#soooo...it's been a while huh?

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

🧝‍♀️🔥 E.M

thinking about giving Eddie a nice treat because he's been such a good boy for you.

you walk out of the bathroom of your hotel room dressed in either an elven princess outfit from D&D or Arwen from LOTR as he waits for you on the bed.

you smile as you lean against the door frame, waiting for him to look up as he reads a book, your grin widening as he looks up once you clear your throat.

his eyes pop out of the sockets, and you notice his Adams apple bobble as he opens his mouth, though he's too in shock to speak

you greet him in Elvish language that makes the tent in his pants rise from anticipation of what's about to happen

in this moment, Eddie's just staring at you in complete love and lust, wanting to rip your outfit off of your body with his teeth, but wants you to stay in it forever

as he gathers up the words to say, you stalk towards him at a dangerously slow pace, making him shift in his position on the bed.

the whole night is spent lavishing your body and him telling you how much he loves you and that he'll just have to make it up to you for giving him this fantasy he didn't know he needed, but god he fucked you like he's been wanting it forever.

(if it's an elf princess you dress up as you spend the whole night demanding him to role a dice before he does anything.

"...what do you do next? Eddie the banished?"

"i uh... *stares at your tits through the laced and satin dress* i take off your dress.."

he picks up the dice and rolls, cursing frustratedly when he misses

"THAT ISN'T FUCKING FAIR THE DICE IS RIGGED. JUST LET ME TAKE IT OFF!")

he spends the whole night drooling over how you look, making sure you know he loves what you've done for him, fucking your brains out cause his dick is painfully hard at the sight of you

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ps. it's your honeymoon and Eddie is just in shock about how he got someone like you to marry him.

what a way to start a marriage

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it's been a while...i know

[the-harvester]

HEY GUYS

Did you know that um

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[arolesbianism]

Man I always forget how fucking good isat is like holy fuck every single god damn word of this game is written with such evil intent (positive)

[chaotictomtom]

comes out all beaten up and coughing up blood : hi guys im just done with my 2 hours paperwork moment (living in france experience)

[tojigasm]

i just need to be idk, babied by logan, even though he knows that twenty something isnt a baby, hes showing you how to smoke properly, your sitting on his lap and taking sips of his drink, he lets you lay your head in his lap and cuddles up to him at night with ur cheek against his stomach and he just like, takes care of you? like he pets and humours and tolerates and when ur fucking hes so caring, stroking hair and kissing ur cheeks and forehead ur honour i want him so bad

And you get it soooo fucking bad because the idea of him being so paternal with you is something that just rots me to my coreee you guys. And there's a semblance of casual dominance about it that just makes me sob.

He's in the middle of fucking you. His chest pressed to your back, his skin flush to your own as he stands curved over you on your hands and knees on his bed. He keeps an arm wrapped around your chest, keeping you upright as he rolls his hips into, pressing a long kiss to the back of your head.

You'll be at the counter in the kitchen late at night, working on whatever when he wanders into the room in a grey hoodie and sweats. He makes his way to lean against the countertop, peering over at your notes. "Y'need anything, baby?" He'll eventually ask, running his knuckles over your forearm as you continue to write. "Mm, maybe water," you say, almost jumping out of your seat before you're being pushed back into the leather cushioning of the chair. "Let me do it fr'ya, sweetheart." And you don't get your glass of water until after he's "secretly" stolen a sip. He stands next to your seat at the counter until you're all done.

He's the first time you experience smoking. The smell of tobacco is heavy in the air while he sits on the front porch of the mansion. You've always been one to try new things and Logans never been one to deny you almost anything and so of course he holds the blunt of the cigar to your soft lips and lights the tobacco while you look all pretty fr'him. Takes you a couple tries and a few lessons in watching Logan easily breathe in the smokey tar, but you catch it eventually, earning a "atta' girl." From Logan.

Has you sit in his lap during movie nights at the mansion while he nurses a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He keeps a hand wrapped around your hip and the other on the neck of the bottle. Ever so often, you'll motion towards the bottle, and Logan'll hold you by the chin and tilt the bottle to your lips only for a second before pulling it away. You try to reach for it back, and he's pushing your hand away with a "C'mon, kid, that's enough." And you better not argue, it'll start an hour long discussion on how he knows best.

Or how the two of you will be lying on the couch after finishing a movie. You're resting against his chest as he runs the tips of his fingers up and down your back softly. And he'll just start giving you quick pecks here and there over your cheeks and on the tip of your nose and your forehead and chin before pulling back to look you over. He'll soothe the palm of his hand over the soft apple of your cheek, whispering softly "Yr'my baby, huh."

[bunnybeaches]

141 s/o’s love language is bicep chewing

Price literally could care less. He’s been with you for so long that at this point he’s used to it. Whether it be laying in bed or while he’s working, you’re always nomming on that bicep.

”Honey I’m almost done I promise” John adjusts his glasses as he types away at his laptop in bed. He’s been working all night and frankly you’re tired of it, so you do what you always do. Bite on your favorite chew toy, his bicep.

“Oh dove you really couldn’t help yourself could you? Give me two more minutes” John just chuckles as you chew on his arm. Seems he’s just as stubborn as you are.

Now Johnny will chew on you right back. This man has absolutely no shame. Two playful idiots chewing on each other? sign this man up!! Will absolutely get turned on by this doesn’t matter when or where.

He’s wearing that shirt. That one compression shirt that hugs everything soooo perfectly. His stupidly perfect pecs, toned abs, and god those arms. Those biceps. You can’t help but take a small bite!

“Did ye just bite me?” Johnny stares at you with a dumbfounded expression before he’s tackling you to the ground. Chewing on your arms, soft tummy and your amazing thighs. “Don’t start a fight ye can’t win my love.”

Sweet baby Kyle doesn’t even notice you being silly. Thinks it’s something you do to calm yourself down. At the market? nom. Training? nom. Everywhere? nom.

“Baby can you hand me the list please? I want to see what’s on it.” Kyle looks at you but your mouth is on the bicep of his right arm. Not even chewing your mouth just gently resting there. He stops pushing the cart and moves to stroke your hair. “You ok love? The shoppings almost done then we can go home” He lets you chew or relax your mouth for however long you need.

Simon completely ignores you. You could bite him hard and man wouldn’t even bat an eye. Just like John he’s used to his silly wife’s antics.

Simon lets out the heaviest sigh you’ve ever heard. You really were trying to watch a movie (key word trying) and you decided you needed a little snack. No not that snack, your husband’s delicious bicep. Nothing not a word or anything after you bit down. Your husband just keeps watching the movie. Nothing can get him huh?

Anon i hope i did your ask justice! i accidentally lost it whoops

[nativegirltapes]

. . . somedays angel wants nothing but her big beefy older boyfriend to fuck her ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: literally just smut, kind of soft dom drew ?, them being sweet at the end <3

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🎀 ᡣ𐭩

“nothing, guess i’m just really horny tonight.” you mumbled while on all fours on drew’s bed, wearing nothing but the pink and white lacy lingerie you picked out just hours before. you weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you were soo down bad today; you’d been prancing around drew’s house all day just waiting …. and waiting for him to get home so you could surprise him in your new lingerie set on his bed.

“oh yeah,” drew rubbed your bare ass. the wait making you even hornier and wetter. you felt bad, you knew drew liked to take his time with you, but god you just felt so impatient today. “i know you’re trying to be nice and stuff, but can you just fuck me?” you turned your head to look back at drew. your big soft eyes staring at him, so innocent and perfect, but what you just said proving you were far from innocent.

“damn baby. eager huh?” drew took no time obeying your request, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room. he rubbed your ass some more, giving it a few squeezes, you couldn’t help but moan in response. “i need you drew,”

drew’s fingers rubbed your entrance a few times before aligning himself with your pussy. “yeah? my needy little baby.” drew thrusted himself into you without any warning, small profanities spilled from your mouth. “faster!” you yelled, although you weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle it. drew was big, it took you months before you were able to fully take it, and even now you still struggled some days. “you sure?” drew asked. “yes!”

drew picked up his pace, all you could do is mewl and let out an occasional “fuuuck,”. your ass jiggled against his pelvic area, the sight alone had drew going crazy. “soooo tight,” drew groaned, placing his hands on your hips to pull you even deeper onto his cock. “look at this ass. so perfect.” drew knew you loved when he complimented you, it got you going in a way that nothing else could.

“m’gonna come drew!” you shouted. times like this made you glad drew had his own place with no roomates, dorm sex was fun and sneaky, but you loved being able to yell drew’s name. “come all over this cock baby. it’s all yours.” drew replied, slowing down his strokes, the knot in both your stomachs coming undone at the same time.

“you’re so perfect.” drew pulled out, to which you groaned and plopped down on your back, a huge sigh leaving your lips. “you’re so good to me.” you pulled drew down on top of you, the feeling of being skin to skin with him always brought you a different kind of comfort. “well, you deserve it.”

[r4spb3rr13s]

pro heroes meeting their feisty, mcbling gf

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, dabi

♱ pt.2 here pt.3 here

note: it’s me, i’m the feisty mcbling gf 😞

Katsuki has been on shift for what feels like hours. In reality… well it has been hours. He’s been patrolling a smaller, more mundane part of Tokyo, where all he’s done is help little old ladies with their groceries and scold kids for trying to steal candy.

He was dying to get home.

So, when he heard a scream five minutes from patrol ending, the groan he let out was loud, unprofessional and frankly, really douche-y of him. But still, he flew towards the alley it echoed from.

He turned the corner, expecting a damsel in distress…

Only to see you.

Beating a man with a Juicy Couture suede bag, wobbling on platform sandals.

While this man lets out the girliest, highest-pitched screams Katsuki has ever heard in his life.

“That’s.” Hit. “What.” Hit. “You.” Hit. “Get!” Big hit!

Katsuki blinks out of his trance and takes a booming step toward you. “What the fuck’s goin on?”

You gasp and look up, and Katsuki swears his heart is echoing out of his chest.

Your s/c skin is everywhere, from your jean shorts to the cleavage practically spilling out your leopard print zip-up, and as you straighten up, he catches a glimpse of a belly ring that makes him gulp.

Your hair frames your face with a pair of sunglasses at the top of your head, showing off a fantastic scowl. Glittery eyes are met with furrowed brows, decorated with piercings-galore on your face, and two big hoops either side of your head.

“This prick!” You punctuate it with a nudge of your painted-pink toe, “Tried to rob me! I kneed him in his tiny balls.”

Katsuki raises a brow. You take a minute to glare at the guy, still whimpering, before you strut towards him with narrowed eyes.

You hate to admit it, but Dynamight was hotter in real life. Soot is smeared on his cheek and the scowl on his face sends his ruby-red lasers shooting through you.

“What? You have a staring problem?” You ask with a hand on your hip. Every ounce of confidence you’re letting off is soooo clearly fake right now, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

He shakes his head and looks around you to the poor guy on the floor. He’s not going anywhere, still curled up in a feral position and cradling his nads.

Katsuki sweats.

“Alright, sweetheart-”

You try to pretend it doesn’t make your heart skip a beat.

“Sweetheart?” He freezes and looks down at your cocked brow. “At least take me out for a drink first, Mr. Dynamight, c’mon.”

He clears his throat awkwardly, “Shit- sorry, I didn’t- look, you’re okay, right? No injuries?”

You’re inspecting your nails at this point, trying to avoid looking at the muscles in his hero costume. “Huh? Nah, but he should probably get checked out. Am I good to go?”

You sound eager to leave, but you make no move to when he nods.

Instead, you stand, scrutinising him with crossed arms. Katsuki hates to admit it, but even standing a whole foot taller than you, you’re making the blond blush.

“Okay, what? You need somethin’?” He gruffly says.

You glance back at the idiot still on the floor, and he flinches at your gaze.

“You don’t need my number for a report or somethin’?”

The words leave your mouth sooner than you can stop them, but you keep your face cool as your turn around. God, you need a smoke after this.

Katsuki’s hearts skips a beat, but his lip quirks up and he huffs out a chuckle. He reaches into one his pockets, and passes you his phone.

He’s still blushing, but God that man is grinning as well.

:::

Eijiro is mid-lat pulldown when he hears you through the full blast of his headphones. Being the manly pro he is, he takes an earbud out to hear the commotion.

“When I say fuck off, I mean fuck off! What part of that isn’t get through your thick skull?”

Eijiro watched as you scream in a steroid-fueled gym-bro’s face. You’re jabbing a pink nail in his chest, neon pink shorts matching to a sports bra and a small hoodie on your top half.

He gets off the machine, and a loud clang echoes through the gym - you don’t even notice.

“What, too much muscle blocking your brain from working?”

The guy is getting ready to respond, an ugly, violent grimace on his face. As Eijiro steps behind you and crosses his arms, the guy thinks twice.

He nods at you, and turns away, practically running.

You huff and tuck a loose piece of hair behind your hair.

“What was that?”

You jump at the voice and spin around with a shout. A chest- Jesus Christ, he’s tall. You’re face-to-chest with a man covered in muscle, a sharp-toothed smile and spiky, red hair to match it.

“Oh!”

…

…

He raises a brow and smiles at you.

A blush is fighting it’s way onto your face, but you’re too cool for that. Way too cool. So you clear your throat and stop staring at his adorable face for a minute.

“He wasn’t taking no for an answer,” You huff and cross your arms.

Eijiro frowns, “Shit, that sucks. Do you come here often?”

…

It’s your turn to raise a brow.

His face turns as red as his hair when he realises how stupid that sounded. It’s weirdly endearing watching such a large man blush and panic in front of you.

“N-no, like, I can get him banned if you’re a regular. I know the owners, so-”

“Where do I know you from?” You cut him off, doing mental gymnastics.

Eijiro freezes as he watches you. Your thick lashes touch your brows as you go wide-eyed, staring at him intently. So intently, he’s terrified to move a muscle.

You click your fingers and point a sparkly nail at his chest, “Red Riot! I knew I recognised you from somewhere.”

He grins and shrugs. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I mean,” You trail off for a minute, using all your self-restraint to not blush or stutter in front of this fine-ass man, “if you ever wanted to come to rescue again, I could just give you my number?”

Eijiro has never grabbed his phone faster in his life.

:::

Izuku has been caught in the midst of little fans. Children are detaching themselves from parents, flying away from friend groups to crowd around for his autograph. He’s reminded again why he always wears a cap and glasses when he goes to the mall.

He just needed to pick up a pair of boxers, for Gods sake.

A little boy comes hurtling at him, but such is the norm. What he doesn’t see is the girl sprinting after him- sprinting in platform heels that is.

Jeans cling to you tighter than your zebra print top, and the tiny handbag on your shoulder keeps slipping down. Every step you take is a loud jingle with the massive array of jewellery you have on, and star-shaped clips in your hair keep slipping out.

“Deku! You’re the coole-”

“Isamu! Get back here!” You screech. Your sister was going to kill you if she knew the one time you took your nephew out for a little trip to the mall, you lost him.

Watching him talk to a stranger was almost the cherry on top.

You come to a skidding stop, somehow not hurtling over on your open-toed death machines, and grab the 5 year old by the armpits. Isamu let’s out an excited shriek and smiles at you.

Then he points to the guy.

That guy being the number one hero in Japan.

You nearly drop your nephew.

“Oh my God-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both speak at the same time, then shut up, and just stare at each other like two idiots. He’s not in his costume - duh, idiot, he’s at the mall?- but he looks just as good as he does with his face plastered all over Tokyo.

Strong arms are straining the seams of his black shirt, and his dark hair is brushing the nape of his neck- it looks so soft-

“I’m really sorry, I should have come out with my hat on, sunglasses-”

“Please do not apologise for looking that good,” You mutter and roll your eyes. Then you freeze. Then you both look at each other, while you nibble your lip and smear your lipgloss everywhere.

“Deku! Can I have your auto map!” Isamu screeches from your arms, wiggling like a worm. It’s getting hard to hold him, so you plop him down and hold his hand instead.

“Autograph, buddy, not auto map,” You whisper in his ear.

Izuku’s heart skips a beat. You are gorgeous, silly and amazing with kids- I mean, what else could he really ask for?

He nods and crouched to Isamu’s height.

“Who am I making it out to, then?”

Isamu screams his government name so loud you want to cover your ears, but you just smile awkwardly at Izuku crouching under you.

He looks at you with his big, doe eyes and a soft smile. “What about you?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want an autograph-”

“Your name?”

Oh shit. You mutter it and watch with a smile as the pro scrawls on a notebook he miraculously pulled out from his arse. His round, perky-

“There you go, Isamu. It was great meeting you,” He pats your nephew’s head, who is practically beaming. “It was nice meeting you too, Y/n,” he adds, and turns away with a wave.

As you walk away, Isamu thrusts the paper in your hand.

“LOOK AT IT AUNTIE Y/N!!”

‘if it’s not too forward, id like you text me sometime y/n :)’ and next to the note is his number.

Cheeky bitch.

:::

Dabi has no fucking idea how he ended up in a bar blasting Kesha from the speakers with millennial women screaming ‘this was my party song!’ but he hates it.

Until he sees you.

You’re in the tiniest jean skirt he’s ever seen, and your ass cheeks are so close to popping out. If you’d just stopped swaying your hips and bend over, he’d get a glimpse-

But you turn around, and he watches you twist and turn in a matching halter top, jewellery adding rhythms to the music.

Dabi swears he has never seen anything as captivating as your baby pink lips mouth along to Die Young. God, was he really thinking that? In relation to Kesha? You must be special, he thinks to himself.

He makes no move, though. He sits at the bar, watching you tip back fruity cocktails and teeter on your fur-covered boots.

He looks away for a second, he swears, and suddenly you’re on the bar stool next to him. Not just sat, but staring. Like, blatantly staring right at him.

He mirrors you, leaning on his palm and watching you.

You’d be lying if you tried to say his cerulean eyes weren’t doing something to you, but there were more pressing issues at hand.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.”

It’s a fact, he has been.

A smile curls onto his lips, and he shifts so he’s closer to you. “Have I? Didn’t notice…”

You’re drunk. Like, much too drunk, because his face is a blur- a handsome blur though. You are aware enough to tell he’s staring at your tits, though.

You click your fingers in his face and he looks back up at you. There’s a moment on his face where he looks shocked, but a bigger smirk replaces it.

“Sorry, hun-”

“Hun? What am I, 5?”

He leans forward, and the overwhelming stench of a beach fire is fighting with your Britney Spears perfume. The air starts to smell like burnt sugar around you, and it’s weirdly compelling.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

“Well, you’ll need my number to call me.”

It takes you a minute to realise how dumb that was- you’re drunk and that is not what he meant, but it made him drop the cool boy act. He stared at you for a second with wide eyes before chuckling under his breath.

“You are somethin’, princess…”

“Princess?”

“Yeah, the skirt and all the pink- very princessy,” He gestured to your outfit before pulling out… a burner phone.

You really should not have drank that much, because you don’t even care to question it as you’re typing you digits in.

note: ffs i didn’t make izuku’s gf feisty enough 😞

[darling-flora]

feather

max x yn!singer - social media au

fc: sabrina carpenter

part 2 : HERE

notes: im sorry callum turner for making you the bad guy please forgive me 🤞 also in this world dua lipa is not a famous singer 👍 my first max smau let me know what ya think !!! ❣ rt's are appreciated !!!

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enews Y/n L/n and Callum Turner seem to of called it quits after two years of dating, only a day after Callum Turner was seen making out with mystery woman. Turner was seen with the woman the following day while L/n was seen at the airport headed for Monaco to visit friend Taylor Zakhar Perez who is filming a movie. ➡️

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enews Y/n L/n was reportedly sent picture of Turner and the mystery woman (Now identified as Dua Lipa) by friends and L/n reportedly packed all her belonging and had them sent to Monaco to stay with a friend. ➡

↳enews NEW INFORMATION !!! Callum and Dua were reportedly hooking up before Y/n L/n started dating Turner and after they made it official Turner broke things off with Dua Lipa ➡ ↳enews Dua Lipa was upset by the split and "she resented y/n for being with Callum, so when Callum was at a party that Dua was also at, she made it her mission to win him back"

user2 the fact that dua likes y/n's posts and has publicly complimented y/n's music..... im sick to my stomach for her omg

user3 he is actually so dumb for cheating on her for 1 but also CHEATING ON A SINGER SONGWRITER ??????

user4 emails i cant send deluxe & the next album is gonna go CRAZYYYY

user5 he never really seemed to give the same energy she gave....

user6 going to a different country after a break up is kinda real

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram It would be sooooo crazy if i moved to France 🤭

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user1 ITS BEEN A LIKE 2 MONTHS BABE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?????

taylorzakharperez It's nice in Nice France 🤭

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user2 MOVED TO FRANCE ???

whitneypeak an angel 😇

liked by yourinstagram

user3 making more songs to add to the album of the century ??

jennaortega pretty pretty pretty face 😍

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user4 "Big is moving to paris" but it's "y/n' is moving to france"

user5 doing hot girl sh't !!

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dualipa

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dualipa he’s sooooooo crazy in love with my brown eyes 💌

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user1 this just pissed me off

user2 the letter emoji..... yall need to hold me back

user3 you really thought you ate this....

user4 the caption ? stream obsessed by olivia rodrigo

user5 he also loved her blue eyes girl, you are not special

user6 right..... anyways

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram I love Monaco nights, mornings in France with my babies Benny and Björn + a cute date night 🤍

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user1 HUH DATE ????

user2 shes on a date with me btw !!!

user3 the sheer white dress is eatttiinnngggg

user4 oh mother

user5 don't know if i wanna be you or with you ???

user6 y/n stays 🔛🔝 !!!

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Y/n L/n a popstar who has moved recently to Nice, France after a messy break up. While the singer's been fairly private about the outings, she has been spotted around Nice and Monaco on dates with a popular athlete.

Who do we think think the singer is seeing ?

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user1 pics ???? proof???

↳user2 i know someone that works at a place they got dinner at but they didn't see who she was with, but she left with a bouquet of flowers soooo she could be with someone but we don't know who 🤷‍♂️

user3 its an f1 driver because they are coming off break soon....

user4 i think its max verstappen, like two weeks after they were at the same party his posts on insta changed..... like for the better yk the past few months his posts have been eatingggg

↳user5 not the girlfriend effect having an effect on his insta 😭

user6 i wont believe it till is see it 🤷‍♀️

user7 both max and charles are in her likes so who knows ??

user8 deuxmoi could be LYINGGGGG but we'll see....

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram im so sorry for your loss... ❤😊

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user1 the "the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life" tee is so cvnty omfg 🤭

user2 LYRICS ???? THE 3RD PIC ???

user3 there are so many layers to the first and last pic

francisca.cgomes cuties ❤

↳yourinstagram allllll you 😘

user4 face economy mama !!!!

user5 in love with youuuuuu

user6 soft launchhhhh 🤭

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maxverstappen Close Friends story

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charles_leclerc ??????

maxverstappen what ?

charles_leclerc nothing.... 😏

landonorris maxjpg when ?

maxverstappen i could consider it 🤔

yourinstagram we have 4 children....

maxverstappen it's a full time job 😭 maxverstappen quitting racing to become a stay at home dad maxverstappen a chubby stay at home dad

yourinstagram i fully support that 😊 yourinstagram a happy max is all i want!!

maxverstappen god i love you maxverstappen wanna go on a boat ?

yourinstagram love youuuuu 🤭 yourinstagram yes !!!! mr rich man lets go 🌊

maxverstappen you are also rich....

yourinstagram well.....

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max1.jpg

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max1.jpg my jpg account is going to end up being a y/n fan page

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landonorris bros down bad

↳charles_leclerc Down tremendously ↳max1.jpg im not ashamed to admit it 🤷‍♂️

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YnLnUpdates

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YnLnUpdates In a recent interview Y/n CONFIRMS EMICS Deluex Emails i cant send fwd: Out March 30th !!!! talks about moving to france, traveling and confirms she's in a relationship !!

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user1 her saying her cats are the most important stamp of approval.... she is so unserious i love her

user2 “Or someone was holding you back ?” the interview kinda ate with that 🤭

user3 i guess deuxmoi was right....

user4 her smile when she was talking about him 🥰 !!!!

user5 but who is he mama 🙄

user6 i mean we knew that, i just wanna know who he is 😫

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yourinstagram no one will ever know i took these pictures 🤭

maxverstappen i regret to inform you my love, but people are already making speculations....

yourinstagram HUH ???? yourinstagram FROM WHAT ???

maxverstappen no clue honestly maxverstappen maybe the vibes of the pictures

yourinstagram really max... yourinstagram the "vibes"

maxverstappen yeah, they have "my girlfriend took these pictures and wanted to post them but because no one knows we’re dating she cant post them, so she posted them on my story instead” vibes

yourinstagram i didn't know that was a vibe that could exist

maxverstappen it is !! maxverstappen and those pictures have them

yourinstagram cant stand you sometimes...

maxverstappen sure 🤥 maxverstappen you on your way ?

yourinstagram leaving soon..... 🫣

maxverstappen cant wait to see your face 😘

yourinstagram 😭🫶 yourinstagram stoppp your cute 🤭 yourinstagram omw 🏎️💨

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yourinstagram emails i can’t send fwd: is out now 💌 so is the feather music video !!!!! I’m very excited about these new songs and i hope u are too x love you all so much💗 tell me ya favorite part of the video!!

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user1 the way men never survive your music videos is so iconic

arianagrande wow wow wow the most talented girl !!! 🤍

↳yourinstagram ty ty !!! 😭❤

user2 things i wish you said and opposite HURT my feelings

whitneypeak HOTTIE !!!!!

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user3 album of the century 😁

jennaortega ATEEEEEEE ❣

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user4 feather is your next pop hit TRUST 🤞

user5 MOTHER 🤩

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MV1Updates During a Pre-Season testing interview when asked how his break Max causally mentioned he has a girlfriend !!

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user1 them giggling 😭

user2 of course this is how we find out he's got a gf 😭

user3 you missed were he said "I talk about her so much it just slipped out"

↳user4 stop thats so cute omg 😭 ↳user5 when they are "public public" he's gonna talk about her every interview i just know it

user6 but who is it ????

user7 "i did? oh shit" is KILLING MEEEE

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maxverstappen1 P2 today 👊 A bit unlucky with the safety car but nevertheless, learned a lot and another One-Two finish. This is a very good team result here in Baku redbullracing SChecoPerez 💪

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user1 good race king !!!

yourinstagram i can feel a win coming in Miami !!

↳user2 Y/N ???? ↳user3 IS SHE GOING TO THE RACE ??? ↳user4 shes gonna perform in Orlando so i wouldn't be surprised if she went to the race !! ↳maxverstappen1 only Miami 😔 ? ↳yourinstagram is it to soon to say you'll win every race ? ↳maxverstappen1 Nope !! That sounds perfect !!! ↳user5 the flirting is gonna kill me ↳user6 chat is this flirting ????

user7 keep your head up 🦁👑

user8 MY GOAT

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YnLnUpdates Y/n's speech after singing a cover of "Hopelessly Devoted To You". "What a pleasure it is to here today, I feel so lucky to be here in front of all you beautiful people. There have been so many changes in my life recently that have been a blessing in disguise, so i wanna say a huge thank you for sticking by me I'm looking forward to all the good to com, so thank you for everything love you" after the speech then pointed towards the vip tent; waved and then made a heart !!!

Who do we think the heart is for ? 👀

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user1 WHAT ????

user2 there were so many people in the vip tent we'll never know 😩

user3 seeing her happy after the last few months makes me so happy

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YnLnUpdates Y/n and Max Verstappen (HUH?????) share an embrace after Y/n's performance in Orlando !

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user1 WHAT ????

user2 the emoji 😭

user3 now we know who the heart was for 😮

user4 WHO KNEW HE HAD IT IN HIM ???

user5 NOOOOOOOOOOO

user6 wait this is actually CRAZY ???

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yourinstagram ORLANDO !!!! The biggest festival I've had the pleasure of performing at and the energy was insane !!!! The first time I got to perform songs from the deluxe and to hear you guys sing every word was a special moment 😪 THANK YOUUUU all for the love , love love love you alllll ❤

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user1 the popstar levels are out of this world 🌎

user2 YOUR MAN IN MAX ????

maxverstappen What a show😘!!!

↳yourinstagram thank you thank you 😊 ↳user3 this is still crazy 😭

user4 you KILLED it !!!

user5 the best performance i've got to go too EVER

user6 it was an honor to see your face on the big screen 🧎‍♀️

user7 NEED more songs like feather !! such a good song live 😫

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YnLnUpdates Y/n's recent instagram stories!!

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user1 STOPPPP😭😭 they are so cute

user2 the cat.... he's so real

user3 #NEEDTHAT is CRAZZZYYYY (same)

user4 "who's this diva" oh she loves that man... 🥰

user5 crying watching max win is what i do too !!

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MV1Updates During Max's post race interview, Max was asked what it was like have Y/n L/n in attendance "It's nice to have her at a race, I've wanted her at a race for a while and our schedules finally lined up, [....] hopefully she'll come to more, [....] it gives me extra motivation to win, I wanted to impress her (laughs)."

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user1 he was sooooooo smiley talking about her omgggg 😫❤

user2 the way they giggle and blush when they talk about each other is so cute 🤭

user3 can't wait for they love songs !! he's so in love

use04r love this for him !!

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f1gossip Max Verstappen and popstar Y/n L/n were seen sharing a kiss while on a date in Miami after his win.

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user1 bro they've probably been together for MONTHS

user2 they are so cute together 😫

user3 LEAVE THEM ALONE 😭🙏

user4 that should be MEEE (with both of them 🤫)

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yourinstagram Orlando to Miami !!! and what a drive by max from P9 to P1 BABY so proud of you, can't wait to see you win again and again !!!! 🏆🥇🍾

(also if i see pictures of me CRYING during the podium TRUST you will hear from my lawyer).........

(kidding😙❤)

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user1 she's truly living my dream life

maxverstappen Are we gonna ignore how i told you that you were gonna cry and you called me a liar....

↳yourinstagram yes 😁 ↳maxverstappen I'm not gonna ignore that I was right ↳yourinstagram booking a different hotel room 🙄 ↳maxverstappen WAIT ↳maxverstappen I'm sorry ❤ ↳maxverstappen I'll make it up to you ↳yourinstagram 😏? ↳landonorris WHOAAAA get a room 🤢 ↳user2 ik they get DOWNNNNN

user3 this is kinda my superbowl ☺

whitneypeak living the life mama !!

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user4 so pretty 🎀

lilymhe beautiful girl !! ☺

user5 max on the beach 😍

francisca.cgomes can max fight ? 😁

↳maxverstappen stop trying to steal my girlfriend.... ↳yourinstagram she already got me 😝

user6 max verstappen, i was not familiar with your game 😦

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maxverstappen1 Simply… lovely!

What a great time in Miami, I would like to point out I am looking at yourinstagram in the second picture 👍 Had to put on a show with her watching. 😁

But a very strong race 🙌

Thank you, Miami - You have been great🌴

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user1 MY GOAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yourinstagram hot 🥵

↳yourinstagram gnawing at the bars of my enclosure 😩 ↳landonorris 🤮 ↳yourinstagram you always got something to say 😒

user2 STOPPPPP he's gonna talk about her every second.... i love it 😝

user3 i gotta know if y/n is the one helping with the pics...

↳yourinstagram only a little.... ↳yourinstagram he wants my stamp of approval on them ↳user3 i bet he likes it when you approve of all the pics ? ↳yourinstagram well yes 😗 ↳user3 someone likes praise...... 😁🤫

user4 he's really setting the standard!! obsessed boyfriend is just too good!

user5 the first pic 🤯 what a man

user6 i kinda need them both 🙂

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max1.jpg best way to celebrate a win in miami is with you 🤍

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user1 im so single

yourinstagram love youuuuu 💞🌙💞

↳max1.jpg 😘😘

user2 BRO how did he bag Y/N L/N ?????

↳user3 he's a loverboy....

landonorris why don't you take pictures of me ?

↳max1.jpg you dont look like y/n and do what she does ↳landonorris okay i didn't need to know that.. ↳user4 😨😨 ↳user5 WAITTTTT HUHHHH????

user6 INSANE face card holyyyyyyyyyyy

user7 they are such cuties 🫶

user8 they’re truly the cutest couple 🥺

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[chariaki]

Marriage?

Kento x reader

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

"Darling, why does this alien keep following me?"

"Huh? Ohh!!...Kento, sweetheart... that's called a creeper. It's following you 'cause it wants to explode near you and kill you."

You recently taught you're boyfriend, Kento Nanami, how to play minecraft...and surprisingly, he's doing wonderful. In a span of 3 days, he created a garden, a pool and a bakery in creative mode. And yesterday, he's tried survival mode for the first time.

"Well, that's not very polite. I even shared my meat with him..."

"You did?"

"Yes..."

"Pfff-"

"Did I say something funny, love?"

It's day 2 of your sweet boyfriend trying to maneuver his way in survival mode. He's doing terrific, hasn't died yet! He managed to build up on his food and inventory. And you told him countless times to build atleast a tiny house in order to protect him at night, but he keeps saying that he'll do it later because he has to prepare a looootttt.

"Kento, baby... creepers aren't interested in meat or making friends. They're simply there to explode and kill those around them"

"Oh. Well, then I guess I should run away from him."

"Yup, you definitely should."

He wouldn't even let you peak at his device! He'd be playing in the corner, like a weird teenager.

"How ya holding up? Can I please see what you're doing, baby?" You emphasize the word "please", hoping that Nanami would give in. But, he wouldn't even look at your puppy eyes!!

"No, sweetheart. I told you I'll show you when I'm done."

"Tsk. What are you even planning?" You pout, bouncing your legs on his lap, foot poking at his side.

He grabs your foot and places it on his lap again. He's playing minecraft on one hand, while the other massages your feet! What a man, indeed.

"It's a secret" He says in a singong tone, leaning over to grab the remote on the coffee table and peck your lips.

"Here, baby. Why don't you distract your pretty eyes with some television entertainment, and I'll get back to you with my finished work. Sound good, hmm? "

"okay... "

How were supposed to counter that when he kissed you so lovingly and whispered to you so softly?

A few hours had gone by. A variety show piqued your interest , however, you were more enamoured by the way you're boyfriend was so focused on his device. You could see the determination in his eyes.

He would also ask you random questions like "would you prefer wooden or tiled floors?" or "what colors would you like to see in a place?" And you would always answer quickly because you've been anticipating him, and the way he would hum in thought, then kiss you as a "thank you. "

You guessed he was finally building a himself a house.

But you were wrong.

He was building you and him a home.

He proudly and nervously handed you his phone, telling you to explore his carefully crafted house.

"I'm finished, love. Take a look at our house. I built it for us. This and so much more will be our life when we get married."

You were quite impressed, considering he built it in survival mode and for his first time doing so.

"Our house? Married? Marriage?"

It's an understatement to say that you were "flustered". You were red, stuttery, fidgety and baffled.

You did not expect him to bring that up. You've only been dating for a year. But don't get it wrong, you truly love Nanami, it's just that you didn't expect him to feel so strongly towards you to already consider marriage after only a year of dating!?

He chuckled. His deep, beautiful voice that reverberated through your heart.

"Yes, yn. Marriage. I-I'm not proposing to you right now! I'm just reminding you how much I love you, and that I'm more than ready to spend my lifetime with you."

He holds caresses your hands, eyes maintaining gentle, loving contact.

"I love you, Kento. Thank you, darling."

He leans in closer to kiss you. But you interrupt him midway. You whisper.

"Soooo, when are you going to propose?"

"Soon. In a beautiful place I know you'll like, with delicious food, a calming ambience, and just the two of there to experience it. "

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Kento Nanami, you're boyfriend of one year, builds you a house in minecraft to profess his love for you and confess that he's ready to upgrade to husband mode.

[dollyswishingwell]

Hiiii!! It's me again 🎀✨️...I suddenly got an idea. Like let's say Mc is watching a drama or reading a novel and the male lead is sooo good that she goes "omg..please become my husband" y'know fangirly mode. And how will the guys react to that! All that possessive jealousy and fluff..if you don't mind writing this. I feel like only you'd do this a justice 😭😭🎀

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Second husband

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, this is for allll the fangirling requests i got

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You fangirl over your fav male lead

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re sprawled out on your velvet chaise in one of the sun-drenched sitting rooms of Rafayel’s estate, a sheer lace robe over your lacy lingerie, sipping something sparkly while flipping through a romance novel. It’s so dramatic, an aloof villain-turned-devoted-husband who’s rich, cruel to everyone else, but worships his wife like a queen. You’re giggling and kicking your feet like a true fangirl.

“Oh my god… Please become my husband,” you sigh, absolutely swept away, clutching your chest dramatically. “That’s it. I’m getting a second husband.”

And Raf, who’s been lounging on the opposite couch sketching a seashell-inspired frame for your new vanity mirror, freezes.

His pencil snaps in half.

“…Second what?”

His voice is so sweet and singsong, but that slight twitch in his smile is dangerous.

You blink innocently, teasing, “Well he’s just soooo charming, cold and powerful but secretly soft for her? That’s sooo my type. If he proposed I’d say yes right away—!”

You don’t even finish before he’s already on you. Drops his sketchpad to the floor with a thud, climbs over you like a wave crashing the shore. One long leg on either side of you, his arms trapping you as he leans down, eyes glittering like an angry sea under moonlight.

“Oh?” he whispers, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. “So now I’m not enough for my precious housewife?”

You giggle and squirm but he’s already attacking, playful nips to your neck, fingers tickling down your sides, his cold rings trailing fire over your thigh. You’re squealing now.

“A second husband, huh? Should I call the movers again and have your whole wardrobe burned? Maybe he can buy you another. Or should I drown him instead?”

He’s so dramatic, so possessive, so pouty. You’re laughing but he’s growling like a feral cat, burying his face in your tummy like it personally betrayed him.

“You’re mine, pretty thing. Say it.”

You pout and whimper dramatically back, “I was joking Raffyyyy…he doesn’t even exist—!”

He just kisses your pout, deep and slow, like he’s trying to overwrite any memory of that fictional man.

“Then don’t say such cruel things again,” he mumbles against your lips, “or I’ll have to become even more fictional. Watch me rewrite your whole novel into just me.”

And from that moment forward, Every time you even glance at your novels, Raf’s there peeking over your shoulder like:

“Is he stronger than me? No. Prettier? No. A better husband? Hah. Let me know when he buys you a castle with hand-carved pearl bathtubs.”

And god forbid you giggle again. He’s instantly pulling you into his lap like:

“What did he say? Hm? Repeat it. Actually, don’t. I’m jealous enough already.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You’re curled up under a plush throw in Zayne’s private library, your tablet in hand and a steaming cup of tea beside you, courtesy of your ever-doting husband. He’s sitting across from you, going through patient charts, pristine in his dress shirt and slacks, glasses perched on his nose.

But you? You’re emotionally spiraling.

Because your favorite manhwa just updated.

And the male lead? A cold, overworked surgeon with a tragic past who’s secretly obsessed with the female lead. He just shielded her with his body during a building collapse, confessed with bloody lips, and called her his “only cure.” You let out a gasp so dramatic it actually makes Zayne look up.

“Are you alright?” he asks, clinically calm.

You clasp your chest with both hands. “Oh my god… please become my husband,” you whisper at the screen, eyes shimmering. Then louder, just to tease him:

“That’s it. I’m getting a second husband.”

Zayne blinks once. Then slowly sets his tablet down.

“…Excuse me?”

You peer up with a tiny smirk. “You wouldn’t understand, Dr Zayne. He’s just… so selfless and cold and obsessed and hot—”

He’s already standing.

Zayne walks over calmly and plucks the tablet right out of your hands. Doesn’t even look at the manhwa. Just sets it down and gently pushes you onto your back on the sofa, bracing himself above you with the quiet, unreadable expression he always has during surgeries.

“You want a second husband,” he repeats, tone flat. “Interesting.”

You can see the tiniest twitch in his jaw. Oh no. He’s jealous.

“You do realize,” he murmurs while running a slow hand up your thigh beneath the blanket, “if this fictional man really knew you, he’d see how easily you cry when you run out of syrup for pancakes. How you hum when you brush your hair. How you sneak cookies after dinner. You think he would handle you well?”

You’re already blushing and squirming but he’s so composed. So focused. His hazel-green eyes narrow, calculating.

“He wouldn’t know how to keep your iron levels up or how to ease your migraines. He wouldn’t know your skin’s exact sensitivity or the cadence of your breathing when you’re overwhelmed.”

Zayne’s voice drops lower, surgical smooth.

“But I do. I know everything about you. And if you ever ‘joke’ like that again…”

He kisses your cheek once, so gently. Then leans to whisper in your ear:

“I’ll prescribe you a month of tech detox. No manhwa. No tablet. Only me.”

You squeak and immediately start apologizing, hugging his neck and whining that you were kidding, and he hums with a smug little smile.

“That’s what I thought. You don’t need a second husband, sweetheart. You need to hydrate, and keep your hands off delusional fantasies.”

But the next day? He’s mysteriously started wearing black gloves and an open white coat at home. Like the manhwa ML.

And when you ask if he’s copying the character you liked so much?

He adjusts his glasses coolly and says:

“No. He’s clearly imitating me.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You’re wrapped in a mountain of silken blankets on the oversized bed in your penthouse, the air dim and cozy with the faint smell of candles and tea. Xavier is curled up beside you, half-asleep with his face buried against your shoulder, his breathing soft and even.

But you?

You’re kicking your feet and squealing because you’re rewatching your favorite historical drama, the one with the stoic general who sacrifices everything for the princess he loves. He’s got blood on his armor and tears in his eyes and he just said:

“Even if I must burn the heavens and betray the throne, I will protect you.”

You clutch your chest, eyes wide and glossy. “Oh my god… please become my husband.”

You gasp and press your face into your pillow dramatically. “I’ll marry you in every timeline. That’s it—I’m getting a second husband.”

You hear the soft rustle of sheets behind you.

And then—

“You’re already married in every timeline.”

Xavier’s voice is quiet, almost sleepy, but his arms are already tightening around your waist, dragging you back into his embrace like you belong there. His silver hair tickles your neck as he nuzzles close, no trace of emotion on his face, but you can feel the pout in his grip.

“Why would you want another husband?” he mumbles, as if you’ve just wounded him deeply. “Do you want a sword next time? Or a war horse? I can bring one.”

You giggle and try to turn back to the screen, but he rolls with you, pinning you beneath him with lazy, catlike precision.

“No,” he says simply. “No more watching.”

You gasp, “Xavi! It’s the final battle—!”

But he rests his head on your chest and closes his eyes again. “It doesn’t matter. He dies. I read the synopsis.”

You blink. “You what?”

He doesn’t answer. Just holds you tighter.

“He’s fictional. I’m not. And I don’t need a palace or a title or a horse to ruin the world for you. Say you’ll only have me.”

You pout, playing along. “Even if a general prince confesses with blood on his lips?”

He opens one blue eye.

“Even if a god kneels in gold, you are mine.”

You squeal and kiss his forehead, and he hums happily like you’ve given him all the reassurance he’ll ever need.

But after that, Xavier becomes very aware of every historical drama you start.

“Is he stoic again?” he murmurs one night, kissing down your collarbone. “Cold and devoted? I can do that too. I’ll rewrite history if I have to.”

Possessive Xavier doesn’t yell. Doesn’t scold. He just clings. Sleeps wrapped around you tighter. Kisses your hands like you’re his queen in exile.

And casually says things like:

“If I were born then, I’d be the one hiding a blade in your hairpin. I’d bury empires for you.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You’re lounging in your marble soaking tub, bubbles up to your shoulders, wearing that expensive silk headband Sylus bought just to keep your hair out of your eyes. Your tablet is propped up on a gilded stand, and you’re deep in your reread of your absolute favorite manhwa, the one with the cold, terrifying Duke who rules the north, never smiles, murders nobles with his bare hands… and then turns into a love-crazed fool for his sweet wife.

And this chapter?

He just broke off an engagement, kicked in a ballroom door, and declared in front of the entire empire:

“She belongs to me. Touch her, and I’ll erase your bloodline.”

You slap the water. “OH MY GOD. PLEASE become my husband—”

And then you giggle, teasing under your breath like a brat, “Honestly… I should just get a second husband. A Duke, like him.”

You hear it. That sound.

A slow, deliberate click of a door opening.

You peek up over the rim of the tub.

Sylus is standing in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly damp from the rain outside. His eyes glow that eerie crimson and he tilts his head as he speaks, voice low and silken:

“What was that, princess?”

You blink. “Oh. Um. Nothing.”

He’s already stepping closer, loosening his cufflinks as he watches you with that quietly unhinged little smirk.

“You were comparing me to a fictional man again, weren’t you?”

You shrink a little. “Well, he’s cold and terrifying and secretly romantic—”

He drops to a crouch beside the tub, hand dipping into the water as he cups your jaw and makes you look at him.

“And what exactly do you think I am, sweetheart?”

You open your mouth. Close it. Gulp.

Sylus chuckles darkly and kisses your cheek gently, mockingly.

“I have twelve armories. A fleet of assassins. I bought a continent last week. And you’re fantasizing about a duke in a cape? What did he do, raise his voice once?”

“You want me to play your little story? Fine. You’re now the duchess of my empire, and I’m the cruel tyrant who locks you in his estate to keep you safe from the nobles who ‘want a taste.’”

You blink rapidly. “…That actually sounds kinda hot—”

He grins wide. “Thought so.”

He snaps his fingers and calls one of his aides into the room just to say:

“Prepare a red ballgown. She’s attending the council meeting with me tomorrow as my ‘obsessive’ wife. I want her sitting on my lap while I execute a traitor.”

You: “SYLUS—!”

But he’s already pressing a kiss to your wrist, eyes glinting with dark glee.

“You don’t need a second husband, pretty girl. Just tell me the fantasy and I’ll make it real. Even if I have to burn a country down.”

The next time you open that manhwa?

Sylus scoffs. “He’s not even holding her neck right. Amateur.”

And you’re squealing and blushing as he flips the tablet off and declares:

“You want to be ruined by a cold duke? Get over here and let me show you how it’s actually done.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

It’s a lazy Skyhaven afternoon, and you’re cuddled up on the oversized cloud couch in Caleb’s penthouse, dressed in one of his big Farspace Academy shirts. Your hair’s in a messy bun, snacks within reach, tablet on your lap, and your favorite K-drama blaring: “Doctor of the Moonlight.”

The male lead?

A gorgeous, cold trauma surgeon with a tragic childhood and silky hair that always falls into his eyes. He saves lives with one hand, shatters hearts with the other. But the moment he gently tucks the heroine’s hair behind her ear after she sprains her ankle on a rainy rooftop?

You clutch a pillow to your chest, starry-eyed.

“Please become my husband,” you sigh dreamily. “That’s it. I’m getting a second husband. One with a PhD and arm veins.”

And somewhere behind you… there’s a pause. Then:

“Excuse me?”

You turn and see Caleb, still in his black officer uniform, leaning against the kitchen counter, a glass of water forgotten in his hand. His purple eyes are narrowed. His jaw ticks.

“A second husband?” he echoes, voice low and dangerously calm. “You want some pretty-boy drama doctor who cries over surgeries to take you away?”

You blink. “It’s just a show, he’s so gentle and calm and—”

He’s already stalking toward you.

Drops onto the couch like a panther and pulls you onto his lap without another word. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as he leans in, nose brushing your cheek.

“I flew into an asteroid field for you,” he growls softly. “I’ve bled, killed, and retired an entire fleet just to make sure you never lift a finger again.”

You pout playfully. “But does he look good in scrubs?”

Caleb grins, slow and dangerous. “pips, I look good in my colonel uniform”

Then he flips the tablet shut and tosses it onto the table with military precision.

“You want a doctor? Fine. I’ll be your doctor.”

He adjusts his grip, one hand slipping under your thighs to carry you like you weigh nothing.

“Mandatory health check. Right now. Can’t have my wife fantasizing about other men while she’s clearly suffering from a short-term memory issue.”

You squeal and cling to him, whining that you were joking, but he’s already carrying you off, kissing your cheek and murmuring:

“Don’t need a second husband, sweetheart. You need to be reminded who your first—and only—one is.”

Later, when you’re curled up on his chest, pouting and saying the drama doctor was still cute, Caleb just hums and strokes your hair lazily.

“Tell you what,” he whispers. “Next time I’m deployed, I’ll film myself dragging a soldier out of an exploding ship with one arm. You can have your little K-drama moment then.”

You whine, “That’s not romantic!”

And he just kisses your nose, utterly smug.

“You married a colonel, not a drama actor. But if I ever catch you giggling at him again…”

He pulls you closer, voice dropping.

“I’ll ground you.”

[sinner-as-saint]

john walker x reader

I’ve been thinking thoughts about john walker again… what is happening to me

Themes: smut, switch!john walker, explicit language, praise kink, 

a/n: also i love this stupid scene below sm omg-

I have a feeling he would be down for anything. He wouldn’t mind leading, taking control, or being the dominant one in the bedroom:

“Come here, baby.” He’d called out, manspreading on the couch, patting his thigh for you to come get comfortable on. “Come give me a kiss.” 

And how could you resist that face? That voice? That sleepy, tired look in his pretty eyes. The messy blond hair, the rough beard to match. So you’d go over to him, get on his lap like his good girl. And he’d tell you how pretty you are. 

“Such a pretty girl for me…” he’d whisper into your ear, his beard brushing against your skin, while he slides another finger inside you. “All mine, huh? This is all mine.” He’d get you to moan louder and louder with his gentle, deliberate, slow strokes. “My angel… all mine.” 

John would also be the type of man to just take whatever he wants. He’d be demanding for sure, always seeking you out. Always touching you. Always reminding you how much you mean to him. Always reaching for you, always needing your warmth whether it’s late at night or early in the morning. 

Sleeping next to him would be such bliss because he’d just be so handsy. You’d wake up with his hand down your shorts, or up your shirt, grabbing you and cupping you possessively. Reminding you even in his sleep that you were his. Or you’d wake up feeling soft kisses all over your neck. 

“I want you so bad, kitten. Spread those legs for me.” 

Or he’d straight up refuse to let go of you once he starts. “Just one more, baby.” He’d gasp into your ear, pounding into you even after you were done coming for him. Multiple times. 

“I need some more, angel, give it to me…” 

But I guess, he also wouldn’t mind you taking control, and you telling him what to do:

Maybe he’d be extra sensitive after returning from a mission. He’d be tired, and quiet, and soooo needy because he’d missed your touch for days. He doesn’t even know how he survived not touching you. And now, he was starving and couldn’t even ask for what he wanted. He’d just sulk and give you puppy eyes until you figured it out. 

“Is this what you want, huh?” You’d grab his hand and shove it in between your legs. You’d catch the surprised yet vulnerable look in his blue eyes. He’d be needy. Moments away from begging. “You need it? Hmm?” 

“Yes…” He’d whisper, quietly, like he didn’t want himself to hear it. 

“Yeah?” You’d lean in to whisper in his ear. “What do you need, huh? To fuck me? You want to fill me up? Mark me as yours?” 

“Fuck,” He’d swear, his voice shaky. “Please, please just let me touch you.” His voice cracking in desperation. 

You’d mess with him then. A game of push and pull, giving him what he wanted but not entirely. Maybe you’d tease him for as long as you could until he was limp in bed, mumbling nonsense, his eyes shut and his breathing heavy… 

“Please, please, please,” He’d chant. “Baby…” 

“What?” You’d taunt. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” 

Or maybe John would be the type to follow instructions with no problem:

You’d find him while he’s with the others, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “You got ten minutes, Walker?” 

And he’d know. He’d just know… he’d know that for those ten torturous minutes in the walk-in utility closet, he’d be nothing but a gasping, whimpering, pleading mess. With his cock in your mouth, your tongue teasing him, and his hands obediently behind his back, wrists trapped between him and the wall behind him. His blond hair a mess with how roughly you ran your fingers through it earlier, kissing him until he was breathless. 

And he’d stand there and take it too. Playing by your rules, coming only when and if you’d let him. He’d moan so pretty for you. His voice strained and quiet, breathy moans that drove you insane. 

He’d react so well to praises too. 

Smiling to himself each time he’d make you come.

“You okay, baby? Can I make you come again?” 

Or feeling all happy and proud each time he’d fuck you to sleep. 

But mostly, your praises would make him weak during sex

“Yes,” You’d gasp, squirming under him as he fucks you nice and deep. “You feel so good, my handsome man…” 

“Baby,” He’d plead, tensing up at the praise and looking down at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “Please, I can’t hold it much–,” 

“Yes you can,” You’d argue, caressing his face. “Just a little longer, and then you can come, I promise, okay?” 

He’d groan and go back to fucking you, riding that edge for as long as he can before making a mess all over you. His cum all over your thighs and abdomen. “Fuck, baby…” He’d whisper, shoving his face into your neck, his body clinging to yours, “I’m sorry I made a mess.” 

He'd probably kiss his way down your body again, seeking your taste, wanting his mouth in between your legs, wanting to make you come again, not even bothering about the mess he just made.

"I want more, baby... just some more, please."

—

a/n: help me. I did not choose to come to this town– this is [looks around] this is not even my town i’m just visiting i promise [sobs] call bucky and tell him to pick me up pls

[arolesbianism]

Having realizations while looking through some of the newer logs again

[tojigasm]

Bucky would just understand the need to be taken care of, and he'd do it soooo well I love that man

"I just really need someone to take over for me. To just make my decisions for me and pay my bills and tell me how proud I make them." You vent, making your way through the tower kitchen, biting into baby carrots.

"You just want a dad." Bucky states rather blase as you sit down beside him in the same moment.

The astonishment must be evident on your face by the way that Bucky raises his brows at you derisively.

"What?" he shrugs at you, and you're instantly drawn to the thick building muscle of his biceps where his arms are crossed against his chest.

"Bucky..." youre nearly at a loss for words, "That's so inappropriate."

"I'm not the one who described my type in man as a parental figure."

your face feels hot, and suddenly, the temperature in the room feels all the more warmer and heavy.

"I didn't mean it like- like that!" You scramble for the right words and realize there are none.

"Sure you didn't." Bucky says rather boredly from his seat, eyes fixed on the TV screen once more.

"I dont want a dad I just -" You stammer, "I just want someone who'll take care of me, and I don't have to worry about anything. just want someone who is there for me and can fuck me so good I forget about everything else and someone who I can just turn my brain off around."

Bucky sighs, rolling his head on his shoulders.

"Okay, let's try this a different way then. "

"Okay..." you pull your legs up onto the couch, biting at the nail of your thumb.

bucky goes through your list once more, "Okay, so you want a dom then."

For some reason, that hadnt occured to you before. the statement makes your head go mushy for a moment as you imagine what it'd be like to have someone like that.

Someone controlling every aspect of your life out of genuine care and wanting to see you succeed or even just regulate your day-to-day life.

the hair on the back of your neck stands up as you imagine that someone being Bucky.

the thought of Bucky checking up on you throughout the day -- texting you or calling you to see if you've eaten enough or if you need money to go shopping.

You imagine him guiding you by hand, both metaphorically and literally -- talking you through intimate scenes and keeping you grounded as he holds you to his chest, pressing soft kisses to your hair.

Or the two of you making dinner — you sitting on the countertop while he cuts vegetables, passing by you with an excuse to kiss you ever so often.

And the thought of him talking you down from the high of something so vulnerable and intimate all in the same with soft kisses to your temple and the contrasting touch of his hands on your skin, murmuring "Always my good girl, y'know that." Into your hair.

You have to pull yourself out of your own head before it becomes too much.

Your thighs rub against one another under you and you dig your hands into the fabric of your sweatshirt.

If Bucky notices, he doesn't say anything. Perhaps he's decided to take mercy on you.

"Yeah, maybe that is it." You offer.

You know you've been too quiet for too long.

Your mouth feels dry and your tongue feels heavy against your teeth all the same.

"Or, you want someone to play daddy." Bucky says.

Your eyes meet his instantly.

You stutter, trying to find the right words but words don't seem to make sense. Unable to even form a thought as Bucky stands up from the couch.

"Need someone to be daddy fr'you?" He asks, cautious as he rests his hand on the curve of your jaw.

You're speechless under him.

"Can daddy touch you, baby?" He asks, stroking the pad of his thumb against your soft skin.

"Please." You nearly whimper, letting yourself relax into his hand almost immediately.

And you've been needing this for so long — needing to relinquish yourself and just let someone else take the weight of everything.

Bucky coos at that.

"Just need someone to take care of you, huh sweetheart."

You nod.

"Tell me what you need."

You think Bucky might be the right one to give that vulnerability to.

"Need it to all go away," you say quietly.

Bucky hums, pressing the pad of his thumb against your lips and letting you take his digit into your mouth.

"Let daddy take care of it then."

[erwinsvow]

how would rafe be when he’s at kelce’s house hanging out with friends and he brought shy reader with him when it’s late and she’s yawning and starts tugging on his arm whispering in his ear ‘i’m sleepy’ but trying not to interrupt

this was soooo lovely ♡ theyre such cuties

true to form—you're an early sleeper. there's no reason to stay awake so late, not when you're always home and your favorite baking show airs early. it was a habit, one that you had been feeding for years, and now that you were dating rafe, he was feeding into it too.

dates ended early, always coming back to tannyhill with ice cream for dessert before the sun had even finished setting. you rarely went to parties with him, but even when you did, he'd find a way to get you home or a locked room to sleep in while he finished selling.

and though you appreciated it like nothing else, you didn't want your boyfriend to get upset that you could never do anything that he liked. that's why you'd sucked it up today, accompanying rafe to kelce's for a 'hang out'—code for beer, pizza, and every person that the three boys knew.

curled up next to rafe, you drink the apple juice from kelce's fridge. it belongs to his little sister, but beer is disgusting and there's nothing else besides hard liquor. rafe's on his second, but still completely sober, while top is drunk already.

the sun set maybe an hour ago—and you've been yawning ever since. you think for a second, listening to the boys talk, that if you close your eyes, you might not be able to open them again. heavy lids flutter shut as you take in the conversation.

"i took out that girl. the one she introduced me to," kelce says, and though your eyes are closed, you know he just gestured to you.

"how was it?" rafe asks, his grip around your shoulder getting a little tighter. it feels warmer, and you snuggle in, finding sleep increasingly hard to evade.

"she was nice-"

"i had a girl once," topper drunkenly slurs, interrupting.

"shut it, top. yeah, kelce?" rafe asks, and even in your state, you feel yourself smile a little. making sure people finish their sentences after they've been interrupted is a habit you have passed on to rafe.

"it was good. she's a little quiet, but-"

"takes some time to open up," you mumble sleepily against rafe's arm. you don't know if they heard you, but your boyfriend did, leaning in to brush some hair away from your face, pushing it behind your ear. you hear top and kelce talking in the background.

"tired, kid?" he asks, quiet and into your ear. you blink a little, steadying yourself with the arm you'd been leaning on.

"no," you lie. "i'm fine. keep talking."

"late for you, huh?" rafe says, and though you don't want to admit it to him and be a buzzkill, nothing sounds better than going home and sleeping next to him right now—no matter how much you want to make sure kelce asks your friend out on another date.

"just sleepy," you mumble back. "but we don't have to go."

you look up at rafe, and you suddenly feel incredibly awake, when you take in how he's looking down at you—concerned eyes, a soft smile, all his attention on you with two friends and a bunch of people waiting for their turn near him.

"c'mon. grab your stuff." he turns away from you, doing that goodbye handshake thing that boys do with each other to kelce, topper too drunk still and instead getting a hard pat on the back. "we're goin'. see you tomorrow, and make sure no more beer for this one."

rafe takes you home, and though somewhere inside you feel bad for making him leave early, you begin to realize he's not mad about it. with that thought in mind, you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his truck.

he carries you upstairs.

[inlovewithl3vi]

I’m obsessed with thinking about a Perv Levi who acts like he can’t control his tail. Of course there’s times where it has a mind of its own, like when he gets particularly jealous and it wraps around your waist. Or when he’s playing games and it just has to be on you. But sometimes it’ll start creeping up your thigh when you’re playing some new game together when you’re too focused to realize where it is.

His tail pushes your underwear to the side before slipping the tip of it inside you. You obviously notice and look over at him, seeing him focused on the game.

The first few times it happened you got his attention by saying his name. He acted soooo embarrassed, saying he would understand if you never wanted to see him again and whining that he just “couldn’t control it”

Eventually you start to just pull away a little, and it works. His tail just stays resting on your thigh while you game. Of course Levi wasn’t happy about it. He knew it was wrong, acting like it was something out of his control when he was the one causing all this. Though he couldn’t lie the thought of you finding out and punishing him just turned him on more.

After weeks of him doing this you got curious. What would happen if you didn’t stop him? That night when going to Levi’s room you decided you weren’t going to stop him that time. And like always his tail crept up your thigh before pushing your clothes to the side and entering your hole.

Levi couldn’t believe you weren’t moving away this time. He got a little more confident, shoving it a little past the tip. You tried to stay focused on the game you two were playing but it was proving to be difficult with his tail sliding into you. Eventually he pushed it in as far as it would go. You held your moan back, still trying to focus on the game, but you immediately paused when you heard a quiet groan coming from beside you. You turned to Levi, just to see his face bright red. “Are you… doing this on purpose?” He immediately froze, his character on the screen going still. “Huh?” He tried to look at you but couldn’t make eye contact. His tail started to thrust in and out of you slowly, making you moan in pleasure. “Ah! S-sorry!” His tail stopped moving but didn’t pull out. “You know… only demons that recently fell can’t control their tail. You’ve been here for a long time though…” he turned away from you. You knew he was just doing this as an excuse to try and fuck you.