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literaila · 9 days

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what was readers (atf) reaction to finding out tsumiki being cursed and put in coma? probably felt like she’s failed at protecting her children after years of balancing their lives and safety. hopefully sobbed in gojos arms 😭

“satoru,” you croak out.

your voice is nothing but a mere whisper. it’s a drop of water in the ocean, a footstep on the expanse of the world.

you’ve never felt so small. you’ve never felt like your actions mean nothing more. never more helpless, than this.

“hey,” satoru says, and you know that he can tell that there’s something wrong. “what’s going on?”

“can you come home?”

“yeah, yeah of course i can, baby. i’ll call ijichi to pick me back up. what’s happening?”

“satoru,” you say, again, because there’s almost nothing left.

“hey. hey. we’ll fix it, whatever it is. talk to me.”

“tsumiki’s in the hospital.”

your hands clench around the steering wheel. there might be an ethical discussion to be had about the danger of driving with tears in your eyes, talking on the phone.

but you could give less than a damn about safety, right now. right now—it just doesn’t matter.

there’s a pause.

you can hear satoru breathing.

“what?”

“megumi—“ you wipe your eyes, speeding up. the law can be damned too. “megumi said that she wouldn’t get out of bed this morning—that he couldn’t wake her up. and so he called me and then i—“ you stop, gasping for air that’s practically unreachable. “i told him to—“ but you break off again, because your throat is burning.

“what hospital?”

“i don’t—i can’t remember the name.”

“okay.”

“i’ll—i’ll send it to you. when i get there. im on my way now.”

“are you driving?”

“yeah.”

“okay, baby. send it to me when you can.”

your eyes well up once again. “did you finish your mission?”

“no. i’d just gotten here. it’s probably better that way, ijichi isn’t far. i’ll be there soon as i can, okay?”

“okay. i—i’m sorry.”

“why are you sorry?”

you can’t hold back a gasp, a sob, any iteration of failure that might fit. “satoru,” you say, wishing so badly that he was right there with you. “i should’ve stayed home. megumi shouldn’t have found her, he shouldn’t have—“

“you think this is you fault?”

“i just—i shouldn’t have left them alone. what if—“

“no.” satoru is almost whining, but not quite. “megumi isn’t six anymore, sweetheart. he’s fourteen. he’s alone all of the time. how were you supposed to know—“

“i’m their mom. i’m supposed to protect them from stuff like this.”

“you can’t control when something bad happens.”

“i can’t—she’s—“

“we’re going to figure it out. tsumiki’s strong—she’s probably the strongest of all of us. she’ll be fine.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do.”

“why’d this have to happen to her? to our little—“ you stop, feeling that digging in the pit of your soul. that tiny little chant—failure, failure, failure.

“i don’t know,” satoru whispers. “i’m sorry.”

“why are you sorry?”

“i don’t know,” he whispers again.

“is ijichi there yet?”

“almost.”

“okay.”

“hey,” he says, again, in some kind of secret language. “it’s going to be fine.”

“okay.”

“are you still driving, baby?”

“i’m almost there. one, two minutes.”

“want me to stay on the phone?”

“yes.”

“okay. i’m right here. i’m almost there,” and he says it over and over.

hoping that maybe it’ll come true.

though, you’re not quite sure that satoru will ever get there fast enough.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #a typical family #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo satoru x you

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suguru-getos · 11 months

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Angry much? | Keigo Takami x F!Reader | Warnings: Degradation, brat-taming, spanking, mean dom!Kei, Still loves you so he’s niceys only you don’t want him niceys iykyk :3

Shoved down on the mattress face first, ass up and beautifully perked on sight for Keigo to do whatever he wishes. Your soft rabid pants were paid no heed to, your futile struggling as well. “Move again and I will fuckin’ tie you up.” Keigo was not nice today, you understood that. You didn’t want him to be nice today in the first place. “Ngh-” you managed to break out in a fake, resisting murmur which granted you a harsh spank on the curve of your ass. Keigo had long fingers, and a sturdy hand especially when he administers control and reprimands.

Oh and you love every second of it, sending jolts and waves into you, making you gasp and rut for more. Which is exactly what you did, arching your ass up for more. “Such a needy fuckin-” Keigo stopped, he didn’t want to degrade you. He was very clear about when degradation will happen, it will never be in anything heated, it will only be when you ask for it and both the conditions didn’t suffice. “AH-” You managed to break out in a whimper, feeling another hit land right across the same spot, while his feathers quickly ripped off your clothing. Keigo was pent up, his emotions brimming with carnality which needed to be taken out, drunk by you and accepted by you. You hissed, feeling two or three paper cuts in your inner thigh from his ever so sharp blade like plumes. “You okay? Shit-” Keigo registered the happening scenario, taking immediate back foot. “I’m okay don’t you dare stop~” You whined out, resisting it with a boulder-like determination.

An amused smirk ran down Keigo’s face, “Painslut” He cooed, watching you smirking at the audacious nickname, granting him a ‘Yes’ to the degradation. He realized maybe he shouldn’t be too gentle; kissing your reddened ass once more, before using his feather, making it sturdy and landing another sharp hit right across. You screamed this time- deliciously dancing around in the high of pain and pleasure. Another- Another scream... Another- Another scream... Another... and you couldn’t scream anymore. The resistance building and your cunt squeezing around nothing, you needed him. “You pissed me off today, you understand?” Keigo was stern, almost making your confidence shake with uncertainty of the consequences. “Yes, I understand.” Another hit landed across your ass, this time arching you forward as you squealed, pressing your legs together and tearing up. “What do you understand?” Keigo’s charming voice echoed, hands sympathetically soothing onto your now bruised ass. “I should have taken your feather with me.” You managed to speak clearly, knowing full well if you didn’t, if your voice wavered, Keigo would soften up and you didn’t want that. “Yeah, exposed yourself to?” Keigo murmured, spreading your pussy lips and watching your juices dribble down, softly kissing your needy clit and leaning away. “To danger” You whined out, arching up and shoving yourself closer to his face again. “Grind like a slut and I won’t even grant you friction. Tie you up all night and abuse your pretty tits so your pussy learns to fuckin’ behave.” You clenched around nothing, it sounded so delicious you’d almost willingly brat more. Then again, Keigo’s tongue feels better anyways. “Sorry.” “Are you?” “Yeah” “Get on your back and present your cunt then, I’ll decide whether to fuck you or not from your desperation” Oh you love him- how his eyes were still tender, mixed with authoritative siren gaze eating you up. You also wanted to be put in your place anyway, Keigo treats you like glass. About time he atleast changes that, scarcely maybe.

#hawks bnha #hawks thirst #hawks imagines #hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #bnha smut #bnha thirst #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #hawks x reader smut #bnha x reader smut

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friendsoup · 5 months

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Hi!! I love your writing and i saw request open though i not sure if you write for medicine pocket. If you do, could you medicine pocket and dikke separately with a usually shy and quiet gn reader that have a secret crush on them and indirectly confess by complaining while in the middle of the battle how reader think medi and dikke are prettier than reader and how amazing they are etc because reader accidentally inhale digger's bubble that cause reader drunk? I sorry if this is confusing but digger bubble seem to cause people high or drunk like so i think that be funny senerio

Sober Thoughts...

Recipe: Romantic confession, Drunk!Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, GN! Reader, Lots of bullying Digger..., Reader uses they/them pronouns, tsundere Medicine Pocket..... WC: 1,610 Chef's Note: I'm still learning to write Medicine Pocket, so hopefully this wasn't too bad... Reader acts more like a drunk person in the Dikke version than in the Medicine Pocket version. I hope this is what you wanted, anon!!

The fight was getting boring. You, Digger, and Medicine Pocket were on the front lines this time, mercilessly smashing the critters that threatened the group. To be honest, you felt a bit of pity towards the creatures, an odd twinge of guilt twisting your stomach as you pummeled them without any trouble. It was simply too easy.

But you couldn’t afford to slow down on them. Medicine Pocket was here, and you wanted to impress them. Badly. You could feel their eyes on you from where they stood, boring into the back of your neck. They always seemed to stare so intensely at you, in a way that made your face go warm and your heart beat faster. You had a crush on them, though you’d never say it aloud. You were content with their stares and battling at their side. “I think that’s the last of them!” You called back to your team. You turned your head away from your foes to look at the group, confident that you’d won. It was right then, however, Digger had decided to blow one of his bubbles, which hit you right in the face. “Gah! Sorry! Wasn’t aimin’ for ya, dude!” Digger put his hands in the air, eyes wide with guilt. “You fucking idiot!” You heard Medicine Pocket squeal. “Don’t you ever look at what you’re doing!” They hissed, breaking formation to make their way to you. “Whatever. Let a real doctor make sure they aren’t poisoned, or anything.” “Sorry…” Digger muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “They shouldn’t be poisoned or anything. They’ll just be a bit loopy.” He attempts to defend. Medicine Pocket shoots him a look that makes him shut right up.

“Here, look at me.” Medicine Pocket tells you. You simply can’t, staring holes into your shoes. Your face feels warm with all the attention that’s on you, your chest feeling fuzzy as the bubble’s effects begin kicking in. “[Name]...” Pocket Medicine coos, lifting up your chin with their gloved hand. “I told you to look at me.”

Their yellow eyes stare into yours, and all at once you feel violently ill. They wear that same intense stare, like they’re studying you, picking you apart from the outside in. You tremble underneath their gaze, your knees feeling suddenly very weak.

“Gaaahhh, I can’t take it anymore!” You whine, lifting your head from their grasp. Medicine Pocket takes a step back, blinking in surprise, while you shake your head wildly. “I can’t take it! How are you so pretty?!”

“I’m…” Medicine Pocket’s eyebrows furrow, a quizzical look spreading on their face.

“Your eyes are like jewels!” You cry, dragging your hand through your hair. “Your face is so stupidly beautiful, it’s driving me insane!” You feel tears bubbling at the ends of your eyes. “Digger.” Medicine Pocket snaps, looking at the hippie. Digger hides behind his hands, as if attempting to disappear. “Explain this.” Digger attempts a smile, though he’s too worried for it to be genuine. “Some people get emotional when they’re drunk! They’re probably just saying whatever’s on their mind!” Medicine Pocket’s glare intensifies, as Digger shrinks back. “That’s stupid.” They exclaim. “Why would they think I’m-” “And smart too!” You shout. “Every time you talk, it makes me feel so dumb! I can barely understand you! How can someone be so brilliant?!” Medicine Pocket giggles at that. “Well, you’re right. I am very smart.” “And so skilled in battle!” You continue. “True!” They smile. “And so damn easy to fall in love with!” “That’s- Ah?!” Medicine Pocket’s face goes red, their expression paused in shock. “Is this a confession?” They ask, unsure how to react. “Every night I’m awake, thinking about how much I love you! Every time you look at me, I feel like someone’s setting me on fire! I want you more than anything! It’s so stupid! Why do you have to be so damn lovable?! You’re driving me insane, Pocket!” “How is that my fault, dumbass?!” Medicine Pocket asks, hiding their face behind their hand. “H-Hey!” Digger began, walking in between the two of you. “Let’s all take a deep breath! I think the most important thing is getting our friend here home safe. Look, Medicine Pocket, if you don’t want to deal with this right now, I’ll take them back to the suitcase…” “And have a asshole like you fuck this up even more?!” Medicine Pocket snaps. “No way! I’m taking them to the suitcase. I’m not letting you ruin anything else.” Grabbing your hand, Medicine Pocket begins to pull you away. “We’re going, asshole. Come on, dumbass.” They hiss, beginning to walk. Your face burns at the touch, even if it’s through cloth. Once you’re far enough away from Digger, Medicine Pocket begins to speak again.

“I guess… Your stupid face is pretty cute too.” They mutter.

...Are Drunk Words

Dikke wasn’t used to these types of teams. When you were put on board, she was fairly okay with it. Sure, you were a bit shy and soft spoken, but you at least knew how to fight. However, when Digger was placed alongside her… She had a few complaints for the Timekeeper. Complaints that she’d never hear, as knights aren’t supposed to complain, but she was annoyed all the same. At least she could take the front of the battle, and not have to worry about the two of you getting into trouble. She could block the attacks coming your way, and keep an eye on the enemy while Digger made his sorry attempt at an attack spell.

She was confident that the battle had just been won when… “Oh crap! Sorry!” Digger exclaimed. Dikke turned her head to see what the fool had done now, when her eyes fell upon you, swaying in place. Instantly anger filled her chest, as she shot daggers at Digger, who was already trying to shy away. “What did you do.” She demanded, spitting straight venom at the man. “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I was just blowin’ a bubble, when they came out in front of me! Honest!” Digger explained, waving his hands wildly. “Enough.” Dikke growled. “Speak, you.” She shot a look at you, concern beginning to form on her face. “Ough, always so commanding…” You shot back, holding up a finger to point at her. “Youu… You gotta take a load off!” You told her, offering a smile. “Relax every once in a while, it won’t kill you!” “A knight does not relax.” Dikke argued, pulling a face. She’d seen this type of behavior before. From knights and peasants at rowdy pubs. She’d always hated those scenes, too loud and too dangerous. To see you wearing their behavior was uncomfortable. “Waaahhh… Dikke! If you frown like that, your pretty face is going to get wrinkles!” You blurt, crossing your arms. “It’s not good for your skin to look all mad like that!” Dikke’s face went red, her eyes looking anywhere but at you. “We… We have to fight. We can’t sit here and discuss aging.” “Fight, fight, fight, that’s all you wanna do!” You whine. “Can’t we just have fun? Just the two of us?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at the worried Dikke. “What are you talking about?” Dikke asked, glancing from the enemy to you. There was so much going on at the moment, she didn’t know who to focus on. As much as she wanted to comfort you, there was still a fight going on. “We’ll talk about this later.” She decides, brandishing her sword and turning to attack. “Noooo!” You cry. “Don’t leave me!” You stomp your feet like a toddler, feelings bubbling up inside you.

Dikke almost pulls back, when the creature slashes at her. Without thinking, she strikes back, pulling her sword through the critter. Black ooze gushes out of it, as it’s body falls into two perfectly halved pieces. “Woaaah!” You exclaim, clapping your hands. “Dikke, you’re so fierce! It’s amazing! You’re so beautiful when you fight!” What was going on?! You were just condemning her for fighting seconds ago, and now you were complimenting her fierceness?! Dikke’s heart rate was beginning to rise, her face heating with embarrassment. It felt strange to have a fan.

“H-Hey, [Name], chill out! I think you’re making Dikke angry…” Digger whispered into your ear. Nothing could be further from the truth, but the intense face Dikke was making was beginning to worry him. He didn’t want you to be caught in her crossfire. “Huh?!” You exclaimed. “I’m… making Dikke angry?!” Your eyes began to water, tears quickly falling down your face. “But, I only want to make her happy!” Digger took a step back, confused with the sudden shift in your behavior. Dikke’s eyes met him again and narrowed, making his heart leap to his throat. “[Name].” Dikke commanded, taking your cheek with an armored hand. “Cease your crying. You did not upset me.” You sniffle. “So, you liked that I called you beautiful?” Dikke jumps again, caught off guard by such a bold question. “I… I suppose it was… acceptable…” You jumped onto her, wrapping your hands around the knight and pulling her into a hug. “Yay! I’m so glad!” You cheered. “I love you, I love you!”

Dikke’s face made a deeper shade of red as she lifted you off your feet, holding you bridal style. “You cannot fight like this.” She decided, beginning to walk towards the direction of the suitcase. “I’’ll get you home safely.”

“Woah, woah, wait!” Digger shouted out behind her. “What am I supposed to do with the rest of these monsters?!”

“Fight them.” Dikke said with a sneer. “Or perish.”

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hopefulromances · 6 months

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I Feel You - Jamie Tartt x demi!Reader

A/N: Hello to my faithful followers! I'm sorry I've been so inactive for the past couple weeks I've been down in the dumps and sorta uninspired.

But the crazy thing is I've hit 1k followers! What? How is that even possible! I'm planning to put together a little celebration soon but for now, here's an unrequested fic that I wrote featuring a demi!reader on the acespec!

See y'all soon!

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns), Drunkenness, I think that's it

OooO

Jamie had to be the lamest footballer in the world. It was a Friday night and instead of going out and finding a club to get drunk at, he was sitting on his couch reading a bloody book. Fucking Roy Kent had gotten to him, that bastard. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come by so when there was a knock on the door, Jamie was surprised.

There on his doorstep was (Y/N). Pacing, wobbly, back and forth seemingly trying to take off her shoes without sitting down.

“(Y/N)?” He opened the door, turning on the porch light.

(Y/N) was someone Jamie had been friends with for a long time. Longer than anyone else, maybe. She’d grown up with im in Manchester, and gone to college in London when he got called up. When he was busy being a prick and cutting people out of his life, she stayed, refusing to be cut. And here she was, drunk on his doorstep.

She spun in spot, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. “Jamie!”

She fell forward onto him in a sloppy hug. Jamie caught her in his arms, realizing with a chuckle that she was beyond wasted. He hoisted her up so she was tucked into his side so he could properly assist her while closing the door and turning off the lights.

“Jamieee,” She sang, sweetly, pulling Jamie with all her might to get them to topple over.

“At least one of us had a good night,” Jamie muttered.

“It was ‘meh’,” (Y/N) admitted, shrugging. “Felt all wonky all night.”

Jamie pulled her into his bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet seat. She slumped back, as it finally feeling her exhaustion. He filled up his water cup and handed it to her, having to help her put her hand on and grip the cup.

“Drink,” he instructed.

“It’s like, I’m over here, looking and waiting,” she continued, pausing for a second to glug down a large sip of water. “And everyone else is over there. Falling in love, dating, kissing, and I’m just,” she made a raspberry with her mouth.

Jamie found a cloth and the bottle of makeup remover she’d left at his house one time, dabbing some of the serum on the cloth. He walked back over to her, kneeling so he could be at eye height with her.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, starting to dab at her face like she’d taught him.

“Why can’t I feel that, Jamie?” She whined, leaning into his touch. “Why can't I just find a dude and just kiss him? What’s wrong with me?”

Jamie frowned, pausing his dabbing for a moment. “What do you mean, darling?”

“I just mean,” now she was frowning too. “I try to go on dates, hook up with random guys, and I just feel… nothing.” Jamie, pursed his lips, moving the cloth gently over her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as he swished over her eyelids delicately. “But I’m so tired of waiting… I don’t want to settle anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have to settle,” Jamie agreed softly.

“But I also don’t want to be alone forever,” she opened her eyes and Jamie stopped washing her face.

“You won’t be alone forever,” he droned. This was a conversation they’d had before. She was afraid she’d never find the one, and Jamie reassured her that she would. Of course, she would. She was beautiful, and funny, and headstrong in all the important ways.

“I’ve only ever liked one person, in my whole entire life,” she hiccuped. “And he…”

“He what, love?” Jamie went to stand but she grabbed onto his pants, stopping him from moving away. He looked down and she looked very small. He’d never seen her look so small before.

“He’s been my best friend since we were kids,” she muttered, looking up at him. “When I look at him, I feel this flutter in my chest. And no matter how hard I try to feel that with other people, I just can’t.” She looked between his eyes. “I can’t.”

Jamie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? She couldn’t be. Either way, she needed to go to bed.

“You… uh… you can stay here tonight, yeah?” He took the cup from her hand and filled it back up. “I’ll go put out some sleep clothes in the guest bed.”

She looked disappointed when he didn’t acknowledge her rambling, but she nodded, taking a pitiful sip from her cup of water. He watched her a moment before pounding on the sink and walking out to grab a shirt for her.

As he set up the bed for her, his mind was racing through what she had said. The best friend from childhood that she’d liked forever. It couldn’t be him… could it? Not after everything he’d put her through.

When he walked back to the bathroom, she’d fallen asleep on the toilet. Chest rising and falling steadily, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks. His chest fluttered as he looked at her, a gentle smile coming over his lips. He slid one arm under her legs and another around her back, resting her head on his shoulder. She curled into him immediately, nestling her nose into his neck.

He brought her to the room, he’d set up maneuvering her carefully so he could take her clothes off. She’d changed in front of him before, felt comfortable around him, but he still was careful of his hands and quickly putting on more comfortable clothes.

She mumbled incoherently as he laid her down and pulled the covers over her. His hand rested on her cheek for a moment, her face slightly flushed from her night out. He was tempted to get in the bed with her, keep her safe and warm in his arms but he swatted that thought away quickly. Instead he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple.

The next morning when he woke up, he went to check on her, but she wasn’t in the room. Then he heard humming and the smell of bacon filling the air. He padded down the steps and saw her in the kitchen, cooking and sipping on his coffee like she owned the place. He shoved his tongue in his cheek to stop himself from laughing as he watched her.

She spun around, dancing to the song in her head, yelping and freezing when she saw him.

“Oh!” She sighed, throwing her hand over her heart when she realized it was him. “Jamie! You scared me.”

“Scare you? This is my house, you know,” Jamie laughed, leaning across the island.

She rolled her eyes, sliding a cup of coffee across to him. “Two creams, one sugar, yeah?”

Jamie looked down at the coffee, knowing Roy would kill him if he took a sip. ‘Your body is a temple’ and ‘caffeine is a drug’ and whatever, but she was looking at him so sweetly there was no way he could say no to it. So, he reached down and took a sip.

“That’s it, yah,” it tasted perfect. No one else made his coffee like she did. “Do you know how you ended up here?”

She slowed her cooking for a second. He couldn’t see her face, she was turned facing the wall, but he saw her back tense just the slightest bit.

“Uh… I don’t remember, really,” (Y/N) answered. “Just woke up here… figured it was just where I thought I’d be safest.”

Jamie felt his cheeks heat up, trying to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. “You, eh, were out with the girls?”

She turned around, sliding the bacon onto the two plates she’d set out. She was deep in thought, he could tell by the way she picked the skin off her lip, reaching up to pull a piece of hair out of her face.

“Yeah…” she whispered. “It was Larsen’s birthday. Wanted to go have a hot girl night. Find some guys to go home with.”

Ah. Now he got it. She’s gone out with her friends and they’d all gone home with guys and she was left alone. She was upset because she thought she was unwanted. He grimaced at her.

“Did Larsen ditch you again? I told you to stop hanging out with her,” Jamie comforted, reaching to grab a piece of bacon. (Y/N) didn’t answer, she just stared down at the greasy meat on her plate. “Oh, c’mon, (Y/N), you can’t really believe that because of one bad night that no one wants you.”

She furrowed her brow, shaking her head. “No that’s….” She looked up at him, looking back and forth between his eyes. “Do you really think that I couldn’t find one person to go home with?”

Now Jamie was confused. He pursed his lips, not sure how to answer.

“He was great. Attractive enough, I suppose, saying all the right things,” she mumbled, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “We chatted for a while. But I just felt… nothing.” Her fist open and closed as she fought the nervous energy. “He was kissing me, holding me, doing all the things that should have made me feel… something. But it was like… I felt nothing! It was like there was something blocking my brain from just latching onto something random.”

“He was… kissing you?” Jamie cringed as he said it. He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d said it and she looked at him like she was crazy.

“Yes, he was,” she scoffed, running a hand through her hair. “He wanted to do a lot more but I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything.” She rested her elbows on the counter, her head in her hands. “God, what is wrong with me? Every other person we went out with went home with whatever stranger they’d met that night. But me? I feel so… stunted.”

Jamie was surprised by her sudden admission. It wasn’t something he’d felt before, but he wanted her to feel the things he felt for her. The care and softness that he felt for her.

“I know I want it,’ she continued. “I feel it sometimes… for… one person. He knows me and I know him. And I try to get myself to get over it, to feel it for someone else. Anyone else, but no matter how hard I try. I just… can’t feel it.” She shook her head, pushing herself off the island. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”

Jamie stayed still for a moment, figuring out his thoughts.

“S’okay,” he finally responded. “I’m sorry you feel like that, you deserve to feel loved and wanted.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his, her cheeks turning red, spreading up to her ears. Jamie moved around to the other side of the island so he was right next to her, leaning against her side. She kept staring straight forward, her eyes turning shiny with unshed tears.

“You said… there was one person,” he implored, pursing his lips into a duck shape. “One person who you felt something for.”

She nodded, not speaking, brushing her eyes furiously.

“Who… who is that person,” he asked.

She let out a shaky laugh, cocking her head before looking up at him.

“I think you know,” she replied quietly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. He looked at her, letting his hand slide down to intertwine with hers. Her breathing hitched and her chest started to heave. “Jamie, wait, please.” She stared at their entwined hands, scared that it was going to go away. “I can’t… I’m not like other girls. I can’t give you what you want, not right away, maybe not for a long time.”

Jamie shook his head, moving his free hand up to touch her face. “I don’t want that, all I want is to make you feel loved. All I want is for you to feel how you deserve to feel. And I’m willing to wait however long it takes, and to do whatever it takes to make sure that you feel that love.”

“Oh, Jamie,” she gasped out, reaching up to touch his face too. They stood in the kitchen, the soft morning light dappling in through the windows, holding each other's faces. He looked between her lips and her eyes. “Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“You can kiss me.”

His eyes were big and wanting as he looked at her. “Are you sure? Like really sure, like you aren’t just saying it to make me happy?”

“No, Jamie, I want it.”

The words scarcely left her mouth when he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. And there it was. She felt it. She felt that electricity that her friends had talked about. It rocked through her, stealing her breath away as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his coming to creep up her back, lifting her up slightly.

“Can you feel that, love?” he hummed, in between kisses. “Can you feel how much I love you?”

“I can feel it,” she responded, pulling back to look up at him. “I can feel you.”

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfiction #fluff #angst #demisexual #demi reader #ace spec

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dombottom · 7 months

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I sat running through what I was gonna say in my mind. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had to end it. I was getting sloppy, I was an addict. I just had to stop. I heard my office door click as he unlocked it. He had keys (another bad decision). He walked in. Jesus. He was a walking renaissance painting. He was as volatile and temperamental as Caravaggio too. Years ago as when I’d started as his mentor pretty early on I knew I’d never be able to say no to him. The second he figured it out too, I was finished. He started peeling off his shirt without a word. I fought every urge to fall on my knees and worship him. “We need to talk, we can’t do this anymore. It’s not ok. I take full responsibility for it.” I said nervously. He turned his head, he stared at me with no expression. I’d known him long enough to know that look meant he was furious. He started taking slow steps toward me. A mountain lion locked on its prey. Temptation got the better of me and I started looking him up and down. The black hair, his the shining black eyes, the puckish features, his compact but strong build, all wrapped in his glowing olive skin. He truly was an angel, but then again, so was Lucifer. “Who the fuck do think you’re talking to?” he said angrily. Him being angry at me scared me while making my dick start to swell. “It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just wrong. I never should have let it happen, people are going to say I’m a groomer or something, and I’ve got a hus—” he reared his arm back and slapped me full force. My fallen angel had a temper. It’s what landed him in my program to begin with. My cheek stung and my eye teared. I was instantly rock hard. “Please we can’t.” I begged. Something crossed his face, his eyes glittered with malice. “Okay. Fine, never again.” He said with a smirk. I felt the pit of my stomach drop. Hearing him say it hurt more than I thought it would. “Okay.” I replied trying to steel my nerves. He slowly started lifting his arm exposing his armpit. “Jesus Christ, please don’t do that.” I said. “What, are you worried? We’re not going to do anything. You want it to stop.” He said. My little devil. The scent hit me, he never wore deodorant or perfume. His natural scent was salty, earthy, and sweet. But his pits… he produced a potent and addictive musk. It’d been getting stronger by the year. Without question I was a slave to his scent. It hit me, all I could do was whimper. Standing an arm’s length away I could smell him, my eyes were rolling back. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m begging for us to stop,” I whined. “It’s weird because you said all that stupid shit, but I’m pretty sure what you were begging for was a little- sniff” he said. “Dante. Please. No. I really can’t it’s so wrong.” I said. “I stopped listening after Dante please,” he said. He quickly undid my pants, I didn’t try to stop him. My dick cartoonishly sprang out at full attention. I was done for. He grabbed it in his iron grip squeezing as hard as he could. I yelped and folded forward, he was waiting with his pit open, my face smashed right into the damp sweaty hair. “Don’t you EVER try a fucking stunt like this again!” He growled. I groaned unable to speak between the pain of his grip and the ecstasy of his scent. “SAY IT!” He yelled. “I’ll never do it again Dante-Dante-Dante please you’re hurting me.” I begged. He gave a final harder squeeze before he let go. I collapsed back into my chair. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I got in my head I love you so much please baby I shouldn’t have said anything,” I said completely crumbling. The thought of being away from him made me want to burn the world. I’m sure he knew. He took off his pants and shoes, a concert of rich musky smells filled my office. He straddled me. I could feel the stickiness and heat as he started to push his hole down on me. His eyes staring somewhere deeper down than anyone could reach. “Oh my god, I fucking love you” I whispered. He gave me another slap. Followed by a kiss. He leaned in and whispered in my ear as he pushed all the way down, “That’s right…I am a god.”

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years

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Is there going to be anymore ex-husband Gojo?!? We need the third babyy!😂

Ex husband Gojo: his idea of comfort

A/N: The hoes gonna loveeee this one 😏

⚠️ Warning: MINORS DNI! Sexual intercourse, sexual language, mentions of kidnapping

Gojo’s visits became more frequent ever since he kidnapped you into his luxury lodge located in the woods. You guessed it was probably because in his mind, he believed it was more safe to visit you and the children now.

You sigh in the vast, mahogany painted bedroom as you faintly hear Gojo and the kids giggling from their new bedrooms, as he coaxes them to sleep.

Your mind was a maze. It had no clear directions, too many thoughts plagued your mind. On one hand you were mortified to learn he has snatched you away from normal civilian life, but on another hand, why were you touched that he did love you all along? Shouldn’t you hate him after all he did to you? Why did some part of you still have a soft spot for him?

“You should smile more honey” you hear his voice speak from the door.

You watch him saunter his way into your the bedroom and stand right in front of you. You look up to meet his piercing icy blue gaze, only to find he was already staring deeply into yours. You try to look away but he places a finger under your chin to keep you looking up at him.

“Why are you still sulking y/n? I’ve fixed everything for you. For you doll” he reasons.

You shake your head at the delusional white haired man. “Nothing fixed” you barely whisper.

He doesn’t reply to your negative comment and instead he sighs and sits next to you on the bed, twirling a strand of your hair around his long pale finger.

“Don’t be like that y/n. You know how hard I’m trying to fix everything for you. C’mere, come sit on my lap” he says, leaving you barely any choice as he pulls you into him instantly, manhandling you into his lap.

“Gojo what are y-“

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I know you’re mad at me for everything, but you’re gonna be a good girl and let me show you how sorry I am right? You’re gonna let me show you how much I truly love you right?” He whispers in your ear, brushing the hair away from your ear so you could hear his promises.

His cool breath hitting the shell of your ear involuntarily send a shivers down your spine, making your ex husband chuckle as he felt you shiver.

“So cute” he mumbles into your hair as his long arms start wondering around your body.

One hand squeezing the softness of your breasts, another crawling towards your private area, his long fingers rubbing the wetness that was created on your underwear. The sensations eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

Gojo could feel his pants growing tighter at the sinfully innocent sounding gasps that came from your pretty pouty mouth.

“Ahhh you’re gonna be the death of me pretty doll” he moans shamelessly, now grinding himself against your wetness.

Your eyes shoot open as you soon hear his belt hit the ground. You turn around to face him but he pushes you onto the large bed, towering over you as you come face to face with his big, veiny cock.

A cocky grin is displayed on his sweaty face as he rests his fat, pink tip against your lips teasingly, brushing his pre cum along your lips.

“Where do you want it? Inside your mouth? Your pussy? I’m feeling nice today baby, I’ll let you choose” he asks teasingly, but you weren’t in the mood to flirt, you just needed him to fuck the stress out of you.

Your frown at him annoyed, making him mimick your frown before he chuckles. Why was everything you do so cute to him?

Nevertheless he was left speechless as you huffed before grabbing his length with your hands and pushing it towards your pussy. He paused for a second for the smile re appears on his face. “Oh? I see how it is” he chuckles, easily giving in to your wishes. After all, he promised today was all about proving himself to you.

He wasted no time as he pushed it inside of you. You whine at the sensation, grabbing onto him for dear life as usual.

He was just so big, so the stretch always stung a little. He slowly moved in and out of you, watching you intently at the faces you created as your pussy struggled to take all of him. You held onto him tight as he pushed himself all the way in. “Too big..” you mumbled, making the man chuckle. He’ll never get over how cute and needy you become in bed.

He grabs your wrists with one hand above your head as he fucks into you harder. “Don’t move, okay?” He says dominantly, and you’re too charmed to argue back, nodding along mindlessly as he pounds into you.

His hips snap against yours at its own accord as he stares at you mesmerised. The way your breasts bounced up at down, your big, foggy eyes rolling back in pleasure and your small hands struggling in the grasp of his much larger ones.

The pounding doesn’t stop even as he leans his face down to yours, caging you between the soft bed and his sturdy chest, kissing your lips so passionate yet messily.

“My good girl, gonna keep you with me forever” he mutters as he quickens his pace, you whine and whimper as you feel yourself close to coming.

“Oh? You’re gonna cum? Don’t hold back on me then baby” he encourages you patronisingly, and the next thing you know, you see white as you both release at the same time, gushing white cream all over eachother. “Fuck” he groans.

His hips finally draws back and he sighs. You’re still caged in his arms as he pulls out of you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Gojo this is…” you whisper, trying to express your thoughts, but he presses his long finger to your lips.

He gives you a genuine, handsome smile before he speaks. “You don’t have to say anything y/n. I’m here to prove myself to you, not the other way round”

You smile in appreciation as your hands intertwine with his own. He raises your hand to kiss the back of it. “Thank you”

“I’ll do anything for you” he mouths against the skin of your hand.

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Friends only

Summary: You are more than friends.

Pairing: Fratboy!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings?, fluff, mentions of a blowjob

A/N: This story is part of my Fratboys collection

“Why don’t you want to give me advice for my date?” Dean puckers his lips. He batts his long eyelashes, trying to convince you to help him once again. “Sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging.”

“We are not friends,” you quip, and turn your attention back toward the books in front of you. “I’ve got no time to give you advice all the time. Ask one of your buddies.”

"We aren't friends?" He splutters. "Why? When did that happen? Since when are we, not friends anymore?"

“Forget it,” you wave Dean off. He doesn’t need to know that he broke your heart not ten minutes ago when he told you about his date with that hot girl he just met. “You have enough girls hanging on your every word. You don’t need me.”

“Y/N, tell me since when we are no friends? Last time I checked we were friends and roommates!” Dean argues. He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

You slam the book shut and get up from your seat to size Dean up.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes,” he throws his hands up. “What am I talking about the whole time? I want to know since when we are no friends anymore.”

"Since I know how your cum tastes on my tongue," You bite back. "You remember last week, right? When you came to me after a bad date, whining about how the girl only liked your good looks and car. That no one ever listens to you. I built you up again, and then, your cock ended up down my throat.”

“I remember,” he closes his eyes, remembering how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. His cheeks shades of red, and Dean looks down at you, guilt written all over his face. “I shouldn’t have let you suck me off to make me feel better.”

“For fucks sake Dean,” you throw your hands up too. “I sucked you off because I wanted to. I had hoped this means more than a blowjob to you.”

“I—what?” Dean licks his lips. “I don’t understand.”

“Sometimes you are so dull, Dean. That night, I wanted you to make me feel good too.” You shake your head. “But right after I made you cum down my throat, that girl called, and you slipped out of my mouth to take her call. Do you know how I felt?”

“I didn’t know you wanted more of Dean. I would’ve gone down on you, sweetheart. I came back, and wanted to return the favor,” he argues. “You said that you are tired and went straight to bed.”

“Because I felt like a cheap whore, Dean! God. Men can be so stupid and insensitive. If a girl gives you a blowjob, you don’t answer your damn phone after you came. And you for sure don’t talk to some other bitch, Dean.”

“Y/N…” He sighs as you give him an angry look. “I’m sorry. This was a serious case of miscommunication.”

“You don’t get it, Dean!” You sniffle. “Anytime you ask me for advice to get laid, I’m hurting. You don’t even realize how much you hurt me with your behavior.”

“Uh-this is not about sex…right?” He looks at you like a confused puppy. “Right?”

“No, Dean. This is not about sex,” you groan. “I want you to ask me out, not some random chick you just met. But you only ever pay attention to me when you need advice on how to get laid.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean nods slowly. “You want me to cuddle you after a blowjob?”

“Are you serious…” You throw your hands up again. “I give up.”

“Y/N,” he whispers lowly, “I was joking.” Dean steps closer to cup your cheek. “Do you want me to make sweet love to you?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I want you to make sweet love only to me,” you huff. “That’s what I want. I don’t want to be a one-night stand to you like all the other girls.”

“Sweetheart,” he brushes his lips over yours, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you like me. Maybe we should talk about what to do now. I’d offer to go down on you, but I think it’s better to ask you out first.”

“Is everything a joke to you?” you sigh deeply. “This isn’t funny to me. I hate having feelings for someone who-”

Dean silences your rant with his lips. He cups the back of your head to keep you from breaking the kiss.

“I like you a lot, sweetheart. Let me prove to you that I can be more than a one-night stand to you too…”

#dean winchester #angst #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #fratboy!dean winchester #college au #Fratboys collection

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haihaihaitani · 3 months

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Bad Boy/Good Girl ~ *Keisuke Baji*

Summary: Everyone assumes Keisuke is a bad boy, with his motorcycle and leather jacket. But little do they know, it's the opposite in your relationship...

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1261

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: This is actually garbage.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle could be heard throughout the campus parking lot. However everyone knew exactly who it was without having to look. Even if they did have to look to see who was here, there was no mistaking that signature black leather jacket, slicked back black hair and captivating eyes that could make any girl swoon. But Keisuke didn’t want to make just any girl swoon. He only had eyes on one girl in particular.

After entering the campus parking lot, he perched on his bike, watching with mild curiosity at the people coming in and out of the building before him. He was currently waiting for a certain person to leave said building. Of course, no one around here knew that. This was the first time he was ever seen on the university campus, much less the Communications Department building, so everyone who was meandering about automatically assumed he was up to no good.

The reason for his visit to this university came soon enough, with a scowl on her face as she marched over to him. Immediately, Keisuke perked up at the sight of her, standing up quickly as the pleasant look on his face turned into a frown. She didn’t say anything, just leaned her head against his chest and sighed dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, his deep voice reverberating against the top of her head. In her position, she couldn’t see the light blush on his cheeks. He didn’t really like PDA as it usually left him flustered, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her to get off of him.

“I hate tests.”

“Did you get your final score back already?” Her audible wince told him all that he needed to know about how it went. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Yeah, so much for Keisuke not liking PDA. “It’s okay, baby. I'm sure you did your best! And I know if I was taking that class, you would've scored higher than me!”

“No, it’s not okay, but it's whatever.” She sighed, standing up straighter. “I suppose I just wasn’t meant to have a good life.”

It was his turn to scowl at her words, holding her at an arm’s length away so that he could scold her properly. “Don’t say that! You have me, you know! Am I really that bad that you think your life isn't good just because I'm in it?”

She burst out laughing at his reaction before lightly punching him in the shoulder. “It was just a joke, Kei, baby! Man, you should have seen the look on your face! You looked so terrified! I know I shouldn’t laugh but you’re so funny, baby! Seriously! I’m going to die, you’re so funny!”

“I didn’t think it was all that funny, babe.” Keisuke grumbled, looking away from her and trying not to get too upset with her laughter.

Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she giggled at his dark blush. “Don’t look so glum, Kei. It’s Friday and you know what that means. It’s the weekend and you promised to take me to the movies this weekend! So let’s get going! I don’t want to miss anything!”

He nodded. “You’re right, I did promise you. But I don’t know if I want to take you anymore.”

She started to pout. “Why not?”

“Because you were making fun of me!” Keisuke whined with a teasing smile.

Chuckling, she pressed a couple more kisses to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Kei, baby. I didn’t mean to laugh so hard at you. You know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He mumbled before clearing his throat, trying to get rid of his embarrassment. “Alright, I guess we can go now."

She was about to climb onto his motorcycle when he lifted up his helmet to her, making her groan. “Aww, c’mon! Do I have to? I trust you to be a safe driver!”

“Y/n, I’m just trying to protect you, like a good boyfriend. I don’t want you getting hurt! You’re too special to me.”

Scrunching up her nose, she replied. “You’re too protective of me, Kei! And you're so damn cheesy! It’s almost sickening how cute you are. And you’re always saying you don’t like being cute when you’re the epitome of adorable!”

Keisuke blushed darker before muttering, “Please, everyone knows you’re the cute one in the relationship. I’m the big, scary, bad boy. You’ve heard what people have said about me. I’m always up to no good and all of that.”

“Oh, a bad boy! Is that what you are?” She loudly laughed at his words. “Says the man who always makes me wear a helmet when we go riding on his bike because he’s afraid of me getting hurt when we both know I won’t. Says the man who always calls me his precious baby. Says the man who bought me this sweater because he was afraid I’d get too cold this fall and didn’t want me to get sick!”

“But,” Keisuke attempted to argue with her, “I thought you liked being called my precious baby? Also you look really pretty in that color and I really don’t want you to get sick! Then I have to take care of you and we both know you shouldn’t be missing any more classes than you already do.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know, I could always return this sweater and get a different boyfriend, one who understands me better.”

Pouting some more, Keisuke sniffed, not looking at you. “Y/n, don’t make me sad.”

“I was just kidding again.” She teased, patting his cheek gently before letting her hand trail down his neck and rubbing his arm. She bit her lip as her imagination went wild. “You know, if you’re such a “bad boy”, I say you get some more tattoos to prove it. A sleeve would look really nice. I could even help you pick some out and I have a cousin who can do them for a reduced charge.”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “We’re not having this conversation again, babe.”

Leaning in, she whispered seductively in his ear, “But it would be super hot.”

“Y/n!” Keisuke squeaked, his breath hitching in his throat.

Laughing at his bright red blush, she climbed onto his bike. “C’mon! Let’s go! The movie I want to see starts in fifteen minutes and I don’t want to miss it!”

He held up the helmet again, before saying, “Helmet on or we’re not going anywhere.”

She took it begrudgingly, grumbling under her breath. As she snapped it into place, she mumbled. “You’re lucky I look good in this.”

“You always look adorable, my precious baby.” Keisuke cooed with a smirk before getting on his bike as well. He felt his heart flutter when she wrapped her arms around him. He quickly started it up and revved the engine because he knew how much she liked it.

Giggling, she shouted over the engine, “Floor it, Kei, baby! I love the feeling of the wind through my hair, even if it is covered by this ridiculous helmet.”

“No way. I don’t want you falling off or getting hurt, babe.”

With a smirk, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear again, making him shiver. “I guess I’ll just have to hold on to you tighter.”

Right before they took off, he muttered, “And they say I’m the bad boy. Leave it to me to fall for a bad girl.”

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josibunn · 4 months

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jack thurlow with a pregnant reader aw :((

you’re coming home rather early, nearly seven months and sluggish with a teary pout painted on your face. your mood swings had been killing you. you’re so swollen, you’re hot and cold, and you just feel like crying all the damn time. not to mention all the weight you gained, and the fact you just felt sick and gross all the time. jack didn’t mind it when you blew up on him and then cry and apologize for being grouchy, he couldn’t imagine how hard it was for you. he was off, so when you came in and he heard that familiar whine, he knew wassup.

“hi mama bear, so early today,” he greets from the kitchen, and there you rang—“mmmmm,” you whine, throwing your purse and jacket down. “jack,” you huff, walking towards him. “jack they sent me home. they sent me home,” you whimper as he embraces you, pulling your head into his chest. “huh? what happened?” he rubs your stomach as you wrap your around him.

“I threw up at my cubicle, and my boss he-he said itd be best if I went home for a few days,” you sniffle, and he coos, kissing your head as he rubs your back. “was it the lunch? I shouldn’t have packed all that starch, m’sorry baby.” he guides you to the couch as you wipe your face but end up just sobbing into your sleeves as he sits you down, tugging off your shoes.

“I can’t fuckin do anything anymore, I can’t cook, I can’t sleep, I can’t work, ohmygod,” you sniffle, and he falters, he hates seeing you like this. “it’s ok baby, you just got a lot goin’ on, you’re overstimulated n that’s ok. you want somethin’ sweet? some nilla’ wafers? ice cream?” he rubs your stomach as he unbuttons some of your shirt. you nod with your wet stained face and puffy lips. “and-and I couldn’t stand in my meeting, they were just starin n…it was so bad. i’m so bad.”

“you’re fine baby. i’m sure they understand, I mean you’re doin’ everything for two now, take it easy on yourself,” he brings you a box of wafers and a bowl of your favorite ice cream, and you smile up at him, “yer’ so good to me, i love you. I think my work friends hate me, I don’t go to lunch with them anymore.” he spoon feeds you the ice cream, his other hand planted on your stomach—he couldn’t stop touching your belly. you. he was in love, his spouse, with his baby, in his home. this was his life, you’re his life.

“why not? did somethin happen?” “no but,,ugh I dunno i just feel so..outta place. I got so big, and I love that you pack me a lot because I do get hungry but it just looks weird around them, I feel like..they’re looking at me crazy. do I look crazy?” “crazy?? no, hell no, you look more beautiful than you’ve ever looked. like, even now,” with bits of crumbs on your face, “you’re glowing. and this belly, s’beautiful baby. you’re so pretty,” he kisses you softly.

“you don’t think i’ve gotten fat?” “I think you’re eating for our mini me,” he pokes you playfully, and you giggle. “but you’re not fat. you’re pregnant. i’m not fuckin’ elvis,” he shrugs. “you want me to come eat with you on your lunch? cuz’ I will. i’ll walk right out,” he nods, and you giggle some more, pushing his face away playfully. “thas’ ok, i’ll just..call you. did I interrupt what you were doing? i’m sorry,” you apologize.

“I was just cleanin, don’t worry,” he takes out his ponytail. “you’ve had a long day, you want a nice bath? and i’ll make you somethin’ else to eat since you chucked it up?” he asks, and you nod, “that sounds nice,,” he stands, turning on the tv for you as you criss cross. “mhm, you’ve just had a rough day, that’s all. you can shower n eat and nap, ok? sit tight,” he kisses your forehead and strokes your cheeks before heading off upstairs, and you watch him with a cheeky, blushy smile.

oh hes definitely a girl dad btw. I don’t make the rules sorry.

(should I start tagging drabbles like this or is that annoying?)

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rhenuvee · 2 years

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One Wish [Xiao x reader]

A/N: Yeah yeah Lantern Rite already passed but who cares. AFTER THE RECENT QUEST (2.7 chasm) I FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE FOR XIAO.

And yes, the last bit is inspired by Tangled (the boat part).

Warnings: Cringe?? Haven’t written in a while.

Genre: A bit of angst at first, fluff (dw happy ending)

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It’s been three weeks, and you still feel awkward around Xiao.

It’s not your fault really... or maybe it kind of is. Either way, you feel like you can’t look at him the same way.

Three weeks ago, you decided to take every ounce of your bravery, and confess to Xiao. You’ve liked him ever since that day at Wangshu Inn. The way he protects you, and keeps his promise by coming just by the call of his name. He even began to walk with you if he ever saw you nearby. It was difficult to keep your feelings to yourself for so long.

However, Xiao didn’t have the positive reaction you expected.

He went on about how mortals like you shouldn’t be close to him, and how his karma is harmful and all that. You heard him say this countless times before... so why is it that this time it hurts so much more?

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You felt pathetic. It wasn’t his fault, you weren’t sure if he knew the concept of dating in the first place. But he could at least consider it right?

It didn’t matter, or so you tried to convince yourself. And you get it, you really do. You can’t force him into something like this. So today (three weeks from that day), you still try to forget it and move past it. But there’s something that seems to give you trouble with doing that... or more like someone-

“You’re going the wrong way.”

Yes. Three weeks from then, and Xiao still walks with you. Well, the first week he didn’t, but mostly because you stayed at the Inn, sniffling and eating a lot of desserts to calm yourself (Smile Yanxiao was concerned for you). But after that you started going out again and doing your regular traveller duties. And Xiao came along too... which didn’t help with your feelings towards him.Today you happened to be coming from Dihua Marsh on your way to the harbour for the Lantern Rite.

“Oh, sorry.” you say realizing you were slowly drifting from the path you were walking. Yeah, it was very awkward. And moreover, making it hard for your heart. You didn’t really know how to act around him anymore, but you tried being normal. You hope he didn’t catch on how you still felt.

“Are you going to the Lantern Rite?” you asked, trying to make small talk as Liyue Harbour came into view.

“No.” he said bluntly. You were disappointed, but gave a slight “mm” in response. Little did you know, that “mm” made Xiao suddenly confused. You always asked him if he was going to the Lantern Rite, or any other festival. You always begged him, bribing him with things like almond tofu trying to make him go with you. Whined every time he declined with his arms crossed. And you understood that he disliked crowds, though you proposed you could watch the lanterns from afar. But this time was different. You didn’t fight back.

“We’re here.” you say, interrupting his thoughts. Xiao realized both of you were at the bridge already. It was the afternoon right now, but you came at the right time. In a matter of a few minutes the sun will set, starting to create a beautiful scene for the bright lanterns.

“Well, I’m going to go to Wanmin restaurant to meet up with Xiangling.” you announce, turning to face him. Though, you still couldn’t look him in the eye. “Happy Lantern Rite.” you say softly with a little wave.

“Be safe.” he said. You paused for a moment. You found it strange that he didn’t immediately disappear after saying your farewells. Nonetheless, you turned and started walking towards the harbour.

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“Y/N! Happy Lantern Rite!” Xiangling jumped and embraced you.

“Hi Xiangling, happy Lantern Rite.” you replied, returning her hug.

“C’mon let’s go! Xingqiu and Chongyun are already waiting for us at the stalls!” she exclaimed, taking your hand and running to where the boys were.

You and your friends enjoyed the Lantern Rite with the pink and orange sunset in the background. You took lots of pictures with your Kamera, and ate lots of food from the stalls. The four of you (and Guoba) played games, and watched Yunjin and Xinyan’s performance. It was nice to spend time with your friends.

This year, the Lantern Rite included small boats you could paddle out into the sea to make your personal wishes and release your lantern. You, Xiangling, Xingqiu and Chongyun got yourselves a lantern and got to the boats.

“Whoa! Paddling a boat is kind of hard.” said Xiangling, seemingly going in circles.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” Chongyun said, bumping her boat to help push her farther. Xingqiu giggled and beckoned you to follow.

By now, it was dark. With you guys paddling away from the harbour, there was no light other than your lanterns. Once you went far enough, you set the paddles down and let your boat drift around slowly. You looked at your friends, smiling and holding their lanterns ready to be launched.

“They’re going to release their lanterns any minute now.” Xingqiu pointed back to the city. “Let’s get ready to make our wishes.” Xiangling and Chongyun nodded in response. You began to do the same. What did you want to wish for?

I wish I could be normal around Xiao.

No that wasn’t it.

No. You knew what you really wanted. It felt absurd though. You just wanted to spend one Lantern Rite with him. He didn’t even have to reciprocate your feelings. After he does go, you think you can finally get over this.

“I wish... I wish Xia-”

“Yes?”

You yelped, making the boat flail and slosh a little in the water. You clutched your lantern, shocked at what you saw before you. Those golden eyes looking right at you, his figure crouching on the other side of the boat.

“U-um...” you mentally curse yourself for sounding so weird. You couldn’t tell what Xiao was thinking right now, but you internally panicked. Did he come because you called his name? How embarrassing, thinking about having to explain to him that you were making a wish... about him.

“I want to make a wish too.” he finally says after a long silence. He put his hand out, which you gave your lantern to him for a brief moment. He took the lantern in both hands, lightly putting his forehead on the corner. He really did seem to be making a wish, you thought.

The truth is, he noticed. He noticed the smile you try to hold, when something was wrong. He noticed the way you avoided looking at him by looking at the ground instead. He noticed that night when you cried yourself to sleep. He thought that distancing himself from you was for the better. But he realized that the worst thing wasn’t a monster hurting you. It was him hurting you.

Which is why he won’t wait another Lantern Rite. He never was one to pray to the gods, or make wishes, but just tonight he does. He wishes he could go back and rethink his words, or try and understand from a mortal’s perspective, maybe even ask Zhongli. But for now, he wishes you will forgive him.

Thus, he decides he won’t make you wait another Lantern Rite either. Before you know it, he’s leaning forward, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, just above your neck. Your lips move softly in sync with his. It was short, but sweet. When you both pulled away, you were met again with his beautiful eyes, which reflected the light of your lantern.

You instantly leaped to Xiao, almost pushing him back with a hug. You were ready to stop until you felt his hands lightly embrace you back.

“Did you make your wish?” he asked. You realized the citizens at the harbour are already beginning to release their lanterns. You couldn’t contain your smile anymore.

My wish already came true, you wanted to say.

“Yes.” you said happily after sitting back in your seat. You both took one hand to hold the lantern, then raised it high enough for it to float away with the rest.

Once you were out at sea for long enough, you told your friends you were going to go home, and you said your goodbyes and see you tomorrows. You walked back to Wangshu Inn with Xiao, choosing to share an almond tofu together on the balcony.

You were tired, Xiao could tell. He watched as your eyes were fighting to keep themselves open while spooning the tofu in your mouth. It was almost midnight, but the lanterns could still be seen as little specks floating in the far distance.

“Xiao,” you whisper just about to fall asleep. “I’m happy.”

Your head falls on his shoulder while standing. He’ll have to carry you to your room later. For now he admires you, and in awe of what you said. “I’m happy.” Yet another thing that is not often said around him, nor is it something he ever says. But this time, he thinks, he’s happy too.

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#xiao #genshin impact #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao angst #xiao oneshot #xiao fanfic #xiao imagine #XIAO CAN U FUCKIN GO TO THE LANTERN RITE WITH ME ALREADY #I WILL TRIPLE CROWN HIM ONCE I GET THE MORA #or should I build healer/shield xiao so he WONT FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN /j

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— good dog

you don’t need to use your brain, you don’t need to do anything but listen to the only person that matters. leon s. kennedy.

warnings: m.reader, dead dove, yandere! leon, dark content, reader literally doesn’t know how to think without leon helping, abuse, mentions of scars, leon is loving towards reader, mentions of whipping, i might continue this later on but im not sure

enjoy (ㅅ´ ˘ `) !!

leon has had you to himself for months now and he’s so happy about it, he loves having you around. he’s so proud about how well you have adapted to your new home, he hated hurting you like that but you just kept fighting him….so he had to teach you how to be good.

“l-leon! let me go! why are you doing this!?” you screamed, thrashing around in your binding on the cold floor of leon’s basement. you couldn’t read leon’s face at all and it scared you, he stole you from your own home and kept you in his basement. why? what did you do wrong? was he mad? did he hate you? was he going to kill you? these thoughts brought you to tears, you started sobbing profusely while begging leon to let you go.

“shh shh….don’t cry angel. if you keep fighting me i’ll have to hurt you, i don’t want to hurt you baby.” his voice had a dark sense of sympathy, he took you into arms and started rocking back and forth. you thought this was a great attempt to escaped, the only thing that he bothered to tie were your arms. you nuzzled his arm and peppered it with light kisses, he smiled softly thinking you have finally listened to him. he felt a sharp pain in his arm and let out a scream, you bit him. you bit him? are you fucking crazy?

you desperately tried to run up the stairs screaming, trying to get anyone’s attention, you were didn’t know how it happened. your head stung, it burned, your vision was blurry. you saw leon standing above you and his stare was dark, he was breathing heavily in dangerous excitement. he crouched down and grabbed you by your hair, he pulled you close to his face and spat on you.

“bad dog. are you that fucking stupid?” you whined at his words, they were so cruel. you shouldn’t want him to praise you, you need to leave, you need to escape. you tried to pull away from him which was meat with a harsh smack to the face, you cried out in pain. “m’sorry! please no more…i-i promise i-i’ll listen i’m sorry..” you cried trying to convince him you were serious, you didn’t want to be hit anymore. leon looked at you for a moment before smiling, the smile made you feel safe for a moment…. he leaned towards your ears.

“fucking liar. i’ll beat it into your head that you are just a fucking dog, and bad dogs get punished.”

now look at you, you’re being such a good dog for leon! you have graduated from basement to doggy bed right next to leon, instead of not eating at all you get delicious food and snacks in your pretty dog bowl, no more hitting, no more whipping you until you bleed, no more choking till you pass out. you’re a good dog now! so you get spoiled all the time, like a good dog.

“puppy, come here please.” he hears the quick jingle of your pretty leash and collar coming towards him, it makes him smile to himself. you crawl to him with a dazed look in your eyes, ever since you the first couple of weeks of him teaching you to be a good dog you now don’t know how to function without him. you nuzzled his leg im admiration, you melted into him when he started to rub your head.

leon was the only thing that you could think of, leon was your perfect owner! he gave you everything now, belly rubs, kisses, good scratches, cuddles, everything. you just had to be good for him, that’s was it, that was all. if you were a good boy you god a happy leon, if you were a bad boy you had to stay in the basement for a month.

“such a good puppy, you’re all mine yeah?” you let out a soft noise of approval “you only think of me, right pup?” you let out another noise of approval “should i kiss you? do you think that you deserve it, pup?” you say upright and nodded frantically while letting out pathetic whimpers, he smiled at your reaction and leaned down but stopped right before your face.

“i love you, pup.”

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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sex addict

second kinktober fic

pairings: sex!addict natasha x fem!reader

warnings: 18 minors dni sex!addict natasha, cheating, smut, pet names, dirty talking, basically everything is toxic i guess

notes: i’m so sorry for being so late, i had a lot of things to do this week but here’s day two (idk anymore) of kinktober! enjoy!

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“You’re telling me,” you take a deep breath, pointing your index finger at the woman sleeping with countless women behind your back. “You’re making a “sex addict” as an excuse for sleeping with women behind my back?!”

“I can’t help it, baby,” she whines at you, holding your arms closer to her as she tries to bring your body to mold. But you refused to do that, so you stayed in your place. “It’s just–It just happens…”

“I seriously don’t understand how you’re just saying that!” you shrieked, shaking her hands off of you.

“Sweetheart, please calm down–”

“It just happens?!” you rummaged to her closet and grabbed a chunk load of her clothes, throwing them across her face as you saw her wide-eyed expression. Acting like the victim, I see. “I never want to see your face again, Natasha. I don’t think I’ll ever face you again! If you wanted sex, you can just say that but instead–you find other people to do what you want to do!”

“You’re not listening to me!” her voice was starting to crack and brought her hands to your arms again, both of your faces inches apart. “I do have an addiction, okay? I understand that I need help, but whenever I fuck them all I think about is you… you know you’re the only girl I think about.”

What doesn’t make you understand is how she has the complete capability of looking at someone else’s body and saying: oh I just think about you whenever I fuck them. No biggie. The point is, it was a “biggie” for you. Of course, it was. How is it not a big deal when your wife has been nothing but a sex addict with 90% of the women in her company?

She pulls you toward her as she kisses the crown of your head, trying to push away the fact that her fingers are in somewhere else’s cunt. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I don’t understand myself either, I just can’t help it. P-Please, let me make it up to you… let me love you.”

“I need you to get out of my house.” you said quietly, trying to brush her kisses away but it was making you feel something else that you shouldn’t feel whatsoever. Her hands were lowering down your waist, simply pulling you close while having her lips inches away from the skin of your neck. Even though you must hate her, you must push her away. What seems to not get you is that you’re still very much attracted to your wife. She leaves a small soft peck on your neck, touches your bum with her hands, and presses herself into you.

“Mommy is desperate for you baby,” she whispers with her watering eyes, which makes your heart belt out with the desire for her to make love to you instead. “Aren’t you my good girl? My sweet little angel? Oh, you’re so pure. So innocent. C’mon, be my good girl and let me fuck you, sweetie…”

She brings you to the edge of the bed and makes you sit, cornering you with her hands on either side of your thighs as she gives you lingering kisses on your mouth, then to your cheeks. She touches you like no other, almost as if nothing has happened that occurred to this situation. You let her in once more, but once she’s done – you’re gone.

“Mommy,” you whisper on her cheekbone; grabbing her wrist as you locked between your thighs, mewling into her ear like some slut you are. “Please touch your little girl, touch me…”

“You want me to touch you?” Natasha coaxes, not able to keep her lips from you. She removes your shirt, kissing your cleavage with so much want that roars out of her system. You could tell that she was desperate considering that she was groping your breasts that were covered by your bra. “Oh fuck–God damn, your boobies are so perfect in my hands…”

She hooks her fingers into your shorts and swiftly pulls the cloth down, leaving you naked with your panties that match the color of your bra. Pink. Just like she always wanted. Natasha smiles at you and kisses your stomach while having her other hand inside of your thigh, pushing you slowly back down on the mattress with whines and moans that were coming out of your mouth; she loves to hear them each time you want her.

“I love you so much,” she says to you while having her lips smudged in the corner of your mouth, parting your legs as she gets between them; her fingers unhooking your bra. “Tell Mommy what you want, baby. Please, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you said with a whine, kicking your underwear off. She was eye-struck the moment your bottom was bare. “Go on, fuck your angel. Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Then go on,” you tease her with your fingers spreading your wet folds, bringing it back to your lips as you suck your juice in front of the woman – staring down at you with hooded eyes. Natasha didn’t waste time and lunged her body toward you, kissing your mouth passionately.

She was obsessed with sex. Of course, she was. In every aspect that was given, she would always have her way with you. There was a faint memory of her fucking you inside a restaurant bathroom, having her hand on your mouth while railing you with her strap; dirty words filled up the entire moist room. But what makes your heart clench with despair is that you were never the first choice, even though she claims she was always thinking about you whenever she would have other girls in her lap.

Both of you were finally naked in bed as she rubbed her thumb against your clit, moaning into your open mouth while having her eyes shut tight. She’s probably imagining someone else underneath her, which isn’t me. She whimpers, “Open up for me sweet girl, yeah… just like that. God, I’m so horny right now.”

She plunges two fingers inside your tight hole as she lets out a loud groan near your ear; her back hunching from the feeling of your warm walls clenching her long fingers hard. You shut your eyes as you throw your head back, muttering dirty words like fuck your little girl into her ear as you raise your hips for emphasis. Which she loves. She growls and pumps her fingers into you furiously, kissing your collarbone with reassurance that she’ll never hurt you.

“You feel so good inside me,” you tell her with a high-pitched voice, licking and biting your bottom lip as your boobs bounce with her fingers railing into you. She grunts each time the tip of her fingers hit your spot, finding it incredibly sexy whenever your tits shake with every thrust. “Agh–Natasha! Please go faster, fuck me hard…”

“Oh yeah, that’s it fuck! Urgh,” she nips into your flesh, not caring when you scream out of pleasure and pain. But she knew, deep inside, that you like being bitten by her. “Mmph, there you go… that’s my little girl, take all of it.”

Something in the pit of your stomach made it churn, making you realize that you’re close to having an orgasm when it hasn’t been five minutes into fucking. She lifts her head and looks down at you, noticing that your chest is turning reddish. Probably because of the heat that you both had. This made her feel more possessive and continued to assault your bruised hole with her fingers inside of you. You can’t say you’re in pain (it was more pleasure than that) but whenever she reaches further inside of your cunt, you can feel the burning sensation that comes within it. It turns you on, but it turns her on even more.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, flexing your neck as her palm knocks on your clit. “Please don’t stop–ohmygod–I’m so close, keep fucking me like that!”

Her teeth grit with the pleasure she’s getting from rubbing against your thigh, and licks the center of your chest, rolling her eyes in the back of her head when she feels your walls tightening around her. She chants out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” as she feels herself getting close as well. You suddenly cover your mouth quickly as you shake underneath her, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. She watches you beneath her and buries her head into your neck, humping your thigh with trembling hips as she screams into your flesh.

“Agh, fuck!” she kept humping her clit against your thigh, lifting your back as she held you close. “Oh god, I love you so much–I can’t fucking stop, don’t ever leave me… Fuck yes, oh my god.”

The minute she was done, you had your things packed as you threw a box of condoms and said with an edge in your voice, “Be careful whoever you sleep with, and keep your fake dick into your pants.”

“B-But–”

“I no longer want you in this house, Ms. Romanoff.”

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borathae · 2 years

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Gender: not specified

Warnings: implied sexual situations, slight Angst for some of the boys (traumatic past experiences, some tears)

Namjoon

"Tomato", you let out.

Namjoon lifts his head from the crook of your neck, slowing down the movements of his hips.

"Did you just say tomato?" he asks.

Your eyes meet and for a moment you feel so completely embarrassed that you consider lying to him and pretending as if you didn't and that you were still enjoying it.

"Yeah, sorry", in the end you decide not to.

"Oh shit, are you good? Should I slip out?"

You nod your head, avoiding eye contact. Quite frankly you were so angry at yourself.

You haven't been seeing Namjoon for long yet, six months and ten days to be exact and only recently started to become intimate with him. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, helping you heal from stuff you thought you could never heal from. He was kind, sweet, gentle and patient and he treated you so right. But the problem was with you and the awful relationship you have with sex. In the past your wishes were either judged, brushed off or straight up laughed at. And that cemented itself into your brain as the thought that this is just how sex was supposed to be and that you were nothing but a piece of meat meant to be compliant. But then you met Namjoon and he asked you questions. About your comfort, your likes and dislikes, your kinks and hard limits and for a moment you wanted to run as you never experienced something like this before. But you didn't. You stayed and with Namjoon's unfaltering patience started to slowly enjoy sex again.

So you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about saying your safeword, because Namjoon told you that he wanted you to say it if you felt the need to. But you still do. You do because you were still so used to your past that you feared his reaction.

"Of course, beautiful", Namjoon says lovingly and slips out. He sits up, looking at you without an ounce of judgement, caressing your shin as he does, "did something trigger something bad?"

"No, no I..I'm sorry I just, just it, it started to feel b-boring", you get out, having to sob not in pain but in pure relief because he didn’t laugh at you.

"Hey, beautiful, hey. Can I hug you?"

"Yes, please."

"Yes. Come here", Namjoon cradles you in his arms, "now let it all out, it’s okay you can cry, it’s okay."

Seokjin

"I have to stop this", you say.

Seokjin lifts his head, studying you with droopy confusion. He is still very out of it, head dizzy and ears barely registering what you just said, but he feels your touch retreat from his aching cock as clear as day.

"No please, please don’t edge me anymore please, I'm so close", he whines because in his droopy state he hasn’t really registered the seriousness of the situation yet.

"No, I’m serious. This is serious."

"Oh? Oh!" Seokjin finally realises the importance of the situation, working his best to sit up, "are you okay? What happened?"

"I feel like I'm too mean", you confess, feeling like breaking into guilty tears, "I'm sorry, I’m so mean."

"No, you aren’t too mean, I really loved what you did", he assures you, taking your hands to kiss them softly, "you made me feel really safe and you’re the best dom ever."

"Really?" you ask him, sniffling.

"Yes really", he scoots closer, littering your cheek in dozens of kisses, "I feel so safe with you, because you always treat me so well."

"God Jinnie", you say, letting your head fall against his shoulder, "thank you, I feel so safe with you too."

"I'm glad you do, that’s all I want", he says and wraps his arms around you to hug you oh so well.

You let out a deep sigh, hugging him back.

"Can we take a little break? I still need some time to calm down" you ask him.

"Of course, take all the time you need", Seokjin assures you.

Yoongi

He hits the mattress three times, forcing your ruthless movements to come to an abrupt stop.

You slip out of him, ignoring the mess that makes.

Yoongi collides with the mattress instantly, letting out a sound which can only be described as a mixture of a whimper and a croak.

"What happened? Was I too rough?" you ask him, taking off his harness and ball gag.

Yoongi gasps for air, using the newfound freedom to curl into a little ball.

"You're worrying me. Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did", you say, lifting his head atop your lap to soothe him by playing with his hair, "I'm so sorry, my kitten."

"Too many spanks", Yoongi gets out.

"I hear you, I’m sorry it really wasn’t my intention to hurt you."

"I know, it suddenly got too much. The last spank was too much."

"I understand. God kitty, I feel so terrible. Should I bring you an ice pack?"

Yoongi shakes his head, "no, play with my hair please", he gazes up at you, "I want to be touched."

"Of course, everything my king wants", you give him a smile, "you did really, really well you know? You took the fuck so well and looked so handsome in your pretty gear."

At that Yoongi’s rosy cheeks turn crimson.

"You were really awesome too, I enjoyed the fuck a lot. I just think my poor buttcheeks aren’t made for excessive spanking", he says and makes you laugh with it. He soon joins you in your giggles, enjoying the impromptu aftercare with a fluttering heart.

Hoseok

"Red!"

Hoseok stops immediately, removing himself from you and instead cupping your cheeks.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asks, studying your face with great worry.

"I, I panicked. I, I felt like, like suffocating", you answer him, "the ropes please."

"The ropes", Hoseok acts instantly, "I'll cut them off, yeah? Is that okay or do you still need a moment?"

"Please cut them off, I feel…scared, it’s so t-tight."

"It's okay love, it’s okay you are safe. I'm going to take those scissors now and gently cut them off."

You watch him work, finding calm in the way he works so carefully and gently. Even now when your body is trembling in panic, he makes sure to never hurt or scratch your skin.

The two of you tried bondage, when you suddenly felt scared that you will never be able to get out again. And so you panicked and used your safeword, knowing very well that your fiance will move heaven and hell to make sure that you feel safe.

Hoseon kisses the marks on your skin once the ropes have finally left your body. He kisses every single inch of them until he reaches your face, placing a soft kiss upon your cheek.

"How are you feeling? Better?"

"Yeah, better. Thank you", you tell him, feeling so incredibly safe but also tired, "Hobi can you hold me?"

"Of course love, I’ll hold you for as long as you want."

Jimin

"Stop", he says clearly, fleeing from your touch.

"I'm stopping", you tell him, retreating your hand from his length.

He eyes it, then you.

"I'm sorry", he says, eyes filling with embarrassed regret.

"For what?"

"For chickening out?" he laughs painfully, covering up a little sob with it, "I'm such a fucking loser", he presses out, breaking into tears afterwards. Loud and ugly he cries, rocking himself back and forth in a desperate attempt to soothe himself.

"Hey, stop that", you hug him instantly, "you're not a freaking loser. What the hell Jimin? It’s your right to say stop when you need it."

"I'm sorry, I feel so awful. I, I’m sorry."

"It's okay, do you hear me? It’s okay", you assure him, "you're valid and your feelings are valid and I am not angry at you. I won’t treat you like your ex did. I'm not angry at you."

"But disappointed?" he asks quietly, looking up at you through his tears.

"Not even one bit", you assure him and smile, wiping his tears away, "now, why don’t I prepare you a warm bath and hot chocolate and then we can talk all about what happened, yeah?"

"Yeah", Jimin whispers.

"Yes? Deal?"

"Deal", he says, smiling shyly when you tilt his head just to kiss his forehead. You giggle, making him want to giggle too.

"I love you like crazy, my pretty. I'm gonna treat you so well."

Jimin didn’t feel like such a broken person when he was with you. His past and the people in it may have ruined him, but you love him and that felt like medicine.

Taehyung

"You know what I just- Red", you bring out.

Taehyung closes his mouth, staring at you with big eyes.

The silence in the room is deafening. The air is heavy.

You and your boyfriend have been fighting for a while now. It started off as bickering, but soon turned into a screaming match. You were both too hot-headed to fight any other way, too passionate to not allow your emotions to take hold of you, and maybe also too stubborn to acknowledge that the fight has turned into something ridiculous.

"Did you just use our safeword?" he asks you.

You nod your head.

"Now?" he doesn’t mean harm in the question, he is just so incredibly angry and flabbergasted that you would so abruptly stop his words.

"Yeah now. I can’t take the screaming anymore. Can we please take a break?"

Taehyung places his hand over his mouth, prancing left and right in an attempt to calm himself down.

He exhales loudly, "yeah sure", he says, dropping his hands in a way that they would slap against his thighs and make a sound, "sure let's take a break."

"Thank you", you study him in the awkward silence that follows.

Taehyung does the same, grinding his teeth because he was still angry. Or was he really? His eyes seem so sad all of a sudden.

"This is fucking ridiculous isn’t it?" he gets out.

"What?"

"Us screaming so much", he says, lips turning into a sad pout.

"Yeah, it's kinda dumb", you agree, tiptoeing closer to him, "should we try to hug it out?"

Taehyung nods his head, whimpering a little "mhm I'd like that."

Jungkook

"Yellow, yellow", you blurt out.

Jungkook’s head snaps up in alert.

"Yellow?!" he repeats, almost yelling the word in shock, "holy shit are you hurt?"

He is gone from you instantly, rolling off of you and instead sitting down next to you.

"I'm fine, I guess. I just…I'm not really horny anymore."

"Oh uhm, oh okay", your husband studies your face, "that’s so random. But totally valid! Yeah, totally fine."

He cracks you up.

"Come on, you’re just burning to ask the question. Just do it", you tease him.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay uhm…why? Like, I know you don’t have to have a reason, but I thought you enjoyed what we did."

"I did until I didn’t."

"Okay?"

"It’s just that, I’m an idiot”, you confess and laugh, “I started thinking about our groceries and then it kinda started to hurt ‘cause I wasn’t concentrating on you anymore and yeah."

"Oh baby that sucks", he lays himself onto his side, cupping your cheek to caress it gently, "should I do something to get you in the mood again?"

"Yeah, honestly I was kinda wondering if we could switch it up just a bit. That’s why I only said yellow, you know, to let you know I’m still into the idea of fucking you I just need something else."

"Of course. You know that I love switching it up for my boo", he coos, making you chuckle, "just tell me what you need and I'll do it."

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 months

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not sure what to qualify this as, but I read the following in "getting where your face won't spoil the view" by notlucy and it's been stuck in my brain ever since

(tw for like implied cannibalism/vore I think?)

they were initially talking about rimming but then bucky went too stupid (affectionate)

“Steve…”

“Eat you out for days.” He fists a hand in Bucky’s hair, yanking his head back and exposing the column of his throat. Grinning, he goes in for a bite, sucking the rough, stubbled skin. “You need a shave.”

“Eat… me… “

It’s not an insult—he’s too spacey to be witty—but the way he says it makes Steve laugh all the same, and he kisses his jaw, his neck, the space beneath his ear. “Yeah, eat you up. Inside and out. Cut off pieces of you, just for me.” Bucky licks his lips; Steve takes advantage of an open mouth and shoves his thumb in, forcing Bucky’s tongue down, gratified when he gags. “You want that, Buck?”

A frantic nod, head moving as much as it’s able. God, he’s pretty like this.

do you have any thoughts like this about them?? idk if it falls under primal but it just scratches my brain well and I'd love to hear your thoughts on it some!!

ps. I don't like it in a gore way, more like the concept of consumption itself, on a brain sense more than the body? * insert Steve Kemp's speech about eating/consuming/being consumed being a form of love * I really don't know if this ask makes any sense anymore lmao thanks for reading this

"getting where your face won't spoil the view" by notlucy

I FUCKING LOVE THAT SERIES AND LET ME SAY--

Another line/idea from that series that makes me feral that's also, if you think realistically, very graphic is:

“What’d I say about moving, genius?” he growls, jerking his arm higher and oh, Jesus, Steve’s strong, he’s so strong and he could break the bone if he wanted to, but Bucky doesn’t want him to, doesn’t think he would, except that he could, and probably that’s the point. “I didn’t—ow, fuck, I’m sorry, but…” “No buts. No excuses. Next time I’ll nail your hand to the wall. Got me?” Bucky shivers and whines, caught between pure fantasy and harsh reality as he gasps out, “please don’t do that…” “No?” Steve’s grip tightens on his wrist, the pain a bright spark. “Why shouldn’t I? Because you’re in charge?” “Shouldn’t…” He drinks in a lungful of air, desperate and yowling, both loving and hating the threat. “Not… shouldn’t. You can but please don’t because I’m sorry and I’m…” “That’s right. I could. But I won’t. Because I believe in second chances.”

That excerpt is from "those clinging vines that had me bound, well i don't need them" by notlucy

I have many asks I need to get to, and I try to go in order of when they were sent in, but... maybe it's just my barely disguised teeth fetish talking (or maybe it's the vague religious undertone, nailing a hand to a cross that gets me, oops)... I could not resist this one.

All credit for inspiration goes to notlucy. This particular AU of Steve and Bucky, I am not claiming as mine! I'm just writing a general, darker d/s stucky pairing.

Content warning for non-gore, non-graphic mentions of dismemberment, death, etc. I promise it's not as dark as it sounds?? I don't know. This just came out of me 💀💀

"E-eat me," Bucky whimpers, voice strung out and pathetic.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, sweetheart," Steve teases him, just the right amount of bite to his words as he prowls circles around Bucky's strung up, helpless form.

Bucky's wrists are encircled by thick, padded cuffs. Attached via chain to the anchor points in the ceiling, his arms are held straight up above his body. Not too unforgiving, not too relaxed. Meanwhile, Bucky's legs are forced embarrassingly wide by a spreader bar at his ankles, attached via matching, snug ankle cuffs. He's not going anywhere. All he can do to squirm is shiver.

Helpless.

Just like Steve likes him.

He grins meanly, "you're so desperate for me."

Bucky whimpers in agreement, running out of words as he gets deeper and deeper into subspace. The expression on his face is stupid. Slack and empty-eyed. So precious.

"You just want to be in my mouth," Steve's upper lip curls up as he says it, almost snarling the words out.

Bucky's head lulls back between his shoulders, collared throat fully exposed, crumbling under his words, his voice, his promises. Wanting it just as badly as Steve is claiming he does. Slut.

Steve grabs his throat, standing in front of him, big and imposing, "you just wanna serve me, huh?" He shakes him around. Just a little. Enough to make him choke and sputter, glowing red under the attention. "Give into your higher purpose, yeah? Yeah. I know, sweetheart, you can't hide it, you want me to take little pieces of you, keep you close, so all I have to is reach over when I'm starting to feel hungry and..." Steve rakes his nails down his sides, unkind, "get a little piece of you to satisfy my appetite. More and more until there's nothing left."

"Hhuh, please!" Bucky keens.

His dick is so hard, jutting up obvious and obscene and wet between his trembling, lithe thighs. He already must've been on fire before Steve grated him with his nails, but as a result of the treatment... he burns hotter. His flesh turns even more pink. Red. Stained from his hairline, all down his face, neck, and chest, to his heaving stomach. The shape of his ribcage expanding and contracting, gleaming with sweat, as he struggles to breathe is fuckin' poetry in motion.

Steve bites down a groan, barely resisting taking the moment to himself to jerk off or to stand behind Bucky and fuck up into his exposed backside. Maybe not even his hole. Bucky is for him, after all. He could fuck his thighs instead. Deny him everything, but the glide of his throbbing, hard dick between those sweet thighs.

Jesus.

"You're so inspiring, baby," Steve waltzes behind him, dragging his nails across the canvas of his skin as if he wants to paint a masterpiece. All desire and lust. Art. "The way you cry and writhe," he lets out a hungry sound, "God, I don't know if I wouldn't be able to resist and I would eat you up right away, devour you like the starving man I am, or if I would have to drag it out and savor the taste, the thrill, because you beg and squirm and cry so prettily. Dinner and a show. How about that?" Steve chuckles, slapping his side hard enough to leave a handprint.

"God! G-AH!"

Steve cuts his second adorable little wail right in half, with a few equally had slaps to his ass. More handprints. One on each cheek, then a few overlapping prints. More claims. Like a brand on a prized piece of cattle.

And, huh, isn't that a thought?

Maybe he'll bend Bucky over, put him in a stockade so he can't go anywhere, and carve his initials into him. SGR. Maybe he'll make a custom brand, heat it, and listen to him squeal and cry as it sizzles. SGR. Although...

His Ma did always tell him not to play with his food before eating.

Glossing over that delicous idea, for now, Steve pinches Bucky right where it hurts, if his chest rattling sob is anything to go by. Yet, he conversationally speaks over his struggles, "what if I strung you up, tied you up all pretty, and just took little bites out of my new piece of artwork?"

Bucky makes a wordless caterwaul that sounds like assent. Or please. He's squirming, he's crying, and he's enjoying himself. It's hard to tell. Completely incoherent.

"Or, maybe I decide to bring over some friends and show off my catch, hm?" Catch. As if Bucky is some kind of game--fish, deer, elk--and Steve the hunter. "I know their mouths would water just looking at you. You look so delicious. Tender and juicy, huh?" Steve gropes his pointedly tender (from the spanks) ass, unashamed and filthy.

"AH!" Bucky keens.

"Don't worry, though, sweetheart," Steve smoothly purrs, "you're all mine." He bares his teeth. Wolfish.

"St-Steeve," Bucky whimpers. Cute.

"Mine. I'd never let them have a taste," he grabs him hard. His hips. He wants to leave fingerprint bruises behind. "They'll just have to hunger from afar. Admiring all the marks in you--chunks taken out by my teeth." Steve bites his shoulder, smelling his dark musk. He's sweating badly. Glistening. Beautiful. Steve licks his lips and goes on, "aaaall these marks because I couldn't help but steal bites while waiting for them to show. You're irresistible, sweetheart," he inhales deeply, as if he's wafting a fine wine, taking in the notes. "Want you so bad. I want you in me. All of you. 'M gonna eat you."

"Eat me!" Bucky begs, pathetic, mouth open and lips trembling.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve encourages, his mouth is split in such a wide grin that his face aches. He can't stop, though. "You're gonna be begging for it right up until you're swallowed whole, aren't you? You just can't help yourself," Steve pulls his head up just to grab at his chin and pinch his sweet dimpled chin. Shaking his head around. He looks so silly. Yet, Steve really does want to eat him. He makes him so hungry. "You want it so bad."

"Y's!" Bucky slurs, crying out.

Steve licks up his tears, swallows, then licks his teeth and shuts his eyes as he makes a humming sound like he's a delectable dessert. Like he's never tasted anything sweeter.

He hasn't.

God.

"After I'm done with you," Steve whispers harshly, "I'm never gonna forget it." He bites at Bucky's jaw, moaning despite himself because poor Bucky is completely limp. His head is up because Steve's holding it that way. "I'll taste you on my tongue forever. And I'm gonna tell everyone about it."

Bucky moans hoarsely, and he swoons in bonds. Feet giving from under him. Falling onto Steve's solid chest.

Steve chuckles, pleased, but pushes him back to standing, lips to Bucky's ear, "'m gonna say how there was this adorable, sweet sub that wanted me so bad he cried and begged and plead until I just ate him up like the big, bad wolf."

Bucky whimpers, a tiny, desperate sound.

"My sweet little bunny..." Steve licks his tongue up Bucky's throat, over his Adam's apple as he swallows, broad and hot, "I'm gonna tell them about how stupid you went whenever I sunk my teeth into your neck." He does it now. Bucky shakes, silently screaming. "And they're gonna stare at my teeth and know. They'll know how sweet you were. Too bad I had you all to myself."

Bucky can't speak. He can't stop shaking. He just stays there limp, whining, crying, wanting. The want rolls off of him in waves. Steve's going to devour him. Mouth on his throat, sucking bruises and leaving behind teeth indents, and hand tight around his cock. It doesn't even take him three strokes before he's giving in. Cumming right in Steve's palm. Steve licks it all up. His mess. Every part of Bucky is delicious and demands to be savored.

P.S. I have a playlist specifically themed around teeth that I was unashamedly blasting as I wrote this 😏 (and yes, I have a problem. I just like teeth, okay?)

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #tw cannibalism #tw vore #tw implied death #tw implied gore #tw implied violence #does that cover all my bases??#hopefully lol #teeth #fic rec #🔪 anon

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Fake it, till you make it (CL16)

Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: angst, mostly kissing, enemies to lovers. Everything on this shot is purely fictional. (I mention the break up of Charles, but the reason mentioned here aren’t true)

“Eh come on, you’re not enjoying yourself! I thought this would be fun” Carlos whined as he saw my smile leaving my lips.

“I am having fun. Truly” I wasn’t even looking at Carlos. With the corner of my eye I had noticed Charles sitting in the middle of the bar with a few empty glasses surrounding him.

“I know that Charles bothers you but tonight he won’t. He’s not in the mood to tease you”

“How do you know that? Maybe he’s faking it”

“Charlotte broke up with him”

My body froze for a moment. Charlotte had been with Charles for a handful amount of time. Followed him at almost every race and even when not attending, posting about it on her insta. She was very supportive of his career. This was unexpected.

“What? When? Why? How?”

“Slow down there! Well, they broke up a few days ago and the why, is kinda complicated”

“What do you mean complicated?”

“With the pressure of wanting to win the championship and constantly being away, even during holidays and staying close to the factory, can seem like you neglect your partner”

“But..but that’s his job! What else is he supposed to do? He’s got no choice. Sacrifices need to be made”

“Don’t tell me, I know it firsthand. Maybe Charlotte didn’t want to be an obstacle on this dream and also wanted to focus on herself too.”

I’ve never felt bad about Charles before. Ever. I always ignore and mock him, because he constantly finds a way to insult me somehow but now, I felt sympathy for him.

“Oh. Well, I hope he gets better soon. Breaks ups happen in life. People come and go”

“You should have told that to yourself when you broke up with—“

“Ah ah ah! That’s not the same. Definitely not the same case Carlos. I was cheated on. They had scheduling conflicts.”

“So, why was Charlotte at the podium today? Why did she come all the way to Abu Dhabi?”

“As a final goodbye to him. Before dating, they were friends too, so why hang up on him now? A friendship shouldn’t end because a relationship did”

“I guess you’re right”

“So at least you should enjoy tonight! I don’t want another grumpy person around. Go find Isa and the girls”

“I will. Thank you Carlos”

“And if you need me anything, I’m over there with Lando”

I simply nod and pave my way towards the bar. I know it was a really bad idea to even go there, but something tempted me to do so.

Charles’s head was facing the hard wood of the bar’s surface and his hand was holding a semi finished vodka shot. Suddenly I felt a pinch at my heart. No no no, this is not happening!

What do I do now? Do I say sorry? Do I console him? Do I drive him back to the hotel? I don’t know how to drive a Ferrari what am I even thinking?

“Hey Charles” was all that came out before I received a groan as an answer. Great!

“Do you need any help? Want me to take you back to the hotel?” Finally, he raised his head and looked towards me. His eyes were red and sore. He was in an awful state. No matter how much I disliked him, I didn’t enjoy seeing him like this.

“What do you want from me Y/N?” He said before drinking the last sip from the shot.

“To help you! You’re drunk and apparently in a horrible state”

“Wow, what a way to make a man feel happy. Thanks”

“Ugh! Just tell me if you need anything. I’m trynna show some sympathy here”

“I don’t need you to pity me Y/N. Go find someone else’s ass to annoy”

“Fuck you Charles! Keep acting like this and you’ll remain alone”

Before I could move away from the chair, Charles grabbed me angrily by the arm.

“What did you say?”

“Stop being cruel!”

“Or what? I’ll die alone? I don’t care anymore. As it seems no one cares about me either! So it’s a win win case”

“You’re not letting anyone help you that’s why!”

“And why should I? I don’t need anyone to pity me after a hard time”

“I am sorry”

“Are you mocking me right now Y/N? Why are you apologizing?”

“Because of what I said”

“I don’t need your apology. I wasn’t offended”

“Ok fine, you know what? I give up. Have a good night Charles”

I release my arm from his and go to where Carlos and Lando are sitting. It was wrong to try and comfort Charles. He’s heartless anyway.

“Hey, I saw you at the bar with Charles. What did you say to him?” Carlos asked the moment I sat down next to him.

“I asked him if he needed anything, but was a total dick to me, so I gave up”

“Give him some time Y/N. I get what he’s going through. I felt like shit when me and Luisa broke up too. It wasn’t easy. I know you’re just trying to help” Lando tries to relax me with his words

“I understand that feeling too, Lando, but he could have at least declined my offer in a nicer way”

“Oh uh” Carlos exclaims

“What?” I looked at him quizzed. Then I turn around and see an angry Charles coming towards our way.

“Can I talk to you Y/N for a moment?”

“No”

“Y/N!” Carlos and Lando both look at me with raised eyebrows!

“Please. Just for five minutes. Then I’ll let you to your peace”

I raise and follow him towards the bar once more.

“I acted like an asshole before. I am sorry Y/N. You simply came to help me and I just got all cranky with you for no reason. I’ve been in the shambles lately and my mood is not exactly the best it’s ever been. Please forgive me.”

“You did act like an asshole and you were pretty mean for no reason, but I forgive you. I get it”

“You get what?”

“Break ups are never easy. I am so sorry. Carlos told me the news”

“I was kinda expecting it to happen. At least now she’s free and won’t have me as her burden”

“You weren’t her burden. You were someone she loved and didn’t enjoy seeing so broken and pressured most of the time”

“The past few months had been shit and I wasn’t exactly nice towards Charlotte. She deserves better than this.”

“You’re a good man Charles. And you deserve to be happy too. This season had been mostly painful but you did the best you could. We are all proud”

“I’ve actually never heard you say a good thing about me, so could you please repeat that so I can voice record it” he cracks up a joke to lighten the mood

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here. And that’s the truth though. You gave it everything” I flash him a kind smile and probably the only smile I have in the two years I’ve known him.

“Thank you Y/N. Carlos is a smart man for having you around. You’re very sweet and I don’t deserve this. I should be sorry for all the things I’ve said about you. You realize I don’t mean them, right?”

“Wait! You don’t? But I thought you disliked me?”

“For what? Being nice and supportive? Are you serious? I was only teasing you to make you a bit mad. Because I am mad about you! I remember you during the podium celebration at Monza. It was one of the toughest races I’ve had this season and even though Carlos wasn’t on the podium, you were there for me. To cheer and be happy.”

My cheeks blushed in milliseconds. How does he remember me being on the podium celebration? I wanted to congratulate him, because even after getting pole, he lost the first place, which was heartbreaking. And hold on, did he say he’s mad about me? In like, the good way?

“Y/N?”

“Yes” our eyes had never locked this way before. It felt like he was looking deep into my soul, trying to find a way to say that “it’s okay, we are good now”

“May I kiss you?”

I don’t reply to him but simply connect our lips. I could feel a smile growing against his lips, but he immediately hid it and put more of himself into the kiss. His hand caressed my cheek and held my face firmly. I couldn’t believe that I was actually kissing Charles. The kiss was becoming even more deep and hungry. Sadly, he pulled away to take a breath.

“Oh, I wanted to do this for such a long time” Charles confessed and my jaw immediately falls on the floor.

“I think I like you now, Mr. Vice Champion”

“I think I’ve always liked you”

#formula 1 #ferrari #charles leclerc #charles leclerc one shot #oneshot

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