#THIS JS LITERALLY PERFECT

[salvatoreren]

also people who think that war of paradis arc is better than return to shiganshina...get well soon

[deprivedofbraincellsandsleep]

I wonder how human flesh tastes like

[nicomoon69]

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY BUNNY BERNARDETTE WIP OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[jess-quillkiller]

the people pleasing need to offer services to people vs the people pleasing fear that people won't like the way you helped them.

[nofingjustaninchident]

just hear me out…

Jason Grace in. a. mullet.

[elis-corner]

I hate my family sometimes

[madspeed]

my state of mind rn

[light-wrath-paradise]

Playing DAI and truly in love with how you can just say anything. Truly in hatred with how you have no idea what the fuck you're going to say tho.

[gojuo]

[watercolor0cean]

(With eyes red from crying over a random oil painting that appeared on my tumblr feed) I'm ok

[mishappeningss]

driver!reader viral moments 😼

oh for sureee, she’s got countless of viral moments it seems neverending. fans still live for it tho!!!

more about driver!yn

the podium slip

Rain soaked podium. Champagne everywhere. YN took one step in her race boots and slipped, did a perfect spin, and took George down with her.

He fell. Oscar slipped on them. Yuki watched it all happen with a horrified face from below the podium. They all ended up on the floor. She raised a thumbs up from the ground and said:

“I stuck the landing.”

“WHY DID SHE TAKE GEORGE DOWN WITH HER”

the team radio breakdown

She was in P2. Two laps to go. The podium was hers. And then—snap. A mechanical failure. Complete power loss, everything stopped.

She rolled to a stop in sector three, heart thundering, fists clenched so tight it shook. The radio crackled. And then—anger.

“I swear, I will actually FIGHT this car. Someone hold me back.”

Luca’s silence was deafening.

Later, she laughed about it. Said she’d cool off. But fans? They turned it into a war cry.

“luca’s js used to everything she’s doing”

post race cravings

Post-race interview. She looked dead behind her eyes. Grease smudged her jaw. Her ponytail was falling apart. The race had been hell. No points, no pace. And the reporter asked what her plans were.

She sighed, blinked slowly, and went: “…nuggets. McDonald’s. I’d sell my souls for a 20 piece right now.”

And the best part? McDonald’s replied. By the next race, she had a personalized nugget box. With her number on it.

“she ate the nuggets during fp1. realest driver out there”

the lewis interview

Post race, she walked into frame next to Lewis. Exhausted, but radiating chaos. He leaned on her shoulder. She leaned back.

“We’re tired,” he said to the mic.

“We’re delusional,” she added. They both bursted into laughter.

They started high-fiving out of nowhere mid-interview. Talking over each other. Giggling at nothing.

The interviewer gave up halfway through.

“these two have NO media training and we LOVE that”

grid kid softness

He looked scared. Eight years old, holding the umbrella next to her on the grid, hands shaking.

She knelt down.

“Hey,” she said gently, handing him her cap. “You look cool. Wanna wear this?” He nodded shyly.

She fist-bumped him. “You’re braver than half the grid.”

He beamed back at her. And she stood for the anthem, capless, with one hand protectively behind his back.

“he said she makes him feel ‘safe.’ i’m actually sobbing’

the seb moment

During a race weekend, Sebastian Vettel made a surprise paddock appearance. YN spotted him from across the media pen and literally gasped. Covered her mouth. Full body turn. Then ran.

They hugged, she squealed. He called her "the fiercest thing on four wheels." She teared up.

Photos of her beaming at Seb like he was her dad? Broke the internet. They love them both.

“she looked like a kid meeting her hero”

the public nap situation

It was between sessions. Hot day. Busiest paddock of the season.

Someone walked by a tire stack and found YN asleep behind it. Fully out. Arm as a pillow. Hoodie pulled over her eyes, how did she get there?

She woke up to the sound of a mechanic accidentally dropping a wrench and sat up like a soldier in a war movie.

“Am I late for quali?” she asked. It was 11 am.

She then fell back to sleep instantly.

“no bcs WHY ARE THEY JS LETTING HER SLEEP THERE”

[likeafeverrr]

CLEAN UP ON AISLE, MY PANTS!

WC ~600

lee heeseung x fem!reader

Warnings: lowk perv hee... js a lot pf smut, implied pnv (WRAP IT UP!), lowk dry humping, pet names (i think), i most likely forgot some stuff...

a/n: i kinda hate this, i js rlly miss heeseung... ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ I PROBABLY MADE SO MANY TYPOS

gooner roommate!heeseung who seems to be a loser but is actually the biggest freak known to man

gooner roommate!heeseung who sits in his room all day. you assume he’s playing some stupid game but he’s most likely getting himself off to one of your instagram posts of you in a itzy bitzy bikini

gooner roommate!heeseung who has folders upon folders of porn. either it’s girld that remind him of you, or its stuff he’d like to do with (to) you. 

gooner roommate!heeseung who has a countless amount of your panties stuffed in a little box under his bed. he sprayed them all with your favourite perfume so they smell like you.

gooner roommate!heeseung who yes, is a freak that absolutely needs to be inside you, is also respectful as hell and will only do things with you (if he ever works up the courage to ask) if you give him the clearest of the clear okay

gooner roommate!heeseung who came home from one of his night classes to you crying in the living room of your shared apartment.

gooner roommate!heeseung who makes you a bowl of ramen and sits you down in his bed as you tell him about your stupid boyfriend and how he’s been cheating on you for months

gooner roommate!heeseung who wipes your tears as he tells you how perfect you are and that your (now ex) boyfriend was always an asshole and never deserved you

gooner roommate!heeseung who got off that night to the image of you crying in his bed as he comforted you. he can’t help but imagine what you would look like crying beneath him

gooner roommate!heeseung who did his best to distract you from your messy breakup. from teaching you how to play call of duty, to telling you about this new anime he’s been watching.

gooner roommate!heeseung who’s let you fall asleep in his arms almost every night, waking up with a hard on that becomes increasingly painful every day.

gooner roommate!heeseung who lets you sit in his room as he’s on call with his friends while playing video games. he checks over his shoulder every 5 minutes to make sure you’re okay.

gooner roommate!heeseung who goes afk for 20 minutes as you tuck yourself into his bed, trying your best to get him to leave the game and come lay beside you

gooner roommate!heeseung who somehow convinces you to sit on his lap as he’s plays his game, your lets straddling him as you rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck as one hand scratches the back of his head.

gooner roommate!heeseung who’s absolutely unashamed of how hard hes become just by having you close to him

gooner roommate!heeseung who grips your hip with one hand, massaging small circles into one of the dips.

gooner roommate!heeseung that immediately stops whatever game he’s playing when he hears your small, pathetic whimper, calling his name in your sleepy and horny state.

gooner roommate!heeseung who’s let doesn’t waste a second taking off his headphones and crashing his lips onto yours, his hands immediately travelling under your shirt to grip your breasts.

gooner roommate!heeseung who’s watched so many videos of this exact scenario, imagining it was you on his lap, calling his name, making you fall apart.

gooner roommate!heeseung who disregards all your clothes and wastes no time slipping his surprisingly hung cock into your drenched pussy.

gooner roommate!heeseung who fucks you so hard and tells you about how many times he’s thought about this, how many times he’s gotten off to your voice, how many times he’s almost bent you over nearly every possible surface and just taken you right then and there

gooner roommate!heeseung who literally fucks you for hours. you’re crying, shaking, overstimulated out of your mind. you can’t form any coherent thoughts. you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve came, how many times he’s came inside you. you’re absolutely wrecked. and he has absolutely zero plans on stopping.

“y- you’re so good baby~ so good… ngh f- oh fuck i love this pussy s’much… love you s’much baby…” 

[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．．❛ #02. XXX!

𐙚 topic。．hcs of random things that turn on hsr men

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。suggestive content, i wrote this with no brain, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。aven, sunday, and blade. I wanna write for my bootyhill but i need to study him more to get a grip of him lol

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ rebuking his argument in a fight

。i js know he would go crazy when you do this 。he’d find people who just agree with him as boring. To him it may look even insincere 。but you? countering his smartly crafted arguments with irresistible logic with your pretty brain, glaring at him as you do with those adorable eyes? 。this man would go from being mad to being horny. tbh he would have probably already been horny in the argument 。nobody can be more masochistic than he is

“ARE YOU STUPID?” You glare at your boyfriend who looks nonchalant as he idly examines the coin between his fingers. “Fucking look at me. Do you know what happens when you join forces with them? You’re just risking the IPC and it will eventually lead to your unfortunate befall.”

You continue barreling on furiously with concrete points. Every time you prove him wrong, his eyes dance and he tries his hardest to bite back the grin that plays at his lips as you rant on. You are so perfect, he thinks- he is nonetheless impressed at you, your wondrous little brain. Something snaps inside of him when he sees you focused on derailing his points, your lips moving quickly to spit out syllables. He feels a loud moan caught in his throat.

“I get it, I’m sorry, princess, I won’t do it.” he suddenly surrenders and you eye him suspiciously as he advances, hands sneaking up to your back. “Let’s talk this out in bed, ‘m gonna apologize to you there.” He says softly, giving you lovely kisses along your neck but the way his fingers dig into your skin lets you know he’s not going to wait any longer.

And you will be confused as hell, because although you did win the argument, you feel like you just lost something else, a hidden little game he never taught you the rules to.

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ whipped cream on your lips

。hear me out… i have a gut feeling he likes it a little too much 。ik it’s totally random but he will go nuts when he sees you bite down a particularly creamy cake that promptly smears its remains over your mouth- he tries to think of something more dignified, but he just can’t. His poor brain keeps returning to the most vulgar visuals of you. 。he will always point out whatever you had near your mouth when you two eat, because he’s such a clean freak, but anything with cream, specifically white whipped cream, he will be unable to comment on it and fall weirdly silent to he point you are confused why you not hear his scolding to wipe your mouth. 。he’ll just watch you eat dessert with a smile on your face as you savor the taste innocently. Unfortunately his brain is not, and he will start to feel his cock struggle under the fabric. 。”you have cream over your mouth, sweetheart. should i clean it for you?” he’ll sound restrained, like he’s being choked but his expression doesn’t waver. 。and after he found out his new obsession, he will literally only buy you huge whipped cream cakes for dessert.

“THE CAKE HERE IS SO GOOD.” You savor the taste happily and dig into the whipped cream cake and eat without much care. “Where’s it from?”

Sunday is too busy staring at you to register that. The creamy ring around your pink lips. It bothers him in a bad way. It’s making him feel like he is out of breath. His wings flicker wildly like a cooling fan, trying to blow off the heat that suddenly started to build inside his stomach like a raging primal flame that’s trapped by his own conscience.

You tap his shoulder gently and he snaps back to reality and tries to stare at your eyes instead, yes, lovely eyes, he thinks- your words phase in and out as he gulps, darting his eyes back to the cake.

“…the brand? The cake brand?” You ask again, frowning at his silence.

“Ah, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I was thinking of something else for a moment.” He breathlessly apologizes, the words spilling out a little too quickly like an excuse that makes your frown deepen in confusion— he closes his eyes and opens them again so the heat will ebb away. But his plans are obliterated when you take a portion of the cake and eat it, all while looking at him in the eye with curious doe eyes.

That’s when he can’t restrain himself anymore. He suddenly seizes your chin with his gloved hand, making you squeal in surprise when he practically devours your lips, licking up the cream residue around them roughly before shoving it inside your mouth with his tongue. The sweet cream melts when it gets to your mouth, mixing with his saliva that dips down your chin to make messy thick lines.

“It was from a shop at Golden Hour. I hope you like the taste,” he’d say as if he didn’t just feast on your mouth like a starved beast. “Me personally, i think it’s a tad too sweet.”

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིLADE ⇢ treating his wounds

。it’s ironic because Blade doesn’t want to be healed at all 。but how could he refuse you you’re frantically at his door with an emergency kit, worry written all over you- you are like a cute puppy that keeps following him around. 。he lets you do it reluctantly at first, grumbling about it inwardly 。but when you lift up his shirt with no hesitation to put gauze to soak in the blood, his muscles tense visibly, when your touch ghosts over his skin like tiny little lilies blooming in their wake. 。what have you done to him? He feels nothing but tension and something he didn’t want to register, something a little too pleasant to him. 。and at some point he will actually look forward to having his would treated by you. He still likes pain, but he likes your touch drifting over his bruised skin like an innocent butterfly way more.

“DOES IT HURT?” You softly pat the ointment around another fresh scar on his broad chest. It pains you to see that most of the scars are near his heart. You sigh like a worried mother. “You worry me.”

“I enjoy it,” he grunts in response, but his brain ran a quick recap. Enjoy what? The pain? Or your smooth touch?

“Stay still,” you say, and he does, as you carefully squeeze in another ointment into an ugly looking scar. His eyes never leave you the whole time, his muscles tense at the pain but otherwise he’s relaxed. His intimidating stare makes you scared a little, considering this mysterious man didn’t speak his mind often.

“I think that’s it,” you say, quickly trying to lower Blade’s shirt back- but the man grabs your wrist mid-action. You jump, confused. His eyes are unreadable but he states, “You’re not done.”

you frown in puzzlement. “I double-checked, im pretty sure I didn’t miss a spot.”

He lifts his shirt up and with his bandaged finger, cuts open the scar you just treated for him, making it ooze another layer of fresh blood around the dried wound. His lips form a rare smirk as he looks at your wide-eyed stare.

“There, you have a new wound to work on.”

He will do that until you are out of ointment, and the next day he will come visit you first this time with another set of fresh scars.

[sh4nksslvt]

You Kiss Like Trouble

Ace’s habit of kissing you at the worst possible moments—mid-battle or mid-party—sparks playful chaos and heartfelt moments aboard the Moby Dick.

ace x fem! reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, flirting, teasing, established relationship, kissing

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 2k

masterlist | ko-fi

The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the sea in shades of gold and crimson as the Moby Dick rocked gently on the waves. The Whitebeard Pirates were in high spirits, fresh off a successful raid against a no name crew, their laughter and clinking mugs echoing across the deck. You leaned against the railing, the salty breeze tugging at your hair, watching the chaos unfold with a fond smile. Your boyfriend, Portgas D. Ace, was at the center of it all, naturally—shirtless, as usual, his freckled chest gleaming under the fading sunlight as he arm-wrestled Thatch for the last drumstick.

“Oi, Y/N!” Ace called, his voice cutting through the din as he pinned Thatch’s arm to the table with a triumphant grin. “You gonna cheer for your man or what?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “I’d cheer if you weren’t cheating, hotshot.”

“Cheating?!” Ace gasped, clutching his chest dramatically as Thatch groaned and rubbed his sore wrist. “baby, you wound me!”

The crew roared with laughter, and you couldn’t help but grin. Ace’s theatrics were as much a part of him as his flames, and you’d long since learned to roll with them. Your relationship with the Second Division Commander was a whirlwind of teasing, affection, and chaos—a perfect match for the fiery troublemaker who’d stolen your heart.

As the celebration continued, Ace sauntered over, slinging an arm around your shoulders. His skin was warm, as always, radiating heat like a living furnace. “Miss me?” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.

You tilted your head to meet his dark eyes, smirking. “You were literally ten feet away, Ace.”

“And yet,” he said, leaning closer, “it felt like an eternity without you.”

You snorted, shoving him playfully. “You’re so full of it.”

“Only for you,” he winked, and before you could retort, he pressed a quick, soft kiss to your forehead. It was a fleeting gesture, but it sent a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Ace had a habit of kissing you in the most unexpected moments—forehead, cheeks, nose, wherever he could land one. It was endearing, infuriating, and entirely him.

“Get a room, you two!” Marco called from across the deck, his lazy drawl laced with amusement.

“Jealous, Marco?” Ace shot back, grinning as he pulled you closer. “Don’t worry, I’ll save a kiss for you later.”

The First Division Commander chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll pass-yoi.”

The night wore on, and as the crew’s energy mellowed, you and Ace found a quiet corner of the deck. You sat cross-legged on a crate, while Ace sprawled out beside you, his head resting on your thigh. The stars were beginning to peek through the twilight sky, and the gentle lapping of waves against the ship created a soothing backdrop.

“You ever gonna stop kissing me in front of everyone?” you asked, running your fingers through his dark hair.

Ace cracked one eye open, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Why would I? Gotta show the world you’re mine.”

You flicked his forehead lightly. “Possessive much?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he said, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Besides...you love it.”

You huffed, but you couldn’t deny the truth in his words. There was something about Ace’s unapologetic affection that made your heart race, even after all this time. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“Cute?” he echoed, sitting up suddenly. “I’m devastatingly handsome, thank you very much.”

You laughed, shoving his shoulder. “Keep telling yourself that, Fire Fist.”

He gasped, clutching his heart again. “You’re brutal tonight, Y/N. I’m gonna need some serious TLC to recover from this.”

“Oh, poor baby,” you teased, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Better?”

Ace’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Not quite.” Before you could react, he cupped your face and pulled you into a proper kiss, his lips warm and firm against yours. It was slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that made the world fade away. When he finally pulled back, you were both a little breathless.

“Better now?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

“Much,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. “But I might need a few more to be sure.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t resist as he kissed you again, this time on the corner of your mouth. “You’re impossible,” you said between kisses, your hands finding their way to his shoulders.

“And you love it,” he repeated, his voice low and teasing.

The next morning, the Moby Dick was abuzz with preparations for a potential skirmish. Some pirate crew had been spotted nearby, and Whitebeard had ordered the crew to stay on high alert. You were in the armory, checking your weapons, when Ace strolled in, his trademark grin firmly in place.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said, leaning against the doorframe.

You glanced up from sharpening your dagger, raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be helping with the cannons or something?”

“Probably,” he admitted, sauntering over. “But I’d rather be here with you.”

You shook your head, trying to focus on your task. “You’re gonna get us both in trouble, Ace.”

“Trouble’s my middle name,” he said, and before you could protest, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering just long enough to make your pulse jump.

“Ace!” you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. “We’re in the middle of prep!”

“What?” he said innocently, stepping back with his hands raised. “Just giving my favorite person a little morale boost.”

You pointed your dagger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Do that again, and I’ll morale-boost you right into the sea.”

He laughed, undeterred, and blew you a kiss as he backed out of the room. “Love you too, Y/N!”

You groaned, but a smile tugged at your lips. Damn him and his charm.

The skirmish came sooner than expected. By midday, some crew’s ship was bearing down on the Moby Dick, cannons roaring. The deck erupted into controlled chaos as Whitebeard’s crew sprang into action. You were in the thick of it, wielding your weapon with precision, fending off attackers alongside your crewmates.

Ace, of course, was a whirlwind of fire and fury, his flames lighting up the battlefield as he took down enemies with ease. You caught glimpses of him through the fray, his grin as wild as ever, like he was having the time of his life.

You were locked in combat with a burly swordsman when you felt a familiar presence at your back. Before you could turn, Ace’s voice was in your ear, low and playful. “Looking good out here, Y/N.”

“Are you serious right now?!” you shouted, parrying a strike from your opponent.

“Dead serious,” he said, and then—to your absolute disbelief—he grabbed your waist, spun you around, and planted a quick kiss on your forehead before dodging a sword swing aimed at his head.

“Ace, what the hell?!” you yelled, shoving him away as you refocused on your attacker.

“Motivation!” he called, already sprinting toward another group of enemies, flames trailing in his wake.

You cursed under your breath, but there was no time to dwell on it. The battle raged on, and you fought with renewed vigor, partly fueled by exasperation at your boyfriend’s antics. By the time the no name crew retreated, their ship limping away in defeat, you were sweaty, bruised, and ready to strangle Ace.

You found him leaning against a mast, wiping soot from his face. “So,” he said, grinning as you approached, “how’d I do?”

You crossed your arms, glaring. “You kissed me. In the middle of a battle.”

He shrugged, completely unrepentant. “Kept you on your toes, didn’t it?”

“I could’ve been stabbed!”

“Nah,” he said, stepping closer. “I’d never let that happen.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off with another kiss—this one on your lips, quick and fierce. “...You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said Lillolled, pulling back.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, but your anger was already fading.

“Unbelievably charming?” he offered, wagging his eyebrows.

“...Unbelievably annoying,” you shot back, but you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

That night, the crew celebrated their victory with a feast. The deck was alive with music, laughter, and the clatter of plates as Thatch served up a mountain of food. You sat beside Ace, who was predictably stealing bites from your plate.

“Hey! you have your own food,” you said, swatting his hand.

“Yours tastes better,” he said with a grin, popping a piece of meat into his mouth.

You sighed, but there was no real heat behind it. Ace’s arm was slung over the back of your chair, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your shoulder. Every now and then, he’d lean over to kiss your cheek or temple, each one earning a mix of groans and cheers from the crew.

“Oi, Ace, give it a rest!” Haruta called, tossing a roll at him.

Ace caught it midair, took a bite, and smirked. “Can’t help it. My girl’s too kissable.”

You elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Good,” he said, kissing your forehead again. “Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Marco, sitting across from you, shook his head. “You two are disgusting-yoi.”

“Says the guy who’s jealous,” Ace teased, dodging a napkin Marco threw at him.

As the night wound down, you and Ace slipped away to the bow of the ship, where the noise of the party was a distant hum. You leaned against the railing, staring out at the moonlit sea, while Ace stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You know,” you said, leaning back against him, “one of these days, your kissing habit’s gonna get us in real trouble.”

“Worth it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the side of your neck. “Every kiss with you is worth a little trouble.”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him. “You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. He kissed you again, slow and deep, and this time, you didn’t protest. The world could wait a little longer.

The next few days were quieter, the crew taking time to recover and repair the ship. You and Ace spent most of your free time together, whether it was sparring on the deck, sneaking into the kitchen to steal Thatch’s snacks, or just lounging in the sun. Ace’s kisses never stopped—on your cheek while you were reading, on your nose while you were tying a knot, on your lips when no one was looking. Each one was a spark, a reminder of how much he cared.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the crow’s nest, enjoying a rare moment of solitude, when Ace climbed up to join you. He plopped down beside you, his hat dangling from its string around his neck.

“Thought I’d find you up here,” he said, leaning back on his hands.

“Needed a break from your face,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Liar,” he said, grinning. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “You can’t resist me.”

You laughed, pushing him away halfheartedly. “You’re relentless.”

“Relentlessly in love with you,” he said, and the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. He must’ve noticed your expression, because he softened, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, your throat tight. “Yeah...I know.”

He kissed you again, gentle and lingering, and you melted into it. For all his teasing and chaos, moments like this reminded you of the depth of his feelings. Ace was a lot of things—reckless, wild, infuriating—but he was also yours, heart and soul.

As you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he murmured.

“Says the guy who kisses me in the middle of a fight,” you shot back.

He laughed, the sound vibrating through you. “Fair enough. Guess we’re both trouble.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Good thing I like trouble.”

The days turned into weeks, and the Moby Dick sailed on, chasing adventure and freedom. Ace’s kisses never stopped being a source of chaos—whether it was a quick peck during a card game or a stolen makeout session in the storage room—but you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was your wildfire, your trouble, your home.

And every kiss was a promise that he’d always be there, burning bright.

[ackl3z]

DEAN W.

pairing: dean winchester x reader

content: smut, porn without plot, teasing, fingering, head (f recieving), soft dom dean, no use of y/n, car sex, use of "good girl", hair pulling... like js a lil, established relationship, fem!reader, one shot, not proof read

word count: 1.1k

authors note: hi hi! this is literally the first smut ive ever wrote, so like please be nice i tried ok. constructive criticism is appreciated!!! enjoy 🩶

you were laying down in the back of the impala while dean and sam read over some old news articles about the next demon their dad had assigned them to hunt. it was late, you were exhausted from todays hunt, it took all night after all and you just wanted to get back to the motel and get to sleep. "you alright sweetheart?" dean asks, looking into the backseat where your eyes were fluttering shut, his brown leather jacket draped over your shoulders. your eyes snapped open when you heard dean's voice, nodding and mumbling an almost incoherent, "yeah, jus' tired..." dean smiles, chuckling softly at your sleepy murmurs. "sam, go and get us a coffee would ya'?" dean says, not really as a question, more as a statement, he knew that you would all be up for hours longer, and he could see that you needed energy to fight off yet another creature. sam sighs, always being the one sent to collect stuff for them, but still complies, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him, walking to the nearest store.

dean turns around again, his eyes giving your body a once over, then locking his eyes on your lips, which you immediately notice, giggling softly. "you're real tired, huh baby?" he teases, in which you just nod in response to. dean climbs over the center console, rolling on top of you in the backseat to pepper your face with kisses before pulling you into a passionate, yet gentle kiss. his calloused hands travel down your body, down your waist, and finally settling with one hand on your inner thigh and the other holding himself up above you, his chain dangling in your face. you reciprocate the passion of the kiss, hands snaking up to his neck to pull him in deeper as he kisses you hungrily, his tongue sliding against your lips, silently asking for permission to be let in. you part your soft lips, his tongue dancing with yours inside your mouth as he moans softly into your mouth.

dean's hand makes his way further up your thigh as he starts trailing hot, open-mouth kisses down your jawline. you run your fingers thru his hair, the other hand sliding up his shirt and running over his abs and chest. he makes his way further down your body, sucking and gently biting your neck to leave big, purple bruises all over it, god he loved marking you up like that. you tug at his shirt as he kisses your neck so perfectly, which makes your back arch and lets a soft moan escape your lips. dean helps you to remove his shirt, and then immediately going to take off your tank top, beginning his kisses on your cleavage. you subconsciously start grinding against his clothed cock, which was already rock solid from just your moans alone. he pulls away from your neck to stare deeply into your eyes, his spare hand wraps around your back to unclip your pink lacy bra. "god, you're so beautiful..." he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your perfect tits, sucking on your nipple and using his hand to massage the other before giving equal attention to it aswell.

his kisses and bites travel further down your stomach, one hand working on your tits and the other unzipping your jeans and throwing them to the floor of the impala. you let out a desperate moan as he gets closer and closer to where you need him most, your pussy practically aching for him to touch you. he looks up at you, smirking as he hears your moans, "you need me, huh?" he teases, prompting you to let out a needy whimper along with a breathless, "fuck, yeah, please dean..." dean complies immediately, taking off your matching panties painfully slowly, just to prompt more desperate little whines, he loved seeing, hearing how badly you wanted him.

he starts softly kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your clit with every kiss. "god dean pleasee..." you beg him, soaking for his fingers, his tongue, anything. he laughs breathily into your thighs before finally starting to place soft kisses onto your clit, making you throw your head back and moan softly, both of your hands in dean's hair, pushing his head further into your pussy. he finally licks a stripe down your clit and towards your soaking wet entrance. sliding his tongue inside you. "fuck, fuck keep going." and he did, he sucks on your clit hungrily, his tongue swirling perfectly around your pussy, making you hold his hair tightly for support.

dean eats you out like a starving man, his tongue working perfectly from sucking on your clit to sliding his tongue in and out of your opening, licking up and down your pussy to gather all your slick. he spits on your clit before diving back in, eating you out better than anyone ever has before. you grind your hips against his face and he grips them with his hands, encouraging the movements as he sucks you harder and harder until you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach. "dean, i'm gonna-" you moan until he cuts you off. "good girl, you're gonna cum all over my face." he coos, using one of his hands to slide two thick fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you let out an incoherent string of moans, something along the lines of, "fuck, dean im gonna cum." you feel your orgasm approaching more and more every second as he continues pumping his fingers inside of you, leaving a ring of cum around the base of his fingers. "im gonna cum!" you scream one last time before you let it out all over his face and on his tongue. dean slows down, riding out your orgasm with gentle licks and slow fingering.

you breathe heavily as he pulls out, licking his fingers clean. dean crawls back up to your face, kissing your forehead softly and cradling your face in his hands. "you okay baby? you did so well for me, i love you so much." he whispers as he hands you the led zeppelin shirt that he had on before, putting it over your head just incase sam came back any moment now. and he did, your response was cut off by sam coming back with the coffee, not even wanting to look into the back seat. dean quickly gains his composure back, getting out of the backseat and back into the drivers seat. "what were you doing dean..?" he asks, almost as if he immediately regrets asking. dean scoffs, shutting the door behind him. "none of your buisness, sammy."

@sl4tforchris @fanofgunsnroses

[whenigetscared]

can you pLEASE write another thanos fic i love how you write for him its perfection. maybe a smut where he's tryna make music and the reader distracts him?

eeeek! thank u for reading!!!! heres a quick something ;) hope you like it!!!

subong/thanos x fem!reader

NSFW +18 mdni!!

pink for reader, purple for subong

song: drive ME crazy - lil yatchy

theres two things subong loves. one, you, obviously and two, making music (three if you count his stupid fucking strawnana ice flavored vape). he loves the creative freedom he gets from making his own beats and writing his own lyrics.

right now, he's at the studio with a couple of his friends so he can get feedback and excessive praise because lord knows these idiots cant fucking think for themselves. when he finishes up the beat he was working on, he decides to send it to you and although his friends did tell him "it was fuckin fire bro," he knows that whatever you say will matter more.

subongie:

AudioFile15.m4a

how does it sound 👅

he knows its late, he knows you're probably asleep or doing whatever it is you do at 1:30am which is why he isn't really expecting a reply but when he feels his phone buzz and light up with a message from you

you:

sounds so good baby

when r u coming over i miss u

he smirks and types up a reply.

subongie:

girl i js saw u not that long ago 😂

we still need to work on background vocals and adlibs mama but i promise u when we r finished here ill be at urs in no fuckin time

you:

lord forbid a woman wants to spend more time with her delicious boyfriend

subongie:

ur funny girl

these fuckin idiots r making me miserable they just arnt giving me what i want. prolly gonna be a while till we get sum good.

what r u doin still up tho aint it past ur bedtime lolol

you decide to send him a picture taken from an upward angle that shows off your body. you're wearing a sleep tank that makes your tits spill out from the side and those lacy panties with the bow that drive him fucking stupid, your free hand is resting low on the exposed skin of your tummy. you cheeky girl. he quite literally has his eyeballs pop out of his skull. sure, you've sent suggestive stuff to each other before, but never ever when you knew he was around other people—especially his pervert friends.

he gasps out loud and makes sure to hide his phone screen when he sees the next picture from you come in; a back shot angle of your ass. he can see the way your arm stretches to get the right angle and fuck, its perfect. the way your back is slightly arched, how fat and bite-able your ass looks in those fucking panties, and if he looks closely, he can almost see the way your pussy lips are threatening to spill from the cloth covering you.

you:

getting ready for bed lol

thats cool tho i hope u get ur stuff finished tonight

im going to bed i dont wanna keep bothering u. ill ttyl

call me when u come over

fuck you drive him so crazy. you sent those messages acting like you didnt just send him lewd pictures.

subongie:

girl fck u why would u do that

u look so fuckin yummy mama

i will cut this short and be at urs soon

ples wait for me dont go to bed yet dont toch urslf eoither il be there soon ok

fuck u like for real u drive me craxy

you giggle at the way the texts come in seconds after the others, you know he doesn't mean it when he says fuck you and you know you're in for a treat when he gets to yours, which is exactly what you wanted.

"alright guys," he turns to his friends rubbing his hands together like a fly, pretending to act like his dick isn't trying to break free in his pants right now "gonna have to cut this short, turns out i have some unfinished business somewhere else." he pretends to look hurt. his friends bitch and whine at him "yeah yeah yeah i'll see you guys another time" he tells them, hurrying them out the door.

subong practically skips to your apartment, he is going to ruin you for pulling something like that when you know he has to finish this song! his agent has been ushering him to do so but then again— its also his fault for not controlling himself, he could've easily waited until he finished the damn song but he just needs to feel you on him now.

he pounds on your front door and when you finally open the front door for him, he is shoving himself inside. he grabs the sides of your face and greedily crashes his lips on your plush ones. your hands grab at the base of his shirt, and he knows what this means so he pulls away your face to rip his shirt off immediately. he closes the gap again and his hands go to grab and squeeze your ass.

he pulls away from the sloppy kiss, "you're a naughty girl, you know that right..." he looks down at you and fuck you look so beautiful and desperate right now— he could eat you right the fuck up. "ive been told..." you smile up at him and lean in again to capture his lips in yours for another deep and sensual kiss.

he pulls away from the kiss— a string of saliva still connecting both of you. he brings himself down to his knees, hooking both his index and middle fingers on the waist band of the lacy panties you're wearing and pulls them down. he's letting them pool at your ankles and he's sucking in a breath when he sees the way your cunt glistens under the low light of the candle warmer you've got on the small table near the front door (if it could make a noise, it would make the fortnite chest noise.)

subong looks up at you, almost like if he's asking for permission to which you nod at him and he wastes no time latching himself to your mound once he knows he's got your approval. you're met with the wall when you lean backwards to catch yourself because subong knows how to use his fucking tongue. you're opening your legs a little wider to allow him more space to get in deeper and thats when he hooks his arm around your calf and pulls your leg up to his shoulder to open you wider, his free arm holding your hip to try to help you keep balance.

subong is sucking on your clit like it fucking owes him money. he pulls off the sensitive bud and moves to lick your vulva, paying extra attention to your weeping hole by pushing his wet muscle into the tight opening, the hand that was resting on your hip comes to rest on the front of your pubic area low enough to have his thumb resting and pressing on your clit. the combination of his tongue abusing and circling your hole and his thumb resting on your clit has you leaning over him, grabbing at his hair diligently. you cant stop whining and moaning at the way his tongue moves skillfully on your needy cunt, you're trying so hard to catch your breath but holy fuck.

you can feel your orgasm approaching you quickly and subong knows this because every time you're about to finish on his face, you start to push his head further into your pussy. when he feels you starting to grind down on his face harder and your hands start pulling on his hair harder to push him in, he goes to grab your wrists and pins your hands on the wall next to you. he pulls away from your cunt and gets back up on his legs, leaving you high and dry.

"wh-why'd you stop?" you pant out. "what you thought id let you just cum that easily after you pulled that shit...my agent isnt going to be so happy at me, baby." he tells you, your juices glistening all over his upper lip and chin, if he had ate you out on your period it would look like he just got done eating a really messy bowl of spaghetti teehee...

"'s n-not exactly my fault, you could've easily kept working, you're here v-voluntarily..." you reply, looking deep into his eyes. you know that this is exactly where you wanted him though, if he hadn't showed up, you definitely would've acted like a bitch later.

"where would the fun in that be, you're so fucking desperate for me, you couldn't even go a couple of hours without my cock in your cunt." he grabs your hand and pulls you into the living room where he then lightly shoves you onto your knees and arms on the couch; your back arched and ass out for him. he positions himself behind you and he goes to grab at one of the globes of your ass cheeks, spreading you just enough to look down at your cunt clenching at nothing. he lets go of your cheek and he brings a hand down to slap your ass. you're jerking forward as and letting out a light moan at the abuse.

"so fucking needy," he slaps again and you turn your neck as much as it will let you to look behind you and you watch him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. in a swift movement, he's pulling his pants and boxers down, freeing his thick long dick out of the confines of his boxers. he collects some of the slick thats leaking out of your pussy and he mixes it with the precum thats leaking out of the angry reddened tip in buckets and he spreads it all over his shaft to lube himself up and he gives himself a few pumps before he's lining himself up against your cunt.

when you feel the tip of his cock slightly intrude your hole, you're arching your back and moving slightly back to try to get him to put it all in but he brings his hand down to your hips to stop your movements. "uh uh mama, we're doing this at my pace..." he grunts out. you let out a sigh of relief when you feel the tip of his cock entering your hole at a gruelingly slow pace and when you feel all of his tip tickle your velvety walls, he pulls out. hes sucking in slight breaths as he repeats this motion for a few strokes before he's pulling out slightly and resting his dick on the top of your ass— his heavy balls slightly resting on your cunt.

you whine at the loss, even if it was just the tip. he's leaning down to press his chest against your back "fuck baby, havent even fucked you right and you're already fucked out..." subong whispers in your ear. you mumble out something unintelligible and he's grabbing your hair into a ponytail and pulling your head up, "what was that, baby?" "pl-please" "please what" hes mocking you, the hand that isn't holding your hair and head up is around your waist rubbing light circles on your clit. "p-please fuck me please ill be g-good" you whine out and he smiles at that. he lets go of your hair and pulls his hand away from your clit to place both of his hands on your waist.

he places a tender kiss in between your shoulder blades and when he's upright again, he lines the tip of his cock back up to your clenching hole and he shoves himself in— bottoming out deep in your gummy walls. you moan out at the sudden intrusion and squeeze him like a vice. you're stretched out on his fat cock and he stays there for a quick moment, moving his hands off your hips to both globes of your ass cheeks to spread you open to see how beautifully your cunt sucks him in. he's pulls his hips back slowly, almost fully pulling out before he's thrusting back in you fully.

he repeats this motion, setting a blissful pace that is making him hit that spot that always has you seeing stars. he looks down at your ass bouncing against his hips with every thrust and he swears to fucking god that you are heaven sent. he still has your cheeks spread out to watch the way your cunt sucks him in like a fucking vacuum. he's also watching the way theres a creamy ring of arousal forming at the base of his cock, my god he has to fucking marry you. he moves his hands off your ass to place them back on your hips to help you move back against him at a even more grueling pace.

"fu-fuck baby, this p-pussy 's made for me, yeah? no one else gets you like th-this" he growls out, "'s all yours baby, 'm all yours" you muffle out— loud enough for him to hear. the possessiveness drives him to slam his hips into yours even harder and when he sets this new pace, you swear you're seeing things you've never seen before. his heavy balls are slapping against your clit, heightening your pleasure and you start to feel the knot in your stomach about to pop.

he knows you're close, you start getting tighter and louder with your moans and whines. "dont cum yet baby" he grunts out, still abusing your poor hole. "i-i ca-cant hold i-it" you whine, drool pooling out the corners of your mouth.

you can feel he's close too— his strokes getting sloppier. "jus' a few more, cmon w-wait fo-for me" he says, in that yummy whiny-growly voice he does when he's close. a couple more strokes and he's giving you the green light to cum, and you do, all over his cock and when he feels your hole spasming, he cums deep inside you. thick ropes of white cum painting your walls. he slows his strokes and he stays inside you and he leans down to press kisses onto your upper back.

"so perfect, my beautiful girl so so fucking perfect fuck i love you" he starts showering you in praises. you mumble something out, unintelligible once again but he recognizes the pattern of words that could only be "love you too."

he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over for the kleenex box you kept on the side table. you hiss at the loss of the feeling of him, his cum already threatening to spill out of your hole before you feel him wipe you clean with the soft tissue. he leans down to kiss in between your shoulder blades again before he's pulling you up to carry you to the bathroom so you can piss before you're stuck with a uti again, lord knows he doesn't want to see you bitch at him for no reason again.

once you're all set, you're both tucked under the covers of your bed, his head on your chest, you're holding him— one arm around his back rubbing soft and smoothing circles and the other one playing with his purple locks. "prolly can't see you till tomorrow, i gotta work on that song for real and with those assholes helping me, its gonna take a while" he tells you, and you just grumble, "'s fine...i get you most of the time anyways." you lazily reply and he just giggles at you. you both fall asleep tangled in each others arms.

a/n: YAY!!!!! this took me so long…you are so lucky it was my day off or this wouldnt have gotten done at all!! jk this was fun to write and i really do hope it meets ur expectations >_< i listened to about four different albums and watched like five different movies writing this