#his gaze is sooooooo powerful

[jentlemahae]

MARK LEE / BOSS @ NCT NATION (230826)

#nctinc #mklnet #nct #mark lee #nct mark #mark #nct u #tusermlee #melontrack #useroro #flashing tw #now! this is flashy and the colouring is what it is but! #he looks so good #his gaze is sooooooo powerful #mine*edits #mk*fancam #colouring this was impossible TT i'll see how i feel idk maybe i'll delete later

[doumadono]

‼️Z BUTA WJEŻDŻA DO SINFUL SUNDAY ‼️

Sooooooo..... You know how you gave us your wonderful MHA mixed with vikings????

You know that I am a little shit that loves to annoy you??

Good BC THAT'S WHAT I AM DOING FOR THIS SINFUL SUNDAY!!!!

I would like to ask for a smut with your viking Hawks :3

Why??? Bc I can >:3

Of course feel free to ignor it.

💎🐺

Warnings: viking!Hawks

SINFUL SUNDAY KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

In the dimly lit hall of the Viking longhouse, the crackling flames cast flickering shadows on the rugged walls. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that seemed to swirl around the figure of the formidable Viking leader, Hawks. His piercing gaze bore into yours, the ones of the thrall, a silent invitation that sent shivers down your spine.

The celebration ensued following the triumphant raid led by Earl Hawks. After a successful return with his warriors and shieldmaidens, a grand feast was organized to commemorate their achievements.

As the feast raged on around you, the clinking of tankards and the distant sounds of merriment faded into the background. The world narrowed down to the man before you, adorned in furs and leather, an embodiment of raw power.

Wordlessly, he led you to a secluded alcove, shielded from prying eyes. The air was charged with anticipation as Hawks closed the distance between you. His lips crashed onto yours, demanding and possessive. The taste of mead lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, a fiery dance that left you breathless.

Cloaked in the heat of the moment, Hawks' hands roamed over your body, fingers deftly undoing the intricate fastenings of your garments. The air was thick with the scent of passion as he lifted you onto a sturdy wooden table, his eyes never leaving yours.

The rough-hewn table became a battleground of desire, a clash of primal instincts as Hawks left a trail of hot kisses along your neck and collarbone. Each touch was a promise, a testament to the untamed passion that burned within him.

His hot breath whispered promises, and you moaned softly, the sound mingling with his own grunting.

"Look at you, my little thrall," Hawks growled, his voice low and husky, a command that sent shivers down your spine. The hunger in his eyes spoke of a primal need, and you could feel the magnetic pull drawing you closer. "I saw you staring at me for the entire feast."

"I want you, my lord, but I'm nothing but your servant," you whispered, your voice laced with urgency.

Hawks grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes, before capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. His hands moved with purpose, divesting you of the remaining layers that separated you from the raw intensity of the moment and the cool air of his alcove.

The air was thick with the scent of desire as Hawks' fingers traced patterns of heat across your skin as they slipped between your thighs, rubbing little circles around your slick slit. His touch ignited flames within you, and you arched into him, craving more of the searing connection that bound you together.

Hawks' voice was a seductive melody as he murmured against your ear, "You're mine tonight, completely and utterly, little Y/N."

A whimper escaped your lips as his hands explored every inch of your exposed flesh, mapping out the terrain of passion. The sensations intensified, a heady mix of pleasure and yearning that threatened to consume you.

Hawks' lips found their way to the hollow of your throat, his tongue tracing a path of molten desire.

"I've wanted this," he confessed, his breath hot against your ear, "To taste you, to feel your silky skin beneath my hands."

His words fueled the flames, and the world around you blurred into a haze of ecstasy. Hawks' kisses left a trail of fire as he descended lower, his actions speaking louder than words in the intimate language of desire.

Hawks gracefully lowers himself to his knees, urging you to perch on the table's edge as he gently parted your thighs. Casting one final sultry glance, he plunged into a seductive dance of kisses and nibbles along the expanse of your inner thighs, progressively drawing nearer to your welcoming mound. With finesse, he enveloped his skilled mouth around your slit.

An unrestrained moan escaped your lips, reverberating in the room as you surrender to the sensation. Your head tossed backward, finding solace on the wooden surface beneath you. The sinuous arch of your back accentuates the pleasure coursing through your veins, mirroring the rhythmic motion of his tongue gliding up and down your moist slit. Every so often, he expertly flicked his attention around your sensitive clit, intensifying the ecstasy that courses through your entire being by sucking on a sensitive bud.

He withdrew, taking a moment to moisten two of his roughened fingers with a deliberate lick, and then he pressed them against your sensitive clit. The calloused digits skillfully moved in rhythmic circles, expertly stimulating your clit as he simultaneously delved into the depths of your pussy with his tongue, spreading your labia with the fingers of his free hand. "Mmmm, you're so delicious, little one," he commented casually.

"More, my lord," you pleaded, your back arching further as your thighs quivered in the midst of an overwhelming wave of pleasure, leaving you in a state of blissful abandon.

Hawks deftly slid his fingers into your pussy, skillfully preparing you for his cock. Meanwhile, his mouth enveloped your clit, and his tongue danced artfully around the delicate bud. A skillful combination of flicks and suctions heightened the sensations, intensifying your pleasure to new heights.

"Allfather!" You whined, slipping one hand between your thighs to rub vicious circles around your clit.

Hawks let you do that, grinning at your vulnerable state that turned him on so much.

In an intimate moment, Hawks guided you through the throes of pleasure as your first orgasm unfolded around his fingers. Following this intense connection, he gently lifted you up from the table, cradling you in his arms, and carried you to his bed, where sumptuous furs adorned the top.

The soft glow of candlelight played upon the well-defined contours of his legs, arms, chest, and back, creating a sensual ambiance as he started undressing himself. Each piece of clothing he shed seemed like a deliberate tease, revealing the toned and sculpted physique beneath. Finally, as his pants dropped away, his cock was unveiled, proudly resting against his abdomen; his tip leaking precum.

Hawks caressed his cock with deliberate strokes, his gaze fixed on you as you willingly held your thighs apart while your fingers traced gentle circles on your moistened slit, heightening the anticipation in the air.

With a whispered request, you sought permission, your words laden with desire, "May I taste you, my lord?"

Hawks, in response, nodded affirmatively, closing the distance as he approached the edge of the bed.

You instantly rolled to your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, taking his cock in your small hands, spitting down on his tip, spreading the saliva with your hands all over his thick, hard shaft. In a matter of moments, you lowered yourself, delicately trailing the tip of your tongue along the length of his cock, starting from its base and ascending all the way to its apex. You enveloped your lips around the delicate tip, expertly applying suction as your skilled movements traversed the length of his shaft. The rhythmic motion of pulling the skin up and down his cock elicited a deep, guttural groan from the earl, resonating with the passion that enveloped the moment.

"Keep on sucking my cock, little one," Hawks encouraged. "Just like that."

In the midst of your passionate encounter, you delicately withdrew his dick from your mouth, allowing your tongue to playfully tease its tip. After a few teasing strokes, you eagerly sucked him back into your mouth.

His hands glided into the soft strands of your hair, cradling the back of your head as he began to rhythmically move his hips, the deliberate pace of his thrusts conveying a raw intensity. A low growl escaped his lips, punctuated by muttered curses, expressing the sheer pleasure he derived from the sensation of your warm, welcoming mouth enveloping his throbbing cock.

In the throes of escalating desire, unable to withstand the intensity any longer, Hawks gently guided your head away. With a commanding yet passionate force, he encouraged you to recline. Subsequently, he pressed you firmly onto the mattress, the softness of the bed and the warmth of fur enveloping you as his weight asserted its presence. The union of your bodies unfolded seamlessly as he skillfully pushed his cock into the depths of your pussy.

In the throes of passion, your shriek echoed through the room, a symphony of surprise and ecstasy. His cock's size surpassed your expectations, his essence an embodiment of unexpected magnitude. The profound stretch, though intense, danced on the delicate line between pleasure and pain.

He executed a rhythmic yet purposeful series of forceful thrusts, causing the entire bed to reverberate with each powerful movement. The passionate exchange of kisses between the two of you intensified, and as your hands trailed down his back, they came to a rest on his well-defined, round ass, encouraging him to delve even deeper into your pussy.

With one exceptionally potent thrust, he elicited another ecstatic cry from you, prompting you to dig your nails into his intricately tattooed back adorned with expansive wing designs.

"I'll cum, I'm about to cum!" You cried out.

Hawks skillfully guided you to recline on your side. Gently raising your leg, he positioned himself intimately behind you, seamlessly reintroducing his cock into your pussy. With precision, he cradled your leg on his hip, granting him unrestricted access to your pussy, and after licking his fingers, he brought them to your clit, rubbing it viciously.

In the heat of the moment, his rhythmic thrusts intensified, drawing forth passionate moans that echoed your appreciation of his prowess. Your arousal manifested in the rhythmic clenching of your pussy around his hard shaft.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You whined loudly, fondling your tits.

As the intensity escalated, Hawks skillfully transitioned, his hand moving from the delicate terrain of your clit to explore the bulge in your abdomen. A self-assured smirk played on his lips, his warm breath whispering seductive words into your ear. "Look at you, little thrall, all whiney and needy, just for me. Just look at how deep my cock is buried within you. You pussy fits perfectly to my dick." Simultaneously, he applied a tantalizing pressure on the prominent bulge formed by his cock nestled within you.

The slick juices of yours cascaded down his shaft, covering his blonde pubes in your slickness. Soon, with a few powerfu thrusts, growling loudly, Hawks came in you, his seed spilling all over your velvey walls as his balls emptied. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's it, take it, little one, take all of my seed, yeah?"

After disengaging from your proximity, he reclined onto his back, drawing deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

Unperturbed by your exposed form, you gracefully shifted to your side, observing him with a discerning gaze. Your hand delicately traced a path along the contours of his well-defined, tattooed chest. "Thank you, my lord," you whispered, your voice carrying a tone of sincere appreciation.

Anticipating an immediate expulsion from his bed and the alcove, you were surprised when, instead, he drew you closer, enveloping both of you under a layer of thick furs. His whispered words brushed against your ear, "I'll make you my queen. Everyone will fear and respect you, just as they do me."

Blinking in disbelief, you stammered, "But, my lord, I'm just a thrall…"

He fixed you with a stern gaze. "And I am the earl. Everyone adheres to my command."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #sinful sunday anon #divider by cafekitsune #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut #viking!hawks #hawks fanfiction #hawks bnha #takami keigo #keigo takami

[mochimooon]

The Other Side - jean kirstein x reader

pairing: Jean Kirstein x gn! Reader summary: Canon-Divergent. Three years after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, you and your comrades journey across the sea to return to Paradis. While reflecting on how far you and Jean have come, he surprises you with one final promise. word count: 800+ notes: Sooooooo....feeling nostalgic after the finale and I found this piece I wrote in December 2022. Felt it was befitting to share considering Jean's fate at the end. To cope with the bittersweet ending, I might share more of my Jean writings that I've never posted.  Brief context, this version of reader is one that I've written about in the past and they used to suffer from a stutter (due to trauma from the fall of Wall Maria at the start of canon), hence the reference in this piece. warnings: fluff, fluff, FLUFF ☻ 

It only took a week when Jean’s company became familiar, comfortable, something you looked forward to. During your training years, you struggled to communicate with others due to your stutter. You had experienced all spectrums of responses to your speech impediment. Some were patient, waiting for you to say all that you had on your mind, others were polite, as in they gave you the time to speak fully, but their impatience spilled out with tapping feet and stiffened smiles. Some avoided you more than the rest because it was too much effort waiting for you to be clear. A few were bold enough to demand that you “spit it out” or likened you to a goat. 

It was the few that never failed to have you shut down and limit your speech as much as possible. This came with the cost of having no friends.

After an outburst from a comrade for taking too long to ask a question, you spent little time in the mess hall while it was crowded, slipping in when it emptied. 

The first morning as you bit into your slice of toast, Jean stood nearby on the mess hall steps, a cup of white tea in his grasp. When he met your eyes, he nodded, bringing the cup to his lips as his gaze swept across the training grounds. 

It happened again at lunch, you hung back outside, a ripe apple ready to be devoured, and Jean’s shadow spilled at your side, a cup of cider in one hand, and the other buried in his uniform pocket. 

By dinner, you were outside with a bowl of soup for only a minute when Jean leaned against the wooden railing with a steaming mug of black tea. 

A week went by, and you had warmed up to his company. 

After the breach of Trost, the death of your comrades, you didn’t expect to hear Jean change his mind about the MPs. As you took your spot in rank, ready to cut your life in half for the Survey Corps, Jean took the spot at your side, eyes burdened, but posture rigid with renewed purpose.

That was when the tide really turned for everyone, but especially for you and Jean’s future. Facing death again and again, from the fall of the Survey Corps to its renaissance, Jean offered you space and time to speak with abandon, and you offered him the same whenever he was feeling overwhelmed with guilt and regret over his choice to fight for this cause. 

When the truth beyond the walls enlightened everything, you ever knew, your heart blossomed with so much desire to make it to other side of the ocean, to the other side of this war. It was all you dreamt about, and you couldn’t imagine it without Jean. 

Side by side, you and Jean’s bond strengthened, raiding Marley to saving the nation. And when the power of the titans fell, you were grateful that Jean made it. 

“You’re a little different than when we met,” Jean says on the ship back to Paradis. 

Looking up, bristling from the tendrils of hair that tickled your face from the sea’s wind, you smile. “I’d say the same happened to you, however I still see the person I met all those years ago, the one who kept me company.” It had been years since you stuttered. 

Jean approaches, mirroring your smile as his hand caresses your face to tuck the tendrils behind your ears. “If we ever went back in time, the one thing I can guarantee won’t change is me finding you.”

“If you didn’t find me, I would have looked for you,” you say, closing your eyes as Jean’s lips grace your forehead. 

He pulls away for a moment, and you open your eyes, watching him with a raised brow. 

Jean digs into his pant pocket, while another hand takes yours. His trembling fingers fill you with concern for a moment, but he levels you with a soft gaze as he pulls out a ring. 

Your heart catches in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Jean…”

He takes both your hands in his with the ring touching your fingers, softly uttering your name. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long. Now that we’ve it made to the other side of this, will you marry me?”

The tears fall, catching in his grasp as he takes your face, pressing his lips against yours in passion. 

Breaking apart, you tearfully accept, feeling your bond with Jean strengthen as he slips the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Jean.”

He breathes a laugh, taking your face again with his own tears spilling for his eyes just before he kisses you again. “I love you. I have always loved you, and I will love you forever.”

#jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfiction #jean kirstein #mochi-writings #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan

[starfxkr]

JJ FOOT FETISHISTS RISE i cant stop thinking about how hes a red toe truther and how tp!reader abuses that information in the early days when hes still playing in her face and uses that to try to give herself some leverage against him constantly acting like he doesnt care about anything she does. hes sitting outside his trailer and she stops by to talk to him and puts her foot up on the step flip flops ON toes PAINTED and he is so pointedly trying not to look its such a small mundane interaction but such a power struggle at the same time

it throws him off sooooooo bad because you've learned to pick up on the small things that make jj tick, and every time he's caught you lounging outside or paining your nails while he fixed the a/c his gaze would linger on your feet when he thought you weren't looking.

he's suspicious the moment you come up to talk to him because you aren't wearing your normal get up--just some mid rise jeans and a baby tee but then you put your foot on the step, toes out and nudging his and it takes all his willpower to not look and you feel like you got a tiny victory.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #trailer park!jj

[charlescoded]

I'm neutral about mpreg charles until the video and you mentioning all the mpreg charles plots, arranged marriage and omegaverse vampire. Your vision is sooooooo good! But what I like the most is max kneeling and kissing charles pregnant belly. I'd sell my kidneys to read this scene.

im soooo not neutral about it, im incapable of being normal about it actually lmao, but glad you liked the ideas! i have many more, but most i'll keep contained in my head or the dms for safe keeping

so yeah, anyway, this took me 50 minutes to write, but here you go, it's based on the lestappen arranged marriage idea:

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Charles lets out a loud groan as soon as the door slams closed behind him. He leans back against the dark wood and scrubs his hands over his face, frustration leaking out of him. When he drops his hands they slide past the now obvious bump of his stomach. He looks down and grimaces. Maybe it was a mistake after all, maybe he should—

He flinches when someone knocks on the door. Charles grits his teeth before replying, “Go away.” He shouts. They’d fought enough today, and Charles had no intention on continuing the conversation. All they ever did was call him reckless, or a fool, or a whore, or everything all at once. 

“I just wish to know whether you’re alright, my prince,” A soft voice says, and Charles rips the door open in sudden haste. Max stands on the other side of the door, armour moulded to his body in all the right places, a worried frown adorning his face, and Charles is distracted for a moment.

“I’m fine,” He says once Max closes the door behind him. “Just frustrated. They were complaining about how they’ll never be able to marry me off to some other old guy when I already have a kid.”

Max’s gaze is calculated. “It was not just that, was it?”

It’s a rhetorical question. Max must have heard something while he stood guard. Charles deflates. “Yes, well, they were calling me selfish and incapable of putting the people of my country first when I act like this, but what else is new…”

When Max extends his hand, in offer, in question, Charles takes it. Max guides him to the side of the bed. “Sit, my prince,” He murmurs. Charles gives him a dirty look but does as he’s told. Max kneels down in front of him and Charles allows him to take off his boots. Max presses a soft kiss on the inside of his knee. “They’re wrong about you,” He whispers. Blue eyes pierce through Charles and he shudders under the attention. “You’re far more capable of compassion than they ever will be.”

Charles swallows dryly. “Not that it matters. They’re the ones in power.”

He watches as Max slides the soft material of his hose down his thighs, unable to look away. He bites his lip. “They’re not, that’s why they’re angry you’re not listening to them.”

Max leans forward and trails his lips up his leg and towards his crotch. Heat pools in his stomach. “I must listen to them or it will harm my people, Max, you know this.”

When Max shakes his head, Charles sits up straight to protest, but his voice falters when Max places his hand over the swell of his stomach. “You’re not, Charlie,” The soft nickname sends a shiver down his spine. “Your baby—our baby—, that is your proof. You can go against them, you have, they cannot harm you.”

“But,” Charles places his hand over Max’s. “They could harm the baby.”

Max shakes his head. “That would be stupid of them, you could easily get pregnant again.”

It’s so blunt that Charles can’t help but smile. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

His smile grows. “Get me pregnant again?”

“Of course,” Max’s hands slips under his shirt, sliding it up to expose his stomach. He leans forward and presses butterfly kisses along the expense of skin. “I’d give you as many children as you want.”

Charles licks his lips, arousal growing. “Yeah? Maybe we should start to practice then…”

The corners of Max’s eyes crinkle as he smiles up at him. Then, for a moment, he turns serious. “I would protect you, you know, you and the baby, always. No harm will befall any of you.”

“I know.” Charles whispers, and he means it. Whatever mistakes he might have made, choosing Max wasn’t one of them.

#answered ask #my writing #lestappen #we can split the profits of your kidneys does that sound like a fair deal? #anyway i hope you liked it <3 #🦆

[heich0e]

Liv! Your archive of WIPs sounds so fascinating :3

Do you have anything for Levi, Oikawa, or Bakugo?

[omg i have SOOOOOOO many wips for Levi that i don't think will ever be written :( but i also have some for toto so it was hard to choose!! i ended up going w levi just bc the sheer volume was overwhelming lmaooo. this is a canon universe fic that i started writing when i was like 1 or 2 (???) seasons into AOT with a world of hurt left ahead of me. i will never ever post it anywhere because it's cringey and bad but this scene has a bit of flavour]

Levi steps towards the doorway, the last to depart save for the blonde still seated at the head of the table. 

“Levi,” the commander calls to him before he can properly take his leave. 

The slighter man pauses, shoulders tense, before slumping down sullenly into a seat near the end of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“You knew.”

Levi tosses the words out accusatorially once the room has emptied, the door creaking closed behind the last departing officer. Erwin says nothing in response, staring down the visibly irate man on the other side of the table with a characteristically unaffected gaze. 

“She could have had her pick of placements within the military. If she graduated in the top of the cohort, she would have had to make that choice on her own and then explain it to the family who was waiting for her back at home. The family who had every expectation that she would take a comfortable position with the MPs. But she threw the exam so she'd have no choice, or rather no excuse, but to come here.” 

“So, you knew,” Levi repeats his earlier indictment, his aggravation only more pronounced the second time around.

“I had my suspicions,” the commander agrees, nodding sagely. “She’s an exceedingly proficient soldier, after all.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Levi asks him, reaching out to thumb idly through the exam report still left out on the table before him—but every glance at the adulterated results only makes the anger churning in his gut boil hotter.

“What difference would it have made, Levi?” Erwin asks, still keeping him fixed in his gaze. The commander's tone remains level, but Levi has known him long enough to tell when he's getting irritated, even in spite of his carefully-held composure.

Levi turns his head away, his jaw tensing.

“The military police had their eye on her from the moment she enlisted,” Erwin explains, sighing as if it pains him to spare the effort. “A skilled, well-educated cadet from a highly respected noble family would be a powerful negotiating tool in any branch. Imagine what they would have had planned for her if she’d fallen into their grip.”

Levi's grip tightens, crumpling a piece of paper angrily in his clenched fist. “Well, we’ve used her in the exact same way they would have. So what does that make us?”

“Levi, don’t do anything rash.” Erwin's known Levi long enough to read him and his body language a plainly as any map.

“Like whoring out a cadet for financial gain?” Levi’s response is sharp as he stands from his seat, the chair scraping against the floor. It's an ugly, unpleasant sound—wholly befitting of the situation.

“She knew what she was doing, she isn’t a child,” Erwin’s tone slips slightly, finally giving away his own vexation.

Levi's lip curls as he looks at him, his disgust as plain as day.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

#liv got mail #wip

[flovverworks]

rereading ch12 of pt1 cuz i wanted to find the rutile part but this line is SOOOOOOO akiras so funny

Akira: Shino, where are you going? The party hall is in the opposite direction..... Shino: I'm going home. Akira: Oh, I see, you're going ho... Huh!? W-wait! Please wait! He's gone already.... where did he go!?

mhyk comedy my beloved

but also akira realizing & stopping the potential of shino flying away by grabbing him so they could properly talk..T_^ shino & akiras relation is so precious to me. shino asking if its part of akiras job as sage to ask why hes feeling like that/what happened/why were they fighting, but akiras just genuinly wants to know. sages heart. aauururgghhh.... (also the added of shinos whole selfworth but thats another essay)

I can tell from his powerful gaze that he’s not pondering over whether to tell me; rather, he’s peering into my identity. Like a stray cat that’s trying to decide if it should approach you or ignore you and move on. And once those stray cats decide to come close to you, they fear nothing.

Shino gazes at me with the eyes of a child begging for a rainbow. I laugh and grasp his hand. Akira: You’re right..... Let’s defeat the < Great Catastrophe > and become heroes who save the world. Let’s build you a magnificent castle, Shino. Shino: Can we? Really? Akira: I’ll do my very best. I’ll become an amazing Sage so that everyone will hear out my wishes.

DO U GET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

i forgot the 'mixer' confusion happens at the party too skull emoji arthur......last sage u....

Faust: I’m headed out to take a break. My excuse is that I’m still recovering from my injuries. Nero: Yeah, sure — you mean you hate parties. Faust: I mean I hate this castle.

head in hands. essay about faust and alec

there it is

...

i have so much to say that i dont even know where to start let me make a separate figaro post one day cuz what in the actual hell

He graciously offers me his hand, but my nerves are still buzzing. Figaro’s words are seductive, and his smile, charming — I can tell that he’s trying to seem harmless. But there’s still something strangely terrifying about him: if I take his hand, I feel like I’m going to get swallowed whole.

Figaro: But I want to dance with you. Akira: ....Why....? Figaro: Because I want to make you my puppet. Figaro replies calmly with a smile. Figaro: The Sage keeps the wizards in the magic headquarters together. If I want him to do my bidding — don’t you think the fastest way to accomplish that would be to make him fall in love with me? Akira: What....? Figaro: Because when you fall in love, you can give up your heart to those you do not trust — and even to those you loathe. I’m asking you to join me in that act. ....How about it? Won’t you dance with me? I can’t believe my ears; he’s saying such horrific things in such a kind, sweet voice that it makes my head spin. I stare at Figaro in shock. He’s neither making a fool of me, nor is he trying to laugh at me. He just continues smiling with a kind, gentle gaze.

unreal conversation from start to finish. thinks of his june bride card too. god. also thinking about how akira almost gets trapped in it anyway despite recognizing that something is Very Very Wrong. beyond hilarious that figaro says all this and then falls in love first (joke)

but really that one figaro card about 'do you still hesitate to take my hand?' T____^ in general the way this convo happens and their relation turning into a very considerate toward e/o on both sides makes me. i cant explain it. its the careful thoughts & actions in caring for e/o without words.

Figaro looks like a hapless father as Mitile takes his hand and drags him away. He’s a completely different person from earlier.

LOOOOORRRRDDDDDD

Snow: I’m sorry, Sage. Figaro doesn’t mean to hurt you. White: He’s just a terrible person from his very core......

unwell

anyway unbelieveable how the source of everything no matter what is murr

Heathcliff: Please, I don’t quite see how the Northern wizards could be described as gentle. You must be talking about the Southern wizards. See, like Mister Rutile...... At that moment, the Southern wizard Rutile walks right up to Nicholas. Rutile: What do you mean by that!? Heathcliff: ............

THIS IS THE PAERT LMFAAOOOOO ITS SO FUNNY

Rutile: Then what are you? You, who did not even fight the < Great Catastrophe >? I believe that would make you less than useless, would it not?

god u r my everything go rutile go. i have no further comment this is just one of my favorite moments of all time i love the flores brothers. excellent characters

#stardust speaking ! #tldr review: ch12 is an unreal chapter i could not believe what i was seeing the first time i read it and i still can not believe it. 10/10

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Romanced companions (fo4) react to a distressed female soul telling them she found out she's turning into a ghoul (she's known it for a while but she's been too afraid to tell them, worrying about how they'd react)

Romanced! FO4 Companions React to F!Sole Turning into a Ghoul

Thank you so much for the ask anon! (and for your patience, I know you sent this one in forever ago 😅)

I always kind of wondered how the companions would react to this if it was a function of the game 🤔 So I'm glad I got to explore it a bit! I hope you enjoy!

Cait:

No. Not her. Not her Sole. Cait thought, unable to grasp the news Sole had just revealed to her. Her partner was too strong, she was too careful. She was from before the bombs, before the radiation! How could this have happened?

In her mind, it would have made a lot more sense for Cait to turn into a ghoul long before Sole. Her arse actually deserved the pain of watching her physical self peel away day by day, but not Sole. Her companion, her partner, the one damn person she actually loved... No, Sole was too good for this. But the two of them, they could beat it, they could reverse it somehow. One of those vaults could hold the answer, like it did for her, even after she had thought it was too late.

Cait didn't want to stop the change because she had anything against ghouls, really, because she doesn't. But she couldn't stand the sight of her luv's face when, at the light brush of her fingers through her once silky locks, she felt them fall to the ground in webbed clumps, Cait couldn't stand the pain in Sole's expression as her skin began to shrivel and peel off, she couldn’t witness one more instance of Sole glancing in a mirror with such immense sadness in her eyes. And Cait became very troubled when she realized that Sole would be here long after she was dead. Cait couldn't stand to face reality without her partner after all that she's done for her, and now Sole was staring that reality in the face. The poor lass had already outlived everyone she's known and loved once, and now she had to do it all over again, who knows how many times? It just wasn't fuckin' fair.

Well, once Cait had accepted Sole's change as permanent, she would do everything in her power to ensure the pair made the most of their years together, giving absolutely no fucks about Sole's new appearance. And should anyone else decide to look at her the wrong way, or, God forbid, say something to her about it, Cait's fist would be unholstered and swinging before the offensive words could even leave their worthless lips.

Curie:

She would feel sorry for Sole, and constantly be there for her as a source of support. When her love had told her what was happening, Curie had been shocked. Sure, she had noticed a few changes in her partner’s body, but she had hoped it wouldn’t be anything too serious. Still, this wasn't the worst that could happen, Curie would know, after all of the diseases and viruses she had worked with in the vault. Yet... the synth still found her chest throbbing at the thought of watching her love deteriorate before her eyes.

Throughout Sole’s change, Curie would do what she could to lessen the symptoms. There was no “cure” for being a ghoul, but Curie would feel awful if she didn’t at least try.

As Sole’s condition became more and more obvious, she would do everything in her power to make sure her partner knew that she still loved her. Curie had been a reprogrammed Miss Nanny when Sole had found her, she'd been nothing more than a metal machine when Sole had selflessly saved her, and yet, she had found a way to love her for who she was, despite what she was, and she had been there every step of the way as she made the change to her synth body. Curie would be happy to return the favor tenfold.

Also, throughout the process of Sole's change, if anyone was rude to her love, about anything, Curie would be at them with harsh words and a firm teacher’s voice as she gave the ill-mannered stranger a quick ghouls-101 education session.

Danse (Post BB):

Oh… Oh God. Not this. Not her, not his beautiful Sole. The ex-paladin’s stomach would drop as she quietly forced out her confession, refusing to meet his wide, despairing gaze.

He didn’t know what to do. Danse was horrified. Not for the first time in his life, he felt like his world was crashing down all around him. Everything good in his life seemed to revolve around the person in front of him, but all of his love, his devotion, all of the effort he put into protecting this one person he had left, that he valued above all else in his life, it was all in vain. Because now… she was turning into something that he had always feared. Something that he had been taught and trained to despise, to think of as vermin that needed to be extinguished. It was the way he felt about himself when he found out what he truly was. He never wanted to feel that way towards her, never thought he would have been able to, and even now… he found that he couldn’t.

It didn’t matter what she was turning into, what she’d become, she was still Sole. And he was committed to her, he was loyal to her. Godammit, he loved her for Christ's sake. He wasn’t about to let this calamitous development change any of that. She certainly hadn’t when it had been him in her place.

Danse would still often have trouble with his internalized prejudices left over from his time with the Brotherhood, but he would try his heart out for her. Every passing day brought more changes to the woman he loved, each one serving as a reminder to what the end result would be, and witnessing it would break his heart into pieces.

It was strange though, it wasn’t as devastating as he had thought it would be, in the beginning. Sole was still herself, even underneath all of the physical changes, she was still here beside him, and in the end, that’s all Danse really needed.

Deacon:

For once, Deacon remained silent. His brows furrowed low beneath his sunglasses and his hand came up to rub at his mouth, as though he were trying to physically pull out a response. He cleared his throat, and his hand went up to remove his glasses so he could look Sole in the eye. A rare sight, one that made her pulse quicken further as the apprehension of her confession really set in.

Deacon had already known, or… suspected, rather, but he hadn’t wanted to believe it. It wouldn’t be the first time the Railroad agent's experienced this kind of dread. When he had found out his wife was a synth, he had felt this same crippling pressure in his chest. But he didn’t say that, Sole didn’t need to hear about his problems, no, not again. Now she needed him to help with hers.

So, the spy would nod at her, and ask her what she needed from him. He's a knowledgeable guy, everyone knows that, Sole most of all, so if she needed anything as far as information on what she was about to go through, he would be able to provide it. Better yet, he could bring her to quite a few folks he knew who had gone through the same sorta hell themselves.

Beyond that, not much else would change. Deacon isn't one to put much stock in a person's physicality, what kinda daft and inconsiderate hypocrite would he be if he did? Hell, he may even speak to a surgeon about altering his appearance to become more ghoul-like if that was something Sole cared about. But honestly? He just would want his partner to know that it didn't matter to him.

"Thought you could get rid of lil old me just by going ghoul? Heh, sorry, cuddle muffin, but it looks like you're still stuck with me."

Sole had been able to forgive him for everything he's done, she hadn't judged or ridiculed him for being a bigoted assface for the first half of his life, and she'd accepted him for the compulsive liar and emotion-dodging, sarcastic smart-ass that he was now; sooooooo, yeah. This whole ghoul thing? Not a problem. Just another glorious and compelling chapter in this wacky book called life.

Hancock:

Hancock becomes the literal epitome of empathy. He knows what this shit's like, he's gone through the motions. He remembers the nightmarish sight of his flesh falling from his body in shriveled tatters, he recalls his once silken voice dissolving to his current raspy timbre, he knows what it's like to see the bright vibrance of his irises vanish over the course of a couple weeks, slowly dissolving to the blackness that he now saw the world through.

But with Hancock, it had been his choice. Okay, so he didn't know for certain that he'd become a ghoul, but he had been ready for it, had known it was at least a possibility. With Sole though, she didn't sign up for this shit. She didn't deserve to go through the same kinda hell he did. He wanted to go through hell, felt like he deserved it. But his gorgeous sunshine? The light of his life, the kindest, most selfless person he'd ever met? Nah. She didn't deserve to watch herself develop the likeness of a certain sorta dehydrated fruit.

Hancock would be sure to tell her every day just how incredible she was, how brave, and strong, and how she was still beautiful beyond belief, no matter what. He would show her how he felt. Showering her in gifts and affection, taking her out to prove to her that he could never even think to be embarrassed by her in any capacity whatsoever. He loved this woman, he cherished her. Every irradiated bit of her.

And now… now the best part. Hancock would try not to seem too overexcited, knowing that this whole process was traumatic and painful for his love, but now he could spend the rest of their lives making her see just how much one person-- one ghoul-- could love another. He'd been terrified out of his mind when he thought he would outlive Sole, by who knows how long. But now… now they had an eternity to spend together, or, however long it is ghouls live for. Whatever, no matter how much time they had, Hancock would never be convinced it would be enough. He just supposes the rest of their long lives will simply have to do.

MacCready:

He'd try not to give away his heartbreak as he gazed back at her, his face draining of all it's color as those fateful words escaped her with a sob. This was a nightmare of MacCready's. He hadn't ever told Sole what he saw that night he had woken up screaming, he had told her he couldn't remember the dream, and she had said "maybe that was for the best." If only he'd been telling the truth. In reality, what he saw was the immensely frightening sight of Sole taking his late wife's place in that horrific memory that was forever burned into his brain. Her body engulfed by a throng of writhing ferals as she shrieked out his name. As with all of his dreams like this, MacCready was rooted to the place he stood, forever imprisoned as a bystander to the brutality taking place before him. The agony only ceased when the pack of feral ghouls dispersed, revealing Sole, now as one of them. She had raced towards him, hunger and madness glinting in the opaque depths of her dark, iris-less eyes. The mercenary couldn't get the image out of his head as he watched the color in Sole's eyes fade away over time, her skin losing its divine smoothness, her soft hair drifting to the ground in wisps of somber defeat.

The couple had cried a lot in those weeks of her change. The process was heart wrenching for the both of them to witness; but MacCready stuck by her side. He could be stronger than his nightmares, than his fears, when it came to Sole.

When the day finally did come when she was referred to as a ghoul by a perfect stranger, MacCready had almost been surprised. It had taken time for her to look this way, to sound this way, and he had hardly noticed the extent to which his partner changed until looking at old renderings and pictures of her from before the bombs. This was just who she was now.

She wasn't a monster, a ravenous zombie that he feared and despised. She was Sole. She still acted like his love, her voice still resembled that of his partner's, her eyes had lightened to a blue that outshone his own, which he was clearly not bitter about, and she still was just utterly his Sole. The same woman he had fallen for in the first place, the one he thought he'd never be lucky enough to be loved by in return. But now, even behind all the changes, he could still see her there, and he could certainly still love her.

The nightmares became much less common after her transformation, oddly enough. And when he finally introduced Sole to Duncan, he was terribly worried that the boy would hate her, that he would remember that traumatic night when the pair had lost a mother and a wife, and that he would be afraid of her. But his son hardly seemed to notice Sole's condition, as he shook her hand and introduced himself with enthusiastic giddiness. Later, Duncan might voice some questions to her about being a ghoul, but they were always out of genuine curiosity.

MacCready couldn't have been more proud of his child than he was then, or more touched than when Duncan expressed his relief at Sole having a skin condition like this, and yet, she was still able to be loved by someone as great as his dad. The boy himself remembered the way people would look at him before he had been cured of his blue boils, and he didn't wish that on anybody, he'd assured both Sole and MacCready of that one day.

No, MacCready couldn't have been more proud. Of his son, sometimes even of himself as he learned to outgrow his fears, how to muscle through his trauma and be the best father and partner he could possibly be; and certainly, he couldn't have been prouder of Sole.

Nick:

Nick would be remarkably sympathetic, taking Sole's hand in his good one comfortingly as she struggled to get out the confession, and having not even a glimpse of a negative reaction in response to her heart-wrenching words.

“Oh, doll… I’m so sorry.” His fingers would stroke over her hand in an effort to comfort her. He had been surprised by the news, but it wouldn’t change anything. He’d assure her of that. No matter what physical changes Sole underwent; the memories of a certain synth, all metal, and fiberglass, and plastic, and the damn near perfect woman who somehow fell for him would fill his mind, and he wouldn’t be able to keep from telling her just how much she meant to him every single day.

Life would go on, they would go out on cases together, and help the people of the commonwealth as they have nearly since the day they met, but if anyone decided to utter a comment as to Sole’s physical state, they would certainly be faced with a stern talking to from one sassy synth.

He tried to not mention it too early on, but Nick wouldn't be unable to keep the thought buried forever. One day, when Sole was feeling especially despondent about her current state, he’d remind her that he’d always be there for her. Always. Now he didn’t have to worry so much about that dreadful and inevitable fast-approaching day that he would have to bid Sole goodbye as she passed away from her old age, leaving him alone on this ruined earth. He’d just have to hope that she would be as comforted by the thought as he was.

Piper:

The news would be hard to grasp at first, and even after she understood what Sole was telling her, she wouldn't know what to do. How can you fix something like this? This was her Blue they were talking about! She could do anything, she'd survived the bombs, had found the Institute, she had found her son after so many years, had done all of that, just to now have to go through this too? Hasn't Sole been through enough?!

Piper would be angry, and she'd feel horrible watching Sole go through the changes, as she was forced to witness her love's physical form deteriorate before her in just a couple short months. Piper would try to tell Sole to keep her chin up, remind her who she was, of everything she's been through, how much she's overcome; and if anyone wanted to bug her partner about being a ghoul, Piper would tear them to shreds with her words, not caring if she made a scene as she made the stranger realize what horrible mistake they had made speaking to Sole like that. She'd rip ‘em a new one for sure, and spend a good portion of the day making sure her love was alright after the ordeal. The reporter knew how much words could hurt.

She would be utterly supportive, and even, if Sole was comfortable with it, might see if she’s interested in being a sort of poster child for a campaign to allow ghouls back into Diamond City (and God help anyone who tries to keep Sole out of the city before Piper has a chance to change the law officially.)

Preston:

Preston tried to swallow through the lump in his throat, but to no avail. The Minuteman didn’t cry often, or, he hadn’t since meeting Sole. But this… He couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as he drew her into his embrace. His voice surely would have failed him if he had tried to comfort her with his words, so his arms wrapped tightly around her, her head pressed firmly to his chest. That would have to do for the time being.

“Sole, I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” He managed to whisper to her as his hand came up to stroke gently at her soft hair, trying desperately not to imagine the way it would fall from her head soon enough. He took a deep breath.

“But… I want you to know something. Something really important.” Preston pulled away so he could look into her eyes, hands coming to rest on either of her tear-stained cheeks “This won’t change anything between us. No matter what, you’re still my General, and… and I love you so much. What’s happening to you won’t ever change the way I feel about you.” They’d both be sniveling messes through the night.

But each morning that passed in the coming days, each change Sole underwent, they would take as it came. Preston is a bit of a workaholic, he knows this, and so does Sole, but he’d take a day off if ever her symptoms became unbearable enough. The Minutemen were stronger now than they had been in years, because of her, and so he would try not to feel so guilty about stepping away from his duties to help her.

But he would keep his promise, and, through everything, Sole would remain the General of the Minutemen, with everyone still paying her the respect that the title was due. She would remain the love of his life, he would tell her every day the way that he admired her, tell her how gorgeous he found her, no matter how much her physicality changed, he would remind her of her boundless strength. He just hoped it’d be enough to make her happy, to save her back, in the way she had saved him.

X6-88:

When Sole hesitantly told him about what was happening to her, it had only been after he asked. It was clear to the synth that something was wrong with his partner, but waiting for her to explain on her own had him only becoming more impatient. When she did tell him, he was furious. Certainly not at her, and not necessarily at the Institute’s inability to prevent it from happening, but at the Commonwealth, at the world for doing this to the one he loved. X6 couldn't stand the thought of it, the pain she had to go through. A part of him blamed himself for it. He was meant to protect her, from anything that could possibly harm her, and he had failed. Her changing appearance would be a testament to that failure every day of his life.

In an effort to make it up to her, X6 offered everything he possibly could to his partner, walking her though each and every symptom that came with her change, and ensuring she was utilizing every resource the Institute had at its disposal. Treatments, and skin creams, and supplements, and enough radaway to douse the glowing sea were used in an effort to slow the process of ghoulification, or perhaps even to halt it.

When it inevitably didn’t work, X6 would feel useless, like he had failed in his mission to keep his beloved safe all over again. However, something strange happened to the courser when the one he loves began to physically fall apart in response to the radiation. He didn’t want to leave her. He could stand to look at her, to still love her in the way that he never thought he would be able to, even when she was human. Despite what she had become, she was still his Sole.

After he came to this realization, X6 would take it as a personal mission for himself to ensure that anyone who made Sole feel bad for the way she looked or the way she now spoke would pay dearly for the carelessness of their commentary. X6 would work endlessly to guard his love from insults and dangers alike, from outsiders as well as those within the Institute. That was what he could do for her, what he had to do, if he ever wanted to make it up to Sole. The way he had carelessly let this happen to her... He would never forgive himself, and wonder every day how Sole could, but he will make it up to her. Mark his words.

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[Sooooooo...as way of consolation after receiving some troubling news in ‘real life’, I went home last night and had a little wine and wrote something that can pass for Stephen Strange x Female Reader--though it my mind, the lady in question is one of my OFCs in a roleplay thing that’s gone sort of...dormant. Take it as you will, hopefully to enjoy!]

Stephen has taken his lady out for a night on the town. The Rainbow Room atop Rockefeller Center, with the chance for some slow dancing following a very posh meal. He's been courting her the old-fashioned way, and thus far they've done some serious necking and engaged in some delicious petting, but their dates have always ended when he saw her to the door of her guest room in the Sanctum. Tonight is different. Maybe it's the setting and that they're dressed up, with no hint of sorcery about them. And maybe the wine has pushed them past the point of just longing for more. Whatever the case, feelings are running deep. And feverish.

Photo by b-editions, who knows well that her edits very often inspire my writing!

...the taste of the chardonnay lingered on her lips, and Stephen found it very hard to release her from his kiss. The music played on--a smooth, instrumental version of Clapton's You Look Wonderful Tonight--oblivious to the heat growing between them, and to the unspoken wishes each found awakened by the elements of romance which had surrounded them all evening.

They were barely swaying in place now, and as Stephen finally drew away, he leaned his forehead against hers. She had slipped her hands beneath the lapels of his jacket; her pretty lips were slightly parted and her soft, sweet breath tickled his own. The band seamlessly segued into Lady in Red , and Stephen chuckled inwardly--he couldn't have picked a finer play list than the one that chance had given him tonight. But a music more seductive than mere love songs had gained power over them now, and neither of them could deny it's siren call, begging them to  give in to the need they had been dancing gingerly around for several days.

When Stephen raised his face enough to look at her, she gave a quiet sigh and bit her lip. “What,” he murmured, watching her mouth hungrily, eager for a deeper kiss, “What is it, honey?”

“I just wish...” she started, and then closed her eyes.

“Please tell me, sweetheart,” he urged her, “And maybe I can make it so...”

She blinked her eyes wide open and let them linger on his mouth, before raising them to meet his gaze. “I wish we were alone. Because if we had the place to ourselves, I’d...I’d kiss you like there’s no tomorrow.”

He swallowed hard at just the thought, growing so warm beneath his collar that he had to loosen his tie. “I, uh...I think I can arrange just that, sweetheart,” he confided, enchanted by the glitter of excitement in her eyes. Stephen slipped his right hand into his trouser pocket, an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. A moment later the lights began to flicker and the amplifiers suddenly cut out.

“Is this you,” she whispered. He only answered with a shrug. And then the lights went out altogether, while the couples all around them expressed varying degrees of irritation and surprise. Only the glow from the emergency exit signs remained to light the room.

A crystal kind of chiming filled the air around them, even as the lights came back to life. She gave a startled gasp, which quickly turned into a gasp of pure delight, finding that they were enclosed all around in the Mirror Dimension. “Stephen,” she giggled, “You just can’t...”

“Oh, but I can,” he countered, pulling her flush against him and flaring his eyes suggestively. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t at least try to grant my lady fair a wish or two? Especially since that sort of wish is right in my wheelhouse?”

“Your wheelhouse, eh?” She flashed him a pretty smirk, “Is this something typical of previous Sorcerer Supremes?”

“I doubt it...” His voice had gone low, and deeper than usual; his pupils grown large with mounting desire. “...but I’m just a man right now. Counting on you to be a woman of your word.”

She slid one hand up onto the nape of his neck, moving close enough so that their breath mingled, mouths just a whisper apart. “Kiss you like there’s no tomorrow,” she breathed onto his lips, “Kiss you with...with everything I am...”

Stephen nodded, rumbling his need, “Yes, darling. Please. Because I can’t stand to wait a single moment more...”

She teased him for just that moment, brushing her lips to his as she pressed her body tightly against him. He moaned without meaning to, while she first grazed his lower lip, then drew it between her lips to suckle. Savoring it slowly. He shivered with the heat such a quiet deed stirred in his blood, bringing his palms up to cup her face, threading his fingers in her hair. “More,” he managed when she withdrew for just a little, “More, please, because it’s been forever since anyone has made me feel like this...”

“Like what,” she asked, kissing just the corner of his mouth.

“Like the only magic that matters is the witchcraft in your lips, sweetheart. And I don’t think I’ll ever...ever...ever get enough...”

Thus charmed by the truest sorcery--that of the heart--she answered his wish as happily as he had answered hers. Providing him with deep abiding kisses that embedded themselves in his soul, and became a golden memory to warm him whenever he faced darkness and travails across a cold and distant multiverse.

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a fish out of water | f (teaser)

“With Changbin you are a fish out of water, but a bird that can fly.”

collab oneshot | sports! au | approx. 10k words

s u m m a r y >> being a waitress at your dad’s chicken shop wasn’t the most ideal job, but with dreams of attending the haneol sports university, you power through — even if it means dealing with customers such as seo changbin, elite swimmer and irritant extraordinaire. however, when that very boy catches you swimming in the university pool, you have to comply to his wishes in order to avoid consequences — arguing, spending time, and see what’s truly beneath that cheeky, muscled exterior.

w a r n i n g s >> weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo! au, waitress! reader, swimming major student! changbin, you and changbin are friends but like yall still annoying, changbin is hot and he knows it, you’re sick of hearing it, alot of teasing and making fun of each other, sooooooo much fluff, literally too much fluff, slight sexual tension but its still fluff cause im fearing god today, 2racha cameo, i guess a tiny bit of angst??? pressing (x) to doubt tho, also very stupid egg puns which will make you want to exit this fic

p l a y l i s t >> here!

t a g l i s t >> @aliceu @kookings @hyuckworld @ioveseung (send an ask if you wish to be added!)

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e >> hey yall i finally stopped being lazy and decided to write !! this is the teaser for my part in the @hanflix​ ‘kdrama’ themed collab!! yall have already seen me scream about weightlifting fairy so no surprise i wrote about them :’) anyway i hope you guys enjoy my changbin as my beloved jung junhyung <3

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NEVER DID YOU WANT TO DROWN YOURSELF MORE.

Because before you stood the last boy you wanted to see in this situation.

The shock of his presence had you collapsing in the pool again.

Splutters of laughter escaped him as a great splash! sounded from your impact, you rising to the surface laboriously as you wheezed in a breath. Your eyes widened at Seo Changbin, grinning like a Disney villain at your near-death experience.

“Wh-what…” you rasped out, holding onto the ramps. “What the hell...are you doing here?”

“Me?” he asked in surprise, pointing to himself. “I was gonna ask you that!”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but then the realisation hit.

Of course. You’re not part of the swim team.

The boy carried on, watching you carefully. “I was ready to practice alone in the middle of the night, because you know,” he gestured his hands at his figure, “I’m actually part of the swim team.

“And who do I see before me?” he drawled, both hands on his hips. “The Birdie of Bok Chicken, swimming without permission in the university pool.”

He then paused. “Swimming a little too good to just be a waitress at a local chicken shop.”

You looked away, slightly embarrassed at his observation. “I usually go to the other public pool, but—shit!” you suddenly yelled. “That’s not the point!”

Hauling yourself out of the pool, you felt Changbin’s voice interrogate you. “How did you even enter? The place is locked after roll call.”

When your eyes stole a glance at the windows, he instantly noticed. “Oh my God, you climbed in?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight!” you whined, hugging yourself foolishly. “I just...whenever I deliver some food to you and your friends I see the pool behind you and…” you then groaned, wanting to hide your face in your hands. “I just wanted to swim here, okay?!”

Cocking his head, his gaze darted to the security offices beyond the floor windows of the building. “You’d be in big trouble if someone caught you.”

That had you gaping at him. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna rat me out!” you exclaimed, dread rising in your gut. Frantically, you wondered of the horrific consequences of his decision, if the matter would reach your father.

No doubt he would deep fry you along with his chicken.

“Don’t you worry, Birdie,” you heard the boy’s consolation. “I won’t tell anyone about you sneaking here.”

You were about to sigh in relief when you caught sight of his knowing smirk.

“On one condition.”

Sliding his hands in his track bottoms, he shifted on his feet, his chest snug in the tight black vest he adorned. Your eyes did not miss the tightening of his biceps, the twitch of his lips curving maliciously.

Oh, no. The bastard was not thinking of anything in your favour.

“What...and what would that be?”

Changbin found the courage to drop the terms.

The one condition he had been meaning to ask since the day you delivered him his first order of Bok Chicken.

“Go on a date with me.”

Your mouth fell to the floor.

What did he say to you?

“What did you say to me?”

The boy furrowed his brows. “I think I said it loud enough.” He took a step forward, shoes hitting the small puddle around you. “One day. One full day, you go out with me, and I won’t tell a soul.”

A scoff was what you first offered him. “I’ll drown myself before I go on a date with you,” you retorted.

Judging by the look on his face, that was not the right answer. “Okay, then, sweetheart,” he merely said, turning on his heel. “I hope the dean enjoys what I’m about to report to him!”

Widening your eyes, you instinctively reached out your hand. Grabbing onto his wrist, you held him back, he whirling his head to yours.

You didn’t catch his stare, darting to your strong grip, and then back to you again. “Why?” you got out, squeezing his wrist. “Why this condition?”

He parted his mouth at your question.

In truth, he didn’t know himself.

As he pursed his lips in thought, he wondered whether he would be able to tell you a valid answer. In full truth, all he knew was that spending time with you was a wish he didn’t realise he’d been harbouring. Sure, you both argued like little children, but within every retort and exaggerated scoff lay an inner longing to keep you near him.

Even if it meant he risked being floored by your god-awful scooter.

He would never tell you this, though. Not to boost your probably massive ego.

So he only offered you a knowing smile. “I just enjoy messing with you, Birdie.”

You then noticed the iron grip you had on him, your fingers digging into his warm skin. Quickly you broke the contact, locking your hands behind your back. “One day. No more.”

The grin that broke onto his face made you uneasy.

“You won’t regret it.”

A fearful bite of lips was your answer.

You weren’t so sure of that.

Not one bit.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin fluff #stray kids #stray kids oneshot #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #changbin imagines #skz #skz changbin imagines #changbin fluff #skz changbin fluff #stray kids x reader

[soft--dragon]

Boredom

Inspired by this ask here

Word Count: 1,408

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don't like that then don't read :)

Hope you enjoy guys 💞💞💙💙

Wilbur turned a page of his book, doing everything in his power to keep his focus on the words in front of him. Techno tossed the book to him before leaving with Phil, saying they were going to get food or something. Wilbur honestly hadn't been paying much attention, still trying to process why Techno had given him a book called The Art of War.

Now, a few hours later, he sat on the couch, reading with interest, but painfully aware of a teenager that had been staring at him from across the room for the past minute or two. The silence dragged out until Wilbur finally cracked and looked round.

"What?" He asked.

Tommy shuffled his feet against the floor, half slumped against the wall.

"I'm bored" he grumbled, "can we do something?"

Wilbur turned the page. "I'm quite fine where I am thank you" he replied, "why don't you go find Tubbo?"

Tommy plodded over and dramatically fell onto the couch. He landed in Wilbur's lap making the older start and lift the book to look at him.

"He's busy" Tommy whined, "you're my last hope of surviving boredom, Wilbur."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, letting his hand rest in Tommy's hair. "Drama queen" he said making Tommy screw up his face in annoyance.

"Bitch" he retorted.

Wilbur had to fight not to smile. Tommy seemed to notice and smirked.

"Bitch" he repeated then started poking at Wilbur's chest. "Bitchy, bitch, bitch."

Wilbur smacked his hands away, lips twitching. "Shut up, I'm trying to read."

"Isn't that one of Techno's book?"

"Yes."

"Ugh boring, come on Wilbur," Tommy begun poking again. "Stop being lame."

"Tommy will you stOP-" Wilbur squeaked, grabbing Tommy's hand that had gotten too close to his upper ribs.

Tommy's eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates, staring at Wilbur who was staring back, face tinged pink.

"No way..."

"Tommy-"

Tommy wasted no time. He squeezed the sides of Wilbur's ribcage quickly making the older yelp and break into startled laughter.

"Dahahamn ihihit Tohohommy!" He squealed, trying to deflect Tommy's quick fingers that slipped through his weak defenses.

"Oh my god! This is too good!" Tommy laughed sitting up to get better access to Wilbur's ticklish torso. "How am I only finding this out now?"

Wilbur squirmed against the couch, the book slipping to his floor and dropping to the floor with a thud. "T-Tommy stohohop ihiHIHIT-!"

He suddenly squealed, his back arching off the couch then crashing back down, his laughter jumping up an octave.

Tommy had started softly scuttling his fingers on Wilbur's lower ribs, his touch feather light and absolutely maddening.

Wilbur snatched Tommy's wrists, holding them away from his ribs, trying to control his giggles that kept tumbling from his lips.

"Toms" he gasped, trying to glare at the teen but his red face and wide smile really wasn't intimidating at all. "Jehehesus... Jesus Christ-"

Tommy wheezed, leaning back on Wilbur's legs. "That was amazing" he cackled, "you've never made noises like that before! You fucken squealed like a pig!"

Wilbur flushed darker, "S-Shut up" he mumbled.

"Awww are you embarrassed? Is Wilby embarrassed?" Tommy grinned.

Wilbur growled to himself, his blush burning his face and ears. "You know what you little gremlin?" He glared.

Tommy's laughter died down when he heard the dark tone and looked up at his older brother a little nervously.

"You've got five seconds."

Tommy blinked. "What?"

"Four..." Wilbur growled.

"Wilbur-"

"Three..."

Tommy quickly stood, backing away from the man. "H-Hang on Wilbur-"

"Two" Wilbur slowly stood, his face remaining neutral and eyes locked to Tommy.

Tommy had enough sense to take a few steps away, a wobbly smile starting to lift his lips. "Wil, we can talk about this-"

A smile curled at Wilbur's lips. "One" he stated darkly.

He lunged for Tommy who screamed and bolted down the hall. The chase lasted almost a full two minutes. Tommy yelling profanities the entire time with Wilbur right on his tail.

Tommy fatal mistake was trying to run into Techno's room. The door was locked.

Wilbur grabbed him around the waist and hauled him over his shoulder, Tommy shrieked and scrabbled at Wilbur's sweater, trying to pull free.

"Wilbur! P-Put me down! Wilbur!"

Wilbur carried him right back to the couch and unceremoniously dumped him onto the cushions. Tommy tried to scramble off the couch but Wilbur scooped him right back up and sat down, keeping his little brother trapped in his arms. They sat in silence for a moment, Tommy lying in Wilbur's arms who was glaring down at him.

"Heeeyyyy Wilbur" Tommy dragged out the greeting, starting to curl in on himself on instinct. "Sooooooo..."

"So" Wilbur repeated, "you know what's about to happen?"

Tommy giggled quietly, "um... no?"

Wilbur raised a brow. "It's called karma, bitch!"

He dropped his head to Tommy's stomach, (his shirt haven ridden up from his previous squirming) and blew a massive raspberry on his skin.

Tommy yelped loudly, breaking into hysteric giggles, his hands flailing to shove Wilbur's head away. "Fuhuhuhuck!" He yelled through his laughter, squirming in his older brother's hold. "Wilbur! Nohohohoho!"

Wilbur smirked. Tommy had always been weak to raspberries. He blew a series of mini raspberries across Tommy's abdomen, his fingers starting to wiggle under the boy's ribs and knees.

Tommy was squirming like a worm on a hook, legs kicking and coming dangerously close to slamming his knee into the side of Wilbur's head.

"Wihihiilbuhuhuhur fohohor fuhuhucks sahahake!" He cackled, trying to shove the older boys fingers away, while attempting to protect his stomach from Wilbur's evil raspberries.

Wilbur had to lower Tommy onto his lap to avoid dropping him. He grabbed the boy's wrists and pinned them on the arm of the couch. Tommy realised how vulnerable he was and giggled hysterically, trying to bring his knees up to cover his stomach.

"Nohohohoho" he whined, "you're beheheing mehahean."

"Am I?" Wilbur asked smoothly, "this is coming from the guy who tortured my weak spot mercilessly? Isn't it fair I repay the favor?"

Tommy shook his head. "I'm sorry!"

"Too late brother of mine" Wilbur smirked and squeezed Tommy's knees repetitively making the boy squeal and pull his knees down to avoid Wilbur's attack. In doing so however, exposed the spot Tommy had been trying to protect.

Wilbur kept up the squeezing and scuttled his fingers underneath Tommy's knees then blew a massive raspberry directly over his belly button.

Tommy shrieked at the top of his lungs, and kicked the couch cushions frantically. "FUHUHUHUHUCK!"

Wilbur laughed with Tommy as the boy tried to shove his head away.

"WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Well yeah, that's the point Toms" Wilbur chuckled but patted the teen's stomach gently as he pulled away. He watched as Tommy breathed heavily. "You gonna live?"

Tommy was still giggling madly and glared at Wilbur. "Yohohou're suhuhuch ahahan ass" he whined through his lingering giggles, smacking Wilbur's shoulder with barely any strength.

"Well, you wanted to do something right? You no longer gonna die of boredom?"

Tommy blinked, then flushed. "You fucking tortured me!"

"But you're not bored anymore are you?"

Tommy grumbled under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"I said you're the worst."

"Tommy I'd like to remind you you're still at my mercy" Wilbur wiggled his fingers on Tommy's stomach making the boy giggle weakly and curl up again.

"Nohohoho" Tommy pushed his fingers away.

"Don't challenge me again" Wilbur smirked. "I'll always win tickle fights."

"Oh really?"

The two boys on the couch swung round to see Phil and Techno watching them from the doorway. A fond smile on the older's face and a smirk on the other's.

Tommy went bright red. "How long have you two been standing there?"

"Long enough" Techno answered, gaze still locked on Wilbur. "You always win tickle fights, eh Wilbur?"

Wilbur swallowed. "Well- that's...I..."

Techno cracked his knuckles. "Shall we test that?"

Tommy smirked up at his brother. "You've got five seconds" he grinned, repeating the same words Wilbur had used on him.

Wilbur practically threw Tommy off of his lap, bolting down the hall, Techno and Tommy giving chase straight away.

"YOU SAID FIVE SECONDS!" Wilbur screamed over his shoulder.

"I LIED!" Tommy yelled back.

Phil chuckled to himself softly when he heard a very audible thump followed by hysteric cackling and pleas for mercy.

They really were an odd bunch, but they were family.

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[kenganparadise]

Thank you sooooooo much for writing for the Kengan fandom! It’s so hard to find content for it. I read your nfsw headcannons for Agito and I can totally, and would gladly, see him getting pegged. Would it be possible to request a scenario or headcannon of agito’s s/o pegging him and he’s totally new to it and doesn’t know what to expect. Maybe a bit of soft feed I’m to if you’re comfortable.

Ooooohhh my god thank you SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS!!! IVE BEEN HOPING AND PRAYING SOMEONE WOULD REQUEST THISAHAVDUSNNAHS

Warnings- Agito gets pegged

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

You were surprised that your boyfriend excepted your request so quickly. You had expected him to give it a few days of thought before accepting or declining. However to your utter surprise he gave you a yes. The way he said it too took you off guard. Once the words left your lips he hesitated, Then gave you a strong yes. Perhaps he’s had the same thought swimming around in his head. They do say great minds think alike. The two of you had sat down in front of the computer and did your research together. You watched instructional and educational videos. You even watched some porn together. After that the two of you went on one of your favorite sex shop websites. You two have gotten most of your toys there. Agito picked it out himself. It was a little on the larger end. You tried to tell him that it was a safer idea to start off small since it was his first time, but he had his heart set on this particular dildo. It was pretty big, not as big as Agito’s manhood. Though it was covered in ridges and bumps, perfect for stimulation. It was blue and glittery. You were a little nervous. It didn’t really look anything like an actual cock, maybe something out of an erotic fantasy novel. Along with plenty of lube and cleaner, your order was shipped! You watched the calendar closely, waiting impatiently for your new toy to arrive. You even paid a few extra dollars for speedy shipping. Finally the day came. Agito was the first one home, he had already unwrapped it and was touching the rigged squishy silicone. He brushed his fingers over the bumps and curves. He shivered as he imagined it inside of him. He wonders how it would feel inside. Swinging the door open you found your lover, caught red handed. “Starting the fun without me?” You said teasingly, shifting your weight with a hand on your hip. “Never.” He replies. He’s all business as usual. But you could tell, there was a light red tint on his cheeks, and the way his Adam’s Apple bobs, also the way he shifts his weight, he’s quite ready. You grab his hand to lead him to your shared bedroom. You chuckle as you smash your lips to his. He’s quickly shoving his tongue roughly into your mouth. He was always a rough kisser, but he normally takes his time. You slide your hand down his chest, raking your nails down his clothed abdomen to his belt. You pull away to unbuckle it, you take your sweet time. You love teasing him, You can’t get enough. You’ve practically got him in the palm of you hand tonight. You unzip his slacks and shoved your hand down his pants. You palm him over his boxers. He’s already half hard and you’ve barely begun. He tangles his fingers in your hair and He smashing his lips to yours again. He pulls you over to the bed. Agito begins kissing down your neck. He suckles on the most sensitive parts. He kisses down to your to your shoulder, slipping the fabric of you shirt over to the side. Your hand abandons his boxers and begin unbuttoning his shirt. you slide it down his arms and throw it away. Finally you separate so you can pull him towards the bed. “Here... I think it would be best if you get on all fours.” You order. You pull down his pants along with his boxers. He kicks them off, forgetting them. He’s already so hard. He wants this probably more than you do. He obeys bashfully, getting on all fours on the bed. He’s shy in this position.

“Remember the safe word whenever you want me to stop.” You remind him. He nods, looking over his shoulder at you. You place a hand between his shoulder blades, dragging your nails down his spine. He shutters. He’s never been in this position in his life, he’s literally about to get fucked. You grab the bottle of lube, coating your fingers. “Can you spread you legs a little more for me?” You ask sweetly. He obliges, sliding his knees further apart. You slide your lubed fingers over his puckered hole. Gently rubbing circles around, seeing him relax. You prod a finger inside. You slowly push it all the way inside, down to your knuckle. He feels so warm and so soft. You feel the inside of him. You hear him exhale the breath he was holding. You push in a second finger. You see him tense a little, he drops to his elbows now. You pump your fingers inside him. He’s relaxing more and more. You add a third finger. Once he gets used to it your pumping your fingers in and out at a good pace. You scissor your fingers inside him. Agito’s breath has quickened quite a bit by now. Once you feel as though he’s stretched out enough for you, You pull your fingers out. He shivers. He looks over his shoulder to see you remove the rest of your cloths then pull the strap around your legs, buckling it tight around your hips. You meet his gaze. There’s a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Seeing you like this excited him. You coat the dildo generously with lube. Then climb up to line up your hips with his. “Ready, Ag?” You ask, placing both your hands on his hips. “Yes I am.” He replies. Still all business. “Remember of it gets to be too much we can stop.” You say. He only grunts in reply. You line yourself up, then slowly begin guiding the dildo in. Agito shivers, his back arching, feeling himself be filled up. You go slowly, finally you feel your hips become flush with his ass. You look down to see the dildo all the way inside him. It’s stretching him so perfectly. You chuckle to yourself, you never thought you’d get this far. Slowly you pull your hips out then back in slowly. You’re careful not to overwhelm him or hurt him. You let Agito get used to the new feeling. You decide to pick up the pace, still slow, but so he can get a little more pleasure. Agito groans. He’s making breathy moans through his teeth. Your grip tightens on his hips, pulling him back into you. You feel good, powerful even. It’s such a nice view of him. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Your heart swells with pride. You wonder if this is how he feels when he fucks you in this position.

“Faster.” You almost missed it. Faster. He’s asking you to go faster. You buck your hips forward harder, pulling his hips back to meet you. You’ve got a nice pace going now. Agito moans out loud. You almost halt completely, you’ve never heard him make a noise like that before. Such a wanton beautiful noise. You want him to make more. Agito tries to bury his face in the sheet. maybe it’s to hide his noises, maybe it’s because he’s getting shy about his position. You quicken your pace again. He’s starting to push his hips back to meet yours. Your hips make a lovely noise against his ass now. His back is arched and his fingers are grasping at the sheets. Your hips buck into his a little more rapidly. He makes such wanton moans, grunts, and mewls. You slow your hips down just to see. Yes, he moves his hips back into yours. He’s practically fucking himself on the dildo. You begging thrusting again. Working up a good pace. You reach around grasping the base of his cock. Agito chokes. Your hand barely wraps all the way around it. You pump his cock. You feel it, he’s bucking his hips into your hand. You see the muscles in his back flex. Sweat is seeping form his pores. You get a perfect rhythm going, fucking into him while also stroking his dick. Agito’s moans are like music to your ears. He’s not holding back anymore. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure. “God you’re so fucking hot like this!” You can’t help but tell him. Agito replies with a moan through his teeth. “God Agito! I’m so turned on.” You can’t stop your mouth. “Ah- Y-Y/N. Hah-” He moans. You see his muscles tighten. His knuckles are white. You know it’s coming. He’s about to cum. Your pace quickens, slamming into him while also pumping his cock rapidly. You never knew Agito could be this vocal in the bedroom or at all. Agito feels you slam into his G-spot over and over again. He’s intoxicated with pleasure. He’s being beautifully overstimulated. He hears you moan his name behind him. He cums then and there. His load is shot all over the sheets. It’s thick and there so much. Agito is left stuttering, overstimulated, and throughly fucked. You pat him on the ass lovingly. Slowly you slide the strap out of him. He whimpers as you do. He collapses on the bed. Catching his breath. You unbuckle the strap, setting it aside. You go to your lover. Your hand caresses his cheek. You pull his head into your lap. Tears, drool, and sweat cover his face. His hair is a disheveled. You brush it out of his face. His eyes meet yours as you smile warmly down at him. He’s still catching his breath. He takes a deep breath. His hand is on the back of your neck, he pulls you down into a lazy yet passionate kiss. His lips taste salty. You smile into the kiss. Suddenly in the blink of an eye you’re laying flat on your back, Agito is straddling you. There’s a slight smirk on his face “It’s your turn.” He grunts. You shudder. You didn’t realizes that he’d bounce back that quickly. It’s your fault for underestimating him. He leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

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[free-pool-trash]

folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

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Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

#isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf x reader #folklore i.l #derek hale x reader

[starlightkenobi]

sooooooo...... i have a request pls. dom!obi-wan x reader where he was a breeding kink. I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

IM BACK !!!!! coming back with some fun requests because this is H O T. also sorry this one is a tad bit short, still coming back from a huge depressive episode lmao. but writing definitely feels so good and im so happy to be back 💖

Breed // Obi Wan x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom obi wan, breeding kink

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Obi Wan wasn’t a possessive person. Material objects, attachments, they were all forbidden by the Jedi code. But there was something about you, something that gave him the carnal desire to claim you, to own you. He had never felt that way before, not about anyone or anything. When he realized how he felt about you, he made a secret promise to himself that he would never act on these feelings. A lot of good that did, considering here he was, every last inch of him buried inside of you.

It wasn’t like this was the first time though. He had been here many times before, in the throws of ecstasy with you writhing beneath him. But what started as a way to stave off more confusing feelings quickly became the source of them. Eventually, you two couldn’t deny how you felt any longer, and Obi Wan had to accept that breaking the code couldn’t be so bad if it felt this good. Good to love, and to be loved. And it felt good to admit that, too.

“I love you.” Obi Wan’s breath was hot against your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You were panting, engulfed in a pleasurable fire that sent heat to your aching cunt. Your heart was filled with warmth, too. Warmth at the fact that Obi Wan did, truly and completely, love you.

“I l-love you too...so much.” You stuttered, struggling to form coherent sentences with him pounding you. To say that he was “fucking your brains out” would be an understatement. To be fair, you did have something else on your mind, the thought of his cock shooting cum deep inside of you. And on top of that, you could tell that Obi Wan was getting close.

“Obi Wan...” You moaned, clawing at his sheets.

A smirk danced across his face. “Yes, darling?” That damned smug composure. It wouldn’t last too long though, you were sure of it.

“I want...I want you inside.” Obi Wan laughed as much as he could muster while being this breathless.

“Darling, I am inside of you.” He punctuated each word with a calculated thrust, sending you reeling.

“No.” As hard as it was, you held eye contact with him and thrust your hips forward to meet his. “I want you to cum inside of me.”

His jaw dropped as you could see the last bit of his composure slip away. It took every ounce of control in his body to not cum as soon as he heard those words fall from your pretty little lips. His hips faltered, and he took in a shaky breath.

“Are...Are you sure, darling? I just think-”

“Obi Wan.” You cut him off, thrusting your hips forward again and encouraging him to resume his previous pace. “I want you to fuck your cum into me. Trust me, I’m sure.”

This set off something for Obi Wan. The desire to take you, claim you, own you, in the most primal way possible. You were his to do this with, to mark your insides with his seed so that no one else could ever have you, only him. His darling.

Out of nowhere, his thrusts resumed, taking you completely by surprise. You gasped, twisting your fingers even tighter in his sheets. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’d love me to fuck a baby in this tight cunt of yours.” You could have sworn you heard him growl as he said that.

Now, there was no actual way that he could get you pregnant. You were on birth control, and you weren’t naive enough to risk Obi Wan’s position on the council. However the thought still brought you closer to the edge.

You moaned, loud enough to usually make you nervous of other people hearing, but right now, you didn’t care. “Please...fill me up with your cum!” You were whining, grasping at him and pulling him closer to you.

Obi Wan’s hair stuck to his forehead and his hands slid from your hips to your thighs. He pulled them apart impossibly further, admiring the sight before him. “Look at you, begging for my cum.” A smug grin appeared on his face. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He continued to pound his hips against yours with such a force that you felt the bed shaking. For a moment, his pace faltered, and you felt his hips stutter. Through half lidded eyes, his gaze met yours. “Cum for me, darling.” The coil within your belly snapped, and you were sent spiraling into a powerful orgasm. As soon as you started squeezing around him, you felt his cum shooting into you. It heightened your orgasm, sending you further and further into the mind blowing pleasure.

Your breathing was labored and heavy, and you could feel a bead of sweat drip down your forehead. You looked absolutely wrecked, but you couldn’t say that Obi Wan looked much better. You were both absolutely exhausted, but sated and pleased with tonight's events. You were especially pleasantly surprised with the fact that your words struck a very particular chord with Obi Wan.

As content as you would have been to lie here forever with Obi Wan inside of you, you were beginning to get a little uncomfortable. You tried to shift your body in an attempt to get Obi Wan to pull out, but his grip on your hips tightened, and he only pulled you closer.

“Not yet darling, I don’t want to waste a single drop.”

#obi wan said #imma fuck you with the might of ZEUS #star wars #fanfic #the clone wars #smut #obi wan kenobi #obi wan smut #obi wan x reader #obi wan

[inkykeiji]

daydreaming im dating touya & dabi twins. i came home & had to break the news that i got partnered with a boy from class for a project. "uhm me and this guy have to meet at the library for a project and..." dabi cuts me off saying "absolutely not" & touya is like dabi its for school so why doesnt the guy come here to work on it in our kitchen & im so scared this poor boy is gunna shit his pants. eyes glued to him the entire time making sure he doesnt dare look at my thighs or chest 🍓<3 ugh

LMFAOOOOOOOO OH MY GOSH BERRY BABIE I LOVE THIS SOOOOOOO MUCH AAAH

omfg okay first of all, you got their reactions SO right. dabi gets up to about “i got partnered with this boy—” and already knows exactly where this is going, voicing his disapproval immediately. touya, on the other hand, who is smoother and slyer than his twin, has an evil smirk spreading across his handsome face—one of those sharp little grins that sends shivers skittering down your spine—and calmly asks you to continue before ordering you to invite the boy to the home the three of you share. because there’s nothing that touya loves more than exerting his power over those weaker than he is <33

you’re only allowed to do your work in the kitchen, and you are never, under any circumstances, to be left alone with this guy; not even for a second...as if the dude would even dare to try anything—not with the way dabi’s scathing glare is burning a hole through his forehead and touya’s relaxed, half-lidded stare is forcing his entire body to break into a cold sweat <3 dabi watches him like he wants to murder him slowly—arms crossed, eyebrows knitted together, scarred lips set in a deep pout—while touya watches him like a lion lazily playing with it’s prey <33 poor dude can barely speak, let alone look you in the eye, his gaze glued to the papers in front of him the entire time, mumbling into his chest <3

#PLEASE THIS IS INCREDIBLE LMAOOOOOO #I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT #THEY'RE SUCH ASSHOLES LMAO #and u know they'd be so fucking protective too #dabi's ready to grill the guy with questions #and touya's just so fucking difficult to read; which makes him terrifying #because he's got that lil glint in his eye #where he's clearly judging everything the guy is saying yet his voice is still amicable #somehow touya manages to make the dude feel stupid without even saying much <3 #that's just how powerful he is!!!! #but dabi's like your guard dog <333 #EEEEE BERRIE i hope ur having an awesome week so far!!! ilysm pls stay safe!! #🍓.anon #clari gets mail #todoroki twins dabi and touya

[snixregal]

Have you seen Asami?

Hi everyone! I usually don’t post my stuff, just repost, but I have a new obsession: Korrasami. And this small story came to my mind and won’t let go! So...here it is. English is not my mother tonge, so I apologize for all the mistakes! And I hope you enjoy!

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“Have you seen Asami?” Korra asked, interrupting the tea time of Tenzin and Pema. Tenzin raised a eyebrow, he thought that at least  had teach Korra how to greet people politely.

“Good afternoon to you too, Korra.” Said the airbender with sarcasm, making the Avatar frowned, a little bit confused. “No, we didn’t see your girlfriend.”

“Asks the kids, they’re training over there.” Answer Pema kindly, pointing to the back of the temple. “Thanks, Pema.” Said Korra sticking out the tongue to her air master.

Indeed, Jinora, Ikki and Meelo were training, or at least trying. As always they were a good team, but a messy one.

“Korra!” Yelled the three kids when they saw their not-bloodrelated big sister. “Hey kids! How´s the training?”

“I can’t wait to Rohan to be old enough to train. Then it will be just the boys: him, me and Poki.” Said Meelo, always complaing about his sisters, even if he loves them.

“How can we help you, Korra?” Jinora was the most controled of the three childrens of Tenzin. “Have you seen Asami?”

“Yes, she was here just a minute ago.”

“Meelo tried to steal your girlfriend.” Accused Ikki with a laugh. Korra raise an eyebrown with the hands on her hips. Meelo blushed. “You can’t blame a boy for trying.” He said with a shrug. “Actually I can. She’s my girlfriend, and I thought you were my friend.” Meelo smiled with what he thinks is a seductive smile. A very childish one. “I’m you friend Korra. Always. But she’s so...”

“Adult. And you’re a child. Better don’t finish that sentence.” Cut Korra laughing. “You’re lucky you’re the Avatar, if not, I’ve already would had steal the girl.”

“So now she’s just with me because I’m the Avatar? Lucky me.” Laugh Korra with a sigh. “Where did she go?”

“I think I saw her with Mako on the terrace of the temple.” Remember Ikki. Korra narrowed her eyes. On the terrace? That was their place. “Thanks kids.��

“Don’t worry Korra, if I couldn’t steal her, Mako has no chance.” Yelled Meelo, gaining a punch on the head from her older sister.

Mako did was on the terrace, but again, no sign of Asami. Where in the spirits hell was her girlfriend?

“Hey Mako”

“Hey Avatar”

“Had you´ve been with Asami?”

“Yes, she just left with Bolin.” Now Bolin? What happens with Asami? Korra felt like all day she’s been a minute late for the tallest brunette.

“Is everything ok?” Asked the firebender.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Answerd Korra, with an idly hand gesture, distracted. Everything was ok....right?

Bolin was with Opal, admiring her air powers like it was the first time. He was always so excited about everything, but mostly when it’s involve Opal. They were way too better match than with Korra’s crazy cousin, that’s for sure.

“Hey couple, how are you?”

“Look honey, the Avatar is here.” Said Bolin, exagerating on purpose. After the fight with Kuvira he had been teasing Korra with small reverences everytime he saw her. The first ten times maybe it was funny, now? not so much. “Where’s your other half?” Ask her friend, looking over her shoulder like Asami was coming behind the Avatar.

“Yeah, same question. Mako told me was with you.” Korra pointed Bolin a little bit mad. Are all of them playing with her? It’s was all of this a big joke?

“Yeah, but she left...”

“Let me guess, a minute ago?”

“Yeah! I thought she went with you.”

“Not even close, Bolin.”

“I’m sure she’s also looking for you, Korra.” Said Opal with a tender smile, making Korra narrow eyes again. “Do you know something I should know?” The Avatar didn’t miss how the couple share a look.

“Of course not, my dearest Avatar. My good Korra, how could you think something like that? My beloved Korrasami, I’m your friend, right?”

“How did you call me?”

Bolin look at Opal, clearly asking for a saving hand of that conversation. Opal laugh, that was her boyfriend, yes sir. “Bolin just trying to say there’s nothing we should tell you.”

“Then where’s Asami?” Asked Korra for the millionth time, pouting. “Maybe she’s watching the new airbenders traing.”

A new group of airbenders, this time all kids not older than six, had arrived the temple a few weeks ago, and now everything was a lot more caothic.

And, finally, there was Asami, looking at the kids, amused, while Bumi tried to teach them.

“Hey stranger.” Greet Korra, hugging the brunette from behind with a small kiss under the ear. “Hi, love.” Asami smile at her with such tender in her eyes. “Where had you´ve been?” Asked the Avatar trying not to sound needy.

“Looking for you.”

“No, I was looking for you. You were....everywhere but with me.” Korra pouted dramatically, making her girlfriend laugh and kiss her nose.

“Maybe I have bussines to do....” Laugh Asami.

“With Mako and Bolin?”

“Oh spirits, are you jealous?”

“Of course not! I just missed you.” Asami turns in Korra’s arms and kiss her. “There’s something I want to ask you...” Start the owner of Future Industries, but then all the kids saw the Avatar was there.

“Loooooook! is the Avatar!!” That’s been happening since all the kids arrive at the temple. All the small ones runs towards Korra, too excited, using their new powers to be faster. A very bad idea, of course. A wild wind push Asami over the cliff.

“Asami!!” Scream Korra, jumping behind with no hesitation. The Avatar catch the woman, bending the air, landing gently on a mountain ledge.

“Are you ok?” Asks Korra, worried, caressing Asami’s cheeks with a soft hand, looking for some possible injuries. Asami kiss that hand. “I’m always perfect with you, my love.” Korra blushed. “Well...I try.” The Avatar scratch her neck, like everytime she’s nervous. “I hope you don’t want to ask me if I want kids, after what just happens.” Laugh the Avatar, trying to look like a normal conversation not happening in the wall of a mountain.

“For all the spirits, no.” Asami also laugh. “Maybe in a few years.... But not now.” Korra open wide eyes, for her girlfriend amusement. “No, I’m just gonna ask you... Well, I wanna ask you... Just if you want, of course...” Now Asami was the only nervous on that ledge. Korra grabs her chin, making Asami look directly at her warm eyes, and smile. “Tell me.”

“Giiiiirrrrrlllllsssss!!! I saw you fall! Are you okey?” Bolin, of course, looking at them from the edge, meters over the two girls. Korra look at him, angry.

“Can we have some privacy, pretty please?”

“But you fell....”

“We’re alive, right? I’m the damn Avatar, don’t have to worry!”

“Love, don’t get mad, friends do worry.” Said Asami taking her hands, caressing them with one finger.

“I’ve been looking for you all day, and I’m only get a private moment with you because you fell from the mountain. I think is too much if they also took this from us.” Asami laugh hard and loud, grabs Korra’s face and kiss her, with decision, pasionately.

“What would I do without you?” Asks Asami with a wide, bright smile. Korra look at her spellbound, hipnotized by Asami’s smile and lovinly gaze. “You would surely fall from fewer mountains.” Answers the Avatar, still enchanted by the kiss.

“You two aaaaaareeeee sooooooo cuuuuuuteeeeee. Right honey? they remind me of us.” Bolin still was watching from the edge. “Bolin!!” Screams Korra, moving the earth under her friend to create a small wall that keep him away from the edge of the mountain. A while, at least.

“I would never regret to fall for you, my love.” The one that almost fell from the ledge was Korra after that words. But Asami doesn’t let her react to that. “But I was trying to tell you something...” A little bit nervous again. “What I was trying to say...to ask you, is....if you want, maybe... Would you like to move with me?”

Yep, Korra wasn’t specting that. Not at all. “Like....to your house?”

Asami wasn’t looking at her, moving her hands, even more nervous than before. “Well, that’s was I was talking with Bolin, his family has return to Earth Kingdom, so we’ll be all alone. If you want, of course. A…and…and my house is huge, we dont have to spent all the time togheher if you don’t like. We don’t even have to sleep in the same bed...or in the same room. We’ll have plenty. You’ll have a lot of space for training, or for, whatever you want. And I’m counting with Naga, of course.”

She was rambling, that’s for sure. Korra was having a hard time keeping her laugh, she has never saw Asami so unsure. But why so unsure? Nonsense.

“You mean, without Tenzin, without Jinora, Ikki and Meelo the stealer? Without small airbenders? Without Mako and Bolin? Just the two of us? Plus Naga.” Asami finally look into Korra’s eyes. “Is a bad idea, right?”

“My amazing girlfriend and my enormous polar bear dog, all alone in a mansion full of surfaces to explore? No Naga in that last picture, obvious.” Was the time for Asami to blush.

“Korra, you mean...?”

“Let’s pack! Or even without packing, I can’t wait to live you you!”

The Avatar was radiant of happiness, full and completely happy with the idea of share a house, a life, with the woman she loves. “Only one thing...” Korra said, raising one finger. Asami listen. “That thing about not sharing a bed was a joke, right?”

The laugh of ms.Sato echoes all over the mountain. “Are you sure about this, Korra?”

“Never been so sure about anything else. I wish we had done it before.” Asami leans towars Korra, hands in the Avatar’s chest.

“What did she say? She said yes?” Obviously Bolin tear apart the wall time ago and was watching them again. Korra could have spit fire to him if is wasn’t for Asami, who laugh again.

“She said yes.”

“I told you! I want a party when you move! We have to celebrate.” Opal was besides him, softly laughing, she knows her boyfriend was very inopportune and was interrupting a very personal moment, but she love him that way. Is not like there’s something she can do, of course.

Korra ignore them, hidding herself in Asami’s hug, feeling already in home. “Why are you so perfect? I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one. Avatar’s girlfriend, remember?” Korra laughed against Asami’s chest.

“True. Meelo said the same. Being the Avatar is my only charm, aparently.”

“That and your amazing abs.” Whisper Asami in Korra’s ear, amused.

“I think I need to have you out of here. Now.”

“I agree, love.”

The Avatar look deep in her girlfriend’s eyes. “Thank you, Asami. Not just this, everything since I knew you. I really am the luckiest Avatar ever.”

Two hands pulls Korra closer by the hips, crashing in a tender but pasionate kiss that grew quickly. There’s was fire and it wasn’t for Korra’s powers.

“Asami, I...I...”

There was so much feeling in the Avatar’s chest to expres it in just three words. But she want to tell, she wants Asami to know, to feel what she feel. But there wasn’t enough words in the world. All the feelings was stuck in her throath.

“Me too, Korra. So much.”

Korra push Asami against the wall when she kissed her again, incapalble of stoped herself. That woman awaked every cell in her body, every nook in her soul.

“Giiiiirrrrrsssssllll!! Do you need me to go there and help you get back here?”

“I swear I’m gonna kill him.” Laugh Korra biting Asami’s lips. “Later, now let’s get out here.”

The Avatar touch Asami’s mouth one last time with her fingertips. She has no words to expres all her feelings, but can prove it, they have a full live for that, right? Both woman smile each other and jumps at the air. Their new home was waiting.

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Soooooo....that’s it. What do you think? :)

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