#and it makes me so mad bc my name is beautiful in my eyes

[kamaluhkhan]

you are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad)

pairing: young!coryo snow x fem!reader

summary: clemensia dovecote has a theory that you and snow are destined for an enemies to lovers arc. you're sure it's completely, absolutely not true...right?

warnings: 18 + smut; biting + mention of blood ; both reader and snow are not the best ppl and have some very classist/elitist opinions

a/n: finally!! i wrote one of the ideas that has been haunting me ever since i've been back in my hunger games obsession + watched tbosbas...needless to say this will likely be a series inspired by taylor swift's reputation album. also i am so sorry this is unedited bc ofc it's 3am when i had the motivation to write this but i hope y'all enjoy ♡

i've had enemies so intense it felt like love, so mutual it felt romantic (chelsea hodson)

"what in the name of all the gods is he doing here?"

you're practically seething when coriolanus snow walks into your foyer. he's wearing an ensemble made with crisp white silk and intricately embroidered with gold thread - elegant, eventhough its silhouette would have been fashionable last year. a single white rose sits in the pocket of his jacket. he surveys the crowd, like he's calculating who's most worthy of his attention, platnium blond hair perfectly curled and practically glowing under the light of the chandelier. he looks beautiful, almost angelic.

you absolutely hate it.

"oh, i invited him," clemensia dovecote informs non-chalantly.

coriolanus makes eye contact with you from across the room, and you turn your head sharply to your best friend.

"why would you think it was okay to invite him?"

clemensia smiles mischeviously, grabbing two champagne flutes from a passing silver tray. she hands one to you.

"i know the two of you have your petty squabbles — "

"they are not petty, nor are they squabbles," you grumble, taking a sip of your drink.

your contempt towards coriolanus was perfectly reasonable and absolutely mutual. he had some ridiculous notion that snow had to land on top, that it was his right to be there instead of yours. your relationship, if you could call it that, was limited to nothing more than snide remarks, sarcastic comments, and scornful stares. you both hyperaware of the importance of keeping up appearances, but the older you got - the closer to life outside of the academy and the higher the stakes - the more any sense of civility between you two faded. just earlier this week, you'd gotten into such a heated debate about the best way to increase viewership for the upcoming 10th annual hunger games, that your professor excused you both from the class early due to the disruption. it seemed that no one knew how to make you burn with anger quite like coriolanus snow.

clemensia rolls her eyes. "whatever you want to call it, i actually think the two of you would get along if you really tried."

one of the things you admired - and, frankly, loathed - about clemensia was her determination to always prove herself right. she had this theory - one you would call ludicrous - that the tension between you and coriolanus had nothing to do with academics or status and everything to do with wanting to rip each other's clothes off.

your eyes catch coriolanus' icy blue ones again and you down the rest of your drink. obviously, clemensia was wrong about this. so, very wrong.

"well," you huff, setting your empty glass down on another silver tray that passes by. you brush invisible dust off your dress - a deep red lace, short and form fitting with exaggerated long sleeves - and add: "you'll be lucky if i invite you to my next party."

clemensia might have had the sense to apologize then, but you walked away before she had a chance.

you allow yourself to weave through the crowd, greeting every guest with an equal facade of enthusiasm and grace. you smile as brightly at one person as you do the next, showing off your newly bleached teeth and making sure that everyone feels special. silver trays of food and drinks appear and reappear throughout the crowd, being carried by nameless waiters. there's a table overflowing with gifts concealed by crisply folded wrapping paper - you expect at least half of them will be worthless.

you put up a good front, but soon enough your lipstick needs reapplying and your hair readjusting, so you briefly excuse yourself lest anyone notice a crack in your perfectly constructed image. the door to your room is slightly ajar, and you open it to reveal none other than the person you'd deliberately, but not so successfully, tried to ignore all night, his white silk shirt stained a dark crimson that happened to match your dress.

coriolanus was furious when he found out you'd invited the entire graduating class, except him, to your birthday party. you'd even invited sejanus. it wasn't that he particularly wanted to celebrate you, of all people. you were the most brilliant, biting, enfuriating person he knew, but to be excluded in such a way was insulting. when clemensia extended him the invite, he jumped at the chance to prove to everyone, to you, that he belonged here. tigris curated his outfit, and it would have been perfect had arachne crane, vapid creature she was and ever the lightweight, spilled an entire glass of red wine on him. he hurried away before anyone could see him in such a humiliating state. coriolanus is in the middle of calculating his options when you walk into what he now realizes is your bedroom.

you don't say a word at first. you haven't said one to him all night. instead, you close the door behind you and your eyes graze his figure.

"you show up to my party, late no less, and now you're parading around in what looks like a bloodstained shirt that is far too outmoded to be appropriate attire for this occasion," you remark, displaying that signature fierceness. "are you trying to ruin my birthday, snow?"

"don't blame me," coriolanus scoffs. his shoulders tense and he makes a point to stand up a bit straighter. "blame arachne for not being able to hold her alcohol while she's complaining about the food."

"oh?" you raise an eyebrow. "what did she say?"

"something about people in the districts having better options."

"vapid bitch," you mutter under your breath. you walk over to your closet, disappearing for a few seconds before bringing out a fresh shirt. you extend it to him, but he doesn't take it.

"i can't very well have a good time when one of my guests looks like he just got killed in the hunger games," you huff. "so either you put this on or your leave my party. now."

coriolanus holds your gaze, his jaw clenched, before giving in and taking the shirt from you. he goes to undo the buttons of his shirt, but stops when he notices that your eyes never leave him.

"some privacy would be nice," he says sharply.

you roll your eyes, muttering something about it being your house and your room, before sitting across the room at your vanity. as he undresses and throws his soiled shirt on the floor, coriolanus watches you closely. you meticulously apply lipstick, the shade of red almost as dark as your black nails.

you were attractive, there was no denying that, but ultimately dangerous. because you weren't carelessly cruel like arachne, nor did you wear your heart on your sleeve like sejanus. you didn't use your family's status as an excuse to avoid hard work like felix, nor were you a spineless know-it-all like clemensia. no, you were different from the rest. you had a fiery ambition and a sharp tongue, a wicked streak with just enough charisma to lure people in. sometimes when he thinks of you, coriolanus recalls stories his grandma'am once told him and tigress, about sea monsters who would tempt sailors with their bewitching voices and enchanting beauty, enticing them to risk everything - to jump into the ocean and never be relevant as anything more than a midnight snack. you were a constant, suffocating reminder of how quickly he could lose everything if he lost control, if he gave in.

coriolanus watches you set down the tube of lipstick before picking up a compact. you lightly brush the shimmery powder inside over your face to accentuate some of your gorgeous features.

the desire that burns throughout his body now has to be a side effect of the few glasses of liquor he managed to drink, allowing himself the appearance of having a good time alongside everyone else without losing control.

your eyes leave your reflection momentarily, and you finally catch coriolanus staring at you. you wink at him from across the room just as he's finished with the last button. the way you look at him makes the collar of his shirt feel tighter.

he can not give in....but what's the harm in admitting, just for one night, that he would let you drown him? devour him? beg on his knees to give you pleasure, and then thank you after the fact?

coriolanus clears his throat. "this feels wrong. i should be the one gifting you with a new shirt. it's your birthday, after all."

you let out a breathy laugh, setting down your makeup. you walk over to him, until there are only a few inches between you despite the vastness of your bedroom.

even you had to concede that coriolanus snow had such a gorgeous face for such a vicious person. you're infuriated by how elegant he looks now, in your shirt. your hands busy themselves in smoothing down his already perfect collar and you take note of the intensity of his heartbeat. you notice the way his jaw remains clenched, his posture stiff, his skin flushed. you realize that he must be trying so hard right now to retain his composure around you and you feel something that can only be described as triumph.

you smile at him, sickly sweet, and remove your hands from his body. "the best birthday present i could get is winning the plinth prize over you, snow. we both know you're not good enough, let alone better than me."

he hesitates slightly before responding.

"sorry, valerius. that's the one thing i can't give you. is there anything else you'd want from me?" he whispers, words dripping like honey.

"that depends, is there anything you want from me?"

he hums, moving his hand to cup your cheek. he begins to trace your lips with his thumb, ruining the look you had so meticulously crafted.

if only you knew.

"you're the birthday girl, sweetheart," he chides. "i'm supposed to be the one giving the gift. you do know how birthdays work, don't you?"

he's mocking you, you know that. he's trying to make you feel weak and small. you had the power a second ago, his heartbeat in the palm of your hand, and normally you wouldn't stand for him turning the tables. you'd push him away, storm out the door. but right now all you want is to tug on his perfect blond curls, to bite the smirk off his lips. maybe it's the way he's so close and can't seem to take his eyes off your lips or the calculated amount of wine you drank that's made your head a bit foggy, made you put your guard down. made you start to entertain the idea that maybe possibly clemensia's theory had some truth to it.

"why don't you surprise me?" you suggest.

coriolanus surges forward and kisses you with such ferocity, he might as well be a man starving. teeth on teeth on tongue. you instantly tangle your hands into his hair, pull on some curls just to see what he'd do. he retaliates by biting down on your bottom lip, hard enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the remnants of honeyed wine on his lips. you whimper and pull away slightly. he holds your face firmly between his two hands, so you cannot go too far.

"sorry." but he smirks, and you know he doesn't really mean it.

eventually, you've both stumbled onto the bed half-naked. coriolanus positions himself above you, effectively caging you in with his arms and legs. you take note of his lean thighs, his bare torso with skin taut around his bones. you're almost taken aback by how frail he looks - like a malnourished teenager from one of the districts. you reach out to trace the outline of his ribs, your nails scraping against his skin, and he shudders. your hand moves lower, teasing the waistband of his underwear. he stops you before it slips underneath the material.

instead, coriolanus begins to indulge in his deepest fantasy. he kisses and sucks and bites down your body, his tongue trailing down your chest, over your breasts and around your nipples, across your stomach. he laps up your soft whines, the curses that tumble from your lips for him to do something more. you sink further into the silk sheets when he arrives between your thighs. you raise your hips, desperate to find any sort of relief, and you feel his nails dig into your hips.

"patience," he teases, his breath fanning over where you needed him most. "so needy." you could practically feel coriolanus roll his eyes.

"i swear to god snow, if you don't do something soon. i-i'll go find someone else to fuck me. felix, or maybe sejanus --"

you yelp when his teeth sink into your inner thigh. he looks up at you, eyes the darkest blue you've ever seen them.

"don't," coriolanus warns, and he gets back to work, lips actually arriving at where you needed them most.

after you've reached your high, he comes back up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. when he pulls away, you take note of how his lips and nose shine with remnants of you. the way he looks at you while he licks his lips shows you that he wants more. you move your hand down, and you're deeply satisfied when you feel him half hard, already sticky with his release.

"oh." you smirk. "you already finished."

his eyes widen, skin flushing pink. you could feel his heartbeat grow faster above you. you could imagine he was debating the best way to restore his dominance from before. yet, here he was, nothing but a horny teenage boy who came untouched as he was eating out his worst enemy. you find it in you to not call him pathetic, but instead decide, in your post-orgasm haze, you find it endearing.

"i-i didn't mean to, but --"

"i'm just that sexy when i cum," you suggest, running your hands through his curls to calm him down. "how about we try again, pretty boy?"

soon enough, he's sitting up with his back against your headboard and your legs wrapped around his waist, his length fully nestled into your warm cunt. coriolanus' blunt nails graze your hips, moving lower to your ass to guide you with each thrust. you love seeing him underneath you, seeming completely mesmerized by how your breasts bounce up and down in front of him. he leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, but you beat him to it. you bend forward and suck bruises onto his skin, everywhere and anywhere: underneath his chin, across his collarbone, where his neck meets his shoulder.

his moans are so loud, and you're sure he's not going to last much longer. you're also worried that some of the other party guests might catch you, so you pull his head away from your shoulder and crash your lips back onto to his. you swallow his moans as best you can, tongues fight for dominance, but he lets out a deep groan, and lets you win. you bite down on his bottom lip just as you reach your climax, causing him to let out a deep groan once more.

you gasp when he suddenly flips you over, pulls out of you and stokes himself a few times before painting your body with his release. coriolanus all but collapses on the bed beside you. you're both breathing heavily for a few moments, on your backs looking up at the ceiling, before he turns on his side towards you. coriolanus trails hs fingers down to your abdomen, sticky with his cum.

"i told you: snow lands on top."

"was that a joke, coryo?" you guffaw, genuinely surprised at the mischievous but playful glint in his eye. a bit surprised at yourself, too, for using his nickname that you'd so carefully avoided. you had to remind yourself that he was still the same coriolanus snow you'd grown to hate.

the boy tangled in the sheets beside you, his messy curls translucent under the light of your chandelier, his skin glowing with sweat and decorated with lipstick and rose-petal bruises. the boy who now smiles at you with dazzling blue eyes, leans closer and whispers:

"don't get used to it. it's a special occasion." coriolanus kisses you sweetly, and you shiver before he adds: "happy birthday."

this boy in bed with you now is the same manipulative, power hungry snake who would stab you in the back if need be. and, the truth of the matter is: you aren't much different, either.

you get up to grab his wine-stained shirt, use it to wipe off his release and toss it back down to the floor.

his eyes follow you the entire time, even as you come back to straddle him again. almost instantly, you feel him harden underneath you. you hold his head in your hands, kiss him deeply, tease his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away.

"snow lands on top, huh? not for long, if i can help it."

#posting this again bc tags are being weird... #but please enjoy!! #coryo snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coryo snow x reader #coryo x reader #tbosbas #the hunger games fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #thg #saf writes #inspo: these violent delights have violent ends #Spotify #snow x reader #snow x you

[agentmarvel]

Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

#john price x reader #john price x you #john price imagine #john price headcanons #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick imagine #kyle gaz garrick headcanons #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #johnny soap mactavish imagine #johnny soap mactavish headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley headcanons #jj writes

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - eyes don't lie

a/n: as @moonswolfie said, this man has me wrapped around his finger, so here's another tsukki fic^^ i wanted to post it earlier, but bcs of school i sadly wasn't able to do that

summary: tsukishima definitely isn't jealous. or is he?

warnings: none

tsukishima's eyes were always glued to you.

his world revolved around you ever since you were little. although distant and dry at first, tsukishima seemed to take keen interest in your person almost immediately. he was lucky enough to end up in the same high school and class as you, even more lucky when he found a handwritten love letter in his locker, the writing obviously yours.

his eyes would glint whenever they landed on your frame, his lips always curving into a small, barely noticeable smile. yet this time, his look was completely different.

he looked annoyed, almost mad as he stood in the corner, his back against the wall as he carefully scanned the situation. the music was quite loud at the party, the house spacious enough to fit too many people for tsukishima's liking. it wasn't his party, of course; if it were up to him, he wouldn't be here in the first place. but something about your sweet, slightly pouty face while you asked him to accompany you was enough to convince him.

and now he was left watching as none other than kuroo tetsurou shamelessly flirted with you, talking and laughing at the other end of the room.

he seemed so irritated he didn't even notice his best friend standing right beside him, the freckled boy trying to contain his laughter upon seeing tsukishima's expression.

'ah, tsukki, you look even more grumpy than usual.' yamaguchi said, a small giggle leaving his mouth when his friend turned to face him, his expression so funny he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. 'i've never seen you so jealous.'

'i am not jealous.'

'right, and my name's hinata shoyo.'

tsukishima rolled his eyes, well aware that yamaguchi was, in fact, right. he was jealous beyond belief, almost to the point of making his blood boil. but it wasn't without its reasons.

you were beautiful, and not only in his eyes. many people from your high school, as well as outside of it, found you attractive, and due to this specific factor, tsukishima was afraid of someone swooping in and taking you away from him. no matter how many times yamaguchi assured him that you're not interested in anyone else, there was always a voice in the very back of his head telling him otherwise.

but still, he didn't utter a word to you about it. ever. he didn't want to show any weakness, brushing it off for the time being and pretending like he's not, in fact, quite hurt.

his eyes landed on you once again, his expression softening a bit when noticing you walking in his direction, a bright, wide smile gracing your face.

'i finally found you.' you said, tsukishima immediately noticing the sparkles in your eyes the moment they met his. an almost unnoticeable smile appeared on his face, his hand gently patting the top of your head, fingers brushing through your soft hair. 'want to go get some fresh air?'

the blonde hummed, nodding in response as you quickly grabbed him by his hand, almost dragging him to the nearest exit with a big smile on your face.

upon leaving the building, tsukishima laid his back against the wall, eyes glued to you and carefully scanning your every move.

'what're you thinking about?'

his head tilted to the side, a small mumble leaving his lips.

'nothing.'

hearing his answer, you sighed, walking up a few steps to stand right in front of him, a semi pouty look on your face. your hands went up to cup his cheeks, immediately scoring a theatrical groan from him, the boy trying to hide that he obviously liked whe  you did it.

'i don't believe you. you seem deep in thought.'

'what were you and kuroo talking about?'

tsukishima's eyes were focused on yours, his gaze gentle. and yet there was something in the way he looked at you that indicated something wasn't right.

'oh, we just talked about volleyball, what he's been doing after graduating high school, and- wait.' you stopped in the middle of the sentence, making a face that ysukishima couldn't quite decipher; something between an excited and mischievous look. she took a deep breath, her grin growing bigger with each second.

'are you jealous?'

'no, i'm not.'

'yes you are! i knew it.'

'no, i'm not.'

'you are.'

'i'm no- alright.' tsukishima sighed, admitting defeat this time. 'maybe i am. but it's your fault.'

you furrowed your brows, trying to understand what he meant by that. tsukishima saw the expression of yours and almost immediately continued talking, a short but sweet explanation.

'you're too pretty, one day someone's going to steal you from me.'

he didn't expect you to laugh in response, standing up on your tip toes to give him a quick, sweet kiss on the lips.

'it's cute.' you said, giggling at your boyfriend as you saw his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. 'but i'm not going anywhere. there's only one guy in this world who i view as a life partner.'

'and who would that be?' tsukishima asked, a nonchalant tone as he played dumb just to hear the answer.

'you, idiot.'

the blonde boy smiled, and this time it was a genuine one, that would only appear on his face when around you. he ruffled your hair playfully, laughing when you got annoyed about him ruining your hair.

he looked over to the sides, smiling when realized it was just the two of you. he quickly leaned down to kiss you, hand resting on the side of your face.

'i love you.'

you smiled into the kiss upon hearing his whisper, pulling back for a second to look at his face. she wrapped her arms around him tightly, trapping him in a hug.

'i love you too, you know? and i don't plan on going anywhere.'

taglist: @moonswolfie

#tsxkkis #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #karasuno x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

[mywifealhaitham]

pre release boothill relationship headcanons!!!

a/n: I'm fiending off crumbs... I've wanted to read some x reader of him but theres none so I gotta write it myself. I hope the other 4 boothill fans enjoy

warnings: gn!reader, like 2 gendered pet names (pretty girl/boy), most of this is written with bias because we don't have alot to go off, obviously written prerelease, when we actually get content of him I'll definitely be rewriting

LEAKS AHEAD!!!

bc: Valentine_DD_ on twt

- Boothill is described as a righteous person if his bottom line doesn't get crossed, so he definitely treats you good. probably more on the protective side when it comes to you, he's probably not afraid to use his gun if someone is threatening you.

- and believe me he's intimidating. from his overall tough and "unruly" cowboy look to his mechanical body it leaves enemies just a little challenged. he lowers his voice too and probably has a more fierce look in his eyes too. after any threats have been delt with he probably turns to you and turns into the sweetest thing ever, a wide grin across his face and his hands on your cheeks peppering you with small kisses.

- Its said he's a bit sophisticated due to his experiences so I'd like to imagine sometimes he charms you with facts and details about other planets or just genuinely sharing some tips and tricks he's picked up from other cultures. he's also a person who can get along with others pretty well but he can easily give strangers an impression he's selfish and is a bad person.

- again this kinda feeds into he's basically you'd guard dog... but I mean who wouldn't want to be saved by a handsome and sweet cowboy. despite his unpredictable personality and looks he's a huge gentleman for sure. always opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure your behind him and okay if any danger approaches and practically listens to your every command (lowkey giving off my girl and I don't argue she tells me to shut up and I do)

- one part I'm so excited to see is what they mean by he's illiterate and using metaphors. it's probably just him using slang but it's still kinda cute. I feel like his cheesy and strange metaphors turn into pick up lines when talking to you. perhaps he'll pull a "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or something cheesier. Definitely a huge nickname guy, almost never uses your real name. I'm guessing he'd use stuff like doll, sugar, baby, pretty girl/boy and more teasing names. heavy on doll and sugar and just imagine him saying it in a deep southern accent... 😍 kicking my feet. also I imagine he loves making you giggle by not cursing (because he literally cant) and normally he'd get pissed if someone laughed at him like that if it's you he doesn't mind at all.

- that's pretty much it for like analyzing the leaks I saw but now the stuff up ahead is just bias yapping because I always project

- HE DEFINITELY IS A HAND KISSER. greets you by getting on one knee, holding his hat to his chest and kissing your hand. makes eye contact with you too and does that toothy smirk of his IM SWOONINGGG

- maybe he's a dancer! pulls you into his arms and places his hat on your head when a good song plays in taverns. even if your clueless on any type of dances then he'll pull you along to the beat whispering Instructions in your ear.

- gets so lovesick when drunk it drives everyone mad. any folks he's sitting with at a bar gets a whole speech on his wonderful beautiful darling who he owes his live and would happily die by their hand. and may God save you when you come pick him up because he'll be all over you. Immediately he wraps a arm around your waist as he slurrs his hello as he proceeds to tell you he loves you like 40 times. besides the mass amounts of kisses you'll receive once you both reach a private spot he let's some feelings that he might be too shy to share normally, holding your face as he calls you his pretty girl/boy and how he's so lucky to have you.

- honestly not the best for cuddling however unfortunately he needs to cuddle you to sleep so goodluck! his metal body isn't completely uncomfortable it's just cold alot. he tries to get around this by literally preheating himself with blankets before you go to bed.

very bad boothill brainrot atm... only a few more weeks until we get official content 😭 everyone hold hands we got this

here's the actual leaks if anyone is curious ^_^

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #kiana☆posts #hsr x you #hsr fluff #honkai star rail #hsr #boothill hsr #boothill x reader #hsr leaks

[sawbiter]

kiss it better - izuku midoriya

- cws/tags : smut, oral (reader receiving), afab reader with no specific pronouns used (i believe), love bites, relatively vanilla, softy izuku bc i like my men loving, fluffy, being in love, established relationship, shy!reader, porn w/o plot, reassurance, minor insecurities (all bodies / genitals r beautiful!)

18+ content ahead; you are responsible for the media you consume online.

author's note: i had covid nd then writers block but im back for now! pls enjoy i love izuku.

-

you can feel yourself flushing slightly as izuku takes off your shirt, unclipping your bra after he does so.

hes still fully clothed (unfairly, in your opinion,) and it's honestly,, a little nerve-wracking.

“baby?” izuku snaps you back to reality, looking up at you from his spot on the floor and noticing your nerves, “we don't have to do this- I won't be mad or anything.”

his red eyes are so, so soft.

you swallow, “i want to. i'm just.. i don't want to like.. tatse bad to you,” you say, your arms crossing in front of your chest subconsciously.

he just smiles up at you, “you won't, baby. i promise.” izuku grips your hand and squeezes reassuringly, “how about,, i start off just kissing you down there? just warming you up a bit?”

you flush further, butterflies invading your stomach as you nod.

he nods back at you, before beginning to give your thighs teasing love bites, kissing them gently after he pulls off for each one.

it's teasingly slow, you feel so achy you almost wish you hadn't asked him to go slow.

when he finally, finally makes it to your cunt, you're almost gushing for him. he smiles up at you once more, squeezing your hand before beginning, giving your clit a kiss and pushing your thighs further apart for better access.

you whine lowly at his teases, your whimpers getting louder as he laps up your juices & sucks on your clit, “'zuku,,“ you whimper, your eyes teary.

“'s it good, baby?” he asks, pulling away for a moment. you nearly sob at the loss of stimulation.

“please, keep going. feels,, so good.” you sniffle, your hips twitching upwards as he goes back to it, sucking on your clit.

he inserts a finger, causing you to outright moan his name and buck your hips to meet his hesitantly thrusting fingers.

“so brave, huh?” izuku praises, his voice slightly muffled from how close he is to your cunt, “you just needed me to calm you, 'nd now you're all wet for me.”

you nod vigorously, “please, 'm gonna cum soon- don't stop.”

as soon as you announce it, it's like a switch flipped in his brain, and he's back to lapping at your cunt, speeding up his fingers as he licks up your juices like it's his last meal. your thighs lock up around his head, your fingers tugging at his hair- practically suffocating him in your cunt.

with another harsh suck to your aching clit, you cum with a loud moan, almost going limp as your thighs lock tense around his head only to go slack.

“was that too much?“ he asks, as soon as you come down from your high.

“it was great- i love you.” you respond.

he smiles, “i love you too.”

#izuku midoryia smut #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #deku smut #izuku miydoria x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku mydoria x reader #izuku x reader #izuku smut #midoriya x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bhna x you #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #izuku midoriya x you

[ushys]

⸻ miles morales as your boyfriend (earth 1610)

a/n: omfg the chokehold this gif has on me- anyway you guys do not understand how much love i have for this sweet boy 🥹 deserves the world idc idc.

- fluff, no nsfw bc he is a minor, afab reader (lmk if you guys want gn, male)

MILES LOVES drawing you. you’re perfect in his eyes and he could draw only you for all of eternity and he wouldn’t complain at all. everything about you was beautiful to him and he made sure he captured every beautiful detail you have on to his drawings.

MILES is the type to send you cute (your favorite animal) videos on tiktok because he knows how much you love em and all he wants to do is to make you happy.

WILL introduce you to his family and is happy when he finds out how easily you and his parents got along. you got along with his mom so well that sometimes you’d visit their house and mostly talk ‘chisme’ with her the entire time (he gets jealous-)

AFTER an argument, he stops by your window and drops you off flowers with a little cute note apologizing. he doesn’t know if you would want to see him at that moment so he gives you time to cool off and give you some space. he replies immediately if you were to call or text him ready to talk again due to how much he hates wasting time not talking to you.

HE likes showing you off to anyone. his friends? yes. his family? yes. strangers on the street? yes. he can’t help it if he’s madly in love.

WHEN he revealed to you that he was spider-man, he was scared that you were going to be mad at him for keeping this a secret from him for a very long time. he thought that you were going to think that he didn’t “trust” you but when you were actually ecstatic finding out instead of upset, his worries all vanished as he smiled and hugged you.

WILL have a whole playlist dedicated to you. he likes to listen to that playlist when you aren’t with him, yk so he could daydream.

IS completely oblivious when you’re jealous. if you catch him talking to another girl who is clearly into him, you’d be upset in which miles would ask you about but you would just mumble “it’s nothing”. hearing this, miles thinks back to the entire morning wondering if he did something to make you upset. when you finally tell him, he quickly reassures you and says “i don’t feel anything towards any other girl who isn’t you. i love you and only you ma.”

IF it’s late at night and you can’t fall asleep, miles would come over with his spider-man suit on and picks you up, and swings to different buildings. then, you guys would land on a rooftop with a clear and beautiful view of the city at night and by the edge you guys would sit down, while miles pulls you in close to him, head on his shoulder, admiring the sight of the skyline. “it’s so pretty” you say. “not as pretty as you cariño”

MILES used to think that pet names were lowk cringey, but when he started dating you, everything changed. now, he calls you “mi amor” “baby” “my love” “cariño” “preciosa” “babe”

HE can not flirt if he wanted to flirt on purpose. he gets awkward and shy like 🫣🫣 this one time before you guys started dating, he wanted to make a move on you by saying “hey y/n, a-are you fr-from tennessee? cause you’re the 1 f-for me- wait no that’s not right, wait what was it again? i u-uh never mind.” and he scurried off before you could even say anything. “the fuck-“

WHEN you guys go on the train, he would pull out his airpods and give you one of them while you guys listen to one of his playlists (ahem the playlist he made for you but shh you don’t know that.)

IF you don’t do graffiti art, miles will take you to one of his secret locations and teach you how to draw certain things and praises you for trying your best. once you get better at it, you guys start going to his secret location more often and you guys just spend hours spray painting.

LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddling with you. literally one of his favorite things to do with you. he loves just having you in his arms knowing you are safe and sound with him. your soft and warm skin making him wanting to fall asleep because of how comforting it feels to just have you there with him. what he loves the most is having your arms around him holding him close while his head lays on your chest, listening in to your heartbeat knowing you really are there with him and that you are his and he is yours.

TAKES random and silly pictures of you just to send them later to you after you guys hung out and texts you saying “this one is my favorite.”

HAS a picture of you on his lock screen and his home screen.

that’s all for today, im tired and imma go and day dream about this boy :p

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales #miles spiderverse #miles spiderman #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #miles x you #miles x y/n #miles x reader #earth 1610 miles x you #earth 1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles morales x you #nah imma do my own thing

[whitmore]

fitmc madagio lore full transcript under the cut bc it’s so so interesting and also for community archival purposes

FIT: I saw you 200 blocks away. You aren’t sneaky.

FIT: If you’re new, I have nothing for you.

FIT: Here, it’s every person for themselves

FIT: Now, fuck off.

FIT: Still there?

FIT: I guess you want to learn the hard way.

FIT: ??!????

FIT: … who are you?

FIT: … what is your name?

FIT: … where exactly did you come from?

MADAGIO: Do not be afraid.

MADAGIO: Allow me to congratulate you.

MADAGIO: An ordinary human would’ve been driven to madness in a place like this.

MADAGIO: A toxic wasteland, one of the worst I’ve seen.

MADAGIO: I can see it in your eyes.

MADAGIO: Your aggression serves to hide the pain of the unimaginable horrors you have witnessed, and judging by your looks, perhaps perpetuated?

MADAGIO: I’ve been seeking someone with your level of mental fortitude…..

MADAGIO: The ability to resist both madness and toxicity.

MADAGIO: I detected the remnants of a very powerful signal in this world, so I came to investigate.

MADAGIO: I guess it would be a good place to look for people like you and I was right.

FIT: Sounds like bullshit to me.

MADAGIO: Apologies. Allow me to introduce myself.

MADAGIO: I am known as Madagio. are used to live on an island. It was one of many… All connected together by the same system. The island that was my home well….. let’s just say… things happened. Ever since I’ve gained the ability to travel across worlds, in search of skilled survivalists and deceivers, people who can hide in plain sight in extreme conditions. Judging by your age, you’ve survived here for a very long time. Perhaps you are interested in a change of scenery. If you are, meet me at the location in that book. We can discuss more there.

[BOOK READS: Meet me in the ruins of the obsidian outpost to the south. / Look underneath the red beacon. / I’ll be waiting…..]

—

FIT: That sounded like an end portal! What’s going on??!?!?

—

MADAGIO: You’ve arrived quickly, excellent. I see you noticed my friends on the way here. They are my eyes and ears; an extension of me. Now listen carefully. I would like to offer you a job Fit. One of the islands in the system I spoke of earlier is named Quesadilla. It’s a beautiful place, but it hides many secrets. Secrets that I must have at all costs. They will soon be accepting visitors for the first time in many years. right now the only way onto the island is by train. Most of the tickets have already been given out. However….. I can arrange for you to receive one. To keep your cover, you will need to act like you are on a vacation. Once you arrive on the island, I want you to start collecting information. Player data, island statistics, the emotions of your neighbors… …and analytical data on how it all connects together.

FIT: Player data? Statistics? Why do you want that stuff?

MADAGIO: In time it will make sense. As you collect it, I want you to report your findings to me. It may be difficult given the island’s current isolation, but you’ll find a way. A wasteland nomad like you traveling to Quesadilla will be very unexpected. Which is why I want you to blend in. Become friends with your neighbors. You might even know some of them already, so it should be easy. But do not form attachments, it will only complicate things. You are there for a very specific purpose. While you are on Quesadilla… I will be elsewhere, making preparations for something very important. You will have exactly one year to accomplish this task. if you are successful, your payment will ensure you have an early retirement. If you are unable to complete it in that time, I may have to help you… But let me make something very clear. Should you disregard the mission entirely… Or attempt to cheat me… I will ensure you spend the rest of your life in this toxic and vile waste land. Doomed to wander, and die in obscurity… And anyone who made connections with on Quesadilla will suffer. This is not a game to me. These, as I have stated, are the terms of this contract. If you step through the portal, it means you accept. But there is no turning back. Shall we begin?

FIT: 10 years is a long time to be stuck in the same wasteland. You know what I need? A vacation.

—

FIT: Finally, I can remember your name.

FIT: I care about the people on this island. I’ll complete the job, but you better not be using their data to do harm.

#qsmp #eleanor.txt #fitmc #qsmp madagio #i did this half by hand and half by dictation so if i messed something up please lemme know i’ll edit the post #qsmp fit #go ham w this btw i did it for the people

[sailorkamino]

Chaotic

chaos in us masterlist | moodboard

relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so

Before you even met Steven, you felt him. 

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird. 

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)

"Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

____

It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.

And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

____

taglist: @jallerentrags @huitzilinthebudgie3 @wintergirlsoilder2 @dreamerkim @jupitersmoon167 @n1ght5h4d3-24 @darkened-writer @sunipostsstuff @bex-tk1 @musicconversedance @nemtodd-barnes1923 @thegotfangirl @your-frenly-emo-rat @dadstarkblacksoul @certifiedhunter @tagakalat @galactic-galabee @yoongiwithglasses @theyaremorethanjustfictional @booksandbenbarnes @faefanatic @ness-is-vanillabean @lovesickollie @kemisuu @missdragon-1 @ristare @jck-r @brekkers-desigirl

if ur name is highlighted i couldn't tag u :(

a/n #2: i've never had such a long taglist! thank you for giving my work so much love before i even posted it🥹

#steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant fluff #moon knight fluff #platonic khonshu #khonshu x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x witch!reader #steven grant x avenger!reader #marc spector x witch!reader #marc spector x avenger!reader #jake lockley x witch!reader #chaos in us #moon knight #moon boys

[liyuee-qixing]

Harbinger with a kitsune gn!s/o

Tw: nothing to be worried about,reader is 500 y/o bc Kitsune,Reader is a tease,Taking bath together in scaramouche part but nothing too specified,reader wear hairpiece on Dottore part

Character included: Scaramouche,Dottore, Pantalone

Synopsis: You're a Kitsune that strangely work for the tsaritsa instead of the electro archon due to a contract between tsaritsa and ei. You're also the tsaritsa right hand. Much higher rank than the harbingers

Note:IM NO LONGER ON WRITER BLOCK WAHAHAHAHAH,btw im very very very sick lately probably going t hospital but idk‼️‼️‼️🤯🤯,BTW THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITTING G/N READER TELL ME IF I MADE A MISTAKE

Scaramouche

He can never understand why a Kitsune like you is serving under another archons,aren't you supposed to be with ei right now?

The time his eyes met you,you gave him an annoying and strangely sweet grins,he turn his head away with a tint pink blush on his face. And oh fuck it was clearly a love at the first sight

You both have a proper conversation when you and him have to discuss something regarding ei gnosis,he couldn't focus,his mind were on you all of the time.

The way you praise him so nicely is bringing heat to his cheeks,the way his cheeks turn red in a split of second by your compliment,just by saying "good boy"

How truly lucky he is to have an s/o as beautiful as you, your sweet grins,Your Soft five tails. The way you dressed,the way your ears goes up,make him even more inlove, He's a soft lover,he never once to call you a name.

He then learned you and ei have a conflict 500 year ago,that why you didn't serve her. He feel relieved someone share the same struggle and problem like him

You were having a day off,thinking nothing will get wrong in the fatui organization,that until you heard a loud bang coming from your door,it was your boyfriend. He look furious and mad

"oh my love,what happened?"you questions him, you soon wipe the sweat on his forehead and kiss him on the cheeks to make him relax. He calmed down,his expression changed

"someone annoying bitch gave another party our information and now the plan is ruined,I swear they're going to be-"he said,back with the full rage and anger.

"how about I prepare a bath for us two,if you're comfortable of course,you can tell what happened while I was your back"scaramouche expression drop,a red blush were on his face,you two do cuddles or something more intimate but never one the idea of taking bath together come to his mind,he just scoff and nods at you

"I wish you were at work,it would've been so much better having you on my side"he mutter as you start to pour shampoo on his hair,vanilla scent,very fitting for him. He then went on about his day,before he goes unusually quiet in middle of the conversation

"lately I also have very frequently nightmares and thoughts about her, sometimes i wonder, what wrong with me"he whispered,the room goes really quiet. Only splash of water seem to be audible,you understand what he's been through,you have been through the same situation as him,you understand what he is feeling right now,the feelings of being worthless and fear

"as long as you're here with me,you'll be fine,you can pat my tail if you feel anxious"you said, leaving kisses on his cheeks. (Mommy issues Scara lmao)

Il Dottore

Man without respect sorry not sorry, he's a high Ranking Harbinger himself so he often he doesn't treat anyone with respect,not even Pierro. But when he saw you,he gives you on full respect (simpttore real)

Oh you need help with something,he offer you a hand, something not someone like Dottore usually do. For tsaritsa sake this man a crazy scientist,killed and abused so many child,then why does he has such a soft spot for you!? The other fatui harbingers tease him about it all day when they're all gather but he always denied his feeling that he end up bottling it

He also couldn't help but stares when he see you talking but in flirting manner with someone else,namely tartaglia and Signora

His face was a mess when you confessed you like him too,he feel like he's the luckiest man in the world that time. Sometimes he doubt do he deserves you

He's most interested with the Kitsune feature you have. He usually inspect it when you weren't looking around or is asleep,and how shocked he are when you suddenly purr. Was pretty hesitant about continuing his inspection at first but since purring mean that you're happy about it he just continue,still worried about you waking up tho.

When you assure him it fine to play with your tail and ear,he goes insane,he took every chance to pat and rub it,he sometimes even comb it and decorate it with bow bc he thought it look pretty.

It was a normal day at work, Everything was going well with getting the Electro Gnosis Plan,The tsaritsa has to be excused as soon as the meeting ended,So she ordered You And Pierro to take control for a while. But mostly it's you to take control

"those are the worksheet, nothing too Much to do,Just some yearly interviews and overall opinion on the current discussed plan, please give it to the right hand after you're done"Pierro explained while he give the harbingers the worksheet.

Pierro finished first, followed by Pulcinella and Capitano,Dottore then followed fourth

But to your surprise he doesn't just give you the worksheet,He then attend to pat and rub your ear with a high pace,this doesn't go unnoticed by the other harbinger

"Dottore,the fuck are you doing there"scaramouche question as he watch the scene. Dottore didn't instantly answer him.

"fluffy ear"was only his answer before he continues to pats your ears with a fast and high pace

"what a very specific answer,thank you Dottore"columbina sarcastically said. Never once in the harbingers life they see Dottore act like this.

"hey stop it, you're going to ruin my hairpiece,why is your opinion is blank?"you asked, grabbing his wrist to stop him from patting you

"I don't have an opinion"he said, Trying to move his hand from your grip,it impressive how you grip both of his hand with just one hand.

"go back and fix it"you finally let go of his wrist and hand him back his worksheet

"no"before he know,a strike of lightning was behind him,he only uttered a small sigh before he sat down to his chair.

"wow.. they're surely very serious at work,if I was you Dottore,I would never do something like that again"Childe whispered to Dottore,dottore still look mildly annoyed,the other harbinger just agree with him

"they're a crazy maniac sometimes,I wonder how I'm still alive,they also strach me when they're on the Kitsune form sometimes. Ugh."he sigh before he responded to childe while he start writing down his opinion

"hey I heard you"you glared at him,I guess someone will not be petting your ear for a week straight

Pantalone

He know you for so long,He treat you just the same with everyone,with respect,it just that you seem to have more respect beside the tsaritsa but it not because you're the right hand of her. He doesn't know is it because your caring attitude or was it your beautiful appearance or was it your hardworking personality,it seem like he like everything about you,and it also seem like you feel the same way about him

He's the type of guy to instantly take it to a serious relationship,he couldn't be more happier when you accept his marriage proposal. He prepared everything for your both wedding. The fanciest and most luxurious things must be served for his dear s/o.

But he couldn't help but thought about something,he has a ginger cat on his house called Mora,He wonder if Mora's Fur is softer than your or no. He never once to touch you around tails or ear before and he's worried if he do it you'll get uncomfortable

Of course you notice it,you assure it's fine,his favourite time to pats you are when you're on your Kitsune form,your ear and tails is always soft but something about the Kitsune form just felt softer.

He let you sleep on his arm when he do his work,he like the warmth you both share.

When you're off work,he sometimes ask you to accompany him to the meeting,you will sleep on his lap or arm, sometimes the meeting table. The other harbinger only can questions about it. He like it when you're around him

The meeting about to start 15 minutes later,all of the harbingers already circling the meeting table. Yet they seem to can't get their eyes off something. Your appearance, laying on Pantalone lap and asleep,ear perked up.

"err.. why is the her Majesty right hand here?, aren't they supposed to have a day off?"Signora asked, slightly concerned.

"oh yea, they're accompanying me. What? Can't I bring them with me, they're my s/o after all"he said,with the same exact smile painted on his face,the one that make the other harbingers annoyed the most. How could you fall in love with this super annoying man?! But after the meeting ended. You were called for a urgent matter. While you're gone the harbinger tend to be talking about you

"I got a question for you in the name of science,How does their tails felt like?"Dottore question.

"yeah!I always imagined it's to be soft"then Childe followed, it's seem like the harbinger Is way more interested in you than he imagine

"what a magnificent creature"Signora also seem to agree on the current topic,soon most of the harbinger start also to question it. Only those who respectful enough to know your role that didn't question it. Namely Pierro, Pulcinella and Capitano

"hey who give you the right to-"he was about to start threatening them,until you show up.

"why don't you find it out yourself"you cut his words. The harbinger was shocked by your sudden appearance. Meanwhile your lover seem to be concerned at your words

"hey,are you saying it's not a special treatment I get"he asked,eyebrow knitted together.

"no."you gave him a sly grins before the harbingers burst into laugh.

Off topic,Kagamine Len haunt me. Where my Shiho😔😔💔💔

#dottore fluff #genshin imagines #fiction #dottore x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone fluff #pantalone x you #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui fluff

[monsterinmyboxers]

jake being a little shit and reader taming him in the forest 🫶🏾

⠀⠀ humbling a brat.

pairing. jake sully x top male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. changed the format again a bit bc my lil meow meow is so hh also im adding titles bc

content. pre-established relationship, jake being a brat and a masochist, under-negotiated kinks, choking, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, degradation, praise, and a singular ‘sir’.

“didn’t know someone could be more hardheaded than me.” a laugh came from jake sully, who was smirking, showing off his fangs.

your ears would press flat against your head, eyebrows twitching out of frustration. you had transferred into your avatar recently after the war had ended, being one of the few humans that decided to stay on pandora, and are just now learning the na'vi language. even though you were doing better than expected, jake would tease you nonstop every time you slipped up. he seemed to completely ignore the fact you were doing much better than he had at first.

it annoyed you, even more than his typical bickering did. everyone could tell, neytiri sensing your increasing anger no matter how hard you tried to hide it. she thought he had taken it too far, considering how tense you became. but, you knew what he was trying to do, what game he was trying to play. you’ve dealt with him long enough to see through him.

he follows after you as neytiri provides guidance, teaching you whilst zoning out jakes taunts, something you couldn’t do. but, that was only because they were directed towards you. and with every comment, he’d brush past you, tail gliding against you whenever it could, taking every chance to touch you without a second thought.

he wanted something, that something being you. your attention. your eyes traveling his body. maybe, he was jealous of how you weren’t giving him an form of regard. your reactions were what he yearned for, and not receiving any in the last few hours was clearly something he could not allow.

so, as a result, he’d talk shit just to spite you. enrage you. make you give in to him. and surprisingly, he was successful. you were pissed off. it gave him such a thrill to see how worked up you were, glaring at him, eyes clouded with what he could only imagine was lust.

he never attempted to stop and think about if he should shut his mouth. not once. per usual, he didn’t think about the consequences to his actions.

you’d do something about that soon.

after your lesson with neytiri was over, without any hesitation, you brought jake out into the forest, where neither of you could be heard by other na'vi. hopefully.

“you really need to learn when to shut the hell up.” the sudden outburst made jakes ears twitch downward, yet he still kept that assured demeanor on display. “aw, did i hurt someone’s feelings?” it’s like he was incapable of taking anything, or anyone seriously.

“jake, i’m going to,” you were quickly interrupted, “to what? fight me? i doubt you could even land a punch. you’re still getting used to your body — i’m already settled into mine. you don’t know what you’re doing, i do.” he said more, he always does, but you just blocked him out. you focused on his face.

how his lips move, how wide his puppy eyes were, how even in this body you could still easily tell that he was your boyfriend. your annoying, overconfident, bratty, beautiful boyfriend.

you let him talk for a moment more, before running a hand up his slim waist. that made him pause, stumble over his words, ears fluttering with interest. you didn’t spare another glance towards his face, paying more attention to how his lower half swayed — as if on instinct.

“weren’t, weren’t you just mad at me?” his tone was less cocky now, yet his confidence didn’t falter. “still am.” you spoke, then suddenly shoved him against the nearest tree. he loses his footing, but fortunately doesn’t fall, grunting once his back hit the trunk.

your name was said, but you didn’t listen, rather pressing your palm against his adams apple and wrapping your fingers around his throat.

you didn’t squeeze, never dared to put more pressure onto his neck, but the mere presence of your hand there had him struggling to breathe. “what, are you doing?” his heart skips a beat as your fingers dance along where his jaw and neck connect. you had such an affect on him, and you haven’t done very much.

“you’re, a dick. you know that? so much so that i, want to push you against the dirt,” you leaned in closer, lips nearly touching his ears. “and fuck you raw.” his tail twitched, almost wagging at your words. he wanted just that, you both knew by then. and, you were going to give it to him — but in your own way.

he’d turn his head a bit, an attempt to look at you head on. it was difficult to do with the current position he was in, so you’d back up only slightly.

“what’s stopping you?” that’d set you off, amusement pulling at your lips before you pressed them against his. the kiss was nowhere near innocent, tongues clashing within seconds. that battle was won by you, his mouth submitting to yours, letting you do as you please. you like this side of him. so bratty until you confront him, a show off until you touch him, give him the treatment he wanted — he deserved.

you pulled away when you couldn’t breathe, both of you panting softly before you move your palm, one gripping his hair and the other on his hip. you rearranged this position, only pleased once his back was facing you, his cheek and hands pushed against the tree. rather rough, he thought you were, the situation uncomfortable for him. though, you didn’t really care at the moment, and honestly, he didn’t either.

he wanted to be used, that’s why he started this shit in the first place. you were so focused on something that wasn’t him, and he couldn’t tolerate it, not for long.

as he was lost in thought, you had slid his loincloth down those thighs, ones that you adored, exposing him for only you to see. it’s not like the thin piece of clothing hid much, anyway. you couldn’t see his dick, but you were sure it was hard, straining, yearning for release. that much was obvious when he whined, quietly demanding that you get on with it; as if he had any control over you or what you determine to do with him.

you almost laughed, jake trying his best to be dominant and at the same time deliberately showing off his ass, back arching and tail lifting. in his head, he still held some kind of authority, while his body presented itself to you.

you would shift his stance, spreading his legs further, then taking your middle and ring finger and placing them onto his bottom lip. at first, he didn’t exactly get the message, until he curiously opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers inside. he let out a low gag, then allowed his tongue to lick between and along your digits.

he hollowed out his cheeks, beginning to suck as if it were your cock between his lips, choking whenever your finger tips hit the back of his throat. once you thought they were wet enough, you pull them out, watching as only a thread of spit connected you and him.

he seemed disappointed as you did this. he’s learned, because of you, that he enjoys oral more than he originally thought. but, that’s a story for another time.

your dry hand massaged his hip, the other rubbing just around where he wanted your fingers most. annoyance got to jake quick, giving you a snarky tone. “hurry up.”

this sudden change in attitude was unexpected, and your eyebrows furrowed. you thought he had given up this front already, and just let you take care of him. apparently, you were wrong.

“fuckin’, come on—” he could barely get the phrase out before he felt a stinging pain on his ass. he yelped, bordering on a damn whimper. you’ve never done that before, and shit, he wish that you had.

you felt a moment of regret, not sure how he would react to that as it was a heat of the moment thing — but your thoughts were shut down quickly.

“that- that all you got?” you let out a silent sigh of relief, jaw clenching a bit before bringing your hand down again. the smack was audible, his body jolting on impact. the moan he let out was choked on, his hands now gripping the bark of the tree he was stabilizing himself on.

he readied himself for another painful sensation, but instead felt something prod at and enter his hole. as no warning was given, jakes chest forced out a keen, tensing for a second before welcoming the intrusion.

you didn’t wait to add your other finger, making the man inhale sharply. no matter how tight he was, you found a way to move in and out, not giving him a break — a moment to take air into his lungs. his mouth was wide open, not caring for any noise that escaped him, or the drool that fell onto his chin and lower.

you played with him throughout, separating your fingers and stretching him out, easily finding and thrusting onto the source of his sensitivity. you unraveled him so fast, too fast, heat building in his stomach. he had no restraint, hand going down to his dick. which you, evidently, didn’t like, spanking him once more.

“don’t you fuckin’ dare.” he whimpered so loud at your tone, deciding to touch you instead. grabbing your biceps, forearms, anything in his reach. “‘m gonna cuh-come, g-gonna come,” barely understanding the stuttered words, you hum, one that rumbled, coming from deep within your chest — effecting him greatly, seeing as he came right then and there.

this was new. you wouldn’t go this far with fingering, making him come and all. you only bothered to finger him for preparation, as requested by him. he didn’t like wasting time on things other than your dick.

jake is rather vanilla when it comes to sex, sticking with the stuff he was familiar with, especially since you were his first ever boyfriend and he was almost intimidated by the other possibilities.

though, you have been talking about how you wanted to go further, try new things, push his boundaries — with his consent. he had to think about it, but in the end, he agreed. so, you took this chance, prolonging your time together, testing both yours and his patience.

you stroked your nails along his prostate, having him experience this orgasm for as long as possible. you stopped when he became lightheaded, body slowly going limp. and as his vision was clearing, you began to pull out.

he thought you’d finally fuck him then, a toothy grin complementing his face once he was conscious enough to do so.

though, he couldn’t get too excited, since you only shoved your fingers back into him. you instantly curl them, earning a wobbled moan, and gasps of protest, “no, no, cock, need your dih-dick, n-need it,” he tried to convince you, but you paid him no mind.

“i don’t think you deserve it.” at that, he sobs. degradation was something you found interesting. you’ve never seen jake, someone so stubborn and prideful, in such a state of distress over something so dirty. you should do this more often.

it was hard to argue with you constantly abusing his insides, but he somehow managed. even though he’s lost his ego, he hasn’t lost his determination. “i’m- i’m sorry, so sorry, plea-please. was doing, for attention, didn’ mean eh-it! promise, promise, pinky prom- fuh-uck!” tears were shed, jake coughing as he inhaled his own spit. god, he was a mess.

your motions were relentless, mind wondering how many orgasms you could get out of him with just your fingers. two? three? four? you wanted to find out. yet, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, noticing how hard you’ve become over time. so, you made up your mind, wrist moving back and forth to support your fingers.

“one more, come again and you’ll get my dick.” he barely heard you, trying to regain his composure again and again and failing each time. his lack of response worried you, slowing down and allowing that demanding facade to fade away, leaning in close. “did you hear me, jake?”

it took him a few seconds, but the sudden pause in stimulation got him to concentrate. “ye-yes, sir. can do it,” the title made your tail lash side to side, lips pressing gentle kisses against his jaw. “that’s it, good boy, so obedient for me.” his body twitches, an already existing blush spreading to his ears. the check-in ended shortly, hand getting back to work on jakes approaching orgasm.

with the mix of overstimulation and you whispering praises, he didn’t last very long. “gonna, come, ah-gain, again,” no sentence was left uninterrupted, jake now relying on you to keep him up, trembling arms extending back and wrapping around your neck, nails reaching and scratching at your upper back. he needed something to grip onto, to remind himself that this was real.

yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he came again, painting the tree in front of him. you, once again, drew out this feeling of euphoria. this time, you pulled out completely, letting him calm down from his high. he breathed in deeply, something he couldn’t seem to do for the last hour, then exhaled like he was shivering.

embarrassment eventually washed over him, jake hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. “dick.” it was stifled, but you knew what he said nonetheless. “you askin’ for it or are you callin’ me one?” that earned you a smack on the arm, since that was the only part of your body he could get to.

you hum, then shrugged him off, jake landing on the wood in front of him. he clung onto the tree, using anything as leverage so he wouldn’t collapse. finally, you’d take your loincloth off, letting out a sigh of relief once you were freed of your confinements.

as expected, you were hard, pre-cum gathering on your tip. you curse under your breath, inching forward and resting your dick on jakes ass. the weight made him gasp softly, a whine following, him now using one hand to grab hold of his ass and spread himself open. you could hear how he gulped, and the unsteady sigh after. he was flushed, nothing hiding how heat spread out from his face to his shoulders. he was hot all over, really.

his eagerness made an appearance, tail whipping around like a dogs would. though, it would stop, but just to wrap around your thigh. you snort, soon grabbing at his braid, tugging at it. he lets out a string of pleas; he’s already waited so long.

you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive hum given, just to draw things out. you would come to a conclusion, mumbling a soft “alright,” before rubbing your head along his rim. he attempts to move, to try and get you into him, but he was only met with a now familiar pain on his ass. he quivers under your touch, cussing you out in his head, not having the balls to be an asshole out loud anymore.

only a few more seconds pass as you decide to give in, spitting down onto your base and rubbing it along your shaft, up to the tip. you’d then press forward, putting more and more stress onto his hole until you sunk inside.

it was a slow process, you making it that way just to tease him, watching as he took you in inch by inch, piece by piece. he heaves, feeling every vein on your cock graze his walls. and while it was torture to never know when his ass was going to touch your hips, he still had a cock-drunk smile on his face. sharp teeth bit his lower lip, biceps flexing as he gripped a nearby vine.

eventually, you bottom out, jake clamping down on you as a response. he tried his very best to relax so you had easy access, but couldn’t help it once you were fully inside him, filling him. he never wanted you to leave.

“if you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna need to ease up on the clenching.” he felt unnaturally shy, your words making his ears fold back and redden. despite that, he loosened up, expecting you to start thrusting then.

but, nothing happened.

you didn’t move, only chuckling softly as he tried to look back at you. “are you going to move?” you beat him to it, jakes eyebrows raising. he knew what you were implying.

a soft cry came from him, hips shifting before he moved away from you, half of your dick dragging out of him. he’d sink back down, moaning out loud — and repeating this action.

it was difficult to go at the faster and rougher pace that he oh so craved, as his legs couldn’t even carry his own muscle by themselves at the moment. once he gave up on being independent, his hips go even slower so he could try and talk successfully, “need, h-help. can’t, can’t do it.” he felt almost ashamed to admit it.

but, that feeling quickly subsided as you combed your fingers through his locks, the soft touch contrasting greatly with how roughly you pounded into him.

he sounded so — vulnerable. it strengthened that urge to ravage him, making it impossible to ignore. your hips switch directions, looking for that specific bundle of nerves once more. it didn’t take long to find it, jake releasing a sob once you did, your thrusts ceaseless as you practically bruise his prostate.

his body presses forward with the force you use, chest scratching the skin of the tree, but he couldn’t focus on that now. the only thing he could think about was how deep you were; the sound of himself, you, and your pelvis hitting his ass filled his ears.

you came in close, breath skimming the side of his neck while you panted, with occasional growls that you weren’t even aware of given as well. they came without your permission, as if you didn’t have power over your own vocal cords. they only turned jake on even more.

maybe a little too much, even.

cum shot out of his dick, creating another mess over his previous ones. though this time, the liquid was thinner, almost losing color. overstimulation caught on fast, jake crying out, “so much, t-too much, can’t, too muh-ch!” you shush him, your rhythm slowing in pity. “i’m right there, jake. you’ve been so good, so good. be a slut for a few more seconds, will you?” your voice held empathy, thrusts becoming shallow.

he gave a mere nod. you continue your movement, relishing in how his warmth sheathed your cock. you words were proven true, it only taking seconds for you to empty inside him, thick cum stuffing him to the brim. a final, rather weak moan was elicited from him, eyes closing as you drain yourself.

after finishing, you both pant heavily, “jake,” you spoke, nose poking at his nape. though, he didn’t respond. “..jake.” no response. “jake?” you worried that he may have passed out, but to your relief, he hummed right before you began to panic.

“you okay?” your hands rub his hips and sides, gliding down his curves, soothing him. “mhm.” he couldn’t say much else, it looked like. yet, you still decided to ask, “did you enjoy it?”

he took a moment, gulping heavily before chuckling. it was a silent one, the sole reason you knew he laughed was by how his shoulders shook. “..hell yeah.”

#fics by jj #jake sully #jake sully x male reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dom male reader #top male reader

[pink-tea]

calling txt spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader (gn)

☆ i was listening to kali uchis in the shower earlier, and something in the way she speaks makes me think of getting called sweet nothings in spanish, so naturally i thought about txt !! <3 txt for latine frfr

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

yeonjun

ღ papi

hear me out HEAR ME OUT. ik that "papi" as a pet-name has been dragged through sexualization to hell and back, but i like to think of it as something endearing :( yeonjun coming home and just crashing onto the couch, sighing and leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling, exhausted. then he hears the light tapping of your feet, hand coming to push his bangs from his face as you come into view. pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead and yeonjun melting at your touch. "hi papi, welcome home" or maybe even "papas", as if he were a dog </3

ღ mi amor

mi amor is just timeless, who doesn't like getting called my love? but i'm convinced that something in yeonjun's brain melts at the way you say it. i associate "mi amor" with a soft breathy tone, eyes filled with adoration and long kisses that say words you don't need to say. holding yeonjun's face in your hands, yeonjun letting his eyes flutter closed as you press kisses all over his face. pressing one to his pretty plush lips, sighing sweetly when you pull back to get a good look at him. "so pretty, mi amor"

soobin

ღ cariño

y'all already KNOW. soobin just loves sweet pet-names. like sure, the good natured ones get a cute chuckle from him but he's just such a sap :( you guys should already know cariño by the marias (if you don't, go listen to them, such good music!), but everytime it plays on your playlist or his he just melts because aww, you call him cariño too! pressing a kiss to his cheek when he greets you at the door. "cariñooo," you sing-song happily, tapping his dimple as you walk in, making him preen under the attention as you gush over how you've missed him <3

ღ hermoso

again, such a sap. soobin's such an amazing person, such a beautiful soul even at the times when he doesn't think he shines as much as the others :( showing him off to your friends, bragging about him all the goddamn time to the point your friends get annoyed, but how could you not show him off?! or even just gushing about a picture he posts on social media (he sent it to you already before he posted). "how can you be so perfect?! tan hermoso!" you swoon, holding the phone to your chest dramatically as soobin sputters and tries to point out that you've literally already seen it.

beomgyu

ღ guapo

beomgyu who just wants to hear you praise him sometimes, so he's adored getting called guapo ever since you told him that it means handsome. whining and pouting when you get mad or scold him, tugging on your sleeve and trying to make you forgive him because "i'm your guapo :(" and obviously it works bc he's horrible and you're weak. sitting at the sofa and beomgyu craves affection, sighing loudly and spreading himself across your lap. laughing lightly at his antics and running your fingers through his hair. "hola guapo," you hum, making beomgyu grin, "hi ^-^"

ღ flaco

he's so "mi flaco" coded shut up, or "flaquito". you literally cannot argue with me on this one i feel it in my bones. the more light-hearted one out of the two that he likes to get called, because yeah he is skinny lmao but also because the word just sounds cuter than what it actually is. the two of you being a lovesick mess, pinching his cheeks and having him smile through the pain as you tell him all kinds of sweet and sappy bs. "mi flaquito tan chulooo," and all he can do is smile and take it (it hurts so bad but he loves it).

taehyun

ღ mi vida

mi vida because he literally is my world, my life, my everything. it has the same effect as mi amor but like appropriately more dramatic. flustering him and mumbling the words "mi vida" into his skin, kissing his knuckles because sometimes it's nice to just smother tyun in adoration. taehyun trying to repay you for the sweet nickname, making google translate repeat the words to him over and over again so that he can surprise you. cuddling in bed, his head resting on your chest."soy tu vida," and he says it so softly that you don't think you heard him right til he looks up at you with bright eyes and a grin because he said it correctly (although a little broken). prompting an onslaught of praise and giggles because yes he is my tu vida :(

ღ chikibaby

oh he loves it, absolutely adores it. honestly i was torn between giving this to tae or kai, but i see taehyun just loving the hell out of it. chikibaby's so silly, it's so unserious but it's so cute. whereas the other members would probably whine, taehyun takes chikibaby in stride. it's such a contact name, he'd definitely make it his contact name in your phone (with plenty of hearts!!!). with taehyun in specific i get a lot of cute aggression, so i definitely see the cuddling in bed until you end up on top of him, taehyun desperately trying to dodge your hands squishing his face as you gush over how handsome your chikibaby is <3 oh my god that with his little growl/squeal/scream too cause he knows you're just being playful, i'm dying.

hueningkai

ღ querido

yeah, this is the one. calling hueningkai darling hits in any language tbh :( hueningkai leaning his face into your palms, smiling softly and letting his eyes flutter shut as your thumbs smooth over the skin underneath his eyes. "what's wrong, querido?" and really nothing's wrong, he's just tired. he tells you just that, letting you admire him as he melts into the warmth (or chill) of your palms. knowing that you give him such a sweet pet-name makes him feel nice, it feels personal, something that you two can whisper during your intimate moments <3

ღ papi chulo

on the flip side!! papi chulo is something he'd definitely get teased about, both by you and the rest of his friends. the main point of it being the use of "papi" in the pet-name. "but yeonjun gets called papi too!" "that's different" "no it's not!" but it really is, because papi chulo is made to sound so much more endearing than it is adoring. teasing him over the cute photos of him on your phone, mainly ones of him snoring or sulking after losing a video game. when it gets to one of his childhood photos, he hears the words "my mini papi chulo :(" for like three whole minutes. loves it though, it makes him laugh even if it's a little embarrassing in public <3

mini translation section:

ღ papi meaning 'daddy' but more 'my man' in this context, papas meaning potato but also something i see most hispanics call their cute little ugly dogs endearingly

ღ mi amor meaning my love

ღ cariño meaning dear/love

ღ hermoso meaning beautiful/lovely

ღ guapo meaning handsome

ღ flaco meaning skinny

ღ mi vida meaning my life, i use it more in the context of 'my everything'

ღ chikibaby as a term of endearment derived from the words 'chiquito' which means small and 'baby'

ღ querido meaning darling

ღ papi chulo translates into handsome daddy LMAO, but it's used endearingly in this context, more towards 'my pretty boy' but like, sexy (i can't take myself seriously)

#txt x reader #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #txt fluff #hispanic reader #gn reader #feel good #this made me really soft #this was so self indulgent and i don't regret it aaaaaa #typing on laptop kills me cause i can't use emojis

[bibbykins]

Kidding

A/N: Sometimes I go weeks of barely writing and sometimes I sit down and write this in an hour. Two wolves inside me fr lmao. Either way, here's a fun drabble that takes place in the future of THB. Thank you all for being so patient with me. I wanted to give y'all this for my bday coming up soon, so I hope it's a good present ^^ It's con crunch time for me bc my dumbass wanted to make all my cosplays, so I should be back properly come Septemberish, but I'll be here nonetheless lurking lol

Note: This is a drabble for  The Household’s Bunny series that takes place later in the timeline

Words: `1.4k

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: this one's pretty tame but still- kissing, yandere tendencies/behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy mindset/perception of love, possessive/obsessive yoongi being needy, everyone in his office being infatuated with MC bc it's fun lol

“He’s so cold.” Sumin, a software developer, shivered as Yoongi walked down the hall. 

Being scared of the CEO wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Even his stride demanded absolute perfection, not too fast and not too slow. Min Yoongi wasn’t unkind by any means, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to make anyone feel at ease. It wasn’t his fault that so many people found him intimidating or his resting face angry. He didn’t need Taehyung’s happy-go-lucky smile or Jin’s expert kindness to get things done, so why would he try? 

“Why is he even down here right now?” Ara wondered next to her coworker. 

Sumin looked at her like she was crazy before he remembered, “Ah, you’re new, that’s right.” He chuckled, “Every month Mr. Min will meet his girlfriend at the door.” He nodded towards the lobby. 

Ara’s eyes bulged, “Girlfriend?! And he meets her down here?!” She blinked wildly, “Is she just as scary–” Before Ara could properly finish her question, there you were. Even if she wasn’t looking, it would be impossible to miss the fanfare of your entrance. Soyeon, the receptionist who Ara didn’t even know could smile that wide, stood from her chair as she excitedly greeted you. 

“Bunny!” She cheered, and Ara was nearly knocked flat when you beamed at the woman and squished her into a hug. 

Yoongi had to fight a pout as he watched the scene in front of him, “How many times do I have to tell you her name is–” 

“Darling.” You cut him off, eliciting a small gasp from the workers down the hall indiscreetly watching the scene, “Be nice, she can call me whatever she wants.” You smiled at Soyeon, and Ara swore the woman was about to melt– not that she could blame her. 

“Bunny?” She let slip, catching the attention of Sumin. 

“You really didn’t do much research before starting, huh?” Sumin tsked, “That’s bunnyboop, she’s like one of the highest-earning online sex workers.” He explained and Ara didn’t know her mouth could drop further as she got a better look at you dressed in a mint green mini-dress that outlined your thick curves. The necklace you wore held a crest she recognized as being on the ring Yoongi wore. 

Yoongi similarly admired your form even as you scolded him. Every day you just grew to be more beautiful to him, and it was hard to be annoyed with your kindness towards others when you wore him on your neck. Namjoon won and got to be displayed on your left ring finger, but he couldn’t be too mad about being the closest to your heart. You were unequivocally theirs, no matter how many smiles you flashed to his employees. His eyes skimmed your dress, taking extra care when raking over your plush thighs, but he was stopped short by the familiar emerald heels you were, “I thought those hurt you last time.” He fretted and you rolled your eyes at the subject change. 

“I gotta break them in somehow.” You retorted, “Don’t worry, I got band-aids on this time.” You reassured him, but it was too late. He was already making his descent. Quick as you could, your hand shot out to his shoulder to stop him from kneeling on the floor in front of everyone, “Don’t make a scene, love.” You reminded him, “Not again.” You added with a giggle. Last time you could hear a pin drop in the lively office, and you didn’t want a rerun. 

Begrudgingly he stood up straight again and you smiled before rewarding him with a kiss to his cheek. The smile he gave you filled you with warmth, “And I can’t just carry you up to my office?” He whispered in your ear, making your face heat. 

“I can walk.” You simply said with a grin before turning to Soyeon, “Sorry we always make a scene.” You giggled and she shook her head. 

“Keeps us single people in line.” She chuckled, “See you later!” She waved as Yoongi slipped his hand in yours to lead you up to his office where he already had lunch delivered. 

You could barely wave as you struggle to keep up with him, “You’re so mean.” You teased him, and Ara could feel her breath hitch the closer the two of you got to her desk. The worker thought she was going to vomit when you stopped in front of her, curious eyes on her form. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/n.” Sumin spoke like he was talking to a queen, and in a way, he was.

You gave the man a full and genuine smile as Yoongi had to look back and scowl, “Sumin, please, I said you can use my first name at least.” You chuckled and Ara watched on in shock before your eyes flicked to hers, “You’re the new girl, right?” You asked before thinking, “...Ara?” You said her name and her knees nearly buckled. 

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Ara squeaked out and your eyes widened. 

“No need for that!” You were obviously flustered as you waved the formality off with your free hand, “I’m always happy to meet people on Miyoung’s team, she’s so sweet, and she told me you were really good.” You gushed, and Ara could hardly believe anyone calling Miyoung sweet. Miyoung was scary, not as bad as the man trying to subtly tug you away, but still frightening.

Ara still found herself smiling, your very own was quite contagious and she could see why you were so popular, “Thank you.” She managed to say without stumbling. 

You could feel Yoongi’s eyes boring into you, so you decided to have mercy, “Till next time!” You waved to all of them, and Ara watched as everyone in the hall did the same. Now that she thought of it, everyone was acting a bit weird all day. Everyone had been cleaning their desks, fixing their hair, putting on lipstick. They were even dressed a bit nicer than usual. At first, she thought it was because they anticipated Yoongi’s arrival, but it seemed they wanted to impress his girlfriend. Subconsciously, her eyes caught onto her plain blouse and she frowned, next time she’ll wear the one with ruffles. 

—

The moment the elevator doors closed, you were pressed against them as Yoongi’s dark eyes glared at you, “So fussy.” You tutted. 

“You don’t need to greet every new employee you can see–” Yoongi didn’t even get to finish his scolding before your manicured nails wrapped around his tie and tugged him down to your mouth. It was the only fool-proof way to silence him when he got worked up like this. Your mouth slotted against his while he massaged your lips with his own, uncaring of the smudging of nude pink lipstick that was undoubtedly occurring. 

Your tongues intertwined until the ding of the elevator signaled your arrival to his floor. You pulled back with a smile as you soaked in his dumbstruck face, “Hungry.” You announced before making a break for it to his office. 

Giggling like a maniac, you ran as fast as you could to the meeting room he set you up in every time for lunch. However, you were slowed down by caution for your heels and his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into him just as you passed the threshold of the room, “You’re such a brat.” He hissed into your ear as he backed you against the table, forcing you to sit on the mahogany top, “I’m hungry, but I don’t even want the food anymore.” He murmured along the skin of your neck while his fingertips slipped past the hem of your dress. 

It was tempting, and you were just about to give in until your stomach growled, breaking the tension and making both of you laugh, “You’re kidding.” You groaned as he leaned his forehead against yours with a smile, “That’s not fair, you know I get all hot and bothered when you’re eager like that.” You whined, already knowing he isn’t going to let you do anything else but eat first now. 

“Is that why you torture me so, huh?” He tested jokingly. He knew that you bewitched the whole office because that’s just how you were. You were his princess, and you acted like it. He may not like his employees being so transfixed with you, but it was hard to be that irritated when he was much worse off than they were, “Gonna make me fire this whole building.” He mumbled along your lips. You gasped, allowing him to dip his tongue in for just a moment to get a taste of you, “Kidding.” He said before pressing one long kiss on your puffy lips, “Mostly.” He winked before beginning to unpack the food. 

-------------------------------

If you enjoy my work, please consider donating to my ko-fi

#yandere bts #ot7 x reader #yandere ot7 #bts x chubby reader #poly bts au #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts series #bts fanfic #bts imagines

[codyswhitebelt]

(18+) la knight x fem! reader

my masterlist part two

pairing(s): la knight x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

summary: shaun seems to hate you. but does he?

genre(s): filthy filthy smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, little bit of angst, porn with a slight plot

warning(s): unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it fellas), swearing, pain kink, oral (male receiving), spit as lube, use of the name shaun bc that's his legal name, PETNAMES, no use of y/n!!, slight dumbification, lowk shit writing, choking, fingering, j alot of poorly written smut

a/n: nobody get mad at me for not writing requests 🙁. sex is much easier to write than an intricate fluffy story. i love you babies

“get the fuck out of my dressing room, shaun.” i state as i hear someone come through my door. “c’mon, darlin’.. be sweet to a man for once.” he grabs his chest, faking his heartache as he smacks his gum. i turn around to look at him. “can’t you tell i’m trying to get ready?” i question, pointed to the makeup laid out on my vanity. “mama, you don’t need all that makeup..” for a split second i think he’s being serious. “you could never use enough to cover up all that ugliness inside.” my heart twinges at his comment. standing up from my chair, i get close to him. “get the hell out, asshole.” i grit my teeth as i yell in his face. he turns around and opens the door. “you know you love me, doll!” he shouts as he walks out. i slam the door behind him. “cunt.” i whisper to myself.

after successfully retaining the women’s world title, i head back to my dressing room to change out of my gear. after changing, i sigh and run my fingers through my hair. sitting down, i start to take off my makeup. shaun comes knocking on the door. "come in!" i shout. he walks in and i look in the mirror and see it's him. "what do you want, dipshit?" i ask, not turning to face him. "to see you pretty lady, the sexy champ." he says, strutting over to the small loveseat. "yeah, sure.” i finish wiping my eye makeup off as he begins to talk. “how do you know?” he inquires, removing his reflective glasses. “i actually happen to think you are incredibly attractive." he gets up and walks toward me. he pulls a chair up next to me and we make eye contact. "you're beautiful, sweetheart." he cups my face. "shaun, what are you doing?" my voice barely a whisper as i move closer to him. "this." he presses his lips to mine. i kiss back softly and his free hand rests on my thigh. we break for air and he smiles at me. he pulls me back to capture my lips in another heated makeout. i move myself on top of him so i'm straddling his lap. grinding down on him, we break away for air and he attaches his lips to my neck. i moan at the pleasure as he bites down on my neck. "don't stop.." i plead as i keep rocking my hips on him. "you like that, baby?" he asks, moving his hands to grab my waist. i whimper slightly in his ear as a response. "as much as i would love to continue this here, doll, we should head to my hotel, yeah?" he suggests. i nod as he lifts me off his lap.

quickly we walk to his car and hop in. throwing my gear in the back, i buckle my seatbelt before he starts to drive to the hotel. as he drives, my mind wanders to an idea. i reach my hand over the seat and rest my hand on his bulge. "mm, what're you doin' girl?" he asks as i start to massage him through his jeans. "nothin'." i say innocently, popping the button open. i slide my hand down into his boxers and start stroking his cock. "fuck.." he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel.

stopping at a stoplight, shaun quickly pulls down his boxers and jeans enough to let his cock spring free. i lean over the seats and he lifts his arm up so i can get my head under. i start to lightly lick the tip and i feel his whole body twitch. teasing him, i swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. feeling fed up with me, shaun removes one hand from the wheel and forces my head down onto him. i gag when i feel him hit the back of my throat. "just like that, baby.. you're doing so good for me, mama.." he praises. i speed up my movements and deepthroat him as far as i can go. "oh fuck, baby. if you don't stop i'm gonna cum." he says as he pulls my head off of his cock and tucks it back in. i whine as he wipes the spit from my mouth with his thumb. "be patient, doll." he says and kisses me.

finally, we arrive at the hotel and i hop out and grab my bag. shaun comes and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. after checking in, we head up to the room and as soon as i set my things down, shaun slams me against the wall. he pins my arms above my head and kisses me. holding my arms with one hand, he slides his hand down into my shorts, rubbing my clit. i moan into the kiss giving shaun the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. he brings his hand out of my shorts to put his fingers in his mouth, only to slide them back into my shorts.

he starts teasing my clit before entering two into my aching core. releasing my hands, he lifts my shirt and i lean forward off the wall to take it off. moaning loudly, i bite down on his shoulder harshly. "oh fuck, keep doing that." he groans, curling his fingers inside of me. the sensation of his fingers inside of me is enough to have me crying. tears flow down my face as he continues. “baby, i’m gonna cum..” i whine as the pad of his thumb rolls on my clit. “oh, fuck, i’m cumming!” my nails run down his back as i squirt all over his fingers.

removing his fingers from my heat, he brings them to his mouth to taste me. "as sweet as i imagined, baby." he says. i open my arms and whine slightly for him to pick me up. "aw, does baby wanna be picked up?" he teases. i nod. "use your words, princess." he says, stroking my face. "please, pick me up?" i ask, looking at him, eyes red from my tears. he pulls off his shirt before grabbing me. my arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his torso, instinctively.

placing me on the bed, he fully removes my shorts and underwear. whining, i try to pull his head towards my core. "you want me to fuck your pretty little pussy, don't you?" he asks, rubbing my inner thighs. "mmhm." i mumble, fingers barely brushing the denim of his jeans. "mm, what's the magic word, pretty girl?" he backs away, ever so slightly. “please.” i beg, tears beginning to well up in my eyes again. “you’re lucky that i have been waiting for this for months.” he states. shaun’s jeans are pulled down as fast as possible along with his boxers.

even though i had him in my mouth before, i was nervous to have him inside me. “you ready?” he asks, hand coming up to caress my cheek. i nod but he shakes his head. “no baby. i need you to say it.” he searches my eyes for any sign of doubt. “i want you, shaun. i need you.” as soon as the words left my mouth i felt the delicious stretch of his cock inside me. breathy moans left me as he fully bottomed out. we stayed like that for a moment before he started to slowly thrust into me. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned as he sped up. “s’good shaun-“ i was cut off by a guttural moan as he grazed my cervix. “takin’ me so good baby” shaun praised as he rutted into me.

his hand came up to lightly squeeze my throat. “tighter.” i spoke, moans following my bold statement. he squeezed tighter, almost cutting off my airway. the control he had over me almost seemed to make him even more turned on. “fuck, baby ‘m so close.” i whined, small, sharp breaths being taken between the words. “that’s my girl. you’re such a good girl for me.” his hand loosened up as i felt his cock throb inside me. his hands gripped my hips as he started fucking me harder, the tip of his cock destroying my g-spot. “i’m gonna cum- fuck!” i cried out as i came undone all over him. his thrusts held steady as i came.

“where you want it, angel?” the petname made your heart flutter. “i want it inside, please.” shaun’s speed began to wane. “please.” i begged, making sure he knew i was serious. “whatever you want, baby.” his thrusts sped up momentarily before he pressed his forehead against mine, the light layer of sweat connecting. i moaned as he began to move slowly. “‘m gonna cum.” i pulled him down to kiss me harshly as he came. i felt the hot, thick ropes of his load inside me as he moaned into my mouth. my eyes clammed shut as he kept his slow motions.

we laid there for a moment before he pulled out of me, his cock already softening. when i opened my eyes, i saw shaun with a towel and he began to clean me up. “you did so good for me, mama. took me like a champ.” he smirked as i giggled. “i might actually be a mama now.” i laughed. his eyes widened. “what?” his face went pale. i started loudly cackling at his expression. “shaun, honey, i’m on the pill. don’t worry.” i reassured him, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. “oh, thank God.” he breathed.

the pill did not work. we now have a 2 year old. what the fuck.

a/n: hii thank you soo much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it as it took me so long to work up the courage to write and post this! i love you guys, have a super awesome day💕

taglist:@harmshake @cellard0ors@anomalisa92

my masterlist

#wwe #wrestling #pro wrestling #codys white belt #la knight #la knight x reader #codys white belt writes #la knight fan fic #wrote this at 3am #la knight smut #this man is fine and i’m tired of pretending like i don’t want him so bad #wwe smut

[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi love! big fan of your blog <3 if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I request hc's for a gender neutral MC who calls the obey me boys (minus luke ofc) by terms of endearment as a nickname, like calling mammon honey! love you, have a great day!

Hi anon! I'm assuming you're asking for their reactions to being called smth like that and what they'd prefer to be called? Idk but that's what I did lol. Hope you enjoy!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Lucifer:

I think the first time you use a term of endearment for him, he's just kinda like 🧍 LMAO

like it just catches him so off guard bc he's not used to it

if you call him smth serious like "darling" or "sweetie," he will blush but try to hide it

if it's smth dumb like "my honey bunches of oats," he's going to give you the most unimpressed look imaginable

definitely prefers to call you and to be called the more 'mature' terms such as darling, honey, my love, sweetheart, my beloved, and so on

Mammon:

blushes 47103784 different shades and can't stop stuttering the first time you call him one

pretends to not like them but is actually obsessed

he will legit think you're mad at him if you use his name instead of a pet name 😭✋😂

likes calling you the cheesy, dorky stuff like sweetie (pie), cutie (pie), my honey bunches of oats, sugar, sunshine, buttercup, sweet pea, and so on

he likes when you call him babe/baby, honey, sweetie, handsome, sweet thang, good lookin, and probs smth ridiculous like stud muffin 💀

Levi:

dies on the spot. rip Levi

nah but he fr gets SO embarrassed

honestly probably takes him a while to call you anything other than your name and "normie" 😭✋

when he finally gets with the program, he'd probably start out with calling you basic stuff like babe/baby and beautiful, and then might start warming up to more playful ones like queen/king or even smth oddly specific like Pudding Pop which ofc has a funny story behind it

he likes it when you call him babe/baby. And while these next ones are so corny and cheesy that it makes him want to die, he secretly loves them. Honey bun, sweetie (pie), love bug, and mayhaps even a baby boy?

Satan:

I can't decide if he'd be blushing red from embarrassment or would just be such a cocky bastard about it 😭✋

idk maybe if he was unsure about your feelings then he'd be flustered, but if he knew how you felt, he'd just be smirking as his sharp tongue went unchecked

honestly, probably uses similar terms that Luci uses, but I think he'd also use terms that are from books, poetry, and so on. Stuff like rosebud, jewel, my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, beau, dove, cara mia ("my beloved" in Italian), and so on. He'd also love to call you kitten/kitty cat/etc

he'd probably, again, like similar ones that Luci prefers. I think he'd also like things like Romeo, my other half, soulmate, my one and only, and other stuff like that. He even grows to like "old man" despite the fact that he pretends to hate it 💀

Asmo:

sigh. where to even start with this man

he's been calling you pet names since day one 😭💀

it ranges from cutie to sexy, baby to mi amor, sweet cheeks to darling, little dove to doll. it's a new one every time he addresses you I stg. It honestly just depends on what kind of mood he's/you're in, where you are, who you're with, etc.

he likes when you call him the same things, but especially likes anything that refers to his looks such as handsome, dream boat, papi, hot stuff, sexy, casanova, and so on. He also likes things like prince charming and my knight in shining armor

Beel:

my time has come

probably blushes when you call him one but then gets super happy and is just cheesin for the rest of the day

loves loves loves when you both use food ones 😭😂 sweetie pie, honey (bun), jellybean, cupcake, dumpling, buttercup, sugarplum, puddin, sugar, the list goes on 😭✋😂

I think he would also like the really sweet and cute ones too though like honey bunny, love bug, my love, darling, and so on

Belphie:

can dish it out but can't eat what he's cookin LMAO

easily calls you pet names but always gets so embarrassed when you return it. (He's probably the type to get angry when you call him something sweet or cute LMAO like his embarrassment turns into anger to cope with it anogifehdfah)

he loves calling you my moon/stars/sun(shine). I think he'd also use ones like angel, babe/baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and so on

he'd like when you call him sleepyhead, teddy bear, babe/baby, and snuggle bug. Super cheesy ones like snookums or smth like that will never fail to make him grin and chuckle

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

MASTERLISTS

More with Obey Me!

Join my discord server (I also have an 18+ one that is personal invite only. If you want access to that DM me!): https://discord.gg/qnDxJ6rr67 

Tag List: @katelynwithpaint, @babykirbysstuff, @fandomsarepainful, @lady-signora, @imhereforsmtng, @jungialo, @fanfictwarrior, @ohbbobeyme, @zeldan7, @shrynkk, @otome-otakuwu, & @styxfly ✦ if you would like to be added or removed, comment or send an ask. Also, remember to tell me if you ever change your username so I can continue to tag you :)

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

#obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #beel x reader #satan x reader #asmo x reader #asmodeus x reader #belphie x reader #leviathan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #belphagor x reader #swd lucifer #swd mammon #swd levi #swd beel #swd satan #swd asmo #swd belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff #obey me x reader fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

Series Masterlist

Previous part

thisislou:

thisislou well then... 😍

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, rass1975, 1975adam and 478,891 others

View all comments

trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, charli_xcx and 662,819 others

View all comments

trumanblack I love this

trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

↳ thisislou thank you bestie 🫶🏼

charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

rass1975 this is cute

↳ thisislou we miss you 😔

thisislou:

thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, mynamesmia and 573,183 others

🔔trumanblack shared this post to his story

View all comments

trumanblack okay ❤️

bedforddanes75 umm no?

↳ thisislou you and @charli_xcx are here all the time anyway

↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

Liked by trumanblack, rass1975, rosetintedglasses and 621,170 others

View all comments

🔔 trumanblack shared this post to his story

trumanblack happiest with you ❤️

↳ thisislou adore you ❤️

mynamesmia okay... Cute

charli_xcx you're glowing... So happy for you

carly.rh love this ❤️

mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

↳ the1975updates omg don't bc Matty got her initial tattooed on his ring finger and Charli keeps dropping hints

↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

Liked by thisislou and 7,719 others

📍the1975updates Lou liked the post guys brb just crying 😭🫶🏼

↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

75fan omg I swear to God they could not get any cuter

loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

↳ the1975updates now that's just unfair

fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

trumanblack:

trumanblack I love you with all my heart

Liked by thisislou, bedforddanes75 and 368,121 others

View all comments

🔔 thisislou shared this post to her story

thisislou I love you so much

bedforddanes75 my best friends

rass1975 okay but... I just got a bit emotional looking at this.... I'm so fucking happy for you

1975adam so proud

charli_xcx can't deal 😭🫶🏼

thisislou:

thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

View all comments

🔔trumanblack shared this post to his story with the caption "my girl"

trumanblack my pretty girl

↳ thisislou yours ❤️

charli_xcx an absolute angel

bedforddanes75 pretty best friend

rosetintedglasses and other times you look like an absolute fucking rockstar who writes songs about fucking your boyfriend

↳ thisislou damn fucking straight

↳ loufanpage I fucking love this 🤣

the1975updates Matty is so whipped... Sharing this to his story... "My girl" I'm not crying you are!

Liked by trumanblack

#the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty the 1975 #matty #matty healy imagine #matty Healy instagram au #insufferable Arsehole matty healy series #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann

[strwberri-milk]

hi! if it's okay can i request a jealous reader who gets like all mad and sarcastic to Kaeya (insecure deep inside), and his reaction because this random pretty girl was flirting and trying to make a move on him :)

im writing this in class or at least beginning it in class bc my prof told us to write stuff but i do everything early so i dont care and this is my stuff im writing hes a cavalry captain so thats close enough considering what im meant to do lol

You never have any reason to not believe in Kaeya. He's dont nothing to make you feel like you need to distrust him, knowing that he's always got you on his mind judging by the amount of things he brings you just because he was thinking of you, or the way he tries to slip into bed quietly after long days to avoid waking you.

Not only that, but he's always draping himself over your body, finding ways to make you embarrassed or show off his love for you. It's not a bad thing to him as long as it shows people that you're his and he's yours and for the most part, it works.

"Captain Kaeya!"

The two of you turn to see someone running at you - someone he seems to sort of recognise you think by the way his face shifts into moderate contemplation.

"Yes? Is there a problem?" he asks, knowing he's technically on shift right now but he just couldn't resist taking a stroll with you when he saw you leaving your shared house to run some errands.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to give you this."

They present to him an envelope, their name scrawled on the front of it. Kaeya inspects it quickly through lithe fingers, clearly unimpressed by the little sigh he gives.

"And this is?"

"A confession," they breathe out, clearly anticipating his response.

It's at this moment Kaeya suddenly remembers he's missing a warmth at his side and you yelp a bit as you're pulled into him. He presses a kiss to your lips before returning the mail to sender, smiling brightly at you as he ignores them.

"Unfortunately for you, my heart has already been stolen away. I don't intend to get it back," he purrs, making you roll your eyes.

He's ignoring them even more, vaguely hearing an apology stumble out of their lips before they run off as he presses another kiss to your face.

However, that didn't mean people still didn't try their damnedest, especially when at one of the taverns of the city. Kaeya tended to frequent Angels Share, meaning he was one of two stunning gentlemen there people wanted to sink their claws into.

Diluc's aloofness and almost coldness from focusing intently on his job made it difficult for people to broach his barrier, instead choosing to hone in on the seemingly free-spirited Captain.

You didn't go to the tavern too often, finding it was more fun to fill your time with something else and Kaeya was also just clingy enough that he made you fill your time with him. It meant that he was also drinking less now so as far as you were concerned it was a win-win situation.

But of course, this had to happen one of the few times the two of you decided to go get drinks as a couple. You weren't mad, but it was clear to him that something was wrong as you almost stormed out in the most polite manner you could manage, now staring him down in the living room.

"Hey, can we at least talk about this before you go and cool off without me? I'd at least want to know what I can do to make you feel better," he tries again, reaching for a hand only to be rejected.

"Why don't you go hang out with Claire? I'm sure she'd love more of your attention," you retort, avoiding his gaze.

"Who - you mean the woman hanging off me when you came to the bar? Why would I want to be with her right now?" he asks, puzzled.

"Are you sure about that? Because you looked pretty damn happy to be sitting there with her and all her beauty just shoved into your face! She looked this close to kissing you and you didn't do anything about it!"

Kaeya looks very confused, not even sure if the two of you were recalling the same incident. Yes, there was someone who made herself very welcome on his lap, no, he was not going to kiss her.

"Your hands were on her shoulders! Are you trying to tell me that you were trying to-"

"Push her off? Exactly that," he sighs, coming back to your side despite the fact that you turned your back to him.

"You know it's only you, don't you? Why would I go look for someone else when you're right here, waiting for me to come home?"

You know that he's got a point, still feeling a little stubborn as you keep your arms crossed and stay facing away from him. He doesn't let that deter him, instead slinking his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into chest.

"Come on, you're really going to tell me that you still don't believe me? That you don't know how much I love you?" he murmurs into your ear, beginning to trail kisses down your shoulder.

"Do I need to show it to you?" he asks, eye looking up at you from where he's bent over.

"Show me what?" you ask a little shakily, gasping when he pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You feel him shove you up against a wall somewhere, lips chasing after yours hungrily. He refuses to even breathe too long without you and you're convinced he's stealing the air out of your lungs to fill his own but you also know it doesn't matter because he's here, he's real, and he's in love with you.

"It's always you," he mutters against your lips, giving you a dazed look that's always so characteristic of him when he looks at you.

"It'll always be you, okay?" he reiterates, hands resting on your hips.

"Okay," you say softly, laughing a bit at the smile on his face.

"There you go. Remember that for me, alright hon?" he responds, kissing your cheek.

"I will."

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic