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[acaiasahi]

jaydi slayyyed once again ✨✨

ive been quite busy w schoolwork n practice,, but but.. my exam scores are actually rlly good!! scored A's for my english n history test, i'm pretty sure i'll score an A on my science test after my teacher marks the two last questions, im pretty satisfied lmao 🤩🤩 though, our next exam is.. next month..

ive also been considering playing handball!! our school doesnt have a handball team (for my batch) and they were asking basketball players to join?? i do know a few basic things from pe class lol but i dunno, training might tire me out but it seems fun!!

- 🌱 <333 how have you been??

uhm... okay mx. scholar 😭 i'm so proud of u, congrats on such high scores! i've never heard of handball before but shoot, sounds fun. why not give it a try, maybe you'll really like. mayhaps... like even more than basketball?!?! HAHAHA JKJK

i've been okay, just sleepy and overworked haha. my job kinda sucks but at least i'm starting a new one soon! my boss is super mean to me and talks to me like i'm a toddler and not only that, the ac is broken and i literally found out someone got a heatstroke in our store and we had to almost call the ambulance like... if it's THAT bad for customers, imagine how bad it is for us workers :< but yk, i'll be leaving soon, so it's all good! tryna be positive abt it :3 i also found out that the boba spot i got a job at will play a bunch of kpop vids so slayyyyy

anyways, luv u, 🌱 anonie <3

[alastorss]

HouseHusband Alastor who “forgets” to pack your lunch and just has to go in person to deliver your lunch. Checking out your coworkers to let everyone know you happily taken and ensuring no one even dreams of making a move. Taking you away for your lunch break

(And who knows? Maybe your 30 min break will stretch to a 50 min break? It can happen)

i raise you: house husband alastor who puts corny 1920s jokes written on sticky notes in your lunch bag because he knows they'll make you groan and smile

ANYWAY he so would purposefully "forget" to pack your things so he has a reason to come bother you in the middle of the day. he pretends not to be clingy but he is 🫶

[paradox-the-unimpressed-nun]

🍓Taking matters into your own hands Human!Sick!Muzan x f!Wife!Reader (Not proofread)

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Summary: You just want your husband to show you love and affection

Warning: Smut, Breeding kink, Overstimulation, Oral sex M!Receiving, Shower sex, sub!Muzan Dom!reader, slight orgasm denial, your deranged A/N: I don't usually post nsfw nor do I take nsfw request, then why did I make this? simple, I just really like Muzan. Also I'm still taking non f!reader request, I just made this because I want to. This is my first nsfw post so that’s why it’s ass

You have been married to Muzan for approximately a year now. Despite his sickness, cold demeanor, and occasional outbursts of yelling, you held onto the hope that your marriage would take a turn for the better.

You craved a family with Muzan, hoped to have living prof of your love with a child. However, intimacy between you is scarce having only being intimate on one occasion, your wedding night. You've grown increasingly frustrated with the fact of love in your relationship. Despite your attempts to reignite the spark and deepen your connection, every effort was met with resistance from Muzan, who has even refrained from simple acts of affection like embracing you.

Now you are desperate, his health has been declining and you've still have yet to bare his child. At this point You aren't even concerned if he loves you, you just want him, his body and his child. Tonight you would take matters into your own hands.

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Your movements are filled with a mix of urgency and longing as you hurriedly remove your clothing. You've waited far too long and now, finally, your deepest wishes are on the verge of becoming reality.

You quickly step into the bath, and you see Muzan sitting there, waiting for you. Soap bottle's were places neatly on the ledge beside him. "Y/n what are you waiting for? come in" Startled by being snapped out of your thoughts, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you hurriedly make your way towards him.

The water feels unbearably warm, intensifying your nervousness. As you reach for the bottles of soap, your hands tremble, causing you to stumble. Muzan's gaze grows increasingly irritated, and in a fit of frustration, he abruptly grasps your arms. His eyes bore into yours, their coldness piercing your soul. The sound of your name escaping his lips sends a jolt of mixed emotions through your heart. "Just pick it up, Y/n," he says curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. You find yourself whispering an apology, though you doubt he even hears it.

You squirt some soap onto your hands. Gently you grab muzans hair and brush your fingers through his hair, making sure to get the soap all in his hair. Picking up a bowl you pour water on him, making sure you get out all of the soap. One last time you run your fingers through his hair seeing if there is any soap left, there wasn’t any.

Muzan rises from the water and takes a seat on the bath ledge, he looks like a god. However, beneath his stunning exterior, you are reminded of his unpleasant nature, to say the least. You reach for another bottle of soap you assist Muzan in cleaning his skin. Gently and attentively, you apply the soap, rubbing it onto his skin with care. Your hands gaze over his thin arms, moving down to his chest and then lower down to his crotch.

You slowly sit into the way the water, you grab his shaft. A jolt of surprise evident on his face and his cock twitches in your palm. "What are you doing, Y/n?!" Muzan's gaze locks onto you, his eyes widening in astonishment. Your current actions seem to deviate from your usual character, leaving him perplexed. "I'm cleaning you up," you assert confidently, your voice clear and resolute. Your statement carries a sense of purpose and determination, leaving no room for doubt in your intentions. Lowering down to his shaft you lovingly kiss the head, a free hand moves to play with his balls. This causes him to cover his mouth and whimpers -he’s sensitive- you look up at him, Tears begin to well up in Muzan's eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

Again you kiss the head of his cock, immediately after you give a couple generous licks to his pretty pink tip. His cock becomes hard on your tongue, which makes the pool in-between your legs grow. Generously your free hand plays with his heavy balls. Your mouth is skillfully working on pleasuring him while he's near tear filled and struggling to keep his composure, he's failing miserably.

Putting his tip fully into your mouth you slowly lower your self down to his base, he moans as he feels his shaft hit the back of your throat. Tears of pure joy and endearment develop in your eyes, you're thrilled that he's enjoying this.

He places a hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you to continue. straight away you bob your head up and down, you try not to gag on his cock has it hits the back of your throat. Muzan wraps his legs and arms around your head, he's struggling under the sheer pleasure that your lovingly providing him. "Oh-oh God!" he chokes out a sob, in response you fasten or pace. A ring of drool and pre-cum form around your puckered lips, this giving you the sign that he will be cumming soon.

“F-fuck…I’m close!” He was about to release into your mouth but you pull away before he can. His pretty pink cock twitches from the lack of release. Muzan gazes fixates on you while tears fall down his flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes is a look of complete and utter betrayal. Usually such a look was stir up concern in you but this time, his tears are from the deep yearning of wanting a release. “Don’t worry my love, you’ll get to cum soon” you smile ever so softly at him, soon he’ll fill you with his love

You arise from your original sitting position and wipe away the pre-cum from your chin. You seat yourself onto his lap cautious of the amount of weight you put on him. Gripping his cock you line it up to your neglected soaking hole. Straining longly into his eyes all you say is “soon baby, soon”. Finally you lower yourself down onto his perfect member. You both let out a moan how much louder than yours. Your walls squeezes trying to already squeeze him of all of his worth. Your mind is a fog all you can think about is his cock filling your womb up to the brim, telling you how much he’s gonna love seeing you full with his seed.

You slam your lips onto his, shoving your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your arms around his neck. Surprisingly Muzan responds by kissing back, he's a lousy kisser but just the fact that he is returning affection to you makes you melt into him.

He places a hand on your ass and squeezes it, the other deciding to rest on your hip. It's not long before you start to lift your hips, trying to start a rhythm. Soon you find the perfect rhythm your moves are now bold as you start quacking up speed. Muzan throws his back it's just all too overwhelming for him. He struggles to keep his body up as he already feels himself weakening from the pleasure. You feel completely enveloped in his love as you hear him moan and beg for you.

"Aah-Y/n please!" he yells while fat hot tears pour down his puffy cheeks, you hips stop moving abruptly and you lift yourself off of him. A lovely string of pearls connect your dripping pussy to his shaft, your walls try to clutch on his cock but only clutches onto hair. "Please what? use your words my love" your voice is filled with a mixture of longing and determination. You yearn for Muzan to say those words you've been craving for far too long. You'll continue to deny him just how he knowingly denied you until you hear him say it. "p-please..." he has long pause as he struggles to catch his breath "please...let me fuck a baby into you..".

That's all he had to say in order for you to promptly snap your hips back down and riding him like your life depended on it. You didn't even bother to try and hit your sweet spots, just knowing that soon he'll release into you was already sending jolts of unimaginable pleasure to your core. Muzan then suddenly grips your hips with all of his strength and bucks his hips up into you causing you let out a loud moan, he had hit your sweet spot. "fuck! I'm cumming!" Is all that he said before you and him both came. Keeping his promise he spilled hot sticky ropes of cum into your womb.

Tears stream down your cheeks as the realization sinks in—you are on the verge of having the family you have always yearned for. The journey may have been long and challenging, but now it is finally coming to fruition. Determined not to burden your husband with your emotions, you swiftly wipe away the tears that cascade down your face. You want to ensure that he does not worry, focusing instead on the joyous prospect that lies ahead.

Muzan, utterly exhausted, lays down on the floor. The shadows of unconsciousness gradually creeps up on him as he's on the edge of passing out. He's shaken up by the sudden action of you starting to ride him again "I'm sorry, I know its not exactly sexy to do the same position again but it's the only one we can do with your current state!" You gaze down at him, your eyes filled with an intense and unhealthy devotion that borders on obsession. A deranged expression manifests on your face, reflecting the depths of your distorted love for him.

Muzan is completely worn out and drained, so it doesn't take much for him to already be a blubbering mess under you. "goddamn you woman! are you trying to drain me?!" all you do is giggle in response. Muzan's eyes widen with the dawning realization that this will not be the last round, he just continues to lay down and take it.

placing his hand on your tummy as you continue to ride him all you say is "let's shoot for twins"

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A/n: its 3Am rn so sorry if this is ass but I'm exhausted and I can't tell what I'm doing

@ttt0w5 @dumblizardboi @jubilee40 @queenesther996 @scaraza @aoizaraka @lunaeclipsethesimp @nikki-11 @chuuberrysworld

@lovingyeet

Sneak Peak for Yoriichi x reader ←

[fcthots]

thinking about childhood best friends to lovers jason. who spent hours in the school library with you, laughing and whispering over textbooks. who took you to prom, because you didn’t have a date and definitely not because he was in love with you. who let you drive his car when you got your license. who refused to let you take the bus as soon as he could drive.

jason, who only applied to colleges you also applied to, so that he wouldn’t have to go to school without you. who convinced bruce to let him have an apartment off-campus, so you could stay with him. who made sure he was in all the same classes as you. who made sure you were never out alone after dark. who helped you study for all of your exams. who took care of you when the flu was going around campus.

jason, who never lets you move out. who reads to you when you get home from a long day at work, your head in his lap. who washes your makeup off for you when you’re too tired. who cooks for you every night and makes sure you have coffee ready when you get up every morning.

jason, who finally asks you out over breakfast one morning. who takes you on dates every friday night. who never misses an anniversary or birthday, who takes you out every valentine’s day. who never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you to anyone who will listen.

- 🍓 (apologies for how long this is, i’m sick and have been thinking extensively)

NO ANON BC I HAVE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY

but I've been angsting it.

Because you pick colleges together, but he never gets to go. He lets you drive in his $200,000 car that you were always scared of scratching, but he would reassure you and say he'd fix any damage. That same car was left unused for years. He takes you to prom and you keep the flowers, but you end up leaving the dead flowers at his grave. You would look at two-bedroom apartments together and now you're moving into a single bedroom apartment in the building you always wanted to live in together. He used to write you notes in class which would almost get you caught. Now you wished you saved those notes. The books he used to read to you, you now can't hear quotes from, lest you start crying. He used to help you study for everything and now you swear you don't know how to study alone.

Jason was with you practically every second of every day. What are you supposed to do without him. It's not that there's just a hole in your life. The center of your universe is gone.

[poppy-metal]

BOY BEST FRIEND PATRICK TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY BECAUSE YOU ASKED??? OH I HAVE THOUGHTS

Can imagine him getting all annoyed about all the boys you’ve been hanging out with lately…all these random dates with assholes he KNOWS don’t deserve you…unsure why you even bother with them (you never did before).

It doesn’t help that Art’s supportive of it too, saying you just want to spread your wings. He doesn’t get why it bothers him anyway…

Finally he snaps and asks why, and well you try to brush it off

“it’s nothing patrick”

“just tell me what it is”

“well…”

suddenly it comes out how you just want to get your first time over with and patrick juat goes “ok”

“ok?”

“i’ll do it?”

“what?”

“you said you want to lose your virginity..let me do it”

“patrick…”

“well none of those assholes deserve you in any way”

he actually doesn’t even think he deserves you but its amazing sex. romantic and passionate and overall…you’re left wondering where your relationship with patrick stands

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no because you expect it to be quick and easy but he actually takes his time with you - like hes gentle. he even books a hotel room at like, a fancy hotel instead of his shitty dorm because you deserve to be fucked on some real nice sheets on a real nice bed and not his creaky old mattress.

actually takes his time with kissing every inch of you - pressing his lips and tongue in spots you didn't even know could be engorgous zones. like the shell of your ear, the outline of your belly button, he dips his tongue inside, and your stomach shudders. by the time he gets to main event you're already shaking and trembly with pleasure. hes kissed the backs of your knees, your thighs, your pelvis, when his tongue delves between the wet slit of your sex you feel euphoric. his eyes never leave yours as his tongue slowly laps between your parted lips - splayed lewdly by two of his fingers so he can get to the heart of you. runs his tongue in circles around your little clit until you're coming in his mouth, and you didn't think it would feel this good, that he'd take it this seriously, that he'd make it this good for you. tears prick your eyes because hes still kissing you between your thighs.

and you want him so bad. you tell him so and he smiles, but its not his usual cocky side smirk its a genuine smile. "i know. i got you, baby, dont worry."

and you dont. worry, that is. you thought you would. you honestly thought it was be an uncomfortable affair from how stiff and nervous you'd be - you were always the stiff one, next to patrick, the moody girl, the one that had to be coaxed and dragged into having a good time - but you feel like liquid silk. the bed is soft and patricks body is warm and solid over yours and it feels so right to feel his body press against yours. when he licks between your lips you're lax for him, when he nudges your legs apart you spread for him, when you feel the hard pressure against your entrance, you dont resist it. your flesh gives way to his, soft blooms under hard thickness. an empty spot inside of you is slowly filled to the brim.

"god, fuck - you're so perfect. you feel so good - warm little pussy just let me right in, good fucking girl."

the praise lights you up. your fingers slide across his shoulders, feeling the muscles there bunch under his warm freckled skin as he starts to move.

"is this okay?"

legs tighten around his gently swaying hips. heels dig into the indents just above his ass, "yes," you hiss, "yes, dont stop - dont stop -"

"m'not." his mouth is back at your neck, nose skimming just under your sweat slick jaw - every part of you and him is sweaty, but you like it, the heat of your skin sliding, the moisture on his skin, the coarseness of his hair rubbing into your soft belly - "god, its so good. fuck, this is -" he burries his face in your shoulder as his hips lose control.

this is bad, he didn't finish. its bad because hes already addicted to your body wrapped around him. hes fucked loads of girls, but none have hugged his cock quite so sweetly as you. the warm bath of your cunt, milking and squeezing him - your soft body - the give of your cunt - you take him so fucking well.

maybe it's because he already adores you. his anxious little buddy. you dont feel like a buddy though, nothing buddy about the way your hole is gripping his cock. he just means, he already knows you so well, and he likes you, hes protective of you, you know him. the only part of eachother you didn't know was this - the intimate part. and now hes literally inside you, hes your first. and that means something, it means you trust him. it means you want him, on some level.

fuck.

[pinkflower2003]

 ˗ˏˋ NOT WHO I THOUGHT ! ´ˎ˗ - smau

Part One

Part Two

More Parts Coming

Alternative Universe in which she ends up with someone else coming soon!

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[setablaze11]

I feel like jj is a sex GOD like.. he’s so experienced w it he could make u have the best orgasm of ur life in seconds and when you say “oh my god” in bed or something he’ll be like “nope, jus’ me princess.” 🤭

may I be 🍪 anon? by the way I love you and your writing it’s incredible. 🥹🫶

Thank you so much for the compliments i’m full on giggling 🥺<3

But you’re SO right!! He’s so cocky about it too, like, sir? How you learn to do allat? I’ve had this vision for a while so just hear me out on this <3

When you’ve spoken to your friends about sex before all of them just seemed to confirm what you had already experienced, guys never cared about girls having a good time in bed.

That is until you have sex with JJ for the first time, already having a mental picture of what it’s gonna look like from previous experience, even before you start making out with him.

He’s on top of you, smearing messy, wet kisses against your pulse point as you let out small sighs, hands threading though the blond hair on the nape of his neck when he just blurts out, out of nowhere “can i go down on you?” and you’re like WHAT? Eyes bulging out of your head and whole body going stiff below him as he pulls his head out of your neck, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes in a daze.

“You actually want to?” you mumble, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and cheeks tinting red when he grins.

“Do i want to?” he scoffs, leaning forward to press a nasty, wet kiss against your lips, pulling back with a smug smirk.

AND he makes a point of making you finish at least three times just from him eating you out, just to prove a point.

I feel like we all know in out hearts by now that JJ’s the muchiest munch of them all. Am i right or am i right?

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[wileys-russo]

while we patiently await some more filling the void can we get some headcanons for Fresa?? 🍓🍓🍓 missing her

fresssaaa headcannons🍓🍓

when alexia first got nala she would not listen to anyone and was as jenni described 'a little devil' however the only person nala would do anything for is fresa. baby fresa loved to take her for walks and alexia always stressed about nala misbehaving but she's the sweetest angel and walked right beside fresa.

fresa is like an animal whisperer even the grumpiest of pets will roll over for her, her and bagheera are also long time besties ever since mapi got her as a kitten.

fresa has liked everyone alexia has ever dated, she has not liked a single one of alba's long term partners.

fresa is the first person who caught mapi and alba hooking up and immediately ran to tell alexia, fresa loves to bring that up to both girls.

fresa is the only one of her sisters to ever keep a clean room, even as a little kid she was always cleaning up after herself, keeps her room MANICALLY clean and organised. alba used to use this to clean fresa into cleaning her room since she knew it bugged fresa how messy it was - but it never stayed clean for longer than a day.

fresa is a hardcore skincare girlie and has even gotten eli into a routine, she's always treating her mami to spa days together and buying her new products to try.

despite being the smallest and the youngest putellas as fresa got older and into her teens she's not to be messed with. years of being picked on and pushed around by alba and alexia means she's scrappy and nowadays it takes both of her sisters to wrangle her down when things get physical.

fresa had to change kindergartens because she bit someone for knocking her strawberries into the sand, she drew blood.

fresa never had to come out to eli, she grew up watching her sisters date women and just assumed that was the norm, she told eli about the first time she kissed someone (shock it was a girl) and things just progressed from there.

fresa is a hide and seek champion. it would take hours and hours for her to be found to the point where her sisters would just stop looking and wait for her to come out. though again as the youngest that hiding came in handy when her sisters were out for blood for something.

fresa has been eli's snitch ever since she could talk. she learns all the family gossip from alba at their weekly brunches and this is of course passed onto eli who pretends to be surprised when she learns it later on in real time. anything her sisters ever broke? tried to hide? rules weren't followed? fresa knows it all, so eli knows it all.

fresa does not like playing football. when she was six alexia forgot her own strength and kicked fresa in the face with the ball knocking her front teeth out and fresa has refused to touch a ball ever since.

baby fresita is the master of the puppy dog eyes. she wants something? someone is gonna get it for her.

fresa has a secret tattoo that may or may not have been given to her after many many months begging and pestering mapi who agreed and swore her to secrecy, its one of the only things fresa never told eli and that mapi never told ingrid.

[acaiasahi]

good luck on your job interview, jaydii!!!

- 🌱 <33333

thank u, lovely 🌱 anon! <3 a lil update, i got the job hehe i'm saurrr excited! how've u been? it's been awhile, i miss talking to u!!! :<

[alastorss]

House Husband!Alastor who manages to get fully dressed before you even wake up every single morning

house husband alastor who sits you down on the edge of the bed to button up your shirt

house husband alastor who ties your shoelaces for you because he refuses to let you get anywhere near the filthy ground ☝️

[angelfic]

Hi babes!, I was wondering if I could request a Lorenzo Berkshire fic from the event?, here’s the thingy!, forbidden love + prompt 18!, sorry if this was a little confusing I have never requested something from a event 😭, but please and thank you!!,

- oh and!, if it’s okay could you pick out an emoji for me ?, to be like an emoji anon!!, that’s it!! <333

hi, angel!! thank you sm for the request, not confusing at all, my love! writing this has made me realise there’s a criminally small number of lorenzo fics :( am very happy to oblige haha how’s the 🍓 emoji?

lorenzo berkshire x reader + forbidden romance + “yeah, I love you. so what?”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re struggling with keeping all of your limbs inside the invisibility cloak you borrowed from Harry when Peeves glides into the empty classroom. You freeze in place until he floats his way back out, all the while singing what you’re sure is some kind of stupid limerick.

Okay, so you stole the cloak and it’s after curfew and if Peeves catches you, you’re in a million different kinds of trouble. Nevertheless, you relax slightly when you’re alone again, remaining under the cloak to consult the Marauder’s Map that you also may have taken without express permission. Okay, any permission at all.

Scanning the unfolded piece of parchment, your eyes land on Lorenzo’s name which seems to have stopped in place at… the classroom that you’re in.

You look up to find the classroom still empty, but before you can get up to investigate, a set of arms wraps around you from behind and you gasp, barely able to contain a shriek of fright.

You wriggle out from under the invisibility cloak, turning around on the table you’re perched on to find Lorenzo grinning at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What the fuck, Enzo?!” you whisper-scream, smacking his arm. He merely giggles and brings your legs around on the table so you’re facing him, hands remaining on your thighs. He leans in to press a chaste kiss against your lips and you quickly kiss him back before pulling away to look at him, confused. “How the hell did you see me under the cloak?”

“Your shoe laces were hanging out the bottom, love,” he explains, smirking as he looks down at the untied pair of converse you quickly pulled on when you snuck out of your dorm in pyjamas.

You frown at the offending laces, swinging ur legs back and forth between where Lorenzo stands. “Have to remember that for next time.”

“Why does there have to be a next time?” Lorenzo groans, voicing his frustrations about your very secret relationship yet again. “I don’t want to have to see you in dark classrooms or broom cupboards or anywhere secret. I still don’t understand why we can’t just tell people.”

“You know why, Enzo,” you say gently, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your finger. “My friends would freak out, your friends would freak out…”

“Okay, well, my friends can sod off,” Lorenzo says, matter-of-fact as he holds up two fingers and starts checking them off. “And your friends love me. There we are. Easily solved.”

You can’t help letting out a laugh at that and you drop your head onto Lorenzo’s shoulder to stifle your snorting. “My friends don’t love you, they just hate you the least.”

“What I’m hearing is that they don’t hate me the most,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. “I’m taking that as a win.”

“You just don’t give up, do you?” you sigh, shivering from the brushing of his lips against your collarbone. “They’re just- Shit! Peeves!”

You push Lorenzo off you, startling him when you point to the giggling poltergeist who floats above the two of you. Before he can begin shrieking about the two of you and wake up the entire castle, Lorenzo whips out his wand and casts ‘Langlock’, causing whatever Peeves was about to say to turn into choking gurgles.

“You better keep quiet, you meddling little-” Lorenzo cuts himself off when Peeves zooms out of the classroom, clearly having lost interest in the situation at hand since he can’t weigh in on it. “Well, it was a good effort.”

“We had a good run,” you agree, frowning at the wall that Peeves just passed through. “And by tomorrow the entire school is going to know I love a Slytherin boy. Merlin, I’ll be the laughing stock of Gryffindor. Not as bad as the exile sentence into the mountains you’ll be getting though.”

“I can hardly breathe for laughing,” Lorenzo says drily, although his lips turn up into a reluctant smile. “There’ll be no exile, because they’re going to have to deal with it. Yeah, I love you. So what? Like I said, they can sod off.”

Knowing full well that Peeves is going to be making his rounds at every table in the Great Hall during breakfast, you have no doubt Lorenzo will be having to endure a similar conversation to you with his own friends. “I’d love to see you tell them exactly that,” you grin.

“Sit at the Slytherin table with me tomorrow and you will,” Lorenzo says cheekily, shifting you closer by your hips. You loop your arms around his neck and drop a kiss onto the tip of his nose.

“Not even if Godric Gryffindor himself came and kicked me off my table.”

[hoonslutt]

could you do innocent 8th member with perv!sunghoon bending and corrupting her into his perfect little doll that he can play with anytime 😖

Perv!Hoon

Perv!Hoon making you all flustered before an interview or show just so he can see the way your cheeks are so red from the blush. He whispers naughty things into your ears like ‘Wouldn’t you just love to be fucked on camera? Poor innocent little baby would love that no?’ so he can see your face when you stutter over your words in an interview or see the way you trio over your feet when dancing on a show.

Perv!Hoon that buys you such a pretty necklace that has something only he would find amusing like a number or color even yours and his initial put together. That way you can wear it out in public and only him and you would know the meaning of it, sure it might just seem like a nice gift from him to others but what they don’t know is that he loves seeing your chest covered in his cum, it’s his way of saying ‘I own you’. His necklace laying on top of red/purplish marks covered in his cum.

Perv!Hoon making you stay after practice is over in the practice room saying you made mistakes that needed fixing but really he just wanted to fuck you in peace away from the members. ‘Princess you made a mistake dancing like that, let’s fix that’ Plus it’s also a bonus that there happened to be mirrors there so he can see your facial expressions. So he can see the tear marks and drool coming out of your mouth, it just gives him so much confidence that only he can do this to you.

Perv!Hoon buying you the most prettiest lingerie sets to wear under your clothes so when you guys get back from schedules and he takes off your clothes you’ll be ready for him looking so pretty and soft. He only buys them in white or pastel colors, he thinks they make you look more innocent to him. ‘My pretty baby looking so cute in the set I bought you’ and the best part for him? It has his initials on them.

Well I kinda like this one and kinda not but oh well and I’m pretty sure I misunderstood the assignment again. But as always feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! Love ya!! 💕🫶🏼

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knb + text post part two | (part one)

[pinkflower2003]

My Honey

Words: 2k - Fernando Alonso x reader

Masterlist - Ask Berry🍓

The day started like any other. The sun was shining brightly over the Silverstone Circuit, the air filled with the familiar hum of engines and the buzz of excitement that only race day could bring. As Fernando Alonso's assistant, you were used to the hectic pace of the Formula 1 world. Your role was demanding, but you loved every minute of it. From managing his schedule to ensuring he had everything he needed, your job was to make sure Fernando could focus solely on racing.

Fernando was a legend in the sport, and working for him was a dream come true. Over time, your relationship with him had grown beyond that of a typical employer and employee. You had become close friends, sharing inside jokes and quiet moments of camaraderie. Fernando often treated you to expensive gifts and flowers, gestures you always assumed were his way of showing appreciation for your hard work. His light kisses on your cheek or the side of your lips had become a routine, or on your bare shoulder, a sweet habit you found endearing. The other drivers on the grid had even started referring to you both as the "mum and dad" of the F1 circuit, a nickname that always made you laugh.

You had now been working for Fernando for years, and whilst you didn't have the biggest age gap, your innocent personality made it easy for people to come close to you. You were the human epitome of sunshine, and whilst Fernando would have described himself as your rain, you would giggle and tell him he was the moon to your sun, he had seen some dark but he still shined even through the darkness.

No one questioned yours and Nandos relationship, whether you were dating or not, it didn't matter because Fernando would never let anyone say anything, when you hugged, when you would be sitting in the garage working on your phone, Fernando would be right next to you, his head tucked in your neck, trying to close his eyes and drift off for a moment. Sometimes there would be whispered, but you never noticed, brushing your fingers through your bosses hair, giving him a little kiss on the forehead, eyes not moving from your phone. Any eyes watching you would judgingly would move their eyes away the moment Fernando glared at them.

Today, as you bustled around the paddock, making sure everything was ready for the race, you noticed Fernando watching you from a distance, a fond smile playing on his lips. You waved at him, and he walked over, grinning at you. "Princesa, you look beautiful today." He said, giving you a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. His head dipped down onto your shoulder as you returned the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. Fernando turned his head, peppering light kisses on your bare neck that was made available by the fact you were wearing a summer dress today, one that Fernando had always loved seeing you in, and he only made that clearer by the way he tickled you in light pecks.

Being called by one of the Aston Martin team memembers, asking to talk to Fernando before a race, he groaned into your shoulder as you laughed, pushing his off of you. "Fernando, you need to go, stop clinging onto me like a baby."

"If anyone here is the baby, YN, it's you. You're my baby." He winked at you, as you rolled your eyes, pushing him in the direction of the person calling him over.

In the meantime, you found yourself still in the garage, chatting with one of the engineers. He was new to the team, charming and a bit flirty. You thought nothing of it, laughing at his jokes and enjoying the light-hearted banter. It was nice to make new friends, especially in the high-pressure environment of Formula 1.

Unbeknownst to you, Fernando had returned from his meeting and saw the exchange. His smile faded, replaced by a tight-lipped frown. He turned away, the pang of jealousy gnawing at him. He didn't understand why he felt this way—after all, you were just his assistant, right? But the sight of you laughing with someone else, someone who clearly had more than friendly intentions, stirred something deep within him.

Throughout the day, Fernando's mood grew darker. He barely spoke to you, his usual warmth replaced by a cold, distant demeanor. You tried to brush it off, but as the hours passed, you couldn't help but feel hurt. What had you done to upset him? His hugs, sweet whisperings, laughter and cheeky comments were gone and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself.

As the day wore on, Fernando's attitude didn't improve. You tried several times to approach him, offering a smile, a kind word, a small kiss to the cheek, but each attempt was met with a curt response or a stony silence. Your heart ached at the sudden shift in his behavior. He had always been so attentive, so caring. This new, cold version of him was hard to bear.

You found solace in your routine tasks, burying yourself in work to avoid thinking about the rift that had formed between you and Fernando. The other team members noticed the tension, casting worried glances in your direction but saying nothing. The dynamic in the garage was off, and it was affecting everyone. Your chest felt heavy everytime you looked at him, almost the feeling of separation anxiety, almost like your best friend being ripped away from you.

Before each race, Fernando would run up to you, begging you for a kiss on the cheek for good luck. This time, he walked straight past you.

The race didn't go well. Fernando struggled with his car, unable to find his rhythm. Every mistake, every missed opportunity seemed to fuel his frustration. When the checkered flag finally fell, he finished far lower than he had hoped. It was a devastating blow to his championship aspirations.

Back in the garage, you approached him cautiously, a comforting smile on your face. "Fernando, it's okay, honey. There will be other races. You'll bounce back, I know you will." You said, trying to almost go in for a hug, but he pushed past you.

But instead of the reassuring words you expected, Fernando lashed out. "Just leave me alone! You don't understand. You never do!" His words cut deep, tears welling up in your eyes. Without another word, you turned and fled, unable to bear the pain of his outburst.

As you walked away, the other drivers noticed your distress. Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris, two of the younger drivers who had always been protective of you, exchanged worried glances. They followed you to the hospitality suite, where you sat onto a sofa, sobbing quietly.

Charles sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Hey, what happened?"

Through your tears, you nodded. "He was so angry… I don't know what I did wrong."

Knowing who you meant, Lando knelt in front of you, his expression serious. "You didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes, Fernando can be a bit… intense. But he cares about you, more than you realise."

"He wouldn't even give me a hug, he always gives me a hug, not matter what the result."

The drivers consoled you, their kindness a balm to your wounded heart. They knew Fernando better than most and understood his temper was often a mask for deeper emotions. As they comforted you, an idea began to form in their minds. They needed to talk to Fernando, to make him see the mistake he had made.

The hours passed slowly. You couldn't focus on anything, your mind replaying the harsh words Fernando had hurled at you. The sting of his rejection was fresh, and the sadness was overwhelming. You decided to call it a day and headed home early, your heart heavy.

That night, the other drivers held an impromptu meeting. They discussed Fernando's behavior and its impact on you. They all agreed something needed to be done. They couldn't stand to see you hurting, and they knew Fernando needed to understand the consequences of his actions.

Later that evening, Charles and Lando found Fernando brooding in his motorhome. He looked up as they entered, his expression a mix of anger and regret.

"You're a dick, you know that right."

Fernando's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Lando stepped forward, his voice firm. "YN, you hurt her today, really hurt her. She went home in tears because of you. That beautiful, lovely girl, all she wanted was to give you a hug and you treated her like shit. After everything she does for you, how you treat each other, how she looks at you and that's how you treat her? Why?"

Fernando's face paled. "She was crying?"

Charles nodded. "Yes, and it's not just about today. We see the way you look at her, the way you treat her. It's obvious to everyone but her how much she means to you. You're going to loose her if you keep acting this way. Her heart can't take the way you acted today."

Fernando ran a hand through his hair, guilt gnawing at him. He had been blind to his own feelings, pushing them aside instead of acknowledging the truth. He cared for you deeply, more than he had allowed himself to admit.

The drivers laid out their plan. Fernando would apologise, but not just with words. He needed to show you how much he cared, how sorry he was for his outburst. It had to be special, something that would make you see how much you meant to him.

The next morning, you woke to a knock on your door. Opening it, you found a bouquet of 100 red roses and a note. "Meet me at the paddock. Your Honey."

With a mix of trepidation and hope, you made your way to the paddock. As you entered, you saw Fernando standing there, a nervous smile on his face. He had set up a small table with breakfast, flowers and drinks, a gesture so sweet it brought tears to your eyes.

"My love," he said softly, stepping towards you. "I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I was so out of line, and I hurt you. I'm so sorry." He cupped your face, "Will you ever forgive me, Princesa."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "Fernando, I don't understand. Why were you so angry? What did I do?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Because I was jealous. Seeing you with that engineer… it made me realise how much I care about you. More than just an assistant, more than just a friend. I was scared, and I took it out on you. That wasn't fair." He said, pressing kisses to your cheeks as a few tears rolled down them.

"I didn't mean to make you jealous, Nando, we were just talking." You said quietly, looking at your feet, not understanding why you felt guilty, it wasn't as though you were in a relationship, but he was still your boss and you didn't want to upset him.

He put his finger under your chin, lifting your head up. "You have nothing to be sorry for, I was being stupid because I was scared that I was going to loose you before I had the chance to tell you that I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet, I wanted to be the one to ask you on a date, not him."

"You want to ask me on a date?" You asked, eyes widening slightly as he nodded.

"I want everything with you, if you'll have me?" He said, as you nodded, not quite being able to get your words out.

He leaned in, he had seemed to feel easy about kissing you everywhere, the head, nose, cheek, neck, shoulder. But this time, he was going to kiss your lips, something you had dreamed of him doing, but now was about to come true. You leaned in further, connecting your lips for a long, deep kiss, unaware of the eyes watching you both.

At that moment, the other drivers appeared, cheering and clapping. "Mum and dad are back together!" Lando shouted, making everyone laugh.

You blushed, but couldn't help but smile. Fernando wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Looks like we've got the whole grid rooting for us," he murmured as you both laughed, foreheads pressed against one anothers.

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As nasty as JJ Maybank is i feel like he would be more nervous about anal than you. Almost like he can’t believe you trust him enough for that.

Ohh he is for sure.

“You sure? Like absolutely positive? No doubts at all?” he rambles, ignoring the way he’s already throbbing and leaking precum, tip an angry red as his thumb experimentally sinks into your hole.

‘Yes, JJ’ you mewl in playfull annoyance, ass wiggling back toward him as he sucks in a sharp breath, running a hand through his blonde strands.

“Right. Right- here we go” he stutters, lining you up as you stiffen in reaction, the stretch of the tip alone unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

“Baby- need you to relax” he coos, leaning forward on his elbow to press kisses into your shoulder blades. After a few deep breaths and soothing touches, he manages to slowly sink all the way in.

“We’re in, pretty. How’s it feel?” he gasps, not daring to move before you give him the go ahead.

‘Weird’ you gasp, hips wiggling back toward his and head craning to the side to look dazedly at him over your shoulder.

“Good weird or bad weird?” he mumbles, tip of his nose nudging against your spine.

‘Good, real good J’ you whine, one of his hands splaying on top of yours on the comforter to interetwine your fingers in assurance as he finally moves, muttering mindless, nasty praises through the whole thing.

Ughhhh i love soft JJ💋💋

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[moonchildstyles]

thinking about if pretty girl had classes in the morning and got off with little work to do in the early afternoon, so she picks up some coffee and pastries and surprises h at work even though she’s just in a sweater and some jeans and feels way too underdressed but is much too tired to go home and change, but his whole mood is turned around when he sees her and he hasn’t taken his lunch break yet so he does then, but maybe he gets called into an emergency meeting and he’s so annoyed but apologetic telling her that she can stay in his office and that he won’t be long. and he isn’t longer than an hour, but she’s so sleepy that she lays down on the sofa in his office to take the weight off of her bones and play on her phone, but then her eyelids are drooping, and she’s quietly snoozing when he gets back and he wants to drop everything and take her home as soon as he sees her because she looks so sweet curled up against the soft throw pillow he keeps on the couch, but he doesn’t bother her and lets her sleep for a little while longer until he needs to wake her so she isn’t awake all night, and he’s just crouching next to her all gentle murmurs and soothing touches across her heated cheeks until she’s blinking her eyes open and giving him a sleepy smile when she sees him until she realizes where they are when she sees his suit, and she feels awful that she passed out on him at his work, but he’s unphased, gently brushing her hair down and wiping the sleep from the corner of her eye asking if she wants to stay with him until he has to go home and she agrees and finishes what school work she has to do while sitting on the other side of his desk and he’s just across from her like :) because rarely does he have quiet company when he works let alone from her and she’s so respectful and doesn’t disturb him while she works, and it’s like that until he’s shutting off his computer and watching her eyes brighten when he says they can go home, and they take their separate cars but he’s about fifteen minutes behind her because he stops to get their favourite take out to feed her and love on her for the rest of the night :) - 🍓

WAIT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH:((((((( idek what else to add like I just love this so much and I picture it so like soft and rainy so its so easy for her to fall asleep there and him having a meeting and feeling sososos bad that he has to leave her :( them doing work together nad her being so careful not to disturb or distract him and hes just so :( in :( love :( w :( her :(