#he’d look soo hot

[probably-writing-x]

Hotter and Hotter

Summary: hi 👋🏼 I don’t know if you take any request now but I will still ask.. Can you write about the scene of the grocery when Conrad just lean on and take a sip (he was soo f hot ) and make it like more flirty and it can go like you want between Conrad x yn? thanks u ❣️

Warnings: Sexual references (Minors DNI)

Author’s Note: I’m not taking requests atm but this came through and I was inspired so maybe I am taking requests, we’ll never know xoxo

“This is the hottest it’s ever been I swear to God,” Conrad grumbles from the couch, hand resting on his chest.

“Well you try and fix the air con then, because it’s doing fucking nothing when we try,” Steven shrugs his shoulders, his head resting back against the seats of the couch from where he sat on the floor.

“You’re an engineer Steven, isn’t this like your job?” Belly points out, dragging her hair away from her face.

The air conditioning in the house had been out all morning and the temperature had been slowly rising with the sun. Now, it was stifling hot inside the house and just as bad outside too. And, clearly, the group were at their wit’s end.

“Okay, can we please stop talking about it? Like, can we talk about anything else?” You roll your eyes, your back against the couch where Conrad was laying, your head mere inches from his.

The two of you had been friends for years, ever since Belly and Steven had started coming to the summer house, you had too. The group of you were always inseparable whenever you were all in Cousins. But, before this summer, you and Conrad had realised your feelings for each other. He’d started calling you every night, texting you more and more often, and eventually the two of you spoke to each other more than anyone else. You’d both agreed, however, that is was not worth the drama for the rest of the group to know that anything was going on. You’d kept things completely private and, so far, it worked.

You’d turned up to the summer house this year terrified to see him again, and when you had done, it was like there was a weird tension that you’d never known before. There were sparks whenever he looked at you, electricity coursing through you whenever you briefly touched. You hadn’t even kissed the boy and yet all you could think about was doing so. It was driving you insane.

“Well, what else do you want to talk about, (y/l/n)?” He turns his head so that it is facing you but you keep your gaze averted away, worried he’ll make you blush.

“Anything,” You groan, “Like, seriously, it’s making it worse if all we talk about is how hot we are.”

He smirks, “You think you’re hot, (y/n)?”

You whip your head around to face him and roll your eyes, “Grow up, Con.”

His smirk remains, eyes trailing over your face as the conversation grows behind you. Jere and Belly were agreeing on getting into the pool and Steven was refusing to join them under the premise that he couldn’t find any swimming shorts in his suitcase.

“How about we head to the store?” Conrad suggests, pushing himself up to sit on the couch, “We can get some cold drinks, some ice cream, anything remotely cold.”

The group all sound into chorus of agreement and you nod too.

“Yeah, just get anything they’ve got,” You encourage, watching as he swings his legs over the side of the couch so that he’s sat next to you now, his knee bumping your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re coming with me,” He nudges you, “I need someone to help me push the cart.”

Conrad stretches out a hand to you and waits for you to take it.

“Right because that’s definitely a two person job,” You roll your eyes, taking the grip of his hand and pushing yourself up from the floor.

“Oh, absolutely it is,” Conrad shrugs his shoulders, walking out of the lounge towards the front door, grabbing his car keys on the way.

———

You sit in the passenger seat and he sets his hand behind your chair as he reverses, the air con in his car blasting enough for you to both cool down.

“Why didn’t we think of coming in your car earlier?” You question, glancing out of the window at the changing street beside you.

Conrad turns his head in your direction, “Because then they’d all want to come.”

You nod in agreement and fall silent, fiddling with your hands in your lap.

“So, has anyone said anything about…”

“What? Me and you?” You finish the sentence for him, “Why? Do you think they know?”

Conrad smirks a little, “Jere told me that sometimes you talk in your sleep and he can hear you through his wall.”

You frown just slightly, cogs turning in the expectation of what he was about to say.

“Apparently he heard you call my name,” Conrad fully grins then, turning the car into another corner as he approaches the store.

You feel your face heat up more than the sun was capable of, your heart sinking a little, “I did… I mean he heard… what?”

Conrad chuckles gently and his hand moves from the wheel to squeeze your leg, “Oh come on, (y/l/n), I already knew you were obsessed with me.”

You clench your jaw and look away from him, the embarrassment seeping through you. He squeezes your bare leg again and keeps his hand there as he pulls into a space in the parking lot.

“Okay I’ll get a cart and I’ll meet you at the checkout,” You nod, taking a deep breath to relatively compose yourself as you get out of the car.

Conrad follows behind you, fighting back the smile on his face. He walks up behind you as you go to get a cart, his arms dropping to either side of your hands on the handle, thumbs brushing your pinky fingers.

“See, Ive just got so many questions,” He mumbles the words into your ear as his chin drops to your shoulder.

You feel a tingle go over your spine and quickly step out from underneath his arm, “And I won’t be answering them.”

Conrad persists, of course, pushing the cart into the store and following your every move.

You both take a silent sigh of relief at the feeling of the air con in the store, walking a little slower as if to revel in it for as long as possible.

“Okay, so what was this dream about?” Conrad asks, stopping the cart as you throw in a few items from the produce section.

You make brief eye contact with him in the coldest glare you can muster, “Con, I said we’re not talking about this.”

“I mean, it must’ve been pretty good for you to be calling my name,” He points out nonchalantly, throwing a few bags into the cart, “So, tell me what it was about?”

You spin on your heel and grip the end of the cart, squeezing down on the plastic as you look at him, “Conrad, I don’t remember, okay? Now can we please drop this because you’re being an asshole.”

He raises his hands as if in a gesture of surrender before placing them back on the cart and following you still in your slow steps around the aisles.

Conrad didn’t need to know to boost his ego, or to use it against you. He needed to know because the thought of you thinking of him like that made him feel like a kid with his first crush. He was infatuated, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Things were awkward between the two of you now, and neither was willing to break the tension with any form of conversation.

You were embarrassed, of course you were. The chemistry between the pair of you had been sky high since you’d arrived back in Cousins - all of the awaited feelings of seeing each other again had come bubbling to the surface. And yet neither of you could do anything about it. So there it stayed - bubbling wildly on a surface that would not release. Of course you were thinking about him, how could you not be?

“Okay, you get the ice and pay for this, I’ll meet you at the car,” You nod, holding your shoulders a little more sure of themselves.

“Oh, so I’m paying?” Conrad raises his brows, stopping in his tracks with a bag of ice in his hands.

“Your daddy’s credit card will,” You taunt in response, disappearing around the corner of another aisle to leave him to his own devices.

Minutes later, Conrad appears through the sliding doors of the store, the fully loaded cart bumping in the parking lot in front of him. You’re stood by the car, waiting for him, two large drink cups in your hands.

“And what’s this?” He nods his head a little towards the drinks, eyes returning back to yours.

“A peace offering,” You shrug your shoulders, “I’m sorry I got annoyed about you asking about… I just, I was embarrassed and I didn’t want you to think I was some weird stalker that was obsessed with you or something.”

Conrad laughs gently, the kind of laugh that always manages to ease your worry. He steps out from around the cart so that he’s mere inches from you.

“You know,” He lowers his torso down to take a slow sip from the drink, darkened eyes staring up at you as he does, “If you wanted to be screaming my name in the night, you should’ve just asked.”

Your mouth falls agape slightly as all words seem to escape you.

“Come on, I’ll load this up before the ice cream starts melting,” He clears his throat, as if nothing had happened, “Get in the car.”

You oblige and sit in the passenger seat waiting for him as he piles the bags into the trunk, climbing into the driver’s seat shortly after.

He reaches over to take his cup from your hand and his fingers brush yours - still electric as you repeat over the words he’d just said.

“So, home?”

You hum in agreement and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you as he reverses out of the spot, unable to hide the smile tearing at your face.

———

“We’re back!” Conrad calls out as the two of you head inside, arms full of brown paper bags.

“Thank god!” Jere exclaims, grabbing a couple of the bags from you to alleviate the weight, “Successful trip?”

You and Conrad exchange a quiet glance before looking back and both saying at the same time, “Yeah.”

Jeremiah frowns at you and his brother, “You two are weird.”

He helps to unpack the shopping before turning back to both of you.

“Hey, Con, did you ask (y/n) about her dre-“

“Grow up Jere,” Conrad snaps quickly, throwing the last bag of ice into the freezer.

You look at him and smile a little to yourself, averting your eyes back to the drink in your hand.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes at his brother and disappears out of the kitchen, leaving just the two of you once more.

“Here, they’ve not melted yet,” Conrad pulls an ice pop from one of the boxes and unwraps it, handing it to you.

You set down your drink and take hold of the wooden stick. Now was your chance to get him back. You make sure you’re stood as close as you can get to him, your eyes gazing upwards to focus on his. And you stick out your tongue, drawing it from the bottom to the top of the cold ice, not once breaking eye contact with Conrad as you pop the top in between your lips and suck gently before pulling away.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows the lump in his throat, and find yourself hiding back a grin at your obvious effect on him.

“What’s wrong Connie?” You ask him through batted eyelashes, “You look all… flustered.”

It’s almost as if you see the second that the cogs turn in his brain as his hands stretch out to grip your waist, both tightening to lift you up and onto the kitchen counter behind you.

And then, without a second thought, his hand grips your face and he pulls you in to kiss him. It’s rushed at first and overly fueled by passion but you don’t care. He can taste the sweetness on your lips and it only seems to encourage him more, kissing you like he’d been waiting to do so for years. His hand tightens once more on your waist, pulling you into him as closely as he can as your hands grip onto his shoulders.

Conrad pulls away then, only breaking contact at your lips to catch his breath as his forehead rests against yours.

“Don’t tease me,” He grumbles quietly, his lips plump in the absence of you.

You chuckle a little, nudging his head a little more, “From what just happened there, maybe I should be teasing you more often.”

Conrad smirks and pulls away, standing up straight as both of his hands settle on either side of you on the counter. He glances behind you at where the large glass doors lead out to the garden, “You know, nobody’s actually in the house.”

You turn over your shoulder to catch a glimpse, “Yeah, looks like it’s just us.”

He takes the opportunity as you’re turned away to kiss at the exposed skin of your neck, his touch hotter than any weather was capable of.

You let out a quiet moan and grip the back of his head. Damn, he was good at this.

“Connie-“ You hum, pushing into him as closely as you can.

He smirks against you and pulls away, eyes widening slightly at the mark left on your skin from his lips.

“We should probably join the rest,” You comment, dragging your fingers through his hair.

He flutters his eyes closed at the contact and sighs, “Five more minutes.”

Conrad leans in to kiss you again but stops as he hears;

“Conrad! Can you bring the ice pops out?” It’s Stephen yelling to the pair of you.

You look at Conrad and laugh a little, hopping down from the countertop, “Come on, before they suspect anything.”

“I think that mark on your neck will make them suspect enough.”

You bend down to take the ice pop box from the freezer and reach one hand behind your head to untie your hair, letting it fall around your shoulders.

“There we go, it’s like it never happened,” You wiggle your eyebrows and saunter outside towards the garden.

Conrad watches as you go, a smile on his face before his eyes drop to the barely-touched ice pop you’d both discarded onto the counter.

Thank god for hot weather.

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[softbeej]

Rule Number One (You Gotta Have Fun) (Part Two)

Part two, Alastor takes you to his room :3

U suck the soul out of him, of course. Request r open!!! for all Hazbin characters yay

You stood awkwardly in Alastors room as he ushered you in. You weren’t sure what to really expect from his room, but this wasn’t it. It felt homely, and lived in. Knick knacks and trinkets scattered around, a half drank mug of tea from God knows how long ago. You turned to Alastor as he was slowly taking off his coat and hanging it up like he had all the time in the world. He had you where he wanted you now, what was the point in rushing?

He looked at you, slight confusion on his face, “Up on the bed whenever you’re ready, Darling. And feel free to take off those panties, I’m sure they’re dreadfully sodden...” You hadn’t noticed through his fussing but he’d helped you step out of them and tossing them aside. You hopped up on his bed, it smelt just like him. Musky and woody. You could get used to sleeping here, you thought.

He got on the bed with you, still fully dressed aside from his shoes and coat. He was propped up against the pillows, you in-between his legs. You’d noticed his hooves and wondered if he had a tail too... He was almost erect again, you could see his cock tenting in his pants, a wet patch from where he’d cum untouched earlier.

Your mouth watered at the sight.

“Can.. I?” You gestured to his crotch.

“It’s ‘may’, dear, as in, ‘may I’. But yes. I’m all yours.”

Hands shaking with eagerness, you struggled with the buttons before popping them open, instantly relieving some of the tension in his pants. Big wet eyes, you nuzzled up against his hardening cock over his underwear.

“Slowly, now. You want to make sure I’m nice and hard for you, hm?”

“Aren’t you always?” You teased, giving the head of his cock a kitten lick over the fabric.

He chuckled at that, shimmying his pants and underwear off completely, and started working on unbuttoning his shirt.

You think your pupils must of doubled in size when you took in the sight of that cock of his. Gentle hands, you grasped him from the base using light touches as he was clearly prone to cumming rather quickly.

“Good girl...” He murmured, voice a mix of approval and lust. You didn’t need telling what to do next, because Alastor had already worked his fingers into your mouth. You couldn’t look away as he ran the pads of his fingers over your teeth, saliva dripping down your chin.

“Open wide, daring...” He mused.

You did, of course. And Alastor took advantage of your warm wet mouth immediately, hips thrusted forward to push his cock inside. He let out a staticky crackle, “That’s it... There’s a good girl, now...”

You hummed around his cock.

"Ffffuck," he groaned, his hands finding your hair to grip tightly. He began to thrust harder and faster, taking what he wanted without hesitation. His hips slammed against your face as he lost control further, grunting and moaning in pleasure. Your nose was pressed up against his groin now, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

He was close and he knew it. He felt that familiar tightening in his gut. He pulled you back by your hair, just enough to look down at you, and muttered out “...May I?”

You nodded, almost begging. That was all it took for him to push himself back down your throat. When he came, he didn’t moan or grunt, instead it sounded like fifteen different radio stations had been turned on at once, a horrendous cacophony of noise and static. It only lasted a second as he regained control, the volume lessened as he came, though, spurting thick hot cum into your mouth.

“Swallow it all...”

And you did, not like you had much choice. You pulled back, opening your mouth wide to show that you had indeed been a very good girl and swallowed every drop. He patted your cheek.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He purred, hand not leaving your cheek. “I do hope you’re planning on staying the night?”

Maybe you were going to find out about this potential tail of his sooner rather than later.

#alastor smut #alastor x reader #alastor fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #ill format these properly tmrw #ALSO this is very short ive never done a part two of anything

[cupid-styles]

Ahhhh I need more hockey!harry 😍 I need a whole back story to how they met, when he started teasing her and for what reason and how they end up together. It’s soo good, I especially loved the jealous blurb, I need more! ❤️

ahhhhh thank you cutie!!! here's a blurb on how they met and got to where they are now

also tysm to cutie @harrysonlylover for this collage!!!! this v much represents their relationship <3

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. . .

Things between Harry and Y/N weren’t always like this.

In fact, maybe in another world, they would’ve been friends. Even lovers, perhaps, but that may be pushing the envelope just a tad. They’re both third years, which means they started at the university at the same time. They attended all of those silly orientation meetings and events alongside one another (and few hundred others) that are designed to make incoming freshmen feel more comfortable, but in reality, just make things awkward and cringy. 

(Harry remembers visibly recoiling when he was told to come up with a fun fact, and they weren’t allowed to say anything about their majors or primary sports.) 

(He ended up going with the fact that he was born in London, which their orientation leader, Lisa, was far too interested in — an annoying amount, really. He thinks she tried getting with him at the bonfire that evening, but Harry was so exhausted he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend like he knew what she was getting at.)

But Y/N was in his orientation group, actually. Years later, he still remembers how strong her legs looked in her shorts and the way she tied her hair up with a velvet scrunchie (it was in the middle of July, and the heat was sweltering, sunrays pelting them straight into their backs and necks). He doesn’t recall what her fun fact was, but he does know that they were paired up for some dumb icebreaker activity. In an effort to get them better familiar with the campus, they had to do a scavenger hunt which, to Harry, felt like cruel and unusual punishment considering the rapidly increasing temperature. They were instructed to fill up their free, university-sponsored water bottles and get to work, returning back to the post before 5 pm, where they’d be having some sort of barbecue situation.

At first, Harry thinks she’s shy. Well, she is — she’s quiet and doesn’t say much besides a soft “thank you” when he offers to run her water bottle over to the refill station. She’s focused on the task at hand, though he can both tell that they would rather poke their own eyes out than do it.

“Let’s take a break,” Harry decides, not 20 minutes in. It’s mainly because his eyes zero in on a shady area on the quad, a semblance of shade offered by a large oak tree. Y/N, exhausted herself, doesn’t fight him.

She sits cross-legged in the grass, her posture near impeccable as Harry lays down, fixing his sunglasses into his curly hair. 

“Have you decided on a major yet?” Harry asks, desperate for some sort of small talk — normally, he doesn’t care for niceties, but the near-silence between them is killing him, considering how hot and bored he is.

“I have a ballet scholarship.” she answers simply.

“That’s cool,” he nods, though he doesn’t know a single thing about it, “I didn’t know this school was big on ballet.”

He notices the way she wrinkles her nose, eyes squinting slightly. 

“It’s one of the top dance schools in the country, only behind performing arts universities.”

“Oh. Nice.”

Y/N attempts to shake away his ignorance, head cocking to look down at the male laying at her side. “And you? What are you majoring in?”

And Harry doesn’t really mean it, but it comes out without him even realizing it. It’s just— no one’s asked him that in years, but only because where he’s from, everybody knows he was the top hockey player in the city, number five in the state. Nobody ever expected Harry to go to school to study anything because it was always known that he’d go for hockey. 

So, he snorts. He actually, physically snorts, and the look of apparent disgust is immediately clear on Y/N’s face. Parting his lips, he instantly wishes he can take it back, especially when she straightens her posture to sit up a bit higher.

“I’m sorry, I— I’m here for hockey,” Harry flounders, sitting up on his elbows. “I have a hockey scholarship.”

“And was I supposed to know that?” Y/N fires back with narrowed eyes. He shakes his head. 

“No, of course not.”

“Right,” she says, standing from the shady oasis and brushing her hands over her bum to get any grass off of it, “Let’s finish this.”

. . . 

Harry was wrong about Y/N.

He thought she was shy and quiet, maybe a bit mousy if anything. But no— it turns out, in the few hours that he’s known Y/N, if she doesn’t have a taste for someone, she’ll make it known. It’s not even in outwardly mean ways, it’s just passive aggressive, like dismissive hums at his every attempt at conversation, or him pointing out the ballet studio on their walk through the campus center. He even says “oh, wow, it looks beautiful,” hoping to pet at the excited, passionate part of her personality, but instead, she ignores him. 

She ignores him.

So when they finally finish the stupid scavenger hunt, Harry couldn’t be more eager to be done with it. He tells her he’ll submit the papers to their orientation leader so she can go fuck off and find whatever friends she’s made, and she does, without even a bit of arguing. It makes Harry sigh as he’s walking back to the big barbecue event in the quad. He feels bad for his cocky response — he didn’t even mean it, and it came off so arrogantly that she would probably forever associate him with it until they went their separate ways. 

He has a hockey thing tonight — the rest of the team that aren’t first-years are already back on campus, practicing and gearing up for the start of the season, so the coach invited him to come meet everyone — but he can’t shake how shitty he feels about someone already hating him. He decides he’ll offer an olive branch of cheese fries (he opts out of a burger or hot dog, just in case she’s vegetarian). He spots her sitting at a table in the same shady spot they were in earlier, two other girls by her side as they chat. From here, she looks happy, engaged in casual conversation with people she could’ve met today or known for years — he really can’t tell.

When he makes it over to their table, he expects Y/N to at least look up at him, some sort of recognition in her expression, but instead she just looks… confused? Bored?

“Hey,” Harry greets awkwardly, feeling that their conversation immediately took a pause due to his presence. He places the cheese fries down on the table. “I’m sorry again about today. I don’t want that to be your first impression of me.”

Based on her demeanor, he doesn’t expect a gracious response; if anything, a lackluster “it’s fine” would have sufficed. But instead, her eyebrow quirks and she cocks her head to the side. 

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

It hits Harry in the gut. 

He flounders, his lips parting open and closed like a fish gasping for air. He collects himself a moment later, pressing his mouth into a tight line. 

“You’re right. Must have confused you with someone else,” he replies with a clenched jaw. “Enjoy the fries anyway.”

His legs quickly carry him far away from the table and in the direction of the hockey arena and locker room. He hopes he can pull some skates on and at least shoot around a little, because if he ever has to see that girl’s face again, she’ll have hell to pay.

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[thegettingbyp2]

Hii, i read your story and its soo amazing!

I have a request number 34 with spencer reid. But if you dont want it, just ignore it!

Hope you have a lovely day!!

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You were straddling Spencer’s lap, his tie loosened around his neck as his fingers clamped on your hips as his lips left a trail of kisses down your neck. He’d just gotten back from a case that had taken him away from you for two weeks and the second he walked through the front door, you were on him.

‘I missed you,’ you whined as his lips brushed against your jaw before moving up to capture your lips in his once again.

‘I missed you too,’ he replied, his voice muffled by your lips. Without realising it, Spencer had begun to buck his hips against you and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips when you felt his cock pressing against you.

‘I can tell,’ you teased, grinding your hips down on him for a second before jumping off of his lap, a whine escaping his throat at the loss of contact. You were quick to pull your jeans and panties down your legs. Catching on, Spencer quickly got rid of his trousers and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the sight of him sitting on the sofa with no trousers or underwear but his shirt still done up. Climbing back on his lap, you had an idea.

‘Why don’t we film it?’ you asked as your lips moved to his neck, scraping his skin with your teeth and soothing the marks with your tongue.

‘What do you mean?’ Spencer asked, pulling his head back to look at you, a confused frown appearing on his brow.

‘You know, we could film ourselves,’ you said, shrugging and looking down as you spoke, your fingers absent-mindedly playing with the buttons on his shirt, not quite undoing them. ‘It could give us something to watch when you’re away?’

‘Like a sex tape?’

‘Yeah,’ you replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck again. ‘What do you think?’

‘We should give it a go,’ Spencer said, reaching up to press his lips against yours, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. You smiled against his lips and blindly reached out to grab your phone from the arm of the sofa before breaking the kiss to find the camera and set it up so that it caught you both in the frame.

‘You ready?’ you asked softly.

‘Just press play,’ Spencer said impatiently, hauling you back into his lap. Clicking the record button, Spencer began to thrust against you again, making whines spill from your lips. ‘Hold on, baby,’ you whimpered, lifting yourself up slightly before lining Spencer’s cock at your entrance and sinking down on him, giving yourself a couple of seconds to adjust to him before you started bouncing on his lap.

You pulled his tie off of his neck before your hands landed on his chest, your fingers making quick work of undoing his buttons, your hands sliding around him once the buttons were out of the way. Spencer automatically went to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders however, you were quick to hold the shirt in place, preventing him from taking it off. ‘Keep it on,’ you said breathlessly, rolling your hips against him.

‘What?’ he asked, chuckling lightly, confused.

‘You look hot like this,’ you replied before swivelling your hips again, making Spencer groan and grab your hips.

‘I’m close,’ he whimpered and you brought both of your hands up to cup his face, leaning down to kiss him softly.

‘Then cum for me, pretty boy,’ you whispered in his ear and that was all it took for Spencer to buck his hips up into you one more time before filling you up.

Spencer’s hand moved down your body as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb as you let your orgasm was over you. Once you had both come back down, you curled up on his lap, his fingers running softly up and down your back, you realised that the camera was still videoing and you tiredly reached over to press the stop button.

‘We should do that again,’ Spencer said, sending you a lazy smile as you tucked your head back under his neck.

‘Definitely,’ you replied, sighing happily and pressing a kiss to his chest. ‘Though next time, maybe you can use that big brain of yours to solve the case quicker, so you’re not away as long?’

You felt him chuckle and press a kiss to the top of your head. ‘I’ll try my best.’

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

[moonstruckme]

helloooo, i have a request if its possible♡

since we got figure skater! Sirius..... Do you think we could get hockey player! James x figure skater! reader? Maybe they go to the same place but the place where they practice its kinda shitty so its literally kinda like an across the hallway situation where the hockey practice happens on one ice rink and when you leave you can walk thru the ice rink of the figure skaters that its on another section of the place IDK I'M NOT AN ARCHITECT SORRY

BUT THE POINT ITS, that one day James leaves practice later than usual and he's walking to get out but he heards his favorite song playing and he goes to see whats up because its his favorite song ever! and goes to the other ice rink and sees the reader practicing and inmediatly he has the biggest crush ever and its almost dreaming about a house and three kids with that cute girl

idk i think i explained myself like sht but hope you like the idea! cause i think it would be soo cute

Hi lovely, you explained yourself perfectly! Thanks for being so patient with me, I hope this is alright <3

hockey player!James x figure skater!reader ♡ 718 words

James’ entire body is pleasantly sore, and he’s very much looking forward to going home to a nice, hot shower. 

“Do you and Moony want to go get breakfast tomorrow morning?” he asks Sirius as they leave the locker room. The two of them had taken longer than usual changing out of their gear, Sirius filling him in on the absolute hell week Remus had at his new job. To hear Sirius talk about it, all the other professors are simply jealous of Remus. James is sure that’s partly true, but he’d bet they need less reason than that. Somehow, James had thought leaving school would mean emerging into a more mature world, but adults seem just as petty as teenagers. Maybe pancakes and a good, uplifting chat would do something to take the sting out of Remus’ first week and help prepare him for the next. 

Sirius cuts James a sideways look, gray eyes narrowed. “Breakfast at what time?” 

“I was thinking six, six thirty.” Sirius scoffs, and James grins. “Only joking. How’s eleven?” 

“Still too early,” Sirius grumbles, “but we’ll go.” 

James bobs his head, pleased to have a course of action for helping his friend. “Ask Moons where he feels like going, and just…” He hears a faint, familiar melody. “...just let me know.” 

“Sounds good.” Sirius pushes open the door, but James has stopped. He’s looking back towards the rink, intrigued. “Coming?” 

James waves him off. “In a bit. See you tomorrow.” 

Sirius makes an amused sound, not unused to James’ diversions, and goes. 

James follows the sound of his favorite song, unabashed about bopping his head to the beat as he approaches the rink. He knows figure skaters sometimes use the rink after his hockey practice has wrapped up, and he absolutely has to see who’s choreographed a routine to this. He comes to a stop near the edge of the bleachers, and watches through the tempered glass as one lone skater launches into a turn. 

This wouldn’t be the track James would have thought of for a figure skating routine, but frankly, you’re doing it justice. Your movements are springy and nimble as you glance across the ice, one complicated-looking move to the next to the next. It seems like both skates are never touching the ground for more than half a second. There’s a lot to be said, probably, about your skill, your technique, but James is a philistine. All he can think about is how pretty you look. 

You’re gorgeous. Stunning. Graceful in your movements and seraphim in your countenance. A wisp of hair has freed itself from the confines of the rest and whips about your face, but you don’t seem to notice it, your gaze steady and lips just slightly pursed in concentration. 

James would never tell his friends because they’d mock him to hell and back, but he does believe in love at first sight. Only under particular circumstances, though. The sight has to be good enough—meaning, he has to see some aspect of who that person is behind a pretty face. You certainly do have a pretty face, and you’re dancing to his favorite song, and James doesn’t understand how he could ever be expected to not be totally enamored with you after this one spectacular look. He worries that if you glance over, you’ll see him with giant cartoon hearts boinging out of his eyes on springs. 

The song ends, and you spin to a stop. James’ breathing stops, too, as your gaze lands on a point not ten feet to his right. He wonders if he’s being creepy. It’s not like this is a private rink, and James wouldn’t be weirded out if he spotted someone watching him running drills or something (actually, if it were you he’d be over the moon about it), but he’s been told not everyone feels like he does about that stuff. And though he hardly thinks of himself as intimidating, James is also a big guy. He wants to woo you, not spook you.

You skate to the edge of the rink to restart your music, and James slips out. He hears it blaring softly behind him, and he probably looks like a total idiot when he grins and dances out the front door. An idiot in love.

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[thecreelhouse]

“What happened to my good girl?” Is soo Steve I just 🫠🫠

hi bb, thank you for sending this!! hope u enjoy <3

“Go ‘head, sweetheart,” Steve’s hand is tangled in your hair, pushing you closer to him, “Just like that movie you showed me.”

Recently, you showed him some tapes from your stash, depicting kinks and scenes you never tried, asking if he’d try new things with you. He had more experience than you, but you were a quick learner; an unexpected perfect match.

Despite being shy, you lick your lips without realizing, earning a low laugh from Steve. This seemed easy to get into when you watched another couple do it on screen, but now that it’s the two of you, the reality sets in, leaving you flustered.

“S’okay, we can take it slow, or not do it at allllll— h’mygod—“

Where the small boost of confidence came from, you’re unsure, but you find yourself biting softly along his legs, kissing the back of his thighs, dragging out the anticipation as you move slowly.

Steve looks so damn pretty with his legs spread and pulled back for you. He always looks pretty, but right now, the look on his face is about to send you to an early grave.

You’ve never seen Steve so needy and willing; even with his experience over you, he hasn’t tried this. To be his first makes you dizzy with desire.

“That’s it, honey, just like that,” Steve breathes, restraining himself from grabbing the back of your head and forcing you where he wants you. You suck slowly into the softest part of his inner thigh, causing him to shudder at the sensitivity.

You spread him further before spitting onto his tight hole; Steve whimpers and shivers on contact. The sight and sound are enough to let any shyness left dissipate, swirling your tongue around the taut ring, avoiding actually licking in the exact spot he needs you.

“M’fucking— o- oh, god,”  Steve’s face contorts into pained pleasure; it feels so good, too good, to the point where he’s certain he won’t last very long. With every whimper, whine, and moan, you get bolder, lapping at his hole, ever so slightly curving the tip of your tongue teasingly into his entrance. “F— fuck, y’look so hot down there. Could get used to t-this view.”

You flatten your tongue against his hole, taking long, slow laps. Your eyes never leave his, despite his fluttering shut, heavy with lust. “Yeah? Could get used to eating you out, Stevie.” Your words send him into a spiral; he can’t wait any longer, he needs you closer.

Hands running through your hair, Steve pushes your face into him, groaning gravelly as his head falls back against the couch. Your arms wrap around his legs, fingers digging into him as your tongue tapers to fuck into him. You moan when he cries out, sending vibrations deeper into him.

“S- so fuckin’ filthy, baby…” He rocks himself softly against your mouth while you leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses before tongue fucking his hole again. Steve’s certain he could cum just from this. “Used to be so innocent, so sweet n’ quiet…”

“Uh-huh,” You pull back to spit crudely onto him before diving back into him.

“M’close, honey,” A moan slips out of him, airy and dazed. Your eyes roll back with a shudder of a moan, his words going straight to your core. You let go of one leg to touch yourself, heel of your palm rubbing against your clit as you continue rimming Steve. His high is just in reach after noticing the way you’re getting off on this. 

“What happened to my good girl?”  

You don’t answer with words, only continue a pattern of lapping and tongue fucking before he cums untouched, cock kicking as he spills onto his stomach, chest, and your pretty little face. 

#prompts #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

[bbyquokka]

kisses with skz

– how skz would kiss yn !!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | ot8 x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | fluff, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐖 | established and unestablished relationships, inexperience reader, drunk kissing, suggestive themes, sub themes, jealousy, masturbation (m rec), grinding, dry humping, lots and lots of kissing!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.8k ~ ( 1,882 )

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𝐁.𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 – the type to start slow and steady. he would touch you first. his hands gliding along your skin. it gives you goosebumps. his hands running along your curves, fingertips soaking in every detail. he'd lean in and let his lips brush along your neck first. he'd inhale your scent before peppering soft and gently kisses along the skin before trailing his lips to your jawline where he'd pepper kisses along it until finally, he'd kiss your lips. it'd be slow, gentle and warm. lips moving together perfectly, slotting together like you're made for one another. hands continuing to caress your hot and flush skin. you’d feel tingly with excitement, wondering where this will all lead to. he’d be so gentle with you but at the same time a bit harsh and rough. the hunger that chan feels for you the longer his lips are caressing yours, increases bit by bit. he’d squeeze your curves, soaking in every detail that brushes against his fingertips. 

𝐋.𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 – he'd be the one to teach you. you'd let him know that you've never kissed or made out with someone before. minho would be a little surprised at first but offers to teach you. you two are nothing more than friends so you'd have to think about it, outweighing the positives and the negatives of kissing your best friend. you wouldn't know what to do but decide to say fuck it. you only live once and just go along with it. minho has a huge crush on you so he will admit that he took advantage of the situation but he never thought you'd agree to it. you'd be shaking, nerves ripping you apart. minho would cup your cheeks and tell you to take deep breaths. “it’s ok. it’s only me. we don't have to do this if–” his sentence would be cut short by you squeezing your eyes and pushing your lips against his. it's uncomfortable and not what you expected it to be. it’s just all teeth and lips. you could feel the outline of his two front teeth from how hard you pressed your lips against his. minho would just laugh and instead, hold you close and press his lips against yours gently. you'd freeze, not sure on what to do. “just do what feels natural.” he'd whisper against your lips. his thumb would stroke your cheek and soothe you. you'd hold onto his shoulders and just relax. your nerves are still apparent but the longer minho kisses you, the more you feel yourself melt into him. his soft lips, his hands on your cheeks; it's so much but you don't hate it. you'd pull away from one another before staring and laughing to yourselves softly.

𝐒.𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 – a drunken kiss. you and changbin got invited to jisung's frat party. lots of booze, people and loud music. both of you have had a little too many shots and cheap liquor. you, changbin, jisung and a few others would be the only ones left standing. it's two am and jisung would have this ‘amazing’ idea of truth or dare. you'd be feeling a little risky (thanks to the alcohol in your veins) so dare it is. “i dare you to kiss someone of your choice.” you'd look around, shrug and walk to changbin. he'd give you a smirk, pull up flush against his body and kiss you. you'd be shocked at the sudden confidence but you'd soon find yourself melting into the kiss. it's a simple, five second kiss so it's over way too soon for you. soon, everyone gets bored of truth or dare so everyone decides to call it a night and sleep… except you and changbin. you're straddling him, half naked. naked chest pressed against his. his hands on your ass, cupping and squeezing it firmly. the kiss is heavy, hot and sloppy. it's nothing but saliva, teeth and tongues but it's enough to make you both feel very aroused and wanting more of each other.

𝐇.𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 – hyunjin loves to give you small and quick pecks. a peck on the cheek, a peck on the nose or a peck on the lips. you could be cooking or cleaning or even just lounging around the apartment, hyunjin would give you a sweet peck whenever and wherever he can. and you'd do the same. when you see him in his studio, hair up in a ponytail and dressed in an old t-shirt and denim dungarees that's coated in dried paint, you'd walk behind him, wrap your arms around his midriff and peck his cheeks. “missed me, darling? because i've missed you.” when he's feeling lustful and just wants you, his kisses remain tender and sweet. he could be thrusting in and out of you roughly, hips stuttering and bodies hot and sweaty,  but his lips on yours are so tender, soft and slow. it's enough to make you melt into him and want more. he treats you with such care and attention because he adores, treasures and loves you so so much. afterwards, he would pepper your sweaty face with kisses and whisper sweet and loving words to you, telling you how beautiful you are. hyunjin loves kisses but he loves them even more when they're on you and from you.

𝐇.𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 – sloppy. messy. greedy and needy. it's no surprise that jisung is a greedy and messy guy when it comes to things like this and it's no different when it comes to kissing. he's so full of lust and need for you that it overpowers him and clouds his mind. his rational thinking is out of the window as soon as his lips are on yours. his tongue invading the inside of your mouth. saliva pooling and spilling from the corners. lips swollen and kiss bitten. he'd pepper your neck with kisses and bruises whilst grinding on you. he'd be so whiny too. he'd be whimpering and clinging onto you, begging for more. he wants to take care of you but at the same time be taken care of, so depending on the mood and how he is feeling, you could end up with a very whiny and subby jisung. “... p-please take care me, yn. i’ve been a good boy.” his body would shiver and feel like it's on fire as you'd tease him with kisses first. kiss his round cheeks and nose before trailing down his neck to his chest. you'd kiss his pecs, giving the skin an occasional suck to leave bruises and his hard nipples a suck that's enough to leave jisung bucking his hips and wanting more. you'd trail the kisses down to his stomach where you'd kiss his soft tummy and bite his waist gently. he'd be bucking his hips up into you, grinding the air desperately and tears trickling from the corner of his eyes. he'd be a sobbing, whimpering mess burnt with desire and lust. “p-please yn. please, i need you.”

𝐋.𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 – aftercare kisses are a must with felix. he'd be so tender and gentle with you after a night of love making. even if he hasn't been rough with you and it's been a simple, vanilla night, he would still kiss you so tenderly as if he's scared you'll break in front of him. he'd kiss each and every love bite and bruise on you, whispering how sorry he is and how he is going to take good care of you. sometimes (when one round isn't enough) he'd be sitting in bed leaning against the headboard. he'd watch you come out of the bathroom all washed and ready for sleep. you'd crawl onto the bed for felix to beckon you with two fingers, grab the back of your head and kiss you roughly. it's all tongue and teeth, his grip on you harsh. he'd pull you onto his lap, move your hips fast so you grind on him whilst keeping his lips on you. it's game over at this point and you're at his beck and call once again

𝐊.𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 – he can’t stand you so the thought of kissing you makes his skin crawl. however, he finds himself late at night imagining your soft lips on his. he imagines melting into you and you into him. he imagines holding up and caressing you. he hates you because he wants you but he'd never admit that to anyone, not even his close friends. however, when minho invites himself round to his place and invites you along with him, seungmin’s calm and peaceful world turns chaotic. you're in his home and just driving him insane. he's anxious but also very excited as well as jealous. the way you laugh at minho’s stupid jokes or give his bicep a squeeze is enough for jealousy to bubble in the pit of seungmin’s stomach. he'd have to excuse himself, go to his bedroom and fish his hard, leaking penis out of his pants. eyes closed, fist around his shaft as he strokes himself to the thoughts of you. he moans and groans, head kicking back and whispering your name. he wants your lips on his, kissing and sucking on him. he wants to taste you and swallow every moan the spills past your lips. he wants it all and he hates that about him so he hates you too. he just hopes that when he leaves the bathroom, you’re not there so he can go back to his calm and peaceful life.

𝐘.𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 – two people who have never kissed anyone in their lives. both of you would be so nervous. palms sweaty, throat dry, body shaking. everything feels so awkward and tense. both of you asked friends about what to do and what to expect with everyone saying the same thing “just do what feels natural!” but what is that exactly? two very nervous people sat face to face on jeongin’s couch, you give each other nervous smiles and awkward laughs. jeongin wipes his palms on his jeans, your hands are bundled into fist. you'd look up at him to speak before feeling lips being pressed against yours forcefull (the last thing you see is jeongin's eyes squeezed shut) it's not as good as what you both expected it to be so when he pulls away, you both feel a little disappointed. moments of painful silence would pass by before you gain the courage to take his sweaty palm in yours, lean forward and gently kiss him. it's better than the first time, still uncoordinated and inexperienced, but better. with a shaky hand, jeongin would place his hand on your cheek and stroke it gently as you slowly shuffle into his lap to decrease the distance between you both. you'd both start to get into it, slowly increasing the pace and adding tongues. both of you getting hot and bothered, panting a little and becoming lightheaded as you'd both forget to breathe. you'd shakily hold onto his shoulders and bravely take the chance to grind on him whilst kissing him. his hips would buck up into yours and he'd help you pick up the pace until you're both panting and humping one another through clothing. both of you being inexperienced and feeling new, exciting feelings means that once it's started; it's quickly over. 

#kwritersworldnet #wkcnet #straykidsland #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz x you #stray kids x you #chan x you #minho x you #changbin x you #hyunjin x you #felix x you #jisung x you #seungmin x you #jeongin x you #skx headcannons #skz scenarios

[dadsbongos]

yuuji x reader where the reader is nothing like his type at all (completely flat) I know you did a fic like this and i loved it so much but could you do a fic for the more flat chested girlies?? even a drabble is good! i loce ur work u are soo talented!!

oopsie i finished this the day i got it n then forgot to post it!! sorries!!

yuuji is so boy-coded in that he says what he’s thinking and doesn’t think it could be hurtful </3 also size kink hints

~~~ 18+ under the cut

“Angel face,” Yuuji grins like he’s proud of himself, and sadly, you know he is, “I got enough for the both of us.”

“Not funny!” you chuck the nearest pillow at his face, but your boyfriend easily catches it with a single hand. You watch his thick fingers dig and pull at the plush, he stretches the cushion between both hands before tossing it back towards you, “I’m trying to be serious, Yuuji…”

“So am I,” he frowns, all for show, plopping onto your bed beside you. He stares over your forlorn expression and his twists with sincerity, “Really, angel, I don’t…” he hesitates and you feel shame in how it makes your heart freeze, “I dunno how to explain it, but it doesn’t actually matter to me.”

You lean back onto your palm at that, raising an eyebrow at him, “It doesn’t matter?”

“Not really!” he shrugs, grinning sheepishly, “I just think you’re pretty. It’s not a turn off that you’re flat,” your wince at his choice of words does not go unnoticed, “It isn’t! You’re hot!” he leans into your space, bright grin now burning into your cheek as he kisses from your face and into the moor of your neck. He reaches up, fingers snaking under your shirt, “My angel’s the prettiest girl in the world.”

“You think so?”

“Baby,” he mutters into the hotbed of your skin, teething at the soft patch like a starved puppy, “I want you so bad all the time,” as if he senses your thrumming disbelief, he repeats himself, “All the time.”

His hands cover the entirety of your breasts and it drives him wild. Sparks something he’s unwilling to admit just yet: how crazy he goes for the way his body engulfs yours. Brain overheating and whole body jittering when he can feel your body pliant and dwarfed by his thicker frame. 

Besides, as much as he adores your looks, it isn’t as though your body is the most interesting thing about you. You’ve got Yuuji collared and leashed anyhow, the distribution of fat on your body couldn’t sway his heart.

Not in the slightest.

He digs his hands into your waist and laves your petite tits with violet kisses before stretching down to settle your thighs comfortably over his shoulder. Yuuji nestles into your warm body and digs out euphoria in earnest desperation. He’s certain that if he could curl up anywhere to rot away, he’d choose atop your body.

In the meantime, Yuuji excitedly works between your legs to remind you that he most certainly has enough thickness for the both of you.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #yuji smut #yuji itadori #yuji x reader smut #yuji x reader fluff #yuji fluff #itadori x reader #i love him your honor

[pawnshopbleus]

The songbird was soo good I’m a sucker for jealousy 💗 could you maybe do jealous!snow x reader 🤭 ik he’d be so broody and hot

Flickerman's Charm

Summary - Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman was charismatic and charming, not to mention pretty handsome. Women all over Panem (well, the ones with televisions) fawned over the weathercaster. He seemed harmless enough, but during the games, Lucretius gets a little too close to you and Coriolanus doesn’t like it.

Warning - Jealous Coriolanus, Cunty Draco Malfoy can do no wrong, P in V sex, Quickie in a closet, possessive Coriolanus. No contraceptives, Creampie, Coral slander (She's the 'District Four scum.' I did not like her 🤷🏿‍♀️), Mention of death, Not beta read :0

Author's Note - I AM OBSESSED WITH MAKING THE READER A PLINTH!! Anon, I hope I made you proud.

You cursed under your breath as you watched the big screen. Your tribute had been killed in the most brutal way. Your heart hurts for the poor kid. He was so young, so full of life, and now he was dead. Dead in less than twenty seconds by a group of tributes that had made an alliance. They stole his food and medicine. The food and medicine that you had begged your father for was now in the hands of some District Four scum.

With a huff, you remove yourself from your seat and sit with the other students from the Academy in the regular audience. Your classmates patted you on the back and gave their condolences as you sat there with your arms crossed. 

Your reaction was better than your brother who threw his desk in anger as he saw his tribute, Marcus. He was strung up by steel poles and left to hang by his manacles. He was alive but badly beaten, but Sejanus didn’t know that. He was gone before he could see that Marcus was still alive, but there was no saving him. He was mercifully killed by another tribute. 

His reaction was understandable. Marcus and him were boys together. They were one and the same, but the Plinths had money. They could afford to get out of there, but if they hadn't, that could have been Sejanus or you up there. That thought caused a chill to run down your spine. 

Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman had announced your tribute's death and watched you walk away. He said something witty and winked at the camera. Coriolanus subtly rolled his eyes and focused his attention back on the big screen. 

It had been some time since the last death. People yawned and talked as the cameras flicked between tributes. It was quiet and dead. For the first time that night, there was no action going on. Coriolanus finally let his shoulders fall. He had been so tense throughout the entire first half of the games. At first, Lucy Grey didn’t take his advice. She was selfless and wanted to help the other tribute from her district. That would have been admirable if it wasn’t a life-or-death situation. 

Coriolanus got up from his desk and scanned the room for you. He wanted to check in on you and see if you were okay. He knew that the games were hard for you and Sejanus. You two weren’t born in the capital which made you stand out. No matter how much money you had, people would still consider you District trash. Not him though. You were so much more than your status and wealth. You were kind, funny, bright, and extremely beautiful. Coriolanus was lucky you picked him. Out of every man in the Capital, you picked him. 

Coriolanus’s eyes found you in the corner of the room. You were sitting in a chair while Flickerman leaned up against the wall. You looked up at him eagerly and ready to please. Flickerman tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and tapped your chin affectionately. To the untrained eye, these gestures might have seemed innocent, but to Coriolanus, they didn’t. 

His hands balled up into fists at his sides. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from yelling. He didn’t blame you, of course. You could do no wrong. It was Flickerman who was in the wrong. He was so much older than you. He was taking advantage of someone younger and sweeter. 

He couldn’t believe the balls of this man. Everyone in the Capital knew that Coriolanus Snow and the daughter of Strabo Plinth were in a very committed relationship. Flickerman must have had a death wish because he patted your cheek affectionately. Coriolanus was the only one who was allowed to touch you. Coriolanus was the only one who got the pleasure of feeling your soft skin under his touch.

Before he knew it, Coriolanus was standing in front of you and Flickerman. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you out of the screening room. He didn’t care that the games were just starting to get interesting. He didn’t care that him storming out with you in his arms had just been broadcast on live television. All he cared about in this moment was you, and only you. 

He dragged you to a closet not too far from the screening room. People gave the two of you confused looks as you stumbled every few steps. 

Coriolanus pushed you into the dark closet and followed you in. He slammed the door behind him, leaving the two of you in the dark closet. The room was cold and you shuddered at the thought of what might come next. 

“Coryo, what are you-” 

You were shut up by Coriolanus' lips on yours. His lips moved in tandem with yours as the kiss got deeper and deeper. Coriolanus’s hands snaked up to the sides of your face, guiding you through the kiss. His lips were soft, contrasting the rhythm of the kiss. His body melted into yours. His hips rutted into yours as the two of you got carried away. 

Coriolanus pulled away. He softly placed his forehead on yours and looked into your half-lidded eyes. 

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, his mouth just inches away from yours. 

You smirked, “No one.” 

“Who do you belong to?” he bellowed. The people outside of the closet must have been too naive or too invested in the drama to care about Coriolanus's tone. 

“You,” you breathed as you kissed him this time. He ripped his uniform off of himself and returned to the warmth of your lips. He squeezed at the flesh of your hips, silently begging you to take off your pants. You followed his request and kicked the red pants and skirt off of you. The Academy’s uniform was very impractical during this time. 

Coriolanus' breathing was heavy from kissing you. “Are you sure you want this?” Like the gentleman he is, he asked for your consent. Even during the heated moments of passion, he wanted to let you know that you had the opportunity to say ‘no.’ 

You nodded your head but that wasn’t good enough. He bit the sensitive part of your neck, urging you to use your words. “Yes, Coryo. Fuck me.” 

And he did just that. You were already wet from the way his hips rutted into yours earlier. That simple action made your clit throb and pussy soak your two hundred-dollar panties. Coriolanus flipped you around. Your clothed chest was against the cold wall of the closet and your legs were spread, exposing your cunt to the cold air. Coriolanus circled your clit with the tip of his hard cock and smeared your slick all along his length. 

“Look at you. Already wet and I haven’t even touched you.”  That was a lie. He’s done a lot more than just touch you, but you didn’t want to correct him. 

Coriolanus slowly eased into you, letting your pussy stretch deliciously around him. He groaned in pleasure as your insides welcomed him with ease. You were made for him and only him. 

Coriolanus’s hips slapped into your ass as he began to thrust in and out of you. He couldn’t choose what to do with his hands so he decided to alternate between slapping your ass cheeks and holding onto your waist. You, on the other hand, had one hand clamped over your mouth and the other was planted on the wall. 

Coriolanus guided your hand from the wall to your clit, urging you to play with it. God, did it feel good. With his balls slapping your tender pussy, and his cock thrusting in and out of you, your clit was already begging to be played with. She was insatiable and begged to be the object that you spent the most time focusing on. You rubbed your clit from side to side, back and forth, trying to find the right angle until you found it. Your eyes fluttered close as you let out a silent moan, loving the way everything felt. Even though the closet was colder than ice, you were getting warm. Your hand rubbed your clit faster and faster as Coriolanus’s thrust matched your movements. If he kept going like that, you were going to come. The delicious thrust against your G-spot caused you to arch your back, searching for a deeper angle. 

Coriolanus moaned at the newfound angle. You were so goddamn beautiful and for a split second, he couldn’t believe that you were real. He couldn’t believe that you chose him to be your boyfriend when there were more suitable men in the Capital, but he was thankful that you chose him. So thankful that he was the only one who could feel the way your pussy spasmed as you came. Your body shook with intense pleasure and Coriolanus continued his persistent thrusts, guiding you through your orgasm. 

Coriolanus was close too. The way your pussy squeezed his cock made him double over in pleasure. His thrusts became slow and drawn out. His breathing became labored and rough as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Not too long after, he came inside of you. His cock painted your insides white. You could feel his throbbing cock release inside of you, and you nearly came again. 

He slowly eased out of you. He knew how sensitive you were after sex and he always tried to make sure that this part was as painless as possible. He grabbed your underwear from the floor and handed them to you. His come had already begun to drip down your thighs. The sight made his cock twitch. You slide your panties up your thighs and let them take their rightful place on your pussy, trapping his come inside of you. 

Once the two of you were fully dressed and ready, Coriolanus placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You did so good for me, dove. I’m sorry I was so rough earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “I just want to know what I did wrong.” 

Coriolanus sighed, “You did nothing wrong. It was Flickerman.” 

You were confused as to what Coriolanus was referring to. All he did was tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and oh- Was Coriolanus jealous? 

“Coryo, you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you.” You booped his nose affectionately which caused him to crinkle it and smile. A smile from him was rare these days. He was always so stressed about school, money, the games, or how he was going to style his hair in the mornings. 

Outside of the closet, cheers could be heard. You looked at Coriolanus in the dark closet and he opened the door. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light from the hallway. Coriolanus looked at you in the light and you looked at him. The two of you definitely looked like you two just fucked. You went to go fix your hair, but he moved your hand away from your own hair. 

“Leave it. I want them to know that I'm the only man that can fuck you."

#coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow #the hunger games

[euaphoric]

weird kinks/fetishes i think jk would be into ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

do not try and come for me over this… it’s just MY opinion and nothing here is fact (obviously) so take my words with a grain of salt m’kay ? :))

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sensation play: jk can be pretty bold in the bedroom so i feel like this would be something he’d enjoy. he’d go from gentle touches, trying out salacious flavors/scents, and different lighting to more daring stuff like temperature play, (light) bondage, and sex toys. his favorite thing is to watch you wriggle under him, your senses overloading from the stimulation he inflicts upon you. he can be very sweet and caring with you at times, taking his time with making you feel soo good and the next he’ll have every bone in your body tingling. he likes to bring hot and cold elements at the same time, making your body so sensitive for him, feeling everything all at once. you can feel the vibrations of his moans and groans, tickling a certain part in your brain. the occasional flogging would come into play as well, he wouldn’t do it harshly though — instead running the flogger over various parts of your body, the sensory experience transcending you to a new level of nirvana. he’s attempted blind folding you to amp up the intensity but it became too much for you and you had to use the safe word one time (lollipop) to get him to chill out ;(

voyeurism: he knows that it’s very much wrong but he loves watching you undress and/or do sexual acts without you knowing he’s around. it gives him the stiffest hard-on seeing you touch yourself, thinking no one else is here to see you but he is in fact watching you tentatively through the door hole. god he feels like such a creep. does he care in the moment though? absolutely not. but once he cums in his pants embarrassingly from watching you he’ll feel all types of guilt. don’t get it twisted, he likes watching you with the knowledge of you seeing him too. you enjoy putting on a show for him and playing with toys in front of him, he bought you a cute glass dildo with a pink heart carved at the end, it was so pretty you didn’t even want to put it inside you. that day, you made yourself cum over eight times from that dildo; begging and crying for some real dick but jk was just sitting there palming himself through his pants and watching you come undone. your body is like a work of art to him.

quirofilia: he’s very much sexually attracted to your hands, the way your fingers wrap around him, the warmth your touch brings him, and the amazing things those luscious hands can do… whenever you get a fresh manicure (that he pays for obvi) he can’t help the protruding thoughts of what those freshly painted nails feel like on his skin, getting aroused by just looking at you doing simple things like tying your shoes or unloading the dishwasher. whether it be you holding his hand, kneading the soft skin with the pads of your thumb, or wrapped around his cock he’ll want to admire how gorgeous your hands look. he likes to make a mess all over them, watching his cum drip down to your wrists but he licks it up so it won’t go to waste. he enjoys seeing you suck the creaminess off your fingers but he likes to do it too, tasting his own delicious nut while having your cute fingies in his mouth<33333

partialism: although he’s clearly obsessed with your ass, titties, and all that jazz he likes to show love to your non-sexual body parts too. kissing, caressing, nibbling, and sucking on your soft skin like it’s a sweet dessert. it’s simp galore when he encounters your juicy thighs, he likes to devour them, leaving visible harsh bite marks and spanking them until bright red. he’s quite literally attracted to every part of you, even the things you find silly, like the back of your ears. he’ll always nip at them, lapping his tongue over the sensitive parts of your lobe and humming against it to make you shudder. sometimes, the only way he’ll be able to cum is if he can rub his cock against your thighs, it was his primary trigger in getting him to reach his climax. the way your beautiful thighs would clench together for some type of relief when his cock is right there just drives him through the ground. he just wants to paint a pretty picture on them with his cum :((

trichophilia: i feel like he rlly rlly likes body hair, especially when you don’t shave down there for a while and you got a little bush growing; he calls it your “fur burger” (sfjadjsfjjsj). you prefer to be waxed personally, but he genuinely loves it when you have visible pubic hair — not ever making you feel insecure in the slightest about it. you still remember when he first told you about it, “quit being so nervous about it babe, it’s just hair it’s natural. show’s confidence, i like my women more mature anyway.” he specifically loves eating you out, whether it’s hairy, trimmed, stubbly, or shaved, it didn’t matter but it was the most fun for him when you had lots of hair. he’d bury his face completely in it, not having a care in the world about anything but pleasing you. your mouth-watering juices would leak out on his tongue as he curls his fingers skillfully inside you, making you writhe and squirm under him. he doesn’t even mind it if a piece of hair gets in his mouth, that only means he’s doing a good job and to keep it up, you never have to worry about the state your body is in because he’ll embrace your hair openly and worship you like the goddess you are.

role play: it doesn’t matter what scenario you could be portraying in the bedroom, he’ll go all out and get super into character once it’s time. a sexy student fucking her teacher? already tried. young damsel in distress in desperate need of her prince to make her cum? check. hot nurse checking to make sure her patients genital organs work properly? done. literally anything you can imagine jk would most likely be down to try it. he’d supply all the outfits you need, buying you whatever props that you deemed fit for the scenario. his favorite role play moment was him being a vampire and you were just some simple human who wanted to be bitten and have special vampy powers like him. he even went so far as to wearing realistic fangs and bit your neck for the theatrics of it all. it got real freaky after that, he gave you the most grueling, animalistic sex ever. it truly changed the way you both looked at any vampire movies/shows from then on.

panty sniffing: this man could sniff your panties all damn day, srsly. the smell of you intoxicates him, sending flashes of dopamine through his receptors. he often goes through your panty drawer when you aren’t home, touching all of the different fabrics and textures. when he’s feelin extra frisky he’ll go through your used undies to pick his favorite pair to sniff while we masturbates, jerking off to your aromatic womanly scent. sometimes, if he can’t control himself he’ll finish by releasing on them, immediately regretting that your panties are now soaked with loads of cum. he would always throw the messy garment in the wash right after so you wouldn’t suspect anything — he’s been keeping up this dirty little secret for months.

diy porn: well like it says in the name, jk has always been a diy guru! he loves making home videos especially the freaky nasty ones. he likes to record himself eating you out or fucking you, making sure the camera is super close up to get all the little details. he’ll use his phone or sometimes a digital camera to record, whichever he feels is the best. he’s always so vocal in the videos as if he was a real adult film star, asking you over and over if you like that and how bad you want his cock. he gets more intense when the cameras are rolling, putting on a temporary persona to make the video more enticing. “this is her fifth time squirting in a row guys” he narrates while facing the camera to him and pans it back to zoom in on your leaking pussy. “mmm… hear that? sounds amazing, might have to go back in for another taste” he says, licking his lips at the sounds your wet fucked out cunt makes. no one will ever see or know of these videos but whenever you’re gone, he likes to look back and jerk off to your moans and sexy performances in them.

pegging: he was the first one to suggest this actually, he’s thought of being pegged for a while but just never got the courage to bring it up with you. he was shocked to find out that you were open to the idea and even got excited to try it. he’s usually the one in control but he’s fantasized for a while about you having all the power in your hands. he wasted no time in purchasing a strap-on for you, one rainy evening he proposed the concept again and asked if you wanted to actually go through with it and you agreed. it felt utterly amazing to him the first time, he’ll remember it like it was yesterday. you were fucking his tight precious ass with a slow and gentle pace since you didn’t wanna hurt him but he told you to go faster, you pick up your rhythm and hold onto his tiny waist securely. he was feeling the utmost amount of bliss when you hit his prostate, making him whine out in pleasure. your free hand stroking his hard cock while he’s pushed to his orgasm. that day he came so fucking hard, harder than ever before. he even thanked you after you were done, for giving him the most mind-blowing orgasm he’s ever received in his life.

#jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader #bts smut #jungkook thoughts #jungkook drabble #jk smut #jjk smut #bts imagines #jeon jungkook imagines

[sexlapis]

eren x female reader, ns4w, very short, coming inside, morning sex

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no bc eren would be so whiny in the morning…he’d be so desperate too. his morning wood would be poking against your thigh while he shakes u gently to wake u up.

“babyy” calling out to you in his deep, tired morning voice. “baby wake up..need you righ’ now..haha..”

and you’re just as desperate, letting him pull down your shorts and spread your legs to play with your wet cunt. then he’s laying you two both on your sides, raising your leg to his hip before easing his thick length into hot pussy.

it’s starts off slow..both of you are still drowsy and weak from sleep but that doesn’t deter either of you. your faces are so close together, breathing against each other’s skin, lips brushing against each other, too far gone to even kiss. eren’s pretty eyes are almost constantly rolling into the back of his head at how good he feels. how good you feel. his body is so sensitive, the feeling of your hole around his cock is making him go fucking crazy.

“awh fuuckkk.” eren’s groaning as his thrust start to speed up just a lil bit…the angle has you feeling him real deep, you’re gasping at every gentle thrust, the slap slap slap of skin reverberating around the room. you feel a warmth spread in ur lil tummy, clit brushing against the pubic hairs at the base of his dick and your mouth drops open and eyes roll back at the feeling.

then erens gripping your ass with both hands and thrusting harder, faster, until you’re gripping the back of his neck with small oh my gods and other senseless profanities. eren rolls you onto your back before folding you into a mating press and going to town on you.

balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, long hair falling and draping around you like a curtain.

“shit..” eren whines, borderline whimpers. “shit…oh fuck..fuck..fuck ‘m g’nna cum. baby ‘m gonna fucking cum…” he’s looking at you, cheeks tinted red and lips wet. “can i cum inside? you’ll lemme come inside right?” his thrusts become frantic and erratic and you’re nodding along to his question. he thrusts at an angle that has you seeing white light, squirting and making a mess of him and the sheets. eren curses, rough fingers finding your clit, running circles over it to prolong your high. your hips twitch against his, rolling and grinding and coming to a stop.

“god, i’m cumming.. i’m cumming ‘m cumming…fuck!” his voice goes high pitched towards the end of his sentence and he’s finished. he pounds into you sporadically as he cums, pumping your soft walls white. he keeps thrusting…he comes soo much. his expression is erotic, eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out.

eren huffs and moans as the last few spurts of cum leave him, all fucked out. he pulls out slowly, looking at his cum drool out of your brown folds and fall below you. pulls you close and massages your shoulders and tells you what you and him are going to do for the day and you fall asleep to the sound of his soothing voice 💭

a/n : i need him so bad lmao

#eren.💋 #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren thirst #eeen jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #eren jaeger x you

[mrswint3rs]

pls pls pls i have an idea for a short lil albert wesker x reader fanfic 😇

wesker is threatening and towering over the reader (reader works for s.t.a.r.s wesker and failed to hand in reports on time) as he pushes his chest DANGEROUSLYYYYY close to the readers and they just stare at eachother.

in silence.

until the silence is broken by wesker hungrily just grabbing readers hair and forcefully pushing reader into a DESPERATE kiss like DAYYUMMM

and then idk what happens thats all ive got 🤗

Missed Deadlines ೃ⁀➷

pairings- S.T.A.R.S Captain Wesker x Fem Rookie! Reader

a/n- BOSS WESKER IS SOO YES. ty anon. btw can we talk about his arm veins 🤭 anyways, hope this is to your liking! (not proofread so lmk)

NSFW WARNING:

contains- a bit of power play, reader is kinda bratty, rough sex, public sex, some man handling, sub/dom dynamics, spanking, degrading language (consent not established but the desire is implied to be mutual)—𓆩♡𓆪

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It's not the first time you've failed to deliver reports within the time frame. It was becoming more and more frequent to the point where he wondered just how long you could keep it up. You did well all throughout the academy and training. You were a smart girl, so why were you so often slacking off now?

Wesker swears it’s like you do it to spite him. You have full capability of finishing your work. He gives you ample time.

He gives you chance after chance to fix whatever your issue is. He doesn’t do that for any of the others. Just you. While he’s constantly reprimanding the others, you get off so easy. You don’t even seem to realize.

He wonders if you just want to get fired so you don’t have to deal with the burden anymore.

Everyone else in the office had been efficient and timely from day one. They all took their jobs seriously. Yet, you just frolic around it all without a care in the world, acting like you owned the place.

You assume because Wesker has a sort of soft spot for you that you won’t face consequences. He recommended you to the Alpha team after all.

So when you’re called to his office, you’re not the slightest bit worried. You knew he’d let it slide like any other time and you’d eventually turn in the report. No problem.

“You needed to see me ‘captain’?” The way you refer to his title in such a mocking way infuriates him to his core. You didn’t understand how lucky you were. How easy you had it.

“Close the door.” he states sternly, not even bothering to look up from his desk just yet.

You do as told, swiftly clicking the door to a close and awaiting his following statement. Instead, he stands from his chair, approaching you.

He twists the blinds to his office window shut, secluding the two of you even further.

“Why so serious boss man? Gonna fire me or something?” you tease to which he shoots you an immediate glare.

That little smile and giggle you display so tongue in cheek makes his blood boil. Why couldn’t you just be obedient like your fellow coworkers? He didn’t understand why you didn’t see him as a higher up. You seemed to think since you scored this position, you couldn’t lose anything.

You had gotten far too comfortable. He could see that clear as day. You needed to be put in your place to understand. He was in charge of your pay, your position, your reputation. He was the boss. You’re nothing more than a rookie.

Without saying a word in response to your cheeky comment, he corners you against the door, uncomfortably close in your personal space.

He removes his glasses, revealing his threatening eyes that were locked directly onto yours. No sound could be heard besides his breath which was hot against your face, steady yet slowly increasing.

He wasn’t looking away, not even blinking. You couldn’t maintain eye contact. You started to feel dizzy and had to pry your eyes away with an awkward chuckle.

When you start to look the other way, his gloved hand firmly takes hold of your jaw, forcing your cheeks into a pout and making you look directly back at him.

At your soft gasp, and dilating pupils, he knew he was getting his point across.

In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. His hand roughly grips the underside of your hair, holding you forcefully against him as his tongue invades your mouth. With a groan, he presses his large form against your smaller one, trapping you against the mahogany.

You’re hardly able to process as he pulls away. You just stand there stunned to silence, breath coming out in short bursts. “Wesker…what was-“

“Captain.” he interjects. “Say it clearly.”

He separates from you, putting only a few inches of distance between. “Captain…sorry. Was this what you called me in here for or was it-“

Again he interrupts you. “How many reports have I requested of you that have been turned in late, or not at all? I’d like your estimated number.” Wesker stares at you directly once more, pressuring you with his intense gaze.

“I don’t know.” you admit, lowering your head to avert his eyes.

He steps away, turning his focus to his desk. “Come over here. I’d like to further discuss this.”

“Bend over the desk.”

Again you’re stunned. Your boss was being completely inappropriate yet his demeanor remained unbothered. This seemed like it was completely normal for him.

You stay frozen at the entrance of the private office, not knowing what to say or do.

“Need I tell you twice?” he faces you again from the opposite end of the room, fully expecting your obedience.

You scurry over at the sound of his frustration, complying and bending over the furniture. You prop yourself up on your elbows, not knowing what to expect in this moment. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now, you just couldn’t resist his orders.

Wesker takes stance behind you, removing his gloves. Without warning your pants are dropped down to your ankles, your panty-clad rear exposed to him. “Wesker-“

His palm smacks against your ass leaving a painful sting. “It’s Captain. Get that through that thick skull of yours.” You almost lose your balance at his forceful slap, he wasn’t holding back in the slightest.

Tears well up in your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless and small against a man like this. Yet every time he commands something of you cruelly, the heat rushes between your legs in a way you can’t control.

“Don’t cry so soon. You’ve still seven more to go to make up for your failures.”

Another smack to your ass causes you to tremble.

You stayed still the best you could, understanding you deserved such punishment. For weeks you lost sight of your role working for S.T.A.R.S. Your boss was going to make you remember.

“Six.” smack

“Five.” smack

“Four.” smack

You were already a whimpering, sobbing mess. But Wesker paid no mind. He didn’t show any leniency. He was fed up with your lack of efforts. Plus, it was clear you were both enjoying this in a way. He took notice of your sodden panties. Every time his hand slapped against you, you’d clench.

Your helpless whines made his cock strain in his pants. He could hardly resist. Forcing you to submit to him thoroughly aroused him.

“Three.” smack

“Two.” smack

By the final blow you were hardly able to stand. The stinging sensation was overpowering you and you couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain.

Regardless of your squirming, he spanked you a final time without remorse.

Wesker couldn’t hold himself back anymore when he took sight of you in this vulnerable state.

He dropped his own pants, pushing himself against your tight entrance, leaving you no time to get away. He grips both sides of you, spreading you open further for him to slip into.

Your pussy practically swallows him as he pushes inside.

The stinging pain subsides, replaced with the stretching feeling of your insides to mold to his shape. Your brain goes fuzzy as he fills you completely, your voice escaping in needy cries for him to make the pain go away.

“Shhh, I’ll take good care of you.”

His hand clasps over your mouth to silence you when you get too loud. You were still at work after all. Though you could hardly think about something like that as your boss is the one inside of you.

It was all so wrong but as he started to roll his hips, moving fluidly, it felt too good. The head of his cock runs over that special spot of yours perfectly, the place your weak fingers could never quite reach well enough.

You let out muffled moans into the palm of his hand. Your eyes roll back and you arch against him, begging for him not to stop.

He slams into you at an alarming rate, his skin slapping against yours and the sounds of your gushing cunt fill the room.

There was absolutely no way everyone out there wasn’t hearing what was happening. Even with his hand muffling you, you still were uncontrollably loud.

Wesker wasn’t trying very hard to silence himself either. With every deep stroke he grunted and groaned like a feral animal, unable to stop even for a moment. You were squeezing around his cock so well he couldn’t bare the thought of letting you escape his grasp.

He bullied into you like there was no tomorrow.

“You take dick like a fucking slut,” he groans. “It’s almost like you were waiting for this. You just needed to be roughed up by a man like me. Is that it?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. He was fucking the words straight out of you. You were only able to whine and cry into his masculine hand. Your mind went completely dumb with him.

“You don’t deserve this pleasure right now. You’re lucky you’re such a valuable asset to me.”

He pushes you to orgasm at his repetitive thrusts. You tremble and writhe beneath him as he fucks you through it.

You tighten in a way that makes his hips stutter. His jaw tightens, eyes strained shut as he reaches his own climax. He doesn’t bother to pull out, he didn’t have the time to care. Instead, he fills you, continuing to thrust in and out of you and stuff his cum deep inside.

You completely drain him and he collapses against your back.

The hard wood of the desk digs into your abdomen but you don’t have the conscience to feel anything but what’s going on between your legs. Wesker sighs heavily. He was completely disoriented but feeling a deep satisfaction.

The two of you lay body against body for a while, just catching your breath without saying anything before he speaks up. “I expect you’ll have that report by tomorrow morning?”

You weakly nod. “Yes, Captain. See you tomorrow at 8.”

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[shyyubin]

Video Game Lover ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

<gamer!renjun x gf!reader>

synopsis: Renjun was playing a game and he was soo invested in it he forgot about his princess :( But it’s fine because she can just please him from under the table~

A/N: Wrote this in one sitting (in case it feels rushed—I’m sorry)

sneaky sex // blowjob // riding

The room got really quiet. Well, not completely quiet but quiet enough that the only thing you could hear were Renjun’s desperate hits on his keyboard along with his frequent comments with his friends on call. “Hyung, go on the left!”, “Hyung we’ll lose because of you!!”

The situation could not get more frustrating. I mean, you’ve been giving him signs the whole day. Slight winks, lip bites, flashing your white laced panties to him and even giving him the “fuck me” look you thought he’d memorise by now. Just how much more were you supposed to do?

You decide to be kind and you lightly tap his shoulder. He seems startled by you yet his eyes don’t leave the monitor. “Yes, baby? Sorry, I’m a little busy now..” he says in a monotone tone. You could almost hear his friends hype him up after hearing him utter the word “baby”. “Guys, seriously. It’s just my girlfriend, of course I’ll call her ‘baby’” he scoffs while continuing to tap the keys on his keyboard with more passion. How were you supposed to turn into a keyboard in this moment?

So now since your first plan didn’t work, it’s time to try out your second and last plan. You sneak under his desk and carefully sneak your hands to his crotch making him jolt up.

He finally rips the eye contact contest with his monitor and he looks under his desk to you who had her hands on his sweet cock hidden behind the cloth of his sweatpants.

He types a couple things before turning back to you, “What are you doing?!” he asks, whispering even though it was clear his mic was muted.

“I’m punishing you. Keep going. I won’t bother you too much” you say honestly. His friends start yelling at him and he quickly turns his mic back on, reassuring them that he didn’t ditch them.

Your hands continued to fondle with his clothed length, feeling it grow as you see his lip hidden under his teeth. You carefully take his sweatpants off, he cooperates, lifting his hips to make it easier. Once they plop to the floor, your mouth begins to water.

Sneaking his cock out of his boxers, you dont let him adjust or prepare or anything—your mouth finds it on his length immediately. Sucking him off well and swirling your tongue where you know he likes it the best. His face was contorting in pleasure, trying with all his might to not moan or make any sound to show how good you’re sucking him off.

This was a bit disappointing, but also—you wanted to know just how long he’ll last before he finally gives up.

You could feel his length throb in your mouth and his eyes water, signalling he must be close to his edge. Without a second of hesitation, you take his dick out, letting it sit up in the cold air all alone while you take your pants off.

You found it a bit entertaining how he hasn’t acknowledged your presence yet, it made you turn it into a competition.

Turning around, you carefully adjust his hot tip to your juicy entrance, letting it slide right in. A moan escapes your lips unwillingly, quickly slapping your hand on your mouth, remembering you should be quiet.

“Renjun-ah…you pulling bitches there while playing with us?” a voice from his headphones resonates through the quiet room.

Renjun laughs, his breathing getting heavier with each move you do. “Bitches? Nooo..!!” he denies carefully, continuing to type the game away.

You take it as a sign to start moving on his dick, pulling him in and out, trying your best to not let a sound escape your mouth.

You hear a small and breathy “fuck” escape his lips. “Guys. I’ll be afk for a while.” he says before muting himself and quickly grabbing yn’s hips, thrusting in her.

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby…Fucking me while I’m on call with my friends?” he says breathily, pounding hard in you.

“My poor princess. I bet you felt very lonely..” he continues, the grip on your hips getting tighter.

Your mouth finally unleashes, letting out all the moans you held in. “Fuck, please. Cure my loneliness…”

“Okay, baby..fuck…” he whines as his pace speeds up cumming quickly in your hole. A couple slaps on your ass before he picks you up, carefully setting you in his lap.

“Stay like this. Don’t you dare move.” he orders, letting you cockwarm him.

He turns on his mic again, beginning another game with his friends.

You couldn’t possibly just sit there and do nothing right? You were so close to your orgasm too…

Maybe if you just sneakily fuck your clit…he wouldn’t notice!

So your finger begins running circles around your bump, applying pressure on it. Your cunt tightens around his length as your orgasm got closer once more.

The situation could not get more arousing. His friends most definitely hear your desperate and breathy moans. It was impossible not to. Renjun’s mic was really close to your face.

With a couple breathy moans and vigorous flicking of your swollen clit, you end up squirting on his lap, wetting his pants and the floor under you two.

Renjun is left in shock at the mess you’ve made—but all you end up doing is just slam yourself back on his achy dick and ride him.

“Shit…Yn, wait…” he accidentally moans, realising the mistake he’s just made.

“G-Guys…I’ll get going. You continue the game without me.” he says before quickly turning his game off, sliding his chair a bit back and helping you get off on his dick.

“So…so so sorry baby. I’m so sorry. Come on, I’ll give you what you want…” he whines, trying to keep his posture as if his dick isn’t sensitive as fuck.

“You’re so mean..” you utter, slaming your wet cunt on his dick. “Sh-shit, I’m close…”

“That’s it baby…Let it go. I’m here for you.” he holds your waist carefully, letting you bounce your way on his cock, using it as your personal dildo.

With a couple more bounces, his hand sneaks to your clit, rubbing it gently as you orgasm on his cock, clenching hard around it and letting your love juices drip right down his hard length.

”I kept you waiting the whole day…might as well make up for it in the night, right?” he says with a smirk, letting you know you won’t be going to sleep anytime soon—not that you wanted to do that anyways.

#fanfic #kpop #nct #nct dream #nct u #x reader #x yn #x you #fact check #nct 127 #nct hard thoughts #nct dream smut #nct smut #renjun smut #drabble #smut #one shot #i need this man so bad

[coolaboutlucy]

Jealous and possessive abby - not in a toxic or abusive way but maybe you guys went to a party and your ex or some random decided to act up and be crazy and start hitting on you when everyone knows you're hers so she starts getting protective and marking her territory - she never blames you for it but she just wants to remind you who you belong to so she feels better with your consent if course and you find it hot asf

𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x afab!reader

tags: alcohol consumption, mild language, theres a gross man, abby is possessive (per the request), i think that should be everything???, i still stuck at tagging

a/n: was lowkey stuck on this prompt bc i don’t remember the last time i did smth like this but also, i procrastinated like, a lot. tbh i don’t rlly ever proofread anything i write i just post it with a hope and a prayer but wtv! i hope yall enjoy this. 🤍😙😙

bodies filled the house you and abby were currently in. the air smelled like alcohol, sweat, and a mixture of cologne and cheap perfume. this wasn’t particularly your scene, but abby wanted to go since one of her friends were hosting the party. you sorta stood on the wall, nursing a cup of.. something abby mixed for you. she wanted to prepare your drink herself. yknow, cause people are weird and like dropping shit in your drink without your knowledge. the screen of your phone illuminates your features softly under the red and purple LED lights. nobody dared to bother you much because everyone knew you were abbys girl. god, she never shuts up about you! but it’s only because she loves you so much. she also did it because she wanted to make your relationship known, and she’d gladly knock the lights out of anyone who dared to approach you cause she didn’t play that game.

the necklace around your neck had her initial on it. she’d gifted it to you during valentines day last year. it glints a little from the light coming from the screen of your phone. you’d been mid sip when some piss drunk man came stumbling over to you. and suddenly your settings app looked interesting as hell! he stops infront of you with a woozy smile and a flushed face from drinking. lowkey, he was like, really ugly. he’s the kind of guy a girl would only fuck in the dark. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” he asked as he looked you up and down with obviously lustful eyes. “ah, im.. actually not alone. im here with someone.” you say as you give him an awkward smile and a chuckle. “i don’t see ‘em. why dontcha come with me? we could go back ‘t my place.. maybe order somethin’ to eat.” you politely decline and give him another awkward smile. while trying to ward this man off, you text abby.

“theres some guy over here flirting w/ me, help!!” you text her while trying as much as possible to ignore the man. he was relentless! he just wouldn’t stop talking and making gross comments. you look up from your phone to find your girlfriend pushing her way to you, through the couples grinding against eachother and making out. she smiles as she approaches you, then wrapping her arm around your shoulders. you lean against her. “so, who’re you?” she asks as she looks at the man, then tossing him an icy glare. “who am i? why should i answer you?” the man had a raised eyebrow and he’d been holding a now empty cup. “well, cause you’re hitting on my girl. so you should probably tell me why you’re doing all this.” her voice was low, raspy and a bit threatening. her possessiveness was dumb attractive, and you surely felt a little hot!!! “hah, this is your girl? she’s outta your league, bro. just give ‘er up. ill treat ‘er soo much better.” the man had become bold. abby didn’t like that. “mm.. nah. she’s fine with me. aren’t you, baby?” she asks as she looks at you. you nod with a small, stupid smile on your face. she presses a kiss on your forehead before she looks back at the man.

her touch had lingered on your skin even when you knew she wasn’t touching you. she sits on one of the chairs with a sigh and you sit next to her. “god, people are so disgusting!” abby said as she lets out an exasperated sigh. she hated when people treated you that way. but you just couldn’t seem to forget that voice she spoke in. the raspiness made this sorta electricity shoot through your veins. she was rambling about something, but you’d began listening when she’d been nearly finished speaking “—that shit wasn’t okay, and nobody should be treating my girl like that. i mean, gosh, some people just really can’t take a hint can they? i was so close to punching him just like id done that other guy but i controlled myself. and, ill just say, it isn’t your fault. i just really don’t like that. you don’t deserve that. not at all.” her voice softens towards the end of her sentence as she places her hand on your thigh gently.

your hand finds itself over hers and you smile at her. “sometimes you gotta punch people for ‘em to understand, yknow?” abby says as she looked at you with the same softened gaze. “abby, no, i will absolutely not be punching anyone… that’s what i have you for. and you hit like, waaaaay harder.” you chuckled. “well, maybe i should show you how to hit real hard.” you shrug, and she smiles at you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “how bout we get outta this shithole?” she suggested with a smile. “oh, yeah. let’s go. im literally starving!” the both of you nod as you begin walking off the porch. as you walk to the sidewalk, the guy from earlier comes running and stumbling out of the house. he was after abby. you noticed and alerted her. “oh shit, we’d better run!” she grabs your hand and the both of you run to her car, giggling and looking back at the man (whos running slow as a snail) and forward at her car.

#wlfabby #adria answers anons #tlou #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #the last of us part two #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #reader insert #tlou x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson x female reader

[clouisluvr]

i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗

#sean diaz x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 x reader #lis2 sean

[strawberrycrushes]

Hello can I request Caelus,Jing Yuan, Blade reacting to cozy!sweetheart!reader with a tiny black dog as a companion having the title of "God Slayer"? It is due to them going against pantheons of gods and winning with nothing but their wit and their blade. Normally reader hates fighting and will downplay their fighting prowess, but when push comes to shove, reader will reveal their true powers as their tiny dog transforms into a massive church grim ready to attack those deemed as threats.

Turns out their tiny dog, became their companion after reader and them worked together to save the dogs home planet from annihilation. (A warriors bond if you will)

(If it makes you uncomfy, feel free to decline, but if you decide to do it, thank you soo much!)

A/n:- GOD THIS TOOK A HOT SECOND. Sorry about the delay, Mid-terms have hit me like a bus. In any case, I hope you enjoy.

Blade:-

“You’re an interesting one, aren’t you?… 'God Slayer',” Blade’s voice hung low across the bloodied battlefield, and you refuse to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, it was an impulsive decision I know, but I got the Stellaron in the end and–”

Blade scoffs and you look up at him, startled.

“The Stellaron? Is that the part you think I’m hung up on?”

“Huh?” You blink.

“When were you planning on telling me?”

“What do you mean? Telling you about what?” You tilt your head.

“About this,” He pointed towards you, the blade by your side, and the still massive Church Grim resting behind you.

The world around you had been caught up in a Stellaron crises, and with your hand forced, you decided to take matters into your own hands and secure the Stellaron for the Stellaron Hunters to seal. Something they absolutely did NOT expect, nor told you to do (though you had a feeling Elio knew anyway). You thought Blade would be more upset with your risky decision, which he probably was, but given the fact that this was the way you decided to bring up the fact that you were the God Slayer? His reaction was warranted, yet you still remained oblivious to the sense behind it. So you said simply,

“Oh…I didn’t want to bring it up, I didn’t think it’d be that important.” You smiled.

Blade blinked, and there was a momentary silence that made the foolishness of your statement known even to you, though you could not tell why.

Blade took a deep breathe, “You didn’t think I’d want to know that my partner is capable of taking down entire armies of men by themselves? Or that the dog that they keep around is in reality a Church Grim, something that honestly shouldn’t be capable of following you around like this, by the way. Or that they are the rumoured ‘God Slayer’, a person the Stellaron Hunters had been trying to recruit for ages no—hold on, is that why Elio led us to that planet you were on…?”

You give an apprehensive shrug, half glad that he’d found a new revelation to contemplate over. You didn’t WANT to throw Elio under the bus but he could handle himself better than you in the face of such confrontation. Who knew your little exploits would get Blade so worked up.

Blade huffed, “No matter, I’ll deal with him later,” he glares at you, “Don’t think you’re off the hook though.”

“Blade, I apologise if I’ve upset you but… I seriously didn’t think It'd be this important to you,” you frown, “I didn’t even WANT to earn the title of God Slayer. I didn’t know the title caught on that widely, or that you were looking for me. Seriously, I would have told you otherwise.”

Blade’s eyes search something in yours before he sighs. “I know. I know you would have. I just don’t understand anything about this. Why play the part of a pacifist when you’re capable of so much destruction? Your abilities must have come from experience, I recognise at least that. If you had spent this much time harnessing these skills then why waste them away like this? What point is there?”

His voice never raised in its volume, but it seemed to grow some sort of frustration in it. At what, you didn’t know. It wasn’t directed at you, he almost seemed to speaking to himself.

It hurt nonetheless, though.

“I’m not as strong as you, Blade. I was talented enough to learn those skills, but they were harnessed fighting a battle I never wanted to have to fight in the first place.” You leaned back against your sleeping hound and sighed, frustrated. “His world was going to be destroyed, you know. It was going to be annihilated, all because of a single God’s callousness. How cruel is that? I don’t enjoy fighting, but dealt with circumstances like that and the ability to help, did you honestly expect me to stand back and just—watch it happen?” You gave a shaky exhale and the conversation turned to silence once more.

Blade didn’t reply and for a while, neither of you spoke. The bloodied battlefield around you spoke as a chilling reminder of what you had done, and though Blade had always struggled to see the world through your sweet, empathetic lens, at that moment your feats were not impressive or worthy of praise, like they were to him, but a bitter means to a hopefully better end, and a future memory full of pain.

He reached out his hand and waited for you to take it, hoisting you up before pulling you into a stiff, awkward, and horribly well-meaning hug, pressing you close against him as you regained your bearings. He had not thought of the pain you must have gone through until that moment, and he regretted never having comforted you before, but he was here now, he could do it today. So he tried, “I’m sorry, for the way I spoke to you, it won’t happen again. And…thank you, for being there for me. You mean everything to me.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest and stayed in that moment for Aeons know how long, because neither of you could feel the passing time. Then, you pulled away.

“Thank you for that. I- needed it for a long time now.” You smiled wearily, but you clearly felt better. You turned over to call your dog, who jolted awake when you whistled, turning back to normal and merrily rushing by your side. He seemed to sense that something had conspired between you and Blade, and he tilted his head curiously.

“It seems I owe you an explanation too,” You laughed as you ruffled his head. “You’re not the only one.”

Blade’s head perked up. “Do you mean?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about my past, Blade. But…”

“There’s a but?”

“You have to tell me about your mysterious past too. Since I ACTUALLY asked you about it, y’know. A long time ago.”

Blade sighed and you smiled, knowing that you had won. “Alright. Deal.”

He chuckled as you and your hound celebrated together—and he really began to wonder just how smart the dog was—before jogging ahead as you started to think of a good place to start.

“Alright so, I think I should begin way back when I was a teen…”

Jing Yuan:-

Jing Yuan knew. Of course, he did. As a responsible General, he made sure that the Luofu ran a thorough background check on each and every person entering, and with the name ‘God Slayer’ being so well known across the galaxies—it wasn’t difficult to pin it back to you.

He was curious, to say the least, as to why such a controversial figure such as you would be interested in the Luofu. So, he did as any reasonable person would have done if a dangerous foreign entity was caught aboard their home and called you over for tea.

One could, of course, describe the meeting as awkward, but the word could not do justice to the scene that had presented itself. Jing Yuan was taking it all in stride as casual as if you were both old friends, but you could not spare a moment to relax, for though his attitude was friendly, his questions were pointed, prying and—well, all around hostile in their nature. To put it plainly, you felt like a criminal being interrogated.

“This meeting has been such an honour and delight. Won’t you join me again for lunch next week?”

This meeting has satisfied me for now, but know that I’ll be keeping an eye on you.

You gulp.

“The honour was all mine, General. I’d love to join you again.”

WHY AM I STILL UNDER SUSPICION!?

Weeks went by like this. As awkward as they started out at first, but then slowly, the ice began to melt. Tensions eased as Jing Yuan was reassured of your standing, and you were reassured that he was not going to throw you in jail for your supposed “crimes”. You could talk as proper acquaintances, finally feeling safe enough to treat your meetings as non-hostile gatherings, then as friends, finally feeling safe enough to talk about your life and loved ones.

You introduced him to your dog, and laughed when he was actually caught off guard by how small it was. You reassured him that no, you were not making a little pup fight besides you in battle and that the dog was in fact, as the rumours suggested, a Church Grim. You told him tales of your adventures together. Of life on your home planet, and of the planets you had been to. The friends you made, the friends you had to leave behind. Of the battles braced beside your closest companion, and of the pain they had caused you. The complicated colours that painted your story entrenched Jing Yuan with a feeling of familiarity, for he too knew of the path of the warrior, and you both grew close.

Jing Yuan introduced you to his apprentice, Yanqing, and smiled as you began to dote on him, much to Yanqing’s embarrassment. You teased him about how fatherly his relationship with his apprentice was, and he told you stories of how he raised the boy, the embarrassing moments (for Yanqing not for him) as well as the difficult ones. You listened intently, and soon the sound of shared laughter turned into held breaths and silence as he moved on to his own childhood and what had become of it. His comrades and his master. The decisions he had made as he got older, and how unsure he felt of them. The wars he fought for far too long and the companion he had outlived because of one. His grief and deep-rooted regret. He asked you if he had done right, and you told him he had done all anyone could. The night air felt cold as you let him rest his head against your shoulder; you both grew close and closer still.

His days felt comfortable by your side. You were witty, but also sweet. You felt like his oldest friend and his closest confidant. He could not imagine a life where he did not meet you, and could not imagine how he had fared without you. He even grew closer with your hound, who made him think of Mimu as he once was. A simple stroll around the Xianxhou Luofu would make clear to anyone how much the majestic white lion meant to him, and for once Jing Yuan hesitated. The fragility of short-lived species was laid out clearly before his eyes, and Jing Yuan doubted if it was worth it to keep you chained down next to him. You were brilliant. You had done so much for this world and could do so much more.

He looked up and saw you bathing in the sunlight, instructing Yanqing on his training, reassuring him when he had done wrong and praising him when he had done right. Jing Yuan shook his head and sighed. How ridiculous of him, he thought, to assume that anyone, especially he, could ever hope to hold you down. He should, perhaps, let the years he had lived through be more beneficial to him, and let himself gain some wisdom from them. He had taken far too many precious moments and times of peace for granted, and now, he will at least not waste the time he spent with you.

He called you over with a smile and both you and Yanqing trotted in besides him for tea and a break, smiling and joking all the while. Jing Yuan let his hands lace through your hound’s coat and smiled as well, feeling as if he could not be more lucky.

Caelus:-

Caelus had no past, no point of reference for “cool” but he knew that you were possibly one of the coolest people he would ever get the opportunity of meeting. You were smart, nice, and so well versed in so many aspects of the universe that he could almost label you as a walking dictionary, like Dan Heng. Not to mention your adorable black hound. Caelus found companionship in the dog that he couldn’t compare to anyone else in the Astral Express Crew. You were there too, of course, and some might even say you were cherished as much as the dog was.

That’s why he always felt so inclined to respect your privacy on matters you didn’t want to disclose. Especially anything relating to the title you held. “God Slayer”.

Caelus had no idea how he kept himself from asking any questions about it, since it was clear that you would grow a bit uncomfortable with the topic, but he had already gotten so much practice from the rest of the Astral Express Crew’s secret lives that he just about managed. No matter how curious he got he had to remember, the friendship he had with you was worth more than your past, no matter how cool it seemed, and he just had to live with what he had.

Unfortunately, he was not too sure he was going live any longer.

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THEM” Caelus let out a cry of frustration. This battle against the Mara Struck had drawn out far too long and though he hated to admit it, he knew he was getting tired, and losing badly.

With a deep breath, he tried to brace himself to launch another attack against the horde when he felt a familiar someone whirl ahead of him at an impossible speed clearing out an incoming bunch of Mara Struck with the swing of a blade.

“?!”

“Sorry I’m late! I believe you called for back up?” You shot him a grin, though your eye inspected him for any sign of injury, showing your genuine worry.

“When did I get time to send an SOS?”

“Since you were gone for so long I got worried. I decided to check on you and…well, you know the rest.”

“See and that’s on why you’re the best,” Caelus smiled as he caught his breathe and got up. “But I’d be more worried about how many of them we have to face. 2 V— Aeons…how many are there? Never mind. What I mean is, this really isn’t the most fair fight, and I’m not in the most ideal condition right now either.”

You smirk “Who says there are only two of us?”

Reaching into your pocket you whip out a dog whistle and call upon the cute little hound dog often found by your side. Except the dog that came was neither cute, nor little and Caelus let his jaw drop. The monstrous howl that announced its entrance felt like it shook the grounds you were standing on, an exciting entrance to be sure, but one that also served to distract your opponents. Taking the opportunity to strike, you leap back into battle, taking on the opponents with tact while Caelus and your Church Grim followed suit and you fought until the impossible battle was finally won, sheathing your blade as your dog turned back to normal.

You were felt a bit weary but all in all, good for the long run, and judging from your dog’s disposition, it was clear that she felt the same way.

“Good girl” you praise her—before being tackled by a panting, yet still somehow energetic Caelus.

“What. Was. That?!” He smiled at you, shaking you by the shoulders, “You were practically an action hero back there why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“Caelus, calm down!”

“Oops sorry,” He gives an apologetic smile, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you like that before, and you didn’t tell me your dog could turn into a giant monster.”

You chuckle as Caelus reaches over to pet your hound, both mirroring each other’s excitement. “Thank you Caelus, I’m flattered but it’s really not that big of a deal.”

Caelus deadpans, “Not that big of a deal? Are you kidding me? Even I was struggling with a fight like that.”

“W-well, you did take out a bunch of the Mara Struck on your own before I arrived and-“

The words dried in your mouth as both Caelus and your hound gave you identical stares of judgement.

“Never mind then…” you sighed as Caelus continued to play around with your dog. Looking back on everything now, it was strange to think how far you had come. The battle you fought should have carried a bitter taste in your mouth, and yet, sitting there with the two companions closest to your heart, you still felt capable of laughing and enjoying life right alongside them. Your days had never felt this fun in a long while and your past carried a lighter weight on your shoulders.

“Hey Caelus?”

“What?”

“Want to hear a story?”

#honkai star rail x reader #caelus x reader #jingyuan x reader #blade x reader