#the biggest fucking grin on her face whenever they kiss

[cerealbishh]

"We get to, this season, explore their chemistry and their real love and their intimacy. So we get to have a glimpse into that world that just feels so pure and beautiful and romantic! And then, sort of navigating those other circumstances once they're out in the world, dealing with real... challenges." - Isa in an interview with The Knockturnal(x)

#outer range s2 #outer range s2 spoilers #maria olivares #rhett abbott #isabel arraiza #lewis pullman #rhett x maria #i know the last gif is blurry but trust me she was holding his arm and i just thought that was adorable #i might add a lew quote if he ever gets asked about outer range s2 in an interview smh(i'm begging someone to ask him more about it!)... #she is always going to pull him in for a kiss like how she pulled him in for a small peck in s1 #the biggest fucking grin on her face whenever they kiss #i feel like i could hear an ''i love you'' sometimes with how they just look at each other? crazy #her smile and him smiling back at her before the forehead kiss is EVERYTHING to me #also her little smile as he kisses the side of her head like she knows he's doing his best and doesn't really blame him for anything? uGH #there was an article that said that maria and rhett may screw royal over? i say they should go for it! #truly if it gives isa and lew more screen time i'm all for it! #i say all this but i still want a spin-off of them just on a roadtrip #i am convinced that he kisses her just because he thinks she's being really cute #they're so annoying... y'all haven't even been dating that long and you're acting like this!! smh /j #i kinda had a feeling that was maria in the trailer doing something to rhett in the trailer(iykyk) and my heart still fell into my stomach #i'm not including any dream/nightmare sequences because as far as we know they can't see the future... right? #do i sound stupid and biased? maybe... please don't judge me #she's hungry but her heart aches to stay... will the flesh have its way in s3? will she be ... ''already gone'' a la eurydice in hadestown? #tw: food? #will forever be sad they didn't get a dance :(

[deerlottie]

☢️ — knight in shining armor

summary: lucy has a thing for your knight armor. warnings: 18+ MDNI, suit kink, riding, knight!reader, gn!reader, not proofread

the first time lucy saw you she held her breath until she saw black spots.

she had never seen a Knight in real life before, and when you took off your helmet to introduce yourself, she was star struck — all wide eyed and blushing and stuttering her name when you had asked for it.

she thought you suited the armor perfectly.

you can always feel her staring at you when you're in it, and at first, you thought she was still amazed by being friends with a knight, but the more you hung out with her in the wasteland, the more intense her looks became — her hooded eyelids staring at the center of your suit, her breathy voice whenever you'd touch her with your metal fingers to ask if she was okay, and by the 20th time you caught her staring, you connected the dots.

so, you started to wear it more.

you became obsessed with your effect on lucy, reveling in how shy she got around you, even in your red jumpsuit. and when a couple of raiders stole your fusion core, she quite literally scoured half of the wasteland to find it and bring it back to you with the biggest grin on her face.

"are you almost done fixing it?" lucy pops up behind you, making you jump. she apologizes, chuckling softly while admiring how shiny the metal looks as you wipe it down.

"yep," you nod, finishing the last touches before you stand back, looking over at her. "how does she look?" you ask, a faint smirk on your lips as you notice her dusty pink cheeks.

"uh-really good! dandy even." she gives you a thumbs up.

"great." you toss the rag to the side and open the suit, ears perking as you hear lucy's breath hitch as you get inside. "help me close the back?"

lucy's fingers twitch and she gulps hard before she runs her hands along the metal as if it were your arms. she shakes her head as she gets lost in thought, hurrying to shut it and clearing her throat as she steps back.

"alright," you distorted robot voice says, hands on your hips as you face her. "if we get a move on now, we should reach the observatory by sunset." you start heading into the forest, and it takes you a little while to realize lucy isn't following behind. "luce?"

"lie down."

"excuse me?" you tilt your head, almost laughing at how sudden she spoke. she walks up to you, licking her lips before letting out an exasperated sigh and trying to push you to the ground, groaning when you don't budge.

"i'm gonna go insane if i keep this in any longer." she whines, zipping down her blue jumpsuit until she's just in her bra and panties. you gasp and look away, and she takes advantage of your frozen state to push you, successfully making you fall back onto your ass. "i need to ride you."

lucy gets on top of you, settling down on your middle plate and letting out a satisfied moan as she begins grinding down. she holds onto your shoulders, throwing her head back in pleasure as the ridges hit her clit in just the right way.

after getting over your initial shock, you bring a metal hand up to her chest, experimentally squeezing. she whimpers, leaning into your touch as her tongue lolls out. "o-open your mask, i want to see your face."

yes ma'am.

you open it and she shudders as your sweaty face is revealed. leaning into kiss you, she arches her back as you grip her ass to make her grind down on you even more. her orgasm is already approaching, the feeling of finally fucking you being too much for her body to handle.

"i've dreamed of doing this since we first met." she confess, voice airy and light. you groan, lifting your hips up as if you were pounding into her. she stutters out your name as she cums hard, her body shaking as she collapses on your body. "holy moly."

you smile at her silly expression and kiss her forehead, running your hands in her hair. "now i'm gonna have to clean it again."

#.myworks #lucy maclean x reader #lucy maclean thoughts 💭

[satoruhour]

requesting jealous racer gojo with this scene!! https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN8XvT2Y/ DK as gojo; From afar, Gojo caught his girlfriend chatting with a new racer and the new guy have no idea that the reader is gojo's girl 🥹🥹🥹🥹

a/n: REEEAAALLLLL! find the au masterlist here. loser daisuke makes a return !!!!

warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, assault (against daisuke) — uh dont do this in real life guys !!!!!!, mentions of ejaculation, public teasing & makeout

it was no secret gojo was a naturally possessive man — always glaring at anyone who even took a glimpse of you in your miniskirts or needing to have an arm around your waist whenever you conversed with another racer; whoever you chatted with also knew not to cross too many lines.

what gojo liked the most, though, was always having you run into his arms after every successful win, swooping into your arms and looking at whatever man who’s staring at your ass and then kissing you right on your mouth. the sour scowl on their faces are his favourite part.

so when you’re looking over the condition of your boyfriend’s friends’ cars — geto’s Mazda and nanami’s ’68 Dodge Charger — and checking that their engines could cool down in time for the next race, you’re pleasantly surprised when a man comes up to you without knowing the repercussions he’s about to receive, looking interestedly at the heavy duty metal you’re handling.

“you know you wouldn’t have that heating problem with a V8.” he smugly explains, leaning against the hood of your boyfriend’s car that you have half a mind to ask him to get off — you know how pissed he could get when random people lean on it — but you think you’d see how far this guy would go just for a piece of your ass (plus, your boyfriend loved you too much to put any ounce of blame on you). you’re no stranger to the weirdos around these parts, getting unwarranted slaps on your butt and caresses along your waist that inch too close to your chest, and all they get in return is one sweet, clean punch to their face.

“don’t need to bruise your pretty knuckles for these degenerates, baby.” gojo kisses your temple after knocking a guy unconscious, returning your sick grin right after you dig your heel into their face. “that’s my girl!”

you’re far from the police chief’s daughter after all those years, amusing the man just for a bit with a cute tilt of your head and a pop of your hips. you roll your eyes when you see how he licks his lips, eyes flicking down to your too short skirt.

“all you men care about is who’s got the biggest and better engines,” you click your tongue. even with your half-assed attitude, he takes it as a sign to advance, following you like a lost dog after you monitor nanami’s LS3, which was significantly cooler than geto’s 13B-REW. you take out your flip phone to shoot a text to the race coordinator.

nanamis car gud 2 go 1st. engines cooldown is faster than getos

but all he thinks is that it’s a green light that you wanted his number — he was probably patting himself on the back, didn’t even need any effort to woo you!

all gojo does is look at the ruckus from half a mile away, not listening to a word shoko was saying about her car; not even the cigarette smoke blowed into his face did anything, well, except for make him cough a little. shoko sports a little grin when she follows his line of sight.

“who’s the loser?” gojo asks, pushing off of her car and eyeing how you’d handle the situation. he knew you could hold your own perfectly fine, but with each stupid face the man makes, he’s driven to walk up to help you.

“some douche named wakashita daisuke, heard of him?” shoko replies boredly, tsks when her friend shakes his head, “fucked him for some parts. mediocre dick game.”

gojo scoffs, “not surprised.”

“y’all race with these lame engines, then?” daisuke seemingly had embarrassed himself with reaching out for your phone, seeing as you pocket it right after sending the text, but that doesn’t stop the man one bit. he continues to ramble about the pros of a V8 long after you’ve removed the hood struts from under the two cars. popping the hood to gojo’s car and you successfully shut him up when he sees the RB26DETT engine. albeit, only for five seconds before he starts spouting stupid crap again.

out of the corner of your eyes, you can see a head of white approaching and you hope the corners of your lips don’t give away the fact that he’s about to earn himself a beating. the feel of satoru’s arms around your waist infiltrate your senses first, and then his voice.

“you feelin’ lucky today?” he asks uninterestedly from your shoulder and your hands naturally hold onto his arms. you can feel him fiddling with your belt, and you’re almost 100% he’s pushing his pelvis into yours.

“the girl or the car?” daisuke smirks and you want nothing but to curb-stomp his annoying fucking face. gojo is close to doing it though, but you’re holding him back with a squeeze to his hand; all he replies with is a kiss to your neck, and he thinks this guy must have balls of steel or he’s just insanely dumb because the piercing blue stare satoru gives doesn’t faze him one bit.

“you—”

“baby, leave it.” you whisper, removing his hands from your waist gently and walking over to daisuke with calculated, slow steps. the interaction garners a lot of eyes especially for someone with enough guts to flirt with the gojo satoru’s girl, but you do something unexpected, tracing a finger up his chest and pull at his t-shirt, yanking him right down to your boyfriend’s engine and you nod towards it.

“tell me about it.”

daisuke thinks he’s scored and he leans over the Skyline with both elbows and you follow, sticking your ass out. gojo’s used to this sight and it never gets old, but the smile on his face turns into a glower once the other tries to take a glance as well. you notice it, too.

“engine. i wanna know allll ’bout it . .” you give him a sweet smile and daisuke looks like he could come on the spot — a premature ejaculation for an idiot like him — and he shoots off into a passionate ramble. all of which was wrong, by the way, but you let him have his fun before you’re straightening up and—

plop!

you remove the hood strut and the hood of the Nissan Skyline closes right on his back and there’s a pained scream from under his hood and gojo just laughs out loud. you hear a few other laughs from your spectators, too.

“that’s my baby.” gojo sashays up to you with a smirk, pushing you against the not so flat hood of his car, where it’s moving from daisuke’s flailing body. he’s not too concerned about the damage if he continues to press you onto the uneven parts; he’s got money, no big deal.

like usual, gojo isn’t shy about affection and he goes right for your lips, curling both arms around your waist while one hand gets distracted and squeezes your ass. you’re only able to fit your upper back along the hood as you bend back, moaning exaggeratedly for daisuke to hear.

“hmm . . it’s a little too high, don’t you think, ’toru?” gojo only caresses your hips in response, slotting his thigh between your legs and now it’s going into dangerous territory. you let out a soft whine.

“yep, definitely too high.”

with one swift movement of your heel, you knee daisuke and he falls, both of you jerking down lower on the hood — the edge of the car is probably digging into daisuke’s back by now, but it’s nothing a little money can’t fix.

“sooo much better,” gojo grins, hovering over your body now as his words ignite flames along your lips and the deep kiss leaves you dizzy. he swallows your sounds easily, but he knows when to quell his needs — after satoru’s race is when you’ll be treated for being such a brave girl, not that you need any reason in the first place.

at the end of the day, you’ll forever be satoru’s lucky charm and the only one in his eyes.

#anon #asks #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #jjk drabbles #jjk thirsts #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru gojo x you

[palioom]

bull ride

summary: out at a bar, jack watches you ride a mechanical bull and he can't wait to go home so you can ride the real thing.

pairing: jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader word count: 2.0k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); some swearing; dirty talk; unprotected p in v; public sex (kinda); spanking; jack being lowkey cringe

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This had been supposed to be just a nice little evening out at the bar in town. Just a few drinks, some food and each other's company.

What Jack hadn’t expected to happen was to watch his girl ride a mechanical bull while he had the hardest boner of his life. He hadn’t known that the bar had installed one of these things recently and he also hadn’t known that she was quite good at riding it. 

Though he did know she was quite good at riding other things.

Jack watched her from his place at their table, sipping his whiskey as she was thrown back and forth, almost effortlessly moving with the mechanical beast. A laugh on her face the whole time, he swore she gave him a nasty little look whenever she faced him again, paired with a wink.

A wink that only made his dick throb harder.

Adjusting himself in his jeans, he stared at her bouncing breasts without any shame, a small hiss leaving him as he imagined her riding him like this. Moving back before she slid to the front again, pretending to wave a cowboy hat around with a loud laugh while the people around her cheered her on.

What a goddamn sight that was for his old cowboy heart. Seeing his girl ride a damn metal bull was as close as he’d ever get to see her ride the real thing.

She lasted an impressively long time, almost a minute long before she eventually got thrown off. Giggling and laughing all the while, her hair tousled and her face red when she came back to him. Adjusting her clothes as she walked.

And knowing immediately that he was horny as hell as she sat down opposite of him, the biggest grin on her face.

What a teasing little thing she was.

“I kinda wanna go again.” She said, sipping her own drink. The twinkle in her eye was playul, letting his blood boil hot.

“I know a different bull you can ride at home, sugar.” Jack replied with a wide grin, his dark mustache stretched wide over his white teeth. He shifted in place, his cock uncomfortably straining against the zipper of his jeans. “That one’s gonna be even more fun.”

A grin that matched his spread on her features, emptying the last of her drink while waving someone over to pay.

They had barely made it a quarter of the way home when he had to pull over, grabbing her by the chin to pull her into a hungry kiss, his fingers digging into her skin. Her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans, a low groan escaping him and tumbling right into her mouth.

He reluctantly pulled back, only to motion for her to get out and get into the truck bed of the Bronco. Needing her on his dick right now, riding him like she had that damn bull. The image still flickered in front of his eyes, the way she moved on that thing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Wanted to be a cowgirl too, huh?” Jack asked, when he sat down at the edge of the truck bed, his hands on her waist pulling her closer. Their lips met again, his tongue slipping into her mouth while her arms snaked around the back of his neck, almost knocking his hat off of him.

“Maybe.” She giggled in between kisses, feeling his hands move under the hem of her shirt, his fingertips ghosting over her hot skin. 

Who would have known this would get him so hot and bothered? Just by holding onto that thing like her damn life had depended on it. 

Well, in a way she definitely had known. It was one of the reasons she had suggested this bar over the other ones they frequented.

“Let’s see how long you can last on this bull, pretty cowgirl.”

His hands moved to her jeans, working the button open before pulling down the zipper. Thank fuck it was summer, Jack really couldn’t have waited all the way home if it was any colder than right now.

Her pussy was already wet when he let his hand wander into her pants, rubbing over the slick, wet spot that had formed on her panties. She whimpered against his lips, breaking from him to look down at where his hand vanished, finding her clit through her underwear and pressing against it with one thick finger.

Languid movements, chuckling at how her breath hitched in her throat and her hips bucked into his touch. Rubbing over it again and again, enjoying the sweet sounds that left her, gasping and moaning, her feet shuffling apart.

“Jack, please.” She moaned, her lips finding his again in a sloppy kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks. “Don’t tease me, please, baby.”

His finger pressed down harder before he moved his hand back, biting her lip when she whined in protest. Going from cocky to putty in his hands so quickly.

Such a sweet thing, helping him take off her pants, her own hands palming his hard cock, making him groan.

“You’ve been teasin’ me the whole time you were on that damn thing.” He said, yanking her underwear down her legs while she continued kissing him. “C’mon, darlin’, you know this bull needs that cowgirl to ride him.”

A giggle left her, helping him to quickly work open his pants and move them down far enough over his ass that his cock sprang free. Hard and angry, in some desperate need for attention.

Jack hoisted her up, her legs straddling his narrow hips. He really didn’t care that they were on the side of the road and any passing car could see them do this, they were practically in the middle of nowhere anyways.

Taking his hat off of his head, he placed it on hers with a smirk, his hand finding her hips again and squeezing the warm flesh hard. How pretty she looked like this, watching her take his cock in hand to line herself up with him before she slowly sank down.

A guttural sound left her, enjoying the way he stretched her open more and more with every inch, until she sat in his lap.

“Atta girl, lookin’ so pretty takin’ my dick.” He chuckled, giving her ass a sharp smack which made her gasp. “C’mon, show me up close how you rode that thing.”

As she started to move, bouncing in his lap while bracing herself on his broad chest, he leaned back onto his elbows, enjoying the show. Mesmerized by how his dick vanished inside of her tight pussy over and over again, glistening in the low lights.

It made it hard to not just cum instantly, her perfect tits jiggling with every movement, her head thrown back. All while she kept making those noises, unabashed and loud in the silence of the night.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” She moaned, one of her hands moving to her own breast, kneading it, rolling her nipple between two fingers. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He chuckled, just watching her work.

“You liked ridin’ that bull more than this one, didn’t you, sugar?” The words were meant to egg her on, her hips stuttering momentarily before falling back into a rhythm, faster now. “Probably still thinkin’ ‘bout that huge piece of metal between your legs.”

She whimpered, his words only getting her closer to the edge. Changing the angle just slightly, she finally found more friction against her clit while his cock dragged along all the wonderful parts inside of her pussy. So thick and deep, each bounce better than the last.

Fuck, she wished he was fucking her right now, pounding her into the truck bed, knowing he would make it fast but hard with how worked up he was.

It was a miracle he hadn’t busted inside of her yet.

“No, Jack.”

He chuckled, one of his hands reaching out to smooth over her hip and down to her ass, caressing the spot where it had come down harshly. Only to do so again, loving the noises that left her lips.

“You better not, the only bull you need to ride is right here, sugar.” He said, helping her movements by guiding them once they started to falter.

Completely lost in the feeling of his cock, eyes closed and bouncing on him like her life depended on it.

“Just work it, baby, just like that.” The praise made her feel hot, sweat breaking on her skin as she continued to focus on the feeling of him inside of her. “Gimme a yeehaw, sweet cowgirl, c’mon!”

It was ridiculous, a breathless giggle leaving her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She loved the smirk on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Still, she obliged, taking one hand off his chest to lift his hat off of her head, just like she had pretended to earlier.

“Yeehaw, baby!” She yelled, making him laugh beneath her, wishing he could take a picture of this. Her, against the starry sky in the middle of nowhere, waving his hat around.

Maybe he should do that another time.

“Atta girl, keep ridin’ it, show that bull who’s the boss!”

Another harsh smack on her ass, the area red and stinging but simply adding to the feeling.

Jack could be so ridiculous sometimes, but she enjoyed it, grinding down into him harder.

“This bull’s got some stamina.” She breathed out, nothing but a whiny whisper. “Fuck, I’m close.”

He sat up again, his hands pushing her down into his lap, feeling her grip him tight when his lips found hers.

“Soak it, sugar,” Jack groaned against her lips, teetering right on the edge, “be a good little cowgirl for me and soak my cock with that talented pussy.”

His fingers found her clit, hurling her right over the edge with just the smallest touch, her arms wrapping around his neck once again as her pussy convulsed around him, breathless moans leaving her.

It made her head spin, the intensity of her orgasm and as her hips faltered, he kept guiding her movements, his fingers still working on her clit. Too much at once, biting his lip as he finally fell over as well.

Pressing her down into his lap, his dick spilling deep inside of her with a deep groan. He could never get enough of that feeling of her tight pussy.

His arms encircled her waist, keeping her close as she slowly caught her breath, slumped against him. That was too much of a workout tonight, first her session on the mechanical bull and now her rodeo on this one.

“What a ride.” She chuckled, leaning back to look at him. Taking his hat off of her, she placed it back on his head. “How d’you enjoy this rodeo, cowboy?”

Jack laughed, squeezing her tight.

What a filthy little thing.

“Never enjoyed bein’ ridden more than with this damn fine cowgirl on top of me.” He answered, giving her a little pat on the hip, signalling her to move off of him. If they were home already, she could have stayed sitting on his cock all night long but unfortunately they still had a bit of a drive in front of them.

She understood, moving off of him, still smiling but missing the feeling of him inside of her already.

Jack helped her get dressed again after he had put his own pants back in place, steadying her as she stood on wobbly legs.

“Which one did you enjoy more, darlin’?” He asked once they were finished and back in the car again. “There’s only one right answer here, sugar, so choose carefully.”

She giggled, pretending to think for a moment as he started the Bronco and took off.

“The mechanical one was wild.” She said, seeing him raise an eyebrow, just the corner of his lips curling up. “But nothing’s better than the real deal, don’t worry, Jack.”

He laughed at that, shaking his head.

“Nothin' better than a real bull to ride, that’s true, sugar.” Looking over at her briefly, she could still see the mischief in his eyes, promising nothing good. “But you should get a few more lessons in, cowgirl. There’s a lot to learn.”

She rolled her eyes, one of her hands laying on his thigh.

“And I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to teach me “

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[coff33notforme]

Atsv characters reaction to you calling them baby girl

A/n: Just silly little headcannons because this prompt has been living in my head rent free, also I’m adding Atsv to my writing list so feel to request headcannons. Pairing: Pavtri, Gwen, Hobie, and Miguel and Gn reader (Separately, Platonic or Romantic, just random bullshit I don’t know, headcannons )

Gwen: You’d just returned from an incredibly draining mission, your body ached with each tense step you took

But as soon as you saw Gwen leaned over one counter tops in dining hall you couldn’t help but feel a childish joy bubble up from in your chest

Wrapping your arms around her waist as you embraced her with a smile you whispered 

“How’s my baby girl doing today?”

And she fucking freezes, your what?

You had never called her anything like that before, she can’t help but feel a smile of confusion creep it’s way onto her face

“What, what did you just call me?” 

She asks with a smile 

She’s not mad at all, just confused as to what brought this on, but after you repeat it she shakes her head with a breathy laugh as she turns to hug you

She doesn’t really mind the nickname, I mean it’s not like she’s in love with it, but she finds your strange nature oddly endearing

Whenever you use it In front of others though, lord have mercy, she’ll do that thing where she freezes up and her eyes go wide as she tries to cover up what you were saying to her

Hobie and Pav tease the shit out of her

One time just to test the waters you used the name In front of Miguel, when I tell you she froze, I mean like a deer in headlights as she turned to you with the biggest glare she could offer

Miguel only scowls at the two of you as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh

“Y/n, Gwen, at least try to keep this professional.”

She wouldn’t talk to you for two weeks after that

But once her anger had subsided she found herself getting used it too it

Pavtri:

You were in the kitchen, bent cookie recipe with furrowed brows as your eyes scanned the paragraph of instructions your eyes fell upon one particular ingredient 

Sugar

How could you have forgotten to buy some? With a groan you shifted your body to face Pavtri who had been laid out on the couch watching you work for the past hour of so, he looked over to you confused as to way you seemed so distressed 

“Hey, Baby girl?” 

You called out to him in only the sweetest tone, he couldn’t fight the smile that managed it’s way onto his now brightly grinning face

“Yes? My prissy pissy poo poo bear?”

At his ridiculous nickname, you couldn’t help but to burst out with a loud fit of laughter, as you clutched your stomach you turned back to Pav

“What, did you just call me?”

“What did you call me?” 

He shot back with a lopsided smile 

From then on anytime you used the nickname he only racked his brain for something ten times as ridiculous as what you had called him

You’ve compiled a list of all the weird shit he’s said

Anytime he does this you let out a soft snort and a quiet fit of giggles following this, and this only encourages Pav to keep going, he’s addicted to the sound of your laughter

But honestly he loves the nickname, the idea of him being yours and yours only, makes his heart flutter 

Hobie:

The idea had come to you a long time ago, you had to admit, that you found the idea of calling Hobie baby girl, was at least a little funny to you if not incredibly tempting 

With a shit eating grin crawling up onto your face, you’d found Hobie in his room, tweaking his electric guitar as he sat on his bed

His head shot up at he noticed your frimillar  figure slinking through his door, he offered you a lazy smirk as he placed his guitar to his right as he opened his arms for you

“How ya been doin’ love?”

He drew out, you felt your smile only widened as you returned his embrace 

“Not too well without my baby girl.”

You teased as you placed yourself onto his lap, kissing his cheek with a hum

“Damn Right.”

Just accepts it, baby, he’s whatever you want him to be 

Malewife, babygirl, you name it he’s yours 

He just loves you call him yours, and if you want he’ll call you the same 

Miguel:

It was a dare, it was a dare, fucking Peter B Parker would be the death of you

Miguel was right there, this was all you had to do before you could leave, this was it, it was only for a moment and then you were gone

Miguel sat alone in his office, his head propped up in one arm as his eyes tiredly drifted through the monitor screens, with signature pout plastered to his face 

With a deep breath, you turned and shot Peter one last glare as he smiled to you offering you a encouraging thumbs up as you stepped into

Miguel’s office, Miguel slowly turned his office chair as he looked to you with a bored look on his face

“Do you want something, Y/n.” 

He spat, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but as he saw you wince slightly at his tone he couldn’t help but sigh, as he ran his hand through his messy hair

“What is it?”

He asked slightly softer than before, you drew in a deep breath as you approached him cupping his face with one hand as you kissed his other cheek

“Nothing much, just wanted to see my baby girl.”

You muttered against his skin

Miguel tensed up as soon as those words left your lips

“What the fuck did you just call me.”

At first you froze, you didn’t know if he was going to blow up, but much to your surprise

Miguel pushed you away as he quickly turned away letting out a string of irritated groans and growls as he held his face in his hands

He was so fucking glad you couldn’t see what an effect your words had on him, his face had glown bright red 

There was no way, he actually fucking liked that, this only caused him to growl louder which had you flinching 

“Get out!” 

He barked which had you scampering out of his office as fast as possible, he needed to cool of now, but he was definitely going to make it up to you later

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Requests are open teehee

#astv #spiderverse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman x reader #spider punk #gwen x reader #hobie x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderverse pavitr #across the spiderverse

[cyber333angel]

MARRIED!NANAMI KENTO & MARRIEDSECRETARY! READER

CAUTION ⚠️

This work contains: use of the word daddy, a itty bitty age gap, praise, exhibition, breeding kink

NOTE: (not too long) awaited nanami fic 😱 I didn’t like how I first wrote it so I scrapped it and started over but I really like how it turned out! enjoy 😉

you started working at the JJK firm at the ripe age of 20, hired by none other than nanami kento. your boss was very well known business man and being his secretary you had attended a lot of meetings to take notes, manage his schedule and answer the phone . you watched him walk into his large office every day, staring at him from the top of your laptop, you saw glimpses of how he stretched the grey suit with his muscular upper body. you developed a crush on nanami, thinking only of him at night whenever you touched yourself. remembering how deep his voice sounded, and what he would sound like if he talked you through taking the full length of his cock. quickly remembering where you were, you bit your lip and went back to work. kento knew you had a little crush on him, you being completely obvious with the staring he thought it was cute.

he got exhausted with not actually getting to know you, so he asked you to “schedule a dinner for the two of us for next saturday” , you flustered at the invitation “yes sir.” and told him you were looking forward to it. the date was sensational, the two of you learned so much about each other, what foods you both liked to the worst date you’ve ever had . dating him only went on for about two years , until nanami decided to ask you to marry him! it was a beautiful wedding all paid for by him, of course, it was everything you could dream of and more. after the wedding you never quit you job , in fact you kept working directly under your husband. abusing this new privilege, kento lost all professionalism, he would call you into his office over the smallest things just to make an excuse to see you. “what time do I have to arrive at the meeting tomorrow?” you roll your eyes at him because he knows this meeting was canceled days ago, he chuckles at your reaction “im just poking fun, come sit down.” you look at him and walk over to his chair, straddling his lap.

“you look so beautiful in this outfit, sweetheart.” you smile, “t’aw! thank you ken, but you saw me with it on before we left the house and you complimented me already.” you put both your hands on his cheeks to lean in for a quick kiss. “i know, i just want my pretty wife to know how much i love her pretty face.” still with biggest grin, your husband pulls you closer to him from your waist and indulges in a deeper, more passionate kiss . he presses his tongue into your mouth and you melt into his touch, quiet pants are muffled between the two of you. kento with his mouth still stuck to yours, clears his desk of paperwork and clutter. he manhandles you to sit on top of the desk “b-baby I don’t think I can stay quiet if we do it in your office..” ignoring you, nanami puts his hands up your skirt reaching and grabbing you stockings and panties together and bunching them together at the bottom of your heels. you knew kento didn’t get like this unless something was bothering him. only about 5 times surprisingly he had fucked you in his office, given it was at the end of the day and people had already left. this was a different situation. wanting to cheer him up, you stroke his hair “s’alright if you use me ken.” he lets his head fall into your hand and he sighs, “thank you baby. I had a bit of a rough morning.”

“lay back down for me.” you rest your head on the hard surface immediately after the demand, he lifts both of your legs up connected by the clothing scrunched up at the base of your feet. bending down- “sweetheart, i never get enough of the sight of this sweet pussy..” shying away at the compliment you squirm from him causing his hands to tighten the grip. opening his mouth, a wet glob slips from his tongue and onto your cunt. hitching at the contact, your husband takes his thumb and spreads the wad of spit across your folds. “mmm ken! please hurry up!” you plead, not satisfied with the urgency in which you ask for, sternly, “good girls take what they are given, calm down.” kento takes his two hands and puts them on the sides of your ass, he thrust two fingers into your cunt and starts lapping at your little clit, sucking on the little bud, two fingers pumping away at your hole gradually making you climax. “f-fuck daddy! that felt so good..” finishing on his face he warns you.

“we don’t use those words remember pretty girl?” you nod forgetting in the moment, you watch kento as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his hardened cock. it stood tall, not too thick in girth but made up for it in length. “your gonna need to relax and breath for me alright?” understanding what he means you respond with a quick “mhm!” you take a deep breath in and feel him prodding at your entrance. breathing out kento places his hand on your pelvis, pulling his hips back a bit and then thrusting back fully inside you. you gasp with a heartened cry at the sudden fill of your cunt, you cry. “oh god!”

“good girl” he caresses your face “you take daddy’s dick so good..so fuckin good.” arching your back off the desk “mmph ken..your reaching me so d-deep!”

“oh i know, i knoww sweetheart, it feels good doesn’t it?” you respond with a loud cry, kento reminded of where the two of you are “baby-baby i need to listen t’me okay? you need to keep your voice down. I know you feel good but we aren’t the only people in this building.” embarrassed by the way you were acting you shrivel up “im s-sorry kento! il try to keep quiet!” your husband aspires you for the effort “thats my girl.”

you cover your mouth with one hand, trying to muffle your moans. the other hand on kento’s stomach, your weak attempt to slow him down. “let’s wrap this up hmm sweetie?” you nod quickly, he knows you tighten up and cum faster when you hear his voice so a series of praise leaves his lips to help you cum.

“you make daddy feel so good, yknow that right baby?”

“I know how bad you have wanted a baby, honey, il fill this pussy up and give you what you want, hmm? how does that sound?”

he fucks you hard but talks to you gently until you can’t take it anymore, creaming on his dick, you arch fully off the desk spasmming and gasping. he fills your stomach and you completely feel the load of a warm substance in your body. kento takes his fingers and pushes back any cum that leaked out, back into your destroyed hole. “augh!” you hiccup, not letting you catch your breath he grabs you off the desk he helps you stand, bending down to help you put your panties back on. gliding the fabric up your thighs and carful to leave his semen in place. kissing your stomach, the insides that he has just gotten finished messing up, he worked himself up to your head. “you better keep it warm and safe for me honey. I don’t want a single drop to slip out before we get home.” giving you a loving kiss, leaving you a little ditzy, you pat yourself off and looking for the papers you had originally walked in with. on your way out you hear him clear his throat, “yes and tell the other firm they will be expecting me tomorrow for that meeting.” looking at his computer in a serious voice, you giggle remembering the earlier excuse and close his door, sitting back at your front desk your met with some side eyes and lots of missed calls.

#nanami x reader <3 #jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami x black!reader #nanami kento #long awaited!! #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen smut

[sturnioloshacker]

boyfriend vs brother: the ice cream wars - a chris & nick sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: when two brothers are at war over ice cream, it’s the girlfriend of the youngest brother who steps in to make things right, or does she? 

she may be in a sweet and loving relationship with the youngest sturniolo triplet, but y/n has a unique bond with the oldest triplet. nick and y/n have been best friends since fifth grade after y/n moved to boston from seattle. it was from there that nick introduced her to his two younger brothers matt and chris, who absolutely adored having her as a friend. as the years went by, both y/n and chris fell for each other and after getting nick’s approval, the two started dating and later became boyfriend and girlfriend.

this relationship didn’t stop her friendship with nick, oh no! the amount of inside jokes and secrets shared between the two had everyone around them baffled, including her own boyfriend. the amount of teasing that came with their friendship, oh boy! every car video that featured y/n, chris and nick always managed to start an argument. being best friends, y/n always took nick’s side, leaving chris to have to fend for himself as matt had left the car until it was complete silence. 

this happened once again today. y/n opened the front door of the triplets’ house to hear chris and nick in a screaming match. with a roll of her eyes, she makes her way upstairs to see what the unnecessary fuss is all about. as she got to the top of the stairs, y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that the two brothers were arguing over the best ice cream flavour. as their argument escalated, with each of them raising their voices and gesticulating wildly over whether chocolate chip cookie dough or mint chocolate chip is better, y/n sauntered into the living room space, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“okay, okay, you two, we need to settle this once and for all.” she chuckled

 y/n knew exactly what she was planning and she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her boyfriend. 

“let’s have a taste test! i’ll be the judge!” she said with a sly grin.

“no fair! you’re just gonna pick nick as the winner because you’re besties!” chris whines.

“no I won’t, baby! it’s all about picking the best flavour!”

“liar.” chris grumbles under his breath.

y/n grabbed both tubs of ice cream from the freezer, she puts a couple of scoops of each flavour into two bowls before setting them down on the dining table in front of her. with two spoons for each tub in one hand and a notebook in the other, she took her role very seriously. she sampled both ice creams, making dramatic faces and comparing notes on flavour, texture, and sweetness. meanwhile, chris and nick are elbowing and punching each other over which flavour she’ll pick. taking one more bite of each, she makes a delighted face at the cookie dough flavour while gagging at the mint chocolate chip flavour, causing both brothers to punch and shove each other once again. 

“okay, i have made my decision! the best ice cream flavour is…. chocolate chip cookie dough!”

nick screams with glee as he runs up to his best friend, giving her the biggest hug before yelling at chris.

“i fucking told you! you don’t mess with cookie dough! yes!” nick yells.

“yeah! don’t mess with cookie dough! besides, mint choc chip ice cream is shit!”

“hey! you take that back, princess!” chris shouts, a hint of sadness lacing his voice.

nick takes the winning tub up to his room where he eats it in happiness while y/n walks over to the couch where her boyfriend sulks and pouts like a toddler. pulling him into a hug, y/n reassures him that she still loves him, to which chris forgives her and pulls her into for a gentle kiss on the lips. chris couldn’t help but laugh, realising that no matter the situation, he will always be outnumbered by his girlfriend and his brother. 

and so it went in their relationship. y/n’s friendship with nick remained unbreakable, and whenever an argument broke out, she always seemed to take her boyfriend's brother's side, often teasing chris alongside nick. it added a unique and light-hearted dynamic to their love story, reminding them all that the bonds of friendship and family could coexist and thrive in the most unexpected ways.

#chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagine

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

A Hard Day

Rosa Diaz x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: autism struggles, overstimulation (the autism kind not the sex kind), explicit language, soft Rosa <3 (if I've missed anything please let me know!) Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Rosa leaves work in the middle of the day to help you after you get overstimulated. She starts to realize that she really, really cares about you.

“I gotta go,” Rosa said, standing abruptly mid-text.

“Wow, skipping out on the job, Diaz?” Jake joked, spinning around in his chair. “It’s only 3:00.”

Rosa didn’t answer, pulling on her coat and rummaging in her bag for her keys.

“What, you can’t wait until the end of the work day to make out with your new girlfriend?”Jake waggled his eyebrows.

She glared at him. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” Rosa growled, “but she’s having a hard day.”

Jake puckered his lips, an exaggerated expression of sadness. “Aw,” he cooed in a baby voice. “Y/N needs her little girlfriend to kiss it better?”

Rosa’s arm shot out to grab Jake’s collar, so quickly and forcefully that he yelped. “She’s autistic, jackass. Her bad days aren’t like ours.”

Jake looked uncomfortable as Rosa let him go, shoving him back into his seat so hard he rolled away a bit.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Tell her, uh… good luck with the autism?”

Rosa rolled her eyes and stared at him. “You’re an idiot. Tell anyone about this and I’ll shove my boot so far down your throat the heel comes out your ass.”

He grimaced. “You’re a real poet, Rosa.”

But she was already gone, already on her motorcycle, already racing to your apartment at speeds she might have pulled someone over for.

She was quiet when she got to your apartment, quiet as she let herself in, quiet as she took off her leather jacket and set her bag by the door. Noise was one of your biggest triggers, so Rosa was careful not to add any. She found you in the corner of your bedroom–lights off, curtains closed, oversized hoodie pulled over your head, swinging your body back and forth, back and forth.

You looked adorable. She felt a little bad for finding you so pretty like this. She knew it had been a hard day for you, that this was your brain and body’s way of regulating itself. But, god, did she love your tiny, swinging arms. The way you soaked in so much of the world that she worked so hard to keep out. It was one of her favorite things about you, that you felt everything, experienced everything, so deeply. Rosa had a hard time letting herself experience or feel anything fully. Except you.

She knocked lightly on the door to let you know she was there. You swung a little wider, twisting your neck so you could see that it was her. You waved your hand at her briefly, then continued swinging. Rosa grinned at you. She'd never admit it, but her stomach did little somersaults whenever you saw her and smiled. It was so particular to you, a smile combined with stims. You’d squeeze your eyes together and lift your shoulder to touch your ear, grinning so big your eyes would disappear.

“Hi, Rosa,” you said quietly as she approached you. 

“Hi, baby.” She took your hand and squeezed. If you had looked at her, if you had made eye contact, you would have seen something not many people saw in Rosa’s eyes–softness, care, deep-seated concern. You would have seen a face that was open, that read loud and clear, I would do anything for you. “You feeling any better?”

You shook your head.

“Want me to hold you?”

You nodded, and Rosa gently pulled on your arm, leading you to the bed. She got herself situated, then pulled you onto her lap. You buried your face beneath her neck, pressing into her, seeking out deep pressure, the steady sound of her heartbeat, the smell of her perfume on her neck–citrusy and spicy. She held you hard, her strong arms wrapped around you, her body tensed to give you the most pressure she could.

The first time you’d let her see you overstimulated, she’d tried to play with your hair and hold you gently, and you’d said, “That’s too light. Press hard.” So she’d pulled you into a loose hug. “Harder, Rosa.” So she’d squeezed you, resting her face next to yours. “More, Rosa,” you’d insisted. “I’m not gonna break.” She’d been afraid she was hurting you, but there was no denying the results. When she held you like that–so tightly she worried you’d burst–your breathing slowed, your muscles relaxed, you melted into her like all the stress of the world couldn’t touch you. And she genuinely hoped that when you were in her arms, it couldn’t.

You let out a relieved sigh as Rosa rested her chin on your hooded head, snaking her hand inside to gently scratch her fingers along your scalp and through your hair as she rocked you back and forth.

“I shouldn’t have gone,” you whispered into her chest.

“To the work thing?”

You nodded.

“I did so good until the end.” Your voice cracked, and Rosa pressed her lips to your head. “I hate being like this.”

“Hey, now,” Rosa said, her voice vibrating against you. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.”

“But it’s true,” you insisted. “It makes everything harder. It makes it harder for you, too.”

Rosa sighed. She wanted to look into your eyes, but she knew that’d be hard for you right now, so she settled for pressing her cheek to yours instead.

“Y/N,” she said, her breath warm in your ear. “There is nothing hard about being with you.”

“I don’t believe you."

“I know that being autistic is hard for you sometimes,” Rosa continued. “But it’s really beautiful, too. I love your stims. I think they’re adorable. I think you’re funny without trying to be. You make me laugh. And smile. And ask anyone I know, I never smile. That’s just for you. You just… you see things and experience things in a way that’s just yours. And that’s badass.”

You giggled and sniffed. “You think autism’s badass?”

“I do,” she confirmed, grinning as you emerged from your hoodie, finally meeting her eyes. “I think it’s hot, too.”

You laughed and traced Rosa’s eyebrows with your finger, making your way down the bridge of her nose, then across the place where her face dimpled when she smiled, all the way to the bottom of her lips. She bent toward you and kissed your pointer finger, then took your hands and kissed your nose, smiling as you scrunched and stimmed.

“Grey’s Anatomy?” she asked. “I can make us mac ‘n cheese later, too.”

Your face lit up, and you leaped out of bed, your hoodie swallowing you. “Spongebob shapes?” She nodded. You grabbed Rosa’s hand and pulled her to her feet, kissing her quickly on the mouth.

“Wait, wait, not so fast,” she protested, as you bounced on the balls of your feet, trying to zoom off to the living room. She held the bottom of your face in both her hands and pulled your head toward her, kissing you deeply. She smiled into the kiss as you shook your hands next to your face.

“I love you,” you chirped, as you pulled away, thinking nothing of it and bounding into the living room. But Rosa’s breath caught in her throat. You all hadn’t said I love you yet. You hadn’t had the moment. But maybe there didn’t need to be a moment. Rosa’s heart surged as she watched you get the TV set up, covering yourself in a blanket so that only your head popped up.

“Come on, Rosa!” you called. “I want to snuggle!”

Rosa joined you on the couch, laying down so that her head was on your chest, her body pressing into yours, knowing that you’d find the pressure comforting. She’d never admit it–not to anyone but you–but she found it comforting, too, like this. She liked to be held. She would murder anyone who ever found out, but she loved your hands through her hair, loved being able to hear your heartbeat, loved the way your arms around her seemed to grow heavier when you fell asleep.

“I love you, too,” she mumbled into you, surprised by how easy it was to say.

“What?” you said, tilting your head toward her, your eyes still trained on the TV.

She smiled. “I said I love you, you nerd.”

“Oh. Yeah,” you confirmed, as if it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world to love Rosa. And, for you, it was. “Yeah, me too.”

#rosa diaz #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz x fem!reader #rosa diaz x autistic!reader #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #rosa diaz fanfic #rosa diaz fluff #hurt/comfort #autism #neurodivergent

[aandersonsbackpack]

grocery clerk! abby anderson headcannons

i was totally not thinking about abby during my shift at work...

warnings: some fluff some nsfw, awkward abby, needy abby

⁃ she would definitely work as a grocery clerk over the summer,, stocking shelves and carrying heavy boxes

⁃ it's her first job but her strength makes her a perfect fit

⁃ whenever she could she would hang around the front end and pretend to work just so she could catch glimpses of you at your post at the cash register

⁃ whenever she goes on break and you're working, she always checks her stuff out at your lane no matter how long the line is. she could get rung up by any other person much faster but always chooses you just so she can make conversation with you

⁃ whenever she would catch you staring at her muscles working as she lifted something she would pretend not to notice but she would have the biggest grin on her face

⁃ one day hers and your breaks line up and she attempts to talk to you but she's so awkward she blushes and gets so embarrassed that she has to excuse herself

⁃ once she gets comfortable around you though she'll always say hi and ask how your day was

⁃ one day at work she asks you when you get off and she waits for hours after her shift ends just to talk to you for a second. she asks for your number and silently fist pumps after she thinks you aren't looking

⁃ she texts you later that night and asks if you wanna hang out sometime... outside of working hours

⁃ you agree and she just can't wait to see you that she picks you up later that night just to get ice cream

⁃ she ends up kissing you goodnight in her car

⁃ the next day at work she loiters around the front end and whenever you meet her eyes she smirks and winks at you

⁃ once you get off work she drives you home and is so eager to kiss you that she bumps her nose against you too hard

⁃ she'd spend her whole lunch break sexting you when you get needy at home but she's at work

⁃ after her shift she'd come over immediately and fuck you stupid

⁃ you'd send her nudes when you know she's at work and she's so desperate for you that she gets off to them in her car during her lunch break

in general she'd just be the sweetest to you and always ask how you're doing at work :((

#abby anderson #abby anderson headcannons #groceryclerk!abby #thelastofus #abby anderson smut

[nymrs]

Would you please write an imagine about Neymar and the reader celebrating a big win. (Fluff) I totally understand if you are unable to do this. 🫶

#5. CELEBRATIONS | Neymar Jr.

Your heart was racing, you were so anxious you could swear there were pearls of sweat running down your forehead. The whole stadium watched your fiancé. It was the Champions League final and if PSG scored their penalty now, they would win. You prayed to God, knowing Neymar would fully blame himself if they’d lose. He got into his position and jogged towards the ball after hesitating for a moment. The moment he kicked, you squinted your eyes together, unable to watch because of the nervousness and adrenaline running through your blood. A moment of pure silence, then being interrupted by cheering and clapping all around you. You opened your eyes to see the PSG team hugging Neymar, holding him up until the whole group finally fell to the ground. And this was the moment you knew, he made it, my fiancé fucking made it. The adrenaline turned into happiness and joy that was showing by your eyes tearing up. Rafaella, who attended her brothers important match, pulled you into her arms, tears streaming down both your cheeks. Pulling away, she softly stroke your arm, "Go down there, he’s probably waiting for you already." You glanced over to Neymar. He was watching you while his mates couldn’t seem to stop expressing their overflow of positive emotions by hugging him and jumping around. You ran down the stairs, the security men already opening the barriers for you and the other relatives of the new champions. The field was crowded with the teams' families and friends, while Neymar simply stood there with the biggest smile on his face, stretching out his arms for you. "You made it babe, you really made it! I’m so proud of you, I love you so much", you exclaimed the moment you crashed into his arms. He hugged you tight, holding you up a little bit before placing a kiss onto your lips. Once you pulled away from each other you saw the tears in the corner of his eyes. You continued praising him before he cut you off, "I wouldn’t be able to do this without you Y/N." You looked at him in confusion, the grin on your face did not disappear while you shook your head. "But Ney, I didn’t do anything. This is you. You made it, just like I knew you would." His thumb softly stroke your cheek. "But who supported me through it all? Who had to keep up with my moods; motivate me whenever I was about to give up – who kicked my ass the times I’ve been too lazy to train, and who made me play in ease, letting me know that no matter the outcome, I'm being loved and appreciated? It’s you, and if it wasn’t for you, your support and your love, I would’ve lost all motivation long ago", he paused for a second, "We won the Champions League, but I won in life, with you." You wrapped you arms around his neck and pulled him closer as you didn’t stop telling him how much you loved him. Before you could even pull away from each others lips, you saw Sergio running towards the two of you, with an open champagne bottle pointing at you. "Sergio, no!", you squeak, but he only laughed at your scared facial expression and got you soaked in champagne. Neymar was amused by your angry glare. "Champions! We are the champions", Sergio started singing and wrapped an arm around your fiancés neck, both of them jumped while Neymar grabbed the bottle and took a big sip. You didn’t like the idea of going home smelling like nothing but alcohol, but your worries and madness instantly disappeared the moment you saw Neymar celebrating their victory and finally being highly appreciated not only by the team, but even the fans that used to shit talk about him. It was literally Neymars day, and you were endlessly grateful for being able to celebrate with him and possibly even contributing to his motivation.

#neymar jr #neymar #neymar junior #football imagine #neymar imagine #neymar imagines #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr x you #neymar x reader #neymar x y/n #neymar fanfic #neymar drabble #neymar smut #neymar stories #neymar one shot #neymajr #neymar jr smut #neymar psg #neymar angst #neymar da silva santos junior #neymar fluff #neymar headcanon #neymar x you #neymar blurb #neymar brazil #neymar masterlist #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr one shot #neymar jr masterlist #football

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

bella! a “lil” thought for ya! that, as usual, turned out a lot a lot a lot a lot longer than first intended!

steve’s girl not knowing how to handle any intimacy— she’s so inexperienced, too in her head to accept people might actually want her and have feelings for her, like she still can’t believe steve chose her.

his angel looks so… confused? whenever he tells her he can’t get enough of her. one day steve would say she’s the cutest girl he’s ever seen and she’d tilt her head with a confused furrow in her brows. another he’d tell her he’d kiss her forever if he could and she’d look so surprised, eyes wide and unblinking. there was a time steve told his sweet angel girl that he wanted to marry her one day and she was genuinely so shocked she couldn’t speak for the rest of steve’s work break they were spending together.

it’s stronger than her sometimes, her reactions. she tries to hide how insecure she is in people’s perceived image of her, but steve completely disarms her most of the time, so much so that she can’t hide her true feelings and thoughts. does it break his heart? yes. devastatingly, painfully so. but does it reaffirm to him how much he wants to drown her in the knowledge that everything he does is with the intent of loving her and providing for her and taking care of her and living the rest of his life spoiling her? fuck yes.

so whenever anything more happens, even just a simple kiss, she gets so flustered. they’re taking things slow because she’s new to all of this, and even though they were friends first and have that comfortable, deep connection, that unbreakable friendship, she still gets so nervous whenever steve flirts with her, of showers her in affection, or calls her sweet pet names. steve does remind her all the time that there’s no rush, though. they have time, the rest of their lives.

they slowly go from steve guiding her on how to kiss properly and not just a soft peck after she asks him to teach her, to more skin on skin contact, to making out, maybe steve playing with her tits when they make out on his couch. it’s always steve who initiates any touch, however. his angel once confided in him about her difficulty in initiating intimacy— touching his cheeks or holding his hand or hugging him or kissing him first or anything else. she wants to, so badly and all the time, and she tells him as much, but she’s still not ready to initiate it. and steve understands it, accepts it, and only asks that she tell him if anything he does makes her uncomfortable or if she wants to stop or that she isn’t ready or even that she just doesn’t feel like doing something.

now here’s the thing! steve’s angel is so shy and unsure and introverted— now, don’t get me wrong, she’s not unsure of her feelings for steve. not at all. she’s so entirely devoted to him and so in love and always looks at him like he’s her dream come true, loves spoiling him and giving him handmade lil gifts and baking sweets to take to him during work. she loves him so much. so much. and steve loves how she blushes and stutters a little bit and kinda tries to hide her face by pressing her cheek to her shoulder when she gives him gifts, how she plays with her fingers and giggles nervously, how she cannot stop the biggest grin from taking over her face when steve goes all mushy and romantic and thankful at the smallest of gifts she gives him.

and that’s how steve’s baby is. she’s shy and awkward and a bit child-like when she’s talking about her interests and her ‘nerdy stuff’ as steve calls it, how she isn’t afraid of being perceived as weird, how she doesn’t care if she’s a bit too excited about a puppy or a stray kitten or one of her flowers blooming or the rain she loves to stand under and chocolate. but she’s never had someone like steve in her life… someone that treats her like a priority, someone who is in love with her, someone who spoils her and takes care of her and enjoys her company and is her best friend in the world. her favorite person in the world. someone devoted and loyal and affectionate and just a bit too obsessed with her, someone who adores her like she adores them.

she needs lots of verbal reassurance, which steve isn’t at all put off by. he’s more than happy to shower her in all the love he has to give. steve’s main priority is treating his baby like royalty, his princess, make her feel happy and comfortable and loved and safe, boost her confidence because she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, the cutest and most adorable angel, and steve just loves loving her, loves telling her all the things he adores about her and how proud of her he is and how incredible she is. if only to see her get all adorably flustered and giggly.

when steve tells her he never wants to stop kissing her? her reaction is a breathless “really?” with stars in her eyes and just the tiniest bit or uncertainty. when steve whines and begs for cuddles? he notices his angel’s face twist in surprise. when steve asks if he can go down on her? he has to reassure her just how much he wants to absolutely devour her. but only if she’s ready. when steve’s mouth first comes into contact with her soft pussy? she flinches back in surprise at how fucking good it feels, a very loud gasp escaping her. when steve tells her how perfect she was after their first time? how he’s never felt this good, never came this hard? she’s whimpering and blushing and hiding her face in his neck.

steve’s angel isn’t used to being loved but steve has the rest of his life to acclimate her to it.

i have no words.

hes so comforting and sweet with her. always taking things at their own pace, knowing they have all the time in the world. and he just worships her in a way that she never thought anyone could ever like her that much. but he makes her see it... definitely.

#im astonished #your writing never fails to amaze me harmonia #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #st smut #steve x you #stranger things

[imrllytootiredforthis]

for the title thing, "corrupt" ??

Idk this just popped into my head

-⛓️

okay wait, i gotta lotta thoughts for that one, and all of them include corrupting pretty boys

we're gonna go w kai for this one bc of @d7dream and all of her horny kai asks lately🙄 (love you for it)

anyway,

sweet innocent kai...that adorable little social butterfly at your school who just seems to know and not only know, but to be friends with everyone and their moms.

that sweet thing that was a shy little virgin, never touched and blushy at the smallest of things.

that cute boy that had a very, very secret crush on you that only everyone knew-including you yourself

the poor thing wasn't very good at keeping a secret. not with his lovesick grin and honeyed words, hearts glowing in his eyes whenever you so much as glanced in his direction, face turning scarlet with heat when you talked to him

yeah....subtly was not his specialty

he was however, very good at being an oblivious little tease,

looking up at you with big doe eye that screamed 'fuck me' without him even knowing that they did as his pretty teeth sunk down to gnaw on his plush pink lips

the way he wore cute little skirts and modelled them for you, swishing the fabric while giggling and asking what you thought

and so you really thought that he knew what he was doing. really thought he was purposely trying to build up all that tension, really thought he knew what he was insinuating when he said 'make me' in reply to you telling him to do something

really thought until you sat in a quiet tucked away corner of the library and he began sneaking quick looks at you from over the top of his book, giggling when you winked it him.

until you thought 'why not? fuck it.' and leaned over, easily pushing the book to the side and meeting his lips in a rough kiss that had him letting out a surprised squeaking noise

obliging the kiss somewhat awkwardly, stiff as a board until you pulled away and asked it he was okay...

smiling in a way that had him knowing he was in for it as he shyly reminded you that he was a virgin and this was a very public library

and that only made your grin wider much to his pleasure and dismay.

"darling, the things i would do to you." you'd whispered into his ear, voice sultry, hands wandering, spurred on farther by his breathless words

because really, who wouldn't want to corrupt the pretty, social, innocent little thing-especially when he looked up at you with the biggest doe eye that screamed 'fuck me' , only now he did know what they did

[send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it]

#inbox💌 #⛓️anon #hard thoughts #dom reader #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai smut #sub hueningkai #ideas👀

[vynwan-cbq]

Miguel Headcanons of Mine

MDNI!!

Check out my series Bewitched :).

Pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader (read warnings for specifics)

A/N: I'm the nastiest person alive I'm sorry.

Warnings: like i have so many warnings oh my god. the sfw is sweet but has mentions of loss, like one sentence that's horny bc i couldn't help it, and clingy Miggy. the nsfw is so filthy it makes the room steam up idk how else to give a warning, eating out, masturbation, breeding kink, slight size kink bc the man is fucking 6'9", squirting, spanish speaking and non-spanish speaking reader (sections for both bc the spanish speaking community is left out in miguel ffs), amab and afab (sections bc the amab community is left out in miguel ffs), and aftercare.

~~

SFW:

was not that open to you in the beginning, bc he was scared you would soften him (you did)

definitely looks after you when you’re sick, giving you a smile when you need it

absolutely big spoon bc he’s a big bear but when he is little spoon he started purring (spiders purr)

also cried the first time he was little spoon

stuffs his face in your chest and holds you super close to him

kisses your neck at every opportunity he can find

kisses your hand when greeting you no matter what (yes, even after during arguments)

melts when you play with his hair

bonus points if he has his face stuffed in your chest and you do that (he moans into you and gives it soft, wet kisses and is blushing)

speaking of blushing, man can’t not blush every time you greet him with the nickname “guapito”

hates it when you call him that when you’re leaving because he wants to kiss you all over again

cuddles you by having his head between your thighs sometimes (he’s obsessed with thighs)

because he can smell your arousal

sorry i know i said this was sfw but i can’t help it

cries into the crook of your neck and his sobs are heartbreakingly adorable

finds so much peace and safety in your arms when you say “my sweet Miggy” and “i’m right here, you’re home”

he cries even more because he thinks gabriella and you would have been great friends, she would have loved you as a mother

“miss her so much” he whines into your shoulder, sniffing

loves it when you cup his face, especially when he’s crying

makes him feel like he’s everything and makes him feel so special

when you do this and tell him “I love you” and “it’ll be ok”, he’s letting out sweet whines and cuddles into you and accidentally saying out loud, “I’m so lucky”

makes mexican food for you all the time

pretends to not like it when you call him sexy bc his ass looks good in the apron (he likes it a lot)

NSFW

knows you get horny at subtle touches because you’re sensitive and uses it to his advantage

can smell you getting horny, goes crazy whenever you’re around and horny, tries to kiss you to relieve himself, but he can’t and ends up drilling himself into you

nips at the delicate skin of your neck, liking your little squeaks when he does

for my darlings with pussies

kisses you and then whispers “sit on my face, ma” when he comes home from work

makes out with your cunt, can’t get enough of it even if you’ve cum too many times, jerks off while eating you out

rarely uses his fingers because he loves the idea of you cumming from his mouth only

biggest breeding kink oh my god he coos in your ear, “look at your precious pussy, it’s sucking the cum out of me” and “desperate little cunt wants to be so full of my cum, huh?” and “lemme fill you up, baby”

for my sweethearts with dicks (THAT SOUNDS SO FUNNY)

fingers you while blowing you with the cheekiest grin because you thrust into his mouth with the sweetest whimpers

you get shy when you ride his face but he does it for his own pleasure and jerks off while doing so

you loosened up a little after a few months of you guys having sex (he’s still too big, but that won’t change) and praises you by saying you’re able to take him so well like a “good little slut”

loves training your mouth, praises you because he can feel you take a little more of him each time you blow him

he’s such a slut for throat bulges and thrusts faster after he sees it

if you don’t speak spanish:

he has a no english day twice a week because he’s teaching you and loves it when you still do your best to speak spanish because you say “mierda” and “miguel, es tan bueno! (it’s so good)” with the cutest whines

if you speak spanish:

fucks you dumb and when you start cursing and whining in spanish he starts whispering things like “lo estás haciendo tan bien (you’re doing so well)” and “cosita preciosa (pretty little thing)” because you start blushing

praises and degrades you in spanish regardless of whether you speak it or not

mocks you by saying “look at you, baby” and “so pretty when you let me fuck you so well” and “you like that, baby?” and “oh, i know you like it” and “this spot? hm? this is the spot you want, baby? beg.”

growls 100% and isn’t going to hide his moans when you love them so much

also ends up whimpering when he fucks you so much that even he’s overstimulated

admires you lovingly despite your fucked out, lustful state

loves loves loves your moans, listens to them in recordings when he can’t have you

likes it when he’s stimulated you to the point where you start squealing and muttering curses from your pretty, glossy lips because he was kissing and biting them so much

for my darlings with pussies:

makes sure you squirt, 100% calls you “that’s my perfect girl” and “look at you, tan linda, muñecita” when you do, and if it’s your first time squirting it’s “i’m so proud” and “i gave you your first squirt, baby, all mine”

jaw dropped at how well your walls clamp onto him when you cum

loves watching that ring of cream around the base of his dick after you cum

for my sweethearts with dicks (I’m crying it sounds so funny):

if your cum gets on the sheets because you’re in doggy, he degrades you by saying “so messy, baby”

if you’re in missionary, he fucking loves it when your cum shoots onto your face

on the occasion it doesn’t, he loves watching your cum make a puddle on your tummy

is literally the nastiest man and says “you gave me a treat? so sweet of you, bunny” and licks it up afterward

100% cums because you came

keeps lazily thrusting into you after both of you have come down from your highs, shuddering when he has to stop

gives the best aftercare because he’s genuinely worried that he went too rough (you keep assuring him you love it though)

draws you a bath or helps you shower and kisses your cheek every like 5 seconds

adores your afterglow because you look just so damn beautiful

holds you so tight and dearly and tells you “te amo mucho” before you drift off to sleep

~~

ONE CHANCE. PLEASE.

#across the spider verse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spider man: across the spider verse #spider verse

[ittoslefttoenail]

How the Tables Turn

( sorry abt the lack of "read more" i'm on mobile, it's my first smut so hope u like it :D )

sub masochistic brat Kaveh, overstim, degradation with some praise, spanking, dacryphilia, femdom she/her reader, sharing apartments with both him and alhaitham ♡ strap can be read as cock

It's no surprise Kaveh is a biiig brat, always trying to outpower his mistress, as his deepest desire is to be thrown around like a ragdoll, and that's the easiest way to get it.

He, however, wasn't expecting it to be this rough today.

He's been pissing you off ALL DAY. teasing you during work, messing up on purpose whenever u asked him to do something, trying to get the control in general. You really had to teach him a lesson.

"Let's go home now, I think we are done for today" speaking innocently, you pull out your keys.

"As u wish, my lady" he says with that wicked, stupid grin.

Once the door locks behind u both, already aware of what was gonna happen, he pretends to be surprised as u pin him against the wall and start the scolding.

"What the FUCK did u think u were doing?! this was a important meeting, not a appropriate moment at all for u to sneak under my desk like a desperate bitch! I could've lost my job if they noticed us"

"I'm sorryyy~"

"You don't mean it."

The tent under his pants getting bigger by each second, how couldn't he be excited? the woman he fell for, the one he would gladly die for, getting clearly aroused by his actions but still trying to hide it! He thought it was really hot.

Usually you would deny his orgasm, which he was quite used to despite failing to hold it every single time, but this time u just wanted to destroy his smug little face and see him cry.

He kissed u eagerly, taking off his shirt while you guided him to the bedroom. You hold his wrist tightly as he was about to touch the last buttom.

"Let me do this instead."

He looked beautiful from this view, staring at your breasts like a pervert once you bent down to reveal his slightly toned abs, his blonde hair falling on his shoulders like silk.

Suddenly, you pull off his belt to use it as a makeshift handcuff. He struggles against it and u search on ur vanity for some...stuff

"Hey babe, what's going on???" he asked, trying to hide how nervous he is.

"Don't you try and get any answer from me, just take it like the needy brat you are."

"AH-"

In the blink of an eye you pull down his pants and shoves down the fleshlight with no lube at all, in a fast and unexpected pace.

Kaveh growls and whimpers, begging for u to slow down, and the only thing he got from it was a good slap and a red mark on his ass

"You wanted it so bad all day after all, do u think i'll pity you at this point?"

Oh, these words got to him, the both shame and pleasure he gets from being talked down to like that is the biggest turn on, his filthy fantasies clouding his mind.

You align your double sided strap to his entrance, not taking your hands off the fleshlight abusing his cock, not even for a second.

He throws his head back and cries out from this new form of stimulation both of you never tried until tonight.

"What a-about- Alhaitham???!" he manages to babble through his anxious, shallow breath.

"Oh? you're afraid he might catch us? dont worry, I know u would like that."

"Of course I wouldn't. D-don't be stupid!"

"To be caught by your dear friend while getting pegged by your goddess, sounds nice right? you're such a slut, Kaveh. Disgusting, really."

His face is bright red and sweaty, the worst part is that you're not wrong. With your other hand u proceeded to pinch his nipples, he brings his tied arm up to bite down on it to avoid screaming at your flaming touch, as much as he wanted to scream your name, the fear of being caught still got him shaking.

The knot on his stomach got tighter, unleashing his orgasm without warning, thinking he would be punished for cumming without permission he trembles.

"Don't worry, you will get to cum more than u want or deserve to." slapping him once again, it's a quite cute view. His tongue lolling out and his eyes watering as your cock hits the right spot over and over, his cute dick all soaked, you can't help but want to ruin him.

"Please, no more-"

"Aww, cmon baby, u can do one or two more for me yeah? don't you wanna be a good boy for mommy?"

His thoughts start going blank from the sudden sweetness in your voice.

"Nghh..good boy...g-good boy good boy"

His back arches once again, you're in for a good and long night ♡

#kaveh smut #genshin impact #genshin #smut #kaveh #hes such a cute himbo I wanna make him miserable #MEOWWWW #feeling kinda cringe

[passcode58]

꧁༒☬𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼☬༒꧂ Childe, Mild Xinyan

꧁༒☬𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼☬༒꧂

fluff, casual relationship, kisses, heavily suggestive.

Warnings: Smut with Childe x

Fem! reader so Mature audiences only

Summary: After the situation with the Domain in Inazuma You, Childe and Xinyan settle down for the night. It becomes apparent that two of you have pent up feelings.

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Having been in the domain for so long together the three of you, in addition to Shiki Taishou became close. Sharing a room together wasn't even that much of a problem but ultimately you'd decided to rent out a small housing complex for the moment where you and Xinyan now sat together, tipsy as hell and in the midst of an amazing conversation.

"So Xinyan, you know that adventurer from Mondstadt, Childe?"

"Our ginger friend, right?" She asked, leaning in for another swig.

"Yeah, him."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"I have a crush on him. "

Xinyan sputters out her drink, resting it on the table as she stares at you, flabbergasted. The two of you were in the living room of your Inazuman residence and after being stuck in the domain with Tartaglia for so long the eternal flames of lust and desire burned till naught but ashes remain of your heart. The intensity of your sheer adoration kept constantly on your toes. The weakness of your knees whenever he was near, absolutely shameful. You could barely hide your desires, his electric stare alone was near enough to render you helpless. 

God, you wished you had a spine or a backbone for the very least, to stand up for Liyue and what he'd done but the moment his eyes met yours the spark ignited and all thoughts dissipated into nothing.

"So like…you like—like him or?"

"I want to fuck him. He's been on my mind for ages, I can't get him out. He's been burned into my mind, engraved. I could feel his searing skin under me. I can hear his grunts and I just, God." Xinyan smiled as your head fell onto her shoulder, a lovesick grin plastered onto your lips, even though deep down, you were scared that perhaps it would never happen. He would never look at you that way, or even love you but it changed when he entered the room, barely hiding his own tousled form.

"If you wanted me that badly, you could have just said so, angel." The pair of you froze as he entered the room. His tall presence alone commanded your attention and you sat up straight, thinking of an excuse to explain what you just said. Yet all your words fell into the abyss when your eyes trailed downwards, catching a glimpse of the biggest boner you'd ever seen.

"God, I didn't even see him."

You were comfortable enough in the situation to gawk, and Xinyan, your close companion shared that intimacy. "Neither did I." As supportive as ever, she pressed a kiss against your cheek, shoving you forward, right into his arms.

"I think you deserve a good night after all you've done for Inazuma, yeah? " 

Show her a good time Tartaglia, she deserves it."

……

"Please, just take me already." You begged, hands falling onto his hips as you jerked him closer, a smile on your face as you stared into his dazzling eyes, stomach fluttering at the loving gaze he set upon you. "Don't rush now, darling...let's take our time." His words were soft, hot breath on your skin leaving a delightful tingle. You chuckled, bumping your nose against his, brushing them together before you yanked him down to kiss. 

Childe sighed, allowing himself to melt into your hold as he tugged you with force, the two of you battling violently for the upper hand as your tongues clashed with each other. You won't back down, not in this battle. "Such a good girl." He moaned, "Such a good boy." You replied snarkily, sending him a wink as you dragged him toward your room by the buckle of his belt paying no mind to the vase you knocked over in your state of escalated passion.

Your back hit the bed and he hopped on top of you, following after as he slipped your shoes off your feet as you tugged on his shirt, easing the buttons open. Childe worked on his shoes next, and you two made eye contact for a moment where you both grinned, and went back to undressing.

He was about to literally rip your shirt open when you put a firm grip on his hand. "Wait…wait." You implored, "I want it slow."

Lips curving into an irresistible pout, you brought your thumb to your mouth. "Give me a show, please." You begged.

Childe's eyes darkened, he eased off of you with compliance, erupting into a soft chuckle as he combed his hands through his hair, gazing at you through lidded eyes. "Of course, my love." The way he said that made your heart explode, a rush of desire ripping through. The simmering inferno bubbled within your core. You weren't officially dating and more of a casual fling, but his pet names for you...lord. He patted his clothes down and began to unbutton his collar. It was sexy, his hands worked meticulously but, you wanted to be close, you wanted to touch him, you couldn't hold back."Wait, I wanna undress you." Before he could get further you sat up abruptly, kissing him once more before you got back to his clothing. It was hypnotic, the carves of flesh, delicate blush and sculpture of his body. That tantalising triangle in his clothes– it was beautiful. You couldn't, you wanted him so fucking bad, but right now…you wanted every piece of him. "You're such a tease, you know." Your tongue danced along the exposed skin and he cocked his brow.

"Does it bother you?" He inquired, twisting his head back. "Yes, it makes me so horny, I swear to God you harbingers are sluts." He hummed, slipping his hand beneath your dressing gown, slender fingers rubbing against your beautiful clit. His eyes were intense as he sighed, fingers carefully playing with each fold, gently pinching the skin as he admired.  "You're so beautiful." He leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek, and finally you got his shirt open, trailing your arms up and down the expanse of his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his clothes. 

"Baby," you whined,"Let me play with you." You begged, lowering yourself to his chest, where he made accommodation for you, lifting his shirt off as you trailed your mouth across his skin. "They're so pink, and cute...I wanna-" he gasped when your mouth latched onto his nipple, your other hand pinching the next as you moaned. 

"Unbutton me, (Y/n)," he said huskily before she had a chance to pull him down for another kiss. You met his eyes, staring intensely, curiously, longingly, for what felt like hours.

"(Y/n)-"

Without looking away, you lowered your hands to his waistband and unbuttoned the top of his pants. Then she slowly unzipped his fly and tugged his pants down over his ass. His erection was evident, tenting his boxers so hard he could barely be contained. The bulge, a perfect outline of his long, thick, cock. You knew you were fucked. You reached out and grasped it over the material, tracing along the outline, grabbing it, tugging and pulling. 

The ginger shuddered above you, biting his lip as pre-cum stained his briefs from your teasing. "It doesn't have to be awkward," you said softly, grazing your teeth along his erection.. "It's just you and me, we could fuck today, and tomorrow or any day after that…nothing changes because I…I really want this, I want you."

Despite his heavy arousal, his heart soared at the words. 

I love you, (Y/n), got stuck in his throat. He wanted to say it so badly. But you didn't say it yet in this timeline, not before he appeared after the stunt he pulled in Liyue. Something that hurt you deeply, something he could never apologise enough for.

"Yeah—" he gasped as you pulled him out of his beliefs. "It's just you and me."

….

Next morning your body felt sore, but it felt great. You felt like you were newly liberated and relaxed. Your back was turned but a strong pair of secure arms fell over your body, reaching across you, fingers intertwined and legs sprawled across each other under your expensive silk, velvet sheets. The candle was out, leaving the fresh aroma to waft through the room. Combined with the smell of raw sex, it felt like heaven. Additionally your windows remained open, curtains draped over, allowing no light. It was so perfect. You could hear the gentle strumming of an instrument coming faintly from outside. Xinyan loved playing gentle songs in the morning for you yet it was a bit different this time, romantic almost. Could it be that she wanted to set the mood again? Playing out your fantasy of a romantic morning, except with your best friend here after a night of lustful indulgences.

You felt the bed rustle as a gentle breath was let out right into your neck causing you to shiver at the contact. "Good morning." Childe said softly, muffling a yawn, his hand clenched around your's. 

"Morning, 'glia." You returned his greeting softly, and he pressed gentle kisses against your neck, lips feeling like a ghostly touch. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "I feel fine...just really sore and tired, but really good, and you?" 

"I feel amazing." His words made your heart flutter. "Sorry I didn't clean you up, I was too tired to move after, you're not too bothered by it, right?"

"Of course not, " you chuckled at his concern, it was so sweet of him. "I quite enjoyed having you on me...as dirty as that sounds." You wouldn't see his face, but red bloomed at your words. You were something else. He could see the remnants of his cum on your cheek, neck, chest and between your legs yet none was on him…He realised you cleaned him up, but left yourself dirty, on purpose. 

"We should do this more often, I liked it." Turning around to face him, you put an arm around his cheek, leaning in for a kiss on his lips, settling down on his lap as you leaned in more. "So...what would we call this?" He inquired. You shrugged, "Whatever you want it to be, doesn't matter to me...although." you sat up. "Wanna keep it casual? I don't really have any relationships going on but I have a few.. You know." He hummed. "You were my first, so...I guess I'm okay with it. I don't really have sex a lot but I don't mind sleeping with you, though." His words made you feel warm.

"I'm glad I was your first. I've never has sex either, well at least not intercourse but I'm glad you were my first too...that was like my first orgasm too, like you made me feel so incredible…"It was a bit embarrassing to admit but it was the truth. 

"Wait so you, like don't masturbate?" Childs asked.

"Not really, it wasn't really a common practice to self-pleasure back at home, you?"

"Hm, no. I don't masturbate much. The excitement of a battle is enough for me."

"Oh, so you don't even..you know, jerk off?" He shook his head. "Surprised?" He asked, amused.

"Kind of..but I suppose that's because I find you attractive so I automatically assume you would, I would probably jerk off to myself if I  looked like you." He laughed heartily, and shook his head.

"It's silly, I know."

"Not at all. I think I understand, like I'm projecting my urge to fuck you, onto you?"

"Yeah." You think he got it.

"But I guess I might try, but I really feel like I want to when I think of you but it didn't feel right..."

"Oh? I honestly feel kinda flattered, really." You looked up at him, with good honesty and batted your eyelashes. I mean come on, Tartaglia just confessed to being turned on by you, it felt hot. 

"But…If you ever need help you can let me know…" Y, our knee brushed over his softened cock and his breath hitched. "I wouldn't mind playing with your pretty…dick." 

"I wouldn't mind that either, princess. I'm all yours." 

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#genshin impact x reader #childe #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #genshin childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x y/n #ajax smut #xinyan x reader #genshin smut

[whats-the-story-tc]

Serendipity

long post alert (but i promise it's worth it)

there is a person at my old school who's been next to me through thick and thin, always knew how to help me best, that i owe so much to that can't possibly be repaid in a lifetime. well, that list of my debts to her lengthened this morning. you see, i went to see her, but she wasn't around when i expected her to be. in turn, as i turned to walk home, i was faced with someone i could only hope to see. K was there.

walking to school together and chatting in the morning is something we used to do whenever we'd meet outside, so you best believe i jumped to the opportunity. after the greetings, i told him it's been forever [since i've seen him last], and he replies, with the biggest smile: "Thank God," only to follow it up with "You're glad about that, aren't you?" well, mister, the only thing i was glad about was your second question, because that started out as a VERY different conversation –_–"

he barely let me breathe, he immediately asked about me. "How are you really? " and i was just there like oh Lord, he knows i'm a mess. luckily, i had a fair share of good news to tell him and surprise him with, so i felt pretty good about that. i followed up with the same question.

despite telling me first that he's in a rush, he spent long minutes detailing all the shit he doesn't want to do, but has to, about his opinion on current events, even going into what he heard on the radio this morning. he ended his monologue by promptly and very nonchalantly saying "Well, fuck them." and you see, i've heard K curse before, but i still stood there giggling because of how naturally that rolled off his tongue.

the next bit nothing could have prepared me for. just for about half a minute, the grinning, nonchalant mask he put on as we were walking, dropped, and he shared something very personal with me, something i know he wouldn't say to just anyone unprompted. i didn't dare ask for a hug, i didn't want it to come off wrong, but i hope he knows i was very touched and felt incredibly honoured that he wanted to tell me something like this completely of his own volition.

even though, as he said, i found him at the wrong time, he kept repeating that once everything is done with, and he'll have some time, i can come around if i feel like it and we can have a longer chat. i think i'll hold him to his word. i would be stupid not to, seeing he offered it multiple times, practically even asked me to without asking.

but the end was the funniest, most bizarre, sweetest bit.

what he said to me as a goodbye basically translates to "Kisses!" from my native tongue, and it's something you only really say to friends or family, very seldom even to good acquaintances. i don't think i have ever heard this man utter this word before, and i was in a state of shock that after always making an effort to be fairly formal with greetings, he decides to hit me with this in passing, the first chance he gets.

the whole conversation through, i felt spoken to as a person, as a young adult. as me. not once as a student he used to see in shared free periods and even earlier in his classes. i don't think i ever expected to hear him speak to me like that. to have him trust me this much.

it was worth it, gradually showing him all of me, all my happiness and all my pain over the course of the last year. i didn't even dream it would affect him, and yet, now i find him doing just the same to me.

i used to be afraid of him breaking my heart like V did. now i know he never could. and i'm so thankful. for him. for the opportunity. and for finding out that with the right person, things can all work out in the end.

~ S ♡

P.S.: if you've made it all the way down here, thank you. honestly. you're amazing. and if you're already here, drop me a DM or an ask and tell me something nice 🥰

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