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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 23 days

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Miguel’s and reader’s meet cute (baby daddy AU: College days prequels)

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Word count: 900

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Miguel had always been told from his elders that college was going to be a fresh start. A new school, a new roommate, new possible friends, new opportunities, a new path to his future. He had been preparing and planning how his freshmen year would go the second he finished walking the stage at his high school.

So far, things were going to plan, he made it to his first set of classes early to get a good seat, although not in the front due to his height (he didn’t want to be an ass to the people behind him), was able to get up early in the morning to go to the gym, his relationship with his roommate Peter was even going well. Although he was a bit more of an extrovert then himself, they still got along fairly fine. So far everything has worked out for him.

His third day of classes was going just like the first two did, waking up around eight a.m, working out till ten, getting a protein shake and some breakfast, then be at his first class by twelve. To his surprise though, the lecture hall was already almost filled despite him being ten minutes early. Making sure to take a mental note to try arriving a bit early as he took one of the few lingering seats in the back row between a girl and another guy.

The girl next to him shot him a quick smile when she saw him sitting in the empty seat to her right, one to which he returned before going to quietly set up his laptop for note taking. She was quite pretty, her hair clipped up into a ponytail, long-sleeve cream top and some flared leggings, a black backpack hanging off her chair and a metal water bottle covered in stickers next to her laptop, also covered in stickers. But despite her warm and welcoming presence, Miguel decided to pay her no mind as he idly waited for class to start.

After another few minutes, the professor finally began. Droning on mostly about the course expectations and grade requirements, before he starts his actual lesson. The room was mostly quiet except the professor and the occasional murmur from other students talking between one another about the subject. Miguel was so sucked into the lecture, he barely noticed the quiet tapping of a finger on his desk.

“Hey. Excuse me.” The quiet whisper pulled him back to present time, turning to the source of the voice, the pretty girl who’s sitting next to him. “Hey sorry, I didn’t pick up the last thing he said, it’s kinda hard to hear him from up here. Can I…” you trailed off, pointing towards his laptop. Usually, Miguel would scoff at the implication of someone asking him to take a glance at his notes, telling them to ask someone else or maybe pay better attention. But for the pretty girl in his statistics class…

“Yeah here.” He whispered back, turning his laptop to his side so she could see better, giving her a moment to write it down before turning it back to its original spot.

“Thanks.”

“Course.”

That’s were the conversation should have ended, he should have left that be and just focused back on the last twenty minutes of class before walking out to his next one. Leaving this be a passing moment, a barely acquaintance that he’d nodded at when you’d cross paths in the courtyard until he simply didn’t anymore. Instead though.

“I like your water bottle.”

“Hmm?”

“I like your water bottle. It’s cute.”

“Oh.” God that sweet, sweet smile, made his heart melt a bit. “Thank you, I was hoping it doesn’t come across as childish or anything.”

“Oh no it’s fun, I just have one of those plastic Gatorade ones.”

He didn’t even notice that he ended up making conversation till the lesson was over, finally realizing when he saw the guy to his left get up.

“Guess class is over, huh?”

“Oh-yeah, looks like it is.”

Miguel set his laptop back in his bag, and got up, waiting till you did the same before walking out of the lecture hall.

“Thanks again for letting me glance at your notes.”

“Of course, if you ever need help with notes, just let me know.”

“Yeah totally, I’ll try to catch you after class or something if we don’t sit next to each other next time.” Oh, he was definitely planning on sitting next to you next time. But he wasn’t going to admit that, instead he shook his head and waved his hand to play it cool.

“No, that's too much of a hassle, let me give you my number, so you can just shoot me a text.” Wait till his younger brother found out he already gave a girl his number during his third day of class.

You both took a second to exchange numbers, Miguel was about to create the contact when he realized he never got your name.

“I’m sorry , I don’t think I ever actually introduced myself. I’m Miguel.” He said as he stuck his hand out towards you.

“I’m (Y/N).” Pretty name for a pretty girl. You quickly took his hand in yours, shaking it before putting it back to your side.

“Well I hope to see you around, (Y/N).”

If only he knew his faith with the pretty girl from his statics class.

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elioslover · 3 months

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Worst Wingman - Harry Styles x Reader.

[Premise: Harry is a shite wingman... or is he?]

Prompt Requests- send a couple numbers and a trope or dynamic! (18, 26, 31, 32, 35).

"No goodnight kiss for me? " // "Are you daring me to kiss you?"

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Word Count: 2.3k.

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Harry doesn't even have a chance to pull up the handbrake before she has the door open, clutching onto her bag and stepping out into the brisk autumn air, her shoes swiftly scraping against the concrete, hardly caring if the door shut (or if Harry was following) behind her.

She is aggressively rummaging through a cluster of items in pursuit of house keys, huffing at the incredulity of the man she can almost guarantee is hot on her heels, ready to grovel his way back into her good books.

By the time she comes to a stop at her door, it’s difficult to ignore the sudden invasion of Harry’s presence nearing her own.

He keeps a small space available in favour of her comfort, but his confident energy is so palpable that she feels he might as well have his lips pressed against the crook of her neck, it felt as if his hands were already ghosting around her waist, holding her with soothing security.

The key takes far too long jingling as she repeatedly misses the lock, her hands start to subtly shake with nervous frustration, and though Harry- already peering over her shoulder- wants to chuckle, he pretends not to notice, and that’s an easy feat when his gaze dips to observe the divets of her collarbone and shoulders- almost bare of materials- dedicating his attention to the scatter of sunspots and freckles along her skin.

On the third and final attempt, the keys twist with triumph and the front door clicks, unlocking, and instantly she turns the knob and pushes the door ajar- just enough to slide a shoe- perhaps a leg- through.

Harry waits in anticipation as she readjusts her bag and slants the door wider, making sure not to leave any space for Harry to follow her through.

He softly chuckles at her petulant stubbornness, staying put as she slips through the cracks and peers back at him from behind the wooden barrier with a stern frown, secretly living for the feelings of empowerment that surge up her spine.

But, Harry is only amused, and it only increases the longer he studies the dramatism painting her wide eyes, blushed cheeks, and bushy eyebrows with adorable misplaced anger. Well, he seems to think it’s misplaced.

She does not. She and Harry have had a simple and seamless relationship up until the past couple of months when he suddenly started acting up.

An agreement of ‘we’re thirty, time is running out, we should be each other's wingmen’ has turned into a blurred line of kisses and touches behind closed doors, and her focus is now wavering from setting Harry up with someone else in favour of keeping him all to herself.

The entire agreement hinges on the fact that they're both looking for different things and as far as she’s aware, Harry’s mind hasn't changed, even though they have evidently adjusted the rules- romance definitely wasn’t initially part of the deal- her fears of rejected reciprocity help refrain her from fully indulging in the fantasy of what life could look like if they just chucked the plan and chose each other.

But Harry thinks he’s made himself quite clear- at least he thinks it’s quite obvious after the numerous times he has interrupted or completely compromised any of her recent romantic prospects.

He couldn’t recall the exact moment or reason why, but this little ‘agreement’ between the two had rapidly turned into something more for him, and he hoped that she felt it too.

Sometimes he’s sure she does- that she enjoys each touch and giggle with as much endearment as he does- but then moments like this have him questioning it all as she works her hardest to create distance, visibly frazzled and very disappointed.

Harry doesn't challenge her defence, he doesn't make any attempts to step forward or push back, only leaning his shoulder comfortably against the wall, cheekily smiling in light of her next move.

Naturally, her chest tightens at his borderline childish nonchalance, but, resisting the temptation to chide him for every single thing he does that irritates the life out of her, she takes a deep breath and puts on a sickly sweet smile,

“Thanks for the ride, Harry.”

As quick as the words leave her mouth, she uses her palm to weakly attempt to shut the door, hoping to leave Harry as confused as she currently is.

But he’s been expecting it- actually amused that it took her this long to formally dismiss him- and as gently as he possibly can, Harry uses his own palm to stop the door from swinging shut, ensuring her grouchy face remains on full display.

She is in no mood for games, and they both know it, but Harry cannot resist the electric currents of endearment surging through him as she scowls and scoffs with impatience, foot tapping in anticipation for his next- and sure to be audacious- action.

His chosen tactic is to smirk lazily, leaning further- if possible- into the wall, his arm still extended, holding the door ajar, head tilting, eyes enamoured and practically pouting along with his plump lips as he ponders,

“No goodnight kiss for me?”

“You’re incredulous!” Her voice raises, mortified, as she makes a final attempt to shut the door.

Without even confirming, she turns on her heels- ironically immediately starting to rid herself of this evening’s chosen stilettos- but by the sounds of it, Harry has followed after her, just barely standing in the entrance hall, his eyes like a magnet to her bent body as he mutters,

“You like that about me.”

Levelling on the ground, she whips back around to face him, arms angrily folded across her chest, and currently she has to crane her neck to address him directly,

“Right now, I don't like you at all.”

“Don’t be mean.” He whines.

“Oh, but it’s okay for you to be mean to me?” She huffs.

Harry feels slightly stumped by that one, his arms absentmindedly straying up his chest, crossing sternly with sudden defensiveness, frowning,

“When have I been mean to you?”

“When you kiss me!”

Her arms flail, brows furrowed with such frustration that Harry feels a new level of confusion, mostly focused on her plump, peachy lips as he asks,

“Are you daring me to kiss you?”

“Are you daring me to punch you?” She threatens.

“Ooh, kinky.” He mewls.

“You make my blood boil!” She all but tosses flames his way, pairing her verbal threat with a hearty step forward, entering his personal space.

“You make me happy.” He takes a mirroring step, meeting her in the middle, his features slowly sinking from jovial into a clusterfuck of perplexion.

But this only seems to make things worse, she seems close to fuming and Harry swears he can see steam spewing from her ears and nostrils.

And she only creeps nearer, one arm collapsing to her side, the other raising to press a stressed palm to her flaming forehead.

After what feels like an eternity, she has soothed her twisted stomach and the thumping in her chest has lulled enough for her to huff with unmistakable disappointment,

“What the hell are we doing, Harry?”

Harry’s stare swells and steals his confident security as he tries to sort through the clues she so sternly requires,

“Well right now I’m trying-”

“Not right now. In general.” She demands.

“What do you mean?” Harry- definitely discouraged- concedes and asks for her aid.

It’s a sting to his heart when her face only surges with what he sees as sorrowful hatred.

“I mean,” Her tone has lost all patience as she gestures wildly at him, “What the hell is this?” and then her body slumps sadly, “Us.”

“I dunno. Guess I thought we were having fun.”

Harry’s head bows, his heart has a headache, and all he really wants is to reach out and smooth out the furrow in her brows, rid her frown with reassurance.

But as soon as he attempts to get nearer, she furthers the distance,

“My wingman constantly kissing me and ruining my dates is not fun… For me, at least.” She hopes the severity of her hurt stays hidden.

“I haven't been ruining your dates.” Harry pouts, still puzzled.

“Oh c’mon. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Her eyes roll at his ridiculousness.

“I don’t!” He hadn’t consciously considered it until this current crisis, and… she’s right. He’s been actively sabotaging the same opportunities he so sweetly sent her direction. He concedes, “Okay, I do, but-”

“But?”

“I thought you liked kissing me.” With honesty, Harry shrugs weakly.

“I do! That’s the problem.” She can hardly stay still, dragging herself deeper into the depths of suffocating frustration.

“Okay, now I’m really confused.” He can’t conceive of what she’s trying to communicate.

Suddenly, she’s the one closing the gap, walking straight for him until the only thing separating their chests is an arm's length, peering up at Harry with a gaze he recognizes from brief moments in between the sheets, his head resting in her lap, and after midnight goodbye kisses.

“I like kissing you. And I like spending time with you.” She announces with certainty, “But I don’t think you want us to be more than… whatever this is.” Her shoulders slump as she weakly gestures once more, “The least you could do is be the wingman you promised to be.”

“Then I don’t want to be your wingman anymore.”

Harry says it with such simplicity that it seems like a total throwaway comment- like none of this meant anything more than a verbal agreement- like this whole thing was nothing to him from the very start. She feels a lot of things, but the shame of it all is sickening.

“Okay, fine! You could have just said that!” Her voice, booming- cracking on impact, “Didn’t have to pity me.”

Teary eyes trail down to stare at her shimmering toenails, blinking at a rapid rate to avoid any falls, she hopes to the heavens above that a miraculously giant bird would just swoop down and carry Harry away from this catastrophic nightmare so she can cry in peace.

He doesn’t wish for the same- in fact, he just wishes she would look at him- he needs her gaze to reassure his entire existence, for her eyes to confirm the words slipping past her lips.

So, with the softness of a summer breeze, Harry nears her and though she still won’t look up, he feels it okay to assert,

“I’ve never pitied you, and you know it.” He tries to sound void of accusation, “Just wanted to help you out.”

“Well, no need to worry, your job is done.” She spits, finally looking up. Harry almost wishes she hadn’t.

“Fine.” He scoffs.

“Fine.” She mocks.

They stay locked in a stare-off of lust and maybe love all wrapped up in a bow of a fiery gift box about to blow open and burst their bubble.

Harry’s chest huffs and his next exhale is as childish as the last,

“Good.”

“Great.” She grits through a sarcastic thin-lipped smile.

Harry loves the little strands of hair that have stuck to her skin with sweaty fervour, the promising taste of her peachy plump lips, chubby flared and blotchy cheeks.

Her eyes- tinted red and swooping lashes slightly damp- are as comforting as always and they give Harry the last little push he so clearly needs,

“So, can I finally ask you on a date now?”

“Excuse me?” She actually wants to ask, ‘What the hell is happening?’.

“I like kissing you. I like spending time with you.” His voice is as certain as his words, “I’d really like to take you out, properly, and I’d love to be yours completely.”

Timidly, she peers up at him and after a moment of glancing his gaze to seek out any reason for Harry to be lying. But, there’s nothing more than the glimmer of adoration swirling around amorously in the forest of green.

Then, shyly conceding with insurmountable relief, she somewhat cautiously asks,

“... Really?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay…” It’s becoming impossible to hide the smile creeping at the corners of her mouth, “I’d like- love- to go on a date with you.”

Harry sighs out and releases so much untended pressure that he feels momentarily lightheaded, or it has something to do with the words- he had unknowingly deemed a necessity- coming out in a silky ribbon of a sentence, sung like a prayer from the prettiest of lips from the prettiest of people.

He ignores how silly and giddy he must seem as he eagerly removes the remaining distance between them, shoes gently bumping against her toes. One hand makes a home on her lower back,

“How does tomorrow sound? Pick you up around 7?”

“Sounds good…”

“Good.”

Harry concludes as her palms tentatively press to his torso, lashes batting lusciously as his face boldly leans closer, mouth glistening, garnering full attention as his free hand comes up to cup her jaw.

She can feel her toes trying to leave the floor, ankles stretching to get closer, hand leaving his chest in favour of the nape of his neck, her fingers faintly brushing the base of his hair.

Harry’s thumb slowly strokes at her cheek, then trails along her chin and lingers along the pillows of her lips,

“Now, would it be cruel to ask for that goodnight kiss?”

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sytoran · 5 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟕 — 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

kinktober day 007 | bimbo!wanda x ghostface!reader

for years on end you've chased sweet revenge. from being your high school bully to the fount of your desires, wanda maximoff is your esteemed salvation and utter demise. today, you plan on taking it all back.

rating ♤ contains explicit smut, 18+

warnings ♤ mentions of violence, self-harm, homophobia, suicide. elements of non-con. read with caution. heterosexual sex (🤢) (it'll be worth it tho i swear)

word count ♤ 2543

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It’s an eerily quiet night in Woodsboro.

Perhaps the odds are falling in your favour, for once. Your black robe gets dragged along the concrete pavement of Elm Street as you silently make your way towards the desired location. The metal handle of the scythe is cool in your hand, and you twirl it around in anticipation.

In the third house on the street, the light in one of the bedrooms is still switched on, and faint noises are emitted from that vicinity.

You approach the window of that bedroom, lurking in the shadows. The sight that greets you is sickeningly fantastic.

In the dimly lit bedroom, a male figure is bent over a female one. He’s entirely undressed, emitting low grunts of pleasure while chasing his own high.

“Shit, Wanda, you feel so good,” the male voice gasps, driving his hips into the young woman with shallow thrusts that could hardly elicit pleasure for her.

A sadistic smirk crawls up on your face behind the mask.

Wanda Maximoff.

She was your high school crush, your unrequited love, your hate-filled vengeance, and now your esteemed salvation.

Ultimately, Wanda was the fount of your desires.

Then, she had been unreachable, completely out of your league, condescending and sadistic towards you. The bratty cheerleader dubbed as ‘Queen Bee’, perched atop the school’s social hierarchy for her parents’ connections and wealth, being waited on hand and foot by just about everyone.

Now, she was lying under that miserable excuse of a high school quarterback, suffering through less-than-mediocre sex.

Who’s the one winning now, sweetheart?

You watch in unbridled glee as Wanda’s disinterested eyes flit across the room. She’s still half-clothed — you don’t take that for granted, a cool gaze gliding over the fragments of her exposed skin, a gaze with an underlying quivering rage to mark the pretty skin up — and she has a blank look adorning her half-illuminated features.

Wanda’s body moves with each of Vision’s thrusts but you can see it in her eyes that she’s not feeling any pleasure, and you grip your scythe a little tighter.

Look at me, pretty girl.

Almost as if Wanda could hear your thoughts, her gaze finally floats towards the window where you’re standing and her entire body stills.

You look back emotionlessly, your ghastly mask facing in her direction, the light of the streetlamps reflecting off your blade. You stare at Vision, then, and your heart rate rises, as it always does, in some kind of sick excitement at the prospect of taking a life.

None the wiser, the blonde man continues to fuck into her, oblivious of the looming danger that is your presence. Wanda’s mouth opens, terror draining the blood in her face, but you merely raise a gloved finger to your lips.

The threat goes unsaid. Wanda squirms under Vision with widened eyes, but she slowly closes her mouth.

Good girl.

It’s second nature for you to pry open the window. You almost scoff at the fact that it’s unlocked. The wind from outside rushes in, and it creates enough noise for Vision to get distracted from what he’s currently preoccupied with.

You look back at Wanda, raising your scythe, and she swallows harshly.

Wanda tugs Vision’s turning head back to her breasts, dragging her fingers over his scalp. “It’s nothing, baby,” she chokes out and looks back at you pleadingly. “Just fuck me.”

You imagine those three words are directed to you, and you can barely conceal your sadistic excitement. It’s lecherous, the way desire swells within your otherwise blase self at Wanda’s breathy little gasps.

You’re now standing tall in the confines of Wanda and Vision’s room. You reside in the corner, and Wanda’s eyes never leave you. Her eyes are wide and dancing with fear, but you swear you’re not imagining the hidden layer of sexual excitement beneath them.

You tilt your head to the side in expectancy, and Wanda looks frightened and confused, devout of understanding.

Stupid little girl.

Using the tip of your blade, you point towards Vision’s desperate form, his back facing you. You can see the embarrassment flush Wanda’s features once she understands your request.

You make an open gesture with your free gloved hand. Go ahead, it reads.

Albeit warily, Wanda wraps her legs around Vision, hands shakily combing through his blonde hair. “You- you can continue, Vis,” she murmurs, locks of hair falling into place. Heartbreakingly gorgeous was what she was.

“Oh- okay,” Vision sounds slightly winded already, stupidly enough. That man should either be on his knees in reverent worship of the threshold between her legs, or substantially rougher to draw out those pathetic little noises. There was no in-between, not with Wanda Maximoff.

Though you much rather preferred the latter, wishing to see Wanda relinquishing all control, Vision instead opts to continue those shallow thrusts as if he’s doing something. You tilt your head in slight boredom as Wanda’s body moves meaninglessly on the bed.

If you were Vision instead…..

To kill or not to kill. Was it really a question, in this situation? Did you have to consider your options, weigh the possibilities, and contemplate using your moral compass, when the answer was so blatantly clear right in front of you?

You’d never felt so alive.

Your heart raced beneath the confines of your earth-bound ribcage, pulsing with the sole need to chase that dopamine rush and adrenaline high. Wanda seems to acknowledge the change in the atmosphere of the room, looking up at you with fearful eyes as you approach the bed.

One step. Two steps.

You could always turn back, and navigate your way back to calmer times with the guidance of the angel on your right shoulder.

That was boring, though.

Three steps. Four steps.

Wanda lets out a choked scream as you raise your scythe. You can smell her fear, taste it, palpable and unyielding and the most delicious kind of terror you’d chanced upon. Her mouth was contorted, probably trying to plead but not being able to find her voice.

In for the kill.

The last thing Vision sees is the stricken look on Wanda’s face, frozen into submission, frantic and desperate, before your glimmering blade strikes.

You plunge your scythe into Vision’s back. The pieces fall into place like a demented symphony: the blade enters right from the centre of his back, and emerges from the front of his chest. Crimson blood spills freely from the wound like a faulty fire hydrant, spraying onto Wanda’s front.

His body falls limp in slow motion, rolling off to the side, leaving you to stare blankly at a completely vulnerable Wanda Maximoff.

“Who-who are— what are you?” Wanda trembles, her voice shaky.

Deathly satisfaction slugs inside of you as you watch her vulnerable form. It was everything you craved, finally getting back at your high school bully.

You remember locking yourself into a dismal bathroom stall, curling up into a ball, tears streaking your face. The jeering taunts of the girls outside had you shaking, but only one voice rings in your head.

“Come out, we wanna have some fun!” Wanda calls out in mock playfulness, and her stupid little giggles has your fury vibrating beneath the surface of your skin. “Coming out for the second time can’t be harder, right?”

That was just one of the many times Wanda had made your life a living hell.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you answer, the mechanical voice changer inside your mask giving you a robotic tone that was humanly unrecognizable.

Wanda doesn’t seem at all eased by your dismissive response, and opens her mouth to retaliate, but she freezes when you raise the scythe again.

This time, you’re not seeking bloodshed. Instead, you let the sharp tip of the blade run across her bare skin, not hard enough to draw blood but firm enough to raise goosebumps.

Wanda swallows as she realizes she’s still completely naked in a room with her dead boyfriend and a cold-blooded murderer.

“Stop, please,” Wanda breathes shakily, her heart rate rising even further as your blade runs over her stomach. The cold metal sends tingles throughout her body, all the way south to between her legs.

“Oh, you want me to stop?” You ask with faux sympathy, the scythe stilling right above her cunt. A smirk washes over your face behind the mask as Wanda clenches her thighs shut.

No, a tiny voice in the back of her mind says. But that would be completely absurd and immoral, so Wanda nods hesitantly. “Stop, please.”

You pause, seemingly entertaining the idea of actually stopping. You can see from Wanda’s eyes that she’s been lulled into a false sense of security, as your blade relaxes against her skin.

But then your free gloved hand forces its way into the threshold between her legs, and Wanda lets out the most pathetic squeal.

“If you want me to stop then why’re you so fucking wet?” you growl heatedly, right next to her ear, two fingers easily sliding past her damp folds and sinking inside.

Wanda mewls at the intrusion, eyes going wide as your thick fingers stretch out her cunt. She’s embarrassingly wet, coating your fingers with slick, staring up into emotionless eyes.

Then it hits her that she shouldn’t be liking this, and Vision’s dead body was on the floor, and the stench of blood was invading her nostrils.

Tears prick at her eyes as she claws at your wrist, mouth wanting to voice out her disdain but only moans fall out. Your fingers are deliciously thick as they plunge into her sodden cunt, the fabric of your gloves adding to her simulation.

Yet, you’re unnerved by Wanda’s sharp nails digging into your skin, and then the cold metal of your scythe is taut against her neck.

“Try anything like that again and I’ll slice your pretty little neck off.”

Wanda gasps, and she feels so dirty because your filthy words cause another gush of arousal to flood her pussy. You, of course, notice it, and you press the blade a little harder.

Wanda chokes out a breath, because if her neck moved even a millimeter further you would draw blood. It’s so sick, but she’s so wet, and you’re the devil reincarnate.

You remember the blood on your arm as you held an army swiss knife in the other hand. You were shaking, shuddering, as Wanda stared at you with a crazed look in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to cut yourself, stupid litle bitch,” she barks out, staring at the blood dripping down your arm. You’d do it again for her. “You’re insane, fuck.”

“Fucking little slut, yeah?” you grunt, curling your fingers harshly inside her tight walls. Wanda’s teeth sinks into her lower lip to prevent more embarrassing sounds from escaping, but you don’t seem to like this.

You use the blade to tilt her chin up so her eyes are level with yours. “Asked you a question,” you say dangerously. “So you fucking answer.”

Wanda shouldn’t like this, she knows, but there’s something so alluring about your mask and your commandeering demeanor.

“Yes,” she responds tentatively with teary doe-eyes that are oh so pitiful. “Y-yes, I’m a… slut.”

“Mhm. Good girl,” you approve, and then your hands finally start moving again. Wanda keens at the praise with a helpless buck of her hips.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, you greedily push another finger against the opening of her dripping cunt. Wanda’s high-pitched moan turns into a breathy gasp.

“I- I can’t—”

“You will.”

Wanda sobs, three thick and gloved fingers stretching out her pussy. You’re merciless in the way you explore her sodden pussy, finding her sweet spots all too easily.

“Better than your asshole of a boyfriend?” you ask, already knowing the answer. Each of your calculated thrusts fills her up perfectly, and her velvet walls clench around you so tight.

“Y-yes! Please, more—”

Like you’ve flicked a switch, your gloved hand jackhammers into her sodden pussy so fast and so hard that Wanda can only let out the wettest, filthiest, little ‘uh’ sounds with every thrust.

“Oh, God, I’mna come,” Wanda mewls, rutting her hips against your palm in a devoted search of her ever-closening high. Sensations are flying all over her body, and Wanda’s head helplessly loll to the side.

“I know,” you respond smugly. Seeing your fated enemy unravelling before your very eyes brought a different kind of satisfaction, something so toxic and poisonous but so rewarding.

“Come like the little fucking slut you are,” You spit in the most degoratory tone known to mankind. You move the smooth metal part of your scythe to press against Wanda’s hardened bud, and that last sensation has her coming undone.

Wanda arches up against you with a broken cry escaping her throat, pebbled nipples pressing against the cold metal of your scythe.

Her hands twist into the fabric of the bed she once laid in with her boyfriend, but now her heated cunt was chasing your thick and talented fingers.

“Oh, fuck! Please, please, please, oh God, please—”

You drown in the filthy moans Wanda lets out, eyes burning in glorious victory. You grip her hips like it’s a forsaken altar, forcing her to choke on that pleasure and go to hell with it.

The pleasure, in question, is overwhelming, nothing like Wanda had ever experienced, lighting up every one of her nerves. Her body was alight, whipping flames tearing at the cruel night sky.

You bask in Wanda’s shaky breathing as she comes down from her high. You want to keep her vulnerability and lock it in a jar, hang it on your bedroom wall like a prized possession.

As Wanda regains her senses, you decide it’s time for the final piece of your grand plan to fall into place.

Slowly, you take off the mask that gave you the identity as Ghostface. You shake the hair out of your face, and Wanda’s breath constricts in her throat.

“Y-Y/N?” she chokes out, and you can see the million little things that flit through her mind.

The bullying. The boyfriend. The blood. All her fault.

You remember standing at the ledge of a very tall building, cold wind whipping in your hair. You remember thinking about Wanda’s poisonously breathtaking face, wondering whether she was worth it. You remember thinking that falling would be easier than seeing her again.

“My beloved,” you whisper with a deathly smile. “I hate you. Every cell of my being screams with burning rage for you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

You may have lost the battle, but you won the war.

No one could ever know your identity. How you had been spending the past years running around Woodsboro as Ghostface, killing all traceable contacts to Wanda Maximoff. Clawing back your dignity back piece by piece.

And it had all led up to this very moment.

Wanda can’t even tear the petrified scream out of her throat in time, before you raise your scythe again, for the last time.

“Goodbye, my beloved.”

A shining blade and crazed eyes are the last thing she sees before her final demise.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 months

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Pervert // Hazel Callahan*

request: Fem!reader catches hazel masterbating with her underwear that she stole

prompts: none!

summary: hazel was running late and wasn’t answering your texts, so you went up to her room to get her. but when you find her touching herself, you have trouble controlling your desires.

warnings: smut, language, perv!hazel, sub!hazel, dom!reader, kinda perv!reader, masturbating, voyeurism, cunnilingus, squirting, hair pulling

word count: 1.6k

a/n: reader has female anatomy, no gendered pronouns are used

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You grumbled in annoyance as you glanced down at your phone yet again, waiting to see if Hazel was finally ready to go. The two of you were supposed to head to the library to work on some feminism project Mr. G assigned, and now you were waiting in front of her house to pick her up but Hazel wasn’t answering. You groaned in frustration as you slumped forward, resting your head against the steering wheel, before giving up and deciding to go get her yourself.

You walked up to Hazel’s front door, suddenly feeling very intimidated by the sheer size of her house. You had to check the address she has texted you three times after you arrived, assuming you were at the wrong place. Hazel didn’t act like any rich person you had ever known, and you certainly didn’t expect her to live in a place like this.

Knocking on the door, you fiddled with your necklace while you waited for someone to answer. A few moments later, Mrs. Callahan opened the door with a bright smile on her face.

“Ah, you must be y/n, right? Hazel said you were heading to the library to work on some project?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m supposed to pick her up, but she isn’t answering so I just wanted to see if she was ready.”

Mrs. Callahan stepped aside to let you in before pointing towards the stairs. “Third door on the right.”

You smiled, albeit awkwardly, before heading for the stairs, muttering a quick thanks under your breath as you went. You walked up the stairs and towards the door Mrs. Callahan had told you to go to, hoping you had the right room. As you neared, you heard a strange sound coming from what you assumed to be Hazel’s room.

Was she crying? You quickened your pace, feeling a tad worried at the thought, before stopping in your tracks when you finally reached her door. It didn’t sound like crying anymore. It was almost like… oh. OH.

You felt your face heat up as Hazel’s soft moans filtered through from the other side of the door. You couldn’t help but press your ear up to the door, wanting to hear more, even though you felt disgusting for doing it. And in doing so, you heard another sound. This one being a soft buzzing. Your eyes widened as your thoughts ran wild, conjuring pictures of what she could look like just on the other side of the door.

Eventually, your curiosity got the best of you, and you twisted the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open a crack. Peeking in, you felt your knees grow weak at just the sight of her. She was writhing around on her bed in nothing but her bra, holding a small vibrator directly onto her clit. And her other hand was holding something up to her face, almost as if she was trying to breathe in whatever she was holding.

You carefully pushed the door open just a little more, wanting to get a better look. You fought to hold back a gasp when you finally recognized what she was holding in her other hand. It was a pair of your panties, the black lacy ones that had disappeared in the locker room when you went to take a shower after fight club.

You could barely keep yourself together as you felt a throbbing in between your legs begin to grow. She was touching herself while smelling your dirty panties. It was so gross, you should’ve been disgusted, but somehow, you only found it hot.

With a sudden burst of unexpected confidence, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, before closing it behind you and finally alerting Hazel of your presence. Her eyes widened in shock, moving the vibrator away from her clit and desperately trying to conceal your panties in her fist.

“So that’s where my panties went,” you said, a teasing smile on your face as you walked closer to her, not missing the way she shivered under your intense gaze.

“I- I’m sorry,�� Hazel said, her cheeks flushing bright red as she stared down at her sheets in embarrassment.

You continued to walk closer before sitting down in front of her on her bed. “You’re disgusting, Hazel. You’re a dirty little pervert. But I’m sure you know that already, don’t you?”

She nodded hesitantly, a bit unnerved from how close you had gotten to her. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at you, embarrassed at having been caught.

You smiled again, shifting forward slightly when your attention was drawn back to her legs. Her thighs were desperately rubbing together, the ache in her core building from having been denied her orgasm. You pouted teasingly and placed a hand on her thigh. Hazel jumped slightly at the contact but didn’t try to push you away.

“Oh, you poor thing. You didn’t get to finish, did you?”

Hazel shook her head, the blush on her cheeks darkening even more. “No…”

“Maybe I should help you with that. I mean, afterall, it was my fault you didn’t get to cum…”

Hazel’s head whipped up, her eyes wide as she looked at you in shock. “W-what? You- you want to…” she trailed off, too flustered by your sudden advances to finish her sentence.

“I want to make you cum. If you’ll let me, that is.”

Hazel still looked a bit shocked by your words, but nodded eagerly nonetheless. You smiled seductively and slowly pulled her legs open, feeling your head spin at the sight of her dripping pussy. You couldn’t help but reach forward and drag a finger up her folds, causing Hazel’s hips to buck up when you brushed over her clit.

“Oh, poor baby. You must need to cum so badly,” you said, moving to lay on your stomach in between her legs.

Hazel’s breath hitched as she watched your movements, suddenly becoming aware of what you intended to do. She let her legs spread a little wider, giving you more room, and she tangled her hands in your hair, gripping tightly to ground herself.

You let out a soft moan at the feeling of Hazel tugging at your hair. You usually didn’t like it when someone pulled your hair, but with Hazel, it was like you couldn’t get enough. You brought a hand forward and spread her folds, strings of arousal connecting your fingers. You leaned down and spit on her pussy, eliciting a moan from Hazel at the feeling.

And then your mouth was on her, your lips wrapped around her clit and sucked gently, causing Hazel to let out the most pornographic moan she’d ever made as her hips bucked up into your face.

You placed your hands on her hips to stop her from squirming so much and then began licking up and down her folds, your nose bumping against her clit. Hazel whimpered and tightened her grip in your hair as she tried to pull you closer.

“F-fuck! I- I’m gonna…” Hazel trailed off, struggling to speak due to the constant moans and whimpers falling from her lips.

You moved back up to her clit, sucking harder than before. You felt a sense of pride build up in you as Hazel practically screamed and her back arched off of the bed. Her thighs shook as she approached her high, her words nothing but a slurred mess as she ground her hips against your face.

And then you finally pushed her over the edge, and she squirted on your face. Her taste was intoxicating as you lapped up her cum, caught in such a daze from the feeling that you didn’t realize you were overstimulating her.

Hazel whined softly as she tried to pull you away. “Y/n, please… ‘s too much.”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from her pussy and sat up to face her again. Your face was practically drenched in her arousal, your mouth and chin covered in her slick. You licked your lips clean while still looking at her, not missing the way her cheeks lit up in embarrassment.

“Aw, you really were close before I walked in,” you pouted teasingly. “How was that, baby?” you asked with a slightly cocky smile on your face.

Hazel was still out of breath and dazed from the pleasure you gave her, a blissed out smile on her face. “Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

You smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss on her lips. Hazel felt her head spin from tasting herself on your lips, it was dizzying in the best way possible.

“I think we should probably work on that project another day.”

Hazel nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I don’t think I’d be able to focus on anything right now.”

You hummed in agreement and shifted up the bed to lay down next to her. “Oh, by the way, you can keep my panties, since you seemed to want them so bad.”

Hazel’s face turned even redder as she felt a sense of embarrassment building inside of her. “Sorry about that. They were just right there and I couldn’t help myself.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. You’re a perv, you can’t help it.”

Hazel smiled awkwardly, feeling more embarrassed by your words. You smiled back at her and kissed her again.

“Lucky for you, you’re a cute perv.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, Hazel laying on your chest. She gazed up at you, the look on her face seeming like she wanted to ask you something.

“What is it?”

She smiled shyly as she looked away from you. “I was just wondering if maybe… I could make you feel good too?”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “As if I would ever say no to that.”

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odinsonslut · 1 year

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Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n: I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm.

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated.

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued.

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself.

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention.

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond.

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.”

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand.

End

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okay so. hybrids am i right? (people clap). but wait. crow hybrid dottore (people clap and cheer). yeah. so anyways ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) time to ramble teehee cw: dottore x afab reader, im rambling, established relationship, light descriptions of gore and mentions of amputation. nsfw!! minors dni!!! (what did u expect from a post about an animal hybrid), possessiveness, mentions of breeding and eggs, aftercare

crow hybrid dottore who has black forearms along with sharp black nails at the end of his slender fingertips, nails that make it almost impossible for him to wear gloves because they’ll just stab through the material (everytime he files them down they come right back somehow).

some small, duvet-like feathers line the black skin of his arm, usually hidden by his coat— though they peek out from underneath the end of his sleeves sometimes. every once in a while you'll find tiny black feathers scattered around his lab when you come visit. he also has some plumage protruding from his face- more specifically the skin of his cheekbones.

crow hybrid dottore who only has one wing (replacing the fluffy mantle he normally has on his left shoulder when wearing his uniform). one wing because, when he got banished from his hometown with torches and pitchforks, his right wing got badly injured.

the trauma on the bones and his back made it so that it could never be restored to its normal shape, the wing looking like a mangled mess at all times. he'd pick out scabs and dried blood constantly, the dull pain driving him crazy- so he eventually just amputated it off himself. moving on

crow hybrid dottore who, whenever you're sitting next to him, tilts his head to the opposite side of you. you'll be keeping him company at his desk while he files reports for the mora he used for his experiments and he'll just... absentmindedly tilt his head away.

the first time it happened you didn't even notice. the second time, you thought it was just a quirky habit of his. the third time you stared at his bare neck as your fingers felt as if they were drawn to the pale skin. a thin, stray lock of hair cascaded down his neck, and you used it as an excuse to touch him. as you brushed away his hair behind his ear, a throaty noise (almost like a purr) reached your ears.

you pulled your hand back with the same speed you would have if you'd just touched a hot stove. dottore, unbothered by your panic, simply tilts his head to expose more of his skin as he absentmindedly scoots closer to you, his thigh brushing along yours. the moment he realized what he was doing he kicked you out of his office out of pure embarrassment

crow hybrid dottore who sings hums to you occasionally; usually happens when you convince him to take a walk outside to get some fresh air. its more likely to happen when its warm and sunny, and even more likely when you're eating together. it'll be just the two of you sharing lunch on your patio, sunbathing, and your ears will pick up on a soft, quiet tune he's humming. just don't tell him when he's doing it- his feathers will ruffle and he'll storm off in a huff and finish eating his food inside.

crow hybrid dottore who seems to be magnetized to the crook of your neck whenever you wake up next to him. always peppering your skin in soft kisses (and sometimes bites), he'll nuzzle into you until you wriggle your way out of his grasp. it's unlikely that you successfully get rid of him though- he rarely shows you affection during the day (unless tolerating your presence counts), so more often than not you'll let him indulge in you.

your neck and shoulders always ends up smothered in hickeys and, though they fade quite quickly since he didn't put much force in his bites, he'll gladly give you more if you want him to.

crow hybrid dottore who sometimes tosses his clothes in the corner of his bed (that he barely even uses) after he's spent time with you. he'd also throw in random things like a spare mask and some of your belongings that he snagged from you without you noticing. he says its because he doesn't want to bother himself with cleaning up, but in reality he's just... building a nest. he hates that he does this in the first place

crow hybrid dottore who loves when you reciprocate his affection. he adores it when you let him brush away the hair on your nape, when you hum just like he does, when you place gentle kisses on the junction where his neck meets his shoulder.

crow hybrid dottore who doesn't waste a single second when you're alone together after that. he'll give you more hickeys on top of your old ones, but this time he'll make sure they last. sharp teeth drawing blood at times when he gets too excited, cock straining against his pants as he ruts against your thigh.

you'll hear him coo sweet nothings in your ear while he manhandles you at his will. usually you end up on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he keeps a tight grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from crawling away from his cock.

"fuck, you taste so sweet. i'm going to stuff you full of seed, my clutch- nonono, don't you run away now. i know you want this."

crow hybrid dottore who almost loses his composure the first time he buries himself to the hilt inside of your snug pussy. it feels so tight, so warm around him that he almost doesn't want to pull out. almost.

he'll roll his hips against you, grinding his heavy cock in your gummy walls to get you used to his size. he knows he's a lot to handle- but this is the only semblance of mercy you'll be granted before he sees your body relaxing under him. as soon as he notices your brows lose the tension they held when he first slid inside, he'll jackhammer his cock into you and his full, heavy balls will slap against your ass relentlessly while he rambles about how he'll fill you up. again, again and again.

"take it, take my fucking cock. gods i'll never tire of your moans and whimpers. that's it, let it all out, let me hear how good i'm fucking you."

crow hybrid dottore who drinks in the noises that leave your body because they stroke his ego. he bites your shoulder when he finally cums inside to muffle his own noises, the embarrassing whimpers that threaten to leave his lips. he can't help it, you just feel so good. his hands will leave your thighs and he’ll bring his forearms to cage the sides of your head and his wing will ruffle and twitch behind him, covering your bodies in a display of possessiveness as he empties himself inside your cunt.

he'll keep his cock inside, plugging you full of his warm, sticky cum- refusing to let a single drop go to waste. if you somehow have any energy left and try to get him off of you, he'll glare and thrust into you sharply to briefly knock the wind out of you so you'll stay. he's petty like that

crow hybrid dottore who eventually relents to your whines because you're his number one weakness, and picks you up to go freshen up. he'll put your underwear back on and wipe away the sweat clinging to your skin with a damp rag. he'll soothe the bite marks and small puncture wounds his nails left in your skin with uncharacteristic gentleness, keeping his wing curled around your body to keep you as close as possible.

crow hybrid dottore who brings you back to his messy bed, to his nest, and clings onto you as you fall asleep. he'll brush your hair away from your face and nuzzle into your neck, holding your body close to his as he keeps your body warm while you keep his cum warm inside of you. it's only during the afterglow of a rough session that you get to see the stern harbinger soften up, because deep down all he wants is to keep you safe in his nest to take care of you even if he vehemently denies it

#he's in my mind 24/7 i CANT GET RID OF HIM. get him OUT!!!!!#dont actually do that. i need him there #wrote this on my phone after i woke up (no one is surprised) so dont mind any typos or funky grammar #like. wrote this with my heart fr #and my pu-#i looked up how crows show affection and mate for this #୧ ‧₊˚rambling!#tw hybrids #dottore x reader #dottore x you #dottore smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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yunkize · 6 months

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( 𖤐 ) — starstruck | 니키

(✿) — arkive

↳ ᥫ᭡ | ovrview: riki is irrevocably and unconditionally in love with you; or, you’re his safe-space after a day of harsh idol duties, and he can always count on you to bring him back to earth.

↳ ᥫ᭡ | pairing: riki x fem!reader

↳ ᥫ᭡ | wrnings: kisses, that’s it ! :3

↳ ᥫ᭡ | a/n: first fic on this acc woopwoop, this is just a lil drabble but a niki bf texts post is coming next !!!

riki is exhausted, the lows of his idol job being particularly more prominent recently. he won’t say he’s ungrateful, he sacrificed too much to even think of it. but he will say he’s tired — he wants simply nothing more than to take the largest nap possible and rot on his bed for at least a week. however, his life isn’t that easy. but, he has you, beautiful, kind, absolutely too good for him, you.

it’s about 12:35 am when he gets back to his and the members shared dorm. he’s not expecting anything when he enters his room — but then he sees you on his bed, and you’re still awake, seemingly waiting for him to come back from practice. it warms his heart like nothing else ever could — to see you waiting for him, even though you yourself are probably just as tired.

he smiles to himself, closing the door after he’s entered — approaching his bed and quickly stealing your phone from you to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. ‘’hey baby, you waiting up on me? you shouldn’t have.’’ he says it with a little snark to his tone, but never anything malicious — he simply needs to tease you whenever given a chance.

‘’pftt, you wish ki, i’m simply resting in your bed—it’s a lot comfier than my own, you know?’’ he only grins and lays his body beside you, his fingers just barely touching your own. when he stares at you — somebody witnessing it would probably wonder how a person like you could ever deserve such a gaze.

but he could list a million reasons. he could list a million reasons and say each and every single one with a starstruck expression — like you yourself moved the heavens and the earth. he would never get sick of expressing his love for you, he’s still shy, of course. it’s only natural, he’s a teenager in love, and you’re his first love.

but he knows his stare holds more than enough knowledge on how much you truly mean to him, how he might not say it but he sometimes just wants to cry from the sheer love he exudes when he thinks about you. how your smile is enough to make his muscles hurt just a tiny bit less after a particularly grueling practice.

‘’why’re you staring at me like that riks? is something wrong?’’ you say it like you don’t know what his stares mean — and you don’t, nobody really could. ‘’never, never ever think my staring is because something is wrong, okay? i’m just..taking you all in, kay’?’’ you nod and smile. ‘’kay.’’ he moves your head onto his chest, and plays with your hair — he could die happily like this, basking in your warmth and presence, but for now, he needs rest. so, he’ll rest thinking about you, and he’ll wake up thinking about you, and he’ll spend the rest of his living days consuming you in any way he can.

(@) yunkize , 2023 , do not copy, steal, or repost on any third party websites.

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Late Night Ramen

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Honestly, this fic can be any version of Leon you would like it to be. Requests are open btw!

Fluff

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The shuffling of your boyfriend coming home in the late hours of the night was nothing new to you. His attempts to be quiet were enduring but, failed miserably. The slamming of his car door could be heard from your shared room, the front door desperately needed to be oiled, and the floorboard near the front door groaned under his footsteps. Tonight was no different, you could hear the slamming of his car door, the squeak of the front door, and the groan of the floorboards, all that was left was the squeak of the bedroom door. After waiting a few heartbeats in anticipation you didn’t hear his quiet footsteps approaching your shared room. Instead you could hear clashing of pots and pans from the kitchen.

Leon tried, he really did tried to be quiet when making his way to the kitchen to cook the spicy ramen he picked up from the local gas station on the corner. His mission took a toll on him, physically. It was only supposed to last a day, so he was only sent away with a day worth's of rations. So by the third day his stomach twisted in pain and the spearmint flavor gum made him sick. So naturally, he stopped to get a quick and easy dinner, or was it breakfast? He couldn’t care less, all he wants is to eat and crawl into his warm bed with you in it. Normally, he would just keep his ramen sweet and simple by cooking it with just what was given, but tonight? He was going to fest and treat himself right. Rummaging through the fridge he took out eggs, green onions, left over meat you had cooked the previous night, and a nice cold beer. It’s the least he can do to treat himself.

What the fuck was your boyfriend doing at 2:35 in the morning? Gods, you loved him so much but you were in desperate need to be in his arms. Shuffling out bed, you were quick to grab Leon’s old R.P.D. hoodie and shrugged it on. It has seen it’s fair share of wear, the strings were shriveled, the R.P.D was barely readable and the cuffs of the sleeves had a hole on either side. The room door creaked slightly surly warning your significant other of your presence. You feet padded on the cold wood. You peaked your head around the hallway corner to spot your boyfriend’s defined back. He had taken of his shirt due to the hot apartment, he preferred it cold, while you preferred it hot, so when he would leave on missions you would change the thermostat. He was banging his head lightly as he mumbled some lyrics from his favorite rock song. His hand moved up and down at a rapid pace as he copped something. Steam rose from his left side as you could hear boiling water.

“hmm, whatcha cooking?” you fully walked out of the hallway as Leon jumped a little.

“Whatcha doing up?” Ah, quick witted as always.

“Well, when you didn’t come to bed I was curious as to what could be more important then your cold lonely girlfriend,” You laid your cold hands on either side of his hips. He was quick to jolt and tear your hands off of his body.

“Baby, you are too cold,” His eyes focused on the green onions in front of him. You peered over his shoulder, resting your chin on his as you pouted.

“So mean,” He scoffed out a laugh and shook his head.

“Would you like some ramen? I’m almost done.”

“That’s what smells so good?”

“Yes, let’s just say I was grossly un-prepared for that last mission and now I’m starving out of my mind,” He was quick to split the ramen into two different bowls. He then, cut the soft boiled eggs and sprinkle the green onions he just cut on top of the steaming noodles.

“Do you mind grabbing my beer love,” you gave him a hum of approval as he picked up the two bowls in either hand. You opened the silverware draw for some chopsticks and closed it with bump of your hip. Leon kissed the crown of your head as he lead you to the living room couch. As you sat next to the arm of the couch you set his beer on the coffee table in front of you. Leon sat right next to you so your thighs were touching. You leaned on his shoulder as you guys ate in peace.

“I can’t believe that,” you shook you head in disapproval as Leon told you how his mission went.

“Tell me about it. I’m just glad to be home, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,”

“Impossible,” he mumbled against your lips before he connected his to yours. His hand rested against your jaw and you placed you hand on his thigh to stable yourself. Your bowls were left on the coffee table as your tongues did a waltz.

When you guys pulled apart for air a string of saliva kept you two connected. Leon was quick to swipe it away.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#leon x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon x y/n #leon x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy re2 #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x y/n #re2 leon #re4 leon #leon vendetta

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Your blog is the highlight of my day, I'm really impressed <3

Could you maybe write something more about what happened after that oneshot where the reader wants to stay up with law but falls asleep while doing it and then law laying in bed with them?

I love the slow burn that is happening there

Aah, thank-you!! I do my best and I'm just glad my hyperfixation has an audience that enjoys it ehe 💖 but absolutely!! I hope that this is to your liking!! I also couldn't help myself w adding the 'it's rotten work' 'not to me. Not if it's you'

[In reference to this]

[Heads up!: mutual pining, some angst, hurt/comfort]

There are three reasons you know that you're not in your own bed when you wake up. One, you're warmer than you ever are, blanket usually kicked off of you in some way or another. The second that there are no sounds of the bunkhouse ㅡ no soft snores or sleepy murmurs, the creak of someone moving in their sleep. And the third?

That Law is asleep right next to you.

It takes a minute to register, your cheeks warming. You'd fallen asleep despite trying your best not to, you know that much ㅡ and that for whatever reason, Law had seen fit to simply let you sleep in his bed.

It's inappropriate, you know. A severe breach of what should be between captain and crewmate ㅡ but staring at him, all you can think of is what could be.

You let yourself admire him for a little longer before you turn your attention to getting up, knowing that your other crewmates will be moving around soon and the last thing you need is them assuming things if you wait too long to come out of Law's room.

You're not sure how you manage to get free without disturbing Law but you do, glancing towards the mugs you'd brought in with you and move to collect them.

"Thanks for the tea last night." Law's voice makes you jolt, barely avoiding dropping one of the mugs as you turn to find him sitting up and watching you.

"Oh," you say, "right, no problem." Curse your wretched heart for doing gymnastics at how cute he is, hair sleep-mussed and expression drowsy. It sharpens, however, as his gaze flicks over you and then to the door.

"About this," he begins, "we won't be making a habit of this. It's for the best if this never happens again."

Your heart sinks. You know that it's for the best, that the idea of entertaining anything but is only going to hurt ㅡ and hurt it does, twisting a proverbial knife into your chest.

There's the rising want to cry, one that you shove down as deep as you can, shoving down your feelings.

"Yes," you say, now heading for the door with the tray and things in hand. "You're absolutely right. It's for the best."

ㅡ

You take to avoiding him. You make it an art ㅡ not so much so as to make it obvious that it's him that you're avoiding in particular, but enough to make it plausible as to why you're never around him.

And it's driving Law crazy. The Polar Tang is only so big, there are only so many places you can duck into before he notices, so many people you can so conveniently manage to be deep in conversation with when he passes, indifferent to his presence ㅡ but you still manage it.

It's frustrating, too. He knows that he hurt you with what he said, a proverbial slap to the face of your kindness, your efforts to put him at ease. He also isn't dumb, he's noticed your lingering looks, the previous excuses to be around him.

Were he someone else, he'd let you know that he reciprocates your feelings. Even as he is, he knows he does ㅡ but he can't act on it. He won't drag you down with him when it all inevitably blows up in his face, won't force you to suffer the same fate as him. You deserve more, and you deserve better.

But your behavior still hurts. The things that you do are made the clearer in the absence them, and he misses them. He misses you.

There's only so much that Law can take of this new routine that you've slipped into ㅡ which is why he comes up with a plan.

ㅡ

Avoiding Law is getting exhausting. Quite literally, as you've gotten into the routine of waiting until almost everyone has retired for the night, him included. It's childish yes, but you're determined to do it until your feelings for him ebb enough that you can go back to the way you were ㅡ as unlikely as that is.

Stifling a yawn, you trudge towards the bunkhouse, intent on getting as good of sleep as you can, only to have a hand curl around your upper arm and yank you away before you can react. You're dragged into a different room and when the door shuts, you wheel on your pseudo-kidnapper.

"What is your problem?"

Unbothered by your tone, Law simply stares at you, expression unreadable. "I need to talk to you."

You frown. "So talk to me like a normal person, not kidnap me."

"I didn't kidnap you," Law counters, "and it's hard to talk to someone when they're avoiding you."

You want to lie and say that you haven't been, but the look Law gives you makes you quiet before you realizes where you are.

His room. Again.

"Look. I realize that how I said things the other day wasn't the best way to put it." Law rubs his neck, trying to find the best way to articulate his words.

Figuring that it'll be easier to sever whatever you have with him all together now rather than continue to suffer, you look up and speak with a steadiness that surprises you. "I love you."

Law's eyes snap to yours, elation and dread clashing. "You can't." Before you can protest, he continues. "Not only am I your captain, but we're pirates. We don't have time for things like this, and I don't have time to entertain how you think you feelㅡ"

"How I think I feel?" Your tone is calm. "Last time I checked, I'm the one who should know best how I feel, Law." He opens his mouth, and you hold a hand up to silence him. "I'm not going to deign the rest of that with a response, because we both know that's bullshit." You pause. "Well, besides the part about you being my captain. You are, and I love you. I'm not expecting you to love me back."

A muscle in his jaw jumps. "You shouldn't."

"I know."

He steps towards you, reaching to tug you to him. "That's dangerous."

You press into him. "I know that too. We're pirates, remember? Danger is our middle name."

His arms wind around you, hand cradling the back of your head. "It's rotten work," he whispers, thinking of Corazon and his parents, his sister. "Loving me."

"Not to me," comes your response, muffled into his chest, the steady thump that your own echoes. You pretend not to notice that it's beating as hard as yours is. "Not if it's you."

Law feels something in him crack, splintering into glittering spiderweb fissures. "You're staying here tonight," he says, feels the shudder of your laughter against him.

"Is that an order, captain?"

"Yes."

ㅡ

Blankets over you both, Law still allows himself to reach for you, let your legs tangle with his, lose the dark tattoos of his knuckles in your hair. "Say it again."

You don't need to ask what he means, kissing the front of his shoulder. "I love you."

His lips brush the top of your head. "Again."

"I love you."

He kisses your forehead. "Again."

"I love you."

By the time Law kisses you properly, he thinks you'll get tired of saying it, because he can't say it back. Not yet. But the way you kiss him back says that you do, and that you don't mind.

You're patient, and you can wait.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#–ml: law.

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yaekiss · 10 months

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qi. qi. I know you see my poly posts, so I need your thoughts on tighnari and cyno. especially top tighnari (bc that's my preference) and bottom cyno. I wanna make out with him while tighnari watches until he can't restrain himself and joins us.

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꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! AMAB! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Cyno x Dom! Top! Tighnari, no gendered terms for reader, Tighnari Cyno reader polycule realness, threesome (reader and Tighnari spitroast Cyno), sex toy (used on Cyno), blowjobs (reader receiving from Cyno), edging (Cyno receiving), reader is a lil mean, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: HIIIII ANDI! Thank you for waiting RAHHH this one took a while to write ;;; Hope you enjoy it hehe! I dropped a lil cameo for you somewhere, think of it as a kiss from me to you muah <3

In the dim lantern light of the room, Cyno’s eyes glint a shimmering ruby red.

You’ve barely started but it seems that the presence of a certain forest ranger sitting nearby in the corner, eyeing him down, has an effect on the usually intimidating General Mahamatra. There’s a faint buzzing as the bullet vibrator taped to the tip of his already hard dick works away at the lowest setting, enough to provide stimulation but just shy of giving Cyno any real satisfaction. But there is great satisfaction to be found in the way he grips the sheets, brows furrowed as he reigns in his desires, trying to stay in control of his senses. A quick glance to Tighnari reveals that he’s no better, tail swishing as his sensitive hearing picks up each and every one of Cyno’s breathy pants.

“C’mere Cyno,” beckoning him closer to you, he obeys and shifts away from the edge of the bed and nearer to you until the only thing separating the two of you is a hair’s width and candlelight. You lean in first, capturing his lips in a kiss but he’s the one to deepen it, messily lapping at your lips as he chases for the taste of you, even if it’s sweeter than sugar. The kiss is purposefully, explicitly, loud as the both of you make out while Tighnari watches on, riled up and turned on by the indecent display and even more lewd noises.

Cyno is kind enough to let your hands roam over his toned body, sliding them down from his waist to happily grab and grope at his lean muscular thighs. Your fingers ghost over the base of his erect cock and he sucks in an intake of air at the sensation. A click, then a beep rings through the air and the vibrator starts humming away at a higher speed. Cyno’s cock jolts and he lets out a low groan at the increased stimulation. You look up to Tighnari who’s holding the controller to the toy in his hand.

“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he simply says.

“Touch- ugh… -me, please,” Cyno pleads and the grip he has on your thighs snaps your attention back to him, making you focus solely on the task at hand (him!). There’s beads of precum already forming at his tip, glistening as it starts drooling down the sides.

Cooing, you wrap one of your hands around his base as the other goes to thumb at his sensitive slit. It spurts more as you toy with him, his fingers clutching even harder on your thighs with each languid stroke up and down his length. His breathing grows ragged and shallow and his own muscles tense as he approaches his climax. But you don’t speed up your motions, still working his cock at the relaxed pace you started with, making sure he gets so pent up but stopping just exactly before the edge of tipping over. “Bastard,” Cyno thinks in between muddled thoughts.

Another click and a beep before the vibrator changes speeds and whirs at its third and highest setting. Cyno throws his head back with a loud gasp at the sudden assault of pleasure, cumming for the first time tonight, coating your hand with his sticky spend. You revel at the splatter of white against his tummy and you move in, diving down to lick a stripe up his abdomen and collecting his cum in your mouth, then tilting his head to kiss him yet again, making him savour his own taste. Cyno’s eyes squeeze shut at this as you lock lips, he moans desperately against your lips, a mixture of his own drool and cum dripping down his chin. The kiss is a frenzied mess with the toy still (miraculously) taped to his dick and still mercilessly buzzing despite the fact that he just came. “Ughn! Ah-! S- sss! -sensitive!” The poor male hisses out in the breaths he steals between kisses.

“It’s a shame Tighnari’s missing out huh? Don’t you want him to please you too?” Whispered coyly against his ear, your hot breath caresses his cheeks and he frantically nods at your words, a searing need and desire flooding through his veins.

“Call him over then.” Your tone is devilish, and your suggestion even more sinful.

Despite Cyno’s best efforts, all he manages to get out are broken moans interspersed with raspy gasps of “Please!”s and “Tighnari!”s. You tut at his pathetic efforts with mock disappointment.

“Is that all you can say, General Mahamatra? Come on, love. Try a little harder, hmm?” Your fingers trace over a vein on his cock before Cyno watches them undo the tape that’s holding the vibrator to his tip at an agonisingly slow pace - a warning to edge him even longer tonight.

With your threat, he chokes back a wail and focuses just enough to babble out, “Please- uh! I neeeed! you ‘Nari! Mmmph!”

There’s a screech of a chair and a flurry of dark green fur as Tighnari comes rushing over at Cyno’s plea. Gloved hands immediately wrap around his cock, the cum from his previous orgasm makes it easier for Tighnari to jerk him off and it only takes a few seconds for Cyno to cum again, hips jackrabbiting up into Tighnari’s hands as a loud keen leaves his lips.

“Tsk. Didn’t we agree that we wanted to help Cyno get his mind off of work tonight?” The ranger directs a glare at you but there’s no real heat behind his eyes, just impatience and a bubbling lust to finally get started tonight.

“Ha! Look at him now, I think the only thing he has on his mind is the two of us wrecking him!” True to your words, Cyno’s pupils are dilated and rolled far back into his head, still shuddering on the bed from the waves of pleasure from his second climax.

“I’m going to prep you, alright?” Tighnari asks gently as he clicks the controller back to the second speed setting. Slowly, Cyno’s mind clears from the dizziness and when he hums out an agreeing tone, Tighnari reaches over to the bottle of oil on the nightstand. He removes his gloves using his teeth, slicking up his fingers with the liquid. (To which you wolf whistle because hey, Cyno’s not the only one who gets to enjoy Tighnari. He just laughs and rolls his eyes at you.)

Nothing but gentle, Tighnari starts off with one finger, carefully, slowly opening Cyno up and getting him used to the stretch. It’s not long before Cyno starts rocking back against Tighnari’s finger, evidently unsatisfied, and since he’s feeling merciful tonight (unlike you), he quickly adds a second finger. As he preps Cyno, you busy yourself with kissing the man of the night, your hand snaking their way to his chest to tease at his nipples, relishing in the little blissful pants you steal from him with each pinch.

Soon, Tighnari deems Cyno sufficiently prepared when his fingers slide in without any resistance and the only protest from the white-haired male is to hurry and get on with it. Slicking up his own hard cock with the oil, he lines his head up against Cyno’s awaiting hole and pushes the tip in gingerly while checking for any signs of discomfort or pain on his face. When all he’s met with is a glazed-over look and a mouth hanging open, he feels his resolve to hold back dissipate.

“Looks like we have a slut on our hands tonight.” He punctuates his words with a slight roll of his hips and Cyno moans, loud.

“I’m… ‘m not- hhAH!” It’s definitely not helping that he’s trying to rut back down on Tighnari’s dick. How cute, a whore in denial.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, love,” you coo out, and Cyno hurriedly shakes his head, “Think you can take me in your mouth?” Judging by the way his mouth instantly falls open, tongue lolling out with crimson eyes pleadingly looking up at you, he’s more than willing.

Guiding your length to his lips, he licks up the underside of your shaft, kissing and sucking on your tip before he takes you into his mouth. You sink into the warmth, and he’s careful enough to watch his teeth. He lets you fuck into his throat as Tighnari pounds into him, the sight is pure aphrodisia and you hiss at how good Cyno is being for the both of you, taking you and Tighnari at the same time.

“Fuck! He’s tightening up, I- ugh! -I’m close!” There’s a carnal edge to Tighnari’s voice, one that you understand fully with how you’re also close. Sharing a look with him, the two of you speed up at the same time, drawing out more babbles and incoherent noises from the man under you. Hooking an arm under Cyno’s knee, Tighnari throws it over his shoulder so that his cock is angled to hit Cyno’s prostate head on. Feeling extra mean, you swipe the controller from beside Tighnari and click it back up to the highest setting. (You laugh when his cock jolts.) The change in pace and position has Cyno howling without abandon, tears rolling down his face at the intense pleasure. Within mere seconds, the general is cumming once more, muscles drawing tight with creamy white spurting out.

A quick snap of Tighnari’s hips drives his cock deep into Cyno and with a guttural growl, he’s cumming into him. As Cyno feels the growing warmth from inside, he clenches down on Tighnari’s length and milks him for all he’s worth, locking his legs around him. At the same time, he moans around your cock and the resulting vibrations are all it takes for you to reach your peak. Grabbing onto his white hair, you push him down until you’re shooting your cum down his throat while his pupils roll back and disappear behind his lowered eyelids, as if savouring the taste of you. (He swallows, of course.)

After a bit, the both of you pull out (much to Cyno’s protests). The vibrator is removed by Tignari and thrown to a side as you help Cyno sit upright against the headboard of the bed. Tighnari’s load drips out of him and Cyno lets out a low groan at the sight. While Tighnari slips out of the room to grab some wet washcloths for everyone, you take the time to check up on Cyno, soothing and massaging away any aches or sores in his body.

It seems that tonight has taken quite a lot out of Cyno (his eyes are closing and he keeps dozing off with his washcloth in his hand), so Tighnari and you gladly help clean him up. While wiping away the sweat and cum from his skin, the two of you take turns peppering his face with tender kisses as he contently sighs out “thank you”s between drowsy yawns.

As the three of you settle into bed for the night, Cyno sleepily mumbles out, “Let’s have a spitroast for lunch tomorrow. Get it? Because the two of you just spitr-”

Tighnari cruelly smothers him with a pillow.

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roostersgirlfriendlovesf1 · 1 month

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you're losing me | charles leclerc

prompt: charles has been off the past couple of weeks and all y/n wants to do is help him, but what can she do when he won't open up? it's tiring feeling alone, but it's hard to speak up. will charles finally let her in or will it be the end?

warnings: angst and sadness, but it ends up ok lol

a/n: hey guys! this is just a one part story, but i would really love some prompts. please feel free to request anything! i write for bradley bradshaw, lando norris, charles leclerc, mason mount, jake sersein, and christian pulisic. i also love using songs as inspo so pls feel free to use a song as a prompt! thanks for the support!

The past couple of weeks had been a game of if Charles would speak when he got home or not. The endless amounts of sympathy y/n gave him didn’t seem to open him up. She thought that perhaps he would let himself enjoy life over the summer break, but she doesn’t think he has even said four words to her. The past few days he had left early for runs, climbing out of bed and getting back into it without so much as a squeak of a floorboard. Nightly rituals between them had been forgotten. This was only their third month… She thought. There were so many things left unsaid between them, things that she felt unimportant to tell him. Things she thought could be seen as coming off “too strong.” But she was extremely tired of feeling alone. She missed his arm around her as they watched the Monaco skies, she missed the smell of his hair after he showered, and she just missed the sound of his voice. Her clothes in his drawers dedicated to her started to feel misplaced. She felt like her presence started to feel like an intrusion. She was practically living with him, but it started to feel like she should be paying rent.

y/n sat on a barstool, waiting for Charles to come back from running whatever errand he hadn’t told her about. Her head was in her hands as she stared lazily out the window, dark clouds were forming. Click. The door opened. She looked at him, urging him to speak. He looked at her, a quick glance before walking into their room. She heard the water start running in the shower. A tight feeling formed in her throat. How can he not see there’s a problem? She placed her head in her hands and allowed herself to shed a few tears. A few minutes went by before the sound of footsteps interrupted her silence. She picked her head up. “Charlie?” She tries to get his attention. No answer. Nothing new. She’s not sure she even remembers what it sounds like when he says her name. A sigh leaves his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Where are you going?” She asked, just a simple question.

“Out to dinner.” He tied his shoes.

Please just look at me. Please just see that there is something wrong. A brief moment of silence. “Somethings not working.” She bit her nails.

“I don’t understand.” He shook his head, dismissing her statement.

“I know you don’t.” Her brows furrowed. This can still be fixed. Everything we built can still stand. “Charles, you haven’t said four words to me since you’ve gotten home. Hell, you’ve barely talked to me for weeks. I don’t know what to do!”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“You haven’t even touched me.” The room once filled with light felt cold and empty.

“Didn’t know you needed that validation.” He mumbled.

“A hug is seen as validation? A fucking hug from someone I haven’t seen or spoken to because he won’t respond whether it’s in person or over the phone!” Just pull me into a hug now, all will be forgotten. Please just hold me.

“I don’t have time for this right now.” Disappointment.

“It's now or never. I’ve given you the best I have.” Tell me what to give after that. Her voice caught. She stood, feeling vulnerable in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants. Silence again. Silence that he was not willing to break. “Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll be out of here by the time you get home. I just-” She ran a hand through her hair, “I just need a bit to gather my things.” Guilt panged in her chest, the feeling of being an intruder tearing through her. She held her head high as she walked into their room, grabbing an empty box from beside the trash.

“Y/n.” He stood in the doorframe. She willed herself to continue packing, despite her longing for his voice. “Y/n.”

“Enough!” She slammed the shirt she had started folding into the box. “Just go to dinner.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to stay through anything!” He snapped. “I don’t need to see you or feel your embrace every time I come home from a shitty race weekend.”

“Good because it's never happening again! You won’t ever have to see me again after tonight.” The sound of thunder caused her to flinch. Charles’ face softened as he glanced out the window.

“You can’t leave tonight.” He shook his head.

“I’ll do whatever I want.” She seethed. She kept her head down, making no eye contact. “You’ll do whatever you want tomorrow when the storm clears.” He stated. Y/n held her breath until she felt his presence dissolve. The sound of his footsteps led her to believe he went to his sim room. She shut the door quietly before breaking down. Her face felt burning hot as she rapidly shoved clothes into a random backpack. She frantically tried to collect herself before stepping back into the living room. She held a box in her arms as she struggled to open the apartment door. Rain poured as she sheltered under the overhang of the building. Her heart pounded, all she wanted to do was get out of his way. Y/n made a run for her car and quickly opened the trunk, shoving the box inside before slamming it closed and heading back inside. The lighting of the apartment was dark as the natural lighting was miniscule. Charles had moved to the couch, a solemn look in his eyes as he scrolled on his phone. He glanced up to see y/n drenched in rain. “Mon coeur…” He watched her as she ignored him and kept walking back to their room. He followed her, attempting to talk, but was quickly denied as she reached their bathroom and quickly locked the door.

Y/n peeled off the wet clothes and glanced at herself in the mirror. A quick rush of feeling came back to her as she let out a sob, steadying herself on the sink counter. The coldness of the rain washed off of her as she bathed in the warmth of the shower, although the tears never ceased to flow. How does she pick up her life after this? The relationship was so public, that doesn’t just fizzle out.

She walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her. Charles was sitting at the foot of the bed, feet planted, head in hands. She quietly grabbed her undergarments, a shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts from the bag she had packed earlier and retreated back into the bathroom. She never did that. Charles thought. She never hid herself away instead of doing something so intimate as changing her clothes in front of him. She changed in the bathroom and washed her face. Y/n opened the bathroom door slowly and noticed Charles in the same position. “I’m so embarrassed.” He spoke.

“Now you talk…” She whispered.

“I’m so fucking emberassed with myself I can’t stand it.” He held the end of the sleeves of his sweater in his hands. “I know I don’t deserve you and I know I’ve treated you horribly. There’s no excuse.” He kept his composure. “My team is just so-so aggravating and for a while I viewed you as my escape from all that, but the more interested in me you got and the more you wanted to know the more I grew embarrassed. I’m embarrassed with my performance in the car and I’m embarrassed for you to see that I’m undeserving of you. I never wanted to tear you down with me though.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her body moved first. She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Me too.” She kissed the side of his face.

“I love you.” He brushed the wet hair off of her face. “And I really don’t want you to leave.”

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tipsyleaf · 8 days

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I’m going to go insane if Tumblr scraps one of my ask’s again. Gonna reveal my identity at this point. ☹️ (You wish.)

BUT OH MY GOODNESS YES YES YES, A THIRD BABY IS POSSIBLE!!!

I personally feel like Violet would be around 13-15, and Cecilia 9-10. (You can adjust with the age gap etc.) So they’d be a little older now, barely teenagers now.

Of course, the pregnancy was an unexpected thing. Both you and Leon never thought the two of you would have another baby, but nonetheless, the two of you had to deal with the consequences of your horny actions. 🙄

Violet and Cecilia would absolutely hate the two of you at first. Big sisters? Hell no. They’d literally run out of the living room yelling and slam the door to their separate rooms in frustrations. But what could the two of you do? Just wait and let them get over it…

At first, it was such a weird thing to them…Seeing their mom with a belly…Ew. And how Leon would give you double the attention made them get the ick, they were already used to y’all acting like horny teenagers but oh my god.

But alas, as soon as they met their little baby brother, oh, it was like it was the greatest thing in the world! The two of them would constantly beg to hold him, fighting over who gets to unfreeze the milk from the fridge and make him a bottle.

They’d both play with him, volunteer to even take him off of your hands for the day. (Which never lasted because they regret it as soon as he has a stinky diaper.) The two would also very much criticize his outfit choices. Every single onesie and little outfit you put on him had to be approved by his big sisters.

I also feel like they’d come up to you in the middle of target with a bunch of baby toys and clothes saying that he’d absolutely love them, and you just had to sign and give in.

- Anon! 🎀

Tumblr has been a Cunt to me the past few days with asks. I'm about to delete my whole account if it doesn't get fixed (I'm being dramatic.)

Leon and his wife would even be shocked they could have babies still... Not unhappy but you'd look him dead in the eyes and tell him "I'm getting my tubes tied or you're getting a vasectomy. No more kids."

Violetta (12) would definitely want nothing to do with the baby at first. She's almost a teenager and her parents having another kid at their DECREPIT AGE?!

So Embarrassing 🙄

Cecilia (8), still very young and impressionable would probably just be following her sisters lead but secretly be excited to finally have some to boss around.

But Violet (being the older pain in the ass sister she is) would probably get to Lia and drill it into her head that middle kids get forgotten and oh nooo she's the middle child

Make her sister cry, get grounded and her phone taken away for that.

But once their mother starts showing, Lia comes around immediately. Cuddles up with mommy on the couch whenever she can just to be close to the baby. Violets still super hesitant and not happy about it. Especially every time her dad shows you affection and like... Bucket loads of affection.

He missed seeing you pregnant. That pretty glow you'd always exude even just existing in his presence. And your cute pregnant waddle! He could go on for hours how much he loves when you're pregnant. This is a completely new experience for Lia, Violet hardly remembers what happened when you were originally pregnant with Lia . She was way too young to remember.

Time comes around when you find out the babies sex, Leon fully preparing for a 3 for 3 on the princess counter.

It's a boy... He's devastated at first. He really wanted another girl. But you on the other hand are relieved. You wanted a little boy. Not that you don't love your daughters it just be nice to have a son too. Eventually he's okay, especially after you tell him this means you need to have more renovations done to the house so there's room for the new baby. That means a new room to make into a nursery, something they didn't get to do with Lia but this time around they will.

Closer to the due date you start going over names for the baby. Leon suggesting Marvin as a middle name, you know the context of it and accept it immediately. Everyone starts throwing names around, Violet staying quiet. Lia suggests calling him Puppy...

"That's not a name honey." You chuckle at her suggestion when Violet looks at Leon.

"What's your middle name Dad?"

"Scott." Violet looks between her parents, shrugging.

"Scott sounds good to me."

You and Leon look at each other and smile. Agreeing it's a good name.

Time comes around to have the baby. Violets still against the kid, Lia's bouncing off the walls excited to meet her baby brother. You give birth and the girls are allowed in the room finally.

Both girls look mostly like a good mixture of the two of you... Leon could never deny Scott as his son (he never would) because the kid looks exactly like him. Dusty Brown hair from his younger years, cute little nose, big blue eyes and a butter ball of a chunky baby. He's absolutely precious.

Lia gets help from Leon to hold him since she's still younger. Violet keeps her distance until she walks over to check on you and make sure you aren't too tuckered out. Leon basically traps Violet between a chair and her only escape, offering her to hold her brother if she sits down. She agrees just to get this over with.

She has little Scott in her arms. He looks up at her smiling with those big blue eyes... 3. 2. 1...

She's crying. Won't stop talking about how cute he is or how much she loves him already. You and Leon share a look before he tries taking the baby back.

"He needs skin to skin time with mommy." She whines, reluctantly handing him over.

After that day you basically have two live in nanny's. Both girls wanting to help.

Unless it's diaper related...

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itsnotgray · 3 months

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We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Five years, twenty years, come back

It will always be the same

For the first time since the end of August, all of the Fantilli siblings would be under one roof. Albeit, only for three days, but it was three days that they were determined to make count.

Luca was the first to fly home, following the conclusion of the first semester. About a week later, came the twins. First was Gianna, who left straight from the rink in Nashville (as Luca could tell by the wet hair she was sporting), nearly forgetting to even tell her teammates she was leaving, eager for whatever scraps of time she could get with her family.

The minute his baby sister stepped off that plane, it was as if someone had lifted the weight of the world off his shoulders. He threw his arms around her, smothering his face in her hair as he inhaled the scent of the shampoo she’d been using since she was 14. Gianna returned the sentiment, clinging onto her older brother as if he was the only thing keeping her afloat. “Lu,” she cried into his shoulder, the relief of being reunited with one of her brothers, one of the people whose presence had been so distinctly woven into her life force, that the past few months of separation has been akin to torture, making it’s way to the surface. “Gi,” he said soothingly, tilting her head back so he could wipe her tears, the same way he used to when she was learning to skate all those years ago. A watery smile made its way onto his face as he uttered the words he’d been rehearsing for the past week, “Welcome back sorella.”

At the familiar term of endearment only her family was privy to, she launched herself at Luca, her arms encircling his neck as she began crying again. At last, her tears dried up, and she unpried herself from her Luca, mostly at the insistence of her stomach. “Now, can I go grab a snack before Mo gets here? I’d wait, but I haven’t eaten since before the game yesterday,” Gianna questioned while quickly taking out her phone to make sure her face wasn’t too terribly swollen from the tears she’d just shed. “Sure Gi, go ahead,” he responded while glancing down at his phone to check for any updates from Adam. A few beats of silence passed, before Luca glanced up, confused as to why she hadn’t walked away. He locked eyes with Gianna, who stood there awkwardly, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Do you want anything?” She questioned, voice as earnest as it always had been. He shook his head softly, and she quickly pivoted on her feet and made her way to the nearest coffee shop. Luca stared after her, a small smile on his face- it was like the old days. As long as he ignored the looming feeling of dread, dread at the fact that their time was limited, that she and Adam (who wasn’t even here yet) both left in two (technically three) days, he could pretend it was just like the old days.

Around an hour later, the third piece of their puzzle was getting off of his flight. Luca shook Gianna awake, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder shortly after returning with her snack, and barely got out the words, “Mo’s flight just landed,” before she shot up out of her seat, as if pure caffeine had just been injected into her veins. Without haste, Gianna threw herself to her feet, before quickly turning around and yanking Luca to his. “C’mon Lu, be ready- wait, which direction will he be coming from?” She spoke, the words rolling off of her tongue, too fast for her brain to comprehend, excitement taking over her body at the prospect of finally being in the same place as both of her brothers. “Should come from the left, if I scoped out the place correctly,” he said while wrapping an arm around her shoulders, as if to hold the girl back from sprinting to Adam the second she saw him.

About twenty minutes pass, before finally, Gianna catches a glimpse of the “stupid and entirely unnecessary” beanie she forced Adam to wear, so they’d be able to spot the boy from a distance. “Lu I think see him,” Gianna expressed excitedly, the girl beginning to bounce up and down on her heels, Once Adam got within a few feet of the pair, both siblings took off towards Adam, wrapping him in what their parents (who had elected to stay home, both to give the siblings time to reunite, but also to get some sleep- which they knew would be hard to do having all of their babies under one roof again) would call a “Fantilli take-down,” mostly because, had Adam not planted his feet on the ground in preparation, he easily would've fallen straight to the airport ground, which he was not about to do. The moment he felt the arms of his siblings encase him, he dropped his bags to the floor and wove his arms around someone, though he wasn't sure who, because their three bodies were so intricately woven together in this moment, it was impossible to tell where Luca ended and Gianna began. He tried to force a few words out of his mouth, but the emotional shell shock at finally reuniting with his best friends had seemingly made his brain short circuit. Yet, there was no doubt that the silent sobs that wracked his shoulders, and the tears on his cheeks said all of the words he couldn’t.

For this one brief moment, it was like the world stopped. For the first time in about four months, the pieces of the tattered, kindred spirits that resided in the each of three siblings, were at peace. At that moment, they were one soul, split into three hearts.

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gyubaseone · 1 year

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kim gyuvin. true feelings

❛ i'll do anything, just don't ignore me anymore. ❜

pairing — kim gyuvin x f!reader

genre — fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers

synopsis — after his best friend starts ignoring him, gyuvin intends on finding out why.

warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proofread thoroughly. mentions of dog union </3 i miss junhyeon

word count — 1,737

notes — starting off my blog with a gyuvin fic since he is my bias & is always. on my mind 😵‍💫 enjoy! i hope that there aren't that many mistakes..

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the past week had been weird ; y/n had been weird. if somebody were to ask what had happened to the once smiley girl who liked hanging out with her bestfriend, kim gyuvin wouldn't know the answer.

all he knew was that one day, y/n was his best friend but all of a sudden, she was avoiding him every time they were in the same proximity. in classrooms, hallways, even more, she could barely look him in the eyes now.

he could be clueless to how people may act sometimes, but y/n made it abundantly clear what her motives were the day she began avoiding him. maybe it was because he paid attention to her solely more than other people? he didn't know the answer.

"don't you think you're exaggerating it a bit? i'm sure it's nothing," kum junhyeon assured, putting his banana milk down on the table, "she's probably just busy. sounds to me like you miss her presence."

"no— i swear! i can handle when she's busy but she's been outright avoiding me for the past week and i have no idea why," gyuvin passionately expressed, stretching out his entire body on the chair he was sitting on, "she hasn't even spoken to me once yet!"

just as the two were speaking, park gunwook walked into the convenience store that the three agreed to meet at ; he was late. while gunwook scrambled around to find the snacks he had been craving all day, gyuvin started speaking again.

"gunwook, can you tell this guy that i'm not exaggerating? y/n really has been ignoring me!" gyuvin shouted out to the boy who seemed like he was in his own world by the ramyeon.

"sure— sure whatever you say..." gunwook yelled back, not paying any attention to whatever the two boys were speaking about as he headed toward the cash register to pay.

"okay, he's clearly not paying any attention," junhyeon shook his head, "but seriously... maybe it's just all in your head, y/n wouldn't ignore you."

"maybe she found out that you have feelings for her," gunwook proposed, walking by nonchalantly with the intent of cooking his ramyeon with the microwave next to the table they were sitting at.

"wait... maybe your right!" gyuvin started to panic, looking at junhyeon with a look as if he had just seen a ghost, "but how could she know? i've been so cool about it."

"cool? yeah, i wouldn't use that word for how you've been acting," junhyeon let out a gargle of laughs, "remember that time you gave her a bruise on her forehead after you got flustered by how close she was to you?"

"hey— you said you would never bring that up again!" gyuvin groaned, remembering the look on y/n's face when she saw the damage he had done, "if she knows, then i'm done for!"

"maybe this will give you a chance to confess to her," gunwook suggested, finally sitting down with the two as he took a bite out of his ramyeon.

"yeah, how can i do that if she can't even look me in the face anymore..." gyuvin grumbled, covering his face with his hands, "yesterday, i was 3 feet away from her and she almost ran into a wall."

"maybe she was just looking at your face and realized how—" junhyeon commented before being cut off by gyuvin.

"if you finish that sentence, i will hurt you," gyuvin sent a death glare in his direction, "i need to do something right? gunwook, help me out here!"

"han river!" gunwook choked out, his cheeks filled with ramyeon as he spoke up.

"han river? dude, you just got here and you want to go to han river?" junhyeon raised an eyebrow, looking at the younger boy weirdly.

"no— y/n is at han river right now!" gunwook said in a clearer tone after swallowing his ramyeon, "look, she just posted something on her story."

gunwook turned his phone to face the two boys after pressing on y/n's story again, showing the two boys as they scanned the photo carefully. the room fell into silence, the only sound being heard was the cash register and the freezers in the back.

during that moment of silence, they all exchanged looks with one another realizing the opportunity at hand. the room may have been quiet, but gyuvin's expressions were filled with panic and confusion about what to do next ; he looked at the two as if he was waiting for them to give him the answers.

"well, what are you waiting for? go and talk with her before she leaves!" junhyeon shouted at gyuvin, ushering him out of his seat to the point where he almost fell on the floor.

"by monday, she'll be ignoring you again— you gotta catch her off guard!" gunwook added to the panic the boy was going through, basically yelling at him until he ran out of the store.

"wow, we are such good friends," junhyeon nodded his head pleased, picking up his banana milk to take a sip.

"seriously, what would those two do without us?" gunwook agreed, letting out a laugh as he took another bite of his ramyeon.

"that ramyeon looks good, can i—"

"go buy your own," gunwook cut him off, looking at him with a serious face while he ate ramyeon.

the han river wasn't far from the convenience store that gyuvin was at, yet he still made sure to stride with the biggest steps his long legs could do. this was his only chance to talk to y/n, to find out why she was ignoring him.

gyuvin needed to know what he had possibly done to make her avoid him to such an extend. was it really because she found out he had a crush on her?

"gosh, how can i keep this up?" y/n let out an exasperated sigh, leaning over the railing of the river as she stared out into the distance.

"at this rate, i should just move schools to avoid him!" she exaggerated, "but... my mom would never let me move though.."

"ugh, why me!?" y/n groaned, throwing a rock into the river and watching it bounce a few times before sinking into the river.

just as she was in her thoughts, zoning out from anything that was happening in the real world; gyuvin appeared, standing right behind her while panting as he finally found her.

"y/n," gyuvin called out, his hands on his knees as he was panting from all the running.

after hearing her name be called, y/n turned around to find the brown-haired boy standing there. she was shocked to say the least, but it's not like she wasn't the one who posted on her instagram hoping he would come.

slowly, gyuvin gained his breath once again and walked up to the girl slowly before pulling her into a tight hug. his hand fell onto her head, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

y/n should've pushed him away, she knows she should've. but it had been a week and she missed her bestfriend. all his warm smiles, the way his eyes light up whenever she buys him snacks or his head falling onto her shoulder whenever they rode the bus together. she missed the boy she had fallen for so easily.

"why have you been ignoring me?" gyuvin asked after a moment of silence, his voice sounding like it was about to crack, "please, just talk to me."

"if i did something wrong, tell me— i'll... i'll fix it!" his voice pleaded and his grasp on y/n tightened, "i'll do anything, just don't ignore me anymore."

"is this because i like you? i can un-like you if you want!" gyuvin admitted, resting his head on y/n's head when she suddenly pushed him away for a moment after he spoke.

"wait— you like me?" y/n spoke in a whisper, not knowing how to respond to his words, "this whole time, you've liked me?"

"yes? wait... so you didn't know? why were you avoiding me then?" gyuvin questioned, sniffling his now red nose, "do you know how stressed i've been because of this?"

"okay... the truth is, i like you too," y/n confessed, letting out a sigh, "i didn't think you liked me so.. i tried to distance myself from you. it's stupid i know, i was just confused.. and scared."

"i didn't want to lose you as my friend, but i guess my idea wasn't the smartest way to go about it.." she admitted, giving a slight smile to gyuvin.

"you idiot.. how could i not like this face?" gyuvin muttered, cupping y/n's face while smiling, "there's not one day where i don't wake up and think of you, y/n. i really, really do like you."

"i like you too," y/n responded, pulling the boy in for another hug as she wrapped her arms around his waist, "and i really missed talking to you too. do you know how hard it is to not have anyone to talk to everyday?"

"atleast you didn't have to put up with junhyeon and gunwook," gyuvin poked fun at, hearing y/n's small giggles that were muffled.

"so what do we do now?" y/n asked, slowly releasing herself from gyuvin's grip although she didn't want to let go of his warm embrace.

"i don't know, how do people do this boyfriend-girlfriend thing?" gyuvin scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what to do next.

sure, their feelings were now 'figured out', but there was still one question. what was next? the two liked eachother, but what the heck were they supposed to know about relationships? they had no experience whatsoever. so what was next?

"well, let's start small then?" y/n initiated, putting her hand out in front of gyuvin, "would you.. like to go out with me sometime, kim gyuvin?"

"i thought you would never ask. i would love to do that, l/n y/n," gyuvin cheekily smiled, intertwining their hands as y/n slightly pulled him forward so that they could walk together.

maybe they didn't know what was next. but that was okay, because they could find out in their own — most likely weird — way. they were together now and that's all that mattered now.

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bellarkeselection · 4 months

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Our Little Kenobi

Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

This will be a mini series like you asked 😁

Rushing to the bathroom I didn't even get the chance to remove my lightsaber and my robe from my body because the sickness was coming on so quickly. Holding onto the toilet I puked what I had ate in my stomach feeling out of breath afterwards. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and it was the third time I had gotten sick. Wiping my hand across my mouth I gagged on the taste leaving the bathroom once I had finished. Finding my communicator out of my robe pocket I thought of the first person I could call who wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Padme, can you come to my room please?”

“Of course. Do you need anything specific?” She asked me appearing as a blue hologram.

Running my fingers through my hair with my freehand I whispered under my breath almost like somebody else was listening on the other side of the door. “Could you uh…could you bring me a pregnancy test. I can’t have the medical droids look I into this. They can’t keep a secret if there is something going on.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” She hung up the call making me more nervous just waiting for her to come over.

Pacing back and forth across the floor frantically trying to calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. This couldn't be happening to me. I was a Jedi knight and a leader of one of the clone armies. There was a war going on all on top of it. I heard three knocks on the door before I opened the door quickly. “Come in, Padme.”

“Here it is. Why exactly did you need one?” She asked and I knew that she would after she told me about her and Anakin sneaking around.

Taking it from her hands I went into the bathroom quickly doing the test since the waiting was killing me. Sitting on the toilet I just stared at the test in my hands thinking that my life was now screwed. “Padme, I'm going to be forced out of the order.” I croaked through tears feeling her presence in the doorway of the bathroom just watching me.

“I thought Jedi were encouraged to love. That's what Anakin told me.” She responded.

Lifting my head up I felt tears building up. “But you're sneaking around aren't you. It's exactly what me and Obi-Wan are doing…stars he's going to be upset over this.”

“Maybe he will want the baby.’ She tried being hopeful. “Wait a second I should be asking do you want it first?”

Dropping my gaze to the ground floor silence filled the entire room at that point. I didn't know how to answer her question. Being a member of the Jedi order meant that things like love, marriage, and children were out the window. Gripping my hair in my fingers I screamed dropping the pregnancy test on the floor at my feet. “I don't think I can do this, Padme. I can't…I'm not prepared to be a mother. I barely even remember my own parents after the council found me. And then there's Obi Wan…he…I have no clue what he will feel.”

“Have you ever talked about the possibility of having kids with him if you weren’t Jedi knights?” Padme came into the bathroom and sat down beside me on the floor.

Burying my face into my knees I croaked. “We took an oath, Padme. No marriage, no children, no possibilities of going to the Dark Side.”

“I’m sorry Y/n. But I am here for you and whatever you decide to do.” She placed a hand on my shoulder and we both just sat in silence with me thinking back to that night between Obi wan and I.

Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly. He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/n. You can look if you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…have you ever done this before.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “Woah….you look just wow.”

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my darling. You are perfect.”

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. We can do this together, the both of us. Since….I haven’t done this before either. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

“I want you. I want you, Obi.“ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

Obi wan nodded his head slowly brushing some hair out of my face just admiring my face in the small light that was provided by the bedside lamp. “I want you just as much as you want me.”

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. And that was the most enjoyable night of our lives.

I decided after a few days later to finally tell him what was happening. He deserved to know the situation so that we could figure out what to do next together. Standing out of his door I sucked in a shaky breath raising my fist and knocking three times on his door where it opened slowly for him to greet me. “Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“We need to talk…alone. If you have some time before our council meeting.” I almost whispered under my breath before he allowed me to come inside.

He shut the door behind himself, raising a brow. “What is going on, darling?”

“Did you remember the night we shared together? Well something I thought wouldn’t happen ended up actually happening.” Fiddling with my fingers in front of me I lowered my gaze to the ground trying to not show how terrified I was.

Obi wan was a much sharper Jedi then I thought I was though when he takes a few steps towards me. “Y/n, if something is making you nervous you can tell me. You know that right. So what is bothering you?”

“Obi, please don’t be upset. I already don’t know what I am going to do with the result. I can’t handle it if you rat me out and abandon me.” I lifted my head showing him my face was turning red with heavy tears coming down my cheeks.

Obi touched my shoulders, shifting his blue orbs down to my eyes. “Darling, please tell me what is wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“I….I’m pregnant.” I croaked out lowering my head into his chest sobbing. “I’m pregnant with your child.”

The Jedi master froze for a moment so unsure of what to say. He was in the same position as yourself. He knew that the council wouldn’t allow you to remain in the temple. Yet he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist holding me gently letting silence fill the room until he finally separated the hug. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/n.”

“Wait what…are you being serious?” I sniffed clinging onto the fabric of his brown cloak for strength and his arms were still around my waist holding me close to his embrace.

He moved one hand to cradle the side of my face feeling me lean into his palm when he replied longingly. “I said I won’t leave you because you're pregnant. I know the risks that it means for us. But I’d be the biggest idiot if I left you over something we both consented too.”

“You have no idea how much of a relief that is to hear you say that, Obi wan.” I chuckled through tears with such relief off my shoulders as I fling my arms around his neck hugging him tightly but gently.

He tightened his grip around my waist, burying his face into my loose hair. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that he would be a father, he was terrified since he didn’t remember his own much. Yet there was more joy in his mind than fear. “I have been considering this for a long time. I guess you finally gave me the courage to do so…”

“What are you talking about…omg.” I gasped covering my mouth watching him lower himself down on one knee directly before me.

He revealed a tiny black box from inside his brown robe, opening it showing me a simple silver ring that had three jewels in the middle of it. His bright blue eyes poured up into mine. “Y/n, I love you. I know that we are told not to get attached to one another but I couldn’t help it. You are everything that I never knew I wanted until we started spending time together. This baby doesn’t want me to run away from all of that. It makes me want to stay by your side even more. So will you marry me?”

“Oh Obi Wan….yes.” I giggled letting him slide the ring on my finger getting to his feet. He cupped my face in his hands kissing me for the first time in a few days. I leaned up on my toes kissing him back.

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