctor but he’s spoken to your OBGYN and she’d said to stick it out till your next appointment.

Except, sticking it out gives you intense sickness, a loss in appetite most days and a craving for refreshing fruits- like watermelon and cucumbers- when you finally do want to eat, which isn’t substantial enough to take any of your medicine.

“You know you can’t, angel.” He sets the things down near your legs. Spencer’s hand coasts your forehead and cheek. “Remember this is a new brand, the nausea is normal. I know it doesn’t feel good, but it’ll help in the long run.”

You know he’s trying to help but right now you don’t give a damn about the long run.

“C’mon, beautiful.” He’s pulling out the big guns now. Stroking your chin and calling you beautiful like that; all head in the clouds, full of love with his big brown eyes. “There’s soda crackers too, and when you feel up to it we can go get whatever you’d like for breakfast, yeah?”

“Spence,” but he only stays silent, looking at you like you’ve put the stars in the sky individually. “Can we get bagels? I want egg, ham and cheese in mine.”

Spencer rewards you with a dazzling smile and drops a kiss to your forehead. “We can get that and fresh ones for the week, angel.” He sets the tablet in your hand and opens the water, rubbing your hair out of your face as you swallow.

“What happened to beautiful?” Spencer laughs, reaching for the green tin of crackers.

“Here you go beautiful,” you preen, taking three crackers and nibbling slowly. “Proud of you, know it’s annoying to deal with.”

You nod, laying back down on your pillow when you finish the crackers.

“Think they’ll ever stop giving me nausea?” You ask Spencer, suddenly shifting positions so you can lay your head in his lap.

“They say it’s only supposed to last for the first three months, all statistics point to that being true. But bodies are all different, it’s not a one size fits all, maybe it won’t happen this month, maybe it’ll persist. Medicine is tricky when you add hormones into the mix.”

It isn’t as reassuring as you’d wanted to hear, but you know Spencer will help you through all the nausea and mood swings as long as he’s home.

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[scudslut]

Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

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[maxtermind]

HEYYY!!! I’ve been looking at smut prompts all day and my brain is packed w fic ideas. May i request a mv1 fic with prompts “no underwear?”, “did you wear this just for me?” and “dont worry about the damn clothes, i’ll just buy you new ones” with spanish!reader and kind of like friends w tension vibes???

i want you all to myself

★ : feat :: max verstappen x reader ★ : genre :: mature ★ : word count :: 800 ★ : a/n :: this is not a tease, i genuinely don't think i can write good smut. but tension and yearning? hell yeah! not specifically spanish!reader because i wasn't sure what you wanted me to add for that. thanks for the request love, feedback is always appreciated :)

The air crackled with tension as you stood face to face with Max, his gaze intense, almost palpable against your skin. Your heart raced with anticipation, every nerve on edge, as you waited for him to speak.

Max broke the silence, his voice teasing yet laced with an unmistakable desire that sent shivers down your spine. ”No underwear?” he hissed, his tone suggestive, his eyes lingering on you with a mix of amusement and something deeper.

”Oh.” You taunted, reveling in the way he struggled to maintain his composure. A coy smile playing on your lips as you watched his face flush and his hands clench tightly. ”Don't hold back on my account.”

You forced a casual smile, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him.

His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to find words, his eyes never leaving yours. ”Did you wear this just for me, darling?” Max's voice wavered slightly, betraying the intensity of his longing as he shamelessly eyed you.

Your lips curved into a smirk as you closed the distance, his eyes never leaving yours. ”Maybe I did,” you admitted, keeping your voice low, delighted to see the effect that had on Max.

Max groaned before reaching forward for the fabric of your dress, his fingers tightening around it as he pulled you closer. He looked at you as if he was mad as to why you were still not losing your sanity like he was.

Not knowing that the only reason you had pulled this stunt was because your patience had run dry.

The tension between you was palpable, a silent dance of desire and uncertainty as you stood locked in a silent exchange, each daring the other to make a move. That was before he aimlessly pushed forward and the sound of your poor dress echoed in the silence.

You gasped and tried to pry away but Max instead pulled you closer, resting his forehead on yours. His skin flushed as he sighed to stay calm and get himself together.

”Don't worry about the damn clothes,” Max grunted, his voice sending a rush of heat through your veins. Frustratingly pulling the torn material down your body in a frantic manner. ”I'll just buy you new ones.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a surge of insecurity washing over you, making you hold his hands under yours, not letting him see you yet. ”You'll buy me new ones, huh?”

Before you could carry on, your lips met in a heated kiss, so hard that the back of your neck, from where he grabbed you, pulsed. However, it had such a good effect making your legs shudder as ou sighed against his mouth.

Max was panting as he hurriedly tried to swallow all of your breaths and it made so much sense. As your lips moved together, you realized how much sense you guys made, how well you fit together.

Even as you surrendered to the passion, a nagging fear lingered in the back of your mind. It felt so insatiably good but you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you were to just ruin all this for a sultry desperate explosion. When it was painfully obvious that you ached for more

”I don't wanna do this just for one night,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling with uncertainty. ”I want us to stay...” ‘Friends,’ would’ve been a lie so for the lack of a better term, you refrained from putting any labels.

Max pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a depth that took your breath away. ”I'm not going anywhere,” he assured you, his voice soft but firm. ”I wish I could wait, but baby, I- I want more, right now. I want you.”

Relief flooded through you at his words, comically short lived, because not even a second later, it got mingled with the desire that burned hot and fierce within you. ”I want you too,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you melted into his embrace. ”Really badly.”

Max pulled you in for another kiss and you almost lost it on the spot when he smirked against your mouth.

”You’re gonna ruin everyone else for me, huh?” He laughed in disbelief and if you weren’t as overwhelmed as you were, you might have scoffed but instead you squeezed his body under your palms.

Max’s eyes dilating as soon as you said your next words as you pushed the flimsy material off your body.

”You already have.”

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[miffysrambles]

Hello! I love your headcannons! What are your headcannons for when S/O is gravely injured? Like, the S/O is fighting against some demons along with MK, Wukong and Macaque and they get very seriously injured, to the point of passing out. What would their reactions be?

Wukong, Macaque, and MK With a Gravely Injured S/O

(This one took a bit, sorry about that!)

Wukong:

Oh, he is livid.

He shouts at MK to take you somewhere safe, as far away from his location as the boy could go.

“Get them out of here kid, get them help! I’ll handle this!”

He needs to beat some sense into this bastard, right here and right now.

Uses almost every single one of his powers to strike the demon, soon enough scaring them off into never hurting you or even going near you again.

Grabs them by the collar as they fall to the ground, bearing his fangs as speaks through his teeth. 

“If I see you even stand close to that mortal ever again, I will not hesitate to kill you next time…”

Eventually travels back to you and MK on his cloud, finding the both of you in your apartment as the noodle boy patches you up.

He sends MK home, ensuring you’ll be ok.

“Don’t worry bud, they’ll be fine. Get some rest, ya earned it.”

He sits down next to you on the couch as he lays your head in his lap.

His fingers intertwine with your hair, his other hand caressing your face as you rest from the intensity of your wounds.

He stays like this for quite some time, maybe even hours as he does not dare to move a muscle.

His heart skips a beat as you shift awake, smiling up at him as you regain consciousness.

He smiles back at you, it might have been the fact you were still a bit tired but you swear you could see small tears in his eyes.

“Peaches, oh thank Gods! It’s ok! You’re ok, you’re safe…”

He wants nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and cover your gorgeous face in kisses but does not want to move you when you’re in pain.

Soon enough when you’re ready to move he does just that, laying you on his chest as he presses soft kisses all over your face.

He holds you close as if you were about to disappear any second, you’re guessing he really was scared today -which is super rare.-

“I love you, oh I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re ok.”

Macaque:

His first instinct is to get you the hell out of there. 

As soon as his six ears hear your breath falter, he pulls you through into the shadows and gets you both out of the fight.

“Damnit, damnit, damnit! You're going to be okay sweet cheeks, don’t close your eyes on me. Keep those gorgeous eyes open.”

He falls into his living room with you in his arms, frantically kissing your forehead as he sets you down on the couch. 

He’s scrambling through his dojo to find stuff to patch up your wounds, he doesn’t have much because, well, he’s immortal.

After patching you up, –which is sloppily done by his shaking fingers–, he leaves you alone to rest.

“Gods damnit!” He punches a hole through the wall of the dojo, taking his rage out on the crumbling drywall. 

He needs to direct his anger towards something else before the entire building falls.

And luckily for him, he has just the target.

Oh, the demon didn’t win like they thought they did, not even close.

As soon as Macaque sees they let their guard down, he emerges from the shadows to summon his smoke monster.

It grabs the demon within its giant grasp as it forces them into the gravel below, crushing them with its sheer force.

“So! Do you really think you got away with hurting that mortal? Big mistake on your part…”

After beating the demon to a pulp, he travels back to you through the shadows.

You open your eyes to see him land on the living room floor, his ears perking up from the sound of your breath hitching as he rushes to your side. 

You smile up at him through your pain, your bandages wrapped a little too tight.

“Macaque? I love you and appreciate it so much but you tied these a little too tight…”

He blinks in surprise as he reapplies the white strips on your wounds, smiling as he kisses your nose.

“Heh, sorry about that starshine. Glad you’re ok…”

MK:

You don’t think you’ve ever seen your bright bubbly boyfriend so angry.

In fact, he is beyond furious.

To the point, he turns into his monkey form and beats the demon into a pulp. 

Pigsy and Sandy were helping you stand as you stared at the sight in front of you, MK glowing a bright gold color as the two flew through the sky so fast you couldn’t keep your eyes up with them.

At one point, the demon tried to teleport away but MK was two steps ahead as he reached his arm out and grabbed them by the collar.

“Hey! Who– Said– I– Was– Done with you yet!”

He was throwing the demon around the mountains in between his words, finally, the demon was defeated as Mk ran up to you.

“(Name)! Oh, please be ok!” He wraps his arms around you, earning a gasp of pain from you.

“Careful kid, they’re hurt bad…” Pigsy put his hands up to warn your worried boyfriend.

“Right, right. Come on, let’s get them home.”

MK scooped you up in his arms as he carried you to your apartment, using the key that you gave him to set you down on the couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get you some bandages.”

He kissed your forehead as he left the room, coming back with white gauze and a waterproof marker.

You raised your eyebrow at the marker, earning a small smile from him as he slightly laughed.

“I was gonna draw on your bandages, add a little happy touch to the sadness!”

You laughed softly, nodding at the idea.

“Sounds fun, let's do it.”

He beamed as he applied the white strips, drawing various doodles on your bandages such as a doodle of the two of you kissing, one of the Monkey King (of course), and little hearts and stars everywhere.

You smiled as he held up his phone camera to you so you could see, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you babes, I look so colorful!’

His cheeks flushed red as he kissed your cheeks several times in return, “Of course, I think you look goood! I’m so glad you’re feeling better sweetie”

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[prowlingz]

ღ Atta' Girl ღ

⚜ Captain John Price x AFAB Reader ⚜ - No use of y/n | Second Person Perspective | ღ - wc - 1.3k | ღ - ✪ WARNINGS: porn slight plot, established relationship, degration kink, praise kink, spitting, smut 18+ ✪

You reclined on your stomach, engrossed in the pages of "Narnia." The clock had long struck past 11 pm, and drowsiness began to wash over you. Switching off your bedside lamp, you welcomed the gentle moonlight that bathed your room. Remaining in your prone position, you turned your head toward the window, fixing your gaze on the luminous orb in the night sky.

As slumber gradually enveloped you, an unexpected sound—a clearing of the throat—jolted you awake. Your eyes widened, yet your body seemed immobilized by fear. Darting your eyes around the room, you found no one in sight.

As you lay there, the notion that it might have all been a product of your imagination began to creep into your mind. However, that perception vanished in an instant when a familiar voice, with a distinct raspiness to it, reverberated through the room, asking, "Miss me?" Your heart skipped a beat as you turned, and there, standing before you, was none other than your boyfriend, John Price.

Your face erupted into a radiant smile, so wide it could rival the moon itself. Without a second thought, you hurled yourself into his strong embrace, the comforter tangled up with your excited leap. He held you tightly and guided you both back onto the bed, your legs still firmly entwined around him.

Playfully, you nibbled at his neck and exclaimed, "I missed you so fucking much," the excitement in your voice palpable.

In response, he let out his signature hearty chuckle, his beard gently tickling your neck as he reciprocated with a flurry of affectionate kisses. "Not a day went by," he declared, the kisses never ceasing.

"Guess what? I just finished writing you a heartfelt letter, bummer" you giggled sarcastically, disappointment feigning in your tone as he finally pulled back, his gaze locked onto you as though you were the most beautiful sight in the world.

His eyes remained fixated on yours, unwavering and full of adoration. Soon your legs lazily descended, he deftly raised them over his broad shoulders, pulling you closer to him, the subtle firmness beneath his clothing pressing against you.

Your gaze descended along the path of his neck, lingering on the tender love bites you had planted just moments ago. Your eyes continued their journey, tracing down to his chest, which was already rising and falling with intense desire, and further down to his clearly aroused member. It was evident from the way his pants seemed to constrict around that particular area.

With a wordless understanding, he drew you even closer, his eyes widening with desire and a sly smirk playing on his lips. You cautiously shifted your hips, a subtle movement that drew a low, almost primal groan from deep within him. Your mouth fell slightly agape as you continued to roll your hips, doing your best to maintain control despite the overwhelming sensations, and he willingly yielded to your advances.

"So fucking pretty," he whispered huskily under his breath, his words laden with longing. "How long has it been, my love? Four long months?" his voice raspy with want-no-need.

As his words hung in the air, a rush of emotions surged through you, mixing desire with the depth of your connection. You nodded, your eyes locked onto his with an intensity that needed no words to convey. Four months had felt like an eternity, and the desire that had built during that time was now igniting with an irresistible force.

He lowered his head, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his longing. Your mouths moved together with a passionate urgency, tongues entwined as if trying to make up for every second lost. His hands roamed over your body, fingers tracing patterns of desire along your skin, igniting a fiery longing within you.

The room seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of you, entangled in a dance of yearning and affection. Clothes became discarded remnants of anticipation, revealing the contours of your bodies, which had become so achingly familiar yet tantalizingly new in this moment of reunion.

His hands cupped your face as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've missed you more than words can say," he confessed, his voice a husky whisper, before guiding you into an embrace that promised to erase the months of separation with every touch and kiss.

He deftly flips you onto your stomach, prompting a surprised gasp to escape your lips as you bury your face into the pillow, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His strong hands explore your curves, gently spreading them apart, and you can sense his intense focus on your most intimate area, accompanied by a low, appreciative whistle.

"All mine," he declares in a husky tone, and you lift your head from the pillow, turning your neck to catch a glimpse of his self-assured smirk. He guides his throbbing desire towards your eager entrance, teasingly circling it as he studies your reactions intently. You bite your lip, your eyes half-lidded as you whimper, "Johnnn... please."

Normally, he might savor your pleas a bit longer, but the pent-up desire from four long months of separation overwhelms him, and he immediately obliges. With a swift, possessive thrust, he enters you deeply, causing you to arch your back and release a muffled scream of ecstasy into the pillow before you.

Your eyes feel like they cross as he continues ravaging your seeping hole.

"So fucking tight, played with yourself while I was gone, hmm, princess?" he hums to you. You close your eyes and continuing to arch your back, almost helping him fuck you as you buck your hips back into him.

"Answer me, slut. Tell me you played with yourself while I was away" he restates in between huffed breaths.

You lift your head from the soaked pillow, "Fuck..Ah- I..I.." the lewd noises filling the room, you begin to not be able to think straight.

He hums at your lack of response, and pushes a hand onto the small of your back before he slams into you faster and harder, "Be a good girl and answer me".

You take a moment before responding. You open your mouth to tell him you did indeed touch yourself, so, so, so, so much while he was gone, but before you can..

"AH!" you scream as he slaps your ass with so much force, almost guarunteeing a bruise and a swollen ass in the morning.

"I said tell me", he speaks primally.

"I touched myself..ah..f-fuck..So much, John.. So fuck-FUCKING much!" your voice crackling with pleasure as his fucking becomes almost unbearable.

A pause of vocal silence, other than your moans and lewd noises filling the room.

"How much?" he finally speaks, his pace becoming irregular and off rythm.

Not wanting another smack on your ass, you swiftly reply with honesty, "Every fucKIng day!" you scream as he begins to twitch inside of you, feeling his balls hitting your bundle of nerves with each pound.

You begin to see white as your orgasm soon takes over. You feel him groan as your walls pulse around him, milking him of his seed.

"Fuck.." he groans as he pulls out from you, watching his seed dribble down your coated thighs. You lay, out of breath with your head hanging onto the pillow in front of you.

You soon find hands gripping onto your hips lightly, and rolling you over to face him. You stare into him, eyes drooping from depravity and mouth still slightly agape to help you catch your breath.

Not even realising he has a polaroid film in his hand, he lifts your left leg up for a better view of your abused cunt, and snaps a photo; capturing both you and his seed leaking from you.

"Taking that with me on my next mission" he mumbles, bending over to kiss you. "You did so good baby, so fucking good" his beard scratching your face.

"Let's run you a bath, hm?" he hums, causing a smile to grow onto your face.

"Only if you join me" you snarkly reply.

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[elsfairy]

hear me out, okay? i've been thinking about this for a long time. what about, while you're trying to get ready for (pls use whatever) and she ends up touching you in front of your mirror? brain going brrrr

i came

It was girl’s night. like everyday Friday— although the previous Fridays were nothing but being curled up on the couch, ice cream in hand, and a shitty movie on the TV because everyone was way too busy to be able to have a night off. The dress you picked out hugged your body perfectly, and you couldn’t stop the smile appearing on your face the longer you just stared. Tonight you had planned to have the time of your life, forgetting that real-life problems existed and there wasn’t a single thing that could stop you having a good night out.

“Where are you going?”

You hadn’t even realized your girlfriend, Abby, had slipped into the bedroom and taken her usual spot at the end of your bed, her eyes trailing up and down your body slowly, drinking every inch of you in. it wasn’t a new thing that you always felt so much smaller under her intense gaze, but it still managed to have you feeling goosebumps on your arms and shivers running down your spine. “It’s girl’s night tonight” You whisper, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror once again, giving yourself a second check-over, just to make sure everything is perfect.

“Oh, that’s tonight?”

“Yes, every Friday. I told you this, baby”

The silence became too loud and you honestly thought that she made her way back into the kitchen to finish the dinner she started cooking for herself a few minutes prior to you coming in here to get changed and glammed up. That was until her fingers, which were freezing, grazed the slit in the back of the dress you picked out, the touch instantly causing you to shiver on the spot, her eyes locking with yours through the mirror. “Well, you look beautiful” She murmurs, placing a gentle yet soft kiss on the back of your neck. Eyes still locked.

“Thank you, but I’m going to be late—”

“How much time do you really have?”

“40 minutes but—”

“That’s plenty of time”

Your girlfriend’s always been quick with her actions and responses when it came to you, and everything you do. Which is why it almost shocked you at how fast she was able to maneuver you both to the bed again. One second you were standing there, in her embrace to then being sat between her strong thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, the straps almost torn with how quick she managed to undress you— sort of. “Look at yourself, so pretty, hm?”

Of course, how could you forget? You were just looking in the mirror to get yourself ready, and now you’re looking at both of you. How she had one hand gripping your jaw, keeping you focused on yourself, while the other was between your thighs, the same thighs that couldn’t stop clenching around her hand the longer she teased you through your panties. They were soaked after just a few seconds of her touching you. “You get so fuckin’ wet, don’t you? I’ve barely touched you”

Before giving you anything you want, she’ll tease and tease until you’re trembling in her arms at her voice, whimpering at her commands or demands, and almost in tears when she refuses to give you something she knows you want, but refuses until you beg. As much as she hated not giving you what you needed though, she loved seeing just far you’d go to plead for it. You’re always a little bratty though, trying to close your thighs against her hands once more, trying your absolute hardest to move your hips just slightly— or a slight inch to gain from kind of friction from her fingers, but she was always quicker than you, moving her hand away just to be able to pull your leg away, and keep you from hiding. 

“you can skip one night, right baby? want you all to myself tonight”

It was hard to respond to anything she was saying when all you could do was softly pant as she had her fingers between your legs again, rubbing circles on your clit and smirking into your neck. The reflection before you both makes you feel even hotter, shy even as you’re just watching her shamelessly play with your clit like it was nothing. “Yeah…” you finally get out, sinking your nails into her arm.

“Good girl”

Oh it was going to be a long night.

#ᥫ᭡ anon #why is it so long though #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson the last of us 2

[ken-dom]

Sex On The Beach

Ken x reader

Summary: Ken's new to a lot of things in the real world. You know, like sex. And cocktails.

Author's notes: This is set at no specific time but Ken has a penis, and I just wanted to give him a little boost. A sexy one.

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, reader has a vagina, mention of hand jobs, cum play, cream pie, praise, first time, glittery Ken cum! ✨

'How does it feel, baby?'

Ken is brought back to you at the sound of your voice, his lungs abruptly filling with breath and his eyes rolling back into place.

'Warm... r-really warm and s-soft... ohhh-'

'Yeah? You like it?' you smile down at him.

He nods eagerly, biting his lip and whining because he can’t think clearly enough to speak anymore.

You roll your hips slowly, keeping a careful and steady pace. He’s so deliciously responsive and so blissed out already that you’re afraid to go too fast and overwhelm him; as amazing as he feels, stretching and filling you with his perfect, pretty, plastic cock, you're able to keep your composure for now where he lost his the moment you sank down onto him.

'Good boy, Ken... you're doing so good for me,' you praise him.

He whimpers and bites his lip, and your heart skips a beat. It's almost endearing, the way he responds to your words.

You caress his cheek with your palm, needing to feel closer, to show him the affection he’s so desperate for, and he presses his face into the warmth of your touch.

Needy little thing aren't you? you think, watching him writhe and blush prettily beneath you. Gorgeous.

You finally begin to speed up, chasing your own pleasure and equally wanting to test the water, see how he reacts.

And boy do you get a reaction.

Loud moans and gasps punctuate each breath he takes while his fingertips grip desperately at the sheets, almost pulling them clean off the bed beneath him.

His jaw drops, his eyes screw shut, and fuck, he looks as though he's cumming already.

'You can touch me,' you pant, caressing his cheek. 'You can ask for what you want-'

'P-please- feels so good- d-don't stop!' he cries, finally grabbing your hips instead of the sheets, sighing shakily as he kneads your flesh.

You hope he’ll leave bruises, but you don't tell him that for now. He might not understand yet, and you don't want him to worry about it.

'Don't worry, baby, I won't stop. You're safe with me, just focus on how it feels...'

He looks so fucking irresistible, perfect hair now mussed and cheeks flushed pink.

You lean forward to swallow him into a deep kiss, and the new angle, with the way he’s bucking his hips up into you, sends a jolt of pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body.

You moan his name then, and to him it sounds like he's the only thing you'll ever need.

It ends him.

His back arches off the bed and he practically screams out, strangled and excited and overwhelmed - and comically high pitched as he pants and whines down from his high, trembling beneath you.

His fingertips drive so hard into your hips that you groan at the sweet pleasure-pain, your walls contracting around him to squeezing out every last drop of that glittery, pink cum you love so much. You must have given him at least ten handjobs this past week alone just to witness the beauty of it spilling in shimmering, ample amounts from his slit again and again.

As your climaxes subside and you're left face to face, breath hot on each other's faces, Ken gazes up at you as though you're the most important thing in the world to him.

'WOW,' he bursts, breathless and wide-eyed, 'that felt... different.' He turns pensive, brows knitting.

'Good different?'

'Really good different,' he beams.

Carefully, you shift to lay beside him, easing off his cock slowly. Even with your consideration, he feels cold and somehow empty now that he's no longer inside you.

He immediately rolls onto his side to gaze at you. With anyone else this would be uncomfortably intense, but with Ken it feels right somehow.

'Was I... did I...' he hesitates, unsure. 'Did I make you feel good too?'

'Yes, Ken. You made me cum so hard,' you smile, turning to face him properly, pecking his lips.

He lets out a little giggle. 'And my glitter... my cum... it's inside you now?'

You laugh softly. 'Yes, inside me. Just how I wanted it to be.'

He nods, understanding yet slightly bemused, a smug expression crossing his handsome face.

'Ken... do you want to do it again?' you offer, dragging a finger teasingly down his side.

His eyes light up. 'Really?'

'Yes, really. I seriously need another dose of your Kenergy.'

He closes his eyes to calm himself, bringing a fist up to his lips and uttering a quiet but excited, 'Sublime!' under his breath. He flips over onto his back to assume your previous arrangement, but you pull him back to you, slipping your hands up into his soft hair, burying your face in the crook of his neck, making him mewl.

'There are different positions we could try...' you whisper, guiding him on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a delighted little, 'Ooh!' at how closely you're entangled, revelling in your embrace.

'You were so good and...I trust you, Ken. I need you.'

Ken's lip quivers as he holds back a sob. He was already hard again, eager as ever, but now you've told him he did a good job at making you feel good? That you need more of what he can do?

A bead of glittery slick drips, glinting, from his cock and he groans at the sensation of fleeting relief before forcing himself back to the present with you, hungry for your attention.

'M-maybe I should change my job,' he mumbles, clearly proud of whatever he's thought up.

'Yeah, what too, Ken?' you smile up at him.

'Sex and Beach,' he drawls, a mildly cocky glint in his eye. 'Y'know, instead of just Beach.'

'How about sex on the beach?' you joke, but he doesn't quite get it.

'Y-you can do that? Oh-'

Another thick pearl of sparkling pre-cum leaks down his throbbing shaft at the thought and his head drops as he tries hard to compose himself long enough to last for you.

'I'll take you for one. Sex first though. Then sex on the beach.'

He nods, serious and dutiful as he slowly slides back inside you, trying not to think too hard about why you referred to having sex in his favourite place as 'taking him for one.'

It doesn't matter anyway. Sex and Beach with you. That's all that matters right now.

#not s f w 💀 #ken #ken x reader #ken x you #ken smut #ken x y/n #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling!ken #ryan!ken #ryan gosling #rg!ken #ryan gosling ken #ken barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #ken-dom writes #ken fic #kenergy

[yelenasvestenthusiast]

shoot your shot ; kate bishop

summary: kate misunderstands clint's instructions, but something good comes out of it. warnings: none

"try shooting a little higher this time," clint advises, angling kate's arm a few inches higher. kate nods in understanding, her brows furrowed in concentration, and she was about to let her arrow fly when a voice shoots through the air and pierces her heart.

"hey, how's training?"

her eyes drift over to you, as if you were the north her magnetic field aligns with.

"good, so far." clint gestures to kate with his head. "kate's been doing good."

"did you just compliment me?" kate asks incredulously, not daring to move in an attempt to look impressive to you.

the former avenger scoffs. "don't get used to it."

"mom wants you inside, by the way," you cut in, redirecting kate's attention to you. "says something needs to be fixed."

"yeah, yeah, i'll be right there." you nod and take out your phone, plugging in your earphones. clint turns to kate. "alright, shoot your shot."

kate shakes her head, turning back to clint with raised eyebrows. "what, now?"

clint scowls. "yeah. now. shoot."

the young archer blinks, registering his words. then she shrugs, drops her arrow (much to the confusion of the older master archer), and basically skips over to you.

"hey."

you pluck out an earphone to look up at her and her breath hitches. your e/c eyes meet her blue ones and she can't tear her gaze away. she almost backs out from your intense stare and the feeling of her partner slash best friend (or so she says) glaring holes into the back of her head, but she reminds herself of her mission.

"yeah?"

"so, um." she swallows. "i was wondering if you'd like to, you know," she spreads out her arms as if that made her intentions more obvious, "go out with me. on a date, i mean. and i really hope you don't see me as a sister like lila, cooper, or nate do because that would be really awkward and- and it would suck. and i'd feel like an idiot."

"kate."

"and for the rest of my life i'll remember this really big fumble and it would haunt me forever-"

"yes, kate, i'll go on a date with you."

she stops mid-ramble and stares. "wait, what?"

you smile at her. she feels the heat rushing to her face and she's sure the pink tint isn't because of the cold. "i said i'll go on a date with you. if i'm being honest, i though we already were dating, since we hang out a lot. my advances seem to be reciprocated."

her blush deepens. "oh. yeah. well, i wasn't sure if you'd interpret it that way-"

"y/n!" lila yells out from the doorway. "mom needs your help with the pie!"

you roll your eyes at the interruption. "already on my way!" you turn to kate and plant a kiss on her cheek before walking away, leaving her there like a medusa victim - that's to say, like stone - until she regains her senses and walks back to where clint has been standing.

"what the hell was that?" he demands.

"what?" the bishop girl frowns. "you told me to shoot my shot. i shot my shot."

clint groans and facepalms. "i meant your arrow, kate. the arrow. shoot the arrow."

"oh."

clint firmly repositions kate as if she were some action figure, grumbling underneath his breath about "stealing his kids from him".

but kate could swear she could see the grumpy old man attempting to hide a smile.

#kate bishop #marvel #mcu #female!reader #gn!reader #kate bishop x female reader #male!reader #kate bishop x male reader #kate bishop x gender neutral reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x reader #oneshot #imagines

[my-castles-crumbling]

Just really close roommates?

You guys wanted Rosekiller :D

Year One:

"McGonagall's a hardass," Barty grumbles, collapsing back on the foot of Evan's bed, rolling his eyes. "Twenty-four inches in two days? I'm going to die."

He realizes too late that Evan is giving him a weird look, probably because he has just invaded his personal space. "Erm, sorry," he apologizes, sitting up and making to move off of the bed.

"Nah," Evan shrugs, grinning. "Too right. She's a bitch."

And Barty laughs.

Year Two:

"-and then Father said he'd rather I have been sorted in any other house than Slytherin," Barty says shrugging.

Evan, from his usual space at the head of the bed, kicks Barty's shoulder with his foot. "Your father's a prick."

Barty just snorts from his spot by Evan's feet. "Yeah. Fuck him."

Year Three:

"Alright. Marry, shag, kill..." he begins his turn, searching around his brain for the perfect three girls. He's wedged next to Evan in his bed, shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at the canopy above them.

"Shag, Narcissa Black. Every time. But don't tell Regulus," Evan smirks.

Barty cackles, ignoring a weird feeling in his stomach.

Year Four

His head is in Evan's lap, the taller boy's long fingers combing through his hair. "I took that bird to Hogsmeade," Evan offers as they lay there.

"She put out?" Barty askes, grinning.

Evan winks. "That's between me and the broom cupboard."

"Slag."

But he feels a strange pang in his chest.

Year Five

"You're an idiot," Evan says, rolling his eyes as Barty leans back into his chest.

"She's the idiot. She wants me to skip hanging out with you lot? For what?"

"Your anniversary!" Evan almost yells, shaking Barty with his laughter.

"One month hardly counts," Barty argues, rolling his eyes and leaning into Evan's hands in his hair. It makes him feel better. Calmer.

Year Six

"Honestly never would have though it'd be Reg who'd be the first of us to settle down," Barty quips, laying next to Evan, tangling their legs together.

"He's a romantic at heart," Evan jokes back.

"Don't let him hear you say that. I won't protect you," Barty warns, grinning.

"Like I need your protection," Evan says, nudging him.

He pushes back, making the taller boy yelp a bit, grab him to stop himself from toppling off the small bed. And then suddenly, without even thinking about it, they're rolling. And Barty is, without even really knowing how he got there, laying on top of Evan.

"I-" he begins to say, not sure what to say, because his body is hot, now, his chest pressing to Evan, his voice stuck in his throat.

But Evan just laughs awkwardly and places his hands on Barty's hips gingerly, rolling them both back on their sides.

The only thing that gives Barty some hope that Evan is just as confused as he is?

He leaves his hands there for a few minutes as they continue to talk.

Year Seven

"It'll be weird, huh? To not have this next year." Evan says it so casually, but the statement stabs Barty in the chest as he lays on top of Evan, their bodies pressed together.

"Suppose...suppose we lived together?" he whispers, unable to speak any louder for fear of rejection.

Evan chuckles. "You still want to be roommates? After dealing with me for seven years?"

It's only then that it all comes violently colliding into place in Barty's head.

Roommates?

No.

No.

He does not want to be roommates with Evan.

So he takes a deep, steadying breath and murmurs, "Maybe...maybe really close roommates?" he asks, unable to find the words for what he wants.

But before Evan can open his mouth to ask for clarification, his bemused expression showing Barty that he is definitely confused, Barty leans in and kisses him.

And the kiss is insane. It is intense and passionate and all tongue and teeth and they're already pressed so tightly together that Barty realizes he's been a total idiot for not doing this sooner.

Evan pulls back for a minute, eyes wide and pupils blown and whispers with a chuckle, "Really close roommates, huh?"

"Fuck off, you arse."

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauder era #marauders fic #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #evan #barty jr #babygirl barty #evan rosier #slytherin skittles #slytherin

[fiapartridge]

💌can I suggest this with Jack Hughes? (Could really use maybe a comfort as reader has a panic attack?)

jack hughes x fem!reader

warning(s): panic attack, feeling suffocated

summary: waiting for jack after electric games had never been this hard before...

fia's notes 💌: hii! i've never written about panic attacks so i hope i wrote it as accurately as i could've. these things are different for everyone, so i just tried to write from my own experiences with them. if you get triggered by these things, maybe skip out on this one <3

The Prudential Center was alive with the echoes of the final horn, the crowd erupting into a thunderous roar as the game reached its end. Amidst the jubilation, you stood in the lobby, your heart racing with a different kind of intensity. You scanned the crowd anxiously, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of fans.

You had always met Jack near the locker room after games, but this time, it felt packed and crowded. You felt suffocated and tossed around like a meaningless entity. 

As the noise engulfed you, panic tightened its grip around your heart. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your chest constricting with each passing moment. You stumbled, your legs threatening to give out as the world spun around you. Pushing through heavy bodies and shouting fans, you held your shaking hands against a cool wall, turning around and sliding your back against it and down to the ground.

You couldn’t see straight, your eyes were clouded with tears, and your chest couldn’t stop heaving. It felt like a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. Without looking up, you heard a worried voice from above. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Nico’s voice ripped through the chaos. He bent down a little ways away from you, too scared to touch you in fear of making things worse. “Hey!” he yelled at someone you couldn’t make out. “Go get Jack right now!”

You pulled your knees tight to your chest, your forehead resting against them as you shook uncontrollably, your sobs growing more intensely. You gasped for breath, reaching for air like it was some sort of reward that you had to compete for. Still shaking and trying to calm down your body, not wanting to make a bigger scene than you already were, you didn’t notice the large hand gently placed on your knee. He sat close but not too close that you would be overwhelmed.

"It's okay, you’re okay, Y/N,” he spoke softly. "You're safe. You’re with me—Jack," he whispered, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos of the lobby. "I'm here with you. Just focus on my voice, okay? You're okay."

Hearing his name was like seeing a small island in a raging storm. It was there, and you felt a moment of peace, but the storm was still pelting down on you as you clung to him desperately, your fingers grasping at the fabric of his hoodie as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "I-I can't... I can't breathe," you panicked.

Jack held you gently, murmuring words of reassurance as he stroked your hair in soothing circles. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. “Can you breathe with me?” he asked, not getting a response back. These moments always scared Jack, and you were always scared that these episodes would be too much for him; that he would leave you because of it, but that’s not why he was scared. He was scared that he couldn’t get you out of it; that he wasn’t what you needed. Boyfriends were meant to be protectors, they were meant to keep you safe, but if he couldn’t do that, then what good was he? Despite these fears, he was always the only one that could bring you back to shore. “Come on, baby. Can you breathe with me?”

You nodded weakly, trying to focus on Jack's voice. The lobby was almost cleared out by now, just a couple stragglers left, watching the scene from a distance. The moment was sure to be blasted on the internet later, but that was the least of your problems right now. Right now, you just had to get through this, one step at a time. 

With each shaky inhale, you attempted to match the rhythm of his breathing, drawing in air in sync with him. "That's it," Jack encouraged. "Just focus on your breath. In... and out...You're safe," he whispered again. “You’re with me. You always have me.”

Slowly, gradually, the frantic pace of your breathing began to ease, the tightness in your chest loosening as you followed Jack's lead. His presence beside you was a comfort, grounding you in reality amidst the whirlwind of panic threatening to consume you.

As you continued to breathe together, the panic began to subside, replaced by a sense of calm born from the safety of Jack's embrace. You clung to him like a lifeline, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you sought refuge from the storm raging within your mind.

"Better?" Jack asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek.

You nodded, your breathing steadier now, though your heart still raced with the lingering effects of the panic attack. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Jack leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Don’t thank me. I'm always here for you," he murmured.

Your lips curled up softly, your head resting against his chest as he pulled you in closer. Despite it all; despite the fears and the panic and the intensity, you were never alone. You always had Jack.

#> fias 600 celly! ★ #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes angst #jack hughes #new jersey devils #nj devils #njd

[disneyprincemuke]

electricity surging in the air

kimi raikkonen x reader - series masterlist

966.

kimi doesn’t get shy very often. in fact, he doesn’t even give much damns in general. at least not until he met you.

suddenly everything he does and says, he puts a lot of thought into. everything goes through about 3 levels of thought processes and evaluation if it’s the right move.

of course, he is definitely still his authentic self when he’s on dates with you — but he needs to play his cards right if he wants you to start liking him more than you already do. because, if he had to admit it out loud, you’ve already got his heart in your hands.

in a wrapped around your finger kind of way; like he’d be willing to do anything just for you.

and right now, watching you pressed up against the glass looking into the aquarium with the brightest glint in your eyes he’s seen thus far, he’d literally find a way to give you whatever the hell you want.

earlier, you were blabbing on about how you’ve always thought sharks are adorable. instantly, he had the idea of finding a way to get you one.

it’s almost embarrassing how much he’s into you. imagine — just after 1 date — he’s willing to splurge all of his money on you just to give you what you want.

to have a shark, of all things.

he watches as you excitedly point at the nurse sharks laying low, gawking at the hammerhead sharks swimming around and a great white shark chilling at the top of the tank.

“kimi, babe, look. isn’t it so adorable!”

kimi shuts his eyes, lips pressed together. you barely felt the way he tightens his grip around your hand. the way you sound saying his name, followed by the term of endearment almost brought him to his knees.

nobody has ever said his name with such sweetness before. right then and there, he is ready to give you everything he has.

is it too early to tell?

he lets out a shakey breath as he opens his eyes. he follows your finger, pointing at the hammerhead shark swimming about. “you’re right! but you know–“

“don’t.”

“–you’re much cuter than the shark.”

he smiles sweetly, turning to look down at you with. the blush creeping up your cheeks as you look away to avoid the intensity of his blue eyes.

“oh, shut up.”

he laughs, throwing his head back. he squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back, making his heart skip a beat. he taps your cheek as you turn back to him. “shy, are we?”

you scrunch your nose and raise an eyebrow. something tells him you’re not going to let him off easy. “am i? weren’t you the one who called me after i said you were hot?”

“oi!” he scoffs, now a blush creeping up his cheeks. he looks down and shakes off the embarrassment from what had happened just a couple of days ago. “that was one time! i told you i panicked.”

you hum with a teasing grin. “of course, babe,” you squeeze his hand two times before you tug him towards the direction you want to walk towards. “you know, they’ve got a gift shop here somewhere.”

before you could walk far, he tugs you back towards his body. the end of your first date, he had lingered right by your door longer than he should, kicking himself over the fact that he didn’t kiss you before you went in.

he wanted to, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. it’s typically easy for him to do things like this — the way your eyes look into his is different. there’s something about them that always makes him cower away from the gesture.

but there is no other way for him — or so he thinks — to express the way he feels about you.

you hum and tilt your head as your chest bumps into his. “something wrong? you want another shark fact? did you know that there are introvert and extrovert sharks?”

kimi gives you a smile, raising his eyebrows at your fact. and you continue talking: “and that they enjoy getting petted by humans? and then they form bonds with divers and people. they’re actually very adorable. also, lantern sharks glow in the dark. on top of that; sharks that are in the depths of the ocean can make their own flashlights via bioluminescence. and– oh, god. i’m doing it again, aren’t i?”

you shake your head and wave a hand in the air before turning away in embarrassment. you happen to find sharks very adorable, which is why you tend to go on long tangents about random fun facts you know about them.

“i’m sorry,” you apologise with a soft giggle. “you probably don’t care that much about sharks.”

he laughs, walking around you to face you once more. “you are so adorable,” he grins, cupping your cheeks. “i’d listen to you go on and on about sharks, actually.”

your eyes light up with a smile. “really? you wanna know more about sharks?”

“do i.”

you don’t know it yet, but those shark facts that you’d tell him at random that day at the aquarium would live in the back of his head forever.

even after you’ve long departed from his life, now both living your own lives without one another. sharks don’t come up too often for him, but best believe that he will always hear those facts in your voice every single time it pops up.

it makes him wish that he’d fought for you just a little harder.

@cashtons-wife @darleneslane @nikfigueiredo @happy-nico @namgification

#kimi raikkonen x reader #kimi raikkonen x you #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke iguyg #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[loveburrowx]

The Victoria's Secret Model

Request - Joe falls in love with Y/N who is a Victoria’s Secret Model

Warnings - Smut (Intercourse)

A/N - I am personally very proud of this story that i’ve made! Enjoy!

As the bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip bathed the city in a neon glow, a crowd of thousands erupted into deafening cheers. Their excitement was palpable, their anticipation tangible. They were here for one reason and one reason only: to witness the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. And in the midst of this electrifying event, one man would find himself utterly transfixed by the ethereal beauty that graced the runway. That man was Joe, the star quarterback for the NFL's Cincinnati Bengals. As he sat among his rowdy friends, his gaze drifted from one stunning model to the next, until it landed on her: Y/N. With each sultry step she took, each seductive sway of her hips, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love. And when she finally turned to face him, those piercing blue eyes meeting his own, he knew without a doubt that she was the one.

After the show, Joe mustered up the courage to approach her. She was surrounded by paparazzi and adoring fans, but he managed to navigate his way through the chaos. As he extended his hand, she looked up at him with a smile that could light up the entire Strip. "You're Joe, right?" she asked, her voice as smooth as silk. "The quarterback for the Bengals? I've seen you play." He felt his heart skip a beat as he nodded, unable to find words. "Well," she continued, "I'm Y/N. It's nice to finally meet you." And with that, she placed her delicate hand into his.

Their first date was nothing short of magical. They talked for hours over dinner, laughing and sharing stories. But as the night wore on, the tension between them grew thick. They could feel it building, pulling them closer together. And when Joe finally leaned in to kiss her, she willingly surrendered, returning his passion with an intensity that left him breathless. The rest of the evening was a blur of heated passion, their bodies intertwined as they explored each other in the most intimate of ways.

And then, as the sun began to peek through the curtains of her bedroom window, they found themselves here: naked and entwined, the scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air. Y/N gazed up at Joe, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "That was incredible," she whispered. "I don't want this night to end." And without hesitation, she straddled his waist, guiding his erection back to her wetness. With a moan, she lowered herself down, taking him inside her, their skin slapping together in a rhythm that was as familiar as it was new. As they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. And then, as if in some sort of unspoken agreement, she leaned back, taking his face in her hands and guiding it down to her waiting mouth.

As Joe's tongue tangled with hers, he couldn't help but marvel at the feel of her lips, soft and full around his own. And when she began to stroke him with her hand, her nails raking against his skin, it was almost too much. He felt himself building towards release, his hips bucking up against her in a desperate attempt to find relief. But Y/N wasn't about to let him off that easily. Instead, she sped up her movements, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared her own climax. And when it finally hit her, her body arching against his, her nails digging deeper into his skin, Joe couldn't hold back anymore. With a groan that seemed to echo through the room, he thrust deep inside her one final time, his release pouring over them both as they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs.

Later, as they lay spent in each other's arms, Joe couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten so lucky. Y/N was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman: beautiful, intelligent, and passionate. And now that he'd had a taste of her, there was no way he was letting her go. As they drifted off to sleep, he vowed to make her his forever, to give her the world and everything in it. Because in his mind, there was no one more deserving of it than her.

The next morning, they awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and the sounds of the city coming to life. Y/N stretched languidly, her body still sore from their passionate encounter the night before. She glanced over at Joe, who was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she remembered how he'd made her feel. The thought of being without him now filled her with dread.

They spent the day exploring Vegas together, hand in hand. They went for a stroll along the Strip, people-watching and enjoying the sights. They ate at a fancy French restaurant, where they shared a bottle of wine and laughed over stories from their past. And as the sun began to set, they found themselves back at her place, the air thick with anticipation.

This time, their lovemaking was even more intense than before. It was as if they were trying to recapture the magic of their first night together. Y/N straddled Joe, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm as she rode him. He could feel her tightness around him, her muscles clenching as she neared climax. When she finally did, her body arching into his, her cries filling the room, Joe couldn't contain himself any longer. With a groan, he thrust deep inside her, his release pulsing through them both.

Afterward, they lay together, their sweaty bodies entwined. Y/N ran her fingers through Joe's hair, marveling at the feel of it between her fingertips. She'd never felt this way about anyone before, and she knew that this was something special. Something real. As they drifted off to sleep again, she whispered a silent prayer of thanks, hoping that this was just the beginning.

The next morning, they made love one last time before Joe had to leave for the airport. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire that seemed to stretch on forever. As they came together, their orgasms echoing through the room, Y/N knew that she would never forget this weekend. It had been the most incredible experience of her life, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.

As Joe got dressed, he leaned down to kiss her one final time. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered. "I'll be back soon." And with that, he was gone, leaving her with a hole in her heart that only he could fill. But she knew that they'd found something special, something that defied time and distance. And as she lay in bed, watching the sun rise over the Strip, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Because even though they were apart now, they would always have this: the memory of their time together, and the promise of what was yet to come.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #nfl #nfl football #nfl imagine #victoria’s secret #joe burrow smut #smut #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow x y/n #explore #like #joe burrow x reader

[eelnoise]

ZIIIII MY LOVEEEE <3 <3

'kiss me forever till my lips part together, hold me so close till you devour my sweater, touch me so softly and caress me so gentle, love city baby, let me be your adventure' + zoro + nsfw (but make it romantic and fluffy fjaslfkjls)

second confluence

zoro x afab!reader NSFW cw: u take his virginity, fluff and smut, piv sex, slightly awkward first times, reader guides zoro through some of it, poor guy cums too fast an: CILLE MY DEAREST I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECT PROMPT TO CONTINUE THIS LITTLE STORY and i hope i do it justice because i love you so much

Time passes, hours into days and days into weeks since the heated kisses shared between you.

Nothing has changed in your relationship. Zoro still slumps his way into your bed each night, weighing down the mattress enough for you to naturally roll into him and splay a large arm over your middle to pull you close. The familiar pull on your forearm to lead you down into his lap for a nap, the way he helps himself to the food on your plate, the affectionate pats to your head or arm in passing - it all feels the same. 

Though, for Zoro, it’s been torture.

All he thinks about is you. Your face, your smile, your kindness, understanding - he could list you quality by quality and still be unable to finish the portrait of praise painted upon you. He relives the feeling of your lips upon his hour after hour, yearning for the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingers through more than just the fabric of your clothing.

You’re driving him insane, and after countless sessions of debate with himself, Zoro all but rushes to your room, dashing around the ship with one goal in mind - you.

Met with the rapidly approaching and familiar thumping of boots toward your room, the shirt in your hands falls back into the laundry basket as you turn to the open doorway in expectant anticipation. Sure enough, the swordsman appears before you, and before you can even greet him, he advances toward you in one large step, lips crashing upon yours in a hungry, almost carnivorous kiss.

He's aggressive in his approach, no words exchanged, no moment to think - just an explosive collision of lips that knocks you both to the floor as your arms wrap around him. The tumble is painless, and your hands find his hair, fingers digging into the soft locks as you cling to him.

A man driven by intuition, his once inexperienced and tooth kisses turn into passionate, desire-filled ones; and it feels amazing, the sensation of his lips tangled against yours, his arms wrapped around you as he presses his body close, the fire in his touch as he devours and tastes you. It feels right - like you were meant to be slotted together in a mess of limbs and touch by fate.

You feel weak in his embrace, breathless and faint, his scent lingering in the air around you as he pulls away and places his forehead against yours. Your heart skips a beat as you look into his intense gaze, his face is flushed, and his expression is almost certainly one of deep affection.

“Been thinkin’,” he murmurs against you, breathing warm on your face and lips tickling yours. “A lot, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” you whisper, stroking the top of his head lovingly. “About what?”

“I want ya,” he answers, one of his large hands coming to rest on your cheek delicately. "Need ya." He drags his thumb across your bottom lip so tenderly that it surprises you. "More than just a one-time thing, too," he continues, leaning down again to brush his lips to yours. "Want all of ya, forever."

"I-" you begin, eyes wide with realization. "Really?" You feel breathless, his words igniting a wave of what could only be love through your bones. The admission is enchanting, and it feels as if you’re all but rooted to the wooden floorboards at your back. 

"Yeah, really," he confirms with a nod, his voice low and deep. "I want ya to be mine. I don’t want anyone else to have ya." He leans down further still, his lips meeting yours once more in a passionate kiss that leaves no room for doubt in either of your minds. This is something much more than just physical desire; this is love.

Hands envelop your waist, dropping from your cheek to pull you flush against him. Lips smack together again in a rhythm that hastily turns irregular and messy, all teeth and tongue clashing together in a war of love and lust.

His hands tighten their grip, pulling you even closer until there's little space between you left. The kiss becomes more frantic, tongues dueling wildly as you finally share the depths of your emotions. Taking turns biting each other's lips, you mark each other in a way that speaks volumes about how far things have come in your relationship.

“Zoro,” you whisper into him, breaking the embrace and to tilt your to his heavy-lidded and surprisingly soft expression. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” 

Is he sure? There aren't many things Zoro considers with absolute certainty, but you? He loves you, and he fears that he'll never be able to successfully tell you just how much, but he damn well means to try. 

“I'm sure.”

And with that, he latches upon your lips again. His hands start to roam down your body, feeling your skin beneath the light barrier of cloth that harshly separates him from what he longs for the most. Fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, and Zoro looks into your eyes for reassurance, severing the tether between your mouths. You nod, a loving smile carved into your cheeks.

Zoro tugs the fabric up and over your shoulders, tossing the garment aside before admiring your bare chest. His large, warm palm meets the flesh of your tummy, and the sensation is enough to make you mewl.

It's better than he ever dreamed, your soft skin under his touch. He trails up your belly, relishing in the way you sigh and hum from the contact. Zoro lowers his face towards your neck, breath hot against your sensitive skin. He nuzzles against your collarbone, taking in the scent of you before planting a kiss there. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, and he moans softly.

You giggle, the sensation teasingly arousing you further. His hand encircles one of your breasts, experimentally squeezing the pliant softness with some noticeable hesitance, but at your sigh of pleasure, he's invigorated to go further.

Zoro takes hold of your breast firmly, gently kneading it between his fingers before bringing it to his mouth to suckle on the nipple. He bites down gently, causing you to arch into him involuntarily. The combination of pleasure and surprise causes him to look at you with a mix of determination and desire in his eyes.

"Was that okay?" He asks, just to make sure. He only wants to hurt you if you like it. "Y-yeah," you stutter, turning into putty beneath him. "It's good, y-you're good."

Zoro smiles victoriously, feeling the power that comes with having you completely under his control. He continues to suckle on your breast, taking long slow pulls as he teases the sensitive nub with his tongue. "Good," he repeats, his voice dripping with confidence. "Now let me take care of the other one."

He moves to your other breast, repeating the same process of gentle kneading and biting before taking it into his mouth. You find yourself moaning softly, unable to resist the sensations coursing through your body.

As he works on your breasts, Zoro runs his free hand up your thigh, feeling the soft skin there before moving it higher still until he reaches the hem of your shorts. He hesitates for just a moment before pulling them down over your hips, revealing more of your exposed flesh to him.

And as the fabric falls from your ankle and into the abyss below the bed, Zoro looks upon you - all of you - for the first time. Your skin glows softly in the moonlight seeping in from the window, illuminating you in evening's veil. Hair strewn around your face, your well loved lips swollen from the endless kisses - fuck, he thinks you may be perfect.

He takes a while to just enjoy the way you look. Laid bare before him, the most vulnerable parts of you exposed to the elements, you look tantalizingly beautiful. He reaches out and brushes some strands of hair away from your cheek with a soft smile, feeling how warm and supple your skin is.

One hand reaches forward to touch your thigh, digits encircling the pliant flesh and squeezing… gently? You peer at him curiously, leaning up on your elbows, and the look on his face shows something so foreign, an expression that you don't think you've seen before.

He's nervous.

Nervous about touching you this way, and despite the sweet sense of finality that Zoro's keen on devouring, he doesn't know quite where to begin. He looks into you with a silent plea of assistance, and it's one you're willing to answer.

"Zo," you whisper, leaning up just enough to place a hand on his cheek. He leans into it instinctively, a gesture that fills you with so much joy that you could burst. "It's alright, I want you to touch me."

Zoro takes your hand in both of his and holds onto it tightly, feeling a warmth spread throughout his entire body as he realizes that you trust him completely. With renewed confidence, he places his other hand on your waist and gently lowers himself between your thighs.

His cock is warm against you, and you can feel it throb and twitch even from within the confines of his pants. The anticipation is killing you, but you mean to take it slow as to not overwhelm him in this most vulnerable of moments. He trusts you, loves you enough to be entwined together as lovers do.

You hear him audibly swallow, and that rare, hesitant, exposed side of him reveals itself once more. Zoro is but a breadth away from what he wants with you, and while intimacy is more than just sex, he finds himself wanting to prove himself to you, that he wants this, wants you, with his whole heart.

He looks at you with another silent plea, and, god, it's so fucking adorable. "What do your instincts tell you?" You ask, hoping to ease some of his nerves. "What do you want?"

Zoro takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then speaks softly. "I... want this. I want to be with ya," His voice trembles slightly, betraying the usual tough exterior to display vulnerability. "I want to give myself completely to ya. I know it."

"I want you, Zoro. Not just for this, either." You say sweetly, replying with a kiss to his forehead. "I'm yours. From now 'til you tire of me."

"Not happening," He smirks, looking into your eyes with raw emotion. "Like ya too much."

A look of determination crosses his face as he takes hold of your waist, pulling you closer to him, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a deep, passionate kiss once more. The kiss is filled with a new intensity, one born of desire and possession - a reflection of the bond that has formed between you two over the years that now boils over into real, whole, true love.

His hands finally slip beneath his waistband, pulling his paints and boxers down and shaking them off, freeing himself fully toward you. Zoro's cock stands tall, thick and girthy and dripping with a sheen of pre-cum. The sight causes you to clench around nothing but the anticipation.

You pull your legs up, allowing him more room between them. He grabs the base of his dick, and with another look of reassurance, he presses himself against your entrance. Zoro hisses at the contact, and the moan faint from your lips has his head spinning.

He pushes forward slowly, feeling every bit of resistance from your tightness. Your walls grip onto him like a vice, making him pause momentarily before continuing his steady progression.

You make a sound akin to a wail, and his head jolts up in worry. "You alright?" He asks, scanning your face for any sign of pain.

"I'm good," You reply, panting slightly as his length stretches you wide. "Promise."

With those words of assurance, Zoro takes heart and continues pushing forward until he is completely buried inside of you. He gasps at the intense sensation, feeling like he's filling every last inch of your tight warmth. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips sends shivers down his spine, causing him to groan in newfound ecstasy.

"One second," you urge, a hand coming to wrap around his wrist tightly. "Need just a second to adjust, okay? I'll tell you when you can keep going."

And fuck, is it hard to comply, not with the way you feel around him. Zoro grits his teeth, fighting the compulsion to rut into you, but he nods understandingly.

He watches intently as your chest rises and falls rapidly beneath his gaze, taking note of how your body seems to crave more of him despite the discomfort. When you give him the signal to proceed, releasing the grip on his wrist, Zoro begins to thrust gently into your wet depths.

You squeal, the tip of his cock touching that spongey spot within you that makes you see stars. "Fuck," you breathe out, arching your back and wrapping your legs around his hips. His movements are slow, but meaningful. Your walls tighten around him, and he can feel every single gummy ridge slide languidly along his length.

Zoro's eyes narrow slightly, a predatory gleam in them as he watches your reaction to his slow, deep thrusts. He takes pleasure in knowing that he's causing you intense pleasure even while holding back some of his own intensity. The feeling of being surrounded by your warmth and tightness drives him wild with desire, and he can't help but growl softly between clenched teeth as he continues to revel into you.

"You can go a little faster, Zo," You encourage between moans of immodesty, gripping onto his shoulders. "Promise."

With a low growl of approval, Zoro picks up the pace, driving himself faster inside of you with each powerful stroke. His motions become ever more urgent as he feels the familiar tug of release deep within him. He pushes past any remaining boundaries of restraint and, with your blessing, gives into the primal instincts that fuel his passion.

The heat between the two of you intensifies exponentially, leaving no room for anything that isn't the raw desire and love for one another. He pumps into you with reckless abandon, and his eye locks onto you, watching as you come undone around him.

There's no holding back now, for with your whines and cries of exaltation that he's making you sing, he feels the binding snap. Skin slaps against skin and the whole room feels humid and foggy. He's close, but he doesn't want to be. You just feel so fucking good around him that he can barely keep himself anchored.

And he cums. Without any warning or indication, he spills into you with a frantic pant of your name. Diving into you as he rides out his high, there's a certain aura that seems to radiate from his sweaty skin. You feel warm, and in his arms, you feel safe.

Zoro collapses on top of you, still buried deep within your core, breathing hard and inhaling the scent of your skin. "Fuck, m'sorry." he whispers into your ear, "Didn't mean ta, just felt so good."

He sounds genuinely upset, and you feel him freeze for a moment when you hold him tight to your chest. "Hey, I'm not upset." You reassure him, and he relaxes into your touch. "It was amazing, I loved it."

Fuck it.

"I love you."

Zoro sits up enough to look deep into your face, a loving, sincere beam across his lips. You said the words that he couldn't, but the feeling is one that is not only mutual - but exhilarating.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally to your lips.

"Same here."

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